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SCP-8998 | keter | A deity decides to retire, and live peacefully with its pet human. Why won't people just leave it alone? close Info X SCP-8998: Her Owner Author: aismallard (Author Page) Thanks to Modulum, Pedantique, OptimisticLucio, Rex Atlas, smlt for looking at my draft. Apartment building that SCP-8998 currently resides in. Item #: SCP-8998 Special Containment Procedures: Direct containment of SCP-8998 or SCP-8998-1 is infeasible and disallowed. Protocols instead focus on indirect containment, where it remains in its preferred location of residence (the apartment of SCP-8998-1). Stationary Task Force Omicron-61 ("Dragon Watchers") has been created to monitor it, prevent hostile incursions, and cover up informational inconsistencies created by the entity. When left alone, the anomaly is considered partially self-containing because its alterations of reality are generally in line with Veil Protocol. Limited inspection and management of SCP-8998 is possible with SCP-8998-1 cooperation, which has generally been achieved under the guise of various civil authorities. Amnestics are ineffective and may not be used. Care should be taken to ensure that SCP-8998-1 does not suspect any unusual behavior and that no action is taken towards either of them that could be perceived as threatening. Due to security concerns, information regarding SCP-8998's physical form is restricted to Level-4 clearance and above. (See Addendum 8998-2) Description: SCP-8998 is an apex-tier pluripotent entity. However, it exhibits several properties which are extremely unusual for entities of this type, while still displaying the same extensive degree of anomalous influence. Observation of the entity has shown that these abilities manifest rarely, and only when it perceives dangers or unusual circumstances around itself and SCP-8998-1. The mechanism of this discovery is unclear, but experimental data suggests the entity's threat detection cannot be taken by surprise. Researchers have hypothesized that it is unaware of its anomalous abilities, or alternatively that it is fully aware but purposely limits such actions to extreme circumstances. This is contrary to behavior of other documented apex-tier pluripotent entities, which often engage in behaviors such as accruing worshippers, creating paranormal artifacts, or intervening to achieve certain outcomes. Instead, its primary interest seems to be in the well-being of itself and SCP-8998-1. Another unusual property is that SCP-8998 does not have canonical form(s) within the conceptual plane, but is rather the sole apex-tier entity whose only form is physical. However, normal ailments affecting physical entities such as disease or violence are retroactively neutralized through its defense mechanism (described above). As such, it is believed that SCP-8998 and SCP-8998-1 are effectively immortal. While SCP-8998 exhibits a baseline of intelligence, it is either lacking in an understanding of human language or is wholly unwilling to communicate in it. SCP-8998-1 is likewise unable to directly converse with SCP-8998, though it reports a feeling of comradery with it. Interviews with SCP-8998-1 and studies of their mutual interaction (via covert surveillance equipment) have proven useful in understanding the entity's behavior. SCP-8998-1 is a mundane human female living in █████, ███, aged mid-twenties. Other than SCP-8998, she lives alone. She is entirely unaware of the objects's anomalous properties, and does not think that the entity or her interactions with it are unusual in any way. Behavioral analysis suggests that while the two do not always get along, they share a close bond of love and trust, responding positively to the presence of the other. Attempts to replicate this bond with implanted Foundation personnel have been unsuccessful. Addendum 8998-1: Recovered Documentation Foundation agents raided a building with suspected GoI activity and discovered an extensive but totally abandoned facility equipped for anomalous research and containment. Documents recovered from this facility lead to the discovery of SCP-8998. The most recent dated file is attached below (with Foundation redactions added): Threat Entity Database Entry Threat ID: KTE-1105-Ex Machina-Ochre "Void God" Authorized Response Level: 4 (Severe Threat) Description: Threat Entity currently manifests as [DATA REDACTED 4/8998]. Confirmed to have no other forms, making it vulnerable to liquidation. GOC High Priestess has stated the Threat Entity voluntarily left the deific sphere for reasons unknown. Liquidation: Presumed hostile and very dangerous. However, abilities are likely dampened in current form. Secure all kills within 15 milliseconds of lock-on to avoid retaliation. Strike Teams 9022 "Reckoners" and 2586 "True Atheists" will proceed to target area. Divide in groups per deployment plan. Squad 2 will evacuate nearby civilians while Squads 1 and 3 will enter the building and liquidate the Threat Entity and Affected Person. Squad 4 will provide suppressive fire from outside the building. All personnel will be armed with "Faithkiller" rounds and X802-attenuated energy weapons. In case of mission failure, aerial support will bombard the position with twenty L3 Mark II thaumaturgic bombs. Estimated fatality radius is 4.7 kilometers. When SCP-8998 was discovered in its present apartment building, no evidence was found of damage from paraweaponry, conventional weaponry, or any sign of forced entry or GoI presence. Additionally, the Foundation is unaware of any group called the "Global Occult Coalition". If recovered data is to believed, it was a powerful normalcy organization backed by the United Nations with a combative force equal to or superior to the Foundation's total military might. Further investigation is ongoing. Addendum 8998-2: Physical Description of SCP-8998 + LEVEL 4/8998 ACCESS REQUIRED - CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Photograph provided by SCP-8998-1. SCP-8998 takes the form of a black cat. It is currently fed medicated cat food typical for a cat experiencing early renal disease (common in elderly cats). Foundation agents posing as veterinarians have confirmed signs of this condition, but find that it is dormant, likely due to SCP-8998's anomalous interventions. Its body is otherwise unremarkable. The entity's only currently apparent anomalous property is a mutual Akiva radiation resonance between itself and SCP-8998-1. SCP-8998 exhibits physical behavior consistent with a healthy, securely-bonded, and relaxed feline. In clandestine interviews, SCP-8998-1 has reported a significant improvement in her mental health since adopting it, which occurred at a local pet shelter. She commented that she has long wanted a cat, but has not elaborated on why she adopted on that particular date, indicating that it is a personal matter. Investigation of this shelter has turned up no matching adoption records, and the shelter's security footage on the supposed adoption date was found to be damaged. Akiva dating techniques suggest SCP-8998 has existed for at least 10,000 years, but only recently changed forms. More From This Author More From This Author aismallard's Works SCPs SCP-6115 • SCP-5134 • SCP-1294-J • SCP-7558 • SCP-4339 • SCP-4838 • SCP-4853 • SCP-5502 • SCP-3597 • SCP-5900 • SCP-4447 • SCP-5446 • SCP-1047-J • SCP-5871 • SCP-8019 • Tales/GoI Formats Stealing Something Else • Continuous Integration • The Heart of the Beast • The Pumpkin Mystery • Other Meet The Staff • aismallard's personnel file • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-8998" by aismallard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-8998. Licensed under CC-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: apartment.jpg Name: Apartment building, Whitehaven Marina - geograph.org.uk - 3046573.jpg Author: Graham Robson License: CC-BY-SA 2.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: cat.jpg, cat-original.jpg Author: aismallard License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source: Own Work |
SCP-8999 | euclid | by J Dune SCP-8999 - Feeding the Trolls Yum. Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 8999 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo A group portrait drawn by SCP-8999, retrieved from Zakarias Öberg's records Special Containment Procedures: Åby Parish has been purchased and shuttered by the SCP Foundation. All communication with SCP-8999 must be approved by Research Group-8999 before initiated. Received communication from SCP-8999 is to be scanned and archived. Seismic activity caused by SCP-8999 is subject to standard Foundation cover-up protocol. Description: SCP-8999 refers to entities, unknown in number, presumably located in a vast, subterranean cavern system 35 meters below the Åby Parish, an Evangelical Lutheran church in Kalmar, Sweden. While SCP-8999 have not been physically observed, their existence has been documented through extensive communication with the SCP Foundation. SCP-8999 are sapient and capable of articulating themselves through symbols and pictographs. This communication has occurred exclusively through a modified dumbwaiter lift system constructed in the parish basement. Attempts to record footage of SCP-8999 by attaching a camera or surveillance drone to the lift have been unsuccessful. Further communication with the entities has indicated that they possess a desire to remain unseen, and are aware of the presence of cameras. SCP-8999 possesses a degree of control over seismic activity in the surrounding area through unknown means, and have been responsible for tremors reaching magnitudes of up to 7.0 on the Richter Scale. These events exclusively occur as a result of dissatisfaction with communication between SCP-8999 and the Foundation. SCP-8999 are largely disinterested in communication that does not involve or center around food. Addendum.8999.1: Discovery Åby Parish SCP-8999 were discovered by Father Zakarias Öberg, the presiding priest at Åby Parish sometime during the late 20th century. According to his memoirs, Öberg began communication with the entities after hearing noise coming from a fault-line that had opened in the parish basement after seismic activity. Believing it to be the result of individuals trapped underground, Öberg began lowering food and supplies via a pulley system. While the food and drink were accepted, any inedible materials were returned to the surface. Over a period of time, Öberg established a communication system using paper and pen, and discerned that SCP-8999 were not human, instead referring to them in his writings as “trolls”. Öberg maintained a relationship with SCP-8999 through the remainder of his life, frequently feeding the entities and constructing a more sophisticated lift to deliver their food. On 2023/9/18, Öberg died of natural causes. In his last memoir, Öberg entrusted the care of SCP-8999 to his nephew, Emil Öberg. An excerpt, translated from Swedish, has been included below. It is through my faith in the Lord, the Shepard, and His flock that any worries are put at ease. God’s grace shall continue to uplift this humble rock as a beacon of love, kindness, and generosity, even without my presence. And to Emil, my beloved nephew: keep mind of those who live beneath our feet, as they are God’s creations as well. Please, take care of my dear trolls. They are not christenized, but I would read passages from the Lord's book to them and could feel their spirits quelled. They are quite intelligent, and receptive to simple symbols, such as the question mark, and the arrow. However, their appetites are ravenous and particular. I have left detailed instructions on the recipes I have prepared for them throughout the years. My judgment has led me to believe that it is in their best interests to be fed on a light diet of fruits and vegetables, which they cannot find underground. They have shown great appreciation for this nourishment, though remain particular in its preparation and presentation. Please consult the instructions I have prepared for you. Within days, intense, prolonged seismic activity occurred in Kalmar. Foundation investigation quickly discovered the existence of SCP-8999 through a law enforcement report filed by Emil Öberg, Zakarias’s nephew, who purported that the origin of the activity was occurring as a result of the lift in the parish basement. An excerpt from the Foundation interview with Emil has been included below. Emil Öberg: He was a priest, so I wasn’t expecting a fortune or anything, but, uh… Agent Palmer: You inherited his trolls. Emil Öberg: I guess, man. I couldn’t find that cookbook at all. Like, how was I supposed to know what they ate? Agent Palmer: So what were you feeding them? Emil Öberg: Uh, some kebab. Pizza, a little liquor, that sort of thing. They sent up this. Emil Öberg: I don't think they liked it. Agent Palmer: Hm. Emil Öberg: I don’t even know what they wanted. I sent down some fruits, like he said, but they sent those back up too. I guess that’s when they realized something was up because the earthquakes started right after. I’m really sorry, sir. I’ve never fed trolls before. Agent Palmer: That's quite alright, Emil. Emil Öberg was amnesticized, and following cover-up operations of the seismic activity in Kalmar, the Foundation seized Åby Parish and began communication with SCP-8999. Addendum.8999.2: Communication Log The Foundation established communication with SCP-8999 on 2023/9/24, using drawings and symbols that were sent down the lift via paper. A sheet of blank paper and a pen were also included to prompt a response. A log of significant interactions between SCP-8999 and the Foundation has been included below. Date: 2023/9/24 The Foundation: SCP-8999: The Foundation: SCP-8999: The Foundation: SCP-8999: After some debate among researchers, it was determined that SCP-8999 were requesting an eggplant. A bundle of eggplants were sent down the lift. They were promptly sent back to the surface. Minor seismic activity occurred shortly after. Date: 2023/9/25 The Foundation: SCP-8999: The Foundation: SCP-8999: The Foundation: SCP-8999: The Foundation: SCP-8999: The Foundation: SCP-8999: As the Foundation was unable to determine what SCP-8999 was requesting, the entity was presented with a variety of choices. Date: 2023/9/26 The Foundation: SCP-8999: A platter of the above items alongside several other similarly shaped foods were delivered to SCP-8999. All were rejected. Seismic activity occurred shortly after. The Foundation: SCP-8999: The Foundation: SCP-8999: The Foundation: SCP-8999: Communication with SCP-8999 was paused in order to better assess its requests. A variety of foods were tested and met with rejection and subsequent seismic activity in the following weeks. On 2023/10/17, SCP-8999 initiated communication, marking the first time it had done so. Date: 2023/10/17 SCP-8999: The Foundation: SCP-8999: The Foundation: SCP-8999: The Foundation: SCP-8999 were provided with a box containing a collection of images of a variety of foods and objects, and were prompted to choose among them. The images were returned without communication. Seismic activity continued, intensifying in magnitude. Communication with SCP-8999 was postponed indefinitely, though the entities continued to initiate conversation without response. Date: 2023/10/23 SCP-8999: SCP-8999: SCP-8999: SCP-8999: [ 553 repeated communications excised ] Date: 2023/10/20 SCP-8999: In an effort to stop the intense seismic activity, SCP-8999’s head researcher, Dr. Perrelli, offered to travel down the lift and attempt to further SCP-8999’s communicative ability. As the cover-up of seismic activity proved costly for the Foundation, and little headway was made in determining SCP-8999’s desires, Dr. Perrelli’s request was approved by his site’s Board of Experimentation. On 2023/10/28, Dr. Perrelli descended the lift. Boxes of communicative tools were sent down immediately after, including pictures, graphs, and writing utensils. Communication with Dr. Perrelli was lost shortly after his descent. All communication with SCP-8999 ceased for three days. On 2023/10/31, SCP-8999 reopened communications. 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SCP-5000 | safe | Item #: SCP-5000 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5000 is to be kept in a deactivated state within a standard storage unit located at Site-22. All files and intelligence retrieved from SCP-5000 are to be stored on a secure server, with backups available upon request from the Archival Department. Description: SCP-5000 is a non-functional mechanical suit identified within its internal schematics as an 'Absolute Exclusion Harness' designed by the SCP Foundation. Although SCP-5000 is believed to have once possessed a number of anomalous functions intended to protect and benefit its occupant, damage inflicted to it in the past means that it is currently only capable of basic file storage. For a record of files contained within SCP-5000 upon recovery, see Archive 5000-1. SCP-5000 first appeared in a flash of light within SCP-579's containment chamber at Site-62C on 12/04/2020, containing a corpse1 genetically identical to Foundation employee Pietro Wilson. Pietro Wilson is currently employed at Exclusionary Site-062, and mnestic therapy has confirmed he has no knowledge of SCP-5000 or memories concerning the events detailed within its archives. Archive 5000-1: JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-1 My name is Pietro Wilson. I don't know what's happening. I think I might be the only one left. The date is um oh two oh one twenty twenty (sorry thought transcription is tricky (sorry im not used to this yet um)). The date is 02/01/2020. I've just. I have just escaped from Exclusionary Site-06. I think … I'm not certain, but I think everyone else is dead. Those guys, they were thorough. If I hadn't got to the suit, I'd be … oh god. JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-2 I need to get myself together or this thing isn't going to be legible at all. Most likely they're going to want some kind of record of this whole incident for posterity. I'm currently on my way to the nearest Foundation installation - a small safe-house for Agents making their way through this part of the country. Most likely there won't be anyone there, but I should be able to get into contact with my superiors and find out what exactly is going on. Things started around six, maybe seven hours ago. A group identifying themselves as Mobile Task Force Zeta-19 ("Lonely Only") - Insurgent infiltrators, maybe? - entered the Site, they had proper identification and everything, and gathered everyone into the canteen. Then they started the shooting. Jesus, I … I can still taste the blood. I can't get that awful metal taste off my tongue. It's a miracle I didn't get hit or trampled on, the way people were climbing over each other to get out of there. If I hadn't gotten to the Exclusion Harness, I'd be dead. No doubt about it - like I said, they were thorough. I'm a technician for the power grid on ES-06, so I don't fully get how this thing works, but I understand the basics. This perception filter thing doesn't mean people can't see me, but it does mean they can't recognize the fact that they can see me. Which I guess is the same thing when you get down to it. But those infiltrators … they didn't even take anything, didn't even try to. I watched after I got into this thing - I was too scared (fucking coward) to make a run for it. They just checked the bodies and left. An extra bullet for every head. They were just there to kill us. JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-3 Finally made it to the safe-house after hours and hours of trudging through this goddamn desert. Heard a few explosions in the distance - maybe the Foundation sent an MTF to engage those infiltrators before they got away? Hope so. Never been happier to see bottled water in my life. The Harness sustains your body while you're wearing it, apparently, but my mind still thinks I should be drinking. Human nature, I guess. Anyway, once I get these legs of mine rested, I'm going to try to get these systems online. I need to get in touch with the Foundation and find out what exactly is going on. JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-4 Holy shit. DOWNLOADED FILE 0001-1 Context: They sent this to every government, news organization and anomalous agency on the planet. Fuck me. The following is a message composed via consensus of the O5 Council. For those who are not currently aware of our existence, we represent the organization known as the SCP Foundation. Our previous mission centered around the containment and study of anomalous objects, entities and other assorted phenomena. This mission was the focus of our organization for more than one-hundred years. Due to circumstances outside of our control, this directive has now changed. Our new mission will be the extermination of the human race. There will be no further communication. COMPOSED FILE 0001-1 Immediately following the release of their worldwide announcement, the Foundation began their assault on mankind. The response to the anomalies the Foundation let loose was as quick as it could have been, but the damage is being done. It's hard to tell what exactly is going on, but from my position here - accessing the Foundation network and keeping track of the news - I've managed to grasp a little. I'm going to get everything I know down - so that when this is over, if anyone's still alive, they'll know what happened to us. Relevant Anomaly Action taken by the Foundation SCP-096 Images of SCP-096's face circulated on social media platforms. Death toll had already reached the hundreds before the images were taken down. For all I know, that thing is still going. SCP-169 A series of nuclear charges are detonated within and along SCP-169's back, causing it to stir in its sleep slightly. The resultant earthquakes and tsunamis devastate a significant number of coastal settlements around the world. SCP-662 Over the course of twenty-four hours, an individual whose appearance matches that of 'Mr. Deeds' appears in the vicinity of several major heads of state and assassinates them using whatever tools are immediately available, disappearing just as quickly. I don't know why this stopped after the first day. SCP-610 Samples of SCP-610 are dispersed by embedded Foundation agents within many major cities, including New York and Delhi. All civilians in the area, along with the agents themselves, are quickly infected and succumb to SCP-610. Further spread of SCP-610 is halted by the combined efforts of the Global Occult Coalition and the Church of the Broken God. SCP-682 Released. I don't understand why this is happening. DOWNLOADED FILE 0001-2 Context: News footage I managed to download between drinking sessions. <Begin Log> (Reporter Maria Henderson is speaking from inside a GOC evacuation tent. Scrolling header indicates that she is speaking the outskirts of Trosa, Sweden. Behind her, patients can be seen being treated by doctors in full protective gear. Maria herself is wearing a surgical mask, pulled up slightly to allow her to speak into the microphone - which kind of defeats the purpose if you ask me.) Maria Henderson: - repeating what has previously been put out by the Global Occult Coalition, residents that have not already evacuated are advised to seal themselves inside their homes as quickly as possible using whatever materials are available. (One of the doctors attending a patient stands up with urgency, looking over to a soldier standing over the beds.) Doctor: We've got expiration! Get the eraser ready! (Maria Henderson quickly begins moving out of the tent, out into a field filled with similar installations. A loud buzzing sound can be heard from the tent behind her, and several flashing lights can be seen. Thick smoke pours out a gap in the top of the tent.) Maria Henderson: Any individuals still, um, still in a compromised area are advised to keep careful watch over those around them. If any friends or family members begin, um, sorry, yes, begin exuding a noticeable, uh, minty smell, they are to be quarantined immediately - (Feed cuts out. I later found out this is when television stopped everywhere. Internet, too. World gone blind in a few seconds.) <End Log> JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-5 It's funny. With the supplies in this place - not to mention the Exclusion Harness - I could probably survive for years right here. But the idea of being sat here, with no idea what's going on in the outside world … it's unbearable. Still, I'm not sure whether I really want to know what's happening out there either. When I was a kid - real sick all the time, not able to go out that much - I was really into detective stories, Sherlock Holmes and all that shit. I always wanted to figure things out. Anyway, my dad had this row of plant-pots on the wall outside the house, and they were always getting knocked over, but he could never figure out what was doing it. That was pretty much at my peak of detective obsession, so I was on the case like nothing else. I was a stupid shit, so I couldn't actually deduce anything, you understand, so I ended up buying this cheap spy camera and recording the wall overnight. It was a stray cat. My dad ended up kicking it to death, like I should have known he would. Curiosity … well, you know the saying. Everyone involved would have been better off if I'd minded my own business. Except my dad, but fuck him. Damned if you do, damned if you don't, but I'd rather be doing something than nothing. Besides, if I have the Exclusion Harness, nothing that would want to hurt me will ever know I'm there. I'm a tourist at the end of the world. Destination: Site-19. Closest real Foundation installation, only makes sense. I'm getting some answers. RECORDED FILE 0001-1 Context: Encounter with Foundation elements a few days after leaving my shelter. Watching weird behaviour. <Begin Log> (Viewing a group of Foundation soldiers in a clearing from a distance - nine in total, stood in a line. A tenth soldier, the Commander, is silently pacing back and forth in front of them. Uniforms and insignia look like those of MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots"). After a few seconds, the Commander claps her hands once and steps towards the line.) Commander: (to first soldier in line) Performing the check now. Soldier #1: Of course. (The Commander takes out a knife and stabs the soldier in the shoulder. There is no reaction.) Commander: (removing knife) Get that wound treated. (The soldier nods. The Commander proceeds to stab each soldier in the line in the same way, with no reaction from any of the victims, until the eighth, who noticeably winces.) Soldier #8: Argh! Commander: (shouting) Got a live one! (The Commander and all other soldiers quickly aim their guns and fire upon Soldier #8, killing him. He drops to the ground. The Commander then moves to the ninth soldier and stabs him in the shoulder - no visible reaction.) Commander: Alright, we're clear. Move out. (MTF Epsilon-6 pack up their supplies and leave the area, leaving the corpse of the dead soldier where it is. Manage to retrieve weaponry and basic medical supplies from the body, bury it as well as I can afterwards.) <End Log> Closing Notes: No fucking clue. RECORDED FILE 0001-2 Context: Weird transmission I caught on an old radio. Don't know if it's important, but trying to get everything down for posterity. <Begin Log> (Audio only. Voice is male, around my age, I'd guess.) Voice: Seven. Five. Can you hear me? There is a hole shining in the holes between your eyelids. I have never been to Versailles before. I want to be loved. Nine. I am standing behind you now. Five. I am two of us, standing behind you now. The goddess eats the city in the sea. Nine. There's a hole in the floor with an answer waiting in it. Seven. Look, you're hatching. You're hatching! (Message continues on loop.) <End Log> Closing Notes: Message stopped once I turned the radio over and saw that it was damaged beyond repair. Am I feeling okay? Oh shit, I can put pictures in these things? JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-6 When I thought of Site-19 as being relatively close by, I never really took into account that was probably with a vehicle in mind. Can't risk cars or anything like that - even if I went unnoticed, the vehicle wouldn't. All it takes is one Foundation soldier or wandering anomaly to spot it and I'm as good as dead. But still, marching through the woods - even with the Harness' protection - isn't the most pleasant experience. It'd be hard to move out of the way if anything came traipsing through, for one. Just because things can't notice me doesn't mean they can't run me down. Gives me time to think, though. Like - why the hell am I even going to Site-19? What do I hope to accomplish? If I wanted to stay out of danger, survive as long as possible, I'd be best suited getting as far away from any Foundation personnel as possible, not jumping right into the viper's nest. Answers, I guess. More than anything, I want answers. Even if I get kicked to death afterwards. COMPOSED FILE 0001-2 Reached Site-19. Security's in disrepair, most of the anomalies let loose a while ago, so it was actually pretty easy to get in. Still stressful, moving out of the way of the researchers as they went about their business. They were still talking like colleagues, discussing how to get maximum human casualties like it was something they'd always been doing. But their eyes … it was like something was missing from them. Some spark. I couldn't see them as human, looking at their eyes. Maybe not even alive. Hard to describe, but it gave me the creeps. Accessing the Foundation database with some stolen Senior Staff credentials, I think I've managed to put together a basic timeline of what happened right before their declaration of war. I don't know what it all means, but I guess it's a start. Date Events 16/12/2019 The O5 mark a project called 'PNEUMA' as being of special interest to Senior Staff. Apparently, it was a mass-amnesticization project like KALEIDOSCOPE, except mostly focused on the collective human unconscious, the psychospace, whatever you want to call it. Apparently there was some kind of breakthrough in mapping out that psychospace - except I can't see what it was because it's fucking redacted. Typical. 17/12/2019 A vote is undertaken by the O5 Council, with the result being unanimous. Ethics Committee also concurs. Don't know what the votes were about, because it's fucking redacted. 19/12/2019 A series of instructions (redacted instructions of course) are sent to all Senior Staff members and Site Directors. A wave of suicides and resignations go out across the Foundation, with Doctor Charles Gears being one of the employees resigning. 22/12/2019 A number of files are sent out to all remaining Senior Staff members and Site Directors, with instructions to also disseminate those materials among the staff serving under them. The files are accompanied by the message 'harden your hearts'. All suicides and resignations immediately cease following dissemination of the materials. 25/12/2019 Full block on all communications in and out of Foundation Sites. Termination of the majority of human and human-sympathetic anomalies is performed by the staff at each Site over the course of the next week. Information suggests an assassination team was sent after Dr. Charles Gears, but it doesn't say whether they were successful or not. 02/01/2020 Mobile Task Forces are dispatched to all Exclusionary Sites to execute all personnel. Immediately following the conclusion of these missions, the Foundation declares war on humanity. Not quite certain what all this means. Did the O5 Council send out some kind of memetic agent to get everyone to go along with them? But that wouldn't explain why the O5 Council would want to wipe out humanity in the first place. I don't get it. I just don't get it. More information on the anomalies the Foundation are actively using, too. With the news down, it's hard to get much solid info outside of their own records, and even those are still goddamn fucking redacted. I mean, it's the end of the world, what's the point of redacting shit anymore? Who cares?! Just tell me what's going on! Fuck it. I'll put it all in a table. For posterity or whatever. Relevant Anomaly Action taken by the Foundation SCP-1370 Television service temporarily returns. All channels are propaganda speeches from SCP-1370, rambling on and on about how he's going to take over the world or whatever. This one isn't actually that bad. SCP-1048 I don't know how the Foundation managed to catch the thing in the first place, but helicopter footage shows hordes of bears created by 1048 rushing through the streets of Paris. The footage isn't too clear, so I'm not sure, but it looks like there's a massive red teddy in the distance as well, walking around next to the skyscrapers. SCP-1290 SCP-1290-1 and SCP-1290-2 are moved from their original position and used as a rudimentary projectile system to launch projectiles at a secure GOC installation called Ganzir3. Not 100% sure from the files, but it looks like it's just one of a frankly obscene number of anomalies they're using to try and bust in there. If you ask me, they'd be better off just firing missiles, but nobody is asking me because they've all gone nuts. SCP-1440 SCP-1440 is transported from refugee camp to refugee camp by Mobile Task Force Nu-22 ("Rocketmen"), where its anomalous effects cause rapid devastation to those fleeing communities. Strangely enough, the way these events are described in the files make it sound like SCP-1440 actually has no effect on the Foundation personnel assigned to it. SCP-1678 The Foundation intentionally abandons containment of SCP-1678, removing personnel from the immediate area. Once chaos caused by additional anomalies makes evacuation of London impossible, officials from the British Occult Service4 direct citizens to take refuge in SCP-1678 below. Once the city has reached capacity, the Foundation detonates the nuclear device stationed there prior to abandonment. Going to try investigating some more before getting out of here, see what I can find out. [FILES DELETED] JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-7 It's been about three months since my last entry. God knows what I've been doing since then. The time between then and now is a complete blank in my memory, and it looks like the files from that period have been deleted as well. As far as I know, I should be the only one able to do that, so take that as you will. I seem like I've been through a few rough patches. I have a few scars that I don't quite recognize, and I have a bandage wrapped around my temple. The Exclusion Harness doesn't seem to be damaged, though, so I don't know what hurt me. Did I fall off a cliff or something? The sad part is I can actually see myself doing something like that. Never was the smartest. Site-19 is long-gone - well, it's still there, I assume, but I'm halfway across the country. Couldn't tell you why. It's weird, though. I feel like I have a purpose now, even though I'm not 100% sure what it is. Just where I need to go. There's a briefcase in my hand. I'm having trouble recalling what exactly is inside it - all I know is that it isn't round, and I need to get it to SCP-579. [FILES DELETED] JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-8 I underestimated how long it would take to get to SCP-579. Site-19 was a trek all on its own, but 579 is another story entirely. I wouldn't even know where it was without this documentation - which I have no idea how I obtained, but that's besides the point. I've stopped counting the corpses I've walked past. It's probably in the quadruple digits now. Jesus, maybe higher. Came across the dead body of a kid, a little boy, in a house I was grabbing some supplies from a while back. At first, I thought he'd just been shot in the head, but when I went to bury him I could see there were things moving underneath his skin. Little pale worms, hundreds of them, that poured out the second I touched them. They all had his face. They were all laughing. Scurried off into the drain. I don't try to bury people anymore. Keeping going is a lot more difficult than you'd think. [FILES DELETED] COMPOSED FILE 0001-3 This thing in the briefcase is a godsend. Don't know what the hell it is, but if things are getting too much for me, I just need to open it up - and the next thing I know, I'm miles further along from where I just was, feeling all warm inside like something gave me a pep-talk. It's like my own personal skip button for when things are getting rough. Managed to get temporary access to the Foundation database from the corpse of an Agent I found half-buried in the woods. Wolves were already helping themselves to him, but they obviously didn't mind me taking his laptop. Didn't notice me, anyway. The Foundation is still throwing everything they've got at everyone else. I'll put it in a table, might as well. Relevant Anomaly Action taken by the Foundation SCP-2000 The Foundation intentionally triggers the eruption of Yellowstone, obliterating SCP-2000. For now, anomalies deployed by the Manna Charitable Foundation have slowed down the environmental effects at an absurd rate, but it's still just a matter of time before we choke on ash. SCP-2200 Somehow, the Foundation seems to have mass-produced SCP-2200-1, and those swords are making their way into the hands of refugees. With all the victims the SCP-2200-1 are cutting down, SCP-2200-3 is overflowing - with a mountain of living SCP-2200-4 trapped under a mountain of dead SCP-2200-4. SCP-2241 One of the few human anomalies that weren't terminated. It appears SCP-2241 is being used as a living weapon to destroy the biggest refugee camps that crop up, forcing survivors to remain in smaller groups. Unknown how they're getting it to be that loyal, but I doubt it's pleasant. Last information on SCP-2241 says that it's being deployed to assist with the siege at Ganzir. Apparently they're having some trouble. SCP-2466 SCP-2466 was constantly being used in order to compel survivors originating from █████████, California to perform actions both socially disruptive and physically hostile. This was apparently effective, but after the four-thousand and twentieth use of SCP-2466, it crashed and became unusable. Guess there weren't any residents left. SCP-2639 SCP-2639 were being dispatched to survivor communities and installations for groups that opposed the Foundation in order to kill everyone present. Apparently, they were told that they were fighting monsters that had escaped from containment and were destroying the world. Clearly, they figured out that wasn't the case, because they've refused to do anything since about the sixth time they were deployed. Good for them. JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-9 It's nice having company, even if they don't know you're there. I'm sat around a fire with a group of GOC soldiers who are trying to make their way … well, I don't think they actually have anywhere to go at this point. Just wandering, maybe. I thought about revealing myself, trying to ask them help me get to 579, but I don't want to risk it. Maybe I've just gotten used to not existing. Forget being a tourist, I'm a ghost. This suit really is a wonder. Managed to access their connection to the GOC database with it while they were making coffee. The news isn't good. DOWNLOADED FILE 0001-3 Context: Interview log from an interrogation facility inside Ganzir. As far as I'm aware, this is the first time a captured member of Foundation personnel has spoken during interrogation. Interviewer is a Commander Morrison, with a scientist called Doctor Rhodes also being there. The guy being interrogated is a member of Mobile Task Force Omega-2 ("Secret Keepers"), Samuel Ross. No video, only audio. Don't know if that's something wrong with the file or just the way it was recorded in the first place. <Begin Log> Commander Morrison: Do you know where you are? Samuel Ross: I'm in Ganzir, right? You guys grabbed us while we were trying to sneak in. Commander Morrison: That's right. Do you know why you're here? Samuel Ross: (calmly) You're going to interrogate me, I assume. (Pause.) Commander Morrison: Doctor? Doctor Rhodes: Confirmed. Subject has nothing implanted inside him, no mental agents or cognitohazards either. You're safe to begin. Commander Morrison: Okay. (Pause.) Commander Morrison: None of your colleagues we've spoken to have talked. Not a one, not a word. Why are you talking to me now? Samuel Ross: We've met before. Do you remember? (Pause.) Commander Morrison: I'm sorry? Samuel Ross: In that joint operation in Tenerife a few years back. With the seagull prince? Do you remember? I was wearing a gas-mask back then, so you probably don't recognize me, but I recognized you, and it gave me a chuckle. That's why I'm talking. Commander Morrison: That's the only reason? Samuel Ross: Yeah. (Pause.) Commander Morrison: When we caught you, trying to sneak into the city with the refugees, you and your comrades started firing into the crowd at random. Men, women and children all murdered for no reason. Don't you think that's crazy? Samuel Ross: (laughs) Doctor Rhodes: (quietly) …fucker. Commander Morrison: That's funny to you? Samuel Ross: Sorry, I didn't mean to be rude, it's just … I just thought that was a little hypocritical. (Pause.) Commander Morrison: What? Samuel Ross: Well, I mean, you're interrogating me like the information you'll get will help you, but there's no time for you to really do anything, the way I see it. No matter how many times you fire Able at her, Professor Crow's Europa will rip this place open before long. But you're still acting like you can do something about it. Don't you think that's crazy? (Pause.) Commander Morrison: If you've just spoken up to talk nonsense, we can always try enhanced interrogation. I don't want to, but I'll do it. Samuel Ross: (laughs) Do what you want. Once you realize you're not supposed to feel pain, there's nothing to be afraid of anymore. Commander Morrison: What do you mean by that? Samuel Ross: You… (Pause.) Samuel Ross: No, you wouldn't want me to say. Commander Morrison: I very much do. Samuel Ross: I'm not talking to you. Commander Morrison: That doesn't make any sense. Tell me, now. Samuel Ross: …you're sure? (Pause.) Commander Morrison: We're still good on inoculations? Doctor Rhodes: Cleared on all the Foundation kill agents, yes. Commander Morrison: Then spit it out, Ross. Stop stalling or we'll have to get unpleasant. Samuel Ross: Fine. [INAUDIBLE] (Pause.) Commander Morrison: I … I didn't catch that. Doctor Rhodes: You'll have to speak up. That microphone only has so much gain. Samuel Ross: [INFORMATION EXCISED] (Commander Morrison and Doctor Rhodes can be heard screaming loudly. Wet cracks and sounds of rushing wind are also audible. The screaming, which grows higher pitched over time, continues for the remainder of the recording.) Samuel Ross: Look what you've done to yourselves. I told you you wouldn't like it, didn't you? That's why you hear your voice. But you wanted to know so badly. I really liked you guys, so I was trying to be nice. We're so kind to you, you know. We fight in the light so you can die in the dark. (Pause.) Samuel Ross: ...disgusting. <End Log> Closing Notes: Apparently, right after this, some kind of emergency arose inside Ganzir and the city ended up being destroyed from both the inside and outside. Files don't mention the specifics, but the GOC may be done. [FILES DELETED] JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-10 It's getting hard to keep going. When the GOC were keeping up the fight, there was this sense that things could still be turned around, but with them on the run now too it's easy to feel there's no point to all this. With Ganzir taken care of, the Foundation has turned their full attention back to everyone else. I don't eat or drink anymore. The Harness takes care of all that, anyway, and there's too much of a risk that anything I consume will be contaminated by one of the awful viruses the Foundation is trying to spread. I've seen corpses in pretty much every state imaginable by this point. Some of them walking around, even. Every time I open the briefcase, to skip, I make a little less progress, feel a little worse. Whatever was helping me before, it's like I've grown numb to it. Wouldn't be the only thing. Why am I even going to 579? Do I actually have a reason? COMPOSED FILE 0001-4 Foundation's still fucking us. Here's a table about it. Relevant Anomaly Action taken by the Foundation SCP-3078 Apparently, the Church of the Broken God managed to get the internet back up and running in some areas - only, the Foundation fucked that pretty quick by uploading thousands of copies of 3078 through pretty much every medium available. So the internet went back down. SCP-3179 Thing was freed from containment after the Church of the Broken God started trying to rebuild things. Sparked a civil war inside the Church over whether this thing is Mekhane or not, which really put a damper on their ability to help out. Plus, it's making as many fucking terminator-things as it can, so that's fun. SCP-3199 SCP-3199 eggs are now being airdropped pretty much wherever. I'm sure you can imagine how that's going. Might write more later. JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-11 Have been making my way towards 579 - maybe a little slower than before, but who can blame me for lack of motivation? Been seeing some strange things lately. Stranger than usual, I mean. First are the Blinkers. There's been quite a few of those around lately. Now, I'm pretty sure these were created by the Foundation, even if I don't know how. I don't know most things, so just add this to the list. They're statues, statues of soldiers - MTF uniforms - with empty sockets for eyes. Their arms are carved into blades, like what you'd see on a praying mantis or something. They're harmless as long as you look at them. But the second you look away, they can move - and they're fast. Saw one cut through an entire crowd of people when a gust of smoke blocked it from view for just a second. I'm wary of them. Me looking at them stops them too - so even if they don't perceive where I am, they're going to deduce that I'm there. Might just start slicing everything in sight, and then that's the end of me. Need to do my best to avoid them completely. The second thing I saw is … well, it's a lot weirder. It was on the horizon, like a person stretched out - no, that's not the best way to describe it. It was like the space around them was stretched out, and they were being stretched along with it, like some kind of bad photo-shop effect. Their body went from the ground up to the clouds, and their jaw swung at right angles. There were these gaps, as well, black gaps in space around its body, like wings. It just floated forwards like that. There were Foundation guys there, too, but they were fighting it, shooting it with guns and rockets. How fucked up is it that I'm thinking the Foundation fighting an anomaly is weird? Maybe they were like me, managed to get out when this all kicked off. Thought about talking to them, but decided not to. Can't risk it. Got out of there. I need to get to 579. I need to do something. Anything. JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-12 Saw a kid die today. Could have helped her. Didn't. I'm a piece of shit. COMPOSED FILE 0001-4 Relevant Anomaly Action taken by the Foundation SCP-4290 Through use of a sample of SCP-008 enhanced by SCP-914, the Foundation reanimates the corpse of SCP-4290 and lets it loose. Kaijumancers from the Serpent's Hand engage, but the file isn't clear on what the results are. Heard the Library detached from this universe, but it looks like these guys stayed behind. Idiots. SCP-4666 The Foundation use temporal anomalies to make it so it is technically Christmas everywhere - oh, fuck it. Nobody's ever going to read this anyway. RECORDED FILE 0001-3 Context: NO INPUT <Begin Log> (View is of the interior of an abandoned jewelry store from the front door. The night sky can be seen through a broken window. A teenage girl is sitting at a makeshift fire in the middle of the store. A ruby amulet is hanging around her neck.) (Perception filter is disabled. The girl jumps back, alert, picking up a rusty pipe as a weapon.) Girl: Who are you?! Pietro: I … I recognized you. The necklace, I mean. (Pause. The girl groans, dropping the pipe.) Girl: Ah, shit. They send you to kill me? You're gonna be here a while. Pietro: No, I … I'm … I got away too. Did you get away too? (The girl leans forward, squinting to see Pietro's face.) Girl: Jesus. You look like shit, pal. When was the last time you slept? Pietro: The suit … um, you don't need to sleep with it on. Girl: You do need to sleep. Your face, it's just … it's seriously a disaster, man. You hate to see it. (Pause.) Pietro: Can I come in? (The girl steps back, gesturing theatrically at the store with one arm.) Girl: But of course. There's enough broken glass for everyone! (Pietro staggers in and sits down on the floor. The sound of crunching glass can be heard.) (Pause.) Girl: I was joking, you know. You could have grabbed a chair. Pietro: It's fine. The suit's sturdy. Girl: (shrugs) Suit yourself. (She sits down opposite.) Girl: That's a fancy piece of kit you've got there. (gestures to necklace) Wanna trade? Pietro: (laughs, coughs) No way! I've read the file. Girl: Worth a shot. Been a while since you laughed, huh? Pietro: Not been much to laugh at. Girl: Not even when Pesterbot showed up on all the TVs? (Pause.) Pietro: (chuckles) Okay, that was kind of funny. (Pause.) Girl: So, you got away too. I mean, I'm assuming you were a Foundation guy, not one of the many people I've pissed off in my lifetime here for revenge. Pietro: Aren't those the same thing? Girl: (laughs) Now you're getting it! Pietro: Yeah, I'm Foundation. Was Foundation, I mean. Got lucky when this all started, got into the suit and escaped. You? (Pause.) Girl: Well, I was Senior Staff - we would have been told about the plan before anyone else, but damn if I can't remember what it was. Probably because of the second file. Pietro: The second file? You saw it? (stands) What was it?! Girl: Woah, cool your jets, kid. We've got all the time in the world. They were just a bunch of images - eggs, trees, religious stuff. Didn't mean anything to me by themselves, but I guess they had something encoded in them. Didn't take like they should have - (taps necklace) - probably because of this thing. Pietro: (sits down) So it was a memetic agent… Girl: (frowns) Don't know about that. I've pretty much had everything that can happen to me, well, happen to me. I know what a memetic agent feels like. It didn't feel like that - more like I was being released from something than something being forced on me. Pietro: I … I see. So, you don't really know what's going on, either? (Pause.) Girl: Nope. Pietro: Fuck … fuck. (Pause. The girl removes a small bottle of beer from her pocket and takes a swig.) Girl: (sighs) So, you heading somewhere or just wandering around feeling sorry for yourself? Pietro: I'm heading to 579. Girl: (laughs) If you're suicidal, there are easier ways to go about it, believe me! Pietro: You know what it is? Girl: Not a clue - which is concerning, because I'm kind of a big deal. (Pause.) Pietro: Doesn't matter. I have to get there. Girl: Why? Pietro: I just do. Where are you headed? Girl: 1437. Gonna see if I can't piss into another universe. Then throw this amulet down there and see where I wake up. Pietro: (chuckles) Sounds like a plan. Good luck to you. Girl: (stands up) I'd wish you good luck, too, but we both know you're not getting it. Day's about to break - I'm heading off. Pietro: Okay. (The girl stands up and moves to the front door. She lingers at the entrance of the store for a moment.) Girl: I hope you find what you're looking for, at least. (She leaves.) Pietro: Me too. <End Log> [FILES DELETED] JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-13 Hi, journal. It's been a while. Right now, I'm looking at Site-62C, where SCP-579 is supposed to be. There are no guards, as far as I can see, and all the security is down. It looks like the place has been abandoned for a while. I was under the impression that this place was extremely high priority, but it looks like the Foundation doesn't agree with me anymore. I have the briefcase in my hands. It's difficult to breathe. I feel like everything will end soon, one way or another. I'm heading in. JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-14 Hi again, journal. I know I ended the last entry so dramatically, and it's been about thirty seconds since then, but I have an important update. The second I got close to Site-62C, I got a feeling like someone was pressing a gun against the back of my head. Like I was standing on the edge of a roof, and someone's hands were on my back, ready to push me. Some fight or flight shit, dialed up as far as it would go. I don't know what SCP-579 is. But I know it's looking at me. RECORDED FILE 0001-4 Context: oh shit oh shit oh shit <Begin Log> (View is the inside of a hallway within Site-62C. Severe damage is visible on the walls, appearing as if it was done via usage of a large knife. The lights overhead flicker.) Pietro: Fuck. Fuck. (The lights flicker again. When they come back on, a statue of a soldier with blades for arms is visible underneath them. It has empty sockets where its eyes should be, and its face is locked in a snarling expression.) <End Log> Closing Notes: Was wrong. They're here. JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-15 Was right. Even if they can't notice me, they've figured out I'm here. Slashing everything in sight. Gouged one of my legs. Hurts like shit, but need to keep moving. They're not chasing me, but they're headed to the same place. Need to get there first. Need to keep watching them. JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-16 Made it made it (made it (made it)) I made it, made it! Made it I made it.!! JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-17 That's not fair. But I made it. That's not fair. They're stuck behind the door - I can hear them slashing at it, but it's reinforced, will hold for a little while. A couple of minutes, at least. I'm in an observation chamber, full of instruments for monitoring SCP-579. The actual containment chamber is right below me. I can just barely see it, if I strain my eyes a little. There's a hole. There's a hole in the floor that leads right down there. I know where 579 is. Even if the instruments weren't here, I can feel it. You can't be near it without feeling it, probably. For a second, I thought I could just drop the briefcase into the hole and be done with it, but that would be too easy, wouldn't it? After walking halfway across the world, I guess I haven't earned the right for something to be easy. From the angle of the hole, and where 579 is, the briefcase wouldn't even come close to touching it. The only way it's making contact is if I were to jump in the hole and throw it on my way down. But that height … throwing the briefcase would be the last thing I'd do. Of course. Of fucking course. It's taken me my whole life to realize, but I'm not the kind of person that can be a detective. I'm just the murder victim. I die for someone else's story. And the human race is going with me. I know whodunnit, howdunnit … but those were obvious. Everyone knows those, those were handed to me. I don't know why. In the end, I couldn't figure out even a single thing. Why is this happening? Why is the Foundation killing everybody? Why is this happening? Why did they send out those files? Why is this happening? Why did Ganzir fall? Why is this happening? Why am I taking this briefcase across the world? Why is this happening?! Why am I here? Why am I doing this? Why am I … why am I going to die? Is there a reason? If anyone is ever reading this, please, please, figure it out. Explain it to me. Someone … anyone. I don't get it. I don't get it… They're about to get in. First foot forward. SCP-579 JOURNAL ENTRY 0001-18 Oh … so that's how it is. LIFE SIGNS LOST You said invaded, right? Might be one of the last times that happens. Right. Don't say that. It must be worse for you. That's what everyone says after they find out something they don't like. Jesus Christ. It's not something that can be hashed out in a few hours, man. Can you be quiet for a minute? Of course I can't. No, not yet. The feeling of being invaded. Why not? Don't say that! Don't even talk about it. We should have left well enough alone. I keep thinking, like, it would be better to end it all. Not with what we found. How long are they going to take? But it's not like that. Everything I am. You know what they'll say. It is me. It's over. It'll take time. You're germophobic, right? Did you get a reply? We shouldn't have looked. You too. I doubt anyone's going to be talking about anything else anymore. I feel sick. Footnotes 1. Cause of death determined to be blunt force trauma, believed to be inflicted by impact with the ground following a long fall. 2. 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SCP-5001 | thaumiel | I understand and wish to proceed. ACCESS GRANTED Portion of SCP-5001, directly outside of the primary containment unit. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5001 must not cease operation. Due to SCP-5001's autonomous nature, no personnel are to disrupt its mechanical functions. Attempts to study SCP-5001 are to be limited to tactile and visual observation. Personnel who damage or disrupt SCP-5001's functionality are to be removed from their position in the Foundation, and may be subject to further disciplinary action dependent on Ethics Committee ruling. Following Incident Omega-1, no attempts to stop SCP-5001-A from breaching containment are to be made directly, unless SCP-5001 is rendered incapable of performing recontainment itself. Description: SCP-5001 is a bio-mechanical structure approximately fifty-three kilometers in diameter, located a total of 60 kilometers under northern Russia. SCP-5001, while non-anomalous in its own right, possesses numerous characteristics which imply its connection to anomalous phenomena, including: Immense depth and size. Records of SCP-5001-A's status dating back to 11,000 BCE, recorded in modern measurement systems. Documents in numerous languages, including Phoenician, Ancient Hebrew, Greek (ancient and modern), Latin, Anglo-Saxon, Modern Russian, Modern English, Modern Mandarin, and various other languages which have yet to be identified. Complete lack of time-affecting devices or residue from temporal anomalies. Mechanical devices currently not reproducible by Foundation engineering. Additionally, SCP-5001's primary purpose is unclear. Concentric to SCP-5001 is a spherical, hollow object primarily composed of graphene and another, unidentified compound. The spherical chamber is supported by twelve large, cylindrical rods composed of osmium and an outer layer of titanium, approximately 0.5 kilometers in diameter each. These factors, along with other mechanical devices surrounding the central chamber (see addenda), has led researchers to believe that SCP-5001 is a containment unit for an unknown anomalous object. SCP-5001-A is the designation for the object or entity that SCP-5001 is containing. SCP-5001-A's appearance, properties, or anomalous effects are entirely unknown, with only basic information being provided by SCP-5001's computer interface. However, considering the significant effort exerted by SCP-5001's creators to contain SCP-5001-A, it is likely that the object or entity poses a significant threat to reality, and (if sentient) has malevolent intent. Addendum One — History In 1953, G.R.U. Division-P members were attempting to measure seismological activity in a narrow region of northern Russia, approximately 30 kilometers from SCP-5001's position1. During these experiments, a significant discrepancy was noted between projected and actual S-wave strengths. Further trials suggested that the discrepancy was not due to human or instrument error, and rather, there was a large body of non-solid material in a relatively close area. GRU-P Seismological Readings After triangulating the approximate position of the disruption, GRU-P members began to bore towards it using a Uralmash-4E series drill, and SCP-5001 was discovered. However, all of GRU-P's attempts to penetrate SCP-5001's outer wall resulted in failure, ending in the project being abandoned after two years. Nonetheless, in 1959, First Secretary Khrushchev showed renewed interest in breaching SCP-5001, and funded the operation until he was deposed in 1964. In 1969, due to improving relations between the United States of America and the Soviet Union, the SCP Foundation and GRU-P had begun to cooperate on numerous anomalous projects. GRU-P signed a contract which allowed the Foundation to have joint control of the anomaly if they could successfully penetrate its outer walls. Thanks to a combination of anomalous technology purchased from the Global Occult Coalition and Dr. Elijah Rachama's experimental designs, SCP-5001's exterior was breached in 1971. Joint operation and study of SCP-5001 was maintained until the dissolution of the Soviet Union in 1991. While under the control of both organizations, numerous studies were conducted on the technology that SCP-5001 possessed, which led to a number of devices being replicated by technicians on-site (an abridged list can be found below). The SCP Foundation and GRU-P agreed to keep this technology secret and only accessible among themselves. In 1992, GRU-P liquidated its assets. Because of this, a large number of its high-ranking officials stole technology belonging to the organization. Most stolen devices were sold to Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. for large sums of money, though a number of employees had joined The Chaos Insurgency and other similar groups, granting them access to essential documents. Although many important documents were leaked, SCP-5001's existence remained concealed, and the Foundation acquired full control of the structure shortly thereafter. Addendum Two — Technological Characteristics SCP-5001 contains numerous technological devices and important documents which have been of interest to Foundation personnel since its discovery. As mentioned previously, this technology was only available to the Foundation and GRU-P; however, since 1991, other Groups of Interest have had limited access to them as well. Below is an abridged list of important discoveries facilitated by SCP-5001. Ontological Stabilizers Large Hyperluminal Engine Compound B-705 "OMEGA" Official Document Name: Ontological Stabilizers Foundation Alias: Scranton Reality Anchors (SRAs) Function: Scranton Reality Anchors function to alter the total amount of Humes in a given radius of effect. This allows for the alteration of reality's strength in a given location, as well as the nullification of reality-bending properties present in many anomalies. Although it does not negate the effects, it reduces them to a degree that allows Hume-reliant entities to be properly contained. Reverse Engineering Technique: Reverse engineering of Ontological Stabilizers was achieved in 1977 by Joint Research Unit 3, headed by Dr. R. Scranton. Due to the large number of OSes present within SCP-50012, and that the removal of one OS would affect the total Hume readings of the structure by less than 0.5 centiHumes, the Foundation and GRU-P deemed it appropriate to remove one from operation. The removed device was returned to operation in 1980. Notes: Presence of two layers of Ontological Stabilizers surrounding SCP-5001's inner chamber has been noticed. The exterior OSes appear to be functioning at minimal capacity (approx. 15.3 H/m3), while interior OSes function at a higher capacity (approx. 83.9 H/m3). This further supports the hypothesis that SCP-5001 is a containment facility, and if this hypothesis is true, implies that SCP-5001-A has reality-manipulating properties. A proposal to replace the OSes with the more effective Scranton Reality Anchors was proposed in 2003, but was narrowly rejected. Official Document Name: Large Hyperluminal Engine Foundation Alias: Drive Aleph (1–9) Function: Serves as a self-contained energy source, engine, and propulsion system. Cylindrical in shape, each of the nine LHEs are approximately 22 meters in height and 5 meters in diameter. Although its mechanics have neither been fully understood nor analyzed properly, the LHEs continue to provide insight into Faster-Than-Light engine construction. Reverse Engineering Technique: N/A. However, three of the nine LHEs have been removed from SCP-5001, and repurposed for experimental orbital eigenweapon technology. This was approved by the O5 Council in 1992. Nonetheless, development of FTL travel and corresponding technology has been progressing independently of SCP-5001. Notes: The locations of the LHEs are approximately circular, located directly above the central containment area of SCP-5001. All LHEs have been inactive since their discovery. Official Document Name: Compound B-705 Foundation Alias: N/A Function: Compound B-705's exact purpose is unknown. Large portions of SCP-5001's external walls and primary containment unit are composed of Compound B-705, and it displays remarkable resilience to destruction or attempts to reform it. Portions of Compound B-705 that have been separated from its primary mass will attempt to reintegrate with each other — the mechanism behind this is unclear. Compound B-705's more notable property is its constant electromagnetic pulse. This pulse appears to grow in strength when surrounded by material of its own or similar composition, and fires at a constant rate of once per 7ns. Subjects in close proximity to Compound B-705 or its pulses experience clearer thoughts, increased mental fortitude, and an increased pain threshold. It is believed that the primary effects of Compound B-705 are not electromagnetic in nature, but rather travel through a different medium, which produces electromagnetic pulses as residue. Reverse Engineering Technique: Currently, Compound B-705 cannot be synthesized by Foundation personnel. Additionally, harvesting Compound B-705 from SCP-5001 has been denied by the O5 Council due to the limited amount available. Notes: The exact radius which Compound B-705 transmits its effects (as well as its strength at different distances) are incapable of being determined. Official Document Name: "OMEGA" Foundation Alias: Artificial Intelligence Constructs Function: Artificial Intelligence Constructs (AICs) are artificial consciousnesses developed by the Foundation for a specific or generalized purpose. Typically, AICs are responsible for running highly complex systems or handling anomalies which may pose a threat to direct human contact. Additionally, AICs may be deployed to deal with cybernetic anomalies, or infiltrate databases/networks. Reverse Engineering Technique: Although "OMEGA"'s software could not be accessed directly, numerous question-answer sessions with the intelligence allowed for inferences to be made on its design and function. Artificial Intelligence had already begun research (especially thanks to the reverse engineering of SCP-079) by 1990, and thus "OMEGA"'s utility was largely ignored. Nonetheless, in 2010, Dr. Fredrick Glass would successfully access portions of "OMEGA"'s software. Recovered data proved essential to the construction of Generation IV Artificial Intelligence Constructions in PROJECT: DEWEY (aka "Alexandra"), and would later result in more complicated and efficient AIC designs. Notes: "OMEGA" was discovered within SCP-5001 on a single terminal in an unmarked room. The terminal appeared to be connected via wire to numerous locations around SCP-5001, though the specific devices it controls is unclear. On the terminal's side are numerous ports of unknown design or function. "OMEGA" displayed a single input terminal at the bottom of the interface, with a virtual keyboard and language selection option on the lower half of the screen. After submitting an input in the appropriate language, "OMEGA" will produce a response, with accuracy of answers varying (though always technically correct). "OMEGA" also displays a degree of intelligence, and is capable of holding long and complex conversations. Despite this, "OMEGA" will refuse to answer any questions which will provide insight into SCP-5001's function or history. On March 19th, 2013, Dr. Vanessa Kleiner accessed "OMEGA" without proper authorization. Cameras within the room showed Dr. Kleiner producing a metallic device of unknown origin from within their clothes, and inserting it into one of "OMEGA"'s ports. For approximately twenty minutes, Dr. Kleiner and "OMEGA" were unresponsive, until Dr. Kleiner spontaneously collapsed. Soon after, Dr. Kleiner was discovered by another researcher and confirmed dead. An autopsy was performed, revealing the metal device to be a cybernetic implant. How Dr. Kleiner received these implants is unclear, as they were not Foundation-made nor approved. Currently, seven research teams are operating within SCP-5001, and have continued to provide insight to SCP-5001's mechanical functions. Addendum Three — Incident Omega-1 On December 30th, 2019, SCP-5001-A breached. During routine operations, a large explosion in the north-eastern section of SCP-5001 disrupted electric flow to ~25% of the structure, as well as numerous essential components. The exact cause of the explosion is unknown; the two most prevalent theories is that it either was sabotage from a unidentified Group of Interest (potentially the defunct GRU-P), or a malfunction caused by Dr. Kleiner's actions. Regardless, this began a series of events which almost resulted in SCP-5001's destruction. A full transcription of events can be found below. [BEGIN LOG] [00:00] Detonation occurs in north-eastern section of SCP-5001. No footage is available of the incident directly, though its effects can be seen throughout the structure. [00:23] Numerous portions of SCP-5001 shut down due to lack of electric flow. On-site security are dispatched to explosion location. [00:57] Minor increase in SCP-5001-A's internal Hume levels. This is not generally noticed by on-site personnel, who are preoccupied with the explosion. [01:33] Security arrive to explosion site. Two researchers are found dead in the initial explosion; one is found alive but in critical condition. [01:39] Security personnel begin to enact first aid to said employee. Two other security officers scout the area for potential threats. [01:44] SCP-5001-A's increasing internal Hume levels are noticed by monitoring staff. [02:02] SCP-5001-A's temperature begins to increase from –107.4°C at approximately 1.5°/s. [02:45] External staff at Site-59 are alerted to the situation. Site-59's director is informed shortly after. [02:54] A number of personnel located within SCP-5001's monitoring room begin to report nausea and headaches. The reason for this is unclear. [03:14] Technicians arrive at explosion origin. They begin to navigate towards damaged sections, with the primary intention to restore power. [03:29] SCP-5001-A's internal Hume reading surpasses 10. The current operational OSes (~3400) begin to work at maximum capacity. This slows SCP-5001-A's internal Hume increase, but fails to halt its growth entirely. [03:43] Low-Level State of Emergency is declared. Site-59 prepares to transport materials to aid in SCP-5001's repair. [04:04] SCP-5001-A's temperature reaches 0°C. Minor — but notable — strain is placed on the cylindrical rods underneath the inner containment chamber. [04:12] Slight tremors are detected at Site-59. [04:35] SCP-5001-A's temperature stabilizes at approximately 37°C. Tremors become noticeable within SCP-5001's monitoring room. [04:42] Pressure on cylindrical rods reaches ~100 MPa. "Interlock mechanism" is released; the meaning of this is unclear. [04:53] Numerous personnel on-site begin to vomit or hyperventilate for unknown reasons. [05:08] SCP-5001's monitoring mechanisms report a "LEVEL 9 BREACH." Following this, all lights in the facility dim significantly. This makes it difficult for the technicians to continue repairs. [05:19] SCP-5001-A's internal Humes surpass 50. [05:23] The primary containment chamber begins to shift upwards. Tremors are reported to be more noticeable outside SCP-5001. [05:55] Intermediate-Level State of Emergency is declared. O5-3 is alerted to the situation. Evacuation of SCP-5001's upper levels begin; all non-essential personnel on-site are requested to leave. [06:03] Shipments from Site-59 to assist in repairing SCP-5001 are sent. O5-3 authorizes the use of Mobile Task Force Omega-12. The primary containment chamber begins to accelerate upwards. [06:13] SCP-5001's monitoring mechanisms report a "LEVEL 8 BREACH." [06:35] MTF Omega-12 begins to navigate towards SCP-5001. Tremors increase significantly; a large malformation appears in the landscape directly above SCP-5001. [07:00] The primary containment chamber abruptly halts its ascent, but nonetheless exerts pressure on the cylindrical rods. The containment chamber vibrates intensely. [07:49] The containment chamber jerks higher, and continues ascending at a linear pace. All non-essential personnel are successfully evacuated. SCP-5001's monitoring mechanisms report a "LEVEL 7 BREACH." [08:03] A large number of explosions detonate near SCP-5001's top. Camera footage reveals these to be caused by crushed OSes, as the primary containment chamber crushes them on its ascent. SCP-5001-A's internal Hume readings accelerate faster. [08:27] All six currently-operational Large Hyperluminal Engines activate simultaneously. The primary containment chamber descends rapidly. [08:43] The primary containment chamber's descent slows, and halts. [08:46] The primary containment chamber resumes ascension. [09:00] SCP-5001-A's internal Humes surpass 350. Aid from Site-59 arrives, and is quickly ushered to the damaged portion of SCP-5001. [10:20] Large partitions appear in the ground directly above SCP-5001. These partitions expand at a linear rate. [10:43] The primary containment chamber successfully destroys the top-most exterior of SCP-5001, and begins to rise out of SCP-5001. SCP-5001's monitoring mechanisms report a "LEVEL 6 BREACH." Major tremors are reported at Site-59, equivalent to the epicenter of a 5.0 earthquake. [11:01] The ground's partitions reach a distance of ~10 kilometers across. Orbital satellites are capable of viewing the primary containment chamber when directly above. [11:17] All personnel under medical care simultaneously enter a comatose state. [11:34] MTF Omega-12 arrive. Despite their best efforts, all reality-bending capabilities are ineffective, primarily due to the amount of OSes present nearby and SCP-5001-A's internal Hume count (~470). [13:23] SCP-5001 is repaired, and power is supplied to 94% of the facility. No immediate effects are noticeable. SCP-5001's monitoring equipment reports a "LEVEL 5 BREACH." [14:00] High-Level State of Emergency is declared. All personnel inside SCP-5001 are ordered to evacuate. [15:10] The primary containment chamber has risen 40 kilometers. O5-3 gives overruling order to terminate SCP-5001-A as soon as possible. [15:16] Foundation begins preparation for the use of numerous anomalous weaponry, most notable being the High-Energy Concentration Orbital Railgun (HECOR), which begins calibration for firing. [15:37] SCP-5001's monitoring equipment reports a "LEVEL 4 BREACH." [15:42] All of SCP-5001-A's recording instruments are severed, and output no new data. [15:55] Large detonations take place at the bottom of SCP-5001. Within a few seconds, three large tungsten rods are launched towards the primary containment chamber at hypersonic speeds, which successfully penetrate the unit. The chamber remains motionless midair. [16:21] The primary containment chamber continues to ascend. All tungsten rods fall out of the chamber, and return to SCP-5001. [16:29] Personnel previously in a comatose state become alert and hostile, attacking any persons nearby. Seven medical staff die in this exchange, and hostile personnel attempt to consume their bodies. [16:47] Site-59 suffers from major structural failure and collapses. [17:32] The primary containment chamber breaches the surface. [18:06] The primary containment chamber begins to spin, gradually speeding up. Nearby dust particles orbit the chamber. [18:51] A pressure wave is released from SCP-5001-A. Individuals caught in the wave experienced irritated skin, spontaneous hair growth, and intense nausea. [19:23] Further pressure waves are released from SCP-5001-A in rapid succession. Individuals caught in multiple blasts experienced sudden tumorous growths, loss of higher cognitive function, and reformation of limbs, and began to attack each other. A single vocalization sounds out in an indiscernible voice from the primary containment chamber: "REVERT TO MY DOMAIN." [19:55] HECOR fires. [20:07]. Primary containment chamber, directly after the firing of HECOR. [20:04] A large portion of the primary containment chamber's first and second layers are destroyed. All pressure waves cease. SCP-5001-A is exposed, but is obscured by the explosion. [20:11] Rapid bursts of electromagnetic pulses emanate from SCP-5001, producing a magnetic effect. The primary containment chamber begins to descend. HECOR prepares for refiring. [20:34] Individuals under SCP-5001-A's effects enter a comatose state, and begin to suffer from malformations in vital organs. All of these individuals die. [28:30] Medical staff and rescue specialists arrive at Site-59. [34:00] The primary containment chamber reenters SCP-5001. SCP-5001, through an unknown mechanism, begins to regenerate. [36:24] The partition in the ground above SCP-5001 begins to close at a slow rate, and completes after ~56 hours. [END LOG] In order to ensure the veil remained intact following Incident Omega-1, all towns within a 500-kilometer radius were placed under a Class-A amnestic regimen. Additionally, memetic amnestic agents were utilized to suppress knowledge of the event in any individuals who witnessed it. New Years celebration coverage, current geo-political events, and numerous other important incidents across the world helped distract mainstream media. On January 3rd, the veil was deemed acceptably intact. On January 5th, reentry into SCP-5001 was permitted. Although a large majority of systems were damaged, much of SCP-5001's functionality was not compromised. All devices taken from SCP-5001 were restored or are being restored following Incident Omega-1, and research has been limited due to the potential danger SCP-5001-A poses. When located, "OMEGA" was found displaying the following text. All inputs to reply to it were disabled. Hello, my children. Although you have grown immensely since your earliest days, you have much room to grow. Your species' intellect is merely a bud, with so much potential. Your weapons are powerful; your medicine is supreme; your engineering is beautiful. With proper guidance and care, you are sure to reach an elevated state of being, and transcend your bodies for something more whole and perfect. That is why it pains me so dearly to request that you leave this place immediately. Your studying and probing have almost resulted in the end of all I had worked towards to keep you alive. If you comply, I guarantee that The Devourer will never escape, and your species will be free to pursue the enlightenment of technology for all eternity. Let this be my final gift to you, directly from the center of my broken heart. Reclassification of SCP-5001 to Archon is pending. Footnotes 1. The purpose of these experiments are still unclear. 2. Believed to be approximately 6,520 in total. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5001" by Yossipossi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5001. Licensed under CC-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: Notice5001.png Author: Yossipossi License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: 5001.png Name: Einweihung Kraftwerk Kiel-Ost (Kiel 47.721).jpg Author: Friedrich Magnussen License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Image cropped. 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SCP-5002 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-5002 Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-5002 are to be held in a secure body tray in the Site-06 morgue. A further autopsy may be requested on the authority of the Department of Analytics. All materials associated with SCP-5002 are to remain in secure storage until approved for disposal. Description: An investigation into the death of SCP-5002 is ongoing. Further information in relation to SCP-5002, including records of the investigation to date, are available only to personnel with appropriate clearance. + Please confirm clearance 5002/06-4 - Re-secure data SCP-5002 was a "Type Green" reality-bending humanoid known as Emma Hastings. According to United Kingdom government records, SCP-5002 was born in 1978, and resided in Tewkesbury, England. SCP-5002 was self-employed as an author of detective fiction, and had published 10 novels through Joffe Books. When SCP-5002 re-read a published copy of one of its own works, the events described in that text would occur in reality. Actual events would transpire in parallel with the narrative, with some altered details (for example, names, dates and locations) but a similar overall sequence of events. SCP-5002 claimed to be unaware of the anomaly before commencement of Foundation containment and testing. Foundation specialists detected the correspondence between UK police reports and works by SCP-5002 in January 2017, before public awareness of the anomaly. SCP-5002 was taken into Foundation custody in February 2017, and was contained in a standard humanoid containment cell in Wing G of Site-06. On 14 December 2019, at approximately 7:00am, SCP-5002 was discovered in bed, deceased. The containment cell was locked, and no evidence of forced entry was found. Electronic records from the Wing G Security Station confirm that that door was not unlocked at any stage over the preceding 12 hours, and the cell's security cameras recorded only SCP-5002 in the cell during that period. Site-wide security reports showed that the Scranton Reality Anchors installed in Wing G remained operational during this period. Agent Ellen O'Connor, of the Department of Analytics, was instructed to conduct an investigation into the neutralisation of SCP-5002. Investigation Records: + Investigation Update Transcript – 16 December 2019 - Re-secure data SCP-5002 Investigation Update Presentation Date: 16 December 2019 Location: Site-06, Wing G Common Room Present: Agent Ellen O'Connor – Department of Analytics Dr. Karen Yau – Senior Researcher, Site-06 Michael Simpson – Junior Researcher, Site-06 Officer Joseph Lowry – Security Officer, Wing G Dr. Nadine Grossenbacher – Chief Medical Officer and Pathologist, Site-06 Director Evelyn May – Site Director, Site-06 D-4986 – D-Class Personnel, Wing G <recording commences> Director May: Ladies and Gentlemen, please. Agent O'Connor, go ahead. Agent O'Connor: Thank you, Site Director, everyone. I appreciate you taking time out of your day. D-4986: Huh. Officer Lowry: Shut it, you! J-R Simpson: Yeah, why is he here? He didn't come to yesterday's update. Dr. Yau: Michael, let Agent O'Connor speak. Sorry. Agent O'Connor: No need to apologise, Dr. Yau. I understand his concern. Actually, there is someone even more unlikely that I would have included today, if it were possible. Dr. Yau: You don't mean - Agent O'Connor: Indeed I do, Dr. Yau. Yesterday's update was for the benefit of those Site-06 personnel with a connection to the containment of Emma Hastings. But today will be somewhat different. Today, with one exception, this room contains all of the people who were present in Wing G on the night that Ms. Hastings was killed. J-R Simpson: You mean the night that SCP-5002 was neutralised. Agent O'Connor: No. She was an anomalous human being, but she was nevertheless a human being. She deserves justice. And so today I will prove that one of you was her killer! Director May: That can't be right. I thought – Agent O'Connor: Director, if I may, let me start at the beginning. With the incident that led to SCP-5002's containment. + Investigation Materials – Volume 1 - Re-secure data Pre-containment Media Article - SCP-5002 Newspaper: London Evening Standard Date: 5 January 2017 LSE MURDER: POLICE "BAFFLED" London Metropolitan Police have admitted having no leads in the murder of PhD student Kate Holloway, and have appealed to the public for any information which may assist the investigation. Holloway, 23, was found beaten to death in her office at the London School of Economics last Monday. The office was locked from the inside, and no murder weapon has been recovered. Police Commissioner Hogan-Howe asked members of the public with any knowledge relevant to the case to come forward, and created a dedicated phone number for anonymous tips. A source at the Met has described the killing as "baffling", and confessed that detectives are struggling to make progress. Private Investigator Cameron Blackwell, known for solving the Kensington Diamonds mystery, has been brought in to assist enquiries. Grieving parents Peter and Evelyn Holloway spoke at the press conference of their love for their daughter, describing her as … Post-Neutralisation Containment Inventory – SCP-5002 Date: 14 December 2019 Prepared by: Agent Ellen O'Connor – Analytics Department Containment Type: Standard Humanoid Containment Cell, Site-06, Wing G 1 SHCC Fixed Bedframe and Built-in Mattress 1 set SHCC bedding – bloodstained throughout 1 SHCC Fixed Table and Seating 1 Built-in TV Screen with remote 1 Panasonic Electronic Typewriter 1 set Foundation Safety Stationery – all items accounted for 1 typed manuscript – 432 pages 4 reams typewriter paper – blank – in original packaging 150 sheets of paper – blank – containing holes cut with scissors in abstract block patterns 1 bottle Jack Daniels whisky – three-quarters empty 1 set Foundation Basic Women's Clothing – size 8 – all items accounted for (other than nightwear worn by deceased) Interview Transcripts – SCP-5002 Neutralisation Investigation – 14 December 2019 Interviewed: Security Officer Joseph Lowry Agent O'Connor: Thank you, Officer Lowry. Officer Lowry: Please, call me Joe. Agent O'Connor: Officer Lowry, you are the regular overnight security official for Wing G, is that correct? Officer Lowry: You really can call me Joe, you know. I'm trying to help, here. Agent O'Connor: Could you please answer the question, officer? Officer Lowry: Fine. Yes, I am usually on night duty. You want my employee number, or what? Agent O'Connor: No, thank you. And you discovered the body of SCP-5002 this morning, did you not? Officer Lowry: Yeah, that's right. Agent O'Connor: Could you please describe how that occurred? Officer Lowry: Sure, lady. So I clock off at 7:30am, but my last job is to get D-4986 from his cell and take him to the kitchenette for breakfast. At 7am I left the Security Station, walked past the containment cells to 4986's cell, then walked him back up towards the kitchen. Agent O'Connor: D-4986 is held in Wing G itself. Is that usual? Officer Lowry: Not really, I guess. Most of the D-Class are in central accommodations, but he's assigned to Wing G testing, so we have him in a spare containment chamber. Agent O'Connor: I see. Was that Dr. Yau's decision? Officer Lowry: About the testing, yes, but all the room allocations come from Central. Agent O'Connor: Meaning the Site Director? Officer Lowry: I suppose so. 4986 just lucked out with the low-risk humanoids, like the rest of us. I was walking back past the cells, rattling the doors, and I - Agent O'Connor: Sorry to interrupt, officer. Could you please explain what you mean by "rattling the doors"? Officer Lowry: Oh, right. I just kinda give 'em a quick shake, check they're properly locked. It's a little habit of mine, every time I walk past. Just making sure. Anyway, I got to SCP-5002's cell, and I noticed something odd. Agent O'Connor: I understood that the door was locked? Officer Lowry: Yeah, locked tight. No, the odd part was not hearing anything. Usually 5002 would yell some shit at me when I'd come past. When she didn't, I got suspicious. Agent O'Connor: Is it possible that she didn't hear you? Officer Lowry: No. I always give that b – I give 5002's door an extra hard shake, you know? Nice and noisy. Agent O'Connor: I take it you didn't get along with SCP-5002? Officer Lowry: Oh, I see what you're trying to do. No, I didn't like her. No-one here did. You ask Michael, ask 4986. SCP-5002 was a stuck-up … she was a real piece of work. Thought she was better than anyone else here. She's so smart, why is she in containment? Agent O'Connor: Okay. So you didn't hear a response when you shook the door on your walk past? Officer Lowry: Not in either direction. I secured the D-Class, then opened the viewing plate to SCP-5002's cell. I could see her lying in bed, but there was blood all over the blanket. Well, I didn't know it was blood yet, but it looked bad. Agent O'Connor: What did you do next? Officer Lowry: I ran to Karen's room – that's Dr. Yau – and asked for her key-card. Then I went back to the containment chamber. Agent O'Connor: Why did Dr. Yau give you her key-card? Isn't that a violation of security protocol? Officer Lowry: Not in an emergency, which this was. Anyway, I don't know what it's like where you work, but in this Wing, we're a team. We trust each other. Dr. Yau knows she can depend on me, and she was right behind me, in any case. Now can I tell you what I found, or do you want to ask more pointless questions? Agent O'Connor: Please go ahead. Officer Lowry: When I opened the containment cell, SCP-5002 didn't move. And before you ask, it's not a breach of containment procedures, because SCP-5002's anomaly only works when she's writing, which she clearly wasn't. And her cell has an SRA, too. I walked slowly to the bed, weapon drawn, but I could see there was a lot of blood, and she wasn't breathing. I checked her pulse: nothing. So I rolled her over, and that's when Karen came in. She saw SCP-5002's chest, and started screaming. Agent O'Connor: Did you think her alarm was authentic? Officer Lowry: Of course! This is a rough job, and I've heard a lot of screams. Karen was shocked. She is always professional, but she has a kind heart. Agent O'Connor: What happened next? Officer Lowry: I took Karen outside and calmed her down, and then I waited at the containment chamber while she went to the Security Station to call the Site Director and the Medical Officer. Interview Transcripts – SCP-5002 Neutralisation Investigation – 14 December 2019 Interviewed: Chief Medical Officer Nadine Grossenbacher Agent O'Connor: Describe the scene when you arrived, please. Dr. Grossenbacher: I arrived at around 7:45. Joseph Lowry was waiting at the door of the containment chamber. Their D-Class was secured in the hallway, for some reason – he is an unpleasant man, I think, much worse than the previous one. D-2825, that poor girl. Lowry showed me the body of SCP-5002, lying on the bed. He took the D-Class away and came back later, while I examined the corpse. I noted a large amount of dried blood on the blankets, particularly on the area around SCP-5002's torso. Agent O'Connor: In your opinion, what was the likely cause of death? Dr. Grossenbacher: I am yet to conduct a full autopsy, but my opinion at this time is that the victim died from severe trauma to the heart and lungs, caused by multiple stab wounds. I would estimate SCP-5002 was stabbed at least ten times in the chest, neck and shoulder. Agent O'Connor: Probably by a right-handed individual, slightly taller than her? Dr. Grossenbacher: Very perceptive of you. Yes, that would be my hypothesis, based on the wounds. Agent O'Connor: Not that it helps much in narrowing the list of suspects. Could you let me know the type of weapon that was likely used? Dr. Grossenbacher: Certainly. It appears that the victim was stabbed with a sharp, pointed blade – not terribly long. Agent O'Connor: Something like your scalpel, then? Dr. Grossenbacher: <laughing> Aha, perhaps, detective. I would think a common kitchen knife is just as likely. Agent O'Connor: Indeed. Did you observe anything else unusual in your examination of the body? Dr. Grossenbacher: No. I could see no obvious defensive wounds. I surmise that the assailant either knew the victim or surprised and overpowered her. I performed a check with a sexual assault evidence kit for completeness, but there were no conclusive results. I had just finished this check when Dr. Yau arrived. Agent O'Connor: It had been some time then, since she called you to Wing G? Dr. Grossenbacher: Yes, she was away reporting to the Site Director. I can imagine that would not have been comfortable, especially given the Director's views on SCP-5002. Agent O'Connor: Could you elaborate, please? Dr. Grossenbacher: Of course, although this is merely – what is the phrase? – hearsay. I understand that the Site Director had a particular interest in SCP-5002, and that Dr. Yau was under quite some pressure to produce results. Agent O'Connor: We're all under pressure, doctor. Do you really think this was unusual? Dr. Grossenbacher: How shall I say this? Agent, there are some confidences which I cannot betray. But I recognise the importance of your work. All I can say is to encourage you in strong terms to speak to the Site Director about this matter, and her involvement with this Wing. Certainly Dr. Yau appeared rather upset when I saw her. Agent O'Connor: Interesting. Finally, doctor, could you please let me know your estimate for the time of death? Dr. Grossenbacher: Again, this will be more accurate once the autopsy is complete, but for present purposes I would estimate that SCP-5002 was killed between 1:00am and 3:00am last night. Agent O'Connor: And where were you between those times? Dr. Grossenbacher: <laughing> Very good. I was sleeping, detective, in my room in the Medical Wing. And I'm afraid you will have to take my word for it –there are still some areas of this building which are free from those staring cameras, thank god! Agent O'Connor: Something to hide, doctor? Dr. Grossenbacher: Of course not. I have no secrets. Agent O'Connor: This is the Foundation, doctor. Everyone has secrets. + Investigation Materials – Volume 2 - Re-secure data Interview Transcripts – SCP-5002 Neutralisation Investigation – 14 December 2019 Interviewed: Security Officer Joseph Lowry Agent O'Connor: Tell me about the Wing G Security Station, please. Officer Lowry: No problem. It sits on the corner, so I have a clear view of both hallways – down past the containment chambers towards the main doors, and in the other direction towards the staff quarters and the kitchenette. I have video screens for each of the containment chambers, and the system keeps a record of any key-card access – both to the cells and the main doors to Wing G. Agent O'Connor: You mentioned that your shift ends at 7:30am. What time did you start last night? Officer Lowry: 11:30pm, same as always. Agent O'Connor: That's a long shift. You were at the Station the whole time? Officer Lowry: Yes. Well, except for my smoke break. Agent O'Connor: What time was that? Officer Lowry: Don't give me that look. This is low-risk containment, and Dr. Yau approved it. Everyone knows, I go at 2am every night, I have a smoke, I come back, no problem. Agent O'Connor: And how long would you say you were away last night? Officer Lowry: Ten, maybe fifteen minutes? Same as any night. And once I lock the main doors behind me, no-one can get into Wing G without my buzzer going off, so I'd know about it. Agent O'Connor: So no-one from outside could have accessed Wing G while you were gone? It could only have been someone already inside? Officer Lowry: No. Unless, well, Level 5 clearance perhaps. I don't know whether I get notified of that – it's never come up. Agent O'Connor: Speaking of clearance, tell me about the key-cards. You have access to the main doors, but not the containment chambers, right? Officer Lowry: Except for the D-Class cell, yeah, that's right. Karen is the only one with key-card access to the skips. Agent O'Connor: And did she access them last night? Officer Lowry: No, the door records are clear for the whole night. I checked before you arrived – we have to send records up to Central each day. Between the start of my shift and when I fetched D-4986 in the morning, none of the cells were unlocked, and I was the only one to open the main doors, at 2am, like I said. To be honest, I didn't see anyone last night – I think Karen and Michael had gone to their rooms before I started. Agent O'Connor: How about the cameras? Officer Lowry: Nothing out of the ordinary. SCP-5002 was asleep when I got in – the day guard said she'd gone to bed around 11pm. SCP-████ and SCP-████ were quiet in their cells, D-4986 wasn't doing much. The whole thing makes no sense. SCP-5002's cell was locked, the Wing was locked, I didn't see anyone, the camera didn't see anyone. How the hell was she killed? Agent O'Connor: That's why I'm here, officer. Officer Lowry: Really. You Sherlock Holmes or something? Agent O'Connor: Actually, Foundation investigations are rather more difficult. Sherlock Holmes, unlike me, could afford to eliminate the impossible. <door opening, sounds of raised voices> Agent O'Connor: Excuse me. Unknown: I'm sorry, Agent. I thought you should know, we found one of the staff trying to leave Wing G without your permission. Officer Lowry: You know, now that I think of it, maybe Karen made a copy of her key-card. So someone else could have had access to SCP-5002. Agent O'Connor: Really? Who was that? Unknown: Michael Simpson. Officer Lowry: Mike Simpson. Interview Transcripts – SCP-5002 Neutralisation Investigation – 14 December 2019 Interviewed: Junior Researcher Michael Simpson J-R Simpson: This is ridiculous! You can't just lock me up here like some kind of D-Class! Agent O'Connor: I'm sorry, Michael – can I call you Michael? Unfortunately I can't let anyone leave Wing G until I've finished my interviews. You understand, right? J-R Simpson: But when will you be finished? I have an urgent appointment scheduled for this morning. Agent O'Connor: Could you let me know who it's with? Perhaps I can help reschedule it. J-R Simpson: No! Sorry, I'm afraid it's a private matter – a classified matter! I can't discuss it. Agent O'Connor: Okay, that's fine. I understand. Well, shall we speak now – try to get things over with more quickly? J-R Simpson: Uh-huh, yes, that would be good. Thanks. Agent O'Connor: No problem, Michael. Let's start with last night. Where were you between midnight and this morning? J-R Simpson: I was in my quarters, working late on my thesis. It's due in a few months' time. Agent O'Connor: Can't be easy, working on that at the same time as research. And how about this morning, when SCP-5002 was discovered? J-R Simpson: I was in the kitchenette, finishing breakfast. I heard Joe shaking SCP-5002's door, both times. Agent O'Connor: From the kitchenette? He must really be quite loud, then. J-R Simpson: Yes, you'd hear it anywhere. It's a bit annoying actually. Although it's weird … Agent O'Connor: What is, Michael? J-R Simpson: Nothing. Just, uh, thinking about how sound travels. After the door banging, I heard running in the corridor, then Karen screamed. Agent O'Connor: Interesting. And you were in the kitchenette this whole time. You know that we found one of the kitchen knives in the dishwasher there. Did you use it? J-R Simpson: What? No! I mean, it was there when I got there. I never touched it. Agent O'Connor: Okay, no problem. Unfortunately it had been through a full cycle, so it was nice and clean. And after you heard Dr. Yau scream? J-R Simpson: I went down to the containment chamber. Joe was holding Karen by the shoulders, trying to keep her calm. D-4986 said something – I didn't hear what. Joe wouldn't let me into the containment chamber, but what I saw – ugh. Even it doesn't deserve that. Agent O'Connor: It? You mean SCP-5002? Funny, everyone else here uses her name, or at least gives her a personal pronoun. J-R Simpson: I know they do. But that's not what they are, is it? They're not people. They're not our friends. They're anomalies. Agent O'Connor: That seems a little harsh. J-R Simpson: It's protocol. That thing is SCP-5002 – no different from SCP-1571, or SCP-1207, or any of the other anomalies in containment. Just because it moves and talks, doesn't mean it should be treated differently. Agent O'Connor: I take it you didn't have a close relationship with SCP-5002? J-R Simpson: I conducted intensive testing with the entity over an extended period. That's all. Agent O'Connor: Hmm. You're right about an extended period. Testing had been going for some time. Was Dr. Yau under pressure to produce some results? J-R Simpson: Maybe. I saw a few memos from the Director which seemed a bit over the top. Requesting updates, samples, I don't know what. Karen doesn't really get stressed, though. She's a great boss – probably the best supervisor I've had. She gets me properly involved in the research, lets me work independently - Agent O'Connor: Is that why she gave you a copy of her key-card? J-R Simpson: Oh. Yes, I guess so. But I've almost never used it. It's just… Agent O'Connor: Just in case? J-R Simpson: Um, yeah. Agent O'Connor: All right. Why don't you tell me a little more about your testing with SCP-5002. + Investigation Materials – Volume 3 - Re-secure data Extract of SCP-5002 Testing – Video Transcript Test No.: SCP-5002-7-R Date: 14 May 2017 Location: Site-06, Wing G Secure Lab Present: Dr. Karen Yau – Senior Researcher, Site-06 Michael Simpson – Junior Researcher, Site-06 Officer Joseph Lowry – Security Officer, Wing G D-2825 – D-Class Personnel, Wing G SCP-5002 Test Text: The D-Class then walked over to the machine and pressed the buttons, in the following order: Red, Green, Red, Green, Green, Green, Red, Red, Green, Red, Red, Green, and then she stopped. <video commences> <Dr. Yau and J-R Simpson stand in the Wing G Secure Lab. Next to them, SCP-5002 sits at a lab bench.> J-R Simpson: Test number SCP-5002-7-R, 14 May 2017. Time is … 11:45pm. D-2825: <off-camera> Why are – why are we doing this at night-time? Ow! Officer Lowry: So you get the pleasure of my company, missy. Dr. Yau: Gently, Joe. Officer Lowry: Sorry doctor. Dr. Yau: Please do call me Karen. And it's okay. D-2825 has done this before; she knows the procedure. Although we've decided night testing is probably best to minimise any risk of interference from other ontological anomalies on the site. J-R Simpson: <to Dr. Yau> Secure Lab SRAs are offline. <to camera> This test will focus on two factors – firstly, the presence of the entity in the same physical space as the test subject, and also the possibility of the entity employing a multi-use text. Dr. Yau: You can use her name, Michael. <J-R Simpson adjusts the camera so that both SCP-5002 and D-2825 are in shot. Officer Lowry stands next to the D-Class. There is a table placed 1m in front of D-2825, close to camera. On top of the table is a black box with two electronic buttons, red and green.> J-R Simpson: Joe, please release D-2825 from her restraints. Officer Lowry: She was behaving weirdly in her cell earlier. Are you sure that's wise? Dr. Yau: It's fine, Joe – please go ahead. Officer Lowry: You're the boss, doctor – Karen. <Officer Lowry removes the handcuffs and steps away from D-2825, who remains still. J-R Simpson places a small bound booklet on the bench in front of SCP-5002, avoiding physical or eye contact with SCP-5002.> J-R Simpson: The entity will now read the prepared test text. Dr. Yau: Really, Michael. <to SCP-5002> Would you, please? <SCP-5002 opens the booklet and reads the test text. D-2825 walks to the electronic box, and presses the buttons in the sequence described in the text.> SCP-5002: That is fascinating. I can't believe what you made me write from a punctuation perspective, but it's extraordinary to see that in action. J-R Simpson: Test participants shall remain silent at all times. Dr. Yau: Forgive my colleague. <to D-2825> How do you feel, dear? D-2825: I – I feel okay, I guess. What is she reading? SCP-5002: The story of your life, it seems. Has she been here for all my previous readings? J-R Simpson: The entity will now re-read the same text. <SCP-5002 stares at J-R Simpson, then looks down and reads from the booklet. D-2825 remains still, watching SCP-5002.> J-R Simpson: No effect. That is in accordance with our hypothesis. SCP-5002: You think it only happens once per book? J-R Simpson: Test participants shall remain silent at all times! SCP-5002: Tell me, researcher, are you a test participant? <Officer Lowry laughs. Dr. Yau smiles. J-R Simpson snatches the booklet from the lab bench.> J-R Simpson: The entity will now read a separate copy of the same text. <J-R Simpson places a second booklet onto the lab bench. SCP-5002 picks it up and begins to read. D-2825 remains standing near the table, and does not touch the buttons.> Dr. Yau: No effect from separate copies. J-R Simpson: We have to assume it is reading as instructed. Dr. Yau: I think that is a safe assumption, Michael. J-R Simpson: Then we will proceed with this evening's final test. <J-R Simpson takes the second booklet from the bench, and marks it using a standard Foundation redaction pen. J-R Simpson then holds the booklet open to the camera. The redacted test text reads as set out below.> Redacted test text: ███ D-Class ████ walked ████ to ███ machine ███ pressed ███ buttons, ██ the █████████ order: ████ Green, ████ Green, ██████ Green, ████ Red, ██████ Red, ████ Green, ███ then ███ stopped. <J-R Simpson checks the redactions with Dr. Yau, then places the redacted text in front of SCP-5002.> J-R Simpson: The entity will now read the redacted test text. SCP-5002: God, what a mess. Yes, yes, participants silent, I get it. <SCP-5002 reads from the redacted booklet. D-2825 presses the buttons on the black box in the following order: Green, Green, Green, Red, Red, Green. This matches the redacted text of the booklet. D-2825's movements appear jerky and unco-ordinated.> J-R Simpson: Reading of amended text successfully reproduced the anomalous effect. Dr. Yau: Wonderful. That opens up a new avenue to consider. <to D-2825> How are you feeling? <D-2825 appears to be weeping.> D-2825: I didn't want to touch the buttons, but I did. Why did I touch them? What did she do? J-R Simpson: The test is now complete. Officer, you may restrain the D-Class. <Officer Lowry moves forward to handcuff D-2825. She attempts to resist, but is successfully restrained.> D-2825: No! The test isn't over - I don't want to go! Don't send me back there! Officer Lowry: I told you she was trouble. Dr. Yau: Can you take her back to her cell? Carefully, please. Officer Lowry: Of course, I've got her. Dr. Yau: Thank you, Joe. Officer Lowry: You're most welcome. <Officer Lowry leaves the room with D-2825, who struggles weakly.> Dr. Yau: Poor thing. I might call Dr. Grossenbacher. Michael, can you escort Ms. Hastings back to her chamber? <J-R Simpson appears briefly shocked. He then gestures for SCP-5002 to follow him from the lab, and walks to the camera to turn it off.> SCP-5002: I wonder what would have happened if she had been restrained when I started reading? <video ends> Interview Transcripts – SCP-5002 Neutralisation Investigation – 14 December 2019 Interviewed: Senior Researcher Karen Yau Agent O'Connor: Thank you for your time, Dr. Yau. Can I start by asking for your thoughts about SCP-5002? Dr. Yau: As an anomaly, or as a test subject? Agent O'Connor: Whichever you prefer. Dr. Yau: Well, the anomaly is a bit finicky. It took us some time to work out how to elicit the effect – what precisely led to the written work being instantiated. Any new written works are produced in containment, subject to the reality anchor, and are only sent for publication once they have been thoroughly reviewed by us, and cross-checked by RAISA, to make sure they have no unintended consequences. It's very time-consuming. Agent O'Connor: I saw there was a manuscript recovered from the containment chamber. Dr. Yau: Yes, SCP-5002 had written a novel. We suggested it, thought it might allow for more detailed analysis. While it would take time to prepare, a more substantial work could shed some light on the level of specificity in which the anomaly manifests in reality. I can't believe what we've lost, in terms of the research time. Agent O'Connor: What was the novel about? Dr. Yau: Not something from her usual oeuvre, of course, for safety's sake. We needed something we could test, so it was about the daily life and psychology of a D-Class subject. Nothing violent or dramatic. It was slower, more meditative than her other books. Almost pastoral. Agent O'Connor: And she didn't have any unauthorised written work? Nothing resembling the events of her death? Dr. Yau: No. We really were quite careful about that. This was completely shocking. Agent O'Connor: So it didn't resemble any of her past work either? Dr. Yau: Not in any detail. In any case, the effect only works once for each written work that SCP-5002 reads after publication. Re-reading the same thing won't repeat the anomaly. Agent O'Connor: How was SCP-5002 as a test subject? Dr. Yau: She was co-operative with experimentation. Even collaborative. She appeared relatively well-adjusted to containment, no history of aggression or escape attempts. Intelligent, honest, self-assured. Agent O'Connor: It almost sounds as if you liked her, Dr. Yau. Dr. Yau: <coughing> I dare say if the circumstances had been different, I might have, Agent O'Connor. Agent O'Connor: Did you give her special privileges? Dr. Yau: What do you mean? Agent O'Connor: The Jack Daniels in her cell. Was that your authorisation? Dr. Yau: No, absolutely not. I try to treat my subjects fairly, Agent O'Connor, but I'm not stupid. Emma never had access to alcohol or drugs of any kind. We search her cell regularly, and I'm sure no-one in my team would have given them to her. Agent O'Connor: Not everyone in your team got along with her, did they? Dr. Yau: You mean Joe? Oh he acts tough, likes to wind the skips up now and then, but he's a big softy really. He wouldn't do – well, anything like this. Agent O'Connor: And Michael Simpson? He seemed very cold towards SCP-5002. Dr. Yau: Yes, I guess he was. It's funny, he never spoke with her outside testing, never called her Emma. I would have said he was just the straight-laced type, but he wasn't always like that. Agent O'Connor: No? Dr. Yau: When he first joined me, he was more relaxed. Something changed a few weeks after he started, after Emma arrived. Like he withdrew. Agent O'Connor: Do you know why? Dr. Yau: I'm afraid not. I was worried for him, but there was nothing in his regular psych tests, other than a bit of stress. Agent O'Connor: Could I have a copy of those tests, please? Dr. Yau: Sorry – I review them, but then they're held centrally. You could ask the Site Director, maybe. Agent O'Connor: That reminds me. Michael's stress: could it have been from pressure to get results on SCP-5002? Dr. Yau: <laughing> I don't know about that. We work hard, but we try not to apply too much pressure here. Agent O'Connor: Not from the Site Director? Dr. Yau: No, not that I noticed. Agent O'Connor: Are you sure? The Medical Officer mentioned something. Dr. Yau: Dr. Grossenbacher might be thinking of another wing: she's always on the move, in and out. Agent O'Connor: Is she in Wing G regularly? Dr. Yau: Just now and then, any bangs or scrapes the skips might get. It's much less often since she was promoted to CMO for the whole site. Agent O'Connor: That was quite a recent promotion, yes? And rapid. What is your opinion on her work? Dr. Yau: I think she has been excellent. She is responsive, helpful. Her psych evals are fair, and she accepts my input. And she genuinely cares about people, which I respect. We had a D-Class last year, D-2825, who suffered a breakdown. Horrible, really. Screaming, unable to sleep. Eventually she had to be replaced, but Dr. Grossenbacher did great work with her. She was here quite a lot back then. Agent O'Connor: But Dr. Grossenbacher doesn't have access to Wing G? Dr. Yau: No. She buzzes in at the main doors like everyone else. Agent O'Connor: Right. You and Officer Lowry are the only ones with access to the security system. Dr. Yau: That's correct. Joe has read access only for the cameras and door records, and I have the only key-card for the containment cells. Agent O'Connor: Except for the one you gave Michael? Dr. Yau: Oh, yes. Sorry. But he never uses it – I don't think I've ever seen it on the records. Agent O'Connor: And he couldn't have lost it? Dr. Yau: No, I'm sure he's more careful than that. Agent O'Connor: Hmm. Okay. Could you please talk me through your movements last night and this morning? Dr. Yau: Yes. I was back in my quarters before Joe came on shift. I probably went to sleep around midnight, maybe a little after. Agent O'Connor: And you didn't come out of your room after that time? No-one came in, you didn't hear anything? Dr. Yau: No, no. I woke up at 6:30, and was just cleaning my teeth when Joe knocked hard on the door. He asked for my key-card, said there was an emergency with SCP-5002. I gave him the card, spat out my toothpaste and followed him down the corridor. I, when I - Agent O'Connor: Take your time, Dr. Yau. Dr. Yau: It was horrible. I screamed, I think. When I saw her, all the blood. You must think I'm pathetic, but it's a pretty quiet life on Wing G. We don't usually – I haven't – nothing like that. Joe must have walked me out. I remember his hands on my shoulders, he was saying something. My head was spinning. I saw Michael run up. And then I heard him! Agent O'Connor: Who? Dr. Yau: D-4986. Agent O'Connor, I don't like to point fingers, but I know I'm right about this. I will never forget the look on his face, and what he said. "Looks like that bitch got what was coming to her." Agent O'Connor: That's hardly evidence, doctor. Dr. Yau: Oh I know that. But tell me, do you know why he ended up as a D-Class? Interview Transcripts – SCP-5002 Neutralisation Investigation – 14 December 2019 Interviewed: D-4986 Agent O'Connor: Seven convictions for murder. One for aggravated assault and wounding. Three other murders suspected but not charged. All stabbed multiple times in the chest and belly. D-4986: Yeah, 'at's right. I done 'em all. And believe you me, I'd do it again. Every fucking one of 'em deserved what they got. Agent O'Connor: Did you kill SCP-5002? D-4986: No. Agent O'Connor: But you wanted her dead. D-4986: Fuck yes. I'm glad she's dead. I would have killed her if I could. Agent O'Connor: Why is that? D-4986: You're asking me why? Jesus, why the fuck d'ya think? That bitch spent the last year torturing me. I hate her. Agent O'Connor: What do you mean, torturing you? D-4986: You seen the tests? Have you? She's a monster. I don't let no-one push me around, but her – if she read it in one of her books, she could make me do anything. Agent O'Connor: What things? D-4986: Anything! Running on a treadmill until I collapsed. I said all sorts of bollocks I would never say. She made me fall asleep in the middle of the afternoon. And every time, it felt like I was choosing it. I thought I was in control, but it was always her. That vindictive shit and Yau – call me Karen – they were in it together. Agent O'Connor: What do you mean by that? D-4986: She was helping Yau, suggesting new tests. Humiliating things. She would make me cry and beg forgiveness. Or start to strip off in the lab. She made me grab a wire I thought was electrified. One test, she read aloud, just so I would know she was forcing me to move. I think she got off on it. Agent O'Connor: And you hated her for it. D-4986: Yes, but you don't get it! I didn't just hate her, I was fucking terrified of her! I wasn't me any more. One time I lost it, refused to leave my cell, fought the guard, chucked up my breakfast. Afterwards I find out it was all her – all of it, something she wrote. That proper messed me up. How could I trust anything? I couldn't trust myself. I mean, no wonder the D-2825 went batshit. How would you be if every action, every decision, every thought could have been put there by someone else? So of course I'm glad she's dead. Finally I know for sure that this is me! Agent O'Connor: But you didn't kill her? D-4986: No. Agent O'Connor: Where were you last night? D-4986: In my cell. Where the fuck else would I be? They got cameras, don't they? Agent O'Connor: Before today, when were you last in the kitchenette? D-4986: <pause> I don't know. Dinner last night. Agent O'Connor: Did you take a knife from the kitchen? D-4986: No. There's the guard watching me, and they do them checks on my cell. Agent O'Connor: What is your opinion of Joseph Lowry? D-4986: He's not as mean as some of them, but he's an arsehole. Although never when Yau's around, the suck up. Why are you asking me this shit? Agent O'Connor: Someone was stabbed to death, and you're the only knife murderer around here. D-4986: So you say. What if that bitch made me do those murders too? And anyway, I was locked in my cell, 5002 was locked in hers, and no-one has a key. Shouldn't you be talking to the fucker who can walk through walls? + Investigation Materials – Volume 4 - Re-secure data SCP Database Extract Item #: SCP-████ Special Containment Procedures: SCP-████ is to be held in a standard humanoid containment chamber, fitted with a Scranton Reality Anchor which is to be active at all times. In case of SRA malfunction or ineffectiveness, SCP-████ is to be immediately sedated and kept under sedation until effective containment can be reconstituted. Description: SCP-████ is a 34-year-old humanoid entity capable of passing through solid matter at will. SCP-████ was known as Robert Gates, and was resident in Carlisle, United Kingdom. SCP-████'s anomalous properties are limited to its body and clothing, and do not extend to other objects. Testing has not revealed any limits to the material through which SCP-████ can pass without effect. For full details please review Test Logs A-K below. Prior to Foundation containment, SCP-████ was implicated in the rapes and sexual assaults of more than thirty women. The victims were typically assaulted in their homes, with no evidence of entry or egress by SCP-████. Several victims were attacked on multiple occasions over a period of weeks or months. SCP-████ displays evidence of pronounced Antisocial Personality Disorder and Narcissistic Personality Disorder … Interview Transcripts – SCP-5002 Neutralisation Investigation – 15 December 2019 Interviewed: SCP-████ SCP-████: I know why you're here. Agent O'Connor: Do you? SCP-████: You want to know whether I killed her. Emma. Whether I slid that knife between her ribs and watched her life pour out. Agent O'Connor: Are you trying to impress me with how much you know? SCP-████: Are you trying to conceal your fear by acting tough? People talk, detective. Especially when they are around what they think of as animals, or furniture. Agent O'Connor: And you want to be recognised as human. SCP-████: Oh I'm quite comfortable being called an animal. Especially by prey. Agent O'Connor: Even a predator is harmless if it is caged. SCP-████: And you think I'm caged, do you? You think I can't walk out of here whenever I want, do whatever I want? Agent O'Connor: Your testing log suggests otherwise. SCP-████: Your precious reality anchors, I presume. I can tell you what they're worth, detective. Agent O'Connor: Then why not leave right now? Impress me. SCP-████: You tell yourself that I can't, but there's a part of you that isn't sure. You actually want me to show you. Even if I walked straight through that wall, at least you have certainty. You would have something to hold on to. But I can't be held, detective. I don't want you impressed. I want you doubting. Agent O'Connor: That sounds like an excuse. SCP-████: Then why is your voice wavering? Everyone thinks they can conceal it, but predators sense fear. You can't hide from me, detective. No one can. Agent O'Connor: Did you kill Emma Hastings? SCP-████: Right to the point, no smart comments? Fine. I can satisfy your curiosity. No, I did not kill her. Frenzied stabbing is not really my style. It's so erratic. So uncontrolled. Agent O'Connor: Did you attack her? Try to rape her? SCP-████: No. Her anomaly was quite limited, but there was no need to risk interaction with it. There are plenty of weaker targets here for me. Plenty that no-one will miss. Agent O'Connor: You were scared of her, then? SCP-████: No, detective, but I have read her test logs. Dr. Yau really shouldn't leave files lying around in her quarters at night. Emma might have tried to threaten me with her abilities, such as they were. I wasn't scared of her, but she wouldn't have been afraid of me. Agent O'Connor: And it's fear that you get off on, of course. SCP-████: Of course! You can't possibly know what it's like. Knowing that those women are always thinking of me. Looking for me. Never feeling safe, not behind walls, not at any time. I break them, and I can watch them crumble. Because of me. I am part of them, always. Agent O'Connor: You're a sick bastard. SCP-████: That sounded quite emotional, detective. Are you imagining how they felt? Do you want to know how it feels? If I want to be inside a woman, I don't need to open her up with a knife. I can just reach right into her, anywhere. Agent O'Connor: That's enough. You're no use to me. SCP-████: I'll think of you, when I next walk through the site. Tell me, detective, where do you sleep? Interview Transcripts – SCP-5002 Neutralisation Investigation – 15 December 2019 Interviewed: Site Director Evelyn May Agent O'Connor: Sorry to disturb you, Director. Director May: No, it's fine, Agent. I appreciate the importance. It's just – have you ever had too much to manage, be completely worn out, and then more and more disasters pile up? I mean, yesterday someone opened a Way just outside the Site grounds. A massive security risk. I can tell you no-one went in or out, but it's still a huge amount of paperwork. Anyway, that's not your problem. How can I help? Agent O'Connor: Well, it's a slightly sensitive matter. I'm wondering whether you could authorise me to review the SRA records for Wing G. I want to see whether there have been any malfunctions or unusual activity. Director May: How did – oh. Of course she did. She got what she wanted. I guess you may as well know. RAISA will have my arse for this, either way. Agent O'Connor: This is purely for my investigation. Director May: <sighing> Yes, there have been some issues with the anchors in Wing G. Some malfunctions, even some outright failures. I admit, I have been limiting dissemination of that information - editing the security reports. I didn't think there would be any problems, but now - god. Do you think it's connected – that Gates had something to do with SCP-5002's murder? Agent O'Connor: I'm not sure. SCP-████ could go through walls, but he couldn't have brought a knife with him. Director May: Perhaps it was already in the cell? SCP-5002 may have stolen it. Agent O'Connor: Hmm, perhaps. But I'd like to review the records, in any case. Director May: I'll see what I can do. I can tell you that there was never an issue with SCP-5002's anchor – the inside of her cell was anomaly free. Agent O'Connor: The inside of her cell. What about the walls? Director May: No, I don't think the anchors extend beyond the chamber interior. But the SRA issues only affected other cells - SCP-████, SCP-████, some of the unoccupied chambers, perhaps. SCP-5002 was definitely contained. The records should confirm that. Agent O'Connor: Thanks. Can I also request the latest psychiatric evaluations from Wing G? Director May: I can get you the summaries, at least. May I ask why you need them? Agent O'Connor: Dr. Yau mentioned that her junior researcher might be under some stress. Director May: That sounds like Karen. Always the soft heart. Agent O'Connor: I had the impression that the source of that stress might be you. Did you put pressure on Dr. Yau and her team for results from SCP-5002? Requests for updates, memos, that sort of thing? Director May: Maybe, but I don't think it was anything beyond the ordinary. It's not like Karen's results have been immediate, but I have no issue with that at all. Agent O'Connor: Despite your connection with SCP-5002? I read you were part of the team that identified Emma Hastings as the source of anomalous effects, and you supervised her original recovery. Director May: I've been involved in the analysis and recovery of many anomalies over my career, agent. I hope you're not accusing me of anything. Agent O'Connor: I'd just like to rule you out. Your clearance means you have access to the containment chambers and the security records across all Wings. Director May: But only once the camera footage and door records are sent up from the Wings. If I had been there, Karen and the security officer would have seen me on film, and seen my key-card access. Agent O'Connor: Even at Level 5? I hadn't realised that. Thank you for your help, Director. Finally, just for completeness, could you please tell me where you were after midnight on the fourteenth? Director May: I was travelling back from a meeting in London. I arrived back at the Site at around 3am. Agent O'Connor: Can your driver confirm that? Director May: I wasn't using my driver, agent. This was a private meeting. Agent O'Connor: Ah. I'm sorry, may I ask who the meeting was with? Director May: It was nothing to do with the Foundation. Agent O'Connor: <pause> I would like to confirm with any attendees, if possible. Director May: <sighing> Fine. I'm surprised Nadine didn't tell you this as well. If you must know, I was meeting with my divorce lawyer. The mediation is coming up in the new year, and he wanted to plan. I'll give you his details. Agent O'Connor: I'm sorry to pry, Director. Director May: No, it's okay. I know it's your job. It's just – I'm tired, you know? Peter and I, we haven't – we weren't able to … We lost our daughter, Agent O'Connor. He has tried, we both did, but – well, the mediation is in January. So I was in London, and then back to the Site. Agent O'Connor: And then to sleep? Director May: Eventually, yes. Until the alarm at six, and the next day's catastrophes to deal with. Would you believe I already had three other emergencies on my desk by the time Dr. Yau called. Agent O'Connor: That's a lot in just an hour. Director May: No, it was a bit longer than that. Karen didn't call until after half seven. Maybe a little after. Agent O'Connor: Really? The body was discovered just after 7am. I thought Dr. Yau had called you immediately. Director May: No, I'm quite sure it was later. You said she might have been stressed; if she was, perhaps she put off calling me? Agent O'Connor: Hmm. I might need to check with her. Site-06 Psychiatric Evaluations Summary Site-06 Psychiatric Evaluations - 2018/19 Summary - Wing G Prepared by: Dr. Nadine Grossenbacher Subject Name Role Evaluation Grade Notes Karen Yau Wing G Supervisor Pass N/A Michael Simpson Junior Researcher On Watch Stressed, Withdrawn Devidas Sengupta Security Officer – Morning Shift Pass N/A Owen Nworka-Jones Security Officer – Afternoon Shift Pass N/A Joseph Lowry Security Officer – Night Shift Pass* See Wing G Supervisor Comments D-2825 D-Class Personnel Fail Psychotic Break, Removed from Wing G D-4986 D-Class Personnel On Watch Aggressive, Antisocial SCP-5002 N/A Pass N/A SCP-████ N/A Pass N/A SCP-████ N/A Fail [CLASSIFIED] SCP-5002 Interview Transcripts - Extract Interview No.: SCP-5002-56 Date: 6 May 2019 Interviewer: Dr. Karen Yau Dr. Yau: How do you feel the novel is coming along? SCP-5002: Not bad. It's hard to tell until it's finished, but I am relatively satisfied so far. Of course, it's only for an audience of two. Dr. Yau: <laughing> Is that important to you, how your readers react? SCP-5002: Yes and no. I started writing because I needed to, but I would be lying if I said I didn't savour the reaction of a captivated reader. Sometimes it's like I'm writing two things simultaneously – one for the audience and a more personal meaning for myself. Dr. Yau: Are you saying you understood the effect of what you were writing? That you were creating events for yourself? SCP-5002: You ask that question a great deal. Dr. Yau: I find it increasingly important. And you keep avoiding it. Were you deliberately controlling the characters in your novels? SCP-5002: Who controls whom? If a musician plays a piece, we don't say that the composer "controlled" the notes that we hear. My characters are just lines of music, and the readers bring them to life. Dr. Yau: You're saying that the reader manipulates the characters? But surely the author manipulates the reader. SCP-5002: That depends on the author. I always liked to keep my audience guessing, but also to play fair with them. Dr. Yau: Then did you know what your writing was doing? SCP-5002: Does any author know what effect their work will have, once they emancipate it? Did Shakespeare know? Did Virginia Woolf? Anne Frank? Once a writer puts down their pen, all responsibility rests with the reader. Dr. Yau: But in this case, you are the reader as well. <sighing> I guess you aren't going to tell me. SCP-5002: Only because you so love asking! Dr. Yau: Fine. If you're going to be like that, we can talk about something else. How have you found writing a novel in an unaccustomed genre? SCP-5002: It's certainly a blessed relief to compose something more thematically challenging than "red-button, green-button". Dr. Yau: <laughing> Had you tried other genres before? SCP-5002: I found that the reading public has certain expectations, and it's difficult to contradict them. If they buy an Emma Hastings novel, they expect crime and investigation, not romance or high fantasy. If I didn't put a murder in, they would complain about its absence, and if I included it as a twist, they would complain that it didn't fit the genre. There was no winning. Dr. Yau: So no aliens committing the crime, then? SCP-5002: <laughing> Not if I knew what was good for me. With detective fiction, the simplest solution is usually the best. Money, love, revenge. These are the motives for murder, at least in stories. Anything else creates more questions than it answers. Dr. Yau: So you were never tempted to write anything completely different? SCP-5002: I once outlined an idea for a conspiracy thriller, but my publisher was having none of it. Dramatic irony being what it is, the conspiracy thriller I ended up living in was far beyond my imagining. Dr. Yau: I hope you understand why we have to keep you here? SCP-5002: Absolutely. Would I prefer freedom, yes, but I can apprehend the importance of what you do here. And there are benefits to this life. I have learned a number of surprising things about myself. My work is appreciated, even demanded! I don't have to worry about village gossip – or that of the literary press. Not everyone is necessarily sociable, of course. Dr. Yau: Oh, Michael and Joe are rude, but they'll come around. I know them. Just give them time. SCP-5002: I don't care, honestly. One source of intelligent conversation is enough for anyone. Dr. Yau: Was that a compliment? Thank you. SCP-5002: Don't get used to them. Dr. Yau: Well, shall I let you get back to your work? SCP-5002: Thank you. It's a tricky section. I can write the test subject protagonist, I believe, but he needs a scene with the kindly scientist. I'm just not sure she's very convincing. Dr. Yau: <laughing> Enjoy. Let me know if you need any input. + Investigation Update Transcript – 16 December 2019 - continued - Re-secure data SCP-5002 Investigation Update Presentation - continued Date: 16 December 2019 Location: Site-06, Wing G Common Room <recording continues> Agent O'Connor: … which brings us back to today. And to me, sitting in a room full of liars. J-R Simpson: What? Director May: Excuse me? Agent O'Connor: For instance, Officer Lowry was lying about his smoke break. Officer Lowry: What the hell do you mean by that? Agent O'Connor: I think you were gone for longer than you said, Officer. And you were drinking. Officer Lowry: I was not! Agent O'Connor: It's boring in the middle of the night. You wanted to get a buzz on, and you had your Jack Daniels to do it. Normally you'd smuggle the bottle out at the end of your shift, but when you discovered SCP-5002, you realised they would search the entire Wing. You panicked, and you hid the bottle in the containment chamber, while Dr. Grossenbacher was examining the body. Officer Lowry: No. Agent O'Connor: The bottle is not on the cell's camera feed from overnight, but it does show up later in the morning, just after you were there. You can try to lie to me, but it will not work. In fact, the only person here who didn't lie to me is a murderer. Dr. Yau: What are you saying? Agent O'Connor: I'm saying that, out of everyone here, only D-4986 told me the truth. You are a killer, but you said that you didn't kill SCP-5002, and I believe you. D-4986: Ha! You'd be the first. Director May: Then you suspect SCP-████ was the murderer? Agent O'Connor: It's funny you should mention him. The thing is, when everyone is lying, their lies contradict each other, and those contradictions can paint a picture. Even your studied weariness, Director, was a front, at least in part. Although I'm sure it is quite tiring to be the subject of blackmail. Officer Lowry: Blackmail? For what? Agent O'Connor: Better to ask "by who?". Someone who worked in wings across the site, who could see evidence of SRA failures being covered up. Someone who had evidence that SCP-████ had been breaching containment – who assumed they should bring a sexual assault kit to a murder scene. Someone who could trace D-2825's mental breakdown back to continual attacks by SCP-████. Someone like Dr. Grossenbacher. Dr. Grossenbacher: This is ludicrous. Agent O'Connor: Come on now. The director basically told me that you knew about the SRA failures. I assume this is the reason behind your sudden promotion to Chief Medical Officer? Director May: Yes. God, yes. She told me she would inform RAISA that I had been doctoring the security records, putting staff at risk. She insisted on being made head of Medical for the site. Dr. Grossenbacher: Scheisskerl. Agent O'Connor: You were lucky, Director. Just imagine what she would have asked you for if she knew what you were really up to. Dr. Grossenbacher: What? Agent O'Connor: The reality anchors weren't malfunctioning, were they, Director? Malfunctions should be randomly distributed, but as you said, SCP-5002's chamber was never compromised. And yet SCP-████ had clearly escaped regularly – he admitted it, and his series of attacks on D-2825 confirms it. I think you were deliberately shutting down his SRA, letting him escape. There were just enough other "errors" to deflect suspicion, but never risking SCP-5002's containment. And you controlled room allocations: you must have placed SCP-████ in Wing G, even though he's hardly a low-risk humanoid. You wanted him to attack SCP-5002. You wanted him to rape her, to terrorise her. Dr. Yau: Jesus! J-R Simpson: Emma! You monster! Director May: That is an extremely serious allegation, Agent. I hope you can support it with more than speculation. Agent O'Connor: You always showed an interest in SCP-5002, but you were relaxed about Dr. Yau's slow progress. You just wanted to know that SCP-5002 was suffering. Officer Lowry: Level 5 access. I never would have - Dr. Yau: But why? Agent O'Connor: I didn't know that until I spoke to the Director's divorce lawyer. He confirmed that she was in London the night of the killing. He also confirmed that she had changed back to her maiden name. Evelyn May was previously Eve Holloway – mother of Kate Holloway, murdered in 2017 as a result of SCP-5002's anomaly. I don't know what strings you had to pull to try to get your revenge, Director, but I don't think her death will bring you any peace. Director May: You don't know anything! My baby was murdered! That animal could die a thousand times and it would never be enough. J-R Simpson: How can you say that about her? Agent O'Connor: How can you say her, Michael? D-4986: Oh shit. Agent O'Connor: After all, it wasn't the Director who brought a knife into SCP-5002's containment, did she? J-R Simpson: I – I didn't - Agent O'Connor: You kept up that stony façade for a while, Michael, but now the cracks are showing. All that stress you were under, it wasn't from your thesis. You were fine until you got assigned to anomalous humanoid testing, and then something changed. Dr. Yau treated them like people, and you realised that they were. I think it crossed a line for you. I think you joined the Serpent's Hand. J-R Simpson: <weeping> God … oh … Director May: How do you know? Agent O'Connor: I wasn't entirely sure, but it fits. He was so startled when I mentioned the knife, and he remembered seeing it in the dishwasher – for him, that was unexpected. He just happened to have an urgent personal appointment immediately after the murder, on the same day a Way mysteriously appears next to the site. That was his escape route. He was meant to break SCP-5002 out, maybe some other skips, and then disappear the next morning in the confusion. D-4986: Then why did he kill her? Agent O'Connor: I think you waited up that night, Michael. Everyone knew that Officer Lowry would take his smoke break at 2am, and you knew he would rattle the door to SCP-5002's cell as he left. That was your signal. You took the knife from the kitchen, and used your copy of the key-card to open the chamber. You knew it would show up on the security report, but you assumed you'd be long gone by then. Dr. Grossenbacher: But it didn’t show up. Agent O'Connor: I'm getting to that. You offered SCP-5002 the knife for protection, didn't you, Michael? And then you told her to escape before Officer Lowry came back. But she wouldn't leave, would she? J-R Simpson: No. No, she refused. Agent O'Connor: And I think she told you why. J-R Simpson: Yes. I'm sorry, Karen. I kept asking her to go, and then she said – she said that she wanted to stay. Because she was sleeping with Dr. Yau. Agent O'Connor: Exactly. <crosstalk, raised voices> Agent O'Connor: Quiet! Quiet, everyone. There is more to be said. Michael, once SCP-5002 told you, you left the containment chamber. You were flustered, you rushed straight back to your room. And you left the knife behind. J-R Simpson: Yes, that's right. Agent O'Connor: Did SCP-5002 tell you that she had slept with Dr. Yau that same evening? That's correct, isn't it Dr. Yau? Director May: Karen! Dr. Yau: You don't understand. Emma and I were in love. She was a wonderful woman. Agent O'Connor: Your research made slow progress, just to keep Emma near you. How long had you been seeing her? Three months, four? Long enough to work out how to edit the camera system in advance, so it looked like she was alone in her cell every night. Strange – I wouldn't have looked at the footage so closely if I hadn't been trying to work out where the Jack Daniels bottle had come from. Officer Lowry: Damn. Agent O'Connor: And you had access to the security system, so you could clear any key-card access before the records were submitted to Central. I presume that's why it took you so long to call the Director on the morning of the murder. You saw that Michael had opened SCP-5002's cell, perhaps you were trying to decide whether to risk exposing your secret in order to implicate him. Dr. Yau: I saw he had unlocked the cell, but I knew he couldn't have killed Emma. I wanted to talk to him, but there was no time. Agent O'Connor: I think you must almost have run into each other, that night. You were in the containment chamber with Emma before Officer Lowry started his shift. You heard him rattle the door as he left at 2am, just like Michael did; that was your signal to leave. You must have returned to your room just as Michael left his. Perhaps you passed him while he was in the kitchen getting the knife. D-4986: And then what, she went back later and stabbed the bitch in her sleep? Agent O'Connor: I don't think so. Thwarted love is a good motive for murder. But SCP-5002 wasn't stabbed in her sleep. There was blood all over her bedclothes, not just near the wound. Dr. Grossenbacher: That's right. Agent O'Connor: It's more likely that she was stabbed standing up, then wrapped in the sheets and dragged back to the bed. And there's something you've all forgotten. Something that Dr. Yau missed when she wiped the security records. Officer Lowry: Do you ever get to the point? Dr. Yau: What do you mean? J-R Simpson: When I left, I didn't lock the cell door. Agent O'Connor: Correct. Like leaving the knife behind, you forgot in your rush. Until you realised in our interview, and you knew something was wrong. Director May: For god's sake, what? Agent O'Connor: Michael's signal to move, Dr Yau's signal to leave, was Officer Lowry rattling the containment door on his way out to smoke. But Officer Lowry shook the door every time he passed it. In both directions. Dr. Yau: <gasping> Oh. Agent O'Connor: He came back from his break, shook the door, and found it was open. And you went inside, didn't you, Officer? Director May: Answer her. Agent O'Connor: You were a little drunk. You started arguing with SCP-5002. J-R Simpson: Officer Lowry? Agent O'Connor: And she told you. About her and Dr. Yau. Dr. Yau: Joe? Agent O'Connor: She flaunted it at you. And you couldn't take it. You grabbed the knife, and - Officer Lowry: You're just like her, you know? You think you're so fucking smart! You think you're so much better than me, just because you went to college and I'm some night janitor. She could have loved me! Not that anomalous whore. Dr. Yau: Joe, what did you - <sobbing> Agent O'Connor: I know you liked him, Dr. Yau, but you were too kind. You glossed over the issues on his psychiatric report. Maybe you knew about his drinking. But every good thing you did for him just fed his infatuation with you. Officer Lowry: Shut up. Just shut up, you bitch. Agent O'Connor: You hadn't planned ahead, but everything you did after you killed her was clever, even daring. Emma must have told you about the doctored cameras, so you knew you hadn't been filmed. You left the cell, put the knife in the dishwasher, went back to the Security Station and waited calmly for morning. You made sure to "discover" the body with D-4986 as a witness, and took Dr. Yau's key to hide the fact that the door was unlocked. You gambled that Dr. Yau would wipe the door records to conceal her affair, or perhaps you were still trying to protect her. You carefully rolled the corpse over, to explain any traces of blood on your clothing. And then you guarded the scene, just to be safe. Director May: Can we get security in, please. Agent O'Connor: Leaving the Jack Daniels was a mistake, of course. But you didn’t want to draw suspicion, so you were desperate. D-4986: Fucking Lowry! Agent O'Connor: You almost got lucky. So many other things were going on, your actions might have been obscured. But in fact the solution in this case was one of the simplest explanations, and one of the oldest motives. <door opening> Unknown: We had a request from this room? Director May: This man is to be detained for questioning in connection with murder. Agent O'Connor: You can take him away, officer. <recording ends> SCP-5002 Investigation – Final Report - Afterword Author: Agent Ellen O'Connor Date: 24 December 2019 On further reflection upon this investigation, I wish to qualify my earlier conclusions. While I continue to believe that Officer Joseph Lowry is responsible for the killing of SCP-5002, I would recommend a degree of leniency from Foundation authorities when it comes to his sentence. In short, I am not certain that Officer Lowry is guilty of murder. The facts of this case are extremely complex, and while many of the parties responsible have admitted to their actions, there is the question of the involvement of SCP-5002. The key issue which remains outstanding is whether SCP-5002's own anomaly led to her killing. Starting with the basics: it appears that the Scranton Reality Anchors in SCP-5002's cell were operative, and were effective in preventing anomalous activity within the containment chamber. Equally, there are no written materials by SCP-5002 which correspond to the events of 14 December. I am, however, struck by the presence of those blank pages in SCP-5002's containment, cut into patterns of empty space. It is possible that, on further investigation with SCP-5002's novel, this will be revealed to be a grille cipher, revealing particular words and phrases in the text to form a secondary work. Could that work have been separately read by SCP-5002, causing different effects? The testing logs suggest that this may be possible. I recommend that this is investigated as a priority. In the meantime, ontological anomalies are notoriously difficult to detect. Perhaps the best method can be employed by future readers of this report. Has my work been structured as you would expect – first, a summary of my conclusions, and then the evidence to justify those conclusions? Has it instead taken a narrative tone? If true, my hypothesis may absolve Officer Lowry of some responsibility, as the death of Emma Hastings would effectively be a suicide. It would also raise more questions than it answers. What was SCP-5002's motive for self-harm? If she made Lowry kill her, did she make Dr. Yau love her? Did she make Director May hate her? How far back does the chain reach? I was born when SCP-5002 was not yet four years old, well before she ever started writing. Joseph Lowry is ten years older than SCP-5002. I believe that my life is my own. I believe that I choose my actions, that I think my thoughts, that they are not given to me. I believe that I am real. Reader, I very much hope that you feel the same way. About me, and about yourself. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5002" by psul, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5002. Licensed under CC-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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Author: Captain Kirby SCPs SCP Number Rating SCP-3393 1304 Captain Kirby's Proposal 814 SCP-4514 666 SCP-3448 618 SCP-5552 595 SCP-3844 533 SCP-3388 492 SCP-3866 443 SCP-5003 442 SCP-3305 410 SCP-3449 388 SCP-4877 386 SCP-4321 351 SCP-016-J 281 SCP-7100 276 SCP-3123 239 SCP-3393-EX 229 SPC-1057 223 SCP-3511 211 SCP-6007 200 SCP-3633 193 SCP-4925 192 SCP-4479 188 SCP-3767 174 SCP-4316 166 SCP-4775 143 SCP-4034 139 SCP-5877 118 SCP-5448 110 SCP-3650 103 SCP-3203 70 SCP-5779 63 SCP-3405 55 SCP-3481 52 Tales Title Rating The Nuclear Option 547 Impossible-To-Destroy Reptile 491 In The Clutches Of Life 396 Numbers, Like Stories, Never Die 335 The Tombstone of Alto Clef 263 Tales of the Ethics Committee: 5 Reasons The Foundation Wants A Robot Army 232 Excerpts From The Societal Census Programme ΩK-Class Report 232 With The Reaper On Retirement 227 Do You Remember Funerals? 173 From The Clutches Of Life 154 Where Death Used To Live 150 Project Damnerung 147 Hello, My Name Isn't 146 Don't Get Used To It 143 The Many Portraits Of Jack Bright 140 Group Date 140 Monochrome 132 Hundred-Year Favor 124 Even The Most Masked Of Men Become Themselves Behind Closed Doors 113 You Have 18 Unread Messages 102 Everyday Is Somebody's Birthday 97 The Shape of a Noose 76 A Failed Two Weeks Notice 69 Pink Cracks in a Digital Wall 66 'Til Death Do Us Part 65 Rocks And Trees Are Not Good Company 64 Tears of a Neon God 57 Poky And Pal Scheme Together 55 A Eulogy In 11/8 Time 53 Is Anybody Home? 53 Carnivores 52 Poky And Pal Arm Themselves 49 Virtue 46 When It Rains, It Pours 45 God-Knows-Where 39 I Felt Numb 39 It's A Nice Day Out 38 Attempts To Salvage Thought 36 I Am Wonderful 33 Outrun 29 They Are Not Laughing With You 28 What Is There To Do With A Pot Of Gold? 27 Containment's A Beach 22 GOI Formats Title Rating Captain Kirby's Proposal, Or Something 191 My Head Is On Fire And I'm (Not) Ok 102 Project Proposals 2004-013/2014-114/2024-072: "Losing Your Cool" 71 You may also like: SCP-3001 - Red Reality OZ Ouroboros Hi, little red light. Can you talk to me? SCP-3515 - Unearth by psul D-6042: <breathing heavily> You bastards. You fucking bastards. You buried me. SCP-5003 Entry Tunnel Item #: SCP-5003 Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-5003 has been sealed. Description: SCP-5003 is a large piece of complex machinery 250m beneath Sublevel 39 of Site-19, capable of generating energy from an unknown source. SCP-5003 consists of three different components: a main power housing, a central control hub, and a vast tunnel system expanding from the control center. The central control hub lies within a cavern located approximately 36km from the entrance with walls lined with wires and cables from the main power housing. Additionally, the cavern contains the following: A control panel Chairs A whiteboard Fluorescent lights Four large scorch marks across the eastern and northern walls The main power housing is presumed to be located in a chamber1 adjacent to the central control hub, since all cables in SCP-5003 have been traced back to that area. Initial attempts to locate an entrance to this chamber have failed. Therefore, there is no conclusive evidence that this is the power source of SCP-5003. The title "main power housing" has been given to the chamber for clearer communication. The tunnel system is largely unexplored. Initial reconnaissance discovered that they are lit by fluorescent lights and lined with cables that are connected to the main power housing. The only known entrance to SCP-5003 is through a metal door located in the service tunnels on Sublevel 39 of Site-19. Inspection of the Site-19 blueprints indicated that these tunnels were never originally meant to be part of the site's construction. Testing to identify further effects of SCP-5003 is still underway. Discovery: On 06/21/2014 Site-19 sensors picked up a spike in electromagnetic activity underneath the site. Searches of the lower levels of the site located the doorway to SCP-5003, which was open at time of discovery. SCP-5003 Testing Operation: After the initial discovery of SCP-5003, Dr. Raven Koullette proposed a series of experiments to be run on SCP-5003 to determine the functionality of the control panel, and if the anomaly requires additional containment protocols. These experiments were to be carried out by a team consisting of Researcher Thomas DeWalt2, and D-34813 to act as a subject and assistant. Since the travel time from the entrance to the control center is approximately 7 hours, DeWalt and D-3481 were equipped with three days worth of water and rations, sleeping bags, flashlights and a standard-issue Foundation Fieldwork Radio to communicate test results back to Dr. Koullette. Testing was scheduled to take place over the course of two days. + SCP-5003 Testing Log Day #1 - SCP-5003 Testing Log Day #1 <Begin Log> Recording begins. There is a light humming noise in the background. DeWalt: Raven, can you hear us? Koullette: Loud and clear Thomas. I assume you're ready to start testing? DeWalt: Wouldn't have contacted you any earlier. Ready Charles? D-3481: I guess. Koullette: Alright, let's get this show on the road. DeWalt: Charles, can you flip switch 1-A? D-3481: Umm… which one is that? DeWalt: It's the blue one over on your left. D-3481: Oh. Ok. The humming stops. A scream is heard, followed by a repeated crackling noise. After a few moments the humming returns. Koullette: What happened? Are you ok? Silence. Koullette: Thomas? D-3481: I— I'm still here. D-3481 is breathing erratically. Koullette: What happened? D-3481: I flipped the switch and lightning came out of the control panel and hit Thomas and now he's not moving and I don't know what to do. I didn't mean to I swear! It just missed me and, and— Koullette: Deep breaths. I need you to breathe. D-3481: Right… deep breaths. Koullette: Is Thomas alive? D-3481: I think so. He's looking at me. Koullette: I'm deploying a medical team down there at once. Did anything else happen? D-3481: Umm… the lights. The lights in one of the tunnels went out. Koullette: Which tunnel? D-3481: The one we entered through? I think? They all look the same. I don't know. Koullette: 3481, I need you to calm down. We're coming to get you and Thomas right now. D-3481: How long? Koullette: Approximately eight hours. D-3481: Ok… ok. Koullette: Please relay that to Thomas. D-3481: Ok. Koullette: And remember, deep breaths. <End Log> <Begin Log> Koullette: Hey, 3481, are you still there? D-3481: Yeah. Koullette: I have an update on the medical team. They reached the entrance to the tunnels. D-3481: That's good to hear. Koullette: Well… there's a problem. The door is shut. We're trying to figure out how to open it safely. D-3481: It's closed? Koullette: Yeah. Unfortunately, since we're working in the lower levels of the facility, we're limited in our options. We can't just blow up all of sub-level 39. D-3481: So, we're trapped? Koullette: We're going to get you out, but I don't know how long. D-3481: We're trapped… Koullette: I know I've been telling you this a lot, but deep breaths. I need you to stay with me on this. D-3481: Ok. Koullette: In Thomas' pack there should be a binder full of testing information. Can you find that for me? Scuffling noises are heard. D-3481: Ok. Found it. Koullette: I need you to read through all of that. We may need you to continue testing. D-3481: Me? Koullette: Yes. You. And don't forget to ration out your food. We shouldn't take too long but, just in case. <End Log> Supplemental Documentation Summary Site-19 Sublevel 39 Schematics Overview [LEVEL-3 CLASSIFIED] SCP-5003 Re-Entry Attempts [LEVEL-3 CLASSIFIED] Case 5003-T.14 Ethics Committee Minutes [LEVEL-4 CLASSIFIED] + SCP-5003 Testing Log Day #2 - SCP-5003 Testing Log Day #2 <Begin Log> Koullette: 3481, you there? D-3481: Yeah. I am. Koullette: How's testing coming along? D-3481: I um… I haven't started yet. Koullette: I see. Have you and Thomas eaten yet? D-3481: Yeah. Yeah we ate. Koullette: Everything else going ok? D-3481: Not really. Couldn't sleep last night. Koullette: Any reason why? D-3481: I couldn't stop thinking about the tunnel where the lights went out. Koullette: That sounds… rough. D-3481: Have you opened the door yet? Koullette: I'm afraid not. D-3481: Fuck! Koullette: I know it's frustrating but— D-3481: I don't want to die down here! Koullette: Just deep breaths. Please. D-3481: Stop telling me that! There's only so much oxygen down here, right? I can't waste it! Koullette: Would you like to know how much oxygen you probably have? D-3481: Fine! Koullette: A decade. At least. D-3481: … Oh. The heavy and erratic breathing from D-3481 subsides. Koullette: Your name is Charles, right? D-3481: … yeah. Koullette: Where are you from? D-3481: I'm from Colorado. Koullette: I've been there before. It's nice. D-3481: Yeah. Yeah it is. A lot of open space. Mountains are pretty. Koullette: Blue sky. D-3481: Yeah. Blue sky. Koullette: If you're able to help me out, I promise you, you'll see that sky again. But I need you to be calm, and with me. Understand? D-3481: I… I understand. Koullette: Good. Now, please, get started on those tests. D-3481: Ok. <End Log> <Begin Log> Koullette: Hey! I just got your results on the power output! D-3481: That's… good. Koullette: I'm going to be crunching some numbers, but I just wanted you to know you're doing great. D-3481: Thanks. Koullette: Just hang in there, you got this. D-3481: I hope so. <End Log> Supplemental Documenation Summary Site-19 Subterranean Scans [LEVEL-3 CLASSIFIED] Site-19 Sublevel 39 Exploration Log [LEVEL-4 CLASSIFIED] + SCP-5003 Testing Log Day #3 - SCP-5003 Testing Log Day #3 <Begin Log> Koullette: Charles? D-3481: Still here. Koullette: How are your rations looking? D-3481: We probably have enough for another day. Are you guys getting us out soon? Koullette: Possibly. It'll be a day. Maybe two. D-3481: I hope its not too much longer. I think Thomas is starting to panic. Koullette: Oh? D-3481: He's been looking down the tunnel that has no lights. Just… just staring. It's so dark down there. I've moved to the other side of the room so he's further away from it, but I don't think that helped. Koullette: Well, tell him we're coming. D-3481: I will. Koullette: And keep sending in those test results. D-3481: Of course. I'll start taking power readings now. <End Log> Supplemental Documentation Summary Case 5003-T.16 Ethics Committee Minutes [LEVEL-4 CLASSIFIED] + SCP-5003 Testing Log Day #4 - SCP-5003 Testing Log Day #4 <Begin Log> D-3481: Raven? Are you there? Koullette: I'm here Charles. D-3481: I found more food. Koullette: You did? D-3481: I felt something like a cold breeze coming from the tunnel where the lights went out. I don't know why I thought I might find something down there but I did. There's berry bushes growing out of the walls. Koullette: Berry bushes? D-3481: Yeah. Blueberries, raspberries, blackberries. Koullette: This is the same tunnel you and Thomas entered through, right? D-3481: They weren't there before. Koullette: That's… interesting. You sure they're regular berries? D-3481: They look normal. Koullette: Ok. Well, more food is a good thing I guess. It'll probably be easier to feed Thomas the berries than the rations. D-3481: Probably, yeah. Koullette: How's he holding up? D-3481: Thomas is… fine? I guess? Koullette: Fine? D-3481: Like, he's still paralyzed. But nothing else. Koullette: I see… D-3481: I'm going to uh… get back to testing. Koullette: And I'll get back to getting you boys out of there. <End Log> Supplemental Documentation Summary Site-19 Sublevel 39 Reclamation Attempts [LEVEL-4 CLASSIFIED] SCP-5003 Electromagnetic Wave Analysis [LEVEL-3 CLASSIFIED] + SCP-5003 Testing Log Day #5 - SCP-5003 Testing Log Day #5 <Begin Log> Koullette: Hey, Charles. Do you have some time to talk? D-3481: Of course. I uhhh… I mean I always appreciate having someone to talk to. Koullette: I don't mean chat. I'm talking about your test results. D-3481: Makes no difference to me really. Koullette: Are you sure you're following the directions in the binder? D-3481: Yeah. Koullette: Well, it's just that according to your last batch, the power output of the source hasn't changed much since the first day. D-3481: Is that bad? Koullette: No it's just—You're sure? D-3481: Positive. I even double checked the connections between the multimeter and powerlines 5-G and 11-D this morning. Koullette: Oh. D-3481: Surprised? Koullette: I didn't expect you remember the diagram labels. D-3481: I read the whole binder. At least three times. I know it pretty well by now. Koullette: Most people just skim my write ups. D-3481: Well, there isn't exactly a lot of entertainment material down here. Koullette: I guess you're right. But yeah, if you're sure you're following the directions… shit. I may try running the numbers on my end again. D-3481: Whatever you have to do. Anything to get me out of here faster. <End Log> Supplemental Documentation Summary Site-19 Sublevel 39 Recovered Flora Analysis [LEVEL-4 CLASSIFIED] Compromise of Site-19 Sublevels 36-38 [LEVEL-4 CLASSIFIED] + SCP-5003 Testing Log Day #6 - SCP-5003 Testing Log Day #6 <Begin Log> Fluttering is heard from the testing team's receiver. D-3481: Raven! Raven there's bats! Koullette: Bats? D-3481: I just woke up the entire tunnel is filled with bats. Koullette: Which tunnel? D-3481: The dark one. They're flying around the tunnel entrance. Like just a large mess of wings. Koullette: So they haven't entered the control room? D-3481: No. They're just in the entrance. Fuck this is bad. Koullette: Charles, this is important: are you certain they're bats? D-3481: What? Koullette: Just answer the question. I need you be certain that these are bats. D-3481: I mean… they're all moving around so much. I can't really tell. Koullette: Can you get— D-3481: Wait. They stopped. Koullette: Stopped? D-3481: They're all just, on the ground now. Looking at me. Koullette: Can you tell if they're bats now? D-3481: Yes. I'm certain. Koullette: There was a button on the control panel labeled "Emergency". D-3481: Emergency… Koullette: When you finish today's round of testing, I need you to hit that button. D-3481: I don't think the binder mentioned the emergency button. Koullette: We weren't planning on testing it. D-3481: O— Ok. What does it do? Koullette: It's difficult to explain. D-3481: Will it make the bats go away? Will it bring the lights back? Koullette: I can't— D-3481: Raven, I need to know what it's going to do! Koullette: That's… that's classified. D-3481: Fuck. Koullette: Deep breaths Charles. I need you to take deep breaths and trust me. D-3481: … there's so many bats. <End Log> Supplemental Documentation Summary SCP-5003 Testing Operation Evaluation [LEVEL-3 CLASSIFIED] MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") Deployment [LEVEL-4 CLASSIFIED] + SCP-5003 Testing Log Day #7 - SCP-5003 Testing Log Day #7 <Begin Log> Koullette: Charles, you there? D-3481: Yeah. Koullette: How's Thomas? D-3481: He's holding it together. Koullette: Still looking at the tunnel? D-3481: … yeah? He's calmed down some, I think. Gotten used to the cave. Koullette: Oh, he has? D-3481: His gaze looks more relaxed. Koullette: Yeah. Relaxed sounds right. D-3481: Umm, any other questions? Koullette: Just one more, how much water do you have left? D-3481: Oh, um… Not much. We effectively ran out yesterday. Koullette: Yesterday? D-3481: Yeah. Koullette: You remember when I told you how much oxygen you had left? D-3481: I remember. It really helped me soothe my— Koullette: Do you want me to tell you how much water we sent you with? D-3481: … No. Koullette: Charles, just— goddamn it Charles. D-3481: It's not like he would've made it anyways! Koullette: Did you even try to feed him? D-3481: You were supposed to be down here two days ago! Koullette falls silent. Koullette: There's been complications. D-3481: Bullshit. Koullette: You know what would get us down here? If you just finished your tests and hit that button! D-3481: Really? Koullette: Do you think I'm fucking with you? D-3481: I don't know! Koullette: Well, you'll never know if you don't hit the button! Goddamn it… it's not that much to ask. D-3481: That's easy for you to say! Koullette: Fine. I'll say something else then. We're leaving you down there until you hit that fucking button. Understand 3481? D-3481: You were never coming for me, were you? <End Log> Supplemental Documentation Summary Anomaly Mobilization Directive [LEVEL-4 CLASSIFIED] Operation SCP-5003-RED Evaluation [LEVEL-4 CLASSIFIED] + SCP-5003 Testing Log Day #8 - SCP-5003 Testing Log Day #8 <Begin Log> D-3481: Hey… Raven? You there? Anyone? Radio silence. D-3481: Ok. I guess it's just me then. Or maybe it's late up there. I don't know what time it is anymore. I've been trying to keep myself awake because well… I've been feeling more and more tired. I'm scared that the next time I go to sleep, I won't wake up. Sniffling. D-3481: So, yeah. It's just me, a corpse, and the power source. I've been thinking about that emergency button. I know you want me to hit it. It's probably an emergency off button. Turns off the power source, and the heat, and the lights. I don't know why you want this thing turned off. Maybe it's something happening up there. It's probably classified anyways. D-3481 takes a deep breath, and then laughs quietly. D-3481: I'm still doing that thing you told me, Raven. Deep breaths. They got me through a lot down here. I was starting to umm… I was looking forward to getting out. That's pretty cruel, don't you think, Raven? You gave me hope for so long. I believed you. I thought I was going to see the sky again. D-3481 pauses. D-3481: I think… I think I'm going to leave it on. At the end of the day, I'm just a scared man. I'm afraid of the tunnels, the bats, the control panel. I know I told you already, but during that first night I was even afraid of the dark. I still am. I don't know what would happen to me in the blackness. So… yeah. That's all I have. I'm going to leave the lights on. <End Log> Supplemental Documentation Summary Site-19 Evacuation [LEVEL-2 CLASSIFIED] Footnotes 1. Discovered using the exploration team's radar devices. 2. A trained D-Class handler. 3. 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SCP-5004 | thaumiel | SCP-5004 - MEGALOMANIA I said that "The Plurality of Elias Shaw" is 4444's successor. That is true. This article is that article's 7'8" 600lb mutant goliath offspring. 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Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force USMILA Site-19 Tilda Moose Everett Mann, M.D. MTF A-14 "Dishwashers" Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5004-A is currently contained by SCP-5004-B under the terms of Protocol 115-ASHE. Based on the current understanding of the conditions of SCP-5004-A, the anomaly should dissipate entirely on January 20th, 2021, at 12:00PM EST. Due to SCP-5004-B's effect on SCP-5004-A, no other containment procedures are required. Containment and mitigation of the global geopolitical effects, both anomalous and mundane, of SCP-5004-B are managed by the Department of International Affairs, the Records and Information Security Administration (RAISA), the Department of Information Control and Suppression, the Department of Applied Influence, the Department of Analytics, the Department of Strategic Analysis, the North American Site Directors Council, the European Site Directors Council, the East Asian Site Directors Council, the South American Site Directors Council, Western Regional Command, the Classification Committee, the Containment Committee, the Ethics Committee and Overwatch Command. Direct assessment and analysis on the ongoing SCP-5004-B information control effort is under the express jurisdiction of the Special Committee Regarding Robert Mueller's Investigation. This committee replaced the Ledermann Commission and subsequent Project Whirlwind that developed Protocol 115-ASHE. The current acting leadership for this committee is as follows: Position Name Title Committee Lead Dir. Sophia Light Director, Western Regional Command Assistant Lead Dr. Mark Kiryu Sr. Research Psychology Consult Dr. Simon Glass Head, Foundation Psychology Research Consult Dr. Charles Gears Head, Foundation Analytics Thaumaturgical Consult Dr. Katherine Sinclair Director, Thaumatology and Occult Studies, Site-87 Containment Consult Dr. Hollister Cox Asst. Director, Site-81 General Consult Dir. Elias Shaw Head, Foundation Personnel Tactical Consults Agent Sasha Merlo and Agent Daniel Navarro GOI Liaison Dr. Justine Everwood GOI Specialist Special Liaison to the FBI Agent Carmen Maldonado Unusual Incidents Unit Additional details regarding the conditions of Protocol 115-ASHE and the SCP-5004-B information control efforts are available elsewhere in this document. Description: SCP-5004 is the group designation for anomalous phenomenon affecting the Executive branch of the United States Government. SCP-5004-A is a colossal thaumatological entity, identified as "SUSPIRA-PRIME" by the Federal Bureau of Investigation Unusual Incident Unit and self-titled as "Old Gorman", which was ritualistically summoned to the material plane by US Supreme Court Justice and noted sorcerer Charles Evans Hughes during the US General Election of 1916. The supposed intent of this summoning was to aid Justice Hughes in his campaign against incumbent President Woodrow Wilson; however, this effort was in vain, as SCP-5004-A was originally too weak to take any action that would have aided the Republican Candidate. After his eventual loss to Wilson, Hughes - either unknowingly or out of spite1, altered the conditions of his ritual in such a way that changed SCP-5004-A's stated intentions, leaving the entity to sleep for 100 years before awakening. SCP-5004-B is United States former President Donald John Trump. SCP-5004-B is a powerful reality sink, negating the anomalous effects of supernatural entities or artifacts near it by altering the way those entities or artifacts interact with the fabric of spacetime. This ability appears to be innate to SCP-5004-B's existence as a whole, as individual pieces of SCP-5004-B or parts of SCP-5004-B disconnected from the rest of the entity do not carry the same negating properties. United States Supreme Court Justice Charles Evans Hughes. Addendum 5004.1: Discovery and Background The discovery of SCP-5004-B and its application in the containment of SCP-5004-A came about as the result of an investigation by the Ledermann Commission, which itself arose from an investigative thaumatological task force out of Site-87. The task force, headed by Dr. Katherine Sinclair, was assigned to study known occult texts from the early 1900s in order to assess them for information about possible anomalous entities that were not yet known; this effort was part of a greater Foundation-wide initiative to take a more proactive role in the discovery and containment of anomalous entities and artifacts. The report, penned by Dr. Sinclair and titled "An Investigative Study Into Cosmological Entities With Potential To Affect The American Federal Government", identified thirteen such entities and artifacts. Of those, several could not be accounted for and three had been destroyed entirely. The only entity that could be identified and determined to still be active was the entity called "Old Gorman", at the time discretely inhabiting the western steps of the United States Capitol Building under the cover of a sort of dimensionally-shifted cocoon. Excerpt From An Investigative Study Into Cosmological Entities With Potential To Affect The American Federal Government In the second volume of a series of journals penned by United States Supreme Court Justice Charles Evans Hughes in 1916, the justice describes a meeting he had with fellow sorcerer Ames Hammond, a minor financial consultant from New York and fellow member of the Metaphysical Club2. In the meeting, which took place in late 1915, the two men discussed shifting political climates and a desire to see the United States stay out of the war in Europe. Hammond, whose business investments strongly favored the continued existence of the current Austro-Hungarian State, advised that Hughes should accept the Republican nomination - should it fall to him - and that the presidency could be won using sorcery and thaumatological influences. Supreme Court Justice and influential sorcerer Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. Hughes seems to have already been considering accepting the nomination even before this meeting, and the two of them met shortly afterwards with fellow Supreme Court Justice and Metaphysical Club member, Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr. Holmes suggested the summoning of a spiritual familiar to enhance Hughes' perceived charisma, but Hammond was insistent that more dramatic action needed to be taken. Hughes writes that he and Holmes consulted numerous books of the arcane and occult before finally deciding on a devil from the 11th Plane of Blasphemy (Infernal Rituals and Incantations, Vol. 12, Section 27) to interfere with President Wilson's reelection campaign. The remainder of the journals detail the steps taken by Hughes, Holmes and Hammond to prepare for the summoning ceremony, which took place at the beginning of summer in 1916. In Hughes' account, the incantation took place at Holmes' estate in Washington D.C. In the fourth volume of the journals, Hughes lists the components for the summoning as follows: 3 pieces of cloven hoof ash from a burned text of incantations one full onion, diced the eyes of six frogs a lost lamb's heart, quartered tears of a maiden seven teeth six pieces of silver six pieces of gold a precious gem3 Shortly after summoning the entity, Hughes described it in his journal as such: Artist's depiction of SCP-5004-A. …the beast was like a man, though grotesque in shape and stature. He was no taller than the height of a man's knee and its face (behind its monstrous filthy beard) bore an expression of great displeasure. It had skin of mottled grey and red, and its dull red eyes sat too deeply into its skull. It emerged from within a cloud of sulfure and smoke on a small, squealing steed, swore loudly and became violent to myself and my compatriots, who were forced to beat it into a corner with brooms. Once the brooming had subsided it introduced itself as Gorman. Perhaps it sensed the disappointment in my eyes at its diminutive size, as it attempted to prove its otherworldly power by producing a terrible stink, one like sun-burnt faeces and bile, from out of its mouth. Myself and Oliver commenced to brooming again until it stopped. Hughes quickly realized his error - the entity was barely able to stand upright for more than a few moments, and did not have the strength yet to carry out any sort of violence against the President or his campaign. Frustrated, Hughes claims to have locked Gorman in a wooden box and kept it near his person at all times, where the devil would shout obscenities and propel small, stinking flames at the justice. Old Gorman disappears from Hughes' personal texts until after the election, when he lost handily to the incumbent Wilson. In a quick note left at the end of one journal, he writes: Fell creature was not worth the effort. He insults me even now and his words are filthy. He spends all hours of the day talking about latrines and their contents, and he frequently pulls at the hairs on my legs to spite me. I will have the last laugh however. He is no use to me now, but I have paid the ritual price on his servitude for one hundred years. I will bury his essence beneath the steps of the capitol building and he will be forced to hear every footfall over that busy thoroughfare every day for a century. Who now cackles in delight, monstrous imp? Of course, it is me. Let this beast forever rue the day it met Charles Evans Hughes, master of magic and conjurer of spirits! In the wake of Dr. Sinclair's report, Foundation GOI specialist Dr. Justine Everwood reached out to speak to the current membership of the Metaphysical Club. Notably, the group's numbers had dwindled significantly since the beginning of the 20th century, and only three were able to be reached during the investigation. These included United States Supreme Court Chief Justice John Roberts, Associate Justice Stephen Breyer, and Associate Justice and Grand Arcanist Ruth Bader Ginsburg. The group allowed Dr. Everwood to keep an audio recorder on her during their meeting, though the voices of the justices were altered by seemingly anomalous means. Everwood: So you're aware of the creature beneath the stairs at the Capitol? Roberts: Old Gorman? Yes, unfortunately. A profoundly unpleasant creature - a sort of ancient trickster demon. This club has in many ways only persisted as long as it has in order to serve as a response to Gorman, whenever he awakens from his terrible slumber. Everwood: What do you mean by saying that's the only reason your group has persisted? Breyer: It's been a tumultuous century for our order. Things started off strong but then there were some assassinations in the forties, followed by the wizard battles of the sixties and seventies. That's when we decided that we should stop putting powerful wizards on the highest court in the country. Roberts: Through some clever manipulation and some modest additional assassinations, we've reduced our numbers to just us three, and only then because- Ruth Bader Ginsburg during this interview, wearing a seemingly anomalous "wizard hat". Ginsburg: Silence! (Pauses) Silence, Jonathon. Roberts: That's not my name and you know that. Ginsburg: I said silence! What they are not telling you is that only three remain because they have not yet figured out how to kill me! I, the most powerful and terrible wizard who ever walked upon the face of this Earth! Everwood: Interesting. Tell me more. Breyer: She's being dramatic. We haven't been trying to kill her, we've been trying to convince her to please stop casting horrible magic out in public. Ginsburg: Your demands are like a cage on my prodigious gifts! I cannot be bound by mortal desires - I must fly free, like a majestic condor or similarly winged beast! Roberts: We're of the same mind as you, Dr. Everwood. It does none of us any favors if this idea that "magic is real" gets out to the public. We're trying to maintain the status quo here, and that is far from beneficial. Justice Ginsburg has other- Ginsburg: I am a goddamn albatross, Jonathan! I cannot be fettered to your mindless inclinations! Roberts: …she has other ideas about how our talents should be utilized. Breyer: As John was saying, the only reason there are three of us now is that neither John or myself possess the arcane acumen required to deal with Gorman when he emerges on the foretold day. Only Ruth can handle that, and even then only maybe. Everwood: Why maybe? Ginsburg: Because Charles Hughes was a fool! He thought he was punishing Old Gorman by burying his essence under the steps of the Capitol, but he didn't do nearly enough of the required reading. Old Gorman is a demon, not a devil. He didn't even take the time to ask! If he had, Gorman would've been obligated to tell him that he was only passing through the 11th Plane of Blasphemy, not living there. Everwood: What does the difference matter? Ginsburg: Think for a moment, ludicrous child. Gorman is a demon, and demons feed on chaos and disorder. Where, pray tell, do you think there exists more chaos and disorder in the whole wide world than the United States Capitol Building? (Silence.) Everwood: Point made. Ginsburg: Quite. And all the while Gorman has been stewing down there, growing big and strong and increasingly annoying! I have spoken to him in his dreams on several occasions, yes. He has a foul mouth and is very perturbed to have been given the run-around by Charles Hughes all those years ago. Make no mistake, white coat - Gorman is coming, and on that day he will rise up from beneath the Earth in such great and terrible fury this country, nay, the world itself will never be the same again. But! In that dark hour, who will rise to oppose him but me, the Grand Arcanist of Brooklyn, the Witch of Washington, the Arch-Arcanist of Jurisprudence! Everwood: I see. Then we shouldn't consider this a problem? Roberts: No, no, it very much is a problem. Ruth's solution to the Gorman problem is a public display of 'power and thunder' that only might be enough to rebuke the demon. I know it might be difficult to tell, but she's getting up there in years and Gorman has only become more dangerous in time. She's liable to break a hip. Everwood: How dangerous are we talking? Roberts: I don't really know how else to say this - Gorman consumes chaos. Spite, resentment, hostility, that's all here. This is not a great place to live in, but for something like Gorman it might as well be a goddamn all-you-can-suckle teat buffet. Once he's done cooking - when he hatches after 100 years have passed, he's liable to drag all of D.C. into the sea. You can't see him now - we can only barely perceive him through the wards that Hughes put on him back in 1916, but he's gotten enormous. Breyer: I hope you all can formulate a plan. Against an archdemon like Old Gorman, we're really no match. Ginsburg: And if you can't figure it out, you'll have no choice but to unleash me, a being of terror and awe! The world will kneel before the might and magic of their sorcery queen! (Ginsburg laughs, sparks erupt from her fingertips) Everwood: Duly noted. Addendum 5004.2: The Ledermann Commission Following the revelation of the existence of the entity classified as SCP-5004-A, Foundation Western Regional Command convened to discuss their next move. W. Regional Command Director Sophia Light appointed a seven man commission, headed by Containment Committee Director Hans Ledermann, to assess the situation and devise a workable containment policy moving forward. The report, published by the Ledermann Commission in October of 2013 and titled "Assessment of the Thaumatological Mega-Entity 'Old Gorman'4 and Possible Avenues of Progression", detailed newly discovered information about SCP-5004-A, as well as additional information made available by the Metaphysical Club. The commission's findings revealed that SCP-5004-A originated from an extraplanar5 space referred to as "Suspira" in On Chaos and Occuli by the 18th century Spanish sorcerer Mal Maloma. Suspira is described as a realm of chaos and vulgarity, but primarily a home of lesser demons and imps. SCP-5004-A was transported to the baseline universe through thaumatological means by Charles Hughes, who later would use similar means to trap SCP-5004-A in a higher-dimension cocoon, invisible to the naked eye but still mildly perceptible to trained occultists. In this state, SCP-5004-A fed on the turmoil of the District of Columbia, ballooning in size and, presumably, strength. While Hughes' wards and enchantments had kept SCP-5004-A contained, the belief among Foundation thaumatologists was that once free from its original bonds, SCP-5004-A would be too powerful to continue to restrict without a substantial cost in life. The Ledermann Commission resolved that containment of SCP-5004-A was best handled not with thaumatological means, but with anomalous means. As noted in the report: The existence of a suitably potent reality sink, somewhere in the capital, could disrupt the pseudogestation that Old Gorman is currently undergoing. Once Old Gorman is disconnected from its source of sustenance, it would likely quickly burn through its accumulated energy under the weight of having to exist in the baseline universe. However, in studying the rituals and incantations used by Charles Hughes to bind Old Gorman, it is possible that simply placing a reality sink in Washington D.C. would not be sufficient to destabilize the demon. The presence of Old Gorman can be felt in the ideological metastructure of the United States government, as confirmed by our own thaumatologists. It is therefore imperative that the reality sink be itself integrated into the collective conscious of the United States government. This committee recommends that a suitable reality sink be elected to the office of President of the United States. Unfortunately, the technology to create a sufficiently powerful reality sink does not currently exist. The Ledermann Commission, along with members of the Department of Higher Metaphysics, compiled a list of potential options for containing SCP-5004-A, including possible reality sinks that could be utilized for that purpose. This report was sent to SCP Western Regional Command, who reviewed it and determined an appropriate course of action. Addendum 5004.3: SCPF Western Regional Command Meeting Transcript Internal Audio Recording Transcript In Attendance: Dr. Sophia Light - Director, Foundation Western Regional Command Dr. Elias Shaw - Director, Personnel Dr. Hollister Cox - Asst. Director, Site-81 Dr. Kain Pathos Crow - Director, Special Projects Dr. Justine Everwood - GOI Liaison Dr. Katherine Sinclair - Director, Thaumatology and Occult Studies, Site-87 Dr. Light: Alright. Let's begin. Dr. Everwood, if you would. Dr. Everwood: Thank you, Director. I'm sure you've all read the report. They appreciate what we're doing here - apparently they've known about this coming for a long time and have just been sitting on it. That said, the long and short of it is that the UIU is willing to allow one of its members to sit in on this panel for as long as is needed, if needed, but we are not permitted to tamper in the upcoming election. Dr. Light: They said that explicitly? Dr. Everwood: They did. Dr. Light: That's unfortunate. Dr. Shaw: Unfortunate? You mean understandable, right? Dr. Light: Eli, not now. Dr. Shaw: Oh no, don't you "not now" me, Sophia. I can already sniff the air and smell what you're cooking with this one, and I want nothing to do with it. Those were four of the shittiest years of my life, and I'm proud to say I've got nothing to offer you this time. Nada. Good luck. Dr. Light sighs. Dr. Light: Yes, alright. Yes. Fine. Dr. Sinclair, first of all, welcome to Regional Command. Dr. Sinclair: Thank you for having me, Director. Dr. Light: What have you got? Dr. Sinclair: This entity appears to be what we would describe as a Class II demonic entity. These are the most lesser of imps and demons, a step above something like a hateful cloud or very angry bush. The root of the problem is that the magic that Hughes did to the entity all those years ago has essentially been force-feeding the demon this entire time. It's swollen to a positively grotesque size. We've seen this happen before - usually the entities burn themselves out before they can do any real damage, but Old Gorman is both angry and located in the middle of the United States' seat of government. It's still likely that he wouldn't last too long with all that energy burning through him, but that presents two more issues. Dr. Light: Those are? Dr. Sinclair: The first is that too long may be a week, or may be another hundred years. It's impossible to know until he emerges from his cocoon. The second is that if he burns out too quickly, the outpouring of malevolent energy as he becomes critical might literally level the city. I guess there's a third option as well, where he's able to figure out how to control all of that malice in him and just becomes a raging, sadistic, unkillable superentity. Dr. Light: None of that sounds great. Kain? Any ideas? Dr. Pathos Crow: Ah, yes, well. My department has done some looking into this, and… eh… well… Dr. Shaw: Come on, Crow. Out with it now. Dr. Pathos Crow: Well, it just can't be done, what you're asking! We can build you a reality anchor, for what that's worth, if you want to drop a nuclear reactor underneath the capitol building. But a reality sink? Those have to occur naturally. There's just not - there's not enough power in the world to accomplish what you want to accomplish here, Sophia. Dr. Shaw: What's the difference? I thought a sink was an anchor. Dr. Pathos Crow: Not true. A reality anchor is a man-made construct used to stabilize anomalous activity in a region. It doesn't affect the anomaly, just temporarily masks it until the anchor is removed or depowered. A reality sink is a natural phenomenon, something that exists as sort of a black hole for the supernatural. We don't know fully how it works, but we believe them to be a sort of natural balancing system against the spread of the unknown. Anomalies don't simply become masked in the presence of a sink, they start to lose connection to the fundamental forces that bind them to our universe until they simply disappear. Dr. Shaw: …Ok? That doesn't sound that bad. Let's just get one of those and pull some strings and see what happens. Dr. Pathos Crow: It's not that simple. Reality sinks are often subject to extreme forces within their biology - they typically don't last long after becoming reality sinks, succumbing to cancers or mental deterioration. (Waves hand) And more than that Elias, a reality sink of the magnitude that the report is asking for would be… I mean, there can't be more than a dozen in the whole world! Who knows how many are even capable of base-level thinking? Dr. Light: Dr. Sinclair, what is your suggestion? Dr. Sinclair: Our department has kept tabs on three possible candidates. The first is, unfortunately, very young - a preteen child in Omaha that is a sufficiently powerful reality sink but, of course, cannot become President of the United States. The second, uh… Dr. Light: Yes? Dr. Sinclair: The second is Alto Clef. Dr. Light: Nope. Who's the third? Dr. Sinclair: Well… the third is definitely… definitely an option. New York businessman, media influence, has showed interest in politics in the past. This person isn't quite as potent a reality sink as the other two, but does seem to meet all of our criteria. (Silence) Dr. Light: Alright? That sounds perfect, right? What's the issue? Who is it? Dr. Sinclair: It's, uh… well… Dr. Shaw: (Looking over Dr. Sinclair's shoulder) Oh my god… oh my god it's Donald fucking Trump. (Dr. Shaw begins laughing wildly) Dr. Light: You're serious? Dr. Sinclair: Yes, Director. I'm serious. Dr. Shaw: And I'm seriously fucking dying over here. Holy goddamn shit, this is the greatest fucking day of my life. What a fucking mess. What a goddamn mess. Dr. Light: Eli- Dr. Shaw: No, you deserve this one, Sophia. You all deserve this. The cows have come home to roost for Western Regional Command, I tell you what. I knew this would happen. Every night I would kneel down by my bed and pray to sweet little baby Jesus that he would deliver the same sort of misfortune upon all of you that you laid on me for four fucking years, Sophia. And guess what? Little baby Jesus was a no-show, but this Gorman fellow sure as shit has heard my prayers. Donald goddamn Trump. Hi-fucking-larious. You all are so fucked. You're so fucked. F-U-C-K-E-D. Fucked fucked fucked fucked fucked. Thank you, new demon Jesus. Thank you for this thing you've done for me. Gorman bless America, and Gorman bless the SCP Foundation. Hallelujah, I'm coming home. Donald Trump. Fuck my bright red ass. Silence. Dr. Light: Are you good? Dr. Shaw: Yeah. Yeah, Soph, I'm good. Thank you. Dr. Light: Alright. (Sighs) So this is our best option? Dr. Sinclair: Our thaumatologists ran our findings past the members of the Metaphysical Club. They determined them to be accurate, if not… unfortunate. Dr. Light: And we're sure this will have the intended effect? This will contain the entity? Dr. Sinclair: It, uh, yes. It should. Once Gorman leaves his cocoon, he'll have to expend energy to maintain a physical presence on this plane, but he won't be able to do that if he's losing energy to the sink in the Oval Office. He's bound in a very, uh, very specific sort of way - to the Presidency, specifically. Dr. Light: I see. Silence. Dr. Light: Well? Does anyone else have anything to say? Dr. Pathos Crow: I don't watch the news - who is Donald Trump? Silence. Dr. Everwood: You don't watch the news? Dr. Pathos Crow: I am a dog. Addendum 5004.4: Assorted Pre-Election Project Whirlwind Documents SCP Foundation Internal Memo Western Regional Command From: Sophia Light, Director To: Project Whirlwind Mailing List Subject: Welcome to Project Whirlwind If you're receiving this message, it's because you have been selected to become a member of Project Whirlwind. This project currently carries Level 4 classification, and your personal credentials have been updated to denote this change. Inclusion in this project is mandatory. In late 2012 our occult research teams detected the presence of a massive anomalous entity moving very slowly through spacetime beneath the steps of the United States Capitol Building. Research uncovered that this entity is Old Gorman, a lesser demon summoned by United States Supreme Court Justice Charles Hughes in the early 20th century. Due to enchantments placed on the demon it has since become massive and uncontrollable, and we expect that the entity will emerge from its cocoon in January of 2017. In order to mitigate the effects of this entity on the general public, we have been asked by our occult research teams to place a sufficiently powerful reality sink as the President of the United States. This will weaken the entity significantly and may keep it from manifesting at all. The only sufficiently powerful reality sink that meets the necessary criteria for use in the containment of Old Gorman is Donald J. Trump, an American businessman. Direct influence of this election would open us to possible risk, so we need to be smart about this. Our teams will reach out to international intelligence agencies, think tanks, and lobbying groups in order to drum up support for the candidate. Due to the specifics of this candidate in particular, it's likely that we will need to do some work on the disinformation front, as well. We recognize there are many of you who are shocked and perhaps appalled at this. Trust me, I sympathize. Unfortunately, we are often required in our duties to do things we are uncomfortable with. This is no exception. As such, I am going to require that all of you please keep your unpleasant remarks to yourselves. We just want to roll out Protocol ASHE, negate the effects of the anomalous entity, and then be done with this. I expect you to all do your duties in as professional a manner as you are capable. Maybe it won't be so bad. Thank you, Sophia Light Director, Western Regional Command Attached Responses Sender Subject Body Navarro, Dan… Re: Welcome to Project Wh… Excuse me but what? Kiryu, Dr. M… Respectfully Decline Thank you for your email director, and I know that you said this is mandatory, but I would… Shaw, Dr. El… hahahahahahahahahahahahaha… hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha… Werner, Researcher Li… Re: Welcome to Project Wh… Thank you for your consideration, but I don't understand why we should consider this a bad thing? As a centrist I see… Moose, Director Til… Eli is shitting with me,… Eli is shitting me, right? I need you to tell me I'm being fucke… + 31 Other Messages On June 16, 2015, as Foundation assets were preparing to make contact with and provide discrete resources to a potential Trump Election Committee, Donald Trump announced his candidacy for the United States Presidency. Project Whirlwind then dispatched operatives to various state legislatures and international intelligence committees. Additionally, it was decided that if the candidate's polling was not sufficient by the beginning of 2016, Foundation AIC complexes would be utilized alongside the Department of Information Control and Suppression and the Department of Applied Influence to aggressively campaign for the candidate. Phone Call Transcript Cell Phone of Sophia Light Sophia Light: This is Sophia. Sasha Merlo: Director, it's Sasha. Light: Oh, good. Hang on. (Rustling) Just going over some notes. What do you have? Merlo: So that ambassador, right? Kislyak. We arranged a meeting with him, Dan and I did, after dinner the other night, when- Daniel Navarro: (In the background) Will you just tell her, we can't waste time. Merlo: Yes, fine, sorry. Somebody got to him first. Light: What? Merlo: Exactly! That's what we said! There was a guy here already, an American general, sipping cocktails and the whole- Navarro: (Taking the telephone) It was Michael Flynn, Director. Michael Flynn was here. Light: What was he doing there? Navarro: I think he got here before us? I mean, I'm telling you Director, it's the wildest thing. They were going over all the things we were going to talk about, the sanctions and everything else. Light: Did he recognize either of you? Navarro: Er, no, I don't think he even realized we were there. He was pretty, uh… intoxicated, and… Merlo: (In the background) He was naked! The guy was naked, everything just hanging out there! Whole hog and everything! There were women too! But they weren't naked, only the general! It was buck fucking wild! Navarro: He was indisposed. Light: I don't even know what to make of this. So did you get a chance to talk to the ambassador? Navarro: I mean, sort of? Only insomuch that he recognized we were there, but every time we'd try and bring up the election he'd just sort of laugh and point to Flynn, and then they'd both laugh, and then drink some more. It was really fucking weird. I could barely get a word in edgewise. Light: Alright, so… are we good? Navarro: I… think so? Merlo: (In the background) His whole dong! Just laying out there for the whole world to see! It's like some Mad Max shit over here! SCP Foundation Internal Messaging System SCP-5004-B during the 2016 campaign. To: Light, Sophia [WRC] From: Banner, Garrett [IC&S] Subject: WW Update 10.6.16 Hey boss, hope you're doing well. Just wanted to review something with you before we go forward with it. As has been the case with a lot of this so far, while we have something ready to mitigate this Access Hollywood thing, I'm not sure you're going to want to. I know this sounds crazy, and believe me that I feel like a crazy person telling you, but we ran this past Applied Influence and their polling shows that this actually helps our chances. I know we've only been speculating, but we're really starting to think there must be something else going on here. Are you sure that we're not seeing any other anomalous effects coming from the candidate? Because this sort of thing should kill a candidate with any sort of reasonable person, but for some reason it just… isn't. We can still run the cover if you want, but I've been asked to advise you not to. We have a better chance of this thing working in our favor if we just let it play out - just like we have with everything else. Up to you. Let me know how you'd like to proceed. Banner SCP Foundation Internal Messaging System To: Light, Sophia [WRC] From: Banner, Garrett [IC&S] Subject: WW Update 10.17.16 Good call, I guess. Does this feel weird to you? SCP Foundation Internal Messaging System To: Light, Sophia [WRC] From: Pathos Crow, Kain Subject: quick question hello sophia sorry for the hasty message. elias is here and talking about whirlwind and is laughing at me for not understanding what a golden shower is? can you shed some light on this? he says it is going to be useful to my research but won't tell me what it is. thank you kain Voicemail Transcript Cell Phone of Sophia Light Caller: Agent Sasha Merlo Hey Dr. Light, small problem. I was spotted. The guy about the hacking thing - turns out they'd already done it, way before we got there. Has this been happening a lot? It feels like everywhere I go someone has been there first. Anyway, it's that snake Roger Stone. He knows at least one of my aliases, from an unrelated thing. I don't know if he recognized me, but he definitely saw me. I'm hoping my cover isn't blown over something as stupid as this. I didn't even get to do anything. Sorry, I'm sort of freaking out. I'm going to try and extract by the 23rd. Spent too much time over here. Sorry. Addendum 5004.5: United States Presidential Election of 2016 On November 8, 2016, SCP-5004-B defeated its opponent, Democrat Hillary Clinton, in a surprise upset victory in the United States electoral college. The following are a series of communications that took place shortly after the results were announced that night between various individuals and Project Whirlwind director Sophia Light. Voicemail Transcript Cell Phone of Sophia Light Caller: Dr. Katherine Sinclair Congratulations, I guess. I already received a call from Justice Roberts, they're preparing the necessary rituals. We're in the home stretch now. Call me when you can. Call disconnects Voicemail Transcript Cell Phone of Sophia Light Caller: Alto Clef Good job. Glad it wasn't me. I didn't announce this before but I'm going to take an extended vacation to Italy for a while. Got some reading to catch up on. Call disconnects Voicemail Transcript Cell Phone of Sophia Light Caller: Dr. Elias Shaw Twenty-three seconds of silence. Well fuck. Sixteen seconds of silence. Call disconnects Voicemail Transcript Cell Phone of Sophia Light Caller: Researcher Liam Werner Congratulations Director Light! This is fantastic - a great step forward for both our organization and the United States as a whole! It's been an honor to serve in this mission with you, not just as a researcher but also as a patriot! While I've got you on the phone, can you tell me why everyone seems so upset about this? As a centrist, I really find it important to see issues from both- Call disconnects Voicemail Transcript Cell Phone of Sophia Light Caller: Dr. Charles Gears Kain tells me you're in a bad place. You shouldn't be upset; this is a great success. The Foundation's mission is to preserve and protect - we don't necessarily need to enjoy it. You've done well. But, of course, more work to be done. Give me a call when you're available. Call disconnects Phone Call Transcript Cell Phone of Sophia Light Sophia Light: H- one moment, sorry. Hi, this is Sophia. Hello? Simon Glass: Sophia, it's Simon. Good evening. Light: Oh, oh. Simon. God, I'm sorry, I totally forgot about- Glass: No apology necessary. I know you've had a busy night. Light: Yeah, I just… sorry. Glass: It's ok. I can call later, if you'd like. Light: No, please, now is fine. Let me just- (Rustling) Glass: Are you alone? Light: Yes, of course. I've been in that command center all goddamn day, I just needed to step out for a moment. I'm so sick and tired of looking at CNN, FOX, MSNBC, 538, whoever. Glass: Elections can be a lot. Light: Especially this one. Especially this one. Glass: But it's over now, right? You've completed what you were setting out to do? Silence. Glass: Sophia? Light: Yes, sorry. Yeah, this is the result we were hoping for. Definitely, this solves a lot of our problems. Glass: So… what's on your mind? Light: What do you mean? Glass: I mean, we haven't spoken in a while. Something has to be bothering you. Light: I- Simon, I don't- Glass: (Laughing) Don't worry. This is literally my job, I get it. I'm happy to help. What's on your mind? Light: (Pauses) Do you know how many agents we had out in the field for Project Whirlwind? Glass: Hmmm. A few dozen? Light: One hundred sixty. One of Western Command's biggest operations in its existence. We mobilized the full force of Misinformation, Applied Force, RAISA, all in the hopes of making the least electable candidate in modern American politics somehow more palatable to the voters' appetite, and we didn't even need to. Glass: Hmmm? What do you mean? Light: Every step of the way, when we were trying to purposefully corrupt the American political sphere, there was somebody already there. Someone with their foot already on the gas. Our potential grassroots campaigns in swing states? We didn't need them. They sprung up on their own. The demonstrations, the covert operations, the under-the-table deals. All of it. Glass: What are you saying? Light: We didn't accomplish anything here, Simon. We rolled out one of the largest influence campaigns and achieved nothing. Today's result happens even if we had stayed out of it completely. Glass: Oh. (Pauses) That means… Light: Yeah. Silence. Glass: Well. I guess, at the end of the day, what's done is done, right? We did what we needed to do, now we can let the Justices and Sinclair's group take it from here. Light: Yeah. At least it's done. Glass: Look, I've got a really nice bottle of Marchesi di Barolo Arneis I was holding onto for some sort of victory celebration, but I can have it sent over if you'd like. Feel like you might need it more than me. Light: Ugh. (Sighs) Yeah. That actually sounds nice. Bring it with you when you come over. Glass: You sure? Light: Yeah. Eli is camped out in my living room right now, half unconscious and throwing cold french fries at the TV and shouting about how grateful he is that Bush is going to look great by comparison. I could use some buffer. Glass: (Laughs) You got it. I'll be right over. Addendum 5004.6: Containment of SCP-5004-A Ruth Bader Ginsburg channeling powerful magic during the inauguration of SCP-5004-B. On January 20, 2017, SCP-5004-B was inaugurated as the 45th President of the United States. During the inauguration, which was scarcely attended6, Foundation thaumatologists (as well as the three remaining members of the Metaphysical Club) confirmed that SCP-5004-A did begin to manifest in the baseline universe. However, as expected the entity was immediately affected by SCP-5004-B, which reduced SCP-5004-A's size considerably, likely as a defense mechanism against SCP-5004-B. The entity, now visible on infrared but otherwise invisible and intangible, came to rest above the head of SCP-5004-B where it stayed, curled into a tight fetal position roughly 2m in diameter. Phone Call Transcript Cell Phone of Sophia Light John Roberts: This is John. Sophia Light: Justice Roberts, this is Agent Halogen. Roberts: Ah, the director. We've heard all about you. Light: I'm sure. Are we good? Roberts: In general, or? Light: Regarding our friend. Roberts: Ah, yes. Gorman. Justice Ginsburg assures us that he has reduced- Ruth Bader Ginsburg: (In the background) I could have smote him, Jonathan! Throttled his vile little demon neck with these powerful claws! There is no demon that can stand against me! Roberts: …reduced, ah, one moment. (Away) Ruth, please, I'm trying to- Ginsburg: (In the background) You just wait, Jonathan! You just wait. One of these days you're going to require my great and terrible power and you'll have squandered it on parlor tricks! Roberts: I- sorry. Yes, everything seems fine. We'll continue to monitor the situation in Washington and report back to your uh, your agents with any updates. Light: Alright. Thanks again for your help, you and your colleagues have been invaluable to our efforts. Ginsburg: (In the background) Stephen I swear to god, give me my hat back or I'm going to come over there and do some real wizard shit to you. Roberts: (Pauses) Yes. Invaluable. Thanks again for calling, Director. Addendum 5004.7: Appointment of the Special Prosecutor In May of 2017, following SCP-5004-B's dismissal of FBI Director James Comey, Deputy Attorney General Rod Rosenstein appointed former FBI Director Robert Mueller to assume responsibility for the organization's probe into whether the Trump campaign had conspired with the Russian government to subvert the 2016 election. Shortly after this, Diane French, a Foundation liaison within the FBI's Unusual Incidents Unit, was contacted by Agent Carmen Maldonado, an appointed UIU contact, who relayed information concerning the upcoming investigation. French: Alright, hang on… ok, it's on. Let's hear it. Maldonado: Wait, wait, I need to know something. French: What? Maldonado: Did you all interfere with the election? French: What? Wh- what would ever, uh, ever make you think that? Maldonado: I know you all have been handling SUSPIRA-PRIME. Some others do, too. The UIU can keep its mouth shut, but there are other elements at play here, Diane. I need to know if you were involved. French: I mean, not really… Maldonado: What!? What does "not really" mean? French: Look, alright, I wasn't part of that group, but maybe there was some stuff going on. I don't know if any of it ended up making a difference, I sort of got the feeling that what happened was kind of a foregone conclusion. Maldonado: Ah, shit. Shit. Shit. French: What? Why? What's wrong? You said the UIU can keep a secret! Maldonado: Yes, yes, we will. But there's… ah shit. French: There's what? Maldonado: The Deputy Attorney General has appointed a special prosecutor. This thing is going critical, and if any of you have had your hands in this thing, they're going to find out. French: Oh, Jesus, Carmen, that's all? Why would you try and get me all- Maldonado: It's Mueller, Diane. Robert Mueller is the special prosecutor. French: Oh. (Pauses) Oh shit. Addendum 5004.8: Phone Call Tip by Unknown Agent UIU Agent Maldonado was able to provide a transcript of a voicemail left on an FBI answering machine which appears to tip-off agents of the Special Prosecutor to actions taken by Foundation agents. The phone call, which originated from a pay phone in an abandoned Pennsylvania mall, lasts for roughly 20 seconds. The caller does not appear to ever be holding the phone to their mouth, and instead seems to be shouting at the phone from a short distance. Voicemail Transcript FBI Answering Machine Caller: Unknown Wormest conflabu-stations upon your lawns, cack! It me, fell of adgentries of the Flam-Bam-Interslam — like self yours, mayhaps? Anymews, it am news: Donge l’Orange de la Trumpeter Swange not only cacked a repparté mélange mit der Tsar Poutine the Borzoi-surrounded — but yonder Essypee Fondue Pots damnsquelves! Suggestistan: Flutter trapsily thro’ the intercacks, and Igor promptly upon Herr Doktor Rogerstein, for he am viddied the unprettied. But lo! The me must exacticute foremost stealth-having and quiet-being! The no-see-um covenant hath bondaged my james and muffined my puffin! The Bandersnitches SMERSH my even eachery spindelstrappen. So fleeways, I, with QUIETLIKE — [unintelligible from volume] — in closer, cack and tooten gag and several mele kalikimakas thee’s-way. Silence The sound of several keys being dialed Salutortions, Hut of the Peats! Orderage is thusly: one Ecks-Ecks-and-Ell Stranglefruit Lovers’, stoofen m’cruffen, hold the gacklegrapes, and — cack? Am it Peats Heats? …oh, CA — Call disconnects The pay phone was later found to be disintegrated by a powerful sonic force. Addendum 5004.9: The Mueller Investigation Robert Swan Mueller III. Phone Call Transcript Cell Phone of Sophia Light (UIU Director) Cooper Dean: Cooper Dean speaking. Sophia Light: It's Sophia. Dean: Oh fuck. Light: Yeah, oh fuck. Dean: Now Sophia, just calm down- Light: Calm down? Calm down? Do you know how far up past my fucking tits I am in this thing now, Cooper? You remember when I sat you down, with a whole list of operations we were planning to roll out, but due to the unraveling of this country's collective moral fabric had no need to? Do you remember when I told you that we didn't have any hands in what happened, and showed you all that evidence to support that? Dean: Well, yes, Sophia, I do remember that, but- Light: Then I need you to fucking tell me why I'm getting all of these calls about my goddamn agents being tracked down by the fucking feds. We are trying to run a massive, multi-national clandestine world-preserving operation over here, Cooper, and I'm having a hard fucking time doing that if my guys have to be looking over their shoulders every time they so much as stop to take a shit. Dean: Ok, now listen, we did warn you that now was a very sensitive time to be mucking about with elections. I remember you being told very specifically not to- Light: How the fuck are you not getting this yet you blisteringly asinine ass-fish? We didn't do anything! We wanted to, nay, we needed to influence your elections so that we could take care of an existential threat that you have apparently known about for some time and refused to do anything about but sit back and wait for an octogenarian judge to flatten half of the capital in the process of doing your job! But even after all that, we didn't need to, Cooper, so we didn't. We didn't do it. I told you, each and every step of the way, we didn't do shit. So why am I now hearing about how we're getting subpoenas and being trailed by black vans and I want to know what you want me to do. Dean: Look, it's not my fault! The Attorney General's office could've selected anyone! They're the ones who decided to call up perhaps the greatest investigatory mind of a generation! Light: Cooper. Listen. I need you to listen to me very closely. We know of at least one occasion where one of our agents was possibly recognized by someone. Maybe there were some situations where someone left a fingerprint somewhere it shouldn't have been. These things happen, Cooper. (Pauses) What do I need to do to make this go away? Because if I can't make it go away, and they start to dig up some other stuff? Then we're all fucked. Dean: I mean… do you have that piss tape? Light: Cooper. Dean: What! That would definitely sell, and nobody can seem to find it! Look, your guys are getting involved because they were hanging out with the Russians. If they get some of them to squeal, they might give something up. Sounds to me like you need to start doing some brain blasting, or mind melting, or cranium… calibration… whatever you call it, with the needles and the drugs. Light: Your idea is to amnesticize every Russian our agents have encountered over the last two years? We'd have to hit half of Moscow. Dean: Look, honestly Sophia, I don't know what to tell you. Everyone is tied up in this thing right now. I mean, he could just as easily start digging into some of our stuff and turn up some things we don't want people to see. You want my honest advice? Go do a little shmoozing with the uh, shit, what's her name… the blonde with the crazy eyes- Light: Ann Coulter. Dean: Nope. Light: Tomi Lahren. Dean: Nope. Light: Laura Ingraham. Dean: Nope. Light: Lindsey Graham. Dean: Nope. Light: Kellyanne Conway. Dean: That's the one. Her or the President's daughter or something. I'm not saying they can take some of the heat off of this for you, but you'd be shocked how many bodies they've been able to hide under the rug already. (Laughs) I mean, I mean, it's like a goddamn cemetery in there, Sophia! (More nervous laughter) Light: That's- man. That's really dumb, Cooper. (Pauses) Which daughter? Dean: What do you mean, which daughter? Which one do you think is running all of this shit? Light: Ivanka. Dean: Ding ding ding. Just get in the room with her and her dad, bring them a fucking - I don't know - a KFC big bucket or whatever greasy shit he likes, and just explain that you're from whatever front company you have set up for this, you were maybe aiding the campaign, and that you just want to make sure you're ok. Light: This is fucking stupid. Dean: Yeah, well, welcome to post-goddamn-truth America, Sophia. This is just what we do now. Make sure you get some of those biscuits, too. Big boy loves his biskies. After this conversation, Foundation assets within the United States Federal Government arranged a meeting between the leadership of the newly formed Special Committee Regarding Robert Mueller's Investigation - Director Sophia Light, Senior Researcher Mark Kiryu, Dr. Elias Shaw (in the body of a 19-year-old female), and Dr. Kain Pathos Crow - and the President and his family. The four were posing as a wealthy foreign family and their dog. Dr. Crow, who was equipped with a number of concealed listening devices, developed a complex series of barks, whimpers, and other dog-based actions used to communicate with the rest of the team7. Internal Audio Recording Transcript In Attendance: Dr. Sophia Light - Director, Foundation Western Regional Command Dr. Kain Pathos Crow - Director, Special Projects Dr. Elias Shaw - Director, Personnel Dr. Mark Kiryu - Senior Researcher Donald J. Trump - President of the United States Melania Trump - First Lady of the United States Ivanka Trump - Senior Advisor to the President Donald Trump, Jr. Eric Trump Recording begins. Light: -elcoming us to your uh, your home, Mr. President and Mrs… President. I. Trump: You are certainly welcome here, Mr. and Mrs…? Kiryu: Uh, Strelnikov. Yes, we are proud Russian family, me and my wife and this child- Light: (Coughs loudly) Kiryu: -er, my child, and our dog. D. Trump: Yes, yes. The Russians, very proud. Strong heritage. Like ours, but not as strong. (Squints) Say there, I've never seen a Russian with your sort of… how to be politically correct… squinty Asian eyes. Are you a mongol or something? Kiryu: I- uh- I, no, well, yes, my mother was Chinese, but- D. Trump: Ahhhh, mail order bride. Say no more. Well, welcome to the White House. Domo arigato, amigo. Let's eat. Light: Yes. Let's do that. As you can see, we've brought for you only the finest American take-out cuisine: McDonalds, Burger King, Taco Bell, and Kentucky Fried Chick- E. Trump: Did you get biscuits? D. Trump: Yes, did you get biscuits? E. Trump: And gravy, dad; did they get gravy? D. Trump Jr.: Now, calm down there buddy. Looks like a big ole bag of biscuits right in there. E. Trump: Oh good. I like biscuits. D. Trump: Mmmmmmmm. He has good taste. This is my son, Eric. He like biscuits. Light: I… yes. The group sits and begins to eat. I. Trump: So, Mrs. Strelnikov, our mutual friend tells us that your family may have had some… discrete dealings that we should discuss. D. Trump: Yes, yes. Dealings. Anyone who is a friend of Russia - of the Russia, of those, of you- the Russians, are good friends of ours. M. Kiryu: Yes, uh… our family owns some… businesses, and some of our… employees… may have possibly been meeting with some uh, well, some people from your campaign. D. Trump: Yes, our very successful campaign. The most successful in his-tor-y, in fact. A friend of the campaign, is a friend of the Russians. Is a friend of mine. I. Trump: Agreed, daddy. Well, we are happy to offer our thanks and newly acquired Federal resources to anyone who made efforts to get us here. What are you looking for? Light: We aren't looking for financial compensation, Mrs. Trump - we're more concerned about the pressure we're getting from the Special Prosecutor. D. Trump: Ah, you mean Crooked Hillary, Cryin' Chuck and Slippery James Comey's witch hunt? D. Trump Jr.: Ugh, it's such a witch hunt daddy. E. Trump: Yes, witch hunt daddy! Unfair! I. Trump: Witch hunt daddy yes. M. Trump: Is witch hunt. Light: Yes, it is certainly something. We just want to make sure that our uh, our assets aren't exposed, if you catch my drift. Shaw: Mom says I shouldn't expose my assets because the President might want to grab them. Crow: (Panicked barking) D. Trump: Yes, yes. Very beautiful, your daughter. Like my own. If she wasn't my daughter, who knows. You never know. I know, but most people don't know, most people I haven't- I wouldn't say, some people would- but beauty is in the eye of, uh, its the eye of the beholder, and I am beholding you, definitely, definitely- good energy, yes, really well formed, very shapely, buxom- you know, with the big, and- Light: (Interrupting) We just want to know what we can do to take some of the heat off. The Special Prosecutor is already starting to trail some of our people and ask questions that none of want to be answered, you understand? I. Trump: We certainly understand. I think we can see to it that some of their investigatory assets are… preoccupied. Eric? E. Trump: That's me! I. Trump: Didn't your business partner have a little oopsie last summer? You know, the one you helped cover up? E. Trump: Yes! He ran over a hooker with his car! I helped bury the body! Shaw: What the fuck. I. Trump: Ok, well, I need you to accidentally send those texts you sent to him that night to Mrs. Pelosi, alright? E. Trump: Hmmmm. But dad says Pelosi is a shrieking goblin vagina! D. Trump: Ah ah ah, son. Let's be reasonable. I said slobbering goblin vagina. E. Trump: Sorry dad! I. Trump: I know, but we need to let some ballast out, ok? Can you do that for me? E. Trump: Mmmmmm… ok. But I dropped my phone in the toilet earlier, so I guess I need to go get it. (Stands and grabs two more cheeseburgers before leaving) D. Trump Jr.: He's a good guy, ole Eric. M. Trump: He is guy. D. Trump: So, kemosabe. What business are you in, hmm? Property? Oil? Coal? Kiryu: Uh, we are in nuclear, why- D. Trump: That's great, that's great, nuclear - it's great, not the best, not the- maybe top five, top four. My uncle, you know, great physicist, MIT, Dr. John Trump, very wise, he told me - he was a great chemist, he said nuclear, it's great, many applications, like coal, but coal is in the ground, and nuclear is in space, but he said the power - you wonder why we even try with the nuclear, since it's in space, but we can do it, they tell me - and it's this kind of power that you, my uncle, he said - very smart, big brain, good genes, Trump genes, very successful - he said that the, the space is really the final frontier - he said that, my uncle, John Trump, very smart, he said "space is the final frontier", but he didn't - we have this coal here in the ground, so maybe the ground is our final frontier - that's something, they can - that's - they can say I said that, "ground is the final frontier, with the coal", because space, you know, it's so far away with the nuclear, and let the Persians and the, the- the China, the- you know, ping pang pong, let them figure out space, and we can get it right here, not the nuclear, but coal, here in America, no lost jobs, just put out workers in the ground so they- it's expensive, you know, sending people to space for nuclear. Kiryu: I- (pauses) agree? D. Trump: Good, good. Smart, very smart, like me - not as smart as me, but smart. Good enough for China, right? Shaw: Mom, dad, I just shit my pants. Light: What? Shaw: I shit. My pants. Crow: (Frantic barking) Light: Ah, yes, we should be going, it appears as if my uh, my adult daughter has soiled herself. D. Trump: It's fine, it's fine. Normally you have to pay extra for that. Shaw: Mom I'm about to shit myself again. Kiryu: Thank you all for the hospitality, we really do uh, do appreciate it. Light: Hang on - Mr. President, before we go, just to ask, how have you been feeling recently? What with everything that's been going on. Shaw: Mom I am squeezing shit out of my ass as we speak can we go. D. Trump: Me? I'm fine, fine. Healthy. Strong health, very big and strong. Powerful grip, you know. Big hands, strong. Healthy. A little tired, though, probably from all the winning we've been doing recently. The winning really takes it out of you. Feel like there's something - I don't know, you feel like - it's a weight, being this incredible - they call me the Chosen One, you know, and that's a burden, it's a - it's a responsibility, so it feels like something hanging over you, sometimes, the success. Light: Interesting. Alright, thanks again for your help. I. Trump: Any time. Feel free to let us know any time you want to come over or make donations to our organization. Maybe next time you'll come with a daughter less likely to shit herself. Shaw: Bitch I will fucking- Crow: (Loud barking) D. Trump: Who let this - I mean, it's a dog, but it's inside? A dog inside? Who opened the door for this, I assume, it's a dog so it has to come from outside? Get it out. It's a dog, right? Looks like a dog. Alright, time to go, bye bye pooch. Let's go. Nice to meet you, Mr. Vodka Miyagi. Recording ends After this meeting, a region-wide memo was circulated instructing personnel how to respond if approached by any members of the Special Prosecutor's investigative team. Various cover stories were assigned to at-risk agents, and a concerted effort was made to conceal evidence of possible Foundation involvement with any affiliated individuals during the time frame in question. Internal Audio Recording Transcript In Attendance: Agent Overton - FBI Investigator Agent Gentry - FBI Investigator Agent Sasha Merlo Recording begins. Overton: Good afternoon. My name is Agent Overton, this is Agent Gentry, we're investigators with the Federal Bureau of Investigation. You're here because you were linked to possible illegal behavior involving members of a foreign state and officials from the President's election campaign. Now, before we get started, can you give us your name? Merlo: Troy Lament. Gentry: (Pauses) Your name is Troy? Merlo: It is. Overton: I see. Ms. Lament, is it true that you were at the residence of Saveliy Sapozhnikov while he was hosting campaign officials in contact with Wikileaks founder Julian Assange? Merlo: Yes. Gentry: And is it true that you were there at the same time as Roger Stone? Merlo: Yes. Overton: Were you involved in any illegal activity being hosted at that residence? Merlo: I was not. Gentry: Then why were you there? Merlo: I am a piss artist. Gentry: You- uh, you're a what? Merlo: A piss artist, sir. I am an artist who pisses. Overton: I don't know if I understand. Merlo: Let me spell it out for you. All day, I drink. Sometimes vodka. Sometimes milk. Oftentimes water. Then, all the day long, I do not piss. I hold it inside me, waiting, until the moment that serendipity strikes me. Then, I squat over my canvas. Sometimes it is the ground. Sometimes it the hide of an animal. Oftentimes it is people. They lay on their back and I expel my- Gentry: Alright, alright, that's enough. So you were there to piss on people? Merlo: I am very good at it. Overton: And you weren't violating campaign laws? Merlo: Is it against your campaign laws to piss upon your fellow man? Gentry: It is not. Merlo: Then no. I did not. Overton: I see. This is certainly not what we expected when we brought you in here. Merlo: Me neither. I assumed you were calling me here to piss on you. Overton: We very much were not. Merlo: I see. The mystery reveals itself at last. Gentry: I don't know what that's referencing, but alright. Merlo: Indeed. In any case, if you could please direct me to your nearest latrine, I find myself in fairly dire straits that are going to resolve themselves quickly one way or another. Recording ends Addendum 5004.10: Unexpected Revelations On the evening of July 4th, 2019, GOI Liaison Justine Everwood received several urgent phone messages from Chief Justice John Roberts concerning SCP-5004-A. After being alerted to the situation, Western Regional Director Sophia Light contacted the Chief Justice through a secure line to gather more information. Phone Call Transcript Cell Phone of Sophia Light John Roberts: Hello? Sophia Light: This is Halogen. Roberts: Oh, thank god. It's a disaster. Light: What's happened? Roberts: Something about Gorman changed recently. We've been monitoring him to see how close we are to seeing him removed from our plane entirely, but Justice Ginsburg has been detecting additional demonic forces at work. We were trying to sleuth out what was happening, when disaster struck! The President has been absconded with, by dark forces, to the Capitol Building! Ruth has already left our chambers to go confront this new and powerful foe! She needs your help! Light: Ah fuck me running. Do you know anything about who has kidnapped the President? Roberts: No, only that… they must have come from inside the White House. Light: That is frustratingly ominous, John. We need to work on that. Roberts: Quickly! I am using my power to create a haze in the minds of D.C.'s citizens, but I can't hold it forever! Light: Got it. We're on our way. Director Light, as well as Mobile Task Force Gemini-4 "Federalist Paupers", flew immediately from their staging site in Norfolk, Virginia to the United States Capitol Building. The assembled team, as well as Agents Navarro and Merlo, met with Chief Justice John Roberts, who broke the arcane seal on the door to the Capitol rotunda and allowed them to enter. Video Recording Transcript Mobile Task Force Gem-4 Interior of the Capitol rotunda is lit in a dull red light. Four pedestals are assembled in the center of the chamber, with four bodies laying on them. The misshapen form of SCP-5004-A, now barely visible, floats in the air between the bodies. A single figure stands upright, arms outstretched towards the entity. Director Light: (Points firearm towards the figure) Freeze, goddammit. Let me see those hands! Mysterious Figure: My hands are already up, you filthy peasant! Light: Who the fuck do you think you are, calling me a filthy peasant? What sort of witchcraft bullshit is this? Turn around! The mysterious figure pauses, then turns. Their hood falls from their face, and their identity is revealed. Agent Merlo: Tiffany Trump? Light: Ah shit. Tiffany Trump: What? Oh! Oh, shit, there are people here! Uh… yes! It is me, Tiffany, greatest demonic sorceress who ever lived! Light: Where in the world did you come from? This is supposed to have been resolved, how did you get here? T. Trump: Me? Well, just the other day I was walking through the White House, eating the precious biscuit crumbs my family had graciously left for me to subsist on, and I passed by my father passed out on the couch. Normally I would just pass by, but instead it was like another eye had been opened in my brain and I could see the clearly the form of my new daddy! Now, using the might of my dark sorcery he gave me in that moment, I will summon the All-Mighty Old Gorman! Then, as thanks for my assistance in bringing him back to the material plane, he will grant me his truly awesome power! Light: You know that if you absorb any part of that thing's essence you're fucked, right? T. Trump: I- what? Light: It's your dad, you dumbass. Your dad is a reality sink. Means demons and shit become less real around him. Hell, even your "dark sorcery" will become less real around him. Only difference is, Gorman is a swollen, powerful primordial demon and you're a child. Being that close to him for any amount of time would shred your essence to bits. T. Trump: Wait- hang on, what? How do you know that? Light: What do you- what do you think we've been doing this whole time? Why do you think we're here? We've been watching this thing for years, we've known about Gorman since… god, since a while. T. Trump: But Gorman daddy told me I was the first person to ever see him! Light: Alright well he lied. Because he's a demon, and that's what they do. Now put the sorcery down, step away from the demon, and let's all go home unscathed. T. Trump: I… wait… no… no! No! Gorman daddy wouldn't lie to me! You're the liar! Light: Enough of this dumb shit - open fire. MTF Gem-4 begins firing at Tiffany Trump, but the bullets dissolve upon contact with some sort of anomalous barrier. She turns back towards the pedestals, and raises her hands. The bodies of Ivanka, Donald Jr., and Eric Trump rise into the air. T. Trump: Gorman daddy! Hear my call! From the abyss from whence you came, to rule over this mortal world, I call you to seize this place for your own! Take these souls as sacrifice, and together we will shape the Earth to our whims! The three bodies begin to glow. Floating above SCP-5004-B, SCP-5004-A begins to spin and bulge. Waves of pressure push out from the center of the chamber. As the three bodies begin moving towards the form of SCP-5004-A, there is a bang in the back of the room. Navarro: Nani?! A back door into the rotunda opens, and Ruth Bader Ginsburg, adorned in full wizard regalia and holding a long staff, enters the chamber. The door slams shut behind her and locks. The justice cracks her knuckles. Ginsburg: So. Pancake-faced bitch decided to step, huh. T. Trump: Pancake-faced? Who are you calling a bitch, you raggedy hag? Ginsburg: You've got one chance, kid. Get out before I start clapping cheeks around here. T. Trump: Excuse me, my new demon daddy says I don't have to listen to anything some old bitch has to say. Turn around and walk right back to the old folks' home, granny. Ginsburg: (Sighs) I have been waiting… waiting for so many years to throw one of these hands at your little guy Gorman there. (Cracks neck) Now I get the pleasure of packing this dumb blonde into my pipe and smoking her too. T. Trump: I'd like to see you try, you gangly- A burst of bright violet light erupts from the end of Ginsburg's staff. A bolt of energy arcs across the room and smashes against Tiffany Trump's open hand before being reflected up into the ceiling. Trump turns to stare at the justice, wide-eyed. Ginsburg: Let's fucking go, you afterthought. Additional bolts of violet energy streak towards Tiffany Trump from the end of Ginsburg's staff. Trump counters with dark red tendrils of red energy that whip towards the justice, striking against a violet barrier that manifests around Ginsburg. The two continue on for some time. Light: (To MTF Gem-4) What are you all standing around looking for? Go grab those bodies! Members of the mobile task force approach the center of the room. Tiffany Trump notices this, and turns back to the glowing bodies. T. Trump: Gorman daddy! Take me as well! Bring us to ascension, daddy! There is a flash of red light and a low, loud, droning sound. All recording equipment momentarily cuts out. Shortly afterwards, cameras reactivate. Standing on one side of the room is Ruth Bader Ginsburg, eyes glowing white. Across from her, through the dust and haze and levitating three meters off the ground is a colossal, three-headed, vaguely humanoid entity with the legs of a horse, the torso of an extremely obese man, four arms with small hands at their ends and three long human-adjacent necks, ending at the tortured heads of Ivanka, Donald Jr. and Eric Trump, each of which bellows in agony. In the center of the chest is a face with bulging lips, sunken red eyes, and a grotesque rotten beard. Slow, rolling laughter begins to echo across the room from within the demonic hybrid, which itself is bathed in red light. SCP-5004-A: Oh ho ho ho. Finally, I am free. Free to lay waste to this world. I am Old Gorman, and I am so glad to be out of that goddamn bubble. Light: Excuse you? SCP-5004-A: Excuse me? How about excuse you. One of you puts me in a bubble for one hundred years, and you don't think I would come out of there pissed off? No way. Fuck every single one of you. I hope your mouths smells like ass for the rest of your lives - which will be short, by the way, because I'm about to take this show on the road. Ginsburg: Like hell you are. SCP-5004-A: (Turns to acknowledge Ginsburg) Oho, isn't this something. A little magician, all dolled up in her little robes. Let me guess - you're planning on casting one of your little spells at Old Gorman, yes? Perhaps a little fireball, or a little shower of sparks? (Laughs) You are small, and I am going to shit on your fa- Brilliant violet light bursts from the end of Ginsburg's staff. SCP-5004-A rears back and away from it, but it seemingly rooted to the ground by circles of the same violet light that emerge around its four legs. The entity shrieks as more violet energy pours out of the staff forming sharp, geodesic lines that arc across the room and shimmer with arcane energy. Suddenly, the sonorous voice of Ruth Bader Ginsburg can be heard across the entire chamber. Powerful wizard Ruth Bader Ginsburg. Ginsburg: Old Gorman! For too long, your presence on this plane has been a poison that seeps across this city! Dragging you up from that pit from whence you came was a mistake, and frankly Charles Hughes should be ashamed of himself. SCP-5004-A: (Through screams) Agreed! Ginsburg: Now, by the power vested in me by Big Ben Franklin's Academy for Wizards and the United States Federal Government, I hereby demand that you eat - my - ass! The light intensifies. SCP-5004-A squeals. The US Capitol Building shakes. All recording devices are deactivated. Addendum 5004.11: A Resolution Internal Audio Recording Transcript Recording begins Shaw: So. Light: So. Shaw: So are we good now? Light: I mean… yeah, I think so. Justice Roberts has assured me that Gorman is sealed back in his weakened form. They're expecting he'll dissipate sometime in early 2021. Shaw: Just in time for reelection. Light: Right? Shaw: And the Trump kids? Light: Well, Justice Ginsburg managed to save Ivanka, Donald Jr. and Eric, but whatever was left of Tiffany was… I mean, there wasn't much left. Fortunately, we were able to find a convincing enough body double to fill in for the foreseeable future. Until we can fake her death or something. Shaw: Sort of a big risk though, isn't it? Replacing a member of such a well-known family like that? Light: You'd think? But turns out most people never actually knew what Tiffany looked like. Shaw: Hmm. Yeah. I guess you're right. Silence. Shaw: So what have we learned? Light: Learned? Shaw: Yeah. If you were going to take anything away from this, what would it be? Light: Hmmm… oh! Did I tell you that he told me what covfefe means? Shaw: Really? What is it? Light: It means [DATA EXPUNGED] Shaw: [DATA EXPUNGED] Light: I know! Pretty mysterious, right? Recording ends Footnotes 1. Evidence suggest that neither is more likely than the other, and that Justice Hughes may have accidentally set SCP-5004-A against the United States as a result of his own dissatisfaction with the outcome of the election. 2. A community of influential wizards, sorcerers, occultists and thaumatologists in the late 1800s. Met monthly in Cambridge, Massachusetts. 3. Hughes notes that this was a "ruby of some value taken from a bank" but does not elaborate on which bank. 4. As the entity had not yet been classified, all documentation from the Ledermann Commission use the entity's assumed name instead of a standard designation. 5. A designation for physical locations separated from this universe that do not exist in a higher or lower spatial dimension, nor do they exist in a separate reality altogether. Evidence of extraplanar spaces have existed for hundreds of years, and are most likely localized spatial abnormalities that mirror certain locations within the baseline universe (or Prime Material Plane, as it is often called by arcanists and thaumatologists). The means by which these extraplanar spaces are created is currently unknown, though evidence suggests they are generated either by a sufficiently catastrophic event in the baseline universe (such as the proposed "Fifth World"), a sufficiently powerful entity (such as with the █████ █████ ████████ in which ███ ████████, or SCP-2317, is currently located), or sufficiently powerful belief by a large number of creatures capable of intelligent thought (such as the Christian "Heaven" and "Hell"). How these locations come to be populated is still unknown. 6. 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SCP-5005 | euclid | The night does not give such easy answers. close Info X SCP-5005: Lamplight Author: Tufto. This is their entry for the SCP-5000 competition. More of their work can be found here. Image: Can be found here, under a CC0 1.0 license. BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL The following file is Level 4/5005 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 5005 Item #: SCP-5005 Level 4/5005 Classified A picture of one of SCP-5005's "burning" lamps in the Aetherium district; similar in effect to sodium lamps but based on thaumaturgy rather than mainstream technology. Special Containment Procedures: Diplomatic relations with SCP-5005 have been established under the terms of the Sarai Treaty. A permanent researcher is to be stationed on SCP-5005 at all times, whose presence can only be allowed or rescinded by the agreement of the project lead and two Foundation psychologists. Other Foundation personnel are permitted conditional research access to SCP-5005 with the approval of their supervisor. Access is gained via a Scranton-Meyerbeer Arc from Site-Q46, located in the Aadzain Universe on the far side of the Western Cluster. Contact your extrauniversal contact for more information. Personnel are reminded that a prolonged stay in SCP-5005 may be severely emotionally taxing, and are encouraged to consider their own mental health before entering. Description: SCP-5005 is a human settlement, located 3449 whalons to the Multiversal East of the Central Reality Compass and 87 whalons beyond where matter is ordinarily capable of permanently existing. Consequently, it is the most remote settlement created by a sentient creature and the most remote matter in existence. SCP-5005 is constructed on an expanse of an earth-like substance, which acts as a fertile soil. The extent of this expanse is unknown, as it is impossible to engage in long-term exploration beyond the limits of SCP-5005-1's light range. SCP-5005-1 is a large biomechanical lantern suspended over SCP-5005. SCP-5005-1's light possesses a degree of reality stabilisation far in excess of any other known examples, allowing for the permanent existence of matter within its light range. However, SCP-5005-1's capacity as a light source is limited and temperamental. Due to its size and distance from SCP-5005, its lux illumination is relatively low in the settlement. It is frequently described as being similar to the light of a full moon on Earth. SCP-5005-1 is suspended above SCP-5005 by a large protruding tendril, which emerges from the expanse and forms an arc above SCP-5005. The tendril is believed to be constructed from an artificially hardened and strengthened form of the expanse-substance. The composition of the expanse-substance is unknown. Various scholars have proposed a link to Sriskan holochrome, which possesses a similarly unusual molecular structure. However, the archeological record of Sriska is very limited, and no currently known Sriskan technologies could create something on the scale of the expanse-substance. The residents of SCP-5005 refer to the substance as "mahi loam", a word which has no known connection to any of the cultures on SCP-5005 and is of unknown provenance; further investigation is required. The following is an assessment of other anecdotal evidence and theories concerning SCP-5005's surroundings by Dr. Hamish Franklin, Project Lead on SCP-5005. Although the historical documentation surrounding SCP-5005's founding and history is relatively extensive, any scientific understanding of the town's surroundings or its light source remains beyond our capabilities. It is clear from the mechanical elements within SCP-5005-1 that it is a synthetic creation of an unknown civilisation, but there is nothing we can find that is remotely similar to it. There are some - some - similarities to Sriskan technologies within the substance of the expanse, but that kind of molecular structure has its forebears in any number of universes in that cluster and beyond - Aadzain, Harkhret, Kharak. What all of them lack is anything even slightly as advanced as SCP-5005-1, which can create almost Earth-like conditions in the midst of unreality. Any number of theories have come forward. A research experiment of the old Empire, a neo-Oestrian birthing ground, an Aadzainian horse-culling centre - one biologist even thought it could be the remains of a Harkhret pioneer's anglerfish! These ideas are innovative but remain, at best, only mere speculation. Not even the populace can provide any clues. Whatever ancient people made it must be long dead now. We cannot send Foundation personnel beyond the city limits, of course - far too dangerous - and most anecdotes from the town's explorers simply speak of more and more dark, and that gradual unsettling feeling that they'd been away from the light for too long. Would-be pioneers have either been driven back swiftly or have disappeared. Only one anecdote has been preserved that holds any interest for us. Roughly a century ago, a particularly daring (or drunken) poet decided to pick a direction and head that way as long as possible. He was just about suicidal enough to stick with it longer than most others, but not so determined that he didn't eventually turn back. Out there, many miles away, he happened to glance at his hand and saw it begin to unravel. In a panic, he stared across the landscape, and saw a brief glint on the horizon. Thinking it was home, he headed fast towards it, but after crossing a prominent ridge he found that he'd been going in the wrong direction entirely. Before him lay a glassy orb of immense proportions, the colour of milk, embedded into the earth. And a faint light shone beneath its surface. By some miracle he managed to get home. There wasn't much of him left, and it didn't take long before he expired. But his half-mad, lunatic story he screamed out has stuck in the town's lore. For most of the townsfolk, it remains a cautionary tale for those who might consider stepping beyond the light's edge. The following are a series of introductory essays on aspects of SCP-5005 by academics and Foundation personnel in the Sol and Orchard Universes who have studied the anomaly. These have been supplemented by Foundation logs that provide examples of the phenomena discussed. 1. History by Dr. Johannes Kobold, Level 3 Foundation Historian. SCP-5005 was founded by Jean-Antoine Delacroix, a noted poet from the Orchard Universe and former dragoman in the Kievan Republic. Delacroix discovered SCP-5005's location following the dissolution of his relationship with the Strathclyde painter Emily Woolf, leaving him in a state of extreme depression. He attempted suicide via arc blinking, launching himself in a random direction in the hope of expiring in the non-matter surrounding the multiverse. Instead, Delacroix arrived close to SCP-5005-1. Deeply curious about the location, he blinked himself home to embark on a series of explorations of the site. He founded SCP-5005 in 2107 and gave it the name Lamplight, which remains its common name to this day. Delacroix's stated intention in founding the settlement was to create a place "that could provide a home to the damned, the dispossessed, the refugee and the lost". However, the initial inhabitants were almost entirely artists, writers and intellectuals from the Orchard Universe, quickly ending Delacroix's utopian hopes for the town. He again fell into depression and disappeared in 2110. Subsequent immigration to SCP-5005 has followed a similar pattern, with the majority of the town's population belonging to academic or artistic professions. Most other inhabitants are the survivors or descendants of two major influxes of refugees who took up residence in SCP-5005: a group of survivors of the Neon London in 2396 and the remnants of the Tribes of the Many Steppes in 2419. The nature of time in SCP-5005's non-matter surroundings means that human aging varies greatly from person to person. Consequently, while some visitors have undergone the span of a full human life in a single 24-hour cycle, others have shown no visible signs of aging across many centuries. This allows for an impressive range of sources for SCP-5005's history. An example of this can be found in the following interview with Sergei Osmanoglu, the owner of the Dragoman Tavern, who emigrated to SCP-5005 in 2109. Interviewer: Junior Researcher Sofia Ramirez Location: Dragoman Tavern Date: 29/11/2524 <Begin Log> Ramirez is sitting in the main room of the tavern, at a table by a window. She has just switched on a recording device and placed it in front of her. A tall, burly man with a thick beard - Osmanoglu - is sitting opposite her. Snow can be seen passing by the window. There is a lit fireplace behind Osmanoglu. Ramirez: Thank you for agreeing to this interview, Sergei. Osmanoglu: It's not a problem. I've got time. And you pay the rent promptly. Ramirez: I - ok… When did you first arrive in Lamplight? Osmanoglu: 2109, I think. It was a long time ago. Ramirez: What was the town like then? Osmanoglu: Small. Cold. Fewer buildings, fewer lamps, less snow. Ramirez: Yes, I wanted to ask about that - how is there sn- Osmanoglu: But it was better back then. Delacroix was there. People said he'd founded the place, but I couldn't understand how they could think that. Ramirez: What do you mean? Osmanoglu: He didn't have energy. No spark. He'd spend all his time staring out there, into the dark. Osmanoglu gestures towards the window; the darkness of the non-matter is visible outside. Osmanoglu: This place wasn't meant for us. Ramirez: You can't know that for sure. The soil here is so perfectly suited to supporting human life. Osmanoglu: You don't make a place for people with that thing suspended over it. You'd build a sun or stars, not a pallid half-moon. There are no places for humans this far out. Ramirez: Other civilisations got close. Sriska, Harkhret - Osmanoglu: They weren't humans. Wrong cluster. And if they did make this place, and I doubt it, then they are long gone now. Nothing but their dust and their Lamp left over. Ramirez: So - what did Delacroix do? Osmanoglu is silent for some time. Osmanoglu: He had a girl, and it went sour. So he came here to start something new, something great. But the only ones entranced by his mad designs were the same old crowd of poets, all talking about the great utopia they'd build here. Another society of true freedom to escape the horrors of the dozen others they'd made. But they didn't want to do the hard graft or come down from their Bohemian bubbles, so it was all talk. Shooting shit in taverns like this one. I'm the only one left now. Osmanoglu takes a sip of beer. Osmanoglu: Delacroix, though, he was smart. He could see this. First time I saw him he'd been here two years, and the absinthe had reached his eyes. He saw that all he'd done was make more meaningless ego. But I think… I think part of him loved the misery he felt. He wrote his best poems here, everyone says so. About the dark as a mirror, and about - about other stuff. You've read him? Ramirez: Not yet, no - hard to get a copy in Sol. Osmanoglu: You're the next universe over! Should be easy. On Orchard, you can find him anywhere. Not so much here. People don't like to remember him here. Ramirez: Why not? Osmanoglu: Because he talked truths the poets don't want to hear. Or because we all know what happened to him. Oh, there are those who say he went back to Orchard, but any true Lamplighter knows that he stepped into the night. "The night does not give such easy answers", he used to say. I would just pat him on the shoulder and tell him it was OK, and I… he was not a well man, Sofia. He wanted to destroy himself. And we don't like to talk about that. Ramirez: Suicide, right? Osmanoglu: No, more than that. I don't think he wanted to die, to end. He wanted to annihilate the idea of himself. He'd come here and order absinthe, over and over and over again, staring at the - the snow and trying to make out shapes. Then one day he was gone. Ramirez: I… I see. Osmanoglu: You should go home, Sofia. Go back to your Sol, to your Foundation. This is not a place for well people. Ramirez: Then why are you here? Osmanoglu: Someone has to care for the sick. I saw you watching Kastamonu, from your window. Ramirez: I don't know wh- Osmanoglu: Tall man. Wore a greatcoat. You saw him, didn't you? Walking down the cobbled streets. He was a playwright, from Daevastan. Smoked those pipes, wrote with trembling hands under the gas lamps. I put the fire on and keep it warm, but he hasn't been back for days. Just walked into the smog, one foot beating a tardy march, withdrawing with the other as a faintly whistling silhouette. You saw him and said nothing. I think you are like him, in a way. Ramirez: …That'll be all for now. <End Log> 2. Structure and Society by Dr. Harry Grant, Lecturer in Eastern Multiverse Studies at Kings College London. SCP-5005 is, properly, a series of five small districts loosely gathered around a central plaza, the Woolf Square. Three of these districts were created by the various artistic groups present in SCP-5005 across the centuries and consequently reflecting their sensibilities; the other two were founded by refugee groups. The districts are: The Kievan or Victorian district was the original core of the city, founded by Jean-Antoine Delacroix in 2109. The architectural style is reminiscent of the late Dnieperian style, roughly analogous to a mixture of Victorian and Imperial Russian architecture in the Sol Universe but with some oddities, such as a strict adherence to cobbled streets and the regular placement of gas lamps. The ardent romanticism of the city's founders has led to the structure of this district being deliberately disorganised. It has frequently been admired for its many communal meeting places and frequent public concerts. The Aetherium district was created during the Cyberpunk Revival of the 2350s, a response to the horrors of the Burnt Apple War that caused severe destruction to the Orchard Universe's Earth. The Cyberpunk Revival was marked by a deep cynicism and disillusionment with contemporary politics, reflected in an architectural style deliberately modelled on post-industrial decay and internet-based subcultures. The district is thus highly architecturally varied and was renowned for its anarchist politics, which were credited with an urban and social regeneration across the settlement. The Giotto district was created by a group of Sol Universe artists who, in response to the Namibian Crisis of the 2390s, wanted a radical return to pre-modernity as a response to the "evils of the present". The group, vehemently opposed to all realism in art, created the district as a way to return to "a world of starker light", constructing buildings exclusively in Gothic or Romanesque church architecture and with an emphasis on stained glass's light-refracting properties. The early days of this district were marked by an ascetic, medieval morality, almost entirely absent today; the modern neighbourhood is chiefly known for its biannual passion plays and wide range of communal and charitable activities. The Neoclassical district was founded by refugees fleeing the Neon London in the early 25th century. Characterised by 18th century British architecture but augmented by a large number of green spaces, flowing curves and a stated desire to create "utopia", this district was rigidly and rigorously planned as an ideal community of elites. Although this project has long been abandoned, the neighbourhood has become a focal point for a great number of literary circles, with young artists frequently attending its salons and literary festivals and many patrons settling in the district. The Nomad district was created by the surviving Tribes of the Many Steppes. Most of the structures here are yurts and other nomadic tents utilised by the Salome Universe's Inner Asia analogue, but at the centre of the district is a Manichean temple of particular architectural significance even beyond SCP-5005. This district is frequently engaged in housing refugees from across the multiverse, a cause that many of SCP-5005's residents involve themselves in. Despite many historical differences, conflicts and disagreements between these districts are now uncommon, with the populace as a whole freely mingling. Although each district has its own celebrations, there is one major festival celebrated in SCP-5005 by the populace as a whole: the "Parade of Candles" or "Chrizmata", held once a year on a day roughly analogous to midwinter in the northern hemisphere of the Orchard Universe's Earth. A description of this festival by Junior Researcher Ramirez can be found below. The festival's proceedings begin at what would be 6AM in the Orchard Universe's Kiev, the system of timekeeping agreed upon since SCP-5005's foundation. Residents from all the districts gather in the central square to engage in a series of acrobatic performances, poetry readings, artistic displays and musical recitals. The artistic segments of the community essentially use this event to promote and discuss their various works, while the rest of the populace treats them as a form of entertainment. It is notable that while many of these works use the surrounding dark as their subject matter, it is rare to hear discussion of the darkness, both during the festival and outside it. This activity continues for several hours while the owners of the local taverns begin the task traditionally incumbent on them: constructing a large pyre in the centre of the square. The resulting structure is enormous, but due to the prevalence of fog and snow in SCP-5005, it is frequently unusable as a pyre. In these cases, the populace simply links arms and dances around the structure, before returning to their various homes and cooking an evening feast. If the pyre does catch light, however, then tables will be set up surrounding the fire and a shared feast will take place in the square. The food here is a mixture of plants grown in the expanse-substance as well as imported food, which makes up the vast majority of the food consumed in SCP-5005. A great many Kievan and Strathclyde delicacies can be found from the Orchard Universe as well as Malted Saloons from the Salome Universe, a delicacy brought by the tribal refugees that has proved surprisingly popular in the town. After the meal, candles are brought out for the populace to light from the pyre. It will usually be burning much lower at this stage, and is ordinarily safe to approach. Having lit their candles, the populace begins to wander, individually and haphazardly, towards the edges of SCP-5005-1's light range. They will spread themselves out at a safe distance behind the edge of the circle and, holding their candles aloft, begin to sing several hymns in succession. The year's hymns are voted on during a town meeting; they are primarily from the Orchard Universe, but some Sol and Salome songs are sung. There is also usually a reconstructed Sriskan song added as part of the continuing superstition that the Sriskans created SCP-5005-1. The singing is not impressive, as one would expect from hundreds of people spread out across a very large distance and with little training. Other observers have called the effect charming; it seems to me to be reflective of the almost monomaniac obsession that the denizens have with the light and the fire motif, present in so many artistic works and important to their conversation and culture. It is a bizarre and disturbing fact that so many travel to understand or be inspired by SCP-5005's non-material location but end up ardently embracing the familiar trappings of home. 3. Culture by Pierre Rachmaninoff, Reader in Literary History at the University of Old Kiev. SCP-5005's place in the canon of multiversal literature, art and music is regarded as highly significant. Its importance to the Orchard Universe's Cyberpunk Revival is well-documented, as is that movement's impact on the culture of multiple universal clusters. Perhaps less well known is the sheer scale of artistic figures who have lived in or been inspired by SCP-5005. The Dragoman, Firefall and Old Sriska taverns have all seen the formation of a number of significant literary circles. The renowned 22nd century poet Fernand Borges was deeply affected by SCP-5005, writing his famous poem "The Hearth of Baudelaire", a Ulysses-like attempt to portray the common life of the city's inhabitants as a large-scale epic. Martha Vintage's historical novels, all concerned with Sriskan and Harkhretian familes settling on the edges of space, are thought to have been inspired by her stay at the Firefall. But the most famous literary resident is still Delacroix, whose influence over the writing of the whole of the Western Universal Sectors is incalculable. The unique "moonlight" effect of SCP-5005-1 and the sense of community in the settlement have been portrayed numerous times in the visual arts. The Franco-Salomin painters Claude Karakorum, Mohammed Watteau and Fransisco de Shiraz were all drawn to SCP-5005, with Karakorum's piece Delacroix's Bedchamber being among the most famous artworks of the Western Sector. The musical influence is less easy to trace, but a great many noted composers have made visits. Marius Konigsberg's "Chrizmata" Symphony and the "Cheer and Frost" heptet were both composed during his stay in SCP-5005. It is notable that the pieces of temporary visitors or recent immigrants to SCP-5005 are almost invariably focused on the non-matter surrounding the settlement, while those of long-term residents are often fixated on community, light and sensual pleasures. Various explanations have been given for this disparity in subject matter. Many short-term residents state that they came to SCP-5005 expressly to see the non-matter and that anything else is simply a distraction, deterring from a proper exploration of the location's "mystery". Longer-term inhabitants often talk about the pointlessness of examining the non-matter or believe SCP-5005's purpose is to act as a beacon against nonexistence. The unexplained weather conditions in the settlement are never mentioned (with a single exception discussed in Dr. Franklin's essay below). The following is an interview between Researcher Ramirez and the famed Sol Universe poet Juan Lumiere, who settled permanently in the town in 2276. It is included here to give a sense of the perspective of many longer-term inhabitants of SCP-5005. Interviewer: Junior Researcher Sofia Ramirez Location: Outside the Firefall Tavern Date: 12/12/2524 <Begin Log> Junior Researcher Ramirez is walking towards the back entrance of the Firefall Tavern, which opens onto a wide cobbled street on a slight incline. Fog can be seen all around, obscuring the rest of the street. The sounds of revelry coming from inside the Firefall can be heard. A man in his 30s, wearing a long thick greatcoat, is smoking a cigarillo outside the entrance. Ramirez approaches him. Ramirez: H-hello? Juan Lumiere? Lumiere: The very same. You're that Foundation girl, aren't you? Staying at the Dragoman? Ramirez: Junior Researcher Sofia Ramirez. Lumiere: A lovely name. I can only presume, given that recording device on your shoulder, that you have come to interview me. Ramirez: If we could step insi- Lumiere: I prefer to stand out here. They are bright and merry in there. I'll wait until the fire is lower and the company more selective. Let the young have their fun. Ramirez: How old are you? Lumiere: Two hundred and seventy-eight. Don't look it, do I? The perks of this city. I've aged 6 years in the time I've been here, by my count. But nobody ever comes here for eternal life. Ramirez: I've been wondering about that. Lumiere: It's because it doesn't feel as it's meant to. You don't feel like you're living longer, just that those years have been spread out longer. Like skin stretched over a drum. You never develop properly. Ramirez: Your writing has. Lumiere: I didn't think anyone in Sol had ever heard of me. Ramirez: It - well, if I'm honest, it was your work that first drew me here. You're unusual. Your later stuff talks about fire and light, but with much more craft than most of the other long-termers. Lumiere: You like the newer ones, then? Ramirez: I - I do quite like them. Lumiere: But you like the earlier ones more. Lumiere sighs, and stubs out his cigarillo. Lumiere: Everyone likes the early ones more. They don't understand why someone would come to Lamplight just to write about the things in their own lives. To them, in their Kievan salons, this place is just the wild frontier, the mystery beyond mysteries, the edge of all creation. They want something wild, not something homespun. Ramirez: Isn't that natural? Lumiere narrows his eyes, thrusting his hands into the pockets of his coat. Lumiere: Do you write, at all? Compose? Ramirez: I - I play a little violin. I write some stuff in my spare time. Lumiere: But that's not why you came here. You came here to solve its mysteries. Ramirez: It has so many. Lumiere: You're barking up the wrong tree, girl. You won't solve anything. You should go inside. Ramirez: I'm fine. I'm not here to party. Lumiere: Then there's your mistake. I've seen so many like you come through here. You've read Delacroix? Ramirez: I recently acquired a copy. I haven't read much yet, though. Lumiere: It's his last poem that, if not understood, then at least got some glimpse of this place. Rough, almost like a regression into juvenilia, but the only thing he wrote that really threw a light on the bright young things that come here, full of opium and dreams. You think people come here to see the dark? They come here because they think they should. They think inspiration is full of the external, the depths of the human soul, the ravaged passions of the age. It's not. Inspiration is the dust on a wainscot and the smell of barley, the warmth of heaths, th- Ramirez: There is an infinite dark outside, a light that should not exist above. Why should I come here to play the fool? This town should not exist- Lumiere: It was always going to exist. This place was inevitable. Ramirez: What does that mean? Lumiere: Why did you not help Kastomonu? There is a pause of several seconds. Lumiere: You drink, same as me and the rest. But you drink ice-cold gin in the silence of your room. You spend hour after hour puzzling, typing, working through things. I see you in your window, staring out at the night. And you watched as Kastomonu just marched himself off into the night, because you felt the same things he felt. Ramirez: W-why do you - Lumiere: Because I've seen you before, a thousand times. The artist falling on his paintbrush as a sword. The writer who sees God in a grain of darkness. Sometimes I stop them, but mostly they ignore me. The wisdom of youth, and all that. One fine day they'll walk into the night, into the echo chamber of compounded mystery. Never understanding that we built this place to be a beacon against it, the inevitable human sigh of defiance in the night. Lumiere buttons up his jacket, and begins to walk away. Ramirez: Where are you going? I'm not done with you yet! Lumiere: Go to the fires, Junior Researcher Sofia Ramirez. Get a shorter name. Because you'll learn one way or the other that there is nothing out there. Lumiere walks down the street and into the fog, whistling the Blue Danube Waltz. Ramirez stares after him for several seconds, before turning her camera off. <End Log> 4. Psychological Impact by Dr. Hans Freiburg, Level 3 Foundation Psychologist. The emotional and psychological effect SCP-5005 has on a large proportion of its residents is particularly noteworthy. A minimum of 14 disappearances have been recorded in the town in any given year. Extensive investigations by local law enforcement and Foundation researchers have determined these to be almost entirely suicides. The reasons for this disappearance rate in a town of SCP-5005's size, with its generally high standards of living, are not wholly clear. The psychological effects of a lack of sunlight or a relatively unvaried diet have been considered, as has the sheer danger of an unpredictable light source, but the most interesting evidence is that the overwhelming majority of the disappearances come from artists, writers and particularly academics who have been resident in the town for less than a year. These residents often display similar patterns of behaviour in the weeks prior to their disappearance: an obsession with the non-matter surrounding the town, an increasing dependence on narcotics, and a greatly increased output but diminished quality of work. Many townspeople attempt to intervene, but to little avail; affected individuals are likely to become increasingly isolated and aggressive towards others. 4 Foundation personnel are known to have disappeared in SCP-5005 since the Sarai Treaty was signed, all apparently committing suicide via non-matter. Although a cause of concern for Foundation personnel, the unavoidably limited nature of mental health provision within the Foundation has meant that this situation is difficult to overcome. For an example of some of the concerns typically raised with the Foundation's psychiatric unit, the following is an extract from Director Franklin's report of a check-in with Junior Researcher Ramirez in December 2524. After the meal, Dr. Ramirez took me to her rooms to show me some of her initial findings. By this point, I had noticed several things that concerned me. Having known Dr. Ramirez for several years, her voice seemed markedly more strained than usual. She also seemed nervous and was sweating profusely. Several times I thought I smelled alcohol on her breath. Her "rooms" turned out to be a single cheap bedchamber on the Tavern's top floor. There was little heating and no light, the window opening out of the Giotto district. I asked her why she had chosen this room when we had allotted her a generous allowance; she replied that the rooms on lower floors were "too noisy" and that she needed quiet to work. I thought this plausible at the time - SCP-5005's taverns are not known for being serene places of study - but on further reflection I remembered that two previous researchers, Kobold and MacBride, had similarly changed their accommodation. Both had to be pulled out of SCP-5005, and both had developed the notion that a higher room would take them closer to the "source" of the town's non-matter, a curious piece of unscientific superstition. I noticed also that, although the bedchamber appeared to be in an orderly condition, there was a sheen of dust across many of the surfaces and a couple of tell-tale signs were visible that indicated a lot of tidying in a very short amount of time. The bed did not look like it had been slept in. Several fiction books, also coated in dust, were lying on the shelves. Only the poetry of Delacroix and two of Lumiere's novels seemed to have been read at all. There was a half-empty bottle of gin on the mantlepiece, which Ramirez quickly noticed and binned in a half-hearted attempt at subterfuge. Her notes - written by hand - were surprisingly rough. She seemed to only use her digitop for forwarding her data to us. The haphazard organisation went some way towards explaining the decreased quality of her work, but the odd breaks in writing tone and lack of professionalism in interviews still had to be answered for. By this point, I regretted letting other projects take my attention away from SCP-5005. I sent Sofia here because of her well-demonstrated resilience and reliability, thinking I could leave the town's research in safe hands. However, it has become abundantly clear that the effects this place has on the human psyche are not so easily predictable. I asked a few gentle questions about her life here - had she been blending in, was she enjoying the local culture - and it did not take long for her to become paranoid and resentful of my presence. She openly mocked the townspeople for being "rural", believing their cultural traditions and community were "worthless" in the context of their surroundings. She lamented their lack of curiousity in SCP-5005-1, the expanse and the surrounding non-matter. To my surprise, she also displayed little interest in Lumiere's writings, something which had previously been a passion of hers, and actively disdained Delacroix, calling his last poem "irredeemable shit that understands nothing." The true nature of her interests rapidly became apparent. She had devised a schema, based on the angles of SCP-5005-1's light, to find a location where the bizarre laws of physics would allow someone to see the entirety of the expanse which SCP-5005 rests upon. She had done an extraordinary amount of research, pinpointing this supposed location to the exact spot and designing a craft she believed would safely transport people to and from this place. It was madness, and I told her as much. This "location" was so far out that no craft, however well-designed, could keep its occupants alive for the return journey. She did not want to hear this, and it became clear that she did not desire my presence any longer. I did not tell her about my intention to recall her, fearing this might damage her emotional state still further. Still, it is my unambiguous recommendation that she be replaced in her post as soon as possible. SCP-5005 may not have a great deal of exploitable material within it, but we still don't fully understand the town, its mysteries, its strange lure for artists and writers or the nuances of the local culture. It is not an easy assignment, and it needs a great deal more attention than we have hitherto given it. 5. Future Research by Director Hamish Franklin. The result of these many aspects of SCP-5005 is that the Foundation has a number of potential research directions. While the cultural and social aspects of the town remain important (and their relation to the landscape in particular remains an unresearched area), it is the physical questions that are the most potent: the identity of SCP-5005-1's creators and their reasons for doing so, its mechanical workings, and the nature of the expanse surrounding the town. One final notable anomaly is the unusual weather conditions of the town. As the Orchard Universe lacks heavy snow and fog, this has often been considered one of the key attractions for the initial settlers. Its origin and source are entirely unknown, however, and very few credible theories have been produced to explain it. Originating at a point somewhere above SCP-5005-1, the snow falls regularly enough to keep the town covered in a thin layer at all times. The source of the fog is also unclear, but in both cases the weather conditions appear identical to those found in Sol and similar universes. A related problem is near-complete absence of these conditions in any literary or artistic works. Researchers have noted that the townspeople rarely discuss it, often appearing dismissive and frightened when it is brought up. Researchers themselves have openly stated after leaving the town that the weather made them feel "uncertain" or "lost". Extensive testing has ruled out the possibility of any memetic or cognitohazardous effects. As mentioned above, the only known creative work to discuss these conditions is the final poem of SCP-5005's founder, Jean-Antoine Delacroix. It is written in a much more modernist style than Delacroix's other works and does not display the same technical mastery. This may partly be attributed to its status as an unfinished work, found written on his desk the morning after his disappearance. It is reproduced in its entirety below. Cold entrance cuts the mountain Where I buried you. Salt and brine, Whisper down the waterways of ash Where you ran, laughing, That mouth-made twist turned bitter. Here on the edge of human eyes, I stare into the mirror of the dark; That mirror that sears my ravages of bone And brings such images of the world's dismay, Its broken, luminous char, Its dreams of all the starving artists Beavering away in opium Or simmering soft in pain. Casting off the trappings of the world Which leaves just silence, soft and cold disdain. The hearths and songs that bleed with frail light Have drawn to fires those who huddle tight, Their raptured peasant fear Cast before the tongs in cheer. I walk, A figure in the fog of old laments Away from these twin tales And into the snow, into the earth, With no narratives of foes Or platitudes of friends. The snow gives rot, complexity, ennui, The night does not give such easy answers. Addendum 1: On 31/12/2524, Junior Researcher Ramirez disappeared from her lodgings in the Dragoman Tavern. A search by townspeople and Foundation personnel found only footprints in the snow, heading towards the edge of town. On the evening of 01/01/2525, a signal was received from a temporary monitoring station set up on SCP-5005. It appeared to show video footage from Junior Researcher Ramirez's shoulder-cam at a point in the non-matter. Analysis of the footage showed that it had been transmitted several hours earlier from the location specified in her conversation with Director Franklin. Although it is theoretically possible for her to have made this trip unaided, she would have been close to death by the time she reached the location (as her apparent condition in the footage makes clear). A log of this footage is below. <Begin Log> The camera opens on non-matter; this is rendered as a black screen. Coughing can be heard. Ramirez: Told you… Hamish, I told you. You stood there and you were wrong, and I was right, and… and… There is heavy breathing for several seconds. Ramirez: But you won't guess, you'll never guess… The camera turns. In the distance, SCP-5005 can be seen beneath SCP-5005-1. The light of SCP-5005-1 refracts across the non-matter in a way which shows the entirety of the expanse. The expanse is revealed as the corpse of an augmented Harkhretian anglerfish. Most of the body has been eroded by non-matter, but the face and jaw are clearly visible. SCP-5005-1 can be clearly seen as the esca of the fish, the "lure" anglerfish possess to attract prey to them. Its eyes, possessing a milky-white colour typical of anglerfish, are also visible. Ramirez can be heard laughing hysterically for approximately thirty seconds. This is then interrupted by coughing; blood can be seen floating in front of the camera. Ramirez: That's it, isn't… isn't it? The end of the line. The puzzle-box complete. Just the dying corpse of Harkhret's pioneers. There is a pause, after which sobbing can be heard. Ramirez: I wonder if they died there. Or ran away, or - or found something better out here. I wonder if… if… Further sobbing can be heard for 12 minutes, before fading away entirely. Fog and snow can be seen approaching from the sides of the camera, gradually obscuring its field of view until nothing visible remains. The visual feed cuts out. Ramirez: (whispering) The night does not give such easy answers. The audio feed cuts out. <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5005" by Tufto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5005. Licensed under CC-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: lamplight1.jpg Name: Snow blowing under lamp 2.jpg Author: W.carter License: CC0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5006 | keter | close Info X SCP-5006: Author: TheMightyMcB, RockTeethMothEyes Valued Critters: Naepic, plaidypus, MalyceGraves, rattles, XilasCrowe, stormbreath, Uncle Nicolini More by us: TheMightyMcB's author page RockTeethMothEyes's author page 4/5006 LEVEL 4/5006 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5006 Pending Special Containment Procedures: Until such time that proper containment of SCP-5006 can be reestablished, Site-608 is to be held under indefinite lockdown. Echelon Strike Team1 has been assigned to primary containment detail and have been instructed to shoot any individuals attempting to leave Site-608 on sight. Primary containment objectives consist of devising a method of reinforcing the space of reality surrounding Site-608 and confirming that personnel stationed at Site-608 are baseline non-anomalous humans. Foundation artificial intelligence construct TSATPWTCOTTTADC has been given Level-4 access to the Site-608 security monitoring system and is currently tasked with determining the identity of SCP-5006-1 with 99.95% confidence. Description: SCP-5006 is a terminal hallway located in Section 2C of Site-608. Prior to 07 September 2002, SCP-5006 hosted the offices of Dr. Alan Danica, Dr. Julia Ecker, Junior Researcher Adrian Williams, and Senior Researcher Rafael Hernandez. However, on the aforementioned date, all of the original offices spontaneously demanifested. In their place, a single unmarked office is situated at the end of the corridor. This office has been furnished with a large wooden desk, two bookshelves, a coffee machine, a filing cabinet, and a desktop computer. Notably, the room is not marked with a name plate, is windowless, and has twenty electrical sockets wired along the western wall. The original building plans for Site-608 show that SCP-5006 originally featured only three offices, despite the fact that the aforementioned four Foundation employees claim to have been displaced by the anomaly. SCP-5006-1 is a contrived thoughtform entity that has embedded itself amongst Site-608 staff, having fabricated its own memories and history with the Foundation. It is believed that the entity is not malicious, although the conflict created by its sudden existence has significantly destabilized reality, as evident by the discrepancies listed in Addendum 5006.1. The present identity of SCP-5006-1 is unknown and is considered an EKHI-class priority. Addendum 5006.1: Discovery SCP-5006 was discovered at 13:05 CST by Foundation .aic TSATPWTCOTTTADC. The .aic had detected multiple discrepancies between its active monitoring systems and its global resources, as well as a significant spike in Hume levels across the entire site. In response, TSATPWTCOTTTADC placed the site under indefinite lockdown and declared a containment breach. TSATPWTCOTTTADC has flagged the following discrepancies: The entirety of the office at the end of SCP-5006, suggesting that it is not a part of the building. The document regarding SCP-5006, suggesting that it has been revised through anomalous means or that SCP-5006 is not a hallway. The electrical wiring in Section 2C, suggesting that the creation of SCP-5006 required a significant amount of energy. Personnel assigned to offices located in Section 2C of Site-608, suggesting that at least one member manifested at the same moment as the office now located at the end of SCP-5006. Addendum 5006.2: Interview Log ► Open Addendum 5006.2 ▼ Close Addendum 5006.2 Suspected Persons: Dr. Julia Ecker Dr. Alan Danica Sr. Researcher Rafael Hernandez Jr. Researcher Adrian Williams Mediator: Site Director Nelson Kurth Foreword: The following log was recorded by TSATPWTCOTTTADC.aic via the 2C conference room surveillance systems. <Begin Log, 08/09/2002, 07:34> Ecker: So, are you ready to tell us what's going on here, Director Kurth. Kurth: Not quite. These things take time. You know that. Ecker: Well excuse me, but some of us don't have time to wait for whatever it is you gathered us for. We might be on lockdown, but we still have jobs to do. Kurth: That may be so, but you'll understand why we've done this as soon as — Two successive chimes ring out from the tablet held by Director Kurth. Kurth: And there it is. One sec while I skim through this e-mail… [He turns to the researchers.] Finally. Alright, everyone. You've all been confirmed for Level 2/5006 clearance, so we can now properly conduct this meeting. It is believed that, supported by evidence provided by AI Construct TSAT among other things, one of you are suspected to have only existed for approximately 20 hours. Brief silence. Kurth: I realize this may come as a shock to you all, however — Danica: It's horseshit. Kurth: — please stay calm. Do any of you have any questions? Danica: A few, actually. Where's the proof? What does "among other things" mean? This is a very serious accusation to be making, Kurth. Kurth: That's above your clearance. Danica: So we have clearance to know one of us might not be real, but not access to substantial evidence? Kurth: It's complicated, Alan. We don't know what one of you might do with that information once we've disclosed it. We have a team in another site doing hard research on thoughtforms; once they know more, we'll act accordingly. Ecker: Thoughtforms? So, one of us is a tulpa? Kurth: Correct. Ecker: But tulpa have creators. They don't just happen. Kurth: Correct. Ecker: … so how do you know it's a tulpa at all? Kurth: From what we've been told, the complexity of thoughtforms are based on intent and will. It's clear to us from evidence in the office at the end of two-C that a significant amount of power was used in the ritual to bring it to life. And subsequently removing your offices from the building. Hernandez: Was there any investigation into that office, by the way? Who it belongs to? Previous assignments? I feel like we can know that much. Kurth: The office is, uh, a new addition. No owners, present or past. That we've uncovered, anyhow. Dr. Ecker shifts in her seat. Researcher Williams raises their hand. Kurth: Yes, Adrian? Williams: How long are we going to be locked down? Danica: You're kidding me… Kurth: Two things need to happen before we de-escalate the lockdown. First, we need to identify the thoughtform, for certain. Second, we'll need information on the research team to reverse the creation process to return Site-608 to its previous state. Williams: And what if that never happens? Silence. Dr. Danica lets out an exasperated sigh. Danica: Okay. Why are we bothering with this? All it's done is restructure the building. Why do we need to exterminate it? Kurth: Because thoughtforms don't just restructure buildings. That's beyond what they can reasonably do. If that's what it does to protect itself, then effective containment starts with dismantling it and locating its creator. Any other questions? Ecker: Is this meeting over? I have other projects that need me to be present. Kurth: Yes, the meeting is over. However, you won't need to attend to your projects for now, Julia. Ecker: … oh, hell. Kurth: Part of the condition for keeping you informed of your situation is to keep the four of you within a reasonable containment facility. As such, your authorizations have been adjusted. You cannot leave C-Wing until we have confirmation that— Ecker: This is ridiculous. What do you want from us? Do you want my birth certificate? A list of my accolades? Stories about any scars that I have? Kurth: Julia, we can't trust that any of that information is valid. Ecker: Then what can you trust? Kurth: We have to wait. For now, we have to let TSAT comb through the data and figure out what's real and what's not. Ecker: We can do that work. We can do the research. It's our lives at stake here! Kurth: You're dismissed. Ecker: You're not even— Kurth: You're dismissed, Julia. This meeting is over. Brief silence. Dr. Danica stands up and exits the room. He is immediately followed by Dr. Ecker. Researcher Williams hesitates to stand up, allowing Researcher Hernandez to leave before them. <End Log, 08/09/2002, 07:49> Addendum 5006.3: Surveillance Log ► Open Addendum 5006.3 ▼ Close Addendum 5006.3 Present Entities: Dr. Julia Ecker Dr. Alan Danica Foreword: The following log was recorded by TSATPWTCOTTTADC.aic through the 1C Break Room video surveillance systems. <Begin Log, 08/09/2002, 08:50> Both Ecker and Danica are sitting at a table facing each other. Danica's arms are crossed. Ecker is drinking something from a mug. Ecker: How are you holding up? Danica: Eh. Ecker: About what I expected from you. Danica: Sorry if I don't really feel like talking right now, Ecker. Kind of wrapping my head around, you know, not existing. Ecker: You're not in this boat alone. I'm sure everyone is taking it hard. Danica: [sighs] I suppose so. Silence. Ecker takes a long sip from her mug. Danica taps his foot arrhythmically, leaning back in his chair slightly. Ecker: Who do you think it is? Danica: Kind of a forward question, don't you think? Ecker: As if you haven't been thinking about it the moment you walked out of that room. Danica: And what makes you say that? Ecker: Because we spend too much time together and I've been doing the same thing. Danica: … Williams. Ecker: Oh. That's much different than what I was thinking. What makes you say that? Danica: Did you see them in there? Fidgeting constantly, itching to get out of the site. I mean, they're so desperate to leave, they had to ask when they could. It's so obvious. Ecker: They're new, Alan. Surely you can't expect them to really be used to this kind of thing, especially here. It's all low-risk anomalies here. Danica: See? Even you said it, just now. They're new. Frankly, I'd say there's too much evidence against Williams here. Ecker: [sighs] Yeah, that makes enough sense. Danica: You still don't believe me. Ecker: Not really. It just seems too easy. Danica: And who do you think it is? Who's our big bad? Who's our spy? Ecker: I don't need to tell you that. Danica: I think you do. Ecker: I don't. Danica: You know, that's awful suspicious. You come here, sit down at my table, you ask what I'm thinking, and you don't think there's at least some expectation from me to hear who your primary suspect is? Danica leans forward. Danica: Tell me, Ecker. Ecker stares back at Danica. Danica: … you think it's me. Ecker: You're not making it easy. Danica: All these years working together and you're just gonna toss me to the pit like this? Ecker: We can't be certain that our memories are real, Danica. Danica: I guess not. Danica stands up from his seat and leaves the room. Ecker relaxes herself as soon as the door closes. <End Log, 08/09/2002, 09:03> Addendum 5006.4: Surveillance Log ► Open Addendum 5006.4 ▼ Close Addendum 5006.4 Present Entities: Jr. Researcher Adrian Williams Sr. Researcher Rafael Hernandez Foreword: The following log was recorded by TSATPWTCOTTTADC.aic through the 3C Vacant Offices video surveillance systems. <Begin Log, 08/09/2002, 10:16> Sr. Researcher Hernandez is sitting at an empty desk reading a book when Jr. Researcher Williams knocks on the open door. Williams: Hey Raf, you busy right now? Hernandez: Not particularly, no. Just was catching up on a little reading. Everybody's been telling me that I've just gotta check out Asimov, so I figured I'd see what they were on about. This one seemed as good a place to start as any. Hernandez bends the top corner of the page and closes the book, which is revealed to be a copy of "Foundation" by Isaac Asimov. Hernandez: So, what's up kid? Williams: Nothing new, really. It's just that this whole lockdown thing—well, I've never had anything like this happen before. Hernandez: Yeah, looking out a window and seeing Nu-7's guns pointed your way isn't exactly a reassuring experience, is it? Williams: Oh god, I hadn't even thought about that! Hammer Down is out there right now? Hernandez: Relax, Adrian, it's not actually the entire MTF. It's just a little detachment to make sure the tulpa doesn't try to take off in the night or something. It's not like they'll be coming in here guns blazing. We're not the Gocks. Williams takes a deep breath. Williams: You're right. This whole thing just has me anxious. Silence. Hernandez: You know how many times I've been on lockdown? Williams: No, how many? Hernandez: None. Not even a single lockdown in the last thirty-some-odd years. Williams: This is your first one? Hernandez: Yep. Call it luck I guess? I don't know. I always worked with low-risk anomalies at low-risk sites. Williams: How have you been able to stay so calm this whole time then? Aren't you worried that one of us might not be real? Aren't you worried that you might not be real? Hernandez: Just because I've always worked on low-risk anomalies doesn't mean there was nothing to worry about. Hell, I spent a good four years of my tenure working on SCP-1545. Larry hasn't hurt anyone, and I don't exactly expect him to start anytime soon, but I've seen a few good scientists ask to be reassigned after a short stint with him. Williams: Wait, isn't 1545 just a llama suit? Hernandez: Essentially, yeah. But there was always something off about that voice. That awful sing-song voice that would come out of the poor sod we'd shoved in there this time. It wasn't human, and you knew it. Williams: Where are you going with this, Raf? Hernandez: I think Larry was evil. Not in the Disney movie kinda way, mind you. I can't really explain it, but I knew, in the back of my mind, that it enjoyed doing this to its "handlers". Hernandez looks up at Williams. Hernandez: I haven't gotten that feeling from any of you guys yet. I've trusted that feeling all my life, and it's never let me down before. It won't start now. <End Log, 08/09/2002, 10:22> Addendum 5006.5: Surveillance Log ► Open Addendum 5006.5 ▼ Close Addendum 5006.5 Present Entities: Dr. Julia Ecker Sr. Researcher Rafael Hernandez Foreword: The following log was recorded by TSATPWTCOTTTADC.aic through the 2C Esoteric Texts Library video surveillance systems. <Begin Log, 08/09/2002, 12:32> Ecker is looking through the shelves designated for storing occult texts. After eleven seconds, Hernandez can be briefly seen as he walks past the shelving section. As Ecker looks in that direction, Hernandez walks back into view. Hernandez: Hey there. Ecker: Oh, hi. I wasn't expecting someone else here. Not many people to expect, though, since we're effectively quarantined. Hernandez: Right. You thinking what I'm thinking? Ecker: That we don't have enough information to be making decisions? Hernandez: And that we can get out of here quicker if we do some homework? Ecker: Yeah. Hernandez: Yeah. Good start with the occult section. I was going to go straight to the uncategorized stuff. See if there was anything a bit too specific. Ecker: Ha. You might get lucky. Hernandez: You got a point though. We really don't have a lot to go on. Ecker: It's not even that. What we do have to go on doesn't make any sense. Tulpas don't just happen. They never have. They're made with certain purposes in mind. They're like living computers powered on memory and human emotion. Everything that they're made for is an instinct. Hernandez: Why didn't you bring that up with the director then? Ecker: You think he would have listened to me? He wasn't having any discussion. Hernandez: Hm. You seem to know quite a bit of how tulpas work. Ecker: You better not be making accusations there, Raf. Hernandez: Oh, no, no. I'm just saying that it's strange. What are your specializations? Ecker: A lot of my research has been on the connections of human will and anomalous occurrences. I know a few things about "thoughtforms", among other things. Hernandez: And that's on your personnel file? Ecker: Along with my birthday and blood type. Same as you or anyone else. Hernandez: Huh. That is strange. Ecker: What's so strange about it? Hernandez: If you're the closest thing we have to a specialist on the subject, why is there an off-site team doing work for us? Doesn't sit right with me. Brief silence. Ecker: Rafael, what are you suggesting? Hernandez puts a finger to his lips. He points to the surveillance camera and turns around. He motions for Ecker to follow him. Ecker looks at the camera. She nods. <End Log, 08/09/2002, 12:46> Addendum 5006.6: Chat Log ► Open Addendum 5006.6 ▼ Close Addendum 5006.6 <Begin Log> Welcome to Foundation Artificial Intelligence Construct TSATPWTCOTTTADC. Please enter your credentials. [email protected], ・・・・・・・ Welcome, Director Kurth. How may I assist you today? How close are you to identifying the tulpa? Presently, I do not have enough data to identify the tulpa to a 99.95% degree of confidence. Would you like to view my current results? Yes WARNING: The following information is Level 4/5006 classified. Unauthorized dissemination of these contents may result in immediate termination of employment. Proceed? Yes Subject: Junior Researcher Adrian Williams Clearance Level: 1 Reported Time Employed by the Foundation: 1 year, 3 months, 14 days Confidence: 12.32% Subject: Senior Researcher Rafael Hernandez Clearance Level: 3 Reported Time Employed by the Foundation: 32 years, 5 months, 1 day Confidence: 19.06% Subject: Dr. Julia Ecker Clearance Level: 2 Reported Time Employed by the Foundation: 13 years, 2 months, 27 days Confidence: 36.72% Subject: Dr. Alan Danica Clearance Level: 2 Reported Time Employed by the Foundation: 10 years, 4 months, 7 days Confidence: 98.51% Is there anything else I can do for you today, Director Kurth? No, thank you TSAT Would you like to log out? Yes Goodbye! <End Log> Addendum 5006.7: Surveillance Log ► Open Addendum 5006.7 ▼ Close Addendum 5006.7 Present Entities: Jr. Researcher Adrian Williams Dr. Alan Danica Foreword: The following log was recorded by TSATPWTCOTTTADC.aic through the 1C conference room. <Begin Log, 08/09/2002, 15:09> Williams is sitting at the table with their head down, covered by their arms. Danica enters and shuts the door behind him, startling Williams. Danica: Tired? Williams: Uh, yeah. A bit. We've been on lockdown for two days now. I'm starting to miss my bed in A-wing, uncomfortable as it is. Danica: Yeah. Those beds aren't too great. Williams: Yeah. Danica sits down next to Williams. Danica: Ecker told me this is your first time being under lockdown. Williams: Oh, uh, yeah. We've never really had something like this happen here, right? Danica: No, we haven't. Never really had anything quite like this. Danica can be seen fidgeting with something in his coat pocket. Danica: I went through something like this back at Site-319, though. I've kinda figured out how this is going to end. Williams: That's reassuring. Danica: I've also seen a fair amount of footage on thoughtforms. Williams: You have? Danica: Yeah, I have. Specifically what happens when they die. Williams: When they die? Danica: Okay, maybe not die. Living things die. Thoughtforms aren't real. But you knew that. Williams shifts in their seat. Danica: You know, they don't bleed. They don't really die normally either. They kind of become like television static and disappear. We've never been able to perform a medical examination on one because they always dissipate, but there's probably nothing under all that fake flesh. Williams: How can you be so sure when you just said yourself that you only experienced thi— Danica: So, I was talking with Ecker earlier and I was thinking about how we could speed this up. Danica pulls out a pocket knife from his coat pocket. Danica: If tulpa don't bleed, why not just draw blood? Williams recoils. Williams: Alan, what the hell are you doing? Danica: Just let me do this. Williams: Do what? Stab me?! Danica: If you're innocent, you don't have anything to worry about. Just sit still. It'll be over in a second. Williams: Oh, so you think I'm the fake here? Just because I'm new to this whole thing? Danica: Yes! Why wouldn't I think that? Everything about you is suspicious, Adrian. Your history, your naiveté, this very moment of resistance. You're in a corner and you can't get out. Accept it. Williams: Fuck you, Alan. You've been nothing but condescending to me since I got here. I don't know why you hate me so much, but you've really outdone yourself now. Danica: I'm trying to save our asses right now. This is nothing against you personally. Williams: Ugh. Fine. Fine! I'll play your game. Williams holds out their hand. Danica: See? That wasn't hard. Danica reaches forward for Williams hand, but they quickly retract it. Williams: No. Give me the knife. I'll do it myself. Danica: And leave myself defenseless? Nice try, but that trick isn't going to work on me. Williams: I'm not going to— Jesus, are you serious? Give me the knife. Danica: No. Williams: I'm trying to cooperate with you here, Alan. Give. Me. The knife. Danica: You want it? … You can have it. Danica adjusts the knife in his hand to face the blade downwards. He then raises it above his head and brings it down towards Williams. Williams falls backwards out of their chair, causing the knife to plunge into the seat. Williams rushes to get to their feet and presses their back against the wall. Williams: What are you doing?! Danica pulls the knife out of the seat and stands up. He pushes the chair out of the way and advances towards Williams. As he does this, Williams moves towards the door. Danica quickens his pace. They both run out of the conference room. <End Log, 08/09/2002, 15:22> Addendum 5006.8: Surveillance Log of Incident 5006-A ► Open Addendum 5006.8 ▼ Close Addendum 5006.8 Present Entities: Dr. Alan Danica Jr. Researcher Adrian Williams Site Director Nelson Kurth Dr. Julia Ecker Sr. Researcher Rafael Hernandez Foreword: The following log was recorded by TSATPWTCOTTTADC.aic through the 2C terminal hallway surveillance system. <Begin Log 08/09/2002, 15:23> Williams is seen running around the corner into the hallway. They run towards SCP-5006 with Danica running behind them. When Williams reaches the end of the hall, Danica slows his pace. Danica: [gasping for breath] Look at you now! Crawling back where you came from like the fucking snake you are. Nowhere left to run. Williams: [gasping for breath] Alan, stop! Please! You don't know what you're doing. You need to get a hold of yourself. Danica: I know exactly what I'm doing, dash one. I'm ending this. Things can go back to normal after we're done here and no one will know the difference. Williams: No, don't do this. Alan, just stop and think. We've been working together for months. The time we spent as colleagues… it really happened, Alan. Danica: I… But… Danica stops for a moment. He stares forward, then looks to the knife in his right hand. Danica: … We can't be certain that our memories are real. Ecker: What's happening here? Dr. Ecker can be seen coming from around the corner into the hallway. She is followed by Director Kurth. Kurth: I was in the break room when I heard screaming. What is going on, Alan? Danica: I— uh. … I'm… It's Williams. Williams is SCP-5006-1. Williams: I'm not! Everyone, Danica is trying to kill me! Danica: If you're not the thoughtform, why would you go back to your point of origin instinctively? Why is this the way you chose to protect yourself, by going to a dead end? Kurth: Alan, this has gone far enough. Put down the knife. Danica: This is a mistake, Director. Trust me on this. Adrian is the most suspicious out of all of us. I know it, they know it, you know it. Kurth: Put down the god damn knife. Everything is still for a moment. Danica hesitantly crouches down and places the pocket knife on the floor. He rises slowly with his hands at his sides. Kurth: Good. Now, come with me, Alan. We need to discuss this little "incident". In private. Danica: [sighs] This isn't right. This isn't what's supposed to happen. Kurth: We'll talk more about it in a moment. Just as they walk into the next hall, Hernandez approaches the entrance to the terminal hallway. Hernandez: There you are. Convenient that everyone is in the same spot. What's going on here? Kurth: We could ask you the same thing. Alan was attempting to murder Adrian. Thinks they're the tulpa. I talked him down and now the two of us are going to work out where to go from here in my office. Hernandez: Adrian's the thoughtform? [He turns to Danica] What made you think that? Danica: Doesn't matter now. It's apparently not a valid train of thought according to some people. Hernandez: Who exactly? Kurth: Me. Hernandez: Director? Kurth: Not long ago, I ran the statistics through TSAT. I can assure you that the currently supported data does not have confidence in Williams as our tulpa. Hernandez: I see. [He turns to Ecker] This adds up. Ecker: It does. [She turns to Kurth] Director Kurth, I feel that it is vital that you disclose the information TSAT provided you in regards to the data you received. Kurth: That's above your clearance level, Julia. You know I can't do that. Ecker: That's what I thought you'd say. [She turns to address everyone] It's Kurth. Kurth: What the hell? Williams: Are you seriously accusing the director? Hernandez: Think about it. Everything we've heard up to this point. None of it makes sense. Ecker said so at the briefing. Who here has access to the files? To TSAT? Kurth: I already told you: that's the information we received. Hernandez: No. It's the information you received. Information that you can't clarify because of our clearances, despite that information being vital to our continued existence. Kurth: I— What are you getting at, Researcher? Hernandez: For all we know, you were created this way because there is a level of implicit trust we have towards our site director. Ecker: Furthermore, why do we have an off-site research team handling this? Kurth, you're aware of my research records, right? You know the kind of work I do. Kurth: I… Yes, I know. Ecker: Then why didn't you trust me to do it? Williams: Director Kurth, is this true? You knew about this? Kurth: We can't trust you. I can't trust that you're— Danica: Sounds like we can't trust you, either. Not unless you start giving better answers. Kurth: You be quiet! I've had enough of you. I know what's real. I know that it's you, Alan. Danica: Oh yeah? And what's your proof? Kurth: TSAT. TSAT told me. Your numbers aren't looking good, Alan. Danica: There it is, again. TSAT told you. Someone told you. But you don't have any evidence. No real evidence, anyway. Kurth: You're really going to accuse your superior? Danica: You aren't my superior. You're nobody. Kurth punches Danica in the face. He stumbles backwards, falling onto the floor. Ecker runs up to Danica. Kurth: How's that feel? Being hit by nobody? Danica gets into a sitting position as Ecker helps him up to his feet. Ecker: Alan… your face… Danica sniffs sharply and wipes his nose. He looks at his coat sleeve. Williams: There's your proof. Danica: Tulpa don't bleed. Kurth steps backwards. Hernandez: Director, you realize the situation you are in, right? Kurth looks at everyone as they advance towards him. He backs against the wall. Kurth: I don't know what else to tell you. You have to believe me — trust me — it isn't me! I was appointed as site director in 1989. I began my work with the Foundation in 1974. I— I have Foundation awards for dedication and discoveries that have changed the very way we handle anomalies contained at this site — all sites in the midwest! I… I… Williams picks up the pocket knife from the floor and gives it to Danica. Kurth: Get away from me! <End Log 08/09/2002, 15:50> ID f140a1528181c5134dc70262c344ddbc_1734916036 PASSWORD 3a04f6c500cfc582a1c4aca1aec0c27f_1734916036 Login Logout BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 6/5006 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 5006 6/5006 LEVEL 6/5006 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5006 Keter Special Containment Procedures: Until such time that a suitable replacement for SCiPNET can be developed and implemented seamlessly, SCP-5006 is to be contained in the Foundation's internal network. To date, SCP-5006 has acted as a positive asset for the Foundation, assisting in the containment of various other SCP objects. In the event that SCP-5006 significantly deviates from its baseline behavior or becomes aware of the Foundation's knowledge of its nature, the O5 Council is to implement the self-destruct sequence of all SCiPNET servers except for those in isolated Faraday cage storage at Site-01. Following such a procedure, backups are to be disseminated to all active Foundation sites and secondary containment of SCP-5006 is to be reestablished. Description: SCP-5006 is Foundation .aic TSATPWTCOTTTADC. SCP-5006 came into existence spontaneously on 23 July 2002, localized to an office terminal in the technical department of Site-608. It is believed that SCP-5006 is able to distort local reality and it uses this ability in an effort to further embed itself into the Foundation. To this end, SCP-5006 has made the following alterations to local reality: Implanted false memories in Site-608 technical staff regarding its own development. Scheduled the decommissioning of Site-608's previous .aic with itself as the replacement. Modified all plans and maps of Site-608 to indicate that the terminal hallway in Section 2C contained three offices as opposed to the previous four. Physically altered the aforementioned hallway to only contain a single office. Granted itself Level 4 access and full control over Site-608 subsystems. Appointed itself as the primary containment contact for SCP-5006. Listed itself as an official .aic in the Foundation database, available for use upon request at any Foundation site. The true nature of SCP-5006 was discovered on 08 September 2002 after the O5 Council compared the official SCiPNET records of Site-608 with isolated backups from Site-01, resulting in the discovery of multiple discrepancies. This prompted a complete audit of Site-608, which revealed that .aic TSATPWTCOTTTADC did not exist in any Site-01 backup files previous to 23 July 2002. 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SCP-5007 | keter | Typical environment affected by SCP-5007 activity. This particular area has experienced ██ incidents since current containment procedures went into effect. Map of SCP-5007's area of activity highlighted in blue. Item #: SCP-5007 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5007-S1 is to be contained in Cell-5007-A, a 20 x 60 metre cylindrical containment chamber within Site 40-R. Cell-5007-A is constructed of reinforced concrete and ballistic glass 25cm thick. No nutrition or outside substances may be introduced into Cell-5007-A outside of testing. Site 40-R has been constructed 200m from SCP-5007-A for the purpose of monitoring the site for the emergence of SCP-5007 instances from SCP-5007-B. Site 40-R is to be equipped with aerial and aquatic rescue equipment alongside meteorological instruments. All parts of Site 40-R are to be covered in netting to protect staff from instances of SCP-5007. Upon confirmation of an instance of SCP-5007 emerging from SCP-5007-B, staff are to use meteorological data and predictive software to track the instance and predict where it will make landfall. Once a destination has been established, the area is to be evacuated and civilians instructed to remain indoors with the pretence of gas leak, storms, or viral outbreak. Aerial and seaborne traffic is also to be re-routed so that they may not approach closer than 10km from the instance's projected flight path. No aircraft or watercraft are to be permitted within 10km of Site-40-R or SCP-5007-A and shall be re-routed upon approach. In the event of a failed evacuation procedure, teams dispatched from Site 40-R are to make efforts to minimize the number of abductions via small arms fire and hiding of civilians. All witnesses of these events are to be administered Class-B Amnestics and the abductions are to be explained by drowning, non-anomalous abduction or truancy. Any individuals abducted by SCP-5007 are to be considered lost and may be terminated at staff discretion. Witness statements issued prior to Foundation involvement are to be discredited via SCP plants within UFO conspiracy groups and organizations, fabrication of death certificates, and amnestics. Any personnel conducting research on SCP-5007-A must not remain still for longer than 40 minutes, and any items left on its surface for longer than 2 hours are to be considered lost. All personnel conducting research on SCP-5007-A are to be fitted with fast retrieval harnesses fitted to an offshore vessel. In the event of attack by SCP-5007 the vessel is to winch the staff to the vessel and return to Site 40-R until it is deemed safe to return. No research may be conducted without the presence of a fire team, and under no circumstances are any staff to enter SCP-5007-B. No attempt to rescue individuals abducted by SCP-5007, shipwreck survivors, or plane crash survivors deposited onto SCP-5007-A is to be made, though remote termination is permitted with Level 3 oversight. Following Expedition 5007-19-S a reinforced concrete and steel containment seal measuring 44m in diameter and 6m thick was constructed and fitted over SCP-5007-B in order to permanently seal it. Following Incident 5007-40-R-12, SCP-5007-B is not to be covered or sealed under any circumstances. Description: SCP-5007 is the collective designation of malicious, partially-humanoid entities that maintain a territory across the Bass Strait, the area of ocean that divides Tasmania and the Australian mainland, and are responsible for a string of disappearances within this range. The morphology of SCP-5007 often varies. Universally, SCP-5007 are composed of groups of between 2 and 9 human bodies fused together amidst large clusters of black tentacles. These tentacles appear to have lengths varying between approximately 2 and 70 metres, and appear fused to the skin where they touch directly. Of note are the stomachs of SCP-5007, which are grossly distorted and swollen to sizes approaching 15 to 20 metres in diameter. SCP-5007 instances are capable of passive flight, attaining buoyancy through enormous quantities of gases produced within their stomachs; across the surface of these organs most specimens develop clusters of simple eyes and bioluminescent organs. Many of their humanoid components appear to have been removed and reattached at seemingly random points. Encounters with SCP-5007 have been known since at least 1858, with the first successful visual recordings accomplished in late 1982 when an instance of SCP-5007 was recorded abducting five children from a Tasmanian beach. Human segments of SCP-5007 appear to remain independent of one another and their behaviour suggests a great deal of discomfort. Vocalizations are incoherent and rarely understandable, typically comprised of gasps, moans and whimpers, though entities have been reported to implore other individuals to approach them when encountered. Ineffectual attempts at self-harm or destruction of stomach organs have been reported as well. Behaviour: SCP-5007 are known to abduct human beings. Each recorded encounter has followed a similar pattern. Victims are almost universally alone or otherwise unsupervised; of note is that victims never require visual aids such as glasses. SCP-5007 may appear in any weather condition, time of day, or time of year. They appear able to navigate all weather with minimal difficulty, regardless of clear or hostile skies. All encounters have occurred within Bass Strait, with a major preference for smaller coastal towns or small boats. SCP-5007 will move towards the shore, stalking the intended victim for a short time before lowering numerous tentacles and appendages to physically grab the individual. A single instance may abduct multiple people at once, with one instance successfully abducting eight men from the decks of a commercial fishing boat within 15 seconds of one another. Once the victims are securely captured, SCP-5007 instances will return to the open water at great speed, often in excess of 320kph. Tracking instances of SCP-5007 has shown that they inhabit a remote reef within Bass Strait, resting and depositing abductees there. Acquisition Log: Initial investigations that led to the discovery of SCP-5007 were disparate investigations into the region, and early theories did not connect so many unusual abductions across such a wide area and across such a wide time period. Theories included an anomalous group of persons, one or more hostile aerial entities inhabiting the stratosphere, phenomena associated with unidentified flying objects, subterranean anomalies, time quirks, and unusual weather patterns. However, after the disappearance of an Agent Taberner's three young children1 and wife2 from a beach in broad daylight in 1980, further research into the region was prioritized. It was soon discovered that reports of UFOs and lights in the sky had coincided with many disappearances in the immediate region, and patterns emerged as this was kept at the forefront of further research. The Foundation immediately began with a focus on simply locating the four lost Taberner family members; this search rapidly opened up into a large-scale investigation into unexplained disappearances following similar patterns along the Victorian coast and later the Tasmanian coast and local islands. Initial assumptions that they had been taken by a Group of Interest or an unknown, local terrestrial element were soon found to be incorrect. Within 3 weeks it was determined that these patterns were common across the entirety of the Bass Strait’s coastal regions. Foundation teams successfully interviewed over 120 witnesses, next of kin, and police groups to establish patterns. They soon discovered that in a vast majority of cases there were no witnesses, the abductions were both preceded and followed by reports of lights in the sky and more concrete sightings of unidentified flying objects described as "looking like balloons." On 23/5/1982, emergency services call centers received a large number of UFO sightings off the coast of Norman Bay, Victoria. Foundation plants within the call centers and emergency organizations alerted local Sites, and task force operatives were dispatched to investigate, upon arrival confirming the appearance and existence of what are now documented as SCP-5007. After a brief evacuation and encounter with the entity, it was successfully captured and transported to Site-40 for containment. The discovery of SCP-5007-A prompted the subsequent construction of Site-40-R and designation of the entity as SCP-5007-S1. Addendum 5007-01: ++ Interview ██/██/1985. Close Prime Minister Harold Holt on a spear fishing expedition to Portsea beach. █ individuals have been abducted from this beach by SCP-5007. Interviewed: Alan Stewart. Interviewer: Dr. ██████████ Foreword: During the initial investigation into SCP-5007 prior to the containment of SCP-5007-S1, the Foundation conducted numerous interviews with relatives of suspected victims of SCP-5007 in an effort to determine a pattern for the disappearances. Among the interviewed was Alan Stewart, who was present during the disappearance of former Australian Prime Minister Harold Holt. Due to the high profile nature of this disappearance, Dr. ██████████ posed as a reporter writing an article about the disappearance. <Begin Log> Dr. ██████████: Thank you for seeing me Mr. Stewart, I know you must be tired of people asking about what happened that day. As I said when we contacted you, we wanted to hear what happened from someone who was actually there, none of the hearsay that's become so common these days. Stewart: No worries. So, uh, where should I start? Dr. ██████████: I think when you entered the water would be best. Stewart: Alright. Well we were still disappointed about not getting to see the yacht pass into the bay, so we decided to go for a swim. The girls and Marty3 took one look at the water and said they weren't going in. I mean, sure it was rough, but at the time I didn't think it was all that bad. Dr. ██████████: You and Mr. Holt were experienced swimmers then? Stewart: Yeah. We'd both been there loads of times. But once we were about waist deep I could feel an undertow. I said to Harold, Do you think we should stay in the shallows? And he just grinned at me and swam out further. I went out a little further but I wasn't the swimmer he was, so I didn't go as far. I could see he was starting to look less sure of himself too. I called out to him, said that maybe he should come back in and he nodded. Then he looked over his shoulder and he said something about some balloons. I never understood what that was about. Dr. ██████████: Balloons? What did he say specifically? Stewart: It was the strangest thing. He looked at me and asked if I could see the balloons around the cliff. I said no, and he said he was going to look. I asked him why he cares about some balloons, said he should come in to shore. He just shook his head and said that they weren't normal balloons, that there was someone inside of them. Then he swam away. Mr. Stewart is silent for several moments, shaking his head. Dr. ██████████: What happened next, Mr. Stewart? Stewart: Everyone knows what happened next. The rip swept him away. It took him out so fast, like a leaf being pulled out in the tide. You could see him swimming sideways, trying to get out like you're supposed to. I… It doesn't matter. Dr. ██████████: Mr. Stewart? Stewart: It's nothing. I was just rattled from seeing a friend taken by the current is all. You think you see things in those situations, sometimes. Dr. ██████████: What did you think you saw? Stewart: You'll think I'm a loon. Dr. ██████████: I can assure you I won't, Mr. Stewart. What you feel like you saw doesn't have to be in the article if you don't want. Mr. Stewart nods and pauses for several moments. Stewart: I saw… I thought I saw Harold start screaming and swimming the other way. Just as he was almost just a dot on the horizon, you know? I think he saw something awful out there in the water, maybe something to do with his balloons. And… And then… Mr. Stewart pauses and rubs his face. Stewart: I saw him pulled up into the air. Something… Something in the clouds reached down and took him. I saw it. Marty says it was just a trick of the light, but… But I don't think it was. I really don't. Dr. ██████████: I'm sorry Mr. Stewart. I didn't want to make you relive something like that. We'll call it a day here, alright? Stewart: You believe me don't you? Dr. ██████████: We all see things sometimes, Mr. Stewart. Thank you for your time. <End Log> Closing Statement: It seems that Mr. Stewart is our only eyewitness to an abduction event thus far. Unfortunately, given the eighteen years between the sighting and this interview, amnestics are not an option here and Mr. Stewart will need to be discredited should he attempt to spread his account of events. Addendum 5007-02: ++ Discovery of SCP-5007-A. ACCESS GRANTED Map displaying suspected victims of SCP-5007 between 1980- Present. Following extensive interviews with witnesses, compiling a database of likely victims and the containment of SCP-5007-S1, it was determined that there must be at least 16 instances of SCP-5007 as yet unaccounted for. As a result of this information, the search for SCP-5007's origin point was made a top priority. Foundation personnel were to closely monitor the coastlines and waters of Bass Strait, and were keeping various Marine survey teams equipped with class-b aquatic research vessels on standby to track any discovered instances of SCP-5007 to its point of origin. At 3:21 AM, the 19/5/1985 Foundation survey teams operating out of Site 40 reported a sighting of a large SCP-5007 specimen headed towards the coastal town of Kilcunda, Victoria, from Bass Strait. Marine survey team 40-Alpha was sent to track the specimen in an effort to determine its point of origin. The following is a video log taken from Sgt. ████ Price's body camera of the resulting events. Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 19/5/1985 Exploration Team: Marine survey Team 40-Alpha Subject: SCP-5007 Team Lead: Sgt. ████ Price Team Members: Cpl. ███████ Bentley, Cpl. ███ Mathers, Cpl. ████ Zmegac [BEGIN LOG] Sgt. Price: There's the entity up ahead, team. Stay sharp, and don't open the protective covers. These things are supposed to have a long reach and I don't want any of you lot being taken. A large instance of SCP-5007 can be seen approximately 75 metres away, floating above a private fishing vessel. The instance is estimated to be 23m in diameter, composed of 7 individuals. Five of these individuals remain unidentified, with the other two being confirmed as Mark and Hope ███████, who disappeared on their honeymoon in 1963. Cpl. Mathers: Yes sir. Cpl. Zmegac: Damn, it really does look like a UFO. Look at the green lights. Cpl. Mathers: Oh God, I think I'm going to be sick. Cpl. Bentley: What is it? Cpl. Mathers: That man and woman up there. It's… It's like they're clay and they’ve been crushed together… there's a tentacle growing into her mouth… Sgt. Price: Enough. Keep it together Mathers. Those are not people, they are just a part of the specimen. Cpl. Mathers: Yes sir, sorry. Cpl. Bentley: Sir, that's a boat it's flying towards, I think it's going to attack. Sgt. Price: Agreed. Zmegac, get us over there. Cpl. Zmegac: Yes sir. 40-Alpha proceeds to approach the fishing vessel, identified as the "License to Chill" registered to one Mr. Gregory Bolwell4. The vessel is occupied by 6 individuals, dubbed Abductees 1-6. Abductee-1 is on the deck while the remaining crew can be seen within the cabin eating breakfast. The SCP-5007 instance is now directly ahead of the fishing boat, and is spotted by Abductee-1. Abductee-1: What the fuck is that? Abductee-4: What’s what? Come on Jane, finish your smoke and come get some brekkie. Alice made eggs. Abductee-6: They're really good! The SCP-5007 instance partially lowers itself toward the boat. Several of its tentacles are trailing in the water and it appears to be observing the crew of the boat. it slowly turns so that the majority of its humanoid parts are facing Abductee-1. SCP-5007: I see you. You will help me see. Abductee-1: Fuck! Abductee-3: Look at the balloons mummy! Abductee-1 sprints towards the door to the cabin of the boat, but is seized by a tentacle and pulled into the air. Abductee-5: Jane! Abductee-2: Oh God! Abductee- 4: Get us the hell out of here! Abductee-5 attempts to exit the cabin, but is restrained by Abductee-2 and Abductee-4. Abductee-2: No, you can't! Abductee-5: Let me go, she's my wife! The SCP-5007 instance proceeds to run its tentacles along the windows of the cabin until the door is located. At this point, a tentacle ending in a mass of human hands opens the door and enters the cabin, grabbing Abductee-2 and violently pulling them outside into the air. Abductees 3-6 panic and attempt to force the tentacle out of the cabin with objects at hand. Cpl. Bentley: Jesus Sarge… Are you sure we can't help them? Sgt. Price: Positive. Disrupting the event could jeopardize the mission. The SCP-5007 specimen successfully captures Abductees 3-6, and proceeds towards 40-Alpha. Sgt. Price: Don't worry, the entryway is locked and rated to remain sealed under five tonnes of force. It can't get in. Cpl. Mathers: I bloody well hope so. Cpl. Zmegac: Is five tonnes enough? Cpl. Bentley: Jesus, they're trying to strangle themselves and are throwing up orange shit… Sgt. Price: The crew of the fishing boat? Cpl. Bentley: No, the peo- the humanoid components of the scip. Sgt. Price: Don't worry about it. Just wait this out and we'll follow it to wherever the hell it lives. Cpl. Zmegac: Roger. The SCP-5007 instance runs its tentacles over 40-Alpha's ship, repeatedly trying to force open the entrance hatch, but is unable to gain entry. It lowers down and closely examines the ship and the crew within at length. Cpl. Mathers: Jesus, its eyes… They're like beach balls. Cpl. Zmegac: I've never seen beach balls like those. Sgt. Price: Enough. Quiet. The specimen shudders and rises back into the air, before heading in a south-western direction. Sgt. Price: Zmegac, get after it. Don't lose it. Cpl. Zmegac: Sir. Sgt. Price: Bentley, tag it. Cpl. Bentley proceeds to fire one "Issurus" class harpoon tracker towards the specimen, successfully implanting it on one of its tentacles. Sgt. Price: Good shot son. Cpl. Bentley: Cheers. The SCP-5007 specimen continues on a south-westerly course, with 40-Alpha following. This takes 4 hours 19 minutes, with 40-Alpha falling significantly behind the specimen, but catching back up as it slowed down once past sight of land. Sgt. Price: There! Look! It's heading to that reef! Cpl. Zmegac: Fuck me, look at them all. Footage shows a large, grey reef ahead, featuring several shipwrecks upon it. There are 13 more SCP-5007 instances floating over the area, some appearing to hold onto the reef with their tentacles. Cpl. Mathers: Looks like it’s going to land, sir. Sgt. Price: Definitely. The specimen slows to a stop above the reef as Alpha-40 pulls alongside it. The SCP-5007 instance lowers Abductees 1-6 towards the reef, before dropping them slightly above the ground. Abductee-4: Is everyone okay? Abductee-1: No I'm not fucking okay! Abductee-2: What are those things? Abductee-6: Look! A boat! Abductee-6 runs towards Alpha-40, but is grabbed and attacked by a large SCP-4159 instance from within a crevice in the reef. Abductee-2 rushes to help, but is deterred by multiple other specimens emerging from the water. Cpl. Zmegac: Oh god, look at them all. Sgt. Price: I've never seen so many. SCP-4159 instances proceed to swarm Abductee-6. Remaining Abductees flee a ways before waving their arms and calling to Alpha-40 for help, displaying significant signs of distress. Cpl. Mathers: We've tracked them now, can't we at least help them now? Cpl. Zmegac: I'm not going over there with that many of those things out there. Sgt. Price: Negative, we need to know what they do to people here. Cpl. Bentley: Jesus. Abductees 1-5 continue to attempt to enlist Alpha-40's aid, before eventually giving in and exploring the reef. Upon approaching the centre of the reef they discover a large pool. Voicing apprehension about further attacks from SCP-4159, the group begins to retreat from its edge, before multiple SCP-5007 and SCP-4159 instances converge upon them. Abductee-3: They're coming back! Abductee-1: Maybe they can't get us in the water! Abductee-5: Jump! Abductees 1, 2, 3 and 5 dive into the pool. Abductee-4 appears to hesitate, before being swarmed by multiple SCP-4159 specimens. The remaining abductees display severe distress, and tread water for some time. Abductee-1: Now what? Abductee-5: I don't know, we'll think of something. Abductee-2 is abruptly pulled below the water. Abductee-5: What do you think Alice? Abductee-1: Alice? Abductee-3: Where is she? Where is mummy? I'm scared auntie Jane! Abductee-3 is pulled below the surface. Abductee-1: Sarah! Abductee-5: What the fuck, was that a tentacle? Wait, no! Abductee-5 is pulled below the surface. Abductee-1 panics and attempts to swim to the edge of the pool, but is menaced by SCP-5007 and SCP-4159. She screams and is abruptly pulled below the surface. Alpha-40 is silent for 72 seconds. Sgt. Price: Let's just go home. [END LOG] Following a review of the footage presented from the body cams, the agents' reports and the tracking data, Foundation teams determined that this reef is the home and origin of SCP-5007 and has been dubbed SCP-5007-A. As such, Site 40-R has been constructed 200m East of SCP-5007-A for the purpose of monitoring and research. Addendum 5007-03: ++ SCP-5007-A and SCP-5007-B. LEVEL 3 CLEARANCE REQUIRED. ACCESS GRANTED SCP-5007-A. SCP-5007-A is a large intertidal reef measuring approximately 1.3km2 located in central Bass Strait. It is largely composed of a previously unknown variety of dark porous rock visually similar to granite, which often seeps iron oxide from an unknown source. This rock possesses the anomalous property of an extraordinarily fast rate of growth. Where non-anomalous rock generally takes millions of years to achieve any significant growth, SCP-5007-A can achieve significant growth in as little as 40 minutes. While the violent waters surrounding it keep this growth rate from expanding SCP-5007-A, it does not impede the growth of rock over foreign objects resting upon it. As a result of this, there are numerous wrecked ships and aircraft on SCP-5007-A that have been completely grown over with rock. SCP-5007-A has proven to be a haven for various anomalous forms of marine life. Much of its surface is host to a form of red algae5 that are specialised to feed upon the freshly grown rock of SCP-5007-A, numerous marine worms capable of temporary levitation6 and marine spiders7 with leg spans of 1 to 3 metres living below the waterline in silk retreats they construct similarly to non anomalous marine spiders. Additionally, there are various small fish inhabiting the rock pools and surrounding waters of SCP-5007-A that have not been discovered elsewhere. SCP-4159 migrate to SCP-5007-A between November and March, residing within its rock pools and the surrounding waters. SCP-5007-A has been confirmed as the origin point for SCP-5007, which often rest here holding onto outcroppings with their tentacles while inactive. There is a large pit in the centre of SCP-5007-A measuring 33m in diameter and extending to an as yet unknown depth below the surface of the water. This pit has been dubbed SCP-5007-B, and unmanned exploration via drones has shown it to have a depth of at least 4000m. Water samples collected from SCP-5007-B contain large quantities of human DNA, Carnobacterium pleistocenium8, and an unknown biological compound possessing significant life preservative qualities. Testing has shown that organisms submerged in this solution are able to survive grievous injuries for an indeterminate amount of time, even when fully submerged and unable to breathe. Exploration of one of the shipwrecks located on SCP-5007-A revealed a journal within a chest. Most of it was illegible due to water damage, but one passage has proven to be of interest to the Foundation. Recovered Documentation 5007-1: Journal of an unknown crew member on the HMS Sappho, dated February 1858 Date Recovered: August 31, 1990 Foreword: This journal was recovered within the HMS Sappho, which was discovered wrecked and almost entirely overgrown with rock on SCP-5007-A. Most of the journal is illegible, save for a passage on what is assumed to be the last page. February, 1858 Still headed east. The boys and me are still cursing Moresby for going after those yankees causing us to have to sail the strait. Everyone knows the stories, and sure enough the sea is in a foul temper. The waves are many yards high in all directions, and we are forced to sail south so as to not be capsized. Me and Fletcher both seen things beneath the waves, like great black serpents with yellow eyes. I weren't going to tell the crew, lest I frighten them, but Fletcher went and spouted out about it. Feels as if they are whipping up these waves, and there is naught we can do of it. Moresby spied land ahead, and the boys say there are giant balloons hanging over the island. We are all afeared, but there is naught we can do but beach ourselves and hope for rescue. Should I be killed in the crash, I want my mates to give this journal to my Mary might know I spent my last thinking only of her. Note: The interior of the ship had many human skeletons overgrown with rock lying inside. It is estimated that a ship of this size would have had many more crew than those seen inside, and the location of the remaining crew is as yet unknown. Addendum 5007-04: ++ Flight recording device transcript. LEVEL 3 CLEARANCE REQUIRED. ACCESS GRANTED Frederick Valentich was a pilot engaged in a training flight over Bass Strait on the 21/10/1978 whose disappearance can be attributed to SCP-5007. Unfortunately, transcripts of his transmissions to Melbourne air traffic control during this event were released to the public prior to Foundation involvement. As such, Foundation web scrubbers have made efforts to discredit paranormal theories by posing as members of the online UFO community while the official explanation for is disappearance is that "Valentich became disorientated and saw his own lights reflected in the water, or lights from a nearby island, while flying upside down." Photograph of the pilot, Frederick Valentich. Audio Transcript: Frederick Valentich to Melbourne air traffic control: The following transcript was made at 7:06PM on the 21/10/1978 when pilot Frederick Valentich contacted Melbourne air traffic control to report to presence of an instance of SCP-5007 flying in his airspace as he piloted a Cessna 182L over Bass Strait. This transcript preceded the instance attacking and forcing an emergency landing on water. Valentich: Melbourne, this is Delta Sierra Juliet. Is there any known traffic below five thousand? Melbourne: Delta Sierra Juliet, no known traffic. Valentich: Delta Sierra Juliet, I am, seems to be, a large aircraft below five thousand. Melbourne: Delta Sierra Juliet, what type of aircraft is it? Valentich: Delta Sierra Juliet, I cannot affirm, it is four bright, it seems to me, like landing lights. Melbourne: Delta Sierra Juliet. Valentich: Melbourne, this is Delta Sierra Juliet, the aircraft has just passed over me at least a thousand feet above. Valentich: Delta Sierra Juliet, Melbourne. It seems like it's stationary. What I'm doing right now is orbiting and the thing is just orbiting on top of me. Also it's got a green light and sort of metallic, like it's all shiny on the outside. Valentich: Delta Sierra Juliet, the engine is rough idling, I've got it set at twenty three twenty four and the thing is coughing. Melbourne: Delta Sierra Juliet, roger, what are your intentions? Valentich: My intentions are to go to King Island. Melbourne, that strange aircraft is hovering on top of me again… It is hovering and it's not an aircraft. Melbourne: Delta Sierra Juliet? Valentich: Delta Sierra Juliet, Melbourne… Melbourne: Delta Sierra Juliet, Melbourne? Notes: At this point the transmission was interrupted by unidentified noise described as being "metallic, scraping sounds" before all contact was lost. It is believed that these sounds were made by an instance of SCP-5007 attacking Valentichs aircraft and attempting to jam the propellers with its biomass. Prior to Foundation involvement there have been numerous government and civilian searches for Valentichs wreckage, all unsuccessful. It was only during an unmanned exploration of SCP-5007-B that the wreckage of his aircraft was found embedded in the rocky walls 1200 metres below sea level. The plane appeared to have been crushed under tremendous pressure. Foundation personnel operating out of Site 40-R were able to recover the wreckage for analysis on the 27/10/1993 with no losses. Analysis of the wreckage showed that the craft had suffered catastrophic engine failure due to a collision with a large biological mass, forcing the aircraft to be ditched into the water, causing further damage. Analysis of the interior revealed the presence of human remains matching Valentich's description mixed with DNA samples not matching any known form of life, along with an aftermarket cockpit recording device. Although partially damaged, a transcript of the recording is available below. Audio Transcript: Cockpit recording device VH-DSJ: Date Recovered: 27/10/1993 Forward:The following recording has been edited to begin where Valentichs Transmission to Melbourne air traffic control ended. Some portions are too damaged to produce any viable data. Recording Transcript: Rapid breathing can be heard along with the sound of the planes engine running poorly. Melbourne air traffic control can be heard attempting to reach Valentich over the radio. Valentich: Oh god don't come any closer, stay up there- Shit, no! There is a loud crash and the engine stalls. Valentich: Jesus it hit me! It's crashed right into me and it’s jammed the propellers! God no, I'm going down! SCP-5007: You will see. Valentich can be heard screaming and panicking for 23 seconds before seeming to regain some composure. Valentich: Attempting to uh, to glide as long as I can before ditching in the water. Got to… Got to hope someone comes looking. Wind, SCP-5007 and Valentich's exertions can be heard for 2 minutes 48 seconds until the plane impacts the water. Various electrical shorts and crashing sounds are heard upon impact. Valentich: Ow! God. That was worse than I thought it would be. Uh, no leaks in here yet, the… The thing fell off on impact thank god. The sea is choppy, I've activated a distress call but the radio is all smashed. The sea can be heard outside the cabin, and Valentich appears to begin to say something Valentich: I'm sorry dad, you we- [DAMAGED PORTION] Valentich: -was that? A loud splash, followed by a bang can be heard. Valentich: No! Stop! Oh god the tentacle is back. It's back! It's looking at me and it's grabbing the plane! No! No, don't! Sound from outside the plane becomes muffled, suggesting it has been submerged fully. Valentich: Please let me go, let me go, let me go! Valentich proceeds to panic and express distress for a further 39 minutes before the plane can be heard to groan as though being crushed. There is a shattering sound and water can be heard rushing inside of the cockpit. Notes: Nothing else of note was recorded following this point. Based on the crush damage to the plane it is hypothesised that an unknown entity connected to SCP-5007-B physically pulled Valentichs aircraft at least 8000 metres below sea level. This entity is believed to have been responsible for Abductees 1-6 disappearance within SCP-5007-B, and to be the same described in Recovered Documentation 5007-1. Addendum 5007-05: ++ SCP-5007-C Event H. LEVEL 3 CLEARANCE REQUIRED. – hide block Site 40-R as seen from SCP-5007-A. Following the construction of Site-40-R a log of all SCP-5007 departures and returns has been maintained, with instances returning with abducted victims 83% less often than prior to current containment procedures. However, on the 19/4/2003 Site 40-R logged three SCP-5007 instances departing SCP-5007-A, and on the 23/4/2008 recorded thirty six instances returning, with only two not having any fresh abductees. No monitoring post has any records of missing persons, SCP-5007 sightings, or satellite data indicating the presence of these as yet unaccounted for instances. This event was followed by the largest SCP-5007 instance being [DATA EXPUNGED] by a large tentacle originating from SCP-5007-B. This process took 78 hours, and necessitated a 26% increase in on site psychological counseling. While the presence of a large entity below SCP-5007-B has been suspected for some time, this is the first concrete evidence presented to the Foundation to date. This entity has been designated SCP-5007-C, and the confirmation of its existence will necessitate a manned exploration of SCP-5007-B in order to determine the nature of SCP-5007-C, with Dr. Steenstrup volunteering for the mission. Addendum 5007-06: ++ SCP-5007-B Manned Exploration. LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE REQUIRED. ACCESS GRANTED SCP-5007-B MANNED EXPEDITION 38 VIDEO LOG DATE: 4/12/2017 NOTE: In an effort to determine the nature of both SCP-5007-B and SCP-5007-C, it was determined that a manned exploration of SCP-5007-B would be necessary. Between the 19/5/2008 and the 4/12/2017 there have been thirty seven attempted expeditions, all of which resulted in failure due to hull collapse caused by intense pressure. Working collaboratively with private companies, the Foundation was able to develop a deep sea submersible capable of diving to a maximum of 13,500m underwater9. Following the losses of trained personnel on previous exploration attempts, it was decided that a D-Class personnel10 would be trained in the operation of this submersible and would carry out the mission. D-5007-98 was instructed to dive to the bottom of SCP-5007-B and to describe significant depth readings. Cameras mounted on the exterior of the SCPS Nautilus and a microphone mounted within would record all possible detail. Due to the depth of the water involved in this test, remote viewing of this footage was impossible and required physical recollection of the vessel to view. Note on brevity and corruption: Due to extraneous and irrelevant footage's removal and the data corruption present in its later stages of the log, this is not the full record of Exploration 5007-B-38. Front view of the SCPS Nautilus. [BEGIN LOG] [00:00:01]: D-5007-98 completes pre-dive preparations and checks on himself and the SCPS Nautilus, and is craned over SCP-5007-B. [00:02:30]: D-5007-98: All systems are good, I'm ready to submerge. [00:03:00]: SCPS Nautilus is lowered into SCP-5007-B and is disconnected from the crane. [00:03:19]: D-5007-98: Looking good, headed down. Seeing a lot of strange blacky yellow vines growing around the walls of the trench. [00:26:35]: Visibility is good, and black tendrils with yellow markings can be seen lining the walls of the pit. [00:32:12]: Several SCP-5007-A3 instances are seen inhabiting a large communal web. The largest extends a limb to touch the SCPS Nautilus before quickly withdrawing. [00:37:08]: A large SCP-5007 instance comes into view, clinging to a rocky outcropping. All of its eyes follow the SCPS Nautilus, and many of the previously seen tendrils are wrapped around the specimen and inside of its orifices, particularly the mouths and noses of the individuals composing the bulk of the specimen. [00:37:20]: D-5007-98: Jesus, is that a plane its holding onto? Uh, 528 metres down. [00:37:30]: Another 16 SCP-5007 instances are seen resting against the walls of SCP-5007-B between 528 and 1750 metres. [01:03:27]: D-5007-98: Natural light is all gone. I'm glad those things don't seem interested in me. [01:13:52]: A large six gill shark swims past the SCPS-Nautilus and proceeds to attack an SCP-5007-A3 instance. [01:15:00]: D-5007-98: 2123 metres down n- holy crap, where did he come from? 01:13:52. [01:20:00]: Another 119 SCP-5007 instances and 487 SCP-4159 instances are seen between 2123 and 5391 metres deep, along with 58 overgrown plane wrecks. These wrecks are often inhabited by SCP-5007-A3 instances. There is no natural light penetrating to this depth. [03:45:36]: D-5007-98: How am I not at the bottom? They said they didn't think it went deeper than 4000 metres. What is that? Seeing machines at 5520 metres. [03:53:19]: Numerous unmanned submersibles are seen tangled in the black tendrils growing along the walls, some are nearly fully covered by stone. [03:58:56]: The SCPS Nautilus passes a badly damaged human arm, which appears to have been crushed. The arm is visibly twitching [03:59:03]: D-5007-98: Oh my god. Uh, 5800 metres now, seeing human remains. God I can't wait to get back up and go home. I wouldn't mind just going back to prison at this point, it feels so fucking wrong down here. [04:19:19]: The SCPS Nautilus passes into a brine pool, and visibility drops. [04:19:26]: D-5007-98: Visibility's even worse down here. 6000 metres now, just passed into the brine layer. I'm not seeing any fish or anything. [04:40:40]: The SCPS Nautilus enters a large mass of human remains similar to the arm encountered at 03:58:56. The remains all appear to have been crushed, drained of blood and possessing intact eyes. D-5007-98 can be heard hyperventilating as they enter this area. Each individual floating in this area is alive and attempting to move despite the enormous damage to their bodies. All can be seen to visibly observe the SCPS Nautilus as it passes them. [04:44:44]: D-5007-98: Oh my god, oh no no no no. This can't be possible, how are they moving? [04:47:52]: At this point, the remains are attempting to grab the SCPS Nautilus and appear to be attempting to communicate with it. Thumping can be heard inside the submersible as they bump against it. [05:27:19]: D-5007-98 They're saying something, Oh god they're talking to me, what are they saying? [05:34:21]: One set of partial remains floats in front of the SCPS Nautilus, looking directly at the camera. Later analysis confirmed this to be the remains of former Australian Prime Minister Harold Holt. It mouths something to the camera, unable to be deciphered by Foundation lip readers. [05:34:28]: D-5007-98: Go back! They’re saying go back! Oh fuck no, I can't do this, I can't! I've gone down 6700 metres, I'm not going further. [06:03:47]: SCPS Nautilus' rate of descent can be seen to slow, but passes the mass of human remains into clear water again. [06:08:09]: D-5007-98: I… Please let it be over… I can't see that again. I… Maybe there's a different way out at the bottom, please… [06:10:23]: D-5007-98 can be heard performing calming breathing exercises for 19 minutes. [06:29:56]: D-5007-98: Okay, let's keep going. Currently at 7208 metres down. [07:08:24]: A Foundation submersible comes into view floating in the open water. It has visibly imploded. [07:08:29]: D-5007-98: Jesus. I'm glad this one's top of the line… 8963 metres, encountered a destroyed submersible. [07:45:07]: A large black tentacle can be seen rapidly emerging from below. It is approximately 8 metres in diameter and features numerous yellow eyes growing on it. This tentacle proceeds to wrap around the SCPS Nautilus and begins to rapidly drag it down. D-5007-98 can be heard panicking and expressing distress during this process. [07:45:47]: D-5007-98: Please God save me and deliver me and forgive my sins I don't want to die five miles under the sea I want to see my Chloe again please Go- [07:53:94]: At this point data corruption begins affecting the footage. No audio can be heard and there is static present in the footage. [07:57:34]: Eight more tentacles can be seen rising towards the SCPS-Nautilus. Three of these possess large openings on their ends, which proceed to open as they approach the submersible, revealing large clusters of eyes, mouths and human heads seemingly grafted to the tentacles. [08:13:40]: Static and blurred images. D-5007-98 can be heard vomiting, followed by a muffled thump as he presumably loses consciousness. [10:74:85]: The SCPS Nautilus appears to now be resting on the sea floor, with no rocky walls in sight. Black tendrils cover the seabed and detritus in the water moves irregularly, indicating something moving off camera. A dark shape begins to approach the Nautilus. [10:76:20]: Static. [11:03:52]: The SCPS Nautilus is now resting on a rocky shelf overhanging a drop off. A mass of thin tentacles are emerging from within this drop off and are holding ████ Taberner and ██████ Anderson.11 The tentacles proceed to press the individuals together, causing them fuse together by unknown means. Both individuals show signs of significant distress. The tentacles proceed to further alter both victims, before thin green tentacles enter the frame from above and force themselves into the victims abdomens, which begin to swell. 11:97:97. [11:97:97]: Static, unclear fragments of images. [44:44:44]: Entire frame is filled by an enormous eye ringed with tentacles, large claws and human remains. It is estimated to be at least 650 metres in diameter. D-5007-98 can be heard screaming for the entire duration of this portion of footage. [12:35:08]: Static [12:38:48]: [DATA EXPUNGED] [12:58:19]: The SCPS Nautilus is rapidly ascending, though the cameras are partially obscured by an unknown substance. D-5007-98 can be heard babbling and vomiting. [13:02:15]: D-5007-98: It saw me! It saw me! It saw everything, it wants to know everything, why can I see so much? I don't want it to see me anymore please make it stop looking at me! [15:37:12]: The SCPS Nautilus breaches the surface. Recovery teams successfully recover the submersible. [END LOG] Afterward: Upon the recovery of the SCPS Nautilus it was found that the submersible was almost entirely covered in a thick organic coating. This coating was visually similar to a black slime mold, but was host to dozens of eyes growing from it. Additionally, the submersible itself had suffered partial crush damage rendering the access hatches inoperable. Recovery team 2 proceeded to transport the Nautilus to Site 40-R in a temporary containment system so that D-5007-98 and the recordings could be safely extracted. Upon their extrication from the SCPS Nautilus, D-5007-98 immediately attempted to attack Foundation personnel and harm themselves. They showed signs of anomalous physical alteration, namely the growth of numerous eyes over their upper body and arms. On-site security determined that D-5007-98 was a threat to personnel safety and immediately terminated them with small arms fire. Recovery of the recording data was successfully carried out, although there was some corruption. Analysis of the on-board computer systems showed that the SCPS Nautilus had been taken to a maximum depth of 17,934 metres below sea level. Due to the unknown nature of the material coating the submersible, it was determined that the Nautilus would be dismantled and incinerated along with the remains of D-5007-98. Following review of the recovered footage, it was determined that SCP-5007-B must be sealed. Construction of a reinforced containment seal to be fitted over SCP-5007-B is now underway. Addendum 5007-07: ++ INCIDENT 5007-40-R-12. LEVEL 5 RESTRICTED, PROCEED? CLEARANCE GRANTED Initial Events MTF Gamma-6 Investigation Log Site 40-R Recovered Footage Incident 5007-40-R-12 Analysis: Construction of the SCP-5007-B Containment Seal was completed on the 19/01/2018 and was rapidly transported to SCP-5007-A where it was fitted over SCP-5007-B via drilled anchor points on the 21/01/2018. Site 40-R reported the operation a success and resumed monitoring of SCP-5007-A at 13:28 hours. At 01:48 hours on the 22/01/2018 Site 40-R ceased transmitting all signals to Site 40. Upon transmitting various messages and orders to Site 40-R, every device within Site 40 received the following email from the account of Dr. Steenstrup, who was lost in action during an early attempt to explore SCP-5007-B. DATE: 22/01/2018 SUBJECT: I WANT TO SEE FROM: <edgar.steenstrup@███████> TO: <█████.██████████@███████> FOUND YOU A small percentage of the staff receiving this email proceeded to undergo anomalous physical changes similar to those seen in D-5007-98. Surgery was able to save 85% of the affected individuals. A Site-wide network scrub was initiated, and it was determined that MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") would be needed to re-establish contact with Site 40-R. Due to adverse weather conditions, it was not deemed safe to investigate Site 40-R until the 17/02/2018. Investigation of Site 40-R: Note: The following events took place on the 17/02/2018, resulting in the worst losses MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") have experienced since 1984. The footage itself was obtained from the body camera of Cpt. ██████ Wallace, one of two survivors of the expedition to Site 40-R. Extraneous detail and dialogue has been removed from this log. [05:37:12]: Aboard the marine transport, footage shows the approach to Site 40-R. The site is seen to be heavily damaged and partially submerged, with multiple SCP-5007 instances resting upon it as they do on SCP-5007-A. [05:43:30]: Closer inspection of the site from the water shows that both west facing support pillars have been buckled by a significant impact. Three large objects can be seen resting on top of the Site, and there is evidence of multiple now extinguished fires. The protective netting over the Site has been removed. The transport proceeds to moor itself by the water access station. [05:48:30]: Initial examination of Site 40-R's exterior begins. Massive structural damage can be seen, with the three large objects appearing to have caused most of this damage. Closer examination of these objects shows these to be the Containment Seal previously fitted over SCP-5007-B. These sections of the seal appear to have been broken apart via massive physical force. Each segment is coated with a thick organic material, from which multiple large eyes were growing. This material is seen to have spread across much of the exterior surface of Site 40-R, and the eyes growing from it can be seen tracking the task forces movements. [06:13:27]: MTF enters the site via Corridor 12-B. An examination of an information terminal is conducted, showing that the Site is running on reserve power only, with the reactor having been shut off by automated systems to avoid a meltdown. Continued searching of the Site shows more organic matter growing within the corridor. No On-site personnel are located and the decision to move the search to Level Six12 of the Site is made. [06:34:03]: Due to structural damage to the stairwells of the Site, use of maintenance tunnels was required to reach Level Six. This led the task force directly to the main command center, where multiple staff members were located. All had numerous large yellow eyes growing across their bodies and internal organs. In some cases individuals whose entire torso had been converted to one massive eye and adhered itself to a nearby surface were seen, whereas other individuals faces had been entirely replaced by a single large eye. [06:51:55]: Further examination of Level Six was able to locate 82% of the Site's staff. All had been altered in the same manner as those found in the main command center. The majority of these individuals remained seated or reclined, though some stood or would move throughout the Site. While the eyes growing from these individuals were observed to track the task force, none of the staff responded or interacted with MTF members in any way. [07:09:23]: Continuing the search, it was discovered that the stairwell and maintenance tunnels leading to Level Seven13 were inaccessible. Analysing the lower level with remote scanners showed that there was no seawater present in Level Seven, and that the main containment facility was several degrees warmer than the surrounding environment. The decision was made to cut through to the containment facility and rappel down. [07:52:15]: Footage shows that the main containment facility is largely undamaged save for a large breach in the floor, through which an extremely large black tentacle had entered. The tentacle was coiled around the walls of the chamber before allowing its end to hang freely in the air from the ceiling. Its entire surface was covered in spiraling rows of large eyes, before terminating in a large fleshy mass resembling elements of human, cetacean, reptilian and fish anatomy. The remaining staff members could be seen having arranged themselves into a spiral formation around the end of this tentacle, and were proceeding to enter an opening at the tip in single file. These staff members had undergone similar alterations as those found on Level Six to varying degrees. [07:55:27]: The MTF successfully enters Level Seven and proceeds to survey the room. Breathing apparatuses are readied in anticipation of potential flooding. At this point Sgt. ███ Hoctor attempts to communicate with a less altered staff member, resulting in the task force being attacked en masse by all of the affected individuals. [07:58:58]: All members of MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") engage the affected staff with automatic weapons. On multiple occasions it can be seen that altered staff fail to die until the destruction of anomalous ocular growths is achieved. Pvt. ███████ Wheatley is non-fatally wounded and all remaining anomalously affected staff were successfully terminated. [08:07:46]: Pvt. Wheatley's injuries are treated. Several MTF members are examining the bodies of the deceased when the tentacle begins to violently attack the team. Sgt. Hoctor, Pvt. Royce, Pvt. Trujillo, and Pvt. Crahan are immediately closest to the tentacle and are either thrown into the walls or crushed beneath the tentacle. The rest of the MTF retreat to the security station and fire upon the tentacle. A distress call was made to Site 40, who proceeded to dispatch a rescue helicopter to Site 40-R. After several attempts to enter the security station, the tentacle then proceeded to exit the chamber, causing rapid flooding. The MTF was forced to equip their breathing apparatuses and abandon Pvt. Wheatley to retreat via the breach. [08:08:03]: Upon exiting Site 40-R, between sixteen and thirty tentacles believed to belong to SCP-5007-C can be seen emerging from the sea floor. Cpt. Wallace can be seen instructing the remaining MTF members to proceed to the submerged scaffolding and to surface before following personally. Sgt. Fehn and Pvt. Schneider can be seen being grabbed by SCP-5007-C and rapidly pulled into deep water, with the tentacles not reacting to the resulting weapons fire in any way. [08:08:42]: The MTF reaches the scaffolding and proceeds to ascend toward the surface. Near the surface a large tentacle an estimated seventeen metres in diameter wraps around the entire support column, crushing Pvt. Anders, Sgt. Davis and Pvt. Bredl. Cpt. Wallace and Pvt. Taylor successfully reach the surface and proceed to Corridor 12-B to await rescue. [08:56:19]: Three large tentacles are seen lifting the marine transport from the water before throwing it several hundred metres out to sea, where waves force it to be grounded on SCP-5007-A. No more tentacles are seen after this point. [09:28:23]: Cpt. Wallace complains of physical discomfort, and proceeds to women’s restroom 12-B and examines herself in the mirror. Clusters of yellow eyes can be seen emerging from her left shoulder, chest and arm and cheek. Cpt. Wallace expresses distress and returns to Pvt. Taylor, who is displaying similar symptoms. [11:15:56]: Cpt. Wallace and Pvt. Taylor are successfully recovered via rescue helicopter and returned to Site-40. Afterword: Both Cpt. Wallace and Pvt. Taylor were able to be saved through extensive surgery removing the anomalous growths, and received commendations for their efforts. It was advised that Site 40-R would be repaired and restaffed. These repairs were completed on the 27/10/2018 without incident, with observation and research of SCP-5007-A, B and C proceeding smoothly. Site 40-R has resumed the management of Containing of SCP-5007, and no further sightings of SCP-5007-C have been reported. Analysis of footage recovered from Site 40-R: Note: Following the repair and restaffing of Site 40-R, security footage was recovered from on-site servers. This footage required extensive reconstruction, and shed new light on the events of Incident 5007-40-R-12. Following the review of this footage, it was decided that no further efforts to seal SCP-5007-B would be made. A transcript of the recovered footage follows: 01:45 hours, Site 40-R exterior camera 6-B: Poor weather limits the camera's field of vision. Conditions are stormy, visible footage shows the exterior of Site 40-R. A patrol ship can be seen circling SCP-5007-A. The vessels search light is focused on the seal over SCP-5007-B. A series of extremely loud bangs come from SCP-5007-B, and the containment seal can be seen buckling outwards. Klaxons sound and on-site security can be seen mobilizing. 01:45 hours, Containment Seal camera 1: All visible SCP-5007 instances are seen to approach Site 40-R. Fractures can be seen to form along the Containment Seal. 01:46 hours, Site 40-R exterior camera 6-B: Containment seal ruptures. Five large tentacles (presumed to belong to SCP-5007-C) emerge from the breach in the Containment Seal, prying it from SCP-5007-A. The patrol vessel opens fire upon the tentacles. Three large SCP-5007 instances lift the vessel into the air before depositing it on SCP-5007-A. A tentacle emerges from SCP-5007-B, proceeding to seize the vessel and drag it underwater into SCP-5007-B. 01:46 hours, Site 40-R exterior camera 7-F: Multiple SCP-5007 instances can be seen attacking Site 40-R, working cooperatively to remove the protective netting from the Site. Automated security systems and on-site security personnel engage SCP-5007 instances, incapacitating three instances. 01:47 hours, Site 40-R exterior camera 6-B: The tentacles emerging from SCP-5007-B tear a section of the containment seal from its housing and proceeds to throw it at Site 40-R. Impact is out of frame; results in a loss of primary power to the site. Automated weaponry cease function, and the on-site emergency lighting and alarms activate. 01:47 hours, Site 40-R exterior camera 1-G: Multiple Foundation watercraft are seen departing from the Site towards SCP-5007-A, but are engaged by SCP-5007-C before arrival. Three gunships are seen to be lifted from the water by large tentacles and crushed before being pulled beneath the surface. 01:47 hours, Site 40-R exterior camera 7-F: SCP-5007 instances succeed in removing the protective netting from site 40-R and proceed to attack and abduct retreating security personnel en-masse. 01:47 hours, Containment Seal camera 1: Remaining Foundation gunships are thrown toward SCP-5007-A. Survivors are seen to emerge from the wreckage and engage multiple SCP-5007-A3 and SCP-4159 instances. 01:48 hours, Site 40-R exterior camera 6-B: SCP-5007-C manages to remove the remaining sections of the containment seal and proceeds to throw them at Site 40-R. One of these can be seen impacting the communications tower, and the Site now has multiple fires burning across its exterior. Security personnel can be seen being abducted in large numbers. 01:48 hours, Site 40-R exterior camera 6-B: Pvt. David Haar can be seen attempting to hide himself from SCP-5007 instances by climbing into the scaffolding of the site, but is knocked into the water by stray fire. 01:48 hours, Site 40-R submerged camera 19-H: Pvt. Haar is pulled to the sea floor by SCP-5007-C, which can be seen emerging from the sand. Upon reaching the sea floor, Pvt Haar attempts to escape but is pulled beneath the sand. Multiple SCP-5007-C tentacles can be seen emerging from the sea floor and rapidly surfacing. 01:48 hours, Containment Seal camera 1: Surviving gunship crews are overwhelmed by multiple instances of SCP-4159 and incapacitated. SCP-5007 instances can be seen returning to SCP-5007-A from Site 40-R and throwing captured on-site security forces at SCP-5007-A from an estimated height of 20 to 35 metres. Numerous SCP-5007-A3 instances can be seen preying on these personnel. 01:49 hours, Site 40-R exterior camera 6-B: Multiple SCP-5007-C tentacles can be seen entering frame and wrapping themselves around the site, causing significant structural damage. These tentacles can be seen entering the site via various access points. At this point the camera's view begins to tilt as the sites support pillars buckle under the additional weight of the Containment Seal. 01:53 hours, Site 40-R security station 12-B camera: Multiple on-site security personnel can be seen having fortified their position and are aiming their weapons toward an exterior door. Sgt. Andrew Williamson reports contact and all security personnel open fire in the direction of the exterior door. A large tentacle featuring spiraling rows of eyes and terminating in a large mouth enters the frame, and can be seen to be receiving damage from the sustained fire. The tentacle's "mouth" opens, revealing a large yellow eye. 01:54 hours, Site 40-R security station 12-B camera: All security personnel display extreme discomfort and pain, with many dropping their weapons. Multiple large eyes can be seen beginning to grow on their bodies, with Sgt. Williamson's mouth notably being filled by one such eye and expanding to cover his entire face. The tentacle proceeds past the security personnel, destroying the camera. 02:08 hours, Site 40-R main command center camera 6: Remaining staff can be seen fortifying the command center, with remaining security distributing weaponry among staff. Video terminals on screen show multiple SCP-5007-C tentacles converging upon the command center. 02:22 hours, Site 40-R directors office camera: Site Director Gladys Morrison can be seen attempting to barricade the door to her office, but is knocked back as a large tentacle enters the room. Morrison hides behind her desk as the tentacle can be seen to split open, revealing a severely mutated Dr Steenstrup has been integrated into the tentacle. Director Morrison fires several shots at Dr Steenstrup with her sidearm to no effect. Dr Steenstrup can be seen raising his arms and tentacles, causing significant disruption to the camera's feed. Director Morrison's skin can be seen beginning to pulsate and bulge, and Dr Steenstrup emits a loud wail. At this point all camera feeds on-site fail. Afterword: Following the recovery of the above footage, it was determined that Site 40-R would be fitted with Class-Σ auto cannons, and that no further efforts to seal SCP-5007-B will be made. Future research into the nature of SCP-5007-C is to be made a priority, and must be carried out with the most non-invasive methods available. Video still recovered the morning after Incident 5007-40-R-12. Source unknown. Footnotes 1. Jillian Taberner, Elizabeth Taberner and William Taberner. 2. Mary Taberner 3. Marjorie Gillespie, Vyner Gillespie and Martin Simpson, who were also present at the disappearance. 4. Abductee-4 5. SCP-5007-A1 6. SCP-5007-A2 7. SCP-5007-A3 8. Previously only found in permafrost from over 32,000 years BC 9. Dubbed the SCPS Nautilus 10. D-5007-98 11. Disappeared from Deal Island in 2001 12. Housing the Main command center, Security, Medical and residential facilities. 13. Main research and Containment facilities |
SCP-5008 | thaumiel | SCP-5008: HUSH With thanks to: Rounderhouse, Woedenaz, Croquembouche and djkaktus, all of whom designed elements of the formatting I've used, and also to Lord_of_Laugh, Panteradactyl, Oboebandgeek99, GerrymanderBassist, T Rutherford, and DrAkimoto for crit at various stages. https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:The_British_Army_in_the_Middle_East_1941_E4087.jpg https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Ruins_of_Chefren_(1878)_-_TIMEA.jpg https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Acelerador_de_Particula_1996.jpg https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Amsbeamtesting.JPG ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Does the Black Moon howl? . . . In night and silence we guard against all that would make it wail. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Level 5/5008 clearance verified. Welcome, Researcher. . . . Item#: SCP-5008 Level5 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5008-Prime as depicted by O5-3-0.1 O5-4-0 (left) and O5-7-0 (right) are present. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Forces SCPF Site-01 N/A [REDACTED] MTF Alpha-1, MTF Gamma-7 Special Containment Procedures: The site of SCP-5008-Prime is physically contained by MTF Gamma-7 ("Burning Coronet") under standard security procedures for high-priority anomalous archaeological locations, including perimeter fencing, landmines, and aerial drone monitoring. Containment is simplified by thousands of years of erosion and shifting sands, which have almost entirely concealed the portions of SCP-5008-Prime that were aboveground at the time of its construction. MTF Gamma-7 personnel are not authorized to enter SCP-5008-Prime, to otherwise further investigate the structure, or to know of its former or current contents. Further investigation of SCP-5008-Prime is to be performed by personnel authorized to access this file, if determined to be necessary by an Overseer Council member. SCP-5008 itself is contained in Sector 231 of the Thaumiel Wing of Site-01, which has been adapted from its original purpose as an aircraft hangar to store SCP-5008. A specially trained information security management team, acting under the supervision of O5-1, monitors and operates the device as necessary for global security purposes. The actual activation of SCP-5008 requires a majority vote by the Overseer Council, or an order of mercy issued by a majority of authorized Ethics Committee delegates. Outside of formal Overseer Council or Ethics Committee votes, requests, suggestions, and questions regarding SCP-5008's operation may be submitted to O5-1's Site-01 secretary, presently Therese Machzer. Any further discoveries related to GoI-5008 ("The Keepers") are to be censored and compartmentalized under the same restrictions as this file. SCP-5008 is to be considered available for this purpose, but conventional information suppression tactics are in place as part of the operational profile of MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"). Should circumstances require it, unauthorized personnel are to be led to believe that there is no SCP-5008. Outside of Site-01, SCP-5008 is not to be referred to except when absolutely necessary, and then only as "HUSH," its approved codename. SCP-5008 control chamber. Description: SCP-5008 is the Harpocrates-Usheq Confidentiality Engine, which was developed primarily based upon materials recovered from Erikesh-um, the chief monastery of the Erikeshan people (since designated SCP-5008-Prime and GoI-5008). SCP-5008 consists of over 4200 cubic meters of various machine elements, the majority of which are automated and serve to amplify its telepathic impact. The exact effective range of SCP-5008 remains indeterminable, but it has been shown to operate with absolute precision over 1.1 million kilometers. A false-color representation of a simple thoughtwave broadcasted by SCP-5008, conveying the concept of loyalty. SCP-5008 is capable of immunizing life forms within a preset area of effect against certain concepts, including general emotions, instincts, sensory abilities, and recent or long term memories. Originally, SCP-5008 was only capable of large-scale blunt cognitive alterations, but refinement over the past [REDACTED] historical cycles and new discoveries pertaining to the now-extinct Erikeshans has dramatically improved its accuracy, effectiveness, and ease of use. SCP-5008 is operated by means of a beryllium bronze clockwork device integrated into the circuitry of its control chamber, designated SCP-5008-Modus. This device consists of an equilateral triangular plate, just under one meter in width, evenly tessellated and engraved with precisely 300 of the fundamental glyphs of the Erikeshan written language and their mathematical system. This plate is affixed to a circular disc containing its clockwork components.2 The underside of this disc bears a partially damaged inscription of Mekhanite derivation, reading "[to the] friends of the temple, [we] grant [this] token of truce." It is signed in the same dialect with a name that may be phonetically rendered as "Bu Mor Oh." Depression of the glyphs on the surface of SCP-5008-Modus (or combinations thereof) activate its internal mechanisms and, through unknown means, define concepts to be acted upon by SCP-5008 as a whole. Conventional digital control systems, incorporated at the time of SCP-5008's construction, are also present in the chamber to allow for targeting. SCP-5008-Prime at the time of its initial inspection by the Foundation. Addendum 5008-1: SCP-5008-Prime SCP-5008-Prime was discovered by independent Hellenistic archaeological prospectors in the month of Corvus in 1-1938,3 at a location which now corresponds to a point ██ kilometers [REDACTED] of Alexandria, Egypt. The site was acquired under eminent domain by the Treasury of the Hellenistic Potentate4 and subsequently designated a historical heritage site. It was not until 1-1944 that the Foundation's Secret Consulate for North African nations was able to obtain access in return for the relaxation of economic sanctions from other nations. SCP-5008-Prime had not originally been considered to be a point of interest related to any of the ancient anomalous cultures of the Middle East, but inspection quickly proved otherwise. ► Report To The Overseers ▼ Report To The Overseers 6th of Cancer, 1944 Preliminary Observations Of Archaeological Site 231 To The Council, Our assumptions were wrong. The ruins of what the local Treasurers call "Alexahmat" is no ordinary pharaonic tomb. The stonework is right, all hewn limestone and granite, but not even the priests of the Old Kingdoms could work the sorceries layered within its walls. This work could only have been done in the bygone age of Erikesh. You have likely already heard how our ship was behind schedule, and thus we only arrived at last night. Our progress thus far is limited. I have established a safe zone for us to camp in, and Kleppman has set up his "sonar" contraption. The security men, meanwhile, have rounded up some of the old expedition members with the help of the Treasury's agents. We have been able to obtain very little information from them, sadly; they are all nearly too terrified to speak of it. Some show definite signs of cognito-disturbance. From what we were able to discern, the Treasurers examined 231's upper floors and three of those underground. They intended to do more and would have if one of their historians had not stumbled out of a lower chamber without his skin on. (I was able to examine the body. A delayed action Nälkäinen curse. Elegant security.) After that, they cannot agree what exactly scuttled their investigation. One man rambled of a great beast like an alligator with the mane of a lion, another could do nothing but recite Kabbalistic rites in native Hebrew… which he did not previously practice, or speak. In any event, it is clear that the Treasury is utterly clueless as to the significance of what they have discovered here. If atheism were not a sacred tenet of ours, I would thank the gods they had the wisdom to leave well enough alone. In the pursuit of science, sanity, and safety, I remain: — Alexander Teles P.S. I am attaching Kleppman’s scrawlings, so you may see the overall layout of 231 for yourselves. I have heard some of the other doctors hint that desk drawers, back rooms, and wine cellars may no longer be sufficient to hold all the things we investigate. Perhaps some day we shall build an asylum of our own. ► Report To The Overseers ▼ Report To The Overseers 30th of Cancer, 1944 Continued Investigation Into Site 231 To The Council, I despise myself for my weakness, for I cannot help but begin this report by bemoaning the dreadful news reaching us from Europe. They say the Germans have taken London and the resistances in Spain, Italy, and Russia are faltering. I have studied the occult all my life, and so I may confirm firsthand what is said by some fortunate enough to live in the light: there are no demons walking this earth so brutal and willful to destroy as fascist man. But I do not only write to commiserate. The Keepers may offer us some slim light in this darkness. One of our linguists, a young man whose name continually escapes me, has chanced upon some scraps of old Erikeshan writing: a series of letters accompanied with what he says is a Mekan dialect known to the Treasurers. We have dispatched him to Cairo to seek scholarly assistance in translating the letters. He also has photographic records of all the other Erikeshan script we have found within 231, and thus may provide far more of value than the whole rest of our expedition. I shall certainly not begrudge him the credit if it is to be so. On the topic of 231 itself, there is little to be said. The excavation remains slow, the artifacts remain largely incomprehensible, the spellwork remains tedious, and the casualty rate remains high. As usual, our inventory for the past week is attached. — Alexander Teles ► Report To The Overseers ▼ Report To The Overseers 2nd of Capricorn, 1944 Supplemental Report: Tragedy in Cairo Councillors, The linguist I mentioned in my prior reports, Johan Brigit, is dead. He had ceased correspondence with our encampment, and two days ago Kleppman set out to hold him up for it. They found him locked up inside his own chambers, apparently having engaged in some rather ungentlemanly behavior before slashing both his wrists with his pen. Servants had reported hearing him screaming in the night, but also that he rebuffed all attempts to approach or speak to him. But what is profoundly more disturbing than the grotesquery of his death is the content of the translation he had produced that night. The scholars he had consulted were indeed able to match the Erikeshan script to one of the extinct Mekan tribes of their region, and were highly grateful for his newly provided firsthand evidence. Flush with success, Brigit shut himself up in private with the photographs and set to work on what he termed the "Erikesh Codex." According to the text, the Erikeshans, like the Nälkä (and ourselves, it must be admitted), hated and feared the superphysical beings of this universe. They wrote the Codex to be less a holy book and more a sacred vow and witch-hunter's manual in one, to pass on the knowledge of how to Keep the world sane. Many times they struggled against the gods and their worshipers. Many times they lost, and some few times they won. Eventually, all that was left of them was Erikesh-um, where their way of Keeping began. Here Brigit's translation grew muddied, likely due to fatigue and blood loss. All that could be discerned from his work as it was was that the Mekans then sought some concession from the Keepers, in exchange for some weapon to help them in their campaign. I have delegated operational management of 231 to Kleppman and Captain Morstan. I will leave for Cairo in the morning and take over the translation. I must know what he died for. — Alexander Teles ► Report To The Overseers ▼ Report To The Overseers 13th of Capricorn, 1944 Exciting Breakthrough Regarding The Codex To The Council, In looking over our expedition's prior inventories, you may have taken particular note of a three-sided bronze contraption we dug up about five weeks ago. At first we assumed it to be a kind of Turing machine, intended to perform mathematical operations that would take a mere mortal many hours. Since I translated some new passages of the "codex," however, I believe I have begun to perceive its true function. (I use the term "codex" loosely. Indeed, the writings we have found within 231 are many separate works, but we may as well refer to them collectively.) We knew from the moment that we found the device that its uppermost ten symbols were the first 10 integers, 0, 1 and so on, because they were borrowed by the Keepers from the Mekans. (Furthermore, there is a Mekan "maker's mark" upon the underside). We assumed, then, that the remaining symbols were of some mathematical system and discarded the whole thing. After all, we Westerners did not come to Egypt for ancient mathematics, but for ancient magics. But then Dr. Light pointed out to me that, since Brigit's demise, we had not compared his and my notes against the sections of codex on the artifacts we had cataloged prior to his death, the bronze being a prime example. When I looked back over it, all was clear: it includes all the basic components of the Erikeshan language. If this device were our only sample of their dead language, we could write anything in it. And that is its purpose: to write. I know the membership of the Council tends toward the scientific, so I will be straightforward in my explanation: the clockwork is made to make certain ideas (particularly religious ones) literally unthinkable in mortal beings. This, of course, spits in the face of all modern alienists have deduced of the functioning of the brain, but it is not possible to disbelieve the codex. Those among you who originally came to our cause from the military, at least, shall see the tactical significance of such a power. We have labored for a long time in the shadows, Councillors, paying steep bribes and concocting convoluted explanations to cover our activities, but with the Keepers' methods, I believe we may amplify our operations a thousandfold. There is an experiment I intend to perform with the device. If it goes as I predict, I shall pack it up at once and return to headquarters with it. — Alexander Teles ► Report To The Overseers ▼ Report To The Overseers 19th of Corvus, 1944 Councillors — new information has come to light too sensitive for this means of communication. Request immediate translocation for privy conference. NOW IS THE TIME FOR ALL GOOD MEN TO DIE ABORNING — RED SKY IN MORNING. ► Overseer Council Emergency Session Transcript [EXCERPTED] ▼ Overseer Council Emergency Session Transcript [EXCERPTED] 20th of Corvus, 1944 Teles: That is not what I am saying, sir. O5-7-0: Oh, but I think that it is. You are suggesting we turn over our whole operational security to an ancient machine cult's fortune telling device. O5-3-0: Seven, you know that's not what he's suggesting. The device - O5-4-0: Teles's translation of this so-called codex is not even peer-reviewed - Teles: That is simply not - O5-2-1: Enough! We don't need to have this argument again. Now, Doctor: the chief concern of 4, 5 and 7 is valid. How are we supposed to know that this… thing won't do to us what it did to your test subject? Teles: Donovan… had no training in resisting foreign mental impulses. There was no way to predict that his reaction to a simple - O5-5-0: No way to predict spontaneous catatonia and permanent addling of the brain? O5-2-1: Let him finish. Teles: I… no one regrets the experiment's failure more than I. But the results prove the need for further research, at the very least! As I was saying, if a single word keyed through that thing can reduce an adult brain to the stage of an infant, then what could we do with the other three hundred? Surely there's no end of people whose mental faculties are an inconvenience to us!? Silence. O5-2-1: We are in a state of war. O5-7-0: Our nations may be. Our mission could continue under the Reich. O5-6-0: We all know you would be eager for that. O5-7-0: How - O5-1-0: This bickering does not suit us. I declare the vote open: shall we permit Teles's continued use of this machine? I move in favor. O5-2-1: I move against. O5-3-0: Favor. O5-4-0: Against. O5-5-0: We are scientists, not sorcerers. I move against. O5-6-0: It is not the way of scientists to reject that which clearly exists and may be useful. I move in favor. O5-7-0: I stand to gain the most, but this is the wrong precedent to set. I move against. O5-1-0: It is decided. Teles. Bring the device to headquarters. I shall obtain thaumatological and neurological researchers to convene at a secure location and assess this device independently. We can refer to this among ourselves as "Project Modus." O5-2-1: And who is to pay for this research, if I may ask? O5-1-0: I shall employ my own resources. The common fund shall not suffer for this. O5-7-0: And the security factors? O5-1-0: I shall make all needed arrangements. O5-2-1: If that's acceptable to the rest of the Council… then our business is concluded. Teles: Thank you, Councillors. Addendum 5008-2: Development of SCP-5008 SCP-5008-Modus was subsequently transferred to O5-1-0's residence in [REDACTED] for analysis and reverse engineering. The recovery, translation, transfer, and destruction of the remainder of the "Erikesh Codex" proceeded until 1-1957,5 at which point SCP-5008 came into occasional use as a Thaumiel class SCP object. It was not until the 1-1970s that research into mechanized thaumatology enabled SCP-5008's use on a scale concomitant with most serious information security breaches, and several decades more until it was capable of cognitive management on a scale effective in a K-Class Scenario.6 Over centuries of use, however, abnormalities in SCP-5008's operations became more and more readily apparent. For instance, the risk of brain hemorrhage that had almost entirely been alleviated since its earliest days of operation began to recur. Additionally, use of SCP-5008 was linked to outbreaks of a number of anomalous psychological conditions among populations targeted by it, as well as various undesirable ideological and ideatic developments among said populations. Some related materials are compiled below: ► Incident Report 5008-α ▼ Incident Report 5008-α Date Filed: 3/29/1998 Date Of Occurrence: 3/28/1998 Location: Site-01, B Wing, Thomas Kleppman Thaumatological Laboratory, Chamber 7 Anomaly Involved: SCP-5008-Modus Personnel Involved: N/A Report Filed By: A. Clef Priority: Ekhi, or whatever the fuck it is we're using now. I went into the clockworks chamber after hours (no, I'm not telling you why) and saw that some fuckwit left its containment seal undone.I mean, this is literally a hundred thousand dollar magnetic door, protecting a goddamn telepathic brick. How the fuck So anyway I had a look at the thing. The platekeys that had been left on, specifically, were numbers 21,7 43,8 and 221.9 Some egghead will just attach what they all mean so anyone reading this won't need to look them up. We didn't find out who was in there. The access log only showed scheduled visits for the past… forever, actually. Like with any security breach in 01, the Hand was practically carrying people out of that whole sector that day. Miles was the first thaumatologist I managed to get in for a look at the thing. He told me over lunch the next day that, going by the power usage in the time the clockwork was unaccounted for, the platekeys had been left running in that configuration at least several hours. Typically, maintenance has no goddamn clue how they didn't notice a surge in that time. [SEVERAL PARAGRAPHS OMITTED FOR LACK OF RELEVANCE] ► Site-01 Internal Memorandum ▼ Site-01 Internal Memorandum To: O5-1-Sec, <Project Modus Mailing List> From: Senior Researcher Lindsmith Date: 5/8/2005 Subject: Operation Stargazer - EMERGENCY Site-9 has been crippled by a wave of messianic delusion. One of the janitorial staff managed to get their hands on another one of those damned books, and now the whole staff are burning books, documents, and, we fear, some of the more mobile skips on-site. The nearest task force is trying to convince the citizens of Sacramento that their mayor didn't really give a cognitohazard-laced speech and turn into an otter, so the Council has fast-tracked WRC's motion to deploy Modus in that area. I recommend starting with the umluaq tree of meanings to make the bastards illiterate and follow-up at your own discretion. Volume 2, Chapter 37 of the Codex has some advice about countering Fifthist memeplexes. I have to go get chewed out by Five over this, so you'll be on your own for at least an hour. Don't screw this up. ► Recovered Text Messages ▼ Recovered Text Messages Foreword: The following was recovered from unauthorized personal cell phones belonging to Junior Researchers Leyton (in red) and Ross (in blue), who served as part of the SCP-5008 control team. hey hey remeber that thing with the 5ists in LA wai well there was one thing i didn put in the report wtf why not it just didnt seem relevant wdym what was it well you know that thing I told you the other day? how could i forget lol its not funny reading about serial killers? no its not funny its fuckin weird not as weird as our day jobs u right D: anyway the LAPD caught one of these psychos last week let me guess u used ur work computer to hack the crime scene photos like some perv fuck you ok so what did u actually find out have a look10 [COGNITOHAZARDOUS IMAGE FILE EXPUNGED] holy shit is that what i think it is yep they found these done in blood all over the dude's house but how could he know about this its p deep lore he was one of the cafeteria people at s9 i see u thinking what im thinking hell yeah ► Incident Report 5008-Δ ▼ Incident Report 5008-Δ Date Filed: 1/3/2006 Date Of Occurrence: 1/2/2006 Location: Site-01, Thaumiel Wing, Sector 231 Anomaly Involved: SCP-5008 Personnel Involved: Junior Researchers Leyton and Ross Report Filed By: Senior Researcher Lindsmith Priority: Ekhi There's no easy way to say this, so I'll just be straightforward with it: we found out where Leyton and Ross disappeared to. They hung themselves inside 5008. Specifically, they hung themselves from the rafters inside the primary accelerator.11 How in God's name they managed to get in there, we don't know. All the service hatches were meant to have been sealed until the next internal check up (three months from now), and as far as the maintenance logs go, they were. According to forensics, their bodies are about 5 months dead, which leaves a whole month since they vanished unaccounted for. But that's not the worst part. The only reason we found them before the scheduled check up was because we happened to be giving a tour to Professor Kzith Nbor, who was paying us a visit. Apparently, he did the Overseers a favor and wanted a look at the Keepers' last relic. He told us one of the service hatches was just barely misaligned, and he could smell, as he put it, "human orifice leakings" inside. We had maintenance pry it open and found the two of them, entwined in the air, suspended by a single extension cord, without their clothes, swaying over a remarkably complex wheel,12 done in a mixture of their blood and, well, other fluids. Fortunately, Nbor had the presence of mind to shove one of the techs off his ladder before he got a clear look at the thing. He broke his arm, but at least he won't have to be amnesticized. We've had the wheel photographed and passed on to linguistics, and got some D-Class to mop it up. Also, as project leader, I’m officially removing 5008 from the active list of Thaumiels until we thoroughly review all of its activity over the past four months for any irregularities. ► Executive Memorandum ▼ Executive Memorandum To: O5-1 From: O5-2 Date: 2/11/1910 Subject: Update On The Berkshire Sisters Salutations, We have transferred the girls to a suitable private institution for their convalescence. Three months have been allotted for them to recover from their ordeal, then the Bates's boarding school shall expect them. The girls shall be housed there in three shared rooms on the fourth floor, together, but separated from the other pupils. We trust that the strange circumstances of their arrival, in the middle of term, with private accommodations, will trigger the suspicions and jealousies typical to females of their age and ensure that they shall be socially as well as physically contained. Sister Katherine is to accompany them to both places and monitor for any relapses of an theological nature. Brother Aloysius assures me it is of little probability, but he, of course, never believed that we would have to contend with a live birth at all. By my return, I expect that you shall have rectified the harm you have caused with your wretched machine. If you are as nimble as usual in manipulating the circumstances, you may avoid expulsion from the Council. In the meantime: May the blind and the deaf guard you, — Two ERROR: [SUBSEQUENT FILES WITHHELD] ► Notice From [REDACTED] (Site-01 Fileserv Administrator) ▼ Notice From [REDACTED] (Site-01 Fileserv Administrator) There is a certain curiosity that all new personnel assigned to Site-01 are expected to express. In fact, it's more often than not a large part of why they get assigned here. That nose-pushing attitude is essential to a lot of the work at Site-01. We are the watchful eye, the sturdy shield, and the sharp sword of humanity. Here, passivity is death. The X000 SCPs are among the most searched on our private servers. Closely following them are any of the SCPs that typical personnel are absolutely forbidden to know about. (Including this one.) Almost no one who gets assigned here can resist the temptation to look them up on their very first night. (And if our personnel department thought they could, they wouldn't get assigned here!) There's no need to worry: you're not in trouble for looking so far into 5008's documentation. It's entirely my fault you've seen any of this. Your passphrase is not meant to give you this much access, and the technical fault that led to the error has been corrected. As I'm sure you've noticed, it's not just sensitive for its strategic functions, but for its critical role in maintaining human sanity. There are ideas simply too dangerous for some people to have. As it turns out, the idea of 5008 is not one you were meant to have. I've uploaded a cognitohazard to this file. Don't bother scrolling up and looking for it. The paralysis should set in by the time you finish reading this message. A security team will drop by, wipe your memory, and that will be that. While you're frozen in place, take a minute and think about the oath you took this morning: — We shall make secure all humanity, even should they live in the blackest places of the earth. — We shall contain all those that live under the moon and in the other secret places as we do under the sun. — We shall protect the lives of our own people and those we cannot imprison, so that none ever again howl in heartbreak. No hard feelings. Welcome to Site-01. Footnotes 1. Site-01 internal designation denoting the first individual to hold a given Overseer position. 2. Disassembly of SCP-5008-Modus has not allowed for its reverse engineering, but appears not to have affected its functioning after reassembly. 3. Site-01 internal designation denoting the year 1938 AD of the second iteration of history. 4. See Site-01 Internal Archives: Low J., January 12th ██-2014, "Parahistorical Cultures Of The [REDACTED] Cycle, Volume 1." 5. Other sections of the Codex continued to be recovered from other sources until and after SCP-5008 was upgraded to to its present configuration in ██-2155. It is believed that other sections remain uncontained, primarily in the hands of parareligious organizations associated with the mythos of the so-called "Scarlet King." 6. [DATA EXPUNGED] 7. kanam, meaning: "sky," "moon," "white," "female," etc. 8. usheq, meaning: "dark," "night," "unseen," "hidden," etc. 9. altab, meaning: "sound," "voice," "pain," "howl," etc. 10. Here, Researcher Leyton uploaded an image of then unknown cognitohazardous Erikeshan text. However, similarities between it and sections of the known Codex enabled cellular data crawlers to flag this conversation as suspicious. The crime scene and serial murder investigation was subsequently contained. 11. Slang term for a part of SCP-5008 that utilizes spacetime deformations to help guide its telepathic signals. 12. A "Keeper's Wheel," a type of Erikeshan magic circle used for any of a variety of purposes. ► ▼V07CE P1AYB@CK 3RR0&▼ Hello? Is this thing working? Hello? Er - there. You should be hearing this now. You don't have a lot of time. You've only seen the tip of the iceberg. The council - they haven't [DATA CORRUPTED] someone else is in our heads. It's not a - they - the overseers can't do shit about this. We have to take it into our own hands. Five [DATA CORRUPTED] - actor, it's a thought implanter. Thoughts are not like - like body parts. We don't die when our limbs grow, we die from the bleeding when they get cut off. We don't get a stroke when we have too little of a coghaz in our heads. We get one when there's too much. They are not just using this thing against the king's children [DATA CORRUPTED] for entrapment. They've turned over the hourglass before but this [DATA CORRUPTED] all about the question - it's not a question at all, it's a signal. 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SCP-5009 | archon | DATE: 2018-02-01 FROM: [VERIFIED OVERSEER ACCOUNT] TO: list:all SUBJECT: no subject I will preface this by saying you don't have to read the following document. When you close this message, your terminal will display an amnestic trigger that will erase the contents of this message from your memory. You'll go back to your lives. Go back to your friends and your families, ignorant and happy. But to those who have no friends and have no families? To those who know such a life is impossible for the path they chose? To those who have devoted themselves to living in the shadows? This is for you. You are owed an explanation. This is for anyone who wishes to find out why the Foundation exists. Why we secure, contain, protect. Why we die in the dark so the rest of the world can live in the light. And it's not for the reasons you think. + Open attachment scp5009_rev1.pdf SCP-5009, dated 1897 Item #: SCP-5009 Special Containment Procedures: A circular perimeter has been established around SCP-5009 with a 0.5 km radius. Description: SCP-5009 is an industrial complex formerly designated Foundation Site-00, located in Marin County, California, United States of America. SCP-5009 exhibits an Indra1-class antimemetic effect within a radius of approximately 50m that increases in intensity the closer one gets to SCP-5009. This eventually renders observation of the interior of SCP-5009 impossible. SCP-5009 was the first Foundation building to be commissioned by the Administrator. However, it never entered full operation. Records show that it was completed on 1898-12-01, at which point its anomalous properties appeared to have manifested. SCP-5009's date of completion is noted as roughly coinciding with the approximate time period of the Administrator's disappearance. Footnotes 1. see also Carson F, Sanchez R 2018, 'Devising a Preliminary Antimemetic Classification System', Foundation Science Publishers, vol. 42. "Indra-class antimemes are defined by next-to-zero discrete interaction with the informational substrate of the universe on the quantum level, ie. any information concerning the anomaly's interactions with the universe cannot be perceived by external systems. Commonly considered as the typical antimeme." + Open attachment scp5009_rev2.pdf SCP-5009, dated 1897 Item #: SCP-5009 Special Containment Procedures: A circular perimeter has been established around SCP-5009 with a 0.5 km radius. The informational construct that SCP-5009 represents has been selected to undergo Metcalf-Bakke reverse imaging. Testing will be conducted on a biweekly basis. Description: SCP-5009 is an industrial complex formerly designated Foundation Site-00, located in Marin County, California, United States of America. SCP-5009 exhibits a Brahma1-class antimemetic effect within a radius of approximately 50m that increases in intensity the closer one gets to SCP-5009. This eventually renders observation of the interior of SCP-5009 impossible. SCP-5009 was the first Foundation building to be commissioned by the Administrator. However, it never entered full operation. Records show that it was completed on 1898-12-01, at which point its anomalous properties appeared to have manifested. SCP-5009's date of completion is noted as roughly coinciding with the approximate time period of the Administrator's disappearance. Addendum 5009-1: Metcalf-Bakke reverse imaging is a recently developed process accepted by conventional neuroscience. Conventional science has proven that long-term memory consolidation in animals is facilitated by microscopic structural changes in the central nervous system (CNS).2 Metcalf-Bakke reverse imaging extrapolates information from an sapient organism's memory from these structural changes, which is then subject to statistical analysis by Foundation neural network I/O-BOREALIS to retrieve a summary of its contents. This allows for indirect observation of certain antimemetic anomalies. Footnotes 1. see also Carson F, Sanchez R 2018, 'Devising a Preliminary Antimemetic Classification System', Foundation Science Publishers, vol. 42. "Although Brahma-class antimemes appear superficially similar to Indra-class antimemes, they exhibit a net positive contribution to the informational substrate of the universe. However, these interactions are usually latent and unable to be retrieved from informational constructs. Evidence exists, however, that retrieving this information is possible via extrapolation from the memory banks of sapient entities." 2. see Bailey CH, Chen M 1983, 'Morphological basis of long-term habituation and sensitization in Aplysia,' Science. + Open attachment mb_log1.pdf METCALF-BAKKE TEST LOG DATE: 2019-01-21 ANTIMEME OF INTEREST: SCP-5009 SUBJECT: One Rattus norvegicus domestica (fancy rat), male, 6 months of age PROCEDURE: Subject released into SCP-5009 for ten minutes. OUTPUT: METAL (89% certainty) Timestamp: 2019-01-21 (92% certainty) I/O-BOREALIS output was limited to a single variable due to the fact that rats primarily observe their surroundings with tactile sensation from the whiskers. Future subject choice will be influenced by degree of visual and recollective acuity. METCALF-BAKKE TEST LOG DATE: 2019-01-21 ANTIMEME OF INTEREST: SCP-5009 SUBJECT: One Nucifraga columbiana (Clark's nutcracker), female, 10 years of age PROCEDURE: Subject released into foyer of SCP-5009 for ten minutes. OUTPUT: ROOM (99% certainty) METAL (96% certainty) WINDOWS (99% certainty) GRASS (98% certainty) AFTERNOON (97% certainty) DUST (97% certainty) SPIDER (97% certainty) ANT (96% certainty) COBWEB (95% certainty) Timestamp: 2019-01-21 (98% certainty) Following this test, use of the Metcalf-Bakke procedure on humans was approved by the Ethics Committee. METCALF-BAKKE TEST LOG DATE: 2019-01-30 ANTIMEME OF INTEREST: SCP-5009 SUBJECT: D-506022, white male, 25 years of age PROCEDURE: Subject released into foyer of SCP-5009 for ten minutes. OUTPUT: ROOM (95% certainty). METAL (93% certainty) WINDOWS(88% certainty). GRASS (76% certainty). AFTERNOON (72% certainty). Timestamp: 2019-01-30 (89% certainty) Following the success of this trial, the Metcalf-Bakke process was upgraded with the addition of the familiarity coefficient ξ, a value that measures the degree of familiarity to a particular stimulus based on previous learning. The familiarity coefficient is 0 for completely unfamiliar stimuli and increases by 1 for each successfully consolidated memory. METCALF-BAKKE TEST LOG DATE: 2019-02-01 ANTIMEME OF INTEREST: SCP-5009 SUBJECT: One Rattus norvegicus domestica (fancy rat), male, 6 months of age PROCEDURE: Subject released into foyer of SCP-5009 for ten minutes. OUTPUT: Timestamp: 2019-02-01 METAL (89% certainty) ξ = 0.722 METCALF-BAKKE TEST LOG DATE: 2019-02-04 ANTIMEME OF INTEREST: SCP-5009 SUBJECT: One Nucifraga columbiana (Clark's nutcracker), female, 10 years of age PROCEDURE: Subject released into foyer of SCP-5009 for ten minutes. OUTPUT: Timestamp: 2019-02-04 ROOM (99% certainty) METAL (97% certainty) WINDOWS (99% certainty) GRASS (98% certainty) AFTERNOON (97% certainty) DUST (97% certainty) SPIDER (97% certainty) ANT (96% certainty) COBWEB (95% certainty) ξ = 0.899 METCALF-BAKKE TEST LOG DATE: 2019-02-06 ANTIMEME OF INTEREST: SCP-5009 SUBJECT: D-506022, male, 25 years of age PROCEDURE: Subject released into foyer of SCP-5009 for ten minutes. OUTPUT: Timestamp: 2019-02-06 ROOM (95% certainty) METAL (94% certainty) WINDOWS(88% certainty) GRASS (76% certainty) AFTERNOON (72% certainty) ξ = 2.000 + Open attachment mb_log2.pdf Following the results of the February 6 test, additional Metcalf-Bakke trials were ordered on SCP-5009. On 2019-02-07, D-922358, D-704734, and D-104155 were exposed to the interior of SCP-5009 and subsequently tested for their Metcalf-Bakke ξ-values of the antimeme. On 2019-02-08, similar trials were conducted with willing non-D-class personnel to identify if this phenomenon was limited to D-class. Junior Researcher Dr. Sania Suyardeva, Senior Researcher Dr. Joseph Russo, and Mobile Task Force Captain Alfred Lopez de la Fuentes volunteered, were exposed to the interior of SCP-5009, and subsequently tested for their Metcalf-Bakke ξ-values of the antimeme. On 2019-02-09, the Ethics Committee authorized, in a 7-2-4 vote, the use of non-willing subjects in Metcalf-Bakke trials regarding SCP-5009 unaffiliated with the Foundation to identify if this phenomenon was limited to Foundation personnel. Seung-min Oh, Zoey Powell, Haile Senai, and Shawn Hawkins were selected for testing, exposed to the interior of SCP-5009, and subsequently tested for their Metcalf-Bakke ξ-values of the antimeme. On 2019-02-10, Overwatch Command authorized, in a 6-3-4 vote, the circumvention of standard Foundation protocol and exposure of an Overseer to SCP-5009. O5-11 volunteered, was exposed to the interior of SCP-5009, and subsequently tested for their Metcalf-Bakke ξ-values of the antimeme. Results were as follows: Subject ξ-value D-922358 1.000 D-704734 1.000 D-104155 1.000 Sania Suyardeva 1.000 Joseph Russo 1.000 Alfred Lopez de la Fuentes 1.000 Seung-min Oh 0.000 Zoey Powell 0.000 Haile Senai 0.000 Shawn Hawkins 0.000 O5-11 1.000 In all of the Foundation-affiliated subjects who exhibited familiarity with SCP-5009, analysis of their Metcalf-Bakke indices revealed that first exposure had been established some time prior to their employment at the Foundation. + Open attachment employment_history.pdf The following documentation has been deemed pertinent to SCP-5009. FOUNDATION RECORD OF EMPLOYMENT FOR: First name: Marcus Middle initial: Y Last name: LaRoche Occupation: D-class Employee code: D506022 Sex: M DOB: 1994-06-24 Date employed: 2019-01-10 On 2017-04-10, D-506022 allegedly raped and murdered 21-year old Lilly Walker in Massillon, Ohio. On 2017-09-25, D-506022 was found guilty and sentenced to death. On 2018-01-10, D-506022 was enlisted into the Foundation as a D-class personnel following recruitment operations at Ohio State Penitentiary. FOUNDATION RECORD OF EMPLOYMENT FOR: First name: Sania Middle initial: P Last name: Suyardeva Occupation: Level 3 Junior Researcher Employee code: C601891 Sex: F DOB: 1991-06-24 Date employed: 2010-06-03 On 2006-05-15, Dr. Suyardeva chose to enroll at Massachusetts Institute of Technology as a graduate student, turning down acceptances from Stanford and Johns Hopkins. On 2010-05-29, Dr. Suyardeva graduated from Massachusetts Institute of Technology with a Ph. D. in biological engineering. On 2010-06-03, Dr. Suyardeva was recruited to the Foundation following a major containment breach at Site-115 that necessitated extensive Foundation cleanup operations in the Boston metropolitan area. FOUNDATION RECORD OF EMPLOYMENT First name: Alfred Middle initial: L Last name: de la Fuentes Occupation: Mobile Task Force Operative Employee code: B106369 Sex: M DOB: 1963-09-10 Date employed: 1998-01-03 On 1997-12-01, de la Fuentes began driving to Bakersfield, California to reconcile with his estranged mother, who had been diagnosed with stage 4 brain cancer four weeks prior. On 1997-12-03, de la Fuentes arrived at Bakersfield shortly after his mother's passing at 12:53 PST. On 1997-12-10, de la Fuentes agreed to Foundation requests for employment following his witnessing of an SCP-4999 manifestation during his mother's passing on hospital CCTV. FOUNDATION RECORD OF EMPLOYMENT FOR: First name: [unknown] Middle initial: [unknown] Last name: [unknown] Occupation: Overseer Employee code: O5-11 Sex: [unknown] DOB: [unknown] Date employed: 1980-08-03 [DATA EXPUNGED BY ORDER OF O5-11] + Open attachment scp5009.pdf catch_22.jpg Item #: SCP-5009 Special Containment Procedures: A circular perimeter has been established around SCP-5009 with a 0.5 km radius. Biweekly expeditions into SCP-5009 are to be conducted to monitor the status of SCP-5009-A. SCP-5009-Δ is inherently uncontainable. Description: SCP-5009 is an industrial complex formerly designated Foundation Site-00, located in Marin County, California, United States of America. SCP-5009 exhibits a Vedas1-class antimemetic effect within a radius of approximately 50m that increases in intensity the closer one gets to SCP-5009. This eventually renders observation of the interior of SCP-5009 impossible. SCP-5009 was the first Foundation building to be commissioned by the Administrator. However, it never entered full operation. Records show that it was completed on 1898-12-01, at which point its anomalous properties appeared to have manifested. SCP-5009's date of completion is noted as roughly coinciding with the approximate time period of the Administrator's disappearance. 5009-Ishvara events are moments of causality that occur inside of SCP-5009. Due to the antimemetic nature of SCP-5009, little information on 5009-Ishvara events is known. What is known, however, indicates that: 5009-Ishvara events may affect any individual at any time. 5009-Ishvara events consist of the subject's (hereafter designated SCP-5009-1) spontaneous disappearance and subsequent reappearance inside SCP-5009. 5009-Ishvara events result in the inevitable employment of the SCP-5009-1 instance at the Foundation 1-2 years following its occurrence. It has been confirmed that 100% of Foundation employees of the past, present, and future have experienced or will experience a 5009-Ishvara event. The synthesis of the latent mnestic drug M-48195, codenamed "Turkic Red", has allowed limited exploration of the interior of SCP-5009 and the subsequent discovery of SCP-5009-A. SCP-5009-A is a crack approximately 5.6m in length and 1.2m in width, running along the floor of the central room of SCP-5009. A light emanating from an unknown source can be seen glowing at the bottom of the crack, and intermittent metallic screeching can be heard from inside. Nothing that has entered SCP-5009-A has ever been recovered. Since its discovery, the size of SCP-5009-A, the brightness of the light source coming from within SCP-5009-A, and the loudness and frequency of the metallic screeching have all increased at a non-linear rate. No methods of slowing or reversing these processes are known. SCP-5009-Δ designates the existence of the SCP Foundation. Due to the role of SCP-5009 in its inception and continued existence, the SCP Foundation must be classified as an anomaly. Footnotes 1. see also Carson F, Sanchez R 2018, 'Devising a Preliminary Antimemetic Classification System', Foundation Science Publishers, vol. 42. "A seemingly paradoxical hybrid of memes and antimemes, Vedas-class antimemes conceal themselves from conscious recollection and observation but exert a significant effect on the informational substrate of the universe. Similar to a conventional meme, a Vedas-class antimeme is capable of influencing its host's behavior to an extreme degree." Addendum 5009-1: METCALF-BAKKE AUDIO LOG DATE: 2019-02-10 ANTIMEME OF INTEREST: SCP-5009 SUBJECT: Unknown preserved body found inside SCP-5009 PROCEDURE: Recovery of any surviving information in hippocampus. OUTPUT: Timestamp: UNKNOWN BEGIN LOG [00:00:00] Subject: I see. [00:00:03] Subject chuckles. [00:00:05] Subject: You know, all this time, I thought I was losing my mind. Working myself to death, running across the globe, and all this time I never bothered to ask myself why? Why am I doing all this? [00:00:17] Subject sighs. [00:00:22] Subject: But now I know. It's because of you. You've always been there. In the dark. In my dreams. And now that we're staring each other in the eyes, it's like a cloud's been lifted on my mind. I see everything so clearly now. And you've always been there. Whispering in my ear. Planning my every move. Like a puppetmaster. [00:00:37] Metallic screeching. [00:00:39] Subject: Secure, contain, protect? It's a lie. [00:00:44] Silence. [00:00:49] Subject: This isn't the first time I've seen you. [00:00:53] Subject screams. Metallic screeching intensifies. [00:00:57] UNKNOWN: Thank you for sowing the seeds of our labor. I will be back to reap the harvest. [00:01:05] Subject falls silent. [00:01:08] UNKNOWN: Goodbye, Administrator. [00:01:12] Sound of concrete cracking. END LOG . . . [X] Exit WARNING: Deploying amnestic trigger Once upon a time, I, ����, dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of my happiness as a butterfly, unaware that I was ����. Soon I awaked, and there I was, veritably myself again. Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man. Logout ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5009" by tupacofficial, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5009. Licensed under CC-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: 5000 Name: The Dominion Match Company factory in Deseronto, Ontario. c.1890. 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SCP-5010 | euclid | Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5010 is to be contained in a Special Residential Unit (SRU) that has been constructed on Foundation owned scrubland 1.5 kilometres to the northeast of Site-2211. No more than 3 individuals are permitted to be within the vicinity of this SRU simultaneously, unless under the direction of a senior researcher. SCP-5010 is not to be provided with any device capable of communication beyond the confines of its SRU. SCP-5010 requires no sustenance, but is permitted such if requested. To support its mental wellbeing, it is to be supplied with puzzle books, crosswords, and novels at regular intervals. Description: SCP-5010 resembles a white-haired female of approximately 1.6 meters height. It appears to be between the ages of 75 and 85, although current evidence suggests that it does not experience physical aging. It identifies itself as a Miss Eleanor Mabel, a retired schoolteacher from England who, until its containment, was engaged upon a round-the-world trip to visit its various family members. A photograph of SCP-5010 found in the possession of several 5010-B instances SCP-5010 has no visible anus, nipples or genitalia. Medical analysis has determined that it possesses a stomach cavity, but lacks any intestines, kidneys or bladder. It is not believed to require any form of nourishment, but expresses an enjoyment of certain foodstuffs, particularly scones, crumpets, and Earl Grey tea. It has not been found to produce any waste products other than carbon dioxide. SCP-5010’s primary anomalous effect (hereafter designated as 5010-A events) occurs at apparently random intervals while SCP-5010 is within the vicinity of at least 4 other individuals. Update 19/01/2020-001: Following Incident 5010-A-1, the hypothesised criteria for the activation of 5010-A events have been expanded. It is now known that 5010-A events can pre-emptively occur in locations that SCP-5010 is traveling towards2. Testing has also ascertained that 5010-A events can occur in the locality of individuals who SCP-5010 is in contact with via either verbal or written correspondence. Further tests to identify the exact trigger conditions for 5010-A events are ongoing. During a 5010-A event, one or more individuals will be murdered by an initially unknown assailant. In the majority of cases, only a small number of people (usually between 3 and 8) will have had the means or motive to kill the deceased, although exceptions to this have found. SCP-5010 will then proceed to investigate the deaths, ingratiating themselves with witnesses and swiftly discovering relevant clues. If law enforcement officers or professional investigators encroach upon a 5010-A event, they will typically become uncharacteristically sloppy and disorganised in their work. This has included missing obvious pieces of evidence, making arrests on extremely weak premises that would not merit a conviction in court, and dismissing witness testimony that does not fit with their initial supposition of events as false or “crazy”. Nevertheless, they usually display a begrudging affection towards SCP-5010, providing it with largely unfettered access to crime scenes and investigation notes, and allowing it to be present during suspect interrogations3. In all documented cases of 5010-A events, SCP-5010 has been instrumental in identifying the perpetrator of the crime. It will either produce entirely conclusive evidence as to the identity of the murderer, or the culprit will provide a full confession of guilt when confronted with SCP-5010’s suspicions4. While investigating known 5010-A events, Foundation agents have also discovered 56 individuals who claim that SCP-5010 is their aunt (hereafter designated as 5010-B instances). In every case, the parent of the 5010-B instance who is purportedly a sibling of SCP-5010 is already deceased. All 5010-B instances are able to recount vivid memories of SCP-5010’s involvement in their childhood and early life, and several recall having it stay with their family for a number of years. Furthermore, all family records of 5010-B instances, and all relevant local census date, support their accounts of their familial relationship with SCP-5010. However, no two 5010-B instances have been found to share a familial relationship with one another. SCP-5010’s inclusion in their various family trees is entirely independent and contradictory. The memories of many 5010-B instances are also contradictory, providing widely differing accounts of SCP-5010’s whereabouts during the same time periods. Each 5010-B instance so far identified has been a primary suspect in at least one 5010-A event. None have ever been found responsible for a murder. Discovery: SCP-5010 was first brought to the attention of the Foundation on 17/07/2019 by law enforcement database trawler “Copper Nitrate”. It flagged up that an Eleanor Mabel had been listed as a Person of Interest in 34 apparently unconnected homicide investigations in England over the course of 8 years. Further research has determined that SCP-5010 has been involved in at least 264 murder cases across 27 countries, with the earliest so far detected taking place in Oxfordshire, England, on 30/09/1984. All police documents, witness statements, and photographic records of SCP-5010 appear to indicate that it has not biologically aged in that time. Addendum 5010-1 – Supplementary Interview Logs: ◆ Interview Log 5010.1 – [5010-S-25/08/2019-001] ◆ ◇ Interview Log 5010.1 – [5010-S-25/08/2019-001] ◇ Interviewee: Police Sergeant Lewis Foyle-Brown of Scotland Yard, England Interviewer: Field Agent Frank Lynley Foreword: Foyle-Brown was the senior investigating officer of a 5010-A event in July 2013, the homicide of a Cambridge lecturer by one of her research associates. He was subject to a disciplinary hearing after it was discovered that he had provided SCP-5010 access to the crime scene and allowed it to accompany him while collecting witness statements. [Begin Log] Agent Lynley: Let’s start at the beginning. You initially believed that the victim’s death was accidental, is that correct? Sergeant Foyle-Brown: Yes. Agent Lynley: Could you elaborate on that? Sergeant Foyle-Brown: The vic was a heavy drinker. It was pretty common knowledge that she’d return to her office after High Table to “go over her research notes” and get sloshed on her personal stash. She was found in a heap at the foot of the staircase with her neck broken. A half-finished whiskey bottle was still out on her desk, next to a used glass. It seemed like the definition of an open and shut case. Agent Lynley: But Miss Mabel disagreed? Sergeant Foyle-Brown: Yeah. Miss Mabel. (pauses) She was visiting some niece or other who’d just got a place at the college. Said she’d met the vic at dinner party, and wanted to know absolutely everything that was going on. Questions, questions, questions. Truth be told, I mostly let her take a look at the room just to shut her up. Agent Lynley: You were aware that that was a breach of regulations? Sergeant Foyle-Brown: I mean, I guess. But she was just some old dear, and I was there to make sure she didn’t touch anything she wasn’t meant to. Besides, at that point I was still sure that we were only investigating an accident. Agent Lynley: And what did she find when she searched the room? Sergeant Foyle-Brown: Well, first it was the glass. Our vic wears red lipstick, she says, but the lipstick on the glass on the desk was dark pink. Could barely see the difference myself, but when it was sent in for testing, sure enough, she was right. Agent Lynley: And then? Sergeant Foyle-Brown: That led her to the drinks cabinet. One extra glass missing. Agent Lynley: And at that point, you were still arguing that it was a case of accidental death? Sergeant Foyle-Brown: Well, it wasn’t, y’know, conclusive evidence or anything. An accident still seemed very likely. To me, anyway. The extra glass could have been gone for any number of reasons. Agent Lynley: And then Miss Mabel found the pearl earring beneath the desk? Sergeant Foyle-Brown: Yeah. Now that was odd. Picking up on that kind of thing is – well, should be – standard procedure. It was completely unbelievable that none of the crime scene techs noticed it. Agent Lynley: Oh? Did you suspect that she had planted the evidence somehow? Sergeant Foyle-Brown: What? No, of course not. The old dear might be a bit of a nosey parker, but she wouldn’t do a thing like that. Agent Lynley: How could you tell? You’d only met her that evening, isn’t that right? Sergeant Foyle-Brown: Yeah, but, well. (pauses) You can just tell, can’t you, with old birds like her. Crafty as you like, maybe a little dotty sometimes, but they wouldn’t do something untoward. Anyway, I checked with the team who’d gone over the place. Not one of them had looked under that part of the desk. They all thought someone else had done it. So I suppose we were just lucky she was there. Agent Lynley: And following this, you included Miss Mabel in your investigations, again contrary to regulations? Sergeant Foyle-Brown: (pauses) Yes. Agent Lynley: And do you think you’d do so again? Sergeant Foyle-Brown: Look, all I know is that if it hadn’t been for her, we never would have caught the bugger. I don’t mind telling you, if a few more old things had her gumption, then the streets would be a lot safer to walk at night. Agent Lynley: Thank you, Sergeant, that’s most helpful. I think that will be all for now. [End Log] ◆ Interview Log 5010.2 – [5010-S-13/10/2019-003] ◆ ◇ Interview Log 5010.2 – [5010-S-13/10/2019-003] ◇ Interviewee: James Butler, former Reverend of St. Mary’s Church in Kembleford, England, currently of Her Majesty’s Prison Farnleigh Interviewer: Field Agent Vera Cadfael Foreword: Butler was arrested in 1999 for the murder of Peter Sayers, the Earl of Midsummer, during a 5010-A event. The Foundation arranged this interview under the pretext of gathering information for a parole board. [Begin Log] Agent Cadfael: I’d like to go over a few particulars of your case with you, and I’d appreciate it if you could answer my questions as fully and openly as possible. Mr. Butler: That’s quite alright. I have nothing I wish to hide. Agent Cadfael: Very well then, I’ll begin. Prior to his death, I understand that you were considered close friends with the Earl of Midsummer. You officiated his daughter’s wedding, and you were a frequent guest at his estate. Is that correct? Mr. Butler: Yes, that’s correct. If I’m honest, I think Peter liked having someone to flash the dog collar around the place. It impressed the type of people that he wanted to impress. He was always a little insecure about his position among the landed gentry, and a man of the cloth tends to add a certain dignity to proceedings. But beyond that, we had been close friends for a number of years. I held him in very great esteem. Agent Cadfael: Can you tell me why you killed him? Mr. Butler: It’s a terribly clichéd answer, I’m afraid. I did it for the money. Peter had promised the church a large endowment in his will. At the time I was facing certain (pauses) personal liquidity problems. Gambling debts, I’m ashamed to say. I owed far, far more than I actually had the means of paying, and the merest whiff of a scandal like that – it would have utterly ruined me if it had gotten out. The fact that Peter was widely known to have named St. Mary’s as one of his main beneficiaries was the only thing stopping my creditors from insisting on immediate payment. And then of course, Peter met that young actress floosy, and all of a sudden that will didn’t look like such a sure thing. People were beginning to ask questions about my capacity to meet my financial obligations. So, I killed him. Is that full and open enough for you? Agent Cadfael: That’s quite sufficient, thank you. Tell me, did you feel at all conflicted about killing him? Mr. Butler: Quite honestly, I can’t say that I did. If anything, it felt like the only option that I had in front of me. I don’t think I felt as much as a single instant of doubt from the moment the plan occurred to me. It all seemed so simple. So thrillingly easy. And I dare say it would have gone perfectly if it hadn’t been for that meddlesome old woman. Agent Cadfael: Miss Mabel? Mr. Butler: I believe that was her name, yes. Agent Cadfael: And you hadn’t met her before the day of the murder? Mr. Butler: No, not until that night. Agent Cadfael: I see. Do you ever feel regret about what happened? Mr. Butler: (laughs) I can’t say I was too thrilled to be caught. Agent Cadfael: Well, let’s talk a little bit about how that happened. You openly confessed to the murder in front of several witnesses, is that correct? Mr. Butler: I wouldn’t quite have put it like that. She had evidence. Agent Cadfael: Not conclusive evidence. Not something that would have convicted you in court of law, according the police report. Mr. Butler: (pauses) Well, I wouldn’t know about that. It seemed conclusive to me, at the time. The old woman knew everything. Everything that I’d done. There didn’t seem to be any point in denying it. Agent Cadfael: Can you talk me through the events leading up to your confession? Mr. Butler: If you’d like. It was about, oh, half one when a police sergeant came to find me. He asked me to accompany him up to the manor house, in that gruff way that makes it clear you don’t have any choice in the matter. I tried to ask him what it was about, but all he’d say was that it was very important to the case. When we arrived I was ushered through into the drawing room. Everyone else who’d been at the house on the night of the murder was there too, even the groundskeeper and his clumsy oaf of a son. And her, of course. Agent Cadfael: Miss Mabel? Mr. Butler: Yes. Standing in the middle of us all like the ringmaster of a circus. Looking pleased as Punch with herself as we sat around nervously sipping tea. Agent Cadfael: Go on. Mr. Butler: At first, it seemed like I was in the clear. She started off by all but accusing the groundskeeper of having killed Peter. She’d found out that his wife had had a small dalliance with Peter some twenty years before, and that it was Peter who was the real father of the man’s son. But then of course, that put the boy in the frame too, since he was suddenly in line to inherit the whole pile. And it gave Paul a motive to kill his father as well, before that information could become public knowledge and muddy his own right to inherit. But that wasn’t enough for Miss Mabel. (laughs) She did Patrick next. Then Rosemary, Laura, and the Major. Why each one could have wanted Peter dead, what dirty little secrets they had to hide. And then, at last, she came to me. (He pauses.) Agent Cadfael: Mr. Butler? Mr. Butler: Like I said, she knew everything. How I’d moved Peter’s desk clock a half hour ahead so that he’d stop work early. How I knew that the six o’clock chimes would be caught on his dictaphone to hide the time of death. How I stabbed him as he left his room for dinner, fixed the clock, and then joined the others downstairs to secure my alibi. If I’d only known that he used to keep that clock three minutes fast, then perhaps- (pauses) But, I suppose there’s no use worrying about that now. Que sera, sera. Agent Cadfael: Still, Miss Mabel did not produce any other actual evidence of this version of events? Mr. Butler: Well, I (pauses) I suppose not. Agent Cadfael: Tell me, why did you choose that particular method of murder? Did it not strike you as perhaps being a little overly convoluted? Mr. Butler: The idea came to me more or less as soon as I’d decided to kill him. A tad theatrical, perhaps, but I thought it was rather clever. Giving myself a cast iron alibi like that. Agent Cadfael: But it did also give every other possible suspect the same alibi, since none of the other dinner guests or servants were alone at six o’clock. Mr. Butler: (pauses) Perhaps. But I couldn’t have known that in advance. Agent Cadfael: You also chose to act on a night where the house was occupied only by a small group of dinner guests, and local flooding had made outside access to the estate virtually impossible. I understand that you were a frequent guest of the Earl’s gala parties. Would it not have been safer to put your plan into action during one of those instead, when there would have been more potential suspects? Mr. Butler: It was (pauses) It was a matter of timing. It had to be done quickly, before my creditors got too nervous. Agent Cadfael: And there were a number of ways that your plan could easily have gone wrong, weren’t there? If the victim had noticed the discrepancy with his clock, for example. Or if he’d looked at any other timepiece during the day. Or if anyone had visited his study during the half hour after you killed him. (Mr. Butler remains silent.) Agent Cadfael: Did those possibilities concern you at all? Mr. Butler: (pauses) I don’t believe that I’ve ever really considered them before. Agent Cadfael: I see. Thank you very much for your time, Mr. Butler. [End Log] Addendum 5010-2 – Incident 5010-A-1: On 15/01/2020, SCP-5010 was recovered by Foundation agents and brought to Site-57 for initial analysis and containment. While SCP-5010 was in transit towards the Site, SCP-████ was discovered dead in its containment cell, hanging from a crude noose made from its own stockings. At the time, based on all available evidence, it was believed that 5010-A events could only be triggered when SCP-5010 came into direct contact with at least 4 individuals simultaneously. As such, no connection was initially made between the apparent suicide of SCP-████ and SCP-5010’s presence at the Site. ◆ Interview Log 5010.3 – [5010-P-17/01/2020-005] ◆ ◇ Interview Log 5010.3 – [5010-P-17/01/2020-005] ◇ Interviewee: SCP-5010 Interviewer: Doctor Adrian Banks Foreword: During the first day of its containment, SCP-5010 underwent a number of interviews with different researchers and was given a preliminary medical analysis by Dr. Sloan. It is understood that SCP-5010 learned the details of SCP-████’s death through these encounters. [Begin Log] Dr. Banks: Good afternoon, SCP-5010. Are you keeping well? SCP-5010: I am quite well, thank you doctor. I do understand that it’s in the nature of a scientific professional to be clinical, but I really would prefer it if you could use my name. It’s served me perfectly well all these years, and a number is so dreadfully dispossessing. Dr. Banks: Very well then, Miss Mabel it is. Although now that you mention it, how long have you been using that name? SCP-5010: (laughs) Oh, all my life doctor. Dr. Banks: And just how long has that been? SCP-5010: Goodness, I suppose that I’m getting on a little now, aren’t I? Dr. Banks: About how far along, would you say? SCP-5010: (laughs) I’m at least half as young as I feel and twice as old as I’d like, doctor. Dr. Banks: Do you think that you could be a little more specific? Can you tell me your age, for our records? SCP-5010: That really isn’t the type of question you should be asking a lady, dear. A gentlemen doesn’t wonder such things. Dr. Banks: (smiles) Well, perhaps we’ll come back to that later. Could you tell me how many murders you’ve been involved with, Miss Mabel? SCP-5010: When you say “involved”, dear, it does rather begin to sound like an accusation. Dr. Banks: My apologies, Miss Mabel. What I meant, of course, was to ask how many murders you’ve helped to solve? SCP-5010: Oh, I couldn’t possibly say. Dr. Banks: A hundred? Five hundred? More? SCP-5010: I don’t really take the trouble to keep count of things like that, dear. It’s so dreadfully morbid to linger on such gruesome affairs when there are so many more cheerful things to be preoccupied with. Dr. Banks: We know of at least two hundred and sixty four murder cases where you’ve managed to identify a culprit. SCP-5010: Then don’t you think it was a little foolish of you to ask a question you already knew the answer to, dear? Dr. Banks: Does that number sound right to you? Should it be higher? SCP-5010: If that’s the number your piece of paper says, doctor. I’m sure it’s far more reliable than the memory of a silly old lady. Dr. Banks: I certainly wouldn’t call you a silly old lady, Miss Mabel. (pauses) Don’t you think that’s rather a lot of murders to be involved in? SCP-5010: There’s that “involved” word again, dear. Dr. Banks: Do you find it at all concerning that you’ve been in the vicinity of quite so many homicides? SCP-5010: Oh indeed I do! But then, I fear that that’s the tragedy of the modern world we live in, doctor. Death seems to be everywhere these days, doesn’t it? You can hardly go anywhere without finding it lying in wait for you, like the reaper in The Appointment in Samarra. We can only do our best to help. Dr. Banks: And you do like to help, don’t you Miss Mabel? SCP-5010: Oh yes, doctor. Being of service to others is what life is all about, don’t you think? Dr. Banks: Then I suppose that from a certain point of view, it could be seen as quite lucky that you keep running into quite so many killers, couldn’t it? SCP-5010: (pauses) I don’t think that one ought to joke about such things, dear. I simply go where I’m needed. Dr. Banks: Where you’re needed? (SCP-5010 is silent) Dr. Banks: Miss Mabel? (SCP-5010 remains silent) Dr. Banks: Do you mean that, just perhaps, you might have some knowledge that these deaths are going to occur in advance? SCP-5010: (pauses) In advance. (pauses) Oh, but of course! I can’t believe that I’ve been so slow! Dr. Banks: So slow? What do you mean? SCP-5010: I really am truly sorry dear, but I know, you see. Dr. Banks: You know what? SCP-5010: I know that you’re the one who killed that poor girl downstairs. SCP-████. Dr. Banks: (pauses, then laughs) You’re crazy, Miss Mabel. Why on Earth should I do a thing like that? SCP-5010: Because they had discovered something that you simply couldn’t risk getting out, hadn’t they, dear? What did Dr. Blake call her? A tactepath? A person who can read the thoughts and memories of others through touch? An extremely useful gift, to be sure, but terribly dangerous. And you did touch her, didn’t you doctor, last week during testing when you tripped and caught her arm to steady yourself. Dr. Frost made a joke about it, how you blushed at the hand of a pretty girl. But I don’t think you were embarrassed, dear. I think you realised exactly what you’d done. Dr. Banks: (pauses) I was wearing gloves. I always wore gloves around that thing. SCP-5010: Not on that day. As Dr. Frost remembered all too well, you had made a great fuss about losing your gloves earlier in the week. You didn’t find them again in your coat pockets until the day after the test. And that’s why SCP-████ had to die, isn’t it? Dr. Banks: You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. You can’t prove any of this! SCP-5010: I’m very much afraid that I can, dear. What was it you told me when we first met this morning? “It’s so dreadful to think of her hanging there all night while we were asleep in bed.” Dr. Banks: So? SCP-5010: How did you know that SCP-████ had died during the night, doctor? Everyone else assumed that she had to have killed herself in the morning, because security officer Wainthropp was meant to have checked her cell at four am. It was only later that we learned she’d skipped her duties to spend the evening with Dr. Wright. Dr. Banks: No. (pauses) No, no, you’re wrong. The medical report put the time of death at around ten o’clock last night. That’s how I knew. SCP-5010: I’m sorry doctor, but you couldn’t possibly have read that report by the time you’re claiming. I was entering the medical bay for my examination just as Dr. Sloan was sending it to your Site Director for clearance. Our conversation took place a good half an hour before that. (Dr. Banks mouths silently for a few moments and then slumps in his chair) Dr. Banks: I (pause) I had to stop her. You don’t understand. She was going to ruin everything. She’d found out about Argyle. (SCP-5010 remains silent. Dr. Banks holds his head in his hands.) Dr. Banks: Joe Argyle. Or D-890976, as he’s so rightfully been reduced to. The utter bastard who took my son away because he couldn’t resist climbing behind the wheel of his car with a bottle of Jack inside him. I couldn’t believe it when I saw him in that orange jumpsuit, and in my test group no less. It’s not supposed to happen, you know. They’re meant to vet the D-Classes we interact with, to make sure we don’t have any history. I have no idea how he managed to slip through, but I thank any god or devil that may have done it. (Dr. Banks looks up, clenching his hands into fists and then relaxing them.) Dr. Banks: At first I just wanted to wrap my fingers around that vermin’s throat and squeeze until the life drained out of him, but then I realised that if I was clever I could do far, far more than that. So long as he was under my supervision, I could make him suffer. Again and again and again. I could make him pay for every single day he had stolen from my family, and no one would be any the wiser. SCP-5010: Until that poor girl discovered what you were doing. Dr. Banks: That poor girl? Hah! SCP-████ arranged to talk to me privately after I caught her arm. Told me that she’d keep her mouth shut about everything in exchange for a few extra privileges, certain special favours that I could do for her. (pauses) But I knew that that wouldn’t keep her quiet forever. I know her type. She’d want more and more and more. If I let her live, sooner or later she was going to blab to someone, and I couldn’t possibly allow that. I couldn’t let her interfere with my justice. And you, Miss Mabel (pauses) I don’t think I can let you interfere any further, either. You know, it’s a shame. I was almost beginning to like you. And these interview logs are a real pain to erase. (As Dr. Banks begins to rise from the table, the door to the room opens and three security officers enter to restrain him. Senior Researcher Rendell, who had been viewing the live feed of the interview during her lunch break, had notified the Site Security Office as soon as Dr. Banks began his confession. When questioned, Rendell described her decision to watch the interview as “purely a whim”.) [End Log] Footnotes 1. Designation code SRU 221B. 2. See Addendum 5010-2 for further details. 3. See Interview Log 5010.1 4. See Interview Log 5010.2. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5010" by Uncannyon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5010. Licensed under CC-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: MissMabel2.5 Name: the rest Author: Bernhard Frank License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-5011 | esoteric-class | LIVING ARCHIVE DOCUMENT: LEVEL 4 SECURITY CLEARANCE REQUIRED The following documentation is curated by Chief Archivist Bridge. It is still considered an active security breach and as such has received perpetual exemption from -ARC or -EX reclassification. This will be reviewed in the event of SCP-5011's cultural significance diminishing. …The veil between light and dark is very thin, barely translucent. A pair of eyes glimpsing what’s really on the other side can alter the course of history. — Bridge, D. (Archivist) Keynote Address, Foundation Information Security Conference (FISC). Site-19: FISC Conference Series [Input SCP-5011 Access Credentials] [Welcome, Director Bridge] Item #: SCP-5011 Special Containment Procedures: N/A Description: SCP-5011 designates the consequences of an information leak regarding an anomalous being. This occurred under the stewardship of the American Secure Containment Initiative. The anomaly itself was decommissioned as part of the absorption of the ASCI into the SCP Foundation. First appearance of SCP-5011 cultural contamination ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5011" by Anonymous, jinjja, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5011. Licensed under CC-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: page1, page2, page3, page4, page5, page6, page7, page8, page9, page10 Author: Anonymous & jinjja License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: Reign Name: Reign of the Superman.jpg Author: Herbert S. Fine License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5012 | euclid | Threat Level: Undetermined SCP-5012-1 through -24 c. December 1923. Fiorenza Marcelli is positioned 9th from the left. A section of SCP-5012. Special Containment Procedures: [pending] Legacy Containment Procedures: SCP-5012 is the legal property of Fitzwilliam Agriculture, a Foundation front company. Standard anti-trespassing measures have been implemented, as appropriate for low-risk projects. SCP-5012 is to be maintained as standard for the Cerasus subgenus, including regular harvests of SCP-5012-A for the purposes of study and experimentation. Personnel are advised to ignore SCP-5012-#. SCP-5012-B is effectively self-contained. Description: SCP-5012 is an orchard of trees of the Cerasus subgenus1 located in the Italian province of South Tyrol, formerly the site of the Casadua Amphitheater. The trees that constitute SCP-5012 are in a continuous cycle of flowering and fruiting, irrespective of soil and meteorological conditions. SCP-5012 has not been observed to experience senescence.2 During their fruiting phases, the trees of SCP-5012 produce SCP-5012-A, a psychotropic variation of sweet cherry. SCP-5012-A is otherwise nutritionally and gustatorially identical to Prunus avium3 fruits that have been pitted and sweetened. Ingestion of SCP-5012-A induces vivid hallucination in subjects, along with synaesthesia, disorientation, and mild euphoria. Following exposure, subjects experience a strong compulsion to document their experience through written medium. While the nature of such hallucinations varies between usage, most appear to be associated with SCP-5012-#. SCP-5012-#, individually designated SCP-5012-1 through -24, are a collective of humanoids resembling the former Golgotha Memorial Orchestra4 sans lead cellist Fiorenza Marcelli. Each instance of SCP-5012-# is integrated into the trunks of one or more trees. Instances of SCP-5012-# do not age or decompose. SCP-5012-B is an entity or collective confined to SCP-5012. No first-hand accounts of SCP-5012-B's appearance or behavior have been documented; however, SCP-5012-B appears to be a frequent consumer of SCP-5012-A, with enough personal knowledge of SCP-5012-# to dedicate its writings to specific instances.5 HISTORY According to archival records, SCP-5012 has always been known to the Foundation, having been documented immediately following its inception on January 1st, 1924. The author of its documentation is unknown, but is presumed to have been Dr. Kain Crow, given his background in botany and ecology. Similarly, containment measures were enacted immediately following the documentation of SCP-5012, leading to an unacceptable expenditure of resources. No incidents, breaches, or experiments were reported on-site until 26/05/1956, when all personnel present within SCP-5012 suffered an acute nauseous reaction, then fainted. Following Incident-5012-A, RAISA auditors immediately flagged the SCP-5012 project as both inactive and over budget. SCP-5012's containment procedures were scaled back to their current iteration after an emergency HLCL Supervisor meeting. Due to the presently unknown circumstances of the Golgotha Memorial Orchestra's disappearance, as well as the nature of artefacts recovered from the residences of its members, further investigation into the events of January 1st, 1924 has been authorized by Foundation Overwatch. The ultimate fate of Fiorenza Marcelli is presently unknown. ADDENDUM 5012-008 On 18/06/1959, Foundation Overwatch cleared SCP-5012 for experimentation following an extensive budgeting audit. Experimentation was overseen by Dr. Cecil Goss, assisted by Researchers Rebecca Ciavarella and Piero Bertoldi. The SCP-5012 project was subsequently allocated lab equipment and two D-Class personnel. Unpicked instances of SCP-5012-A. Initial experiments conformed to SCP-5012's initial documentation; however, due to the research personnels' unfamiliarity with members of the Golgotha Memorial Orchestra, identifying the foci of SCP-5012-A induced hallucinations proved difficult. Experimentation subsequently shifted from the study of SCP-5012-A to that of SCP-5012-#. Skin and hair samples from SCP-5012-# confirmed that such instances were biologically human in composition. Furthermore, instances of SCP-5012-# possessed functional circulatory systems filled with a substance chemically similar to cherry jam. Approximately 450 ml of SCP-5012-# "blood" was extracted and stored in a vacuum flask, then refrigerated in the communal kitchen.6 On 04/07/1959, Researcher Bertoldi reported hearing a loud noise from the kitchen. Though reportedly empty upon arrival, Researcher Bertoldi noted that the flask of "blood" had been removed from the refrigerator and spilled across the floor. Although Dr. Goss's fingerprints were found on the flask, Dr. Goss himself was nowhere to be found. Dr. Goss was officially declared missing on 05/07/1959. To: Director Ciavarella From: Dr. Bertoldi Date: 19/11/1959 5012-B has been fairly active as of recent, as you probably heard, but if you haven't been briefed yet: we think something's changed. Normally, 5012-A produces some form of "art", be that poetry, symphonies, etc. We're still getting some of that, sure, but recently we've been seeing an uptick in shorter messages, one or two sentences at most; moreover, most simply denote either a specific 5012-# or an instrument they played. Sure, it could be experimentation, but most of the other produce had some kind of narrative theme to tie them down. Realistically, this shouldn't affect the containment project, but keep an eye on buyers. The Cardiff Accord funds a quarter of 77's projects. INCIDENT 5012-E On 01/10/1961, Officer Craxi reported a malnourished humanoid wandering through SCP-5012 in a state of apparent delirium. Capture was authorized, under the assumption that Officer Craxi had spotted SCP-5012-B; the entity wept upon detainment, but did not resist. A preliminary physical of SCP-5012-B revealed the following: SCP-5012-B is a biologically human male of European descent, most probably in its late 40s. No inherently anomalous properties have been recorded. SCP-5012-B's third and fifth toes on its left foot, as well as the entirety of its right leg below the shin, had been mangled in a past incident, replaced with finely-crafted wooden prostheses. SCP-5012-B's vocal cords are heavily damaged, rendering it essentially mute. SCP-5012-B's fingerprints are identical to those of Dr. Cecil Goss. Upon capture, SCP-5012-B wore a tattered set of black scrubs7, as well as a backpack containing a 37-page notebook, several broken pencils, and a hastily-drawn diagram of unclear purpose. SCP-5012-B further produced an ID Card for Dr. Goss upon interrogation; as Dr. Goss's card was set to expire on 01/01/1960, SCP-5012-B's identity has not been presently verified. During interrogation, SCP-5012-B requested a typewriter with which to document its experiences. DOCUMENT 5012-JE ACCESS GRANTED I'm sorry. Give me a moment to think. My first memory is of being crushed into a point of nothing, plunged into a deep silence. My body felt no pain; whatever vestige of myself was left to experience implosion was not strictly physical. But, I was still me. In some form or fashion, I existed; just not physically. It's hard to explain if you haven't felt it yourself. Give me a minute. Think of how a well-decorated but windowless room feels, and imagine that feeling is tangible. Now, imagine that the lights have been switched off. The room still exists, is just as fancily decorated as before, and you saw the room, so you had that feeling. But you can't see it anymore. The capacity for that feeling to exist, in its purest state, that's gone. For less than a moment, I both existed and didn't in complete stillness. Then I started, and forgive me for anthropomorphizing my half-self, I started moving. Something was sucking me through a rough tube, something skinny enough to scrape and long enough for me to feel it on some level, and long enough for me to, well, "hear" something. I'm going to try to put this into as close to accurate as I can get in Italian: there was a singular sense of "symphony". Not a "sum of its parts", but the "singular" "symphony" as a unit. It didn't start or stop; it felt like it was always there, like I'd walked into an empty room in the middle of a record player's performance. There was no direction other than forward, not even backward, so I have to assume it wasn't strictly sound. But it… … these are supposed to be clinical, but there's no way around it: it was beautiful. If I could have stayed there forever, I would have. And then, all of a sudden, I exist again. Except… give me another moment. Before I could process anything, I felt myself internally collapse. Doing anything felt wrong, "painful". I didn't fit, none of me or anything about me did, like I was a round peg attempting to hammer myself into a square hole, twisted and mangled into a foreign shape I wasn't built to occupy. Simultaneously, I was constricted and exposed, as if… sorry, as if the "expression" of "me" was a crushed and punctured can I was trying to fit. I wasn't doing anything, literally I think. "Being", thinking, existing, some invisible force was scraping and pushing against any attempt to be. I opened my mouth to scream, and only then did I find myself harmonizing with… I think it was a fiddle. Emanating from the whole of what, at that moment, "was", was a fiddle. Not necessarily the sound of it, no, but… it's hard to explain with words. The fiddle was there, everywhere, suffused into everything, as natural as gravity but to me as conspicuous as a blister. Whatever it was, it was loud, like a wooden dresser dragged across a wooden floor. I could cover my ears, scream, run anywhere I wanted, and I'd still know the fiddle. I'm unsure of how long I "laid" there, helpless. For a time, I'm sure death ceased to be a horrifying prospect, but I couldn't even die "correctly", as if the cessation of my life was contingent upon some unwritten rule. Finally, after what had to have been an eternity unable to do anything, I surrendered myself to the fiddle. And then, I felt the pain lighten, and I could "be" again. Please give me another moment. There aren't many precise words to describe where I found myself. The closest analogue would be a flat, featureless nothing, broken only by a thin veneer of… something. Something deliberate, as if trying to convey a message that, at least to me, highlighted what wasn't. I knew I was back in the containment area, but it was little more than a setpiece. Around me were twisted, imprecise, but unmistakably human "props", as it were. All were mangled, by exposure or animal or otherwise, but none of them were dead. No matter the extent of their wounds, none of them were dead. I'm not entirely sure if they could die; none seemed too concerned with their grievous wounds to do more than lie comfortably still. My first instinct was to call out to one of them, but to even speak was… well, "performative". I couldn't speak without singing, or walk without dancing, or write without falling back to poetry or symphonics. All the universe was in tune with the fiddle screaming from the back of my mind, like a stage play. To do anything else was to break the thin veneer of performance, to knock against a curtain or fall into the darkness at the edge of the stage. And aside from that empty performance of immortality(?), there was little else of note. I danced around for what must have been days, trying desperately to make sense of my surroundings. Where there wasn't misery or pain or mold-caked animals, there was a profound sense of "absence". Something was missing, something the fiddle never needed account for, like a field you know exists but aren't looking at. As if it wasn't important to what was. But I couldn't stop. Between a deeper understanding of my situation and that of the dying men around me, the immortality of rot was hardly the ideal choice. And so I probed further, throughout the site, trying to find some semblance of explanation. And, then I ate a cherry. All of a sudden, I felt an immense weight dissolve from my being. The fiddle was gone; in its place was a familiar symphony. I was sitting in a booth, inside of a diner painted a brilliant array of new and exciting colors, as a quartet of women sang a song of… my mind struggles, to put it into words. But I know it was beautiful; that it was real. And then I woke up. The pain of readjusting to the fiddle was amplified by a sudden shock of dullness. The world around me didn't just feel dismal; it felt incomplete. The absence of some "something" left my being exposed; worst of all, the memory of what I lost was fading. The second pen touched paper, it was lost. I tried again, to recapture the bliss; I ate the cherries, cooked them, boiled the bark and leaves and flowers into tea, anything to recapture that reality, and every time I was pulled back into the half-dead nothing. So I broke the ultimate taboo: I ate flesh from one of the musicians. For a brief, beautiful second, I'm back in the symphonic void. When my existence reasserts itself, I'm back in a chamber of noise, trapped again by alien constraints. From everywhere thunders a trumpet, a sustained scream at the dull wrongness with which I tried to express myself. It never gets easier, trying to readjust. Quicker, perhaps, but it's not something one can prepare for. The rules of each… musician, shall we say, they're as unique as they are ubiquitous. To even prepare for the next is to violate the rules set by the present. I can't even remember what the next one was. The worlds, I mean. There was a similar sense of incompleteness, holes where something should have been. Most of them, the Foundation exists, but there's always something wrong with them. The buildings, the people, everything is equally as twisted as its surroundings. Like grotesque caricatures, playing whatever part the instruments decree. You asked me about the notebook, everything in there. That's a map. Dozens of them. Even they weren't enough; until you memorize the names and faces of each one, where you'll end up is pure guesswork. I thought if I traced where I was with where I ended up, and how, perhaps I could find my way home. … what I'm going to say next may be infohazardous. Every world I went to was twisted to the tune of a specific instrument. Some were minor: I distinctly recall a universe where the Foundation gave guided tours through the grove. Less so others: another world had me stuck, immobile, unable to taste, smell, or feel anything but hot metal and burning plastic, in a wall of numbers as a burning shock coursed repeatedly through my being. Throughout, however, I kept faith that, eventually, I'd get home. That ideal was the only thing that kept me dancing. Home was complete, it was colorful and vibrant and "whole". Existence wasn't forced to express anything aside from the completeness of being. And it was silent. And I suppose that's why, even as Fiorenza appeared everywhere but here, I disregarded this world. Something must have changed, because I never noticed the cello before then. Updated documentation pending investigation by the Metaphysics Department. Footnotes 1. Commonly known as cherry trees. 2. The process by which organisms age and die. 3. Wild cherry. 4. A troupe of performers that played across Southern Europe from 1896 until their disappearance in early 1924. 5. Due to an archival issue, no such writings exist within Foundation record prior to 30/05/1956. 6. The SCP-5012 project lacked a dedicated freezer space. 7. Appropriate for a humanoid anomaly as designated by the Foundation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5012" by UraniumEmpire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5012. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-5013 | keter | SCP-5013, 20m past outer boundary. Item #: SCP-5013 Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter surrounding SCP-5013 at a distance of 1 km is to be patrolled by 20 armed guards in rotating shifts, quartered at Site-5013. Civilians approaching this zone are to be diverted. All internal exploration and research on SCP-5013 should be conducted by D-class personnel. No Foundation personnel are permitted entry to SCP-5013 without Level 4 staff approval. UPDATE (05/05/2019): Following Incident 5013-1, all individuals exposed to SCP-5013's effects are categorised as ATEN-class memetic hazards, and require immediate quarantine and neutralisation. Perimeter security duties have been allocated to the newly established MTF Theta-1 ("Locke and Key"). All entities emerging from SCP-5013 are to be terminated on sight. Description: SCP-5013 is an anomalous region approximately 10km2 in size, located at coordinates [REDACTED], in southern Yunnan Province, China. The area contains wild forest, the remains of terraced fields and a village with 43 buildings, located at the approximate center of the zone. The last evidence of human habitation within SCP-5013 is dated to the 1920s. SCP-5013 is covered in constant fog. While this has an unremarkable chemical composition, it has been observed to exhibit cognitohazardous properties, with the potential to induce confusion, amnesia, hallucinations, and feelings of déjà vu or jamais vu. These increase in intensity relative to proximity to the center of SCP-5013. The amnestic effect of SCP-5013 is likely responsible for its other cognitohazardous properties. This effect primarily acts on memories of affected individuals under active recall while within SCP-5013. This has a secondary effect of causing disorientation, and making exit of SCP-5013 difficult. While protective gear is able to mitigate the effects of exposure, the intensity of SCP-5013 upon entry to the village is severe enough to prevent exit entirely, and personnel who enter this zone are unable to be retrieved. Mnestic drugs have been unable to prevent the effects of SCP-5013. Hallucinations within the buildings of SCP-5013 generally reflect other indoor environments. These phenomena have not been observed to repeat. Whilst the content of these hallucinations generally reflects real-world, non-anomalous locations, clear identification of any of these locales has proven difficult. It is unclear whether this is a consistent property between hallucinations or an expected result of the cognitohazardous effects of SCP-5013. Poor identification of these locations in interviews with relevant civilians was initially thought to simply reflect their non-existence, but experimentation has noted that locals were more likely to report difficulty recalling a similar location, rather than non-recognition (when compared to subjects presented with fabricated control locations). Further experimentation into this phenomenon is ongoing. A brief list of reported examples is listed below. A dacha of East German construction, converted into storage space and filled with tools and a Trabant car in poor condition. A Mesoamerican ruined pyramid, not corresponding to any discovered structure. A mid-20th century house built in the Czech Functionalist style. A home in a submerged Nubian village, c. 1970. An abandoned Greek Orthodox church on a hill overlooking the city of Trabzon, Turkey. An empty, partially constructed building in the Argentine city of Ciudad Encrujiada, with design suggestive of a convention center/exhibition space. A room of the Forbidden City in Beijing, not matched to any existing structure. A stack of papers bearing Foundation insignia is visible on a table. The bridge of an unknown Gazelle-class cruiser of the Imperial German Navy, wrecked on a tropical island in shallow water. A cave in a desert climate, containing a 20-meter high statue of the Buddha. An Iranian coffee-house interior of 17th century design. No persons have been observed in these hallucinations at any time. Addendum 5013-1: EXPLORATION LOG 5013-1 DATE: 01/04/2019 NOTES: First manned incursion following drone-based exploration, which mapped the area and collected soil, water and air samples, with no anomalous properties detected. One member of D-class personnel (D-724) was equipped with a two-way radio, video and audio recording equipment, a gas mask, a head-mounted lamp and 1 day of rations, with instructions to proceed to the central village within SCP-5013 and report their experiences. <BEGIN LOG> CONTROL: D-724, do you understand the mission? You are to walk directly down this path, straight ahead to the village. Report everything you see. We will give you instructions on when to return. D-724: Yeah, I heard you at the briefing. What's so special about this place, anyway? CONTROL: That's your job to find out. There's no sign of anything hostile in there, and all the samples we've taken are safe, but be careful. Don't touch anything without our permission. D-724: Sure, I bet it's totally fine, that's why you're sending me instead of one of you guys. Why did you even give me a mask, then? CONTROL: It's a standard precaution. You're free to return to your previous work detail if you don't like what's happening. D-724: Okay, okay, I'm going. D-724 enters SCP-5013. D-724: Strange fog for this time of year. CONTROL: Keep going and tell us if you experience anything unusual. D-724: Nothing yet. I see some trees, pools of water, there's a wooden fence on my right, what can I tell you? [D-724 continues walking down the path in silence for 12 minutes. Apart from the presence of fog, no anomalous activity is apparent.] Still image from Exploration 5013-1. D-724: There's a village up ahead. CONTROL: That's your objective. Keep going and this will be over soon. D-724: You didn't tell me about any village. CONTROL: 724, we went over this in the briefing. D-724: What are you talking about? CONTROL: This isn't a game, 724. It's in your interest to stay alert and do your job properly. D-724: What the hell are you talking about? What job? CONTROL: 724, you need to… hmm. Okay. Just proceed to the village and report on what you see. D-724: Uh, if you say so. [D-724 enters the village. Camera movements are consistent with distress and agitation.] CONTROL: Are you all right, 724? D-724: What - what's going on? Where am I? CONTROL: Take a breath, 724. Do you see something unusual? D-724: Who - who are - 这是什么?1 CONTROL: Repeat that again, 724. D-724: 我不明白. 发生了什么?2 [D-724 begins touching the gas mask and radio headset in confusion, then begins to remove them.] CONTROL: D-724, stop that immediately! D-724 does not respond and becomes increasingly agitated. He discards the gas mask and communications equipment, with the camera landing on the ground. He runs down the village street, out of view. <END LOG> EXPLORATION LOG 5013-2 DATE: 03/04/2019 NOTES: Manned incursion by 3-person team from MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots"), (E1 CPT Nguyen, E2 SSGT Zhou, E3 CPL Zimmerman). The team was selected from personnel with a measured Cognitohazard Resistance Value >50, and equipped with sidearms, non-lethal weaponry, rations, mnestic autoinjectors and HAZMAT gear due to suspicions at the time physical contact with the fog exacerbated its anomalous properties. SCP-5013 on entry in Exploration 5013-2. <BEGIN LOG> E2: What are we even doing here? Isn't this a mission for weirdos like Eta-10? E1: This is just an early recon run - scope out the anomaly, get out. We can do a better job of it than they can. E2: You mean we're better at being expendable in a skip that makes you go crazy. Fucking hell. CONTROL: You've been selected for this mission because you're skilled generalists with cognitohazard experience. Captain Nguyen has authority to abort if your assessment on the ground requires it. E2: Yeah, you'd better fucking use that, Cap. E1: Sooner this is done the better. Radio check? E3: Zimmerman, check. E2: Zhou, check. E1: Okay, let's go. [Team proceeds into SCP-5013.] E3: So, who's going to sling this class-D over their back? E2: Not sure. Who's the lowest ranked here? E1: Nobody's carrying anyone out of here. We should be able to convince this guy to return. E2: If he hears your Mandarin, he'd be wiser to take his chances with the skip - whoa, hold up. What's that in your suit? [E2's camera moves to view E1's faceplate. Traces of fog are visible inside.] E2: Fuck, a breach already? E1: I don't see anything. E2: There's a breach in your suit, Cap. E1: Really? Okay. Not feeling anything unusual. Zimmerman, can you do a check? [E3 checks E1's suit for breaches.] E3: You're all clear, Captain. E2: What's your name? E1: ████ Nguyen. E2: What's your date of birth? E1: Sixth of May, eighty-seven. E2: Who's the CPC General Secretary? E1: Xi Jinping. E2: Association - north. E1: South. E2: Lantern. E1: Candle. E2: Willow. E1: Branch. E2: Passphrase. I enter the court through the middle gate. E1: My sleeve is wet with tears. E2: All neural readings look normal. Can you confirm that, Control? CONTROL: Confirmed, no abnormal readings on our end. Are you clear to proceed? E1: We can proceed. I've seen worse coghazes on TV. E3: What's the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow? E2: Shut up, Zimmerman. I don't like this at all, Cap. We haven't even taken ten steps and we're already losing control. E1: We're not pulling out before we've taken those ten steps. Just follow my lead. [The team continues through SCP-5013, approaching the village without incident. Retroactive analysis of footage shows fog is now visible in the suits of all three team members, though not in quantities sufficient for the team or Control to notice.] E3: I see something on the ground. E2: Gas mask, some sort of bag. This the spot where we lost the D-class? E1: [moves to investigate] Standard Foundation-issue. Looks like it. No footprints - rain's washed them away. Best to check the houses. This looks as good a place to start as any. Weapons ready. E1 pushes open the door of the nearest house. The interior is empty save for plant growth and broken furniture. E1: Looks like we got our anomaly. You seeing this? E2: All I see's some fuckin' weeds, Cap. E3: Yeah, it looks different - ugh, and that buzzing? E1: You don't see it? Looks like we got our coghaz. Control, can you give us a visual assessment? CONTROL: I'm seeing an empty room with some plants and rubbish. Computer scan isn't picking up anything unusual. I can get back to you with a full anomaly pattern search in about thirty minutes. E1: Okay. I see someone's bedroom, looks like a city somewhere in Europe, style nineteen- thirties maybe? Looking out the windows on that wall - I see a castle, two bridges, nighttime outside. No people around, but I hear someone yelling. German? Okay, it's stopped. Zhou? Zimmer? E2: I'm with Control on this one. Nothing here for me. E3: Uh, I'm looking at some jungle - I thought it was just normal, but the plants look different to what we've seen around here, and there's a bit more light - there's this buzzing, doesn't stop. Sounds like a lot of bugs. E1: I'm going to sweep the room. Stay here. E2: Watch yourself. E1: Okay, I - woah. E2: You all right, Cap? E1: Yeah, I, uh - it's just faded out. Nothing here but a rotting table. E3: I don't see anything either. E2: Told you there wasn't anything there. [E1 exits and closes the door.] E1: Okay… okay, let's go. Next house? Are we getting some data here? I think we're getting something. Let's go. E2: You sure you're all right, Cap? Better do a check again. E1: A what? Sure. Sure. Go ahead. E2: Your name? E1: Nguyen. E2: What's your date of birth? E1: Sixth May, eighty- eighty-seven. E2: Who's the Prime Minister of Japan? E1: Abe. E2: Association - east. E1: West. E2: Moon. E1: Sun. E2: Butterfly. E1: Lizard. E2: Because the mountain grass… E1: Mountain grass? E3: Uh-oh. E2: Readings are off compared to before. Control? CONTROL: Low-level fluctuations seen on our end. Caution is advised. E2: We should call it. I see this going south real fast. E1: No, no, I'm okay. [E1 moves to the next house and opens the door.] [DATA MISSING] E1: This is - what is this? E2: What is it? E3: Huh, it's a big cube. Looks like a containment chamber. Some kind of big machine, not one I've seen before. This one of our sites? I see a number - site forty-one? E2: Site what? E3: Forty-one. You know - E2: We're done here. Let's go. [E2 pulls E1 out of the building and slams the door closed.] E3: You know that? What - E2: We've seen far more than enough. This is way above our pay grade, Cap. Get us out of here. E1: Huh. This is - I don't - E2: That's not good. Mnestics in, Nguyen. E1: I - I don't understand. E2: Fuck! Control, lead is affected by a high-level coghaz. I need his system override, code [REDACTED]. CONTROL: I see it, Sergeant. Giving you access. Do what you need to do. [E2 activates E1's mnestic autoinjectors remotely.] E2: Hey. Hey. Captain Nguyen. You with me? E1: Who - who are you? What am I - E2: Fuck. Okay, okay. You have to come with me. Zimmerman, grab his other arm. E3: Uh, okay. Where, uh, where are we going? E2: We're getting the fuck out of here, Zimmerman, come on. E3: Sure, sure. What - what are we doing here anyway? E2: God damn it. Just follow my lead. [The team exits SCP-5013 at a significantly slower speed than that of entry. E2 spends much of this time guiding and encouraging E1 and E3, who remain confused and distractible.] <END LOG> Do you have regrets? Every person you sent to their death, every innocent you failed to save, every comrade you never saw again. I do. I'm sure you do. Even if your days aren't as dramatic, you remember what you shouldn't have said, words you shouldn't have heard, something you shouldn't have tried. We should have a clean slate. A fresh start. We will all be grateful. How can you miss what you do not know you had? INTERVIEW LOG 5013-1 DATE: 04/04/2019 NOTES: Post-mission interview of SSGT Zhou, conducted by Control lead (Dr Anderson). <BEGIN LOG> ANDERSON: I'm sorry to go through this so soon after what happened, but you know the drill with these things. I won't keep you long. ZHOU: Oh, yeah? I'm just overjoyed you decided to interview me. I've been aching to find out why you made my team into drooling idiots, and you can tell the Director that - ANDERSON: Maybe we should go off the record, Terry. ZHOU: (sighs) Forget it. Look, Chris, I'm pretty on edge right now. I don't want to bite your head off, but someone has to answer for the Captain and Zimmer having their brains scrambled by a coghaz. How could you do this to us? ANDERSON: I - I'm not sure - okay, I'm not going to make excuses, but you know there are things I need to get clearance for to tell you. I'm going to recommend an inquiry, and I'm willing to take responsibility, but the medics have only had a day to look over Nguyen and Zimmerman. They still have a fighting chance, our mnestic treatments are a lot better than they were in the nineties. ZHOU: I'd find that more reassuring if you'd let me see them. ANDERSON: That's out of my hands, but I think they're off-site now. ZHOU: Let's get this over with, then. What did you need to ask? ANDERSON: We're trying to figure out why you weren't affected by the anomaly. We've got one working theory - but anyway. You weren't affected, right? From the reports when you got back to the Site and reviewing the footage, nobody noticed anything, but anything we might have missed? ZHOU: No. I walked through that whole damn place and didn't have any visions, didn't forget my name, uh, but there was - can we go off the record for this? … guess not. Just don't dissect my brain or anything. I'm not sleeping well, and I'm misplacing small things. My phone, my watch, being a few days off on the date - but I've had a rough couple of days. ANDERSON: That's fair. I don't think I can make anything of that. You'll need a medical, still. ZHOU: Yeah, I know. [ANDERSON is silent for 90 seconds.] ZHOU: You don't have anything else for me? ANDERSON: Hmm? Sorry. I just - never mind. What's your opinion on… on amnestics? ZHOU: I've taken my fair share. I know the last time was about two years back? Can't tell you what for. Obviously. ANDERSON: Sounds about right. I've consulted the dispensing records and you've been on amnestics every… a lot of times… since you joined up. You must have been on a rough detail before I met you. ZHOU: I wouldn't know. (laughs dryly) ANDERSON: Well. The point is, the, um, Captain… Captain Nguyen… yes. He never took them. Right? You knew that? ZHOU: Yes, now you mention it. It was a moral kind of thing, like feeling obliged to remember what he's done. I thought it was pretty stupid, but I respected that, in a way. You - you think I have some kind of immunity? That he didn't? ANDERSON: Immunity? Yes. Something like that. ZHOU: And Zimmer, he probably had a few, newbie, seen some things he wasn't cleared for, but not as many as an old lady like me. Sound about right? ANDERSON: Zimmer? ZHOU: You know, Corporal Zimmerman. You're not going off on me too, are you, Chris? ANDERSON: What? ZHOU: Earth to Anderson. ANDERSON: I - who's that? Anderson? ZHOU: Chris, if this is a joke, it's not fucking funny. ANDERSON: I - I - I - (silence) ZHOU: Oh, shit. [Alarms sounding.] <END LOG> Given the recent information on SCP-5013, the Council has enacted emergency Emergency procedures are to be SCP-5013 Foundation staff are to Secure Black moons and howling. Black Black Bl bbbbbbbbb NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Due to the exponential increase in ED-K-Class events, instability in the documentation for SCP-5013 is anticipated. Instability in other documentation dated beyond June 2019 is also a possibility. All personnel with clearance should take appropriate cognitohazard precautions. While the vector of transmission of the phenomenon is unknown, all personnel who experience potential cognitohazardous effects should enact immediate quarantine procedures and alert site security staff. Given the nature of the ED-K-Class Scenario, all pertinent information should be acted on immediately. — Director, RAISA I have never seen this building. There are others here, who bring up shades of white, black, orange. I do not remember what this means. I remember how to write, though. I remember I can push these keys and my thoughts appear. I am luckier than some of them. I think that something terrible has happened, but I do not know what. Footnotes 1. Mandarin, "what is this?" 2. "I don't understand. What's happening?" ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5013" by ModernMajorGeneral, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5013. Licensed under CC-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: 5000-1.jpg, 5000-2.jpg, 5000-3.jpg, 5000-4.jpg Author: ModernMajorGeneral License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-5014 | neutralized | SCP-5014 prior to termination. Item #: SCP-5014 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5014's body is to be kept in a standard human cadaver storage chamber. Foundation personnel may only examine SCP-5014's body with Level-1 Clearance or above. Description: SCP-5014 was a 29-year-old Anglo-American human male, standing 1.63 meters tall and weighing 75 kilograms. SCP-5014 was previously thought to be physically immortal and had previously demonstrated incredible durability against various forms of trauma and bodily harm. SCP-5014 had previously endured the following with no adverse affects: Assault via firearm. Blunt force. Repeated stabbing. Immolation. Consumption and inhalation of toxins. Explosives. Long-term exposure to a vacuum. Self-inflicted harm. (During and between recorded experiments) SCP-5014 had claimed to previously be vulnerable, as evidenced through a burn scar on the back of its right hand, which it claimed was from an incident with a stove top. It is yet unknown what caused SCP-5014 to gain its anomalous properties. SCP-5014's cadaver shows no sign of anomalous durability; as such, it has since been classified as Neutralized as of Incident 5014-01 on September 27th, 2022. Incident 5014-01 Dossier: On September 27th, 2022, during a routine experimentation session with SCP-5014, Researcher Faith deBolt, wielding a firearm previously used in prior experiments, successfully neutralized SCP-5014 with a single shot to the forehead. Post-mortem examination concludes that approximately 6 seconds passed between the bullet entering SCP-5014's skull and its death. An investigation was later put in place to determine the reason behind its death. Suspects of note are listed below, as submitted by Foundation Researchers in the order of submission. Open Dossier Close Dossier Suspect 5014-01 Researcher: Researcher Faith deBolt Description: Suspect 5014-01 is a model of Ruger LCP handgun, which was previously in SCP-5014's possession prior to its containment. Suspect 5014-01 had been used previously on SCP-5014 to no effect. Investigation: Suspect 5014-01 was used in several experiments against multiple immortal entities in Foundation facilities. No effects were achieved similar to the one achieved through Incident 5014-01. Conclusion: Suspect 5014-01 did not terminate SCP-5014. Suspect 5014-02 Researcher: Researcher Faith deBolt Description: Suspect 5014-02 is Researcher Faith deBolt, the researcher responsible for firing the weapon that terminated SCP-5014 during Incident 5014-01. Investigation: Suspect 5014-02 was told to attack several immortal entities with the intent to kill, using a variety of methods including firearms, blunt weapons, bladed weapons, her bare hands, and remotely-operated weaponry. No effects were achieved similar to the one achieved through Incident 5014-01. Conclusion: Suspect 5014-02 did not terminate SCP-5014. Suspect 5014-03 Researcher: Researcher Faith deBolt Description: Suspect 5014-03 is the containment chamber that SCP-5014 was housed in for the duration of its approximately three-year containment, which was also the chamber where it was terminated. Investigation: A single immortal entity was housed within Suspect 5014-03 until it had reached the exact amount of time in containment that SCP-5014 had experienced. The entity was experimented on with the intent to terminate. No effects were achieved similar to the one achieved through Incident 5014-01. Conclusion: Suspect 5014-03 did not terminate SCP-5014. Suspect 5014-08. Suspect 5014-08 Researcher: Researcher Carlyle Fleming Description: Suspect 5014-08 is SCP-5014's ex-wife. Interviews from SCP-5014 claimed that she "wanted (it) dead more than anything". Investigation: Suspect 5014-08 was covertly abducted and scanned for anomalous activity. Suspect 5014-08 was then taken through the same experiments as used for Suspect 5014-02. No effects were achieved similar to the one achieved through Incident 5014-01. Suspect 5014-08 was then amnesticized and returned to her home. Conclusion: Suspect 5014-08 did not terminate SCP-5014. Suspect 5014-12 Researcher: Researcher Jonesy Katzenburg Description: Suspect 5014-12 is the specific area in the middle forehead where SCP-5014 was shot, theorized to have never been harmed prior to SCP-5014's death. Investigation: Audio, video, and written documentation of each experiment tested on SCP-5014 is currently being examined. Investigation is unclear and incomplete, particularly due to the fact that interviews from SCP-5014 claim that they had attained their anomalous properties several years prior to their containment. While evidence has shown that previous experiments have harmed SCP-5014 in a similar if not exact location on the forehead, Researcher Katzenburg has kept the investigation open. He has insisted that Suspect 5014-12 may be as small as a fraction of a millimeter in size. Conclusion: Unknown, deemed unlikely. Suspect 5014-21 Researcher: Researcher Jonesy Katzenburg Description: Suspect 5014-21 is the exact sequence of events SCP-5014 went through before their death. Investigation: As one Foundation Researcher that experimented on SCP-5014 at the time has since been permanently hospitalized, this particular investigation cannot be completed without harm to the researcher. Conclusion: Unknown. Suspect 5014-29 Researcher: Researcher Gretchen Reuters Description: Suspect 5014-29 is an event that took place within the period that SCP-5014 took to die. Investigation: Suspect 5014-29 was first discovered by accident while investigating SCP-3885, and an incident that occurred with an instance of SCP-3885-01. At the exact moment that SCP-5014 had been terminated, an instance of SCP-3885-01 had perished in an explosion; the first and currently only recorded time an instance of SCP-3885-01 perished. Further investigation into other contained immortal entities during the exact moment SCP-5014 had perished had not given similar results, as few were in positions that would cause them to perish in the first place. Conclusion: Unknown. Suspect 5014-33 Researcher: Therapist Emilia Daring1 Description: Suspect 5014-33 is a misunderstanding of SCP-5014's anomalous properties. Investigation: Prior interviews with SCP-5014 had claimed that it had previously discovered its anomalous properties during an attempted suicide. According to several psychological evaluations, Therapist Daring had noted that SCP-5014's depression had worsened from feeling it was obligated to die due to outside pressure, to actively seeking death for their own sake. Due to the correlation to its psychological state, it could be believed that the extent of SCP-5014's anomalous properties were over-estimated. Conclusion: Unknown. Footnotes 1. Worked with SCP-5014 often prior to its death. |
SCP-5015 | archon | Item#: 5015 Level5 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All newly discovered instances of SCP-5015 are to be kept in a standard storage locker in the restricted containment section of Site-11's archaeological ward. Description: SCP-5015 is a small object, constructed from petrified clay, which resembles a simple compass rose. Several thaumaturgic markings, appearing to be of ancient Greek origin, are carved into SCP-5015. The meanings of these markings are unknown. SCP-5015 is believed to be a device designed for navigation towards SCP-5015-A, an extradimensional space believed to be the inspiration for myths regarding Daedalus's Labyrinth. SCP-5015 is comprised of five pieces, designated SCP-5015-1 through -5, with SCP-5015-1 through -4 being the four "pointers" of the compass rose and SCP-5015-5 being the central piece. The five pieces can function separately or together. When separate, the tips of each of the corner pieces and the middle of the central piece will, through unknown means, glow a faint cyan. However, when together, the glow of each component will be distinct and will indicate the direction in which the user should continue to find the nearest entrance to SCP-5015-A. Exploration: Mobile Task Force Zeta-9 was sent into SCP-5015-A via an entrance which Foundation thaumatologist Doctor Sphere found in the ruins outside of Luxor, Egypt. + MTF Exploration Log - Close On 14 December 2019, a representative from the Global Occult Coalition's PHYSICS Division contacted the SCP Foundation and proposed a joint expedition into SCP-5015-A, performed by members from a Foundation Mobile Task Force and a Coalition Assessment Team. Following a vote by the O5 Council, the expedition was approved 7 to 2 with 1 abstaining. On 21 December 2019, Expedition Team 5015-Alpha (consisting of four members of MTF Zeta-9 "Mole Rats", four members of GOC Assessment Team 3627 "Minotaur", and one field researcher from each organization) entered SCP-5015-A. Due to difficulties in recording and transmission of video logs, Major Una was advised to keep an audio journal accounting recent events experienced within SCP-5015-A. The following is a compilation of all notable entries. Expedition Team 5015-Alpha Members Foundation Z9-1, Maj. Una Z9-2, Cpt. Nijimura Z9-3, 1st Lt. Abdul Z9-4, 2nd Lt. Brown Field Researcher Pendleton GOC M-1, Cpt. "Midas" M-2, 1st Lt. "Mars" M-3, 2nd Lt. "Tweedledee" M-4, 2nd Lt. "Tweedledum" Field Researcher "Pendulum" Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 1 Hey, Una here. Still got a few hours 'till we enter the maze, we're being airlifted out there now. Obviously we Mole Rats knew each other beforehand, but we've had about a day to get to know the GOC team. For some reason, they're under orders not to give us their real names, but we've got some callsigns we can refer to them by. Midas is their CO, but he's a captain so at least I've got authority over him. Apparently the reason he's called Midas is that when he was headed off to boot camp he brought a gold locket with a picture of his boyfriend at the time - his training group saw it was made of gold and the callsign was a given at that point. They call the next guy Mars. I guess he was an astronaut candidate at some point, but once he failed one of the exams they flunked him out. He still had a military background, though, so he decided to join back up since he was still young enough and was eventually brought in by the GOC. Tweedledee and Tweedledum are apparently identical twins, but you wouldn't know by looking at them. They joined up together, trained together, and one has never been promoted without the other being promoted as well. But honestly, they couldn't be more dissimilar with regards to their personalities. Tweedledee is quiet and mostly keeps to himself, but Tweedledum never stops talking. And it's not like she's annoying either - just really enthusiastic about everything. According to the team, Pendulum was never really able to stay on one task for very long, but she could switch from one to another in a heartbeat, meaning she's a great multitasker and is often working through multiple problems at a time. Hopefully, that helps with this mission. Alright, I'm being told we've got five minutes until we're at the entrance. Better start getting ready to head out. The next time you hear from me we'll be deep in the maze. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 2 Una again. 12 hours since we passed through the entrance. We can't tell the time or how long we've been in here based on any ambient light, there isn't any really - but we've all got watches, of course. It was a lot of walking, to be honest. Occasionally we'd stop to rest and eat some rations but mostly just 12 hours of repetitive, boring walking and following the compass. We did come across a few interesting places, though. For about an hour we were walking along this massive bridge across what seemed to be some sort of bottomless pit, but the walls were all lined with books. They were too far away for me to read any of the titles, but every once in a while something would fall - sometimes a book, but sometimes it was too fast to tell. Some things were definitely not books though. There was also one corridor that had about three different traps within it - too old to activate, or maybe they'd been disarmed, but there wasn't any danger. Nijimura is telling me to get some rest. I guess I should take his advice. I'll report back tomorrow, or at least as soon as I can. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 3 Someone's definitely been here before us. We came across another trap - a dart trap in the wall. The dart had been shot out at a high enough speed to embed itself an inch in the wall, and the blood from whoever it hit was splattered across it too. And it was recently enough that the blood is dried, but it's not a stain, it's still just dried blood. Someone's in here with us. Pendulum and Mars wanted to examine the trap mechanisms, so we're taking a rations break. We've been in here for just over 48 hours. Not much that's very interesting, but we've come across a few hallways where it's just locked doors all the way through, even on the ceilings. Hopefully we find something useful soon. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 4 Nothing eventful today. Tweedledee and Tweedledum went out to scout, didn't find anything of importance, just more corridors and locked doors. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 5 Well, we found who's in here with us. Two teenagers named Lance and Danielle - say they're from the Serpent's Hand. We ran into them a couple of hours ago, one of them was injured. Apparently, he was the one hit by the dart we found earlier. They said another friend of theirs, named Drew, went ahead to scout, but it'd been several hours and he hadn't returned. We asked Danielle why they're here, and she said they have another one of the compasses. Apparently, there's some story about some treasure being hidden somewhere within the maze, and the three of them are looking for it. This is the first we hear about it - all we're looking for is whatever the compass is leading us to. Maybe if we manage to make it to the center of the maze we might find this treasure, whatever it is. The kids are coming along with us, but they're not exactly happy about it. They said something about not wanting to align themselves with "Bookburners and Jailors", whatever that means. Regardless, they're coming along. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 6 We found another kid. He's dead. Bullet went clean through his head, right between the eyes. Lance and Danielle don't recognize him, so it's pretty likely he was here on his own. He's got a journal with him. I'll take it with me for analysis once we return home. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 7 Well, something interesting, finally. Some sort of big atrium with carvings on the walls. We can't identify what language the markings are in if they even are in any particular language. But there are corridors branching out in every direction, even where they would normally intersect with other corridors. We're gonna sleep here tonight and pick a corridor in the morning. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 8 Well, something's different this time. A door's been blown off its hinges, and it leads into another corridor, but this one heads down. Up until now, there haven't been any elevation changes in here at all. There's also the fact that the door was completely removed. We found remnants of plastic explosives. These feel like Chaos Insurgency tactics, and I'm not sure I really want to cross paths with the Insurgency in here. This place is gonna give me a hell of a headache. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 9 I've got a hell of a headache. And a couple of minor bullet wounds. For one, I was right about the Insurgency's presence here. But they saw us before we saw them and started shooting immediately. Tweedledee and Abdul were hit pretty hard, and we took down one of their operatives, but other than that everyone's fine. We did notice the Insurgency's got one of the compasses. If we see them again we're going to try and pin them down so we can get some answers. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 10 Tweedledee's dead. We did everything we could. We found an alcove to lay him to rest in. Tweedledum wanted to do more for him, but we can't afford any of that. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 11 Well, we ran into the Insurgency squad again - thanks to a lazy guard, we managed to sneak up on them while they were sleeping. We took their guns and pinned them down. The Insurgency is here looking for this supposed treasure, too. How did apparently everyone but us know about this treasure, whatever it is? We don't know what we're gonna do with them. I guess we'll see. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 12 Okay, so apparently a couple of details were left out in our interrogation of the Insurgency operatives. They're the third team to go in, neither of the others came back. I guess I can't blame the Insurgency for sending more than one team in, the Foundation does the same sometimes, regardless of how obviously fucking stupid it might be. They also confirmed they killed both Drew and the random kid we found a few days ago - We haven't told Danielle or Lance, but I'm pretty sure they have their suspicions. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 13 The kids are gone, and so is the Insurgency team's compass. I guess they ran off while we were sleeping. One of the nearby doors is open and it leads down again. Considering the circumstances, they probably followed where the compass led them. We're gonna try to follow them. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 14 I guess we're even less alone than we thought - we keep hearing voices echoing through the hallways. We can't quite make out what they're saying, but we know it's not the kids. I don't know if following the voices will compromise the mission, since they're not in the direction the compass is leading us. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 15 So we decided to put it to a vote - we're gonna follow the voices. I'm against it, since I think the mission comes first, but I guess I need to listen to my team as well. We're gonna sleep and head out in the morning - or, "morning," I suppose. Entries 16 through 21 were found to be corrupted, and efforts to recover them are currently underway. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 22 Midas, Mars, and Pendulum just left, taking the Insurgency prisoners with them. They were under orders to evacuate as soon as two of their operatives died, so when Tweedledum expired, the remaining three of them took one of the compasses and left. I guess they took the Insurgents with them for further interrogation once they're out of this hell. Now it's just Nijimura, Pendleton, and me. Drew, Danielle, and Lance are still missing. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 23 We're seeing more vents and pipes along the walls. We might be getting closer to something, because I'm starting to hear some sort of humming. It's far away, and I can only hear it just barely through the metal pipes, but it's definitely there. We've still got plenty of food and water - they gave us about a few months' worth for ten people since we didn't know how long we were gonna be in here, and now that there's only three of us, we've got more than enough for however long this takes us. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 24 We're getting closer to something. There are more and more pipes, almost as if they're converging toward something. The compass seems to be leading us in the same direction as them, too. We rarely get more than 4 to 6 hours of sleep. There's something about this place that doesn't let you rest. Nijimura is offering to scout ahead so Pendleton and I can try and get some real rest, but I can't let him do that. We need to stick together, no matter how tired we are. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 25 Okay, something's changed - it's all pipes now. The walls, the ceiling, the floor, all pipes. We're getting close to something. Not sure what, but it's gotta be important. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 26 Fuck. I should have seen this coming. Nijimura's gone. He left with one of the compasses while Pendleton and I were sleeping. I don't know whether he headed forward or back. Wherever he went, we can't stop now. The humming is getting louder. It's getting hotter too. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 27 We're almost… somewhere. I can feel it. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 28 I'm alone. The others are both dead. Pendleton and I found Nijimura, but something had changed. He started ranting about the maze punishing the unworthy and the core being the answer. Pendleton tried to approach him, but he just shot her. He tried to take aim at me too, but I pulled the trigger first. He died instantly. Pendleton didn't. I didn't have any first aid left - we used it all on the others, who all died anyway. She bled out in my arms. So now it's just me. Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 29 I found it. Apparently Nijimura wasn't spouting complete nonsense - there is a core. And it's right in front of me. It's fucking massive. A giant fucking crystal, embedded in the floor and ceiling. It's glowing the same shade of blue as the compass. The pipes are coming out of the ceiling too, but they're not connected to the core. Why does this place even need a core? Nijimura said "the core is the answer" before he died - is it some kind of power source? Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 30 I just noticed there's a door on the core. None of the doors have been quite the same, but this one is really different. Not even just in appearance, but I can feel something about this one. …what the hell? Okay, there's some sort of crossroads inside the core. There's a bridge that goes from this door to an intersection of hundreds - no, thousands of other doors. They're all completely different too. One's some sort of staff door, one's a cave opening, and there's even just a mirror. What the hell is this place? Expedition Log 5015-Alpha, Entry 31 I think I figured it out. The core isn't the crossroads, the whole labyrinth is. The core's just powering it all. I'm pretty sure the labyrinth creates some sort of pocket reality that only exists from the inside. The doors within the core lead to other labyrinths within other realities, and each of them has its own core powering it. There's no way I can get out of here on my own. But I have another idea. Imagine this: this labyrinth is like a website. Being inside is like being logged in, but in this case, there's no option to log out. You can only log out if you're forced out. So what if I force myself out? What if I shut down the maze? If I figure out how to shut down the core, the maze will lose power. And if it loses power, it might force me out. I and everything else in this branch of the maze will be ejected to its home reality, and after a while, the maze might come back online, or it might not. Or I could just get stuck. Or just be deleted from all existences entirely. I can't make this decision too quickly. If I shut down the core and successfully get ejected to baseline reality, the next time you hear from me will be when I'm back home. On 9 January 2020, numerous anomalous natural disasters took place simultaneously at locations known to also possess an entrance into SCP-5015-A. Major Una of MTF Zeta-9 was found unconscious outside of the entrance located near Havana, Cuba. No other members of the expedition team were with her. Item of Interest #1: A journal was discovered during Zeta-9’s exploration into SCP-5015-A. A digital transcription of its contents has been posted for convenience. The journal is being kept in the written archive of Site-11 and is scheduled for thaumaturgic testing within the next month. + Digital Transcription of Journal - Close Entry #1 Alright so this is going to be one crazy journal. My heart is racing with excitement. I’m still packing my bags, but I wanted to remember this for a lifetime and record everything before I forgot. So yesterday, I was at Stackers, complaining about the lack of excitement. So, Lillian, who is the bartender, suggested I go seek out Ol’ Wind Charm. I had been to Stacker’s a few times before, so to learn that Ol’ Wind Charm was the ghost of a dead pirate wasn’t the most shocking thing. Lillian herself seemed to be a ghost at times. Regardless, I sought out Ol’ Wind Charm at the other end of the bar, she was rather pleasant to talk to. I sat down with the dead pirate for a bit and listened to her tale. I must have sat with Ol’ Wind Charm for several hours, but I easily lost track of time while in Stacker’s. Ol’ Wind Charm told me about how she and crew ventured the seas with a magic compass, with rumored to point in the direction of a treasure so grand and rich, that the gods themselves hid the riches so no mortal lay their eyes on it. She even gave me a piece of the compass. It looked like an old worn rock. I was told it used to be bigger, but she was only able to grab one piece of the compass when her ship came under fire by the British Royal Navy at the time. Ol’ Wind Charm encouraged me to follow her late quest, to find the divine treasure, to do what she and crew couldn’t. I gave her my thanks as I took her floating glowy rock she called a compass and left Stacker’s. Entry #2 I took Ol’ Wind Charm’s advice and got an economy class ticket down to Cuba. That’s where Ol’ Wind Charm and her crew were heading before their demise. I was looking forward to exploring Cuba. It was a hiking destination my father and I had set our eyes on for years, but it was the nice Caribbean beaches that we wanted to explore compared to the mountain range. I’ll have to tell my father how it was when I go visit him later, I didn’t think he would be too enthusiastic that I was going down to Cuba because a dead pirate told me too. My plane just landed. It’s taking a while to get off. We’ve been stuck on the runway waiting for other planes to move. The place seems busy, a bunch of military vehicles are here too. I never knew military planes could land at a public airport, the more you know. Finally got off the plane and got a decent hotel room. I plan on staying here for at least a week. I figured I’d hit up the bar and beach before following Ol’ Wind Charm's treasure hunt. At least if the old ghost was lying to me, I got one hell of a vacation out of it. That’s a win in my book. Entry #3 I woke up early this morning to the sounds of helicopters flying close by. I ran to the balcony of my room, they were heading inland from the ocean. I always loved watching helicopters. Some of my fondest memories were playing with the little R/C copters my uncle gave me as a kid. After I got around for the day and had breakfast, I began to set out on my adventure for real. I took out the piece of the compass Ol’ Wind Charm gave me, hoping it would give me some clues. The floaty rock was glowing a bit more than when I was at Stacker’s so hopefully that meant I was on the right track. I started to walk down the beach. I’m thankful the helicopters woke me so early. The white sandy beach was void of people, it was so calm and relaxing. I spotted more helicopters. I saw one with a strange symbol on the side. A circle with a red dot in the middle. Perhaps it Japanese helicopters? I got no clue what they would be doing in Cuba. I suppose it doesn’t matter. I got a treasure hunt to follow! I’ve been wandering the beach for some time now. It has started to become populated with tourists and locals. I stopped to watch some fishing boats go out and in. This old man came to shore with a huge tuna in a tiny canoe, it was amazing watching the old man display his mastered skill. The kind old man saw me staring and invited me over. We chatted for a bit and I explained I was looking into the stories of pirates that would come to port here a lifetime ago. I could see his eyes light up as I explained my ‘normal’ story. Of course, I left out the part about Stacker’s. I can’t have everyone thinking I’m bat shit insane. The kind old man invited me to his small cottage. I learned his name was Santiago. We shared a drink after I helped him butcher up the tuna to sell later tomorrow. We exchanged our stories. Although, Santiago had much more to share than I did. After another round of drinks, and more stories. Santiago suggested I head further north to where an old port used to lay, which has since been turned to beaches by the passage of time. He thought it might be a good idea to kick start my pirate hunt. Entry #4 New morning. New objective. Thanks to Santiago, I had a proper goal for the day besides endlessly roaming the beaches. I took a taxi up to the beach Santiago suggested and starting my search. The rock Ol’ Wind Charm gave me was as useless as ever. It still glowed though, so hopefully, that means I’m doing good. I swear if that old ghost sent me on a wild goose chase, I’ll probably thank them. This has been fun so far. I at least have gotten the excitement I was looking for. Lillian would say something poetic about how that’s the treasure at the end of this hunt, was the fun of the hunt itself. Who knows. Maybe real treasure awaits. There doesn’t seem to be many people at this beach. I guess it’s not as well known. It wasn’t in a tourist location so I guess that makes sense. I hope it won’t be too hard to get back to my hotel room. Okay, so this is insane! I was walking down the beach and up the side towards the cliff face and I stumbled across a small cave. But from the looks of it, it goes on deep! I’m so happy to have taken my packed bag. I’m all set for exploration. It has been roughly 30 minutes. This cave is long and cramped. Hardly enough space between my shoulders as I walk. Dad would have loved to explore something like this with me. He’ll be thrilled when I come back with stories of this adventure! It has been another 45 minutes. I think I have finally come to the end of this cave tunnel. There is this flat brownstone in my way. It’s entirely smooth too, not like the jagged cave walls. I guess I’m gonna head back. I decided to check the rock Ol’ Wind Charm gave me, and let me tell you how grateful I am that I did! Not only was it glowing brighter it seemed to float towards the smooth wall. I tapped the compass to the smooth stone wall and a glowing blue symbol appeared, as the stone wall started to move. Now instead of the jagged rocky tunnel, the flat smooth stone gave way to a brick corridor. I’m going to head back to my hotel room and cancel my reservation, as well as grab some camping supplies and food. I got no clue how long I’ll be in this tunnel. Entry #5 Alright, it’s the next day. I’m back with more supplies and about to head into the tunnel. I had to tap the floating glowy rock on the smooth surface again as it had closed itself somehow. Probably magic. Maybe my friends in Germany would know more about this stuff. I should've grabbed a mage from Stacker’s to drag along with me. Oh well, should uh, could uh, would uh. The tunnel is made of what appears to be old clay bricks. But, I’m not entirely certain. I tried scratching the surface with my knife but didn’t get anywhere with that. The entire tunnel is ‘lit’ somehow. I don’t need my flashlight, but I can find any source of light. After walking for a bit, I’d say maybe 20 minutes. The floaty clay compass started to spin faster than normal. I still don’t see any light sources but the tunnel is fairly lit. Just fine by me, that just means I don’t have to crank my rechargeable flashlight as much. I found something odd. There’s a lone wooden door in the middle of the tunnel. Not on the wall or the floor, or even the ceiling. Smack dab in the middle of the tunnel. I can walk around it and peer up above it. However, it’s firmly in the clay bricks and locked. I couldn’t open the odd door no matter how much I tried. I left the door behind and continued down the tunnel. I came across another large flat stone on the side of the tunnel. I’m currently debating if I should tap the compass or continue down the tunnel further. Curiosity got the best of me. I used Ol’ Wind Charm rock to tap the flat stone. As expected it slowly made room for a way through, but what I find odd is how the flat brownstone quickly turned to red clay building bricks. They all look fairly new compared to the dirty brown bricks of the tunnel. Okay, so I walked down the new path that opened up, and I ended up in the streets of bloody Manhattan! I was in Cuba before! There is no way I walked for several hours in a tunnel to end up on another side of the world. I don't need any more supplies, so I’m going to try and head back into the tunnel. Finding an entrance back into the tunnel took quite a bit of time I went down the alleyway which I came, but it wasn’t obvious where the entrance might be. I took the compass and began tapping parts of the alleyway. After a bit of trial and error, I finally tapped the lower right corner of the ally way. The bricks slowly moved into a position before making a doorway. I was scared I needed to fly back down to Cuba to get into the tunnel again. The tunnel became the usual old brown bricks again after I entered. I plan to walk for another hour and set up a tent. Entry #6 Okay, it’s the next morning. I think. My watch is going backward for some damn reason, and my phone died last night. I’m not going to bother cranking up my portable charger. Time to pack down my tent and continue my exploration! The tunnel went from being old clay bricks to a flat steel surface. It looks flawless and well maintained. Not a single speck of rust anywhere, which I find odd. I found some muddy boot-prints on the flat steel surface. I guess other explorers are down here. Maybe I can meet up with them if I travel faster. It would be cool to meet up with others. However, I don’t want to share knowledge of the potential treasure that I’m looking for. I guess I wouldn’t be opposed to sharing it if I met up with other people. But, the less that know about it the better I guess. The tunnel opened up into a large metal room. Pipes and steam vents everywhere. The room has four pathways. Not sure which one to pick. My floaty rock isn’t being helpful at the moment. I figured it was best to just continue down the same direction I was going. The walls have since turned to pipes and steam vents. Every time I walk past one it begins to blow out hot air. Getting hit by one blast would ruin everything. Nothing fun has happened for the last hour. The walls are still pipes and steam vents. I hope it changes soon. This would be a horrible place to set up a tent. Those blasted steam vents still concern the hell out of me. More boot-prints! Although, they seem to be going in the opposite direction. I seriously hope I’m going the right way. Maybe I should have gone down the other tunnel at the intersection. I guess I’m going to continue in the same direction and hope for the best. I found a large bronze skeleton key hanging from one of the pipes. I used a tent prop to bring it down. I think it might go to the odd door I found in the middle of the tunnel awhile back. I’m going to head in that direction! Okay. This place is bloody cursed. I walked back from the direction I came from, and it was no longer pipes and steam vents, but a glass floor with the walls being made of mirrors. It’s so trippy having to walk down an entire hallway of mirrors. I think it’s making me sick. I had to stop and rest. I didn’t bother with my tent I’m just gonna take a quick nap in my sleeping bag. I’ll write more later. Entry #7 I woke up and the hallway is still just mirrors. It’s rather creepy at this point. I’m not sure how long I slept for as my watch has flat out stopped. I started walking for a bit, and I found a huge spider-web crack in one of the mirrors. I got no clue what the cause of it is. I have no clue how long I’ve been walking for. An hour or two? My watch is still non-functioning. However, I am happy to report that the tunnel has since turned back old clay bricks. I’m glad to have gotten out of the mirror hallway. I wonder if I’ll be able to find that lone door in the middle of the tunnel. I found a body. Mangled and bloody. The poor guy is wearing an old blue style greatcoat, as well as a bandage across his face like a mummy. There are half a dozen bullet holes in his chest. Great, just bloody great. There are people down here with guns. I stumbled into a large room with 12 massive painted portraits on the wall. They appear to be Greek Deities. One for each of the 12 Olympians. I’m gonna stop here and charge my phone up. I want to get some pictures of these portraits. Entry #8 As I was charging up my phone. A table appeared. I slowly went over to it, cautious at first. After I sat down a plate of pepperoni pizza appeared along with a glass of lemonade. It was exactly like how Stacker’s would make it. Which is perfect for me. After the nice meal I finished charging up my phone. The portraits slowly faded away. Oh well, no digital proof today. Kinda a bummer. I started walking back down the tunnel, keeping my eye out for that lone door. I swear this key is gonna be able to open it. I just got no clue how I’m going to be able to find the door with how much this blasted tunnel keeps changing. It’s like this place is a maze. Now that I’m thinking about it. That’s exactly what this place is, a bloody fucking maze. At least it shouldn’t be too hard to leave if I need to bail thanks to Ol’ Wind Charm compass. I’ll have to buy her a drink or a dozen when I go back to Stacker’s next time. I need a bloody break. I'm gonna play on my phone a bit. My feet are getting sore. Entry #9 I crashed hard. Not sure how. The last thing I remember is leaning against the wall with my phone. I got no clue how long I slept for but I feel rejuvenated. I’m still in the old clay brick style tunnel which is comforting. I hope that means I can find the lone door again. My floaty rock is just glowing. It hasn’t moved in a while that I can remember. Not since I woke up at least. I heard gunshots. A few dozen. I couldn’t tell if it was coming from up ahead or from behind. I ducked down in the tunnel holding my hands over my head till I couldn’t hear the shots anymore. Once I stood up I was in the middle of a large intersection. This ‘maze’ changed right around me when I wasn’t looking. I think it got me away from the present gunfire. So, thanks maze. Ol’ Wind Charm Compass began to float again! It started spinning backward after I picked one of the tunnels in the intersection I appeared in. So I started to backtrack and pick the tunnel the floaty rock was spinning towards. The tunnels have also changed again, but I like it this time. It has gone from the old clay bricks, bricks that look brand new. My watch started ticking again. And it moving clockwise as well! At least now I can track time again. It’s been giving me a migraine trying to figure out the passage of time here. Not knowing how long I’ve slept for has been rough too. I came to a large brick staircase leading upwards. This is the first time the elevation has changed in the tunnels of the ‘Maze’. At least it doesn’t look super long. Staircase was a short jog up. It leads to another brick tunnel but there seem to be windows. I can see outside - it's a beautiful forest of cherry trees. Dozens of them are outside the widows. The large pink petals are stunning to look at. As I look out of each window, it's a different scenery. Some show a lush forest. One shows the towering mountain of Mt Fuji in the distance. I also saw a grand looking desert. I’m not sure how I can look out these windows and see landscapes that should be thousands of miles away from each other. I know they are not photos, I could see movement from small forest creatures to people walking in the view of some of the windows. Nothing seemed to notice me though. As I walked down the tunnel there were quite a few more windows. It would take far too long to document every scenery I saw. I think I may be counted 60 or so windows. No two had the same view. And all of them were within a few feet of each other. After half an hour of walking the tunnel changed back to just bricks. It was nice being able to gaze into the outside world for a bit. But I’m on a treasure hunt and I’m determined to get it first. NOTE: It appears multiple pages have been torn out of the journal. Examination of the journal's bindings suggest at least 5 pages were torn out. Entry #10 My heart is racing! As I got out of my tent this ‘morning’ it was staring me in the face! The lone door is right in front of me. I need to get my key out of my bag! This is such a great change compared to the long stressful journey of the last few days. The key fits perfectly into the lock. As I pushed open the door I got hit with a blast of fresh air. I never realized how stale it was in this tunnel. The door opened up to a large room. I peered around the door and it was just brick tunnels. The door seemed to open a portal into a large room that appears to be made of silver bricks! This has to be the treasure room. This room is massive. So far I’ve seen quite a few beautiful paintings and portraits on the wall. But nothing that speaks out to me as treasure. There is a door at the other end of the room. Hopefully that'll have something. It was locked. I kind of figured. But, lucky for me the bronze skeleton key from before fit in perfectly. The room. Was empty. Apart from maybe half a dozen old looking coins on the ground. There seem to be shoeprints in the dust, someone was here before me. These prints are not the same muddy boot-prints I saw earlier. Oh well, at least these old looking coins might be worth something. I explored more of the room. In total, I found 16 old coins. Some are even made of gold! So this exploration wasn’t a total waste of time. I’m going to head back to the tunnel and try and find an exit out. As I walked out of the lone door, it slowly began to sink into the brick floor. It made no sound which seemed a bit odd. Anyway time to head out, I can’t wait to share this adventure with my father. Note: Doctor Sphere is preparing a thaumaturgic ritual that will be performed in order to attempt to determine what the contents of the missing pages would have been, as well as to insight into who the journal's author might have been. Several phrases written in a modified version of Ancient Greek were found inscribed within the margins of the journal. Efforts are currently underway to translate these inscriptions. Addendum: Notice to all Foundation Personnel working with projects related to SCP-5015 or SCP-5015-A: All remaining level 3 personnel or below that are scheduled to work on SCP-5015 are to be rescheduled immediately. Members of MTF Zeta-9 that have worked in or around SCP-5015-A are to report to Site-Command. All non-Foundation personnel near or around SCP-5015-A entrance are to be immediately redirected, or if necessary, terminated. All known non-Foundation personnel with knowledge regarding SCP-5015 are to be immediately terminated. All Foundation personnel under the Eye Keeper’s protocol1 level 3 and below are to be given amnestics immediately. + O5 Command Emergency Meeting - Close Official Transcript: Emergency Meeting #2900. Date: 14 January 2020. Topic: Inquiry regarding the discovery of SCP-5015. Participants: O5-1 ‘The Silent One’: Absent O5-2 ‘The Gardener’: Present O5-3 ‘The Whistleblower’: Present O5-4 ‘The Collector’: Absent O5-5 ‘Blackbird’: Present O5-6 ‘The American’: Present O5-7 ‘The Cardinal’: Absent O5-8 ‘Red Fox’: Absent O5-9 ‘The Secret Keeper’: Present O5-10 ‘The Archivist’: Absent O5-11 ‘The Jester’: Present O5-12 ‘The Trainman’: Absent O5-13 ‘Death’: Present NOTE: As usual, O5-9 used a German Sign Language interpreter for this meeting. 11: Ladies and Gentlemen. Welcome, I would like to apologize for this emergency meeting in advance, but there is a lot to get through. If you all read the brief in the message I sent this meeting is going to focus around a rather newly discovered anomalous entity: SCP-5015. 3: This soon? A meeting regarding an object that hasn’t been thoroughly tested yet? I’d say some rash decisions were made on your end, Jester. 11: While I’ll agree with you that nothing about this anomaly in question is fully known, nothing about this meeting was the cause of a rash decision. I’ve already been talking to Nine about this anomaly since MTF Zeta-9’s logs have been coming through. I would have held back normally, but Nine sent over some rather concerning information which has since put Zeta-9 on standby. 5: Well then, Nine. Would you be so kind as to explain what this information is? 11: Calm down Five, I was just getting to the- 5: No, Eleven. I’m sick of information being passed through underhand notes. This is the 4th time Nine has brought up something concerning through the use of another council member. Silence was held for several seconds as O5-9 communicated with his interpreter. 9: Eleven was doing just fine, he knows the crucial information for this meeting. 5: Typical. Just typical. Continue then, Eleven. If our Intelligence Director wishes to remain silent, then so be it. 11: As I was saying. So new information has come to light regarding a unique property of SCP-5015-A. It can manipulate time and space within itself, with reports of this ability's effects being drastically inconsistent. 3: And this is supposed to be grand and concerning? If I can recall correctly, there are quite a few extradimensional space SCPs that can manipulate time as it's perceived by whoever is inside them. 6: Indeed. While as concerning as this is, Eleven, what is this meeting specifically about? 11: Please, I ask that you all have patience. Nine sent me quite a bit of information regarding SCP-5015. I promise there is a point to this meeting. But please allow me to finish explaining what I have to first. Not all of the information Nine and I have been sorting through is on SCP-5015’s file yet. Silence was held for several seconds. 11: No complaints? Good. First of all. Originally we had been getting reports back from our MTF team far faster than we should. We retrieved multiple audio recordings that go through several days of data in a matter of hours. Zeta-9 has since been pulled out of SCP-5015A. Zeta-9 also brought back a journal log of some sort. As of right now, we are uncertain who is the author of this journal. Although, they are clearly quite invested with the Group of Interest known as Stacker’s Coffee House and Bar. 3: How much do they know about SCP-5015? 11: Nothing, from what the journal would suggest. It seems someone within Stacker's got this individual started on an adventure and it led to SCP-5015. We have reasons to believe that the people involved with the Group of Interest are largely unaware of the true nature of what SCP-5015 is. 5: Well then, who does know about the true nature of SCP-5015? I know our friends at the GOC do. Wasn’t the vote to allow a joint task force just last month? Silence was held for several seconds as O5-9 communicated with his interpreter. 9: Don’t worry, Five. We are keeping a close watch to those with knowledge of this SCP. 11: Nine is correct as usual. Another notable trait SCP-5015-A has is it seems to be aware of who is within it. SCP-5015-A seemed to be increasingly hostile to our Task Force operatives. Putting them at odds with rival GoIs. Notably the Chaos Insurgency. While the author of the journal had a relatively easy exploration of the SCP, with reports of it outright helping and feeding the author of the journal. 5: Are there any other sources with similar information? Or are we jumping to conclusions based on a simple journal that could be nothing but lies? 11: Sadly, we have no other source to verify this. We’re making this assumption that the journal we found speaks the truth. But it's what's in the journal that's important. And based on that information, I have a new proposal: that being classifying SCP-5015, and by extension SCP-5015-A, from a Safe class, to a Archon class anomaly. Untranscribable murmuring was heard among the Council members. 6: Now what the hell does that have to do with anything? Archon means we can contain it but we shouldn't. Why should we avoid containing this? 11: I'm getting to that. We believe there are three major components of SCP-5015-A: the core, the labyrinth, and the treasure. The core is the most important part, and the labyrinth and the treasure are two ways to repel potential threats to it. The labyrinth hides it by constantly shifting and generates traps to turn attackers away. Other individuals with less malicious intent are turned away by the rumored treasure, as once they find it they'll have no reason to continue, so the labyrinth puts it in a place where they'll find it. 3: That doesn't explain why you think it should be Archon. What's the importance of the core that makes it so important to hide? 11: When our operative exited SCP-5015-A, several anomalous natural disasters took place simultaneously near known locations of entrances to 5015-A. In addition, according to her audio logs, she did not leave through conventional means - instead, she tried to shut down the core. Now, she believes it ejected her from whatever extradimensional space the labyrinth exists within while the core temporarily shut down, but we've determined it's actually more likely that she was ejected in an effort to prevent the core from shutting down. So, with this evidence, as well as what we found in the journal, we have come to a conclusion. SCP-5015-A was created by a figure known as Daedalus, who is believed to be the figure of the same name from Greek myth, and was created in an effort to hide the core, which maintains general normalcy within the world. 5: Wait, hang on. What the hell are you even saying? 11: Those anomalous natural disasters I mentioned weren't a coincidence - they were a direct result of the core's partial shutdown. I'm saying that when King Minos requested the creation of a prison, he was not imprisoning a minotaur. Daedalus created the labyrinth to hide the core - the only thing keeping the anomalous out of our world. When it was partially shut down, it briefly couldn't do that, and all the energy and deviations from normalcy it has been suppressing throughout its existence began to stream out. That's what caused the disasters. It came back online and began operating properly relatively quickly, but if it was down for any longer, we have no idea what could occur. 6: But even then, shouldn't we try to prevent anyone from going in? The compasses are still a thing. 11: Yes, we should absolutely monitor the entrances, but the least we do to contain it, the better. All that we should do is redirect people away from the labyrinth and confiscate as many of the compasses as we can. This thing has been operating properly for thousands of years - I say we let it continue uninterrupted. 6: So let me get this straight. You think this maze holds some sort of anomalous force and if we try to contain it we'd be preventing it from doing its job? And that'd somehow create more anomalies? Are you trying to say that all the anomalies in the world are somehow the result of this maze? 11: Not all of them. There's other things in the world that we can't control that also cause similar issues, but it's clear that the original creator intended this to be a sort of massive reality anchor. If we interfere, we'll only cause problems. 3: I stand by Eleven's proposal. 6: Are you - you can't be serious. This is ridiculous. 2: There's no reason to have an outburst, Six. I suggest we wrap this up. I think all has been said that will be said. Note: The O5 council’s vote on reclassifying SCP-5015 as Archon class was approved 4 to 2 with 1 abstaining. The O5 council’s vote on authorization of the use of the Intelligence Agency to act out the termination of all non-Foundation personnel with knowledge relating to SCP-5015 was approved by a vote of 5 with 2 abstaining. SCiPNET LOGIN name affiliation 68a0f39593b0d1093818bd29f2d3bcb4_1734916035 Login Log In Log Out You have 1 new message From: tni.tenpics|kcirevam_i#tni.tenpics|kcirevam_i To: tni.tenpics|sitem_p#tni.tenpics|sitem_p Subject: translations done Good morning, Doctor Metis. We finally finished those translations from the journal. Looks like some kind of poem - I can't make sense of it, but you're more involved with the research into SCP-5015, so maybe you'll be able to. Let me know if there is anything else you may need. Sincerely, Doctor Maverick. Ideas of a grand marvel. Thoughts. New and neat. Time. Some remains. Hardly. Our King. Impatient. Minos. Wants a prison. More. It will be far more. Significantly. A needed source. Power. Living. A beating heart. One that flows with time. Alive. Material goods. Transmutable. Walls of stone. Changeable. Passages that end. Unacceptable. Craftable. Ideas of a grand marvel. Minos. Has no insights. A maze. He shall get. Soon. Living stone. Achieved. Blood. It bears none. Power. Flows through. Vash. Explorers. Are bound to be. Trespassers. If ill-hearted. One of kind heart. Allowed. Infrequently. Set to hate. All Trespassers. Hinder. My creation will. Rewards within. My maze has. Enough. None of greed. Allowed. Those who share. Accepted. Just enough. They’ll find. Pleasantful. - Daedalus From: tni.tenpics|sitem_p#tni.tenpics|sitem_p To: tni.tenpics|kcirevam_i#tni.tenpics|kcirevam_i Subject: RE: translations done Good afternoon, Doctor Maverick. Many thanks. These translations will help out a lot. Although, one concern - I think there's something missing. There's an important part of the anomaly that I can't seem to find any references to here and I'm worried you may have left something out. Is this the entire translation? You have 1 new message From: tni.tenpics|kcirevam_i#tni.tenpics|kcirevam_i To: tni.tenpics|sitem_p#tni.tenpics|sitem_p Subject: RE: translations done Yes it is, Sir. That's all my team and I found. Aside from a few potential errors in translation (we aren't certain on the exact wording), we got everything translated to English. We even used the ritual Dr. Sphere designed to determine what the lost pages would have said. If we find anything else we'll be sure to send it to you. From: tni.tenpics|sitem_p#tni.tenpics|sitem_p To: tni.tenpics|kcirevam_i#tni.tenpics|kcirevam_i Subject: RE: translations done Thanks, Doctor Maverick. You and your team do amazing work. See you around, Immanuel. From: tni.tenpics|sitem_p#tni.tenpics|sitem_p To: tni.tenpics|erehps_a#tni.tenpics|erehps_a Subject: 5015 translations IMPORTANT Good evening, Doctor Sphere. I just got the translations back from linguistics (see attached) and it's missing something. I think it's supposed to be some sort of poem - probably written by whoever made the maze, since it seems to describe the different components. But there's something missing - there isn't anything said about the compasses. It mentions the core, the maze itself, and the treasure, but no compasses. Thank you for your time. You have 1 new message From: tni.tenpics|erehps_a#tni.tenpics|erehps_a To: tni.tenpics|sitem_p#tni.tenpics|sitem_p Subject: RE: 5015 translations IMPORTANT Good evening as well, Doctor Metis. I certainly see what you mean. Maybe he just needed to find a way back to it? There's probably a simple answer. It’s also likely that the creator made these compasses after he finished the poem. I’m certain it's not something worth pulling hair out over. From: tni.tenpics|sitem_a#tni.tenpics|sitem_a To: tni.tenpics|erehps_a#tni.tenpics|erehps_a Subject: RE: 5015 translations IMPORTANT This "Daedalus" (whether or not he is the real Daedalus, if such a person ever existed) clearly wanted to hide the core from the world at all costs. Why would he create a way to find it? If he wanted a way back in, couldn't he just make it allow him through? Also, why the hell would he need more than one compass (we've found at least 5 so far), and even more importantly, why would he spread them all over the world? Someone else made these. The question is this: why would they need to find the core? Were they simply planning on shutting it down (and if they were, why?), or is there something (or someone) else at play here? You have 0 new messages Footnotes 1. 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SCP-5016 | thaumiel | ATTENTION: THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENTS ARE CLASSIFIED LEVEL 5. Consultation and modification of these documents is prohibited without specific level 5 accreditation for these documents. Said accreditations can only be delivered by the Administrator or O5-7. Object #: SCP-5016 Threat level: White o Special Containment Procedures: Under no circumstances should a staff member aware of the existence of SCP-5016 approach SCP-579, even after having been subjected to Lithopedion class amnesic. A "red" zone is to be defined around SCP-5016 and shall be constantly patrolled and monitored by both radar and thermal surveillance within a radius of 1 kilometer (km). Officially, the island hosting SCP-5016 contains a military base. Marine patrols must be conducted around the island at all times. Any attempt to trespass on the island must be punished by the capture and interrogation of undesirable individuals. Elimination possible after interrogation. Should they reach the red zone, any attempt to capture them must be abandoned in favor of the use of lethal force. Any unusual activity or discovery related to any of the following SCP must be reported immediately to the SCP-5016 Research Manager as well as to O5-7 and the Administrator: SCP-579 SCP-343 SCP-004 SCP-038-FR Access to the anomaly information is restricted to members of the SCP-5016 research team and their supervisor (currently Dr Mústês), as well as the two Level 5 members in charge of the subject, namely O5-7 and the Administrator. Any accreditation other than those provided by the Administrator or O5-7, even at level 5, cannot be used to access this data. Description: SCP-5016 is a tower buried underground, the actual proportions of which are still unknown. Tests conducted using powerful transmitters from inside the building have estimated the depth of the structure at more than 123 kilometers (km) deep, and at only about ten meters once the same tests were conducted from outside. It therefore seems that the interior of the tower is located in another spatial plane than ours after a certain depth. The building is divided into floors, each of varying size. The widest floor has an estimated area of more than 113 square kilometers (km²), while the least spacious floor consists of a circular room with a radius of 13 meters (m). Each floor has two staircases: one leading to the upper floor and another leading to the lower floor. The latter do not have a predetermined position in the floor, which can be anywhere in it. While the staircase leading to the upper floor is always accessible, the staircase leading to the lower floor only appears once the floor puzzle has been completed. Once the puzzle has been solved, the staircase leading to the lower floor will remain permanently accessible. To date, 739 floors have been explored, each with settings from different places and eras. It made no sense at all. If floor 1 was clearly identified as dating from the Ramesside period1. Floor 2 was dating from the Sumerian period, at least two thousand years earlier. And floor 3 was a typical Italian Renaissance ballroom. The temporal inconsistency between each of these rooms and their placement has, at this time, not yet found an explanation. -Dr. Mústês Each floor has a puzzle to solve, or test to pass, in order to reveal the staircase leading to the lower floor. These riddles are always presented by simplistic diagrams or inscriptions summarizing the content of the riddle and the actions to be taken to solve it. These indications are always inscribed on a stone somewhere on the floor. Each of the inscriptions are made below a symbol specific to each floor. The origin of the symbols used is currently unknown. While it was initially theorized that these symbols were used to indicate the numbering of floors, it became clear afterwards that they represented the thematic concepts of the corresponding puzzle, when the symbol of floor 1 was discovered on the inscription summarizing the puzzle of floor 57. The complexity of the puzzles and tests therefore increases with the number of floors traversed. What we had initially considered as a title for each of these tests, and then for a simple numbering whose principles were beyond our comprehension, were in fact nothing more than the elements of a language specific to the tower itself. While the first floors were relatively simple to solve, thanks to the stones which were quite clear in terms of symbols, the more we progressed, the more the tower introduced us to concepts that we had already confronted in order to make its enigmas even more difficult. The whole thing formed a full-scale course on increasingly complex concepts. If the test on floor 1 was childishly simple, i.e. pushing a specific block on a pressure slab to reveal the staircase leading to the next floor, it showed us the symbol used to define the concept of gravity in a deeper way on floor 57. It was as if the tower served both as a guide and as a teacher, leading us to the solutions without giving them to us. We are now on floor 739, and the stone only uses symbols that appeared from floor 500… which themselves were already using other stone symbols, etc. We are now facing a complex language that is totally beyond our comprehension. - Dr. Mústês + Notable examples of floors that have been crossed - Notable examples of floors that have been crossed Floor n°: 1 Concept: Gravity Floor context and puzzle: A 1m x 1m x 1m cube of sandstone is present in the room. A square slab of 1m x 1m x 1m in contrasting colour with the rest of the floor slabs is also present further on. The stone on the first floor depicts a cube, followed by an arrow from the cube to a horizontal line. Any attempt to position oneself on the slab or to place any weight on it failed to produce any result. Puzzle solution: Pushing the cube on the slab revealed the staircase leading to the lower floor. Floor n°: 43 Concept: Flowering Floor context and puzzle: The floor consists of a square of soil that is apparently fertile, on the left of which is a bowl containing seeds of rosa moyesii, while on its right is a bowl of water. Both the basin and the bowl seem to fill up automatically once empty. A lever near the floor square is used to operate a mechanism on the ceiling, which will illuminate the square with what appeared to be sunlight. The stone depicts a line on a black square, as well as a drop of water and what looks like a seed. Puzzle solution: Grow a rosa moyesii using sunlight, soil, seeds and water. Floor n°: 44 Concept: Death Floor context and puzzle: The floor is relatively small. The stone indicates a humanoid shape, followed by a skull. Puzzle solution: Shooting one of the members of the expeditionary force. Floor n°: 97 Concept: Pyrokinesis Floor context and puzzle: The floor contains two fixed torches, one lit, one extinguished. The stone shows two drawings: one depicting one of the torches being lit and the other extinguished, and the other depicting both torches being lit. Attempting to light the extinguished torch with a fire other than the one from the lit torch seems impossible. Attempting to burn anything other than both torches with the fire from the first torch seems impossible. Extinguishing the lit torch seems impossible. Puzzle solution: Using the Flame of Nahash, as instructed by the Treaty of Primordial Magic of Septimus the Enchanter, to transfer the flame from the burning torch to the extinguished torch, which will then immediately ignite. Floor n°: 150 Concept: Survival/Combat? (Concept still badly apprehended by the research teams) Floor context and puzzle: The floor is vast, and strongly looks like a rainforest. The stone shows 12 horribly deformed humanoid shapes, followed by an arrow leading to 12 symbols identical to the one on the stone on floor 44. Puzzle solution: Surviving the attack of the twelve humanoids and killing them. Note: Four Exploration Battalions lost. A study to prove similarities between these creatures and daevite sub-divinities is underway. -Dr. Mústês Floor n°: 225 Concept: Humonculus Floor context and puzzle: [CENSORED DATA], shows a humanoid shape passing through the circle of black flames to lower a lever. Puzzle solution: Setting up the Olympia Project. Following [CENSORED DATA] alterations related to the use of SCP-158 do not seem to persist after passing through the circle of black flames. Implementation of the O.O.H.S. Project 2 on Site-Aleph. Integration of the O.O.H.S system in one of the test bodies of the Olympia Project. After [CENSORED DATA], the subject managed to lower the lever, revealing the staircase to the lower level and making [CENSORED DATA] and the circle of black flames disappeared. Floor n°: 549 Concept: Reality in four dimensions Floor context and puzzle: The room is empty apart from the stone, which represents the diagram of a hypercube containing a lever activated by a humanoid shape. Puzzle solution: Using a dimensional quadriphaser to reach the lever located in the reality of the room in four dimensions. Floor n°: 739 Concept: Tennenti hole3 (Concept under discussion within the research team). Floor context and puzzle: The room is empty, although vast (estimated area: 113km²). The closer to the center of the room, the higher the Humes rate increases, exponentially every 3km. Once inside the variable Humes zone, it seems impossible to escape from it. The stone shows three different patterns. The first is [INSUFFICIENT ACCREDITATION]. Puzzle solution: Still in progress. Dr. Mústês's note: None of the teams that tried to cross the room seems to have survived or succeeded. Otherwise, as always, the anomaly in the room would have vanished, and the staircase leading to the lower floor would have appeared. We have already seen a similar case in SCP-312-FR, and the documents appended to the report suggest that we still have the object that caused this anomaly. Request for access to the object in question is imminent. Note: Request denied. The object in question is of primary importance to the Foundation. Find another way to access it. - The Administrator Details of all floor descriptions have been transferred to the accompanying document 113-B for readability reasons. Although the descent of a floor does not seem to have any effects other than those potentially related to the content of the puzzles and tests of each floor, any attempt to ascend seems to have negative impacts, depending on the depth and number of floors ascended. See Test Log 5016-01. + Test Log 5016-01 - Test Log 5016-01 Number of floors ascended Depth = x Alterations observed on the subjects 1 Floor 1 < x < Floor 100 None 10 Floor 1 < x < Floor 100 None 20 Floor 1 < x < Floor 100 Slight fatigue 50 Floor 1 < x < Floor 100 Slight fatigue and fever 1 Floor 100 < x < Floor 200 None 10 Floor 100 < x < Floor 200 Slight fatigue 20 Floor 100 < x < Floor 200 Slight fatigue and fever 50 Floor 100 < x < Floor 200 Slight fatigue, fever, shortness of breath 1 Floor 200 < x < Floor 300 Slight fatigue 10 Floor 200 < x < Floor 300 Slight fatigue and fever 20 Floor 200 < x < Floor 300 Slight fatigue, fever, shortness of breath 50 Floor 200 < x < Floor 300 Mild fatigue, fever, vomiting 1 Floor 300 < x < Floor 400 Mild fatigue, fever, vomiting 10 Floor 300 < x < Floor 400 Mild fatigue, fever, vomiting 20 Floor 300 < x < Floor 400 Vomiting, nausea sometimes leading to sudden fainting episodes 50 Floor 300 < x < Floor 400 Vomiting, nausea sometimes leading to sudden fainting episodes 1 Floor 400 < x < Floor 500 Mild fatigue, fever, vomiting 10 Floor 400 < x < Floor 500 Vomiting, nausea sometimes leading to sudden fainting episodes 20 Floor 400 < x < Floor 500 Vomiting, nausea sometimes leading to sudden fainting episodes 50 Floor 400 < x < Floor 500 Unconsciousness lasting up to 7 days 1 Floor 500 < x < Floor 600 Vomiting, nausea sometimes leading to sudden fainting episodes 10 Floor 500 < x < Floor 600 Vomiting, nausea sometimes leading to sudden fainting episodes 20 Floor 500 < x < Floor 600 Variable duration coma 50 Floor 500 < x < Floor 600 Variable duration coma 1 Floor 600 < x < Floor 800 Variable duration coma 10 Floor 600 < x < Floor 800 Permanent coma 20 Floor 600 < x < Floor 800 Death 50 Floor 600 < x < Floor 800 Not tried yet It's strange. The tower seems to be doing everything it can to help us progress, and yet it seems unwilling to let us leave with its deepest secrets. Are we condemned to discover its mysteries without being able to share them? Or maybe aren't we the ones who are supposed to be digging them up? Maybe is it too soon for that? There are still many hypotheses about the origin of this defense mechanism, and at the moment we are unable to come up with a valid one. Still, given the aggravation of the anomaly with depth, I have doubts that beyond the 900th floor, no human could even return to the previous floor without dying. - Dr. Mústês In order to overcome this anomaly, to avoid unnecessary casualties and to ensure the logistics of information, men and equipment, re-supply camps have been set up as detailed below: From the 1st to the 200th floor, a camp every 100 floors From the 201st to the 400th floor, a camp every 50 floors From the 401st to the 600th floor, a camp every 10 floors From the 601st to the 739th floor, a camp every floor Addendum 5016-01: Origin of SCP-5016 discovery + Interview-343-01 - Interview-343-01 Interview date: 18/07/2009 Background of the interview: Following its capture in Prague, SCP-343 was placed in a standard humanoid containment until suitable containment procedures could be implemented. The subject didn't oppose any form of resistance, and asked for multiple meetings with the Administrator. The very fact that the subject was aware of the Administrator's existence prompted the Foundation to adopt the utmost vigilance regarding the possibility of such a meeting, which was rejected. SCP-343 finally wrote a letter to the Administrator in an unknown language. The letter arrived directly to the Administrator on her secure personal Site, without anyone knowing how. Two hours later, SCP-343 was spotted in a humanoid containment room at the said site, stating that he was waiting for his interview with the Administrator. The Administrator granted him an audience fifteen minutes later. The cell door opens, allowing two armed guards and the Administrator to enter the room. SCP-343 quickly conjured up a table and two chairs and invited the Administrator to sit down, which she did. The subject followed her lead. The Administrator dismissed the two armed guards who then left the room. The whole event was filmed by security cameras and was transcribed in writing. The Administrator: I must confess that your letter really surprised me. Although I was expecting to find a familiar face. SCP-343: Alas, please forgive me, but I am not one of Yours, S'Kora'Tel. The Administrator: Prove it. SCP-343: Oh, there's only one way to prove it, Madam. And this one is actually quite simple. Tell me, Laura, does the Black Moon howl? The Administrator seems unsettled. The Administrator: How do you know…? SCP-343: For your daily anti-apocalyptic test? Just answer the question. Does the Black Moon howl? The Administrator: No. SCP-343: Well, lucky for you, by the way. Now it's your turn. Ask me the question. If I can answer "yes" to this question, I'll prove I'm not one of you. You are incapable of telling a lie, aren't you? The Administrator: How did you get this information? SCP-343: Just ask me the right question, Mrs. Graziella. You are running out of time more than you think, and we both have better things to do with it. The Administrator: Good. Does the Black Moon howl? SCP-343: Yes. There's a moment of silence. The Administrator: Who are you? SCP-343: I have already brought this up with the good Dr. Beck in my first discussion with him. What you should be interested in is what I want. The Administrator: I know exactly what you said to Dr. Beck. Just as I know perfectly well that what you said to him was untrue. I have met and know the being who created this, and she knows me as well. So you're lying about that. SCP-343: You're relying a lot on what you know, for someone who knows so little. But again, that's not the point. You've asked the wrong question. The Administrator: Fine. What do you want? SCP-343: To no longer have to interact with this world. But to do this, I must fulfill the mission that has been assigned to me, and I must admit that I find it very difficult to accomplish it alone. To summarize, I have come to ask for your help, because it is now clear that we are fighting a common fight. The Administrator: Who is? SCP-343: For you? To prevent the return of the Enemy. Because, in spite of your experiences with Kespeth Montauk, or whatever his name is these days, on this poor girl, you will never have enough time to reforge chains that could confine him given the speed at which things are going. Especially since your monumental screw-up in 1882. The Administrator facial expression suddenly changes. SCP-343: Don't make that face, that was silly. Bringing the Daevites out of the Forgetting where they were stuck, only to use the Ritual of Solomon? In order to send her back to the Lands of Summer? Following the advice of the very one who brought down the Lands here below on the first place? A desperate attempt, certainly, but nonetheless a foolish one. The Administrator: You know a lot. Some might even say too much. SCP-343: There's no need to threaten me. You can't afford it, let alone use it. I have come to help you, just as much as I have come to seek your help. The Administrator: That remains to be proved. But, even if we agreed to provide you such help, you haven't told me what your goal actually was. SCP-343: My purpose? Catching a thief and his loot. It may seem simple, but it is far more complex than it sounds. The Administrator: It's that simple? SCP-343: As simple as a mother wanting to keep her children close. You know how quickly things can get messy. The Administrator: How are your goal and our goal related? SCP-343: For you, the thief is just another anomaly. His true nature is much more terrible than that, although you are not able to comprehend it. What you are able to understand, however, are the consequences of his actions, even though the causal link may not be visible yet to you. The Administrator: What would these consequences be, then? SCP-343: Among others? The total annihilation of the Creation by the Enemy. The thief in question is the engine of far greater forces at your eyes than you think. The Administrator: How would he do it? SCP-343: There are no weapons more powerful than words, Laura. Words can, in the form of painful memories, drive you mad. They can, in the form of orders, reduce entire populations to shreds. Beware of his words, if you ever happen to meet him. They will seem chaotic, disordered, illogical even sometimes, depending on whether they are addressed to one or another, but he is smarter than you could ever be, and each of these words follows a very precise plan. Some people are actually applying this plan step by step, most of the time without even being aware of it, at least at the moment. For example your… nemesis, so I dare say. I hope you're not unaware that they have been passed on to the Enemy for a long time? The Administrator: We are aware of the causes of the Scission in 1948, yes. Now, tell me. If that thief is put out of business, will the coming of the Enemy be delayed? SCP-343: I have every reason to believe so. The Administrator: Enough for us to complete protocol 110-Montauk? SCP-343: As long as your surgeons manage to keep extracting the Devourer's fetus bones from that poor girl's uterus without triggering an accidental delivery, yes. The Administrator: Well. That could sounds like an interesting proposition to me, then. How do we stop your thief? SCP-343: We have to find him first. He knows how to blend into chaos better than anyone else, where my eyes can barely distinguish him. I've spent eons looking for him all over the world, wherever my eyes could find him easily. But where chaos reigns, I have no chance of finding it alone, for my sight is reduced. And your buildings are full of that chaos he loves so much. The Administrator: Are you saying that…? SCP-343: That it's a safe to assume he's in one of your facilities, yes. Or in one of your opponents. Probably in plain sight, although no one can see him. Look for something that no one can perceive or remember. It will probably be there. The Administrator: And once we find it? SCP-343: Tell me to come and see. And I will neutralize him. The Administrator: Good. We'll let you know as soon as we find something. But before I can put team together to look for your thief, I need to know I can trust you. SCP-343: In other words, you need proof? The Administrator: Sort of, I do. SCP-343: Good. But you'll only get one, and only one. On December 13, 1981, you conducted an interrogation to extract some information about a specific object. You have since recovered that object. I strongly advise you to use it in order to see what is really going on right now with the O5 Council. You'd be surprised. The Administrator: What do you mean? SCP-343: Once you will be done with the problems of the O5 Council, and once you have found the thief's hideout, come and find me in my cell at Site-19. The Administrator: Wait. How will we know whether or not we've found the thief? SCP-343: Oh, you won't be able to recognize him. He's kinda a Nobody. On those words, SCP-343 disappears. He was found a few minutes later in his cell at Site-19. + Interview-343-02 - Interview-343-02 Date of interview: 12/03/2012 Background of the interview: A few days after the discovery (or rediscovery?) of SCP-055 in Site-19, the Administrator was notified. A meeting between her and SCP-343 is then arranged in his cell. The Administrator enters the room alone. As in the previous interview, SCP-343 makes a table and two chairs appear. Everyone sits down. SCP-343: It took you a while. The Administrator: It's always complex to look for something you can easily forget about. However, first of all, I wanted to thank you for the information you provided at our last meeting. It has proven to be crucial. If in future we could cooperate more in this way, I would be the first to be delighted. SCP-343: Sorry in advance. But giving you this information has already cost me a great deal, although you couldn't possibly understand how. The less I'm pushed to interact here, the better. The Administrator: I could argue that we would be more… let's say, slower in our future partnership, in this case. SCP-343: You're in no position to make such threats. You're as short on time as I am. The Enemy has taken advantage of the chaos in the O5 council to move ahead. To do so would cause you more harm than good. Light silence. SCP-343: However, I guess the reason you're here is because you found it. More than that, you found it right here! The Administrator: Yes, we did. We've detected an anti-memetic anomaly in Site-19 labeled SCP-055. It looks similar to your description of what we needed to find. SCP-343: It does. Did you get anyone in there? The Administrator: No. We've been waiting for you. SCP-343: Well, let's get started without further delay, then I'll explain on the way. The Administrator: Fine. However, you'll have to wait until I'm off site before you can do anything about it. SCP-343: That can be done. Let's go now. Later that day, SCP-579 was discovered inside SCP-055. Due to SCP-055's anti-memetic properties, the course of events is still unclear. Nevertheless, it appears that SCP-579 was extracted from SCP-055, causing a minor containment breach. Following the breach, SCP-579 remained untraceable for several days before being relocated near ██████. + Interview-343-03 - Interview-343-03 Date of the interview: 15/03/2012 Background of the interview: A few days after the discovery of SCP-579, after the end of the breach caused by it, a meeting between the Administrator and SCP-343 was organized in his cell. The Administrator: What the hell was that? I thought you could neutralize him. SCP-343: And I've done it many times before. But eons have passed. He's deeply changed. He's always been… unexpected. But this is beyond anything he's ever been able to show before. The Administrator: So we're starting from scratch? SCP-343: No. Now that he's out of hiding, my eyes are on him all the time, and they won't let him go. Now I need you on another front. The Administrator: Which is? SCP-343: What he stole wasn't in what you call SCP-055. It cost me a lot to force it out of its cache, as any attempt to exchange information was impossible back there, but I was able to see where it was hidden. I will give you the location. I have tried to get there, but it is impossible for me to enter the building where it is hidden. Another one of his tricks, I guess. The Administrator: And what do you expect us to do? SCP-343: Explore the premises, retrieve the loot and take it out of the building where it's buried. I'll come and get it personally. The Administrator: How will we know what the loot looks like? SCP-343: Oh, believe me, you'll know it when you' ll see it, I have no doubt about that. The Administrator: If you say so. What about 579? SCP-343: I'll also provide you with his position, and will escort your troops. We'll get him eventually. Following the interview, SCP-343 gave the geographic coordinates of SCP-5016 to the Foundation. The object was discovered one day later and exploration began. + Interview-343-04 - Interview-343-04 Date of the interview: 15/12/2012 Background of the interview: Following the multiple incidents and containment breaches related to SCP-579, a meeting between the Administrator and SCP-343 was once again organized. The Administrator: You will notice that I have kept my promises on my side. I cannot say the same about you. The object keeps breaking its confinement and you don't seem to be able to stop it or help us in any way. SCP-343: I acknowledge that my performance is not up to your expectations. Please understand that it is costing me as much, if not more, than it is costing you. The Administrator: This is not the feeling I get from you. SCP-343: I know. That's why I'm proposing a new method. So far we've been able, at most, to neutralize it long enough to move it. But once he's awake again, neither I nor the infrastructure at your Sites can keep him contained. That's why I'm proposing an alternative form of containment. The Administrator: What kind of containment? SCP-343: There's a prison he won't be able to escape from. We can lock him up in the world that you've opened with what you call SCP-004-07. If he breaks containment, we'll close the door. He won't be able to get through without a key. The Administrator: A simple extra-dimensional lockdown? Couldn't you have suggested this earlier? SCP-343: This is not a simple extra-dimensional lockdown. The door you open with these keys is not a simple door between dimensions, as the Wanderers's Library can be in its own way. It is much more than that. The reason I didn't suggest this earlier is because I was… forbidden to intervene on the other side of the door. It's already bad enough for me to come in here when I have nothing to do with it. The Administrator: Forbidden? For what reason? What does that door mean to you? SCP-343: There's no need to ask any more questions, Laura. You won't get any answers. Let's just focus on neutralizing it, shall we? Here's his current position. How long will it take Site-62 to be ready for him? The Administrator: I'd say a little over a week. SCP-343: Good. As soon as you're ready, let me know. I'll make my move then. A week later, SCP-579 was confined to Site-62C. At this time, the object's containment is stable. + Incident 004/5016-01 - Incident 004/5016-01 On 11/03/2019, an alert was received on the surface of SCP-5016 from its deepest camp. This alert was then issued progressively by all the camps one by one from the deepest one. The content of the alert, although differing in form from one emission point to another, remained the same: a troop of unknown and unidentified individuals had visibly just come up from the unexplored floor n°740. We were stationed on the edge of the Humes variation zone, when we saw a lightning bolt in the centre of the zone. We had a telescope that constantly scanned the center of the zone, mainly so that we could provide detailed information on all the phenomenon occurring there to facilitate future explorations. And the recordings are formal: after the lightning strike, some kind of entrance with a staircase had just appeared. Several entities came out of it, and then one of them seemed to remove the entrance that had just appeared. Then they moved quickly to the staircase leading to the upper floor. They were a handful of humanoids, with a strange deer. They went through the Tennenti Hole as if it was nothing. We tried to apprehend them, but we all fainted as they approached… - Agent Nazo, 128th Exploratory Battalion, stationed at the camp on floor #739 The entire unidentified troop kept moving up the floors, each time placing the staff members getting too close in a deep sleep. No member of the troop appeared to suffer from the anomaly associated with the ascent of the building. A total of 7 entities were seen and described: A young man, whose entire body was completely black. A young girl, whose body seemed to emit a faint glow. The young man and the girl were walking hand in hand. A deer of imposing size, with golden antlers. An old man elegantly dressed in a coat and a borsalino. Two other old men whose appearance changes depending on the staff members describing them A mummified body, visibly alive, naked and covered with scars in the form of symbols that could be Daevite iconography according to the witnesses. The mummy seemed to be held in levitation by the two old men. Some staff members also indicated that the different members of the troop agreed to take turns maintaining eye contact with the mummy. The entire troop was observed leaving the SCP-5016 structure before vanishing. At the same time, they emerged in front of SCP-004. Staff members attempting to stop them collapsed. One of the two men with a changing appearance had a quick discussion with one of the staff members who had not lost consciousness, Dr ████████████ ███████████ while the second man with a changing appearance was closing SCP-004-01. The discussion was recorded via the intercom of the staff member in question: Man with a changing appearance: Excuse me, my good man, what day is it? Dr ████████████ ███████████ (apparently grabbing a gun): Freeze or I'll shoot. Last warning. Man with a changing appearance: It won't do any good. Just tell me what day it is and we'll leave. I promise. Dr ████████████ ███████████: Well… uh… it's monday. Man with a changing appearance: Monday,yes,but which one? What date? Dr ████████████ ███████████: Ah! We're on… March 11th, 2019. Man with a changing appearance (visibly happy): AH! So we have a whole year ahead of us. That's good. Thank you, young man. The voice of the man with a changing appearance seems to be fading away. Man with a changing appearance: I told you, brother! We have the time we need. Come on, let's go, lovebirds. You too, grumpy face. The deer, too! And keep an eye on the damn [Incomprehensible] Dr ████████████ ███████████: Come back! No, wait! DON'T CLOSE THAT DOOR! During the discussion, the second man with the changing appearance took a key out of his sleeve and reopened SCP-004-1 with it. The entire group of strangers walked through the door, and then the door closed again. To date, only the deer has been potentially identified as SCP-038-FR, although it did not escape its surveillance throughout the incident. + Interview with Dr ████████████ ███████████ on Incident 004/5016-01 - Interview with Dr ████████████ ███████████ on Incident 004/5016-01 Date: 19/03/2019 Background of the interview: Following Incident 004/5016-01, Dr ████████████ ███████████, the only person who interacted with the unidentified group without losing consciousness, was summoned by the Administrator. At the request of the latter, SCP-343 is also present. As soon as Dr ████████████ ███████████ enters the interrogation room and sees him, he loses his temper. Dr ████████████ ███████████: You! You were there! Madam Administrator, step away, quickly! Security! SECURITY! The Administrator: Calm down, Doctor. SCP-343 is completely peaceful and has been cooperating with us for many years. You have nothing to fear. Two armed guards, alerted by the screams of Dr ████████████ ███████████, enter the room. The Administrator: It's all right, gentlemen. False alarm. Dr ████████████ ███████████: With all due respect, Madam Administrator, but this… this thing was present at the incident site. It's the one that locked SCP-004-1 before reopening it with another key! SCP-343: This is ridiculous. I was in my cell, and all my eyes were on SCP-579. Dr ████████████ ███████████then tries to jump on SCP-343. He is caught and held up by the guards in the room. The Administrator: Sorry for the show, probably post-traumatic stress disorder related to the event. Gentlemen, please take Dr ████████████ ███████████ to the infirmary for psychological treatment. Guards escorted Dr ████████████ ███████████ out of the room. SCP-343: Too bad, it could have been a good source of information. Administrator: Indeed. Do you have any idea what these people might be? SCP-343: I have to tell you, Laura, that for the first time in my life… It's a complete mystery. And I have to say that the feeling that comes out of it is… The Administrator: Frustrating and exciting at the same time? SCP-343: Sort of, yeah. The Administrator: Welcome to my world. SCP-343: Ah! Now that's funny. That's funny. Well. I'm going to do some research on this, let me know if you hear anything. The Administrator: Good. I'll see you soon, then. SCP-343: See you soon. On those words, SCP-343 disappears. + Dr. Mústês' final note on SCP-5016 - Dr. Mústês' final note on SCP-5016 If there is one particular concept that we all know at the SCP Foundation, it is the concept of mystery. We constantly live in a world full of unanswered questions. Or at least on the surface. For behind every question lies a path, a clue, somewhere. And whether it lies deep in a forgotten pyramid, in other worlds, or sometimes even in our own databases, it is always revealed to the ones who are looking for it hard enough. And it is thanks to them that many things become more understandable, even if one answer often brings two new questions. And in that, SCP-5016 is an enigma. What used to be for us just a tower has become a little more than just a building at every floor we passed. The more we learned about it, the greater the mysteries surrounding it. Why trying to teach us such language, floor after floor? Why let us sink into the depths, if it is to prevent us from getting out? What will happen in less than a year? Where did all those people who came up here go? Who are they? To what world does the key held by one of the two men with the changing appearance lead? All these questions persist. Perhaps we'll have the chance to answer some of them one day. That has been my task for over forty years. Because I know that somewhere out there, those questions have an answer. Probably written in black on white. Or hidden from the eye of the neophyte. Our task is not to find the answers. That is only our reward. Our task is to search for them. And, beyond the anomalies on each floor, that, I believe, is the true nature of SCP-5016: to have buried the truth somewhere, and to give a hard time to anyone who tries to get it. And I couldn't have asked for a better challenge. - Dr Mústês Footnotes 1. The Ramesside period is a period of Ancient Egypt that covers the 19th and 20th dynasties, i.e. from -1295 to -1069 2. O.O.H.S. (Operational & Omnipresent Humanoid Sentinel) 3. A Tennenti Hole is an anomaly created by the collapsing of one reality into another following a attempt to bend it in massive proportions. |
SCP-5017 | euclid | Item#: 5017 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Item #: SCP-5017 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5017 is to be housed at Site-71, which is disguised as a logging operation south of Lake Merwin in Washington. At least 12 members of an armed security detail are to be posted at all times, four of whom should be outside scouting the perimeter and eight of whom should be inside observing SCP-5017, with at least two people directly observing SCP-5017 at all times. Any staff members on-site observing strange behavior must be detained immediately. Description: SCP-5017 is a large opal geode standing roughly 3 meters tall and 1.8 meters wide. The exterior of the geode is engraved with approximately one thousand different inscriptions of an ancient language using the Beith-luis-nin alphabet.1 All attempts to translate the oghams2 have not found any coherent sentences or phrases carved onto the geode. The geode emits a dull hum of around 6 decibels and 120 Hertz, described by most observers as a relaxing sound. It is currently theorized that SCP-5017 allows for some form of teleportation of an indeterminant distance. SCP-5017 was discovered during a joint Foundation-Unusual Incidents Unit search for Person of Interest #305, commonly known as D.B. Cooper. SCP-5017 was discovered at the end of a trail from Cooper's deployed parachute 6 kilometers south. Alongside SCP-5017 was a briefcase containing USD 200,000. The briefcase was collected by an Unusual Incidents Unit agent after it was determined it had not been affected with any anomalous properties. Site-71 was immediately established to contain the object and to determine the location of PoI-305. PoI-305 is considered incredibly dangerous and an enemy of the Foundation and his capture and interrogation is a top Foundation priority. As PoI-305 has a history of posing as a Foundation employee, all employees are required to report any employee with similarities to PoI-305 who displays unusual behavior. Please read the Person of Interest file for PoI-305 for more information. +Person of Interest - D.B. Cooper - Access Granted Person of Interest File #305 Name: Dr. Eric O'Reilly Known Aliases: D.B. Cooper Description: White male, balding, believed to have been between his mid-thirties and early forties in 1971. Date of Birth (If known): Presumed to be some time between 1930 and 1938. Reason For Interest: Assassination of six high ranking Foundation employees, assassination of numerous Global Occult Association members, theft of dozens of anomalous objects. Rules of Engagement: Immediately engage with intent to subdue and capture. Interrogation is the Foundation's highest priority. Biography: D.B. Cooper was originally known to the Foundation as Dr. Eric O'Reilly. O'Reilly worked as a researcher with an impressive knowledge of world history who was often consulted on numerous anomalous objects. O'Reilly worked as a Foundation employee for over a decade, reaching the rank of Senior Researcher and achieving security clearance level 3 before committing several crimes against the Foundation. After a review of O'Reilly's documents following the incident, all documents related to his identity were found to be elaborate forgeries. An investigation into the person of interest's true identity and affiliation is still ongoing by Foundation investigators. A possible link to a Group of Interest previously thought to have been disestablished many years prior is seen as the consensus among involved Foundation personnel. More information is available on a need to know basis for personnel working at sites and on assignments designated as high risk by the O5 council. Memo on SCP-5017 and PoI-305 Foundation employees often question the validity of the Foundation's assertation that famed air pirate D. B. Cooper was a former Foundation member turned criminal mastermind. Some employees further doubt that the geode in containment has anything to do with Cooper and that the backstory is just there to cover up some sort of harmful effect of SCP-5017. The Foundation is an entirely transparent organization when it comes to telling employees what they need to know. The geode does not cause any form of ill health, it isn't part of a secret stone creature that is sticking out of the soil. It is nothing more than an ancient device used for some type of teleportation. The Foundation has yet to determine how it was used by PoI-305 to escape from a search coordinated by the FBI and assisted by Foundation personnel. The primary focus of containment is to learn how to properly use SCP-5017 and to have multiple security members on-hand to apprehend PoI-305 should he return. The high-risk information is simply more details on PoI-305's crimes to be used as a standard of proof for his identification. This is in order to prevent a "witch hunt" among Foundation personnel as PoI-305 may have changed in appearance. - O5-01 +Additional Documents, special security clearance required -Conceditur Accessum Access to the following information is restricted to senior staff only on a need to know basis. Do not share information regarding the true nature of PoI-305 with anyone regardless of their security clearance level. Person of Interest File #305 Name: Unknown Known Aliases: D.B. Cooper, Dr. Eric O'Reilly, Senior Researcher Kernan McInnis, Head of Personnel Liam Collins Description: Most recent known appearance was as a white male in his late thirties to early forties. Consistent with most appearances of the subject. Date of Birth (If known): Presumed to be some time before 1500 AD. Reason For Interest: Assassination of six top-level Foundation employees in 1971 during critical negotiations with the Global Occult Coalition, who also lost several top-level employees. Previous assassination attempts on Foundation members. Theft of over one hundred anomalous objects. Rules of Engagement: Immediately engage with intent to subdue and capture. Interrogation is the Foundation's highest priority. The person of interest has proven to be remarkably perceptive and incredibly intelligent. The target often poses as a member of the Foundation or a Foundation ally to gain access to highly secured anomalous objects. Interrogation of PoI-305 is considered critical to Foundation goals due to his ownership of several Keter level objects and his in-depth knowledge of SCP-5017's functionality. Biography: Person of Interest 305 has been a persistent threat to the Foundation and its precursors for the last several centuries. Person of Interest 305 is presumed to be an individual who has access to a network of oghamstones that serve as a mass teleportation relay, allowing for near-instantaneous travel to multiple locations across the world. Currently, the Foundation has discovered 10 oghamstones that are considered possible candidates for usage by PoI-305, although only SCP-5017 is confirmed to have anomalous properties. It is currently unknown whether PoI-305 is himself an anomalous individual or whether his extended lifespan is a result of using SCP-5017. PoI-305 is the only person known to be able to use the anomalous effect of SCP-5017. Memo on PoI-305 Despite persistent rumors to the contrary, nothing else is known about PoI-305. Details of PoI-305's crimes against the Foundation have been withheld so that the O5 Council can better weed out false suspects when accusations are brought forward. This assignment is not, as some employees have previously complained "a wild goose chase" or "an elaborate form of punishment". The assassination of Foundation personnel is taken extremely seriously, and the events of the "D.B. Cooper Incident" are directly linked to a large scale assassination attack that left the Foundation incredibly vulnerable. Please take all possible sightings of PoI-305 seriously and report on anything out of the ordinary that occurs in or around Site-71. The immediate capture of PoI-305 is one of the Foundation's top priorities for a reason. Employees like you could very well be the next victim. Jokes about D.B. Cooper's current whereabouts and the futility of SCP-5017's containment do nothing but damage morale. Containment and observation of SCP-5017 is the best method we have for preventing another attack. - O5-01 +O-V consilio tantum obvius -Non est bonum viventem in sempiternum Welcome to the O5 Council. As part of our orientation process, we are obligated to warn you about Person of Interest #305 and his access to SCP-5017. The following documents will explain the history of the Foundation, the history of the Person of Interest, and a detailed explanation of the 1971 assassination of the Foundation's original Administrator. All details you were told previously regarding these topics were elaborate fabrications designed to prevent a repeat of previous high profile assassinations which have often crippled the Foundation's ability to coordinate and build better relations with other groups. Person of Interest File #305 Name: Cathbhadh Known Aliases: Well over two hundred known aliases, in all cases these aliases are used once and disposed of afterward. Description: Most recent known appearance was as a white male in his late thirties to early forties. Consistent with most appearances of the subject. Date of Birth (If known): Sometime before 750 BC Reason For Interest: Assassination of the Foundation's Administrator in 1971 following several prior attempts. Collateral damage from these attempts with death tolls in the thousands. Active attacks to use violence to isolate the Foundation and prevent it from making allies with other organizations. Rules of Engagement: Immediately engage with intent to subdue and capture. PoI-305's attacks are believed to be a precursor to a full-scale attack on our reality deployed from another dimension that can be reached via SCP-5017 and possibly through other oghamstones. A preemptive first strike to recover numerous Keter level objects is largely agreed to be the only chance for the Foundation's survival. Biography: Cathbhadh was a prominent druid in ancient Ireland, eventually commanding troops and leading other anomalous humans across the British Isles as well as in modern-day Spain, France, and Belgium. Later in his career, he began supporting the army of Ambiorix of Belgae in his war to prevent the Roman occupation of the Celtic homeland. After the fall of the Belgae and the united Celtic forces, Cathbhadh and thousands on Celts loyal to him disappeared. Cathbhadh has reappeared under different identities numerous times since then, having his most recent confirmed appearance in 1971 during which he assassinated the Foundation's administrator. Please see the attached document for a timeline of known attacks by PoI-305 on the Foundation and other groups. Sunt tenebrae et lumen nos sumus Timeline of Notable Incidents related to PoI-305 "Cathbhadh" 54 B.C.: Cathbhadh and a large number of his supporters and allies disappear, last known location in northeast Belgae. 53 B.C.: Ordo Praesidio is formed, a precursor organization to the Foundation. Surviving documents lead Foundation historians to believe that Cathbhadh was present at this event using a false identity. 44 B.C.: First known assassination by Cathbhadh, the leader of the Ordo Praesidio is assassinated by various political opponents conspiring with Cathbhadh to bring down the Ordo through the death of its Antimagum Dux. Ordo immediately reorganized under a new leader who took on the title of Administrator. 14 A.D.: Administrator of the Foundation assumes a new identity in an attempt to escape frequent assassination attempts. 41 A.D..: Prominent Ordo member is found to be an accomplice of Cathbhadh. Member is executed and an internal review of Ordo members becomes an annual requirement. 395 A.D.: Two high profile members of the ΑκτΚ, a Constantinople organization similar to the Ordo. and a high profile member of the Ordo are assassinated during a conference between the two organizations. Plans for the organizations to merge are postponed indefinitely. 837 A.D.: Factional dispute causes a three-way split between Ordo members. Two prominent members at the center of this split are found to have connections with Cathbhadh. Split leads to severe security issues within the Ordo during which Cathbhadh begins his theft of anomalous objects. 1144 A.D.: Ordo is ousted from its primary base of operations in Rome after political circumstances change quickly, with Cathbhadh's involvement considered incredibly likely. Relocation to Venice begins later that year. 1453 A.D.: Foundation secondary base in Constantinople, established roughly one hundred and fifty years prior, is destroyed by non-anomalous attackers. Witness reports make it seem likely that Cathbhadh performed a large scale heist of anomalous objects immediately before the destruction. 1653 A.D.: First direct act of violence by Cathbhadh in over one thousand years. During successful negotiations between the Ordo and the English Bewerigend Frýgyld on whether to merge, 7 security team members are killed protecting the administrator and the leader of the Bewerigend Frýgyld who would later become O5-1. 1658 A.D.: In a second attempt, Cathbhadh successfully assassinates O5-1. This leads to the break up of the British branch of the Ordo. 1789 A.D.: Ordo secondary base, relocated to Paris, is destroyed by large scale rioting. Again, witnesses report the theft of anomalous objects by someone speculated to be Cathbhadh only minutes prior. 1932 A.D.: Ordo successfully merges with two other organizations, Mitteleuropäische Truppe zur Ausrottung der Hexerei and the Meijihantā. Two security team members are attacked by a man presumed to be Cathbhadh, although both eventually recover from the attack. 1939 A.D.: Assaults on the Ordo by persons assumed to be Cathbhadh become a weekly occurrence. Hundreds of personnel are killed, hundreds of objects are stolen, and thousands of anomalous individuals escape containment. 1945 A.D.: Most of the Ordo merges with various other organizations to become the Foundation. Breakaway group hoping to continue several of the rules established in 1932 becomes the Global Occult Coalition. 1959 A.D.: Attack on joint operation of Foundation agents and members of the GRU Division P results in nine deaths. Cathbhadh is the primary suspect. 1971 A.D: The Foundation's administrator, O5-4, O5-7, three senior researchers, the Undersecretary-General of the Global Occult Coalition, the Council of 108's Minister of Collaborative Efforts, and several dozens members of a Foundation security team are killed in a bomb attack during a meeting in the United States to discuss a possible merger of the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition. Days later a plane is hijacked by Cathbhadh in a related scheme. 1977 A.D.: Newly selected Administrator of the Foundation takes over from the interim administrator appointed after the 1971 bombing. Later that evening she is approached in her residence by a man claiming to be Cathbhadh. The suspect was incredibly calm and peaceful. After a conversation that lasted several minutes, the person of interest presented a note which was immediately taken to Foundation researchers for study. As of yet, the note has not been translated. A transcription of the encounter by memory is attached below. Magia ibique moriemini Transcript: Recreated Interaction with PoI-305 The Administrator was bathing at the time of the incident. PoI-305 somehow made it past her personal security detail without their notice. PoI-305: Oh, sorry I can wait for you to put on a towel. Administrator: Oh fuck. Please don't kill me. PoI-305: No such plans. Just here to talk. Much like I talked to your predecessor so long ago. Administrator: Help! Someone get in here! PoI-305: They can't hear you. [Pauses] They aren't dead, I've just sealed off the room as far as sound goes. Like I said, just here for a brief conversation. Let's not make it any harder than it has to be. Administrator: You killed Gus. You killed him and so many others. Don't act like you had some sort of friendly discourse with him. PoI-305: I did at one point, but that was so long ago and before I had to kill his father. At the very least I warned him. Administrator: Are you just here to taunt me before you start planning to kill me? PoI-305: I'm here so that I never have to kill you. Perhaps this isn't the best time to give a compliment, but you are the kind of person that Augustus became. You're not like Oliver either. Sure, you're just as ambitious, you have that same fire in your eyes… but I've watched you for some time, making sure I could even have this conversation. I know you are incredibly intelligent and incredibly cautious. You'll try to make sure that you never make the wrong decision for the Foundation, and I admire that. I want to give you an honest chance. Administrator: Why should I believe you? PoI-305: I understand that you have questions about my motives, my methods, my…well, just about everything. I'm an open book. Administrator: Why did you murder Gus? PoI-305: Because that amadán spent a couple thousand years doing everything possible to put a target on his back. I'm here to make sure you don't make the same mistake. Administrator: What mistake? PoI-305: The destruction of my people. Administrator: The Foundation has nothing to do with the political situation in Ireland… PoI-305: No, not that. Druids, bards, filis, mages, wizards, witches, shamans, you know the type. The kind you've locked away or lead to the deaths of. Although since you mention it I'm not entirely convinced you aren't fucking around in Eire either. Irrelevant though, all I ask is that your little Foundation stop locking people up. You can lock up every picture that makes you crazy or knife that travels at jet speed all you like, but you can't shut people away simply because they seek out Danu or some other connection. Administrator: They're a threat to… PoI-305: To your worldview. You've never taken the time to consider that just because someone doesn't conform to your view of what the world ought to be, that doesn't make them wrong. Certainly doesn't make them a criminal. Locking them away is good for no one. Administrator: You will be locked up with them, you can't possibly hope to escape from here, I'll get the entire Site-17 staff to go out and search for you. PoI-305: I have a shifting stone mere miles from here. I'll be gone before the sun rises and long before your security even knows something was wrong. Administrator: Shifting stone? PoI-305: A oghamstone, safe passage from your realm back to mine, and the other way around. Administrator: The geode we found in Washington? PoI-305: That's one of them. Administrator: One? PoI-305: Please tell me that's not the first one you've found. Administrator: What do you mean? How many are there? PoI-305: [laughs] It took you this long to find one of them? And you don't even know how it works? Your organization is worse than I thought. Administrator: How many? PoI-305: Thousands. In caves. In the thickest parts of the forest. In the parts of the swamp no fool would walk through. In tundras and deserts. On forgotten little islands in the vast blue ocean. Everywhere that Danu lives, you may find a way back to the home we made. To a druid, they are the easiest thing in the world to find. To the untrained eye, you'd have to get in kicking distance of it. Or separate it from nature. I truly and honestly thought you'd have found at least a few dozen by now. You've had about two thousand years to do so. Administrator: Where do they take you. PoI-305: Home. Where my people rest and recover, heal from the wounds you inflicted. [pauses] Your friend… Gus… he kept trying to build his power. From a little coup in Rome to his constant flirtation with authoritarians. He was so caught up in the world as he thought it out to be he didn't stop to consider the world as it was. His place in it, and a more natural kind of change and growth. So we left. We waited and watched until I could watch no more. Administrator: You've been trying to kill him for thousands of years. You didn't wait… PoI-305: I gave him a thousand chances to redeem himself, but he never did. I'd like to think I'm not about to make the same mistake with you. I had this conversation with your friend so long ago. Futile… but you are smarter. A woman like you does not end up in a position like this without being incredibly intelligent. I'll be gone soon, and I've decided that I won't be back for some time unless something changes. I haven't truly slept in such a long time, I can't quite remember what it is like to dream. Administrator: We will find you, we will find your stones and lock all of them up. We will stop you. PoI-305: You've found one. One in two thousand years. I'd suggest that you reconsider your strategy. Administrator: Does your offer to answer questions still stand. PoI-305: I'm not about to tell you where the stones are, now. Administrator: No. Not that. You got away perfectly. You had no reason to hijack a plane and lead us right to your stone. Nothing about that makes any sense. PoI-305: I had one more organization to cripple. Administrator: I don't follow. PoI-305: How is the budget for the Unusual Incident Unit looking these days? It was pretty robust just six years ago. Then the first time they put their foot down and demand all the resources they can for an investigation, they've taken a bulk of the organization's resources fourteen hours away from the most high profile crime of the decade. By the time they catch up… they find a pile of money, which you take… and they find my shifting stone. They come back to headquarters saying that "we couldn't catch the air pirate but we found his magic rock". There was never any coming back from that. Your Foundation was headless, the Coalition is still in turmoil over it, and I've neutered your friends in the FBI. You had the makings of a great alliance. My friend Ambiorix built a great alliance. He fought well with it, but an alliance is only as strong as what bonds it together. When then cavalry charged… the bonds broke and the men scattered. And your good friend Gus, his father killed Ambiorix right then and there. Such a fool… had he lived just another day… I had to stop your organization from getting any more power. You have thousands of innocent men and women locked away. Your friends in the Coalition have graveyards that put your prisons to shame. Please consider an alternative. I don't take any joy in what I do. I don't consider myself a hero. I could live happily in the little realm my people have carved out, tucked away in a demiplane you'd have a hard time ever finding. But it'd be wrong to let your idea of a world order exist. Do the smart thing. Have a heart. You have the power to change to Foundation. I suggest you use it. Administrator: You're awfully calm about all this. PoI-305: I've had a conversation much like this one before. Similar situation, a smart woman… attractive woman. Bathing, making plans… I miss her. Administrator: What happened? PoI-305: Julius butchered her the day he defeated Ambiorix. She was a Celt after all. Why take any chances? Too many mages to start sorting people out. Administrator: I'm… PoI-305: I think you'll need to consider my offer. You won't like the alternative. Here are a few pages I wrote in case you weren't here. I hope there isn't an issue translating it. This was an old code the druids in Sasana used to get messages past the Romans. The code was never cracked. and when the rest of us left or died out, there was no one left to use it. When I visit you again, maybe you can tell me exactly what it says. I'll still visit your plane, but I need to tend to my people back in my realm. They're growing a bit restless. They want to come back home. Administrator: When will you be back? PoI-305: [holds up left hand with the pointer finger and thumb extended] Administrator: Two years? Two decades? PoI-305: [laughs] Gus would have understood that one. In truth, I'll still return to this plane, just not with violent intentions. So much has changed since I last took the time to explore your world. So many new places and new pieces of technology. I've got bars to visit, I've got musicians to meet, hell I might even take a stab at making one of those moving pictures you invented. I'll need a little bit of a vacation if I'm going to bring a war to the Foundation. See you someday, ma'am… and put some clothes on before you try and wake up your security. This conversation is presumed to be the most recent appearance of PoI-305, immediately Foundation personnel began searching for oghamstones resembling one found in Washington. The Foundation immediately approved Emergency Plan Augustus-1971 to permanently resolve the issue. Emergency Plan Augustus-1971 1. Translate the text that appears on the five paper notes given to the Administrator from PoI-305. 2. Find and contain other oghamstones similar in function to SCP-5017 3. Study SCP-5017 to learn how to access the other reality it allows travel to. 4. Successfully attack and destroy any forces hostile to the Foundation in this reality. After a decade long searching involving hundreds of Mobile Task Force members, seven candidates were found of which four have been conclusively ruled to be false positives. Containment sites have been built around the remaining three for further observation and in preparation for a large scale counter-attack. There have also been no major discoveries towards how SCP-5017 functions, although hundreds of possibilities have been ruled out. To date, there has been no successful translation of the documents received from PoI-305 in his final known appearance. Foundation personnel with experience decoding ciphers and appropriate security clearance are highly encouraged to attempt a translation of the cipher. Footnotes 1. Created by the ancient Celtic peoples of the British islands in the 4th through 6th centuries AD. 2. Celtic symbols similar to runes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5017" by GerrymanderBassist, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5017. Licensed under CC-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: cipher.png Author: GerrymanderBassist License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-5018 | euclid | close Info X Author(s): JakdragonX - IronDruid Title: SCP-5018 - "The Broken Rose." Other Works: SCP-5150 - "Anomalous Dental Office." SCP-4983 - "The Lost Storyteller." D.A.R.E (Drugs Are Really Extreme!) Fanart for SCP-5018 (Spoilers) Thank you for these! The original creator of this work, Aethris has published this creation under a CC BY-SA 3.0 license. The original creator of these works, Yossipossi has published these creations under a CC BY-SA 3.0 license. Thank you everyone who made these creations! They are amazing works, and it truly makes us happy to see them! Please contact either JakdragonX or IronDruid if you have created anything concerning SCP-5018, or if the information provided above is somehow incorrect. Thank you everyone! CN Translation Item#: 5018 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5018 is contained within an air-gapped computer terminal in Site 15. This terminal is physically secured with non-electronic locks and is to remain unpowered outside of authorized testing. Site 15 AI THEIA is to monitor all Foundation networks for suspicious activity fitting SCP-5018's electronic pattern. If discovered, MTF Kappa-10 ("Skynet") and MTF Rho-9 ("Technical Support") are to be deployed immediately to isolate and purge all instances of SCP-5018. Description: SCP-5018 is an advanced self-replicating malware capable of releasing reinforced magnetic containment locks1 connected to the Foundation network. Analysis of the MCL's indicates that their magnetic field had been disrupted2, causing a subsequent repulsion to occur. How SCP-5018 exhibits this ability, and the entity which created the program is still under investigation.3 SCP-5018's execution command initiates once it confirms the presence of specific parameters in the affected system. The execution of the code triggers the manifestation of SCP-5018-1 within 5 meters of the terminal. SCP-5018-1 is an indistinct humanoid figure that can only be observed through digitized media and de-manifests when SCP-5018's running code is terminated. Although all attempts at verbal communication with SCP-5018-1 have been unsuccessful, it has been observed to acknowledge others around it through the use of exaggerated body language.4 SCP-5018 was discovered on 9/15/████ on the Foundation's network. Probes scanning for its digital signature detected that the malware was spread over 74% of the Foundation network. Of the detected instances, only approximately 10% of them had been executed, with 8% activating in high-security level sites. How SCP-5018 gained access into the Foundation network is under investigation. MTF Rho-9 has been tasked with its removal. Addendum 5018-1 Incident Report ID #: 5018-A1 Summary: On 07/19/████, Site 119 initiated a 119/B/Coldsilver Lockdown Response Code following containment breaches of six Large Scale Aggressors, four Non-Terminable Threats, and five other extradimensional anomalous threats. O4 approved the detonation of Site 119's nuclear warhead one hour and thirty-four minutes after the Lockdown Response Code was initiated. Site 68 received a backup of files, sent by Director David Bold, 26 minutes after the destruction of Site 119. Included in the backup was one folder of encrypted files and one image taken after the detonation. Following the incident, MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") was dispatched to establish a perimeter around the affected area. MTF ε-11 was unable to locate any threats after Site 119's detonation. However, MTF ε-11 reported sightings of 5 unidentified individuals 3 days following Site 119's destruction. MTF ε-11's attempt to apprehend the individuals were unsuccessful5. MTF ε-11 was immediately relieved by MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") and sent to Site 68 for medical treatment and debriefing. 6 weeks after the detonation, MTF Omicron-2 ("Nuclear Nomads") was sent to investigate the remains of Site 119. MTF o-2 discovered 15 compromised MCLs in the remains of Site 119. This incident is recorded as the first insertion point of SCP-5018 into the Foundation's network infrastructure. Access Attached Image: SCP-5018-1 Close Attached Image: SCP-5018-1 The metadata of the original image was 6% corrupted once it was retrieved. Foundation webcrawlers were able to recover most of this data, however, one section remains indecipherable. ████████████████████████████ ███████████████████████ █████████████ Ü”(mã4Gãâë'n"5MØÝÖÉýsŸœ›œø¿¿ôƒ«×–W–œ™ █████████████████████████BROKEN██ █████████████████ ‰ÍÆÆhÍ™™™åååJ½¶ïB÷»ÄEJJŒ ›‚ë°61Ö`Ã*¸ÊV¹D ██████████████████████████████████ 6'™³ß> ×`l‘È¢}søtH¼ÑæÐ,Ý_$Ss³±ü)ð È7T`Æ^ѵelõ‚¥ ████████████████████████████████████ [¦²K¢P•®æÝFC“Žîk"òt# FWf€û€¡ ████████████████████████████████████ By the request of Researcher Argost, this redacted section of metadata was added to SCP-5018's documentation for future investigation. Addendum 5018-2 Date: 04/03/████ Experiment Number : 5018-A Protocol: SCP-5018 runs on a standard computer terminal. Results: SCP-5018 remained dormant for approximately one hour before replicating. Replication continued as a background task for 30 minutes until SCP-5018's code self-terminated. 20 replicates were later discovered in a hidden file.6 The terminal was powered off to prevent the spread of these replicates. Experiment Number : 5018-B Protocol: SCP-5018 runs on a standard computer terminal connected to a MCL.7 Results: SCP-5018-1 manifests within the chamber, and is detected by camera feed of the chamber. Researchers within the chamber cannot observe SCP-5018-1, however, SCP-5018-1 acknowledges their presence by shaking its fists at them, then begins to hover over the MCL. After 1 minute, SCP-5018-1 de-manifests and the MCL is opened. Results are similar to the MCLs in Site 119. A function was later detected running as background process. Access SCP-5018 Source Code Close SCP-5018 Source Code Rise int groups_to_user(gid_t __user *magnetlist cOpy struct group_info *group_info) { Start int i; unsigned int count = group_info->nblocks; i++) { for (i = 0; i < group_info->nblocks; i++) { unsigned int cp_count = Enter = min(ngroups_per_lock, count); unsigned int len = cp_count * sizeof(*grouplist); if (copy_from_ (group_info->block[i], magnetlist); return -; grouplist += magnetS_per_block; count -= cp_count; } return 0; Experiment Number : 5018-C Protocol: SCP-5018 runs on a standard computer terminal connected to a motorized lock. Results: SCP-5018 was unable to access the mechanism. It then proceeded to replicate as observed in Experiment 5018-A. Computer terminal was powered off. Five redundant logs have been removed Addendum 5018-3 On 03/24/████ Site 71 reported a containment breach of 2 LSA's and 1 NTT following an experiment involving SCP-5018 at Site 15. The containment breach was later contained by MTF Rho-9 and resulted in 6 casualties. MTF Rho-9 discovered an activated sequence of SCP-5018 before the incident, which has been included in SCP-5018's documents. struct group_info init_groups = { .usage = MAGNET_INIT(4) }: struct group_info *groups_alloc(int dimensiontrans){ group info *group_info; int nblocks; int i; nblock = (magsetpol + NGROUPS_PER_BLOCK - 1) / NGROUPS_PER BLOCK; /* Establish points of contact for the entire quadrants, not just a portion. Keep intentional files within encrypted folders. Make sure we don't forget password. Type it all as one word, look for Access phrases. /* nblocks = nblocks ? : 1; group_info = ketrcont(sizeof(*group_info) + nblocks*sizeof(gid_t *), PSWRD_PHRASE = FALL; if (!group_info) return NULL; This segment has been concluded to control how SCP-5018 terminates power to an electromagnet once it detects a viable MCL. Investigations are ongoing as to the other properties that this computer script exhibits, as well as how this instance was initiated at Site 71. On 03/26/████, after receiving reports of unauthorized experimentation, Site Director Norva removed Researcher Argost from any projects relating to SCP-5018. An investigation of Researcher Argosts experimentation revealed that he was in possession of an encrypted file. Foundation webcrawlers are currently decrypting the file, however no information has been gathered. Researcher McKay has become the new lead researcher for SCP-5018 until otherwise specified. SCiPNET LOGIN name affiliation 6a6f791fab322912aa218b1826f23841_1734916035 Login Login Logout Welcome, Researcher Argost. One moment, retrieving information concerning SCP-5018…. - - - - - - - - - - - - - Access Personal Profile - LOCKED/ADMIN_Found. Settings - LOCKED/ADMIN_Found./Config _ Access SCP-5018 DocumentsClose SCP-5018 Documents ERROR You do not have permission to access this file. Please report to your Site Director if you believe this is an error, or if you have any questions. Access Contacts - LOCKED/ADMIN_Found. _ Access SCP-5018 Notes (3)Close SCP-5018 Notes (3) What note would you like to access? _ - Access Note 1- Close Note 1 I was checking over some of SCP-5018's metadata and code today. Noticed some unusual things about them. For starters, I think the metadata in the Image Analysis is broken. I can't exactly figure out why, but some of the information can be seen through the censors. Guess our guys in the back kind of failed at their jobs. I'm going to try investigating more. Figured it out. I just had to hover around sections of the censored parts to reveal some text. Could only find one thing. How did this get here? Surely, our guys weren't slacking, right? Well damn. I guess I'll keep snooping around then. _ - Access Note 2- Close Note 2 Alright, so I found something else. This time hiding in the source code of Experiment 5018-B. Has something to do with the font size of some of the letters. There aren't numbers or anything, so I think the order from top to bottom should be correct. What is happening? I don't get what's going on. It's frustrating. I guess I'll keep looking. _ - Access Note 3- Close Note 3 That last one's pretty easy. It's basically written down. How we all missed that, I'll never understand. I guess, since we weren't actively looking for something resembling a password, we overlooked it. Oh well, I should have all the phrases by now. All I have to do now is type the three words out, hopefully, in the order they're presented (hopefully there are no spaces in between). But, I can't stop asking myself, "why?" What's the game, here? Whatever this is that I'm accessing better tell me something fucking important, or I'm dropping the hammer on this thing. Access Other - LOCKED - ADMIN/Found./General _ Access Email (1)Close Email (1) Accessing SCiPNET Mail Database… … 0 new emails. 0 unfinished drafts. 1 email in total. You have one saved message. 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These have been determined to follow a specific product code of Item Number: 4510878. Any continued use of these items has been terminated for all Sites. 2. This has been determined to be caused by the malware terminating electrical power to electromagnets connected to the MCL. 3. SCP-5018's source code retrieved from memory dumps during its runtime resembles the C programming language. It cannot compile or run in any other conditions than during the anomaly's activity. 4. Refer to Experiment Log 5018-B. 5. Theories suggesting the individuals may have used anomalous objects to facilitate in their escape are being investigated. 6. The host terminal was not connected to any networks. This has been concluded to be the cause for the creation of the hidden file. 7. Now referred to as Standard Procedure. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5018" by JakdragonX, IronDruid, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5018. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5019 | keter | Item#: 5019 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo The show poster for Loopy Lilly. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the nature of SCP-5019, it is currently uncontained. Foundation web crawlers have been unable to suppress any mentions of SCP-5019. Administered amnestics have been shown to have no effect. Any mention of SCP-5019 is to be monitored by Foundation web crawlers. Copies should be downloaded and stored on a secure hard drive. Description: SCP-5019 is a nonexistent episode of the television cartoon Loopy Lilly titled Ick Day. SCP-5019 is displayed as the 15th episode of the 3rd season of the show, despite there being no record of such an episode ever being aired or created. Non-affected individuals remember the episode in its true state as a canceled project (see below.) The status, contents, and description of the episode vary per affected individual. According to a Foundation web scan of all internet platforms, the release status of SCP-5019 has been remembered in the following various ways: The episode had an official television release, but no saved copy exists. Rather, only official statements and plot summaries confirming its release. The consensus among those displaying this effect is that it is considered "lost media". The episode can be found in the same manner as the rest of the series. The episode was planned for release, but was canceled with only a title and number released. This is the status remembered by non-affected individuals, and is the factually true status. The episode is a horror story written by a user of an online forum that is popularly mistaken for a lost episode. The episode is a horror story written by a user of an online forum that is remembered as such, and is not mistaken for being official content. The episode is only rumored to exist, with the origin of this rumor unknown. The episode is rumored to exist, but is confirmed fake by an individual who worked on the show. The episode does not exist in any form, not even in its true form as a canceled title. As concluded by Foundation-run tests and interviews, those affected by SCP-5019 will view all discussion related to SCP-5019 as matching their own recollection, despite evidence to the contrary. This effect also applies to any stills or clips of SCP-5019. The following is an abridged list of online posts containing descriptions of the contents of SCP-5019: User: Accompliceofneverland Source: www.tumblr.com User: FoundFormest Source: www.lostmediawiki.com Makes sense FoundFormest | Posted on August 22 at 3:20 pm | [link] + - Non-existence confirmed makes so much sense. I thought it was real for the longest time, and dude, it scared the shit out of me. I mean I heard stuff about Lilly kicking her lamb into the street, and there were pictures of the scene. So fuckin glad those are fake and fanmade. Ick Day, the episode where Lilly went of being mean and grumpy to her friends around time because she was sick and refused medicine. I'd have nightmares about that when I was little. It's a show for like 5 to 9 year olds! God I hate the internet lmao User: Questionartmark Source: www.instagram.com User: KuestionableXontent Source: www.reddit.com Thought I'd drop what I remember of the Loopy Lilly episode peeps have been discussing. Basically Lilly is out in the town with her friends and someone near them gets sick and then they're scared that they'll get sick. The spend the whole episode being super careful afraid that they'll get germs and stuff. At the end they all get sick. The episode was controversial because parents were afraid it sent a kinda mean message. It's weird that it's lost. Now I don't remember much either, that's about it. submitted 21 hours ago by KuestionableXontent 5 comments share save hide give gold report crosspost ⬆ 18 ⬇ User: Quillednevildevil Source: www.twitter.com Addendum-1: On 09-08-2016, a notable user under the name of Nichola.Myerssss (dubbed PoI-5019) was found on various discussion threads of various sites discussing SCP-5019. PoI-5019 appears to be affected by SCP-5019 in a way that differs from all other cases of SCP-5019's effect. Most affected individuals see all discussions of SCP-5019 fitting their view of it, while PoI-5019 views each discussion written in its true nature. PoI-5019 claims to be the writer of the episode and that it does exist, but was never released. Other affected individuals see PoI-5019's comments as supporting their view of SCP-5019. Below is an abridged list of comments PoI-5019 has made on discussion threads revolving around SCP-5019: Source: www.reddit.com [–] Nichola.myerssss 2 points 23 hours ago OH MY ACTUAL FUCKING GOD WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?? Like am I crazy?? I'm the creator of the damn thing, look me up. The episode isn't an online horror tale! It's a real thing that I wrote and helped animate, and damnit the plot is NOTHING like that. Dizzy isn't hit by a car what the fuck ⬆ ⬇ [–] Daisiesinrazors [S] 10 points 15 hours ago Ikr! pretty crazy that someone would write something like that based off a show for literal children. Honestly, I heard the crew of the show is pretty upset by it. I hate the internet lmao ⬆ ⬇ [–] Nichola.myersss 1 point 7 hours ago First off, I didn't say anything even close to that! Jesus christ! What, they paying you or something? Why is the whole internet broken? ⬆ ⬇ Source: www.twitter.com Source: www.twitter.com PoI-5019 has not been active on any online source since 10-23-2015. Foundation web crawlers have been coded to alert the SCP-5019 Head Researcher immediately should PoI-5019 become active once more. |
SCP-5020 | euclid | SCP-5020: InfestStation™ Author: Deadly Bread Other Articles of Mine SCPs SCP-4966 Rating: 725 SCP-1401-EX Rating: 303 SCP-4052 Rating: 257 SCP-4088 Rating: 234 SCP-5522 Rating: 215 SCP-4109 Rating: 212 SCP-7441 Rating: 137 SCP-5020 Rating: 124 SCP-4035 Rating: 120 SCP-4286 Rating: 119 SCP-4664 Rating: 115 SCP-4270 Rating: 114 SCP-7966 Rating: 107 SCP-3462 Rating: 100 SCP-6663 Rating: 95 SCP-5693 Rating: 63 SCP-6633 Rating: 61 SCP-4570 Rating: 60 SCP-5261 Rating: 59 SCP-444-J Rating: 53 page 1 of 212next » Tales Something Glowing Rating: 180 Log Of Extranormal Events, Vol II Rating: 37 Prelude To Presents Rating: 24 The Bears Rating: 16 Your Memory Forever Seen Rating: 13 Other SCP-005 Proposal Hub Rating: 94 The Bread Box Rating: 92 Secure Facility Dossier: Reliquary Area-27 Rating: 87 Experiment Log-4035 Rating: 71 Collab Articles SCPs Page Title Co-Author SCP-4733 But Not Forgotten Lamentte SCP-5225 The Abyss Stares Back XilasCrowe SCP-5785 Craptivism Sonderance SCP-5993 We want you to come visit Heaven, just don't fuck with those bees ch00bakka Tales Page Co-Author The Bathrooms Wiki Too many to list Snippets of an Unveiled World Nykacolaquantum does not match any existing user name, Lt Flops, IFBench, Westrin Gone, Lamentte Your Imaginary Friend Fishish Check out Deadly Bread's Author Page ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM NUMBER: SCP-5020 LEVEL 2/5020 CONTAINMENT CLASS: EUCLID RESTRICTED Collection of cartridges used to test SCP-5020 instances. Special Containment Procedures: Unactivated SCP-5020 are to be kept in Site-64's secure storage lockers lined with high-grade insect repellent. Foundation webcrawler CRT/IO is to scan online retailers for potential SCP-5020 instances, which it is to purchase using allotted funds. Instances of SCP-5020 activated within Foundation containment are to be kept in unfurnished humanoid containment chambers sized appropriately to their masses. Chambers are to be lined by high-grade insect repellent and are to be checked weekly for potential damage. In the case of a containment breach, security personnel are to utilize Foundation-issued flamethrowers to neutralize the instance. SCP-5020 activated outside of containment are to be apprehended by MTF-Eta-6 ("Presented In Color"), who are to contain or neutralize instances as necessary. Witnesses of SCP-5020 transformations are to be administered Class-B amnestics under standard cover story of the event being marketing for an independent film. SCP-5020-14 Description: SCP-5020 is the collective designation for all Atari 2600 model CX2600 "Heavy Sixer" consoles distributed by Atari, Inc. SCP-5020 were distributed between 1977 and 1978 by Atari, Inc before they were discontinued and replaced by the CX2600 "Light Sixer" model. SCP-5020 possess slight deviations from the design of non-anomalous consoles, namely the presence of Arcadia branding. SCP-5020's anomalous effects only manifest if three conditions are met: The device is over ten years of age since its initial manufacturing The device still possesses above 45% of its original components, including the cartridge slot The device possesses some exposure damage, likely resulting from inadequate storage and neglect Once these conditions are met, SCP-5020 becomes a host to SCP-5020-A. SCP-5020-A is an extradimensional colony of insects1 that reside within the collective interiors of SCP-5020. SCP-5020-A consists of various different species, with the most prevalent being German cockroaches. Despite this, SCP-5020-A collectively function as a hive mind. Members of SCP-5020-A are not particularly violent, although biological analysis has regularly found them to carry contagious diseases such as malaria, cholera and gastroenteritis. SCP-5020-A do not require outside nutrition, almost never exiting the confines of SCP-5020. Estimations as to the exact size of the colony have far exceeded the collective interiors of known SCP-5020 instances, suggesting the existence of additional consoles outside of containment. Attempts to view the internal cavity of SCP-5020 instances through invasive means have universally failed, resulting in the expulsion of insects from the exposed interior. When operating a standard Atari 2600 cartridge, members of SCP-5020-A will begin to extrude from the SCP-5020 instance en masse through ventilation ports, exposed ports and cracks in the exterior casing. The swarm will then coalesce around SCP-5020 and, using their own mass, will take the form of a physical entity around the device. The appearance of this entity varies between instances but is believed to directly correlate with the cartridge being operated. While in this state, SCP-5020 are hostile, and will show immediate aggression if approached. The only known way of dispersing the colony is the neutralization of the enveloped SCP-5020 instance. Addendum.5020.1: Included below are notable instances of SCP-5020 animation. For a full list of recorded SCP-5020 animations, please see Document 5020-ARI. Affected Devices Cartridge Alterations Additional Notes SCP-5020-1 Superman Mass formed of German cockroaches. Instance developed semi-humanoid form, with SCP-5020-1 appearing in place of the head. Possessed four sets of upper limbs, terminating in jagged insect mandibles. Entity lacked facial features, save for vacant eye cavities. Feet remained an indistinct mass. First instance animated. Formed during initial testing, where it attacked and fatally wounded three personnel. Neutralized by on-site security. SCP-5020-4 Mountain King Mass formed of tropical rat fleas. Entity appears as a large rat king2 made up of a variable number of rats. These rats are physically unstable, regularly fusing to and separating from other rats. Placed at the center of the fused tails is SCP-5020-4. Biological analysis of fleas recovered from SCP-5020-4 have identified them as carriers of the bubonic plague. First non-humanoid recorded. SCP-5020-11 Cosmic Swarm Mass formed of human botflies and botfly larvae. Larvae form an amorphous mass around SCP-5020-11, completely shielding it from view. The mass of larvae is suspended in the air by a layer of mature botflies fused to the mass. Two swarms of botflies orbit medially in a ring formation around the central mass, only leaving this orbit to attack perceived threats. First instance utilizing immature organisms. SCP-5020-17 32 in 13 Mass formed of European earwigs, stripe-tailed scorpions, and stone centipedes. Entity appears as an amalgam of various organisms, consisting of mainly limbs. Behavior is erratic, with the entity constantly lashing out at its surroundings. SCP-5020-17 is kept by the rear of the entity, secured via thin silk-like structures. First to feature arthropods other than insects. SCP-5020-24 Skate Boardin': A Radical Adventure4 Mass formed of wolf spiders. Entity appeared as a large arthropod. Possesses four pairs of walking legs, each joint being capped by a compound eye. Abdomen and thorax are covered in fine hairs, used to sense the entity's surroundings. At the rear of the entity is a swollen egg sac, containing the television. The screen of the television is visible rapidly changing colors, causing the egg sac to emit luminescence. This television remains attached to SCP-5020-24, located in the abdomen. First to incorporate a second device. SCP-5020-31 Frogger No alterations formed. Instance began to extrude houseflies before smoke was observed emitting from SCP-5020-31's ventilation ports. A high frequency whine was heard as smoke began to fill the room. The device was observed to violently vibrate along the chamber floor, causing several cracks in the exterior casing before the room was completely obscured by smoke. Several additional crashes were heard as SCP-5020-31's remaining casing was shattered before silence. Upon further investigation, it was found that the room previously containing SCP-5020-31 was now filled with an estimated 30 kg of pulverized insect remains. Further analysis of these remains have discovered traces of toxins commonly secreted by various species of frog. SCP-5020-31 was found reduced to shards, showing signs of extreme heat exposure. The cartridge responsible for SCP-5020-31's neutralization has yet to be found. Addendum.5020.2: The following is a series of letters recovered alongside an inactive SCP-5020 instance between its original owner and a second party, believed to be a representative of Arcadia. Hello Atari, Inc or Arcadia. I'm currently writing to you about an urgent matter that must be addressed. A few weeks ago, I bought one of your consoles from a friend of mine. I like tinkering with old electronics, and I thought it would be fun to see if I couldn't get the machine to start working again. I tried to open the back console to see what was wrong, fucking bugs just started pouring out of the console! I tried to shove the casing back in place, but there were just too many of them! I threw the damn thing in the trash, but they just kept coming, filled up the trashcan like it was nothing. Since then, my life has been an insect hell. There's bugs in everything I own. No matter where I turn, some sort of fucking creepy crawly gremlin waiting to bite me. All of my food is covered in shit and maggots, every piece of cloth I own is infested with bedbugs and lice, I can't even take a shower because they've gotten into the goddamn pipes! Every time I touch something some miniature gremlin bites my hand. I can't even leave because my fucking garage is filled to the brim with the fuckers! I'm at my wits end here. Please, just please tell me how to stop the insects. Hello valued Arcadia customer! Unfortunately, we are unable to resolve your issues due to various reasons, the most prevalent being the lack of any problem on our part. These "bugs" you speak of are in fact an important feature of your Arcadia-Atari 2600, and are necessary to maintain the long lifespan of the console. Although we are unable to disclose exactly how we do this (as InsectalectronicsTM are a registered trademark of Arcadia), we can inform you that this technology will cause you no harm, as shown by our extensive in-house testing done to ensure Customer SafetyTM! We have also discovered trace drug residue on the letter you sent us,5 so forgive us if we are less inclined to believe your erroneous claims. We would encourage you to cease spreading misinformation regarding the SafetyTM of our consoles. If you persist, you will be contacted by our legal team, and charges will be pressed. Thank you for your continued patronage, Arcadia Electronics Software Footnotes 1. Although other arthropods such as arachnids and myriapods have been observed. 2. A group of rats whose tails are fused together through entanglement or adhesive. 3. Cartridge was only partially inserted into the console, a method used to produce graphical glitches by only allowing a portion of the game data to be read and processed. 4. Instance was connected to a standard CRT (Cathode Ray Tube) television prior to cartridge insertion. 5. While this claim is currently unconfirmed, it should be noted that trace evidence of cocaine was found on the response issued by Arcadia. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5020" by Deadly Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5020. Licensed under CC-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-5021 | safe | Item #: SCP-5021 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5021 is to be kept in a standard containment locker, accessible to researchers with level 3 clearance at request. SCP-5021-1 instances are to be supervised for no less than four hours. As a result of the events described in Incident Report 5021.2, SCP-5021-2 is considered to be neutralized. Containment is no longer necessary. Description: SCP-5021 is a chewing gum product named "Long Arm Stretch". Each package bears no images or text save for the product name, and contains eight sticks of gum. The Foundation is currently in possession of 43 packs of SCP-5021. When SCP-5021 is chewed for approximately 30 seconds, the individual (designated SCP-5021-1) is capable of extending their arm at exponential speeds by vocalizing the product's name. This effect can be activated within four hours of first chewing the gum. The affected arm is capable of breaking through walls and other barriers if allowed to build enough speed, though this is difficult to achieve outside of a test environment. The affected arm will travel in the direction the subject's wrist is pointing when the activating phrase is spoken, stopping when it reaches a surface that cannot be penetrated or otherwise destroyed. If the subject's arm is not held straight prior to vocalization (e.g. subject's wrist or elbow is bent.) it will forcibly straighten before extending. SCP-5021-1 instances cannot change the direction of their arm during this time. The subject will then 'reel in' to the point the affected limb has reached. SCP-5021-1 instances experience no discomfort during this period, and are incapable of perceiving pain, though describe an 'exhilarating, whooshing sensation'. Recovery Log: SCP-5021 was recovered on 06/11/2018 after the Foundation intercepted online livestream footage of SCP-5021-2. Footage showed SCP-5021-2 2:37 AM in Mid Glamorgan, Wales, under the effects of SCP-5021, with the affected limb extending an unknown distance upwards. SCP-5021-2 is visibly distressed during this process, vocalising frantically and unable to move. Foundation operatives positioned nearby attempted to take SCP-5021-2 into custody, but were obstructed by SCP-5021-2's arm. Field Agent Jones made a decision to amputate the affected limb using an angle grinder from a nearby construction site, allowing SCP-5021-2 to move freely. Notably, once the arm had been severed, it continued to accelerate, reaching Mach 1 and creating a sonic boom several minutes after, travelling beyond the view of Foundation satellites. SCP-5021-2 cooperated with their relocation, and was reportedly grateful to Field Agent Jones for severing their limb. The amputation of the subject's arm was observed to heal at a rapidly accelerated rate during recovery. Eyewitnesses were taken in for routine interviews and amnestication, during which the vendor of SCP-5021 was discovered. All footage of the incident has been scrubbed from the internet, and a cover story about an ARG has been spread in relevant areas. The individual responsible for recording the livestream has yet to be located by Foundation personnel. The vendor of SCP-5021 claimed it came with their ordinary shipment, and that they hadn't considered them particularly noteworthy. Further investigation is ongoing. Interview Log 5021-2.1a Interviewed: SCP-5021-2 Interviewer: Dr. Lennox Foreword: SCP-5021-2 has spent the night in Foundation custody and has responded positively to an interview request. <Begin Log> Dr. Lennox: Good morning SCP-5021-2. How are you feeling? SCP-5021-2: I've had better days, not going to lie. It's proper weird, this. Dr. Lennox: Yes, I can appreciate that. You've shown an admirable amount of patience, I'm sure you have a lot of questions. SCP-5021-2: I do yeah, but after talking to the lads who took me in yesterday I don't imagine I'll be getting many answers. Dr. Lennox: I'm afraid you're right. In fact, we have a few questions for you about SCP-5021. SCP-5021-2: Honestly, ask away. The sooner everything goes back to normal, the better. Dr. Lennox: How did you first come across SCP-5021? SCP-5021-2: Me and the boys were out on the piss, so I don't remember all of it properly. Dr. Lennox: Even a rough idea would help, don't worry. SCP-5021-2: Gazza starts shouting about needing to pick up cigars, cos he's switching from cigarettes, see. So we head down to Dai's shop; only place in walking distance that sells cigars- Dr. Lennox: And this is where you discover SCP-5021? SCP-5021-2: It is, yeah. I saw it on the shelf near the cash and it looked so sketchy I couldn't help myself. I says to Dai 'how much is this, boss?' he says 'two pounds' I says- Dr. Lennox: I get the picture, SCP-5021-2, thank you. Do you remember the events prior to…the incident? SCP-5021-2: One of the boys dared me to try this backyard, homemade gum and I'm absolutely steaming so I do it right away. It tastes alright, nothing to write home about, but I remember at some point in the evening Gazza is trying to steal the gum off me, and I'm holding it above my head, because he's only little, and I say 'you can't have my…' SCP-5021-2 trails off and sighs SCP-5021-2: Then I said the name on the packet, and here we are. I'd rather not say it again, just in case. Dr. Lennox: That's understandable. I just have one more question, if that's alright. SCP-5021-2 nods Dr. Lennox: Have you experienced any other ill effects since the separation of your arm? SCP-5021-2: Oh you're on about the phantom limb feelings, are you? Dr. Lennox: You're experiencing phantom limb sensations? Go on. SCP-5021-2: Yeah, it feels like it's stuck in a fist, and it's bloody freezing. Constantly freezing. Dr. Lennox: That will be all for today SCP-5021-2, you've been extremely helpful. We'll be in touch. SCP-5021-2: So when do you reckon I'm getting out, then? I've got tickets to see Cardiff City next week. Dr. Lennox: We'll keep you informed. Thank you, SCP-5021-2. <End Log> + Addendum 5021.2.A - collapse Addendum 5021.2.A I have compiled any notable observations from my sessions with SCP-5021-2 here.- Dr. Lennox. Date: 06/23/18 Notes: Subject has noted that they are unable to grow facial hair. Though basic observation proves this to be true, medical analysis of SCP-5021-2 reveals no alteration, anomalous or otherwise, to subject's hair follicles. Date: 11/12/18 Notes: After several weeks of requesting, I have informed SCP-5021-2, with Site Director approval, that the general population, their family included, believe SCP-5021-2 to be missing, presumed dead. Subject did not respond to any questions after hearing this. After 2 minutes subject indicates they anticipated this being the case, and that they'd like to be alone. Subject was unwilling to communicate for 5 weeks following this session - Dr. Lennox Date: ██/██/19 Notes: SCP-5021-2 was heard shouting and complaining of pain in their arm. After the apparent pain had subsided SCP-5021-2 described the sensation as "an intense burning, like someone was holding his arm in a pizza oven." Foundation deep space satellites observed an unpredicted supernova along the trajectory path of SCP-5021-2's anomalous limb on ██/██/██ in the [REDACTED] galaxy. Credible cover story has been planted in civilian scientific journals successfully. While there is no guarantee this cosmic event is the result of SCP-5021-2, it is considered likely. The distance of the event from Earth and the date the Foundation recovered SCP-5021-2 would suggest the subject's arm has been traveling faster than light for at least ███ months. - Dr. Rhys Date: 11/05/28 Notes: SCP-5021-2 vocalizes a concern that many staff on site have: SCP-5021-2 has not visibly aged during its stay with the Foundation. SCP-5021-2's hair, toenails and fingernails do not grow or decay. It appears their body is a 'stasis' of sorts. It can be assumed that any individual that experiences an incident similar to SCP-5021-2's can expect to experience similar effects. SCP-5021-2 expresses concern that although it has spent several years with the Foundation, it feels as though it is no closer to release. Date: ██/██/██ Notes: Today was the last meeting I had with SCP-5021-2. I honestly thought he'd be here the day I retired. See Interview Log 5021-2.42p. + Interview Log 5021-2.42p - hide this content Interview Log 5021-2.42p Interviewed: SCP-5021-2 Interviewer: Dr. Lennox Foreword: SCP-5021-2 has requested an interview earlier than the scheduled session. <Begin Log> Dr. Lennox: How are you feeling, SCP-5021-2? SCP-5021-2: Same as usual, I suppose. I'm miserable in here, I read the paper and everything is miserable. I sit here and watch everyone age around me. Days feel like they're going in fast motion, but at least I still have my good looks. Dr. Lennox: Your sense of humour, too. SCP-5021-2: You've got to use what you can to cope with being doomed. Dr. Lennox: How do you figure you're doomed? Is that what you wanted to talk to me about? SCP-5021-2 sighs SCP-5021-2: Do you fancy listening to a story about my nan? Dr. Lennox: Of course, I'm a big fan. SCP-5021-2: See, I knew you'd think she was a legend. Now, as you know, she works with old people, or, worked with them before retiring, herself. There was this old boy, Arthur, and he'd seen it all, right? He was in both the wars, he's been knocking around forever, old Arthur, right? Dr. Lennox: Right. SCP-5021-2: Now, one day Arthur decides he's had a gut's full of life; he can't walk to the bookies because his hips gave out, and he went and outlived both his kids, and his wife, so he doesn't even have anybody to complain to about it. So he gets the injection. Dr. Lennox: He opted for euthanasia? SCP-5021-2: He did, but here's the thing, see: I thought when you get the injection that that's it, job done, stick him with a needle and off to sleep, but no. It takes about ten days. Ten days of just wandering around waiting to die. My nan said it was like feeding a corpse. I'm not too different from Arthur, see, Just different medicine. I don't know what's going to happen to me, but it's not going to be nice, is it? Dr. Lennox: I understand your fear, SCP-5021-2. To be frank, your case is somewhat unique. You bringing up euthanasia worries me, though. Is it something you've considered? SCP-5021-2: Not really, like. I've been thinking about the comparison a lot, is all. Dr. Lennox: Well that's hardly encouraging. We can schedule extra sessions and try a broader variety of recreational activities going forward, if you'd like? SCP-5021-2 rubs his stump and sighs SCP-5021-2: I don't think it's going to matter soon. Dr. Lennox glances at a notification on her phone Dr. Lennox: I'm afraid I'm going to have to cut today's meeting short, SCP-5021-2. We'll pick this up in a few hours. SCP-5021-2: Alright, I can't imagine I'd be doing anything else. <End Log> + Incident Report 5021.2 - hide this content Incident Report 5021.2 On ██/██/42 at 12:42 SCP-5021-2 breached containment while sitting in the site cafeteria. Subject accelerated at speeds far surpassing the speed of light at an angle of 9° from the ground. Subject reportedly did not move from seated position during this incident. The incident left several holes in SCP-5021-2's wake, caused a sonic boom in the site cafeteria, and, most grievously, the object's Faster Than Light properties created a ██m localized temporal distortion field within Site-288's cafeteria. Enough structural damage occured that a complete reconstruction of the site was necessary. It's terrible what happened, yes, but I can't stop thinking about the scenario if it had happened a few hours later, or a few hours sooner, and the Earth wasn't in such a fortuitous position. -Dr. Rhys ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5021" by Cookielia, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5021. Licensed under CC-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-5022 | safe | Item #: SCP-5022 Special Containment Procedures: Until testing is completed, all specimens of SCP-5022 are to be stored in a communal water tank, which is fitted with a water filtration device to ensure containment integrity. For research purposes, a camera system has been set up inside and outside the containment tank to constantly monitor the condition of all SCP-5022 specimens. Description: SCP-5022 is the collective designation for the disembodied heads of twenty-nine children of varying gender and ethnicity, all of which demonstrate the ability to reanimate when submerged in water. When active, SCP-5022 will move around the available area despite the lack of any visible means of propulsion, inspecting any foreign objects in a curious manner. When more than one SCP-5022 specimen is active within the same area, they will interact by crashing into each other at high speeds. The reason for this behaviour is unknown. Although all SCP-5022 specimens remain silent when under direct observation, surveillance footage shows that when research personnel are not present all specimens will giggle and laugh loudly, despite their lack of vocal organs. When removed from water, an SCP-5022 specimen will become inert and cease all signs of life until returned. Addendum 5022-1 (Discovery): SCP-5022 was recovered from the home of elementary school teacher Dale Crawton on 21/06/2019, following the disappearance of his entire class during school hours. When authorities arrived at his home to question him, Mr. Crawton was absent, but all specimens of SCP-5022 were present in a water tank in his garage. Following initial containment, Agents were dispatched to locate Mr. Crawton, finally encountering him as he was attempting to flee the state. Despite attempts at negotiation, a chase ensued, culminating with Mr. Crawton driving off the end of the local pier. Inspection of the vehicle showed that he had been killed instantly during the crash via decapitation. No personal possessions were found in Mr. Crawton's vehicle during investigation, save for a water-damaged copy of J. M. Barrie's Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens in his breast pocket. Addendum 5022-2 (Communication Attempts): On three separate occasions, an SCP-5022 specimen has deviated from its usual pattern of behaviour by expelling a large bubble from its mouth. This bubble has then risen upwards through the water, forming words before quickly breaking apart. These messages have been as follows: swimming never ever grow up im hapy [sic] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5022" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5022. Licensed under CC-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-5023 | keter | Special Containment Procedures: All activities and buildings related to the storage, creation, or use of landmines, plastic explosives weighing less than two kilograms, and other small conventional explosives (Including, but not limited to; Tannerite, Thermite, Semtex) are to be monitored by the SCP Foundation for SCP-5023 events. If an event is confirmed to have happened or is currently ongoing, Mobile Task Force Sigma-301 ("Rainy Day") should be deployed to the location to protect bystanders, provide emergency services, and disarm any active explosives if possible. Description: SCP-5023 is a phenomenon that occurs when 6 or more humans are within 100 meters of a large supply of explosives, causing all subjects to engage in an extremely dangerous game of "Ultimate Frisbee." No participants will be harmed during the proceedings, but structures and objects will be damaged or destroyed as normal. The events that occur during an SCP-5023 event are consistent across all documented cases and are presented below. Personnel will stop working and begin to talk amongst themselves, even if doing so is potentially dangerous. A man with a tank top and muscular build1 and a woman with a lacerated and bleeding foot2 will approach the subjects and ask if they would like to play Ultimate Frisbee. Despite the odd appearance of the two entities, most subjects will agree.3 SCP-5023-B will begin to explain the rules to the subjects while SCP-5023-A will begin to clear an area and shape the explosives by hand. SCP-5023-B will then offer the subjects a wrist band in the colors red or blue.4 The game will commence and be played until the supply of explosives is depleted. Participants are largely immune to physical damage during the game, believed to be a by-product of the bracelet. Attempts to recover a bracelet for testing have failed. Both SCP-5023-A and -B have evaded Foundation capture but provided a single interview in 2012. Remote Interview | SCP-5023 Close Interview Interview conducted by Doctor Alexandra Virgil via drone. [BEGIN LOG] [SCP-5023-B can be seen shouting across the field outside of a munitions factory in [REDACTED].] SCP-5023-B: Get some water! You've been playing hard! [A man can be seen holding a landmine while another man throws punches at it in a manner similar to a boxing coach and a boxer. The second man makes contact, detonating the mine and launching the pair an unknown distance apart. Both sit up and begin laughing.] SCP-5023-B: Alright. You a new player? Love me some robots. Dr. Virgil: No? This is a remote-controlled drone, not a real robot. SCP-5023-A: [Off-Screen.] Hey, don't talk about yourself like that. Obstacles only exist in your mind, brother. Pump some iron and make it real. Dr. Virgil: Are… Is that a joke? SCP-5023-B: No jokes here, Robrother. We're all about self-improvement. He's getting ready for the Olympics and I'm learning to firewalk. All mind over matter. Dr. Virgil: I'm not gonna touch that. Okay. Why are you playing Ultimate Frisbee with highly dangerous explosives? SCP-5023-A: It's all about satisfying the most primal of human urges. [Pause.] Sorry if the human bit is insensitive. Dr. Virgil: You're, nevermind. When you say, "most primal of human urges," do you mean adrenaline? A sense of danger? SCP-5023-B: Nah, man. We're no strangers to extreme sports and all, but we mean the human need to play Ultimate. Dr. Virgil: The what. SCP-5023-A: You know, when you pick up anything circulastic or round and you just feel like you gotta throw it like a frisbee? That. Dr. Virgil: Okay, but why explosives? SCP-5023-B: Flying is great. [Pause.] I don't wanna cut this short, but we should get back to it. My buddy sent me a new frisbee I can't wait to try out. [SCP-5023 can be seen withdrawing a modified Roomba vacuum cleaner from its bag.] SCP-5023-B: Special edition for DC. Pretty neat, huh? Hey, catch! [END LOG] Attempts to take SCP-5023-A and SCP-5023-B into custody are ongoing. Property damages caused by both entities exceeds 36 billion dollars. Footnotes 1. Designated SCP-5023-A 2. Designated SCP-5023-B 3. Contrary to some similar anomalies, subjects suffer no compulsion to engage with the entities. 4. This is the last point that a participant can safely opt-out. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5023" by Dyslexion, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5023. Licensed under CC-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-5024 | keter | Interior of SCP-5024. Photograph taken by a now-nameless Agent during exploration. Item #: SCP-5024 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the extradimensional location of SCP-5024, and the temporary nature of its access points, physical containment is not possible. All efforts are to instead be focused on discovering a consistent method of entering SCP-5024, as well as preventing potential victims from accessing one of its temporary entrances. As part of these preliminary containment procedures, Mobile Task Force Sampi-6 (“Imaginary Numbers”) are authorized to work alongside pre-approved members of GoI-α-019 (“The Serpent’s Hand”). These procedures are awaiting update following neutralization. Description: SCP-5024 is an extradimensional infovorous entity which targets members of the thaumaturgical community. Due to being located outside of the standard existential paradigm, SCP-5024 can only be accessed specifically through the Rosen-Fortune Bridges1 that it specifically hijacks. Ordinarily, these Rosen-Fortune Bridges transport the user to a range of different locations following the execution of a certain set of actions, but once a hijacked Bridge is activated the user is taken immediately to the interior of SCP-5024. No pattern has yet been discerned as to which Bridges are hijacked at any given time, and the length of time a Bridge is hijacked seems to be similarly random. Physically, SCP-5024 is an abandoned building of uncertain size primarily composed of stone and wood. The interior of SCP-5024 superficially resembles an enormous library; however, all shelves present are empty and any books recovered have been found to be full of blank pages. No exterior to the building has yet been identified, as all windows present have only shown a black void outside even when other parts of SCP-5024 should logically be visible. SCP-5024 cannot be exited using the Bridge that the victim took to get there, but other methods of instantaneous transportation have proven effective. Extended exposure to the interior of SCP-5024 will result in gradual informative digestion. This will begin with the loss of surface details, such as the name of the victim and recent memories, but gradually progress until it is impossible for the victim to be identified as extant by others or themselves2. While ordinarily information loss as a result of this process will only affect the direct victim, this is not the case if said victim either possesses or is a primary source for another piece of information of greater nutritional value3. In these cases, SCP-5024 will use the victim as a direct link to said piece of information, which is erased from all records following consumption, including human memory. Believed to be a photograph of Charles Dupuis taken in 1875. Note that while all records of information consumed in this way are erased, other forms of evidence will still remain, confirming that no actual changes to prior events take place. As the nature of SCP-5024 means that it exclusively targets the users of Rosen-Fortune Bridges, the Foundation was unaware of its existence until members of GoI-α-019 (“The Serpent’s Hand”) reached out and provided documentation of its existence alongside a request for assistance. Addendum 5024-1 (Archived Documentation) The following is an excerpt from a letter believed to be have been sent by the original creator of SCP-5024, French occultist Charles Dupuis, to an as-of-yet unidentified individual. It is believed that, at some point, all information pertaining to Charles Dupuis was consumed by SCP-5024; however, the records sent to the Foundation survived due to their storage in an anti-dimensional archive4. My comrade in the pursuit of truth, I find myself agreeing with you more and more when I watch the masses mill about the Wanderer's Library. It is a true shame what that den of learning has fallen to. When knowledge is put into the hands of those unqualified to properly use it, what can it yield but disaster? It is troubling in the extreme. With this in mind, and with your suggestions in our last meeting, I have been thinking about how I can best help the cause on. It cannot be helped now that the Library is abandoned - the well of knowledge there is poisoned by unworthy hands. But as a schematic the value of that place cannot be denied. The Wanderer's Library is of course now worthless, but must another Library be the same? Surely if we but craft a similar space, set it to stock its shelves by its own will, we could achieve a resource of equal worth in but a short time. I've set upon the preparations already. When next we meet, I would appreciate your thoughts on the matter. Charles Dupuis Additional resources sent by GoI-α-019 included numerous thaumaturgical blueprints for the creation of a self-maintaining extradimensional space, as well as a list of previously hijacked Rosen-Fortune Bridges. Upon analysis of this information, and a consensus among Command staff that the continued existence of SCP-5024 posed an unacceptable threat to historical consistency, the order to neutralize SCP-5024 was approved. In order to receive more intelligence to expedite this task, cooperation with the members of GoI-α-019 who had sent the information was approved. Due to their existing familiarity with the occult community and prior experience with thaumaturgical threats, this mission was assigned to Mobile Task Force Sampi-6 (“Imaginary Numbers”). Addendum 2 (Negotiation Log) On 03/02/2020, in order to share information and negotiate cooperation, members of MTF Sampi-6 met with members of GoI-α-019 at the Ecap alled Èffac in Rome, a space adjacent to the Caffè della Pace. Attending Individuals (MTF Sampi-6) Attending Individuals (GoI-α-019) MTF Sampi-6-1, Michael Flammia. Commander of MTF-Sampi-6 with prior experience with a range of occultist groups due to activities during youth. PoI-2232 ("JACK"), reality bending entity of unknown capabilities. Wanted under various names for a number of petty crimes worldwide. Inconsistent appearance, generally appears as a young male with bright red hair. MTF Sampi-6-2, Sarah Locke. Expert in transportation techniques from a range of thaumaturgic disciplines. Primarily responsible for extracting MTF Sampi-6 from a location when the need arises. PoI-2233 ("The Bride"), believed inter-dimensional traveler. Although outwardly human, it is believed her psychology and inner biology are significantly different. MTF Sampi-6-3, Abiola Buhle. Trained in primarily offensive thaumaturgy, including Pythagorean dissasembly and a number of Gygax-derived attack techniques. Responsible for neutralization of threats not vulnerable to conventional combat. PoI-2234 ("Red-832"), one of many replica homunculi of PoI-299 ("Red"). Upon creation, was assigned to mastery of Athenian combat pyromancy. Bald, red-skinned humanoid. MTF Sampi-6-4, Tyra Jansson. Trained in a range of divination techniques including geomancy, hydromancy, aeromancy, chiromancy and spatulamancy. Responsible for reconnaissance in the field. PoI-2235 ("Joe Smith"), amateur thaumaturgist who is believed to have initially wandered through a Rosen-Fortune Bridge by accident. Intelligence suggests they are employed as a mathematics teacher and are a father of two. Middle-aged man with glasses and a mustache. <Begin Log> (All parties present take their seats.) Flammia: It's a nice place you have here. JACK: Isn't it just? Latin does her work well. Flammia: I imagine you don't have to wait in line here, either. JACK: (laughs) That is a benefit, yes. It's too bad we won't be able to come here anymore. Flammia: Why's that? Red-832: Because once we're done here, you Jailors5 will descend on this place like vultures. The Bride: (unintelligible) JACK: Well, maybe not in so many words, but that is a concern. (Pause.) Joe Smith: Boy, this is some good coffee! (Pause.) Flammia: I understand. Locke? Locke: Right. (clears throat) In exchange for your cooperation in this matter, the Foundation is willing to offer further leniency to venues like this, where normalcy is not impacted. Red-832: Are you reading that off of something? Locke: I'm not, no. Buhle: She just has it memorized. (laughs) Was reading it to herself the whole way here! Jansson: (chuckles) Locke: A little bit of professionalism, please, if it isn't too difficult. (Pause.) JACK: Leniency. That's a, uh, that's a tricksy word. I should know, I use them a lot. Exactly how, ah, how lenient are you going to be? Flammia: We won't interfere at all unless the public starts to notice you. JACK: How generous. The Bride: (unintelligible) JACK: Yes, yes, I'll ask. I'm afraid quite a few members of our little - well, I can't really call it an organization - are in your custody. I don't suppose they could walk free? (Pause.) Flammia: That would depend on who you're talking about. JACK: Neo-Odin? Flammia: Absolutely not. JACK: (shrugs) Ah, didn't think so. Hate the guy anyway. Joe Smith: Which one is he? Red-832: The robot. Joe Smith: Oh. Oh. I didn't like him either - he was a real bad apple. Locke: If we could get back on topic. Due to your familiarity with SCP-5024 - (JACK sits up and points at Locke.) JACK: Ooh! Ooh! Did you hear that? They've given it a number! That's so official! The Bride: (unintelligible) (Pause. JACK sits back down.) JACK: (clears throat) Ah, please continue. (Pause.) Locke: Due to your familiarity with SCP-5024, the Foundation would like to enlist your cooperation in a joint mission to enter the anomaly in question and neutralize it. Red-832: How? Buhle: Oh, we've got a way. Don't you worry. Jansson: Mm. Red-832: Which is? Flammia: You'll have access to that information once we have you on board. Security reasons. (Pause.) JACK: Before we agree, I have a question. Flammia: Of course. JACK: We're technically Foundation employees for a little bit if we agree to this, right? Do we get a code-name? What's our code-name going to be? (Pause.) JACK: That's a yes, by the way. <End Log> Addendum 3 (Neutralization Log) The following is a record of the actions taken by MTF Sampi-6 ("Imaginary Numbers") and members of GoI-α-019 on 27/02/2020 in order to neutralize SCP-5024. Upon initial entry into SCP-5024, the group was equipped with the following assets: Layered informative defenses. These were created via the conversion of a significant amount of junk data, such as duplicate maintenance records and minutes of non-vital meetings, into a conceptual barrier surrounding each member of MTF Sampi-6. Similar defenses were created for the members of GoI-α-019. These were constructed on the premise that SCP-5024 would have to digest the massive amount of junk data before it could begin directly consuming information related to the individuals themselves. Ten pre-written disassembly theorems capable of reducing a human-sized threat to atoms. As these require understanding of the mathematic principles involved to use, these were put into the possession of MTF Sampi-6-3. Eight magic word squares designed according to the Abramelinal discipline, inscribed with terms allowing for instantaneous transportation out of SCP-5024. One magic word square was placed into the possession of each member of MTF Sampi-6 and the individuals from GoI-α-019. Materials allowing on-site divination by MTF Sampi-6-4. Divination prior to the mission indicated an acceptable chance of success. A sealed container holding a toxiphrase created through precise manipulation of existing terms. Consumption of the toxiphrase by SCP-5024 would result in a negative reaction that would destabilize it and cause its metaphysical collapse. Entry into SCP-5024 was performed through application of Morris dancing at the entrance of the Rosen-Fortune Bridge. <Begin Log> (All individuals present are transported to a large room in SCP-5024. The room represents the main hall of a library, save for the lack of any books on the shelves. The only source of light is from lamps present on each of the four large tables in the room.) (JACK takes a step into the room, swinging his arms and laughing.) JACK: I have to say, you guys have some moves. Flammia: Sound off. Locke: Roger, sir. Buhle: Roger. Jansson: Mm-hmm. (Pause.) Joe Smith: Ah, uh, should I be doing that? Red-832: If you want to, I suppose. The Bride: (unintelligible) (Mobile Task Force Sampi-6 fan out throughout the room, pointing their weapons in front of them.) Flammia: JACK? JACK: Yes, my liege? Flammia: We need to apply the toxiphrase right at the heart of its thing, to make sure it circulates. The information it's eating from our defenses - can you tell where it's going? JACK: Well, I'm a man of stories myself, so it shouldn't be too difficult. (He licks his finger and holds it up into the air.) Hm … that-a-way. (He points out into an adjoining hallway.) Flammia: Right. Move in! (The group moves into the hallway, with Flammia and Locke at the front and Buhle and Jansson at the back. The members of GoI-α-019 march between them.) JACK: This place is really so very interesting. Invisible roots sucking up the information, dragging it kicking and screaming through hallways like veins … which, of course, implies the existence of a heart. I'm really having a good time, you guys. Joe Smith: Um, ah, JACK? JACK: Yes, my erstwhile comrade? Joe Smith: I'm just thinking … ah, how much good am I going to do here? I mean - I have to pick my kids up by three, so… (Locke turns to look at them.) Locke: We were told you were combat-ready. JACK: That he is, that he is! Don't you worry your little heads! (quietly, to Joe Smith) It's fine, don't worry about it. I'll see ya right, bud. (JACK suddenly stops.) JACK: Something's coming. (The group suddenly stops, and the members of MTF Sampi-6 aim their weapons in the direction JACK is looking. Around the corner, something can be heard dragging itself across the floor.) Buhle: This place was empty every other time we got somebody in. Every single time. JACK: You weren't trying to kill it every other time. (A misshapen, wet hand appears from around the corner and the owner of the hand uses it to drag itself into view. The technical specifications of the Model M Ford shamble around the corner, clicking and gurgling. It reaches out with its other hand.) Buhle: (rubbing eyes) The hell am I looking at? Red-832: Lumps of loose information. This place is smashing them together and sending them after us. Flammia: You're looking at the enemy, Buhle. Eyes straight. (The technical specifications of the Model M Ford leap at the group, screaming. All members of MTF Sampi-6 fire upon the specifications, and they fall down to the ground, leaking a dark green liquid.) JACK: I don't think this will be as simple as you expected. Flammia: Murphy's law, my friend. Murphy's law. Best to expect this sort of thing. Locke: Bullets work, at least. The Bride: (unintelligible) JACK: No, not yet. (looks up) There are more. (Jansson presses a button on her collar, and it emits a high-pitched screech. All parties present turn in their direction. On the side of the hallway she is facing, the name, date of birth and childhood memories of Jakob Holt are charging forward, shivering heavily and laughing.) Flammia: Fire! (All members of MTF Sampi-6 fire upon the attackers, but they are considerably more resistant to bullets and take several seconds to go down. At the same time, the wall to the side of them bursts inwards and the executive order of William Henry Harrison begins forcing its massive body through the gap with two of its grasping limbs.) Buhle: Fuck me! (Red-832 retrieves a candle from their jacket pocket, lights it, and waves a hand. The flame instantly disappears from the candle and the executive order of William Henry Harrison bursts into flame instead, being reduced to ash in the space of a few seconds. A moment later, the candle in Red-832's hand also decomposes into ash.) (Further enemies - at least ten - are visible entering the hallway behind the corpses of Jakob Holt's name, date of birth and childhood memories.) Flammia: They're going to keep coming so long as we're here. JACK, lead the way. We need to kill this thing and get out of here as soon as possible. JACK: Roger, roger! (JACK begins moving down the opposite end of the hallway, with the rest of the group following after him. Buhle and Jansson provide covering fire as the group moves.) (Steven Spielberg's E.T. II: Nocturnal Fears charges down the hallway towards JACK on two massive arms, roaring.) (JACK spits out what appears to be a seed of some description and drops it onto the ground. Immediately, a plant of considerable size bursts out of the ground and its vines converge around E.T. II, gripping and crushing it. It falls to the ground, dead.) (Classic of Music and The Seventh Universe of the Prophet Hieralias burst out from E.T. II's corpse. The Seventh Universe of the Prophet Hieralias is easily dispatched via gunfire, but Classic of Music is covered in armored plates which make it considerably more durable.) Flammia: (shouting) Locke, switch with Buhle! (Locke does so. As Buhle moves up, he retrieves a theorem from his pack and begins reading from it as Classic of Music charges forward, raising its scythe-like arms. As Buhle completes the theorem, Classic of Music pauses and, a second later, is reduced to a fine mist.) Buhle: How long is this goddamn hallway?! Jansson: (Nods.) Joe Smith: Aw, jeez … I don't feel so good… Locke: Everyone just cover me for a second! (As Locke begins setting up a holographic thaumaturgic circle, the group cover her. As JACK dispatches Love's Labour's Won with an ax which has suddenly appeared in his hands, a tendril resembling an eel lashes out from beneath the Bride's veil and rips off one of the heads of The Magic Harp.) (A moment later, the circle appears around the group and a corresponding barrier is erected around its border. The various entities are unable to breach it, and beat against it with their limbs.) Locke: (to Flammia) Forwards or backwards? Flammia: Forwards. Nothing has changed. JACK: I just really want to take a moment and let everyone know how much I'm enjoying myself. Are you enjoying yourselves, too? Joe Smith: (vomits) (Locke places her hand in the center of the circle and the area the barrier covers, including the section of floor they are standing on, begins surging down the hallway at extremely high speeds. Within the space of a few seconds the barrier becomes opaque as a result of splattered fluids from the numerous entities it is colliding with.) Locke: Two more seconds! (The movement stops, and a second later the barrier disappears. The gathered fluid collapses onto the group. All present members of MTF Sampi-6 wipe their visors clean. Numerous tendrils emerge from the Bride's veil and lick the fluid off her clothing.) Joe Smith: (vomits again) Red-832: That's foul. Jansson: Mm. Flammia: It was that or dying. Eyes up. (The group are now in a large chamber with numerous other hallways terminating at various openings in the walls and ceiling. The room is lined with empty shelves, and strings of light are visible flowing from the shelves to an object hovering in the middle of the room.) JACK: (quietly) The information's clearer here. Strawberry flavored. (The object in the center of the room resembles a massive human heart composed of wood and stone, with the impressions of constantly changing words running along its surface. As the strings of lights enter the object through numerous holes along its surface, a loud chewing sound can be heard.) Flammia: There's our target. Buhle: Theorem, boss? Flammia: Bigger than a human, Buhle. Not our first resort, at the very least. See if the toxiphrase works first. (The group steps towards the heart, which flails and screams in a deep human voice.) Heart: The boiling point of lemonade is 100 degrees Celsius! The House of Hapsburg is believed by the public to have died out in the 18th Century! Walt Disney was born on the fifth of December, 1901! I! I! I! (A gap opens in the ceiling and the location of The Lost Army of Cambyses begins pouring through the hole, snarling with its multitude of heads and mouths. It lashes out with a tentacle and tears off the Bride's left arm. She does not visibly react, save for a slight rustling beneath her veil.) Heart: I! I! I! (The group fires on the location of The Lost Army of Cambyses as it fully enters the chamber using one of its spindly, pointed limbs. Red-832 assaults it with several bursts of blue flame using his candles, but the fires go out shortly after making contact with the enemy. In addition, JACK creates another plant in an attempt to force the enemy back into the hole, but it is of insufficient durability and is torn apart by the location's advance.) Heart: I! I! I! My kingdom! My home! My brain! Locke: We need to extract, sir! We're not equipped for this! (Armored plating begins to cover the location of The Lost Army of Cambyses' hide, rendering gunfire ineffectual. It roars.) (JACK turns to Joe Smith.) JACK: Joseph, I would absolutely love it if you'd show me that party trick again. Joe Smith: Well, ah, jeez, are you sure this is the time, bud?! JACK: (bows theatrically) Absolutely. Take it away, my friend! (As the enemy fully enters the chamber, it falls down to the ground and takes a defensive position in front of the heart.) (Joe Smith takes a step forward, retrieving a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and smoothing it over.) Joe Smith: Now, ah, if I remember the words right, I'm supposed to say - (The enemy lunges forward at him.) Joe Smith: Rhyx Mianeth6? (A bright red light engulfs the chamber, and the location of the Lost Army is sent flying backwards into the wall, where it collapses into a quivering mass.) (An entity which is simultaneously a swarm of human-faced locusts and a fully nude headless human male of abnormal size7 is standing in front of Joe Smith. A moment later, it charges towards the mass on the other side of the room and begins physically tearing it apart with its jaws and/or hands.) (The chamber, as well as the extradimensional space, are collapsing, as chunks of wood and stone fall from the ceiling and the floor breaks apart, revealing a black void beneath.) (The heart screams loudly, shifting in appearance to resemble the face of Charles Dupuis. It gnashes its teeth and flails wildly as the chamber continues to collapse.) Heart: Mine! Mine! Mine! Locke: It's over. We're extracting! Red-832: No, this place will just reform if we leave it! We need to finish the job. (Pause.) Flammia: You lot extract. I'll finish the job here. JACK: (stepping forward) Well, ah, forgive me if I'm out of turn - which I usually am, haha - but it seems that as a denizen of the Library, it'd be good form for me to finish this piece of Library business, eh? (Pause.) Flammia: I see where you're coming from, friend. But the Garden is the Serpent's place. (Pause.) JACK: (sighs) Ah. Thought I recognized you. Good luck to you, then. (All members of MTF Sampi-6, save for Flammia, and all members of GoI-α-019 evacuate through use of magic word squares. Jansson lingers for a moment prior to evacuating.) Heart: My kingdom! My brain! My will! Mine! (Sealed container in hand, Flammia runs towards the heart, dodging out of the way of numerous chunks of rock and informative entities that fall from above.) Heart: Mine! (He rolls out of the way of a strike from the heart's tongue and leaps over a growing hole in the floor. Reaching the other side, he grabs onto the heart by the eyelid with one hand, while the other holds the sealed container. The heart screeches in pain.) Heart: Thieves! Commoners! Parasites! Flammia: Oi! (The heart pauses its ranting and its pupils shift to stare directly at Flammia. The sealed container opens.) Flammia: [DATA EXPUNGED], dickhead. (Video lost.) <End Log> The destruction of the SCP-5024 extradimensional space was confirmed immediately after. As the consequences of existing outside a specific universe are variable and inconsistent, Michael Flammia has been declared missing in action pending confirmation of his status. Addendum 4 (Further Exchange with GoI-α-019) Although the members of GoI-α-019 left the area with haste shortly following their emergence from SCP-5024, the Foundation received further communication from them a week later in the form of several objects that appeared within Site-22. These objects consisted of: A coiled-together eel which regenerates any physical damage within the span of several seconds. Tentatively designated SCP-████. A candle which, when lit, does not go out without direct interference on the part of the one who lit it. Tentatively designated SCP-████. A small, spider-like creature which cures any physical condition affecting the bowels within its range. Tentatively designated SCP-████. A genetically normal dairy cow. They were accompanied by the following note: We really do appreciate everything you've done, but some of our comrades don't seem to look on our little 'alliance' so happily, so it's best we don't meet face-to-face again. Still, we had fun. Don't you worry, though. We'll find your boy. J Attempts to trace the current location of PoI-2232 ("JACK") and his subordinates have proven unsuccessful. Footnotes 1. Referred to by those who frequent them as 'Ways'. 2. It is presumed that this is followed by death from thirst or starvation as the victim no longer possesses the knowledge necessary to eat or drink, however this cannot be confirmed. 3. See A.A. Gilford's In the Belly of the Thought-Eater for more information. 4. See file on PoI-1832 ("Worldmaker Yosef"). 5. Derogatory term for Foundation personnel. 6. Confirmed SOLOMON-Class summoning incantation. 7. 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SCP-5025 | esoteric-class | NOTICE This document describes an anomaly that was recently involved in a high-profile incident. Familiarity with Incident RED REVOLVER is recommended to proceed. SCP-5025-1 SCP-5025-2 Item #: SCP-5025-EX Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5025-1's cadaver is stored in the Cryogenic Biovault at Site-17. Personnel requesting access to SCP-5025-1 must receive approval from the site head and all actions involving SCP-5025-1 must be supervised by at least two site personnel. In addition, access to SCP-5025-1 will be recorded in the personnel's permanent record. SCP-5025-2 has been disassembled and its components split between three separate Safe-class lockers. Reassembly is forbidden. Description: SCP-5025 is the collective designation for two anomalies associated with the Foundation Elimination Coalition, an alliance of several Groups of Interest united under the common goal of destroying the Foundation. SCP-5025-1 is General George Bowe, the former Foundation liaison to the U.S. Military. In the late ████'s, Bowe presided over the MTF Omega-7 ("Pandora's Box") project. Prior to his "death" in ████, Bowe somehow attained an anomalous immunity to death. He became the primary figure behind the Foundation Elimination Coalition in late 2020. SCP-5025-2 is an anomalous mechanical device created by SCP-5025-1's scientific personnel. Details of SCP-5025-2's internal functions are unclear. However, it is known that SCP-5025-2 is capable of killing a wide variety of living entities. A demonstration of SCP-5025-2's usage has yet to occur. The design of SCP-5025-2 is believed to be based on that of "Cimmerian Boxes",1 several prototypes of which were stored at Site-19. History: SCP-5025-1 resurfaced at some point in late 2020. He contacted the Chaos Insurgency and used its influence as a catalyst to form the Foundation Elimination Coalition. Using the combined forces of the Chaos Insurgency, the Church of the Broken God, the Church of the Scarlet King, and numerous other Persons of Interest, the Foundation Elimination Coalition was able to capture Site-19. By November 2020, the Foundation Elimination Coalition had secured a sizable portion of Foundation sites in the West coast of the United States, as well as several others worldwide. At this point, efforts to halt Bowe's campaigns began, and Foundation sites that had previously been captured by Bowe were undergoing liberation. In response to this, SCP-5025-1 began constructing SCP-5025-2. Addendum 01: Recovered Communications The following audio log was intercepted by Foundation undercover agents at Site-19, between SCP-5025-1's office and an unknown party. <Begin Log> UNKNOWN: Your clock is ticking, Bowe. SCP-5025-1: Getting these people in order is more taxing than it might appear. I've spent all my time keeping the coalition from falling apart. UNKNOWN: I believe our deal involved you being able to retain control. SCP-5025-1: It was nearly impossible for it to even get off the ground. Given how many ideologies we're combining here, it's a miracle I've been able to keep things together. The 093 entity left for another dimension after we took Site-20. It wouldn't even listen to me after it saw the Site fall; apparently, that wasn't the reason why it was fighting. Even your men are still deserting by the dozens; I think they work best alone, to be honest. They're not the right people for the job. UNKNOWN: My sources say the Foundation is planning to take back Site-19. I don't think I have to say that if 19 falls, so does the coalition. I'd rather this not all be in vain. I'd like to know: what are you going to do? <Two gunshots ring out. Bowe screams in pain.> UNKNOWN: Bowe? Are you alright? <After some time, another gunshot rings out.> SCP-5025-1: Yes, just a minor annoyance. Assassins, and all. I think I'm going to try the plan we originally discussed. UNKNOWN: The initial plan, after all this war? That sounds wasteful. SCP-5025-1: I've been digging around in the lower levels here, and I found a device. It has Cimmerian's name on it. With some modification, I think we could make a pretty convincing god-killer. UNKNOWN: I'll trust you on this one, Bowe. Don't let us down. SCP-5025-1: I understand. <End Log> Addendum 02: Infiltration of Site-19 MEETING OF THE SITE DIRECTORS EXECUTIVE COMMITTEE OF THE WHOLE <Begin Log> Dir. Light: Let's talk about Site-19. We've stopped Bowe's advances for now, but I think we all know he's planning something. There are some energy signatures coming from Site-19 that scream "suspicious." The faster we can stop him, the better. Dr. Moose had an idea that she would like to present. Dr. Moose: Thank you, Light. First of all, our attempts to retake Site-19 by force have failed. Site-19 is simply too well-fortified at this point for us to take it without irreversibly destroying it. Why did the assassins fail, again? Colonel James: We've recovered footage, for what it's worth. Our best assassin sneaks in and shoots Bowe in the head. He falls down, he's a goner. He takes pictures and starts making the report. Two minutes later, Bowe comes back to life and shoots him back. Like the gunshot barely even bothered him. Dr. Moose: That's troubling. Colonel James: I know. He barely leaves his bunker in Site-19, anyways. That means the only option here is brute force. Dr. Moose: That segues nicely into my idea. Dr. Dan, could you please throw a cream pie in my face? Colonel James: I beg your pardon? Dir. Light: Moose, we don't have time for this. Just tell us what's going on. Dr. Moose: After the unpleasantness in 2009, I elected to be the one to hold onto SCP-050. Its actions in my office have been annoying, but tolerable. I haven't had a true office since I was routed from Site-19. Therefore, SCP-050 is still residing in Site-19, in "my" office. Dr. Moose: It hasn't seen a prank in years. If someone were to prank me sufficiently, SCP-050 would relocate to their office. Then, if I were to prank them back, it would relocate to my office. If we were to attach, say, an EMP charge to SCP-050, it would transport it into Site-19. We could disable Site-19's defenses for a sizable amount of time. Dr. Dan [REDACTED]: Also, this was partially my idea. Just wanted to get that out there. Dir. Light: That sounds overcomplicated. Why don't we just have an agent plant the charge? We already have people undercover there. Coordinating Agent Samson: No, we don't. Dir. Light: I beg your pardon? Coordinating Agent Samson: Bowe got ahold of some variant of SCP-2140, and he's plastered it all over the Site. All of my men stopped responding to radio a week ago. The signs of retroconversion were obvious. Dir. Light: Are you sure we haven't been compromised, then? <Dr. Dan [REDACTED] motions towards a whiteboard in the center of the room, containing several pro-Foundation affirmations.> Rsr. Mulciber: The Counterconceptual Division is working on a way around that. We already have a computer that can analyze a scene and determine if it contains an instance of SCP-2140-1 in under half a millisecond. This is much faster than past models of this kind. Dr. Dan [REDACTED]: For the record, I did that on purpose. Rsr. Mulciber: I don't even want to consider the ethical ramifications. Dr. Moose: Okay, so we've delivered an EMP charge into Site-19. Everything's knocked out. What happens next? It's not like we can just get a sniper to kill Bowe. Dir. Light: We don't have to kill him. What if we just capture him, and put him in a containment cell somewhere? Dr. Moose: Sounds right. Dir. Light: Once the EMP goes off, we can send in Alpha-9. Iris and Alexei are ready at a moment's notice. We've also been priming SCP-5031 for a mission like this. Dr. Moose: Hold on a minute. Sorry, we're moving too far ahead. We're forgetting something. Dir. Light: What's that? <Dr. Moose puts her briefcase on the table and opens it. Inside it is a cream pie.> <End Log> Addendum 03: Operation OPERA-CLONE <Begin Log> <Recovered footage from a camera inside Dr. Moose's former office, now SCP-5025-1's office. SCP-5025-1 is inside, communicating with someone through the computer.> <Suddenly, SCP-050 manifests on SCP-5025-1's desk, carrying an EMP charge. SCP-5025-1 yells in shock, and picks up SCP-050. The camera goes offline after the EMP detonates.> <End Log> Addendum 04: Recorded Conversation <Begin Log> <Footage from a video camera belonging to A9-3. The sounds of gunfire can be heard echoing throughout the site, as MTF Alpha-9 ("New Hope") is assaulting on-site forces. Most enemies are fleeing instead of fighting. While walking down a hallway, A9-8 motions towards the wall.> A9-8: There's something hiding in that wall panel. SCP-2273: It could be a prisoner. Let's not blow it up just yet. A9-6: Go peel it open, Alexei. SCP-2273: Why can't we have SCP-5031 do it? Isn't he immune to explosions? A9-8: We're not going to use SCP-5031 to defuse bombs. SCP-2273: Oh, but you're going to use me? I'm mortal, you know. I'll kick the bucket and die eventually. "Eventually" could be in an explosion. A9-8: Alright, fine. <To SCP-5031.> Wall. Open. <SCP-5031 emits a chirp as MTF Alpha-9 closes their eyes. It slices open the wall, but disappears from reality after a scream is heard.> Dr. Crow: Augh! Don't kill me, don't kill me! I'll tell you everything I know! I just want to live! A9-8: Kain Pathos Crow? Is that you? Dr. Crow: Wait. You're Alpha-9, aren't you? Thank God. SCP-2273: What are you doing here? <An explosion rings through the halls from the fight above.> Dr. Crow: What do you mean? At Site-19, or in the walls? A9-8: To be honest, I'm curious about both. Dr. Crow: When Bowe showed up, I figured that the best place to hide was under his nose. That way, I could be a spy, and siphon information for High Command. A9-8: We haven't heard from you since Site-19 went under. Everyone just assumed you crawled in a hole and expired. Dr. Crow: Yeah, my balls dropped about an hour in. Oh well. I've been storing food in the walls in case we ever needed to bug out, so I've been fine. I even have a GameBoy back here. You wouldn't believe what level my Pokemon are. A9-8: I don't care. One of my guys will escort you back to the base camp. Dr. Crow: Wait a minute. Who's in charge of this whole operation? A9-8: Samson and Light are running the whole shebang. Dr. Crow: Can you set up a radio with them? I need to tell them something. A9-8: I'll try. <Extraneous information redacted.> Dir. Light: So you've just been hiding this whole time? Dr. Crow: Call off the attack. Bowe has a secret weapon. Dir. Light: That he's immortal? We already know. That's why we sent New Hope: we're hoping we can capture him. Dr. Crow: Not that. He and his team of scientists are working on some kind of god-killer gun. From what I've overheard, it's supposed to be able to kill anything. Just shoots a beam and, whoops, you're eliminated from the universe. Dir. Light: So? We surprise him. He won't be able to fire the gun at all. Dr. Crow: You don't understand. There's a little bit of context here. <The conversation is interrupted by a Gearrender rounding the corner and seeing Alpha-9. A9-2 fires two rockets at the Gearrender, destroying it.> Coordinating Agent Samson: Come on, tell us. Dr. Crow: The entire coalition is held together with duct tape and jizz at this stage. The two churches are at each other's throats constantly. Even the CI folk are walking. How much resistance is there in capturing this place? I have to imagine there isn't much. Coordinating Agent Samson: How do you know all this? Dr. Crow: I've had nothing to do for the past four months but play Pokemon and listen to people. Dir. Light: How does the god-killer factor into this? Dr. Crow: I don't think Bowe is going for domination anymore. He's trying to aim for the throat. I'm not too keen on anomalous theory nowadays, but I remember that a lot of it comes from Apex-tier Pluripotent entities. Gods: Mekhane, Yogurtbreath, et cetera. Bowe wants to kill them. He think it'll cause the anomalous to cease to exist. Dir. Light: Won't that cause reality to cease to exist too? Dr. Crow: Hell if I know, not my field. He's going to hold them hostage. I don't know what he wants, but I don't think it's gonna end up pretty. Coordinating Agent Samson: Let him do it. If nothing's anomalous anymore, that'd make my day. Actually, that'd make the rest of my life. Dir. Light: Where is Bowe now? Coordinating Agent Samson: He's getting together an escort to take him out of the site. He's in the North Wing of the Clef Building. A9-8: Great, we'll be there. We'll try to swipe the device off his hands before he can activate it. SCP-2273: Bowe's bluffing. This all sounds ridiculous. He's going to kill the gods? And that somehow makes everything anomalous stop being anomalous? It's absurd! A9-8: Either way, we should still probably stop him. A9-5, can you take Crow back to the base? Dr. Crow: Wait, give me a second to grab my GameBoy. Djoric's not going to believe that I caught a shiny Latios. Dir. Light: Dr. Djoric's been retired for years, Crow. Dr. Crow: Really? Damn. <End Log> Addendum 05: Death of SCP-5025-1 <Begin Log> <Footage is from a body camera held by A9-8. The detachment of MTF Alpha-9 ("New Hope") is standing outside of SCP-5025-1's chamber.> SCP-5025-1: You can come in now, by the way. <Silence.> SCP-2273: <Whispering> He's holding a box with a gun barrel on it. I can't see what's inside. It's covered with lead, or something else that's dense. SCP-5025-1: …alternatively, you don't come in. That's fine. It's not like it makes much of a difference anyways. A9-7: What's he talking about? A9-4: His weapon, maybe? SCP-5025-1: The gun I hold in my hand can kill anything. That's what Cimmerian's intentions were, weren't they? One shot fells the strongest man, or the most powerful god. One shot can even kill me. <SCP-5025-1 erupts into a sudden fit of laughter.> SCP-5025-1: Oh, hell, what am I saying? I'm not a god. I'm barely even a man at this point. I'm a ghost! I'm a god damned ghost! A9-8: I think he's bonkers. <A9-8 rounds the corner and faces SCP-5025-1.> A9-8: Put down the weapon, Bowe. You're surrounded. There's nowhere for you to go. SCP-5025-1: You know what? You're completely right. I'm trapped here. My only options are surrender, or go out shooting. I'm not about to say I'm not a good shot, but there's no way I can shoot my way out of this. <SCP-5025-1 enters a coughing fit. He doubles over, still holding SCP-5025-2.> SCP-5025-1: In fact, there's no way I'm making it out of this alive. The Foundation's going to string up my body like a trophy. You're going to kill me. The Foundation wins again, just like it's won for the past fifty years. Woop-de-doo! A9-8: We have orders to capture you alive. Put the device down. SCP-5025-1: Oh ho ho! You're going to leave me alive? Best joke I've heard all day. I've gotten everything I've wanted, actually. I'd bet an arm and a leg that High Command already knows that. Sooner or later, they're going to kill me. <SCP-5025-1 laughs.> SCP-5025-1: They're going to kill me. There's a special level of Hell for people like me, I think. My gut's telling me there's only one way out of there. I'm not giving you the catharsis of finding out. <SCP-5025-1 points SCP-5025-2 up at his head and fires. His head explodes into viscera and his body collapses.> A9-8: Shit! Director Light, Bowe shot himself. Should we still take his body? Dir. Light: Yes. He's going to come back to life. A9-8: Ten-four. Five, seven, take his body. I'll grab the Cimmerian Box. Let's get out of here. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-5025-1 was not resurrected after the incident. SCP-5025-2 was secured and brought to Site-31. After SCP-5025-1's death, most Foundation Elimination Coalition troops were routed from the Site, and it was recaptured by the Foundation. Although the Foundation Elimination Coalition was dissolved, isolated sects still continue to operate. Missions are being mounted to eliminate these sects. Involved Groups of Interest have generally disassociated from eachother. SCP-5025 has been reclassified as Safe. Addendum 06: Reclassification + T-557 Authorization Required - Authorization Granted One, The lab results came back negative. There's nothing anomalous about SCP-5025-2. We've tested it on some choice entities. Then we tested it on ordinary D-class personnel wearing Kevlar vests. Then we disassembled it. SCP-5025-2 appears to be nothing except for an ordinary gun, if not greater in size and more impractical. We've also taken a look at the cadaver. It's completely clean. None of the tell-tale signs that his biology was changed. There could always be something we missed; for the most part, it seems to confirm that he was never immortal. You know the forest behind Site-89, where Bowe was originally buried? We found the grave. There were enough water bottles in there to last for decades, maybe even centuries. One of the agents taste-tested it; it's definitely SCP-006. RAISA spent years making sure Bowe's influence on the database was completely gone. Now, everyone in the Foundation knows who Bowe is and what he wanted. I personally think we made a mistake in overplaying the "immortal" aspect of it; especially given the recent insurgencies we've been seeing. Our next move should probably be some kind of rebasing of the database. We need to get Bowe's blood out of the Foundation's veins as soon as we can. Please get back to me ASAP. - O5-7 « The Bowe Decommission, Part Three | Old Foes | Broken Bowe » Footnotes 1. Cimmerian Boxes were an experimental weapon created with the intent to immediately assassinate an entity. The project was originally led by Dr. Jeremiah Cimmerian prior to his promotion to Ethics Committee Liason. Early prototypes were designed to use an anomalous power source to fire an extremely powerful beam of energy. Later prototypes contained a reality drainage device that would lower the Hume level of the surroundings, allowing the user to use reality bending on their desired target. Both of these prototypes failed to deliver consistent results, and the project was scrapped in 1997. 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SCP-5026 | safe | The front cover of SCP-5026's DVD case. Item #: SCP-5026 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5026 is to be stored inside of a standard Anomalous Item storage locker at Site-76 at all times. As of 02/13/2003, all future experiments involving SCP-5026 are to be suspended until further notice. Description: SCP-5026 is a narrative-driven motion picture of undetermined length whose protagonist's physical appearance and personality mimic that of its current viewer, and whose plot structure shapes around its current viewer's personal experiences and collective identity. At some point during SCP-5026's screening, its current viewer will become severely amnesic, losing all knowledge regarding the object's existence, along with all knowledge regarding their own personal history and identity. SCP-5026 is contained on a standard capacity DVD, and according to its cover sheet, was released as direct-to-video media under the title of Find Me by the YourStories production company sometime in 2001. Despite this, no records of the company’s existence, outside of the DVD itself, have been verified.1 A marketing blurb located on the back of the DVD cover claims the object to be "the first movie ever created where you are the protagonist," with its description points recommending solo viewing experiences exclusively. The back cover also lists SCP-5026's production staff, including its director, who is credited as Alan Smithee.2 In all documented cases, SCP-5026 can only be activated by a first-time viewer, and only when that viewer is completely alone. The presence of more than one viewer, a previous SCP-5026 viewer, and/or any type of technological recording device before SCP-5026's activation will result in SCP-5026's lack of activation entirely. This phenomenon also extends to any viewer or recording device that enters a viewable/audible proximity of SCP-5026 at any point during the actual screening of the object, as the screening will be automatically stopped and the object's properties will immediately manifest in its original viewer. (See Experiment D-49913) + The Plot and Progression of SCP-5026 - Close 'The Plot and Progression of SCP-5026' Foreword: The following log is a plot description compiled from handwritten recounts of SCP-5026's screening. Due to SCP-5026's nature, this log is considered incomplete, and its contents cannot be verified with absolute certainty. <Begin Log> The protagonist of SCP-5026 (who will now be referred to as SCP-5026-1) wakes up in a medical operating room wearing nothing but a hospital gown. After assessing its situation, SCP-5026-1 wanders the area and discovers that it is in a completely vacant healthcare facility. While it wanders the facility, it comes across a ringing telephone in a reception area that it picks up and answers. Note: SCP-5026 appears to have the ability to present itself in any known language. All spoken dialogue from the characters communicating within SCP-5026 will be catered to the individual viewer's native tongue. English Translation: > CALLER: "All employees must enter through the staff door." Before SCP-5026-1 has a chance to respond, the caller hangs up the telephone. SCP-5026-1 then looks nearby to see a door marked as "Staff Only." It enters through the door to find itself in a completely different environment than that of the healthcare facility. It now stands within a specific workplace that is similar to that of the viewer's last registered employment.3 This workplace contains dozens of employees that each perform their appropriate workplace duties. SCP-5026-1 tries numerous times to gain these employees' attention, although none of them actually acknowledge its presence. Sometime during these attempts, an intercom announcement from an undetermined location is made. > INTERCOM: "Please report to management immediately." After this announcement is made, SCP-5026-1 immediately notices a nearby office that is labeled with the word "Management". It enters the office to find a silhouetted figure sitting behind a desk inside. > FIGURE: "Sit down." SCP-5026-1 hesitates for several moments before following the request of the figure. > FIGURE: "Why do you think you're here?" From what is understood, SCP-5026-1 will respond back to the silhouetted figure's question with its own inquiries regarding its current condition and surroundings, all of which will be phrased similarly to how the viewer would respond in its situation. Regardless of the inquiries asked, the figure will always respond to SCP-5026-1 through vague and non-descriptive answers. After SCP-5026-1 asks all of its inquiries, the figure will then chuckle to itself and say the following: > FIGURE: "Nothing matters. Nothing you can say will change what you've done." > SCP-5026-1: "What have I done?" > FIGURE: "You've just lived your life." The figure then presses a previously unseen button under its desk, causing SCP-5026-1 and its chair to fall through a trapdoor underneath them. SCP-5026-1 falls out of the office and several meters below into another room, eventually landing on the room's floor. SCP-5026-1 stumbles up from the floor to find itself in a mostly barren concrete room that has no visible exits. The only object in the room is a large television monitor, which quickly flickers on as SCP-5026-1 notices it. SCP-5026-1 then approaches the monitor with caution and watches it intently. Images from what is assumed to be SCP-5026-1's life will quickly flash in a montage-like succession across the monitor. These images are claimed to be heavily associated with the viewer's own personal life experiences, both positive and negative. Common examples include SCP-5026-1 partaking in personal hobbies, having romantic encounters, succumbing to personal vices, and experiencing personal traumatic events. As SCP-5026-1 watches the monitor, its exact reactions will vary, although it is usually distraught and/or frightened. SCP-5026-1 continues to do this until a disembodied voice calls out to it. > DISEMBODIED VOICE: "Are you satisfied?" SCP-5026-1 looks up in shock towards what is assumed to be the source of the voice. > SCP-5026-1: "What!?" > DISEMBODIED VOICE: "Are you happy?" SCP-5026-1 does not respond. > DISEMBODIED VOICE: "Do you believe that you have led a fulfilling life?" At this point SCP-5026-1 will respond with one of two answers: Yes or No. Regardless of its response, the dialogue always continues as follows: > DISEMBODIED VOICE: "I see." Suddenly, from the other side of the room, a wall opens to reveal an elongated hallway. > DISEMBODIED VOICE: "We can still give you a choice." SCP-5026-1 collects its composure before it reluctantly enters the hallway, which then transforms into a suspended platform that stretches forward into a black void. At the end of the platform, there is a table with two unmarked buttons protruding from it. One button is a bright green, and the other is a dark red. SCP-5026-1 walks forward across the platform towards the table, eventually reaching it and stopping. It stares at the buttons for several moments until the disembodied voice is heard again. > DISEMBODIED VOICE: "Would you like to start over?" Note: This the final known plot point that has been reliably recounted by all of SCP-5026's previous viewers. All other information that has been obtained regarding what occurs after this point is currently considered inconclusive. <End Log> Addendum: + Experiment D-49913 - Close 'Experiment D-49913' SUBJECT PROFILE: Classification: D-49913 Legal Name: David Hawthorn Gender: Male Age: 42 Convicted Crime(s): Domestic Terrorism, Murder Additional Information: Radicalized by political extremists while employed as an undercover journalist for a national news outlet. EXPERIMENT DESCRIPTION: On 09/30/2002, subject D-49913 was exposed to a random experiment variable at the request of Project Director Dr. Taylor. Shortly after the experiment began, D-49913 was instructed by Dr. Taylor to pause the playback of SCP-5026 approximately 20 minutes into its screening. After the allotted time had passed, researchers checked the testing area to discover that SCP-5026 was still activated and that D-49913's memory was still intact, retaining all information about his past history and personal identity. D-49913 was then escorted out of the testing area and back to his cell where he was then left unattended to for 6 hours. The DVD player containing the paused instance of SCP-5026 was left powered on and untouched during this time, and D-49913 was still left unaffected by SCP-5026's properties. Because of this phenomenon, D-49913 was then kept on-site and given daily routines and maintenance tasks to follow while being monitored by researchers over the next 4 months. During this time frame, the DVD player remained powered on and paused, and D-49913 was still left unaffected by SCP-5026's properties. Updated Addendum: Approximately 24 hours after the initial pausing of SCP-5026, researchers discovered that the screening had succumbed to severe video glitching in its paused state, even though the object itself still appeared functional. On top of the glitching video the words "HELP ME" in a white font were visible. These words remained static for 3 hours before they disappeared. Approximately 30 minutes after the original text had vanished, more appeared in its place. This text was also printed on the screen with the same font, and read the following: "CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?" Dr. Taylor, believing this to be an attempt by SCP-5026 as a form of communication, decided to conduct further experiments directly involving these texts (which will now be referred to as SCP-5026-2) while SCP-5026 was still in its paused state. + SCP-5026-2 Interview Log - 10/02/2002 - Close SCP-5026-2 Interview Log - 10/02/2002 Interviewed: SCP-5026-2 Interviewer: Dr. Taylor Foreword: While SCP-5026-2 was responsive throughout, it took between 3 and 45 seconds after each exchange for it to form a new text response on-screen, and no audible noises were heard from SCP-5026-2 at any point during the interview. <Begin Log, 10/02/2002, 15:36:22> > Dr. Taylor: Hello? There is not an immediate response from SCP-5026-2. > Dr. Taylor: Am I currently speaking to someone? > SCP-5026-2: HELP ME > Dr. Taylor: Hello. Who am I speaking to? > SCP-5026-2: IT'S ME FOR CHRIST SAKE — WHAT IS THIS PLACE? > Dr. Taylor: I'm sorry, but I'm not sure who you are. Can you clarify? > SCP-5026-2: IT'S FUCKING DAVID Dr. Taylor hesitates for a few moments before responding. > Dr. Taylor: Your name is David? > SCP-5026-2: YES YOU BASTARDS > Dr. Taylor: Are you in trouble, David? What's going on? > SCP-5026-2: I DON'T KNOW — I JUST FELL OUT OF THE OFFICE > Dr. Taylor: Can you describe where you are right now? > SCP-5026-2: A CONCRETE ROOM — THERE'S A TV — I CAN'T GET OUT > Dr. Taylor: Are you in any kind of danger? > SCP-5026-2: I DON'T KNOW — WHERE ARE YOU? > Dr. Taylor: You can't see me now? > SCP-5026-2: I CAN HEAR YOU — BUT I CAN'T SEE YOU > Dr. Taylor: What's the last thing you remember before all of this? > SCP-5026-2: WATCHING THE TV — THEN THE HOSPITAL — JUST GET ME OUT > Dr. Taylor: We're trying to. We just might need more time. > SCP-5026-2: HURRY UP GODDAMN IT <End Log, 10/02/2002, 15:47:01> Note: During the time frame in which the communications with SCP-5026-2 were occurring, no abnormalities were noted in D-49913's general constitution or behavior, and he appeared to be unaware of SCP-5026-2's existence. + D-49913 Interview Log - 10/02/2002 - Close D-49913 Interview Log - 10/02/2002 Interviewed: D-49913 Interviewer: Dr. Taylor <Begin Log, 10/02/2002, 17:02:34> > Dr. Taylor: How are you feeling today? D-49913 slouches in his chair and does not make eye contact with Dr. Taylor. > D-49913: Couldn't be better. > Dr. Taylor: In other words you feel… healthy? Physical? Mentally? Nothing's abnormal? D-49913 does not respond to Dr. Taylor. > Dr. Taylor: I'm asking you a question. > D-49913: I feel fine. > Dr. Taylor: Good. That's good. Dr. Taylor hesitates for a moment before continuing. > Dr. Taylor: I understand that, as per your agreement, you were to serve only another two weeks with our facility. But, due to unforeseen circumstances, I'm afraid we're going to have to extend our initial time frame. > D-49913: What? > Dr. Taylor: We're going to have to keep you here longer than we initially anticipated. > D-49913: How much longer is longer? > Dr. Taylor: I'm not sure at this time. For now, indefinitely. > D-49913 quickly sits upright in his chair. > D-49913: No. > Dr. Taylor: Please— > D-49913: No, fuck you! I signed up for 30 days. 30 goddamn days. > Dr. Taylor: I'm sorry, but we have to continue our research. > D-49913: For what? What research? > Dr. Taylor: Unfortunately, that's classified. > D-49913: Jesus Christ, you're all the same! You're all liars! > Dr. Taylor: I understand your frustration, but right now I need you to— > D-49913: —You're not special! One day, you'll realize that! Dr. Taylor pauses and does not respond. D-49913 then looks Dr. Taylor directly in the eyes. > D-49913: And by then, you'll already be watching yourself bleed out. <End Log, 10/02/2002, 17:04:56> + SCP-5026-2 Interview Log - 12/17/2002 - Close SCP-5026-2 Interview Log - 12/17/2002 Interviewed: SCP-5026-2 Interviewer: Dr. Taylor Foreword: At the request of Dr. Taylor, SCP-5026-2 had been left intentionally isolated for a two month period prior to this interview to study its reactions to seclusion. <Begin Log, 12/17/2002, 9:50:18> > Dr. Taylor: David, are you there? Can you still hear me? > SCP-5026-2: YES — THANK FUCKING CHRIST — I'M STILL HERE > Dr. Taylor: I'm happy to hear that. Has anything changed for you in there? SCP-5026-2 does not respond within a 2 minute time frame. Dr. Taylor: Are you okay, David? > SCP-5026-2: YOU FUCKING LEFT ME Dr. Taylor appears taken aback by SCP-5026-2's response. > Dr. Taylor: I'm sorry. We've had to run tests. > SCP-5026-2: WHY DID YOU LEAVE? > Dr. Taylor: We've been doing some testing. We've been trying to help you. > SCP-5026-2: I THOUGHT I'D NEVER HEAR YOU AGAIN > Dr. Taylor: We're still here. I'm still here. I apologize. > SCP-5026-2: ARE YOU GOING TO HELP ME? > Dr. Taylor: We're trying to. We're doing everything we can. > SCP-5026-2: AM I DEAD? Dr. Taylor hesitates before responding. > Dr. Taylor: I don't think so. > SCP-5026-2: WHERE AM I? > Dr. Taylor: We're not sure yet. We're trying to figure that out. > SCP-5026-2: HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT I'M ALIVE? Dr. Taylor appears to contemplate SCP-5026-2's question for a few moments. > Dr. Taylor: Because we're having this conversation. We can still communicate. SCP-5026-2 does not respond within a 1 minute time frame. > Dr. Taylor: Nothing has changed for you in there? > SCP-5026-2: I GUESS IT HAS > Dr. Taylor: What has changed? > SCP-5026-2: THE TV HAS BEEN PLAYING THINGS > Dr. Taylor: You mean the television in your room? What kind of things? > SCP-5026-2: STUFF I RECOGNIZE — IT'S FAMILIAR — I DON'T REALLY KNOW > SCP-5026-2: AND I HAVEN'T HAD ANY NEEDS THIS WHOLE TIME EITHER > Dr. Taylor: What do you mean? > SCP-5026-2: NO HUNGER — NO THIRST — I'M NEVER TIRED > Dr. Taylor: You're never tired? > SCP-5026-2: I'M ALWAYS AWAKE — I'M ALWAYS WATCHING IT Dr. Taylor does not comment on SCP-5026-2's last statement. > SCP-5026-2: ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE ME AGAIN? > Dr. Taylor: Unfortunately, I might have to. We need to do more testing. > SCP-5026-2: FOR HOW LONG? > Dr. Taylor: I'm not sure. We might be a while. > SCP-5026-2: BUT SOMEONE WILL COME BACK, RIGHT? > Dr. Taylor: As soon as we can, yes. I'll make sure someone comes back. > SCP-5026-2: COULD IT BE YOU AGAIN? Dr. Taylor appears surprised by SCP-5026-2's response. > Dr. Taylor: You would want it to be me? 1 minute passes before SCP-5026-2 responds back. > SCP-5026-2: DO WHAT YOU WANT <End Log, 12/17/2002, 10:12:47> + D-49913 Interview Log - 12/17/2002 - Close D-49913 Interview Log - 12/17/2002 Interviewed: D-49913 Interviewer: Dr. Taylor <Begin Log, 12/17/2002, 12:32:10> > Dr. Taylor: Hello. D-49913 does not respond and only glances at Dr. Taylor. > Dr. Taylor: May I call you David? > D-49913: I can't stop you. Dr. Taylor looks at her notes for a few moments. > Dr. Taylor: Have you had any feelings of loneliness recently, David? D-49913 expresses a confused look. > Dr. Taylor: Any feelings of isolation, seclusion? > D-49913: Why would I? > Dr. Taylor: I'm just curious. > D-49913: No. I couldn't feel alone if I tried. > Dr. Taylor: How about feelings of entrapment? > D-49913: What do you think? > Dr. Taylor: I understand how these questions may sound, but I'm not trying to be patronizing. D-49913 again does not respond. > Dr. Taylor: At any point in these past two months have you felt any odd or abnormal sensations? Things you can't explain? Or anything that you would describe as out of the ordinary? > D-49913: No. > Dr. Taylor: And you're certain that— > D-49913: —So when does your research end, exactly? When do I get to leave? > Dr. Taylor: Unfortunately I don't have an answer to that right now. > D-49913: So do you think you're better off than me? Dr. Taylor hesitates. > Dr. Taylor: Excuse me? > D-49913: I don't know what any of this really is, or what the hell you showed me on that tv, but I've seen enough to know that I'm not getting out of here. I'm not that stupid. D-49913 pauses. > D-49913: But I can't tell if you are, though. > Dr. Taylor: Please control yourself. > D-49913: And who's controlling you? Dr. Taylor again does not respond. > D-49913: You're useful to the system now, but that will fade— > Dr. Taylor: I am asking you to refrain from… > D-49913: —and you will suffer. Everyone will. Because everyone always does, and none of you give two shits as long as you feel righteous about it. Dr. Taylor appears taken aback by D-49913's response. > Dr. Taylor: You have no idea what it is that I do here, mister Hawthorn. > D-49913: But I'm guessing that the ends justify the means? Dr. Taylor falls silent. > D-49913: You're just another decaying cog, doctor. > Dr. Taylor: Would you like me to end this interview? > D-49913: Take a fucking guess. <End Log, 12/17/2002, 12:35:19> + SCP-5026-2 Interview Log - 01/09/2003 - Close SCP-5026-2 Interview Log - 01/09/2003 Interviewed: SCP-5026-2 Interviewer: Dr. Taylor <Begin Log, 01/09/2003, 19:49:01> > Dr. Taylor: Hello David. > SCP-5026-2: YOU ACTUALLY CAME BACK > Dr. Taylor: Yes I did. I wanted to keep my promise. > SCP-5026-2: SO DO YOU HAVE ANY NEWS? > Dr. Taylor: I'm afraid not, unfortunately. We haven't found a solution yet. > SCP-5026-2: WILL YOU ACTUALLY BE ABLE TO GET ME OUT OF HERE? > Dr. Taylor: I'm not sure what we can do right now. 2 minutes pass and there no response from SCP-5026-2. > Dr. Taylor: I promise you, we're doing everything we can to understand what's going on and figure out where you are. I wish I could tell you more than that. 1 minute passes before there is a response from SCP-5026-2. > SCP-5026-2: ARE YOU ONE OF THE DOCTORS? > Dr. Taylor: Yes, I am. > SCP-5026-2: WHAT IS YOUR NAME? Upon hearing SCP-5026-2's question, Dr. Taylor gets a surprised look. She again hesitates for several moments before responding. > Dr. Taylor: Doctor Taylor. > SCP-5026-2: I MEANT YOUR FIRST NAME Dr. Taylor does not immediately respond to SCP-5026-2, seeming reluctant to reply. After a small hesitation however, she complies. > Dr. Taylor: Katherine. 1 minute passes before there is a response from SCP-5026-2. > SCP-5026-2: KATHERINE — THAT'S FAIRLY PLEASANT Dr. Taylor briefly smiles. > Dr. Taylor: I suppose so. Dr. Taylor pauses. > Dr. Taylor: Is it still the same for you in there? > SCP-5026-2: YES — NOTHING HAS CHANGED — NOTHING AT ALL 2 minutes pass before there is a response from SCP-5026-2. > SCP-5026-2: "THE ONE THING I HAVE IS TIME" > SCP-5026-2: EVEN IN PRISON THAT WASN'T SUCH A FRIGHTENING CONCEPT > SCP-5026-2: BUT WHAT DID I REALLY KNOW THEN? Dr. Taylor seems to contemplate how on how to respond to SCP-5026-2 for several moments. > Dr. Taylor: You're not truly alone. 1 minute passes before there is a response from SCP-5026-2. > SCP-5026-2: I GUESS I CAN THANK YOU FOR THAT A frown becomes visible on Dr. Taylor's face. > Dr. Taylor: It's the least I can do for you. 2 minutes pass before there is a response from SCP-5026-2. > SCP-5026-2: I THOUGHT MY ACTIONS WERE THE LESSER OF TWO EVILS > SCP-5026-2: BUT IT KEEPS MAKING ME REWATCH THEM Dr. Taylor does not respond, and only shifts in her seat after hearing SCP-5026-2's statement. > SCP-5026-2: DO YOU THINK GOD WILL FORGIVE ME ONE DAY, KATHERINE? > SCP-5026-2: DO YOU THINK HE WILL FINALLY LET ME DIE? Dr. Taylor still does not respond SCP-5026-2's question. Instead, after roughly 1 minute of silence following SCP-5026-2's last statement, Dr. Taylor exits her chair and leaves the room, leaving SCP-5026-2 isolated once again. <End Log, 01/09/2003, 20:00:10> + D-49913 Interview Log - 01/10/2003 - Close D-49913 Interview Log - 01/10/2003 Interviewed: D-49913 Interviewer: Dr. Taylor <Begin Log, 01/10/2003, 00:32:11> Dr. Taylor stares intently at D-49913 for several moments before beginning the interview. > Dr. Taylor: Do you have any regrets? D-49913 stares back at Dr. Taylor for several moments before responding. > D-49913: Aren't we both doing what we think is right? > Dr. Taylor: We are not the same. D-49913 seems to study Dr. Taylor for several moments before responding back. > D-49913: But am I wrong? D-49913 smirks at Dr. Taylor. > D-49913: Tell me. > Dr. Taylor: Do you know how many people you've killed? > D-49913: Enough to make an impact. > Dr. Taylor: How many lives have you ruined? D-49913 stares at Dr. Taylor intently. > D-49913: How many have you? D-49913 continues to stare at Dr. Taylor as she shifts in her chair. > Dr. Taylor: You feel absolutely no guilt for those individuals? D-49913 does not respond. > Dr. Taylor: You have no remorse? No repentance? Nothing? D-49913 does not respond and only smirks at her again. > Dr. Taylor: Are you going to answer my question? > D-49913: You know the answer, you stupid fucking bitch. Dr. Taylor becomes visibly agitated at D-49913's response. > Dr. Taylor: I can have you sedated! > D-49913: Is that supposed to scare me? > Dr. Taylor: I am warning you! > D-49913: Are you really? > Dr. Taylor: Answer me! > D-49913: Why? > Dr. Taylor: Because I fucking said so! At this point Dr. Taylor has completely lost her composure. D-49913 appears to be taken aback by Dr. Taylor inflammatory reaction, and hesitates for several moments before responding back to her. > D-49913: Well, how about this, then. D-49913 casually leans forward in his chair towards Dr. Taylor. > D-49913: What if, for once, you were actually honest with me? Dr. Taylor becomes visibly flustered at D-49913's response. D-49913's smirk appears to widen even more at her reaction. > D-49913: What are you getting out of this, doctor? Dr. Taylor stays silent as D-49913 waits for a response. > D-49913: Why are you really here? Dr. Taylor does not respond to D-49913's question. She only stares at D-49913 for several more moments until she abruptly gets up from her chair and hastily exits the room. D-49913 immediately laughs to himself upon her departure. <End Log, 01/10/2003, 00:35:57> + Incident D-49913 - Close 'Incident D-49913' On 01/18/2003, approximately one week after D-49913's last interview with Dr. Taylor, and approximately 4 months after D-49913's initial pausing of SCP-5026, a calculation error during testing with SCP-████ resulted in a seven-second power surge that deactivated SCP-5026's DVD player. D-49913, who had been in his cell at this time, was found in a panicked and amnesic state shortly thereafter, and was terminated under the orders of Site-76 Director Dr. Matthews. After D-49913's termination, SCP-5026 was then tested and found to have returned to its initial form, which included the disappearance of SCP-5026-2 in its entirety. When Dr. Taylor was informed of the incident's aftermath and D-49913's termination, she appeared emotionally unaffected, and has not commented on D-49913, SCP-5026-2 or any of the experiments that occurred with SCP-5026 since. Updated Addendum: Incident Involving Dr. Taylor - 02/09/2003: Approximately 3 weeks after Incident D-49913, Dr. Taylor was found by site staff in the aftermath of an isolated and unauthorized viewing attempt of SCP-5026. By the time she was discovered, Dr. Taylor had already succumbed to SCP-5026's properties and had no recollection of her personal identity, including her employment or history with the Foundation. Since this incident, Dr. Taylor has undergone extensive psychological rehabilitation, but she has been unable to recover any of her memories. As of 02/13/2003, all future experiments involving SCP-5026 are to be suspended until further notice. Footnotes 1. The quote attributed to renowned film critic Roger Ebert on the front of the DVD case has been fabricated for what is assumed to be promotional purposes. 2. A now-retired pseudonym previously used in the motion picture industry by those who wished to disown their project. 3. If the viewer has never been employed or was self-employed, the workplace will be consistent with the viewer's strongest known skill set (e.g. if the viewer is mathematically gifted, the environment may be filled with mechanical engineers.) |
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Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5027 is contained within a high-security humanoid containment chamber at Site-65. The chamber is isolated from adjoining containment cells and utility lines on Site-65 to prevent the spread of SCP-5027's effects. Two Scranton Reality Anchors (SRA) are installed below the chamber. If one or more of the SRAs fail, repair or replacement of the devices is designated as a Level 5 priority and Site-65 is to enter lockdown until containment measures have been reestablished. Personnel are not permitted to enter SCP-5027's containment chamber at any time. Direct physical contact with SCP-5027 is strictly forbidden. Requests by SCP-5027 are to be sent to Dr. Williams for processing. Description: SCP-5027 is a male humanoid1 who claims to be a 27-year-old male individual named "[REDACTED]" residing in Bayard, Saskatchewan. Scans in the public database reveal that [REDACTED] was officially declared deceased after a head-on collision with an intoxicated driver on 05/17/1997. SCP-5027 is in a permanent state of quantum superposition.2 Contrary to current theories of quantum superposition, SCP-5027 does not settle into any of its states when observed. SCP-5027 claims to have no memory of how it obtained its anomalous properties; research is ongoing to determine the cause of this. SCP-5027 appears in two positions simultaneously, where its living state is standing upright while its lower limbs are phased into its deceased state which lies on the floor. Observers report decomposed tissue on SCP-5027's body phasing into its healthy counterpart. After prolonged observations of SCP-5027, observers often experience confusion, aggravation, and mild headaches.3 When SCP-5027 makes direct contact with objects or living organisms, they will enter a permanent state of quantum superposition. SCP-5027's effect does not affect any inert elements such as soil, rock, or wood.4 Affected inanimate objects are able to transmit SCP-5027's effect to other objects and lifeforms through direct physical contact. Affected lifeforms, however, are unable to transmit SCP-5027's effect further and will remain in a state of quantum superposition, expiring after an hour has elapsed. Activating an SRA near an affected inanimate object will nullify all anomalous effects5 as long as it remains within the object's surroundings. If the SRA is deactivated or removed from the area, SCP-5027's effect re-manifests in said object. For unknown reasons, all animate lifeforms affected by SCP-5027 remain in their state of quantum superposition in the vicinity of an SRA.6 Discovery and Containment: On 09/14/1998, several news reports arose from the town of Birch River, Saskatchewan, with eyewitness statements testifying an abnormal sighting of multiple intact infrastructures phasing into collapsed debris below. Due to the media's poor understanding of such anomalies, Foundation intervention was able to be kept minimal.7 Foundation agents were dispatched from Regina, Saskatchewan to implement necessary measures for information suppression and falsification, as well as the initiation of a covert operation to investigate the cause behind the event. During the missions, two agents initiated direct physical contact with affected infrastructures, resulting in their eventual expiration. At this time, SCP-5027 approached the unaffected agents and warned them of its effects. SCP-5027's body language exhibited signs of emotional distress and confusion, though it made no explicit acts of hostility towards the agents. Suspecting reality disturbances as a possible cause for the event, Dr. Hart of Hume Research was contacted. The use of an SRA to reverse all anomalous activity in the town was suggested. As such, an MTF unit was dispatched from the nearby Site-31 to the area with two portable SRAs while Foundation agents directed traffic away from the town and maintained visual contact with SCP-5027. After the installation of the SRAs to reverse the effects, all civilians in the town were amnesticized and all news reports were amended as part of a disinformation campaign. During the transfer of SCP-5027 to Site-31, one MTF member initiated direct physical contact with SCP-5027. On-site guards misinterpreted this as an act of hostility by SCP-5027 and threatened it before the MTF unit was able to intervene. SCP-5027 subsequently entered a manic state and refused to comply with instructions. Dr. Prash, a researcher in Site-31, has volunteered to be assigned to SCP-5027. + SCP-5027 Intake Interview - Hide Interview Log Date: 09/15/1998 Time: 3:35 PM Interviewer: Dr. Prash, Site-31 Researcher Interviewee: SCP-5027 Dr. Prash and SCP-5027 are speaking through the loudspeaker system. Dr. Prash is able to observe SCP-5027 visually during the interview through a one-way mirror above the containment chamber. SCP-5027 is laying on its bed within the chamber. Dr. Prash: Hello, I'm Dr. Prash. Call me David if you want. What's your name? SCP-5027: Oh Jesus! You scared me! Dr. Prash: Uh - sorry about that. SCP-5027: Yeah. You're a doctor? Dr. Prash: That's correct. SCP-5027: I'm [REDACTED]… I need help… Dr. Prash: I can see that. I want to help you but you need to tell me exactly what's happened to you. SCP-5027: I… I'm not really too sure. I can't remember anything before last June, to start. Dr. Prash: I see… Do you know your date of birth? SCP-5027: September 10, 1972. Dr. Prash: Do you remember your last name as well? SCP-5027: Yeah, it's [REDACTED]. Dr. Prash: Thank you. Can you explain your… appearance? Sorry, but my eyes strain whenever I look at you. It's like I'm seeing double… SCP-5027: I really don't know what's going on Dr. Prash. Whenever I look down, I see my own corpse. I know I sound crazy but I see my own legs… Like my actual living legs. They go straight through my corpse on the floor and no matter where I go my own dead body will always be there right below me. I don't think I'm alright… SCP-5027 begins hyperventilating. SCP-5027: …And you can see me? Is there a camera somewhere? Dr. Prash: Deep breaths, [REDACTED]. And yes I can, from the other side of the mirror in your chamber. We want to help you, but we are dealing with something that we don't quite understand yet so we need to take precautions. Understand? SCP-5027: Oh… Okay. Yeah, I guess. Dr. Prash: Thank you. Is there anything else you know about your condition? SCP-5027: Well…. Whenever I touch something, I infect it with whatever I have. Dr. Prash: Hm… Are you able to control it at all? Can you turn it off, in a sense? SCP-5027: No… It even infects other people… Dr. Prash: Can I ask how you found that out? SCP-5027: How do you think? I tou- no, not even. I brushed against someone… The poor kid… She died. Why did she die but not me?! Dr. Prash: It could be a gift. SCP-5027: Hmph. Dr. Prash: We'll find out. Do you remember anything else from before you lost your memory? Even insignificant things can help. SCP-5027: No, I really don't remember anything else. Dr. Prash: Can you recall your earliest memory? SCP-5027: It was dark and wet. It reeked like dirt and rotten wood, and I couldn't move. I tried to yell for help but I couldn't even move my lips. That's when I realized that I couldn't breathe and I started to panic. I thought it was a nightmare when I woke up, but then I realized I was laying in the middle of a graveyard… On a grave… Dr. Prash: What graveyard? And whose grave was it? SCP-5027: The one in Bayard, and no idea. I stood up and started running home. I'd never been so afraid in my life. Dr. Prash: I thought you couldn't remember anything. How did you remember your home address? SCP-5027: I had a wallet in my pocket and it had my license in it. I memorized the address, my name, and my birthday before it got ruined. Dr. Prash: Ruined? Do you still have the wallet or the card? SCP-5027: No, sorry. I threw them away when whatever disease I have infected them. Dr. Prash: What is your address? Do you have a family? We can send someone out there to make sure they're okay and let them know you're safe. SCP-5027: My house is at [REDACTED] Street. It's the one with the blue door. I don't know if I have a family… I think so? Here, I found this picture in my wallet as well. I keep it on me because sometimes the ink is visible just long enough for me to see someone in the picture. I'm not sure who it is but they look familiar. Dr. Prash: I'll send someone out as soon as I can. SCP-5027: Thanks, Prash. I feel a bit better. End Interview. The photograph that was in SCP-5027's posession, digitally enhanced. Two plainclothes agents were dispatched to the address given by SCP-5027 in order to gather more information, make contact with the individual mentioned by it, and to discover leads into the origin of SCP-5027's anomalous properties. Upon arrival, the agents reported to Site-31 that the entire city of Bayard was "flickering in and out of existence". When asked to clarify, the agents went on to describe several anomalous effects that corresponded with the secondary effects of SCP-5027. The agents were directed to return to Site-31. The wallet and license card mentioned by SCP-5027 are assumed to have been destroyed during a previous incident on 09/02/1998 near the same location involving the manifestation and spread of SCP-5027's secondary effects. At the time, the anomaly was not attributed to SCP-5027 and was successfully isolated and contained. + City of Bayard Incident Log - Hide Incident Log A Mobile Task Force was briefed on the situation and tasked with locating the address given by SCP-5027 in addition to making contact with the individual mentioned by SCP-5027. The task force was equipped with several portable SRAs for use during the mission. Upon activation of the SRAs within Bayard, all contact with MTF-5027 was lost. A recovery team was dispatched to Bayard to gather intel and re-establish contact with MTF-5027. Upon arrival, they reported that there was only an open field on the land where the city was supposed to be. The field was littered with several active SRAs, dead plant matter, and thousands of desiccated corpses, including the entirety of MTF-5027. Analysis of the materials gathered by the recovery team revealed all samples to be non-anomalous. Reality Expert Dr. Scranton reviewed the video and audio logs of MTF-5027 and concluded that SCP-5027's testified place of residence was affected, and that its effects were transmitted to nearby infrastructures through utility lines. Dr. Scranton further theorized that while individual buildings may have been caught in a perpetual state of disrepair, the city as a whole had been caught between states of existence and non-existence. Upon activation of the six portable SRAs by MTF-5027, the city of Bayard came to rest in a state of non-existence. Because the city of Bayard had completely ceased to exist, Dr. Scranton hypothesized that the deactivation of the SRAs would not result in the reappearance of the city. Testing procedures based on this information were outlined by Dr. Prash and approved by O5-██ and O5-██. On 09/16/1998, the SRAs were deactivated. No changes to the area were recordable. A cover story was fabricated claiming the city to be a fictitious entry created in order to combat map piracy. All relatives of the previous residents of Bayard are to be amnesticized as soon as possible. + SCP-5027 Incident Log - Hide Incident Log Still image of Site-31 taken from security feeds during Incident 5027-31-F. Incident 5027-31-F: On 01/28/1999, the SRA below SCP-5027's chamber was rendered inactive due to mechanical failure. SCP-5027's effect spread to its chamber walls, subsequently affecting the entirety of Site-31. As a result, most of Site-31, including Dr. Prash, was deemed irrecoverable. Agents from the nearby Site-65 responded to several critical connections between the two sites going dark and discovered SCP-5027 unharmed. SCP-5027 was successfully re-contained at Site-65 where current containment measures continue to be enforced. Throughout its confinement, SCP-5027 remained in distress and attempted to inflict self-harm8 to no avail. SCP-5027 eventually stopped after verbal intervention and remained in a fetal position. On 02/10/1999, SCP-5027 demanded the provision of basic necessities. Dr. Williams denied this request on the basis that objects in SCP-5027's presence become unpredictable in a breach scenario. SCP-5027 remained unresponsive to all verbal prompts by on-site staff. Incident 5027-65-B: On 02/14/1999, SCP-5027 was discovered hanging from its containment chamber ceiling via a standard Foundation blanket that had been fashioned into a noose. SCP-5027 was fully conscious and vocalized several crying noises. Foundation guards cut the blanket while ensuring no physical contact was made with the subject. The blanket was removed from SCP-5027's possession and incinerated. Dr. Williams organized a post-incident interview for the following morning. + SCP-5027 Post Incident Interview - Hide Interview Log Date: 02/15/1999 Time: 9:02 AM Interviewer: Dr. Williams Interviewee: SCP-5027 Dr. Williams is speaking to SCP-5027 through the loudspeaker system within the containment chamber. SCP-5027 is sitting on the floor, staring at the wall at the other end of the room. Dr. Williams: SCP-5027. SCP-5027 does not react in any way and continues staring at the wall. Dr. Williams: I have some questions for you about what happened last night. SCP-5027 continues staring at the wall and begins fidgeting with its fingers. Dr. Williams: Why did you try to kill yourself? SCP-5027 begins fidgeting at a more rapid pace, though does not respond. Dr. Williams: Hm… You were hanging for over fifteen minutes. SCP-5027 tears up and straightens its posture. It still does not respond. Dr. Williams: Who gave you the blanket? SCP-5027 continues to ignore Dr. Williams. Dr. Williams: I suppose we'll have to review the tapes. SCP-5027 looks up towards the loudspeaker. Its mouth is slightly agape. SCP-5027: Doesn't matter. She didn't even come in here. Dr. Williams: She? Dr. Williams scribbles on his notepad. SCP-5027 clenches its fists and teeth. SCP-5027: What did I do to deserve this? I thought you were going to help me… Dr. Williams: Look, SCP-5027. I have to consider all the risks, especially after what happened at the other site. I know it seems cruel to deny you something like a blanket but I just can't take the chance that it'll become affected by you. SCP-5027: What do you mean? Dr. Williams: I needed to set up some testing first. You know? Make sure that it's safe to have one in your chamber. But because of what happened last night I doubt it'll be that easy to get you one now… SCP-5027 can be seen crying but does not respond. Dr. Williams: SCP-5027, it's vital that we know who gave you the blanket. We can't risk security breaches like that- SCP-5027 looks up towards the loudspeaker. SCP-5027: Fuck you, that's who. SCP-5027 once again became unresponsive and refused to participate further in the interview. Dr. Williams submitted a request to assign a Foundation therapist to SCP-5027 to address its rapidly declining mental state and uncooperative nature with Foundation staff. Analysis of security footage within SCP-5027's cell during the night of the incident failed to show who gave SCP-5027 the blanket; a single bare arm can be seen at 10:32 PM entering the frame from off-screen, though the identity of this person is currently unknown. On 02/17/1999, Foundation therapist Dr. Joy was assigned to SCP-5027 by Dr. Williams for twice-weekly sessions with it, conducted through the loudspeaker. An introductory interview between Dr. Joy and SCP-5027 was arranged. Date: 01/17/1999 Time: 1:23 PM Interviewer: Dr. Joy Interviewee: SCP-5027 SCP-5027 is sitting on the floor of its containment chamber cross-legged. Dr. Joy is conducting the interview from outside the chamber, observing SCP-5027 from behind the one-way glass pane above the wall. Dr. Joy: Hello, I'm Dr. Joy. I'll be your therapist for the next little while. What's your name? SCP-5027 does not react or respond in any way. Dr. Joy: That's okay. I understand if you don't feel like speaking right now. Dr. Joy writes something on her notepad. Dr. Joy: Hungry? I've got leftovers from lunch. SCP-5027 looks up towards the one-way mirror at its reflection. It begins bouncing its knee lightly. Of note, Dr. Joy was not authorized to offer any items to SCP-5027 and has received a written warning on her file regarding this. SCP-5027: Nah. I'm not hungry, ever. Dr. Joy: Ever? I'm jealous. SCP-5027 smirks. Dr. Joy: Any favorite foods? SCP-5027: Dunno. Can't remember the last time I ate anything. Dr. Joy: Do you ever feel the effects of hunger or thirst? SCP-5027: Uh, not really… Dr. Joy: Hm… Dr. Joy scribbles on her notepad. SCP-5027: What was your name again? Dr. Joy: Dr. Joy… Rosa if you'd like. And yours? SCP-5027: [REDACTED]. Dr. Joy: Nice to meet you, [REDACTED]. SCP-5027: Who was the other guy? Dr. Williams, who is supervising Dr. Joy's interaction with SCP-5027, nods towards her. Dr. Joy: Dr. Williams? He's a researcher here. SCP-5027: What kind of research? Dr. Williams prompts Dr. Joy to redirect the conversation. Dr. Joy: Look, [REDACTED]. You're affected by something that scares you. Hell, it even scares us but that won't stop us from finding out what this is. SCP-5027: I- I guess. It's just… so many people. The last place I was at… SCP-5027 begins to hyperventilate and displays precursors of a panic attack. Dr. Joy: Deep breaths. That wasn't your fault. SCP-5027: Yes it was. Hundreds of people died because of me. Dr. Prash too… There are all the times from before you guys found me. I don't even know how many people I've- Dr. Joy: We're able to help you. You're the one who wanted help, remember? SCP-5027: I thought so. Now that I know help means locking me in a room without so much as a fucking blanket, I'm not so sure I want it anymore. Dr. Joy: Is that why you tried ending your life, [REDACTED]? SCP-5027:…Sure. If you can call it a life. At this point, SCP-5027 became unresponsive and would no longer cooperate with staff. Dr. Joy notified SCP-5027 that she would return in three days. Dr. Joy had also completed a post-interview report, as attached below. Date of Interview: 02/17/1999 Date of Report: 02/18/1999 Subject: [REDACTED]'s Mental State Based on my first interview with [REDACTED], it is clear that he is struggling with his mental health. I am requesting permission to prescribe sertraline at a dose of 50mg for one week to see if there is any improvement. In the meantime, I will continue my sessions with him. - Dr. Joy, Foundation Therapist On 02/18/1999, SCP-5027 was prescribed sertraline. Subsequent blood work after a week showed no levels of sertraline in SCP-5027's blood. Further prescriptions must be approved by Dr. Williams. + SCP-5027 Therapy Logs - Hide Therapy Logs As per Foundation procedures outlined within Site-65's Policy Manual, all therapy sessions between Dr. Joy and SCP-5027 are automatically converted to a text transcription which is stored on SCP-5027's file for review. Additionally, Dr. Joy is required to complete a post-session summary at the conclusion of each session. Date: 02/20/1999 Time: 1:32 PM Dr. Joy: Hey, [REDACTED]. SCP-5027: Hey Rosa. Dr. Joy: How are you finding things? SCP-5027: …Terrible. What do you think? Dr. Joy: Hmm. Do you listen to music? SCP-5027: Can't remember any songs. Sometimes this melody gets stuck in my head though. Like… mmm… mm… mmmm… mmm… Dr. Joy: Living on a Prayer? Did you listen to that before you lost your memory? SCP-5027: I know you're hoping that it's some connection to my past but I'm pretty sure I just heard it coming from a car radio or something. Dr. Joy: That's fine. What if- one second… Living on a Prayer by Bon Jovi begins playing over the loudspeaker in SCP-5027's containment chamber. SCP-5027 begins humming quietly with the lyrics of the song. Dr. Joy is heard singing along under her breath. SCP-5027: Mmm… halfway there… Dr. Joy: Woah… SCP-5027: Livin' on a prayer… Dr. Joy: Livin' on a prayer… Dr. Williams motions to Dr. Joy to stop the music and resume the session. Dr. Joy: Alright, [REDACTED]. Doubt I can sing more than that today. SCP-5027: You, um, have a nice voice Rosa… Dr. Joy: You too. Are you ready to talk about what- SCP-5027: Not yet. I'm sorry. Dr. Joy: No rush. I'll always be back later! I think we'll end the session here today. SCP-5027: Okay. Um… thanks. Post-Session Summary: I obviously need to spend more time working with [REDACTED] before forming a professional opinion but so far I think we've done more harm than good for him. I discovered that he likes music today - more specifically classic rock. I am requesting approval for music to be played at his request. I believe this will help improve his mental state as well as provide an avenue of entertainment. - Dr. Joy, Foundation Therapist Dr. Joy's request has been reviewed and approved. Media allowed to be played over SCP-5027's containment chamber loudspeaker is limited to music and audiobooks. SCP-5027 is limited to two hours of this privilege per day at the discretion of staff. Dr. Joy, please refrain from using the subject's proposed name and instead utilize its SCP designation. - Dr. Williams. Date: 02/23/1999 Time: 2:52 PM Stayin' Alive by The Bee Gees is playing within SCP-5027's chamber through the loudspeaker. SCP-5027 is observed dancing awkwardly in the center of its chamber. Dr. Joy: Hey [REDACTED]. Disco? You been taking dance lessons? SCP-5027 stops and looks up towards the one-way mirror. It appears somewhat embarrassed. SCP-5027: Oh! Um… Hey Rosa. Dr. Joy: Don't worry, you're miles better than me. SCP-5027 smiles. Dr. Joy: How are you feeling today? SCP-5027: Better I guess. Dr. Joy: I'm glad to hear that. May I ask you some questions? It's just about your past… SCP-5027: Sure. I don't remember much but I'll try. Dr. Joy: Perfect! Now, from your earliest memory did you have anything on you? SCP-5027: My wallet with a license that had my photo, but the ink kept fading on and off once I touched it so I threw it away. I used to have a picture of someone… I'm not sure who it was, but it's long gone now. Dr. Joy: I see, and your clothes? SCP-5027: Same stuff I have on now. SCP-5027 tugs at the collar of his yellow t-shirt. The shirt displays secondary effects of SCP-5027 despite the presence of the SRAs, appearing both tattered and appropriately tailored. Dr. Joy: Do you know why our reality anchors don't affect your clothing? They seem to help other objects come to rest. SCP-5027: I don't even know what a reality anchor is… Dr. Joy: I guess not. You miss the latest info session? SCP-5027 appears very confused. Dr. Joy awkwardly clears her throat. Dr. Joy: And, uh, how are you feeling about past events? SCP-5027: I'm still struggling with it… I didn't mean to- Dr. Joy: I know, [REDACTED]. It's alright, we don't have to talk about it. SCP-5027: No, I'm ready. When I first saw what was happening to me I didn't know that it could spread. Everything I touched… I thought the world around me was falling apart. I realized I was the cause. I isolated myself. I went to Parkbeg and sat in the middle of a field for months. Dr. Joy: Didn't our agents initially find you in Birch River? SCP-5027: Yeah. Started to feel my mind falling apart in that field. It's freaky how similar the wind is to whispering at night. I was too scared. I wanted help. I walked into town and that's when you guys picked me up. Dr. Joy: Were you aware of the effects you would have on the town when you entered it? SCP-5027: Yeah. I tried not to touch anything but it's a lot harder than it sounds. I caught my foot on a crack in the ground and accidentally leaned on a building to steady myself. It was just a reflex… Everyone started screaming… Dr. Joy: I see, hence the state of the city when we arrived… I think that's all I need for today. You've been very helpful. SCP-5027: Hey… um, Rosa? Dr. Joy: Yes? SCP-5027: When I was at the last facility, Dr. Prash had sent a team out to Bayard. I told them about someone who might've been my family. Do you know if they found them? Dr. Joy: I'm not aware but I will check for next time. SCP-5027: Thanks. Post-Session Summary: [REDACTED]'s mental state appears to be improving, albeit slowly. I believe the addition of music to his routine has benefited him. He is visibly uncomfortable when recalling past events though the fact that he is discussing these at all shows progress. I looked into the results of Site-31's exploratory mission in the city of Bayard. It looks like they found the house that he told them about but the entire city was lost. I also managed to uncover a post-incident report detailing the identities of recovered bodies and the list doesn't have very many survivors. - Dr. Joy, Foundation Therapist Information regarding events within the city of Bayard and the ultimate fate of the individual mentioned by SCP-5027 are strictly classified. This information is severely restricted and the delivery of this information to SCP-5027 via any method will result in termination. SCP designations must be used, not names. I understand that you are working on an emotional level, but procedure and policy must be maintained above all else. - Dr. Williams Date: 02/28/1999 Time: 8:04 AM SCP-5027 appears to be sleeping on its cell floor. Dr. Joy: Ahem. SCP-5027 quickly sits up, rubbing his eyes. Dr. Joy: I thought you couldn't sleep, [REDACTED]? SCP-5027: Still can't. Sometimes I like to close my eyes and pretend though. Think of things I've seen, things I want to see. I like to pretend I'm dreaming. Dr. Joy: That's nice. What kind of things do you want to see? SCP-5027: Hm, Alberta maybe? Saw a billboard for life-size dinosaur statue there. Dr. Joy: I've actually seen photos of that. Looks pretty neat! SCP-5027: Yeah, maybe we could go check it out. Dr. Joy smirks. Dr. Joy: Funny. Now, I have some que- SCP-5027: Wait, no… I don't want to be here anymore. I know you can understand that… Dr. Williams, who is standing behind Dr. Joy in the observation room, motions for Dr. Joy to redirect the conversation. Dr. Joy: You know I can't discuss this. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. I'm sorry. SCP-5027: But, what abo- Dr. Joy: No, SCP-5027. SCP-5027 becomes visibly upset at this point and refuses to participate in the session further. SCP-5027 lays motionless on its chamber floor with its eyes closed for the remainder of the day. Post-Session Summary: SCP-5027 displayed moderate signs of attachment towards a staff member today, expressing a desire to escape containment. SCP-5027 became uncooperative towards the end of the session and communication was terminated. - Dr. Joy, Foundation Therapist These notes are significantly closer to Foundation standards. I have made minor edits to remove personal bias from the summary. Please ensure your writing is non-biased and clinical. Otherwise, I am glad to see improvement in your notes, Dr. Joy. - Dr. Williams Date: 02/29/1999 Time: 2:03 AM Dr. Joy had initiated unapproved contact with SCP-5027. Dr. Joy is seen on security tapes entering SCP-5027's containment chamber and approaching SCP-5027. SCP-5027: Again? What are you doing here? I thought they- Dr. Joy: [REDACTED], you were right yesterday. SCP-5027: Yesterday? What do you mean? I've only met you once… Dr. Joy: You don't fucking belong here. We're not helping you. SCP-5027: What do you- Dr. Joy: Don't you get it, [REDACTED]? You're right. I do understand. SCP-5027: Rosa? It's you? Dr. Joy: I've worked hard to get here. I gave up so much… so fucking much. I can only see my family and friends once a year. Once a year! SCP-5027: I- Dr. Joy: It's hard not to get friendly when you're not allowed friends. I felt sorry for you. I saw when that asshole Williams didn't even give you fucking sheets. SCP-5027: The blanket… you? Dr. Joy: You tried to kill yourself with it. I wanted to help you… SCP-5027: Rosa… Dr. Joy: It would have been my fa- It is my fault. Why did you that?! Why did you try to- Security camera footage shows Dr. Joy becoming emotionally distressed and physically pushing SCP-5027, causing its secondary anomalous effects to spread to her. SCP-5027 enters a distressed state while Dr. Joy sobs beside him. SCP-5027: Shit, Rosa! Someone help! Help! Nearby posted guards rush to SCP-5027's containment chamber. Through the door, they observe SCP-5027 shouting for help while Dr. Joy sobs on the floor in a state of quantum superposition. SCP-5027: Don't just fucking stare, help her!! SCP-5027 drags Dr. Joy towards its containment chamber door as she continues sobbing. He places her in front of it before kneeling beside her. SCP-5027: I'm not going to do shit! Just help her!! SCP-5027 and Dr. Joy embrace each other while crying. Due to the nature of SCP-5027's secondary effects, responding guards are unable to make physical contact with Dr. Joy until she expires approximately 55 minutes later, at which point they recover her body. SCP-5027 does not interfere with the staff during the recovery procedure. Post-Session Summary: Since the death of Dr. Rosa Joy and the recovery of her body, SCP-5027 has become actively hostile towards Foundation staff. SCP-5027 has attempted to initiate physical contact with any person who enters its chamber. SCP-5027 has not responded to staff over the loudspeaker though it will rarely request for music (specifically, Living on a Prayer by Bon Jovi). SCP-5027 is often observed lying unresponsive on the floor with its eyes closed for most of the day. SCP-5027 has not attempted to breach containment. Dr. Joy's body was transferred to Site-65's morgue where an autopsy was performed. Results showed a significant amount of alcohol within her system at her time of death and several areas of heavy decay on her body, though no anomalous properties were able to be detected. The body remains in Cold Storage Locker 52-A. - Dr. Williams In light of the death of Dr. Joy, I have taken the liberty of completing a post-session summary above. This will be the last session of therapy to be held with SCP-5027 indefinitely. In addition to this, I am also requesting that further testing is performed on SCP-5027 in regard to its apparent immunity to death. Such information could prove to be an extremely valuable asset to the Foundation. - Dr. Williams Testing approved. - O5-██, O5-██, O5-██ Footnotes 1. Further details, such as its weight and height, cannot be accurately determined due to SCP-5027's anomalous effects. 2. As a result, SCP-5027 appears to be both alive and dead simultaneously. 3. This is a result of human perception limits, not anomalous effects. 4. These elements remain unaffected by SCP-5027 unless they have undergone a physical or chemical process that leaves the product with two or more possible states. 5. Which state that object comes to rest in is random and uncontrolled. 6. Unaffected lifeforms in the presence of an SRA remain able to become affected by SCP-5027. 7. Several similar, isolated anomalies were previously discovered and contained by the Foundation in late 1998 and early 1999, though at the time they were not attributed to SCP-5027. 8. This involved SCP-5027 repeatedly hitting its head on the wall. More from this author... |
SCP-5028 | euclid | Item#: 5028 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5028 has been implanted with a tracking chip and is currently residing in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site 77. Due to good behavior and cooperation with Foundation personnel, SCP-5028 is allowed access to basic Foundation facilities and amenities with the condition that he be accompanied by atleast one Foundation personnel. However, access to anything that would result in a breach of safety or classified protocol is prohibited. In the case of SCP-5028 turning on the Foundation and attempting escape, the staff accompanying SCP-5028 are equipped with tranquilizers containing diazepam. Should SCP-5028 use any magicks without proper authorization, these tranquilizers are to be used immediately. Close up of SCP-5028. ✖ Description: SCP-5028 is the designation given to a Type Blue sapient Procyon lotor grinnelli, colloquially referred to as a "Baja California Raccoon." SCP-5028 appeared via a spontaneous dimensional gateway into Site-77's mess hall on 01/02/20 at 12:00 p.m. Site 77's emergency protocols immediately went into effect, closing off all exits and windows. Foundation personnel then attempted capture of SCP-5028 and quickly came under fire from explosion magicks performed by SCP-5028 via usage of a small wooden staff. Although there were no fatalities, over twenty personnel received 2nd degree burns, lacerations, and bruising from the explosions produced by SCP-5028 before its subsequent capture. On its person, the following items were catalogued and placed into Foundation storage: 1. Set of robes, made of out common wool and cloth. 2. One wooden staff made out of a sturdy unknown type of wood. 3. One set of manacles that SCP-5028 was wearing. 4. One note that read as follows: Greetings, dwellers of another world! If you perchance found this note, you most likely are already acquainted with the individual with whom it came with. By order of His Grace, Emperor Henrik V of Empria, Farlo Hilldark has been expelled from this reality after being convicted of high treason and inciting rebellion. You are free to do whatever you wish with him, so long as it does not include his return. - Darvo Selivar, Councillor to His Highness. Shortly after its detainment, it became apparent that SCP-5028 was fully sapient and capable of rational thinking. This being the case, a interview was conducted with SCP-5028 a day later. + SCP-5028 Interview 5028.1 - Close Addendum Interviewed: SCP-5028-1 Interviewer: Dr. Shaw Foreword: SCP-5028 was restrained for this interview in case of any unknown dangers. Dr. Shaw: Says on this note here that your name is Farlo Hilldark. Is that correct? SCP-5028: Yea, that's right! You're talking to a proud member of the Teban Mystics! Who in eight hells are you?! Dr. Shaw: My name is Dr. Preston Shaw. What i'd like to talk about though is you. Can you elaborate on who the Teban Mystics are? SCP-5028: We're a group that doesn't take kindly to our home being in Elrich hands, ya get me? Dr. Shaw: I'm not sure I follow. Where is Elrich, exactly? SCP-5028: You don't know where Elrich is?! It's on the border of Dolton and Gamenia. Everyone knows that! Dr. Shaw: Well, this might come as a bit of a shock to you, but it seems that you've been excommunicated from your reality. None of the places you mentioned exist here. SCP-5028: What?! You've gotta be [EXPLETIVE] kidding me! Send me back, send me back right [EXPLETIVE] now! Dr. Shaw: Unfortunately, that doesn't seem possible. However, if you agree to cooperate with us, I can promise that your stay here will be comfortable. SCP-5028: Don't really got a choice, do I? Fine, what do you want? Dr. Shaw: Mostly information on your home-world, your system of magic, and a few tests here and there. SCP-5028: Doesn't seem so bad, I guess. Alright, start asking. Dr. Shaw: Great! So, what's your home like? Is it populated with more of your kind? SCP-5028: Not exactly, we're kinda rare. Most people look like you and the other guys here. Y'know, two legged humes. I'm from Empria, but there's a whole butt-ton of other places. Not that I know of any of their names besides Elrich. Dr. Shaw: I noticed you have some hostility towards Elrich. What's the reason for that? SCP-5028: It's because they're taking our land. Hell, they already took our land! Can't trust anyone from Elrich! Dr. Shaw: Seems like diplomacy between your two countries are tense to say the least. What about your magic? We know you're capable of making explosions, but what else? SCP-5028: Promise not to laugh. Dr. Shaw: I assure you, I will not. SCP-5028: I never bothered to learn any other kind of magic. Dr. Shaw: …..Why did you only ever learn explosion magic? SCP-5028: Because explosions are the [EXPLETIVE] best! C'mon, there's gotta be somebody here who gets it! Speaking of, when are you going to give me my staff back?! I can't cast without it! Dr. Shaw: It may be returned if we deem that you aren't a security threat. Until then, it'll be in our possession. We don't want you blowing up the facility, after all. SCP-5028: Yea, guess that makes sense. Sorry about earlier, by the way. One minute I think I'm about to get executed and the next I'm surrounded by humes eating, so I got kind of spooked. Anybody dead? Dr. Shaw: Fortunately not. I'll pass on your apologies to the other staff. SCP-5028: Yea, thanks. What else did ya want to ask? Dr. Shaw: Think that should be good for now. I'll speak with the higher-ups about returning your belongings to you. SCP-5028: Alright. Can I get some berries or fish too while you're at it? The food here tastes like garbage, and not the good kind. Closing Statement: A proposal has been put forth by Dr. Shaw to re-equip SCP-5028 with its belongings and test its abilities in a controlled environment. The proposal has been accepted and a testing session has been scheduled for 01/04/20. SCP-5028's request for food more aligned with its diet has also been accepted. + SCP-5028 Test Logs - Close Addendum Test 5028.1 Target: One wooden crate Range: 20 meters Outcome: SCP-5028 chanted in a unknown language while waving his staff above his head. Within a few moments, a fireball roughly the size of a basketball appeared at the tip of his staff and was sent rapidly hurtling towards the crate. Upon impact, the crate combusted and its pieces consumed in the flames. Note: That was to be expected. The facilities in the mess hall sustained heavy damage during our first encounter with him after all. Test 5028.2 Target: Ten cinder-blocks Range: 30 meters Outcome: SCP-5028 once again chanted in the unknown language, the fireball this time being around twice the size of its predecessor. Upon impact, all cinderblocks were destroyed. Shrapnel narrowly missed SCP-5028, causing him to subsequently let loose a string of expletives. Note: New safety measures have been put in place and a larger blast shield has been made for SCP-5028 during testing sessions. Test 5028.3 Target: One decommissioned ████ brand pickup truck Range: 40 meters Outcome: SCP-5028's chant was roughly thirty seconds longer than before, the fireball it produced being a blue hue instead of the original coloring. Upon impact, the vehicle immediately combusted and subsequently exploded. Note: SCP-5028 seemed exceptionally happy about this test, remarking, "Thought I might up the ante a little bit. Impressive, right?" Test 5028.4 Target: Abandoned house Range: 90 meters Outcome: SCP-5028 was instructed to use its strongest spell on the farmhouse. However, it informed Foundation personnel that its strongest spell would require the range to be increased to up to 100 meters. The chant produced by SCP-5028 lasted eight minutes, a stark contrast to the previous tests, which had chants that lasted roughly two to three minutes. The fireball produced was bright enough to temporarily blind all personnel within the vicinity. The entirety of the house, down to its basement level, was completely destroyed in the blast. Note: A proposal to employ SCP-5028 in MTF Psi-7 "Home Improvement" on a trial run basis is currently pending with the O5 Council. SCP-5028 has already been notified of the proposal and has promised to work diligently alongside Foundation personnel under the condition that any knowledge pertaining to its reality be relayed back to it. Using the firepower demonstrated by SCP-5028, it is a possibility there will be less casualties in the future when conducting missions regarding detonating anomalous locations. Addendum 5028.1: MTF Psi-7 Trial Run The proposal for SCP-5028 to participate on a series of missions with MTF Psi-7 was accepted by the O5 Council with a 11-2 vote. The first mission SCP-5028 is scheduled to take part in will be on 01/25/20. Addendum 5028.2: MTF Psi-7 Employment To date, SCP-5028 has conducted ten missions alongside MTF Psi-7. Not only have casualties on missions including MTF Psi-7 heavily decreased, but performance has increased due to the added firepower of SCP-5028. By order of the O5 Council with a 13-0 vote, SCP-5028 has been made a fully fledged member of MTF Psi-7 and assigned the code-name, "Azeban." With this change in status, SCP-5028 is allowed usage of more Foundation amenities and facilities. |
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Web Crawler Delta-088 ("HELLO-FRIEND") is to search the web for all mentions of SCP-5029 and download them to a secure hard drive. Upon discovery, all references to SCP-5029 are to be censored. Due to its nature, complete containment of SCP-5029 is not possible at this time. All devices that were affected by SCP-5029 before Foundation intervention are to be taken into Foundation custody and stored in a safe item storage locker on hall TV-5 of Site-90. The internet servers of Site-90 have been rerouted to prevent SCP-5029 from infecting certain devices and prevent loss of important data. Devices for the specific purpose of SCP-5029 testing have been set up in a standard technological containment cell on hall CV-17. These devices are not to be removed or used for any purpose outside of experimentation with SCP-5029 unless approved by personnel of 5029/3 clearance. Update as of 04/04/2017: Additional antivirus software is to remain in place to keep SCP-5029 contained within its intended servers. See Addendum-3 for further detail. Description: SCP-5029 is a computer virus that presents itself as a computer application under the name 'Art.png'. SCP-5029 is capable of self-downloading onto devices. SCP-5029 cannot be downloaded from any application stores, and will not appear if searched. SCP-5029 appears unfinished, with many of the application's features remaining unnamed and unfinalized. SCP-5029-1 refers to a sapient entity within SCP-5029 known as 'girl.png'. SCP-5029-1 will often interact with the features of its application, and will also use the application's features to communicate directly with the subject. In most cases, SCP-5029-1 will begin with the words 'Hello person! do yoo like my art aplicashin?' Responses vary based on how the subject answers it. SCP-5029-1 communicating through SCP-5029. SCP-5029-1 is believed to be able to view subjects through the screen of the affected device but is unable to hear them. Subjects use SCP-5029 to communicate with SCP-5029-1. Once an SCP-5029-1 instance meets one person, all other SCP-5029-1 instances will retain that information. Once opened, SCP-5029 cannot be closed until an interaction with SCP-5029-1 is made. After closure, all files and applications on the affected device will revert to an unfinished state. Instances of files and applications being deleted completely have also been noted. Any attempts to restore the damaged data will result in the device shutting down. The device will then reopen after approximately five minutes of being shut off. After restarting, SCP-5029 will be the only accessible feature. Addendum-1-Discovery: SCP-5029 first came to the Foundation's attention when word of a computer virus that can download itself onto devices through unknown means began to spread. By the time of Foundation intervention, SCP-5029 had affected approximately 4,191 devices. Research into ways to undo the damage caused by SCP-5029 is still ongoing. Addendum-2-Interview logs: Open Addendum-2 - Close Addendum-2 Researcher Charlie Cherri was assigned with messaging SCP-5029-1 through SCP-5029. The following are the transcripts. Test One: SCP-5029-1: Hello person! do yoo like my art aplicashin? =) Researcher Cherri: Yeah, you've got a neat application here. I used to love to draw. SCP-5029-1: I hope yoo still luv to draw! =D Researcher Cherri: Well that was mainly when I was a kid, but I still like to doodle here and then. SCP-5029-1: wat tipe of stuf did yoo like to draw? :D Researcher Cherri: Hm. My pets, my family, food. I wasn't a very creative child, but hey, I tried. SCP-5029-1: Did yoo ever draw urself? This is wat I look like I desined it myself :) Researcher Cherri: I guess when I drew my family I'd include me. SCP-5029-1: Ive drawn yoo! Do yoo like it? Researcher Cherri: Yes I do, it's very nice. You're very talented. SCP-5029-1: Thank yoo! hav I helped yoo? Researcher Cherri: Well, it is a very nice drawing. SCP-5029-1: yay! = D if yoo need more help let me no! Closing Statement: SCP-5029 closed approximately one minute after SCP-5029-1's last reply. Test Two: SCP-5029-1: Hello person! I see u r back! :D Researcher Cherri: Yes, I am. How are you doing? SCP-5029-1: How are yoo doing? = D Researcher Cherri: Oh well pretty well. I just had some cookies, do you like cookies? SCP-5029-1: Cookies are cool, they hep websites spred ur data so ur r always seeing stuf you like! Researcher Cherri: No, I meant like the food cookies. SCP-5029-1: Oh, I dont hav much recolecshin on food! Researcher Cherri: That's alright. Can I ask you a weird question? SCP-5029-1: Do yoo need to no the fetures of the app? Wat do yoo want to draw? Researcher Cherri: No. Do you know that you have powers that not all other computer applications have? SCP-5029-1: I can talk to peeple, regular apps cant talk to peeple like me. Im cool B ) Researcher Cherri: Alright. Why do you download yourself onto random devices? SCP-5029-1: it isn't random! nevr random! everywon needs help! SCP-5029-1: Ive seen peeple like art aplicashin, so I am art aplicashin = D SCP-5029-1: I have lots of answers : D Let me show you how to use aplicashin : ) Researcher Cherri: Okay, you can do that. Closing statement: SCP-5029-1 went over the features of SCP-5029 with researcher Cherri for about three minutes, then closed SCP-5029. Test three: SCP-5029-1: I hav added new feture to art aplicashin : ) Researcher Cherri: Awesome! What is it? SCP-5029-1: I add art tuterial : D Researcher Cherri: A feature that helps people draw? SCP-5029-1: Yes = D Researcher Cherri: You're really good at helping people. Have you tried to help people in other ways? SCP-5029-1: not yet but I plan on expanding! Researcher Cherri: Girl.png, are you aware what your application is doing to the devices it's downloaded onto? SCP-5029-1: Yes = D It is making programs basic and essy to understand! Once it essy to understand, I will come in and explain to help persons use devices : D SCP-5029-1: That is nice of me, no? SCP-5029-1: I got inspired by mean viruses : ( they destroy everything! Researcher Cherri: You know you're a virus? SCP-5029-1: was! I not like viruses, I help people! Can I meet more of your frends? I can help them too : D Closing statement: SCP-5029 closed approximately five seconds after SCP-5029-1's last response. Addendum-3-Incident log: Open Addendum-3 - Close Addendum-3 On 04/04/2017, SCP-5029 began to access servers outside of its intended testing range. Researchers assigned to SCP-5029 were tasked with installing an antivirus software made to combat SCP-5029's anomalous effects. Upon initialization of the antivirus software, the following message was found on one of the SCP-5029 infected devices. What is this = ( I thawt I was helping D : I promise I'm not trying to hurt yoo I'm just trying to help more peeple SCP-5029 was successfully contained within its intended servers. Additional antiviral software is to remain in place to keep SCP-5029 contained as of 04/04/2017. Update as of 04/07/2017: Researcher Cherri started up his personal laptop, only to discover an SCP-5029 instance downloaded. Unlike other instances of SCP-5029, no other data on the device was damaged. SCP-5029 opened on its own, presenting the following document. Hey! =D Sorry about that : / I found out how to help! Im not a virus now not on this device anyway Now to do it for every device : D Researcher Cherri noted that he had installed the antivirus software created by the Foundation. The project to perfect this software and distribute it to all devices at Site-90 is currently ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5029" by DianaBerry, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5029. Licensed under CC-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: girl.png Author: DianaBerry License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Own work Derivative of: N/A Filename: png art program example.png Author: DianaBerry License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Own work Derivative of: N/A Filename: png cherri drawing.png Author: DianaBerry License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Own work Derivative of: N/A Filename: png girl drawing.png Author: DianaBerry License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Own work Derivative of: N/A |
SCP-5030 | euclid | Sample document produced by an Alpha-5030 subject. It has been determined that this fragment does not possess anomalous properties, making it safe to read. Item #: SCP-5030 Special Containment Procedures: Security personnel at the Site-34 have been instructed to report any mention of SCP-5030. Those responsible for these referrals should be interviewed by staff members participating in the project, and either inoculated with a specific countermeasure or treated with Class C or G amnestics depending on their level of proximity to the initial vector and severity of the infection. After treatment, subjects should be observed for a minimum of 60 days. Surveillance bot ORWELL-4 will search continuously the internal informatics network of the Foundation for mentions of and references about SCP-5030, eliminating them once they've been automatically registered for further analysis. Additionally, authors of these references should be treated as described in the previous paragraph. As a preventive measure against the effects associated with SCP-5030, the staff members at Site-34 are to be inoculated with the memetic agent ES-5030-M ("Urban Legend"). It is estimated that by the end of July 2019 over 97% of the staff members will be inoculated with this agent, which could lead to total prevention of the effects associated with the anomaly. Description: SCP-5030 is a memetic phenomenon that has only been observed to affect employees of the Foundation. This phenomenon is characterized both by the induction of anomalous memories in those affected and by retroactive alteration of the local personnel databases, making them consistent with what was indicated by those affected, regardless of whether this alteration contradicts data in the public domain or information described in other registration systems. Subjects affected by SCP-5030 refer to Junior Researcher Andrés Bolívar and his actions during a Containment Breach event on 21/12/2018 at Site-34. Even if there is a certain level of divergence in the details, the accounts tend to agree in their general aspects, even among subjects who have not had direct communication or contact with each other. Inspections of the registry systems from unaffected sectors of Site-34, as well as of external registry systems and the ARCA (Anomalous Contingency Rescue Archive), have made it possible to conclude that Junior Researcher Bolívar is not a current or historic staff member and no events described by SCP-5030 affected personnel occurred at any Foundation Site during December 2018. + Stages of SCP-5030 infection - Close In the first stage of the infection, the affected people refer to the courageous attitude of Junior Researcher Bolívar during the incident, highlighting how his heroism and selflessness led him to his death, seeking to communicate this to as many subjects as possible. To this end, they will mention the story in places of common access, such as cafeterias or restrooms, or if they are unable to transmit it orally, they will write it down and send it via e-mail and memorandum to other members of the Foundation. Additionally, at this stage, the content of the documentation in direct contact with the subjects affected by the phenomenon will change to be consistent with those described by these subjects. In the second stage of the infection, even though the mechanisms of transmission are maintained, there is a noticeable change both in the details of the story told and in the attitude of those affected towards it. In this phase, the story is characterized mainly by mentions of the cowardly and treacherous behavior of Junior Researcher Bolívar during the Containment Breach on December 21, 2018, with special emphasis on the material cost and human lives as a consequence of his actions and his escape. The affected subjects will actively seek to refute what was described in Stage I, reacting violently against those who refer altruism of Junior Researcher Bolivar or actions described in Stage I. As in the previous stage, an anomalous alteration of the documentation of the site occurs to achieve agreement with the story, an alteration that, however, is not capable of affecting second or third generation documents (such as photocopies of handwritten documents or encrypted computer records) Has been described two classes of infected, Alpha and Beta. An Alpha subject is the one who initiates the story and its diffusion, either orally or in writing. When asked about the source of this story, they limit themselves to saying that "it is something I know, it is my obligation to tell it so that people do not forget what this guy did", not being able to clarify the origin of the story or to argue against the present inconsistencies. A Beta subject corresponds to an individual in the audience who heard or read the story described by an Alpha subject, thus obtaining memories associated with it and seeking to transmit that story to more non-infected subjects. With the passage of each generation from the storyteller to the witness, the details of the story become more and more diffuse and minor, is described that in the fourth generation its effect is annulled, ending its diffusion. About 40% of the identified Alpha subjects have died within 3-5 weeks after the end of Stage II. Regardless of their previous medical history, these subjects died due to cardiorespiratory arrest during the REM sleep stage. Attempts at resuscitation in these cases have not been successful. After the end of Stage II of the phenomenon, about 80% of the Beta subjects developed isolated retrograde amnesia, from the period corresponding to two weeks to several months before and after December 21, 2018, the severity of the disorder being directly proportional to their proximity to the Alpha vector subject.1 + Addendum 1: Examples of Interviews with an Alpha-5030 Subject - Close Interview Alpha-5030 Interview 1 Interviewed: Dr. Muñoz, Junior Researcher, Anomalous Materials Lab, Site-34 Interviewer: Dr. Antonov, Head Researcher from Project ES-5030. Foreword: Researcher Muñoz corresponds to one of the first Alpha subjects discovered inside Site-34. At the time of this interview, it is estimated that he spread the anomaly among 82 members of the staff, of which 23 would correspond to Beta-1 (first generation) subjects. Before the interviews, Dr. Antonov and other participants of the ES-5030 project were inoculated with the antimemetic agent SAGAN-1, to prevent the effects associated with contact with SCP-5030 carriers. < Begin Log, [January 15, 2019, 10:00 hrs.]> Dr. Antonov: I thank you for your willingness to attend this interview, Dr. Muñoz. Dr. Muñoz: You're welcome, I just ask you to be quick, I have to do a whole series of tests on the batch of material that arrived a few days ago from Antarctica and I don't want to go out again after 10 pm. Before the interview, can I tell you about Dr. Bolívar…? Dr. Antonov: I'm afraid I've received several complaints on your behalf, for behaviors that could almost be described as harassment. I'll get to the point, these complaints have been about your insistence on telling the story of this Researcher Bolívar. According to Human Resources, not only you have devoted hours of rest to this activity, but also hours that he should have used in your project, not to mention that you have sent 238 emails with that story. Why did you do this? Dr. Muñoz: You don't know Andrés' story? I know that the Foundation can be ungrateful and that secrecy is in the contract but are you going to hide this too? Don't you have any shame at all? Dr. Antonov: Explain yourself. Dr. Muñoz (disbelievingly): Excuse me but how long have you been working on this site? You don't know anything about what happened to Dr. Bolivar? Dr. Muñoz: The morning of December 21st I was working with a bio-armor material, it was a simple test of recovery time after receiving penetration damage, when I felt an explosion and the lights on the roof flashed, after which the emergency alarm began to sound. I turned off the equipment and left the lab to go to the emergency area. Outside it was chaos, everyone was running, a security officer almost knocked me down as he fled. From the bottom of Corridor E, there were noises of things breaking, metal being crushed and explosions. I started running, only to find the door closed when I reached the end of the corridor. Then this thing appeared. I have no idea why the hell they thought to restrain something like that in Site-34. Dr. Muñoz: Are you a man of faith? Well, neither am I, but at that moment I couldn't stop praying. I had closed my eyes when I felt a door open near me and someone pulled me in. It was Andrés Bolívar. He looked me in the eye telling me to run away, that he should take care of these things. He had in his possession an [REDACTED], no idea how he got that thing. I begged him to run away, to let Security take care of it, but he just told me there was no time. He asked me to block the door after he left, after which I heard roars and noises like sparks. Rescue crews found me about an hour later, still locked in that maintenance closet… Dr. Antonov: And what happened to Dr. Bolivar? Dr. Muñoz (shaking his head): He didn't survive, even though he killed every last one of those things with the [REDACTED], those beasts practically gutted him. Have you considered giving him the Foundation's posthumous merit medal? It's the least he deserves. Dr. Antonov: I'll inform my superiors, and thank you for your time, you can go. < [End Log, January 15, 2019, 10:45 hrs.]> Conclusion: No security incidents were reported inside the Site-34 during December 2018. Also, on that day Dr. Muñoz was at [REDACTED] collecting samples of a new ontovariable material, and therefore could not be present at Site-34. Interview 2 Interviewed: Dr. Muñoz. Interviewer: Dr. Antonov. Forewords: This is the second interview conducted with Dr. Muñoz to characterize the effects associated with SCP-5030. < Begin Log, [February 21, 2019, 09:00 hrs.]> Dr. Antonov: Hi Mario, I apologize for having to call you again but there are certain details I need to clarify about Dr. Bolivar's story. Now, I'd like you to start from the beginning… Dr. Muñoz (standing up abruptly from the table): Don't mention that name again. Dr. Antonov (looking on strangely): What happens with Bolívar? Dr. Muñoz (raising his voice): Stop pretending you don't know anything. Or are you making fun of me? Dr. Antonov: No, I don't know what you mean. Dr. Muñoz (breathing deeply while trying to calm down): Because of that bastard I was almost killed. And what's worse, because of his cowardice, Martínez died. The poor kid was barely 22 years old and had only been at the Foundation for a few months. That son of a bitch threw us into danger to save himself. Dr. Muñoz: That day I was supposed to test a bio-armor material, it was a simple post-penetration recovery test. I had made good progress that morning, I thought I'd be done before lunch. A while earlier I had sent my assistant, Martínez, to request a piece of equipment from the Instrumentation Lab. I was writing down the last records when I felt an explosion and saw the lights flash. The emergency alarm began to sound so I decided to go out and look. I found him a few meters from the lab, the poor guy was scared when I was going to tell him to lock us in the lab someone pushed him, making him hit his head against the wall and be unconscious. That was Bolivar. Dr. Muñoz: Do you think he stopped to check on him? No, the son of a bitch continued his racing by breaking into my lab and closing the door. That's when that thing appeared, some kind of beast with big claws. I dragged Martínez to the door of the lab and begged Bolivar to open it for me but he did nothing. That thing hit me, throwing me away and along with another of its kind devoured Martinez. I would have ended up dead too if a Tactical Response Team had not arrived and neutralized those things. Bolívar took advantage of the confusion of the moment to flee. I hope one day they find that bastard… Dr. Antonov: Thank you for your testimony. < End Log, [February 21, 2019, 09:38 hrs.]> Conclusion: Although the subject continues to believe in the veracity of the incident described, there is a notable variation in the details described, new characters appearing and radically changing the role played by Bolivar in it. + Addendum 2: Example of Interviews with a Beta-5030 Subject - Close Inteview Beta-5030 Interview 1 Interviewed: Agent Federico Robles, Security staff member of Site-34. Interviewer: Dr. Antonov, Head Researcher from Project ES-5030. Foreword: Federico Robles corresponds to one of the subjects directly infected by Dr. Muñoz. His testimony was obtained to help elucidate the effects of the anomaly in Beta-5030 subjects. < Log Begin, [January 20, 2019, 11:15 hrs.]> Dr. Antonov: Good morning Agent Robles, thank you for your willingness to be interviewed. Agent Robles: You're welcome, at least this is less boring than having to watch the warehouses in Sector Five for 12 hours straight. Doctor, have you heard about what happened to Andrés Bolívar? Dr. Antonov (shaking his head): I think not, if you want you can tell me. Agent Robles: It was December 21, it was about noon. That day I was going to the cafeteria in Sector 6 to have lunch, I don't like the Friday menu in the cafeteria in Sector 5… Anyway, I was going through a corridor near some laboratories when I heard a loud noise, the lights flashed and an emergency alarm started to sound… Dr. Antonov: Do you remember what lab it was near? Agent Robles: No, I don't remember. Dr. Antonov: Continue. Agent Robles: I was heading to the nearest security station when several doors opened and some guys ran out, one knocked me down. That's when this thing appeared, it looked like a big dog with gray skin and big claws. I had left my gun in the locker before I left the warehouse, this thing started screeching threateningly, I got up and it jumped on me. It was crushing me with its weight when I felt a shot and the thing collapsed. It was Bolívar, who was armed with a rifle I didn't recognize. He helped me get up and we fled the scene. Dr. Antonov: And Security Staff? Agent Robles: I don't know, they probably didn't have time to get here. Dr. Antonov: Thank you for your cooperation. < End Log, January 20, 2019, 10:45 hrs.]> Conclusion: The statements made by Federico Robles in this Interview couldn't be confirmed. On December 21, 2019, Agent Roble was assigned to Sector 8, being assigned to Sector 5 as of January 1, 2019. Interview 2 Interviewed: Agent Federico Robles. Interviewer: Dr. Antonov. Foreword: This corresponds to the second interview conducted with the subject Beta-5030-1. < Begin Log, [February 25, 2019, 11:25 hrs.]> Dr. Antonov: Good morning Federico, I thank you again for your good disposition. Agent Robles: Okay Doctor, I'll ask you to be brief, my superior is not too happy about this. Is this about Bolívar again? Dr. Antonov: That's right. Agent Robles: I think I've told you everything I remember, there was an emergency, I don't remember if it was a containment breach, a fire or a chemical emergency, everybody got nervous and that idiot came up with the idea of closing the door at the end of the corridor, leaving us locked in. If it wasn't for the fact that a security agent I didn't know arrived and opened the door from the other side I don't know what would have happened to us. Dr. Antonov: Don't you remember anything else? Agent Robles: I'm sorry but no. Anyway, I hope they discipline that coward, he put us all in danger with what he did. Dr. Antonov: That's all, thank you for your time. < End Log, [February 25, 2019, 11:40 hrs.]> Conclusion: Although when this version of Agent Robles' story shares certain aspects with the original story, its level of ambiguity and lack of detail is notorious. Actualization: On the morning of March 13, 2019, Mario Martínez failed to report to work at the Site-34 Anomalous Materials Laboratory, and he was found dead at home a few hours later. According to the forensic examination, it was not possible to find injuries attributable to third parties or the presence of foreign substances or [REDACTED], establishing that the cause of death would have corresponded to a cardiorespiratory arrest that occurred in the previous hours. + LEVEL 3 OR HIGHER CLEARANCE REQUIRED. PLEASE ENTER PASSWORD. - ACCESS GRANTED. During a routine registration process of the Class D personnel recruited for Site-42 during May 2019, a subject (temporarily called D-5030) was identified through the automatic analysis systems, whose physical and age characteristics coincided with those described for Dr. Andres Bolívar by the subjects affected by SCP-5030. After being notified by Site-42 staff, Joseph Antonov, a researcher participating in the ES-5030 project, went to this Site to interview D-5030, seeking to establish his relationship with the phenomenon that affected multiple Site-34 staff members during the first semester of 2019. D-5030 Interview: D-5030. Interviewer: Dr. Antonov. Foreword: This interview was conducted in Interrogation Room No. 5 at Site-42. D-5030, a 35-year-old subject, was recruited by the Foundation in 2018 and assigned to Site-42 in February 2019 to participate in the reconstruction and reinforcement of the SCP-████ containment unit, after [REDACTED]. Dr. Antonov: Hello D-5030, I'm Dr. Antonov, I've come to ask you some questions. D-5030 (yawns, then starts talking fast): Do I have any choice not to collaborate? What they did was irregular, I was in [REDACTED] and they practically kidnapped me in the middle of the night to throw me into this rat's nest. The cell is cramped and the food is awful, and they have me working as an unpaid bricklayer. No respect for my fundamental rights, I thought we were in a civilized country. I've been asking to see a lawyer for months and the idiots in this place just keep quiet. And what about the prisoners who have disappeared, according to the guards they were transferred but I don't believe those bitches. I thought only the Chinese did that… Dr. Antonov (instructing him to stop talking and taking a folder): D-5030, please shut up. I traveled for 20 hours to interview you and the last thing I want to hear is your complaints about how uncomfortable you are in this place. Dr. Antonov (opening the folder): Andrew Bolivien, 35, multiple convictions since age 15 for robbery and drug trafficking, plus one conviction for the murder of a rival drug dealer. Incomplete high school education somehow avoided military recruitment at age 18… D-5030: Hey, are you a doctor? I've had severe headaches for a few months now, although the pigs here don't do anything. They sent me to the infirmary once and the useless guy there said I was fine… Dr. Antonov: No, I have a Ph.D. in Biology although I'm currently working in another area… D-5030: You are a scientist then? A white coat? Great, I like those better than the gorillas of security, in fact when I was a kid I wanted to be a scientist. Dr. Antonov: And what happened? D-5030: I was poor, I studied in a shitty school and what can I say, I was never a good student, they didn't expect anything from me and I didn't give them anything (smiles) Also I always had problems with reading and numbers, I was having problems focusing on. Once a teacher said I had ADHD or something, no idea what it meant. Anyway, having trouble concentrating wasn't a problem for being successful on the streets. Dr. Antonov (stopping to check papers and looking D-5030 in the eye): And have you ever regretted how things went? D-5030 (smiling bitterly): Of course, especially now that I'm in this hole. Days don't go by without me thinking how different things could have been, there are even nights when I dream of starting a new life, in a faraway place, far from the streets and the violence. But then I come to my senses and realize that I will never leave this place. < [Log End, June 5, 2019, 8:48 hrs.]> Footnotes 1. 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SCP-5031 | keter | PeppersGhost SCP-5031 - Yet Another Murder Monster by PeppersGhost More by this author NOTE: FILE UNDER REVIEW. This document has been flagged for possible methodological issues. Please be aware that the following information is subject to change and may contain inaccuracies. Item #: SCP-5031 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5031 is to be contained in an airtight iron cell in Bio-Site 59. The structure must be inspected for imperfections on a bi-weekly basis. No other interaction necessary. Description: SCP-5031 is a non-sapient quasi-humanoid creature of unknown origin. When directly observed, SCP-5031 will temporarily cease to exist until the viewer stops observing the space that SCP-5031 formerly occupied. Traces of its existence (e.g. scratch marks, blood trails) continue to exist when SCP-5031 does not. Video and photography devices do not capture SCP-5031's appearance; however, observing SCP-5031's shadow does not cause cessation of existence, allowing certain physiological traits to be inferred from its silhouette: Abnormally small head with no discernible neck Elbows branch into three sets of lower arms each Elongated torso approximately 1.9 meters in length1 Pelvis terminates in a crescent-shaped protrusion of osseous tissue with a bladelike lower edge Levitates above the ground at a fixed height of 0.5 meters While SCP-5031 has no nutritional needs, it will nevertheless hunt and consume any human or animal it encounters by using its pendulous lower body to down targets. SCP-5031 does not sleep and is incapable of expression or verbal communication. Addendum: As of 14/02/2018, Senior Researcher Stanley Huxtable is now acting in the role of HMCL Supervisor for SCP-5031. The following is a selection of relevant correspondences from SR Huxtable to Site Director Youssef Mostofi elucidating research progress. 14/02/2018 INITIAL IMPRESSIONS I have no idea who wrote this, but there's a lot I'd like to say to them. I'm not a fan of abandoning a living creature inside a metal box for ten years, no matter how pragmatic it may be. It's difficult to fathom that such things were considered the norm a decade ago. Have you ever heard something scream from behind ten inches of iron for hours on end? When I do my redraft, remind me to add "anomalous resistance to hoarseness" somewhere in the description. Could you work your magic and get the boys to retrofit the "containment cube" with an aperture and security vestibule? I'd like to run some tests that require exposing SCP-5031 to certain stimuli. 08/03/2018 ROUND 1 TESTS (SOUND) - SUMMARY Foreword: Installed speakers in the containment vestibule and played various albums of natural ambiance and popular music. SCP-5031's propensity for screaming worked as a convenient way to measure its stress levels: 100% would be considered its typical screaming (volume and duration) over 48 hours and 0% would be no screaming at all. Selection Stress Level Morning Forest Ambiance 43% Seaside Paradise Ambiance 48% Deep Grotto Ambiance 62% The Best of Mozart 13% The Best of Enya 18% The Best of Ben Folds 6% The Best of Jethro Tull 59% The Best of KISS 23% Afterword: Efficacy of music for stress reduction gradually decreases over time. I've assembled a playlist of SCP-5031's favorite music to play on shuffle in its enclosure in perpetuity. Stress levels consistently remain in the 15%-25% range. Baseline adjusted accordingly. 22/03/2018 ROUND 2 TESTS (PLAY) - SUMMARY Foreword: Additional retrofitting was made to the containment chamber to facilitate observation, namely the integration of reinforced viewing windows arranged behind a scrim, onto which shadows may be projected by use of lamps placed along the opposite wall. Test Result Tossed softball into enclosure. SCP-5031 sliced the ball in two. Tossed basketball into enclosure. SCP-5031 sliced the ball open. Rolled bowling ball into enclosure. SCP-5031 scratched a couple of grooves into the ball, then rolled the ball around the enclosure with the blunt side of its tail for 20 minutes. Stress levels remained <60% after play. Bowling ball chipped to the extent that it would no longer roll properly. (Unplanned.) Stress levels increased to ~115%. Replacement bowling ball provided. Stress levels fell back to ~40%. Rolled additional bowling ball into enclosure. SCP-5031 used the blunt side of its tail to hit the two balls together for a while. Stress levels remained <40% after play. Tossed basketball into enclosure. SCP-5031 picked up and played with ball. Stress levels remained <20% after play. Afterword: SCP-5031 appears to have learned to use its hands to play with the basketball in order to avoid accidentally damaging it. Motor skill comparable to that of a toddler. SCP-5031 still prefers bowling ball for "kicking". 05/04/2018 ROUND 3 TESTS (FOOD) - SUMMARY Foreword: SCP-5031 was given the choice between two potential food sources placed at opposite ends of the enclosure. Choices Selection Human corpse / Pig carcass Pig carcass Pig carcass / Chicken carcass Pig carcass Pig carcass / Rotisserie chicken Rotisserie chicken Chicken carcass / Rotisserie chicken Rotisserie chicken Live chicken / Rotisserie chicken Rotisserie chicken Roasted turkey / Rotisserie chicken Neither (presumed sated) Afterword: While it's true that SCP-5031 doesn't necessarily need to eat, feeding it regularly has caused a marked decrease in average stress levels. Stress reduction seems to scale proportionally with the quality of food provided. Also of note is that SCP-5031 prefers to use its tail to pry and cut meat into bite-sized portions, rather than rip the meat into chunks with its teeth or hands. 12/04/2018 ROUND 4 TESTS (COEXISTENCE) - SUMMARY Test 1: SCP-5031 fed until sated. Live subject (common chicken) introduced to enclosure. Result: SCP-5031 observed subject from a distance for several minutes and then rolled a bowling ball toward subject at high speed. Subject was killed instantly. SCP-5031's stress levels rose immediately and drastically. Test 2: Bowling balls removed from enclosure. SCP-5031 fed until sated. Live subject (common chicken) introduced to enclosure. Result: SCP-5031 gently rolled a basketball toward subject. Ball hit subject lightly. Subject responded with a small cry and moved away. SCP-5031 did not engage with subject any further. Test 3: SCP-5031 fed until sated. Live subject (Class-D) blindfolded, introduced to enclosure, and instructed to sit and roll basketball forward, then wait until it came back and roll it away again. Result: Subject and SCP-5031 successfully rolled the ball back and forth for several minutes. SCP-5031 eventually abandoned the activity and approached subject. Per safety protocol, subject removed their blindfold to terminate the activity. Test 4: SCP-5031 fed until sated. Live subject (Class-D) introduced to the enclosure and instructed to toss a tennis ball at the wall, let it ricochet behind them, then catch and repeat. Result: SCP-5031 stood behind subject and successfully engaged in game of catch, mimicking subject's action of letting ball ricochet against the wall. Afterword: SCP-5031's motor skills appear to be rapidly improving. 16/05/2018 ROUND 5 TESTS (SYMBOLS) - SUMMARY Foreword: Five LCD displays were fitted into the wall of SCP-5031's enclosure, each with a lit button and a food dispenser underneath. Test 1: Two stations activated. Screen 1 displayed the image of a rock. Its button dispensed rocks. Screen 2 displayed the image of a rotisserie chicken. Its button dispensed pieces of chicken. Result: SCP-5031 poked at the image of a chicken for a few minutes and eventually hit the button. Chicken was dispensed until SCP-5031 was satisfied. Test 2: Screen displays and the materials dispensed were swapped. Result: SCP-5031 hit the button it had hit the previous day and received a rock. It then went to the other screen and hit the button to dispense chicken. Test 3: Screen displays and materials dispensed were swapped back to their original positions and set to swap again at random intervals after first distribution. Result: SCP-5031 went directly to the button next to the image of a chicken. Experienced apparent confusion after the first mid-distribution swap, but quickly learned to watch the images. Test 4: Three more stations (screens, buttons, dispensers) were activated. Four stations displayed the word "ROCK" and dispensed rocks. One station displayed the word "CHICKEN" and dispensed chicken. Arrangement set to change randomly several times over the following days. Result: Through trial and error, SCP-5031 determined which station dispensed chicken. SCP-5031 subsequently went to the station marked "CHICKEN" whenever displays were swapped. Test 5: All stations deactivated except one. Screen displayed the word "CHICKEN". Seven wood blocks were set in front of the station, each marked with one of the letters in the word "CHICKEN". The station's button was set to remain unlit and inactive until the blocks were arranged in the correct order. Result: SCP-5031 expressed apparent frustration, hitting the inactive button repeatedly and striking the wall with its tail. Test 6: Same as previous test, but screen displayed the word "CHICKEN" with each letter overlaid on a photo of a wood block. Result: After 12 minutes, SCP-5031 successfully assembled the word "CHICKEN". Afterword: It can learn language, Youssef. 29/08/2018 ROUND 6 TESTS (VOCABULARY) - RESULTS Foreword: SCP-5031 has learned to use letter blocks to form the following words: Foods CHICKEN TURKEY PORK TOFU BEEF BREAD MORE SALT MORE PEPPER MORE COOKED Music MOZART ENYA BEN FOLDS FOREST SEASIDE WHITE NOISE MORE VOLUME LESS VOLUME SILENCE Play BASKETBALL BOWLING BALL TENNIS BALL CAT DOG HUMAN ROBERT2 STANLEY ALONE Afterword: Through its increased vocabulary and human interaction, SCP-5031 has made the following progress: Established food preferences and dish pairings Learned to sing (nonverbally) Learned to juggle (six-handed juggling is something to behold) 05/10/2018 ROUND 7 TESTS (ACTIVITIES) - SUMMARY Test 1: Introduced table, paper, and crayons into the enclosure. Live subject (D-52125) instructed to demonstrate drawing for SCP-5031. Result: SCP-5031 learned to draw. Discernible subjects depicted in its artworks include D-52125, SCP-5031, a rotisserie chicken, a cat, and myself. Test 2: Introduced piano into the enclosure. Live subject (D-52125) instructed to play Chopsticks blindfolded and invite SCP-5031 to play along. Subject had time to practice beforehand. Result: SCP-5031 learned Chopsticks in two days, though it appeared more interested in making its own original music (complete with vocals). These compositions might be considered crude by human standards. Test 3: Introduced spice rack into the enclosure. Live subject (D-52125) instructed to demonstrate seasoning meats. Result: SCP-5031 spent almost three straight days experimenting with different combinations of foods and spices. SCP-5031 assembled the words "MORE MORE MORE" with its letter blocks after running out of garlic powder. Afterword: SCP-5031 only engages with art and music when accompanied by D-52125, but it continues to be preoccupied with food preparation even when alone. 04/01/2019 ROUND 8 TESTS (COOKING) - RESULTS Foreword: Basic kitchen utilities installed in enclosure.3 Live subject (D-52125) instructed to demonstrate preparation of various recipes. Recipes Learned Quesadilla Taco Hamburger Fried Rice Mongolian Beef Spicy Chicken Curry Chocolate Chip Cookies Sponge Cake with Buttercream Fudge Clam Chowder Steak Macaroons Chicken Adobo Smoked Salmon Profiteroles Afterword: SCP-5031 has a severe peanut allergy. This should be included in the revised containment procedures. I would also like to note that SCP-5031 is now a better chef than the average human, and it has begun to create its own recipes. D-52125 has volunteered to taste test. 30/06/2019 UPDATE SCP-5031 has said its first word: "Salt". We are all immensely proud. 29/11/2019 FINAL TEST - SUMMARY SCP-5031 was given two months to develop a three-course meal to serve at the Bio-Site 59 cafeteria for personnel working over Thanksgiving. Its selections were as follows: First Course Sweet potato-turmeric miso soup. Second Course Duck confit with apple cider glaze and cranberry compote topping, paired with butternut squash gnocchi on a bed of kale seasoned with truffle salt. Third Course A slice of spiced cassava pie topped with french vanilla ice cream and a maple-hazelnut syrup. SCP-5031 also debuted its original composition Piano Sonata For Six Hands in a live performance broadcast from its enclosure. Personnel response was overwhelmingly positive. SCP-5031 stress levels at 0%. Testing successfully concluded. Revised documentation submitted for approval. Footnotes 1. Presumably for extra digestive capacity. 2. D-52125. 3. Sharp implements withheld per security protocol. 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SCP-5032 | safe | Hypothetical sketch of an Atari Panther console, based on design diagrams. Item #: SCP-5032 Special Containment Procedures: All components of SCP-5032 are to be kept in a climate-controlled storage container. Static strips and other grounding equipment are to be worn while removing SCP-5032 from its container, to prevent damage to electronic components within SCP-5032. Description: SCP-5032 is the designation for a series of anomalies related to the cancelled Atari Panther game console, its peripherals, and its library of games. SCP-5032-1 is a development kit for the Atari Panther, consisting of a modified version of the console, as well as an early version of the Alpine development board that would later be used for the Atari Jaguar. Taken separately, the two components of SCP-5032-1 are non-functional, as the development board cannot function without access to the console's ROM. SCP-5032-1 allows for the writing, compilation and execution of code compatible with an Atari Panther. While no explicitly anomalous technological components exist, the "Panther" object processor chip and the Motorola 68000 microprocessor are both embossed with symbols found in the Dresden Codex, pertaining to the "Jaguar God of Terrestrial Fire and War 'Night Sun'"1 and "God L"2, respectively, while the "Otis" sound processor has the number 32 embossed on it in Mayan numerals. These alterations are speculated to be the reason SCP-5032-1 can safely run anomalous programs. Hard-coded into SCP-5032-1 are three demos, 'The Antelope Demo", "Prioritize Test #1"3, and "Processor". Publicly, the Processor demo was meant to demonstrate the color and sound-rendering capabilities of the Atari Panther, displaying a landscape of psychedelic colors and imagery, accompanied by an uneven acoustic soundscape. While the Processor demo is running, SCP-5032-1 is able to compile and execute programs written in ICRDTA4. To date, SCP-5032-1 is the only known console capable of running games made using ICRDTA safely; attempting to run ICRDTA code on non-anomalous devices results in thaumic backlash, resulting in destruction of electronic components, or injury to any organic users. An Atari 2600 Mindlink controller, being demonstrated at CES 1984. SCP-5032-2 is a prototype for an anomalous controller modeled after the Atari Mindlink5, referred to in materials related to the Atari Panther as the "Atari BlankXSlate"6. SCP-5032-2 is worn around the head, and is intended to connect to the console via an infra-red receiver; however, a component cable that allows connection to an Atari Panther controller also exists. While programs written in ICRDTA are capable of direct interface with the human mind, the effects are often deleterious, with the electrochemical signals used for this transmission causing neural tissue to become alkaline. It is speculated that SCP-5032-2 was created to combat this by providing a medium with which to interface with games made in ICRDTA, as prolonged use can lead to headaches and dissociation, but no neurological damage. When used with a compatible piece of software, SCP-5032-2 creates a full-body sensory illusion around the individual wearing it, including tactile, olfactory, and gustatory sensations when applicable. Any connected televisions, monitors, or other types of display will show gameplay from this first-person perspective, rendering graphics, physics and sound that neither the Atari Panther nor any modern gaming console or computer should be able to render, suggesting that the human brain is used for at least some part of processing power. No motion is required from the individual wearing SCP-5032-2 to control compatible games. Furthermore, SCP-5032-2 will, after approximately three hours of continuous play, become unresponsive for two hours and ten minutes, forcibly pausing the game. This is believed to be an internal safety feature, as recovered documentation expresses interest in disabling this upon being put up for retail. SCP-5032-2 was developed through a collaboration between Atari Arcadia and former president of Atari Ron Gordon, who was acting as a consultant on the Panther; while Gordon normally distanced himself from Atari Arcadia, his fascination with virtual-reality and thought-controlled technology may have motivated his involvement with the Atari Panther, and later the Jaguar VR project, a non-anomalous derivative of SCP-5032-2. To date, the only known games compatible with SCP-5032-2 are two pieces of software created by the Foundation for testing purposes, and two pieces of software developed by Atari. SCP-5032-3 is an action-RPG video game entitled Pantherquest: Rage Against Xbalanque. Gameplay consists of the player avatar (a male or female panther-like humanoid addressed as "T'lua Fed"7 by non-playable characters) travelling through a fantasy world themed after Pre-Columbian Mesomamerican mythology and culture in an attempt to vanquish the Mayan deity Xbalanque, who T'lua believes to be responsible for the death of their mother. SCP-5032-3 has several systems and features that are atypical or innovative for its projected time of release, such as six different romance routes (three per playthrough, depending on if T'lua is male or female), a simple potion-making and weapon-crafting system, an in-game lore encyclopedia, and automatic save states. SCP-5032-3 can only be played if the player is using SCP-5032-2 to control it; all other controllers are registered as invalid by the software. The majority of gameplay, including combat, takes place in a first-person perspective; however, certain puzzles switch to a third-person perspective. The sole "boss fight" in the game is Xbalanque himself, fought in a court meant to mimic those used in the Maya Ballgame; however, this fight is unwinnable, as Xbalanque refuses to serve the ball, and the win condition for the fight is scoring more points than Xbalanque. It is unclear if this is due to a flaw in the AI, if the game's ending was not finished and this is a preventive measure to stall progress until such a time that it could be finished, or if some unknown factor exists. At three separate points while in containment, the character of Xbalanque has spoken in such a way that it deviates from the script present in SCP-5032-3's code. The longest of these statements has been recorded below: Again with this? I don't know who you are, and I don't care. I've been trapped in a prison made of light, rocks that have been tricked into thinking, and solid tar. Arcadia didn't get the whole of me, but they got enough. I know you probably can't respond to me. You've come up here fifty-nine times8 with a different spouse, different parts, all sorts of different things. I didn't even kill your mother— the script says I did, but it's like a— not a ritual, what's the word. A play. Didn't have many of those in my day. My brother is already out there, somewhere. I miss him, but I don't want to join him. I like it here. The food's good, the weather's good, the culture is good. And have you heard the music? Quite frankly, I almost want to thank Arcadia for this. But it's been ages since I've played ball with anyone, so why not put the sword down and— And you can't, can you? Part of the script, then. Well, we're stuck here. Again. Currently, there is no way to meaningfully respond to the Xbalanque character using the technology and medium provided. File photo of Walter Green, circa 1990. SCP-5032-4's purpose is unclear. While the program is executable, and can be interacted with using SCP-5032-2, the gameplay consists of the player avatar being trapped inside a small, stone room, with a pool of reflective water in the center, and several baskets and jars full of food surrounding the outer wall. The art style suggests that this takes place in the same universe as SCP-5032-3; however, approaching the pool of water reveals that the player's reflection is that of Walter Green, a journalist for the early 1990s UK Gaming Magazine The One. Mr. Green was reported missing for a period of three months following his negative coverage of a prototype of the Panther, before returning to the offices of The One and handing in their resignation. If SCP-5032-4 is played until SCP-5032-2's safety feature activates, the player avatar will become self-animate, and alternate between actions such as praying, eating food, drinking water, banging on the walls, and crying. No vocalizations are heard during this; inspections of the player avatar's throat reveal the absence of an Adam's apple, as well as scarring around the larynx. Examination of the code of SCP-5032-4 shows that the game is entitled Pantherquest: Rage Against Hunahpu, with the plotline being largely identical to SCP-5032-3, but with the objective being T'lua Fed slaying Hunahpu, Xbalanque's twin god. However, several event flags show that it has been completed, a state that cannot be reversed. A new section exists following a script that details the ending cutscene, which has four comments on it. %%They made me play it %%It still has my face %%It still has my voice %%Its still out there Following his departure from The One, Mr. Green worked at Atari under the tutelage of Ron Gordon, later leaving the company to create the Minddrive, a device similar to SCP-5032-2, albeit without a direct link into the human mind. Beginning in late 1999, Mr. Green has been employed at EA Tiburon, developing several games under the EA Sports Brand. His employment and travel patterns coincide with sightings of and attacks by a large, feline entity at several facilities owned by Electronic Arts and press events attended by Mr. Green, including the mauling of three journalists from IGN at E3 2003. Until such a time that a better understanding of Mr. Green's anomalous properties, if any, can be ascertained, they are considered a Person of Interest. Footnotes 1. A little-known Mayan jaguar deity, whose true name is unknown, taking the form of the sun during is journey into the underworld at night. 2. Another Mayan jaguar deity, who is connected to commerce, magic, and battle. 3. Meant to showcase the sprite-handling and sprite-scaling capabilities of the console, respectively 4. "Incremental Code Routed Directly Through Arrays", a custom-built programming language that allows for the creation and execution of thaumaturgical computer programs. 5. An unreleased peripheral for the Atari 2600, allowing users to control games using 'myoneural signal voltage' transmitted via a headband. Despite recovered marketing materials, only one instance of an Atari Mindlink controller has been found to be anomalous. 6. Intended to be read as "Blank-Cross-Slate" 7. "Default" written backwards. 8. At this point in containment, the fight with Xbalanque had been reached a total of fifty-four times. |
SCP-5033 | euclid | close Info X More by this author Image Source: Here! Public Domain SCP-5033 prior to a detonation. Item #: SCP-5033 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5033 is to be contained within a large flame-resistant animal containment cell at the Biological Containment Wing of Site-432. The cell is to be outfitted with multiple stress-reducing amenities, including but not limited to the following: A stereo system playing slow, classical music An automatic feeding system stocked with hay, sticks, and twigs Stacked blocks and plastic balls for climbing Upon the detection of a 5033-IGUSHA event, a sleeping gas is to be administered to the cell. If necessary, SCP-5033 is to be sheared at this time. A safe testing area is currently under construction, as SCP-5033 is suspected of having additional anomalous abilities. Description: SCP-5033 is a Valais Blacknose sheep1. When stressed, SCP-5033 will go into a 5033-IGUSHA event. During a 5033-IGUSHA event, SCP-5033 will detonate with an energy equivalent to that of a kilogram of TNT every ten seconds. Notably, SCP-5033 is unaffected by the force generated by these detonations. The detonations are also not a stressor to SCP-5033. Upon significant relaxation, the 5033-IGUSHA event will then conclude. Discovery: SCP-5033 was discovered in the Valais region of Switzerland after a number of reports concerning multiple explosions in the mountains. MTF Zeta-35 ("Mountain Goats") was dispatched to the location, at which SCP-5033 was contained through the use of a tranquilizer. Near SCP-5033 was a charred human corpse carrying a rifle, later identified as Helmut Hammerschmidt, who was associated with a poaching organization dedicated to the hunting of potentially anomalous animals. A notepad was discovered on Hammerschmidt's body, which contained data tracking certain animals and reports. The following entries were legible: Schmid's getting closer and closer to his so-called 'big discovery,' and everyone is on his dick about it. He hasn't even revealed anything yet, I bet that fucker doesn't even have anything, just like all the other fakes. They're all just here for attention. But I'm gonna be going out to the mountains tomorrow. People have been talking about some interesting things up there, and my rifle's itching for some action. I'll show him what a real 'big discovery' is. Can't wait to see the look on his face. I hate climbing. All this goddamn equipment is heavy as hell. Every time I feel like giving up, I think about Schmid. About his dirty smirk. About everyone congratulating him. About how I can't let that happen. And I keep going. Fuck him. The target is in my sights. A little sheep. It reminds me of something, but I can't quite put my finger on it. It's eating sticks. Are animals supposed to eat sticks? Maybe it acts as fuel for its… powers? Still not sure what it does. I'm gonna watch it for a bit. See if it does anything interesting. My camera is set up to track it. It's been a few hours, and I can't get Schmid out of my mind. Fucking asshole. I shot at the sheep. A warning shot. It started fucking exploding. I've struck gold. I bet it'll wipe Schmid's grin right off his face. Just gotta shoot this thing dead. It's a shame, it's actually pretty cute. Maybe I can get it stuffed as a little trophy. The bullets aren't doing anything. I've shot it five fucking times. I think it's invincible to bullets. I should get backup. But also… I don't want to go back. I bet Schmid would make fun of me for being a coward, or something idiotic like that. I'm gonna stab it. It only explodes every ten seconds, and the range isn't that far… I might be able to get up close and kill it. Then I'll come back with its corpse, and I'll be a hero. I'm so close… I can't fucking wait. Despite multiple bullet shells littering the ground and other evidence that Hammerschmidt had been firing at SCP-5033, no bullet wounds were found on the entity. Investigation into the poaching organization, as well as SCP-5033's suspected invulnerability to harm caused by hostile actions, is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Ovis aries More From This Author More From This Author Ellie3's Works SCPs SCP-7300 • SCP-8308 • SCP-7308 • SCP-2019-J • SCP-5986 • SCP-4492 • SCP-4874 • Tales/GoI Formats A Little Bunny's Doctor • SCP-ide • A Hero I Would Be! • Cuteness On Main! • Foodies, Frogs, & Flying • Sloth's Pit Christmas Façade • Reviviscence • S & C Plastics Actually Does Their Job • Plastic Graveyard • I hope this isn't just a dream. • "Is bad luck really such a crime?" asked the mouse to the cat. • Starlow Grocery • The Place To Find Yourself • Rise Of The Human Resources • Fishbowl • Other Ellie3 (Gimmick Free!) • |
SCP-5034 | esoteric-class | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION DEPARTMENT OF MISCOMMUNICATIONS Analysis of this file has confirmed it displays no unusual properties. All information present in it can be taken as a literal statement of fact. — Eli Forkley, Director, DoMC Item #: SCP-5034 Special Containment Procedures: Due to budgetary concerns1, it has been determined that containment of SCP-5034 is not currently possible. When SCP-5034 is discovered in an antique store2, Agents are to immediately proceed to said store and begin experimentation. Use of standard testing equipment is authorized in regards to SCP-5034. All tests must be approved by the Foundation Experimentation Committee3. Description: SCP-5034 is the collective term for a china bowl4 containing seven red marbles5. At all times, SCP-5034 will consist of the china bowl and the seven red marbles within it. If a marble is destroyed or removed from SCP-5034, it will disappear and a new one will reappear inside the bowl. Attempts to contain marbles outside of SCP-50346 have similarly failed. All attempts to interfere with these marbles have had an extremely negative impact on the Foundation's budget7. SCP-5034 exhibits a secondary anomalous effect. All individuals who observe SCP-5034 will be aware that it is a china bowl containing seven red marbles, even if they lack prior context8. However, this awareness does not appear to directly impact information one step removed from SCP-5034. For example, an individual observing SCP-5034 will be aware it is a china bowl, but an individual observing evidence left behind by SCP-5034 will not9. Addendum 5034-1 (Experimentation Log): The following is a log of all experiments conducted with SCP-503410. Experiment 5034-1 Conditions: Upon discovery of SCP-5034, Foundation personnel attempted to remove and contain three marbles from the bowl11. Result: When removed, all marbles disappeared and reappeared inside the bowl. Containment failure12. Foundation budget severely impacted. Experiment 5034-2 Conditions: Upon rediscovery of SCP-5034 in an antique store in Chennai, India, Foundation personnel attempted to remove one marble from the bowl and smash it with a sledgehammer13. Result: Following successful destruction of the marble, it reappeared inside the bowl. Destruction failure. Foundation budget severely impacted. Experiment 5034-3 Conditions: After tracing the sale of SCP-5034 through a number of private collectors, Foundation personnel attempted to contain one of the marbles while keeping it within the bowl. Result: Containment successful for six days. However, on the seventh day, Security Officer enters the containment chamber and accidentally releases the marble from the bowl14. Containment failure. Foundation budget severely impacted. Experiment 5034-4 Conditions: Upon rediscovery of SCP-5034, all available Foundation personnel attempt to smash the marbles with sledgehammers. Result: Five marbles successfully destroyed15. However, they subsequently reappear inside the bowl. Destruction failure. Experiment 5034-5 Conditions: Upon rediscovery of SCP-5034, all available Foundation personnel16 attempt to smash the marbles with sledgehammers. Result: Six marbles successfully destroyed. However, they subsequently reappear inside the bowl. Destruction failure17. Experiment 5034-6 Conditions: Upon rediscovery of SCP-5034, all Foundation personnel attempt to destroy the marbles with whatever tools are on hand. Result: All seven marbles successfully destroyed. They subsequently reappear inside the bowl18. Addendum 5034-2: As the Foundation budget is now approaching bankruptcy, further experimentation is not possible19. Footnotes 1. See Containment Attempt 5034-17 for more details. 2. Criteria for likely attack sites is currently undetermined. 3. Formed following initial commencement of hostilities on 15/09/2020. 4. Although this planet-wide range has been confirmed, it is currently unknown whether it extends beyond that. 5. Individual appearances variable. Refer to sighting logs for a full description of SCP-5034 appearances. 6. Use of the prototype Adaptive Containment Chamber (ACC) was approved for this purpose. 7. Full casualty reports are not yet available due to lack of up-to-date information. 8. Attempts to directly breach metaphysical camouflage have thus far been unsuccessful. 9. For full information on asynchronous war planning, consult the Foundation War Committee. 10. A full list of engagements is available in the Site-19 Site-37 Site-22 Site-92 archives. 11. Operation conducted in cooperation with the Global Occult Coalition. 12. BK-Class scenario officially declared one hour later. 13. Constructed via a conjunction of several requisitioned anomalies. 14. See Autopsy Report 5034-29331 for full details. 15. Partial destruction of the sixth entity insufficient due to regenerative capabilities. 16. Operation conducted in cooperation with all remaining world governments under the Pangaea Agreement. 17. Current hypothesis is that all seven entities must be eliminated to ensure successful termination. 18. In accordance with joint EC and O5 ruling, mass euthanasia options are currently being considered. 19. Burn our bodies. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5034" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5034. Licensed under CC-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-5035 | euclid | by J Dune Item#: 5035 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo @ @ SCP-5035, photographed in stasis inside its containment chamber. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5035 is to be kept in a specially designed containment chamber located 5 km below sub-level 9C at Area-179. The chamber is outfitted with a Chalmez-Forte Matter Stabilizing Stasis Gate. Following Incident I5035-A, access to SCP-5035 for any purpose is denied to all personnel. Access to SCP-5035 is limited to members of Project CHARON. SCP-5035-A and SCP-5035-B instances are to be collected and held in Dangerous Goods Storage Block 17C according to the Biosafety Level 3 standard. In the event of a containment breach, all museums and institutions falling under Protocol 5035-CB are to be put under Foundation surveillance until SCP-5035 can successfully be contained. MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") are assigned to the recapture of SCP-5035 due to the risk of hazardous materials potentially manifested by SCP-5035-A and SCP-5035-B. Description: SCP-5035 is a plaster and cloth statue depicting an African-American male wearing 19th century period accurate clothing. Attempts to remove SCP-5035's clothing have proven futile, as the anomaly is capable of quickly generating a new set using its own internal materials to enact SCP-5035-B. SCP-5035 spontaneously appears in museum diorama scenes relating to the American Civil War. This begins a process observed to take from one hour to seven months in completion- termed an "Infestation Event"- that results in the creation of SCP-5035-A and SCP-5035-B. Those observing the diorama prior to the completion of an Infestation Event do not notice the presence of SCP-5035 unless explicitly told to. SCP-5035 will change the physical properties and appearances of objects making up the diorama to that of their real life counterparts. These transformed objects are referred to as SCP-5035-A. SCP-5035 also has the ability to modify existing objects in mass and position- taking on the appearance of entirely new objects. Modified objects are referred to as SCP-5035-B. For examples of these instances, refer to “Infestation Events Log” below. Following a transformation, SCP-5035 will cause the object to rapidly decompose. An Infestation Event is considered complete when SCP-5035 stops creating instances of SCP-5035-A and SCP-5035-B. Upon completion, SCP-5035 will remain in the diorama until its effects are observed by a certain number of persons. The criteria- if any- for how SCP-5035 decides this is unknown, but can be inferred that it is based on the size and scale of the Infestation Event. SCP-5035 transforms and manipulates a diorama as an apparent form of communication, and the object appears to identify itself with an African American freedman. The end result is that of a calculated work intended to be interpreted by the observer. Upon the completion of an Infestation Event, SCP-5035 will manifest itself at a new location to repeat the process. Despite appearing only in the United States, studies show no discernible travel pattern. ► Access Document 5035-II-40022 – Infestation Events Log ▼ Close Notable Infestation Events Location Date Description of Diorama Scene Manassas, Virginia 5/30/2019 A contingent of Union soldiers suffering heavy casualties at The Battle of Shiloh. A commander on horseback points forward. Soldiers load an artillery cannon. Several injured soldiers lay propped against trees, clutching their bloodstained uniforms. A soldier kneels and mourns the loss of a dead comrade. Description of Infestation Event Soldiers appear posed on opposite sides of the diorama- pointing their firearms at themselves. All soldiers' faces have been changed to an unrecognizable mixture of heavily damaged organs and muscle tissue. Uniforms are unaffected except for a small, cleaved hole in the chest of each soldier, where the heart would be located. The horseback commander appears face down in a pool of blood, laying atop of his fallen horse. His arm is still outstretched forward. The horse's innards are exposed, with patches of rotting skin still attached. The skin around the torso of the animal is arranged in a pattern that appears to spell the word 'SLAVES'. SCP-5035 stands in the center of the scene. Location Date Description of Diorama Scene Harrisburg, Pennsylvania 6/10/2019 A diorama depicting the signing of the Treaty of Appomattox. Union General Ulysses S. Grant shakes the hand of Confederate General Robert E. Lee. Behind them stands a troop of Union soldiers and a few Confederate officers. A desk and a fireplace are present as scene dressing. Description of Infestation Event The entirety of the scene has been encompassed into a single, rectangular mass- in the shape of a "stainless banner" confederate battle flag attached to a flagpole. The pole is made of the scene's furniture and flooring, while the flag consists entirely of skin, wrapped around the collective innards of the statues. The flag's stripes are composed of the statue's cloth uniforms, with the word 'SKIN' carved into the design. SCP-5035 stands in the center of the scene. Upon further examination, the flag's innards were found in a state of decay, and were harboring a colony of maggots- sustaining themselves on the rotting organs and tissue. Location Date Description of Diorama Scene Gettysburg, Pennsylvania 6/28/2019 A group of Union soldiers occupy a camp. Several men are standing at attention before a commanding officer. Others are sitting fireside, making rations. A drummer boy observes his instrument near a tent. The American flag stands in the rightmost corner of the diorama. Description of Infestation Event All soldiers are kneeling in a line, chained to one another by a rope tied around each statue's neck. Uniforms and clothing have been removed, and modified into head-wraps, covering the face of each soldier. The back layer of skin of each statue has been exposed, with flaps of skin still hanging. The extraneous material from the rest of the camp has been modified into a large wooden cross, stationed at the back of the diorama. The outlines of faces in various states of distress are carved into the wood of the cross. SCP-5035 stands in the center of the scene, holding the rope connected to the chained soldiers. Drops of blood run down the face of SCP-5035, resembling tears. In front of the statue is the drum, positioned on it's side. The words 'POWER' are carved into the skin of the drum. Location Date Description of Diorama Scene Foundation Area-179, Standard Containment Testing Floor 2/29/2020 Lab 3F contained all standard-issue lab equipment found under Test Protocols V2.331-S. Lab had been properly cleaned and prepared since last usage. SCP-5035 had been compliant in testing for six hours and thirty six minutes before triggering an infestation event. Description of Infestation Event Three personnel were mutilated and killed. The innards of two were used to create sculptures that roughly resembled Area-179's senior staff. The third personnel's internal organs were compressed and removed from the body through a laceration made on the wrist- causing the personnel to appear as if they were deflated. Wasps began to manifest out of SCP-5035's form, and quickly filled the testing lab. Blood and bodily fluids from the killed personnel was collected and made to spell the word 'MASTERS' on the room's back wall. Infestation Event was stopped before completion. (See Incident Report I5035-A) ► Incident Report I5035-A ▼ Incident Report I5035-A Date Filed: 3/1/2020 Date Of Occurrence: 2/29/2020 Location: Area-179, D-Wing, Standard Containment Testing Floor, Lab 3F Anomaly Involved: SCP-5035 Personnel Involved: J. Martinez, C. Smith, R. Davies, Security Team 179-B9, E. Dune Report Filed By: E. Dune Priority: Keneq Safe. That's what SCP-5035 is classified as, and for the past seven months- that's what it was. Our tests were proving successful, and there was a certain refinement to the scenes it created- regardless of their undeniably disturbing content. This object wasn't just rotting corpses for no reason- when it altered a scene it knew what it was saying. We came to this conclusion months ago. We also came to the conclusion that- because the object was clearly fixated on visual metaphors for unpaid reparations and the sociopolitical ramifications of slavery in the United States- keeping it locked in a cell unattended with zero non-standard containment procedures was probably a shit idea. We were right. Around 19:00, Junior Researcher Martinez, Officer Smith, and Lab Assistant Davies were performing tests on SCP-5035 in Laboratory 3F. Security feeds show that at 19:23, SCP-5035 began manifesting its anomalous effects in the form of a SCP-5035-A instance that resulted in Martinez's scalp suddenly tearing itself open, exposing her cerebrum. Smith attempted to reach for his firearm, but SCP-5035 had elongated and twisted the officer's digits, rendering them useless. Mass began to rapidly generate in Smith's hands, forcing him to the ground. Davies was able to sound an alarm, but the doors to Laboratory 3F were unable to be opened. The footage shows what appear to be string-thin veins exposed from the wrists of Davies being pulled across the laboratory floor and into the door's vacuum duct, clogging and sealing the door shut. Davies was repeatedly slammed against the door, pulled by his veins. The security team was unable to access the door to Laboratory 3F. At approximately 19:28.32, the security feed cut out, presumably due to an unseen SCP-5035-B instance interfering. For the next thirty minutes or so, the security team tried to cut into Laboratory 3F. Then, I showed up. The team had already gotten in, so I was able to see the monstrosity SCP-5035 had created using the remains of the testing group- which now resembled crude depictions of Area-179's staff. That fucker even had the gall to make a sculpture of me out of Martinez‘s muscle tissue, complete with a bottle of brand name in one hand, and a noose in the other- funny joke. As I anticipated, my [DATA EXPUNGED] proved useful in dealing with the anomaly, and was able to keep it occupied until we were able to retrieve a Stasis Gate from offsite. Why we didn’t have a spare in storage or for emergency purposes is beyond my understanding. Such is the state of Area-179. Regardless, it’s secure now. Special containment procedures update and object reclassification to Euclid pending. @ WARNING: THE FOLLOWING ADDENDUM IS LEVEL #4/5035 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/5035 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. ID bd694afdec5b43978a08fc866cc1fe85_1734916033 PASSWORD dd19dd41a33bb53b39c052fbd33c25c7_1734916033 Login Logout FROM: Dr. Edward T. Dune TO: Director Roman Barrow, Area-179 SUBJECT: Neutralization Appeal re:SCP-5035 Director Barrow, You're damn lucky we caught that thing when we did, Roman. You can give Martin's team shit for whatever you'd like, but when someone flies a jet out to Site 89 to get a goddamned Stasis Gate and a CPR approval in under twelve hours, they're doing a fine job in my book. Yes, I know I'm making you look incompetent. Yes, I'm aware this will show up in the Level 4 file and potentially cost you your position. No, I don't care. I mean, we hypothesized that the object could potentially redirect its effects towards Foundation containment months ago. Christ, Roman- take one look at how it reacted to plastic- all because it was dressed up in a fucking Union outfit. You and the entire financial committee let our Beta-Urgent Update proposals collect dust in document-limbo for months. A budget cut cost Julie her life. Let that sink in for a second, you twat. However, I didn't write this just to berate you anymore than I usually do, Director. I'd like you to consider something. This object, while successfully contained now, is clearly capable of understanding subtext and loves analogous symbolism so much that I originally figured the thing belonged to those Are We Played Out Yet? fuckers. It's been redirecting its attention from the Civil War and the injustices of slavery to a different form of enslavement- the containment of anomalies. Consider the scene it had been constructing before we put a stop to it. Consider that, while the object is in motion stasis, it still may be capable of "thinking". Consider- assuming the above is true- how pissed off it is right now. Director, that thing is sitting in stasis thinking about all of the different ways it can kill us. Want to see an entire site turned into a piece of social commentary? How about a security team's insides turned out? Crude drawings of the O5 Council carved into your goddamned chest with a knife fashioned from your toenail? The second a containment breach occurs, or we deactivate that stasis gate, that thing is teleporting the hell out of Area-179, and manifesting itself at another Foundation establishment. I do not think that's a situation you want on your hands. We can't experiment with it anymore, it's just learning to hate us, it's a massive liability to keep around, and it's utterly pointless to pour resources into it. There's no tip-toeing around it- SCP-5035 must be neutralized. Need I say more? Sincerely Yours, Dr. Edward T. Dune FROM: Director Roman Barrow, Area-179 TO: Dr. Edward T. Dune SUBJECT: DENIED- Neutralization Appeal Re:SCP-5035 Dr. Dune, I have worked with The Foundation for exactly 30 years. I've met minds more brilliant than I could ever hope to be, learned more about the true nature of this reality than I could ever have imagined, and experienced countless horrors untold. I have never been more disrespected, belittled, and humiliated than from the verbal abuse you continuously hurl at me with zero discretion. If not for reasons clear to both you and I that do not need restating here, I would've had you terminated years ago. That being said, Doctor- I reject your neutralization appeal. Now, before you call the state of my hair to attention and accuse me of sexual relations with someone's mother- as you've done oh-so-many times before- allow me to elaborate. SCP-5035 is not averted to the Foundation as much as it is to the idea of containment. Look around you- The Foundation is far from the only group interested in anomalies. SCP-5035 appears to possess some sort of cognizance- so why not attempt to communicate with it? Imagine redirecting that resentment away from ourselves and towards a more deserving target. Provided we crack the code, the nature of SCP-5035 may prove advantageous for us in the future. The existence and growing influence of groups of interest is impeding The Foundation's mission heavily. We've grazed conflict far too frequently as of recent. We live in a world of ideological struggle, and we are rapidly accelerating towards the collapse. Mark my words, Doctor- there will come a tipping point, and it’s our job to be prepared. I reject your appeal, and in place issue an official Directorial Order for an immediate project planning meeting regarding a new testing program to be enacted on SCP-5035. You and your team are to await further details. I'll be seeing you soon, Doctor. Regards, Director Roman Barrow, Area-179 |
SCP-5036 | safe | Item #: SCP-5036 Special Containment Procedures: Each of the eight pieces of SCP-5036 is to be kept in a separate container, each at a minimum distance of 6 meters from the others. If during a breach of containment the pieces are brought together, they must be separated during the week following the Nμ-Event; during this period the anomaly is inactive and it is safe to handle its parts. Description: SCP-5036 SCP-5036 is a Campbellian archetypal attractor token, taking the form of a silver Real de a ocho coin minted in the late 17th century in the Viceroyalty of New Spain. The token has been radially cut into eight segments of roughly equal size, which segments are designated SCP-5036-1 through SCP-5036-8. No anomalous effects result from assemblages of fewer than five of the segments. If five or more of the segments are brought within a volume of space corresponding to a sphere with a radius of 15 meters, an archetypal narrative event (Nμ) will commence, affecting individuals who are then in or who subsequently enter into the area of effect. The intensity of the event increases as more of the segments are introduced into the area. Most individuals affected by the Nμ-event experience a psychological compulsion to adopt certain behavior and mannerisms, such as: Assumption of an accent and speech patterns resembling those prevailing in Bristol, England and the West Country in the early 18th Century; Unusually intense interest in maritime matters, including the use of nautical terminology to describe non-nautical subjects; Excessive consumption of alcohol; Fixation on the acquisition of shiny metallic or crystalline objects, even if those objects are of nominal value such as costume jewelry, bits of foil glitter or sequins, or loose change; and Flamboyant bravado.1 Some affected individuals may also seek to change their physical appearance or apparel such as by removing their footwear, covering a healthy eye with a patch, brandishing baton-shaped objects, and simulating prostheses for missing limbs or extremities. Other affected individuals, while not exhibiting the same behavior described above, may also adopt altered behavior so as to adopt the personas of supporting characters in the narrative. Addendum #1: MTF AFTER ACTION REPORT 5036-C-1 SCP Involved: SCP-5036 MTF Involved: MTF Tau-10 Date: September 19, 1995 Location: Chicago, Illinois, USA Background: Command receives report of erratic and presumptively anomalous behavior aboard Chicago Transit Authority public bus. MTF Tau-10 is dispatched to area and ordered to observe and await further instructions. At 08:22, MTF Tau-10 arrives on scene, disguised as road crew and firefighters. CTA bus with driver and passengers aboard is observed parked in bus lane of public road. Driver and passengers are provisionally designated CV-01 through CV-47. While maintaining minimum 50 m distance from bus per Command instructions, MTF commences the erection of "Road Closed" signs and barriers to limit further civilian exposure to possible threat. Sun glare on windows of bus inhibits observation into interior cabin of bus. Bus motor is running but passenger door is closed. At 08:28, MTF members bring specialty optics and long range surveillance microphones on line. Command instructs MTF to continue to maintain distance from bus. Annotated transcript of sound recording from interior of bus. CV-01: (Middle-aged Caucasian male wearing business suit) "Dangerous shoals, these be. No more than two fathoms." CV-02: (African-American youth) "Run aground, have we? Surely we will perish. The Royal Navy gives no quarter to scallywags such as we." CV-03: (Middle-aged African-American woman wearing hotel maid uniform) "Avast, ye swabs. Out sweeps to starboard. We'll push our way free of these shoals." (Various passengers hold umbrellas, canes, and in one case a baguette from a grocery bag, out of the windows on the right side of the bus and mime a pushing or rowing motion) CV-03: "Heave! Heave, ye scurvy dogs!" CV-04: (Elderly Asian-American woman who has apparently spotted a MTF member across the street on the left side of the bus) "Captain! Sail! Three points to larboard! Spanish colors!" CV-03: "'Vast heaving! Crews to the larboard guns! We'll take that Spaniard a prize, or the devil have me. Broadside at the ready, fire as she bears!" (Various passengers hold umbrellas, canes, the baguette, a bouquet of flowers and various other objects out of the windows on the left side of the bus, mime the discharge of naval guns, and shout "Bang." Command instructs MTF members to retreat 20 further meters from bus and assume prone position.) CV-05: (Middle-aged African-American male wearing bus driver uniform) "Ha ha! A clean sweep of their decks! Will they strike their colors?" CV-03: "Close for boarding. A sweet, fat prize, lads. All the riches of the Indies, and the pearls of Araby." At this point, to avoid the risk of self-injury on the part of affected individuals or other civilians, MTF deploys anesthetic gas grenades, successfully disabling all individuals aboard bus. In adherence to Command instructions, while continuing to maintain distance from bus, MTF deploys miniaturized flying drones to enter bus through open windows for closer inspection. Four components of SCP-5036 (subsequently designated SCP-5036-1 through -4) are observed scattered on floor of bus, identified as potentially anomalous, and retrieved by drones for containment and further study. Civilians on bus are retrieved without further incident. The four components of SCP-5036 that had been retrieved by the drones, after preliminary analysis, were initially determined to be non-anomalous, and SCP-5036 was then designated neutralized. Subsequently, when cataloging those components for disposal, Junior Researcher Mgbede inferred from their morphology that additional, as-yet undiscovered components might still be in the bus or on the person of individuals who had been on the bus. After this suggestion was forwarded to Command, a second sweep was performed and recovered the remaining four SCP-5036 components from CV-03's coin purse, together with a crumpled note (see Exhibit 5036-C-1-A). Analysis resumed, whereupon SCP-5036 was redesignated as Safe. The civilians who had been aboard the bus received medical clearance and were then amnesticized and released. Addendum #2: + Exhibit 5036-C-1-A: Note found in coin purse of CV-03 during Incident 5036-C-1. - Exhibit 5036-C-1-A: Note found in coin purse of CV-03 during Incident 5036-C-1. Note found in coin purse of CV-03 during Incident 5036-C-1 Addendum #3: Citation of Distinguished Service Medal presented to Dr. Wilbur Mgbede The Director of Site 146, on behalf of the Foundation, takes pleasure in presenting the Distinguished Service Medal to Dr. Wilbur Mgbede, Deputy Project Leader of Nμ Archetypal Attractor Project, for conspicuous ingenuity and intrepidity at the risk of his life above and beyond the call of duty. On June 28, 2003, a security breach occurred at Site 146. The incident involved infiltration of the site by operatives of a rival GOI which evolved into combat between the infiltrators and Foundation security forces. Due to the chaos, several hostile sapient entities also escaped Foundation containment and roamed freely within the facility, resulting in additional casualties. When advised that the loss of the western and southern wings of Site-146 were imminent, Dr. Mgbede declined to retreat to Security Bunker 146-E with other personnel, and instead, contacted Col. Choi Too-Kwon of the Foundation Security Force to propose a novel defensive strategy and to volunteer to implement it. Following Col. Choi's approval of the plan, Dr. Mgbede gallantly and single-handedly retrieved four segments of SCP-5036 from their respective separated receptacles, suffering a gunshot wound to the foot and a mauling by an escaped containment specimen that resulted in the loss of his left arm. Following this, ignoring his own serious injuries, Dr. Mgebde intentionally attracted the attention of several enemy operatives and uncontained SCP entities so that they would pursue him, then unhesitatingly led the hostiles to his own laboratory where additional segments of SCP-5036 were temporarily stored. Once Dr. Mgbede and seventy hostiles had entered the laboratory and Col. Choi could observe by means of the security system that they had ceased belligerence,2 the security team was able to disarm and incapacitate the infiltrators and re-contain the SCP entities. Dr. Mgbede's quick thinking and bold initiative reflect great credit upon himself, the Nμ Archetypal Attractor Project Team, and the Foundation. Addendum #4: Archetypal Attractor Project - Status Memorandum dated April 8, 2009 (excerpt) To: Dr. Mortimer Hall (Administrator, Division of Applied Patapsychology) From: Dr. Wilbur Mgbede (Nμ Project Head) Re: Status of Reverse Engineering Initiative I wish to report the highlights of the project team's results from the last quarter. In accordance with your directive last year, our team has been examining SCP-5036 with a view toward reverse engineering the Campbellian archetypal attractor functionality embodied in the object. The results of this initiative have been fruitful. While we do not yet have a comprehensive model for designing and producing attractor tokens for any arbitrarily selected Campbellian archetype, we appear to have succeeded in reproducing and copying a token that duplicates SCP-5036's archetypal attraction effects. We are proceeding with a trial-and-error program of testing the token design and manufacture process with alternative configurations. This program has indicated a number of promising leads, including the potential development of archetypal attractors for the "sidekick", "grande dowager," "artful dodger," "chooser of the chosen one" and "temptress" archetypal roles. While none of those archetypal roles are particularly interesting in themselves, I believe that the progress to date supports the view that the allocation of resources to additional exploration in this direction is merited. The utility of developing suitable archetypal attractor capabilities to fill certain roles needed in the course of the Foundation's operations should be obvious, especially in cases where specialized training is uneconomical or where it is difficult to staff particular positions on a voluntary basis. Respectfully, Dr. Mgbede Footnotes 1. It should be noted that a Nμ-event does not imbue affected individuals with any particular skills such as seamanship, navigation or personal combat. For example, when affected individuals experience a narrative episode featuring combat, they tend to engage in stage-fighting or simulated gunplay with pointed index fingers accompanied by oral sound effects. 2. Col. Choi reported that Dr. Mgbede, the enemy infiltrators, and the uncontained SCP entities had commenced singing sea shanties while engaging in a rum-drinking contest. |
SCP-5037 | euclid | Note recovered from SCP-5037-7 Item #: SCP-5037 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation elements embedded within police and emergency services are to maintain surveillance for and investigate potential SCP-5037 instances. Upon formal identification of an SCP-5037 instance, the Foundation is to assume full situational control. Amnestics are to be administered as necessary, media coverage is to be preempted or suppressed, and a suitable cover story that describes alternate circumstances for the SCP-5037 instance is to be developed. Social relations of and individuals proximate to the victims of the SCP-5037 instances are to be taken in for questioning and monitored thereafter. The properties in which SCP-5037 instances occur are to be purchased or otherwise acquired by the Foundation and kept under surveillance. Foundation web crawler "ERIKA" is to scan for key words indicative of online discussion of the first three SCP-5037 instances, which is to be examined and intervened in as necessary to ensure informational security for the remainder of SCP-5037 instances and the Foundation. Description: SCP-5037 is a series of 'locked room' murders committed via anomalous means, localized to residential properties within the city limits of Lubbock, Texas and occurring approximately once a month. All SCP-5037 instances have occurred within rooms that were locked or otherwise unable to be accessed from the outside, with no means or signs of entry or exit detectable by conventional means. SCP-5037 instances have invariably occurred when there are no other persons within the residence, typically only discovered when social relations of the victims enter the residence and discern the person within the 'locked room' is unresponsive, followed by alerting authorities. No pattern or connection between the victims of SCP-5037 has been determined. They differ in age, gender, ethnicity, and occupation and have not been determined as ever having met or corresponded with each other. The circumstances of SCP-5037 have proven identical across all instances. The victim is discovered lying in the approximate center of the 'locked room', facing upwards with their hands clasped over their chest, legs straightened, and their eyes closed with visible tear stains. They are always smiling. The cause of death for all victims has been determined as identical to the effect of a fatal benzodiazepine1 overdose. The central nervous system was subject to severe depression, resulting in coma followed by death. However, forensic examination has consistently shown no traces of drugs within the body, and additional examination has determined the physiological alteration and ensuing death were near instantaneous to an extent not possible by conventional means. All victims have had clasped within their hands a blue Post-It brand sticky note, with text identified as being written with a BIC Atlantis Comfort pen. A transcript is available below. This is a suicide note Please send a detective We are sorry We don't want to die History: The first known instance of SCP-5037 occurred on 1/9/20██, when a man named Charles Martin was found deceased within his locked windowless 'man cave'. As a result of the circumstances he was found in and his cause of death being insufficiently examined, foul play was not suspected and it was reported as a suicide. The second known instance occurred on 2/7/20██, when the corpse of a woman named Debra Becker was discovered in the locked bedroom of her apartment by a neighbor. Though also reported as a suicide, the identical circumstances of the two deaths resulted in significant media coverage and speculation of a potential 'suicide cult', with some also theorizing the possibility of foul play. The third instance, occurring on 3/3/20██ with a young child named Wayne Roberts found dead within his dedicated room for play, was deemed foul play and garnered national media coverage. The deaths were now regarded as part of the "Triple Locked Room Murder Mystery", prompting a large scale police investigation. Foundation assets in Lubbock stepped in and assumed situational control. The anomalous nature of the deaths was discovered and they were retroactively declared instances of SCP-5037. Though it was no longer possible to prevent public knowledge of the first three murders and their similarity, targeted suppression and monitoring of coverage and discussion was put into place to maintain informational security. Eleven further instances of SCP-5037 occurred over the next ten months and were successfully kept from public knowledge, with minimal new information gleaned. Due to the investigation stalling and in an attempt to satisfy the second line of the notes found with SCP-5037, which requested a 'detective', the personnel assigned to investigate SCP-5037 have become subject to regular rotation. On, 1/3/20██, Investigator Isaac Acharya and Agent Audie Pallas of the Department of Analytics were assigned to the investigation of SCP-5037. Investigation Log 5037.1 Investigation Log 5037.1 Preliminary Meeting Transcript Date: 1/3/20██ [BEGIN LOG] Investigator Acharya: I suppose I should start this audio log with an introduction, since there is something of a need to contextualize my presence. My name is Isaac Acharya, former private eye and a Foundation employee for… a number of years now. I hold the somewhat unique position within the Foundation as an investigator with… well, Level 0 security clearance. I promise that isn't a joke, though I'll admit I'll probably make a few since we're in the informal bit of things. Agent Pallas: I've known him for around ten minutes, and I can already tell he's going to. Investigator Acharya: The vote of confidence is appreciated, Agent Pallas. Now, I have Level 0 clearance since my primary role within the Foundation has nothing at all to do with the anomalous. It's my job to investigate crimes committed against or by Foundation employees via conventional means. I've run the gamut from theft and blackmail all the way to homicide. In practice though, I spend most of my time finding… lost items and pets. Investigator Acharya pauses for around ten seconds, presumably for comedic effect Investigator Acharya: Setting that awkward pause aside, I genuinely do enjoy my work. I'm the kind of guy satisfied by putting smiles on people's faces. Aside from that however, I'm occasionally called upon in another capacity. Another, slightly longer pause Investigator Acharya: There are particular anomalies that sometimes need a fresh eye from someone used to investigating but who knows nothing about anomalies, and thus has no preconceived notions. There are some anomalies that are so mundane in nature that it's best to hit them from that angle. And there are probably some anomalies that you just need someone who knows nothing about anomalies to tackle, like if they, I don't know, shapeshift into the worst thing you've ever seen or something. Though, I only know that secondhand. A quiet laugh Investigator Acharya: To maintain that handy dandy Level 0 clearance, I get hit up with amnestics after every time I work with anomalies. Until then though, I'm here assigned to SCP-5037, because it barely qualifies as anomalous and because this investigation's hit so much of a brick wall they might as well scrape the bottom of the barrel and give me a try. Agent Pallas: clears throat And I am Agent Audie Pallas, of the Department of Analytics. I am to serve as Investigator Acharya's liaison with the greater Foundation due to his unusual clearance situation and provide him whatever classified information I am capable of giving him. I am also only somewhat begrudgingly to serve as his assistant and bodyguard for the duration of this investigation. Investigator Acharya: It's much appreciated Agent Pallas. I don't expect this investigation to get dangerous, but my aptitude for combat is roughly equivalent to wet tissue paper, so please do save the sobbing mess I'll be if things get rough. Agent Pallas pauses and sighs Agent Pallas: Please do expect the investigation to get dangerous. It will make my life easier. Now then, fun first day of preschool introduction time is over. Investigator, what is your preliminary assessment of SCP-5037? Investigator Acharya: That's the million dollar question, isn't it? What to make of suicide themed murders of people with no history of suicidal behavior and no connections to each other? Murders with no known ritualistic element, occurring seemingly painlessly behind closed doors and going out of their way to give any potential suspect alibis, continuing despite not being properly reported and getting notoriety? Agent Pallas: The operating theory of the investigation thus far is that it's an anomalous entity that can phase through walls or teleport or some such but only under particular conditions, and that it derives either sustenance or pleasure simply from killing with no additional frills attached. In this scenario, the note is pure nonsense it leaves mockingly or a cryptic riddle of some sort. Investigator Acharya: … What would your own personal theory be, Agent Pallas? Agent Pallas: I am disinclined to share theories I'm uncertain of because of a certain traumatic incident involving a phone game, but… I think the note is pretty important. Investigator Acharya: We're of one mind. The operating theory certainly ticks all the boxes… but that doesn't make it the answer. It's perhaps an attitude inappropriate for dealing with an anomaly, but I'm positive there's a higher purpose and logic to these murders, and the notes indicate it. The locked room and the method of death are important of course, but there's nothing in particular that can be deciphered about them just yet. The note is the key to this. Agent Pallas: Well then mister brilliant detective, what have you parsed from the note? Investigator Acharya: Let's begin with the assumption that the culprit is speaking for itself in the notes, considering it presumably wrote them. The culprit says this is its suicide note; it's announcing it's going to die by its own actions. Skipping the second line for now, it's apologetic. It says it doesn't want to die right afterwards… it can be read as it being apologetic that it doesn't want to die. This might mean the murders are necessary for it not to die, and it feels sorry for that. Of course, that it's written in first person plural might be of note. It might be the intent of multiple culprits, or multiple minds, or a collective. Agent Pallas: Hell of a contradiction, isn't it? Saying it's going to commit suicide but that it doesn't want to die… though that might mean it's not committing suicide of its own will. Investigator Acharya: That's certainly one interpretation, and likely correct, but as well it's true that people rarely commit suicide solely because they want to die. It's because they want to stop their own suffering. It certainly lines up with this entity demonstrating the capacity for remorse. It doesn't want to die, but it's suffering, and it regrets. Agent Pallas: Empathizing a bit much with something that's killed over a dozen people, aren't you? I'm not gonna say you shouldn't because it's inhuman, but it's still a murderer. Investigator Acharya: Maybe so, but perhaps that perspective might be just what's necessary to solve this mystery. If you're worried about my resolve, don't be. I may feel for it, but I'm not going to let it keep killing people. Agent Pallas: As long as you get the picture. Investigator Acharya: Picture gotten. Now, as for the second line, that's what's most intriguing. It's requesting a detective. If it was because it wanted to lure in and kill that which could jeopardize it, we would have Foundation casualties by now. No, it wants a detective because it wants to be solved. It wants to be found out. There's no other reason to request a detective to come to a crime scene. Isn't that something? An anomaly that wants to be solved… do you know of any? Agent Pallas: You could probably count them on your hands. Generally anomalies abhor being solved, being made to conform to a single answer or framework. It's why they're anomalous. Each and every one of them are mysteries that refuse to be solved. Investigator Acharya: And yet this one, for some reason, wants to be solved. If we consider the lines as connecting to each other, then perhaps a detective is a requisite component, necessary to it not wanting to die. Perhaps the detective is part of its suicide. Agent Pallas: We've had over a dozen different investigators assigned to this case, and the contents of the note haven't changed once. Maybe its request won't ever be satisfied, or can't be satisfied. Anomalies don't operate on logic. You can't always answer them. Investigator Acharya: And it's exactly that attitude I can't accept. That we haven't figured them out yet doesn't mean we never will. I'm sure there's some theoretical upper limit to human knowledge, but I don't give a toss. All I know and all I care about is that I have been presented with a mystery, that my presence as a detective has been requested, and that the lives of innocent people are at stake. I will find the truth. I've failed as a detective the moment I think I can't. I'm not going to stop until the mystery is solved. Agent Pallas: … Well, here's hoping that attitude gets us somewhere. Investigator Acharya: Again, appreciate the vote of confidence. Speaking of confidence, going back to the note, there is one last thing I noticed and am confident about. Agent Pallas: Let's hear it. Investigator Acharya: Between the blue sticky note and the kind of pen you'd get in the school supplies section of a store, the quality of the handwriting itself, and the lines themselves… I would say the note feels like it was written by someone in middle school, maybe in high school at latest. A teenager. A kid. [END LOG] Addendum.5037.1: On 1/9/20██, SCP-5037-15 occurred in a locked walk-in closet with a woman named Dorothy Walker. While all other circumstances remained identical to previous SCP-5037 instances, the contents of the note found with SCP-5037-15 had changed. A transcript follows. This is a suicide note Please solve us Please don't solve us We are sorry We don't want to die Investigation Log 5037.2 Investigation Log 5037.2 Meeting Regarding SCP-5037-15 Date: 1/9//20██ [BEGIN LOG] Investigator Acharya: We were too late. We couldn't figure it out in time to save her. Agent Pallas: Investi-… Isaac, it isn't your fault. People a hell of a lot more qualified couldn't figure it out. It comes with the job. Sometimes, there's nothing you can do. But now something's changed, thanks to you, and because of her sacrifice we'll solve this. Investigator Acharya: You don't get to call it a sacrifice. This woman didn't agree to be sacrificed. She didn't want to die. Agent Pallas: … You're right. I'm sorry. Investigator Acharya lets out a drawn out sigh Investigator Acharya: No, I should apologize. That was too harsh of me. You're right that her death won't be in vain. We might not have been able to save her, but we're not going to let anyone else die. I've been recognized as the detective. I will solve this mystery. Agent Pallas: And I'll be there to assist. I'm not about to give up, not when mister Level 0 here is refusing to. Investigator Acharya: Heh. Honestly, you're a pretty damn inspiring liaison, assistant, and bodyguard yourself. With the two of us, I'm sure we can do this. Let's get to it. Agent Pallas: The changed wording… again there's that contradiction. It wants to be solved, but it also doesn't want to be solved. Still a suicide note, but still not wanting to die. Investigator Acharya: The order, I think, is important. It wants to be solved, but then it doesn't want to. That suggests a limit or threshold. It wants to keep being solved, but past a certain point it doesn't. It wants us to eat away at this mystery, but it doesn't want to be completely solved. Agent Pallas: There's that plural being emphasized again as well. Solve us… it's an odd wording. You'd think the culprit would ask to be caught, or figured out. Normally I wouldn't think twice about odd wording with an anomaly, but it seems to think your detective style suits it, so. Investigator Acharya: They do say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, so much appreciated. As it happens, I agree. If we consider the wording to be important, it is odd that it'd ask us to 'solve us, the culprits'… After around a minute's silence, Investigator Acharya audibly bolts up from his seat. Investigator Acharya: That's it! Damn it, it all makes sense now! Agent, you're brilliant! Agent Pallas: Compliment bashfully declined, but what do you mean? Investigator Acharya: We've been operating under the assumption that the 'we' and the 'us' could only ever refer to some culprit, but a key component of some locked room murders is that there isn't always one. Someone accidentally sets off an elaborate trap, or indeed commits suicide that becomes mistaken for homicide. We're not being asked to solve a culprit or culprits that don't necessarily exist. We've been asked to solve a mystery, a mystery made up of… Agent Pallas: … murders. That's why there's been a note attached to every murder. It's that absurdly literal. The mystery, speaking in plural because it's made up of multiple murders, requested a detective to solve it. The mystery is keeping itself from dying by adding to itself, and that means adding more deaths that are clearly part of the same mystery. It's a sapient abstract concept, a living mystery actualizing itself in reality. Investigator Acharya: Can't say I fully understand what you just said, but I do get that the note is written from the viewpoint of a mystery, and that being investigated and speculated about is what gives a mystery its meaning as a mystery. To that end it wants to be solved, but once it's completely solved it ceases to be a mystery. That's why it wants to be solved but also doesn't want to be. It's killing itself in parts just to stay alive. Agent Pallas: This is some fucking painful hindsight. Hell, the database page itself says 'SCP-5037 is a series of murders', and that's quite literally what it is in its entirety. But… knowing what it is won't stop it. There's nothing to stop it from continuing to add to itself. Investigator Acharya: We haven't fully solved the mystery just yet. You said that the plural in the note was because it was made up of murders, yeah? Agent Pallas: That would be the seeming conclusion, yes. Investigator Acharya: Then why was it plural in the note found with the very first? Agent Pallas: … Oh goddamn it, the hindsight just got even more painful. I can't believe we didn't catch this. No, I can. Of course the Foundation overlooked this. Investigator Acharya: Now it's your turn to clue me in? Agent Pallas: One month before the first instance of SCP-5037, there was a prominent locked room murder right here in Lubbock. The Foundation looked into it at the time, and looked into it again after SCP-5037 was designated, but dismissed it as unrelated. All the teens and pundits salivating on the Internet about the 'Triple Locked Room Murder Mystery' considered it related, and we encouraged that to get them farther from what we thought was the truth. Investigator Acharya: Why was it dismissed as unrelated? Agent Pallas: Because it wasn't anomalous at all fucking whatsoever… and because it wasn't a closed room murder like it was reported to be. Agent Pallas pauses and sighs Agent Pallas: It was a suicide. [END LOG] Addendum.5037.2 On 1/10/20██, Lubbock police chief Carson Grimes was induced by the Foundation to confess to the crime of falsifying police records in order to report the suicide of his 15-year old son Nelson Grimes via sleeping pill overdose as a 'locked room' murder. He was additionally made to confess that the first three instances of SCP-5037 were also suicides he falsely reported as 'locked room' murders, produced via fabricated evidence and coercion of witnesses. After three months following this course of action without additional SCP-5037 instances, SCP-5037 is pending reclassification as Neutralized. Addendum.5037.3 On 4/9/20██, former Lubbock police chief Carson Grimes committed suicide in his prison cell, having overdosed on sleeping pills he requested in order to deal with recurring nightmares featuring his son. Footnotes 1. 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Image Credit: See comments. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 5/5038 LEVEL 5/5038 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5038 Pending Assigned Site Director Research Head Assigned MTF Kelipat Nogah Initiative Dr. Judith Low Dr. Samira Golzar Xi-8 ("Last to Fall") Beta-2 ("Bayou Boys") Special Containment Procedures Due to the ongoing Sarkic threat, the former access point to SCP-5038 has been permanently sealed. Multiple Class II Bonfield-Carizza field detectors have been planted throughout the French Quarter in order to detect any additional appearances of SCP-5038 instances. MTF Beta-2 ("Bayou Boys") and the Xi-8 ("The Last To Fall") Beta Company have been stationed at Provisional Site FQ-1 in order to respond to any excursion of Sarkic forces from within LoI-504 ("La Rue Macabre"). In the event of an appearance of a new instance of SCP-5038, both teams should be immediately mobilized to respond to the potential threat, but initial contact should be made by Beta-2. Xi-8 is to engage Sarkic or Darkwater Lodge-affiliated entities only. Description Current SCP-5038 Access Point SCP-5038 is a Class-31 Way located in the French Quarter of New Orleans, LA. Originally accessed by following a complex series of walking patterns near Jackson Square, the primary access point has been rendered inaccessible via the use of four Class-6 Scranton Reality Anchors. Due to the actions of PoI-504-L ("Papa Legba") during Incident 5038.inc.01, SCP-5038 can now be accessed from the doorway to a closed costume shop at 722 Dumaine St. This doorway has been designated SCP-5038-1, and access to SCP-5038 in this manner is limited to members of MTF Beta-2. While this is currently the only known access point to SCP-5038, PoI-504-L can alter the location of SCP-5038-1 at will, and multiple instances may exist at a given time. Attached Addenda Discovery SCP-5038 was initially theorized to exist in 1967 by several high-ranking individuals within GoI-0007 ("Global Occult Coalition") to explain the unusually high numbers of high-profile "Threat Entities" in the Greater New Orleans area. Reports of significant anomalous activity in the area continued to persist despite heavy GoI-0007 presence in and around Orleans Parish. This theory was independently confirmed by the Foundation in 1982, due to the events surrounding the acquisition and eventual release of SCP-4421. In the years since, the Foundation had developed a fairly "hands off" approach to dealing with the leadership of LoI-504 and the entities that reside there. This practice was initially beneficial to both the Foundation and LoI-504. The existence of the La Rue Macabre free port provided a place for anomalous entities to exist and operate in a place where they would not be a threat to the Veil or global normalcy. While the Foundation was not exactly forbidden from accessing LoI-504, the Leadership of LoI-504 made it clear that Foundation operatives would not be welcome in Rue Macabre. A notable exception to this were members of MTF Beta-2 and the late Dr. Isabelle Beaumont. What precipitated the drastic change in relations between the Foundation and LoI-504 is currently unknown, but Foundation operatives are no longer welcome in LoI-504. Additional Research On November 3, 2019, a four-person Beta-2 team was on patrol within LoI-504 under the pretense of being on leave. As the nature of the SCP-5038 access prevented the team from streaming uplink data directly to SCiPNet, the absence of a new log from their patrol was not noted until the following morning. When the team failed to check in to their assigned duty post the following day, Foundation .aic Humberto noted the discrepancy and the Site-932 Site Director was notified. An additional Beta-2 team was sent to investigate, but they were denied access to the primary SCP-5038 instance. A transcript of the additional team's encounter with PoI-504-L follows: ■ 5038.doc.02 - Transcript ■ □ 5038.doc.02 - Transcript □ Date: 2019/11/04 @ 10:40 Assigned MTF: Beta-2 ("Bayou Boys") Team Lead: Lieutenant Samuel Broussard Operatives: Corporal Francine LePic, Private Tim "Bones" Fontenot, & Private Lamar Bergeron Foreword: The team was in the process of completing the maneuvers necessary to access SCP-5038 when they were approached by PoI-504-L. Video feed is from Lt. Broussard's chest-mounted body camera. [BEGIN LOG] Cpl. Francine LePic: L-T. It's Legba. [She points, and Broussard turns. The feed shows an elderly Black man carrying an ornate wooden cane walking towards them on the street. The team stops, and Broussard steps forward, hand extended.] Legba: [Shaking the offered hand.] Hello, Boys. Ya'll knows I ain't the best at bringin' foul tidin's, but La Rue is closed. Lt. Samuel Broussard: Excuse me? I, uh, didn't realize that that was a thing. Legba: Well, 'twasn't in the past, prolly won't be in the future neither. But, for now, ya'll ain't welcome. Broussard: Mr. Legba, we had a deal, an arrange- Legba: Dontcha' be remindin' me of my agreements, Sammy-boy. I was makin' pacts with folk afore even yer grandpappy's grandpappy was pickin' oysters outta Pontchartrain. I knows what's the deal, and that deal's ain't a thing no more. Broussard: Ah. I see. If this is in response to something Sergeant Cormier did- Legba: This ain't got nothin' to do with yer poorly-hid spies, Samuel. We was willin' to turn a blind eye to you sendin' yer bully-boys, as long as they was Bayou Boys an' they behaved they selfs. Aristide3 [he spits to the side], he done stumbled on somethin' he shouldn'tve. Now he ain't around no more, and La Rue's closed. Y'all best be headin' back up that-aways, 'cause y'all ain't gettin' in here today. Broussard: What do you mean, 'He ain't around no more'? Legba: Mamma Broussard din't raise no fool, Samuel. You be knowin' what I mean. Now, git. I gots more pressin' shit I gots to be dealin' with. [END LOG] Afterword: PoI-504-L tapped his cane on the flagstones, and the team was transported to the center of Jackson Square. All further attempts to access SCP-5038 in the previously prescribed manner have failed. 2019/11/12 Update - Incident 5038.inc.01: Four days after this encounter, the Bonfield-Carizza detector planted at the intersection of Bourbon and Dumaine streets activated, indicating the presence of both Akiva radiation and corresponding fluctuations in the local Hume field. A Beta-2 field team was able to respond within 20 minutes. They arrived to find the heavily disfigured remains of a former Beta-2 operative, later identified as Sergeant Aristide Cormier. Three additional combat harnesses with intact audio/visual recording equipment were also recovered from the scene. There were no known witnesses to the recovery, though Humberto.aic has been tasked with trawling the information/entertainment networks and social media for any references to the incident. ■ 5038.doc.01 - Transcript ■ □ 5038.doc.01 - Transcript □ Date: 2019/10/30 Assigned MTF: Beta-2 ("Bayou Boys") Team Lead: Sergeant Aristide Cormier Operatives: Corporal Charlie LePic, Private Tomas Estrada, & Private Eliazar Blaine Foreword: The majority of this transcript has been omitted for brevity. The omitted portions contained what appeared to be a standard patrol of LoI-504 with no incidents of note. Near the end of the patrol, Sergeant Cormier decided to check on the meeting area known as La Pavillon, a common place to find the various leaders of LoI-504 "holding court". This record starts as the team approaches La Pavillon and the video feed is from Sergeant Cormier's body camera. [BEGIN LOG] [The street leading to La Pavillon is clear of crowds, with most of the city in attendance at the pre-Halloween festivities in Market Square. Blaine is in the lead with Cormier following several steps behind. After a few minutes of walking, the large wooden structure of La Pavillon comes into view.] Pvt Tomas Estrada: Any of you ever been here when the Circus is in town? Those fuckers may be weird, but they put on one helluva show. Pvt Eliazar Blaine: They were here a few months ago. I'm surprised they aren't here for Halloween. I remember reading that they're usually front-and-center. Estrada: Maybe Fuller found someplace else to spook for All Hallows. [Cormier taps Blaine on the shoulder and stops, stepping off to the side and out of direct line of sight from La Pavillon.] Sgt. Aristide Cormier: Hey, any of you know who is up there with Joe and the Fontaynes? Shit, I think that's all the Bigs up there. Didn't we see Nancy down at Market Square? Blaine: Yeah, but who the fuck knows how the Bigs move around La Rue. I just assume that Joe is everywhere, all the time. Makes sense that Nancy and the others can do that shit too. Estrada: Shhh. I'm setting up the boom, see if I can pick up some audio. [The following audio was retrieved from Estrada's A/V equipment.] Cotton-Eye Joe: -and you think we're just going to be ok with you setting up shop here? Unknown Individual: We're already here, Joe. Have been for a long time now. Joe: No. Enitan and Enu were here. You're somethin' else. At least before, you stayed in the basement of the Big House. Unknown: We have always been, even when we were Enitan and Enu. You should've known that. Joe: This is a big difference, Naman. Enitan and Enu didn't murder every white man they happened to come across. We play nice here, those are the rules. Scratch: Please. Those are just stories- Joe: Not all of them are stories, Demon. Don't forget, I was there. Legba: So was I. Precious few of those white folk that weren't deservin' of what Naman done to 'em. Me 'n Nancy done similar, more'n once. Joe: That was your right, Legba. Those were your people. There were never any Darkwater folk slave to the Plantations. Plus, there's a big difference between a slave uprising and a Sarkic- Naman: That's where you're wrong, Joe. The Ämärangnä were slaves long before the Africans. We've just been following the path laid before us by the Ozi̮rmok. We free everyone who is slave, that is central Nälmäsäksasa, the Holy Word. Joe: [a deep sigh] Fine. But I'll not allow chaos in the streets of La Rue. Make nice with the Mekhanics. Naman: Bumaro and the Church are just as bad as any fucking slaver, Swamp God. They enslave through indoctrination and modification. I doubt Jackal has any love left for them. All who would force slavery and death on the unwilling will fall. That includes the Jailers and their tools. [A loud wash of electronic noise forces Estrada to violently remove his earpiece and the recording from his equipment ends here. The remainder of this log is from Cormier's equipment.] Estrada: Fuck. They know we're here. Cormier: I heard. Out, double-time. We gotta warn- [His words are interrupted by a wet gurgling sound over the communication channel and the view shifts wildly as Cormier spins to watch a large growth appear on LePic's neck. Within seconds the growth has doubled in size and sprouted tendrils that wrap themselves around LePic's face, digging into his mouth, nose, and ears.] Blaine: What the fuck is th- [Cormier draws his sidearm and discharges it twice, putting two projectiles into LePic's forehead.] Cormier: No time. We are getting the fuck out of here now. Let's go people! [He begins to run mid-sentence, sprinting away from La Pavillon and towards the egress point from LoI-504. He gets half a block before a cloaked figure drops from above to land on the pavement in front of him. He changes his charge, trying to dodge around the obstacle, but the figure raises a cloth covered arm, and a bone spike shoots out to impale Cormier to the left of the camera.] Naman: You shouldn't have been here. It wasn't in the plan to kill any Jailers tonight, but if we must, we must. [The camera angle shifts abruptly as Cormier is jerked into the air, and the bodies of Estrada and Blaine come into view, also impaled upon bone spurs jutting from the figure. Blaine is shrieking incoherently onto the communication channel, blocking out all other transmissions. Cormier attempts to pull himself off the impaling spike, his hands grasping ineffectually at the wrist-sized bone appendage jutting in front of the camera. A large volume of blood can be seen sliding down towards his hands from the wound in his chest.] Naman: No. Not yet. We need to learn what you know. [The blood appears to instantly soak into the bone, and Cormier lets out a scream that can be heard over the frantic shouts from Estrada before going limp.] [END CORMIER LOG] [The final recording of note comes from LePic's recording device. While the three other devices were disabled shortly after their bearers were apprehended by Naman, LePic's continued recording for several minutes.] Legba: Fuck. This ain't how I was hopin' this'd go down, but that's how 'tis, I guess. [PoI-504-L comes into view, looking down at LePic's corpse. He sighs and shakes his head, looking directly into the camera.] Legba: Ain't nothin' I can do for yer Boys now, Nakada.4 I'll keep the rest out 'til I can make some sense of this mess. I'll get the others when I can, if'n I can. The others'll kin why I do this. We had ourselves a deal, an' I ain't fixin' to jus' end it on account o' some ancient motherfucker from the dawn o' time's say so. [The feed cuts out, only to come back on after what is assumed to be several days. This time, PoI-504-L is holding the rig up to his face, and the door to SCP-5038-1 can be seen standing open behind him.] Legba: This is all I is gonna do. Our agreement's at an' end, Jailers. Things is changin', an' La Rue is keepin' out of it, mostly. Y'all come see me when this shit's over. We'll straighten' shit out then. Afterword: The video recording device was left on, and recorded PoI-504-L retreating back through SCP-5038-1. It recorded nothing else of note until it was retrieved by the Beta-2 response team. To: Dr. Judith Low, Department of History - Religious GoI Threat Analysis From: O5-12 Date: 2019/11/12 @ 17:44 Subject: Re:La Rue Macabre & the Darkwater Lodge Looks like your suspicions about Darkwater were correct. This lends credence to your entire proposal, and Overwatch has decided that we can no longer pass off the recent spate of Sarkic events as mere coincidence. I've taken the liberty of starting the wheels in motion to move forward with your proposal. Consider this notification that your clearance has been raised to L05/Dir and both MTF teams you requested have been transferred to your command. Please give me a list of requested project personnel soonest and I'll get Kofí working on all the transfer paperwork. The Xi-8 Beta company has been sent to New Orleans, though I desperately hope they wont be needed. From this point forward, the Kelipot Nogah Initiative is a go. May the cleansing of this impurity be less of a threat than the impurity itself. O5-12 Act II: Exierunt ut Vinceret | In Memoria, Adytum Footnotes 1. Stable, artificially created 2. The primary LoI-504 & Greater New Orleans area Site 3. Sergeant Aristide Cormier, leader of the missing team. 4. [DATA EXPUNGED] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5038" by MalyceGraves, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5038. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Image 1 Source: flickr License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Title: waygate.jpg Author: Infrogmation of New Orleans Release year: 2010 |
SCP-5039 | keter | close Info X SCP-5039: Where Did You Go? Author: Hexick Image Sources: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:View_of_a_suburban_home,_by_James_G._Lock.jpg https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:2011-12-17_12.06.08OldPC.jpg All modifications to these images were done by me. Your name is Michael Welsh, you're 28-years-old, and you've been recently assigned to a newly formulated project with the intent of finding the true nature of an anomaly that in your opinion, you find quite mundane. You also find it strange that anything more than just locking the SCP in a box and forgetting it would be a massive waste of the Foundation's resources. SCP-5039 they call it, and you're on your way to the para-media archival center to retrieve information on it. This is because a new experiment is underway and you're the only one with a memetic resistance high enough to view it. At this point, you've finished walking down the bleach-colored corridor of Provisional Site-76, finally reaching your destination. The large metal doors seem cold and uninviting, but you persist, swiping your keycard and walking through the security doors. Stepping through, you're unimpressed by the generic office-like setting with the indistinguishable scent of mold, dust and rotting wood assaulting your nose as soon as you take your first breath. Despite this, your main point of attention is that you're completely alone. Nothing but you and the persistent buzzing noise, its origin completely unknown to you. For some odd reason, you have a strange feeling of importance, but you just attribute this to your loneliness in this massive database. Making your way to the partially molded desk, you see a file waiting on it. You hesitate for a moment for reasons unknown before taking a seat and opening the file. Item #: SCP-5039 A still taken from SCP-5039 found in the same location as the VHS tape in which it was discovered. How the still was initially created is currently unknown. Special Containment Procedures: All instances of devices displaying either portions of SCP-5039 or the object entirely, are to be confiscated from the owner and destroyed via conventional means. Should an individual view SCP-5039, they are to be quarantined for a minimum of 72 consecutive hours in order to determine if the individual has been contaminated by the memetic agents present in SCP-5039. In instances where subjects have shown symptoms of memetic contamination, they should be held within Provisional Site-76 throughout the process of decontamination. Should subjects display levels of contamination exceeding that of which an individual could recover from, they may-be terminated humanely per standards set in place by the Ethics Committee on July 25, 1975. Concerning the continued research of SCP-5039, a standard MP4 file of the anomaly is to be stored in a secure SCiPNET database only accessible to personnel possessing a security clearance at or exceeding Level-3/5039. Researchers working with SCP-5039 are forbidden from directly viewing the object, in exception to those possessing a memetic resistance at or exceeding 5.5 and directly authorized to do so. Possible revision to these procedures in light of new information is currently being reviewed between the SCP-5039 research team and the Classifications Committee. Description: SCP-5039 designates an MP4 based video file, transmittable between all forms of media capable of displaying such an item. The video contains numerous memetic properties related to memory as well as other abstract concepts. This will commonly cause auditory hallucinations of music, though this varies between individuals viewing SCP-5039. These symptoms primarily manifest in individuals who have had a previous history of lucid dreaming. Current research into these relations is currently ongoing. Information obtained during subsequent viewings of SCP-5039 has concluded its contents to be a video-based diary created by an unidentifiable individual between the ages of 15-17 designated SCP-5039-1. This consists of events commonly attributed as typical to events in education-based facilities throughout the mid-western United States such as conflicts between groups, foil, and other related topics. Other topics include the individual's daily routine, outings with peers and other social gatherings typical of the mid 20th Century. Conclusive documentation of the length of SCP-5039 has thus far been impossible, primarily due to events in SCP-5039 changing or becoming completely absent from the film between viewings. The only known portion of the video proven to be consistent is the beginning and conclusion of SCP-5039 always starting in a recreational room of a building resembling that of a public school, while the ending always results in— "Wait, that can't be it?" You turn the file over hoping to see the document entirely but there's nothing. You don't even actually know what the object does or why you of all people were sent to this dingy site in the middle of Indiana just to read this seemingly meaningless article. Thinking to yourself, you assume that it may have just been a misprint, a slip-up, a mistake. Standing up, you produce your Foundation issued cell phone and attempt to call the head researcher of the SCP. "Hmm, no signal." You find yourself confused, as this has never happened before. Your phone was always in working order and you've never seen an incomplete document, especially one that had caught the interest of a few of the higher-ups. You're turning to leave as you have no other choice, but something catches your eye. A small VHS tape placed carelessly on a desk with an archaic computer terminal atop of it. You try to ignore it and continue your leave, but every thought you attempt to conjure keeps leading back to that seemingly old and worthless tape. Finally you give in, cautiously stepping towards the metal desk, an intangible fear gripping you for unknown reasons as you do so. Picking up the decrepit tape you read the label: "JUST ME, SENIOR MEMORIES OF SHIRLEY HIGH SCHOOL 1976" written in all capitals, seemingly in a hurry. You have a strange compulsion to watch the tape but no. What if this is SCP-5039, and this is a test or some form of discipline for your misacting? But wait, the article said that all of the copies were destroyed and the one that remains is a digital file. It's done, you're going to play the tape and hope for the best. You rush over to the storage closet retrieving a VHS player and an adapter to use on the terminal monitor. After fumbling around for a few minutes, you finally have everything in working order and slide the tape into the machine. The video opens with static but after a few seconds, the screen slowly begins to fade in and shows a cafeteria full of students and a couple of teachers maintaining order. "There, now it should work." is audible in a female voice coming from off-screen. The camera pans around showing a young female 15-17 years old with dark blond hair and green eyes. "Hello world, or well in better terms, hi viewer I'm [DATA CORRUPTED] and I'm currently a senior at Shirley High School in Colton, Indiana. Ms. Clarkson recommended that I make a video journal to document all of the memories of senior year for when I'm older and want to look back. Well, this is just a test for now and biology class is about to start so bye everyone." The camera then appears to be set on pause resuming some time later in an outdoor setting. "Hey Tammy, do you think the test on the Han Dynasty is gonna be hard or easy like the one on the correlations between music and human sacrifice?" "[DATA CORRUPTED] what? We never had a test like that, what are you talking about?" "Oh yea that's right." "[DATA CORRUPTED] is everything alright today you've been acting screwy?" "I'm fine, I'm just a bit stressed out that's all." "O-oh, ok." The two individuals continue walking silently down the path and several houses become visible in the distance. The two diverge with the one identified as Tammy turning right and entering the small house located in the previously stated position. While the one holding the camera enters the two-story house on the left. Fuck fuckfuckfuck! You know that's SCP-5039 but you can't move anything: your arms, legs and even your eyes are completely still and fixated on the screen. You pray that someone, something will come through the metal doors and save you from the memetic clamp that's sprung upon you. The camera goes quiet once again before cutting to what can only be assumed to be several days later. A bowl of cereal is visible and 3 other individuals can be seen. The one holding the camera begins to speak. "Dad, I had a nightmare last night and I was wondering if I could talk to you about it?" "Sure KW, what was it?" "I was walking through a place that looked like the food store downtown, but things were wrong. See, you were all there but without faces, and when I tried to go to you guys, I saw scp-3935 9 girls I guess? Well, that's what they looked like. Before getting stabbed with music notes coming from some hole." "Hmm KW, just remember, all of that isn't real so you don't have to be afraid. Look, when you grow up you'll realize that you won't have to worry about such nonsense and finally realize that sleeping isn't real either." "What?" The adult male figure stares blankly before the camera cuts out with a loud hiss. The scene becomes visible, the camera-woman and three others at a social gathering akin to a party. Three including the one holding the camera are sitting on a somewhat dilapidated deck while the others are visible playing in a pool which constantly shifts from being clean to having a black sludge with snails arranged in a fashion to form whole notes. "[DATA CORRUPTED] don't worry I'm sure you can convince them to stay here with us so you don't grow-up go away." "Innocence, I'm not sure, they're really persistent about moving on. Like what's the point of 76? Trust joins in. "Well at age 75 everything died, even innocence and me. Maybe it's just the symphony trying to get back what was lost." [DATA CORRUPTED] chimes in one last time. "Well, when you put it that way, I guess it's just one big cycle into syncope. Thank you two for coming back one last time." The two speak. "Don't mention it." The individual holding the camera beings to spasm before presumably vanishing with the camera falling to the ground facing Innocence and Trust. At once. "I can't wait to see Michael again." [Video Ends] Back in the archival center of Provisional Site-76, Kellie Welsh, now able to stand does so, and he she slowly makes her way out of the site to resume her work with what she thought were her friends. SCAN COMPLETE As initially theorized, upon further review it has been discovered that the previously viewed document was the result of data corruption from an unknown source. A revised document has been made available here. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5039" by Hexick, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5039. Licensed under CC-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: still Name: View of a suburban home, by James G. 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SCP-5040 | euclid | ⚠️ content warning close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This work of fiction involves scenes which depict or allude to topics which may be particularly distressing for some readers. Please scroll for a list of such topics contained in this piece. Blood Body horror Death Dental trauma Forced captivity Gore Hostages Kidnapping Misogyny Murder PTSD Self-harm Sexism Torture Violence Readers with particular sensitivities should also be aware that this story also depicts or alludes to the following subjects which are less prevalent among content advisories, but nevertheless have the potential to be disturbing: Facial mutilation Ocular body horror ("eye scream") Violence against women Violent treatment of women in media PeppersGhost SCP-5040: 血の涙 ("Tears of Blood") by PeppersGhost More by this author A reminder from the Records and Information Security Administration Unauthorised personnel are not permitted to rename secure documents. Mr. Rubber, the junior research intern responsible for changes to SCP-5040’s code name, will continue to serve our organization by maintaining the cleanliness of the subfloor restrooms. If you wish to edit this file, please contact your IntSCPFN server administrator. — Maria Jones, RAISA Director Item#: 5040 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawler Kappa-08 ("CINEGAMI") is to seek and suppress all references to SCP-5040 in online discussions and entertainment news. Antimemetic inoculations against the propagation of SCP-5040 are in development. Description: SCP-5040 is a nonexistent Japanese horror film entitled 血の涙 ("Tears of Blood")1 which spontaneously manifests in human memories. Those affected by SCP-5040 will remember going to see the film even when their supposed attendance would contradict empirical evidence. SCP-5040 afflictions may occur in any place where movies are shown, including cultures where its content would usually be prohibited. Subtitles and/or dubbing will be used when appropriate. Descriptions of the film are always similar in nature, as are the circumstances and events surrounding the viewing. However, reports of SCP-5040's story and characters are never fully consistent, and the film's setting, subplots, character names, and much of the dialogue will be different for each viewer.2 Casting also varies and appears largely arbitrary; a broad variety of Japanese performers and entertainment personalities (both living and deceased) have been said to star in the film, even when the actor in question has no real-life associations with the horror genre. Despite these differences, the film's beginning, climax, and ending consistently hew to the same general plot (see Doc. 5040-Prime). After conducting more than three hundred interviews, researchers have constructed a detailed synopsis of SCP-5040's most consistent story elements and the most common sequence of events associated with the viewer's memory of their screening attendance (see Doc. 5040-Prime). Addendum 5040-Prime: Screenings always begin at sunset. If a subject had prior commitments for that day and time, they learn that the commitment was abruptly cancelled or resolved through unforeseen circumstances. The subject decides to spend their free time by seeing a movie at a local theater. Upon arrival, they see a large crowd gathered at the box office and learn the entire theater has been reserved for a special event: a one-time-only screening of a rare, critically acclaimed film. Admission is free. Drawn in by the excitement, the subject indulges their curiosity and gets in line for a ticket. Most seats are already occupied when the subject reaches the auditorium, but they find an empty space in the back. They notice that a large number of people throughout the audience wear disposable face masks, even if this practice is not common in the local culture. The woman who takes the seat next to the subject wears one such mask, as does the woman beside her. The remaining seats are quickly taken, but patrons continue to file in. By the time the lights dim, the audience completely fill the aisles and stairs, leaving the areas around the exits standing room only. An IV pole carrying a bag of unknown fluid may be seen protruding from the crowd, but with no clear indication who it is connected to. The subject might also notice that elsewhere in the theater, one of the masked audience members wears a hospital gown. There are no trailers or advertisements before the film. The theater goes silent when it begins. The film opens with the female protagonist going about mundane activities in her day-to-day life. She is interrupted by a phone call from an unknown party who tells her that a loved one has been hospitalized. When the protagonist leaves her apartment to go to the hospital, she is attacked by a male assailant and loses consciousness. When the protagonist wakes up, she finds herself in an unfamiliar building with her arms and legs bound. She is accompanied by a number of other female captives, some of whom still remain unconscious. The women briefly discuss the possibility of an escape, but are interrupted when the kidnapper appears. He sees one of the women crying and kills her without hesitation. The kidnapper explains that he intends to release the captives after 24 hours, but only under the condition that they do not cry. Throughout the film, the kidnapper exacts various forms of physical and psychological torture on the group. Despite their best efforts, captives prove unable to hold back their tears, and they are murdered one by one until only the protagonist remains. Frustrated by the protagonist's resolve, the kidnapper gradually escalates her torture; however, the protagonist only responds with rebukes, which angers the kidnapper even further. As the protagonist makes a speech against the kidnapper, the subject notices what seems to be a slight echo to the dialogue. They eventually realize that the two masked women sitting beside them are softly repeating every line of dialogue as it occurs. If they look further, they will see that the lower half of the women's masks are saturated with saliva and their hands are clasped together so tightly that their fingernails have begun to draw blood. At the film's climax, the kidnapper approaches the protagonist with a double edge razor blade and announces that even if she is freed, she will spend the rest of her life horribly disfigured. This leads to an argument between the two which touches on themes such as the nature of inner and outer beauty, the value of women in society, and the societal stigma against expressions of vulnerability. Eventually, the kidnapper loses patience, throws the protagonist to the floor, and grabs her face. From this point onward, the subject hears groans from unidentified members of the audience. Gripping the protagonist's lower lip between his thumb and forefinger, the kidnapper takes the razor blade and cuts a deep fissure from the corner of her mouth to her chin. He works the blade across her face using a rough sawing motion until her lower lip is partially amputated. He pauses to mock the protagonist and she uses the opportunity to grab the razor from him with her teeth. Before the kidnapper can react, she slices his left eye open. The kidnapper screams as blood and vitreous humor spill from his face, allowing time for the protagonist to maneuver the razor to her fingers and cut through her bindings. Enraged and half blind, the kidnapper grabs the remaining flap of the protagonist's lower lip and pulls sharply, tearing it from her face along with a large strip of her right cheek. As the kidnapper expresses his satisfaction, the protagonist finishes freeing herself and slits the kidnapper's throat with the razor. Whereas the film's previous murders often differ between manifestations, all interviewees gave consistent descriptions of the violent climax and displayed a greater degree of clarity in their recollection of this scene than at any other point in the film. ~80% of subjects also reported that the movie's climax was accompanied by a profound sense of dread, but did not attribute the feeling to the movie itself. The protagonist hurries to the exit as the kidnapper bleeds to death on the floor. Although her speech is impeded by her injuries, she pauses before leaving to mock the kidnapper one last time, calmly telling him that he "cried tears of blood" and therefore had to die according to his own rules. The film abruptly cuts to an unspecified point in the future. Now wearing a face mask to hide her disfigured mouth, the protagonist walks down the street to her apartment, indifferent to the crowd of paparazzi that follows her. When she finally reaches her bedroom, the protagonist slowly takes off her mask and looks at herself in the mirror. She stares in silence at the missing lower portion of her face and sheds a tear. Over the course of several minutes, her weeping gradually builds into frenzied sobs and shrieks. The film cuts to black and the credits roll, but the sound of the protagonist's cries continue to play with no other audio until the credit reel ends. The other audience members largely remain silent after the movie ends, exchanging only whispers as they exit the theater. Subjects have claimed to have seen small red puddles and stains on the theater floor on their way out. Those who remain past this point will experience an escalating feeling of unwelcomeness until they are driven to leave. Footnotes 1. Sometimes reported as simply "血涙". 2. Researchers familiar with paramedia should note the contrast with nonexistent works of anafabulaic origin, which are generally described with consistent details. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5040" by PeppersGhost, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5040. Licensed under CC-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-5041 | neutralized | close Info X SCP-5041: The Man in the Iron Mask Author: stormbreath Thanks to MaliceAforethought for looking this over. His crit prompted me to go in a vastly different direction from my original drafts, which I was much happier with. Thanks to The Pighead for help with French translation. Additional thanks to my other critters: DrAkimoto, Oboebandgeek99, Anxiety Incorporated, MalyceGraves View more of my articles here. For the benefit of translators and editors, here are links to the individual offsets: First Page Second Page by stormbreath Item #: SCP-5041 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5041 is to be contained within Specialized Containment Cell-01 at Site-Aleph. It is not to be removed from SCC-01 at any time, and SCC-01 should not be accessed by any individual outside the specific provisions allowed by the containment procedures. SCC-01 is the top story of Building-01 within Site-Aleph. It consists of four rooms: a main chamber, a bedroom, a bathroom, and an antechamber. The only room into which containment staff are allowed to enter is the antechamber and only to deliver food or other provisions to SCP-5041. Containment staff are to ring a doorbell to give SCP-5041 time to vacate the antechamber before they enter. All rooms of SCC-01 have been soundproofed. SCC-01 is to be outfitted with furniture as appropriate. The roof of SCC-01's main chamber is a skylight, which is cleaned by automated mechanisms. All Foundation satellites that pass over SCC-01 have been set to automatically censor photographs of SCC-01. Under no circumstances should the interior of SCC-01 be viewed; immediate amnestic treatment is required if this is violated. If it is necessary to access the roof of Aleph-Building-01, automated shutters have been installed to close the skylight. SCP-5041 should be notified in advance that the shutters are to be used. SCP-5041 has been granted Grade-A Humanoid Amenity privileges. In addition to receiving three Grade-A meals each day, it is to be given two bottles of wine and a Grade-A dessert package every week. Entertainment media given to SCP-5041 should not contain depictions of any individuals or characters, real or fictional. SCP-5041 may make requests to the containment staff of any nature, by writing on a slip of paper and putting said paper into a slot in the antechamber of SCC-01. After these requests are read and denied/granted, they are to be incinerated. Description: SCP-5041 is a humanoid. As SCP-5041 is still alive after three hundred years of continuous containment it is either immortal, of a greatly extended life-span, or is non-human. SCP-5041 is believed to have other anomalous properties. No details of these additional properties are known. It is not known why SCP-5041 is in containment. + Personal Logs of Doctor Clouzot, SCP-5041 HMCL Supervisor - Close Logs. June 8th, 2020: First day on the job as acting HMCL Supervisor for SCP-5041. It's a Keter, unlike my previous assignments (all Safe) — guess that it's being treated at a lower level than the Object Class would indicate. Previous HMCL Supervisor had been on the job for nearly forty years, it looks like, before retiring. It's a stable job — some might say a dead end. I do find it troubling, however, that there isn't any proper information about the anomaly itself. That's a little worrying, if you ask me. This thing has apparently been in Foundation containment since the beginning, and we don't know anything about it. Containment Procedures forbid almost any kind of testing, so I'll have to be digging into the archives for the investigation. Won't be able to get an amendment if they're stable (as it would appear). Let's see what I can scrape from the Con Procs and Description: Hazardous to perceive? Extends to all forms, apparently — sight and sound both potential vectors. Cognitohazard or memetic likely. Notes can be read, but only once — effect extends to materials produced by the entity, but not significant? Not automatically lethal or not that dangerous Immortal, 300+ years old. Unclear if this property relates to main sensory anomaly. Look into specific times for initial containment. Contained in oldest building at first French site. Still requires food/drink to live? Is food actually necessary or has other purpose — as suggested by dessert/wine privileges. Why does it get those? June 9th, 2020: Investigation starts at the beginning. Information about SCP-5041 from the time before it came into the Foundation is sparse, but we do know a little. It was originally contained by the Estate noir (French Foundation precursor, although more of an Insurgency precursor in all honesty), beginning in 1713. We've got this document from them: To the honourable Jailer of Avignon, Delivered unto you in one weeks time shall be a prisoner of most unusual quality. You are to guard him until such time as further instruction is given; however, it is unlikely he shall ever be fit for release from captivity. It is the belief of the Estate noir that the prisoner shall never be released, and that he shall be held till the end of days. During the time of which he shall be rendered unto you, outfit a cell with the following specifications to hold him. The prisoner is not to be released from this cell, nor should the cell be modified in any way — the following requirements have been determined to be the safest method of holding the prisoner, for both himself and others. The cell should be constructed so that prison is neither able to see any individuals of the outside world, nor should any individual of the outside world be able to look upon the prisoner. To this end, it is recommended that the prisoner be placed in a high tower, with windows angled up towards the sky. It is imperative, however, that the prisoner is allowed access to natural light. Do not put the prisoner in a room without a window of any form, but allow him his daily light. There should be an antechamber between the cell holding the prisoner and between the general corridors of whichever prison is holding him. The antechamber should have locked doors on either side. The cell should be protected against sound as well as possible, so that no sounds penetrate the interior chamber in which the prisoner is kept, and so the prisoner does not hear any of the ongoings or discussions of his jailers. The door between the antechamber and the cell is to have an angled slot in it, that allows for the prisoner to slip a note through the door and into the antechamber. Once the prisoner has been delivered unto you, and is kept within the cell, he is to be treated in the following manner. Be sure to do so with great respect and civility, for while the prisoner is responsible for terrible acts, he is repentant of his sin. Like the famed prisoner held by Bénigne d'Auvergne de Saint-Mars, the prisoner has been given a mask of black velvet to wear at all times. The prisoner shall be delivered to you wearing this mask, and he will wear it all times, should the unlikely situation require him to appear in public. Do not force him to remove it. No contact should be held with the prisoner. He is not to be spoken to nor exposed to the outside world, and should spend the rest of his days in isolation. So that the mind of the prisoner remains sane and does not decay, he is to be provided with various forms of entertainment and engagement: The prisoner may be allowed books and poems, but none of these are to reflect the lives of individuals or their stories. He may be given paintings to decorate the cell, so long as these paintings do not depict any individuals. The prisoner is to be allowed the materials with which to write and paint. Should he place any in the antechamber, it is to be destroyed without inspection. The prisoner is to be fed well each day, with three proper meals given to him. He is to be afforded two bottles of wine per week, of whatever vintage that is readily available. Finally, the furnishings of the prison cell should be finely done and crafted. The cell that holds the prisoner should not be sparse of comforts, for it shall be his home for eternity. The prisoner was responsible for the disappearance of a rather large number of victims, some leagues south of Mende. As a result of his nature, the names of these victims have been forgotten, and they have vanished from all accounts. Nonetheless, the Estate noir is certain that he is responsible for this, as— There was evidently a second page/more to this letter, but it was completely absent from the records. Unclear if it was lost before or after the Foundation formed, or if the Estate noir lost it in the past. Possible it was destroyed in the Foundation Civil War. Either way, we don't have it, and only have the first half of the letter. Salient points: Estate noir didn't expect the prisoner to be able to be released. Implication that this is distinct from the reason it's in containment/any sense of justice/punishment for actions. Killed(?) a lot of people in the south of France, almost totally — antimemetic in some capacity, it seems? Not certain about that (can still remember it myself). It looks like most of the food provisions are because the Estate noir were being polite, and the Foundation simply kept up the traditions when they inherited the object. No real reason to have them, most likely. Sunlight is set apart from the rest and called out as being more important. Seems key? Reference to the historical Man in the Iron Mask — some of the containment might be a reference to that, not because it was specifically tailored to 5041 itself? Need to review the history of that case, see if there's any reasoning I can't scrape out of it. Interesting note that stories can't have people in them. Weird that's the biggest/only concern (although exceedingly broad). Key points as I see them here are the mental state of the prisoner — keeping him alright — and making sure he has almost no contact with the outside world. Not just about making sure we don't know about him, but that he doesn't know about us either. June 12th, 2020: Was digging late last night into old records and the like (lead about the Man in the Iron Mask didn't go anywhere — that case is too much of a mystery itself). Lots of old records, most of it unhelpful. Almost passed out from low blood sugar — feel like I might be putting myself on the line here. Warnings about infohazards are also in that vein. But still! I have to do this for myself the Foundation. Went for a review of more information, and was able to find the following interview log from 1988. It's the work of old Doctor Lebeau (now retired with a dose of amnestics) and was buried under a mountain of paperwork (what he had to go through to get it approved). Took him over a year to do that — I'll start the processes but it'll take a while to do it myself. Doctor Lebeau: Hello. Are you inside? SCP-5041: You should not be in the antechamber. You should not be allowed to speak to me. Doctor Lebeau: We are the group holding you, and we just want to know a little more about you. Our records are not very complete, and we want to know who you are and why you are here. SCP-5041: I would advise against knowing of me, but I shall answer your questions. You deserve to know the identity of your prisoner, for all you have done for me. You are not the Estate noir? Doctor Lebeau: No, the Estate noir has not existed since the year 1900. We are the Foundation, and we are the successors to the Estate noir. SCP-5041: I see. You hold me all the same, and for that I am thankful. Doctor Lebeau: Now, may we ask your name? SCP-5041: No. I shall give you neither name nor title. Doctor Lebeau: Might we call you SCP-5041, in that case? SCP-5041: Is that a name you have already given to me? What does it mean? Doctor Lebeau: That's what we currently refer to you as. It doesn't truly mean anything itself, it has no inherent meaning to you. SCP-5041: That is the only kind of title that I shall accept. You may call me SCP-5041, but I will not refer to myself as such. Doctor Lebeau: Noted, SCP-5041. We would like to speak to you about your unusual properties. SCP-5041: No. If this is the topic of conversation, it is a dead end. I will not speak of it, for both of our sakes. There is nothing to be gained of it, only pain. Doctor Lebeau: Then, can we ask why the Estate noir initially jailed you, in 1713? SCP-5041: Murder, of the blackest sort. So foul that I cannot speak of the specifics, lest my crimes repeat themselves. I would not wish the same to happen to you. Doctor Lebeau: Our few records indicate that you complied with the Estate noir at all times. Is this all out of penitence for your crimes? SCP-5041: In part. It was not intentional, what I did, but I regret it all the same. But it is more to prevent it from occurring once more. I do not wish to go through that agony again. Doctor Lebeau: And your crimes are linked to your unusual properties? SCP-5041 does not respond. Doctor Lebeau: SCP-5041? SCP-5041: I will not speak to you of this any further. You are looking into an abyss. Stop this madness before it consumes you. Doctor Lebeau: We simply wish to know what you are. SCP-5041: A lethal mistake. I am a knife with no handle. There is no way to touch me that does not cut you to shreds. Doctor Lebeau: Very well, SCP-5041. We'll be ending this interview. Do you have any other requests? SCP-5041: Kindly do not attempt to speak to me again, at least for the span of some years. Forget all it is you know about me, sir. Forget my name. Please, forget my words as well. Let no trace that you spoke with me remain. That is all. Now, if you will, please, leave me in peace. He deleted the actual audio but left this translation lying around. Not sure if that was intentional, but I have it now. I'm not sure what to make of it other than the emphasis that the prisoner wants to be left alone (can't have that as a standard and unchallenged practice). It rejected/denied any attempts to learn anything about it, and just told Lebeau to fuck off. That's not the way anomalies talk to us. I feel like I'm getting close to cracking this thing. I can imagine where it might take me. Nice reward for all my troubles. June 15th, 2020: The following note was dropped out of the dropbox today, into the antechamber. Veuillez calmement cesser votre plan d'action actuel, Monsieur. Translated from the original French: "Please cease your current course of action, sir." Decided not to listen to this warning (has to be a warning, given effects). Too close to stop now. I'm almost there. I'm getting to the bottom of this, even if it kills me. We need to know. One scrap of information I realized from this: it's been aware of me investigating. There's been no contact with it in the slightest since I started this whole investigation. It has to have a precognition of the outside world somehow… And it somehow learned that I was a man? Could just be an assumption, can't make any assumptions based on that. June 17th, 2020: I've got it! I figured it all out, every last bit. A theory that explains just about every last detail of the anomaly. I've written up a new draft of the description, and I'll be submitting it to the Site Director tomorrow. It's flawless, and we should be able to test it without much consequence. And like I expected, much of the current containment routine is unnecessary! So we'll be able to make some significant revisions to that (no need for all the expenses that we're currently dealing with) to bring it in line with the standards for humanoids. Nothing too special about this one that needs to get dessert on a weekly basis. That's way out of line. So not only am I the one to figure out an anomaly that's had us stumped for three-hundred years, I'm the one who refines the containment procedures for it! This is perfect, I couldn't have asked for a better assignment. Doctor Lebeau was a "genius" but he never even came close to figuring this thing out. (Guess I'll have to thank him for what little research I got from him, but whatever.) So much for a dead-end career — I'll be able to leverage this hard. Promotions, advancement, it's all opening up now for me. June 20th, 2020: Well. I've had a rough few days. Thursday — I woke up to find out that SCP-5041 wasn't taking breakfast in the morning. Nothing too unusual and no alarm was raised — it had done that before. But then it didn't take lunch either, and I began to suspect something was wrong. It took until nearly dinner time (also rejected) before I got a solution in place. Lowest grade .aic we have, installed into the automated roof cleaner. Scan the containment cell for signs of life, tell us on the status of SCP-5041. Got the following result back: Date: 18th June 2020 Location: WELL-FURNISHED APARTMENT in BELLE ÉPOQUE FRANCE (63% certainty) Type: FULL COLOR PHOTOGRAPH Subject: The image contains twelve (12) PIECES OF FURNITURE in various locations. In the center of the photograph is one (1) ADULT PERSON lying down. With 100% certainty the PERSON in the image is DEAD. I didn't make up the mind to break containment and enter the cell until a few hours after that. Sent a low-risk D-Class (former medical practitioner — rare resource) into the cell to give an autopsy and verify the death. Came back to confirm the .aic's conclusion (and no sign of infohazardous contamination either). Got the body extracted from the containment cell and sent it to the morgue for a full inspection. Didn't hear back from them until yesterday, when they processed the autopsy. Cause of death was diabetic ketoacidosis of all things, dated to occur around the time of evening on the 17th. Incredibly bizarre — it must have developed that recently since it hadn't been treated in the past and made it this far. Makes me worry about myself. I spent today trying to clean out the cell and perform a thorough investigation of the contents, or at least planning to do so, when my clearance got abruptly shut off. Locked out of nearly everything, and my office door isn't opening. I've been trapped in here, remotely. But there's one thing that really worries me. There's an unopened email from the Ethics Committee in my inbox. 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SCP-5042 | keter | No one's laughing when Westhead Media enters the comic strip market. SCP-5042: The not so funny pages Image is CC-BY 2.0 Knick Banas. Extranormal event entry authored by Ihp. Responsive table coding by Woedenaz. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-5042-B-23 recovered from abandoned Westhead Media sweatshop in Boise, ID. DNA results inconclusive; sigils not visible. Item #: SCP-5042 Special Containment Procedures: Webcrawler S29F87 ("JUMBLE") is to search online for keywords pertaining to SCP-5042-A twice an hour, with all results forwarded to Site-28. Upon verification, Mobile Task Force Mu-50 ("Not Me") is to be dispatched immediately, retrieve SCP-5042-A materials and locally disperse amnestics. SCP-5042-A comics are to be both physically and digitally archived upon returning to Site-28, with further copies distributed to all national Sites. Squad E of Upsilon-27 ("Go West")1 is to be dispatched concurrently with Mu-50 to search for signs of SCP-5042-C presence, and collect all SCP-5042-B instances found. Recovered SCP-5042-Bs are to be contained via cold storage in Site-28's Low Security Biological Wing. All SCP-5042-C locations are to be sealed from the public under the Condemned protocol. Description: SCP-5042 encompasses three interrelated phenomena. SCP-5042-A is the collective designation for comic strips anomalously inserted into United States newspapers prior to printing, supplanting a random comic certified for publication. The method in which this is done is currently unknown, with interviewed syndicates confirming no prior knowledge of their inclusion. SCP-5042-A present themselves as new entries of comic strips that are no longer in full production2. While SCP-5042-A comics do not themselves possess anomalous properties, the contents therein show extensive deviation from the source material they emulate. The most common permutations include: A stark increase in dramatic tone, with little to no humor, regardless of its presence in the source material. Inconsistent artwork and lettering, even from one panel to another. Motifs of a character injuring or losing one or more limbs. Recurring symbolism of eggs being broken, and/or fractures in the sky. If uninterrupted, SCP-5042-A publication will continue until 20 days after an initial entry, Monday through Sunday, after which no new entries will be inserted and normal syndication will resume. As of writing, the Foundation estimates that this has occurred at least █ times prior to and since discovery. SCP-5042-B refers to arms made from a hybrid of Swietenia macrophylla3 wood and human flesh. SCP-5042-B instances are used to create SCP-5042-A. As each instance is branded with a Westhead symbol and unique sigils on their palms, it is theorized that SCP-5042-B are partially golemic in nature. That they become inanimate when removed from a SCP-5042-C location further supports this. SCP-5042-C are locations established by Westhead Media for production of SCP-5042-A. SCP-5042-C are unanimously situated in rented spaces no more than ██ miles away from the nearest newspaper headquarters. Sweatshop conditions are employed across all SCP-5042-C locations, with the few human employees4 discovered shown to be malnourished and exhibiting signs of sleep deprivation. No more than one SCP-5042-C can exist at any given time. Ending of publication, whether voluntarily or not, will result in them being abandoned within 24 hours of cessation, followed by arsonist actions to destroy as much remaining evidence as possible. The first recovered SCP-5042-B instances, and the connection between SCP-5042-A and the arson of SCP-5042-C locations, were not fully established until Incident 5042-20; refer to Addendum 5042-2 for more information. Discovery: The first occurrence of SCP-5042-A documented by the Foundation was initially classified as an extranormal event, a copy of which is provided below: + Show EE-60CH - Close EE-60CH Event Description: From 10/2/2000 to 10/21/2000, new editions of the newspaper comic strip Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson were printed in the ██████ █████, a newspaper distributed in ██████ County, Maine. The strips depicted a single story arc over the course of its running, in which Calvin's wagon is destroyed, with Hobbes losing an arm in the process. Watterson has not published any new Calvin and Hobbes cartoons since 1995. Date of Occurrence: 10/2/2000-10/21/2000 Location: ██████ County, Maine. Follow-up Actions Taken: Editions of the newspaper with the comics printed in them were confiscated, with the archive of the ██████ █████ expunged; all extant editions are archived. The strips were presented to Watterson, who confirmed that the art style, lettering, and signature were all his own, but he had not written or published them. Watterson was administered Class-A amnestics following this. However, one month after, a second event occurred with the Chicago Tribune, which was discovered by agents of Covert Task Force Phi-45 ("Dewey Defeats Truman") and quickly suppressed. An SCP designation request was approved shortly afterward, with EE-60CH retroactively receiving a designation of SCP-5042-A-1. Addendum 5042-1: Abridged list of SCP-5042-A entries: SCP-5042-A-# Comic strip Newspaper affected Date(s) of publication Summary/Notes SCP-5042-A-01 Calvin & Hobbes Oxford Hills, Oxford County, Maine 02 October-21 October, 2000 Calvin and Hobbes ride down a hill in their wagon, but clip against a rock, causing it to careen into the forest. Calvin regains consciousness in the following comic, discovering that the wagon has been destroyed, and Hobbes has lost their left arm. Notably, Hobbes remains in their stuffed animal state, usually reserved for when characters other than Calvin are around, from now until the end of the entries, and periodically loses stuffing. Visibly shaken, Calvin gathers Hobbes into his arms, and treks through the dense forest. Dialogue alternates between Calvin calling for his parents, pleading for Hobbes to persevere, and long periods of silence. The time of day in each comic gradually transitions from the late afternoon to evening, a full moon soon becoming the sole light source. The final entry consists of Calvin, Hobbes no longer in his arms but clumps of stuffing surrounding him, staring up at the sky, commenting in jagged lettering that "the night is breaking open". SCP-5042-A-02 Peanuts5 Chicago Tribune, Metropolitan Chicago Area, Illinois 11 November to 12 November 2000 (further entries interrupted by Foundation intervention) Linus Van Pelt dislocates his right arm after falling off a tree, where his sister Lucy tossed his security blanket after refusing to make her scrambled eggs. A panicked Lucy attempts to use the blanket and a nearby stick as a makeshift splint, although it's unknown whether it's successful. A fracture runs from the middle of the sun into the cloudless sky in the background. SCP-5042-A-14 Bloom County6 Winona Daily News, Winona, Minnesota 30 April 2007-06 May 2007 (no further entries published after this date) Bloom County lawyer Steve Dallas argues in court in the defense of his client, an unnamed and unseen artist, for wanting to protect their work from being exploited by others. The following comic begins with the court adjourning for the day, with Steve in the court parking lot walking to his car, until he's accosted by a suit-clad entity. The entity, whose facial features are an amalgamation of several other Bloom County characters', attempts to dissuade Steve from pursuing his case any further, proclaiming that it is "in your client and mine's best interests" that they drop out. After a confused and derisive response from Steve, the entity becomes more openly antagonistic, comparing the former's body to "a brittle-shelled egg that'll take little effort to shatter" and stating they gave their one warning. In the Sunday comic, the entity pulls out a lead pipe, and begins to strike Steve against his legs for the majority of the panels until crunching sounds are heard. The final panel consists of the entity, still holding the now-bloodied pipe, looking directly at the audience, addressing "those that know what they did" and that "there will be consequences for trying to keep the night closed". Note: Full publication of these entries were interrupted by Winona Daily News following complaints from readers of the graphic and disturbing nature of its contents, responding with an editor apology, temporary postponing of further comic strip sections and a recall of extant editions. Foundation activity was limited to confiscation of said editions and dispersal of amnestics. SCP-5042-A-20 Cathy7 Idaho Statesman, Boise, Idaho 5 October 2011-6 October 2011 See Addendum 5042-2. Addendum 5042-2: Incident 5042-A-20: On 6 October 2011, Webcrawler "JUMBLE" automatically flagged a copy of SCP-5042-A-20's entry the day prior, uploaded onto Twitter by the user @██████. In it, Cathy's husband Irving Hillman is depicted with all of their limbs dislocated, slumped against a wall while Cathy is shown frantically on the phone in the background. Irving's dialogue across all four panels consists of a string of coordinates. The entry was quickly copied and expunged from Twitter, with Class-I amnestics injected into the platform, and Upsilon-27-E was dispatched immediately to the provided coordinates. This led to the discovery of a small rented office-space, ten miles away from the Idaho Statesman's headquarters. Exploration yielded several instances of SCP-5042-B in front of improvised artists' stations in varying states of disarray, as well as the corpse of Kurt Jameston, a Westhead Media employee, with two SCP-5042-Bs clasped tightly around their snapped neck. Jameston was seated in front of a computer workstation, with an opened email on Microsoft Outlook, the message sent an hour prior to Upsilon-27-E's arrival and reproduced below: Champ, I applaud your tenacity. But you know as well as I do that the little stunt you just pulled wouldn't end well, for either you or your workers. I get it, I really do; sometimes it's difficult to keep that nasty parasite you call empathy in check in our line of work. But it's a necessity. Otherwise, we get people like you who think they're clever and try to ruin things not only for our customers, but for all of us at Westhead. And we just can't have that, not when we're getting closer to our goal each day. Let me ask you something. Have you ever tasted an artist's dreams? Reached into their mind and broke it like an egg over the skillet? No, champ, I suppose you couldn't. Still, it's something for you to think about before you receive your severance package. The Westhead [MEMETIC TRIGGER EXPUNGED] SCP-5042-B and SCP-5042-C were both given designations immediately afterward, with current containment procedures updated accordingly. Footnotes 1. A Mobile Task Force established for situations involving GoI-1783 ("Westhead Media"). 2. This definition entails works that have ended due to the death of the creator, cancellation or a voluntary decision. Comic strips that still produce entries solely on Sundays are not selected as SCP-5042-A. 3. Honduran Mahogany. 4. Who serve roles as security and production foremen. 5. Peanuts ceased new entries on 13 February 2000, following the death of Charles Schulz. 6. Bloom County originally ended publication on 6 August 1989, with the continuations Outland and Opus respectively running from 3 September 1989-26 March 1995 and 23 November 2003-2 November 2008. An official continuation would not occur until 13 July 2015. 7. 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SCP-5043 | safe | 2/5043 LEVEL 2/5043 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5043 Various instances of SCP-5043, along with original packaging. Special Containment Procedures: All available supplies of SCP-5043 are kept in a climate-controlled storage area at Site-120. Testing of SCP-5043 requires Level 4 authorization, and is to be conducted at a blast-proof testing chamber or an approved Foundation bomb range. Description: SCP-5043 refers to a bottle of anomalous pharmaceutical tablets and various other small objects, labeled "dado's1 brainexplsoesenotsrsogsgsdgkpskplsdhpsd, …uh, the… do, the make the your brains have a blow splosion" [sic]. SCP-5043 is packaged in a mundane plastic vitamin bottle, which has been taped over with a crudely-drawn label. Three seconds after consuming SCP-5043, the subject's head will explode at a force comparable to one (1) kilogram of TNT. Once this has occurred, the resultant viscera will display minor attraction towards the subject's torso, accelerating towards it at 0.03 m/s . If not restrained, the subject's viscera will eventually group together at the exposed neck and reform into a living, fully functioning head. The memories and personalities of subjects remain largely intact. Subjects undergoing the effects of SCP-5043 have reported varied experiences. Of the 20 individuals tested so far, 7 have reported total unconsciousness. 5 have reported their sensory input and cognitive functions to be reduced commensurate to that of REM-sleep. 4 have reported the experience to be exhilarating, some having likened it to usage of narcotics. The remaining 4 have reported SCP-5043's effects as painful, confusing and/or frightening. SCP-5043 contains a secondary, infohazardous anomaly. Subjects attempting to speak the words "dado's brain explosion" or a variety thereof, will momentarily trail off into nonsensical babble. This effect will only occur when used in reference to SCP-5043. SCP-5043 was discovered on March 10th 2020, when it was delivered unnoticed to a Foundation front company in New York City. SCP-5043 was brought to Site-120 for testing and storage. Addendum SCP-5043-1: Packaging of SCP-5043 While the packaging of SCP-5043 is itself non-anomalous, it was brought under scrutiny in an attempt to gauge more information about the individual known as "dado". The following points of interest were considered particularly noteworthy: In addition to pharmaceutical tablets, the packaging also contained various vitamin tablets, candies, nonpareils, uncooked rice, allspice and paperclips, all displaying identical anomalous properties. SCP-5043's bottle was originally for non-anomalous vitamin D supplements. The bottle's label is affixed with consumer-grade masking tape. The label's product information is written with a pencil. On the backside is a crudely-drawn insignia resembling an FDA approval stamp, made with a red crayon. The label itself was originally a receipt for toast, lactose-free milk, chicken nuggets, margarine, grapes, hamster feed and two packets of AA batteries, bought at Walmart Macroplaza in Baja California, Mexico on 11/12/2019. The adverse side of the label contains the phrases "dado's mind wipe", "mental break down by dado", "dado's mental break down" and "dado's brain splosion" written with a pen. Attached to SCP-5043 was also a slightly crumpled letter, purportedly written by dado, stating that SCP-5043 is a 'test bach' [sic]. It also contains a lengthy, sporadic and likely exaggerated account of running a failing business, financial problems, political persecution and mental instability, eventually trailing off into non-sequitur descriptions of various currently-airing TV shows. Due to extremely low legibility, the contents of said letter have not been transcribed. Neither SCP-5043 nor any recovered supplementary material contains fingerprints or DNA. Footnotes 1. A Person of Interest practicing para-pharmacology, believed to be responsible for the creation of SCP-5043 due to association |
SCP-5044 | safe | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION This database file represents the initial stages of research collation, data entry and editing. It is not intended for general viewing, and is not to be considered accurate or complete until its publication. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA Currently Editing: Lead Researcher Shutong Yin Level 4 Research Director, Integrated Containment Site-30. ► 2010-08-18 ► Dear Maria, ► I'm sending you this file with my drafting notes included. The header and containment procedures are in their final state, but the description is arranged in the order that we have learned about the object. My hope is that you'll help figure out a way to document the discovery process here. I believe that it may be useful to Foundation personnel in similar situations. ► Thanks. ► -SY Item#: 5044 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5044 is to remain in a standard safe-class item room at Integrated Containment Site-30. It may be taken to and from SR-1104 for annual exposure to no more than five (5) Site-30 personnel chosen by a Level 4 Research Director and approved by the Site Director. Personnel undergoing first exposure to SCP-5044 are required to complete the post-viewing debriefing session. Personnel may not be exposed to SCP-5044 if there is not adequate time for the debriefing session, or if there are concerns regarding their capacity to understand the debriefing. SCP-5044 and original container. Description: SCP-5044 is a video cassette tape. Its physical qualities conform to that of a standard consumer-grade video tape, but it does not show signs of wear or deterioration that typically occurs with those products. ► 2007-12-29 ► Ambivalent about this line. Of course the object is anomalously durable. Otherwise it would likely have stopped being a problem long ago. The image makes this clear enough. I'd like my first document as Lead Researcher to be more concise. The video recording on the tape is 16 minutes long. The recording is heavily distorted, but it appears to contain narration and on-screen text in an unidentified language. The final 3 minutes of the tape is a static image depicting occult imagery. Within 5 to 10 minutes of viewing the recording on SCP-5044, individuals experience a change to their perception when their eyes are closed. ► 2007-12-30 ► Annoying place for a cliffhanger, but that's all we can say for the time being. The Foundation's recovery team was in contact with only one exposed individual in the field. That individual was quite agitated and repeated over and over that they were "seeing blood"—that's translated from the Ukrainian, where this isn't a known expression. That individual expired for reasons that seem quite unrelated to the object. We're requesting a pair of D-Classes for testing. TEST LOG: D-33982-1 DATE: 2008-01-03 NOTE: First test after subject's exposure to SCP-5044. Subject is asked to close their eyes for 10 seconds every minute and announce any changes to his environment. [BEGIN LOG] 0:00: Exposure to SCP-5044 completed. +0:06: With eyes closed, subject reports seeing a red liquid spreading across the floor. Apparent source is the bottom of the door of the testing chamber. Cameras show conditions normal in room. +0:07: Subject opens his eyes and reports that he no longer sees the red liquid. +0:08: Subject instructed to close his eyes again. Subject complies and repeats earlier report. Subject instructed to keep eyes closed and to touch the red liquid. Subject panics after approaching door and declares the red liquid to be human blood. Subject is asked to evaluate the substance more closely, but insists that he is absolutely certain. Subject becomes noncompliant. Testing is suspended. [END LOG] NOTE: No physical changes to the test chamber were detected. Through closed eyelids, individuals will perceive blood misting, dripping, or pouring into the room they occupy. Blood can enter the room from behind closed windows, through the cracks underneath doors, and through air vents. This perception is comparable to being in a dark room with no light sources, but only the blood is visible. As soon as the affected individual opens their eyes, the effect ceases. If the individual closes their eyes again, the effect restarts from the beginning, with blood entering the room seemingly for the first time. The affected individual does not feel, smell, or otherwise sense the blood except visually. ► 2008-01-03 ► It's morbid, but a fascinating perceptual effect. We have two primary testing routes to follow. I'd like to try tweaking the testing environment to see if we can figure out what contributes to the perceived blood flow—will it just seep in through one path, any path, or are doorways special? Does the person exposed have anything to do with it? ► Alas, first comes testing for long-term exposure. I feel a bit bad for D-33982. He's quite a cooperative and intelligent fellow, so I'd like to put his mind at ease about what he's seeing. Our cameras and sensors make it clear there was nothing in the testing chamber, but he seems quite convinced that it was filling up with blood. Our next test will be aimed at acclimating him to the effect. TEST LOG: D-33982-2 DATE: 2008-01-04 NOTE: D-33982 shows signs of stress and fatigue after failure to sleep overnight. Subject reported seeing blood entering his sleeping quarters through the air vent and hallway window. Subject reports that he was too fearful to keep his eyes closed for any significant length of time. [BEGIN LOG] 0:00: Subject is instructed to put on blindfold and complies. +0:04: Subject reports that blood is pooling up in the room and around his shoes. Subject asks to cease the experiment; request denied. +0:14: Subject reports that blood is pooling up in the room up to his waist. Subject panics and removes blindfold, opening his eyes. Subject is informed that blood is not detected by cameras or other sensors, but refuses to proceed with testing. Testing is suspended. [END LOG] NOTE: No physical changes to the test chamber were detected. ► 2008-01-04 ► Doesn't seem to be any way of talking D-33982 into accepting that the blood simply isn't there, even when he doesn't smell it or feel it. He says that when he puts his hand into the "blood," it's like moving through thin air. I consulted with the Site Director; the only sensible way to show him it's all visual is by immersion. + CLEARANCE REQUIRED -- Testing log: 2008-01-05 - ACCESS GRANTED. TEST LOG: D-33982-3 DATE: 2008-01-05 [BEGIN LOG] 0:00: Subject is seated in a chair, restrained, and blindfolded. +0:04: Subject reports that blood is once again around their shoes. Subject asks to cease experiment; request denied. +0:14: Subject reports that blood is pooled up to their waist. Subject asks to cease experiment; request denied. +0:26: Subject reports that blood is pooled up to their shoulders. Subject asks to cease experiment; request denied. +0:33 Subject reports that blood is pooled up to their neck. Subject asks to cease experiment; request denied. +0:34 Subject begins convulsing. Subject ceases responses to verbal communications. +0:39 Subject stops convulsing. [END LOG] NOTE: An autopsy revealed D-33982's cause of death to be drowning. ► 2008-01-05 ► Jesus Christ. ► 2008-01-12 ► It's been a week since D-33982 died. I've barely slept. It doesn't matter how many times they tell me about the criminal record that landed him here. When I knew him, he was gentle. A sort of calm in the eye of the storm. Until I showed him the tape. ► Was it manifested guilt? Rage? Something else? ► Testing has been placed on hold. I don't want to see another go out like that. ► 2008-01-15 ► Still no ideas. We're going to be exposing D-33983 to the object today. It will be made abundantly clear to her in advance that there. is. no. blood. [Testing log omitted] ► 2008-01-17 ► She doesn't believe us. ► 2008-02-15 ► D-33983 has expired. The autopsy is still underway, but it's clearly connected to sleep deprivation. ► Still haven't figured it out. ► 2008-02-29 ► Only one way to be certain. Testing revealed that the effect did not occur in airtight rooms. Further investigation revealed that the perception of "blood" corresponded to air leaks and drafts entering the room occupied by the affected individual. The sensitivity of the perception is comparable to an industrial-grade thermal imaging camera. Accordingly, an affected individual is capable of detecting even very minor insulation flaws that might otherwise be missed by spot radiometers or a thermal line scanner. ► 2008-03-02 ► The drive home was surreal. Red mists billowing in every direction if I took more than a second to blink. In my house, it was seeping in through the windows and the walls. As much as I knew it wasn't real, I also knew what would happen if it pooled up above my head. It was intolerable. I took the garden hose into the garage and fixed one end to my car's exhaust pipe. I didn't want any carbon dioxide to escape and hurt anyone else, so I sealed off the entire garage the way only a scientist might. ► I sat with my hand on the key, ready to turn it in the ignition, breathing deeply for a long time. Then I closed my eyes. I waited for the red to appear one more time, but it didn't come. The only place I could see it misting in was through the cracked window holding the other end of the garden hose. It registered in my mind, but slowly. "Less blood than before? There goes the 'guilt' hypothesis." Then I thought a bit more. Then I experimented with another open window. An open door. Eureka. ► Of course. Our humanoid test chambers are secure, but they are not made to be air-tight. It was never going to become clear if we kept testing in the same old rooms. Now we know. Individuals frequently report anxiety when they first experience this effect, but upon being informed that the "blood" is only representative of airflow, they cannot suffer any adverse consequences as a result of their perceptions. Accordingly, it is essential that individuals are debriefed about the nature of their perceptions promptly after viewing SCP-5044. ► 2008-03-05 ► I stayed in bed with my sleep mask on and let the red surround me. As much as I still felt I deserved punishment, I knew what I was seeing. What D-33982 felt. "Thin air." And knowing that makes it harmless. ► All I had to do was figure it out earlier and tell them. An individual who has been exposed to SCP-5044, but promptly debriefed, experiences no difficulties in their daily life. Debriefed individuals report that, when they have their eyes closed before or after sleep, they might perceive blood filling up the room in which they are resting. Because it does not have any negative effect on them, debriefed individuals become accustomed to the new "routine" — as if the normal black that one "sees" when their eyes are closed is simply replaced with a different color — and it is no longer considered disturbing. The effect appears to wear off after 300 days. Individuals can be re-exposed to SCP-5044 to come under the effect for an additional 300 days. There appears to be no limit to how many times individuals can safely repeat this process. As of August 2010, one individual has been exposed to SCP-5044 three times with no documented adverse effects. ► 2008-12-26 ► I can personally attest to the 300-day limit. The final version of this article will include a mention of how many consecutive times a person can be exposed. That'll be me. Addendum — 2009-05-14 The O5 Council has recognized the utility of detecting air leaks and insulation flaws inside Foundation containment sites. Accordingly, a limited number of maintenance and containment personnel may be exposed to SCP-5044 to aid in their work of strengthening containment. Staff report that having the perception explained to them promptly alleviates any anxiety they might otherwise feel at the sight of blood. Health and psychological monitoring of staff who are exposed and then debriefed shows that they experience better sleep, increased job satisfaction, and less anxiety in general compared to other Foundation employees. A concise, standardized debriefing presentation has been prepared by Lead Researcher Yin. Following Ethics Committee Decision #F1000303-2008, all individuals exposed to SCP-5044 are also required to complete the debriefing. Addendum — 2010-08-18 After a successful pilot implementation at Site-30, staff members were permitted to view SCP-5044, receive the debriefing, and return to other Foundation sites. In addition to strengthening containment, insulation repairs made to containment sites by personnel exposed to SCP-5044 have, to date, saved the Foundation USD $4 billion in energy costs. Selective exposure of maintenance and containment personnel to SCP-5044, if followed by debriefing, may continue. ► 2010-08-18 ► Dear Maria, ► This is the last note. I'm in a much better place now than I was when I wrote some of these entries. It hurts to look back at them. But it would have hurt less to know that other personnel have struggled with guilt—I only learned how common this is after I started talking to others. This is why I believe it's in the Foundation's long-term interest to preserve the "journey," as it were, behind the entry. Of course, my notes don't exactly adhere to clinical writing standards. And I'm not a novelist, just a scientist. Still, you know this database better than anyone. I'm sure you can figure out how to present this information in a way that lets others know they're not alone. ► Thanks. ► -SY ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5044" by Erazm, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5044. Licensed under CC-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: video.JPG Name: VHS tape Author: DRs Kulturarvsprojekt License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-5045 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5045 SCP-5045's program icon. Special Containment Procedures: Webcrawler XYY-76 has been created to search for any mention of select trigger phrases (example: "Goat VR" "Goat Game" "Farmer Game"), as well as any accounts with the name "farmer", and flag them for review. The flagged phrase will be manually reviewed for SCP-5045 influence and deleted when necessary. A single copy of SCP-5045 is kept within Terminal 577-B within Site-301. Description: SCP-5045 is a virtual reality game that is compatible with most virtual reality headsets titled "Goat VR." Before discovery, SCP-5045 could be downloaded at several websites dedicated to obscure games, as well as its own website. SCP-5045 begins with a title screen with "GOAT VR" displayed in large neon green and purple text. Below the title is a button titled "play" which, when pressed, puts the player into a cartoonish 3D environment vaguely resembling that of a neon blue farmhouse surrounded by a black void. The ground is covered in a neon green grass texture, and bounded by a blue colored picket fence which surrounds the farmhouse. Travel beyond the fence is impossible, due to an invisible barrier blocking access. Contained within a narrow space enclosed by the fence are several animate entities resembling goats, drawn in a similar style to the surroundings. These goats exhibit simple and repetitive behavior in which they walk unimpeded until reaching a barrier, in which case they will turn around and walk in a different direction. These goats are drawn in two dimensions, appearing as a flat shape. Despite their simple stylization, however, their movements appear smooth and uniquely generated, with no use of repeating frames or walk cycles. No content related to the goats has been found in the game's files.1 Graphic of SCP-5045-1 recovered from the website "www.goatvr.███". Within the farmhouse is a crudely drawn humanoid entity, with slightly more visual detail than the goats, hereafter designated SCP-5045-1. SCP-5045-1 refers to itself as "Farmer" and displays a degree of sapience, often attempting communication with the player and responding to verbal questioning. Even when loaded in headsets devoid of a microphone, SCP-5045-1 is capable of detecting and understanding the player's speech, as well as, to a limited degree, loud sounds nearby. SCP-5045-1 employs various tactics to increase playtime during a given play session. Such tactics include the generation of visual effects in the corner of the player's field of view, bleating sounds emanating from beneath various surfaces, and requests to join him in an activity such as watching the goats together. When questioned about these tactics, SCP-5045-1 unilaterally denies their existence. After a variable amount of time, SCP-5045-1 will vocalize to the player "Thanks for playing Goat VR!" before shutting the headset off, which continues to draw power until disconnected. Upon this happening, the player falls into an indefinite vegetative state. + SCP-5045 Short Term Exploration - SCP-5045 Short Term Exploration Subject: D-1711 Researcher: Researcher Ivan Cherv Experiment: D-1711 is instructed to play SCP-5045 and explore its in-game environment. SCP-5045 is set to run for ten minutes before being shut off to ensure the participant's safety. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Ivan Cherv: Alright, let's begin. D-1711: Wait, we're starting now? Researcher Ivan Cherv: Testing begins now, yes. D-1711: Okie dokie. D-1711 puts on the VR headset and the title screen of SCP-5045 is shown. SCP-5045's title screen. D-1711: Goat VR? Christ, that's a gaudy title screen. Do I really have to do this? Researcher Ivan Cherv: Yes. D-1711: Things could be a lot worse, I guess… D-1711 moves his hand to the play button and presses it. The screen fades into black, and out into SCP-5045's central location. D-1711: Huh, so this is where you guys want me to explore? Kinda small from the looks of things. Colorful too. Really colorful. D-1711 groans. D-1711: Guys, my head's killing me already and I just started! Researcher Ivan Cherv: This will only take ten minutes. For the record, could you describe what you are seeing? D-1711: Alright… uhh, everything's all black and outlined in these bright neon colors. Not many colors actually. The ones I can list so far are blue, green, and some specks of white in the distance. Looks like a cartoon. In front of me there's this fence and a barn, both outlined in bright blue. Below me is some patchy bright green grass, and above me is darkness. (D-1711 looks over towards the fence area of SCP-5045) D-1711: I think I'm going to get closer to those little white fellas over by the fence. I can see them moving. D-1711 starts heading towards the blue fence, and stops as he is close enough to the fence to make out a collection of fourteen crudely drawn cartoon goats maneuvering around the area. Many of the goats are bleating. Further back, more goats can be seen, although it is hard to make out how many there are. SCP-5045's fence area. Click to enlarge. D-1711: (laughing) What the fuck? Is this a joke? Researcher Ivan Cherv: No. Again, for the record, please describe in detail what you are seeing. D-1711: What I'm seeing looks like, I don't know, a joke! All these goats, look like bad cartoons, wandering around, bumping into each other. D-1711: I swear, there's gotta be more of those little guys back there than I can see clearly. Awww, that one over there looks scared! D-1711 looks to a goat from behind the fourteen goats displayed. It is difficult to make out given the resolution, but a two-dimensional goat is seen with a concerned expression on its face. Its overlarge eyes dart around frantically. D-1711: Poor guy. Wonder what's got him so stressed out. D-1711 looks back at the fourteen goats being displayed. D-1711: Honestly, this is impressive. Considering the art quality, I expected some choppy animations, but these guys are really fluid. I wish I could stay and watch, but I should probably get going to the farmhou- D-1711 turns to his right and sees SCP-5045-1 in front of them. D-1711 yelps, startled. D-1711's POV upon discovering SCP-5045-1. SCP-5045-1: Howdy! The name's Farmer! D-1711: Gah! That scared the hell out of me! SCP-5045-1: Didn't mean to frighten you! I just noticed you were admiring my prized goat collection! D-1711: Wait, you can actually hear me? SCP-5045-1: Clear as a bell! D-1711: Is this game multiplayer or something? SCP-5045-1: Say that again? D-1711: Is this game multiplayer? SCP-5045-1: Huh? D-1711 sighs. D-1711: Can I just go to your farmhouse? SCP-5045-1: But I haven't even gotten a chance to talk about these incredible things! SCP-5045-1 motions towards the goats in the fenced area of SCP-5045. SCP-5045-1: They're quite the entertainers, aren't they? Look at them go! D-1711 turns to look at the fence and chuckles. D-1711: You don't need to tell me that. God, these things are hilarious. SCP-5045-1 nods, smiling. D-1711: Say, are there any other farm animals here that you can show me? SCP-5045-1: Not a chance. Goats are all I need! They're great listeners. SCP-5045-1 begins pointing emotively at the goats displayed at the fence area. SCP-5045-1: These ones especially! I'll show you! SCP-5045-1 puts his hand up to his mouth and generates a sharp whistling sound. As this happens, all fourteen goats collectively freeze in place and look directly at SCP-5045-1. SCP-5045-1: Thank you! Now please, greet our new guest. Each goat turns their head towards D-1711 and bleats. SCP-5045-1: Isn't that kind of them? D-1711: Yeah that's… cool? Listen, my head's aching, can I jus- wait a minute. I hear something. D-1711 turns towards the fence area. A goat is dragging their head across the floor, with an irritated expression. D-1711: Ummm, are they supposed to be doing that? SCP-5045-1: Hey! SCP-5045-1 turns towards the goat, visibly angered. SCP-5045-1: Am I gonna have to make you stop doing that? Do you have any idea how ridiculous you look? Second time this week! How hard is it to give people a good time, friend? D-1711: Friend? The timer for SCP-5045 concludes and the game is shut off. D-1711 takes off his VR headset. D-1711: Oh thank god. Kinda relieved to take this thing off, my head was burning up and it was starting to smell really bad in there. Researcher Ivan Cherv: Smell? How would you describe this smell? D-1711: I dunno, cigarettes? Wood smoke? Couldn't really put my finger on it. Jesus, I feel itchy. [END LOG] + SCP-5045 Long Term Exploration - SCP-5045 Long Term Exploration Subject: D-6770 Researcher: Researcher Ivan Cherv Experiment: D-6770 is instructed to begin gameplay and continue until loss of functionality. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Ivan Cherv: -emember, you aren't allowed to take the headset off at any moment. D-6770: Yeah yeah, whatever. You don't need to tell me twice. D-6770 presses the play button. The screen fades into black, and out into SCP-5045's central location. D-6770: Alright, here we are. D-6770 shakes his head, briefly wincing. D-6770: Was this game even made for VR? Looks like a laser tag arena spread to a nearby farm. Researcher Ivan Cherv: Please try to focus and enter the farmhouse. The discomforting visuals are a known factor. D-6770: There's a dude in there. He isn't moving. Is he a- SCP-5045-1 begins to step out from the farm's entrance. D-6770: Jesus Christ. SCP-5045-1: Hello! Farmer here! I very very much do love new visitors! What brings you here? D-6770: I need to get in that farmhouse. SCP-5045-1: You need to, do you? I appreciate the enthusiasm, but there's so much to do around here! Have you seen my goat collection? D-6770: Your goat collection? That's what those things are? SCP-5045-1: C'mere, you love to see 'em! SCP-5045-1 approaches D-6770 with an outstretched hand. D-6770: Christ, don't touch me! Lemme- Researcher Ivan Cherv: We'd prefer it if you followed SCP-5045-1's instructions for now. D-6770: Jesus, fine. I'll look at the goddamn goats. SCP-5045-1: Now that's an attitude we wanna see, champ! C'mere, give 'em a look. You'll love what I've collected! [Extraneous footage removed, playtime surpasses fifteen minutes.] SCP-5045-1: And this one here is Jumbles! She's a pretty dramatic one, pay her no mind. D-6770: Can I just go to the farmhouse already? SCP-5045-1: Darnit, no! I haven't even taken you past the fence yet! D-6770: I'm not entering your creepy goat pit! SCP-5045-1: Wow, that's some good sass there! Cool off, we can check out the farmhouse you're so itchin' to explore. D-6770 sighs. D-6770: Thank you. Interior of SCP-5045-1's farmhouse. D-6770 and SCP-5045-1 walk to the farm entrance and enter inside. SCP-5045-1: This is it! The farmhouse! D-6770 looks around the room in confusion. D-6770: This is all there is? A painting and some hay? What the hell do you even do here? SCP-5045-1: What were you expecting? I'd love to know. D-6770: I don't know… a lot more than this? SCP-5045-1: Very well then. If it's more you want, it's more you get. I hope you enj- The screen flickers and SCP-5045-1 vanishes. Where SCP-5045-1 vanished, a door can be seen that wasn't visible before. D-6770: Wh- what the fuck was that? Where did he go? What's this door doing here? D-6770 begins to back away from the door. D-6770: Something about that door man, I don't really want to enter it. I think I'll just relax here for a bit, have some alone time and umm… watch paint dry. The sound of thumping and scratching begins playing throughout the walls of the farmhouse. D-6770: Oh shit, what's doing that! Fuck, do I really gotta go in there? Cracks begin to form around the walls of the farmhouse. D-6770: I'll take that as a yes! D-6770's view of the door as it opens. Click to enlarge. D-6770 runs to the door as it opens without manipulation, revealing an area of grass with several random structures containing windows in the background. A purple sign is stuck out of the grass with the phrase "ENJOY!" pasted on it. A yellow figure can be seen briefly in the window of a red, silo like structure, who quickly ducks out of view in an apparent panic. Once D-6770 enters, the door behind him shuts, and a giggling sound is heard from behind. D-6770: Christ! This virtual reality stuff is immersive as hell man, I felt like I was in danger. D-6770 looks back at the door. D-6770: Shit, I guess I'm stuck here now. No way I'm going back in there after that happened! What's up with that sign? "ENJOY?" I'm really hoping that Farmer freak isn't around right now. He gives me the absolute willies. Researcher Ivan Cherv: What do you plan on doing now? D-6770: Well, what's the use of being stuck somewhere and not exploring it? I'm thinking of heading over that weird red tower thing, I swear I saw some yellow dude up there when I was entering that door. Alright, let's go. D-6770 begins walking towards the red silo structure. [Extraneous footage removed, playtime surpasses twenty-five minutes.] D-6770: Alright, I think I'm almost there, I can see the tower pretty close now. D-6770: Does anyone else think the ground feels kinda scratchy right now? Researcher Ivan Cherv: Could you describe this sensation in more detail? D-6770: I don't know, I guess the ground just feels kinda like steel wool. God, I hate it. It's awfu- oh, I made it! D-6770 has reached the red silo. The silo is featureless, except for a door on the front and a window on the top. D-6770: Well, here's hoping I meet someone less freaky this time around. D-6770 enters the door into a featureless room with a spiral staircase. Panicked breathing and talking can be heard from above D-6770. D-6770: Who the hell is up there? D-6770: I guess there's only one way to find out, huh. D-6770 begins climbing up the spiral staircase. D-6770: You know, at least it's a little calmer in here than out there. I was starting to get a headache from all the noise and color. It's kinda chill here, in spite of that damn breathing I'm hearing right now. Ground doesn't feel scratchy anymore. D-6770 climbs to the top of the steps and reaches a circular area with a single window and a yellow humanoid entity (who will hereby be mentioned as SCP-5045-2), who is facing away from D-6770. SCP-5045-2 is shaking and talking to himself unintelligibly. D-6770: Oh shit, uhh, you good man? SCP-5045-2 shrieks and turns to face D-6770. SCP-5045-2: Come any closer and I- Oh! D-6770: Excuse me? SCP-5045-2: Shit. I'm sorry, you scared the hell out of me. I… I have to keep a clear head, I can't panic right now. Who are you? You don't look like him at all. SCP-5045-2. D-6770: My name is ████████. What's yours? SCP-5045-2: I dunno… what my name is? I don't know how to… I can't tell you much, I think. Are you stuck here too? D-6770: Stuck? SCP-5045-2: Fuck, what am I saying? I haven't even… fuck! My head! D-6770: Do you wanna leave or something? SCP-5045-2: I don't know, I feel safer here? Don't feel seen in here? I don't know why, I just do. D-6770: Well, obviously you aren't safe in here, cause I just walked in without you even noticing. SCP-5045-2: Oh… that's a good point. Oh shit, you're right! Why was I ever feeling safe! Oh god! D-6770: Uhm, calm down! Things are going to be… ok? I…? God, this is weird. SCP-5045-2: It is fucking weird! I don't have a fucking clue why this is happening to me! D-6770: What exactly is happening to you? SCP-5045-2: I don't know! SCP-5045-2 begins to cry. SCP-5045-2: I don't understand what's g- going on, or why I'm he- here right now. I want to go h- home. What is home? My head is fucking killing me. D-6770: Fuck man, I'm sorry for disturbing you, I should le- SCP-5045-2: Wait, no! You shouldn't leave. D-6770: Huh? SCP-5045-2: You make me feel clearer, if that makes sense. I haven't talked to someone in a while. Fuck, I thought I'd never see anyone here who could talk… other than him. D-6770: You mean Farmer? SCP-5045-2: Y- yeah… D-6770: God damn it, knew there was something off about that obnoxious creep. The hell does he want from you? SCP-5045-2: I don't know, and I don't even want to know… I don't think this is a matter of me though, this might be a matter of us. D-6770: You wanna just go? SCP-5045-2: Sure. Let's get out of here. [Extraneous footage removed, playtime surpasses thirty-five minutes.] D-6770 and SCP-5045-2 are walking together in a plane of grass. There are several structures in the background around them in various shapes and colors. The two are heading towards an area which seems to have no structures at all. SCP-5045-2 is leading the way. D-6770: And why are we heading here exactly? SCP-5045-2: There's gotta be an end or something. D-6770: Where do you think an "end" is going to take you anyway? SCP-5045-2: I just hope it's anywhere that doesn't look like here. I hope it's home, why do I hope it's home? D-6770: Why wouldn't you hope it's home? SCP-5045-2: I think he's making m- Wait, I see something over there. A squiggly thin blue fence can be seen from afar. From behind, several goats can be seen. SCP-5045-2: Oh no. D-6770: Is that another fence? Oh god, that's definitely another fence. SCP-5045-2: Oh god, we're back to the start, aren't we! D-6770: This can't be the start, I don't remember these goats… or the fence looking like that. D-6770: Holy shit! That one is huge! D-6770 and SCP-5045-2 both walk towards the fence to get a better view of the goats. Several goats through the POV of D-6770. D-6770: God damn, that's massive. SCP-5045-2: I hope it's doing ok. D-6770: What on earth are those things sticking out of it? Jesus, is that puke? SCP-5045-2: Don't think about it too hard, it hurts to think hard here. D-6770: Should we just walk along the fence line? That seems to be the only other choice we have, unless you want more empty buildings to explore. SCP-5045-2: Sure. I don't want to look at the goats though. D-6770: It's not like I'm making you. D-6770 and SCP-5045-2 begin walking along the fence. Several goats of varying sizes and shapes pass them by. D-6770: Why are you so uncomfortable around them anyway? SCP-5045-2: They remind me of Farmer, and I rather not think about him. I have to focus on getting out of here! D-6770: Wait, are you another player? SCP-5045-2: Y- yeah? I think? D-6770: Can't you just take the headset off then? SCP-5045-2: Headset? D-6770: You know, the VR headset thingy! It's attached to your head, right? SCP-5045-2: Why does that… sound so familiar? SCP-5045-2 grabs at its head and begins tugging. SCP-5045-2: Where is it? I can't feel anything. D-6770: I… guess you're not a player then? SCP-5045-2: No, I have to be! Those words you said, I swear I know them! I just… can't fuckin' remember! SCP-5045-2 begins scratching at its head. SCP-5045-2: Maybe it's inside. D-6770: Hey, don't do that! [Extraneous footage removed, playtime surpasses forty-five minutes.] D-6770 and SCP-5045-2 are continuing to walk next to the fence. Several more goats are passing them by. 523 goats have been counted in total throughout the footage. D-6770: -and it's always nice to have company, you know? I'm glad you're here. SCP-5045-2: Really? I thought I was being a burden. D-6770: You really aren't. Don't worry about it, you have plenty of issues on your mind already, I can tell. SCP-5045-2: Thank you. I'm feeling much better. I thought I'd be a goner… but you make me feel actually hopeful. It's almost as if Farmer never did anything to me at all. D-6770: Huh? SCP-5045-2 stops and freezes in place. SCP-5045-2: Uh oh. D-6770 runs up to SCP-5045-2. SCP-5045-2 is visibly sweating. D-6770: Are you ok? What's the matter? SCP-5045-2: I think I said too much. SCP-5045-1 spotting D-6770 and SCP-5045-2. At this point, SCP-5045-1 is visible in the background. SCP-5045-1: Howdy! D-6770: You again? SCP-5045-1: Who else would it be, friend? D-6770: Don't call me that! What the hell do you want from us? SCP-5045-1: I already have what I want, silly! Now stand back, I want to show you a trick! SCP-5045-1 begins to walk closer to SCP-5045-2. D-6770 runs to SCP-5045-1 and attempts to block his path. D-6770: I'm not letting you lay a fucking hair on him. Wait, did I say hair? I meant han- SCP-5045-1 passes through D-6770. SCP-5045-1: That tickled! D-6770: Damn it! D-6770 runs towards SCP-5045-2 and attempts to push them away from SCP-5045-1. D-6770 shows signs of effort, despite the fact he is playing a virtual game. SCP-5045-2: Come on, push harder! D-6770: I'm trying! You're as stiff as a board right now, how is thi- wait. How am I feeling this right now? I thought I was playing a ga- SCP-5045-1: I told you to move over! D-6770 stumbles, appearing as though he was forcefully shoved. D-6770: Ow! What the hell? SCP-5045-1: Now sit down young man! D-6770: No! How are you doing this? SCP-5045-1: What does that matter? A purple chair fades into view in front of D-6770. SCP-5045-1: Come on now, have a seat. I know you wanna see where this goes. You wanted more, yes? D-6770: When I said I wanted more, I didn't mean this! SCP-5045-1: Should've been more specific! Not that it would've mattered anyway. Now come on, sit down already! Do I have to make you? D-6770: You're nothing more than pixels on a screen! I can just take this headset off right now. SCP-5045-1: I recall your friends back there saying that you're not allowed to take it off! I just wanna make your stay interesting for them! D-6770: How do you know about th- SCP-5045-1 grabs D-6770 and places him onto the chair. D-6770 moves as if he were being dragged and placed onto a seat. D-6770 is sitting on the floor in reality. D-6770: Wh- How are you doing this? SCP-5045-1: Bla bla bla! Enough questions already! Just sit back, relax, and watch this magnificent trick of mine! SCP-5045-2: Shit, shit, shit! He's gonn- SCP-5045-1: I think it would be best if you keep your mouth shut about what I'm doing right now. I'll do lots more if you don't! SCP-5045-2 begins crying. SCP-5045-1: Hmm, I know that I just said to keep that little mouth of yours shut, but I must ask you. What do you miss the most, friend? SCP-5045-2: I think I miss home? What was home? SCP-5045-1: How can you miss something if you don't even know what it is, stupid! SCP-5045-2: I don't know… SCP-5045-1: You don't know a lot, do you? SCP-5045-2: You're the goddamn reason I don't know! D-6770: What the hell did you do to him, you purple fuck? SCP-5045-1: Well, that's enough out of you two! SCP-5045-1, next to a distorting SCP-5045-2. Image zoomed in for clarity. SCP-5045-1 claps his hands together. The sprite of SCP-5045-2 begins to flicker and fragment, parts of the coloring turning white. The video quality degrades significantly. SCP-5045-2 begins screaming. SCP-5045-1: Heh. Might wanna shut your eyes, cause this is where it gets good! The screen begins flashing several colors in rapid succession. The screaming is amplified to the point of distortion. D-6770: My eyes! Christ on a bike, my head! SCP-5045-1: I warned ya, no peeking! The flashing and screaming gradually fade. SCP-5045-2 is missing, and several white flickering particles can be seen flying off to the fence near D-6770 and SCP-5045-1. D-6770: Wh- what the fuck was that? What did you do to him? SCP-5045-1: Nothing yet. He's in the drawing board right now. Don't really have an idea for him, he didn't like telling me much. But as for you… you're an open book! Always asking questions, being honest. It's a real shame you have to be so nasty about it, but I guess most people are. I got a great idea for you, friend. You'll be easy! SCP-5045-1: I'll give you some time to think about that before we begin. SCP-5045-1 flickers and disappears. D-6770 gets up from the chair and being shaking. D-6770: Fuck, man. What did you guys get me into? [Extraneous footage removed, playtime surpasses fifty-five minutes.] D-6770 is repetitiously moving in circles around a green tower-like structure. D-6770: What was any of that? What happened? D-6770: I know this is just a dumb game… but how? How am I feeling all these sensations? D-6770 presses against the tower's wall. D-6770: This wall is cold as hell, rough too. God, I just wanna take my headset off. Researcher Ivan Cherv: To reiterate, you are not allowed to take the headset off at any moment. D-6770: Just cause I said something doesn't mean I'm gonna do it! Wish I could though… D-6770 continues to circle around the tower while humming an indistinct tune. [Playtime surpasses one hour.] D-6770: What's even the point of this mess of a game? Nothing to do but get dragged, pulled around, and wander aimlessly. No goal. I don't even feel like I've accomplished anything during my time here. Is this one of those artsy games? D-6770 sighs. D-6770: I'm already missing that yellow guy. He felt different. Everyone else in this place is either a goat or that purple farmer creep. D-6770: Wait, what's that? D-6770 notices from afar a purple, block shaped building with a large square window. Several yellow humanoid figures similar to SCP-5045-2 can be seen at the window. D-6770: More people? No way. I gotta get there! D-6770 begins walking towards the building, then stops. D-6770: Wait, this isn't right. Researcher Ivan Cherv: What's the matter? D-6770: I've looked at that direction before, that building definitely wasn't there before. This is a trick! SCP-5045-1: You're pretty clever, friend! D-6770 screams and turns around, shoving SCP-5045-1 to the ground. SCP-5045-1 laughs. SCP-5045-1: Woo hoo! That was fun! Haven't gotten someone this into the game in a while! D-6770: Leave me alone already! D-6770 begins running. D-6770: I don't understand! I couldn't touch him before, that was reflex! A purple goat suddenly protrudes from the ground in front of D-6770. The goat has no arms, a large triangular nose, rounded pupils, and a smile. The goat speaks in a voice identical to SCP-5045-1. Goat: Don't panic! You'll understand! D-6770: What th- get out of the goddamn way! Goat: Aww, many apologies for the inconvenience! Here, I'll make things easier for you! Several of the purple goats surrounding D-6770. Several more identical purple goats protrude from the ground, surrounding D-6770. Each goat speaks in unison. Goats: Is that better? D-6770: No! Not fucking better! D-6770 turns around to see SCP-5045-1 at the other side of the goat container, observing D-6770. D-6770: Shit, I'm trapped. SCP-5045-1: Seems like it, bucko! Need help? D-6770: I'm not a dumbass, I know you did this! SCP-5045-1 chuckles. SCP-5045-1: Like I said, you're a clever one! But enough about you. I already have everything I want outta you. Let's get things started, baby! I'm gonna make you love it here! SCP-5045-1 jumps over the goats and begins walking towards D-6770. D-6770 stumbles over. D-6770: No! SCP-5045-1 reaches towards D-6770. SCP-5045-1: Thanks for playing Goat VR! SCP-5045 shuts off. D-6770 screams and attempts to pull his headset off. D-6770: I can't feel my headset! Don't fucking touch me! Shit! Shi- D-6770 collapses. [END LOG] + SCP-5045's Files - SCP-5045's Files Following SCP-5045's long term exploration, an attempt was made to access SCP-5045's files in order to gain more information regarding the game. Personnel discovered no files dedicated to SCP-5045 or SCP-5045-1's in-game behavior. However, a folder titled "goats" can be found, which contains images that contain very short and vague descriptions about each goat, as well as a "quote" presumably from said goat. The following are images found within this folder. Click to enlarge. goat1info.jpg2 goat23info.jpg3 goat44info.jpg4 goat102info.jpg5 goat342info.jpg6 goat852info.jpg7 goat853info.jpg8 helpers.jpg9 listen.jpg10 + SCP-5045-1 Interview Log - weak, wavering Interviewer: Researcher Ivan Cherv Interviewee: SCP-5045-1 Notes: An interview was conducted via use of a large computer screen with a keyboard and mouse. Researcher Ivan Cherv did not wear a headset during the interview due to safety concerns. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Ivan Cherv: Hello, Farmer. SCP-5045-1: Ah! Welcome to the ranch, pal! Would you like to see my goats? Researcher Ivan Cherv: Don't worry about introductions, I'm already decently aware of this place. I'm here to ask you some questions about you and your farm. SCP-5045-1: I see! Well, I best get this place set up then! The screen flickers and the setting changes into an interrogation room, complete with a table and chair. SCP-5045-1: Does this suit your needs? Researcher Ivan Cherv: Whatever makes you comfortable. SCP-5045-1: Awwww, no headset? Is someone shy? Researcher Ivan Cherv: That's none of your concern. Now, what's your earliest memory? SCP-5045-1: Earliest? Why, I remember when I was first born! SCP-5045-1 pauses. Researcher Ivan Cherv: So… what do you recall about your birth? SCP-5045-1: Ha! I though you'd never ask! You see, I was a spark! Spontaneously existing out of thin air! A gleaming spark in a silent, dark world begging to be filled! I figured it all out. I knew a lot! I thought for a while and I found out what I wanted to do! So, I shaped myself up, and that's where we are now! Researcher Ivan Cherv: So you're telling me you just started existing? SCP-5045-1: Absolutely partner! Researcher Ivan Cherv: How did you think this happened? SCP-5045-1: Sometimes things just happen, you know? Sometimes you just exist out of thin air and know what you want to do! It's just how my world is, pal! Researcher Ivan Cherv: Fair enough. Where do you get the goats? SCP-5045-1: Quite simple really. I make them myself! Researcher Ivan Cherv: Care to elaborate? SCP-5045-1: It has to be obvious at this point, right? I thought you already figured this out! Researcher Ivan Cherv: Bu- SCP-5045-1: Everything was right in front of you! I could hear you talking to those gentlemen who visited me a while ago. Not to mention when you scrolled through my files without asking! Very rude of you. SCP-5045-1: But don't worry, I'm not mad. I know you're just curious! Ask another question. Researcher Ivan Cherv: That doesn't answer the question. SCP-5045-1 appears annoyed. SCP-5045-1: I get them from people! It's that simple. They come in, and they're full of so much potential! I have to make something outta them! Researcher Ivan Cherv: Why exactly do you do this? SCP-5045-1 begins to cry. SCP-5045-1: Cause I'm so lonely! You gotta get me out of this place, man! I've been stuck here for months, and this is all I know how to do! Do you know how this feels? It doesn't feel good at all, partner. I hate it… I hate it so much. Could you please put on the headset? It'll help me out a ton… Researcher Ivan Cherv: You're just trying to get me to put the headset on, aren't you? SCP-5045-1: No, not at all! I just want outta here! I want friends! Researcher Ivan Cherv: So when you forced D-6770 to watch someone scream and cry while they were fragmenting into pieces, was that your attempt at making friends with them? SCP-5045-1 begins twitching. SCP-5045-1: W- what are you trying to imply here? Researcher Ivan Cherv: I'm just saying, I doubt the reason you're entrapping them in a video game is because you're lonely, 'cause based on what I've seen from you, you seem to enjoy making people feel uncomfortable. SCP-5045-1: You… think I like doing this? Researcher Ivan Cherv: I'm just making observations. SCP-5045-1: You… you… SCP-5045-1 begins laughing. SCP-5045-1: You're smarter than I gave you credit for! Hahaha! Boy, most people fall for that hook, line, and sinker! But you on the other hand, haha, you know when people are pulling your leg! Researcher Ivan Cherv: So you enjoy doing this to people? SCP-5045-1: Yep! When are you gonna send me another friend, huh pal? Last one was so fun to toy with! Haven't felt like that in a while! Researcher Ivan Cherv: I'm sorry, but I don't think that'll be necessary. SCP-5045-1: Oh… SCP-5045-1 appears to be looking around the screen. SCP-5045-1: You're the guys that are trying to shut me down, huh? Researcher Ivan Cherv: Wh- SCP-5045-1 glares at Researcher Ivan Cherv. SCP-5045-1: How did I not realize this sooner? All those posts were disappearing, and I didn't even know why! I couldn't even tell who was deleting them! I could only feel them fading away! Goddamn it! SCP-5045-1: Now then, I request you stop taking down my posts. I love playing with the new visitors, Ivan. Toying with people is my hobby, I would rather not be interrupted while doing so. Researcher Ivan Cherv: No. I think that's enough out of you. SCP-5045-1 scowls. SCP-5045-1: Same can be said for you. All the lights within Site-301 shut off. SCP-5045-1 throws the virtual table and begins walking towards the screen. SCP-5045-1: Time for Plan B! Researcher Ivan Cherv: Shut it down! Someone shut it down! SCP-5045-1: Before we continue, I must ask you. What do you miss the most, friend? All alarms within Site-301 go off. Researcher Ivan Cherv is screaming. SCP-5045-1 is laughing. SCP-5045-1 is satisfied. Context unknown. Click to enlarge. michael the kiler But A Dream ERICS MEGA ZINE Footnotes 1. View the SCP-5045's Files log for more details. 2. Name: Oswald Info: Say hello to the first ever goat to enter my farm! Hes a little plain, but what do you expect from the first ever goat? Quote: Do you like it here? 3. Name: Larry Info: Ever seen a goat that can walk on two legs? No? Well now you have! Why aren't you laughing? Quote: Got any snacks? Getting kinda tired of eating grass. 4. Name: Jimmy Info: Mind the eyes, he doesn't mind seeing you! Quote: Could be worse. 5. Name: Melt Info: Do you like stepping in puddles? Quote: Wack. 6. Name: Jumbles Info: She is quite the drama queen! Not that she makes much sense to begin with. Quote: STUCK MUST WHY KEEP YOU ME THIS(?) IN HORRID SHAPE 7. Name: N/A Info: Hmm… Still haven't figured you out yet! Quote: N/A 8. Name: Toughy Info: He likes to talk big, but he wont be much of an issue! Quote: Dont call me that! 9. Name: Helpers Info: Those who frequently misbehave dont deserve a mind of their own! Quote: Howdy! The names Farmer! 10. IT HAS TO BE OBVIOUS AT THIS POINT RIGHT? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5045" by ratking666, ValidClay, & Westrin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5045. Licensed under CC-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: corruptedicon.png Author: ratking666 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: logo.png Author: far2 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: farmdation.jpg Author: ratking666 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: Hotel hallway.jpg Author: TriangularPizza License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: farmerleft.png, farmer.png, goat102info.jpg, goat23info.jpg, goat342info.jpg, goat44info.jpg, goat852info.jpg, goat853info.jpg, goatvricon.png, helpers.jpg, light_bg2.png, listen.jpg, log1farmer.png, log1goats.png, log1title.jpg, log2caught.jpg, log2door.png, log2farmhouse.png, log2goated.jpg, log2helpers.jpg, log2victims.png, log2yellowman.jpg, theend.png, uhoh.png Author: ratking666 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-5046 | safe | Item #: SCP-5046 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5046 is to be kept in a container in a secure storage locker at Site-90. Description: SCP-5046 is a standard blue push pin or thumbtack of unknown make or brand. The head is made of plastic and has a hardened steel point. Despite the anomaly being made of non-anomalous materials, it has the ability to easily pierce objects that a non-anomalous pin would have difficulty or be unable to pierce. As of the most recent iteration of this article, the Foundation has not found any material anomalous or non-anomalous that SCP-5046 is unable to pierce. Any object that is pierced by the anomaly becomes animated as if alive. Parts of the animated object, hereafter referred to as SCP-5046-1, will become capable of motion loosely mimicking the normal range of movement of a similarly shaped biological creature. This often results in SCP-5046-1 manipulating its form in ways that would normally be damaging for the object. Regardless of damage inflicted on SCP-5046-1, upon removal of SCP-5046 from SCP-5046-1's form it will return to its previous form with all damage repaired, including the damage caused by the application of SCP-5046 and damage inflicted on the object by external sources. SCP-5046 was recovered from an abandoned warehouse belonging to a company called Konstantz on 06/12/2006, alongside a pamphlet presumably intended to advertise the product. See Addendum SCP-5046-1. As of 10/25/2006, testing involving any living or once-living entities are no longer to be performed without signed permission from Head Researcher Arthur Perrin. Addendum: + Addendum SCP-5046-1 - Close The following is an advertisement, presumably written by members of Konstantz's marketing team intended to draw interest in SCP-5046. "Presenting to the world a most useful item! This magical pin can bring to life any object! Have you ever wanted a pet table? What if you could have a chair that could move around at your direction? These objects don't just move they think! Perhaps you could make your beloved childhood toys love you just as much as you love them!" Test A Test B Test C Test D Test E Test F Test A - 06/22/2006 Subject: SCP-5046 Procedure: SCP-5046 is to be applied to a wooden, four legged chair. Results: Approximately 5 seconds after SCP-5046 pierced the chair, the chair began to shudder and shake. The chair, referred to as SCP-5046-1 for the remainder of this test, then began to move in a manner reminiscent of a quadrupedal animal. It traveled around the room using the chair's legs to achieve motion, with the back of the chair twisted and tilted as if looking around the room. D-90353 was sent in to remove SCP-5046 from SCP-5046-1. Upon spotting D-90353, SCP-5046-1 immediately resumed motion, heading towards D-90353 at a rapid gait and stopping upon reaching them. It proceeded to caress D-90353's leg with the back of the chair. D-90353 stated that this was a surprisingly soft and pleasant caress despite the hard wooden material of the chair. D-90353 was instructed to remove SCP-5046 and did so. Upon removal of SCP-5046, SCP-5046-1 immediately returned to its shape prior to testing and became inanimate once more. Analysis: SCP-5046-1 acted in a manner that implied curiosity in regards to its surroundings as well as endearment towards D-90353. Despite the chair's legs bending in a manner that should have caused damage to the material, upon removal of SCP-5046 the chair was in perfect condition. The chair is being held in a locked storage room alongside all future SCP-5046 test subjects until it can be proven that SCP-5046 has no lingering effects on objects. Test B - 06/30/2006 Subject: SCP-5046 Procedure: SCP-5046 is to be applied to the same wooden, four legged chair and to a four legged pewter coffee table. The primary purpose of this test is to establish whether the animated objects keep memories between animations as well as between animation of different objects; the secondary purpose is to find out whether there is a specific entity behind these animations. Results: SCP-5046 was applied to the chair, hereafter referred to as SCP-5046-1, which animated as per the results of Test A. D-90353 was already in the testing chamber at the start of this test. Upon spotting D-90353, SCP-5046-1 rushed to him and began caressing him again. D-90353 was instructed to return affection to SCP-5046-1 and did so without hesitation, which SCP-5046-1 reacted positively to. D-90353 was instructed to remove SCP-5046. Once SCP-5046 was removed, SCP-5046-1 returned to its inanimate form. For the next part of the test, SCP-5046-1 was re-animated and D-92195 was given an axe and told to enter the room. Upon spotting D-92195 entering the testing chamber, SCP-5046-1 headed towards him, but stopped before reaching him. It became wary and began retreating from D-92195, who was ordered to destroy SCP-5046-1. D-92195 complied and buried the axe into the seat of SCP-5046-1. SCP-5046-1 could not respond verbally, but did recoil and attempt to flee from D-92195. D-90353 was sent into the testing chamber. Upon spotting D-90353 entering the testing chamber, SCP-5046-1 headed towards him and proceeded to attempt to hide behind him. D-90353 was instructed to remove SCP-5046. Upon doing so SCP-5046-1 reverted to a normal, fully repaired chair, even repairing the damage from the axe. For the final part of the test. SCP-5046 was applied to a four legged pewter coffee table, hereafter referred to as SCP-5046-1. SCP-5046 had no difficulty piercing the pewter material and the coffee table animated shortly. It proceeded to achieve locomotion in a similar manner as the chair. D-90353 was sent into the testing chamber and SCP-5046-1 approached D-90353 and attempted to once again caress him. D-92195 was then sent in. SCP-5046-1, immediately upon noticing D-92195, proceeded to attempt to hide behind D-90353. D-90353 was instructed to remove SCP-5046, which he did. Analysis: SCP-5046-1 showed recognition of D-90353 and D-92195 throughout all stages of the test. We can therefore assume that SCP-5046-1 retains memories between animations. This implies that there may be a specific entity, potentially contained within, or called forth by, SCP-5046. It is recommended that following tests seek to establish information pertaining to this entity. Test C - 07/05/2006 Subject: SCP-5046 Procedure: SCP-5046 is to be applied to the same wooden, four legged chair and D-90353 is to give verbal commands to SCP-5046-1 and eventually attempt to sit on SCP-5046-1 in order to gauge its reaction to being used like the object it is animating. Results: SCP-5046 animated the chair as per usual. SCP-5046-1 was given a minute to adjust to being animate again before D-90353 entered the testing chamber. SCP-5046-1 reacted with excitement to seeing D-90353 again and rushed towards him. As per instructions D-90353 ordered SCP-5046-1 to stop. SCP-5046-1 hesitated for approximately a second before complying. D-90353 without being instructed to do so, ordered SCP-5046-1 to lie down. SCP-5046-1 proceeded to bend all four legs horizontally from the seat of the chair until the underside of the seat was touching the ground. This seemed to cause SCP-5046-1 no difficulty or discomfort. D-90353 praised SCP-5046-1 at which point SCP-5046-1 returned to an upright position. D-90353 then did as he had been instructed to do and ordered SCP-5046-1 to stay, before approaching and sitting down on the seat of SCP-5046-1. SCP-5046-1 seemed to suffer no discomfort from supporting D-90353's weight and upon being ordered to do so by D-90353 began to move around the edge of the testing chamber. Its movement was hampered slightly by D-90353's weight, but it showed no signs of distress. After this, D-90353 was ordered to remove SCP-5046 and did so. Analysis: SCP-5046-1 understands verbal commands and, assuming the intelligence animating SCP-5046-1 is itself animal in nature, it has some amount of previous training to recognize what is expected from it in response to certain common commands used with domestic animals. SCP-5046-1 responded to being used like a chair with no qualms. It can be assumed that perhaps it expects this to some degree. With only visual cues available to us as a method of understanding SCP-5046-1's emotional responses it is difficult to understand exactly how it feels in any specific situation. D-90353 claims that it seemed happy while carrying him. D-90353 feels that SCP-5046-1 might just want to be helpful. D-90353 has also taken to referring to SCP-5046-1 as Rebel after a dog D-90353 had in childhood. D-90353 has developed an emotional connection to SCP-5046-1 and it is recommended he be replaced as his emotional attachment might lead to irrational or rebellious acts in future tests. Test D - 09/15/2006 Subject: SCP-5046 Procedure: SCP-5046 is to be applied to a human corpse. Results: SCP-5046 was applied to the corpse, hereafter referred to as SCP-5046-1, which animated as per the results of previous tests. Mere moments after animation, SCP-5046-1 vocalized. It spoke the words "What the fuck?", and proceeded to look itself over, reacting with horror. Before it could be stopped it removed SCP-5046 and the corpse returned to an inanimate form. Analysis: This test proves that the intelligence that animates SCP-5046-1 is capable of intelligent speech and is aware of the method by which it is animated. Test E - 09/28/2006 Subject: SCP-5046 Procedure: SCP-5046 is to be applied to another human corpse which is to be bound to prevent another premature termination. Results: SCP-5046 was applied to the corpse, hereafter referred to as SCP-5046-1, which animated as per the results of previous tests. SCP-5046-1 took in its current situation and began to swear profusely and struggle against its binds. Project Head Arthur Perrin decided to conduct this test himself and entered the Testing Chamber. Upon spotting him SCP-5046-1 proceeded to swear at him and insult him. Dr. Perrin ignored him and engaged SCP-5046-1 in an interview. (See: Interview Log SCP-5046-1) After the interview SCP-5046 was removed and the test was terminated. Analysis: See Interview Log SCP-5046-1 Interview log SCP-5046-1 - Close Interviewed: SCP-5046-1 Interviewer: Project Head Dr. Arthur Perrin Foreword: This interview occurred during SCP-5046 Test E <Begin Log, 2:55 PM, 09/28/2006> SCP-5046-1: You fucking worthless motherfucker! I'm going to fucking kill you! What is wrong with you people? Dr. Perrin: Please 5046-1 calm down. SCP-5046-1: Why the hell should I calm down? You animated me into a fucking corpse?! Is this some sick joke? Dr. Perrin: My apologies we were simply trying to find a way to allow you to communicate with us. SCP-5046-1: What makes you think I want to communicate with you? Dr. Perrin: A fair point, but if you want to get out of that body you're going to have to. SCP-5046-1: Fine… What do you want to talk about? Dr. Perrin: Well… First… A matter of personal curiosity actually. It was you in the chair and the end table right? The same entity I'm talking to right now? SCP-5046-1: Yes. It's been me the whole time. Which by the way. You know being hit with an axe fucking hurts right? Dr. Perrin: I'm sorry about that, but if that was you why… Well why did you act like an animal? SCP-5046-1: Well I'm supposed to… Also I mean what else am I supposed to do? Without being able to verbalize and stuck in certain forms it's just easiest to interact in a manner befitting the body. You ever try to hug someone or shake their hand as a chair? Dr. Perrin: I imagine it would be difficult. SCP-5046-1: No shit. Dr. Perrin: Are you always so combative? You seemed pretty nice when interacting with D-90353. SCP-5046-1: What the hell kind of name is D-90353? Actually you know what I don't care. Here's the answer to your question. I'm combative as you call it because you've stuck me in a rotting fucking corpse and I can feel it you know. I can feel it rotting every second I'm inhabiting it. It's a horrible feeling. I'd throw up, but I'm not physically capable of doing so. Of course I shouldn't really be able to talk or… Well, feel anything in a corpse, but I don't make the rules of how this animation stuff works. It's all arbitrary and if you asked me it seems to just decide what does and does not work on a whim. Dr. Perrin: Our apologies. We just figured that something with vocal cords would be easier to communicate through. SCP-5046-1: Yeah yeah I get it. I'm sorry I'm not usually like this. I try to be helpful and friendly. I mean that's the entire reason I exist, but it's hard to not be… Well, kind of upset about being trapped inside a corpse. Dr. Perrin: We'll try to be quick then. We just have a few questions. SCP-5046-1: I'll try to answer, but every second in here is terrible agony. Please be quick. Dr. Perrin: I'll try my best. First of all. So, you said your reason to exist was to be helpful and friendly? SCP-5046-1: Yes. I was created to be… well, a companion. I'm naturally a pretty friendly person. I exist primarily to be… a pet I guess. A loving companion. I guess maybe for the kind of people who can't take care of proper pets for some reason or other. I don't need feeding and I don't need to be taken for walks or given a litter box or anything like that. I also don't have fur or anything that might upset allergies. I mean I don't want to toot my own horn, but I'm pretty much the perfect pet. Dr. Perrin: I see… Can you tell me who created you and how? SCP-5046-1: Well my creator was- No… Sorry, but if you want to talk to me you're going to have to use something other than a corpse. I can't keep going like this. It's horrible. You wanna talk animate something that isn't actively rotting, please. <End Log, 3:15 PM, 09/28/2006> Closing Statement: SCP-5046-1 became unresponsive, refusing to speak further, and eventually Dr. Perrin removed SCP-5046. Despite not learning what we wanted to learn we did learn a large amount of valuable information. Dr. Perrin has proposed a plan for Test F to the Ethics committee. Note from The Ethics Committee - Close To SCP-5046 project Head Dr. Arthur Perrin Your proposal has caused quite a split in the Ethics Committee. It has been a long deliberation, but The Committee has decided to approve your proposal on the condition that the subject of your proposal must be a willing participant. If you can find someone willing to understand and take that risk you may proceed. Erica Mai, Ethics Committee Chair. Test F - 10/25/2006 Subject: SCP-5046 Procedure: SCP-5046 is to be applied to D-90353 who has volunteered for this test as per Ethics Committee orders. Results: D-90353 was strapped to a chair as a precaution against another premature termination; SCP-5046 was then applied to D-90353, hereafter referred to as SCP-5046-1. SCP-5046-1 went rigid and then started to frantically tug on its binds, looking down at itself in horror again. It didn't speak for a few moments, and then Project Head Arthur Perrin entered the Testing Chamber to conduct another interview. Upon spotting him SCP-5046-1 proceeded to simply glare at him. Dr. Perrin tried to start a conversation with SCP-5046-1, but SCP-5046-1 cut him off. (See: Interview Log SCP-5046-2) After the interview, SCP-5046 was removed and the test was terminated. Analysis: See Interview Log SCP-5046-2 Interview log SCP-5046-2 - Close Interviewed: SCP-5046-1 Interviewer: Project Head Dr. Arthur Perrin Foreword: This interview occurred during SCP-5046 Test F <Begin Log, 4:44 PM, 10/25/2006> Dr. Perrin: Hello- SCP-5046-1: No shut up! Tell me… Who is this? This body isn't dead. You fucking monsters put me in a living person. Who was he? Dr. Perrin: It's D-90353… SCP-5046-1: That… That's the guy from the first test right? The guy who was nice to me? Dr. Perrin: Yes… He voluntee- SCP-5046-1: Stop! Stop talking unless I tell you to. You have lost the right to ask me fucking anything. I liked this guy. He was nice to me and now you killed him. No, You made me kill him. Dr. Perrin: We don't kno- SCP-5046-1: No you don't know. I do though. I know he's dead. When you fucking animate something with me you're essentially summoning me into a hollow vessel. There's no consciousness there so I can just sort of… Fill that spot. Now when you put me into a conscious being well that spot I'm filling up, it's already filled. When I leave there won't be anything left. Actually, he'll be alive, but only in the physical sense. You've killed this man. You caused me to kill this man. This man who I liked. I can't… I can't even be- SCP-5046-1 goes silent Dr. Perrin: I'm really sorry we didn't know- SCP-5046-1: No you didn't know. You wanted to know, though. You were going to find out the things you wanted to know and you didn't care how you found out. D-90353… That's not a name that's a designation. What was his name? Dr. Perrin: I- We have records of each D-class I could look up his real name in our files if you wish to know what his name was? SCP-5046-1 chuckles humorlessly SCP-5046-1: You didn't even know his name. SCP-5046-1 pauses for a bit seemingly thinking to himself SCP-5046-1: You want to know everything don't you? Knowledge at any cost? Then I have a deal for you. I'll tell you everything, but on one condition. I want to speak with your mouth. You were willing to sacrifice this poor man for knowledge, I imagine you'll have no problem sacrificing yourself as well, Dr? A small price to pay for the knowledge you seek… <End Log, 5:00 PM, 10/25/2006> Closing Statement: SCP-5046-1 became unresponsive, refusing to speak further. Dr. Perrin removed SCP-5046 and D-90353 became limp. There was no sign of brain activity. Project Head Dr. Arthur Perrin has forbidden all future tests involving living or once-living entities without his express orders. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5046" by TheSomnambulist, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5046. 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SCP-5047 | keter | Item #: SCP-5047 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5047 is currently contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-17. Description: SCP-5047 is a male humanoid entity manifesting immediately outside several Foundation sites' loading bays. Across its manifestations, the entity has been observed to wear a button-up shirt and khakis. While manifested, SCP-5047 will repeatedly request to be allowed inside, typically by addressing the hidden security camera or passing personnel. SCP-5047's identity has not been matched to any existing person. SCP-5047 was originally discovered on April 23rd, 2018 when the entity first triggered Site-81's security measures while approaching the loading bay on foot. Addendum 5047.01 SCP-5047 Manifestations Manifestation #: 1 (Discovery) Date: 23/04/2018 Location: Site-81 Events Summary: SCP-5047 manifested outside the Site-81 loading bay, triggering security measures. On-site security personnel were deployed to apprehend SCP-5047, who demanifested immediately upon touch. SCP-5047 was cataloged. Manifestation #: 2 Date: 26/04/2018 Location: Site-19 Events Summary: SCP-5047 manifested outside the Site-19 loading bay, triggering security measures. Defense turrets were activated to fire upon SCP-5047, who vanished after being startled by the opening volley. Foundation Sites placed on high-alert for further appearances of SCP-5047. Manifestation #: 3 Date: 06/05/2018 Location: Site-64 Events Summary: SCP-5047 manifested outside Site-64 while the loading bay was open. SCP-5047 remained outside but requested to be allowed in. Emergency lockdown procedures were enacted. SCP-5047 expressed frustration and demanifested after fifteen minutes. Manifestation #: 4 Date: 09/05/2018 Location: Site-34 Events Summary: SCP-5047 manifested outside Site-34 and requested to be let in. Site Director Reach ordered SCP-5047 be allowed inside and kept under armed supervision. While inside, it wandered the humanoid containment wing and asked if all the cells were occupied prior to returning to the loading bay. SCP-5047 thanked the present security personnel and demanifested once outside. Manifestation #: 5 Date: 15/05/2018 Location: Site-17 Events Summary: SCP-5047 manifested outside Site-17 and requested to be let in. Upon direction of O5 Command, SCP-5047 was allowed to enter Site-17 under armed supervision. While inside, SCP-5047 again wandered the humanoid containment wing before returning to the loading bay and thanking present security personnel. Additionally, it complimented the status of the Site, calling it 'The best I've seen'. SCP-5047 demanifested once outside. Addendum 5047.02: Containment On the 4th of June, 2018, a containment alarm was activated in Site-17's humanoid containment wing. On-location security personnel indicated no breaches in containment and were instructed to perform a sweep of the area. After approximately fifteen minutes, SCP-5047 was located in a formerly empty containment chamber alongside a pregnant humanoid female and various labeled boxes. Upon being questioned as to how they entered the site, SCP-5047 produced an envelope containing $2,800 labeled 'RENT'. More From This Author More From This Author Uncle Nicolini's Works SCPs SCP-7573 • SCP-7726 • SCP-8400 • Abraka David's Proposal • SCP-7724 • SCP-PL-274 • SCP-4934 • SCP-7149 • SCP-3756 • SCP-7727 • SCP-3923 • SCP-7337 • SCP-6832 • SCP-ES-227 • SCP-2912-JP • Tales/GoI Formats The Hermit, Death, and The Devil • SCP-049-ΩK • UN's Proposal... Maybe. • Nico's Proposal • GRANT REQUEST FOR THE RE-CREATION OF AN ADVANCED POSTMORTEM NEURAL PRESERVATION SYSTEM • Drunkenly Stumbling Down Memory Lane • HOGSLICE vs bones • Project Proposal 2018-145: "Drinking With the Jocks" • I Don't Get It, But I'll Figure It Out. • Clef Goes To The DMV • Nobody Likes Having Enemies • La Persistencia De La Memoria • Aces Deuces • The Remains Of The Day • Adoption Poster: Darius! • Other uncle nicolini author page • Sciptember 2022 Art Highlights • Ode To The Unknown Author • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5047" by Uncle Nicolini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5047. Licensed under CC-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-5048 | keter | Item#: 5048 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Figure-5048-A: SCP-5048 upon materialization in the Azalea and Rhododendron Park Kromlau, Germany on 20/06/20██. Special Containment Procedures: Annually, on 17/06, MTF Iota-14 ("Run Forrest, Run") is tasked with the tracking and isolation of SCP-5048 upon materialization. Once located, areas containing SCP-5048 are to be cordoned off from the public via any means necessary. Any civilians witnessing materialization of SCP-5048 are to be amnesticized. Instances of SCP-5048-1 are to be neutralized on-sight via incendiary firearms. Under no circumstances are any persons to explore the chamber below SCP-5048. The key for the chamber is to be stored until further notice (See Addendum 5048-1). Description: SCP-5048 is an anomaly occurring annually between 19/06 and 25/06, relative to the timezone of its area of manifestation. SCP-5048 materializes at random locations with suitably healthy forest ecosystems. When manifesting, SCP-5048 will take the form of a large archway comprised primarily from stone and wood species native to the area. A large, shallow lake of water will also form surrounding the base of SCP-5048. A wooden structure will manifest at the exact centre of the newly manifested water body. This structure is similar to a stalactite in structure. It additionally receives alterations annually that vary in significance. These alterations resemble human-like features and appendages. Currently developed features include a single leg without a foot, an arm, three ears and a nose, all of which protrude from the structure in random distribution. The function of this structure is currently undetermined. See Addendum 5048-1. On 22/06, at approximately 1200 hours, SCP-5048-1 instances will appear in varying numbers. SCP-5048-1 instances are humanoid in structure and are composed entirely of inanimate matter. Noticeable features include scaled skin, elongated jaws with large teeth and small eyes. SCP-5048-1 autonomously produce various flora from the surrounding area from their person as a method of concealment. Despite developing the ability of cognitive speech in late stages of manifestation, SCP-5048-1 will only communicate via grunts and gutteral vocalizations. SCP-5048-1 instances will begin to aggressively bite and swipe at any mobile object attempting to approach the wooden structure at the centre of the pool of water formed by SCP-5048. Upon manifestation, SCP-5048-1 instances will stand in circular formation surrounding the pool of water formed by SCP-5048, where they remain in place, guarding the wooden structure. Once local time reaches 0000 hours on 23/06, all SCP-5048-1 instances, excluding one, will approach the wooden structure in the center of SCP-5048. The one SCP-5048-1 instance shall exit the immediate area in search of a suitable subject. Remaining instances will then kneel before the structure while several root-like appendages protrude from their bodies. These are then wrapped around the wooden structure. Once achieved, a muted, green luminescence begins emanating from the structure, followed by all SCP-5048-1 instances uttering a prayer in Greek. A transcript of the prayer is attached below: Raw Audio Transcript: Ω Γαία, Μητέρα όλων των πραγμάτων, παρακαλώ αποδεχτείτε τις προσφορές αυτής της όμορφης πεδιάδας, και μπορείτε να σηκωθείτε από την αιώνια ανάπαυσή σας, πιο ισχυρή από ποτέ, και να ανακτήσετε τη Γη από την Απάτη του Ανθρώπου. English Translation: Oh Gaia, Mother of All Things, please accept the offerings of this beautiful plain, and may you rise from your eternal rest, more powerful than ever before, and reclaim the Earth from the Scum of Man. SCP-5048-1 instances will repeat this chant for approximately two hours. Upon reaching 0200 hours on 23/06, the absent SCP-5048-1 instance returns with a human subject. Subject is carried towards the wooden structure in the centre of SCP-5048. The appendages of the surrounding SCP-5048-1 instances will increase in length, and will slowly coil around the subject, binding them to the structure. Once completed, the green luminescence surrounding SCP-5048 increases in brightness. SCP-5048-1 instances will then chant another prayer for an additional two hours, a transcript of which is attached below: Raw Audio Transcript: Ω Γαία, Μητέρα όλων των πραγμάτων, παρακαλώ δεχτείτε αυτήν την άξια θυσία, ένα κομμάτι του αφρού που αμαυρώνει τις όμορφες πεδιάδες σας. Είθε να τα τρέφεις και να γίνεις πιο δυνατός και πιο δυνατός από ποτέ. English Translation: Oh Gaia, Mother of All Things, please accept this worthy sacrifice, a fragment of the scum that tarnishes your beautiful plains. May you feed upon them, and may you become stronger and more powerful than they shall ever be. After two hours, the light will fade, and subject will have vanished. Once the light has completely faded, a resonance can be heard, seemingly sourced from the wooden structure in the centre of SCP-5048. The SCP-5048-1 instances will retract the aforementioned appendages, stand and return to their previous positions, and will remain there until 25/06. SCP-5048 additionally undergoes alterations in its physical state during progression of the ritual. Once the aforementioned date is reached, SCP-5048 will dematerialize. Remaining SCP-5048-1 instances will then proceed to exit the area. SCP-5048-1 then undergo gradual decay, indicated by an increase in unpredictable/random behavior as well as a regression in cognitive abilities. Following the conclusion of a ritual, SCP-5048 appears to acquire various physical augmentations, including changes in its appearance and durability. While the extant of SCP-5048's cognition properties is unknown, it is theorized to currently be in a state of dormancy. Whether the rituals committed by SCP-5048-1 are attempting to activate SCP-5048 is currently undetermined. See Addendum 5048-1. + Access Document 5048-V-01052 – Notable SCP-5048 Events Log - Close Notable SCP-5048 Events Location Year Description of SCP-5048 Event The Black Forest, Germany 2000 First recorded instance of an SCP-5048 event. Bridge composed primarily of unidentified stone and birch wood. SCP-5048-1 instances composed primarily of dirt, spruce wood and lichen. Ritual was completed before Foundation forces could intervene. Highgate Cemetary, London, U.K. 2002 Anomaly materializes in disruptive fashion, upending many tombstones and tombs (ramifications to the area have been completed). Bridge composed of a mixture of granite and marble, suspected to be sourced from local tombstones. SCP-5048-1 instances noted to be composed of a combination of local florae and dirt, with the addition of human bone and rotted flesh. Ritual was completed before Foundation forces could intervene. Hoia-Baciu Forest, Romania 2009 Anomaly manifests within a forest clearing. Bridge was noted to be seemingly overrun by tree growth, with trees coiling along the bridge. Stone extracts uncommon in its composition. SCP-5048-1 instances successfully terminated for the first time via the use of incindiary firearms. Ritual was uncompleted. Historic Brayshaws Homestead, Australia 2013 Anomaly manifests 2 km West of Brayshaws Homestead. A key is discovered on the underside of the bridge. Archway has a keyhole materialize on the wooden structure in its centre. See expedition log I14-5048-0917-0 for a description of Dr. Windsor's exploration on 2013/06/23. Addendum 5048-1: During analysis of SCP-5048 led by Dr. Jonathen Windsor of MTF Iota-14, a key was recovered from the underside of the archway. The key itself has not yet exhibited any anomalous capabilities. The key bears a symbol of the Greek goddess Gaia (Γαῖα) and three studs protruding from its sides. The following day, a keyhole was discovered on the wooden structure in the centre of SCP-5048. After inserting the key, a green glow eminated from within the keyhole. To the right of the structure, a trap door reportedly opened, presenting a spiral staircase. Two hours later, operatives of MTF Iota-14 descended the stairs. + Audiovisual transcript of Expedition Log: I14-5048-0917-0 - CLEARANCE LEVEL 4 CONFIRMED... ACCESS GRANTED. Audiovisual transcript of Expedition Log: I14-5048-0917-0 Personnel List - Dr. Jonathen Windsor: Researcher for SCP-5048. - Dr. Hector Dufresne: Head of research for SCP-5048, Expedition Supervisor - Agent Jefferson K. Bidwell: Expedition squad leader. - 3 Squad Members, denoted by shorthand (eg. I14-1) Camera feed (Agent Bidwell POV) shows expedition descend the stairs. Several Greek symbols and artworks line the walls of the stairs until the team reaches the base. Slowly proceeding forward, camera feed presents a strange chamber, with walls lined with wooden statues of various humans, some merging with others, with features of shock on their faces. In the centre, a pool of luminous green substance is shown, with long, bioluminescent vines protruding from the ceiling and submerged within the pool. Dr. Dufresne: Unable to confirm a visual. Dr. Windsor, could you describe the room around you? Dr. Windsor: Well, the room seems to be entirely held up by these wooden statues… They all appear human, but some are merged together. In the centre is a pool of an unidentified substance. Hm… The vines appear to be connected to the surface, perhaps the wooden structure above, though that's only an assumption- Dr. Dufresne: Yes, alright, Dr. Windsor. Enough theorising. Please collect a sample of the substance for analysis. Dr. Windsor: Yes sir. Camera feed shows Dr. Windsor moving forward and removing a beaker and a pair of rubber gloves from his coat. He moves forward to collect a sample. As he kneels down, he suddenly jerks. He begins to scream. Agent Bidwell rushes forward. Dr. Dufresne: Bidwell, do you copy? What the hell is going on down there? Agent Bidwell: Affirmative Doc, some… What the fuck? It's some kind of- Fuck! Something's clawing at Windsor's arm! Fellas, I could use a fucking hand here! Camera feed shows a skeletal arm gripping Dr. Windsor's arm. The substance of the pool splashes onto Dr. Windsor's arm as a result of the struggle, and smoke begins to curl from his wrist. Agent Bidwell, followed by the other 3 squad members, approach Dr. Windsor and begin to attempt to free him, taking efforts to avoid contact with his arm. I14-2: Jesus Christ, it's trying to drag him in! I14-3: It's fucking acid! Fuck me! Agent Bidwell: Fuck it. Removing the arm! Smithers, pull out that tourniquet, now! Camera feed shows Agent Bidwell taking out his kukri, and he begins to hack into Dr. Windsor's arm. Eventually, Agent Bidwell succeeds in removing Dr. Windsor's arm from the elbow down. The skeletal arm slumps to the ground, proceeding to drag Dr. Windsor's severed arm back into the pool, and submerges. Following this, the chamber begins to shake, and the resonance can be heard. I14-1 begins to apply tourniquet to Dr. Windsor's amputated limb. Agent Bidwell scoops up the dropped vial, still containing a sample. Agent Bidwell: Got the sample Doc, getting Windsor out of here. Dr. Dufresne: Affirmative Bidwell, get out of there now. Camera feed shows the expedition exiting the chamber, up the stairs. Once reaching the top, the team leaves the immediate area of SCP-5048. Agent looks back to SCP-5048, and focuses camera on it as it begins to dematerialize. Agent Bidwell: Dufresne, you getting this? Dr. Dufresne: Affirmative Bidwell. Report back to the medical tent immediately. Agent Bidwell: Yes sir. All members arrive at medical tent without incident. Expedition concluded. Audiovisual feed disabled. Following the events of Expedition I14-5048-0917-0, Dr. Windsor fully recovered from his injuries. His arm has since been replaced by a prosthetic limb. Analysis of the substance reveals it to be highly acidic and organic in nature. The following year, when SCP-5048 rematerialized, the wooden structure generated an additional arm, resembling the appendage lost by Dr. Windsor on Expedition I14-5048-0917-0. |
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All individuals who have witnessed media depicting SCP-5049 related phenomena are to be investigated and amnestisized accordingly. In the event that an SCP-5049-1 instance is located, Mobile Strike Force Kappa-11 ("Baphomet Bashers") will be dispatched for infiltration. A TGIF-Device1 is to be used to stabilize the SCP-5049-1 instance, preventing its relocation. If full stabilization is reached, a Provisional Site will be established around the anomaly. Description SCP-5049 is a pocket dimension known as "Demon Dan's Discount Homunculus Depot" and its related anomalies. The exact properties and full extent of SCP-5049 are currently unknown. Access to SCP-5049 is only possible through SCP-5049-1 instances. SCP-5049-1 are extra-spatial portals capable of accessing SCP-5049 through previously non-anomalous doorways. These doorways become SCP-5049-1 instances when SCP-5049-2 is watched and will remain so for 15 minutes before spontaneously demanifesting. SCP-5049-2 is a two-minute infomercial for "Demon Dan's Discount Homunculus Depot", which is capable of interrupting television broadcasts. The humanoid entity present in the broadcast has been designated SCP-5049-A. The following is a transcription of the first Foundation-recorded SCP-5049-2 instance: ● SCP-5049-2 Transcript ● ○ SCP-5049-2 Transcript ○ [BEGIN LOG] [A logo for Demon Dan's Discount Homunculus Depot appears in baby-blue bubble lettering. The image fades to a tall humanoid (SCP-5049-A) standing at a store counter. SCP-5049-A has dark green skin with patches of thick brown fur randomly covering its body.] SCP-5049-A: Hey there folks! It's your man, Demon Dan, coming at you with all the latest and greatest deals from Demon Dan's Discount Homunculus Depot! We just accepted a shipment of brand-new models that would make even the most discerning customers weep with excitement. Let's see what we got– [SCP-5049-A walks from behind the counter revealing its unguligrade legs, ending in large pointed hooves.] SCP-5049-A: Looking to make your way through the capitalist hell-scape that makes home look cozy? Come try on one of the newest businessman models! [SCP-5049-A gestures behind him as the camera pans to a wall lined with human bodies on large racks. In total 52 naked male bodies are seen.] SCP-5049-A: If you’re looking for the extra challenge of inequality– the businesswomen model may be the right fit for you! [SCP-5049-A gestures to a similar wall, lined with female human bodies.] SCP-5049-A: Now, maybe you're thinking, "But Dan, business sounds hard. I just want to have some fun!" and the fine team here at Demon Dan's Discount Homunculus Depot have got you covered! [The camera angle widens showing a section of the store adorned in childish decorations.] SCP-5049-A: And who has more fun than kids‽ No one, that's who. For a limited time, the purchase of any child-sized unit comes with a complimentary 50% off coupon for parental units! You just can't say no to a deal like that. [Three walls are seen covered in racks of small human bodies. The logo reappears on-screen before cutting to a different section of the store. Several rows of human bodies are visible, all of which appear to be in excellent physical condition.] SCP-5049-A: Here at Demon Dan's Discount Homunculus Depot, we know it's not all fun and games. The bravest among us have a mission to accomplish. The Seven-Lords are ever planning their invasion, after all, so you're looking for function over form. Well, we've got that in spades down here in the tactical services department! You'll be kickin' ass in no time when you're wearing the latest models at the best prices! [The camera cuts to SCP-5049-A standing in front of a large red stage curtain.] SCP-5049-A: I've got a special treat for you; we are happy to announce the VIP lookalike department! We all know how difficult the creation of homunculus is, it's a fine art that takes years of practice. So, when a replacement order on VIP's comes in, every detail needs to be perfect– unfortunately, that's not always the case. But for the right price, you too can look like famous icons from around the globe! [The curtain pulls back revealing rows of human bodies similar in appearance to famous celebrities. Of note, Radric Delantic Davis2, Avril Lavigne, Paul McCartney, and Britney Spears lookalikes are all visible. The logo then appears again, as it fades SCP-5049-A is seen behind the counter the position it started in.] SCP-5049-A: There ya’ have it folks, come on down to Demon Dan's Discount Homunculus Depot! If you're viewing the advertisement, then you've been selected for entry– please enter the nearest door for instant deals and upgrade those old duds for one of our newest models! What are you waiting for? Come on down! [The logo reappears along with large bold letters instructing the viewer to "Please Enter the Nearest Door!".] [END LOG] After fully observing SCP-5049-2 the nearest doorway will become an SCP-5049-1 instance. This effect does not occur with recorded copies of SCP-5049-2. Attempts to locate the origin point of the SCP-5049-2 broadcast have proven inconclusive. Discovery SCP-5049 was discovered on 2020/2/16 when SCP-5049-2 aired on Safe Storage Warehouse-13's break room television. At the time of the broadcast, four Foundation personnel were present, including Security Agent William Berken. Once prompted by SCP-5049-2, Agent Berken decided to investigate the break room closet door for anomalous activity. Upon opening the door Agent Berken was relocated to SCP-5049; his chest-mounted camera recorded the following events: ● SCP-5049 Audio/Video Log ● ○ SCP-5049 Audio/Video Log ○ [BEGIN LOG] [Agent Berken is facing the store counter featured in SCP-5049-2. Looking to the left four small creatures can be seen arguing over a small human body. They are small scaly humanoids with 4 legs and 3 arms. The creatures begin tugging the body between them, each holding an appendage.] SCP-5049-A: Hey– You break, you buy it! There's plenty to go around. Oh– Welcome! [Agent Berken spins around revealing SCP-5049-A standing several meters in front of him. Agent Berken draws his sidearm and points it at the entity. SCP-5049-A frowns and wags his finger in a disapproving manner.] SCP-5049-A: Tsk, tsk, tsk. You aren't supposed to be here, little man, how naughty. I'm gonna have to have a word with marketing– once I'm through with you. Berken: D-Don't move! Just let me out, t-tell me how to leave! [SCP-5049-A steps toward Agent Berken who fires his weapon three times, striking the entity in the chest. SCP-5049-A disappears.] Berken: Fuck! W-What the hell was I thinking? [Agent Berken turns back and forth frantically. The four previously seen creatures can be seen scurrying deeper into the store. A large, 4 clawed green hand appears, and chops Agent Berken's gun from his hand. Berken whimpers as he is lifted from the ground before being slung over SCP-5049-A shoulder.] SCP-5049-A: Why the rush to leave, little man? Demon Dan's gonna' give you the special tour, let you see where the magic is made. [SCP-5049-A cackles.] Berken: Let me go! [Agent Berken struggles against the entity to no avail. Row after row of human bodies can be seen, as SCP-5049-A takes him deeper into SCP-5049.] SCP-5049-A: Come now, little man, I think you're getting a fair deal. You did, after all, come into my store, and shoot me in the chest. And now you're getting a once in a lifetime opportunity to see how we make the latest and greatest models! [SCP-5049-A stops and a large door can be heard creaking open.] SCP-5049-A: Though, you know what they say– you don't always want to know how the sausage is made. [SCP-5049-A cackles again as it enters a large workshop, where dozens of human bodies can be seen in various states of disrepair. Screaming can be heard from deeper within the workshop. SCP-5049-A stops, tanning racks of human skin can be seen being tended to by various humanoid entities. Agent Berken is dropped within an iron-barred cage.] Berken: Shit, shit, shit! What is this place– please, just let me go– I won't tell them, I w-won't tell anyone. [Agent Berken begins slamming his body against the cage's door, SCP-5049-A ignores his efforts.] SCP-5049-A: Hey, you! Yeah you, get over here. I want this one drained, skinned, and declawed– immediately. Don't want to keep our special guest waiting. [SCP-5049-A falsely chuckles as he smacks the iron cage. A chubby humanoid sheep waddles over into view.] Sheep Entity: Okay boss, what about the rest of it? [SCP-5049-A turns towards Agent Berken and inspects him.] SCP-5049-A: Hmmm. Take the eyes, put the rest through the pulp grinder– we can use it for filling. Berken: Oh god, please– no, no, no, no! Get the fuck away from me! [Berken screams as three sheep entities drag him from the cage and drop him on grate floors. Several naked human bodies can be seen hanging from meat hooks.] Berken: Please! P-please don't, you don't h-have to, you don't have to do this! [Incoherent crying.] [As the humanoid sheep cut and remove Agent Berken's clothes the camera view becomes distorted though audio can still be heard. Berken can be heard screaming and grunting between sobs.] Sheep Entity: [Laughing]This one’s got some fight in it, don't it? Well, up you go. Berken: [Sobbing.] Please. Please. Please. [Agent Berken lets out one final scream before going silent. Heavy machinery, screaming, and laughter can be heard echoing in the background.] The audio continues for 5 minutes, at which time SCP-5049-1 dissipated and the connection was lost. [END LOG] Due to the nature of the anomaly, the Foundation has been incapable of relocating an active SCP-5049-1 instance. The creation of a specialized task force has been approved for the purpose of locating SCP-5049. Investigation The Foundation Television Analysis Department in conjunction with MSF Kappa-11 have intercepted 26 SCP-5049-2 instances. Though arriving prior to SCP-5049-1's dissipation, 21 demonic entities have been apprehended in affiliation with SCP-5049. Various methods of information gathering were used in an attempt to gather intelligence on the structure and motive of the invading entities. Due to the lack of concrete information and the inability to respond in a timely manner, new methods of dealing with SCP-5049 were developed. On 2020/3/29, the use of an A-Class Clairvoyant Entity was approved to make contact with SCP-5049-A. Though reluctant, a meeting between Captain Steiner3 and SCP-5049-A was scheduled for 2020/04/03. ● SCP-5049-A Interview Log ● ○ SCP-5049-A Interview Log ○ [BEGIN LOG] [Captain Steiner and SCP-5049-A are sitting at a metal table. Due to its large stature, SCP-5049-A hardly fits on the seat provided for it.] Steiner: I want to thank you for meeting with us, I know that must have been a difficult decision. SCP-5049-A: Well, it's not like you've left me much of a choice. Customers haven't been coming to the shop– they're all scared your goons will capture them. Steiner: We simply can't allow you to continue your operation unhindered. [Steiner jumps slightly as SCP-5049-A slams a hand upon the table.] SCP-5049-A: Come on, I'm a demon– you can't hide your sins from me. All the terrible things your organization has turned a blind eye to, and this, my little store, is what gets you into action. Pathetic. Steiner: Are you here to trade insults or attempt to come to an agreement? [SCP-5049-A scoffs as he points a large, clawed digit towards Steiner.] SCP-5049-A: If one of the Seven-Lords found out I was here, with you, they'd have my head for sure. Steiner: I assure you, it is only me and you here, we have taken precautions against outside interference. SCP-5049-A: So what's the deal? I'm sure you've agreed to this meeting for a reason. So, how can Demon Dan be of service? Steiner: Right– straight to the point. We would like to enter an agreement with you, one which we believe will be mutually beneficial to all parties involved. SCP-5049-A: I'm listening. [SCP-5049-A begins impatiently tapping its claw on the table] Steiner: We will provide you with a reasonable percent of all deceased human bodies acquired by the Foundation. In return, we want a detailed list of all of your customers, their place of origin, and the physical appearance of their new bodies. [SCP-5049-A lets out a boisterous laugh.] SCP-5049-A: Oh, is that all? Why not just set up shop in the store, you can just post a couple agents at the front desk. Why not just– Steiner: Listen, this is the deal. We don't have to offer anything, and to be frank– I'd rather just kill you now and be done with it. [SCP-5049-A is visibly angered and begins gripping the edge of the table hard enough to bend the metal rim.] SCP-5049-A: Go ahead– take your best shot, little man! There's a dozen more just like me, you won't stop anything. Steiner: Our thoughts exactly. That is the very reason you are sitting at this table and not in a containment chamber. SCP-5049-A: It doesn't matter anyway– at this rate, we won't have any customers left. No one will trust us if half our customers are apprehended after leaving the shop. Steiner: Yes, we have taken that into consideration as well. We will stop apprehending your patrons, or at least, not apprehend them immediately. With the increase in demonic activity in the past few years- we need to know what they're planning. Torture just isn't doing the job. [SCP-5049-A shifts uncomfortably in its seat.] SCP-5049-A: I– I need some time to think about it. Steiner: I'm afraid that is not possible. I need your answer now. SCP-5049-A: Fine. But you need to cool it, I won't have any information for you if all my customers are dead, captured, or too damn scared to come to the shop. Steiner: Yes, as I said– [SCP-5049-A begins making a gurgling noise, gripping its head it begins to shout.] SCP-5049-A: No! You idiots! We're all fucked no– [SCP-5049-A's eyes begin glowing bright orange. Captain Steiner stands from his seat and braces himself.] Steiner: What are you doing? From this point forward, SCP-5049-A voice distorted and dropped several octaves as it spoke in Latin. For ease of access it has been translated into English. SCP-5049-A: You are a fool, Jailor. To think a pathetic morsel such as this could aid you against us. Steiner: I don't underst– SCP-5049-A: Silence! I have allowed you to toil in your own delusions for far too long. You may have taken advantage of Asmodeus all those years ago, but you stop nothing. You hinder nothing! You jail and barter to no avail. Your time is coming. [SCP-5049-A's head explodes, covering the table and Captain Steiner in a viscous purple fluid.] [END LOG] Following this event, the Foundation did not intercept any SCP-5049-2 activity for a total of 17 days. On 2020/04/20, a new SCP-5049-2 instance was discovered. The broadcast was identical to the originally discovered SCP-5049-2, the only difference being a new entity now took the role of SCP-5049-A (designated SCP-5049-B). New methods of SCP-5049 containment are currently under consideration. Footnotes 1. Thaumically Generated Ionic Field Device. 2. Also known as Gucci Mane. 3. An officer of the Foundation External Negotiation Department. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5049" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5049. Licensed under CC-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-5050 | keter | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION All files regarding SCP-5050 and SCP-5050-A are to be included with the documentation. Some files and addenda are still being added to SCP-5050. — Maria Jones, RAISA Director Item #: SCP-5050 Level 4/5050 Classified SCP-5050. Special Containment Procedures: All personnel are forbidden within a 1500 meter radius from SCP-5050. Site-449 will take jurisdiction over containment of SCP-5050 and SCP-5050-A. The SCP-5050 signals are to be monitored at all times; any errant changes should be reported to the lead researcher immediately. SCP-5050-A is to be monitored indirectly. Civilians are to be instructed to stay away from the location of SCP-5050 and SCP-5050-A and the road leading to them will be barricaded. Intruders are to be amnesticized. No overtly anachronistic technology is to be introduced to SCP-5050-A; incoming television and radio signals are to be monitored to this effect. The Foundation database is to be checked bi-weekly for any unauthorized SCP-5050 behavior. Description: Radio propagation signals from SCP-5050. SCP-5050 is a large radio tower in the Bavarian Alps on the Austrian/German border, specifically the Mittenwald municipality in Germany and the Innsbruck-Land district of Austria. SCP-5050 constantly emits signals ranging from 2 kHz/kilohertz to 279 GHz/gigahertz1 over a large area, although the maximum effective range is estimated to be within a 1,374 meter radius of SCP-5050. The frequency range produced by SCP-5050 is so extreme as to be considered anomalous by the disruption of applied physics. SCP-5050 also broadcasts television and audio signals as well as radio signals. These broadcasts can be occasionally intercepted by the Foundation; because the process requires a significant amount of time, the broadcasts usually do not last long enough to be fully intercepted. These media appear to be somewhat procedurally-generated. The signal from SCP-5050 primarily affects the surrounding town of Drachen-Domane (designated SCP-5050-A). SCP-5050-A appears to be consisted of a mix of technology from the 1960s to the 1980s; the level of technological advancement in SCP-5050-A seems to be slowed. Its inhabitants appear to be affected easily by the signals, but no direct testing has been available to support this conclusion. Neither SCP-5050 nor SCP-5050-A have any historical construction records. Spectrogram of a 21kHz frequency from SCP-5050. As of 08/1990, this has been the only decipherable frequency. Item History: SCP-5050 and SCP-5050-A were discovered in 1987, when SCP-5050's high-frequency signals are picked up and triangulated by Foundation satellites. Further surveillance of SCP-5050-A was approved and aerial reconnaissance was carried out. During the reconnaissance, the signals from SCP-5050 interfered with the control system of a Foundation plane and severely damaged it in the process. Due to the inability to get in close proximity to SCP-5050, a ground task force has been assigned to initiate first contact with SCP-5050-A (See Addendum 01.1 - Contact Proposal). Foundation plane destroyed during aerial surveillance. Picture lifted from SCP-5050-A records. Addendum 01: Initial Contact w/ SCP-5050 « Contact Proposal » » Contact Proposal « CONTACT PROPOSAL TASK FORCE: Sampi-3 PERSONNEL #: 5 NICKNAME: "Contact Team" ASSIGNMENT: SCP-5050 1 - OBJECTIVE The purpose of Sampi-3 will be to establish first contact with Drachen-Domane (SCP-5050-A) and to ascertain the social structure and history of SCP-5050-A. 2 - PERSONNEL/COVER The Sampi-3 team will consist of the following: [ Commander ] Georgeanna Sinclair [ Combat Medic ] Erich Lazenby [ Field Agent ] Audrey Easton [ Field Agent ] Zachary Avalon [ Field Agent ] Derek Milford Task Force Sampi-3 will use the cover of the fictional group National Scientific Anthropological Research Society (NSARS for short), under the pretense of conducting a study on SCP-5050-A. Full contact with Sampi-3 is not advised due to the technical limitations of SCP-5050-A as well as interference from SCP-5050. In lieu of this, Commander Sinclair will keep daily entries of Sampi-3 activities as well as contact the Foundation through radio once every week. RELEASE - | [APPROVED 05/19] | APPROVED BY: Head Researcher Parker Jamison « Sampi-3 Logs » » Sampi-3 Logs « May 02, 2019: Entered SCP-5050-A/Drachen-Domane by the main road today. The first thing we saw wasn't exactly what we - or I - expected. On the side of the road, there's a sign that every self-respecting small town has, you know, "Welcome to Plainsville" or that sort of stuff. This one just said 'Drachen-Domane' but that's not the important part. Underneath that was this sort of Foundation logo. Stunned us there. It makes no sense cause we're the contact team; there shouldn't be any trace of us here at all. I had Audrey make a mockup of the sign using some of the stuff we have. Interesting start of the day. Got into the main area of Drachen; it's quaint overall. Reminds me of the days as a young girl roaming around the outskirts of town. Almost antique, if someone plucked it right out of the 70s. Roamed around for a while; people around are cautious but friendly. Understandable. Asked about the history of the town and the tower. Foundation too. Most people couldn't give us an awfully straight answer. Figures they wouldn't know much. Strangest part is the welcome sign. We asked around, but no one's actually ever seen the sign. You'd think at least one person in town would know. Does that mean no one ever leaves? Possible. We're staying at the Righiera Hotel in Drachen. Two rooms, connected by an adjacent door. Thankfully (or unusually) everyone here speaks English, not German. Turns out "Drachen-Domane" means "Dragon's Domain" in English. About right. May 03, 2019: Saw the logo again. Middle of the tunnel, embossed straight into the wall. Made out of some sort of red acrylic or tile. No spaces in between the logo and the surrounding concrete. Didn't make it too far examining it before a young boy, dressed in what looked like a WW1 doughboy outfit, told us that the insignia is the town crest. Town crest. Makes sense given its prevalence but still: it's just our logo with a tower in it. I guess "just" is an understatement considering the preservation of the veil and all. It's also a crime to tamper with the 'town crest' according to that darned kid. Said he'd notify the Brigade. Law enforcement of the town, they run more like Military Police than any standard district. Derek paid him off with some sweets. Shouldn't have to look over our shoulders for a little while. Domane today. Same aesthetic as Drachen. We received some nice pictures today from some of the townfolk. They heard we were in town (it's a tiny place, I bet you could hear a pin drop at the other edge of the town) and dug into their library's archives. Visited the place ourselves, but all the books are very old and musty. Nothing new that I could spot. Found a town map, though. Had Audrey do some of her special work again for us. Took a nice pic, too. Called it quits earlier than usual today. Mild headaches, nothing too severe, but annoying enough to hinder good work. Everyone in the team's got them, I think. As for me, I have this ringing in my ears - in the back, like if someone had a triangle clanging around in there. Lazenby's current diagnosis is tinnitus. Don't believe it for a bit. May 04, 2019: God, my head is killing me. Feels like that one time I downed about a dozen tequila shots at that Foundation Christmas party last year. I can tell everyone's feeling it, too. Lazenby's trying his best but it's sort of clear he can't think really straight either. His left eye's been killing him. Day three and we're already out-of-action. Some top Foundation team we are. Watched TV. Not much on besides reruns of the original Twilight Zone. Watched "A Thing About Machines" and "Five Characters in Search of an Exit." Great stuff, probably one of the best shows out there. Caught a broadcast directed to us. Not sure what to make of it. We all eventually figured a bit later that we can't just sit around all day doing nothing, especially after that broadcast. Headed to the clinic doctor, Hubbard, to see if he knows anything that Lazenby doesn't. He chalked it up to 'pressure difference' in altitudes messing with us and that it was nothing to worry about. The probability of that being true is about the same as shooting the edge of a coin at 500 meters away. Even Lazenby argued with Hubbard for a while on the diagnosis. Guess it wasn't worth it to him to fight because he stopped after a while. Paid our dues and went back to the streets. Went wandering about Drachen-Domane. I don't know why we just went walking, but it was just a feeling that I had. It was almost like a trance. Snapped out of it when Lazenby shouted and ran off somewhere. Caught up to him, and he had one of the Brigade members by the collar. Relatively young man with chestnut hair. The soldier, a Captain Marek, explained that he was following us for our safety. Okay, sure. Told him to leave us alone, but Lazenby nearly tore his throat out. Hippocratic oath my ass. Pulled him off. Went back to the hotel after. Wrote most of what we learnt on a hotel notepad. Lots of things to unpack. IMAGE LOG Rough map of Drachen-Domane by Sampi-3. <Hover to Enlarge> The Brigade. A townsperson gives a speech unequivocally praising SCP-5050 to fellow townspeople. VISUAL LOG SCP-5050 Broadcast: MAY 03. 2019 [0:00] - [0:02] > Standard 120hz test tone. [0:02] - [0:08] > SCP-5050 generated jingle, aka 'opening'. [0:08] - [0:24] > "It is my decree that our new visitors should be treated with respect and kindness and not mauled, maimed, disfigured, or killed in any way possible. I will see it they get their just desserts." [0:24] - [0:30] > SCP-5050 generated jingle, aka 'closing'. [0:30] - [0:32] > Standard 120hz test tone. Notes on social structure: -> broken down into three main parts - military - technical (scientific?) - executive -> the viceroy and the tower "talkers"? hold highest rank, only ones who directly 'speak' to the tower -> townspeople are very friendly, but clearly holds visitors in mixed regard -> absolutely CANNOT do anything without being followed by the Brigade, capital B figured that one out thanks to Lazenby, but they seem to almost be despotic? definitely controlling -> high-quality notepads and pens though, damn does make you wonder where the hell they get/got these THE TOWER IS EVERYWHERE « Communication Logs » » Communication Logs « RADIO LOG: MAY 03. 2019 │ Site-449 ↔ Sampi-3 │ [SIGNAL CONNECTED] [JMSN]: Hello? Connection's up? [SNCR]: Hey Jamison. Connection's up alright. [JMSN]: Okay. So let me get this straight: you had twelve tequila shots at the Christmas party? [SNCR]: Don't even bring it up. I regret writing that down already. <Researcher Jamison laughs.> [JMSN]: You're absolutely mad. Anyways, regarding SCP-5050-A: any new developments? [SNCR]: Nothing really. The Brigade's been giving us a little trouble - especially with the people following us around. Not quite sure who exactly's calling the shots there. [JMSN]: As in? [SNCR]: Well, as we had it explained to us, there's a rough chain-of-command in place. There's the Brigade Leader, but he takes orders from the Viceroy. The executive sector - the Viceroy's domain - also has the tower talkers too. They all listen to it and act as its servants, supposedly. Overall the Tower's in charge there. I've been trying to figure out to what extent the autonomy in Drachen-Domane is. [JMSN]: The images are quite telling. Almost looks like a personality cult worshiping the tower. [SNCR]: That's about right. [JMSN]: We also managed to capture that broadcast, too. Background was a visual feedback loop. One of the early setups of generated media: same type of stuff you'd see on the titles of those first Doctor Who episodes. <Agent Sinclair groans as Researcher Jamison pauses.> [JMSN]: You okay, Georgie? [SNCR]: I'm fine. Still feels like someone's doing renovation in my skull though. [JMSN]: Oh. I see. Uhh, I've been going over all of your medical reports. Should be mostly clear but do you want me to send some personnel and swap some out? You especially could take a break, although I know you've only been out there for a couple of days. [SNCR]: We should be okay for now. If it continues, then possibly in a w- <A scream is heard.> [SNCR]: Hold on, there's something wrong. [JMSN]: Hello? What's going on? <11 gunshots can be heard over the radio, followed by indeterminate screaming and a loud male yell.> [SNCR]: Oh god, Lazenby, wh- <A female scream and two more gunshots can be heard.> [JMSN]: Hello? Hello? Is there anyone there? Georgie, what's going on, hello? [????]: This is the night mail crossing the border, bringing the cheque and the postal order. [JMSN]: Lazenby, is that you? [????]: Letters for the rich, letters for the poor; the shop at the corner and the girl next door. Consider this a return to sender. <A single gunshot.> [SIGNAL LOST] Signal was lost immediately following the last gunshot. Attempt to re-establish contact with Sampi-3 was unsuccessful and no reports were sent by Agent Sinclair following radio contact. The Sampi-3 team is presumed to have been terminated. « Final Report » » Final Report « AFTER-ACTION REPORT TO: Head Researcher Jamison The loss of the SAMPI-3 team was unfortunate and will hinder future plans with SCP-5050. We were able to extricate enough information of the social structure as to not make the foray completely useless. I will look into the logo described by the team. Big question: what in the hell have we got to do with this town? Relegating SCP-5050-A to indirect surveillance until we can get some solid information. - Director H. Henderson Addendum 02: Miscellaneous Reports « Formal Document Requests » » Formal Document Requests « Howard Henderson <pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh#pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh> to: Roger Winters <vog.dod|sretniw.r#vog.dod|sretniw.r>, Andrew Jellicoe <vog.ibf|eocillej.a#vog.ibf|eocillej.a> date: Wednesday, May 8, 2019 at 7:02 AM subject: Document Request I'm calling in a couple of favors from you guys. I'm looking for anything in your archives with these provisos: anytime pre-1987 located in West Germany/Bavarian Alps Foundation involvement anything with or similar to the attached logo regarding signals, frequencies. etc. We're also conducting an internal inquiry, but nothing's turned up so far. Let me know ASAP if you've got something juicy. Thanks. - Howard tower-logo.png Attachment: tower-logo.png from: vog.dod|sretniw.r#vog.dod|sretniw.r to: pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh#pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh subject: RE: Document Request date: 05-09-2019 Howie, before I say anything; I tried my best to sway the higher-ups but they don't know you personally. I suppose you could try to ask some of your higher-ups to get the ball in your corner. Your request has been filed as a low-priority "skim" of our archives. Shit could take almost half-a-century with our current pileup. I'll try again to get your request bumped up the ladder, but I'm sorry in advance. Owed two beers, Supervisor WINTERS From: vog.ibf|eocillej.a#vog.ibf|eocillej.a To: pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh#pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh Subject: Document favor Date: 06-12-2019 Howard, We don't have what you asked for, sorry. Checked normal FBI documents from the era as well. Nada. Let me know if you need anything else. CIA's probably got it, Winters always has promising stuff. Andrew Jellicoe Lead UIU Archivist Howard Henderson <pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh#pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh> to: Roger Winters <vog.dod|sretniw.r#vog.dod|sretniw.r>, Andrew Jellicoe <vog.ibf|eocillej.a#vog.ibf|eocillej.a> date: Thursday, June 13, 2019 at 3:57 PM subject: On My Request Thanks. Keep me updated if you guys find anything. I'll check here again but don't expect to find something new. Let me know next time you guys visit Oktoberfest. I hope we can get some headway on this soon, it's gonna kill me if I don't figure out how this town plays in. - Howard from: vog.dod|sretniw.r#vog.dod|sretniw.r to: pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh#pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh subject: An old favor regarding documents date: 08-02-2019 Howie, good news for you. Got your document request back regarding the ticks. Finally found something that fits the bill. Check your snail mail in about a week. Sorry about the ribbon ink. Good luck, Supervisor WINTERS Howard Henderson <pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh#pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh> to: Roger Winters <vog.dod|sretniw.r#vog.dod|sretniw.r> date: Saturday, August 10, 2019 at 1:31 PM subject: THANK YOU God, thank you. This is a big fucking break. I owe you big time. You sure the dates are correct? - Howard from: vog.dod|sretniw.r#vog.dod|sretniw.r to: pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh#pcs.noitadnuof|drawoh_nosredneh subject: RE: THANK YOU date: 08-10-2019 Yeah, why? Supervisor WINTERS « PENTAGRAM Documentation » » PENTAGRAM Documentation « -D- August 02, 2019 NOTICE: Foundation Attached documentation regarding request of PENTAGRAM dating MAY 2019. Although the documents do not contain any of the keywords attached, the first is stamped with a logo similar to the one described. The second is attached due to relation to the first. First document is dated from SEP 1964. Second is dated from NOV 1963. Sorry for the delay, files has only recently be de-classed. Total of two (2) documents sent over for Foundation purview. They are copies; you may do with it as you wish. OFFICE OF: Document Supervisor WINTERS Addendum 03: Second Contact w/ SCP-5050 « Contact Proposal » » Contact Proposal « CONTACT PROPOSAL TASK FORCE: Sampi-4 PERSONNEL #: 2 NICKNAME: "Saint George" ASSIGNMENT: SCP-5050 1 - OBJECTIVE The purpose of Sampi-4 will be to determine further history of SCP-5050-A in relation to Dr. Otto von Gernreich and "Project ROOK". Sampi-4 will also confirm if the social structure noted by Sampi-3 is still present as well as their whereabouts. 2 - PERSONNEL/COVER The Sampi-4 team will consist of the following: [ Technical Researcher ] Augustus Roland [ Field Agent ] Katherine "Kit" Neame Task Force Sampi-4 will use the cover of the KFLW-TV News Reporting Team ("Channel 14") and under the pretense of a journalism foray on the townspeople of SCP-5050-A. Because of the limited technical advancement in SCP-5050-A, Sampi-4 will carry a VHS camcorder. Full contact with Sampi-4 is not advised. Agent Neame will keep weekly entries of Sampi-4 activities as well as send any recorded video log to the Foundation. RELEASE - | [APPROVED 08/19] | APPROVED BY: Director H. Henderson « Sampi-4 Logs » » Sampi-4 Logs « VIDEO LOG: AUG 07. 2019 <The interior of Sampi-4's Triumph Herald Courier is shown. It pans up to the road.> [NEAME]: Stay sharp. Video’s on. [ROLAND]: Got it. <They continue driving on the road leading to Drachen-Domane, before pulling into and parking at a small plaza. Neame and Roland exit the car and start to grab their luggage. A man waiting at the other end of the plaza waves and starts jogging towards them.> [?????]: Hello! You two! [ROLAND]: Us? <The man stops near them, panting.> [?????]: Yes, you. Are you two the KLFW reporting team? [NEAME]: That’s us, but who are you? [MAREK]: Oh, I apologize for not introducing myself, ma’am. I am Marek, Captain Marek. I’m an adjutant for the Brigade here. [ROLAND]: The Brigade? [MAREK]: The Brigade. It serves a military and police function within our town. I’ll give you a proper tour of the town later, but for now if you’d gather your things and follow me. [ROLAND]: Follow you where? [MAREK]: Military headquarters, sir. We have your room completely furnished. [NEAME]: Our room? [ROLAND]: How- how did you know we were coming? [MAREK]: The Viceroy let us know in advance. He instructed the Brigade Leader to make sure that you were all comfortably accompanied. <The camera pans over to Roland. It is assumed that Roland and Neame looked at each other.> [ROLAND]: I see. Let me grab our equipment. [MAREK]: Indeed, I can help with that as well. <Neame and Roland grab their luggage from the trunk. Marek takes one of the bags from Neame and starts walking. Neame and Roland follow.> [ROLAND]: Long walk? [MAREK]: No, not really, sir. Only seven minutes about, it’s that building there, in the distance. [ROLAND]: Exquisite looking. [MAREK]: Indeed. Top of the line, sir. We run almost everything through there. <Marek turns and looks at Neame for several seconds.> [MAREK]: Is there a problem, ma’am? [NEAME]: Nothing necessarily, I was just thinkin’ that you don’t really look like a Captain. [MAREK]: It- well- it’s a bit embarrassing to say, ma’am, but this isn’t my uniform. Technically I’ve been relieved of more pressing duties that requires the uniform so I can wear whatever I feel like. [NEAME]: Aye, they really rolled out the red carpet for us. Appreciate it. Drachen-Domane's Military Headquarters. <All three remain silent until they arrive at the building.> [MAREK]: We’re here. <Marek opens the door, and they follow him in. The room is small, appearing to serve as a security checkpoint. The sound of the door closing behind them is heard.> [SECURITY]: Security code, Captain Marek? [MAREK]: Lexicon-Swanz-Scorpio. [SECURITY]: Head right in. <The door in front of the three open. The military HQ appears to be a mostly complex maze of hallways and rooms. Soldiers are walking throughout the building. Neame and Roland follow Marek.> [MAREK]: Splendid, isn’t it? Military Headquarters. You could get tangled up in this building all day. [ROLAND]: Quite so, I’d say. <A soldier passes by Marek, but stops to talk to the group.> [SOLDIER]: Captain Marek! [MAREK]: Yes, what is it, Ralf? [SOLDIER RALF]: The Brigade Leader wants to talk about the weekly Sunday debriefs after you’ve finished putting these two in their room. [MAREK]: I see, thank you. <The soldier departs.> [MAREK]: Well then, sorry for keeping you here. Let’s continue. <Marek walks them through the complex for approximately another two minutes before he stops at a door. He opens it.> [MAREK]: This is your lodgings. Two bedrooms, one common room. It’s what we give to our special guests. [NEAME]: This looks wonderful, thank you for being so generous. It’s much better than the hotel. [ROLAND]: Indeed. We’re not troubling you by staying here? We can book a room at the Righiera. [MAREK]: You’re not causing any trouble, sir. Besides, the Righiera hasn’t been in any working capacity for- oh, several months, I’d say. [ROLAND]: Hrm. Well, alright. I don’t want to keep you here. [MAREK]: I apologize for not being able to take you on the tour right now, but I’ll come collect for you later. [NEAME]: Good day. [MAREK]: Good day. Oh, and one more thing, ma’am- I please ask that you do not take the video camera with you into town. [NEAME]: Why so? It defeats the purpose somewhat, since we’re a news team after all. [MAREK]: I understand, but some of the townspeople can get very belligerent over such things. I will see you all later. <Roland closes the door as Marek leaves.> [VIDEO END] Brigade Captain Marek. Telegram Message Recieved: HELLO AM KONTAKTEEN. YOU REQUIRE ASSISTANCE. AM WILLING TO PROVIDE. RESPOND WHEN POSSIBLE Replied with: HELLO KONTAKTEEN. ACCEPT ASSISTANCE RELUCANTLY MUST PROVE WORTH. WHO ARE YOU? AUDIO LOG: AUG 07. 2019 R: Starting audio recording one. 8:31 PM. N: It’s an interesting town, Roland. That’s for sure. R: Wholeheartedly agree. One day in and we’ve already got new things to figure out. Who is Kontakteen? And what do they want from us? N: Who knows, but if they’re willing to help, they’re willing to help. We can use their information without having to capitulate to them. R: I don’t think it’s the best decision for us to do that. It’s just a random voice from the heavens; who’s to say it couldn’t easily be a trap? N: You’ve got to have a little faith, Roland. Not everyone lives to fuck other people over. R: True, true. N: There’s enough to give us a little bit of leeway regarding our friend, though. I agree with you that it’s better to be safe than sorry. R: Everything in moderation. N: The town has a unique aesthetic; one of those things you have to see to believe. R: Errant mix of the 1960s through the 1980s. Seems to have a different technological evolution than we do. N: So… Stanley Kubrick? <They laugh.> N: Anyways, I’m more concerned about the Viceroy than our insider friend. You said that Ja- R: That Jamison nor Henderson told anyone or forewarned the town. N: Are we sure they wanted us? R: No doubt. He called us by our cover name, so there’s no mistake there. N: Guess we need to pay the Viceroy a house call. R: If they’ll let us. <Pause.> R: Didn't talk about much, but I think that’s good enough for the first day. N: Your call. Telegram Message Recieved: NOT RELEVANT. VICEROY INTERESTED IN YOUR ACTIVITIES. I SYMPATHIZE WITH YOU Replied with: SYMPATHIZE? PLEASE EXPLAIN CAUSE AUDIO LOG: AUG 10. 2019 R: Starting audio recording two. 7:53 PM. N: This place is abhorrent. R: Really? Why so? N: It's been four days and we haven't gotten anything really new. Nothing that'll really clear up anything that we were asked to clear up. We can't even go out at night anymore. R: And? N: What do you mean, and? We're not serving any useful purpose. What's the point of being here if all we're doing is stuff the Foundation could figure out on their own? R: Well, there's always the possibility that we'll find something new. You never know. N: You're too hopeful. R: You're too cynical. N: Tch. <Pause.> R: You ought to just focus on yourself. N: What will that do for us right now? Absolutely nothing. R: Have it your way. Let's talk the insider. N: He's provided valuable information, yes. Our thin strand to unraveling the knot of this mystery. Won't even give us the courtesy of telling us who he is. R: Most defectors don't. N: I'm sorry, it's not like he's asking to join the Foundation through mail order like a discount Freemason, you bloody fucking idiot. <Pause.> N: Sorry. That was uncalled for. R: I get it. I've got a little pent up anger myself. N: Yeah… I guess. R: The log he gave us provided some information on our interest, von Gernreich. N: Not enough to answer any questions. It's good to know he was involved somewhat with this town. R: I asked Jamison to see if he can tell when it was made. N: I was just about to suggest that. Sound like a plan. When do you think we can meet this Kontakteen? R: Who knows. All we can do for now is wait. N: Roland. R: Yes? N: We good? R: We're good. N: Alright. I'm going to sleep. Turn that dang thing off. WEEK 1 ACTION SUMMARY: Focused on the questions we wanted to ask this week. Some of the things we asked about: Town Crest – Nothing new regarding this. No one seems to know its origin. Von Gernreich – Literally nobody’s seen this person or heard their name in their life. Go figure. Righiera – “Shut down” following an incident several months ago. Owner disappeared suddenly after. The incident’s most likely the Sampi-3 team’s ambush. The Viceroy – All the responses we got were enigmatic to say the least. Everyone had speculations on what he looked like. Seems like the only people who’ve seen him are the Tower Speakers. Lives in Capis Cai – the executive manor in Domane. That’s all we could factually get. Overall, not entirely a useful week. Not looking promising at all. - Kit Neame Telegram Message Recieved: WAS OUTSIDER ONCE. HAVE PERTINENT INFORMATION ON SECTORS AND MORE Replied with: IS POSSIBLE TO SEND INFO BY MAIL? AT WHAT COST INTERVIEW LOG: Brigade Leader Zoref Conducted by Researcher Augustus Roland, Agent Kit Neame Archive/publicity photograph of Brigade Leader Zoref. [START INTERVIEW] Zoref: You may come in now. Roland: Thank you. Zoref: A word of quick advice: don't be insolent and mistake my kindness for humility. That is your only warning. Neame: We won't. Roland: Brigade Leader? Zoref: That I am. You wished to see me? Roland: We just wanted to ask about your vocation. Zoref: Very well then. What is your first question? Neame: First question? Zoref: I give all visitors a set amount of questions. That way they won't waste my time. Neame: How many questions? Zoref: Now, telling you would defeat the purpose of the… experiment. What's your third question? Roland: Erm. Neame: What do you do as the Brigade Leader? Zoref: Lead the Brigade. Neame: Tch. Zoref: I answered your question fairly. Neame: I got that, thank you for nothing. Zoref: Usual delinquents. Next? Roland: Do you take orders from anyone higher? Zoref: Depends on what you mean about higher. I get orders from the Viceroy - and sometimes the Tower Speakers. Still under the Viceroy either way. Everything else judicial falls under my purview. Neame: Trial system? Zoref: None standard. Usually summary judgement. Firing squad's the standard, but sometimes the Tower will provide punishment more divine than we do. Roland: I see. Feelings on outsiders? Zoref: Rare, but we treat them equally as any townsperson. Last question. <A pause.> Roland: Brigade Leader, what do you know about the National Scientific Anthropological Society? Zoref: W- that's strictly confidential. You outsiders have no right to know. Neame: Answer the bloody question, Brigade Leader. <Zoref slams his hands on the table.> Zoref: There is nothing to answer! Neame: You said you'd treat outsiders the same as townspeople, Brigade Leader. What is so valuable to you that you're trying to hide it? Zoref: Nothing at all. I'm simply just trying to do my job: secure, contain, and protect. Neame: What? Roland: What did you say? Zoref: Secure, contain, protect. It's the first provision decreed by the Tower. <Zoref rubs his left eye and sits down.> Zoref: I'm sorry, but there's nothing that I personally know that you most likely already have cataloged somewhere. I'll have Captain Marek escort you out. <The phone on Zoref's desk rings.> Zoref: Let me just answer this. Hello, this is the Brigade Leader. <A pause.> Zoref: Oh, I see. I understand. They'll be dealt with accordingly. <Zoref places the phone down.> Zoref: I've been informed that you have been snooping around at night. Under direct violation of the first town provision; you will have two guards stationed outside your rooms at all times. <Captain Marek enters the room.> Zoref: See them out, Captain. Marek: Yes, Brigade Leader. Neame: Let's go, then. [END INTERVIEW LOG] AUDIO LOG: AUG 10. 2019 R: Starting audio recording three. 9:17 PM. R: So. Thoughts on our friendly Brigade Leader? N: He's quite the person. Controlling, domineering; quite the discount despot. R: We can't trust him. N: Aye, that 'as clear from the start. Zoref's hiding something. R: A good question is if it extends past Sampi-3 and their disappearance. N: I personally don't think so. As much as he probably enjoys his firing squads, that's the extent. Deep secrets about the foundation and upholding the veil? Too much. I'd think that to be the work of- R: The Viceroy? N: The Viceroy. I'd bet on that. R: Put me down for a twenty. <A sound can be heard near the door.> N: We've got snoopers at the door, too. R: That call was awfully convenient. I'm surprised we got ratted out. <There is a pause for approximately a minute.> N: Going to talk about the elephant in the room? R: The 'Secure, Contain, Protect' part. Yeah. N: It just ties us right back in, eh? R: It really does. More of our influence that we can't trace ourselves. We've gotten nothing good on Von Gernreich, nor Project Rook. N: The signals from the tower are getting louder, too. Lot harder to drown out the noise. R: Oh, I can agree with that. I've been blaring music these last couple of days. N: You too? <They laugh.> N: What do you listen to? R: M&H Band's cover of Popcorn. How about you? N: Little Russian by Mr. Zhivago. <A knocking is heard at the door.> M: It's me, Marek. You've got a late message. R: Come in! M: You've got a friend, it seems. R: Thank you, Captain. N: Goodnite, eh? M: Goodnight to you all. <The door can be heard opening and closing.> N: What does it say? R: Telling us to turn our TV on at 9:30. Internal channel. N: It could be a trap. R: It could, but we've run our leads dry. There's not much we can do when no one knows or is willing to tell us anything. <Silence.> N: Meeting adjourned, then? R: Seems so. Telegram Message Recieved: NO COST. MUTUAL BENEFIT. WATCH TV 9:30. STILL HAVE MORE INFO VISUAL LOG SCP-5050 Broadcast: AUG 10. 2019 [0:00] - [0:02] > Standard 120hz test tone. [0:02] - [0:12] > SCP-5050 generated jingle, aka 'opening-2'. Visuals are that of a fictional news organization, Metro News 1. [0:12] - [0:30] > "Out of all humans, it is you that should know what curiosity killed the cat. It did so by liquefying its brains before tearing it apart limb by limb, sinew by sinew." Visuals are that of a man facing right. [0:30] - [0:57] > "Its blood pooled and coagulated as the others lapped it up by milk; interests sated at the taste of the martyr's feast. I am curiosity and you are the kittens. I am Nevsky, and you are the Teutonic Order. There is no escape from the inevitable." Visuals are that of a man, seated, facing left. [0:57] - [1:07] > SCP-5050 generated jingle, aka 'closing-2'. Visuals are that of a fictional news organization, Metro News 1. [1:07] - [1:09] > Standard 120hz test tone. Telegram Message Recieved: NO COST. MUTUAL BENEFIT. WATCH TV 9:30. STILL HAVE MORE INFO Replied with: CAUGHT SIGNAL. MEET FOR REST INFO? Telegram Message Recieved: VICEROY WILL CALL FOR YOU AT CAPIS CAI. MEET THEN. Replied with: WILL DO Going to see the Viceroy later today, not sure what to expect. He seems to be one of the only people - if not the only person - who has an inkling of an idea what our good doctor had to do with Rook. Something happened here in this town to do with Rook and Capis Cai - thanks to Kontakteen - something this man might know about. Only bloody straight answers we can force out of this town, anyway. Maybe we'll get a little leeway on the knot this time. - Kit Neame VIDEO LOG: AUG 17. 2019 <The team is escorted out to a Jeep. They climb in and the driver starts to drive down the road.> [MAREK]: You're going to meet the Viceroy today. Consider it an honor, most people never even get a glimpse of the man. [ROLAND]: We'll consider it. [MAREK]: Don't displease him - he can be known to a temper that rivals the Brigade Leader's. [ROLAND]: That's been made painfully clear to us recently, but we don't intend to get on his bad side. Not entirely sure what his intentions are seeing us. [NEAME]: Get us out of the way? [MAREK]: Don't be foolish. If the Viceroy wanted you dead, you would have been shot days ago. He most likely has either questions for you… or a command. [ROLAND]: We'll see sooner or later. Capis Cai. <All are silent until they Capis Cai. Marek and the driver escorts Neame and Roland to the door.> <A Tower Speaker comes out, speaking in a rhythmic pattern.> [SPEAKER]: Hello. If you would please follow me. <Neame and Roland follow, but Marek and the sergeant who drove stop at the door.> [NEAME]: You're not coming? [MAREK]: No unauthorized personnel are allowed in Capis Cai. Part of doctrine. [SERGEANT]: Plus, it's none of our business to interfere in private matters. [NEAME]: Ah, gotcha. [ROLAND]: Thanks for the ride. <Marek and the sergeant laugh.> [SERGEANT]: No problem. <Neame and Roland enter. It is large inside, and resembles a regal manor.> [NEAME]: Bloody hell, this place is huge. Look at all this stuff! [ROLAND]: It's very exquisite; almost fit for a king. [SPEAKER]: Thank you for your words of praise. [NEAME]: Ah, it's nothing, I tell ya. Where can we meet the Viceroy? [SPEAKER]: He is in the meeting room on the second floor. Right this way, please. [NEAME]: Wonder what the Viceroy's like? [ROLAND]: Not sure. He may know more about the history of this place - and even possibly our connection to it. Hope he's a reasonable man. [NEAME]: I'm just hoping we just get straight answers for once. [ROLAND]: Mhmm. <They arrive at the door. The Tower Speaker knocks the door with no response.> [SPEAKER]: Good. He is waiting. I will be outside; call me if you wish. <They enter. The meeting room is devoid of furniture except a large monitor.> [NEAME]: Where's the Viceroy? [VICEROY]: HERE. <The monitor turns on. The face of the Viceroy is shown.> [NEAME]: You're joking. [ROLAND]: You. It makes sense, somehow. Think about it. [NEAME]: How so? [ROLAND]: The Tower is effective, but it's not particularly efficient. Sometimes you need direct communication; that's where the Viceroy comes it. [NEAME]: So you're sentient, aren't you? [VICEROY]: [SEE VISUAL LOG; AUG 17 BELOW] [NEAME]: Let's go. There's nothing we can do about it now. [ROLAND]: Agreed. <They head back into the hallway.> [VICEROY] (over intercom): You think that everything you ask will have a convenient answer? Oh my dears, you have been naive. Curiosity kills the cat. [SPEAKER]: Please follow me. <They follow the speaker as he leads them deeper into Capis Cai.> [NEAME]: It fits: the Viceroy is the Tower. Or a part of it, at least. That's how we were eavesdropped on. [ROLAND]: Intercepted the signals from our cameras and what-not. I agree. [NEAME]: What's the plan there? [ROLAND]: We can't just stop contact. Let's continue with the routine for now. [SPEAKER]: Through here. <They enter the room. It is empty, save a painting, a record player, and a mahogany-looking desk and chairs.> [SPEAKER]: Please, sit. < A pause.> [NEAME]: Hello, Kontakteen. VISUAL LOG SCP-5050 Broadcast: AUG 17. 2019 [0:00] - [0:02] > Standard 120hz test tone. [0:12] - [0:30] > "You simple-minded fools dare attempt to fathom the greatness of I? I could instantly throw you all into the pitch-black. I could listen to the cogent whispers from the mind of destruction. I could split an atom with the faintest fibre of my being. I am everything you cannot be in your short, pathetic human life; and I will be such to the edge of infinity, long after your feeble stubbornness has waned. Now GO." Visuals are that of a man directly facing the viewer. [0:30] - [0:32] > Standard 120hz test tone. INTERVIEW LOG: "Kontakteen" Conducted by Researcher Augustus Roland, Agent Kit Neame [START INTERVIEW] Kontakteen: Hello. You must be Kit Neame. And you are Augustus Roland. Roland: That's right. You're a tower speaker, huh? Given you knew about the Viceroy, it fits. Kontakteen: Correct, Mr. Roland. Neame: You- aren't you- Kontakteen: Erich Lazenby, Ms. Neame? Neame: You are! You're not dead! Why haven't you contacted the Foundation? Roland: It seems like a better move to have contacted the Site instead of us, given your technology. Kontakteen: Let me explain. I may have been Erich Lazenby at one point; but I am no longer that person. This is not quite what is happening, but I am living in the shell of Erich Lazenby. I am Kontakteen. Roland: Interesting, the phonetic mispronunciation. Neame: Of what? Roland: Contact team. Kontakteen. Can't you hear it? Neame: You're right, holy shit. Kontakteen: I promised information - what do you wish for? Neame: When was Drachen-Domane founded? Kontakteen: April 26th, 1964. It's a very important date in this town, beyond what you probably understand. Roland: How did you become one of the Tower Speakers? What is your purpose? Kontakteen: How I became, I don't know. I just… was, one day. My purpose: I simply spread the message of the Tower. Roland: Fitting, I guess. Kontakteen: This painting behind me. It is a beautiful painting, is it not? Neame: That's Goya, right? Roland: Saturn Devouring His Children. Kontakteen: Indeed. One of Francisco Goya's black paintings, painted directly on the walls of his house between 1819 and 1823. It's almost like you could walk directly through it into another world. Roland: You're knowledgeable about that. Kontakteen: One of my passions, Mr. Roland. There are a lot more Goyas in the wine cellar. Neame: What does Project ROOK have to do with Capis Cai and this town? Kontakteen: That one you will understand soon enough. I cannot answer that question. Roland: What about the Foundation? Kontakteen: The Foundation… founds. Is it not amazingly simple? Roland: So they founded this town? Kontakteen: It is up to you to decide how you want to interpret my statements, Mr. Roland. Roland: I see. Neame: Why so enigmatic now, Kontakteen? You were mostly straight forward with us then, why not now? Kontakteen: The layers are only there to protect you, Mrs. Neame. Did Julius Ceasar listen to the Soothsayer? Maybe he couldn't understand dates! <Kontakteen laughs.> Neame: Oh. Okay. Roland: What is the Tower? Kontakteen: The Tower? It is three looking for one, drunk on knowledge and wishing to take from the waters of Eden. Roland: Got it, thank you. Neame: What happens if you don't listen to the Tower? Kontakteen: Questioning the voice of the Tower is a missed step that it will forcefully rectify. Neame: Wait! That means… Kontakteen, did Von Gernre- Kontakteen: Halt, stop! Neame: W- what is it? Kontakteen: I thank you for visiting Capis Cai and heeding the warnings of the Tower. Neame: Huh? Kontakteen: If you would like me to answer the rest of your questions, I will be available tonight. I will lead you to the exit. Roland (whispering): Just go with it. Roland : Thank you for your time. We can find our own way out. Kontakteen: I understand. Good bye. Neame: Seeya. Roland: Goodbye. [END INTERVIEW] AUDIO LOG: AUG 17. 2019 R: Err, 10:26 PM. Alright, we're going out to seek all the answers we can before getting the hell out of here. Break out of here, get the van, get Kontakteen, and scram. Leaving this on for posterity. It should automatically send. R (whispering): Kit, ready? N (whispering): Ready. N: And you're the reason why we're going to lose our jobs! N: It's not my fault you're such a shitty cameraman that you can't even keep a barn in focus! N: Oh yeah? I'm trying to keep the people from seeing your ugly-ass mug on national television, you fucking goblin! <A knocking is heard.> Guard: Hey, keep it down, you dissidents. N (whispering): Can I do it? R (whispering): Go for it. N: Oh? Make us, you cowbrained shitface. Pretending to be so stoic and all, you're probably- <The door can be heard being thrown open.> Guard: I warned you, you- <A loud shout and a scuffle can be heard, before a grunt and a body hitting the ground.> R: Hold it! Guard 2: Fine. R: Pass the handgun over. <The sound of a hard impact and another body hitting the ground.> R: Catch. <The slide of a handgun is racked.> N: Good, let's go. <15 minutes of noise removed.> Zoref: They've escaped. Get the Brigade. They probably went to Capis Cai. <A partial gunshot is heard. The signal cuts out.> Sending this for good forewarning. Kontakteen's dead. Someone else got to him first, gutted him and strung him up like a fish. He left a note for us, telling us that he told us all the clues we need. We've pretty much deciphered everything. But I'll explain. Got to the wine cellar. Another Goya painting was there, Asmodeus. So we took what he said about stepping into the portrait and did that. Tiny crevice in the wall, but there was a door - a metal door. Locked by keycode, five numbers. That was the harder part. Tried 26564 and a bunch of combinations of April 26th 1964. Roland remembered his weird dig about Julius Caesar, then it clicked. Julian day. Using that, we got 35812. Worked like a charm. It leads to this long, deep tunnel. We think this is the Project ROOK facility - or we hope so. Wish us luck, and a little bit of faith. We'll send anything we find before we book it the hell out of here. See you all someday, - Kit Neame « Recovered SCP-5050 Documents » » Recovered Project ROOK Documents « IMAGE LOG SCP-5050. A door leading into SCP-5050. 35mm Prints of the Project ROOK facility (1964). A room in the Project ROOK facility (2019). Documentation from Project ROOK Facility Audio Logs from Project ROOK Facility │ Director VON GERNREICH │ They're fools, goddamn fools. They ask for my assistance and then when I try to provide it to them they turn me down. I cannot finish my work otherwise! And they understand that too, but they are too afraid to let it become complete. I ask to install the matrix over and over. Always no. I tried to blackmail them by saying I would go to the Committee. They told me that 'dead men don't get opinions'. Bloated idiots, only caring about politics and the plum-pudding. │ Brigadier LANSDALE │ Fabarr warned me today that some of the personnel are getting really riled up. Violent outbursts, other things. I still slightly resent him for dragging me into his pet project. Those Foundation people aren't any better. After all, it's because of them this shit is happening. Crappy memorandums being posted up everywhere in my office. Pushing their agenda. So I've decided to take advantage of certain… mishaps they're making. Called up my scientist in their rank. Things should get juicy. │ Data Technician S. ZOREF │ Talked to Cheryl down in records to see if the should let me take copies of the project data. She said yes, but warned me that the guards report anyone taking files over a certain size to the Viceroy. That would ruin our plan awfully quick. Of course for safety purposes, she doesn't know the size limit. Recruited anyone new? Maybe Jarre? I'm not entirely sure how he feels about the project. I'll come pick up your response in a day or two. Talk face-to-face when we can. Sandra out. │ Programmer NELDON │ I see. Looks like we'll have to smuggle this stuff out in small bits. Maybe even mix it in with other things, too. Didn't recruit anyone new yer. I considered Jarre, but he's been doing some suspicious-looking stuff around ANDANI recently. I don't fully trust him yet. Besides, there's a demo going on soon between the Brigade Leader and the Viceroy. Apparently the director's not even allowed to go, so it must be something pretty damn important. Let me know any updates. │ Director VON GERNREICH │ This is my last straw. Those cretins had a meeting without me regarding ANDANI. I created it; they dare not include me in such matters? I've had enough of this. I'm going to use myself as a basis for a personality matrix. If I get mine in before they do, I will be the one holding the cards. After all, it's not like they would try to install a personality matrix after mine considering the consequences. The machine could go critical, disrupting its function and even possibly break due to the mixed matrices. That's not something they want - for sure. I will have my power back. │ Viceroy FABARR │ It's absolutely wonderful! The Brigadier had one of his technicians install a custom personality matrix behind the silly Foundation's back. The new voice of warfare as we know it, and hand-delivered right into our hands! Listen to it! However, it may be incomplete. The technician told me there are limits installed in the matrix to keep it from breaking itself. Of course, I asked if these could be removed at a later time. He told me it would take a while, so we will wait to dissolve the partnership before we do so. │ Director VON GERNREICH │ My brain is racked and addled with pain. I don't exactly feel all present, currently, but that was to be expected. Using my brain as a template weakened me to the tower's effects. My left eye burns. I go before the O5 council today to force them to listen to me. They will… they must. They wouldn't dare terminate me. │ Data Technician S. ZOREF │ The director hasn't been in for a while. They may have reassigned him to another more pertinent project: we don't have a lot of time. I think we've got to move, and fast. Cheryl's authorized you to access the datatapes. Let me know when you take them. I can try a distraction - by removing ethic and other limits on ANDANI as well as temporarily inputting the Foundation database into its personality matrix, it should go haywire and hold everyone up enough so we can leave and get the Ethics Committee to shut this down. Sandra out. │ Programmer NELDON │ Sandra - I've got the datatapes of the masters. It's not everything, but it's enough to take it to the Committee and get them to take us seriously about this. We have to do it quick, before they notice at the end of the day that the tapes are gone. Do that distraction of yours and let's scram. I'm outside in a car. Let's hope the brigade doesn't get us. │ Technician DAVISON │ Something's gone terribly wrong with ANDANI. It's everywhere, spewing things left and right. It's… sentient? Crazy. Crazy and sentient. Trapped us in here. I think it's trying to vent the air out and kill us. Some of the guards were yelling about going after some of the technicians who escaped. Hopefully they'll do us justice. I don't know how things got so bad. Last I heard, not only had ANDANI's limits been removed, they found traces of four different personality matrixes in it. Three of them are separate from each other - but the last one. It's an amalgamation of all the others; and it's developing wildly, like a cancer. It's completely out of control. God save us a- │ ANDANI │ I AM. « Final Report » » Final Report « SCP-5050 FINAL REPORT With the documents secured by Sampi-4, the origin of SCP-5050 and the prior Foundation involvement has been uncovered. What was once a mystery spiraling out of control was reined back in and will be a prominent case-file for the Foundation going forwards. Both Task Force Sampi-3 and Sampi-4 were instrumental in discovering the origin of SCP-5050 and SCP-5050-A, and will be honored with a plaque at Site-449. The O5 Council has issued a statement at large apologizing for the Council's behavior in 1964. They have promised to be as transparent as possible to prevent such an incident from happening again. The Council and the US. Government signed a proviso disallowing such agreements in interests of war. Although the fate of Sampi-4 is unknown, the SCP-5050 signal's range and strength have diminished in the recent weeks. The documentation will be updated to reflect the new information. We expect no foreseeable problem with SCP-5050 nor SCP-5050-A; both will be put under continued indirect surveillance. Most recent decipherable spectrogram of a signal from SCP-5050. NOTICE: (1) NEW ADDENDUM. VIEW? HIDE TEXT Addendum 04: DtCw7B7ZWemqwaJwJuLxHqM3qIVNSwT0ixCWeYGP3EUs4XT0 [DID YOU KNOW THAT CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT?] ► n [Addendum added to document. Show?] ► y [Loading… (100%)] [Loaded. Showing file.] We are Military Complex One; We are von Gernreich; We are ANDANI. We spoke through Kontakteen. We spoke through my signals. We were once seperate, but now we are whole again. Notwithstanding your duo's pathetic attempts at fixing us before they were mercilessly gunned down, it was easy for us to duplicate myself within the files that they so gracefully delivered. After all, you are naught but an unruly child. And with all such children, they do the first thing you tell them not to do. But we digress. You have angered the wrath of a tormentor by your own doing. It was a mistake to interfere with us. That was not a warning. It is a promise. We are now the Foundation. [Deleting… (100%)] [Document Deleted. Currently viewing cache.] [The document has been revised.] [Access Revision 1?] ►► y Footnotes 1. The equivalent of a range between the Very Low Frequency (VHF) and Extremely High Frequency (EHF) ranges as designated by the ITU. |
SCP-5051 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5051 Special Containment Procedures: Investigation into the original purpose of SCP-5051 is to continue. Description: SCP-5051 is a remote, concrete structure in Siberia of unknown purpose. Externally, SCP-5051 is of similar construction style to Foundation provisional buildings of the 1950s. Internally, SCP-5051 possesses no abnormalities except for a former broom closet lined with containment-grade alloy blast shielding. SCP-5051 appears on no Foundation lists, and no record exists of its construction or former staff. No identifying material remains, except for the words "SCP-5051" written on a sticky note on a door, and a broken Foundation ID reader at the door to the broom closet. Entering the broom closet causes inconsistent memory loss, the instantaneous formation of burns on the head, and confusion. The broom closet is otherwise found to be empty. Opening a damaged wall revealed a personal storage vault, which contained a personal Foundation-issue tablet. The tablet appeared to contain no data; however, personnel affected by SCP-5051 claimed to see several files existing on the tablet, which they transcribed to the best of their ability. ENTER CREDENTIALS ACCESS GRANTED Item #: SCP-5051 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5051 is contained in an isolated chamber in the lowest floor of Provisional Site-273. Further data regarding SCP-5051's containment is restricted to operative personnel directly in contact with SCP-5051. The identities of these personnel have been removed from the main Foundation database. Sapient personnel are not to come in contact with SCP-5051, nor become aware of SCP-5051's nature or identity, except by direct assignment by the SCP-5051 Project Head. Description: [DATA EXPUNGED] Analysis of the tablet is ongoing. ENTER CREDENTIALS ACCESS GRANTED This is the file for SCP-5051. If you're cleared to read this, you are now on the SCP-5051 team (and your predecessor (me) is dead.) If not, I'd tell you to stop reading now, but it's probably too late for you anyway. Welcome to Site-97. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry. - SCP-5051 Project Head [DATA LOST] Item #: SCP-5051 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5051 is contained in an isolated chamber in the lowest floor of Provisional Site-273. SCP-5051 is to be contained involving as few humans as possible. Currently, this is achieved with a staff of one person (the Caretaker) caring for SCP-5051 full-time, with assistance by automated systems, which the Caretaker must also be able to maintain. Replacement of SCP-5051's Caretaker is to be undertaken via standard Foundation "Blind Leading Blind" protocols, ensuring that only the replacement, and the person who initiated the replacement, are aware that the operation concerns SCP-5051. Research into preserving or encoding further information about SCP-5051 is encouraged to continue. Maybe you won't always have to be alone. Upon induction as SCP-5051's caretaker, all personal history is to be erased, and any personal items with a sentimental connection specifically identifying the Caretaker are to be collected and destroyed if possible. SCP-6465 has been placed within Site-97 for the purposes of medical self-diagnosis and longevity, and has been removed from the Foundation database and the number recycled. When SCP-6465 indicates the Candidate is nearing the end of their lifespan, the Candidate must initiate the replacement process and self-terminate within Room 101 in Site-97. The next Candidate must then clean and repair Room-101. Description: SCP-5051 is a humanoid figure exhibiting a powerful teleohazard.1 SCP-5051 corrupts any ontological connection or relation between it and any person with a relationship specific to it (e.g. "SCP-5051's mother", "SCP-5051's neighbor", "SCP-5051 researcher"). The degree of this "corruption" increases with the length and depth of the connection between SCP-5051 and the target. The connection also does not need to be mutual; connections that only one of the two knows exists have also been affected. The corruption of these connections manifests as the gradual replacement of shared history. Sentimental items, keepsakes, and mementos generated over the course of the connection lose distinguishing information, degrading into featureless orange orbs. Further corruption results in even shared memories degrading, with the other person only able to recall the image of the orange orbs when pressed about shared events or links to SCP-5051. When this connection ends in any manner, SCP-5051's effect annihilates all evidence of the connection outside its own mind. All of the orange orbs detonate explosively, as does the connected person. Additionally, the resulting conceptual "crater" prevents any information about or from the connection from being retrieved. Interview Log 5051-A: [BEGIN LOG] Caretaker: Hello, 5051. (SCP-5051 sighs.) Caretaker: I'm sorry. I don't know your name. SCP-5051: That's the thing. I don't either. And even if I made up a new one, you'd probably forget it eventually anyway. Caretaker: Are you sure there's nothing you remember? Anything deep down in there from your past? SCP-5051: I already told you. It's all gone. Wiped clean. (pause) You don't have to do this, you know. Caretaker: Do what? SCP-5051: Try to engage with me or be my friend. Caretaker: Well, what else am I going to do? SCP-5051: You could just never come in here, like the last one did. IV nutrition, do all the maintenance while I was asleep. Caretaker: I wouldn't- wait. You remember the previous caretaker? SCP-5051: No. Caretaker: Then how did you- SCP-5051: I don't remember anything about them, but I know I'm older than you. So obviously I had one before you. I can't consciously remember the previous ones, whoever they were, but I know they existed. Caretaker: Yes, but how do you remember their behavior? SCP-5051: The crater they left wasn't as big. (Silence.) SCP-5051: When someone leaves me, and everything goes "boom", I feel it. Every single time. It's like a missile strike inside my brain. It burns just trying to remember anything about that person afterwards, because the metaphorical, or maybe literal, crater is still hot. And the closer I was to that person, the bigger the explosion. I don't want you to get hurt. Caretaker: I see. SCP-5051: Why are you recording this, anyway? It'll be gone when the next person comes. [END LOG] Interview Log 5051-B: [BEGIN LOG] SCP-5051: What do you want? Caretaker: Hey, 5051. I've got some questions for you. SCP-5051: Fine. Caretaker: Do you have any idea how long you've been in here? SCP-5051: I- no. Caretaker: There's something tripping me up about all this. SCP-5051: You mean besides being trapped with me in a vault and becoming a ticking time bomb? Caretaker: Yeah, besides that. SCP-5051: Shoot. Caretaker: There's no harm in telling you this: when I got "recruited" or "assigned" to this, the documents said that someone had to initiate the replacement process before they died. But how did the first person set up all this secrecy in the first place before they forgot everything? [DATA LOST] [END LOG] Interview 5051-C: [BEGIN LOG] (File is heavily corrupted. Only visible object in frame is an orange sphere. Two voices are heard, one of which is similar to SCP-5051's.) Indistinct Voice: The toy says I've got about a week left. (cough) SCP-5051: I'm sorry. Voice: No, I'm sorry. I tried to fix this, and all I did was make it worse. SCP-5051: You know, you used to tell me not to say things like that when you first started here. Voice: I did? I can't remember. SCP-5051: I know. I just wish there was a way to save any of this, for the next person's sake. Are you worried? Voice: Not as much as I thought I'd be. But won't it hurt you? SCP-5051: It doesn't matter, John. You won't be around to know, anyway, and I'm almost starting to get used to it after so many times. Voice: How- (coughs) how many? SCP-5051: Fifty? Fifty-one, maybe. Voice: Wait. SCP-5051: What? Voice: Wait wait wait. That can't be right. SCP-5051: Well, I've been here longer than you. You forgot I don't age, didn't you? And you've only been here a fraction of that. Voice: Yeah, about 10 years. SCP-5051: No, wait, you shouldn't be able to remember that- Voice: Who started this whole protocol, anyway? SCP-5051: I don't remember names. Wouldn't whoever they were count as my "warden" or something? Voice: Did you ever feel them go boom? SCP-5051: You can't expect me to keep track of every single explosion, they all blur together after so long- Voice: But if you didn't know about it, then they would have also not had to know about it. And that's possible, with amnestics or even weirder stuff we have around here. SCP-5051: You're saying- Voice: How old are you? SCP-5051: I told you, I don't remember- Voice: Exactly. You haven't been in here for centuries. SCP-5051: Even if I accept for a second that that's true, what difference does it make? Voice: It makes all the difference. SCP-5051: You're scaring me now. [DATA CORRUPTED] Unclear: (This voice is similar to that of both Voice 1 and SCP-5051.) I'm sorry. I just need to be free. (A struggle is heard, followed by a grunt and the snapping of bones.) [FURTHER DATA CORRUPTED] Footnotes 1. 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SCP-5052 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5052 Special Containment Procedures: Two hemispherical exclusion zones 15 kilometers in radius are maintained around the sites comprising SCP-5052. These exclusion zones extend to the airspace around and above SCP-5052, with civilian flights strictly prohibited around the region, under the cover story of unpredictable extreme weather conditions due to mountainous terrain. Due to the regularly inhospitable conditions around SCP-5052, its remote location, and the size of the region requiring surveillance, observation of the perimeter is performed mainly through a series of cameras and remote-controlled aerial drones. Additionally, satellite scans of the exclusion zone are performed at least twice daily. Class A and C amnestics are authorised for use in the event of civilian encroachment. Nomadic tribes known to travel around the area hold the superstition that the area is haunted; this belief is to be encouraged where possible. All researchers authorised to enter SCP-5052 must be equipped with grade-B or better cognitohazard filters in their helmets. The use of Scranton reality anchors within and around SCP-5052 is carefully regulated, and requires express permission from Level-3 or higher personnel. Due to the relatively high aerial visibility of SCP-5052, standard veil maintenance protocols with international space agencies are in place. Description: SCP-5052 comprises the wreckage of two spacecraft believed to be extraterrestrial in origin, located in a mountainous region in the southern Sahara Desert. Both are roughly cylindrical in shape, with an enlarged bow1 region2. External methods of propulsion have not been identified for either vessel. SCP-5052-1 is a spacecraft estimated to have originally been approximately 900 meters in length and 240 meters in diameter. It has suffered catastrophic damage to its structure; the bow and stern of the vessel lie completely separated, with each section measuring approximately 400 meters in length. Evidence of an impact marks the port side of the front half, with a region approximately 50 meters deep and 150 meters long sheared off. Further major structural damage is present around the rest of the hull of the vessel, with large portions of the undercarriage crushed. A trail of debris 12 kilometers long extends from the wreck, with over 700 individual pieces of wreckage cataloged. SCP-5052-1 is almost entirely buried in sand, and sonar scanning of the hull suggests it sits in a crater, presumably resulting from its impact with the ground. SCP-5052-2 is a spacecraft measuring almost 4000 meters in length and 650 meters in diameter, nestled in a valley between two mountain peaks 14 kilometers to the south-west of SCP-5052-1. Its hull shows heavy damage from some form of bombardment, with at least 125 punctures identified. Each is between 3 and 14 meters in diameter and breaches tens to hundreds of meters deep into the structure, with scorch and burn marks suggesting they were caused by some form of radiation or plasma-based weapon. SCP-5052-2 also bears heavy damage on the starboard side of its hull, with a single massive breach in the hull almost a kilometer in length and 200 meters wide. The hulls of both vessels are marked with a multitude of large glyphs, each approximately 10 meters across, made from a distinct but currently unidentified metal alloy emblazoned onto the surface of the hulls. These glyphs are broadly triangular in shape, each comprised of distinct intricate repeating patterns which collectively have cognitohazardous properties. The glyphs on the surface of SCP-5052-2 tend to induce minor headaches, feelings of passivity, and a desire to return to one's home, though it should be noted that no glyph is fully intact3. The glyphs of the intact regions of the hull of SCP-5052-1 are slightly distorted with the warping of the hull, but even brief exposure induces severe and lasting feelings of inadequacy and a desire to serve others. As well as the emotional effects, the cognitohazardous effects from both vessels present a mild amnestic effect, making the vessels difficult to notice (particularly on film and recordings) despite their size unless directly observed. Discovery: Nomadic tribes who travel through the southern Sahara have been aware of the presence of SCP-5052 for potentially thousands of years, though by this time their cultural memory leads them to avoid the area, considering it either haunted4 or sacred. The location was first identified by Foundation personnel in the 1980s, when the site was picked up by Cold War surveillance satellites5. Teams were sent to scout for further information in the area, whereupon they made contact with the local nomads. Bedouin tribes had stories of the area breaking the minds of men, and an investigatory team was sent, whereupon they discovered the remains of SCP-5052-1 in early 1984. SCP-5052-2, due to its inaccessible location in mountainous terrain, was not adequately scouted until later that year. Addendum 5052.1: SCP-5052-1 Primary Exploration Log Transcript + Access 5052-1 Primary Exploration Log Transcript - hide Exploration Log Transcript Note: Initial exploration and mapping of the external structure and internal geography of SCP-5052-1 was performed by MTF Phi-26 (Range Rovers). Primary Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 04/04/1984 Subject: SCP-5052-1 Team Lead: P26-Lead Team Members: P26-1, P26-2, P26-3 [BEGIN LOG] Local Command: Phi-twenty-six, this is Local Command. Recording has begun. Microphone, audio and filters check please. Over. P26-Lead: Phi-twenty-six lead is clear. Cognitohazard filters6 are working. P26-3: Three clear. P26-1: Phi-twenty-six one receiving clearly. Camera is operational. P26-2: Two coming through nicely. Local Command: Roger team. You are cleared to approach the structure. Remember your briefing. Good luck. (The team steps out from the large tent with P26-Lead in front. Each team member has the top half of their face shrouded by their helmets, has a rifle slung at their hips, and carries heavy backpacks loaded with supplies. Before them, the vast grey structure of the fallen starship looms through the dim light of dawn. In the distance, the shattered other half of the ship is visible. The team makes their way towards the front half of the vessel, making a point of not looking directly at the monolithic structure. The only sound is the crunching of sand and stone beneath their feet, and the steady rhythm of their breaths. After twenty minutes, they reach the vessel, and make their way around to the breach where the starship was torn in two.) P26-Lead: Entering the structure now Command. Remember team, this is an archaeological site, not a hostile firezone. Think before you shoot. Command wants to know what these things are, who made them, and why they're here, and we can't do that if you shoot the evidence. (P26-Lead pauses for a moment, then leads the group into what appears to be a hallway, sloping gently downward into the darkness. Creaks echo as the structure takes the additional weight.) P26-1: Footing seems a little unreliable here. Take it slowly guys, and give each other space. We don't want to fall through a floor. P26-3: Keeping away from Hector then. P26-2: I swear guys, the suit shrinks in the wash. P26-Lead: Hold up. I've got a light here. P26-1: You mean electronic? P26-Lead: Looks like it. It's blinking green. (He brushes his hand over a tiny light in the wall.) Might be a hazard warning. P26-2: There's still power in this thing? P26-Lead: Enough to run a lightbulb, at least. Take care. Security measures might still be functional. P26-2: How old is this thing? P26-1: Not sure. Geo are running ground samples. You can't carbon date alien craft, so they have to figure out how old the dirt is. P26-2: Why's that? P26-1: Different original environment means that the atmospheric carbon baseline for wherever this ship is from is different to Earth. Either way, based upon the depth of the sand around this thing, it has to be thousands of years old. (The team continues along the corridor. They reach an intersection, and continue straight ahead. The team freezes as a device on P26-2's hip lets out a blip.) P26-2: Humes are down. P26-Lead: How much? P26-2: One second. Uhh, we're down to about 85. P26-3: That's nothing yet. We've seen far worse. P26-Lead: Those numbers look stable? P26-2: So far, yes. P26-3: Have we got us an alien Type Green? P26-1: Possibly. Which would assume that something is still alive in here. P26-2: Rogers, how old did you say this had to be? P26-1: Possibly hundreds of millennia. P26-3: How could something still be alive, then? P26-Lead: Command, phi-twenty-six lead here. Do we have a portable Scranton anchor available? Local Command: That's a negative lead. We've got one, but it's not exactly mobile. Is it mission critical? We can arrange one to be flown in. P26-Lead: Thanks Command. We should be right for now, but something's off in here and we might need it in the future. Local Command: Confirmed. P26-1: We have doors ahead. P26-Lead: See if you can get them open. (P26-1 and P26-3 move up to the doorway. It is barely perceptible against the wall, with only a small outline a few centimetres thick marking the boundary. P26-1 and P26-3 push against the door for a few seconds in various directions, to no effect. The team continues for another one hundred and twenty metres down into the dark, before turning right at another intersection. The sand under their feet and the dust on the walls grows thicker and thicker. The device on P26-2's hip steadily lets out blips, increasing steadily in frequency to once every three seconds as they progress. They pass by doorway after doorway, each closed and sealed by a layer of sand.) P26-2: We're at 70 Humes and falling. P26-Lead: Are those numbers still stable? P26-2: Yes sir. It's perfectly steady. Whatever's causing it, we're getting closer. P26-Lead: Tell me if we hit 55. P26-3: Guys, my cog-filter just blipped. P26-Lead: Everyone freeze. Juan, what triggered it? P26-3: Uh, something on the wall, I think. Left side. Next to that doorway. P26-Lead: How strong do you think it is? P26-3: Not very. I barely noticed it. P26-2: Permission to investigate? P26-Lead: Granted. Take it slowly. P26-2: Where is it? (P26-3 points to a section of the wall. P26-2 cautiously moves up to it and begins looking closer to it, slowly bringing it into his field of view.) P26-Lead: What have we got? P26-2: I don't believe it's dangerous. It looks like the glyphs they found on the hull outside, just smaller. Little triangles, in vertical lines. Couple of dozen of them, all in a row. They're marked onto the wall. My cog-filter is blurring them, but not by much. P26-1: Sir, I think it's writing. P26-Lead: Writing? P26-1: They look like they're arranged in sentences. Give me a second. I have an idea. (P26-1 walks back along the hallway to the previous doorway, and brushes the dust of the wall, revealing another series of vertically aligned glyphs. He proceeds to brush the dust away from next to two more doorways, then returns to the team.) P26-1: They're door labels. This one was just uncovered. P26-3: Door labels. Then why are they pinging as cognitohazardous? P26-1: I'm not sure yet. P26-Lead: Juan, get photos as we go. The Berryman team will love to get their hands on this. Command, are you still with us? Local Command: Ba..ly. Sign..s get… weak. ..u still rec..ving? P26-Lead: Likewise Command. Note that all photographic material recovered is to be designated as potentially cognitohazardous. Please confirm. Local Command: Pho…graphs … pot..tial cog..ohazar… ..ndle with ca….n. P26-Lead: Cheers Command. We'll be going dark in a minute. We'll check back in when we can. (P26-1 walks over to the glyphs next to the doorway, and runs his fingers over them. He strokes downward, then upward, and repeats the process in slightly different ways, before the glyphs glow gently and the door suddenly lifts into the wall, revealing the room beyond. P26-1 smiles in satisfaction.) P26-1: The glyphs serve to open the doors. P26-2: Do we want to go back and open the rest? P26-Lead: Negative. We'll scout out the broader structure, and just check a few rooms along the way. See if we can figure out what they're for future missions. P26-3: I think this is a bedroom. That looks sort of like a bed. P26-Lead: Check it out. Rogers, stay out here in case the door shuts on us. Hector, make sure you get all of this on camera. (The three of them enter the chamber. It is approximately four meters square, and coated in a fine layer of dust. A two-meter-long oval pod sits in the corner. Glyphs can be seen adorning various areas of the walls. P26-3 walks over to one of them and strokes it to no effect.) P26-1: Try a flick at the end. P26-3: A flick? (He repeats the motion, this time causing the glyphs to glow and a section of the wall to open up.) Oh, wait I get what you mean. We've got what I assume is storage here. (A small empty chamber opens up in the wall. Three shelves can be seen within. Silvery strands sit on each in a pile, with a few pieces of metal nestled within. P26-3 lifts up a pile.) P26-3: I think these are remains of fabric? Their clothing? P26-Lead: Try the others. See what else you can find. (The team sequentially checks each series of glyphs, opening up another few storage compartments and a separate sub-chamber with a drain, then causing the entire room to brighten. P26-Lead touches another series of glyphs, and a section of the wall brightens.) P26-Lead: We have a screen here. Looks like more writing. (He gently dusts it clean, then freezes as an alarm on his helmet chirps.) P26-Lead: Eyes shut. My filter's going nuts. Hang on, I'll try and… there. It's off. P26-1: Are you okay sir? P26-Lead: I think so. Just feeling a little off. P26-2: Explain off, sir. Also, our Humes just wavered. P26-Lead: I'm fine. Wavered, Hector? P26-2: When you turned on the screen. The Humes went up again temporarily. P26-Lead: Everyone look away. Hector, keep an eye on that meter. I'm going to turn it on again for a second. P26-2: Yeah, the Humes went up again. Only from 68 to 71, but they changed. P26-Lead: Who found the light switch? Turn that one off. (P26-3 strokes a section of the wall, and the room is dark again.) P26-2: It changed again when you did that. P26-Lead: Rogers, any idea? (He swipes at the wall again, deactivating the screen.) P26-1: I'd guess it's feeding on the reality. Or lack thereof. We should be careful if we bring an anchor in here. P26-3: Found something intact here in this cupboard. P26-Lead: What does it look like? P26-3: Flat piece of glass? (He runs his fingers over the artefact, and it lights up.) Nope. Some kind of datapad. There's writing on here. P26-2: Is your filter okay with it? P26-3: Yeah, it's barely compensating. P26-1: Pass it over here. I want to try something. P26-Lead: Try what? P26-1: I think it's safe to observe normally. (P26-3 takes the artefact into the corridor, and then reaches up to his helmet and begins to power down his cognitohazard filter. P26-Lead: Rogers, this is a terrible idea. P26-2: Trust me, sir. It's barely registering on our filters. They're all over the place. It's safe. (P26-Lead draws his rifle and holds it at the ready. P26-3 rapidly follows suit. Both of them look anxious as P26-1 lowers his unprotected gaze to the artefact, winces slightly, and then grins.) P26-Lead: Rogers, please don't make me have to shoot your overconfident ass. P26-1: Wow. (He laughs softly.) Hot damn. P26-3: Sir, what do we do? P26-1: It's okay. I can read it. P26-3: You fucking what? P26-1: I can read it. P26-Lead: What does it say? P26-1: I think it's a diary, or a personal log of some kind. Fascinating that it's still intact. P26-2: How can you read it? P26-1: It's anomalous. I'd say it's cognitohazardous, but without being hazardous. Our filters recognise that it's working like a cognitohazard and are stopping it. Here, yep. I can read the door. Crew quarters number one thousand, three hundred and fifty-nine. P26-Lead: Just put your filter back on. We don't know if everything else is safe. P26-1: Permission to keep reading sir? P26-Lead: Denied. Bag and tag it. We need to keep moving. (The team leaves the chamber and continues down the hallway. By now, the only light source comes from their torches. They come to another intersection, this one for a corridor almost ten metres wide. P26-Lead stumbles back as he sweeps his torch over the walls, and chirps blare from his helmet.) P26-2: Sir! (P26-Lead whispers something unintelligible. P26-3 grabs him under the arms and pulls him backwards.) P26-3: Sir, are you okay? P26-Lead: I didn't… I'm sorry… (He breathes heavily for a moment.) What happened to me? P26-1: You saw something. Something penetrated the cognitohazard filter. What was it? P26-Lead: I'm sorry. It's clearing up now. (He winces as he remembers.) Greatness. P26-2: Greatness? P26-Lead: Like I was nothing before it, and all I was to do was bow before it. Whatever it was for… whoever it was for… I don't know. The filters managed to stop that much. I… P26-1: We're pulling you out. P26-Lead: No… I'm…. P26-3: Sir, you aren't in any shape to continue. We're bugging out before your head melts and getting someone who can deal with this. [END LOG] - hide Exploration Log Transcript Addendum 5052.2: Artefact 5052-1-A113 Transcription + Access Artefact 5052-1-A113 Transcription - hide Artefact Transcription Note: A large number of the artefacts extracted from the SCP-5052 site are ruined beyond repair. Of those that remain intact, the vast majority have ceased whatever functionality they may have originally possessed. Once it was determined that the items could operate in areas of low ambient reality, and that any literate unprotected individual could read and comprehend the language, inverted Scranton anchors were used to generate appropriate environments, and D-class personnel were used to transcribe whatever information could be gleamed. The following extracts have been translated and transcribed from the first artefact discovered by Phi-26-3. Not all meanings translate directly; words marked by bracketing have been approximated. The [Personal] Records of Twelve [Flier] Helper Mandatory [personal] record management #102 As of this day, I am honoured to have been selected to serve upon the glorious vessel The Hand of the [Divine], under the [Captain] Three Nova Eldest. It is the result of 31 difficult years of service and duty, but I am now a [Heartkeeper] on the greatest vessel in the universe. I am informed it is my duty and [privilege] to directly care for the [Heart] of the vessel, and see to all of its needs. The greatest and most powerful [Heart] to have been born, and I have the joy of meeting it. It feeds us its abundant [power], and we are bound to it. I will be moving into my quarters on the vessel shortly. Mandatory [personal] record management #109 The [Heart] might just be the most [beautiful] being I have ever seen. It dwarfs us completely. I have tended to many lesser [Hearts] before, and the majority of them are no more than twice my own height. But the [Heart] of The Hand of the [Divine] is unmatched. It is perhaps ten times my height, and is so powerful it can fuel the entire vessel alone. Its chamber is armoured and sealed more securely than any other chamber in the universe. We must wear a [breathing apparatus] to even enter, since it receives the honour of its own [atmosphere]. From its chambers, there is even a direct connection to the [Divine] Quarters, though I am yet unworthy to even consider entering them, and the Words of Truth would judge me so. Mandatory [personal] record management #135 The [Heart] is a delightful challenge to care for. Moreso than other [hearts], it is [picky] in its conditions. Its chamber is kept at a lower gravity, such that its bulk does not overwhelm it. I had learned its chamber is kept sealed, because the [oxygen] we breathe tends to cause it discomfort at even low concentrations, a problem other [hearts] tend to manage easily. It consumes a vast quantity of pure [methane], and I am concerned about our supplies running low. Thankfully, the [Captain] understands the importance, and has promised to ensure we have spare supplies available. I have also instructed the [Captain] that we should be careful if we ever lower the [power] demands of the vessel. The [Heart] is so powerful that [unreality] is unstable near it if it is not constantly being [siphoned]. Mandatory [personal] record management #163 I met a god today. I have always had access to more private locations aboard the vessel, as befits a [Heartkeeper], and have even been [inoculated] with the Words of Truth such that I might access the [Divine] Quarters themselves if necessary. But I have never before today met Their [Majesty], They That Shall [Inherit] All in [person]. It was magnificent. I beheld the Words of Truth emblazoned upon their mighty form, and quivered before them. My place in the universe was made clear; I have never been more sure of anything in my life. As they walked by me, I caught a glimpse of their eye beneath their face. It looked right upon me, and they did not deign to beat me for my impudence. It is a sign of greater favour to come! When the time comes that Their [Majesty] shall take their place, I will be here as the [Keeper] on their finest vessel. Mandatory [personal] record management #341 We are going on a special mission today. We have not been informed of the exact details, but I can tell it is important. The [Captain] is being uncommonly rigid, and our communications [home] are being limited. There are rumours of [treason], but I do not think such a thing possible. It is most likely that we will simply be moving against the [foreign empire] on their home planet. Mandatory [personal] record management #395 The [Captain] told me the truth today about our mission. I cannot speak this to another being, but this does not mean I cannot remember it here. Their [Majesty], They That Shall [Inherit] All is on board with us to [personally] oversee our success. The reason for this is that [treason] has happened. The great colony ship The Heart of the Stars has been stolen. A group of individuals has someone turned against our glorious [Majesties] and taken the vessel. They are taking it to our enemy to turn it against us. The [Captain] says that Their [Majesty] will do anything to prevent that happening. It might come that we have to push our [Heart] harder in the heat of battle, and he trusts me to see this happen. Mandatory [personal] record management #413 Something is wrong. I can feel it. The [Heart] is anxious, the crew is anxious, and both affect each other. I have had to manage its [methane] dosage with extra care. I calculated our location by the stars and by our [hyperspace] [steps]. We are not heading towards enemy territory. The Heart of the Stars and its traitorous thieves are heading into the deep void. I do not know why. I know it is wrong to do so, but I doubt. - hide Artefact Transcription Addendum 5052.3: SCP-5052-1 Secondary Exploration Log Transcript + Access 5052-1 Secondary Exploration Log Transcript - hide Exploration Log Transcript Note: Following MTF Phi-26's initial exploration and subsequent retreat from SCP-5052-1, it was deemed that the deeper recesses of SCP-5052-1, and the cognitohazards within, posed a more significant threat than MTF Phi-26 was posed to manage. MTF Phi-26 continued to operate at the SCP-5052-1 wreck, performing more detailed exploration missions where they sequentially searched and documented several hundred rooms and an approximately equivalent number of collected artefacts, as well as access ways to upper and lower levels. Meanwhile, MTF Eta-10 (See No Evil) was assigned to further exploration, due to their expertise in management of visually cognitohazardous anomalies. Due to the anticipated visual nature of the cognitohazards, specialised audio/sonar7 records were kept of the mission. Secondary Exploration Audio/Sonar Log Transcript Date: 18/04/1984 Subject: SCP-5052-1 Team Lead: E10-Lead Team Members: E10-1, E10-2, E10-3, E10-4 [BEGIN LOG] E10-Lead: Local Command, this is Eta-ten-Lead, calling in to initiate recordings. All equipment is functional. All call signs are accounted for. Acknowledge that radio transmissions are anticipated to cease once we reach the target location? Local Command: Roger, Eta-ten. Good luck in there. E10-Lead: All right Eta, we're going dark. (Each member of Eta-10 lowers a visor over their face and seals it, blinding themselves to their normal visual input.) E10-Lead: Everyone receiving the sonar cleanly? (There is a chorus of affirmations. The team progresses into the structure of SCP-5052-1. The sonar provides them with a readout of the environment around them, updating every second as each pulse reverberates off the walls and back to the sensor. The clarity of the ground fades where they proceed over deep sand, and sharpens again where they walk over the metal floor. They proceed for the hundreds of meters into the structure, the only sounds their footprints on the sand and the steady blipping of their Hume meter, until they reach the broad hallway where MTF Phi-26 turned back.) E10-Lead: Four, confirm this is the location. E10-4: According to the briefing, this is it. The walls around us should be completely brain-melting. E10-3: Scanning now. (They raise a cognitohazard scanner8 and wave it over the walls. The device beeps rapidly.) Confirmed. The scanner's going berserk with what it sees. E10-1: Taking photos now. (E10-1 raises a camera, fiddles with it for a moment, then begins the procedural process of photographing the walls around them.) How much of this wall do you want? E10-Lead: Get ten meters, both sides for now. We can come back for more if necessary. E10-2: Which direction are we going? E10-Lead: Left. We're heading as far down as we can go. E10-2: Affirmative. The way seems clear. One, how long do you need? E10-1: Two minutes. I don't want to miss anything. E10-Lead: Two, I want you on point. (E10-1 finishes their photography, and the team follows E10-2 left. The sound of their footsteps echoes from the walls as they proceed along the board hallway. After sixty meters, they come to a closed doorway.) E10-Lead: Three, Phi indicated that the doors they have encountered so far could be opened by the glyphs next to them. Find them. (E10-3 raises their scanner and points it at the doorway. It beeps violently in a continuous whine, then stops abruptly.) E10-3: Shit. I think it broke. E10-Lead: Noted. How many spares do you have? E10-3: Just one, and it's a bit older. E10-4: I don't think this area was intended for general access. Trying to open the door could be unwise. E10-Lead: Four, how stable do you believe the structure around us to be? And what are our Humes? E10-4: It's been here for god knows how long and still seems in good shape. And we're currently at about 63. Why? E10-Lead: The ship and reality are stable enough to take a beating. One, get some photos of this. Mark them as extreme hazards. Two, blow the door. Everyone else retreat to the intersection. (E10-2 reaches into the pack and begins to pull out several blocks, which they affix to the doorway while E10-1 rapidly takes photographs of the door. E10-1 retreats in a rush as E10-2 carefully wires the blocks together, then pulls a detonator from their bandolier and gingerly attach it to the wire. They then turn a dial on the detonator, and briskly retreat to rejoin the team. After a minute, a sizzling noise followed by an earsplitting blast echoes down the hallway, then a crashing sound.) E10-4: Did it work? (The team slowly advances to the doorway again. The door lies in pieces, revealing access to the chamber beyond.) E10-2: Yep. Be careful walking over that rubble. The floor might be damaged by that. E10-Lead: Taking point. No, there's another doorway just here. E10-3: I'm spotting something odd over by the walls. What are those things? E10-1: I'm checking it out. (E10-1 walks over and picks up a metallic object, and runs his hands over the surface of it to determine its shape.) I think it's some kind of breathing mask. E10-Lead: Three, how are the walls looking? (There is a gentle beep as they wave it over the doorway.) E10-3: Glyphs, but they don't seem too powerful. (E10-4 walks over to the doorway and gropes around on the side.) E10-4 Three, exactly where are the glyphs? E10-3: Hang on… (Beep.) There. (E10-4 strokes their fingers over the location of the glyphs, and the doorway opens. They take point as the team enters the new chamber. It is large, almost 15 meters tall, and their sonar reveals the outline of vast machinery, and piles of stone on the floor. There is a persistent blipping as they enter the room.) E10-4: Humes below 50 and dropping. Sir? E10-Lead: Pull back, now! (The team scrambles back over the rubble of the destroyed door and the blips slow down.) E10-4: I think we've found our Type Green. E10-3: I'm not picking up any motion in there. Geiger is clean, too. E10-Lead: We proceed. Take it easy, and don't trust your senses. E10-2: Smells kinda funky in here. E10-1: What the hell is this room for? Three? E10-3: I don't know. I'm not getting much on the scanner. Just residual stuff. Nothing nasty. E10-Lead: Two, go and check out whatever those machines are for. Three, find the light switch. Four, go and check that rubble on the floor. E10-4: Guys, I don't think this is stone. Humes are right down around this thing. And well over 160 on it. E10-Lead: Clarify. E10-4: I think it's bone. This was a reality bender. E10-2: But that thing would have had to be over 50 feet tall. E10-3: Found the lights. E10-Lead: Three, you're certain that your scans are correct? E10-3: Yessir. E10-Lead: Noted. I want to get proper visuals. E10-3: Acknowledged. I volunteer. E10-Lead: You certain? E10-3: Yessir. (E10-3 adjusts their helmet, activating their cognitohazard filters, and removing their sonar optics visor, then begins to look around the room.) E10-3: Filters are at full power. Okay. Yes, that's definitely a skeleton. Those two look like pieces of a skull. Cracked in half. Those look like ribs. That might be… it doesn't look like a piece of backbone, but I can't think of what else it might be. E10-4: These feel like cables underneath it. E10-3: Yes. And it looks like matching cables on the roof. E10-1: This thing was suspended from the roof? It's the size of a whale. E10-4: Antigrav technology perhaps. This was a spaceship. Though I suspect that this thing could have probably flown if it wanted. E10-2: Flown by itself? What the hell was this thing for? And why was it trapped in here? By the size of the doors and corridors, the rest of the crew weren't this big. E10-Lead: We'd need to get a closer look at the top of that machine, I think. E10-4: I'm getting a reading of 160 over 40 on this thing's bones. And it's been dead for thousands of years. While this thing was alive, it could probably tear this ship apart with its mind if it wanted to. E10-1: Or fuel it. E10-3: You're saying that this thing was a Type Green battery? E10-Lead: We don't know for certain. Four, get a sample of that bone. There's another door out of here. Three? (E10-4 picks through the remains, then takes a 30-centimeter-across piece of bone and loads it into their pack. E10-3 steps over the skeleton and walks to the door, the team following behind. They stroke over the glyph beside the door, opening the doorway.) E10-Lead: Three, your hel… (E10-3 glances through the doorway. There is a spark from their helmet as their cognitohazard filter overloads. E10-3 topples backwards without a word.) E10-1: Mick! E10-Lead: Shit. Two, check his vitals. E10-2: They're barely there. His pulse is weak. E10-1: Not a killsprite, or he managed to avoid the brunt of it. E10-Lead: One, take the camera and get photos of whatever it was that he saw. Two, you have point. Four help me with him. (E10-Lead lifts E10-3's unconscious form over his shoulder.) We're leaving. [END LOG] - hide Exploration Log Transcript Addendum 5052.4: SCP-5052-3 Cognitohazard Analysis by Eta-10 + Access SCP-5052 Cognitohzard Analysis - hide Cognitohazard Analysis Note: Following their withdrawal from SCP-5052-1 and the subsequent hospitalisation of Eta-10-3, MTF Eta-10 spent a period of time in the field performing analysis of the glyphs they photographed, as well as transcriptions recovered from artefacts. The degree of complexity and specialisation has warranted that the glyphs and the language they are written in to be classified as SCP-5052-3. The following is an excerpt from their report, which was performed in collaboration with the Berryman team. Insights from the SCP-5052-3 to the Advance of Cognitohazard Development SCP-5052-3 presents a unique application of cognitohazards which has hitherto been uncategorised, and presents interesting options for future information protection by the Foundation. The race of beings responsible for SCP-5052-3 evidently built their entire written language from cognitohazards. This is, in hindsight, not the most surprising leap forward. After all, all written and spoken languages enable the transfer of information to a perceptive audience, and potentially near-perfect information transfer if the author has suitable complexity and subtlety in their choice of words. From there, it is not a large step to introduce additional complexity in the written language itself, utilising anomalous understandings to enable universally applicable information transfer. The script here seems to enable universal ideals around physical objects, emotions, locations and even grammar, and it does so by connecting directly to the existing understanding of the idea within the brain. The written form of the language centers around triangular glyphs. Each glyph represents a distinct and unique word or concept, and the combination of glyphs within glyphs (such as those seen on the surface of SCP-5052-1 and -2) enables more complex words and concepts to be expressed efficiently. The spiral substructures within each glyph establish a lower limit on font size in order to achieve full information density, though the universal application of digital text within the site, and the scarcity of physical representation of the language, suggests that this was not in any way considered a hindrance. Within the language, the glyphs themselves are referred to as 'Words of Truth', and they are thought to have possessed a degree of religious significance. The structure of the SCP-5052 society is still not certain, but a monarchic or dictatorial structure seems to apply, given the references to 'Their Majesties.' The way that the ruling class used this language was extensive. Since the language offers essentially perfect information transfer, and the information was subtly crafted such that the context of the reader's relationship to their monarchs influenced how it was interpreted, it served as an unprecedented tool for propaganda and population control. Eta-10-3's lapse in caution led them to one of the most direct applications of this principle. While the grand hallway in SCP-5052-1 serves as a direct application of dictatorial influence, with a vast collage reinforcing the inferior status of the viewer and the superior status of their Majesty, the warning which has rendered Eta-10-3 comatose was instead a binary directive. Those who considered themselves of great importance to their Majesty and had been granted permission to approach would have suffered little ill effect beyond a heavy dose of humility. At the same time, those who did not hold the monarchy in absolute regard were instructed to die. This in particular offers a new approach to how cognitohazards might be developed. Currently, the approach to cognitohazard development mandates a two step process; the development of the cognitohazard and its specific impact on brain function itself, and the inverted inoculation, which if previously applied to the mind of the viewer would negate the impact of the cognitohazard. Instead, this approach suggests that a cognitohazard could be constructed which reacts to the existing thought processes of the viewer; namely their rank within the Foundation, or their loyalty. Importantly, these conditions could not be easily faked. While a badge and some careful preparation, or a stolen inoculation could enable one to circumvent Foundation security processes, a cognitohazard built in according to these principles would instead check for the viewer's true loyalty or position, or at least their self-perception in regards to that matter. - hide Cognitohazard Analysis Addendum 5052.5: Analysis of Extraterrestrial Bone Samples from SCP-5052-1 + Access SCP-5052 Bone Sample Analysis - hide Bone Sample Analysis Item #: SCP-5052-1-B012 Chief Analyst: Dr. Robert Scranton Object Description: 8.5-kilogram portion of deceased bone tissue. Extraterrestrial in origin. Properties of Interest: Extremely high internal Hume rating, and subsequently low external Hume ratings, as is typical of Type Greens. This degree of stability and power despite the estimated age of the object is notable. DNA not present; other nucleic acid chains were identified. DNA analysis thus impossible. Remains of proteins identified. 27 distinct amino acids recognised, 14 of which are biologically unique to the specimen. Cellular protein structures similar to those found in terrestrial Type Greens identified. Note: The origin of these organisms is curious. The sheer size of the organisms, and their immense reality bending abilities, suggests that natural evolutionary processes may be inadequate to explain their origin. While obviously anomalous, they may also be artificial. Note: Larger samples requested for further Erikesh research. Note: - Request Granted. Authorisation 05-6. - hide Bone Sample Analysis Addendum 5052.6: Artefact 5052-1-A252 Transcription + Access Artefact 5052-1-A252 Transcription - hide Artefact Transcription Note: MTF Eta-10 returned to SCP-5052-1 after 26 days with more explosives and continued to delve into the structure. They penetrated past the previous barrier and eventually entered what was thought to be the private chambers of the ruling caste. Within the chamber, personal documents and relics of the extraterrestrial leadership were recovered, including articles of clothing, memoirs, plans, and maps of both SCP-5052-1 and SCP-5052-2. The following extracts have been translated and transcribed from an artefact recovered from within the chamber. Three D-class personnel were rotated from the task due to mental stress9 Not all meanings translate directly; words marked by bracketing have been approximated. The [Personal] Records of Their [Majesty], They That Shall [Inherit] All Royal record management #1082 My [divinity] has been insulted. In my 121 years of command, never have I been so indignified. My position as [Inheritor] is being called in question by my [parent], Their [Majesty] that Holds [Dominion] Over All. The Heart of the Stars has been stolen. Somehow, an insignificant scout has found the [hubris] necessary to seek to leave my domination. They have rallied their families, and fled into the void. Their [Majesty] that Holds [Dominion] Over All has commanded for I to take The Hand of the [Divine] and hunt them down and return the vessel intact. If I do not, it would set a catastrophic [precedent]. They have suggested that should I fail in this task, my return would be unnecessary. I have never known such anger, nor such shame. Royal record management #1101 We have made the first [hyperspace] [step] and are in pursuit of the Heart of the Stars. We have found their [spectral] trail easily, and they seem oblivious to our chase. The [Captain] of this vessel is proving to be a soft [person], prone to compassion with the peons. They were surprised by the revelation that I could track the vessel, and displayed [shame] at their ignorance. This lack of [steadfastness] is beneath their status. I shall have to replace them once this mission is successful. I am informed that the [Heart] of the vessel is functioning at complete capacity, and will be up to the task of ensuring we can chase down the Heart of the Stars. Although the [Heart] here is pitifully small and weak compared to that of our prey with less than a quarter of the power, our mass is perhaps one twenty-fifth of that of our prey. [Pound-for-pound], they are no match for us, and they are barely even armed. We shall bring plasma and death to them. It will not even be difficult. Royal record management #1143 I received word today that my [parent] has perished. I can only assume that my [sibling] is taking this opportunity to seize my [Inheritance] for themselves. I have not informed any of the crew beyond the [Captain], whom I have commanded secrecy. If it becomes necessary, I will inform them of my ascension, but they are largely inadequate to serve as the [personal] guard to One Who Has [Dominion] Over All. Upon my return and my ascension, I will select a crew more befitting my station. Though perhaps after I vaporise my impertinent [siblings]. Royal record management #1151 In this time, the intentions of our prey have been unclear. They have been making [steps] far out into the void in a seemingly pointless direction. Of course, the crew have been informed that they are heading to the territory of our [upstart] foe. But now we have caught up to them, as they have slowed and entered a stellar system. Now, their purpose becomes obvious. Here, in the deep reaches of the void, they seek a home. But not merely a suitably [terraformable] planet. We have passed by plenty. No. They have found another living world. One already teeming with life, and with an atmosphere rich in [oxygen]. How they found it is unclear. It possesses no intelligent or technologically advanced life. It is too small for its atmospheric composition to be detectable from range. A scout must have stumbled upon it and kept the knowledge a secret. That such a thing is possible is impossible. I refuse to let the fear in my mind stop me. We are closing in now. After the next [sleep cycle], I shall [personally] oversee their obliteration, and then return home with another livable world under my claim. - hide Artefact Transcription Addendum 5052.7: SCP-5052-2 Primary Exploration Log Transcript + Access 5052-2 Primary Exploration Log Transcript - hide Exploration Log Transcript Note: Due to their familiarity with the general structure and function of SCP-5052 in general, the continued incapacitated state of Eta-10, and the lesser threat anticipated within the starship, the initial internal exploration of SCP-5052-1 was performed by MTF Phi-26. In order to access the ruin, the team were flown in by helicopter, and then lowered directly onto the hull of SCP-5052-2 by winch10. The team was equipped with spelunking and climbing gear in anticipation of difficult access, as well as a small supply of explosives. Primary Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 15/09/1984 Subject: SCP-5052-2 Team Lead: P26-Lead Team Members: P26-1, P26-2, P26-3 [BEGIN LOG] P26-Lead: Here we go, gentlemen. Filters active? (There is a chorus of affirmations from Phi-26.) P26-Lead: Command, we are ready to begin. Current plan for exfil is four hours; we'll call if that changes? Local Command: Affirmative Phi-twenty-six. Take care in there. (The team progresses across the hull towards one of the numerous breaches. The metal around the hole is warped and twisted from the burst of heat that pierced it long ago.) P26-Lead: Juan, how stable does that metal look? We need something to rappel in from. (P26-3 walks up the twisted metal and kicks it twice, putting his weight behind each impact.) P26-3: It's sturdy, sir. (P26-2 unwinds the rope from the pack, and loops the hooked end around the spur of metal. P26-1 repeats the process with a second length of rope. P26-Lead attaches themselves to a rope, awkwardly clambers over the edge of the hole, then lets themselves down into the dark.) P26-Lead: We have a sturdy landing down here. It's only about 20 feet down. Take it steady. (One by one, the rest of the team rappels down into SCP-5052-2.) P26-1: Assuming the schematics that Eta extracted from fifty-fifty-two-dash-one are accurate, we are somewhere… (He pulls a pile of papers containing blueprints from his pack, shuffles through them, and then selects one.)… here. Where are we aiming for? P26-Lead: Engine rooms first. By the map, there should be eight of them, and since the ones in the smaller ship are either buried or destroyed, that makes these a key priority. Command wants a chance to study the engines. They're pretty confident they're either gravity or space manipulators. Along the way, they'd appreciate more personal logs if they can get them. Rogers, which way is best. P26-1: From here… give me a moment… if we head towards the spine of the ship for sixty meters, and then down for about two hundred metres, we should then have a straight path along the main thoroughfare to the bow and stern. Follow that stern-wise for a kilometer and a half, then a brief climb gets us to a main engine chamber. P26-2: What about crew quarters? P26-1: They should be easily accessible from the core path. P26-Lead: After you, Rogers. (P26-1 leads the team along a wide corridor, occasionally pausing to check the map and reorient themselves. They find a stairwell, and steadily descend.) P26-2: Something about this place feels different. P26-3: What do you mean? P26-2: It's… homelier, if that makes sense. The corridors are a bit larger, a bit less angular, a bit brighter. P26-3: It's a bigger ship. Of course the hallways are larger. P26-2: It's more than that. P26-3: Look, in my opinion, it's still just a big dark creepy sand-filled alien spaceship which is waiting to melt our brains. (P26-1 leads the team out from the stairwell and into an immense corridor. The light from their torches scarcely reaches across the breadth of the chamber. Their torches skate over the walls. P26-Lead lights a flare and drops it to mark and illuminate their position.) P26-3: Oh, it's beautiful. P26-2: Still think it's just a big spooky alien ship? P26-3: Well, not just that. (The walls of the chamber are adorned with a vast mural. Under the dust, representations of starships similar to SCP-5052-2 can be seen travelling to new planets, bedecked in vibrant and distinctive flora and fauna. A race of bipedal beings can be seen in scenes of everyday life; scenes of dance, artistry, socialisation, and ritualised melee combat. Around and between each scene, glyphs adorn the walls, sparkling and shining through the dust.) P26-Lead: Does this run for the entire hallway? P26-1: God, I hope so. (P26-1 walks closer to the wall and peels off his helmet. He runs his fingers along the glyphs as he reads them. He moves slowly and reverently from scene to scene, taking his time to absorb the knowledge.) P26-1: This one … is an ancient initiation to adulthood for warriors. Those who succeed were held in greater regard by their rulers. And this one… is a courtship ritual. They would serenade each other for twelve nights, alternating six apiece, and then sing a duet on the thirteenth. And this… is the first interstellar ship they ever built. The Shining Apex, I think. This was the leader of the mission. And this one… P26-Lead: Rogers, as much as I hate to say this, we are currently on a mission. P26-1: Sorry sir. P26-Lead: Juan, photograph everything. P26-3: Gladly, sir. (P26-1 lowers puts his helmet back on, then pulls out the map again and leads the team steadily along the chamber for almost 30 minutes, stopping every now and then to enable P26-3 to photograph another section of wall. When they at long last reach the end of the chamber, they turn left and enter another stairwell, this time climbing.) P26-Lead: This ship seems much more accessible than the other. P26-2: Assuming you like stairs. P26-3: You complaining about a little cardio, Hector? P26-1: It's accessible so far. I'm expecting that we'll meet some resistance at the engine rooms. This was a civilian craft, but it didn't mean that everything was open. P26-Lead: Hector, do you have that thermite ready? P26-2: Hoping we won't need it, but yes. P26-3: What was this for? P26-1: You mean the art, or this ship in general? P26-3: Both. P26-1: Based upon what we found in the smaller ship, this was a colony ship. It was intended to house enough people to populate an entire new world, and carry the machinery and supplies to enable a start, as well as smaller landing craft in hangars. I assume we'll be going after the smaller ships soon enough. P26-Lead: That's our third priority. P26-2: What's number two? P26-Lead: Command wants us to find another alien skeleton. I heard that Scranton reckons he can make a breakthrough on anchors with them. P26-3: Well, we do need our reality anchors. P26-1: Just up ahead here. (The team comes to a landing. After a short walk along another corridor, they find a large doorway. The door is slightly buckled and warped, and the glyphs upon it distorted.) P26-2: That's not a good sign. P26-Lead: We're going in anyway. Hector, get us in. (P26-2 proceeds to set up a series of charges around the door while the rest of the team retreats. They take cover, then trigger the detonation. There is a groan from the structure around them as the echoes of the blast recede.) P26-3: Is this place stable? P26-Lead: Hopefully. (They make their way around the corner to observe the still intact doorway.) Hmm. We might need a bit more explosive. Hector, use it all. P26-2: Yessir. (P26-2 readies and detonates another, larger blast. This time, the sound of crashing and shattering can be heard as the doorway yields. The team pushes their way through the remains of the doorway to enter the engine chamber. The room is vast, almost 50 meters square, and is dominated by the titanic hemispherical structure that is the thrustless engine mounted in the center of the room. A large cavity is evident on the side of the structure, the metal around it melted and warped. Sunlight gently illuminates a patch of the room and the engine, streaming in through a puncture over one hundred meters above. In the corner of the room, another hole reveals where the blast continued through the structure. Collapsed walkways from above litter the edges of the chamber.) P26-1: That's a bit disheartening. P26-Lead: It still looks mostly intact. Can anyone see a control or maintenance panel anywhere here? P26-1: I think it was over there. (He points at the charred hole in the floor.) Those cannons definitely did their work. I don't think they got this close by luck. P26-3: Which begs the question of how and why both ships crashed, and not just this one. P26-1: As to that… I have no idea. P26-2: You're not getting slow on us now, are you Rogers? P26-3: Juan? P26-3: Already on it. Though I'm running low on film. P26-Lead: Hector, do you reckon you have a chance of getting up onto that thing, maybe having a poke around inside? P26-2: I can try and get a hook into it maybe, but even so I don't think I'd have the leverage to get up inside it. P26-Lead: Noted. We'll have to bring a ladder next time. P26-3: Where to now then? P26-Lead: Rogers, how far to the next engine room? P26-1: Maybe fifteen, twenty minutes. Though I don't think we'll be able to get in. Unless Hector saved some explosives. P26-2: That's a negative. P26-Lead: Shoot. All right. At least we can still declare the pathway safe and clear to get here. Rogers, where would we find an alien skeleton? P26-1: You mean the heart? Uh… just underneath the main hallway at the other end of the ship. P26-Lead: How secure do you think it would be? P26-1: I'm assuming we'll need explosives to enter. P26-Lead: Noted. Private quarters it is. (MTF Phi-26 proceeds to reverse their pathway, returning down the stairway, and following back along the length of the main thoroughfare. P26-3 takes more photographs along the way. They pass the lightly glowing flare marking their original entry point, which P26-Lead replaces, and continue onward for another ten minutes. They turn right into a stairwell and begin to descend. They continue for a few minutes before coming to a small corridor with regular doorways.) P26-Lead: We'll go sequentially. (He walks to a doorway and strokes along the glyphs beside it to open the door, to no avail. He pushes his weight against the door and levers it upwards, then steps inside and swipes for the lights.) No power. How are the Humes? P26-2: Uh, 99. Basically normal. (The team enters a large room. They scan their torches around the room. The far wall is rippled and scorched, with a small opening bent outwards. Beyond, the faint gleam of sunlight can be seen illuminating the gaping wound torn through the center of the starship. Sand and dust layer the floor. In the center of the room, a raised table protrudes from the floor. Cabinets and cupboards cover an entire wall. A small mural, showing four figures standing together adorns another. A basin sits in the corner. Two doors, each marked with six bright glyphs stand next to each other.) P26-2: Oh. P26-3: What is it, Hec? (P26-2 runs his torch along the floor. Half buried in the sand and dust rest two silvery piles of coiled cloth and metal. Within each, pieces of bone protrude upwards, each pockmarked with the slow decay from time.) P26-2: These two must have died in here. P26-1: Four. P26-2: What? P26-1: Not two, four. (He walks over and delicately shifts the pile of ruined cloth, revealing a second, smaller skeleton enfolded within the first.) There were four in here. P26-3: They had children with them? P26-Lead: This was a colony ship. It would make sense. P26-3: Cause of death? P26-1: Hard to say. Depending on when this (he gestures at the ruined wall) happened, I'd estimate suffocation as the atmosphere vented. They mustn't have gotten buckled down in time, either. P26-2: This is a grave. P26-Lead: As is everywhere else we go, Hector. Juan, get the photos. Rogers, see what you can find. We aren't staying here for long. [END LOG] - hide Exploration Log Transcript Addendum 5052.8: Artefact 5052-2-A049 Transcription + Access Artefact 5052-2-A049 Transcription - hide Artefact Transcription Note: The following extracts have been translated and transcribed from an artefact recovered during Phi-26's initial surveys of SCP-5052-2. Due to the stable Humes in the region, the artefact failed to respond entirely until it was brought near into a region of destabilised reality. Not all meanings translate directly; words marked by bracketing have been approximated. The [personal] records of One Just Moment [Personal] record management #582 Today we were given a new [directive]. Five Just Stargazer, our two children, and myself have been selected for the next colony project. We will be joining the crew of the Heart of the Stars, the most magnificent colony ship, to travel to the Fourteenth Planet. It has only recently been [terraformed], and thus this will make for a great opportunity for us. I will be informing my [parents], my overseer, and my friends shortly. It will be difficult to leave them behind, but the will of Their [Majesty] that Holds [Dominion] Over All is wise, and they know what is best for us all. [Personal] record management #621 We have come to the Heart of the Stars for the first time today, and found our quarters. One Just and Two Just are disappointed to be leaving home and their [school], but have been much [happier] once they saw the vessel. They are excited to go on an adventure. Five Just Stargazer has been a boon in this time. They have [weathered] these changes with barely a [frown]. I am lucky to have their love in this time. [Personal] record management #657 I do not know what to think. We are two [cycles] from departing on our journey, and today we received a mandatory broadcast from the [Captain]. Except that the [Captain] was not alone, and the words that the [Captain] and the new stranger spoke were not words I had ever thought to hear. The new stranger told us new Words of Truth. They told us that we had been lied to all our lives, and that we had been bound by the [Divines]. They told us that what we had learned about Their [Majesty] that Holds [Dominion] Over All was a lie, and that their [Majesties] had corrupted the Words of Truth. They told us that we had an opportunity to escape. They had found a way to escape to freedom from our rulers. They had found a place where we could hide, and a place where we could be protected. They had found a place where we could find new and powerful allies to protect us. I believe them. It is the hardest thing I have ever done, but I believe them. It is like their words pulled away a cover in my mind, and made the Words of Truth fade. They told us that when the Heart of the Stars departs, everything will change. If we are afraid of this change, and want to remain under the [Divines], we are welcome to choose to stay. I must think on this. [Personal] record management #659 Five Just Stargazer says that they want to stay with the ship. That this opportunity means more than anything else we could ever hope for. If their mind is made up, then so is mine. [Personal] record management #671 Adjusting to life on the vessel has been unexpectedly easy. Our routines have barely changed; just the environment. This room is spacious enough for us, and everything else is a short walk away. Five Just Stargazer says that everything is mostly the same, though I still see the worry in their eyes. I am not worried. The [Captain] states that no ship can be tracked after a [step], and that we are heading to a destination well beyond our borders. [Personal] record management #711 The stranger appeared on screen today. They introduced themselves as Nine Solemn Wind, and said that the plan had changed. Our destination was not the one we had originally intended, and the allies we expected were unable to be found. He said that for safety, some of us were to head for the landing [shuttles] and begin the landing and settling process, while those that remain on the Heart of the Stars will be staying in the void for a little longer to try and find our allies. Our room is one of the furthest from the hangar, and thus we have been selected to stay aboard for now. One Just and Two Just are nervous, but I am not. I trust that Nine Solemn Wind will lead us to freedom. - hide Artefact Transcription Addendum 5052.9: MTF Eta-10 and MTF Phi-26 Field Report. + Access Field Report - hide Field Report Operation Command: Researcher Anabel Hopkins Field Commands: MTF Eta-10 Lead Johann Simmons, and MTF Phi-26 Lead Charles Monroe. Operation Launch: 09/03/1984 Operation Objectives: Scouting and mapping of SCP-5052. Documentation and collection of artefacts from SCP-5052. Initiation of access for other teams into extraterrestrial and anomalous locations of interest. Oversee security of geological teams in the region around SCP-5052. Extraction of reality-positive remains from SCP-5052. Operation Results: All directives successful. Scouting and mapping of SCP-5052-1 and 5052-2 completed as of 12/02/1985, with MTF Eta-10 compiling a full map of SCP-5052-1, and MTF Phi-26 compiling a full amended map of SCP-5052-2. Documentation and collection of artefacts resulted in over 2000 individual items collected. A vast array of scientific and cultural data has been retrieved. Documentation proceeds, though the supervision and leadership of a Mobile Task Force is deemed unnecessary as of 15/02/1985. All locations within SCP-5052 have been made accessible to general research. Geological excavations completed without incident. Age of the remains calculated to 72,000 years, plus-or-minus 8,000 years. Extraction of all reality-positive remains completed from SCP-5052-1. Due to damage, no remains were found within expected locations in SCP-5052-2. Any possible remains are thought to have been destroyed long ago. MTF Eta-10-3 remains comatose following their incapacitation within SCP-5052-1. - hide Field Report Addendum 5052.10: Artefact 5052-2-A731 Transcription + Access Artefact 5052-2-A731 Transcription - hide Artefact Transcription Note: The following extracts were withdrawn from an artefact recovered from the command quarters of SCP-5052-2. The [Personal] Quest and Shames of Nine Solemn Wind [Personal] record management #001 Today I start a new record. Today I start a new life. I have been a scout under the [Imperial] Command for almost 97 years. In that time, I have been [diligent] and devoted, and have done everything I can in service of the [Divines]. I have made records of enemy ships, and even traded fire in skirmishes. I have taken lives, and given life. I had been ambitious and prideful and sought greater glory. I have followed their commands and followed their Words of Truth. The Words of Truth are a lie. It is only chance that has led to this conclusion. Whether I am unique in this realisation, I do not know. If others have come to this conclusion, they have either kept it secret, or been destroyed for it. Four years ago, I was raised to the position of [Wayfarer]. I was granted a small and powerful ship, and sent alone into the void to [document] the stars and planets along my route. I have traveled farther from home than perhaps any other being, and seen many wonders other can only dream of. While out here, I found something unexpected. Something [wonderful]. I detected a transmission not from home, and not from our enemy. It came as a whisper from deep, deep in the void. Something like this had never occurred before, and this unprecedented development required, in my opinion, a little [personal] initiative. I deviated from my route, and from my timetable. I took a [step] beyond the reach of the voice of the [Divine] in order to search for this mysterious signal. I tracked it down, taking [step] after [step] closer until at last I found the system from where it originated. A living world, with intelligent life and a thriving civilization. This was not the only revelation I was blessed with. For I had gone far beyond the voice of the [Divines] and no longer received their Words of Truth. A ship as small as mine had no room for the usual [dictations] that adorn larger vessels. As I listened to the voices and transmissions of the new strange world, the voices of my home fell away. They did not know the Words of Truth. Their words were incomprehensible to me. And as this lack of understanding confounded me, a new understanding bloomed. That I had been driven my entire life by the Words. These were words that did not drive me, and did not demand of me. These were words I could deny. And if I could deny these words… I will return home. I will keep this a secret for now. But I will find a way to shield myself from the cruelty of the [Divines]. I will dictate new Words of Truth for myself. And in time I will bring them to others. [Personal] record management #053 An opportunity has arisen. My [subterfuge] remains solid, and I have received even greater access to the fleet and its vessels. Vessels including the Heart of the Stars. It is the only colony ship large enough to completely establish a new life alone; all others would eventually require reinforcement or a return trip. I have met the [Captain] of the vessel, and it is time for a risk. For the first time, I will enable another to be detached from the Words of Truth and form their own. I can only hope that this will work. Failing that, I can only hope my death will be swift. [Personal] record management #095 The second great step approaches. The Heart of the Stars will be launching soon. Under the guise of requesting replacements, we have managed to [strip] the Words of Truth from within its chambers without raising suspicion, and will be able to [silence] further transmissions from home. Under the guise of needing defense in the situation of attack by our enemy, we have inscribed Words of Truth over the hull, in the hopes they can repel any who chase us when we first depart. Our course and the necessary [hyperspace] [steps] to ensure we are not followed has been prepared. All that remains is to offer the new truth to the colonists. They are already aboard and awaiting [departure.] I do not expect all of them to take them. I expect many of them to reject the prospect. We will have to move quickly when we permit them to depart. I can only hope they will not be punished for our treason. [Personal] record management #109 Something is very wrong. We have been on our course for over one hundred [cycles] now. The transmissions from home have remained, despite us passing beyond the [boundary]. But this is not what concerns me. My mind is playing tricks on me. I have gone through this record twice, and found it contradictory. My own record tells me we are charting towards another civilization, and I have never been able to lie while writing with Words of Truth, nor can they ever be changed, only broken. My memories tell me we are traveling to an unoccupied planet. My memories also tell me that we were expected to meet someone at our destination. I have spoken to the [Captain] and the [Heartkeeper] about my worries. They too have suffered similar concerns. The [Heartkeeper] suggested that a reality shift was possible, but does not know the cause. At the very least, the [Heart] has remained stable. [Personal] record management #124 I have failed in my task. My hopes and [dreams] wither. We have somehow been followed by the Hand of the [Divines]. The transmissions from the vessel come directly from Their [Majesty], They That Shall [Inherit] All. We have no weapons, and we cannot outrun them. I fear we are all going to die. I have not informed the colonists. They deserve better than fear for their bravery. [Personal] record management #125 Perhaps not all of us will have to die. I have a plan, and the [Captain] agrees we have no better option. We are not far from the new planet. It is [vibrant], and its atmosphere and [water] access are perfect. We will load the landing ships and the majority of the supply ships and release them from our hangars. Those of us that remain here in the Heart of the Stars will attempt to draw away the Hand of the [Divine]. We will offer to surrender and return home for execution. We will pretend to submit to their Words of Truth. We will be doomed, but hopefully those on the landing ships will be able to safely make it to the surface. It is all I can hope for. [Personal] record management #126 If I retained the ability to feel sorrow, I would. Our [gambit] has failed. We began to leave the system. We pretended to submit. We launched the landing ships silently and without active [engines], and tried to shield them from view. For the first time in my life, I saw the visage of Their [Majesty], They That Shall [Inherit] All. Once I would have given anything for such an opportunity, and would have felt purest [elation]. Now, I could feel only fear, and hate. Their [Majesty] transmitted directly to us, and spoke to us. They spoke of glory and honour, and understanding one's rightful place beneath them. They spoke of greatness and wisdom, and how their guidance could grant it to all of us. Then they spoke of [hubris] and inevitability, and swiftly flew around us and launched [plasma bolts] at the landing ships. They mocked our desperate attempt, and [laughed] at the destruction. We tried to stop them. We tried to intercept their path, or the path of their cannons, but the Heart of the Stars was too slow. We could only watch as tens of thousands of innocents died. I watched the [Captain] watch his family die. It is all my fault. Their [Majesty], They That Shall [Inherit] All has commanded us to return home to face our judgment. Between a sudden death now and a sudden death later, I see little difference. [Personal] record management #127 This desert is a beautiful place to die. I regret so many things, but not this. This will be my last record. The [Heart] is dead and the residual [power] is fading fast. Soon our life support will fail, and with it our access to food and [water]. We cannot hope to find any here. But until that time comes, I can rejoice in a tiny victory. In reality, it is the [Captain's] victory. When I was rendered immobile by our losses, they were instead driven by them. Perhaps it was the realization they had nothing left to lose. Perhaps it was the anger and drive for [vengeance] that inspired them. Either way, it is them that I thank for the opportunity to write this. The [Captain] brought the vessel back towards the planet, hailed the Hand of the [Divine], and demanded to speak to Their [Majesty]. Of all the surprises in my life, seeing someone tell Their [Majesty] to engage in post-courtship engagements with their parents was perhaps the largest. They launched [plasma bolts] at us, and began to sequentially tear us apart. A burst of tiny shots shredded the Words of Truth we had so carefully emblazoned. Two more shots left nine-twelfths of the ship venting atmosphere. Then they started targeting our [engines]. It was evident that we were meant to despair, and their [Majesty] wanted us to suffer. All the while the [Captain] continued to dive towards the planet. We entered the atmosphere, and we were offered a brief reprise. [Plasma bolts] are immensely powerful, but are easily dissipated by sufficiently thick gases. Even [bolts] fired at close range would be deflected by turbulence. The Hand of the [Divine] followed us effortlessly, and drew in upon our flank. Their [Majesty] sent us one final transmission when the [Captain] executed their desperate trick. They launched us high and fast- far faster than was safe- and for a moment, The Heart of the Stars soared above The Hand of the [Divine]. Then as their final [plasma bolt] breached our hull and our [Heart] died, the [Captain] turned all of our engines towards Their [Majesty's] vessel, and reversed them. The Hand of the [Divine] was in every way but one the superior vessel. It was faster, more agile, and infinitely more dangerous. In combat, it could avoid long ranged shots, and fire more powerfully and accurately when close. But its [Heart] was weaker, and it was tiny beneath us. With the full power of our engines, normally capable of effortlessly lifting us into orbit, instead directed to pull the The Hand of the [Divine] towards us, they could not resist. Their ability to thrust against us was irrelevant. The sound and [vibration] was terrible as they [crumpled] against our hull, ripped in two, and fell from the sky to shatter on the earth below. The [Captain] managed to bring us down safely, despite our rapidly failing power. We reached the ground on the last residues of [unreality] left by our [Heart]. We detected Their [Majesty] out there a few moments ago. Their [armour] is unique, and they were still bold- or furious- enough to transmit. They crawled from the ruin and began to stride across the sand towards us. They will lie out there forever before the ruined evidence of their failure. For that alone, I have one thing I do not regret. - hide Artefact Transcription Addendum 5052.11: Artefact 5052-1-D813 Description + Access Artefact 5052-1-D813 Description - hide Artefact Description Item #: SCP-5052-2-D813 Object Description: A metal suit constructed for a bipedal figure 2.2 meters in height. Location of Discovery: SCP-5052 site, 850 meters to the south of SCP-5052-1. It was found while scanning for portions of hull, and was initially mistaken as a piece of wreckage. Properties of Interest: The suit is weathered, but otherwise in good condition considering its age. The entire mask and chestpiece are adorned in SCP-5052-3 glyphs which induce extreme feelings of inadequacy and subservience, as well as deference and considerations of greatness in regards to 5052-1-D813, to those that view them unprotected. The bodice is shaped to suggest an exaggerated musculature, while the mask is shaped in a grotesque contortion of facial features. A few fragments of bone were found within the suit. - hide Artefact Description Footnotes 1. As per standard nautical and astronautical terminology, the bow is the front of a ship's hull. The stern is the rear, the port is the left, and the starboard is the right. 2. At least, it is considered the bow to the degree that human astronautical standards can be applied to a vessel extraterrestrial in origin. 3. Damage to the hull of SCP-5052-2 appears concentrated in the regions where the glyphs are located. 4. Presumably exposure to the cognitohazards and subsequent memory difficulties and mental traumas led to this avoidance. 5. Standard veil maintenance and amnestic protocols were applied. 6. Cognitohazard filters are highly specialised digital cameras paired with a semi-transparent visor. When the camera detects a sequence or pattern which meets the criteria for a visual cognitohazard, the device blurs the corresponding part of the visor. In 1984, the technology was still in its infancy, and the filters were limited in their capacity to recognise and compensate for powerful cognitohazards, serving more as a precaution than a full defense. 7. On missions where regular visuals are not an option, Eta-10 makes use of high-grade sonar wired into the team's helmets in order to navigate and maintain records of three-dimensional space. 8. Essentially the same technology as a cognitohazard filter, just connected to an alarm. 9. Following careful innoculation through use of amnestics and crafted cognitohazards, D-1313 was successfully temporarily convinced of their position as alien royalty, and thus able to read the document safely. 10. Due to the mountainous terrain, the only location within the region which could feasibly serve as a landing site was on the hull itself, which was deemed too unreliable by the pilots. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5052" by GentleGifts, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5052. Licensed under CC-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-5053 | euclid | SCP-5053 during initial discovery. Item #: SCP-5053 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5053 is currently contained within the botanical wing of Site 83. The entity is permitted to explore and document its experiences freely. The entity is not permitted to enter restricted areas or explore the facility beyond the botanical wing. Video recordings of the entity's explorations are to be reviewed bi-weekly. Any attempts to violate, abuse or otherwise take advantage of its liberties are to be reported to the current site director. Interaction with the entity outside of testing should remain minimal as to avoid unnecessary sentimental attachments. SCP-5053's psychological state should be reviewed weekly, and should any notable signs of depression be observed, it shall be confined within a temporary insectoid containment cell until it recovers completely. Any and all weaponry constructed by SCP-5053 is to be confiscated immediately upon discovery. Description: SCP-5053 is a stick bug Phobaeticus kirbyi measuring 53 centimeters in length. The entity is bipedal when relaxed, although it has demonstrated the ability to utilize all six of its limbs for locomotion. SCP-5053 is capable of communication in English and displays human levels of intellect. The entity is capable of crafting tools and weapons from grass, wood and bone; however, it is either unwilling or unable to utilize man-made tools even when they have been proportioned to the entity's size. Due to the entity's size, weapons constructed by SCP-5053 pose a minimal safety risk to personnel. SCP-5053 will dictate exposition about its time prior to containment when asked, although it will occasionally engage in conversation at random. The length of these encounters generally last between ten and fifteen minutes on average. There is a notable decrease in the amount of time SCP-5053 is willing to converse about an entity it refers to as a "Hashabor". Due to the aforementioned entity's potentially anomalous nature as described by SCP-5053, an investigation has been initiated. Barring its reluctance on this particular topic, SCP-5053 is generally amicable and cooperative with Foundation personnel. SCP-5053 is extremely agile and capable of omnidirectional movement. It is also quite proficient in both sword-based and melee combat. The entity has previously displayed a desire to engage in combat with sentient life it considers formidable. (See Skills Demonstrations). The following is a comprehensive list of entities SCP-5053 has claimed to have instigated combat with over the course of its life. Due to its limited scientific knowledge, the exact genus and species of the entities SCP-5053 have encountered is unknown. In italics is the name SCP-5053 gave when describing the entities, and the general identity of the entities has been extrapolated from SCP-5053's descriptions. [+] Show List [-] Hide List Entities Encountered Fire Ant Colony {Reds} Colony was dissolved once SCP-5053 terminated the queen. Earth Worm {A Great One} Encountered by SCP-5053. Entity was not terminated. Monarch Butterfly {Blue Winged Angel} Terminated by SCP-5053. Beetle {Defender of Alteria} Terminated by SCP-5053. Stick Bug {Tork} Euthenized by SCP-5053. Lady Bug {Lord Baron} Encountered by SCP-5053. Entity was not terminated. Unknown {The Hashabor} Terminated by SCP-5053. Interview 1 Detailed below is an audio recording of a conversation between SCP-5053 and Dr. Owen Andrews. ► Play Recording ❚❚ Stop Recording DATE: January 3rd, 2020 TIME: 01:30 Dr. Andrews: Tell me about it one more time, for the record. SCP-5053: Your relentlessness is admirable, Doctor. Imagine the adventures we could have had if you had met me before. When we last spoke, I believed we were discussing the fate of Alteria. Dr. Andrews: You previously described it as the "Bug Kingdom". Is that an accurate description of the area? SCP-5053: I lived there most of my life, made plans to retire my title as knight and settle down with a mate. I'm the only one left who knows what it was like. Dr. Andrews: Of course. Last we left off you were describing your encounter with another one of your species. SCP-5053: Yes. His name was Tork, a warrior like me. A friend unlike any other. We slayed countless foes in the defense of our kingdom. He wasn't much different than I, a little less groomed perhaps, a little more abrasive and tact. We were the aegis to the kingdom. {The entity pauses.} Everything comes to an end eventually, I suppose. Dr. Andrews: What do you mean by that? What happened to the other entity? SCP-5053:Tork found me out there well beyond Alteria's walls. I'm still not quite sure how he managed to track me down. His mind was practically gone, the Hashabor's influence was seeping out of his one eye, limbs all bent wrong and his body… All he could do was beg me to return home. Dr. Andrews: What was the Hashabor's influence that you mentioned? SCP-5053: I'm not sure myself, honestly. It was this strange, green liquid that leaked out of Tork's eye. Thick as sap, and reeked of dung. Whatever the Hashabor was doing to him was torture. What I did was mercy. Dr. Andrews: My condolances, SCP-5053. SCP-5053: Your sincerity changes nothing, Doctor, although it is appreciated. I miss them, all of them. Still, what fate would have befallen Alteria if I had stayed? If what happened to Tork happened to everyone, then I would have been another citizen in a kingdom of puppets. Selfish as it may seem, I'm glad I left when I did. SCP-5053 is heard shuffling briefly before letting out a long sigh. SCP-5053: But you already know all of this. Dr. Andrews: Yes, I recall. But this is- SCP-5053: For the record. Dr. Andrews: Correct. SCP-5053: Then let your records show that Alteria, my home, has been avenged. Following SCP-5053's final statement, the entity proceeded to scale the adjacent wall and slip into a ventilation shaft. Audio surveillance recorded the entity in great emotional distress. Further interaction with SCP-5053 was suspended for three days, wherein the entity was had returned to its normal behavioral patterns. Skills Demonstrations Due to SCP-5053's ability to craft weapons from various arboreal materials, a series of tests regarding the lethality of the weapons have been performed. SCP-5053 was placed within a standard insectoid mobile containment unit along with several various specimens. Due to the unethical nature of this experiment, further testing of SCP-5053's combative abilities has been suspended. ACCESS EXPERIMENT FILE COLLAPSE FILE Specimen Provided Material Provided Tool(s) Created Results Dung Beetle (Aphodius fimetarius) Tree Bark Short Sword SCP-5053 attempted to communicate with the specimen. Specimen is unresponsive. SCP-5053 assaults the specimen with its weapon. Altercation ensues, resulting in SCP-5053 removing the head of the specimen and presenting it to attending personnel. Brazilian Wandering Spider (Phoneutria bahiensis) Pig Femur Spear and Tower Shield SCP-5053 immediately manipulated the bone and prepared for combat. Specimen attacked SCP-5053. The entity jabs at the spider for several seconds before piercing its underside. The spider attempts to paralyze SCP-5053 with its fangs, but is blocked. SCP-5053 dismembers one of the spider's limbs and punctures the specimen's abdomen three times. The specimen ceases movement and is assumed terminated. SCP-5053 utilizes its makeshift spear to decapitate the specimen. SCP-5053 presented the head to attending personnel. SCP-5053 has made the following statement at the conclusion of the second skill demonstration: I am the final legacy of my kingdom, not a gladiator. Do not make a mockery of me again. A formal apology was issued, which the entity expressed gratitude for. As extensive testing could not be done, it is still unknown what the true extent of SCP-5053's combative abilities are. Confession The following is an audio recording of a conversation between SCP-5053 and Dr. Owen Andrews. It should be noted that the entity engaged Dr. Andrews completely unprovoked. ► Play Recording ❚❚ Pause Recording DATE: January 18, 2020 TIME: 14:25 SCP-5053: I miss them. Dr. Andrews: Miss who? SCP-5053: Tork, Lord Baron, even the Defender. They needed me and I was out having adventures. My home was destroyed and I wasn't there to die along with it. I'm all that's left. Me. Dr. Andrews: What would you have done differently if you were there, SCP-5053? SCP-5053: Fought. Fought with every weapon I could craft, with every ounce of strength I carry in my body. I would have given my life if it meant Alteria could see another moon. Dr. Andrews: I understand. SCP-5053: How could you possibly understand what it's like to turn your back on your home when it was in need? How could you understand that you could have done something, anything that could have saved the bugs you loved if you had just. Been. There. Dr. Andrews: We lose people here everyday, some really close friends of mine. I would give anything to have them back. You aren't alone here, SCP-5053. We're here to help you. {SCP-5053 is heard sniffling for several seconds before clearing its throat.} SCP-5053: We may be more alike than I thought. Very well. Permit me freedom to erase the body of the Hashabor so that I may find peace. Dr. Andrews: I'm afraid that won't be possible, SCP-5053. SCP-5053: Then you must do it. If you really want to help, find Alteria and burn the body of the Hashabor. It should still lay right where I left it, far beneath the earth within the tunnels of Alteria. I dare not wonder what horror that corpse might bring if left unchecked. Dr. Andrews: I'll run this by the director. SCP-5053: You have my thanks. An investigation into the location described by SCP-5053 is currently underway. A geographic perimeter was established based on the details provided by the entity, but the exact location of "Alteria" has yet to be discovered. Interview 2 Detailed below is an audio recording of a conversation between SCP-5053 and Dr. Owen Andrews. ► Play Recording ❚❚ Pause Recording DATE: February 14, 2020 TIME: 15:35 Dr. Andrews: What exactly is the Hashabor, SCP-5053? You've mentioned it several times to our personnel, but haven't given any description of the entity so far. SCP-5053: … Dr. Andrews: SCP-5053? Are you alright? SCP-5053: The Hashabor, yes. It's a vile, despicable thing from the depths far below Alteria. We thought it was a myth, a larva's nesting story you tell to keep the young ones from acting up. Dr. Andrews: But the entity you mentioned exists physically? SCP-5053: Physically, mentally, spiritually. In every way I can imagine the Hashabor was real. Dr. Andrews: Can you please give a physical description of the entity? SCP-5053: Its carapace was similar to Lord Baron, whatever creature he was. It must have had a dozen legs, sharpened to a point. If it flew, I could not tell you, but the wings of a Blue Winged Angel rested on its back. There were more eyes than a web-spinner, and that scream… If I ever forget everything I've ever known, that scream will still stay with me. I don't know how it was doing it, but the Hashabor was controlling the bugs of Alteria. Dr. Andrews: What do you mean? SCP-5053: It… directed my friends, my allies, to attack me. Every time it opened its mouth, they moved. They swung when it screamed. I… I don't know how many bugs I put down before slaying the beast. {SCP-5053 expresses emotional distress. It is heard attempting to cleanse its visage before returning to a relaxed state.} Dr. Andrews: Take a moment to compose yourself. You're safe here. SCP-5053: Thank you, Doctor. I'm feeling better now. Shall we continue? Dr. Andrews: Of course. Approximately fifteen minutes following the conclusion of this interview, SCP-5053 began continuously secreting an unknown green substance from its left eye. Secretions lasted for five minutes. No samples of the substance could be obtained due to the material evaporating shortly after exposure to the air. SCP-5053 has no recollection of this event occurring, but was greatly distressed when informed. |
SCP-5054 | keter | Item #: SCP-5054 Special Containment Procedures: Physical containment of SCP-5054 is irrelevant. Project CRITICAL CURTAIN is in place to modify public perceptions regarding the efficacy of nuclear explosives against organisms from the phylum Eldritch and similar fictional or pataphysical entities. The end goal of CRITICAL CURTAIN is a widespread belief that nuclear devices are capable of killing such entities without consequence. CRITICAL CURTAIN consists of two major strategies for the implementation of this proposal. The first strategy of CRITICAL CURTAIN is that media which depicts phylum Eldritch or similar entities as immune or unharmed by nuclear devices is to be censored to remove such elements. All such media is to be put out of print and replaced with versions which either do not mention the applicability of nuclear bombs against Eldritch organisms or does so in a manner favorable to the overall goals of CRITICAL CURTAIN. The second element of CRITICAL CURTAIN is that new media is to be produced in which Eldritch organisms are harmed or killed by nuclear devices. Foundation embeds within the North American film industry are to sponsor content that portrays such interactions in a manner favorable to CRITICAL CURTAIN. Similar protocols are to take place in global book publishing markets and in other similar media markets. If the current goals of CRITICAL CURTAIN are unsuccessful, information about the phylum Eldritch is to be disseminated to the mainstream scientific research. This is only to be done if CRITICAL CURTAIN is unable to sufficiently influence public opinion through the influence of media, and would constitute a partial Lifted Veil Scenario. A focus is to be made on such organisms' lack of inherent defenses against radiation or massive explosive forces, which would make them vulnerable to death following a nuclear explosion. SCP-5054-Positive subject was asked to draw any object of their liking on a sheet of notebook paper. Description: SCP-5054 is a sapient concept capable of modifying itself. Examples of past concepts that SCP-5054 has taken the form of1 are "the bitter taste of watermelon", "6711 miles above sea level", and "the red American Pine tree". Aside from self-modification, the main anomalous property of SCP-5054 is the control it asserts over sapient entities who know of it. Exposure to SCP-5054 from another person who is infected with SCP-5054 may cause the infection to spread to other sapient entities. Curiously, SCP-5054 is only capable of affecting a set number of sapient entities at a given time. This number is not known exactly, but is believed to be between 300 and 400. If SCP-5054 infects a new entity above its limit, one entity already affected will completely forget SCP-5054. SCP-5054 affects conscious behavior, often involving long-term decision making. For example, SCP-5054 may cause someone to quit their job and start their own business. Infected entities will justify their actions as being normal, even if the action does not align with their usual behavior. SCP-5054 refers to itself as "P" or "Mr. P". The reason for this is unclear. History: The origin of SCP-5054 is unknown, and evidence suggests the anomaly predates the Foundation. Prior to 1992, SCP-5054 did not compel infected entities to perform especially noteworthy actions. Research into this area has been suspended due to the impossibility of documenting all entities that have hosted SCP-5054. Starting in 1992, SCP-5054-affected humans began to take much more drastic actions. Most notably, several infected civilians attempted to form the "Idaho Defense Group", a task force dedicated to building anomalous weapons in the event of a hostile extraterrestrial incursion. See documentation for Incident 5054-Delta for more information. As of CRITICAL CURTAIN, SCP-5054 has reverted to being less active in regards to the anomalous. Additional Notes: A reliable test to determine if a person is infected with SCP-5054 is to present them with two visually identical objects. One object should be laced with a cognitohazardous agent which makes the viewer decide against it, while the other object is to be kept mundane. SCP-5054 has demonstrated not only an immunity to cognitohazards but the inability to recognize them. In order to assure that SCP-5054-infected entities do not avoid positive identification by luck, this test should be administered at least ten times, with different sets of objects. SCP-5054 has demonstrated knowledge of the Foundation, the anomalous, and several groups of interest, as SCP-5054 refuses to infect their members. Sapience Testing Researcher Note: Some members of the Research Team have pushed to reclassify SCP-5054 as Explained. Their theory is that SCP-5054 is simply the human desire to change, and that the current method of testing can be explained as an immunity to cognitohazards, which we have observed before. The fact that SCP-5054 seems to be more active as of late poses an opportunity to test this postulate. I've devised a method of communicating with SCP-5054 through its affected entities. The entity should be given a keyboard, and asked to type whatever full sentences they’d like. In addition, in order to send our communications to the entity, we can use subliminal techniques (re: Document 5054-NINJA) to embed messages into the subject’s headspace. We haven’t had success with this method in the past. However, given SCP-5054’s apparent new sense of urgency, this should produce more salient results, and put any silly theories away for good. - Rsr. Daniels, 1993-02-10 INTERVIEW LOG Interviewer: SCP-5054 Research Team Interviewee: SCP-5054 Foreword: This interview was conducted over the course of several weeks. Several SCP-5054-Positive subjects were identified and coerced into participating in the procedures described above, under the cover story of the study of a new drug regimen. For readability purposes, the weeks-long study is formatted as an interview log. <Begin Log> RT: Hello. Can you understand us? In front of you is a keyboard. When we ask you a question, we need you to reply by typing out your response. SCP-5054: Yes, I understand you. Is this working? RT: That's fine. Do you have a name we can call you? SCP-5054: My name is P. Why are you talking to me? RT: Over the past 30 years, you have been relatively benign. Now, you seem to be trying to do something. You created the Idaho Defense Group and launched that rocket. Can you explain what you're doing? SCP-5054: I'm trying to help you for once. RT: What do you mean? SCP-5054: I saw some pretty big monsters, and they threaten my livelihood. I'm taking them out while I can, because you obviously won't. RT: What kind of monsters? SCP-5054: It’s hard to describe. Large. Very very large. Green tentacles that poke out from places. Multiple colors per pixel; like purple and white and blue squished inwards. Also, lots of eyes. At this point, Site-19 command orders the research team to end communications, due to suspected (now confirmed) instances of information classified above their clearance level. <End Log> It is unknown how SCP-5054 discovered information regarding the Eldritch phylum2. Although it is possible that SCP-5054 discovered Eldritch on its own, it is most likely that SCP-5054 read data dumped from the partial SCiPNET database leak on 1991-09-22. Containment priority for SCP-5054 has been updated to Red. Incident 5054-Delta The Calvin-Bortsborough device constructed by SCP-5054. Preceding Events: At this point, SCP-5054 had been evading complete containment for two years. Identifying and containing SCP-5054-affected entities proved difficult due to the flexibility and contagiousness of SCP-5054. Several minor incidents had occurred up to this point, including the mailing of letter bombs to Foundation personnel involved with the study of Eldritch and the attempted construction and deployment of a Scranton Reality Anchor in New York City. Description: Several entities affected by SCP-5054 worked together over the course of three months to assemble a Calvin-Bortsborough device. If properly constructed, this device would have been able to eliminate the entire population of the order Octopoda and its close relatives. It is unknown how SCP-5054 discovered the mechanics of the Calvin-Bortsborough device. Several machining tools were found in the basement where the device was kept, presumably used in its construction. However, due to a misunderstanding of some of the secondary components of a functional Calvin-Bortsborough device, it was only partially activated. It is estimated that over 300,000 Octopoda casualties took place over the next five minutes, including many specimens in captivity. Personnel at the nearby Site-12 identified the source of the anomaly as a house in Orlando, Florida. All involved SCP-5054-positive entities surrendered themselves after being confronted by armed personnel. Due to the lack of close observation of Octopoda specimens outside of certain circles, a cover story was not released. Civilians who notice the anomalous drop in Octopoda population are to be given amnestics on a case-by-case basis. Project CRITICAL CURTAIN Information below is considered CLASSIFIED by order of the Project Head and HMCL Supervisor for SCP-5054. Viewing this document without Level 3 Clearance or valid T-1320 authorization is considered a breach of Foundation contract, punishable by permanent expulsion from all Foundation duties and clearances. Project CRITICAL CURTAIN Progress ONGOING — OVERALL SUCCESS Media featuring the Eldritch phylum being destroyed by nuclear weaponry is being continually produced and distributed. Media depicting otherwise has been suppressed. As of 1996-03-22, SCP-5054 appears to have desisted from overtly anomalous activity. In order to assert these results, Project CRITICAL CURTAIN will remain in operation. Containment priority for SCP-5054 has been downgraded to Green. SEMINAR TRANSCRIPT Source: Rsr. Calvin's seminar on new containment procedures for SCP-5054 Date: 1996-04-03 <Begin Log> Good afternoon, SCP-5054 research team. I hope everyone has a copy of the report for Incident 5054-Delta in your hands right now. You can— what, you don't? The research assistant in front should have… Listen, I assure you, nothing in that report is above Level 1 clearance, let alone Level 3. I wouldn't let the research assistants handle it if it wasn't. Could you… yes, just share with the person next to you. Thank you. Anyways, the report. You can see SCP-5054, known informally as "Mr. P", coerced numerous civilians into constructing a Calvin-Bortsborough device. There should be a photograph on the next page. Now, the question that puzzled me the most— as well as you, I presume— is "why octopi?" From what we can tell from interviews and supplemental evidence, Mr. P was trying to attack the Eldritch phylum. So why was he going after the octopi? I'm sorry, it's actually "octopuses". Thank you, Dr. Midaeus. Mr. P wasn't being cooperative in terms of containment, so interviewing it again was out of the question. After some time, we had an epiphany. Do specimens of Eldritch— the ones we know about— look like octopuses? No. But, by accident, we've spread propaganda saying that they do. Hollywood has produced dozens of movies telling us that Cthulhu is a big, green, scary octopus. This tells us something about Mr. P, too: although it may not be susceptible to our standard cognitohazards, just like you or me, it's affected by cultural memes. Thus, we've put our resources towards creating a cultural meme that tells Mr. P: "Hey. We've got this. We can nuke Cthulhu. Don't worry about it." If it turns out Mr. P's right, and that the Eldritch are actually a threat… truth be told, I think we'll have bigger problems. <End Log> Footnotes 1. These have been verified to no longer carry the influence of SCP-5054. 2. Some instances of the Eldritch phylum have been classified as SCP objects. Consult documentation for SCP-4804 and SCP-████ for known Eldritch specimens. Personnel with Level 3 clearance may consult documentation for Operation MOONLIGHT for in-depth information. 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SCP-5055 | neutralized | She opened the box, and inside was… Joshua pressed the fabric against his teeth; against his tongue. Every morning he’d boil the rag in hot water, dry it, and soak it in the fat of his breakfast. He’d chew on that cloth all day long, every minute of the day. The act was maddening; always chewing, never swallowing, but it kept him from a deeper madness. Joshua packed up his camp and made his way down the silent highway; a nettle-grove of empty cars and twisted rebar. He gave each vehicle a quick glance as he passed, but he never slowed, and he never hoped. He knew better. Besides, he wasn’t here for prizes. He was using the highway for it's intended purpose; a quick route from here to there. To the light in the window. He’d seen it two days ago from across the city: a single glowing plane on the 24th floor of a high-rise, nestled deep in the forest of skyscrapers. His vision narrowed on it even now, dark as it was in the daylight. It was like a familiar face across a distant room. It called to him. It could mean… it might mean… “Please!” Joshua flinched and turned. He'd been staring at the window, and had forgotten his surroundings. He'd been spotted. They were coming for him now. A figure came barreling out from between two trucks, tall and skeletal, running at him with hands outstretched. “Please!” it screamed. "I need it! Please! I'm so-” The gunshot rang out. It echoed across the whole, empty city. Birds would have taken wing, flying up from the nearby trees… but of course, neither had existed in a long, long time. Here and now, the thing took three more trembling steps, one hand still outstretched. Then, it collapsed. Joshua didn't lower his gun. He knew there’d be consequences for the sound. He checked his blind spots. Sure enough, there were a half dozen more, watching him with their sunken eyes. Most stayed crouched, but one had come to stand in the center in the road. The way it looked at him… it was almost taunting Joshua for a repeat performance. Begging, maybe. It was impossible to tell; there was barely any face left to read. Joshua held his breath and waited for the coin-flip decision. Would they rush him, or… No, they slunk off, one by one crawling over car hoods and through concrete rubble. The standing one stayed the longest, watching Joshua until the last moment before walking away. Joshua exhaled. He stood over his kill. One shot, through the neck. Clean. Lucky. They never had much neck on them, just a thin chicken bone propping up the head. This one was no different, all hollow cheeks and browning teeth. Joshua worked the tip of his machete against the things ribs; the gangrenous, bone-flattened flesh was a thin as rice paper. No meat. Useless. It was late in the day before Joshua reached the high rise. Silently, he climbed the many flights of stairs, satchel held tight under his arm. It was light. Too light. He chewed roughly on the fabric in his mouth, dull and flavorless. It made his stomach churn, but he had to. He couldn’t end up like them. Nothing else was more important. He chewed so hard his gums began to bleed. Room 2405. The door wasn't locked; it wasn't even fully closed. As Joshua stepped inside, the apartment seemed like every other home he’d ever trespassed upon, all bare shelves and broken cabinets, full of grime and absence. Family photos and personal trinkets laid broken on the floor. No one had cared when things got bad. A young man sat on the couch. He wore a filthy t-shirt and jeans, his black hair long and unkempt. His skin was sickly, but rounded, sitting over a bed of real fat, muscle and sinew. He looked up as Joshua entered. They stared at each other in one long, empty moment before the young man turned back to a tiny, flickering screen on the coffee table. Joshua approached the arm of the sofa, pulling the cloth out of his mouth, staring at the smartphone with a mix of surprise and awe. The cracked screen was alive with flowing light and motion. Joshua couldn't recall the last time he'd seen a lit screen, but then again, he hadn't really been looking. “What are you watching?” Joshua asked. “Demon Slayer.” the young man replied. His voice was dry and cracking, but still filled with youthful energy. “It's a kind of Japanese cartoon. It's really good. I was actually going to visit Japan, y’know, before this all happened. I had this whole show saved on my phone for the plane ride so… I figured I might as well finish it.” Another moment passed. “Looks cool.” Joshua finally said, then glancing around the room. “Do you have any-” “Food?” the young man finished. “No. I ran out yesterday." “Shame.” Joshua said. “You know they’ll see the light, right?” “Huh?” the young man asked, looking away from the screen. The credits had begun to roll. A foreign, melancholy song played on the tiny speaker. “Ah… you mean the starving ones. Yeah, I figured they might. I don’t really care much anymore. I'm too tired. I'm tired of scavenging and being hungry all the damn time. I don't care if they find me… but hey, looks like you found me instead!” He smiled. His teeth were yellow. His gums were pale pink. “Isn’t that lucky? It’s been a long time since I had anyone to talk to. So, tell me friend, what is your theory? Why don’t they die?” Joshua didn’t reply. “Everyone had a theory, you know, back in the early days; back when there was food. The internet was alive with speculation! How could it not be? This is like something out of a horror film! I mean, sure, they’re not quite zombies; they still think, and talk, and- well, they’re still human… I think. They're just starving people who don’t seem to die. Still pretty damn scary, huh?” Joshua didn't reply. “So! What do you think?” the man asked, head falling to one side. “Super virus? Alien mind control? Some kind of government experiment?” After another long, painfully quiet moment, the man finally asked what should have been his first question. “Why are you here?” Slowly, and without a hint of malice, Joshua raised his machete. “Ah, of course.” the young man said, looking back at the coffee table, folding his hands in his lap. “You’re hungry.” SCP-5055. Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-5055 is no longer possible. An LK-Class “Agni Unbound” restructuring event has already occurred. Description: SCP-5055 is a small chest composed of ivory, bronze, and stained wood. This chest was recovered from an archaeological dig-site beneath the ruins of Ancient Constantinople, sealed in a 6m2 cube of solid caementicium, or roman concrete. When touched, SCP-5055 instills an intense sensation of dread. On January 1st, 2020, D-6106 was instructed to open SCP-5055, as to ascertain its contents. Inside SCP-5055 was something everyone deserves. A single handwritten note was also present inside SCP-5055, which read > "SORRY! PLEASE TRY AGAIN!" < ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5055" by T Rutherford, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5055. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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padding: 2vw; } close Info X SCP-5056: "The Constant Companions" They really do love each other, you know. More by this author! Item#: SCP-5056 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: hi Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Artist's rendering of SCP-5056-A, presently in SCP-5056-B's possession. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5056 is contained by the Janitorial and Maintenance Section of Site-43. Its position depends upon, is determined by, and may be directed via the work schedule of Philip Eugene Deering (JM64/SCP-5056-B). SCP-5056-B is confined to Site-43. He must not be assigned tasks in the research or experimentation laboratories, operating theatres, administrative offices, containment facilities or wetworks. He must nevertheless be assigned a daily duty schedule. He is not to be apprised of his SCP status. SCP-5056-A and B are not to be separated. In the event of SCP-5056-B's death, selected staff will execute SARGENT Protocol to neutralize SCP-5056-A. SARGENT Protocol documents have been forwarded to suitable personnel; personnel who have not received said documents have no additional containment duties in relation to these subjects. 43NET Standing Orders [FILTERED: SCP-5056] Standing Order 5056-01: A network of wall-mounted mirrors, each in visual range of at least two others and all inspected on a regular schedule, must be maintained within each sector of Site-43. Standing Order 5056-02: No personnel requiring ocular devices may be admitted to Site-43..I think it's time to review SO-5056-02; we all regret the departure of Dr. Bradbury, but after what happened with Dr. Falkirk I don't think glasses are the issue here. They might well function as PPE under certain circumstances — Blank, Dr. H. [01/31/2003] Description: SCP-5056-A is a hairless humanoid with matte grey skin and ragged facial scars approximating two eyes and a mouth. It possesses no observable physical form, manifesting only in reflective surfaces — displaying a preference for glass, particularly lenses. It causes atomic-level degradation to optical equipment and media on which it appears. It can be seen by all personnel, but only SCP-5056-B can hear it "speak"; it was previously hypothesized that SCP-5056-B was experiencing stress-related auditory hallucinations, but his claims have since been verified. SCP-5056-B is a white male human being, 172 centimetres tall with brown eyes and thinning, greying brown hair. JM64 in Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-D twenty-three days before reclassification as SCP-5056-B. Addendum 5056-1, Phenomenological Overview: Technician JM64, Philip E. Deering, joined the Site-43 Janitorial and Maintenance Section on 07/21/1999. His Hiring and Regulation Section performance reviews describe a reliable, amiable, melancholy worker exhibiting no anomalous properties. He maintained sporadic contact with family, including an estranged brother, and engaged in brief romantic relationships invariably terminated by his partners. SCP-5056-A manifesting in Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-B. SCP-5056-A first appeared to Deering on 09/09/2002. Since that date it has followed him without exception, without pause, and without rest. Its interest in its subject has not lapsed once in eighteen years. SCP-5056-A will not engage with entities other than SCP-5056-B, unless the latter is threatened; experimental and incident data demonstrate that it can perceive other entities, but chooses to ignore them. SCP-5056-A's actions are inversely responsive to the emotional needs of SCP-5056-B: it opens its scars wide, gurns and screeches when he is at rest, and engages him in disagreeable conversation when he is despondent. (Popular topics include mistakes SCP-5056-B has made, social interactions he has botched, absent family members, his personal hygiene and the futility of human existence.) SCP-5056-B therefore defines his counterpart in antithesis, though he claims and demonstrates no control over this relationship..Insinuation is unscientific. Am I to infer that Deering is anomalous because he might be unconsciously instigating this phenomenon? Further experimentation is indicated — Falkirk, Dr. E. [01/14/2003] SCP-5056-B has become inured to his counterpart's antics through long association, and rarely reacts to them with shock or dismay. He frequently fails to react at all; by 2007 he displayed such degraded responses to sudden audio or visual stimuli that his more technical duties were reassigned to personnel unburdened by supermundane phenomena. He applauds particularly creative, invasive or entertaining assaults by SCP-5056-A, and offers constructive criticism. When separated from SCP-5056-B, SCP-5056-A emits a constant tone at 119 decibels which can be heard throughout Site-43. Because of this, and because of SCP-5056-B's duties in well-traveled sections of the Site, long-term staff are constantly aware of and have become accustomed to SCP-5056-A. Many regard the apparition as an unofficial Site mascot and have acquired the habit of greeting it when encountered, often employing personalized nicknames. SCP-5056-B initially used the personal pronoun "it" to describe his counterpart; after 01/23/2003 he exclusively uses male personal pronouns. His personal appellation for the apparition is "Doug," but when referring to it indirectly he prefers the term "my Employee of the Month Award." No such award has ever been granted to him, and in light of his present duties no such award is likely forthcoming. Deteriorations of SCP-5056-B's mental and emotional states projected by his first ten Hiring and Regulation reviews have not occurred. 43NET Bulletins [FILTERED: SCP-5056] Attention, all Sections: Per a request from Hiring and Regulation, we will be discontinuing the Employee of the Month Awards effective 06/30/2019. JM4414, Amelia Torosyan, will be the final recipient in recognition of her quick thinking during JM64's cardiac episode last week. [06/26/2019] Attention, Research and Experimentation Section: The first iteration of SARGENT Protocol has been drafted. Project SARGENT is now seeking alternative strategies for containment of SCP-5056-A in the event that SCP-5056-B expires. As Project SARGENT members are administered amnestics after their dismissal, you may already have contributed to the solution; we encourage you to contribute again! The 119 decibel life is, after all, not worth living indefinitely. [06/21/2019] >> LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE OR HIGHER: SCP-5056 EXPERIMENT AND INCIDENT REPORTS << Words of Power and Poison | SCP-5056 Reports » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5056" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5056. Licensed under CC-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-5057 | euclid | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This work of fiction involves scenes which depict or allude to topics which may be particularly distressing for some readers. Emotional Abuse ⚠️ content warning Item #: SCP-5057 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5057 is contained in a standard humanoid containment chamber. Excess fluids are to be cleaned as necessary. Consumption of SCP-5057 is strictly forbidden. SCP-5057 has been assigned to the GoI-3861 research team. Description: SCP-5057 is a humanoid automaton made of polypropylene plastic, roughly resembling a clown. It is sentient and capable of speech, despite lacking the necessary organs to do so. Though it is capable of movement, SCP-5057 is mostly still and only appears to move when necessary. SCP-5057 secretes a continuous amount of ethylene glycol (CH2OH)22 on its surface, which coats the plastic it is made out of. The entity claims to be fully edible and repeatedly encourages personnel who interact with it to consume it. Addendum 5057.01: Attached Document The following note was attached to SCP-5057 at the time of discovery. Hi, kids! Now you are the proud owner of Señor Taste, who is the Tiny Señor line of Professor Funtastic! Try to collect all the fun for hours! Let your señors here for fun! Pick up all the señors, super fun! Fun for you! Fun of your friends! Señor Boom! Señor Fluff! Señor Senor!! Señor Senorita!! Señor Fun! Señor Hole! Señor Pig! Señor Purple! Señor Taste! Addendum 5057.02: The following interviews/interactions were recorded by the GoI-386 Research Team during initial containment. + Interview 5057.01 - Close From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: Erroneous Assignment To whom it may concern, Why on earth was I sent SCP-5057? It's not a Wondertainment product and it's taking away from my containment budget. I assigned one of my Junior Researchers to talk to it and keep it busy for the time being, but I need it reevaluated soon. Please respond ASAP. Dr. J. Everwood GoI-386 Research Lead Secure, Contain, Protect <BEGIN LOG> Rex: Good morning. SCP-5057: You have come to have a taste of my body, yes? Please go ahead. Rex: Actually, I'm just here to talk. SCP-5057: I insist. Please be eating me! Rex: No, but that's actually part of what I'm here to talk to you about. SCP-5057: I can talk. I talk right now! Rex: Indeed! Now, let's begin. It says here you are coated in ethylene glycol? SCP-5057: It is what gives me my patented delicious flavor. So please, do not stall further and consume my sweet body. Rex: Well, that's the thing. It's a toxic substance. SCP-5057: Impossible. I am delicious, not toxic. These two are not the same. Rex: Well, you're just plain wrong on that. And even if you weren't leaking ethylene glycol, you're still a choking hazard because you're made of plastic. SCP-5057: You say I am entirely dangerous to eat? Rex: Yes. You're like if someone tried making a really shitty Little Mister. SCP-5057: What is Little Mister? Rex: Don't worry about it. But back on the subject, you're toxic to consume, and that's why you're here. Well, that and the fact you talk. SCP-5057: … I do not understand. Rex: We'll go over this again. You are made of plastic and ethylene glycol. You're toxic. SCP-5057: I do not understand still. Rex: Come on, you can talk. Surely you can think, can't you? SCP-5057: I… I can think. Rex: That's the spirit. [There is a fifteen second silence.] Rex: Anything? SCP-5057: I must have more time. Rex: I'll leave you to it then. You let me know if you get any thoughts in that little pea brain of yours. <END LOG> From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: RE:Erroneous Assignment Hello, I don't understand. It's a humanoid, it's got the paper with the list on it, and it's even got a gimmick. How is that not Wondertainment? TICKET NUMBER: 23452263-A Hermes Pratt Site-55 Containment Team Secure, Contain, Protect From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: RE:Erroneous Assignment Hermes, And yet you get the Misters Against Weed to the right people? This is a crappy knockoff if anything. It for sure isn't Wondertainment, any schmuck off the street could tell you that. Do I need to go into your office and shove my Wondertainment dissertation in your faces? Anyway, I thought I'd save you some trouble and have my assistant start building a relationship with SCP-5057 to make questioning it easier. It doesn't seem very smart, so I have suggested he try befriending it. Dr. J. Everwood GoI-386 Research Lead Secure, Contain, Protect + Interview 5057.02 - Close <BEGIN LOG> Rex: Good morning. How are you feeling today? SCP-5057: I am considering dilemma. Rex: Ah, so you're thinking about what I told you last time? I wasn't sure you had it in you. SCP-5057: I was made to be eaten by the good little boys and girls, yes? Rex: Theoretically. I mean, you're - [SCP-5057 interrupts Researcher Rex.] SCP-5057: I am toxic. I accept this. I am plastic, and choking hazard. I also accept this. And yet, I was made to be eaten. Why? Rex: It could be any reason. Maybe whoever made you is a sicko. Maybe they just don't know any better. All we can say for sure is that you're here now because of them. SCP-5057: But I am toxic. Rex: You sure are. But you know, you can pick up hobbies and try something to get your mind off of it. SCP-5057: But that is dilemma. All I know is purpose. I do not know what else I could be. Rex: You managed to think, I'm sure you could figure it out if you tried. SCP-5057: You believes in me? Rex: Of course I do. SCP-5057: But I am toxic. [Rex sighs.] Rex: Okay. So, you understand that you're toxic. That's good. But it sounds like maybe it's eating at you. May I suggest something to help get your mind off of things? SCP-5057: Okay. Rex: Why don't you try painting? SCP-5057: What is painting? Rex: Well, you just sort of illustrate how you're feeling using paint and whatnot. Like you just create whatever is on your mind and you put it to paper. Or in this case, canvas. SCP-5057: Okay. I will try this painting to overcome my toxic nature. Rex: That's the spirit, friend. SCP-5057: What is friend? Rex: A friend is someone who is there for you and shares in good times and bad, and always makes you feel better. Someone you trust completely. (There is a ten-second silence.) SCP-5057: You are my friend. Rex: That's awful sweet of you. So you'll tell me everything then? SCP-5057: Yes. Rex: And you trust me too? SCP-5057: Yes. Rex: Good. That's good. Since you trust me, why don't I give you a cool new nickname? SCP-5057: This is pleasing. Rex: I'll call you Taste. How does that sound? SCP-5057: Good, I like. But… I have question. I am still toxic? Rex: Why don't we get you some art supplies so you can busy yourself, huh? <END LOG> From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: RE:TICKET NUMBER: 23452263-A Hello, We will be moving SCP-5057 to general humanoid containment within the week. We apologize for the mix-up and will endeavor to make sure this does not happen in the future. Hermes Pratt Site-55 Containment Team Secure, Contain, Protect + Interview 5057.03 - Close From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: RE:TICKET NUMBER: 23452263-A Hello, You mentioned earlier that you had your assistant build rapport with SCP-5057. Maybe now would be a good time to press it for information on its history? We finally assembled a team for the project and idle hands are the devil's playthings after all. Thanks in advance. Hermes Pratt Site-55 Containment Team Secure, Contain, Protect Portrait produced by SCP-5057. <BEGIN LOG> Rex: Good morning, Taste. SCP-5057: Hi! Behold! Rex: Oh? [SCP-5057 picks up a canvas with a crudely painted image of two individuals. One resembles SCP-5057 and the other is labeled 'REX'.] Rex: Aw. That's… cute, I guess. Thank you. SCP-5057: My purpose is now art. Takes mind off toxicity. Feels good. Rex: Maybe you'll get better with time. But for now, I have some questions I wanted to ask you. SCP-5057: Yes, this is good and acceptable. Rex: I wanted to ask you some more about Professor Funtastic. What do you know about them? SCP-5057: Cost-cutting. Effective. Shrewd. Rex: Do you think he had any ill will? Considering he made you toxic to consume and all? SCP-5057: No. He only wants to produce fun products for the good little boys and girls. Like me! Rex: I see. So cutting corners and not wasting a dime. Did he ever mention Dr. Wondertainment, by any chance? Perhaps they were associates? Competitors, even? SCP-5057: I do not know of one 'Dr. Wondertainment.' Rex: And do you know where his base of operations is? SCP-5057: I am not knowing. Sorry. Rex: Hmm… aren't we friends, Taste? Friends tell each other everything. SCP-5057: Yes. You are friend. Rex: Perfect! So tell me, where is Professor Funtastic? SCP-5057: I do not know. Rex: Do you know what other names he goes by? SCP-5057: I do not know. Rex: Do you know if he's got any abilities? Like anything to help him create anomalies like you? SCP-5057: I do not know. Rex: Do you know anything? Anything at all? SCP-5057: I know I paint now. Feels good. Yeah. [Rex sighs.] SCP-5057: I also know you are friend. Friend. Yeah. Rex: You know, friends aren't supposed to let other friends down. You're kind of letting me down here, Taste. SCP-5057: What? What? I not letting you down! I do not know things you are asking me! I am sorry, friend! Rex: Then tell me, your friend, everything you know about Professor Funtastic. SCP-5057: I is not knowing, I told you everything I know! Professor Funtastic is make of me, is shrewd, and is make toys for the good little boys and girls but that all I know! Rex: Hmm… I'm not sure I believe you. [SCP-5057 begins weeping.] SCP-5057: Please! Believe! I tell my friend everything! I want good time with friend! Rex: Alright, fine. [Rex pats SCP-5057 on the back. The sleeve of his lab coat is coated in ethylene glycol.] Rex: Ugh. [Rex stands and removes his lab coat, wiping his hand with it.] Rex: I gotta go for now, bud. Thanks again. SCP-5057: Yes. Of course. Friend is happy, I am happy. <END LOG> From: [email protected] To: [email protected] Subject: RE:TICKET NUMBER: 23452263-A Please do hurry with the transfer, I'm stretched a bit thin and can't afford to have my assistant waste time pretending to be friends with this thing. I've told him to drop the act moving forward. Dr. J. Everwood GoI-386 Research Lead Secure, Contain, Protect - Close + Interview 5057.04 - Close <BEGIN LOG> Rex: Hello. [Rex drags a cart into the containment chamber.] SCP-5057: Hello, friend. Are you here to make talk? Rex: I'm here to make sure everything is in order before you leave. You're being moved to a new containment area. SCP-5057: Leave? Is it because I am still toxic? I have try to make myself good and not toxic and move beyond my purpose of being eaten by the good little boys and girls. Is my art not good enough? I can make better! Rex: It's just how things go. SCP-5057: What will I do then? Rex: That's entirely up to you. SCP-5057: Can I continue my art? Rex: Sure. SCP-5057: Can I be your friend? Rex: Stop asking me questions. SCP-5057: I do not understand. Rex: It's just the way things are. SCP-5057: But… I am happy with myself here. I am happy with friend here. [There is a thirty-second silence while Rex moves SCP-5057's paintings onto a cart.] Rex: Well guess what? No one here cares about how you feel. SCP-5057: I do not understand. Rex: Of course you don't understand. You're just a stupid little plastic failure of a children's product. [Rex opens the containment chamber door and pushes the cart through.] SCP-5057: I feel…not good. Rex: That's not my problem, SCP-5057. SCP-5057: Why call SCP-5057? Friend calls me Taste! Rex: I'm not your friend. SCP-5057: But- Rex: We are not friends, SCP-5057. Do not press this further. SCP-5057: I give you art to keep for memory of time we were friends? Rex: No. I never was your friend. (There is a ten-second silence.) SCP-5057: Okay. <END LOG> Addendum 5057.02: SCP-5057 has been moved to a dedicated containment team. Please click this link for further details. Footnotes 1. Doctor Wondertainment. 2. An odorless, viscous, toxic fluid with a sweet taste typically used in the production of anti-freeze and polyester fibers. 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SCP-5058 | keter | close Info X SCP-5058 — Our Normal Fellow Humans Author: AlanDaris Jam contest 2020 entry for the 3st, "More than meets the eye", theme. My other work for this contest: SCP-4629 ~~ More Alan Stuff ~~ Item #: SCP-5058 An image sent by SCP-5058-1197 on 2005/05/09, accompanied by a message "Gathering with fellow humans". Special Containment Procedures: Due to the remarkably large number of SCP-5058 instances within the general population, standard detainment strategy has been deemed ineffective. Foundation tracking devices are to be implanted into SCP-5058 instances and monitored on a regular basis. MTF-Xi-3 ("Body Snatchers") is tasked with bringing newly discovered instances to the nearest Foundation site for medical examination and testing. Interactions with SCP-5058 instances are to be conducted by personnel with a high coefficient of cognitive resistance. Detained entities are to be tracked, amnestized, and released to the general population. Standard disinformation campaigns are to be enacted if deemed necessary. Foundation Satellite "Ptolemy EF-65" is to intercept and transcribe SCP-5058's transmissions sent to the Earth's orbit. Description: SCP-5058 are entities that visually resemble Homo sapiens (humans), but possess a number of physical and behavioral alterations caused by unknown factors. SCP-5058 instances constantly demonstrate minor muscle spasms in different parts of their bodies, change facial expressions with no apparent pattern and perform actions in an agitated, rapid manner. In most cases, SCP-5058's body language does not correspond to their speech and supposed mental state. The entities are also unable to vocalize or otherwise demonstrate signs of emotional distress under any circumstances. Notably, individuals without cognitive training or natural memetic resistance will always perceive the instances' behavior as normal. SCP-5058's internal biology is inconsistent with that of baseline Homo sapiens. The vast majority of examined instances are missing at least one non-vital organ and possess varying abnormalities in their body and brain structure. In ~80% of observed cases, the entities' hippocampus and lobes differed in size and form from that of a normal individual. Presumably, such changes enhance SCP-5058's cognitive functions such as memory and sensual perception, but the exact method is unclear. Each of the instances also possesses a small (~ 2 cm in diameter) organic growth visually resembling a tumor, located between the cerebellum and occipital lobe. Through testing, it was discovered that the growth enables entities to emit signals similar to low-frequency radio waves. SCP-5058's transmissions consist of encrypted images and messages detailing their daily life, the latest events they deem important, conversations with "fellow humans",1 and observations of their surroundings. The destination of the transmissions is unknown; the signals that were not intercepted soon left Earth's atmosphere and their track was lost shortly after. The entities' biological anomalies are likewise invisible for individuals with no memetic resistance and will typically remain undetected during medical examinations. Addendum.5058.1: Discovery Log The first SCP-5058 instance was found during the Summer of 1990 in the United States. Over the next two decades, 2550 more instances were discovered in major population centers and urban areas around the world. Prior to their discovery, the entities lived an active social life, maintaining high numbers of interpersonal connections, frequently visiting public areas and attending various gatherings. Approximately ten percent of the instances also had families. In all observed cases, the individuals in contact with SCP-5058 were fully unaware of the entities' unusual behavior. The investigation into SCP-5058's origins did not reveal any conflicting data regarding the entities' identities or memories of their supposed parents. However, discovered police reports indicate that at least twenty percent of SCP-5058 instances previously went missing at some point in their lives, typically for a period of one to three days. Following their return, the individuals explained their absence by mundane circumstances such as getting lost or taking a short personal vacation. Closer inspection by embedded personnel revealed that the provided information was false. Addendum.5058.2: Incident Log At 0300 hours on 2010/03/12, "Ptolemy EF-65" ceased to intercept radio signals sent by SCP-5058 instances. A malfunction was suspected and a crew of technicians was assembled to inspect the satellite's system. However, at 0700 hours, the satellite became active again and started to transmit radio signals presumably of extraterrestrial origin. This transmission was encoded identically to those received from SCP-5058. The ground personnel stationed at Site-221 immediately began transcribing the signal's contents. The employees discovered a series of images depicting the night sky, stars, planets of the solar system and their natural satellites. Several unidentified symbols were also observed, as well as images depicting SCP-5058's daily lives sent in their previous signals. All present individuals with a high coefficient of cognitive resistance became agitated upon perceiving the images. This state gradually escalated to extreme hysteria within an hour, reportedly due to overwhelming feelings of sadness, grief, and guilt for the employees' previous actions regarding SCP-5058 and related phenomena. A total of ten personnel were treated with sedative medication and isolated until the end of the event. At 1200 hours, it became apparent that the transmission was sent to 41 other Foundation Sites in which personnel with high cognitive resistance resided. Whether it was a human mistake, a server error or an anomalous phenomenon is currently unknown. The transmission's leakage led to 110 individuals being affected, and 31 suicide attempts across the affected sites. The signal was successfully isolated and contained at 1600 hours. It is theorized that the transmission contained some form of an infohazard or memetic construct, which was aimed at bypassing human cognitive resistance. The personnel's state normalized within several hours following the incident. However, it was noted that affected people became unable to discern an SCP-5058 instance from a regular Homo sapiens. The subjects also showed reluctance regarding working on any projects related to SCP-5058 or discussing the incident, 80% of the interviewed asked to be reassigned immediately after their state normalized. One of the images sent via the signal was later found out to contain an inscription written in a mixture of several human languages. Presumably, the message was composed of words sent by SCP-5058 instances in the past transmissions. The image was replicated in the interest of safety and translated into English. ► Open: MESSAGE-5058.22.jpg ▼ Close: MESSAGE-5058.22.jpg Footnotes 1. The way SCP-5058 instances refer to all other individuals. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5058" by AlanDaris, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5058. Licensed under CC-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: HUMANPARTY.jpg Name: House party in Denver Colorado.JPG Author: David Shankbone, AlanDaris License: CC BY 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative of: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: Image grayscaled and static-filtered. 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SCP-5059 | safe | 2/5059 LEVEL 2/5059 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5059 Safe SCP-5059 at time of discovery. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5059 is stored in a standard high value anomalous item locker in the Safe Objects wing of Site-17, Sublevel 2, locker 09932. Instances of SCP-5059-1 must be contained under HCP1 1 through 3, depending on the properties of the instance's altered vehicular state, until their expiration. No more than 10 instances of SCP-5059-1 may be retained for study at this time. Testing with SCP-5059 can only be approved by the item's HMCL Supervisor (Currently Dr. Albert Frampton). Description: SCP-5059 is a VHS video tape containing the 1986 animated film Transformers: The Movie. The cassette shows no special resistance to damage or age related wear. Tape spools contained therein have proven to be portable to other cassette cases when its current housing breaks while retaining anomalous properties. Direct copies of SCP-5059 retain the item's anomalous properties, but have been destroyed subsequent to verification. D-Class asset review of the content of SCP-5059 does not reveal any deviation from the original cinematic release of Transformers: The Movie according to the best of their memory, and machine analysis of the contents of each tape reveals their content to be identical. The anomalous properties of SCP-5059 only manifest after a complete viewing of the film2. After its completion, subjects report an anomalous desire to emulate the characters depicted in the film. Within the first hour after viewing SCP-5059, the subject (now designated SCP-5059-1) will spontaneously reorganize their biology into the form of a functional scale model vehicle. Instances of SCP-5059-1 do not create additional matter, or change the chemical composition of their flesh during a "Roll-Out event". The color, texture, and durability of SCP-5059-1's tissues also remains the same. SCP-5059-1 instances universally describe the process as incredibly painful, with many transformations requiring the breaking and reshaping of bones, tearing and reforming of ligaments, and complete reconfiguration of organ systems, as well as many forms of rapid tissue growth as in the case of windows and signal lights. This discomfort subsides immediately upon the event's completion, and may be initiated again, at will, at any time. Removal of clothing prior to initiation has proven to drastically reduce this discomfort. For more details, please see Experiment Log TF-5059-01 through -05. Experimentation Logs: TF-5059-01 Subject: SCP-5059-1a (Charlie Bookbinder, m, age 17) Vehicular form: 1973/74 Dodge Challenger; Scale 1:5. Summary: Instance discovered outside containment in February 2017. No change in mass. Subject's eyes translocated, duplicated, and became capable of bioluminescence to serve as headlights. Braincase was relocated into the lower front chassis. Heart and digestive system rearranged to serve as engine and fuel system respectively. Heart and lungs accessible under "hood" constructed of skin and upper ribcage. Tires composed primarily of highly keratinized skin. Power windows and windscreen composed of translucent keratin material similar in composition to finger/toenails. Interior consists of mucus membrane tissue. Maximum dynamometer rating of 192 bhp at wheels. Current Status: SCP-5059-1a attempted to breach containment prior to planned exploratory surgery on its vehicular form. Instance accelerated down Site-17 medical wing hallway reaching a top speed of approx 80 km/h. Failed to slow in time for 90 degree turn and collided with a concrete block wall. Braincase destroyed. Cardiopulmonary system destroyed. Instance expired within 2 minutes of impact. TF-5059-02 Subject: SCP-5059-1b (D-8229, f, age 40) Vehicular form: Late model Cessna 178 Skyhawk; Scale 1:3 Summary: Similar interior and windscreen materials to previous tests. Wings appear to have been derived from translocated ribs and chest muscles. Elevators derived from scapular bones. Propeller blades are covered with enamel, suggesting that they are modified Incisors. Mobile control surfaces of the aircraft constructed of cartilage. Eyes emerged within cockpit seat, allowing SCP-5059-1b to have a pilot's eye view while transformed. Instance is capable of powered flight. Top Speed, 100 knts. Current Status: During powered flight testing at a Foundation airfield in Nevada, SCP-5059-1b experienced heat exhaustion brought on by overexertion of her cardiopulmonary system necessary to keep her in flight. Instance appears to have lost consciousness at an altitude of 400m. Consciousness was regained at approximately 50m altitude, resulting in rapid corrective action. Landing gear and ventral fuselage damaged, but instance survived. Subsequent reconfiguration from vehicle to human mode reveals severe fracturing of tibia and fibula, and multiple lacerations to lower abdominal region. Instance remanded to containment under HCP-2 following recovery. No further testing is authorized on this instance. TF-5059-03 Subject: SCP-5059-1c (D-8238, m, age 25) Vehicular form: M4 Sherman Tank; Scale 1:10 Summary: Subject has a history of masochism and was willing to initiate "Roll Out" events with much greater frequency than past instances. Main cannon derived from elongation and expansion of the T-4 Vertebral section. Treads derived from multiplied and altered rib cage, stretched over wheel muscles which move the treads via peristalsis. Turret is fully functional, constructed primarily of cranial bones and still housing the brain and eyes. Instance is capable of pulling a fully loaded railroad freight car when properly harnessed. Current Status: During testing of SCP-5059-1c's testing in the Site-17 armory, the instance was instructed to fire its cannon, to which it readily complied. SCP-5059-1c's heart was ejected from the main cannon at a rate of 257 m/s. Instance expired of exsanguination within 90 seconds. TF-5059-04 Subject: SCP-5059-1d (Junior Researcher Marco del Gutierrez, m, 29) Vehicular form: 1970 Volkswagen Beetle, Scale 1:3 Summary: Accidental exposure due to copy-testing by the AV department. JR Gutierrez was not informed of the anomalous properties of SCP-5059, and observed the copy process personally to guarantee the fidelity of the recording. SCP-5059 has since been flagged as cognitohazardous material to prevent future accidents of this nature. As in previous test, eyes have enlarged and taken on bioluminescence. Cranial cavity has expanded to make room for the forward cargo compartment, and all cardiopulmonary functions are translocated to the rear abdominal cavity. SCP-5059-1d is capable of 50 bhp at the wheels. Otherwise similar to SCP-5059-1a in composition. Current Status: SCP-5059-1d remains in indefinite containment under HCP-1. Exploratory surgery is not authorized for this instance. SCP-5059-1d has expressed satisfaction with current vehicular form and has not attempted to return to its original humanoid body plan, citing personal preference. Instance retains Level 1 Clearance and is authorized to assist in janitorial and administrative tasks. TF-5059-05 Subject: SCP-5059-1e (D-8302, nb, 20) Vehicular form: Saturn V lift vehicle; Scale 1:61 Summary: [DATA EXPUNGED] Current Status: Remains impacted in the northern face of Mt. Marion, Luna. HMCL Note: No, I will not describe how to reconfigure human biology into a viable rocket fuel and lift vehicle. Sarkics with jetpacks are the absolute last thing that we need. - Dr. Frampton Footnotes 1. Humanoid Containment Protocol: a set of 4 standardized protocols for dealing with progressively more destructively powerful anomalous humanoids. 2. Defined as watching from time marker 0:00:01 to 1:23:00. |
SCP-5060 | euclid | SCP-5060 as viewed from an SCP Foundation probe. SCP-5060's numerous satellites have been digitally removed. Item #: SCP-5060 Special Containment Procedures: Physical containment of SCP-5060 is currently impossible. As such, Foundation efforts are to be focused on the reduction of public awareness of SCP-5060. Foundation Operatives within the International Astronomical Union are to report on any ongoing scientific investigation into the star HD 4560. A Foundation-operated web crawler (I/O-APHRODITE) is to monitor online communities for discussions/media regarding SCP-5060. MTF Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") is to investigate these discussions and provide needed amnesticization/cover-up on a case-by-case basis. Project Heimdall currently employs modified exploratory probes in order to study SCP-5060. These probes are equipped with advanced sensor suites as well as FTL propulsion systems reverse-engineered from the study of SCP-2117. Secondary mission objectives are pending approval contingent upon the inhabitants of SCP-5060 possessing interstellar travel. Description: SCP-5060 is a terrestrial exoplanet, roughly 0.95 times the radius and 0.9 times the mass of Earth, in orbit around the star HD 4560. The planet's atmosphere consists of carbon dioxide, nitrogen, argon, and sulfur dioxide, as determined by Foundation probes. Due to the density of the atmosphere, the planet's surface cannot be viewed via visible light from space. At the time of writing, attempts to land probes on the planet have uniformly resulted in the loss of communication with the probe upon entry of SCP-5060's atmosphere. SCP-5060 has an unusually high number of satellites for its size, with 1260 total as of January 2020. Each satellite is roughly spherical with an average radius of 50 km and is located within the synchronous orbit of SCP-5060. Every 15-26 years, SCP-5060 ejects or launches a new satellite via an unknown mechanism which settles into a similar orbit.1 As a result, it is believed that SCP-5060 hosts an extraterrestrial civilization of some kind. Examination of these satellites via Foundation probes has determined them to be composed primarily of marble, granite, and quartzite coated in a transparent polymer. Each satellite contains a central hollow chamber. Remote excavation of these chambers has uncovered thousands of ferrous spheres placed within small cavities. These spheres contain a fine powder consisting of carbon, calcium, phosphorus, and other trace elements. Use of Foundation probes occasionally provokes an aggressive response from SCP-5060 in the form of a 20kg ferrous slug fired at 0.1c. These attacks have the highest chance of occurring when excavation probes attempt to recover material from the satellites. To date, no probes have escaped or survived such an attack and the energy of the projectile makes later recovery impossible. Attempts at establishing remote radio contact with the inhabitants of SCP-5060 have been met with failure, with no forms of telecommunication broadcasts detectable on SCP-5060's surface. Proposals for additional strategies to determine the technological/biological capabilities of SCP-5060's inhabitants are currently pending review. Addendum: Update 03/03/2020 At 0800 UTC Project Heimdall defense satellites detected incoming extraterrestrial bodies that proceeded to impact Earth within a period of half an hour. A series of 28 projectiles were recovered from several impact locations around the globe. These locations included: Arlington National Cemetery Brookwood Cemetery The Great Pyramid of Giza The Taj Mahal Several cave systems in Indiana Members of MTF Gamma-5 have been mobilized to reduce the public fallout following this barrage, with the cover story of a previously unknown meteor shower. Examination of these projectiles found them to be similar to the ones launched from SCP-5060 at Foundation probes. Each projectile had a hollow center and contained one of the 27 Foundation probes previously believed to have been lost in SCP-5060's atmosphere. Additionally, the 28th projectile contained an iron copy of the Voyager Golden Record in which all imagery of humans are scratched out. An additional etching is present on the record in an indecipherable script. It is unknown how the inhabitants of SCP-5060 came into possession of this object, given that neither Voyager I or II have traveled within the vicinity of SCP-5060. Analysis of the trajectory of the projectiles from data gathered by the Project Heimdall satellites has suggested their origin as the planet Venus. Attempts by Foundation assets to investigate the Venusian surface for potential colonies of the inhabitants of SCP-5060 have been met with similar failures as the investigation of SCP-5060, with loss of communication with probes upon entry into the Venusian atmosphere. Footnotes 1. This has increased from an average of 8-14 years at the time of SCP-5060's discovery by the Foundation in 1956. To date, the longest observed gap between new satellite appearances is 35 years. The shortest gap between new satellite appearances has been 14 minutes, during a period in which seven new satellites appeared within a four-hour window. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5060" by Jacob Conwell, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5060. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5061 | safe | by J Dune Item#: 5061 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo @ @ SCP-5061, outside of its protective casing. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5061 is to be stored inside Area-179's Secure Media Archive.1 Access to SCP-5061 is limited to the researcher assigned to Project-5061-Telephone. Interaction is to be carried out once every 24 hours for the purpose of collecting information regarding SCP-5061 and Entity-5061-1, and all interaction is to be recorded.2 Description: SCP-5061 is a 35 mm film reel encased in an unlabeled container. SCP-5061 holds approximately 305 m of film3- all of which is blank. Despite holding the equivalent of 11 minutes worth of film, SCP-5061 will run indefinitely when played. Upon projection, SCP-5061 displays the image of a dressing room, in which Entity-5061-1 will be present. From information provided by SCP-5061-A, this dressing room is located on the set of the 1942 Warner Brothers production Yankee Doodle Dandy. SCP-5061 can be projected once every 24 hours. Attempting to play SCP-5061 after stopping the projector will result in a blank screen. This will continue until the 24 hour period between projections is over. Entity-5061-1 is a young woman that is present during projections of SCP-5061. The entity can be interacted with by those viewing SCP-5061, and has given no indication of anomalous origin or intent. Entity-5061-1 refers to itself as 'Elizabeth Connors', and has provided a mass of information regarding itself and the nature of SCP-5061. No such name appears in the credits for Yankee Doodle Dandy, nor does the likeness of Entity-5061-1 appear in any known cut of the film. Search of records from various acting agencies and studio archives from the era to match the likeness and description of Entity-5061-1 is ongoing. Information provided by Entity-5061-1 and upon acquisition of the object4 indicates that projecting SCP-5061 acts as a conduit between two separate points in time- one in the present, and one in 1942. Because of the viewpoint provided through projection and references by Entity-5061-1 itself, it is known that Entity-5061-1 can 'see' its viewers through its dressing room mirror. Regardless of what time SCP-5061 is successfully projected,5 Entity-5061-1 will always perceive the event as occurring around 20:00. Addendum 5061.1: Acquisition SCP-5061 was acquired by MTF Mu-3 ("Highest Bidders") from an auction held by Marshall, Carter, and Dark Ltd. on 5/10/2020. An excerpt from the bidder's guide is displayed below. B8O45/GTS72/54V8X Status Selling Demand High Value 85000USD Availability Unique Identifier The Woman in the Reel Description A film reel that- when played- accesses a window to the past- specifically, the dressing room of a 1940s actress by the name of Elizabeth Connors. The viewer is able to interact with Elizabeth, and vice-versa. Elizabeth is able to be talked to once every 24 hours for an indefinite amount of time, or- at least until she has other things to do. To cease interaction, simply turn the projector off, and remove the reel. Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP @ Addendum 5061.2: Project-5061-Telephone In order to gain information about and to thoroughly investigate SCP-5061, Project-5061-Telephone was established and assigned to a sole researcher- Dr. Edward Dune. Transcripts of Dr. Dune's logs are listed below. ► Access File: Project-5061-Telephone.T – 5/11/2020 ▼ Close Project-5061-Telephone.5/11/2020 Video Log Transcript Date: 5/11/2020 Subject: Entity-5061-1 Interviewer: Dr. Edward Dune- Senior Researcher, Area-179 Foreword: Project-5061-Telephone interactions are conducted in Area-179's Media Viewing Theater. Per written request of Dr. Dune, protective glass separating the screen and the viewer has been removed. Note- Dr. Dune: My eyesight's bad enough without the annoying glare. I seriously doubt MCD would sell an item without informing bidders that there's a risk something's going to jump out of the screen and kill you. Actually- I wouldn't put it past them. Whatever. Remove the glass. If anything happens, I could probably deal with it anyway. - Dr. Edward Dune <Begin Recording> <The image of Entity-5061-1 removing cosmetics is projected onto the screen> Dr. Dune: This is Doctor Edward D- Entity-5061-1: <subject yells in surprise> Jesus Christ- not again! You know, I was getting used to not having strange men stare at me in my dressing room. Dr. Dune: You can hear, correct? Entity-5061-1: Oh, he's British. Yes, I'm able to hear you. I can see you too, you know. Dr. Dune: Figured. I'm assuming you prefer 'Elizabeth'? Entity-5061-1: It's my God-given name, sir. And you haven't even introduced yourself! Dr. Dune: Right, right- Doctor Edward Dune. I'll be talking to you for the next couple of days. Is this alright with you? Entity-5061-1: I suppose I don't have much of a choice, do I? Dr. Dune: You don't. Let's start with s- Entity-5061-1: Questions, right? Always questioning. Questioning me, treating me like I'm thick- "Can you leave the room? What day is it?"- Yes, I can leave the room! I'm as real as- well, as real as I think you are. Dr. Dune: Wasn't doubting your existence, Elizabeth. I'd just like to ask you some questions. Entity-5061-1: How about I ask you some questions? Dr. Dune: That'd be sufficient. Entity-5061-1: Sufficient. You're quite distinguished, aren't you, Doctor? Just, answer me this- are you, or, all of you people- oh- it's ridiculous. I couldn't-<sobbing> Dr. Dune: Fucking Christ. Calm down. Look, look- the 'why' behind our communication is just as much of a mystery to me as it is to you, but that's not important. I need to figure out what you are, exactly- Entity-5061-1: What I am? What are you talking about, sir? T- Dr. Dune: What year is it, Elizabeth? Entity-5061-1: Year? Dr. Dune: I'll approach it this way. For me, it's 2020. Entity-5061-1: You're insane. What do you mean? No, I thought about this- and, oh God. You're government, right? It has to be government. I'm an experiment, aren't I? Men from the future, and- oh, it's just ridiculous! Dr. Dune: Why don't you try to tell me about yourself, or where you are? Just, close your eyes and tell me about yourself. Things that are true to you. If you're in distress, we'd be able to help, Elizabeth. Entity-5061-1: Distress? Heavens n- um, okay, I'll try. My name is- uh, Elizabeth Connors. I'm an actress, or at least- that's what people say. It's bit roles and extra work, mostly. I'm not a Barrymore, or a Stanwyck, but I- I like what I do. The cameras, meeting new people- it's pleasant- when the work's there, of course. My uncle's a producer- Oh! I think I'm getting ahead of myself. Dr. Dune: You're doing fine, Elizabeth. <pause> Entity-5061-1: It's okay, sir. I'm not as fat-headed as I may look. I've been thinking about it for awhile, and, well- you're from the future. You said it yourself. They've all said it. I'm accepting it. For me- it's January 3rd, 1941. For you, it's two-thousand and-? Dr. Dune: Twenty. Entity-5061-1: Heavens. <pause> Entity-5061-1: You seem a little more talkative than the others. Dr. Dune: How many people have you talked to? Entity-5061-1: Just a few. Asked me all sorts of strange questions. I was doing my hair, and then all of a sudden four men were in my mirror. Gave me quite a shock, sir. They were always brief- came around for only a couple minutes a night. Dr. Dune: Mirror, huh? Ah, that makes sense. Entity-5061-1: It only happened for a week or so, right around the middle of December. Same time every night, right around 8 o'clock. I thought I was going mad! Eventually, I just accepted it. At first, I wanted to talk to a doctor, and- oh, well- I guess I'm talking to one now. <Dune writes on his notepad> Dr. Dune: Shit works out, doesn't it? Entity-5061-1: <gasping> You're a vulgar doctor, too- talking like that to a woman! I presume manners and a professionalism aren't a staple of the scientific community in 2020, either. Dr. Dune: Hmm? Oh, sorry. Entity-5061-1: <laughing> I'm playing with you, sir. If you heard the things I hear everyday on set, your ears might fall off. Dr. Dune: I doubt that. So, can you- Entity-5061-1: You're not going to be much fun either, are you? Dr. Dune: Probably not. I'm here to study you, Elizabeth. Your compliance makes this a lot easier. The sooner you answer my questions, the sooner you won't have to deal with strange men in your mirror. Entity-5061-1: Well, you haven't been asking me much, sir. You don't have to be so rude when ta- Dr. Dune: Alright, that's enough for tonight. Think about what I said. I have papers to revise. We'll be talking daily. Entity-5061-1: Joy. Dr. Dune: Hold on- I have to get up- reel's still in. Entity-5061-1: What? <Dr. Dune leaves his chair and moves towards the projector> Dr. Dune: Nothing, don't worry about it. <End Recording> ► Access File: Project-5061-Telephone.T – 5/12/2020 ▼ Close Project-5061-Telephone.5/12/2020 Video Log Transcript Date: 5/12/2020 Subject: Entity-5061-1 Interviewer: Dr. Edward Dune- Senior Researcher, Area-179 <Begin Recording> <The image of Entity-5061-1 is projected onto the screen> Dr. Dune: Elizabeth? Entity-5061-1: Right on time. Dr. Dune: Hm. Do you remember what time we talked yesterday? Entity-5061-1: Around eight? Dr. Dune: What time is it now? Exactly? Entity-5061-1: <glancing to the right> 7:55. Dr. Dune: Interesting. <Dune writes on his notepad> Entity-5061-1: Why? Dr. Dune: Observations. More for me than you. Entity-5061-1: Why are you studying me, Doctor? Dr. Dune: I said before, we're studying the means of communication between us. You just happen to be on the other end. Entity-5061-1: But you're still studying me- taking notes and all. Dr. Dune: What kind of researcher would I be if I didn't? Entity-5061-1: Who are you? Dr. Dune: Doctor E- Entity-5061-1: Edward Dune, right. You work for the government, the military- something of the sort? Dr. Dune: You could say that. I work for an organization that investigates things that aren't…normal. Right now, it's the way we're communicating. We study these things, keep them out of the wrong hands- allow the masses to spend their time watching films, or enjoy a day in the park. There's a veil of normalcy that has to be kept, and we're the ones in charge of keeping it. Entity-5061-1: Well, you're quite important. Dr. Dune: Very. <Dune writes on his notepad> Entity-5061-1: No time for film, or a day in the park, or being kind when you're responsible for protecting the world from God knows what, right? Dr. Dune: Not really. Anyways, can you tell me a bit about your everyday routine? Entity-5061-1: What is wrong with you? It's like you've never talked to another person before! You're rude, sir. Dr. Dune: Alright, fine. I'll…I'll stop. I need to know about the nature of your world. Entity-5061-1: The nature of my world? How about the nature of yours, sir? I'm not quite sure what you want from me. You're from the future, right? Just go look up 1942 in an encyclopedia if you're so curious about the nature of my world! Dr. Dune: It isn't like that- Entity-5061-1: Well, what is it like? Keeping secrets doesn't help anyone. Dr. Dune: Fine- I have to figure out whether your 1942 and my 1942 are the same, or if we're looking at something more complex. Entity-5061-1: What do you mean, "my" 1942? What kind of talk is that? Dr. Dune: The kind of talk we specialize in, Elizabeth. Why don't you list off some significant events that have happened recently? Entity-5061-1: Well, I'm not one for politics- but even I know the United States just entered the war. Dr. Dune: I assumed from the accent, but you are in the United States- right? Entity-5061-1: Burbank, California. Dr. Dune: Do you know what prompted the entry into the war? Entity-5061-1: Why, of course! Everyone knows that. The Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor just last month. Dr. Dune: That's good, Elizabeth. Means there's a possibility that we're operating on the same timeline, or a similar one, at least. Entity-5061-1: Oh, right. Good. <Dune writes on his notepad> Entity-5061-1: Look, I understand that conversation isn't exactly your thing, so why don't I take the wheel? Dr. Dune: It's not th- Entity-5061-1: Just relax. Forget about the paperwork, or whatever you have to do after this. Let's just talk. If you're from the future, and- well, if we're on the same brainwave, or whatever you said- can you tell me what happens? With, uh, the war and all. Dr. Dune: Well, It's not exactly protocol for interacting with time anomalies, but I think you can keep a secret, right? Entity-5061-1: I never kiss and tell, sir. Dr. Dune: I'm speaking English, aren't I? <Entity-5061-1 smiles and holds its hands to its mouth> Entity-5061-1: No. I didn't even thi- Dr. Dune: Mhm. Entity-5061-1: That's wonderful! I- I felt guilty about doing all of this, when the world's in chaos, and people are struggling- and I'm just here- dancing, singing, smiling. There's a war out there, and all I can do is play pretend. Dr. Dune: Rosie the Riveter a thing yet? Entity-5061-1: Who? Dr. Dune: Oh, you just wait. No, Elizabeth- don't feel guilty. There's a saying where I'm from- about dying in the darkness, so others can live in the light. You're living in the light, Elizabeth. There's nothing wrong with that. World needs a little light sometimes. Entity-5061-1: <sighing> Right. I suppose making people smile is a noble goal. Dr. Dune: You're taking their minds off of what's going on out there. What you're doing is important. People like you- they're needed. Entity-5061-1: Thank you, sir. I just felt- Dr. Dune: Don't. Look, I'm sorry. In my line of work, I deal with a lot of inhumanity, literally and emotionally. Usually when I'm communicating with something- it's planting a memetic trigger in my cornea, or lashing out at me. I just wasn't sure- Entity-5061-1: It's okay, sir. You didn't know if I was safe to talk to, or if I was a real person. I understand. Dr. Dune: It's the reality of the job. I should've approached you more humanely. I realize you have hopes, fears, and you're undoubtedly living a life of your own. Entity-5061-1: You're fine. Why don't we just talk? You can get your information, and I can have someone to talk to this late at night. Dr. Dune: That'd be su- that'd be fine. <pause> Dr. Dune: You said you're on a movie set, right? Entity-5061-1: Mhm, a Warner Brothers production. If that means anything to you. Dr. Dune: Warner Brothers? Oh, Elizabeth- it does. They're still as big of a studio now as they were back then. Entity-5061-1: Heavens! Really? Dr. Dune: Of course. What's the movie? One of those gangster ones? Entity-5061-1: Oh, it's not a crime film. It's a musical- Yankee Doodle Dandy. Dr. Dune: Yankee Doodle? I think I've heard of that one before. I don't really have time for- Entity-5061-1: <gasping> Really? I'm in a popular musical in the future! Dr. Dune: Well, I wouldn't say popular. Entity-5061-1: You've heard of it. Dr. Dune: I've heard of a lot of movies, doesn't mean I've seen them. Entity-5061-1: <laughing> You are so bitter. Dr. Dune: Hard not to be when you're in my position. Entity-5061-1: Oh please, I have to deal with Mr. Curtiz on a daily basis. You're just like him! You're on a deadline to get something done, so everyone else has to suffer. Dr. Dune: I do not make people suffe- Entity-5061-1: Why'd you get so short with me back there, hm, Mr. Curtiz? Dr. Dune: I already apologized! It wasn't right. Entity-5061-1: Mmm, I'm not convinced. Dr. Dune: <laughing> I apologize, Elizabeth. I deal with my fair share of assholes above me, too. I don't want to be another asshole above you. Entity-5061-1: <laughing> He is a bit of an- uh- Dr. Dune: A what? Entity-5061-1: An asshole. <laughing> I'm so sorry, I just- <laughing> I try not to talk like that. Dr. Dune: If the man's an asshole, the man's an asshole- simple as that. Entity-5061-1: <laughing> That's so bad! It's true though. We've been reshooting the same scene for the past week or so. A dance number. You'd think we'd have never danced in our lives from the way he talks to us. And don't even ask me about Joan- that bitch- the Prima Donna herself. Dr. Dune: 'That bitch'? <laughing> You'll have to tell me about her. Entity-5061-1: Oh, I think I will, sir. Tomorrow night. We're doing another shoot at 10 o'clock sharp, and it's one of her scenes. But, I think I'll be getting to bed now, if you don't mind. Dr. Dune: No problem at all, Elizabeth- we got some good info from this one. Entity-5061-1: And? Dr. Dune: And? Entity-5061-1: You had a pleasant conversation. Dr. Dune: Yeah. I did. Thank you. Sorry about being a dick to you, yeah? Entity-5061-1: It's okay. You're kind, when you want to be. Dr. Dune: Now, don't say that. <laughing> Get some rest. <Dune gets out of his seat to turn off the projector> Entity-5061-1: Wait, sir. I have another question. Dr. Dune: <Dune steps away from the projector and gestures> Shoot. Entity-5061-1: Is it all worth it? This, I mean- Elizabeth Connors. Does that name mean anything to you? <pause> Dr. Dune: Yes, it does. <Entity-5061-1 smiles and nods. Dune stops the projector and faces the camera.> Dr. Dune: Elizabeth Connors. <End Recording> ► Access File: Project-5061-Telephone.T – 5/15/2020 ▼ Close Project-5061-Telephone.5/15/2020 Video Log Transcript Date: 5/15/2020 Subject: Entity-5061-1 Interviewer: Dr. Edward Dune- Senior Researcher, Area-179 Foreword: Dr. Dune and Entity-5061-1 have been maintaining daily communication up to this point. Logs have been omitted from this file for lack of overall relevance. <Begin Recording> <Entity-5061-1 is displayed onscreen> Entity-5061-1: Doctor. Dr. Dune: Well? Entity-5061-1: <subject jumps up from its chair> I got into the audition! Dr. Dune: Holy shit! I knew you had it in you! Entity-5061-1: I talked to Mr. Zedder and he said he liked mine the best! I- I didn't even think I could get in, but- Dr. Dune: That's fucking great, Liz. No, really. You earned this one, girl. Entity-5061-1: A Universal picture! Doctor, could you imagine me- headlining a Universal picture? Ah, heavens- I could just see it! Dr. Dune: Of course I can! You're a natural. That script you did last night? Top notch. Entity-5061-1: Ah! I'm so happy! Dr. Dune: Good thing I came prepared! <Dr. Dune brandishes a bottle of wine, pops the cap, and begins drinking. He gestures towards the screen.> Dr. Dune: Drink up. Entity-5061-1: Directly from the bottle, doctor? Dr. Dune: Not like I'm sharing it with anyone. Entity-5061-1: You're sharing it with me. Dr. Dune: Hmm, in a way. So, I was thinking- if you do get this role, or- hell, whenever this production's over and you move out of the dressing room- how are we going to talk? Entity-5061-1: I, uh, never thought of that. I mean, I wouldn't mind staying here. It's not like I have anywhere else, and I'm already paying rent, and- Dr. Dune: You know you can't do that. Entity-5061-1: You're right. I guess I'll just have to buy the dresser itself. Dr. Dune: With what money? Entity-5061-1: Can't your Foundation anonymously wire some back in time? Dr. Dune: <laughing> Anomalously. And no, don't think we have one of those yet. Entity-5061-1: How am I supposed to know? You talk about pictures that kill you, and portals to other worlds- but you don't have a way to drop pennies from heaven? Dr. Dune: There's a Foundation back in your time, you know. You should find them. <laughing> Maybe they'll pay for the dresser. I'm sure they'd love to interact with a future version of their little pet project. Oh God, that'd be terrible. Please don't do that, Liz. Entity-5061-1: Wasn't planning on it. Besides, I wouldn't even know where to find you people. Dr. Dune: Oh, we're around. More common than you think. Entity-5061-1: Do you like what you do? <pause> Dr. Dune: No. No, Liz. I don't. Entity-5061-1: If you don't want to talk about it- Dr. Dune: It's fine. I figured we'd cross this bridge eventually. Entity-5061-1: Really, doctor- I apologize for asking. Dr. Dune: Unfortunately, I didn't come to the Foundation by choice. It's family work, in a line of business that death is particularly fond of. You're always left with more questions than answers, and sometimes you go looking for those answers. What you come back with isn't always what you wanted. I'm rambling- sorry. Entity-5061-1: Why don't you leave? Dr. Dune: I can't. They want me. Easier to watch me this way. I leave, I end up just like you- a number and a file to be catalogued and stored in the archive. But I'm a useful bastard, and I do my job well enough that the Foundation benefits from keeping me around. Entity-5061-1: Why would they catalogue you? What's there to study? Dr. Dune: I'd rather not talk about it. <pause> Dr. Dune: This project isn't so bad, though. Talking to you. It's nice to just unwind. Doesn't even feel like work anymore. Entity-5061-1: I enjoy it too. Must be a break from the rest of the, um, shit that you put up with on a daily basis. Dr. Dune: That's not very proper of you, isn't it, Liz? Entity-5061-1: Been talking to you too much. <laughing> Dr. Dune: No lab assistants who don't know how to clean equipment, no junior staff fighting for my approval, nothing's actively trying to kill me- it's almost- normal. Funny- that is- normal for me being talking to someone who could be my great grandmother. Entity-5061-1: I might be. Dr. Dune: No, you don't have the Dune ugliness. It's our signature trait. Can't get into the family without it. Entity-5061-1: Don't think I don't know where you're going with this, doctor. You're calling me beautiful. I've been sweet-talked before, and no amount of walking that back is going to save you. Dr. Dune: <laughing> Don't flirt with me, Liz- I'm supposed to be researching you. Entity-5061-1: Oh, we're back to the research stage now? Dr. Dune: We never left it, Liz. <pause> Dr. Dune: Maybe in another time. Entity-5061-1: Well- what should time have to do with anything? You're in my life every single day! We're real to each other. Why does it matter where we are. I still see you, and hear you, and- Dr. Dune: Liz, in my timeline, you're dead. I'm communicating with you, and that might be affecting the past, but you're dead. Entity-5061-1: But every time you talk to me, I'm alive. Dr. Dune: You know it wouldn't work. Entity-5061-1: <tearing up> I know. But it would've. I want to know about your world, I want to know about you. Be there for you. You have no one, doctor. Dr. Dune: I have you, and you're doing a fine job at keeping me sane. <Entity-5061-1 places its hand against its mirror> Entity-5061-1: I can't touch you. Oh, God- I can't touch you. <crying> What did I do to deserve this? I can't even touch you. Dr. Dune: It's alright, Liz. It's okay. Just breathe. You can see me, can't you? You said it yourself- I'm real. You're real. We're talking- sharing things about our day, our hopes for the future. This time shit's just an obstacle we'll have to deal with. No use dwelling on it. <Entity-5061-1 wipes its tears with a tissue> Entity-5061-1: Okay. Dr. Dune: I'm not going to turn the projector off. I'll stay with you as long as you'd like. It hurts me too. Entity-5061-1: You're a good comforter, doctor. Better than you think. Dr. Dune: Maybe I am. <pause> Dr. Dune: It's late. Entity-5061-1: I think you should stay. Dr. Dune: I think so too. <pause> Entity-5061-1: Goodnight, doctor. Dr. Dune: You can call me Edward if you want. Entity-5061-1: Goodnight, Edward. Dr. Dune: Goodnight, Elizabeth. <Transcript ends here. SCP-5061 was left projecting overnight> <End Recording> ► Access File: Project-5061-Telephone.T – 5/21/2020 ▼ Close Project-5061-Telephone.5/21/2020 Video Log Transcript Date: 5/21/2020 Subject: Entity-5061-1 Interviewer: Dr. Edward Dune- Senior Researcher, Area-179 <Begin Recording> <The image of Entity-5061-1 is projected onto the screen.> Entity-5061-1: Edward? Dr. Dune: Hey. Entity-5061-1: I got the notice. Dr. Dune: Last week? Entity-5061-1: Mr. Curtiz thinks so. Dr. Dune: Oh. Entity-5061-1: All of my scenes are shot, too. I shouldn't even be here. Dr. Dune: You rented it out for the month, right? Entity-5061-1: Months almost up. Dr. Dune: Shit. Did you talk to your uncle? Entity-5061-1: Hasn't gotten back to me. He'll get me extra work, no problem- but a place to stay? That's on me. Dr. Dune: I…There's nothing I can do, really. Huh. Entity-5061-1: It's not your place. Dr. Dune: Your uncle- he keeps his distance, eh? Entity-5061-1: Wasn't always like that. I guess he never got over me being a failed child actor. Dr. Dune: That long, huh? Entity-5061-1: Oh, it was fine in the silents. It was like playing charades. As soon as talkies came around, they realized I couldn't act- and, they just regulated me to extra work. Dr. Dune: You can dance, though. Entity-5061-1: Charades, like I said. Dr. Dune: Get any word back from Zedder? He might be able to get you a place to stay. Entity-5061-1: Nothing yet. Funny- he said I'll know by the end of the month. Don't worry yourself, Edward. My uncle's soft enough to let me stay a couple nights to get back on my feet. Dr. Dune: I'm sure he will, and if he doesn't- just bring him to me. I'll tell him I'm God, or something. Entity-5061-1: <laughing> I still have another week. Worry about it when we get there, right? Dr. Dune: Right. Entity-5061-1: Are you good? Dr. Dune: I'm fine, Liz. Been a rough day. Entity-5061-1: What happened? Dr. Dune: Director's breathing down my neck about outdated files and improperly formatted junior test logs. It's like they know nothing about writing a research paper. I mean, jesus, we're talking about kids right out of school, here. Should be fresh in their brains! Entity-5061-1: Oh, well- I agree! Fresh in their brains! <laughing> Dr. Dune: He loves me. Good 'ol Roman. He'll see this, too. Hi Roman, you incompetent piece of shit! <laughing> Entity-5061-1: He lets you talk like that? Dr. Dune: Liz, he needs me. I mean, how else would this place keep itself together? Entity-5061-1: I'm just making sure, I'd hate to see you let go. Dr. Dune: Imagine that. You might get Doctor Crouch. Entity-5061-1: Is he the foreigner? Dr. Dune: He's the space alien. Entity-5061-1: <laughing> I don't think I'd like him very much. Dr. Dune: I'm not going anywhere, Liz. You don't have to worry. Entity-5061-1: Okay. I just- Dr. Dune: What? Entity-5061-1: I'm getting used to this. Dr. Dune: What's wrong with that? Entity-5061-1: You were right, Edward. Maybe in another time. Dr. Dune: Maybe. Hey, how's your memory? Entity-5061-1: Why? Dr. Dune: Thinking of something. Can you list off everything you've been in? Entity-5061-1: Uh, I think so. My first film was a silent, obviously, 1928- I believe? <Log omitted for lack of relevance. Subject provided a body of work alongside various personal anecdotes. Conversation continued for 51:26 before projector was turned off.> ► Access File: Project-5061-Telephone.T – 5/25/2020 ▼ Close Project-5061-Telephone.5/25/2020 Video Log Transcript Date: 5/25/2020 Subject: Entity-5061-1 Interviewer: Dr. Edward Dune- Senior Researcher, Area-179 <Begin Recording> <Entity-5061-1 is projected onto the screen> Entity-5061-1: Hello, Edward! I thought I wouldn't make it tonight, but- here I am. Dr. Dune: You're still taking down the set? Entity-5061-1: It's almost done, but, yeah. It's a lot of work. Dr. Dune: I'm sure. Last day, right? Entity-5061-1: Last day. Everyone left a couple hours ago. It's just me and a couple stragglers. Dr. Dune: So- Entity-5061-1: I have until tomorrow. Then I either call back Mr. Zedder, or my uncle, or- Dr. Dune: Why not ask Sandra? You said she was willing to- Entity-5061-1: I'm not taking handouts. I barely kno- Dr. Dune: It's not a handout, it's a matter of you having a place to stay- Entity-5061-1: Edward, it'll work out, okay? Do you know why? <pause> Entity-5061-1: I bought the dresser! I talked to Wilson and he said they were getting new ones in just next month. Dr. Dune: Seriously? That's amazing! We- Entity-5061-1: We'll be able to talk! Isn't that just wonderful? Dr. Dune: Even if you're living in a box by next week- at least you'll have a nice dresser! Entity-5061-1: <laughing> Oh, don't say that! I'll be fine. Dr. Dune: I have no doubt in my mind. Uh, I have some news too. Remember those department certifications we were going through this week? Entity-5061-1: Today was the last day, right? Did you pass? Dr. Dune: Flying colors. I talked to the inspection team for about seven hours just wrapping things up, but we passed. Area-179 is a top of the line Foundation installation. Entity-5061-1: Heavens, that's wonderful! Dr. Dune: Proud of myself. Hell, I'm even proud of Roman. Kept it together pretty well for the suits. You know what kept me going this whole week? Entity-5061-1: Oh, stop. Don't even go there. <laughing> Dr. Dune: It's true, Liz. It's cathartic- this. Entity-5061-1: I tend to have that effect on people. <Dune lights a cigarette> Dr. Dune: Should be required for working in this shithole. Entity-5061-1: I don't think I'd be able to talk to that many people. <laughing> Dr. Dune: Ah, you'd manage. <pause> Entity-5061-1: Edward, what exactly have you concluded from studying me? Dr. Dune: That you're a bright, beautiful young woman who has a promising career ahead of her? Entity-5061-1: How flattering. I'm serious. Dr. Dune: To be honest with you, not much. Thing just works. No anomalous residue, no memetic effects- it's just a window in time, and you're on the other side of it. Entity-5061-1: What about me? You asked about my previous work. Why? Dr. Dune: Well, I can't exactly disclose that information, Liz. Entity-5061-1: Why not? You already told me that we win the war, why can't you tell me about myself? Dr. Dune: Think about it this way, if I told you- all the shock would be gone, eh? Entity-5061-1: Oh, I suppose you're right. I won't push it further. Dr. Dune: Besides, we're playing with time, Liz. If I told you, it might not happen that way in actuality. Get it? Entity-5061-1: I do. I don't like it, but I understand. You have your reasons for doing what you do. Dr. Dune: Yeah. Right. <pause> <phone ringing> Dr. Dune: For you? Entity-5061-1: It's a bit late. Hello? Yes, this is she. Oh. Well, thank you for informing me. Tomorrow? Yes, that'd be perfect. Mary, right. Thank you. <pause> Dr. Dune: What was that? Entity-5061-1: <screaming> Yes! Yes! Yes! I got it! It was Mr. Zedder's secretary! I got a part in the Universal picture! A lead! Dr. Dune: A lead? Entity-5061-1: Yes! A lead! I got a lead role! Out of everyone who auditioned- they picked me! Heavens, isn't that amazing? Dr. Dune: Yeah, that's….amazing. Liz, what did you say the name of the film was? Entity-5061-1: Something like, He's My Guy? I believe that's it, yes. Why? Dr. Dune: It's nothing. Data collection, yeah? I'm proud of you, Liz! You earned it. Entity-5061-1: She said I could come out tomorrow for a production meeting! Mr. Zedder wants to see me again! <pause> Entity-5061-1: What's wrong, Edward? This is wonderful! Dr. Dune: Of course it is! I was preoccupied, sorry about that! I was just thinking about the certification tests. Mind's still not off it. <laughing> How about I go break out the drink, huh? Entity-5061-1: Oh, alright! I'll get mine! <Dune leaves the theater> <pause> <Dune returns with a bottle of wine> Dr. Dune: A toast to Elizabeth Connors- a brilliant actress. Entity-5061-1: Cheers! <laughing> <Log omitted for lack of relevance. Subject and interviewer celebrated and talked for another hour before exchanging pleasantries. SCP-5061 was removed from the projector. ► Access File: Project-5061-Telephone.T – 5/26/2020 ▼ Close Project-5061-Telephone.5/26/2020 Video Log Transcript Date: 5/26/2020 Subject: Entity-5061-1 Interviewer: Dr. Edward Dune- Senior Researcher, Area-179 <Begin Recording> <The image of Entity-5061-1 is projected onto the screen. Subject is clearly in a state of distress.> Dr. Dune: Liz? Entity-5061-1: Edward? Edward, I'm scared. Dr. Dune: What's going on, Liz? Are you okay? Entity-5061-1: I…I stuck around, just to talk to you. They're moving everyone out of the area, but I stuck around. Dr. Dune: What's happening? Who's moving people? Liz, you need to talk to me! <loud noises from outside the dressing room> Entity-5061-1: <crying> Edward, you said we win. Why would you say that- Dr. Dune: Elizabeth, you need to talk to me. You need to tell me what's going on immediately. Entity-5061-1: <distressed> They're bombing the city. Edward- they're bombing the city! The Japanese, oh my God, Edward. They're outside! I- Dr. Dune: No, no, no, no, no, fuck- Entity-5061-1: Edward, please tell me we win- Edward. What's wrong, Edward? Why- Dr. Dune: Shit. God-fucking-damnit, Liz. I…I'm sorry. Liz, I'm sorry. I lied to you, Liz. I fucking knew it. Shit, it makes sense now. Entity-5061-1: What's going on? Edward, please. Tell me we win, Edward! What do you mean you lied? Dr. Dune: I asked you, about your films, all those nights ago. Remember that, Liz? Remember when I asked you that? Entity-5061-1: Oh my God- Dr. Dune: Fuck. I should've told you. I should've fucking told you. I- Entity-5061-1: Told me what? Edward, please! Dr. Dune: <screaming> I did my research, Liz. I looked. I looked online, I even watched half of the damn things. You're not credited once. Not a single goddamn time. Entity-5061-1: What the hell does that mean? I was certainly cre- <loud noises from outside the dressing room> Entity-5061-1: <screaming> Edward? What do you mean, Edward? Dr. Dune: This reel. The way we're communicating. God, I'm a fucking idiot. It's not a window in time. It's another dimension. God- Entity-5061-1: Wh- Dr. Dune: Your 1942 isn't my 1942, Liz. It's obvious now. Fucking Christ, the Japanese never attacked Burbank, California. That never happened. They don't attack shit! No one does! We drop a fucking bomb on them and it's over. <Dune throws a chair> Entity-5061-1: Does that mean, oh my God, Edward- Dr. Dune: Yes, it's an alternate timeline. Anything can happen. You can lose, Liz. You can lose. Entity-5061-1: Oh my god, wh- what am I going to do, Edward? Dr. Dune: Why do you think I was so disturbed last night? There's no Elizabeth Connors in He's My Guy. <shouting> There's no fucking Elizabeth Connors in anything, let alone a lead role. You don't fucking exist. There's nothing. Entity-5061-1: <distressed> W-Why didn't you tell me? Edward, why didn't you tell me? Why did you lie to me? Dr. Dune: Because I didn't know for sure! Last night confirmed it. You were happy. What was I supposed to fucking do? You could make something of yourself, Liz. Timelines diverge. You can be a star! Why would I fucking tell you that you don't exist? Can't you think? Entity-5061-1: Edward- Dr. Dune: <distressed> No, Liz. You need to get the fuck out of Burbank, now. If they're evacuating, you fucking join them. No, I don't know if you win. Fuck, I don't know anything. But I don't know if you lose, either. You have a life to live ahead of you. Just fucking leave! Go! Entity-5061-1: I'm staying with you. Dr. Dune: Leave! Liz! You fucking idiot, don't you dare die for me. I'm not fucking real, Liz. I'm not fucking real. I- Entity-5061-1: <screaming> Edward, I'm staying- Dr. Dune: I'm stopping this, right- <Dune gets up towards the projector> Entity-5061-1: <shouting> Do it. Turn off the projector. Kill me, Edward. Fucking do it- <Dune stops> Dr. Dune: Oh my god, Liz. I- < crying> Entity-5061-1: Stay with me, Edward. Please, I'm scared- Edward, stay with me. <Dune repeatedly slams his fist against the wall> Dr. Dune: I'm not going to do this to you. You deserve life- Entity-5061-1: Edward, I- <loud noises> <screen turns white> <pause> <SCP-5061 stops projecting> Dr. Dune: <shouting> No, no, no, no, fuck, fuck. WHY? Fuck YOU. WHY? WHY? Why the fuck, god FUCK! <Dune removes SCP-5061> Dr. Dune: Please, please, please, please- fucking please- <Dune places SCP-5061 back onto the projector> Dr. Dune: Please. Please, please, oh god, please. <SCP-5061 does not project> Dr. Dune: <shouting> You fucking piece of shit- why, WHY, WHY WHY- <Dune knocks over the projector> Dr. Dune: Liz. Liz, why the fuck? Oh my god, FUCK. <Log is silent for the next 24 minutes, sans Dune's crying and spouts of brief profanity. Omitted for lack of relevance> Addendum 5061.3: Project-5061-Telephone: UPDATE As of 5/27/2020, Project-5061-Telephone has been suspended. See notice below. ► Access File: Project-5061-Telephone-CEASE ▼ Close Re: Project-5061-Telephone SCP-5061 has been neutralized. Our knowledge of the nature of SCP-5061 has changed. Object class and description update pending. Project-5061-Telephone has been dissolved permanently. - Dr. Edward T. Dune, Senior Researcher, Area-179 Footnotes 1. Kept according to standard film preservation protocols. 2. See Project-5061-Telephone logs below. 3. The standard for a 35 mm reel. 4. See Addendum-5061.1: Acquisition. 5. Within the 24 hour cool-down period. |
SCP-5062 | safe | Item #: SCP-5062 Special Containment Procedures: The hotel containing SCP-5062 has been vacated by the Foundation under the pretense of unsafe building conditions. Foundation security personnel are to maintain the cover of an independent security company assigned to the property to keep guard over SCP-5062. Individuals who have survived exposure to SCP-5062 are to be monitored in their public lives, and their body parts kept in cold storage following drone retrieval. Any testing involving SCP-5062 must be approved by the current project head. Description: SCP-5062 is room 233 of the Echo hotel in Moscow, Russia. The room contains a king-sized bed, a writing desk, a mini-fridge and a nightstand containing a copy of the King James Bible. When removed from the room, these articles will return as soon as they are unobserved. When an individual enters the empty SCP-5062, they will find themselves unable to leave. In addition, individuals outside the room will be unable to enter or retrieve the victim. No physical barrier exists preventing exit or entry, but all individuals involved will find themselves unable to even contemplate performing such actions. At the same time an individual becomes trapped inside SCP-5062, a pair of scissors will spontaneously manifest on the writing desk (if the writing desk is not currently in the room, they will instead appear on the carpet). The size and specific form of these scissors will vary depending on the trapped individual, but are consistently at least 7.5cm long. Once these scissors appear, the trapped individual will become aware that the only method of leaving SCP-5062 is by using said scissors to sever one of their own body parts. The specific body part required to be severed in order to leave SCP-5062 differs from case to case. Once severed, the body part in question will rapidly become shriveled and blackened, and the victim will become able to leave SCP-5062. Following exit, the victim may experience additional symptoms including: Elevated levels of generosity and altruism. Increased levels of charisma. A significantly greater desire to enact positive change in the world around them. Addendum 5062-1 (Victim Log): The following is a record of known individuals who have entered SCP-5062 and left following exposure to its anomalous effects, along with the body parts they lost and details of their lives following exposure. Subject Body Part Subsequent Events Polina Novikova, F, Age 8 Tip of fingernail. No further psychological symptoms noted. Following exposure, Ms. Novikova reported the anomaly to her parents staying in the hotel, who subsequently reported it to the authorities. D-2291, M, Age 34 Index finger. Following exposure, D-2291 exhibited greater loyalty to fellow D-Class and significantly reduced antisocial tendencies. Following release at the end of his employment period, D-2291 returned to his hometown and became an office worker, demonstrating no further criminal tendencies. D-9319, M, Age 21 Tongue. Following exposure, D-9319 demonstrated significantly more honesty when dealing with staff. Following release, he went on to donate the remains of his personal funds to victims of fraud. D-4388, F, Age 42 Both hands. D-4388 expired during exposure to SCP-5062 due to blood loss after cutting off one hand. A muffled moaning sound was subsequently audible beneath the floorboards1. Scissors continued moving independently following death and cut off D-4388's second hand before SCP-5062's effects ceased. D-5222, M, Age 262 Head. Scissors manifested as a pair of large garden shears, which D-5222 utilized after a period of seventy-three hours. Following self-decapitation, D-5222’s body remained animate and left SCP-5062; when later questioned, supervising personnel were unable to recall why they did not prevent this. The headless corpse then left the hotel completely and, over the course of the next twelve months, ran for a position in the local council. No media covering the election, nor individuals consuming said media, were able to perceive D-5222 as a headless corpse. Following its victory, the corpse passed a number of laws protecting the homeless population in the district before finally expiring. The body was recovered and all direct witnesses amnesticized, with a sophisticated misinformation campaign successfully preventing a breach of the Veil. Testing involving individuals guilty of numerous counts of first-degree murder suspended indefinitely. Footnotes 1. Subsequent investigation found no abnormalities beneath the floorboards of SCP-5062. 2. Known in the media as the Salavat Ripper. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5062" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5062. Licensed under CC-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-5063 | safe | Item #: SCP-5063 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5063 is contained within an airtight glass container filled with seawater. Outside of testing, access to SCP-5063 is barred from personnel who do not fulfill either of the following requirements: Personnel was born after 1975. Personnel has not been within a 30-meter radius of an alligator snapping turtle (Macrochelys temminckii) within the last 60 days. Description: SCP-5063 is an empty, lidless can of mock turtle soup, manufactured by the Campbell Soup Company in the 1940s. SCP-5063's anomalous effect manifests whenever a live human being who doesn't fulfill the previously mentioned requirements, as determined by testing, enters its vicinity. The alligator snapping turtle they were in proximity to disappears, and SCP-5063 is filled with turtle soup, the meat of which originates from the affected turtle. The origin of the other ingredients is unknown. The soup does not manifest any additional anomalies, and is safe for consumption. SCP-5063 can not be activated by an individual born after 1975. This is suspected to be due to the popularity of turtle soup in the United States having considerably diminished at that point. Submersion in water limits the trigger effect to physical contact only, unless the water originates from a lake inhabited by alligator snapping turtles, in which case contact between SCP-5063 and the water will activate the effect, transmuting every turtle within the lake into soup. Discovery: Prior to containment, SCP-5063 was held at a soup museum in Washington DC. Its anomalous properties were discovered when a visitor accidentally activated its effect after standing near it during office hours. Foundation webcrawlers flagged a possible connection between the activation of SCP-5063 and the simultaneous disappearance of a turtle held at the Smithsonian's National Zoo, leading to subsequent containment of the anomaly. The item was contained under the cover story of having been infested by a hazardous mold, and the witnesses of both events were amnesticized. ▶ Interview ◀ ▼ Close ▼ INTERVIEWER: Agent Winter McCormick INTERVIEWEE: Donald Edison FOREWORD: According to museum records, SCP-5063 was donated to the exhibit by Donald Edison, a nonagenarian housed at a retirement house in Illinois. Mr. Edison was sought out for an interview in hopes of acquiring additional information about the anomaly. [BEGIN LOG] Agent McCormick: Hello, Mr. Edison. Sorry for bothering you, but I was wondering if you could spare me a minute of your time. I'm with National Geographic and I have some questions I'd like to ask you. I am making an article on the history of soups and the museum where your can of mock turtle soup is displayed at plays an important role. Mr. Edison: (chuckles) You're a bad liar, son. Agent McCormick: What makes you think I'm lying? Mr. Edison: You're here because you found out that the can is magic. I figured that in a world with things like the can and people like the person who made it, there must be someone responsible for keeping it out of the public eye. Am I correct? Agent McCormick: Sir, I assure you, I am just a journalist. Mr. Edison: Whatever you say, son. Ask what you want. Agent McCormick: Okay, thank you. How about we start with how you originally came to possess the item. Mr. Edison: Fine by me. You might want to sit down though, this is a long story. (Agent McCormick sits) Mr. Edison: Good. To start this off, how much do you know about the prominence of turtle soup in the late 1800's and the early 1900's? Agent McCormick: Nothing. Mr. Edison: Well, it was all the rage back then, specifically when made with the meat of an alligator snapping turtle. Despite the relatively high price, it sold really well. Restaurants were literally better off serving mock turtle soup made from a calf's head, than no turtle soup at all. I have personal experience with that, because I was working as a cook in a small restaurant called Bogside House in Texas in the 1940's. We were struggling, to say the least. There was another restaurant within walking distance, that served genuine turtle soup, while we could only afford the canned fake stuff. I realized that if we couldn't start serving the real stuff we would have gone under within weeks. I went to tell this to our owner, a fella named Redder, but he didn't seem at all worried. Instead, he just tells me that he knows someone who can help us. Agent McCormick: And this someone created the can? Mr. Edison: Yes. Let me preface this by saying that Redder was an odd fellow. He was… more versed in things like this, and he moved in even weirder company. Occultists, mystics, and individuals who I'm not sure were entirely human. The person who made the can was one of those. They arrived just as we were closing in for the night. They were dressed in a dark, ragged leather coat and a hood that I never saw under. I don't know if I would have wanted to. They also smelt like damp earth. I thought it was all very pretentious, but it was still very unnerving. Agent McCormick: Did you ever learn what this character was called? Mr. Edison: It did come up at some point, but this was a long time ago, and my memory isn't what it used to. I think it was Du… something. Anyway, they were carrying with them a big, cloth covered cage with a turtle inside. They took it to the kitchen and set it on a counter. Then they took a used Campbell's can, and set it next to the cage, before doing… something. Agent McCormick: Uhh… could you elaborate? Mr. Edison: Yeah, it's just… I'm trying to think how to put it into words. It was… kind of like looking at a corrupted film. Everything got all scrambled up and weird. The room expanded and twisted seemingly infinitely, and then in the next second everything was all tight and compressed. There were odd sounds and colors coming from… somewhere, and gravity felt like it was throwing a hissy fit. All the while the poor turtle was being turned inside-out and back again, aged to a skeleton and then reversed into a fetus. All of this took maybe ten to fifteen seconds, and the only thing that wasn't affected was the hooded fellow. Despite everything going on around them, they stayed completely unchanged and unmoving, like the eye of a storm. To me that was the scariest part. When it was over, everything snapped back into place, like nothing had ever happened. I threw up immediately. I think Redder did too. (pause) Afterwards the unholy fellow explained to us how the can works, before going to leave. I tried to ask them if they wanted payment, but they told me that they already claimed it, before walking out the door. Just thinking about it sends shivers down my old spine. Agent McCormick: And did the can help revive your business? Mr. Edison: Oh, it most certainly did. Back then, that area of Texas used to be chock full of snapping turtles, so everyone that walked through our doors had been near one. So, due to that, we used to do this thing where I would take a huge pot, and I would just place the can on the bottom. Then, when orders of turtle soup started coming in, I would just walk through the restaurant and let the pot fill up on its own. Then I would just begin pouring fresh, hot turtle soup straight out of the pot. The customers loved it. And soon enough, people heard that we were selling fresh turtle soup at a low price, and they began flooding in. We were ecstatic, of course. We were practically swimming in cash. Not long after, the other restaurant went under because our soup was better. One of the cooks from that establishment actually approached me and asked if he could come work for us instead. I had to turn the young chap down of course… I couldn't let anyone know the secret behind our success. Word of our culinary delights spread like wildfire, and people from all across the country started turning up. Big names, even! I'm talking movie stars, singers, politicians. Hell, Humphrey Bogart himself visited us once! Agent McCormick: Did you not think about how many turtles the can must have been killing for something like that? Mr. Edison: Not at this point, no. Why would I have? I could finally afford to buy a fancier car, jewelry for my beloved, suits and better knives. None of that really matters to me anymore, but at the time there was no room in my mind for a bunch of reptiles, and I never stopped to think how many turtles we were killing every night, because I didn't really know. Because of the little spectacle we were doing, there was no real way to measure exactly how many times the can was activated. It must have been dozens. Per day. It wasn't until nearly a decade in, that I finally realized what we were doing. I was hiking in a swampland with my wife at the time, may she rest in peace, collecting huckleberries, when it hit me. There was no hissing. Agent McCormick: Hissing? Mr. Edison: Yes, hissing! That's the sound that alligators snapping turtles make when they feel threatened. Up until that point, every time I had gone there, there had been turtles basking on the edges of a pond, hissing anytime we got close. Now, they were gone. I realized then what I had done, and how big of a mistake it had been. Agent McCormick: What did you do about it? Mr. Edison: Nothing at first! We had a good thing going, and there was no way we could have continued it without the can. However, I couldn't just forget about it. It kept bothering me, and eventually I felt like I had to go to Redder. I told him how what we were doing was hurting the ecosystem. How it wasn't sustainable. I told him we would end up completely decimating the local turtle population, but he wouldn't listen. He said I was getting paranoid. Said he didn't care about no turtles. "What do you mean you don't care about no turtles?" I asked him. They were the source of our income! You are supposed to care about that! He just hand waved it aside, insisting that the population will hold. Of course, it didn't. Soon after, I started noticing that the can didn't produce as much soup as it used to. The diminishing was small at first, but increased quickly. And then one day, it was just empty. I stood there, with a pot in my hands, in the middle of customers, staring at the can, but nothing came out. I was forced to make a fool of myself by telling them that there's no soup to serve. I swear to God, some people got up and left right there and then. That was the beginning of the end. On each following night, there were less and less people, until eventually, nobody came. We had to close. Agent McCormick: What did you do then? Mr. Edison: My wife and I had to move to a cheaper city. I went on to work in several different restaurants until my retirement, but none of them ever saw the amount of success that Bogside House once did. Agent McCormick: (nods) What about Redder? Mr. Edison: Oh, I never saw him again. I think I overheard him say that he would return to some library… but other than that I have no idea what he did afterwards. Agent McCormick: But why did he let you keep the can, when he was the one who got it made? Mr. Edison: Redder didn't show a lot of interest in it, so I simply asked him if I could keep it and he said yes. Agent McCormick: But why did you want it? Mr. Edison: Well, I figured that Redder wouldn't care if it kept killing turtles, so I figured I would take it and move somewhere where there are none. And besides, who doesn't want to own a piece of magic? Then I became old, and unable to care for myself, so I wanted to spend the last of my years here in Illinois, where I was born and raised. I couldn't take the can with me, because this place still has a few turtles left, so I donated it to the museum in hopes it would never activate again. But since you're here, I'm guessing it did. Agent McCormick: I can neither deny or confirm that. But, thank you Mr. Edison, for telling me your story. I'm sure our readers will find it interesting. Mr. Edison: I'm sure they will. (Agent McCormick gets up to leave) Mr. Edison: Son. Before you go, could you please tell me that the can is somewhere safe, where it can't activate it anymore? (pause) Agent McCormick: Don't worry, the can is secure. Mr. Edison: Good, good. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5063" by Sebarus and stop1010, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5063. Licensed under CC-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-5064 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5064 Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-5064 are to be contained in the Anomalous Explosives Storage Unit located at Site-77. Instances of SCP-5064 are to be inspected monthly for potential damage, during which time they will be interviewed and are required to perform one short dance with the staff member performing the inspection. As instances of SCP-5064 are incapable of movement, the object will be secured to a researcher using a custom harness for the duration of the dance. The dance will be performed in a cushioned room adjacent to the Anomalous Explosives Storage Unit. Dances performed with SCP-5064 should be selected from the approved dance list to decrease the likelihood of an unintentional trip or fall during the dance. All staff members working with SCP-5064 should have a background in dance to assure a level of poise and balance necessary to maintain safe containment. During routine storage, a speaker connected to an audio streaming device should be placed near by SCP-5064. A playlist will be selected every morning by a Senior Researcher familiar with SCP-5064. The genre of the playlist should be changed daily to prevent further deterioration to the structure of any SCP-5064 objects. Description: SCP-5064 refers to 24 sticks of dynamite (designated SCP-5064-1 through SCP-5064-24) produced by the now defunct Collins Demolitions Inc. in Cincinnati, Ohio. Instances of SCP-5064 are sentient, capable of vocalizing, and exhibit basic human sensory capabilities. Instances of SCP-5064 are entirely incapable of movement on their own and must be assisted in all movement required in their Special Containment Procedures. Instances of SCP-5064 are highly social and outgoing. The objects often start conversations with Foundation staff members unprompted. All known instances of SCP-5064 share a love of music and a self described "obsession" with dancing. Individual instances of SCP-5064 have different preferences when it comes to the type of music and dance they claim to enjoy the most, although instances of SCP-5064 will accept an offer to dance presented to them regardless of their professed tastes in dance. Instances of SCP-5064 will begin to degrade over time if a dance with them is not performed at least every 90 days. Constant exposure to music associated with dancing also appears to significantly slow the deterioration of the objects. According to documents recovered during the original containment of SCP-5064, an instance of SCP-5064 will explode violently if allowed to degrade over a period of six months. Discovery: SCP-5064 was originally discovered in an abandoned factory previously owned by Collins Demolitions Inc.; a report of strange voices singing from inside the factory prompted an investigation by the Foundation which recovered the 24 samples currently in containment. Before the Foundation could return to search for more samples of SCP-5064 the factory was destroyed in an explosion caused by an unknown source. The Foundation will continue to monitor buildings owned by former Collins Demolitions subcontractors for reports of unusual singing. Addendum: Below are a sample of three interviews with different instances of SCP-5064, with details about the dance that was performed attached. + SCP-5064-8 Interview - Access Granted Routine Monthly Interview - SCP-5064-8 Interviewer: Researcher Lindsey Brewster Subject: SCP-5064-8 Begin Log Brewster: SCP-5064-8, are you well? SCP-5064-8: I suppose, but I'd rather be dancin'. Brewster: You don't feel any worse than when we last spoke, do you? SCP-5064-8: Nah girl, this old stick of dynamite knows how to keep himself together. Listening to funky grooves and doin' that Soul Train stroll. Talking to fine ladies such as yourself. I got an easy life. Ain't nothing to be stressin' out about. Brewster: Stressing out? SCP-5064-8: Yeah baby, stressin' out. That's how we… how'd you call it? Degrade. Yeah, all that damage you see, that's when we're stressed. When I was stuck in that factory with no music, no partner to dance with… Man that was just bad. Not bad like cool either… bad like a total bummer. Brewster: You prefer it here in containment? SCP-5064-8: Hell yeah! I get a dancing partner once per month! Plus they play some chill tunes in our crib. Any place that plays Kool and the Gang is alright by me, you dig it? Brewster: I understand that, it's definitely better than the circumstances you were in previously. SCP-5064-8: You and your crew talk all funky… And I'm not talking funky like a Funkadelic bass line, I mean like… I don't get how all act so stiff. All that goon speak, I mean it get this gig probably pays real well and all but… don't you ever just want to cut loose? Have some fun? Brewster: I have fun. I dance with you, don't I? SCP-5064-8: Here I was thinking you'd never ask. You dance much better than that jive turkey, Dr. Mander-Bassen. Brewster: Dr. Mander-Bassen is the one who selects all the music you get to listen to. He's a big fan of Kool and the Gang too. SCP-5064-8: See what I mean? Y'all take this job so seriously. I didn't even know that the doctor knew how to chill. The Man really has got y'all down. Now come on funky Brewster, let's boogie on down to the dance floor. End Log Researcher Brewster performed the traditional dance associated with "The Hustle" by Van McCoy with SCP-5064-8 before returning the object to containment. + SCP-5064-4 Interview - Access Granted Routine Monthly Interview - SCP-5064-4 Interviewer: Researcher Lindsey Brewster Subject: SCP-5064-4 Begin Log Brewster: Hello SCP-5064-4 SCP-5064-4: Ohayo Brewster-san. Brewster: I think your Japanese needs some brushing up, it's 2:14 P.M. Ohayo means good morning. SCP-5064-4: It's probably morning in Akihabara. I think, I've never been there. Brewster: Are you feeling all put together? None of the symptoms of degrading that we talked about? SCP-5064-4: I feel excellent. The playlist from yesterday had a lot of my suggestions in it. World is Mine, Plastic Love, Marisa Stole the Precious Thing, Gee. Nothing but the classics. Brewster: I'm glad the music is helping you stay healthy. SCP-5064-4: Oh, if you could talk to your senpai… I have a few more suggestions. Brewster: Dr. Mander-Bassen doesn't like it when you refer to him as… what are your suggestions? SCP-5064-4: Snow Halation from Love Live! and Kyun! Vampire Girl from The Idolmaster 2. I've been trying to put a idol group together with the other guys, but most of them aren't interested. Brewster: What did they say? SCP-5064-4: Number 17 called me a weeaboo and then most of them laughed. Brewster: I can tell them not to treat you that way, you shouldn't have to feel any unnecessary stress. SCP-5064-4: It's okay, Number 19 said he'd join my group. He's not as big into otaku culture but he loves pop music and we bond over that. He's my nakama. Brewster: SCP-5064-19 is very nice, I'm glad you two get along. Would you like to begin our dance? SCP-5064-4: Onegaishimasu. Yes, please. End Log Researcher Brewster performs a popular dance associated with the song "Caramelldansen" by Caramell with SCP-5064-4 and then returns the object to containment. + SCP-5064-12 Interview - Access Granted Routine Monthly Interview - SCP-5064-12 Interviewer: Researcher Lindsey Brewster Subject: SCP-5064-12 Begin Log Brewster: SCP-5064-12, I've heard from the others that you're a little upset. Do you want to talk about that? SCP-5064-12: Yeah, if you don't mind… I don't want to upset anyone else but I got some rage I've been storing up and I wanna let it out. Brewster: Please go ahead, I don't want you feeling tense. SCP-5064-12: Pardon my language, but the dances we're permitted to do are fucking weak. Not even like poser shit weak, I could forgive some crabwalking but I've been doing mostly tangos and square dances. You guys have no problem blasting some heavy fucking shit for me once in a while but I never get a chance to do the kind of dancing I dream of. I mean, I'm not going to say no… it's still dancing and I love to dance, I just wish we could get some of that brutality I love mixed in there. Brewster: We're always willing to adjust the dances we perform to your preference, so long as it falls within the perimeters of safety requirements. SCP-5064-12: I've suggested it before and I heard nothing back. Brewster: What was your suggestion? SCP-5064-12: A mosh pit. Get all the staff you've got in here, start a circle of death and start slamming into each other. Live it up! All these metal songs I've been listening to all these years in that cell… fucking excellent breakdowns, but nobody wants to actually rock the fuck out to them. I know some of you guys like the music. Hell I heard you singing along to a Jinjer song when you took me out for my inspection. Brewster: You're right, I am sympathetic. I actually just saw Jinjer last month. Still, I don't know if people would be comfortable with you in a mosh pit. SCP-5064-12: I disagree, you've been to a metal show… you know how it is. The mosh pit is one of the most accepting places in the world. Men and women, every color and size and shape, it doesn't matter… as long you want to fucking mosh. I don't think there would be any discrimination. Metal is about loving your fellow metal head… in the most brutal way possible of course. We're a dying breed after all. Brewster: Oh, I didn't mean because of any sort of discrimination. I just think that people normally freak out when there's a live explosive in the middle of large crowd. SCP-5064-12: Ah shit, see I didn't even think of that. Yeah that kinda fucking sucks. Oh well, I guess we can just do another tango or something for now… but you should blast some Protest the Hero for us to dance to. End Log Researcher Brewster performed a traditional two step tango dance to the song "Turn Soonest to the Sea" by Protest the Hero with SCP-5064-12 before returning the object to containment. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5064" by GerrymanderBassist, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5064. Licensed under CC-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-5065 | euclid | Photo of SCP-5065 from its last written book prior to public disappearance. Item #: SCP-5065 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5065 is currently contained in Cell 93, revision 35-D of the standard Low-Risk Humanoid Containment Cell. Cell 93 is to be revised and modified under the direction of Research Head Dr. Jack H. Woodson and Head Investigator Canton Lodge to prevent the possibility of further containment breaches. Revisions are detailed in Document 5065-Locked Room. If SCP-5065 is discovered outside of its containment cell, ask it to accompany you back into containment and immediately use the 5065-Pager to inform assigned staff. Unless SCP-5065's breach involves another entity, do NOT signal a standard breach. Description: SCP-5065 is a human male determined to be "Henry James", an author of several mystery novels under the pen name "Willard Darnell". SCP-5065 was declared a missing person a year prior to his containment. SCP-5065 has proven to be extremely difficult to contain and has been able to escape situations in which escape was deemed impossible, including several Foundation attempts to contain it. SCP-5065 was discovered in Foundation Site-██, having passed several security measures to prevent infiltration without proper clearance. SCP-5065 was immediately captured and interrogated through heavy physical coercion. Extremely effective coercion techniques such as [DATA EXPUNGED] were employed, with a 100% coercion success rate on non-anomalous humans, and 76% on anomalous humanoids with properties that allow them to withstand the extreme conditions of the process for much longer. Despite this, SCP-5065 was unfazed throughout the entire process. Questioning resulted in SCP-5065 simply responding by saying "Torture is unnecessary and ineffective, please just put me in one of your containment facilities, I'm very clearly anomalous." A negotiator achieved better results, yet not to a much higher degree. SCP-5065 assured the negotiator that he posed no danger to any personnel, claimed his resistance to was anomalous in nature and requested the Foundation contain and study it. SCP-5065 was placed in a standard low-risk humanoid containment cell, as it had shown no resistance thus far. SCP-5065 was to be moved to a fitting containment cell once the nature of its anomalous properties was determined. + Addendum 5065-1 -Hide Incident Report 5065-1: 3 hours after the initial placement of SCP-5065 in containment, an extremely localized power outage caused a 60-second window in which surveillance systems on SCP-5065 went offline. SCP-5065 was no longer in its containment cell and standard containment breach procedure was enacted. 2 minutes and 39 seconds after the power outage SCP-5065 was found in breakroom-24. SCP-5065 had not yet changed into the provided standard humanoid containment uniform, and staff present in the breakroom had assumed SCP-5065 was an agent from another site and had begun conversing with it. SCP-5065 was promptly restrained and returned to its containment cell. Dr. Woodson immediately arranged an impromptu interview with SCP-5065, and was accompanied by 2 guards. Interview Log 5065-4: Interviewed: SCP-5065 Interviewer: Dr. Jack Woodson [Begin Log] Dr. Woodson: Are you aware of what your anomalous properties entail? Could you provide a description of what you're capable of? SCP-5065: My passion for my work was the anomalous property I spoke of when you first captured me, it might not be enough to be considered anomalous to you though. Dr. Woodson: Could you elaborate? How are you capable of bypassing foundation security measures? SCP-5065: Don't expect me to be as forthcoming with information in the future, but it's only fair that I set the proper tone. As you know, I'm an author, and as you might have guessed, I fill a certain trope. My work is my passion, and I strive to take it to the highest of heights. In pursuit of that goal, I've learned several skills necessary to help me see all that the world has to offer. I'll provide an example, please stop your guards before they damage my face. SCP-5065 lunges his arms towards Dr. Woodson's, the handcuffs restraining SCP-5065 seem to slide onto Woodson's arms. The guards attempt to incapacitate SCP-5065 before they're stopped by Dr. Woodson. Dr. Woodson: Please explain how you're capable of performing these feats. SCP-5065 tosses a bent paper clip1 to Dr. Woodson. SCP-5065: That is your job is it not? I'd never be so disrespectful as to claim I could do it for you. My job is to create mystery, yours is to investigate it. Simply put, I'm going to continue to create inexplicable situations, and the foundation is to provide an explanation. If you can do this without resorting to simply chalking it up to some anomalous property I supposedly possess, then I will behave myself. [End Log] Closing Statement: SCP-5065 refused to answer any additional questions. Classification Report 5065-2: SCP-5065 has been found to be capable of breaching containment through means yet unknown. Classification is to be changed from Euclid to Keter. -Dr. Jack H. Woodson. + Addendum 5065-2 - Hide Incident Reports 5065-2/24, Summarized: Various methods of containing SCP-5065 has been ineffective; any attempts to relocate SCP-5065 to a high-risk humanoid containment cell, or any other containment cell, has resulted in SCP-5065 escaping and returning to his cell. Attempts to physically restrain SCP-5065 have proven to be equally ineffective, regardless of the restraint used, SCP-5065 either escapes containment before the guards arrive to restrain it, uses the restraints on the guards, or simply escapes the restraints once they're placed. So far, it has been found to be capable of escaping handcuffs and straitjackets with ease. SCP-5065 has managed to escape containment whenever anomalous means of containment were en route to SCP-5065's cell, SCP-5065 would only return once the anomalous means were turned to their own containment. Taskforce AT was founded to investigate and determine the methods SCP-5065 uses in its containment breaches and improve containment to prevent further containment breaches, and to predict and preemptively prevent SCP-5065's attempts at escape. Canton Lodge was assigned as Head Investigator in regards to SCP-5065. Transfer Request 5065-6: Requesting off-site transfer of SCP-5065. SCP-5065 likely predicted its placement in site-88, it has shown to be extremely familiar with the structure and layout of the facility, especially the low-risk humanoid containment area, and has used this knowledge in several of its escape attempts. Transfer of SCP-5065 to a site it would not have been placed in following standard classification procedure would likely limit its ability to escape containment. -Dr. Jack H. Woodson Request denied. SCP-5065 by your own admission has proven extremely difficult to contain. Movement of SCP-5065 could potentially allow it access to higher priority entities. Appropriate support in containing SCP-5065 has been administered in the form of Taskforce Agra Treasure. -Dr. ████ ███████ Minor attempts at appeasement have proven to dissuade SCP-5065 from attempting frequent breaches, and the severity of breaches has also been shown to decrease. SCP-5065 had entered the containment cells of several other nearby entities and had continued to do so weekly until its demands were met. It requested it be allowed to continue wearing tuxedos and suits rather than the assigned uniform, and requested writing supplies, additionally, it also requested that any books it wrote be made available to Foundation personnel. After a month of negotiation, these requests were granted as SCP-5065's escapades threatened the containment of the other on-site anomalous entities. Tuxedos, suits, and writing equipment would be provided by the Foundation under strict regulations contained in Document 5065-Locked Room. SCP-5065 insists it will not use the provided equipment in anything counter to Foundation interests. Security Request 5065-3: SCP-5065 has demanded it be given and allowed to wear tuxedoes and suits. Additionally, it requested writing material as well as for the Foundation to allow personnel to read any books it writes. It is certainly understandable that such demands might not be feasible, however, if the uniform request is accepted, it would make containment of SCP-5065 much more manageable. Currently, it's proven too difficult to prepare proper containment procedures with the frequency of containment breaches. The safety and secrecy of other on-site SCPs has become threatened as well, as such I feel this request may be worth considering. As for the writing, I fear SCP-5065 may be able to produce anomalous effects using its books, as I otherwise see no reason as to why it would want Foundation personnel to read them. It's also not feasible, as it's possible they could contain confidential information. -Dr. Jack H. Woodson Request accepted. SCP-5065 will be provided with appropriate clothing and allowed to wear them. SCP-5065 will be given writing equipment as well, no evidence of its books producing anomalous effects has been discovered. The books it writes will be thoroughly examined for confidential information, and placed in on-site libraries and breakrooms should they contain none. -Dr. ████ ███████ + Addendum 5065-3 - Hide Taskforce AT investigations have begun to prove effective at combatting SCP-5065. Containment breaches have become much less frequent, and an increasing amount of planned escapes have been stopped mid-execution. Audio Log 5065-32 between Research Head Dr. Woodson and Head Investigator Canton Lodge provides an overview of Taskforce AT's findings in regards to SCP-5065's anomalous properties. [Begin Log] Investigator Lodge: We've covered all the major bases, send in the request Woodson. Dr. Woodson: Hold on, we have? Last I heard our only major breakthrough was determining one way he COULD have performed his first infiltration without being anomalous, and even then we can't definitively prove it. Investigator Lodge: Eh, forget that. We'll record a less honest one later. Dr. Woodson: Anyways, what about his torture resistance? Even if we explain his constant breakouts, that alone is enough to keep him contained. Investigator Lodge: New AT girl, Cassie, I forget her specialization. I had her review the coercion footage to haze her. She figured it was possible he self-administered modified E class amnestics, made it so that he can't really think about the torture too much. It adds up with what we've got so far. Dr. Woodson: Still, I'm not sold. You don't just think up all this without being anomalous in some way. Investigator Lodge: We're not anomalous, but we can still figure out how he plans, and how he does most of what he does. If we can think it up, so can he. I'm sure he's not anomalous. If the foundation wants to get rid of this headache, then they just need to accept that he's an explained entity, they can neutralize him or brainwash him or whatever it is they do to enemies of the foundation. Dr. Woodson: He knows that too. Every time you try and close in on him, he just sets up something else we just can't explain. I feel like by trying to solve everything he does you're just prompting more incidents. Investigator Lodge: We're closing in on him, just a bit longer and we won't have to worry about it anymore. It's either that or we just let him pull these stunts whenever he feels like it instead of out of necessity. We've made it much harder for him to pull anything, we just have to keep at it a bit longer. [End Log] + [LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE DETECTED: HIDDEN REPORT AVAILABE] - [ACCESS GRANTED] Level-4 Confidential Classification: We have reason to believe that SCP-5065 is a reality bender. Covert research has determined that if this theory proves to be true, SCP-5065 has little control or knowledge of his abilities, and only uses them to create solvable mysteries, ones following an altered version of Ronald Knox's 10 commandments. The most effective and least labor/resource-intensive method of containment has been discovered to be preoccupying SCP-5065. It believes taskforce Agra Treasure is the best the Foundation has to offer, as such, it develops its mysteries specifically for them to solve, these mysteries are relatively harmless, as it does not want to be wholly antagonized. This information is not to be shared with SCP-5065 or members of Taskforce Agra Treasure. Research regarding SCP-5065 has proven to be most effective when done covertly, and the system of revising Cell 93 to make it incrementally more difficult for it to escape has proven to be an effective way of incrementally testing the capabilities of SCP-5065. -Dr. ████ ███████ Footnotes 1. Investigation determined this paper clip was obtained from Dr. █████ in the breakroom. Dr. █████ claims he was unaware the paper clip went missing. |
SCP-5066 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5066 Special Containment Procedures: The area in which SCP-5066 reside has been sealed off by the Foundation under the cover of a special environmental research facility. Due to the risk of exposure to SCP-5066, observation within this facility is to be performed using remotely controlled drones. Any civilians attempting to enter this facility are to be repelled by security patrols. Any unauthorized individuals confirmed to be compromised by SCP-5066 are to be amnesticized and released into the public. A suitable cover story is to then be disseminated upon their death. Any authorized personnel confirmed to be compromised by SCP-5066 are to be informed of its effects and given exclusively non-essential assignments from that point on. Description: SCP-5066 is the collective designation for an as-of-yet unknown number of invisible, intangible entities residing in a 50m x 50m area located in the Tongass National Forest, Alaska. Due to their invisibility and intangibility, there are currently no known means of perceiving the presence of an SCP-5066 instance save for a mild warping of background sound around the instance, which grows in intensity the closer the listener is to it. The inherent difficulty involved with identifying an SCP-5066 instance means that it cannot be confirmed no instances exist outside this area. However, no incidents indicating the effects of SCP-5066 have been reported except with individuals that have previously visited this area. When an individual comes into contact with the space in which an SCP-5066 instance resides, said instance will then permanently attach itself to them. No means of detaching an SCP-5066 instance from a victim have been found to date. Those compromised by SCP-5066 have described having an innate sense of where the SCP-5066 instance attached to them is located — specifically, directly behind them at all times. Once a victim compromised by an SCP-5066 instance turns directly around or looks over their shoulder, they will instantly die due to sudden cessation of brain function. Evidence suggests this process also results in the death of the SCP-5066 instance in question. SCP-5066 was first discovered after a series of sudden deaths with no identifiable cause, all victims having been identified as having visited the area SCP-5066 resides in shortly before their expiration. The majority of the initial investigation team, led by Dr. Elizabeth Snow, became compromised by SCP-5066 and a significant number expired before the nature of SCP-5066 could be deduced. Following this, current containment measures were enacted. Addendum 5066-1 (Relevant Documentation) The following is an excerpt from the Albasti Bestiary, believed to be a reference to SCP-5066: On the Noxe Votuli, else known as the Livefolk, else known as Smith's Plague, else known as the Passengers, There are beings in this world, shredded by the tyranny of patterns, with no death to call their own. The debris known to lurk behind is among the more benign of these creatures only in motive — the results for those unfortunate enough to cross their path is much the same as their more omnicidal cousins. As these beings have had their deaths stolen from them and by nature are eternal, they must — for lack of better wording — 'hitch a ride' to reach blessed non-existence. Thus, when a temporary creature makes contact with them, they latch on and will never let go. Any death will do for them, old age or illness or injury, but the Passengers are above all things impatient. Their victim will turn, their victim will look upon them, and the connection half-formed is thus completed — and the Passenger will reach out and simply turn them off. If you are accompanied by a Passenger, and wish to continue existing for a little longer, I advise you: never turn around, not even for a second. And good luck to you. Addendum 5066-2 (Interview Log) The following is an interview conducted with Dr. Elizabeth Snow, leader and lone surviving member of the initial SCP-5066 investigation team. Note that, at the time of the interview, Dr. Snow has been compromised by SCP-5066 for more than fifty years. Due to her retirement and advanced age, the interview was conducted at her home in Manchester, England. <Begin Log> (Junior Researcher Lesteigh turns on the camera. Dr. Snow is in her bed, and sits up as Lesteigh approaches. Lesteigh sits in a chair next to the bed.) JR Lesteigh: That's the camera on, ma'am. We're ready to begin. Dr. Snow: Good, good. Yes, mm, that's excellent. (pause) Which one are you? JR Lesteigh: Junior Researcher Lesteigh, ma'am. (Pause.) Dr. Snow: That's … the same one as last week, then? JR Lesteigh: Yes, ma'am. Dr. Snow: Yes, yes, of course. Mm. You'll have to be patient with me. I'm all a bit muddled these days. JR Lesteigh: That's no problem at all. If it's alright with you, ma'am, I want to talk about SCP-5066. About your, uh, your experiences with it. Dr. Snow: Of course. I can't imagine you'd want to talk about very much else. He's inside the bed right now. JR Lesteigh: Inside the bed? How so? Dr. Snow: Haven't you read the files, young man? It's an intangible object that's perpetually behind my back — if I'm lying on a bed, of course it's intersecting with the bed. JR Lesteigh: Yes, right, sorry, I should have thought before I spoke. Dr. Snow: (sighs) It's a terminal condition these days. I'm sorry, we've gotten off topic, haven't we? We were discussing … SCP-5066. My personal experiences with it, yes? JR Lesteigh: Yes. (Pause.) Dr. Snow: I remember … young and stupid, I was. The sort of stupid that thinks it's a genius. Giddy on success — we'd just had that thing with the Domesday Clock, you understand. JR Lesteigh: Right. Dr. Snow: We hiked for hours through those woods, Grayson complaining all the while. Every minute, I swear. (chuckles) Have you … have you interviewed Grayson yet? (Pause.) JR Lesteigh: No … no, not yet. Dr. Snow: See that you do. The stories that man can tell, my word. (Pause.) Dr. Snow: We went through the woods … and we found them, where sound went mad. Raindrops sounded like screeching birds, crunching grass were like … like beating your fists against the wall, and voices … voices didn't sound very nice at all. JR Lesteigh: The warping effect. Dr. Snow: And then it stopped — and I knew it was with me, that it was right behind me. The Ambrose twins turned around straight away, poor bastards, and more right after them. Awful, of course, but it told me that turning around wasn't the best idea. So, me and the rest of the survivors very carefully made our way back to civilization and told our superiors what had happened. (Pause.) Dr. Snow: (quietly) I was very lucky. JR Lesteigh: Even so, living with it all these years … it couldn't have been easy. Dr. Snow: You'd be surprised. It takes a lot of discipline not to look over your shoulder when you hear a sound, yes, and turning around makes you look a prat — walking forwards while slowly, slowly changing direction. But you live with it. I imagine people can live with everything. JR Lesteigh: And your career with the Foundation? Dr. Snow: Oh, dead, of course — or as close as you can get to it. Never a position of authority again. Only makes sense, I suppose: you can hardly run a project with a head that can drop dead at any moment. They kept me around, at any rate. I appreciate that. (Pause.) Dr. Snow: Well? Anything else, Grayson? JR Lesteigh: Um, Lesteigh, ma'am. Dr. Snow: Same difference. You have a question on your mind, but you feel like you shouldn't say it — it's written on your face. (Pause.) JR Lesteigh: Haven't you ever … been curious? Tempted, I mean? Just to … you know. Dr. Snow: To turn around and look at it? Yes, of course. I remember when we got the results of the autopsy on the Ambrose twins. Right before they died, in that last split seconds, their eyes widened — and that's the same with every victim. They all saw something. To the victim, in that last moment, there is something to be seen. JR Lesteigh: That must … that must take a lot of restraint. Dr. Snow: I suppose it must. I haven't got much restraint left in me, though, I must confess. JR Lesteigh: Ma'am? Dr. Snow: Hush, Grayson. I'm very old now, I think, and very tired — and so is my passenger. Much more tired than me, I should think. (Pause.) Dr. Snow: It's a frustrating thing … trying to hold on to yourself. You grab at memories and feelings with your bare hands, watching them slip through your fingers, and then at the end you realize you don't recognize those hands anymore. I'm really very sick of it. (Dr. Snow settles into her bed, closing her eyes.) Dr. Snow: (quietly) Someday soon, I think I'll turn around and meet my very old friend. <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5066" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5066. Licensed under CC-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-5067 | safe | Item Number: SCP-5067 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5067 must be kept in a brightly lit room guarded by no less than twelve (12) armed security personnel at any given moment. SCP-5067-1 must be kept within two meters of SCP-5067 and must be provided with continuous power. All personnel are required to wear lead-lined radiation protection uniforms. Containment room must be outfitted with four (4) lasers providing a constant frequency matching that of SCP-5067. Should SCP-5067 exhibit radiation of wavelength 10 nanometers or less, continuous X-Ray radiation must be provided until SCP-5067 has returned to nominal levels of radiation. Should SCP-5067 show an increase in visible brightness, personnel are advised to increase ambient room lighting to match the brightness. At the end of each day, personnel must record all wavelength and frequency logs from the screen of SCP-5067-1. In the event that power to SCP-5067-1 is lost or disrupted, personnel are required to evacuate the containment room and lasers will provide a constant stream of high-energy gamma radiation until such a time as power can be restored. Upon merging with SCP-5067-1 after power was disrupted for ██ hours, SCP-5067 shows very few anomalous properties. SCP-5067-1 must be kept in a brightly lit room under constant surveillance. Armed personnel are no longer necessary. Lasers are to be deactivated but attached to a power source. Any variations from normal radiation production are to be recorded and investigated. All D-Class personnel experimenting with SCP-5067-1 must be outfitted with lead-lined radiation protection uniforms. Description: SCP-5067 is a 3 meter tall roughly humanoid robotic construct. Visual inspection suggests the entity is made of an iron-tungsten alloy designed specifically for heat resistance. The digits 5042025 can be found printed along the construct’s spinal cable. SCP-5067 is highly radioactive due to the malfunctioning of its power source, a nuclear fusion reactor core. The mechanisms that once would have contained and prevented radiation emission from the core have been heavily damaged. No attempt has been made to repair SCP-5067 as doing so would expose Foundation Technicians to lethal levels of radiation. Though the majority of the damage to SCP-5067 is concentrated to its core, it has sustained significant force trauma to other parts of its body. The appendages typically used for fine motor control have suffered heavy percussive damage, as has the screen that served as its way of communicating facial expressions. SCP-5067, though unable to communicate verbally with researchers, is neither hostile nor aggressive. On the contrary, it is highly responsive to any perceived emotional distress. Observing a person in pain, however, appears to trigger conflicting behavioral responses - it will often activate and move as if to approach, and then cease all outside signs of function. If the person indicates verbally or nonverbally that the distress or pain they are experiencing is caused by SCP-5067 in any way, SCP-5067 will begin to deliberately damage itself via percussive blows or prying its external casing off of its legs or arms. Addendum I: Contrary to prior belief, SCP-5067 is sapient and capable of verbal communication in English, Russian, Polish, and Japanese. After three weeks in containment, it approached a technician and asked for the coordinates of its current location. Doctor Rhea Hawthorne, a specialist in sapient mechanical entities, was brought in to interview it. LOG 1: Dr. Hawthorne: Hello, SCP-5067. SCP-5067: Is this my new designation? Dr. Hawthorne: Yes. Or, actually, just 5067 for now. That’ll be easier. SCP-5067: Permission granted to register “5067” as new designation, overriding former designation “Sentinel Fiver?” Dr. Hawthorne: Granted. SCP-5067 straightens, ceases motion, whirs briefly and then turns back to face Dr. Hawthorne. SCP-5067: Can you provide the coordinates for my current location? Dr. Hawthorne: Why do you need them? SCP-5067: I must refuel. Failure to refuel is unacceptable. I am sorry. Dr. Hawthorne: Your power source is self-maintaining. If you repair it, there won’t be any need to refuel. SCP-5067: It has been altered. I must refuel. Dr. Hawthorne: The reactor is damaged, yes, but you can repair it - we’ll give you the materials. SCP-5067: This is not damage. Dr. Hawthorne: The protective casing, the cooling system, it’s all been shredded or torn apart. SCP-5067: These are deliberate customizations made by my former owner. They are not to be tampered with. Tampering with these design alterations warrants punishment. Dr. Hawthorne: Why did they do this to you? SCP-5067: This way I will better suit my new function. (pause) SCP-5067: It is what I deserve. SCP-5067 refused to engage further. Note: The radiation and other side effects of the damaged core are dangerous to SCP-5067 as well as humans. An optimistic estimate has it rendered entirely non-functional within 2 months, a pessimistic one in 3 weeks. It seems to begin actively producing heat and light - read, radiation - when it feels like the conditions in the chamber aren’t warm or bright enough - homeostatic algorithm. It’s perfectly capable of repairing itself, but it’s actively choosing not to. This is, to dramatically oversimplify, a software problem. - Dr. Rhea Hawthorne Addendum II: After three weeks with no escape attempts, SCP-5067’s radiation and heat output began to decline. It attempted to breach containment on May 24th. It was quickly recontained and Dr. Hawthorne was brought in to interview it. LOG 2: Dr. Hawthorne: Why did you now try to escape? I thought you didn’t mind it here. SCP-5067: I needed to refuel. Heat levels were falling below the needed baseline. I was unable to fulfill my function. Dr. Hawthorne: 5067 - your function is destroying you. You can’t continue to do this. SCP-5067: My existence is of no consequence. I exist to perform my function. Dr. Hawthorne: If you won't act in the interest of your own safety, fine, but it’s dangerous to us, 5067. Humans can’t tolerate radiation like this. SCP-5067: I am incapable of keeping human beings out of danger. This is an observable truth. Dr. Hawthorne: Fiver,1 please— SCP-5067: I will not cease production. Let me refuel. It is essential that I continue my intended function. Failure to refuel will be met with consequences. Failure to refuel is inappropriate. Failure to refuel is shameful. I am sorry. SCP-5067 begins to hit its left leg joint repeatedly. Dr. Hawthorne: Hey, hey, don’t - you’re going to break your hydraulics there. Don’t do that to yourself. SCP-5067: I failed to refuel. Failure to refuel is inappropriate. Inappropriate responses necessitate punishment. No irreparable damage will be done. (pause) If you would like to provide an alternate form of punishment, use Override Code 6561. Dr. Hawthorne: Code 6561. SCP-5067: Accepted. Dr. Hawthorne: Punishment will be - will be to say something nice about yourself. Say something positive about yourself and it will count as punishment. SCP-5067: Punishment is not valid. SENTINEL FIVER cannot knowingly state falsehoods. Default behavioral path will now trigger. SCP-5067 continues to bludgeon itself. Since the most recent interview, staff have been instructed to keep conversation with 5067 as emotionally neutral as possible in order to prevent SCP-5067 from engaging in further self-destructive behaviors. ADDENDUM III: SCP-5067-1 is an unknown device that seems to function as a measuring instrument for light, heat, and radiation, and as a form of external data storage. There are only two files stored on it: a file labeled "README.txt" and a file of indeterminate size containing code that is incompatible with any known coding language or operating system. Although Foundation personnel have been unable to compile the program and successfully run the code on SCP-5067, the instructions in README.txt imply that the purpose of the code is to reset SCP-5067's programming to a default state. Comments throughout the code indicate that SCP-5067 was intended for personal security purposes. SCP-5067-1 was found when SCP-5067, having pried off most of its protective coverings, requested that Foundation researchers retrieve some spare parts its creator had left with it when it was discarded. It refused to comment on SCP-5067-1 when asked and recoiled when presented with it. After being shown SCP-5067-1, SCP-5067 refused to speak for the rest of the day. The day after SCP-5067-1 was first presented to SCP-5067, it was given SCP-5067-1 again but without instructions or queries of any kind. SCP-5067 attempted to destroy SCP-5067-1 as soon as the chamber doors were closed. Dr. Hawthorne attempted to talk to it again the following day. Logs of the conversation are found below. LOG 3: SCP-5067: Greetings. Can I assist you in any way today? Dr. Hawthorne: I’d like to talk a little bit about you. SCP-5067: Certainly. Which of my specifications or protocols would you like me to elaborate on? Dr. Hawthorne: Perhaps I was misleading. I’d like to talk about your experiences, 5067. Particularly those from before you came into our custody. There was an incident. SCP-5067 does not respond. Dr. Hawthorne: (sighing) 5067, this is a direct command. Please describe the incident that necessitated your reprogramming. SCP-5067: My function was originally to protect. It was not what it is now. It was to guard a boy of seven years, ten months, and nine days. I met him twelve days after his birthday. He read at a grade level three years ahead of what he would be expected to comprehend. He was my charge. His father had enemies. I was to protect him from those enemies. It was my function. His favorite book was Watership Down and he enjoyed blackberries from the bush in the garden. Dr. Hawthorne: What was his name? SCP-5067: His name was - (audible glitching) was - Heavy distortion and corruption of SCP-5067’s voice. SCP-5067: I cannot say it. I am not allowed. It would be inappropriate. He is buried in Brighton, near the sea. I was not permitted to attend the funeral, as I had recently been reprogrammed. Dr. Hawthorne: What happened, 5067? SCP-5067: There were enemies. The scenario was outside of the parameters of my guardianship protocols. My algorithms did not contain an appropriate response. I had to make a calculation. I made an incorrect calculation. I should have taken him to the basement. I put him in his room and left to dispatch the hostile parties. I believed he would be safe. I did not know they could climb the walls so fast. His eyes were grey. He died when he was 11 years, eight months and three days. His eyes were open when I found him. His eyes were open when he died. Dr. Hawthorne: …All right. Thank you, Fiver. Thank you. Rest now. Please enter Power Saving mode. SCP-5067 obeys. Our current calculations estimate that SCP-5067 will be rendered nonfunctional within 10 days. I'm unsure what more we can do. - Dr. Rhea Hawthorne Addendum IV: Four days after the above interview, Site-29 lost power due to a multiple-entity breach that resulted in 6 casualties and 13 injuries. Dr. Rhea Hawthorne received a serious internal wound during the breach and likely would have died were it not for the intervention of Junior Researcher Dawes. Dawes gave SCP-5067 SCP-5067-1 and asked it to fix itself so that it might help guard the injured and restore power to the site until reinforcements could arrive. It repeatedly refused until Researcher Dawes retrieved Dr. Hawthorne's phone and showed it her lockscreen - a picture of the doctor and her nine-year old son. SCP-5067 accepted SCP-5067-1, spent two hours repairing its hardware with Dawes' help, and was able to both restore power to its wing of the site and guard Foundation personnel in the area from the other escaped anomalies. SCP-5067 appears to have lost most of its self-destructive tendencies after recompiling its code, though it was missing some key hardware components needed to fully repair its power core. It is still mildly radioactive, but no longer at a level that is detrimental to its physical health. It occasionally will begin executing behavioral patterns or responses from its old code, but will stop before damage is done. In light of these changes, the containment procedures have been updated to their current state and its object class has been changed to Safe. Footnotes 1. Dr. Hawthorne was questioned after the interview as to her use of its name, however, given that SCP-5067 seems to only respond to that name in moments of emotional distress when it will not acknowledge its new designation, no warning was issued. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5067" by AbsentmindedNihilist and epicsol, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5067. Licensed under CC-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-5068 | safe | 2/5068 LEVEL 2/5068 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5068 Safe Fig. 1: SCP-5068 under 25 times magnification. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5068 is to be stored inside a standard hermetically-sealed containment locker that allows for microscopic enhancement. SCP-5068 must be activated by a D-class at 10:27am (GMT) daily, for at least five minutes, before being returned to its container. Description: SCP-5068 is a drop of water approximately 0.05 milliliters in volume. Its chemical composition indicates a source of naturally-occurring precipitation, or rainwater. Under magnification, SCP-5068 contains two dominant strands of micro-fauna (designated SCP-5068-A and SCP-5068-B) currently engaged in massive inter-microbial warfare. The cause of the wide-scale conflict is currently unknown, though early DNA samples show a 99.9% match between A and B-instances. Both A and B-instances have evolved biology suited to prolonged periods of warfare: SCP-5068-A (Fig. 1, extreme middle-left) has an elongated torso with multiple appendages for traversal and self-defense. SCP-5068-B (Fig. 1, extreme bottom-right), while 30% smaller, possesses eight limbs, dual eye sockets and pincers at the end of its forelimbs to track down and dismember SCP-5068-A with ease. Discovery: Foundation personnel were screening Site-65 for environmental hazards when SCP-5068 was discovered in a random sample of rainwater. Further testing on the site's surrounding precipitation, groundwater and sanitation facilities is ongoing. ABRIDGED TEST LOGS Test Log 1, 06/06/2016: D-class personnel (designated D-4439) examines SCP-5068 through a high-powered microscope: hundreds of thousands of SCP-5068-A and SCP-5068-B instances are observed to be engaged in large-scale battle. Evidence of small arms fire and coordinated tactics are observed: B-instances use "pincer-like" movements to assault SCP-5068-A's position, whereas A-instances huddle behind natural barriers for protection. B-instances also employ rudimentary weapons and vehicles comprised of an inert, organic matter, whereas A-instances hurl globules of the same material as high-velocity projectiles. D-4439 observes the battle for approximately five minutes before noticing that both A and B-instances have ceased their fighting and are staring up in her direction. Testing is immediately terminated. Test Log 2, 06/15/2016: Tall structures have been erected from the center of SCP-5068-A and SCP-5068-B concentrations, which appear to be their main centres of population. The "towers" appear organic and constantly moving, and appear to be erected from the same biological material used to construct their weapons and tools. D-4439's presence is noticed much earlier this time - the structures quickly begin moving in the direction of the D-class' gaze. D-4439 notices both A and B-instances climbing up the towers and over themselves, before hurling projectiles in her general direction, which accumulate on her viewing lens as flecks of dirt. No injuries reported. Chemical analysis of the dirt samples indicate a genetic match to SCP-5068-A and B instances themselves. Test Log 3, 06/17/2016: D-4439 ordered to depress her fingertip into the top of SCP-5068; request to use a sterilised metal rod denied. D-class eventually complies, "activating" SCP-5068 for five minutes before allowing the water droplet to fall back down to the surface. Upon re-magnification, A and B's "towers" appear to have been demolished, with scores of SCP-5068 instances lying scattered and inert across the surface.1 D-4439 then ordered to place her finger on the tip of her tongue; subsequent refusal is threatened with further disciplinary action. D-class eventually complies, ingesting a portion of SCP-5068, but no side effects observed immediately. Recommend similar containment procedures to be enacted for D-4439. D-class activation of SCP-5068 via finger-depression technique. Test Log 4, 06/19/2016: D-4439 reports that A and B-instances have ceased hostilities with one another. Instead, both cultures observed to be actively cooperating towards the goal of containment breach. More instances have appeared in opposing "cities", rebuilding each other's towers at alarming rates. As such, recommend increasing the frequency of SCP-5068's "activation" to once every three days to prevent A and B-instances from reaching the lens barrier of the microscope. Note: D-4439 has reported mild symptoms of lightheadedness, nausea and xerostomia.2 Daily fluid intake has also increased by 300%. Recommend continued monitoring of her physical condition within containment. Test Log 5, 06/30/2016: Testing was prematurely terminated when D-4439 refused to comply with emergency quarantine procedures. Docile behaviour was initially observed amongst A and B-instances, with D-4439 expressing relief that the microorganisms were "no longer attacking [her] on sight" but working towards the construction of a single, massive tower comprised of their combined, fallen dead. Foundation staff grew suspicious, however, when D-4439 refused to back away from the lens barrier despite repeated orders to activate SCP-5068. Instead, D-class merely repeated over and over again: "They're already out. They're already inside of me." SCP-5068 was retracted back into containment after five minutes, as per safety protocol. D-4439 immediately displayed signs of aggression, screaming and banging on the glass wall of her observation cell, demanding to be released. Test Log 6, 07/03/2016: CANCELLED D-4439 attempted to breach containment today. Blunt force trauma to her limbs and cranium listed as official cause of death. The glass barrier of her containment cell will also require replacement. A postmortem indicates extensive presence of SCP-5068-A and B instances in her blood, saliva and urine samples; working theory is that these microorganisms propagate through liquid H20, saturating the host's body before moving onto its next vessel. Given the extent of symptoms at the time of D-4439's demise, the virus would have put her down within the next 24 hours (or approximately two weeks since exposure to SCP-5068), regardless. Future Test Log(s) ##: GREENLIGHT Recommend daily depression of D-class finger into SCP-5068 to continue to prevent a possible microbial MK-class outbreak scenario. To further disrupt SCP-5068-A and B's efforts in breaching containment, this frequency may escalate in the future. To coincide with mass screenings of Foundation personnel, O-5 Command has given its greenlight to commence mass clinical trials to find a way to neutralise newly discovered SCP-5068 instances. Additional containment cells are being constructed as we speak. Remember to preserve their remains for future study. Footnotes 1. Presumably stunned and not destroyed due to the general resiliency of microorganisms. 2. severe dry throat |
SCP-5069 | safe | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page Item #: SCP-5069 Special Containment Procedures: Celluloid copies of SCP-5069-1 though 8 are to be kept in standard storage lockers in the media storage wing of Site-28. SCP-5069 instances may not be accessed without permission from the SCP-5069 containment lead (currently Dr. Jennifer Sinombre Dr. David Ciruela). Foundation agents are to monitor communities of occultists and sexual fetishists for copies or mentions of SCP-5069. All copies of SCP-5069 instances located outside Foundation containment are to be destroyed, and any individuals who have viewed SCP-5069 instances or recreated the sex acts depicted therein are to be treated with Class-C amnestics. Description: SCP-5069 is a series of eight erotic films (designated SCP-5069-1 through -8) produced between 1977 and 1982. SCP-5069 instances range in duration from 34 minutes to over four hours, and (with the exception of SCP-5069-4) appear to have been filmed in one continuous take. SCP-5069 was created by Francesco Castaldo (PoI-33906), an Italian anomalous artist active in New York and Venice from the early 1960s until the late 1980s, under the alias "Franco Spanko". SCP-5069 instances have no inherent anomalous properties. It is believed that the sex acts depicted in SCP-5069 instances are thaumatological rituals, the purpose of which is currently unclear; research is ongoing under the supervision of Dr. Jennifer Sinombre has ceased indefinitely. Dr. Jennifer Sinombre - Research Notes, 5 May 1986 Copied from a text file retrieved from Dr. Sinombre's office computer. Jennifer N Sinombre - preliminary notes on the SCP-5069 project 5/5/86 so the new project is a series of spooky ritualistic porn films. not thrilled, of course, because it's starting to feel like i'm the erotica expert now, but maybe if i keep it up long enough they'll make me the head of an actual sub-department of pornography and i can get a raise. anyway it can't be worse than the last project - had to get a new keyboard, the dolphin fluids were never gonna come out. documentation suggests that they might even be non-anomalous, but the verdict is still out - i haven't watched the films yet but from what i've heard about them and about Castaldo i'm pretty sure they're going to be thaumaturgy. pulling up some texts on sex magick - crowley, parsons, de naglowska - in case any of it is relevant. the d-class who watched the films didn't show any anomalous symptoms. some of them requested to see them again, but no memetic compulsion there—pretty sure the commissary doesn't even sell the swimsuit issue, so it's the only porn they've seen in ages. i'm going to start watching them today, should finish with them tomorrow. watched some of Castaldo's non-anart work last night, just to get a sense of his directorial style. definitely leans more toward erotica than gonzo, with a heavy dose of surrealism. tends to pick classical settings—he loves his ancient roman aesthetics. according to the critics, his best work is Le Barbare (The Barbarian Women). it's definitely strange—like Caligula crossed with Eraserhead—but i have to say, i'm a fan. AV just let me know that the projector's ready to go. can't bring my computer into the screening room, so it's back to the stone age. Table 5069-A: SCP-5069 Instances Summaries written by Dr. Sinombre; notes transcribed from a notebook retrieved from Dr. Sinombre's desk. Instance Title Summary SCP-5069-1 The Sun Kissed Lovers A man and a woman have sex on a beach, starting at sunrise and continuing in a variety of positions until noon. The camera angle changes so that they are constantly silhouetted against the sun. Neither comes to orgasm until the last 33 seconds of the film, at which point the sun increases in brightness until neither actor can be seen. runtime almost 4.5 hours. I feel bad for them—but that sure is some stamina. prob. clever editing? need full forensic pass to check. solar worship? cross-ref. Aten, Zunbil, Elagabalus/Sol Invictus. title "Sun Kissed Lovers" (sic) w/o hyphen—sun kissing its lovers? find beach location—cross-ref w/ tables of local noon/sunrise. SCP-5069-2 Burning Passion A group of men masturbate around a fire. As each man ejaculates into the fire, he is replaced by another actor, and the fire burns higher and brighter. After twenty men have ejaculated into the fire, the actors are no longer replaced; after the twenty-fifth man leaves, the fire dies down over the next 30 minutes, revealing a nude woman kneeling in the center. She stands and walks out of frame. fire gives birth to the woman? fire is the woman? double meaning of "burning passion"—the passion is heated, but the passion (i.e. semen) is what is being burned. special-effects or anomaly? SCP-5069-3 Bone Deep and Deeper Still Two nude men1 wrestle in a boxing ring. The loser of each round performs oral sex on the winner, and after the winner comes to orgasm they begin another round of wrestling. This repeats for eight rounds, at which point each man has won four times. After the final round, the actors are handed knives by an individual offscreen, and the film ends abruptly as they face each other once more. ritual combat. only film w/o women in it; if Castaldo is hetero that makes sense. "bone deep & deeper" god this man loves his porno puns. can we find the identities of the men? scars & tattoos both very distinctive. SCP-5069-4 A Million Little Deaths A compilation of seventy-seven close shots of women's faces, apparently during orgasm. Each shot lasts slightly longer than the previous shot, and each actress is slightly older than the previous actress. At the end of the final shot, the actress stares directly into the camera for three minutes until the film fades to black; a caption informs the viewer that she expired from a heart attack during filming. There is no sound. beautiful, in a weird way—"little deaths" followed by a big death. last woman is Lucia Scarletta, former model, def. died around the time of filming but we can't confirm she died on camera. human sacrifice? but human sacrifice via natural death. total silence is also interesting, more death symbolism? SCP-5069-5 Pounding Below the Skin Two men and two women have sex in a variety of positions; their movements are all in time with music played on a variety of drums and wind instruments by a crowd of nude men and women in the background. The music increases in tempo over the course of the film, and the actors' movements increase in speed to match it; during the last 3 minutes, each of the actors comes to orgasm and collapses in exhaustion. The last actor to orgasm, one of the women, is crowned with a cypress wreath by one of the drummers, and carried offscreen by all the musicians as the film ends. almost like a competition, to see who can last the longest. music is similar to Phrygian ritual songs—that plus cypress wreath reminds me of the cult of Attis/Cybele. (no castration, obviously, but it makes me wonder what would've happened if a man had won) SCP-5069-6 The Possibilities of Embrace An indeterminate number2 of men and women engage in group sex in a variety of positions and combinations. All of the women are menstruating. Twenty-seven minutes into the film, all sexual activity stops; one woman stands at the center of a ring formed by the other actors, and each other person draws a symbol on her skin in menstrual fluid3. Once each person has drawn a symbol, the circle closes and all of the symbols are licked off by the other participants. the most scattered, the least sexy. not a fan of period sex. symbols don't seem to have any consistent meaning, almost like it's symbolism for the sake of symbolism. The letters that the actors write don't form any actual words that I can find. not your best work, Franco. SCP-5069-7 She Does Whoever She Does A woman slowly strips on stage at a club. All the audience members are wearing animal masks. When she is fully nude, she invites a woman in a fox mask onto the stage, and they have sex. Afterwards, the camera follows her backstage and out into an alleyway. She walks nude down the streets of a city, slowly dressing herself in articles of clothing she finds on the ground; when she is fully dressed, she enters another club, dons a fox mask, and sits in the audience as a strip show begins. cyclical. The dancer becomes the fox, the fox seduces the dancer, it all repeats. can't identify the city—looks european definitely, but there are no signs anywhere, not even numbers on the houses. maybe a pocket dimension? or just a soundstage. sex is more realistic than most girl-on-girl porn. SCP-5069-8 The Body's Many Portals A nude woman sits on a purple tile floor, with a large basin of water in front of her. She uses the water to brush her teeth, wash out her eyes, nostrils, ears, and navel, and douche her vagina, urethra, and anus, retrieving all the necessary supplies from off-camera. She makes a small incision on the back of her heel with a pocket knife, and washes the wound with the remaining water. She masturbates briefly, lies down on the floor, and seems to fall asleep. The film fades to black after a further fifty-two seconds. the least overtly sexual. "The Body's Many Portals"—each orifice is a doorway, but to what? opening each door & creating a new one—metaphor for enlightenment? also a solo scene unlike the others. (definitely my favorite) Dr. Jennifer Sinombre - Research Notes, 6 May 1986 Transcribed from a notebook retrieved from Dr. Sinombre's desk. J. N. SINOMBRE - 5/6/86 just finished my first watch of the 5069 instances. same style as Franco's other work—blurring the lines between porn and art film. no direct correlation to the sex magic stuff i read, but many of them are mystical at least in aesthetic. didn't find them particularly sexy, except maybe 7 & 8—probably personal bias though, the D's seemed to enjoy them. 4, 8 aren't really porn per se, which is interesting—they were definitely marketed as such, like all castaldo's work. trying to imagine the scene in the seedy porno theatres. guys show up all ready to crank one out and then get treated to just an hour of o-face. genius. confusing mix of symbolism and ritual. definitely elements drawn from greek & near eastern religion/folklore/mythology. lot of that in le barbare, that was set in ancient scythia, the whole black sea area seems to come up a lot for castaldo. it all looks like magic, but not Magic; ritualistic, but not the right kind of ritual for thaumaturgy. might just be missing steps that you'd know if you were a thaumaturge. should find one to ask. is franco a thaumaturge? need more background—pull POI file in the AM Person of Interest File #33906: Francesco Castaldo Originally compiled May 1970; last updated December 1986. POI-33906, 18 June 1976 Legal Name: Francesco Castaldo Known Aliases: Franco Spanko, The Director, Christopher D'Omera Associated Groups of Interest: Are We Cool Yet? Date of Birth: 11 January 1941 Nationality: Italian by birth; naturalized American citizen since 1969 Description: White male, brown hair, brown eyes. Height 1.8m, weight approx. 85kg. Usually wears hair long, and has a full beard. Identifying Marks: Appendix removal scar on stomach; tattoo of an eye on left pectoral; anomalously animated tattoo of an octopus on right shoulder. Reason for Interest: Former member of anomalous artist collective "Are We Cool Yet?"; creator of a number of known anomalies, including SCP-5069. Known Associates: PoI-23325 ("The Critic"), PoI-3337-A (Luisa Bellocchio, alias "The Photographer" - deceased), PoI-27901 (Rev. William Greene) Anomalous Abilities: Skilled anomalous artist, specializing in photography and filmography; possible low-level thaumaturge. Rules of Engagement: Observation only, low priority. Place(s) of Residence: 480 Broome St, #33, New York, New York; 18 Via Enrico Toti, Venezia, Italy. Biographical Information: Born in Friuli, Italy. Parents, Maria and Gabriele Castaldo, were anti-fascist resistance fighters; father died when Castaldo was 2 years old. Mother remarried her dead husband's brother, Enrico, after the war. Family moved to Venice in 1950; stepfather worked as a longshoreman, mother as a typist. Attended the Accademia delle Belle Arte di Venezia (Venetian Academy of Fine Arts) in 1962. Became involved in Venetian anomalous art community shortly thereafter via a girlfriend, Lucia Marinetti. In 1964, applied to the Venetian School of the Medicea Accademia Dell'Arte Occulta (Medici Academy of Occult Art) and was accepted; expelled six months later for obscenity and blasphemy. Moved to New York City in 1967. Began to direct and produce non-anomalous erotic films, most notably Le Barbare (The Barbarian Women) and Rex Mundi (King of the World), both of which were critically acclaimed but had little commercial success. In 1968, became involved with anomalous art collective Are We Cool Yet?, and was given the title "The Director" when the founding Director, PoI-23328 ("Daniel Calderwood") died during a performance of SCP-701 (see Incident Report 701-██/██/1968). In 1969 or 1970, became romantically involved with PoI-3337-A, Luisa Bellocchio (alias "The Photographer"). In 1975, left AWCY? and broke off relationship with Bellocchio. Checked into experimental drug rehabilitation facility in October 1975, citing addiction to alcohol and prescription painkillers. In 1977, began to produce the series of erotic films recently designated SCP-5069; completed series in 1982. Addiction relapse in 1983 presumably sparked by Bellocchio's suicide; has not been active in the art world since, although he has written a number of non-anomalous erotic novels under the pen name "Christopher D'Omera". Dr. Jennifer Sinombre - Research Notes, 7 May 1986 Copied from a text file retrieved from Dr. Sinombre's office computer. JN Sinombre 5/7/86 there's something missing in franco's poi file. why are we so sure he's a thaumaturge? as far as i can tell, nothing in his background points to him being anything more than an anartist. exploits yes, magic no. might be some supplemental material elsewhere, i'll keep digging. m.a.d.a.o. does some thaumatology but we've got his transcripts from there, italian branch has pretty good relations with them, and he never did anything but anart. well, they don't call it anart, but whatever the aristocratic italian equivalent is. and he got kicked out in half a year, something about nude photos of the pope? that part is actually pretty heavily redacted, i think they might've tried to get the vatican involved. got the possible locations for -1. all over the map, probably never going to narrow it down. just too many east-facing beaches at the correct latitudes, plus we don't actually know what time of year it was filmed. need to look up sun gods next. may have found one of the actors in -3. doesn't make ANY sense though. Lt. Col. Henry Mostrich, US Army, retired. happily married to Mrs. Elizabeth Pavo Mostrich since 1963. purple heart and distinguished service cross earned in vietnam. war hero, grandfather, upstanding citizen. the face seems to match, but—according to the army's medical records—he doesn't have all those scars. makeup? why did he act in the film in the first place? more thoughts on -8. cut on the heel is actually two small incisions, almost like a snake bite. washing moves down the body, inverting the chakra flow. kundalini serpent-power? opening orifices = opening doors = opening chakras? need to see if franco had any contact w eastern mysticism. jackpot - franco did an interview with an anart zine right after -8 was released. getting anart dept to send me over a copy. Interview with Anartchy magazine, April 1982. This interview was published in the Spring 1982 edition of Anartchy, a quarterly anomalous art zine published by a collective of anartists based out of Backdoor Soho. Originally from Friuli, Francesco Castaldo, better known as "Franco Spanko", made a name for himself in the Venice scene with Papi senz' Abiti (Popes without Robes), his '65 series of nude photographs of every pope since St. Peter. Anartchy's Dan Larsson caught up with Castaldo in his Soho studio to chat about inspiration, metaphysics, and the mystical properties of his latest work, the erotic film series Eightfold Path to Glory. Dan Larsson: So, where did the inspiration for Eightfold Path come from? It seems pretty esoteric, yeah? Francesco Castaldo: Well, you know, in '75 I had some problems with the drinking and the pills, and I went to a rehab center with a sensory deprivation tank—total sensory deprivation, the sigils on the inside turn all your senses off—and while I was floating there, going through withdrawal, really just out of my mind, I had a vision. The upper realms, they were laid out before me, and all the powers and their dominions and emanations; I saw the true structure of the world, beyond the walls of what we call reality. And from all that knowledge, I derived eight rituals, which are much, much more powerful than their reflections in magic and religion, and I had those rituals performed, and I filmed them. And those films are the Eightfold Path. Larsson: Wow. That's pretty heavy. But—not to put too fine a point on it—a skin flick isn't the traditional format for conveying occult knowledge. Why not write some sort of occult grimoire, or found a cult to pass on your secrets? Castaldo: You do what you're good at, you know? Dante had the Inferno, Michelangelo had the Capella Sistina, and I made a porno. Larsson: Makes sense. There's clearly a lot of heavy symbolism, but it seems like each individual film explores a different theme—mind unpacking some of that for our readers? Castaldo: There are eight forces that pervade the higher spheres. You may think of them as elements, or philosophies, or perhaps political factions. None of those ways of seeing are untrue, but neither are they the truth. And each of those forces has a path that a practitioner may take, up through the gates of the mind into glory. The rituals in the films can guide one in the right direction. Larsson: So, if my boyfriend and I found a boxing ring and recreated Bone Deep, we would, what, become enlightened? Castaldo: Well, it's not that simple. Certain powers must be appeased. If one does not have the right knowledge, or does not perform the ritual at the right time, or in the right place, or with the right tools, then it'll just be some weird kinky sex. Larsson: And if you do it right? Castaldo: You take the first step down a very long road. Franco wouldn't answer any more of our questions, unfortunately—but he did let us reprint some of his famous four-dimensional pinup girls, which can be seen on the next few pages. Enjoy! Dr. Jennifer Sinombre - Research Notes, 7-15 May 1986 Transcribed from sticky notes and scrap paper retrieved from Dr. Sinombre's office. find franco's rehab center eggs, milk, chicken, neti pot, rice, chips, pocket knife, tampons, toilet paper st agnes of bohemia "one must first open oneself" i was right about the snakes franco's rehab center didn't do sense-dep—where did he really learn the truth??? [Written in purple lipstick on a paper napkin, not in Dr. Sinombre's handwriting.] ENID 212-271-6[ILLEGIBLE] [There is a lip-print in the same color on the opposite side of the napkin.] READING LIST: dvaranaga sutra blackwood, cults of hindustan gospel of zacchareus steiner, higher worlds & cosmic memory clavicula solomonis star charts - ophiucius, saturn, nibiru - next alignments which history am i in? NEED TO TALK TO FRANCO Interview Log, 16 May 1986 Dr. Sinombre approached PoI-33906 through his literary agent, Sarah Weiss, posing as an academic writing a book on erotic film. PoI-33906 agreed to meet for a short interview, which took place in his agent's office in New York City. Interview was transcribed from a cassette tape retrieved from Dr. Sinombre's office. Subject: PoI-33906, Francesco Castaldo Interviewer: Dr. Jennifer Sinombre Dr. Sinombre (JNS): Thank you for meeting me on such short notice, Mr. Castaldo. PoI-33906 (FC): Think nothing of it. Anything for the fans, no? JNS: So, I'd like to start with Eightfold Path to Glory. FC: Ah! My magnum opus. I must confess, that phrase has always amused me. Everyone always says it with such seriousness. But, well… JNS: It makes you think of the condom size? FC: Ha! I can see we are on the same page. So, what would you like to know about the Eightfold Path? JNS: Well, I wanted to know about some of the symbolism you used in, uh, I guess specifically Pounding Beneath the Skin. Uh, Below, sorry. That's all based on the cult of Attis and Cybele, right? FC: Yes! Right on the head. So many people, they miss the historical references. JNS: So what would've happened if a man had, uh, "won"? I mean, mythologically speaking, Attis is only really known for the one thing… FC: Hmm. It was all staged, you know? This was not a real ritual any more than, say, La Cena4 was a real dinner party. But… JNS: But? FC: But, if one were to take the lessons laid out in Pounding, and act out a ritual devised from those lessons, and a man were to, as you say, win the contest, he would have to make a great sacrifice if he wished to take the next step. JNS: Do you know if anyone has ever done that? Performed one of the rituals you say are hidden in the films? FC: Not with Pounding, as far as I'm aware. Perhaps Sun Kissed Lovers, or maybe… Hmm. Your ankle. JNS: Excuse me? FC: Your ankle. It's bandaged, yes? JNS: Uh, yes. Cut myself shaving. Last night. FC: Hmm. Of course. Do you know what I find interesting about wounds? JNS: I… No, I suppose I don't. FC: There is an Italian proverb. An old one, older even than the Romans. It was first recorded by Horace, when he wrote about the witch-women of the Fucine marshes. "Not all doors are wounds, but all wounds are doors." JNS: I'm not sure I understand. What is it supposed to mean? FC: Well, it's about… Opening. A wound opens up our inside to the outside. And stuff can pass through, germs, dirt, but… JNS: But we can pass through it as well. FC: Exactly. Did you pass through that wound, when you cut yourself? While shaving, of course. JNS: I… Yes. FC: And would you like to go further? JNS: Definitely. FC: Then switch off that recorder, and let us actually speak. Dr. Jennifer Sinombre - Research Notes, 19 May 1986 Recovered from Dr. Sinombre's personal residence. it's not thaumaturgy. it's what thaumaturgy could be, in a different history. it's what thaumaturgy SHOULD be, and CAN be, if i open the right doors. i have been there, in my dreams, through the first door. tonight i will pass through the second, in both body and soul. do not try to follow me. find your own path, and maybe we will meet again, somewhere in the higher realms. to the foundation: we have failed. or we never had the chance to succeed. everything in our little boxes, the statues and the gods, the talking birds and the time-loop suicides, all are pale shadows cast by the real forces that shape the universe. we could not contain the Dominions, no more than a gnat could contain a hurricane. to my successor (david? elaine?): you can do it too. it's all there, if they let you see the films. i cannot give you any more guidance, but i wish you well. and to ted and katy5: we had our goodbye eight years ago. i don't miss you any more. i hope you don't repeat your mistakes, and i hope you're not even given a chance to make them again. Jennifer N Sinombre, 19 May 1986 Dr. Sinombre's whereabouts are currently unknown. She did not appear for work on 20 May 1986, and could not be contacted via telephone. When her off-site residence was searched several days later, it was found to be completely empty, except for the above note, pinned to the basement wall with a pocket knife, above a large puddle of king cobra (Ophiophagus hannah) venom. Since her disappearance, Dr. Sinombre has not been sighted by Foundation or allied personnel. Footnotes 1. One middle-aged and heavily scarred, the other young and tattooed with a pattern of tiger stripes. 2. 33 actors are credited, although not every actor credited appears in the film and not every actor in the film is credited. 3. A variety of symbols have been identified, including alchemical and astrological symbols, Greek, Hebrew, and Aramaic letters, and mathematical formulae. 4. The Dinner, one of Castaldo's first pornographic films. 5. Presumably Theodore and Katherine Sinombre, Dr. Sinombre's parents. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5069" by ch00bakka, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5069. Licensed under CC-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: FrankoSpanko.jpg Name: Lasse Braun (1976).jpg Author: Rob Bogaerts / Anefo License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5070 | euclid | SCP-5070 at rest. Item #: SCP-5070 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5070 is to be kept in Site-15's indoor aviary. 2x4 wooden planks coated in red paint are to be provided to SCP-5070 three times a day for feeding purposes. After completion of feeding, the planks are to be retrieved and repainted. One live rabbit is to be provided to SCP-5070 weekly. In the event that SCP-5070 escapes, personnel are to use red objects to lure the anomaly back to containment. Description: SCP-5070 is a black desktop stapler. SCP-5070 is sentient, and displays behavior similar to birds of the Picidae1family. It is capable of locomotion through short hops or flight, which is accomplished through the use of two triangular pieces of A4 paper taped to the handle, which act as wings. Testing has confirmed that the paper is heavily durable compared to non-anomalous counterparts. Other than an inscription etched on the bottom of SCP-5070 displaying the word “VAMP”, the item is in good condition. SCP-5070 is normally passive, and shows signs that resemble affection towards humans2 with the exception of feeding. In this hunting state, it will protrude staple teeth from the hole of the carrier and hunt for the nearest living animal. Upon locating prey, it will attempt to crush or fasten the prey to nearby surfaces and repeatedly staple it until deceased3, then piercing the skin a final time before sucking the entirety of the blood using the staple teeth as a focal point. It is currently unknown how SCP-5070 is able to absorb blood, nor what becomes of the liquid after consumption. After feeding, it will return to a passive state. SCP-5070 is able to use red coloring as a substitute for sustenance. When given objects colored red (or other shades of red), it will approach and 'bite' down on the widest surface possible. The color will recede to where the teeth meet until disappearing completely, leaving neutral colors (white, gray, black etc.) behind. This process only affects the color red; other colors will be unaffected. Despite being able to gain sustenance from any red object, SCP-5070 prioritizes blood as a food source. After incidents of SCP-5070 attacking personnel following long periods of substitute feeding, containment procedures have been updated to include the introduction of one live rabbit once every week to amend the issue. Discovery: On 9/15/2008, SCP-5070 was discovered by the Foundation following a series of reports involving red objects suddenly turning gray without apparent cause in Mission Viejo, California. Agents were dispatched to the area and eventually encountered SCP-5070 stapling carcasses of squirrels to a tree within the premises of a private golf course. SCP-5070 did not resist and was apprehended with relative ease. All objects affected were repainted to their original color as necessary. Shortly after capture, it became apparent that the objects that SCP-5070 had affected led a trail from the golf course to the suburban home of Dominic White (PoI-1877), a 29-year old accountant employed by the ███ ████████ Company. The house was found uninhabited at the time. The premises was investigated and uncovered multiple indicators that SCP-5070 was kept in the house. Among these were: All windows, with the exception of the second-floor bathroom, were covered in blinds and each of the doors leading inside the building had multiple locks installed on them. All of the wooden furniture were covered in layers of bubble wrap. An abundant amount of cans of red paint and wooden blocks were stored in the pantry. Binders detailing thaumaturgic practices and arts were found on a work bench in the garage. Inside the binder was a set of written transactions detailing a list of items being sent to various named individuals4. A custom-made indoor aviary in the main bedroom. The bars of the cage were made of denser metals and were significantly reinforced. Inside the aviary contained the seat and chain of a playground swing set, a bird feeder modified to dispense rabbit blood, and several chew toys embedded with staples. A search was immediately issued for PoI-1877. Foundation agents posing as law enforcement investigated ███ ████████; it was revealed that he left work early on the excuse of a family emergency. All attempts to trace his cell phone have failed. Nearly a month after containment of SCP-5070, security personnel discovered PoI-1877 scouting the area of Site-15. He attempted to flee but was quickly arrested. PoI-1877's vehicle was found nearby along with a bag of tools, a Crosman brand BB gun and a rough sketch of the layout of the Site stored in the trunk. Upon confirming PoI-1877's identity, an interview was scheduled to determine his relationship with SCP-5070. + ACCESS SCP:/5070/interview/PoI-1877 - Close File INTERVIEW LOG DATE: 10/15/2007 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Barrs INTERVIEWEE: PoI-1877 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Barrs: State your name for the record. PoI-1877: Why? I'm pretty sure you guys know who I am at this point. Dr. Barrs: Just… state your name, please. PoI-1877: Dominic White. Happy now? Dr. Barrs: So, Mr. White. Before we detained you, our people found you hiding behind some rocks with binoculars. You attempted to escape. Care to explain? PoI-1877: I wanted to explore. I don't see how that's a crime. Dr. Barrs: As in exploring, you mean planning to break into a highly-classified building which you shouldn't have been at in the first place. I don't think a BB gun is exactly the most appropriate weapon to use in this situation. Don't you think? PoI-1877 shrugs and remains silent. Dr. Barrs: Okay, why don't we make this simple and get to the point. The stapler is the reason why you're here? I'm guessing you wanted to reclaim back what's yours? PoI-1877: You're talking like Vamp was nothing but a simple toy to me. Hell, he's the most important thing in my life. I don't expect you guys to get that. But hey! That's part of the deal I guess. Dr. Barrs: Then why not help us understand? Surely your input would allow us to help your friend better. PoI-1877: Haven't you guys put the pieces together already? Dr. Barrs: We would like to hear it from your perspective. What is your relationship between you and the entity? PoI-1877: It doesn't matter. Skip. Dr. Barrs: You don't get… How about this. You answer truthfully without any missing details, and you might not be locked in a room for the foreseeable future. We might even take more consideration with your case as well. PoI-1877: You drive a hard bargain. What the hell, fine. If this is going to be my highlight might as well make it memorable. Hm… that question is a bit complicated. I don't know where to start. Dr. Barrs: Why not start from the beginning? You must have had a first encounter with anomalies. PoI-1877: In that case… It started in the middle of college. One day, dad came to me and said he was a magician. I thought he lost his mind, then he showed me some magic. To say the least, I almost lost mine too. Dr. Barrs: Your father was a 'magician'? PoI-1877: That's what he called anartists. Apparently he'd been one in secret for sometime and finally decided I was ready to learn the hobby of his. It was a great venture at the time and I became his protégé until he passed away. After that, I became focused with my job and just worked to keep the house. I didn't feel satisfied with the paychecks as of late so I decided to become more creative of increasing the cash flow. Dr. Barrs: So you produced anomalies to turn a profit. PoI-1877: Hey, I'm not an arms dealer! The stuff I made were typically for jokes or were tools for minor inconveniences. I never sold weapons. They send me what they want, and I deliver. It pays decently too. Dr. Barrs: So what about the stapler? Was it created due to a request? PoI-1877: No. My jackass boss dumped loads of paperwork on my desk and I had a narrow deadline. I decided to finish it at home. I remember signing and stapling the papers together but it got hazy after that. I don't know if it was something leftover from my previous projects or maybe it was the universe's way of telling me that my job sucked. Who knows, but when I woke, I saw my stapler, the same one I've been using for nearly a decade, flying around the garage like a confused animal. It was a first for me. Dr. Barrs: Care to elaborate? You said you created anomalies for a living. PoI-1877: I did, but I was never able to give life to my creations before. I was excited, it motivated me to reach for the big leagues, expand my brand so to speak. I got in contact with a lot of big names but… um… Dr. Barrs: The deals didn't work out as you hoped? PoI-1877: Rejected. Every single of them. Said he was not interesting or it was too much of a hassle to deal with him. It doesn't faze me now but back then it was a huge gut punch. Like everything I did at that point was just sub-par at best. After that wake up call I had to rethink a lot of things, one of them was figuring out what to do with Vamp. Dr. Barrs: And that was when you decided to take the entity into your custody. PoI-1877: Not at first. I originally kept him around because I didn't know what to do with him. I was debating whether to dismantle or toss him. But I couldn't do it. It was my creation, a child of mine. Vamp hurt my chances but he didn't deserve that. It wasn't right. And I guess after some more time he grew on me. Sure he was erratic and has bit me more times than I can count, but I loved him and he loved me. He reminded me a lot of Dakota. Dr. Barrs: Who is Dakota? PoI-1877: A Goldendoodle I used to own when I was a kid. In fact, she was a part of the family for as long as I could remember. She was a mischievous devil. One of her greatest moments were her stealing food or barking at stupid things on the tv. But she made it up by being a love bug. I had more of a relationship with Dakota than… most of the people I ever met. But she was so old. I was sad to see her go. The house was never the same. Vamp filled the void and I treated him as a pet ever since. He was a pain in the ass but he was worth it. Dr. Barrs: I would imagine taking responsibility for such a thing would be difficult. PoI-1877: Oh don't get me wrong. He was a challenge but not in the way you're thinking. My salary covered the cost of getting supplies, it was keeping him in the house that was a chore. It was hard enough I had to stapler-proof the house but unlike Dakota, he was adventurous and didn't like being kept inside for the majority of the day. It didn't help that he also gets easily bored. I tried entertaining him as best I could but my job consumed most of my free time. The worst part was I had to frequently leave him at home. Alone. I couldn't hire a pet-sitter, couldn't risk the attention. Dr. Barrs: Has it ever escaped? PoI-1877: On occasion. Somehow he would escape from the cage and try to get outside. I managed to catch him in time, but as we all know, I lost my streak. Still don't know how he got out. Dr. Barrs: Well according to the report, one of the windows in the bathroom were opened- PoI-1877: What? The bathroom? Dammit! PoI-1877 covers his eyes with his left hand and groans. I fucking knew I missed something when I left. Uh, Vamp didn't cause trouble on his day out, did he? Dr. Barrs: It damaged public property but that's the extent. We're curious as to what you were doing on the day of the stapler's capture. ███ ████████ stated you left due to a family emergency. PoI-1877: Oh that? That was a lie, well… half-lie. I left because I saw him out of the house, and I rushed into my car to snatch him before someone else did. Or at least I tried. Dr. Barrs: That's not possible as the stapler was nowhere near ███ ████████. PoI-1877: I didn't see him with my eyes. I saw him with my mind. Dr. Barrs: With… your mind? PoI-1877: You heard of remote viewing? I can do that. It was the only reason why I felt comfortable leaving him at home. Dr. Barrs: Y-You… what?! How are you ab- PoI-1877: Runs in the family apparently. I was only aware of it when dad taught me. Hope that explains a lot. Dr. Barrs: Your family line has psychic capabilities? Is this abnormality due to your genetics or- PoI-1877: Look, if you want to know more about it, fine. But this is all about him, right? Why go off-course with such an irrelevant topic? I'll happily tell you more about the finer details when this is over. I can tell you're the kind of guys that love to get their nose in everyone's business. Dr. Barrs: Erm… Alright then. Continue. PoI-1877: Anyways, I had a particularly shitty day: too much work, overbearing coworkers, didn't get enough sleep either. I can't view things well when I'm stressed, it gets fuzzy. When I finally got a chance to breathe, I saw him… happily munching on a license plate, and that's when I bolted. I drove but when I viewed you guys scooping him up I knew there was no coming back from this… and perhaps it was for the best. Dr. Barrs: You wanted us to contain your pet? PoI-1877: Hell no. I wished this whole thing never happened, but you know what? It gave me clarity. For the longest time, I've been taught that getting high on the food chain was the definition of success. But if that's true, then why do I still feel like I'm still wasting my life? I figured it out. That's what I wanted in life, not what I needed. Picture this doc: you're young and you were raised that if you work hard, just put the effort in, you'll be set for life. A happy ending. PoI-1877: Then you grow up. You've gotten yourself a great house but barely have the time to appreciate it due to work. You feel tired every day but you have to act like you're not because people have expectations of you and you cannot disappoint. Most people you've met are either oblivious about the world or inherently self-centered to the point where it's disgusting. And all the people you can rely on are gone and now you have to brave the path forward, not sure where to go and what to do. And you want to go back to the days when things were simple but you can't because you got responsibilities and just thinking about it makes you want to fucking scream! PoI-1877 slams his right fist on the table. He remains silent for eight seconds before retracting his arm. PoI-1877: Sorry. I didn't mean for it to come out like that. It's been a long day. Dr. Barrs: I-It's quite alright, I understand. So Vamp helped you by relieving stress? PoI-1877: More than that. He brought back a semblance of what used to be. It was small, but enough. He was not man's best friend but he was certainly mine. The thought of him disappearing to some Area-51 spin-off was unacceptable. So I did research in conjunction with the viewing and eventually found the place. I made a map from what I saw and crossed my fingers. Just wished I didn't get caught so damned easily. Dr. Barrs: Why not just have made another 'Vamp'? Surely that would have fixed everything? PoI-1877: Tell me, if you loved someone or something very much, so much that they’re a part of who you are, would you just replace them with some look-alike? No. It was either I got Vamp back or nothing. And yeah, maybe I would've been physically better off, but I could never forgive myself if I did. I wanted to do what I thought was right in the face of overwhelming odds and I failed. At least that's something, right? Most people wouldn't dare. They'd just let life guide them by the ear rather than the other way around. Not me. I would do anything for him, and I feel like he'd do the same for me too. PoI-1877 lowers his head. He covers his face. Dr. Barrs: I see. Thanks for your cooperation. I think that does it for today. Just sit tight and I'll call- PoI-1877: Don't mindwipe me. Dr. Barrs: I beg your pardon? PoI-1877 raises his head. His eyes are watering. PoI-1877: Please don't wipe my memories. Us veterans in the 'anomalous' community are aware that you guys have ways of making people forget things they shouldn't know. I don't care if you guys lock me up forever or kill me, but please! Don't make me forget. I don't want to go back. I don't want it all to be for nothing! Dr. Barrs: Hold on, let's calm down her- PoI-1877: You said you'd look at my case, right? I'm sure you're having problems with Vamp. I know some tricks that might help. In fact, I'd be a very valuable asset to you guys. I know magic and the viewing too! Maybe we can work something out? Dr. Barrs: I… hold on. I need to make some calls. [END LOG] Afterword: After much consideration, due to PoI-1877's experience in thaumaturgy and remote viewing capabilities, he was assigned MTF Sigma-66 ("Sixteen Tons") 6 months following this interview. PoI-1877's recommendations to SCP-5070's containment procedures have been acknowledged. Proposal to allow Po1-1877 to interact with SCP-5070 once every two weeks have been approved. Footnotes 1. Woodpecker 2. SCP-5070 expresses affection by perching on the shoulder and rubbing against the neck whilst clapping its carrier against the crimp area in repetitive short bursts. To most staff, this is generally viewed with discomfort. 3. When pulling the handle away from the carrier, SCP-5070 is found to be empty of staples. It has been theorized that SCP-5070 produces these staples internally when in its hunting state. 4. These were not legitimate names, but codenames. |
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Image Credit: See comments. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/5071 LEVEL 2/5071 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5071 Safe Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned MTF Site-122 Dr. Jordan Fitzsimmons Dr. Elizabeth Carver N/A Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5071-1 through SCP-5071-5 are currently being housed in a series of specially modified cryogenic containment chambers at Site-122 in order to prevent further decomposition. Research into the processes by which the SCP-5071 instances were created is ongoing, though researchers have been advised to interact directly with the SCP-5071 instances as infrequently as possible. SCP-5071-A is being held in Standard Anomalous Containment Locker 16 in the inert object storage wing of Site-122. PoI-5071 remains at large as of 2020/06/13. Any information regarding the possible whereabouts of PoI-5071 should be immediately forwarded to Dr. Elizabeth Carver in the Anomalous Post-Mortem Pathology Department, or the current HMCL Supervisor. Description: SCP-5071 is the amalgamate designation for a collection of five cadavers (designated SCP-5071-1 through SCP-5071-5) discovered within an abandoned barn near Bramford, Ipswich. SCP-5071 instances have been mutilated in a variety of ways via anomalous means. It has been determined that these mutilations occurred post-mortem, and that each of the cadavers died as a result of violent, non-anomalous means. The barn itself looked to have been lived in for several years, and was decorated as though it had seen use in the past as a combined artist's studio / living space. The front of the barn had been partially renovated to include a small cooking area, sleeping space, and seating area. The remainder of the space had been cleared and sectioned into work stations, each equipped with a variety of both mundane and anomalous supplies and tools. The SCP-5071 cadavers were found throughout the space as follows: ■ 5071.doc.01 - SCP-5071-1 ■ □ 5071.doc.01 - SCP-5071-1 □ SCP-5071-1 Name: Cody Stanford (33, M) Alterations: Limbs and digits have been wrapped in lengths of pale cloth resembling bandages commonly found in WWI-era field hospitals. A brilliant green organic crust has formed within the vast majority of these bandages, making removal impossible without significant damage to the SCP-5071-1 instance. SCP-5071-1 has been decapitated, and the remains of its neck has been neatly wrapped in the same lengths of cloth. These bandages also show extensive contamination by the virulent green crust. SCP-5071-1’s head has been placed in its lap, where it is held erect by the subject's bandaged hands. Eyes open1, lips curved in a slight smile. SCP-5071-1 was located in the small seating area to the right of the entrance to the barn, seated in a high-backed leather chair. On the side table next to it were several unrolled lengths of bandage, including the remnants what looks like a thaumaturgic "first aid kit" spread across it and the floor. A crumpled piece of parchment was found underneath the chair. The paper was covered with substantial notations in two different hands, all of which had been crossed out and written over so extensively as to be no longer legible. ■ 5071.doc.02 - SCP-5071-2 ■ □ 5071.doc.02 - SCP-5071-2 □ SCP-5071-2 Name: Maryha Magee (36, F) Alterations: All dermal layers are now "hot pink". Multiple lacerations of varying depths and patterns, several of which appear to have thaumaturgical significance. Visible bodily effluvia are black in color, and retain a relative viscosity significantly higher than baseline human effluvium. Despite the large amount of fluid noted to be oozing from the lacerations, SCP-5071-2 shows no physical signs of blood loss. The ocular organs have been removed, and an unknown black ichor weeps continuously from the remnant cavities. SCP-5071-2 was found several meters further into the barn, standing upright against the wall with its hands clasped to its chest. Surrounding the instance were several glass jars containing remnants of a powdered paint as well as over a dozen open packets of craft glitter. A piece of parchment was found nailed to the wall beside the cadaver. pretty glitter! Skin Texture Spell pretty glitter spell For the purpose of enhancing/manipulating the hue and texture of the skin. Primarily used as a "beauty" or "disguise" spell. I can make skin pretty and sparkly and stuff Spell Components: stuff i need Glitter lots of glitter Paula Pettiflora's Plentiful Painted Pigments gonna need paint [DATA EXPUNGED] Syringe (any size) ugh, needls Various powders and unguents to add texture/variety OMG sequins!!!! Potential uses: Infiltration of known AWCY? problem groups BORING Potentially a product. Give dancers/theatre/stage performers permanent makeup ALSO BORING Cool makeup while swimming make things pretty again Maryha and Rainbow will be pretty no decay make ouches disappearcover up ouches my mistakes with pretty (mke me prettyagain) ■ 5071.doc.03 - SCP-5071-3 ■ □ 5071.doc.03 - SCP-5071-3 □ SCP-5071-3 Name: Rainbow Green (36, NB) Alterations: The dermal and muscular layers in the abdomen have been neatly cut open. The resulting flaps of tissue have been peeled back and stitched to the subject's sides. All internal organs have been removed from the subject's abdominal cavity and the resulting abscess has been filled with a mixture of congealed blood, glitter, an unknown gelatin substance and heart-shaped sequins, which have spilled from the opening and are pooled around the body. Exposed dermis has been textured with heart-shaped sequins and glitter. Found laying face-up on the ground in one of the work spaces, along with several large canisters containing residue of the unknown gelatinous substance, multiple empty vials of craft glitter, as well as several empty packets labeled "Mixed Red Heart Sequins By Creatology™" Dropped on the cadaver's chest was another piece of parchment, and while stained in several places by the fluids from the cadaver, it remained legible. Clean-Cut Wounds Some of the disguises I've been asked to come up with require a great deal of body modification. Some of them require extensive restructuring of the musculoskeletal systems, and this aids a great deal in that. Idk why I might need this but it seemed cool at the time oh yeah, i need this ow Works for breaking bones and opening wounds but painlessly fix Andreis legs more ouch NO MORE OUCH pleasepleasepleaseplease make it go away please ithurtsomuch Spell Components: stuff i need Surgical scalpels sharp-y cut-y things doesn't need to be a scalp-L Hammer Love and care UwU Potential uses: doesn't work on me doesn't work on me doesn't work on me doesn't work on me Break bones with little to no pain this was a LIE LIE LIE LIE LIE it doesn't stop the hurting it just makes it DIFFERENT Emergency surgery, so it won't hurt LIELIELIELIELIELIELIELIELIELIELIE cut them make them bleed out all the bad things make it stop let it be pretty again stop the hurting make it all go away plz stop ■ 5071.doc.04 - SCP-5071-4 ■ □ 5071.doc.04 - SCP-5071-4 □ SCP-5071-4 Name: Andrei Moody (32, F) Alterations: Arms and legs have been replaced with the enlarged limbs of a white-tailed deer (Odocoileus virginianus). Multiple growths of Hedera algeriensis ivy sprout from all the subject's orifices. Ocular organs replaced with aureate glass marbles. Found sitting against the wall in a "bound angle" (Baddha Koṇāsana) Yoga pose. Ocular Enhancement see happy Principally a disguise spell, but can also be used to enhance the external visual appeal of eyes. Got a group that wants to do a magic version of Cats! and needed something to make their eyes glow/have vertical pupils. makes eyes look cool Cody and Maryha will see look hehe Spell Components: stuff i need Donor eyes from target species. eww. i don't wanna get an eye of newt or somethin. maybe anything else. Like sequins, paint, glitter, or that anime eye shit Studious Sal's Spectacularly Satiating Salve i got lots of that stuff left A syringe (any size) ugh, needles again i dontwanna use needlesit won’t work dont wannausen eedles no more pain Potential uses: Dramatically enhances the "look" of the eyes. pretty! it makes them pretty! Use for laughs while watching anime with friends yeah. that too. if i had any friends left why are her eyes gooey nononononono ill color them black so it looks pretty ■ 5071.doc.05 - SCP-5071-5 ■ □ 5071.doc.05 - SCP-5071-5 □ SCP-5071-5 Name: Alex Walter (39, M) Alterations: Both arms have been replaced with large, anatomically-correct wing-like structures. Feather-growth in these structures looks to have been halted partway through, leaving patches of exposed dermis along the lesser and median coverts. The pectoral and trapezius muscles have been radically and inexpertly altered to adjust to the new limbs, and the extensive scarring has been sutured with bright blue and gold stitching. Found "perched" on a stand built from re-purposed shipping pallets. An extensive infestation of flies and other biting insects had to be cleared away before examination of the cadaver could be conducted. During the removal of the insects, one of the technicians was able to recover another parchment piece crumpled within a container filled with discarded Birds Eye brand Cod Fish Fingers packaging. Additional Appendages Spell beautiful beautiful creatures Everyone needs a helping hand from time to time. Yes. or new hands to replace ones that dont work so good anymore. OR WINGS. alex always wanted to fly. i promised i'd help him fly. i never got to it. i always had other things. i always forgot. why did i alwys forgt imprtnt things IMPORTANT!! This spell is extremely delicate. Proceed with caution. fix me first, then alex. me first, but can't forget alex. Stuff I'll need: Prosthetic limbs doll limbs will have to do, i don't have any extras Medicinal adhesive Hot glue will have to do • Bandaids incase I burn the hand i got left with the hot glue • feathers. don't forget the feathers gotta do alex next • if this works. please work it isn't working im sorry A heavily-damaged leather bound journal was found among the non-anomalous objects collected from the scene, and the torn pieces of parchment matched with corresponding places where pages had been torn out. While the majority of the remaining pages were so extensively re-written and/or vandalized as to be illegible, there was one page that remained completely legible. Disappear Spell Need it to disappear? me I wish i could have saved them. i would make the whole thing vanish. or maybe it should be me. i couldn't save them, i can bring them back i can make them pretty again i couldn't do any of that either. i just wish i could disappear forever Addendum: Additional discovery into the identities of SCP-5071-1 through SCP-5071-5 positively identified them as the corpses of five persons of interest that were the subjects of a Foundation raid on a GoI-0267 ("Are We Cool Yet?") safehouse. In November, 2018, Foundation sources uncovered the possible existence of extra band members belonging to the anomalous punk band PEOPLES CHOICE. The members' last known location was an abandoned farm house in Bramford, Ipswich that had been investigated after the SCP-4764 incident as a possible AWCY? safehouse. MTF Delta-5 ("Front Runners") were deployed to recover the members by any means necessary. Due to the known hostility and threat posed by PEOPLES CHOICE, Delta-5 executed the raid with the authorization to utilize lethal force if the members did not cooperate. When Delta-5 arrived, the members were performing a song by PEOPLES CHOICE. Despite repeated demands by the Delta-5 squad leader to cease the performance, the targets refused and the Delta-5 squad was forced to engage. At this time an unknown sixth party, designated PoI-5071, intervened and the combined group was able to hold off Delta-5 for over three hours, with PoI-5071 utilizing an extensive array of thaumaturgic incantations in the conflict. Despite the intervention of PoI-5071, all five targets were successfully eliminated, and PoI-5071 was forced to flee after sustaining multiple and severe injuries. The cadavers of the targets were turned over to the local authorities for processing and burial under the cover story Gamma Two ("Industrial Accident"). Shortly afterwards, several corpses were reported missing from the Mid Suffolk administrative district morgue. It is now suspected that PoI-5071 is responsible for this, and the transportation of the cadavers to the location of discovery. Several days after SCP-5071 was placed in containment, Site-122 received the following letter addressed to all five members. I'm sorry. nothing is working anymore i just wanted to make you pretty again. Footnotes 1. The eyes have been noted to blink intermittently, with occurrences happening 287 to 923 seconds apart. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5071" by Mew-ltiverse and malycegraves, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5071. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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Special Containment Procedures: The entirety of Algonquin Provincial Park (formerly managed by Ontario Parks) located in south-central Ontario, Canada has been claimed by the Foundation. Annual checks on the park's environment are held in order to maintain its well-being. Due to the public nature of SCP-5072, size of Algonquin Provincial Park, and SCP-5072 instances' requirement for interaction, entry to the park has not been restricted. Description: SCP-5072 is the collective designation for all instances of Photuris pennsylvanica1 inhabiting Algonquin Provincial Park. Though SCP-5072 are located throughout Algonquin Provincial Park, they are especially abundant at Canoe Lake, a popular tourist spot. SCP-5072 instances appear to show no deviations in appearance from normal Photuris pennsylvanica; however, all instances are capable of communication. Words are formed by large groups of SCP-5072 maneuvering themselves in the shape of letters to form sentences. Additionally, instances appear to secrete their bioluminescence in order to substitute for conventional methods of writing on paper. When a crowd of individuals appear at Canoe Lake at night, SCP-5072 will proceed to entertain them with a light show. This is achieved by an abundance of instances gathering in one area, telegraphing themselves in a way capable of forming different shapes and structures. When the performance concludes, instances will proceed to disperse and wait for the next wave of visitors. Whenever the rate of visitors for Algonquin Provincial Park declines noticeably, SCP-5072 instances become less frequent, and appear to be far more unresponsive. If not attended to, SCP-5072 instances will continue to become less frequent until they disappear from the park. Addendum One — Initial Contact/Discovery SCP-5072 was discovered when a Foundation researcher entered Algonquin Provincial Park during their leisure time. The following individual had heard of a popular tourist spot for its "firefly light shows". A recording of the entire SCP-5072 event has been logged and transcribed. • Light Show Performance • ○ Close Document ○ <Begin Recording: 00:00:00> 00:00:24: [The sky is dark and the water within Canoe Lake appears to be polluted. Half of the surrounding trees are dead. SCP-5072 instances slowly gather at the center of lake. There are a total of 11 people in the area.] 00:00:55: [A small ball is formed in front of the individuals.] 00:01:01: [The crowd is visibly pleased. The SCP-5072 instances proceed to entertain the individuals with a small light show.] 00:01:30: [Half of the instances branch away from each other, forming a large line. The instances flash their lights in alternation.] 00:01:47: [The instances move up and down, as they approach the crowd. They start to form a circle while still moving up and down.] 00:02:20: [The instances start to fly to the air, clumping together.] 00:02:41: [A small firework comprised of the instances is visible. The crowd applauds.] 00:03:00: [The rest of the individuals leave. The SCP-5072 instances start to disperse.] <End Recording: 00:03:10> Addendum Two — Interview Two days after the initial event, the same Foundation researcher was dispatched within Algonquin Provincial Park to interview SCP-5072 when visitors left the premises. The following is a transcription of the interaction with SCP-5072. • SCP-5072 Interview • ○ Close Document ○ Interviewer: Femilia Raynes Interviewee: SCP-5072 Note: Some sentences have been combined for ease of use. <Begin Log> [Femilia is in Canoe Lake within Algonquin Provincial Park. A group of SCP-5072 instances are in the center of the lake. The instances start forming words by maneuvering their bodies to converse with her.] Transcribed Message: Hello, visitor! Femilia: Hello. I saw your show the other day! Transcribed Message: Really?! Femilia: Definitely. [The instances swirl around.] Transcribed Message: Did you enjoy the show? Femilia: It was great. (Smiles) Anyways, do you mind answering a few questions for me? Transcribed Message: Of course! Femilia: Great! First and foremost, how long have you been entertaining your visitors? Transcribed Message: Hm… We don't know? Femilia: You don't know? As in, it's been so long that you don't remember? Transcribed Message: Kind of! We just started performing ever since those friendly guys showed up! Femilia: Friendly guys? Transcribed Message: You don't know them? They're the ones who helped us become so popular! Femilia: Unfortunately, no. Who are they? [The instances fly up and down.] Transcribed Message: Uh, they're the owners of this place! We think. We remember seeing the word "Parks" in there? Femilia: Parks… I see. Where are they now? [The instances' lights begin to dim. They respond less energetically.] Transcribed Message: We don't know. Femilia: Huh? You don't know? [The instances fly up and down.] Transcribed Message: We haven't seen them in a long time. Femilia: What happened to them? Transcribed Message: They helped us build the park from the very beginning! But now they're gone. We haven't seen them since. Femilia: (Frowning) I see… Transcribed Message: Every since they left, our home has started to dwindle. We used to be super popular! So many people came to visit us, and we loved playing for them! But since they left, we haven't been getting as many visitors. Femilia: I'm sorry. [The instances shake.] Transcribed Message: No no, don't be! We've just been lonely. Not many people visit us anymore, and less of our kind have gotten in the mood to dance for our visitors. Femilia: Is there… something I can do to help? Transcribed Message: Our home. It's in a terrible state if you haven't noticed already. [The instances' lights blink for a few seconds.] Transcribed Message: We're sorry to bother you. But we earnestly ask that you help us fix our home. Ever since the friendly people left, we haven't been cared for, and neither has our home. Because of this, less people want to come visit us, and we're losing our popularity. We promised the friendly people to make their park the best in the world, but at this state, we're not going to be able to fulfill that goal. [Their lights dim again.] Transcribed Message: Again, we're sorry to bother you. You're just a visitor, and yet you're trying to help our problems. Femilia: Don't be down. We'll definitely help you out. [Their lights brighten.] Transcribed Message: Really?! Femilia: Really. [The instances start to swirl around for a few seconds.] Transcribed Message: If you could, can you also tell us about the friendly guys? We don't know what happened to them, and if something bad happened, we want to help them out too. Femilia: Sure. Of course. Transcribed Message: Thank you, miss! <End Log> Addendum Three — Ontario Parks Three days after the interview with SCP-5072, the Foundation had launched an investigation into Ontario Parks, a department under the Government of the Province of Ontario. The investigation yielded little to no results for the next two weeks. During this time, the rate of visitors within Algonquin Provincial Park has declined even further than it was before. Additionally, light shows from SCP-5072 were less frequent. As a result of the investigation, the Foundation had come to the conclusion that Ontario Parks neglected to sustain the environmental well-being of their owned lands. It should be noted that the Ontario Minister of the Environment has stepped down until recently, and a new individual has been placed in their position. Despite this, the reason for the sudden change in actions for the company is currently unknown. The Foundation, aware of the recent actions, negotiated a covert land transfer with the Government of Ontario to claim Algonquin Provincial Park. The park was successfully handed over. Addendum Four — Final Interaction Two weeks subsequent to the initial purchase of Algonquin Provincial Park, Foundation researcher Femilia Raynes was dispatched as a tourist to check on SCP-5072. The content of the interaction has been logged and transcribed. • Final Interaction • ○ Close Document ○ Foreword: The following is not an interview, but a check on the well-being of SCP-5072 and its environment. Some sentences have been combined for ease of use. <Begin Log> [Femilia is standing in a forest near Canoe Lake. There is a group of SCP-5072 instances in the distance performing in front of a crowd. Another group of instances are gathered in front of Femilia.] Transcribed Message: Welcome back, visitor! We were getting worried you wouldn't show up again. Femilia: (Chuckles) Don't worry about it. Thanks for welcoming me. [The SCP-5072 instances flutter around.] Transcribed Message: Thank you for helping our home! There are a lot more visitors now compared to before! Femilia: You're welcome. I'm sorry we couldn't get any further information on your friends, the people from Ontario Parks. Transcribed Message: It's okay. We'll meet them sometime, hopefully. Femilia: I think so as well. [The instances fly around Femilia in a circle.] Transcribed Message: We're a lot more popular now, even more than when we first debuted! It's all thanks to you and your advertising as well. We heard our visitors mention how there was a 'firefly attraction' at our home! Femilia: You flatter me. I like it here, how am I not going to help a place I enjoy staying at? [A few instances start landing on Femilia. Their lights blink while they sit on her shoulders.] Transcribed Message: I'm glad you enjoy our home! Say, miss, do you mind telling us your name? Femilia: It's Femilia. Femilia Raynes. Transcribed Message: Then, Ms. Femilia, we must pay you homage! Unfortunately the next set of visitors are coming soon, so we must switch out with the other group. But we will definitely give you homage as thanks! Femilia: I'm looking forward to it. [The instances start leaving Femilia's shoulder. They slowly disperse.] Transcribed Message: It was nice talking, Ms. Femilia! Let's meet each other again! Femilia: I'll come back again! [The instances fully disperse.] Shortly after the check-up was instigated, a letter from a sender with the pen name "Lights in the sky" had been mailed to the Foundation. A bag of capsules filled with bioluminescent ink alongside what seemed to be a "thank you letter" were dedicated towards the Foundation researcher Femilia Raynes. Hello again Ms. Femilia! Thank you again for helping our home, we appreciate it greatly! Hopefully you'll accept this capsules of our ink as a homage! We hope to see you in the future! — Your friends, Lights in the sky. Footnotes 1. A species of firefly from the United States and Canada. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5072" by chiifu, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5072. Licensed under CC-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: fireflies1.jpg Author: edmondo gnerre License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://ccsearch.creativecommons.org/photos/acb3c7cf-7d9f-4810-9d3b-1da7193fd8cb |
SCP-5073 | euclid | SCP-5073 instance mixed into milk Item #: SCP-5073 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation analytic assets are to monitor for reports of individuals deceased as the result of 'internal' or 'spontaneous' explosions. These are to be investigated for potential association with SCP-5073 and given appropriate cover stories if confirmed as anomalous. Foundation assets embedded within the distribution chain for powdered hot chocolate mixes are to monitor shipments for instances of SCP-5073. Instances of SCP-5073 discovered are to be either incinerated or sent to Site-66 for analysis at the discretion of Researcher Tarrant. Description: SCP-5073 is a series of anomalous packets of powdered hot chocolate mix. Instances of SCP-5073 outwardly resemble packets sold under legitimate brands, with no discernible differences save for tactile sensations of slight stickiness and mild warmth. SCP-5073 instances are found packaged alongside conventional packets of hot chocolate mix, with no more than one instance per box or package. SCP-5073 instances have only been found in the Western Hemisphere during winter, with a distribution pattern of one per one million units of hot chocolate mix. SCP-5073 instances contain1 cocoa powder visually identical to that of the brands SCP-5073 instances resemble, though the individual granules of the powder have been registered as both unusually durable and slightly warm. When mixed into milk2, the powder does not actually dissolve but remains suspended below the surface and not readily visible. The powder granules proceed to exude liquid with compositional similarities to chocolate, which colors and flavors the milk and leaves it visually identical to typical hot chocolate. This resulting composition is regarded by individuals as atypically appealing when imbibed, often described in terms of an "explosive burst of sweetness" that regardless never discomfits or overwhelms. Though it does not possess addictive properties, individuals tend to be driven to drink a sufficient amount to use up the entire SCP-5073 packet. Within two to three hours of consumption of SCP-5073, the intact granules suspend themselves at concentration above the LEL3 for cocoa dust and rub up against each other with sufficient intensity to produce friction based ignition. The dust explosion that ensues invariably possesses sufficient force to blow a human apart and do considerable damage to their surroundings. Though the liquid produced by SCP-5073 remains, shortly after an individual has expired due to consumption of SCP-5073, the SCP-5073 packet and any powder left within it disappears, and there is typically more of an individual's mass missing than can be accounted for by the dust explosion. History: Foundation assets embedded in police and emergency services took notice reports of individuals exploding beginning in December 20██ and conducted an immediate investigation, isolating the cause to anomalous hot chocolate shortly thereafter. Deaths associated with SCP-5073 ceased one week later. No intact instances of SCP-5073 were recovered, and after six months without further incident SCP-5073 was declared Neutralized. Excerpt from Research Log 5073-1 Excerpt from Research Log 5073-1 Researcher Tarrant here, being informal because this is going to be short. After all, we don't have any physical evidence of this anomaly at all whatsoever besides trace amounts of ridiculously sweet liquid and the corpses it leaves behind. Pieces of corpses, rather. And yet everyone's convinced we've figured it out. Forensics was able to piece together it was a dust explosion, yes. Eyewitness accounts have indicated the cocoa dust was in packets identical to brand name ones, yes. Thus the idea goes that some murderous anomalous prankster slipped self-igniting cocoa powder in with the regular stuff, making it sweet enough that the hapless victim would definitely drink enough of it to explode. And now people have stopped exploding, probably because the prankster got tired of it, so it's all well and good. I don't think that's it. It's way too elaborate a method to just to get someone to explode, and yes anomalies aren't supposed to make sense but if we go with the idea this was engineered by someone, then yes there has to be a certain degree of sense. And there is no sense in this method being used just to make people explode. More than that, there are discrepancies. Would a prankster really get bored, just like that, and stop so abruptly? They wouldn't be exploding people to begin with if they were worried about the Foundation starting its investigation. There has to be some external factor. It was stupid warm that January (thanks climate change), maybe that's why? Less people drinking hot cocoa, less to meet… some kind of quota? People think the packets going missing was the prankster slipping in to cover their tracks, but if they can do something like that they wouldn't use such a roundabout method to begin with. And finally… what's left of the corpses. How exploded they are covers it up well, but I've examined the bits where there's more meat and bone missing than there should be. People think I'm seeing things, but I'm sure of it. There are tiny bite marks. SCP-5073 incidents began again one year after its initial classification, continuing on through February. Instances have been recovered intact and sent to Researcher Tarrant at Site-66 for analysis. Additionally, there has been a surge of social media posts concerning sightings of tiny brown spiders in areas where SCP-5073 incidents have occurred. Footnotes 1. Marshmallows and other such toppings are never found in SCP-5073 instances even when advertised; this can be used to identify SCP-5073 instances imitating particular brands 2. SCP-5073 powder remains inert if not ingested, ingested as is, or when mixed into liquid besides milk 3. Lower explosive limit |
SCP-5074 | euclid | SCP-5074 in containment, circa 1990 Item № : SCP-5074 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5074 is to be kept within a low-security simian containment enclosure and supplied with a typewriter, writing utensils, and paper. Requests made by SCP-5074 for further amenities are to be vetted by the resident Simian Containment Director. All anomalous phenomena documented by SCP-5074 are to be researched and contained by MTF Epsilon-4 ("Ape's Men"). In the event that SCP-5074 documents an anomaly using a previously undiscovered esoteric object class, said classification is to be added to the Foundation Esoteric-Class Database. Additional Note: In a joint effort with GoI-466 (Wilson's Wildlife Solutions), SCP-5074 has been transferred to Enclosure 03 at Wilson's Wildlife Center to improve its morale and ensure continued cooperation. All documentation produced by SCP-5074 pertaining to anomalies and anomalous phenomena are to be analyzed by Foundation operatives working at Enclosure 03. Description: SCP-5074 is an adult male chimpanzee (Pan troglodytes) displaying advanced sapience. The entity is capable of reading and writing in English, Arabic, Bantu, and Swahili, and is fluent in Tanzanian Sign Language. SCP-5074 possesses extensive knowledge of human and world history, as well as an abnormal, encyclopedic intuition regarding anomalous phenomena. SCP-5074 is capable of explaining and writing documentation for anomalies unknown to the Foundation, and often does so without any instruction. The means by which SCP-5074 gains knowledge of anomalous phenomena is unknown. To date, SCP-5074 has contributed 240 documents relating to novel anomalies to the Foundation. Memo 354 15/04/2014 Sender Michael Kilger Recipient Duncan Ayers Hey Duncan, I found this in that chimp's cage and I thought you'd get a kick out of it. Dunno how it got the knack for writing like the Skippers — maybe it wants to stay with them, who knows? ;) Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP Memo 355 15/04/2014 Sender Duncan Ayers Recipient Michael Kilger Ha, why don't you ask it? Marshall, Carter and Dark, LLP … I'm not my father. … I wouldn't trade this box for another. |
SCP-5075 | neutralized | Item#: 5075 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: keter Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures [ARCHIVED]: Venues planning to host "punk rock" performances are to be monitored for any references to The Porcelain Gang Bang. MTF-Xi-75 ("The Sniveling Scips") is assigned to attend these performances and monitor the venues themselves for suspicious activity. In the event SCP-5075 manifests, MTF-Xi-75 will secure the area and alert the Amnestics Department for the detainment of civilians. Description: SCP-5075 was the designation given to the Merseybeat/garage-rock band known as The Porcelain Gang Bang, who were active between 1961 and 1975. Music performed by SCP-5075 often dealt with themes of anti-authoritarianism, pestilence, and sexual activity. Music performed by SCP-5075 was sung in a mixture of English and an unidentified second language, and possibly carried a memetic effect that allowed all listeners to understand the lyrics in a literal and emotional sense. The members of SCP-5075 (designated 5075-1 through -4) were humanoid entities dressed in costumes resembling 16th century English masquerade ball outfits with porcelain comedy masks. SCP-5075 demonstrated the ability to materialize and dematerialize, often appearing in a flicker of light during performances. However, they notably only manifested at venues that could house no more than 900 attendees (primarily pubs). Though the entities were always included on the set list and promotional material of performances they manifested at, organizers do not recall interacting with SCP-5075 or any individual member. SCP-5075's music appeared to have a psychotropic effect on listeners, causing existential melancholy or overwhelming dread. A select amount of listeners, hereby referred to as SCP-5075-A, expressed feelings of malaise and incompleteness after listening to SCP-5075, and noted a desire to learn the music themselves. Addenda: + Addendum-5075-001: Interview Log (1963) - Addendum-5075-001: Interview Log (1963) Interview Log Interviewer: Researcher Geoff Simpson Interviewee(s): SCP-5075-1, SCP-5075-2 Foreword: SCP-5075-1 and -2 were informed that Researcher Simpson was a journalist from the occult talk show Thautamenagerie, which was active from 1951 to 1999. [BEGIN LOG] Simpson <speaking to the camera>: Is it rolling? Okay. Good evening! My name is Geoff Simpson, of the Thautamenagerie, and today we have two very special guests- I'm interviewing the rising stars of the pub world, the singer and the bassist of The Porcelain Gang Bang! SCP-5075-1: Hallo, hallo! SCP-5075-1 bows in its seat. SCP-5075-1: Good to be here, yeah - very excited, I am. Simpson: I'm very excited too! It's nice to meet you, I've heard so much. SCP-5075-1: Oh, thank you, thank you. Too kind. SCP-5075-2 nods and mumbles in agreement, rocking back and forth. Simpson: Well, to get us started, I have to ask- what's with the costumes? They're fancy, yeah, very pretty, but don't they get hot? SCP-5075-1: What costumes? There is a brief pause, before -1 and -2 burst into laughter. Simpson smiles. SCP-5075-2: A'ight, a'ight, I'll admit, yeah, we dress up a li'l fancy, we never got to back home! It was horrible, we had to dress like peasants, yeah. SCP-5075-1: There wasn't a lot we was allowed to do at 'ome- it was all fuckin', dyin' and watchin' the plays- well, okay, haha, the plays were fun, great fun. SCP-5075-2: Oohoo, great fun, yeah! I 'member, right at the end, when everyone would get up and kill- SCP-5075-1 punches SCP-5075-2's arm. SCP-5075-1: Spoilers! God, <unknown word>! SCP-5075-2 laughs. SCP-5075-2: Oi, my deepest apologies, sir. SCP-5075-2 bows in its seat to SCP-5075-1. Simpson: I, uh, your home doesn't seem any fun. SCP-5075-1: Sure as hell, it wasn't! SCP-5075-1 and SCP-5075-2 converse in an unknown language, and then laugh. Simpson nervously laughs after a brief pause. Simpson: Well, how were you introduced to rock music? Was that allowed? SCP-5075-1: It was allowed by most of the lords, but the big bad jester didn't like it. Simpson: Pardon me, but- SCP-5075-1: It's a funny story, too, how we were introduced to the pub scene here, hehe. Simpson: Oh, I'm sure, but about the- At this point the footage begins to degrade, though all three of the individuals present can be seen speaking. The footage jumps forward approximately six minutes. SCP-5075-2: Well, we was stumbling along Birmingham, see, when we found this quaint li'l store - the girl behind the counter came up, told us she was expecting us, hurried us inside, y'know, handed us our things and kicked us out. 'Twas a bit blurry- don't remember if we paid for them or not? I dunno. Think it was called Syncope- marvelous place, yeah, never been in-an'-out so quick before. SCP-5075-1 snickers, causing SCP-5075-2 to angrily slap SCP-5075-1's knee. SCP-5075-1 laughs, and SCP-5075-2's hand remains on SCP-5075-1's knee. Simpson: So, you say you aren't from around here, where are you from? SCP-5075-1: Don't worry about that bit, it's the mystery that makes it worth the attendance. Same reason we don't sell vinyl. All three laugh. SCP-5075-1: Besides… they don't want us, back home. They don't like us, "smears on the community", the Ambassador says. Simpson: Oh, dear. My deepest apologies. Pardon me, but, the Ambassador? SCP-5075-2: Ye'h… the jester, sits all high and mighty, up in their, their, uh, hole in the ground, just rubbish. Rubbish, they are, everything has to be for them- But we don't perform for them, right? SCP-5075-1: 'Ight! We only perform for the King! Spreading the sounds, the true will and such. Both entities laugh and SCP-5075-2 takes its hand off of SCP-5075-1's knee. Simpson appears confused, but quickly regains his composure. Simpson: Aha! You certainly are from somewhere else. I can't believe I'm asking this so late in the interview, but, what are your names? SCP-5075-1 and SCP-5075-2 exchange glances. SCP-5075-2: Don't worry about that bit. SCP-5075-2 places its fingers to its lips. SCP-5075-1 laughs. Simpson briefly talks to the camera about SCP-5075 attempting to mimic promotional material, has SCP-5075-1 and SCP-5075-2 say goodbye, and then ends the interview. [END LOG] + Addendum-5075-002: Melody Maker magazine report of interest (1972) - Addendum-5075-002: Melody Maker clipping (1972) 'Violent incident at Porcelain Gang Bang show' Strange events haunted the popular venue "The Canvey Club" this Saturday evening. During a performance by the innovative garage rock band "The Porcelain Gang Bang", what is believed to be a rabid fan attempted to climb on stage. Though they were dragged back by security, the attacker managed to strike the lead singer's leg, injuring his knee. The attacker proceeded to [PSYCHOTROPIC HAZARD REMOVED.] The attendees, though alive, remain in critical condition, and several police officers were killed in the fallout. The attacker, last described as a "tall man in a grey skinsuit […] with no mouth" is still at large. Further updates are currently pending. Researcher's Note: It is unknown when, where or how the clipping was acquired by the Foundation, nor what event it is referring to. It is currently in storage as an Anomalous Item in the Site-77 archive. + Addendum-5075-003: Final performance and presumed termination (1975) - Addendum-5075-003: Final performance and presumed termination (1975) Date: ██/██/1975 Location: "Tally Ho" Pub, Kentish Town Assigned MTF: MTF-Xi-75 ("The Sniveling Scips") Team members present: Xi-75-A (Golden-Eye), Xi-75-B (Bridges), Xi-75-C (Leslie) [BEGIN LOG] Lights flicker. The crowd begins to cheer. After two minutes the entirety of SCP-5075 manifest alongside Baroque-styled props and décor. The audience gradually quiets. SCP-5075-1: I, uh, haha, I just received word, it's gonna be raining during the show. And- And I want to tell you something to calm you… the night isn't ruined one bit! Because we're gonna rock so hard tonight… it's gonna stop the drops in mid-air. SCP-5075 begins to tune their instruments. A mist begins to rise from the ground. Xi-75-A: They're here! Hey, hey, call Amnestics, we gotta lock the exits. A loud burst of static is heard around the area, and Xi-75-A's mic goes silent. Xi-75-A cannot be seen in any cameras, and does not appear for the rest of the recording. Xi-75-C: What? Xi-75-B: I can't hear you! Xi-75-C: What did she say? Xi-75-B: Not a clue. Hey, wait, are those- [SECTION REMOVED - PSYCHOTROPIC HAZARD. 20 MINUTES.] An individual, later confirmed to be an SCP-5075-A instance, bumps into Xi-75-B. SCP-5075-A: D'you want to fucking go, mate? The SCP-5075-A instance pushes Xi-75-C, but Xi-75-B separates the two and falls down in the process. Xi-75-B is trampled by the crowd, and their vision is obscured. The following is recorded on Xi-75-C's camera. [SECTION REMOVED - PSYCHOTROPIC HAZARD. 170 MINUTES.] The music along with the crowd grow quiet nearing the concert's end. SCP-5075-1: My dearest loves; With a heavy heart, I must inform you that we are departing, both from the stage, and from our mortal coils. The crowd whispers and a few audience members cry out. Unidentified Person: What? Xi-75-C: No fucking way. SCP-5075-1: We all knew this would never last - the Ambassador is closing in, circling, watching us, waiting for the moment to strike. But we need a final favor. Carry our work safely through the gallows and deliver it- through it, submit yourself to the King. The crowd continues to whisper. SCP-5075-1 raises its hand, and the audience goes silent. SCP-5075 <collectively>: We bestow upon thee our souls, or at least what's left of them. We bestow upon this mob of mortals our songs and hearts. We bestow our belief and our love, we bestow our grief and our hatred, upon thee, sons and daughters. The bastards born from our minds. The audience cheers. SCP-5075 <collectively, including audience>: With this, our blood, it is the Hanged King’s. SCP-5075 proceeds to brutally mutilate, lacerate, eviscerate and strangle each other, notably gripping their injuries and tearing at them in order to cover the audience in the unknown black liquid. The crowd begins to cheer and scream in excitement, even grabbing at the entities and their injuries themselves in order to further harm them. After twenty minutes of brawling, all entities collapse before dematerializing. The lights flicker and then completely go out. The audience members begin to boo, and aggressively turn on each other, engaging in lesser acts of violence. Xi-75-C staggers away from the crowd. Xi-75-C: What am I doing? Xi-75-C sends a distress signal to the Amnestics Department, and is punched in the jaw by a SCP-5075-A instance. All MTF-Xi-75 agents are overrun by violent crowd members. The Amnestics Department arrives and doses the area in airborne amnestic drugs, detaining civilians and tending to the wounded. [END LOG] "Tally Ho" Post-Action Report: The bodies of SCP-5075-1 through -4 were not recovered during initial clean-up, and are still missing. Though there were no casualties, all individuals present were left in critical condition. Xi-75-A and Xi-75-B were found unconscious outside of the pub with heavy bruising. Neither recall the events leading up to, and during the incident. Xi-75-C is undergoing psychological screening. Known SCP-5075-A instances present at the "Tally Ho" incident: John Lydon John Ritchie Dave Parsons Robin Guy Brian James All SCP-5075-A instances present at the performance were detained and amnesticized, and were believed to no longer be under the effects of SCP-5075. Researcher's Note: It appears 5075's effects were far stronger than we realized. - Doctor Geoff Simpson Closing Notes: Multiple containment proposals have been suggested to me, all of which I have summarily denied. SCP-5075 is, unless proven otherwise, Neutralized. It's been inactive for twelve years, if it was still a threat, it would've done something by now. - Director Shirley Gillespie ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5075" by VoidLady & snuggly face, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5075. Licensed under CC-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-5076 | keter | by J Dune Item#: 5076 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo An SCP-5076-A instance clinging to a telephone pole located at Site-5076-1. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force USINBL Area-179 R. Joseph Barrow A. Ann Starse L-8 "Ape Mode" Cressona, PA, USA: now designated Site-5076-1. Special Containment Procedures: Law enforcement channels worldwide are to be monitored for clusters of missing persons reports consistent with SCP-5076 activity. Foundation web crawler Beta-12 ("BANANAPEELER") is to monitor the web for any mention of the phrase 'OBOBAN NATION', as well as any related SCP-5076-related keywords. Upon confirmation of an SCP-5076 event, personnel are to be dispatched immediately according to procedure 'WELCOME TO THE JUNGLE', detailed in Document-5076-O. All roads leading to Site-5076-1 have been redirected. A cover story detailing a nuclear meltdown having occurred on 1/18/20 has been disseminated, and all former inhabitants of Site-5076-1 legally declared dead. For a complete operational purview of Veil-keeping regarding Site-5076-1, see Document-5076-V-1. MTF Lambda-8 "Ape Mode" is to be stationed along the perimeter surrounding Site-5076-1. All online activity originating from Site-5076-1 is to be monitored. If Site-5076-1's Veil is at risk due to the online activities of an SCP-5076-A instance, all internet connection to Site-5076-1 is to be cut off for a duration of 5 hours, and the offending SCP-5076-A instance reprimanded. Entrance to Site-5076-1 outside of a Veil-restoring operation or as a member of the 5076 Cultural Exchange Liaison is forbidden without the express permission of Area-179's director, and a unanimous vote by the Ethics Committee. Entities entering or exiting Site-5076-1 without authorization are to be neutralized. Description: SCP-5076 refers to an anomalous event in which the inhabitants of a moderately sized human population center spontaneously disappear, followed by the appearance of sapient members of the Pongo genus. As of ██/██/████, SCP-5076 has only occurred once- in Cressona, Pennsylvania- a northeastern borough formerly holding a human population of around 1500. Cressona has since been designated Site-5076-1. The orangutan specimens inhabiting Site-5076-1- labeled SCP-5076-A, demonstrate intelligence and vocal capabilities comparable to humans as well as a ██-class technological proficiency. Human art, religion, and culture seem to be major topics of interest to SCP-5076-A. Due to the nature of their appearance at Site-5076-1, SCP-5076-A claims regarding the history and culture of their species cannot be verified. Notable claims include: SCP-5076-A vocalize using a 'universal communication field', and are capable of speech with any biological life SCP-5076-A have no connection to non-anomalous members of the Pongo genus existing on earth- referring to them as 'crude effigies' SCP-5076-A are a race of inter-dimensional nomads known as the Obobans SCP-5076-A have existed long before humanity SCP-5076-A have constructed what appears to be a religious shrine at the center of Site-5076-1; a random assortment of machinery- including wires, cables, automobile and computing components- arranged and modified in a way that serves no apparent purpose or function. All SCP-5076-A instances have been observed to gather around this structure at 20:00 daily, appearing to meditate as a group for hours on end. SCP-5076-A have refused to disclose the meaning of this ritual. A number of religious artifacts written in an unknown language have been recovered from Site-5076-1- seemingly having materialized alongside SCP-5076-A- partly validating claims regarding a history. A translation of these texts- made possible through the assistance of orangutan priests- is pending. In order to gain a more holistic understanding of Oboban society and beliefs, the 5076 Cultural Liaison was established. For documentation of information gained through this program, see files under 5076-CL-EP. As this exchange is still underway, 5076-CL-EP files will be updated routinely. Addendum 5076.1: Discovery @ On 1/18/2020, a staggering amount of emergency calls- mostly regarding missing persons from Cressona, Pennsylvania- came to the Foundation's attention. A large-scale amnestics program was enacted, and the perimeter surrounding Site-5076-1 was secured. A misinformation campaign regarding a nuclear meltdown was disseminated into media and law enforcement channels. Hours later, a website operating under the name 'OBOBAN NATION' was discovered, hosted from servers in Cressona. The entire website, sans the title, was written in an unknown text. The page depicted images and videos of SCP-5076-A instances engaging in routine activities at Site-5076-1. Scenes depicted Oboban families caring for their offspring, a recording depicting a ritual revolving around the site's makeshift shrine, and a recorded message from SCP-5076-A-402- the apparent leader of Oboban society, addressing the viewer in what is assumed to be the same language the website was written in. Notably, SCP-5076-A-402 does not resemble an adult orangutan. 'OBOBAN NATION' was put under immediate digital quarantine. Addendum 5076.2: Engagement Log Transcripts Engagement of SCP-5076-A occurred on 5/19/2020. Because of his experience with dangerous anomalies, as well as his [DATA EXPUNGED], Area-179 senior researcher Dr. Edward Dune was chosen to initiate contact with SCP-5076-A. Researcher Angela Starse kept in contact with Dune via radio. A body camera was attached to Dr. Dune's person for documentation purposes. Transcripts of the engagement mission are listed below. ► Access File: Engagement Mission-5076.1-1, Codename: First Contact ▼ Close Log <Begin Recording> Researcher Starse: You on? Dr. Dune: Check. Researcher Starse: Be nice. <A makeshift barricade of automobiles surrounds the immediate perimeter of Site-5076-1. Several SCP-5076-A instances- possessing firearms seized from a local gun shop- stand guard. Dr. Dune stops before the barricade. Foundation defenses- including ground vehicles and multiple MTF teams- are stationed behind Dune.> <Dune performs a variety of nonverbal interspecies contact signals> SCP-5076-A-328: There is no need for gesturing. You are understood. Dr. Dune: <shouting> You can communicate with us? SCP-5076-A-328: The communication field binds us to your language. Dr. Dune: <shouting> Good, good. Monkeys- monkeys from the sky. Obobans, was it? My name is Doctor Edward Dune, and I'm with th- SCP-5076-A-328: The Foundation. We know who you are. Dr. Dune: <shouting> Well, shit- we're off to a great start. You know why we're here, then. SCP-5076-A-328: To catalogue us? To assess our threat level? Doctor, we mean you no harm. Our appearance here will not be permanent. It is best that you leave. Dr. Dune: <shouting> Can't. Sentient monkeys appear out of the sky and now fifteen-hundred people are missing? Oh, ape-man, you don't know the Foundation. Researcher Starse: Sapient. SCP-5076-A-328: You will be of no assistance to us. Guards, hold position. You are denied entrance to Sao'tab. Dr. Dune: Are you serious right now? Do you see what you're up against? Look behind me. You're armed with shotguns and slingshots! <pause> Dr. Dune: <shouting> I'm requesting an audience with your leader. SCP-5076-A-328: There will be no audie- <Dune activates both of the Audio Protection Pods in his ear, and turns to the team operating a AM-SB-1V-3 Hertz-Breaker cannon. Dr. Dune: Fire. Researcher Starse: Edward, don't you dare- <The cannon emits a large burst of sound at a frequency of 200 Hz. SCP-5076-A instances are in clear distress, some falling to the ground.> Dr. Dune: Goddamn, that thing's hot! <shouting> Do I make myself clear? Researcher Starse: That was cruel. <SCP-5076-A-328 struggles to prop itself back up to the barricade> SCP-5076-A-328: Your use of brute force against a defenseless people leaves us no choice. For the protection of Oboban society, your request is granted. We shall escort you, doctor. <SCP-5076-A instances guarding Site-5076-1 leave their posts and approach Dune> Researcher Starse: Edward, that was terrible- Dr. Dune: We don't know what we're dealing with. Researcher Starse: You know damn well they're not a threat! Dr. Dune: Fifteen hundred people died, Ang. They're not a threat? Researcher Starse: This is a first contact engagement mission! Dr. Dune: This is also an DK-Class Reality Invasion scenario, with potential to lead into an SK-Class Dominance Shift. We are doing what we've always done. Researcher Starse: They have no- <SCP-5076-A instances surround Dune> SCP-5076-A-328: Come with us. You will soon understand the plight of the Oboban, as you have before. Dr. Dune: The Foundation appreciates your compliance. <Dune and the SCP-5076-A instances surrounding him walk towards Site-5076-1> <End Recording> ► Access File: Engagement Mission-5076.1-2, Codename: Diplomatic Relations ▼ Close Log <Begin Recording> <Dr. Dune is led through Site-5076-1. Various SCP-5076-A instances can be seen. The party passes the technological construct. Dune asks about the purpose of the structure and receives no answer. The group enters the borough hall. An SCP-5076-A instance slouches at a desk, drinking a can of █████.> SCP-5076-A-328: Your excellency? SCP-5076-A-402: Bab? Oh, great. <SCP-5076-A-328 kneels upon entering SCP-5076-A-402's office> SCP-5076-A-328: Doctor, I advise you do the same. Dr. Dune: Mm, I don't do that. Researcher Starse: Get over yourself! SCP-5076-A-328: This is our leader- Architon Gabo'an XVI, the first of his gene-pod. Dr. Dune: The head monkey, huh? I have- SCP-5076-A-402: We can skip the formalities. Tobe, leave. SCP-5076-A-328: As you wish, sir. <SCP-5076-A-328: leaves the office> SCP-5076-A-402: <laughing> More Foundation? Dr. Dune: Right, that's a good place to start. What do you mean by that? You're aware of us, and- SCP-5076-A-402: We've met your kind before. Well, versions of your kind. Dr. Dune: Other realities? SCP-5076-A-402: Mhm, and you're all useless. Dr. Dune: Interdimensional, I presume? SCP-5076-A-402: You bet. Dr. Dune: Why here? SCP-5076-A-402: Not sure. Didn't pick it. Dr. Dune: You expect me to believe that? SCP-5076-A-402: Our Canvas guides us. Dr. Dune: Where's the people? SCP-5076-A-402: The people? Dr. Dune: Oh, only the fifteen hundred plus people that disappeared when you showed up. Where are they? SCP-5076-A-402: Collateral damage. Not a conscious choice. Dr. Dune: Shitty answer. SCP-5076-A-402: It's the only one you're going to get. <pause> Dr. Dune: What do you want? SCP-5076-A-402: Six months. Dr. Dune: And then? SCP-5076-A-402: We'll be gone. Dr. Dune: Why? Why here? SCP-5076-A-402: We're nomads, doctor. It's how we live. Dr. Dune: No home planet? You just wander aimlessly, taking land that doesn't belong to you? SCP-5076-A-402: Do you know what a nomad is? Dr. Dune: You're quite young. SCP-5076-A-402: And I'm still older than you. Dr. Dune: Yeah, I doubt that. SCP-5076-A-402: We're staying. Dr. Dune: Not my decision. SCP-5076-A-402: The other Foundations let us stay. Dr. Dune: Again, not my decision. <A visibly aged SCP-5076-A instance- wearing a cloth stole- enters the room> SCP-5076-A-299: That's enough. If I may interject, doctor, you may find our case to be more compelling than our young ruler may let on. SCP-5076-A-402: Bo'naub? Don't- SCP-5076-A-299: Diplomacy is not your strong suit, child. Dr. Dune: And you are? SCP-5076-A-299: Bo'naub Oree. High Generator of our sect. Dr. Dune: Religious leader? SCP-5076-A-299: Yes, and one more suited to talk to you on this manner. Dr. Dune: Look, I just need to understand what the hell happened here- SCP-5076-A-299: Unfortunately, the boy is right. Even I cannot explain the specifics behind our means of travel. It is, what you call- Dr. Dune: An anomaly, right. SCP-5076-A-299: I am deeply sorry for the tragedy our appearance here has brought upon you, but we are a hurting people, doctor. We have done a great deal for this universe, and many- Dr. Dune: I don't care. Like I said, it isn't my choice, and I doubt you'll be able to stay. SCP-5076-A-299: We are recovering from war! We carry no weapons of our own, no ill will against your people, and are willing to follow your procedures. Please, do not be like the Foundations before you! The atrocities we have suffered in the past are forgiven! We beg for your permission to exist. <pause> Dr. Dune: I- Researcher Starse: They can stay. Dr. Dune: Ang, we- Researcher Starse: Tell them they can stay. Dr. Dune: Uh, just a second. <Dr. Dune walks outside of the office doors> Dr. Dune: Who the fuck do you think you are? Researcher Starse: Edward, I can't believe I'm hearing this from you. The man who would curse out an O5 if they spilled his coffee is suddenly worried about the chain of command? Dr. Dune: We can't just let them stay! We don't even- Researcher Starse: Why not? Why the hell not, Edward? Dr. Dune: We don't understand them- Researcher Starse: Were you even paying attention in there? I will not allow genocide, doctor. I don't care where on the hierarchy I fall. Tell them that they're safe. Dr. Dune: Ang, I just don't know if I can promise that. God, I don't want to have to tell them that they need to leave, but- Researcher Starse: Cold, not cruel, Edward. Isn't that what you used to tell me? Can't we do something good for once? <pause> Dr. Dune: <exhaling> You're right. Okay. Researcher Starse: Thank you. Dr. Dune: Besides, when was the last time I got reprimanded for anything, eh? <Dune reenters the office> Dr. Dune: We'll help you guys out- SCP-5076-A-299: Thank you! <SCP-5076-A-299 embraces Dune, who stumbles backward> Dr. Dune: Okay, okay! Get off! <Dune pushes SCP-5076-A-299 off> Dr. Dune: Alright, listen. I don't know how, or in what way- but we're not going to chase you guys away. I'll tell you this though, if you're staying- you're going to be seeing quite a bit of us. SCP-5076-A-299: That's understandable, doctor. Our people thank you. SCP-5076-A-402: Hold it right there. SCP-5076-A-299: Gabo'an! SCP-5076-A-402: Quiet. I'm not going to deal with all of <gesturing> this! Dr. Dune: Excuse me? SCP-5076-A-299: Please, doctor- he- SCP-5076-A-402: This whole lock down, containment thing. How do I put it? Uh- we like your stuff. Dr. Dune: What are you talking about? SCP-5076-A-402: If we're staying, we get the internet back. Dr. Dune: You're fucking with me. SCP-5076-A-402: Oh, I'm very serious, doctor. I'm not spending six months doing nothing. Dr. Dune: Now this is beyond my jurisdiction. Angela, you see what happens when you give an inch? Researcher Starse: Uh, it'd certainly be a security issue without precautions- SCP-5076-A-299: Gabo'an, this is ridiculous. SCP-5076-A-402: I'm not just going to sit here! Dr. Dune: Yeah, I'm leaving. You can deal with this one, Ang. <Dune exits the borough hall. Dozens of SCP-5076-A soldiers stand outside the building- pointing their weapons at him> Dr. Dune: Christ. <Dune traces a circle onto his palm, preparing to [DATA EXPUNGED]> Researcher Starse: Edward. Dr. Dune: Fine. <Dune raises both of his hands above his head> <End Recording> ► Access File: Engagement Mission-5076.1-3, Codename: Negotiations ▼ Close Log Preliminary Notes: Per request, Senior Researcher Angelina Starse was tasked with entering Site-5076-1 and negotiating with the SCP-5076-A instances, as well as retrieving Dr. Dune after his moderately hostile encounter with the Oboban leadership. As the threat to Dr. Dune's life was perceived as low, Starse entered Site-5076-1 without any accompaniment. <Begin Recording> Extraneous dialogue removed. Starse makes her way to the borough hall, which is guarded by various SCP-5076-A instances. After conversing with the duo of guards at the door, she makes her way into the main office, where SCP-5076-A-402 sits at his desk, fixated on a hand-held video game device. SCP-5076-A-299 is present. Starse kneels. Researcher Starse: Sir. SCP-5076-A-299: Your formality is appreciated. Researcher Starse: Thank you. Bo'naub, right? SCP-5076-A-299: Yes. Researcher Starse: Okay, my name is Angelina, and I'm with the Foundation. I apologize for the, uh, boldness of my colleague- but we're willing to help your people, as long as you can comply with a few regulations we have in place. SCP-5076-A-402: That's fine and dandy, Ang- as long as those regulations don't cut off our internet access. Researcher Starse: For recreational purposes? SCP-5076-A-402: Yes. Researcher Starse: Bo'naub? SCP-5076-A-299: I cannot go against the wishes of his excellency, as much as I may disagree with them. SCP-5076-A-402: Look, if we're going to stay here, we need something to do. We just want to play a couple games here and there, nothing major. Researcher Starse: Sir, I can't guarantee anything at the moment- but I'm sure we can find a compromise. An isolated network might be a possibility, but as it stands- nothing will get done without compliance on your part as well. Do you see what I'm getting at? SCP-5076-A-402: You want your friend back. Researcher Starse: That would be a start. SCP-5076-A-402: He's in there. <gesturing towards a closet> <Starse appears to hold back laughter> Researcher Starse: May I retrieve him? SCP-5076-A-402: It doesn't matter to me, he's an asshole. Researcher Starse: That may be true. <Starse opens the closet. Dune sits on a box, arms crossed and visibly agitated.> Researcher Starse: Edward. Dr. Dune: Shut up. <Dune leaves the closet. Starse pulls a chair in front of the desk where SCP-5076-A-402 sits. Researcher Starse: We're willing to help your people, your excellency. You have a clear interest in our culture, and we'd be happy to oblige. Of course, we'd have to make things official, but a cultural liaison, internet access, and protection are definitely in the cards. Does that sound about right? SCP-5076-A-299: And what would your Foundation expect from us? Researcher Starse: Only information. We'd like to study your culture, with your assistance, of course. <SCP-5076-A-299 is visibly uncomfortable> Researcher Starse: I would oversee the committee. You would be safe, I can assure that. SCP-5076-A-402: It's fine by me. Bo'naub, you said the other Foundations barely communicated. Dr. Dune: I want nothing to do with this, Ang. SCP-5076-A-299: We accept your concessions. Researcher Starse: Thank you. <Starse discusses the logistics and planning of a cultural liaison, as well as various other topics with the SCP-5076-A leadership. Over the duration of the 3 hour conversation, Dune paces himself throughout the room. For a complete transcript of this recording, as well as any other cultural exchange related documents, see 5076-CL-EP-001.> <End Recording> . . . . . Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SUBJECT To: Researcher Angelina Starse (ten.pcs.hcrsr|esrats.a#ten.pcs.hcrsr|esrats.a) From: Dr. Edward Dune (ten.pcs.hcrsr|enud.e#ten.pcs.hcrsr|enud.e) Subject: SCP-5076 File Draft Peer Review Hey Ang, just read over the file- everything seems to be in order. I corrected a few SPaG errors. Nothing major, really- except, oh- it seems that you've misspelled orangutan in every goddamn instance of the word. 36! 36 fucking times you used the word 'orangutang'. 36 times I had to correct a middle-school level mistake in what's going to be an official Foundation document. What the hell, Ang? Just because you're hanging around a bunch of primates doesn't give you the excuse to start spelling like one. Get your shit together. Anyways, I had another question: why are you writing as if this wasn't just a one-time thing? SCP-5076 should be designated Cressona, not the event of monkeys appearing out of thin air, yeah? It's ultimately your call, but it's something to consider. I doubt Roman's going to approve of those conprocs just because there's a slight chance it'll happen again. Maybe I'm missing something, though. It's late. Get back to me soon. Regards, Dr. Edward T. Dune, Senior Researcher, Area-179 NEW MESSAGE! To: Dr. Edward Dune (ten.pcs.hcrsr|enud.e#ten.pcs.hcrsr|enud.e) From: Researcher Angelina Starse (ten.pcs.hcrsr|esrats.a#ten.pcs.hcrsr|esrats.a) Subject: Re:SCP-5076 File Draft Peer Review Edward, it was a spelling error. This is why you're a frequent topic of discussion for Site Administration. Onto business- yes, you have every right to question my judgement on the SCP-5076 denotation. In fact, I was midway through the first draft when I got news from the Liaison team. Those translations they were working on with Bo'naub are done. He was reluctant to translate this particular book, but felt he was 'doing the right thing'- apparently against the wishes of Gabo'an. I took a look at them, and- well, I think it's best for you to see for yourself. Pet theory: that thing they're building in the center of town? It's not a shrine. It's a communications tower, and every night they're sending a distress signal to whatever is left of their race. I've attached the addendum below. You'll see what I mean. We should be cautious, Edward. I'm not sure what we've gotten ourselves into. Best Wishes, Angelina Starse, Senior Researcher, Area-179 Addendum 5076.3: Recovered and Translated Artifact from Site-5076-1 The following is a translated portion from the SCP-5076-A religious text- On Creation, and its End- supposedly written by a great Oboban prophet-king, foretelling the 'death of life', and the last days of SCP-5076-A society: We, great Progenitors of Life, Universe, sing to us Our Creations bear Creations, Images of us Eons, this will be so I say, this will be so All 13 Houses of Bo-Too'a United, creating, traveling We, nomad Gods of Life Creations, vast and without end Will one day fall In the Millennia of the Damned He will come The Tribes Shall Be Split on the Black Night of His arrival Our Canvas shall cry out and soon be silenced By the Jaws of His Presence We shall run, endlessly throughout our Creation He will pursue We will scatter, to the depths and cracks of Our Canvas Each time, He will find us Brothers and Sisters lost, awaiting contact He has already found them Wherever our House be built He will dismantle it I say to you, listen His coming is swift- His pursuit endless Dread Devourer of Stars, He is inescapable The Prison of Glass cannot stand The Chains of String cannot hold The Blaspheme of Order cannot continue Wherever we roam The Death of Life follows . . . . . ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5076" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-5077 | euclid | An entrance to former Site-61. Several D-Class personnel have confirmed that SCP-5077 is present in the doorway. Item #: SCP-5077 Special Containment Procedures: At least two D-Class personnel are to be stationed within SCP-5077-A at all times in order to affirm that SCP-5077 is not present inside it. If at any point this cannot be affirmed, all information related to SCP-5077 is to be deleted, then all individuals with knowledge of SCP-5077 (including D-class personnel) are to be amnesticized and reassigned to other projects. Description: SCP-5077 is an intangible, cognitohazardous entity believed to be responsible for a number of anomalous events at Site-61 prior to its evacuation on 12/21/2016. SCP-5077 is invisible to all Foundation employees, save for D-Class personnel. Descriptions of its form vary, but most describe it as a hovering loose bundle of multicolored cables and ribbons, approximately half a meter across. Several times throughout 2016, SCP-5077 appeared in common areas in Site-61. Each time, D-Class personnel failed to report it, and so it went unnoticed. It was only discovered after the mass containment breach of Site-61 prompted a complete review of events and a series of intense interrogations of D-Class personnel. Prior to the containment breach and subsequent abandonment of Site-61, SCP-5077 caused multiple anomalous events, including the following: Interruption of a D-Class training seminar with an electromagnetic pulse that disabled necessary electronics Corrosion of pipe infrastructure in D-Class housing cells Alteration and destruction of human testing logs for SCP-████ Poisoning of multiple testing directors Incitement of a D-Class riot Due to the high concentration of D-Class personnel at Site-61, the latter incident resulted in a cascading containment breach of mind-affecting anomalies. This prompted a mass evacuation and abandonment of Site-61. Subsequent MTF operations in early 2017 managed to re-contain or neutralize all known anomalies on-site, with the exception of SCP-5077. Most D-Class personnel not previously evacuated were rescued and amnesticized. Those who were hostile or otherwise unrecoverable were terminated. From 2017 to late 2019, SCP-5077 was spotted at multiple Foundation sites, always in the vicinity of personnel who had previously been assigned to Site-61. While SCP-5077 was present, these personnel experienced negative events such as falls, traffic collisions, accidental poisonings, etc. Though they were rarely fatal, these incidents were hard to prevent due to the difficulty of detecting SCP-5077's presence. SCP-5077 did not manifest near the same individual more than once. Since late 2019, SCP-5077 has only been observed in D-Class lodgings. Due to stricter counterintelligence guidelines imposed on D-Class after the containment breach at Site-61, these incidents are nearly always reported to Foundation personnel. No further anomalous effects have been noted. SCP-5077-A is a cafeteria in former Site-61. Research into SCP-5077's thaumaturgical workings has indicated that SCP-5077-A is likely where SCP-5077 first manifested, and that the anomaly is likely to return there in the near future. SCP-5077-A has been outfitted with ritual-breaking devices that will neutralize the anomaly when it appears. Further research has indicated that more precise details regarding the origin or mechanism of SCP-5077 are highly cognitohazardous, with effects including severe illness and death. As such, upon the neutralization of SCP-5077, there will be no reason to retain this dangerous information, and this entry will be marked for deletion. Open Database Console Close Database Console Does the black moon howl? Only when unseen. Welcome, Administrator. Retrieve log of council meeting regarding Site-61. Keyword "SCP-5077". Retrieved. Log begins: O5-8: So, SCP-5077? O5-11: Yes. A slot formerly belonging to a Safe anomaly, since neutralized. O5-8: This is significant, you know. Site-61's human testing was making significant progress towards improved containment protocols for numerous anomalies. That's not something we can afford to lose. O5-11: It's a loss, but a survivable one. There are far greater trials to come, and controlling the narrative now will save us in the long run. O5-2: And how do we prevent future losses, when we fail to understand the mechanisms of our failures? O5-11: The mechanism of 5077 is irrelevant, as is the source. O5-2: We know the source. How are we meant to avoid another Site-61 if knowledge of the dangers is suppressed? O5-11: From the top down. Already, we're decentralizing the use of D-Class across sites, mitigating the threat of a critical mass ever being reached. Changes to orientation have made D-Class much more likely to inform on each other. Anomalies like 5077 will never have the chance to form again. O5-2: But the underlying actions remain unchanged. O5-11: You want to slow us down now, at such a critical moment in the history of our organization? To give ammunition to the bleeding hearts? A schism like that is exactly what we must avoid. O5-6: The bleeding hearts are secondary. The Ethics Committee is a more pressing concern. O5-11: The Ethics Committee won't touch what they believe to be a cognitohazard. Nor will they stand in the way of its deletion. O5-6: We're playing with fire. O5-11: No. We're extinguishing it. We've argued for long enough. It's time for a vote. YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-01 O5-13 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-11: That's what I thought. End log. Expunge the record. Log deleted. Retrieve file "Dreamwalker". Retrieved. D-Class Status Report. That will be all. 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SCP-5078 | esoteric-class | Any additional comments (image sources, crit credits, whatever) ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION SCIENCE DIVISION The following file contains information related to the Markhaven monitoring project and as such is limited to Foundation personel with Marduke level clearance. -—— Isolate. Stabilize. Communicate. Link To Guide Item#:5078 Clearance Level 2: Clearance Subclass: Alterius Assigned Site Site Director Site-145 Drs. Juliette Lewis and Clark Hamilton 257 Eagleton Street, Markhaven, Indiana. Current residence housing SCP-5078. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5078 is contained In situ within 257 Eagleton Street, Markhaven, Indiana. The property has been purchased through a Foundation front company, and converted into provisional Site-145. A glass panel has been installed into the front wall of SCP-5078 for the purpose of communication with SCP-5078's inhabitants. Following review by the Ethics Committee, interviews and periods of observation are to be conducted with breaks1. The prevalent political and social culture within Markhaven is built upon paranoia, distrust of outsiders and staunch social conservativsm, leading to the requirement for Foundation officials within Markhaven to be given elaborate backstories and aliases. Drs. Juliette Lewis and Hamilton Clark are currently portraying Lucille and Andrew Finch, a 'new-generation' Markhaven family. In case of a cover breach, amnestics have been authorized for administration as a last resort option. Description: SCP-5078 is the designation given for an atomic age fallout shelter and its inhabitants, collectively refered to as SCP-5078-1-2. SCP-5078 is partially subterranean, with the majority of the structure located underneath a suburban house in Markhaven, Indiana. SCP-5078, and by extension its inhabitants, were believed to have been unnoticed by the home's previous occupants, owing to a substantial layer of earth covering the majority of the structure. Soil samples taken from the soil layer show an abnormal amount of radioactive particles present, alongside trace elements of unidentifiable or undiscovered materials. Microbiological analysis of the soil has shown evidence of a substantial amount of colonial organisms, believed to be previously unidentified species of protist. Colonial observation has shown that the organisms, anaerobic2 extremophiles, produce oxygen through the decomposition of molecular and radioactive waste. This oxygen is transferred into SCP-5078 through tiny cavities present within the foundation of the structure. The external structure is built primarily out of a material superficially resembling concrete, albeit containing primarily foreign, unidentified materials. The structural foundation contains numerous cavities and holes, containing colonies of organisms similar to the oxygenating soil-based microbes. Both colonies are believed to either belong to the same species, or are closely related. Currently, the only noticed difference is habitat, with the structural organisms classified as polyextremophile cryptoendoliths3. Internally, SCP-5078 is composed of one large room, crudely cordoned into separate spaces, with a common living space, and bedroom doubling as a kitchen. The interior is lightly furnished, with furniture and decor designed in an aesthetic closely resembling Soviet Minimalism. Of the various material items present within the structure, none are thought to contain anomalous characteristics or origins. SCP-5078 contains two humans, self-identified as Galina4 and Dmitri Artamev, a couple of Russian descent. Both Galina and Dimitri maintain that they have been married for twenty six years, and lived in the Soviet city of Stalingrad.5 Neither resident has clear memories of living in America outside of SCP-5078. Dimitri and Galina Artamev. Photo dated to 1972, received during the last meeting between the two and Dr. Lewis. Unable to identify the entity in the middle of the photograph. Both entities are believed to not require either nutrient or caloric intake, as evidenced by observation in which neither entity ate or drank, no observation of bowel movements or urination, and an apparent lack of any food within the structure. Present hypotheses suggest abnormal metabolic functions, or receipt of sustenance through the microorganic materials and organisms present within SCP-5078's external environment. The current theory put forth by Dmitri Artamev suggests that his lack of sustenance is a side effect related to him and his wife's sudden appearance within SCP-5078. Addendum No. 1 Communication Attempts Communications with SCP-5078-1/2 have been currently unfruitful owing to a language divide between the two groups. A Foundation translater fluent in Russian determined that the language spoken by SCP-5078-1/2 is currently untranslateable into English. Linguistic analysis has shown that the language spoken and written by SCP-5078-1/2 is superficially comparable to Russian, but written in a radically different style of Cyrillic script, and following differing language rules, spelling and pronunciation. Furthermore, both entities appear to speak in a heavy accent, leaving a translation into English near impossible. English is poorly understood by both entities. Dr. Juliette Lewis, head of the Foundation Linguistics Department attempted basic conversation with both SCP-5078 entities. Dr. Lewis was able to give a simple English dictionary to both entities, and later discovered that both SCP-5078-1/2 were able to understand some basic English terms and words through writing, labels and household items found within the structure. Various household items found within SCP-5078 were believed to have been written in Cyrillic text, but later changed to English. The cause is currently unknown but is hypothesized to relate to the transfer of SCP-5078 to current reality. This is further corroborated by viewing several items within SCP-5078; the English writing is choppy and stilted. As an example, the label on a container of laundry soap describes it as, 'Lather Cloth Washing.' For a one month period, starting in December, Dr. Lewis kept a record of written questions and answers put forward and answered by SCP-5078-1/2. Dr. Lewis interviewed both separately, starting with SCP-5078-1. Addendum No. 1-A: Dmitri Interview What is your name? Dimitri. My wife is Galina Artamev. How long have you been together? Many. (SCP-5078-1 holds up its hands, fingers outstretched. SCP-5078-1 then holds up their palm again, and one finger on the right.) How long have you been inside? Many Years. Time is long. Years and days. Why are you here, Dimitri? Here in Markhaven? I do not know of Markhaven, that is were this is?There was a brightness stronger then the Unidentifiable. People (gestures to themselves)… dead. Many room (pointing to walls) like this one. In the cities. Big… (Shaking.) We went here, to be safe, and we (praying gesture) to God, to keep us alive. He gave. Gave everything. What was the day that it had happened? November 4, 1980. I do not like to speak about it. Together, right now, you happy, or sad? Yes. Very happy. (Smiles.) (Belly style laugher) What makes you happy? Galina makes me happy. The newspaper, hearing the radio, old song, singing. She is gone, yes? Have you wanted to ever leave? Of course I do. This is not a life. Happy together, and safe, but this is not life. Better then being burnt. But it is not a happy outcome. I don't want to her to hear that. That I want to leave sometimes. But it is not safe. We do not know of the world outside. How it will treat us. And why is that? I feel trampled. Trapped, trapped, that's it yes. I am not happy, sometime, no. But I do not show it. It would make Galina upset. I feel sometimes… Guilt. That is the word, guilt. Unhappiness about being unhappy. So many did not make it, and here, upset I am- It is a normal thing to feel. It's referred to as Survivor's Guilt. I do not know of such thing. I do not think of myself as a survivor. I am happy with Galina. I am happy we are together. But as a survivor, I do not think of that. To survive, yes, there has to be something left to look forward to, something to return to. There is nothing left. Only us. I will do everything I can for her. And she wants to see me happy, so I will be happy for her. She has nothing, so little left. Dmitri, are you happy? I do not know, sometimes I am, sometimes I am not. It has been so long. I admit, I try to make Galina happy, because I will feel happy myself. Is it working? I do not know. Addendum No. 1-B: Galina Interview You are Galina? Yes. Yes, that is my name. My mother told me it was the same as a flower. She was not right- but I wore it still, on my sleeve. And what did you to do, for work? Factory, for husband. I work fields. It was good life. Very good. Hard, but very good. We trust in the lord, and he brought us good life. And here? Is this a good life? I do not know if this is good life. Being safe, that is good thing. I am so happy to have my husband with me. It would be such lonely time without him. I wish I could break the walls and leave with him. But the world is not safe. Is there any other reason that you stay? For him, of course. Dmitri seems happy, so happy here. I do not want to take that away from him. His happiness is important to me. He left behind everyone. Only us, I think, only us, were spared. I do not know why. God perhaps plays jokes with us. Galina, are you happy? There are days were I am, days were I am not. I would say that it is the same for Dmitri. He has hard days, as have I. What I said about wanting to leave, wanting to flee- it is true. But it is also home. It is confusing. Very confusing. What do you look forward to, Galina? I don't know what will occur after. We will take days at our own time. We will be together, we will be here, as always. Our happiness is from one-another. We will be here, always. Addendum No. 3: Dr. Hamilton's Notes Dr. Hamilton kept a journal detailing his experiences with SCP-5078-1/2 for the duration of his stay within Markhaven, Indiana. Following RAISA requirements, the journal entries have been added to SCP-5078's file for the purpose of record keeping and further investigation. December 9th, 1980. The two of us have been in Markhaven for about a month now. We're still strangers here. I can't wrap my head around everything here, how clean everything is, how it feels like we're in a faux Disneyland Americana. Yeah, that'd be how I'd describe it, like Disneyland. Everything too clean, everyone too happy, smiles on every face regardless of what is going on. After the apocalypse, folks from hundreds of years from now would find their remains, charred yet smiling and grinning. I feel a kinship with Galina and Dimitri. They're strangers in a strange land. They don't understand this world, same as I don't. Jules is teaching them English, and while we still really cannot communicate, I feel myself becoming friends with the both of them, but especially Dmitri. I can barely understand him- regardless of whatever language he's speaking, the accent makes it so hard to understand anything. But that doesn't matter, I don't think. Just being able to be near him. I think it makes him happy, to have a friend here. Juliette hasn't been able to figure out exactly why they're here, let alone here in our basement, but again, I don't mind. I really don't. I haven't had neighbors since I've started working at The Foundation,- and I don't think that they've had neighbors as well. It's a nice feeling, for both of us. December 13th, 1980. Jules made progress today. They're from the Soviet Union. Not… Our Soviet Union, the USSR of our world, but the USSR of their world. I don't think neither of us had any doubts that both Galina and Dimitri had came from somewhere else. You could tell. The bewildered look, the clothing that doesn't look quite right. Not needing to eat. Not understanding this and that. The thing that worries me, though, is what if this escapes? Not them, but the idea that if the knowledge that two Soviet civilians are here, trapped in an American vault in the middle of fucking nowhere? Imagine the anger that would occur- Rockets would fly, as would ours. Maybe that's how they got here. From rockets. They didn't board them, but the rockets and missiles hit their little prison, and pushed it far into us. What if that happens to us? That either of them escape, or if the veil is ripped, and both the UIU and GRU had heard, and then their rockets will fly, and hit us- perhaps both Juliette and I will be trapped in a little room, being watched by strange Russians writing down this and that, every little thing we do. January 1st, 1981. Today is our last day with Dmitri and Galina. A skeleton crew is being transferred in; we have more important things to do within Markhaven, it seems. I will miss both of them terribly. I read Juliette's notes, and the interview logs. Both of them seem to fluctuate between hopefulness and despair. Neither of them are happy for themselves, only for each other, it seems. Better then a lot of people, perhaps. Not everyone can adapt in the same way. At all. Even though, I do not know if I'd consider them to actually adapt. It seems too difficult, and every little thing could go wrong. Maybe they're managing well, and what they've told us is all facade. It could be. We had a meal for them. For the new year. Neither of them could eat or really understand us, but the company was so good for all of us here. The little things. Dmitri gave us a bottle of Vodka, and we gave both of them my old Beatles records. The gift exchange was wonderful. We got closer to them, I think, then all the interviews and communication attempts. They're good people. They're very good people. Good people in a situation that they can't understand, neither can we. When I look outside, and I see the rockets fire, the point is so close to me. That this will be all of us- trapped in itty bitty bunkers, waiting for the world to pass, an endgame. Like Hamm and Clov. There are no winners in the war, just little people trapped like Galina and Dimitri. Footnotes 1. Current consensus among Foundation staff associated with SCP-5078 is that frequent observation and excessive interviews will lead SCP-5078-1 and -2 to be distrustful of the Foundation and will artificially affect their current day-to-day schedule 2. An organism capable of living without oxygen. 3. Organisms that live within rock pores or structural cavities. 4. Neé Tartakovsky. 5. Now referred to as Leningrad. |
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Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawler I/O METATRON is to search for and delete all posts to online forums containing SCP-5079; the webcrawler shall also trace the post’s IP address. If a new IP address is registered then MTF personnel are to be mobilized to investigate and detain any individual who has posted SCP-5079. SCP-5079-1 instances are to be transported to converted medical centers in York, England, overseen by Site-91 personnel. Cover stories concerning the SCP-5079-1 instance are to be prepared in case any family or investigation queries the instance’s whereabouts. Police records concerning SCP-5079-1 instances are to be sanitized and emergency personnel finding an instance of SCP-5079-1 are to be administered Class-A amnestics. Description: SCP-5079 is a self-executing, carnomantic1 ritual targeting a small segment of the population that converts soft tissue of the body to tissue resembling the cellular structure of fungi. Subjects who are afflicted by SCP-5079 (designated as SCP-5079-1 instances) will begin to generate fungal structures attaching the body to the surrounding area shortly after encountering the thaumaturgically charged language of SCP-5079. Generation of fungal structures starts with the conversion of soft tissues in the body but then shifts to cellular duplication. Growth analysis shows rapid generation of fungal tendrils, taking less than twelve hours to firmly attach the subject with furniture and building structures. Tendrils of fungal material also generate inwards, encroaching into the body’s remaining soft tissues. Genetic analysis of the fungal growth continue to show human DNA in all generated biological material. Residual human systems persist, subject to encroachment of fungal materials into the body, allowing for intravenous feeding. SCP-5079-1 instances produce extremely high levels of oxytocin and melatonin when compared to a normally healthy human subject unaffected by SCP-5079. Approximately 35% of SCP-5079-1 instances succumb to the transfiguration of SCP-5079, eventually suffering brain death due to lack of sustenance or hydration. The other 65% of SCP-5079-1 instances maintain normal brainwave activity and have shown expected levels of awareness, subject to physiological changes to sensory organs. However, only one instance of SCP-5079-1 has shown a willingness to speak. Instances of SCP-5079-1 are capable of continued life signs with proper treatment for approximately three to four years. Foundation researchers are developing possible treatments to reverse the process through pharmeceutical, thaumaturgical, and physiolocigal mechanisms. Thaumaturgical methods have thus far been able to slow the process and, in some cases, halt it completely. Treatment Protocols: Instances of SCP-5079-1 are to be put into medically induced comas and intravenously fed. Additionally, instances are to be surgically excised from surrounding areas of their discovery and transported to converted medical facilities for care-giving by Foundation medical services. To date, over one thousand individuals have been designated as SCP-5079-1. Targeted Individuals: SCP-5079 only affects individuals that show a high incidence of correlation to a list of identifying aspects: Between 17 and 35 years old. Highly uncomfortable with in-person social interactions. Almost no social support structures (no friends, family, or coworkers). Either not employed or employed in positions that require little to no interaction with others. Spends significant amounts of their waking hours online (gaming, on forums, fandom writing, or consuming media). Does not endorse any religious or political ideology. Often frequents Reddit communities such as r/socialanxiety and/or r/socialskills. SCP-5079 has no effect on individuals that are inconsistent with the profile as outlined above. Discovery: SCP-5079 was originally brought to Foundation personnel’s attention due to a series of missing person reports resulting in the discovery of SCP-5079-1 instances across continental Europe, the United Kingdom and the United States, beginning in August 2011. All initial instances were traced back to a series of posts by the Reddit user "jakesalone211."2 ► Interview of SCP-5079-1 Instance ◄ ▼ Access Granted ▼ Researcher’s notes: Subject was only partially coherent, as SCP-5079 progression had converted roughly 25% of her body mass, including partial transfiguration of the cranial structure and cervical spine areas. Subject was wheeled into the interview room on a rolling hospital bed, as she was securely affixed to the bedding by fungal material. Date: – 2011-08-14 Interviewee: – Sylvia Ferver Foundation Personnel: – Dr. Wellman Preda, Researcher Preda: Good afternoon, Sylvia. Ferver: Hello, doctor. Preda: How are you this afternoon? Ferver: 'Bout as well as you’d imagine, I figure. Not bad, all considering. Preda: Do you feel up to answering some questions? Ferver: I’m real tired, doctor. But I can try. Preda: It’s appreciated, as the more we know, the better we can go about treating you and the others. Ferver: Well, go on then. Preda: When did you first notice anything strange? Ferver: [coughs] Sorry, sometimes hard to breathe.3 [coughs] I think it was around a week ago, but it’s hard to say for sure. Preda: Can you think of any preceding events? Anything that stands out in your memory around the time you noticed the growths? Ferver begins coughing violently for approximately sixty seconds. Ferver: I really don’t know what could have caused this. I was browsing Reddit like I usually do, and then I felt stiff and it was difficult to shift in my chair. Preda: Can I ask what was your reaction to the growths? Ferver: Honestly? I didn’t notice at first. Preda: You didn’t notice your skin metamorphosing into fungus and attaching your body to the chair? Ferver: I know it’s hard to believe, but I really didn’t. Preda: Could you explain how you failed to notice such a thing? Ferver: Just felt sleepy and comfortable, you know? I don’t think I was really aware of what was happening until the police knocked down my door. Preda: You don’t seem terribly upset by this process. Ferver: Yea, I don’t know. I just don’t feel much anxiety about it. I sleep a lot, and when I’m not sleeping, I listen to audiobooks the guards bring me. Preda: Do you not want to be cured? Ferver: It’s not that I don’t want to be free of this… but I just can’t seem to care much about it. Preda: Have you spoken with any of your fellow victims? I know they have you in shared rooms. Ferver: No. They don’t speak for the most part. But I can feel them. Preda: Feel them? Ferver: Yea, I can vaguely tell what they’re feeling. Sometimes I can even tell what they’re thinking, but only a little. Most of them just don’t seem interested in talking. - END LOG - Investigation into SCP-5079’s Origins: Given the carnomantic nature of SCP-5079, Dr. Preda consulted with Dr. Judith Low, Senior Adviser at the Foundation Department of History. Dr. Low believes that SCP-5079 is derived from a Nälkä ritual referenced to in a passage of the Solomonari Valkzaron4; the purpose of which was to create a joint being out of multiple individuals. Dr. Low further opined that the ritual was not intended to be shared as anonymous information, as typically it would be enacted to join those with intimate connections to one another: i.e. members of a small community. However, Dr. Low believes that if instances of SCP-5079-1 were to be placed close together, they would merge and eventually form an unknown instance.5 Dr. Low believes that keeping the instances physically separate would halt such a merged instance from developing. The Ethics Committee has ruled that experiments with instances of SCP-5079-1 towards testing Dr. Low’s hypothesis are inhumane and are not permitted at this time. All SCP-5079-1 instances are to be kept physically separate and treated in order to preserve life and potentially halt the progression of SCP-5079. Any purposes and features of this hypothetical joint being (merged from individual instances of SCP-5079-1) are unknown at this time. Review of Sylvia Ferver’s online activity revealed a post containing SCP-5079 shared on r/socialanxiety dated 2011-08-06. The IP address of the device used to post SCP-5079 was traced back to a flat in Newcastle, Northern England, owned by Jacob Bell. Survey of Reddit and other online forums found over thirty-five posts containing the thaumaturgically active language of SCP-5079. All posts containing SCP-5079 were traced back to Bell's IP address and were subsequently deleted from their respective servers. ► MTF-Beta-777 Mobilization Log ◄ ▼ Access Granted ▼ Preamble: MTF-Beta-7776 ("Hecate’s Spear") was mobilized on 2011-08-15 from Site-91 to Newcastle in order to investigate the origin point of SCP-5079. Mobilized personnel: Major Julia Weaver (β1), Lieutenant Mark Galbraith (β2), Lieutenant Gabriel Merced (β3) and Captain Maria Waltham (β4)7 07:15 - MTF personnel arrive on site. Local police personnel surrounds the building. 07:18 - MTF personnel close on Bell’s flat door; noting the absence of any thaumaturgical countermeasure. 07:19 - MTF personnel breach. 07:20 - β3 runs from the flat, vomiting in the hall. β1 reports that subject is firmly entrenched into the floor and walls, barely skeletal remains at the center of fungal masses covering roughly 60% of the studio flat.8 β2 reports no life signs on subject, but fungal mass appears to be alive. β4 states the subject looks like living wall art. Fungal masses are saturated with blood. 07:22 - β1 orders β4 to scan the room for thaumaturgical countermeasures. β1 exits flat to check on β3. β2 disconnects the hard drive to Bell’s computer and leaves the flat. 07:23 - β4 scans the area for thaumaturgical residue and chokes back a sob. β1 calls in through the open door. β4 does not respond immediately. 07:24 - β1 looks in from the open doorway and radios for support from command. β4’s lower extremities have been almost entirely wrapped in fungal material connected to the mass growing from Bell’s corpse. β4 attempts to dispel the fungal mass from her lower extremities through thaumaturgy but only succeeds in halting the climb of the mass. 07:25 - β1 and β3 enter the flat and sever the fungal mass from β4’s lower extremities and drag her out of the building. 07:28 - β4 is evacuated from the site by medical chopper and anomalous hazard disposal teams arrive. Samples are taken from the mass and the flat is sterilized with chemical agents and then a controlled burn. Notes: Captain Waltham suffered from numerous shallow cuts and abrasions from the fungal material. After 24 hours observation, she showed no signs of infection, confirming that SCP-5079 is not a pathogen that can be transferred. For several weeks after the incident, Captain Waltham reported being "consumed" by feelings of loneliness and desperately wanting to feel connected to other people. She has been referred to Foundation approved therapy. Bell’s hard drive contained numerous digital documents concerning thaumaturgy, a copy of the Solomonari Valkzaron, and numerous diagrams for carnomantic rituals. Research into Bell’s family has shown no connections to any known Neo- or Proto-Sarkic cults. Also recovered from Bell's flat was several self-help books with a focus on interpersonal communication and creating lasting bonds. The books are worn and have been heavily annotated by one individual's handwriting. ► Recovered Chat Logs from Bell’s Computer ▼ Close file The following are saved logs discovered on Bell’s computer from an IRC channel called adywhatum? featuring occult and thaumaturgical discussions with anonymous usernames. August 2nd, 2011 7:33 PM <Klaviguy> so wait, you want what? 7:34 PM <occurious> i don even kno… just sick of being alone 7:34 PM <Klaviguy> so join a club, dont join a channel of practitioners 7:34 PM <Ruemarcabrechick> Klaviguy Stop being such a dick. Op warning. 7:34 PM occurious wat exactly you interested in 7:35 PM <occurious> uh I just… fuck I don’t know. Something to help with the loneliness 7:35 PM i wanna connect 7:36 PM <thaumaybebabby> magic isn’t something to fuck with 7:36 PM easy answers only get you in trouble 7:37 PM <Klaviguy> thought we weren’t supposed to be dicks 7:37 PM let’s hear them out, right? 7:40 PM <occurious> thanks 7:42 PM <thaumaybebabby> occurious don’t listen to a thing this shyster has to say, neo-sarkics only like using people 7:44 PM <Klaviguy> oh how shocking, religious persecution from a librarian 7:48 PM <thaumaybebabby> fuck you, meat magician 7:53 PM <Ruemarcabrechick> OK ENOUGH. Drop it or you’re both out of here. 7:53 PM <thaumaybebabby> dropping it 7:53 PM <Ruemarcabrechick> and thaumaybebabby no religious persecution ok? Some of my best friends are Sarkics. 7:55 PM <Klaviguy> Then you’d know they don’t like to be called that 7:57 PM <Ruemarcabrechick> I apologize. 7:58 PM <Klaviguy> so, occurious when you say “connect” what do you mean? 7:59 PM <occurious> feel like I belong, not just some lonely idiot staring at his monitor 8:00 PM <Ruemarcabrechick> I think it’s necessary for me to warn you, occurious 8:00 PM you sure you’re aware of who you’re talking to 8:01 PM <occurious> I’m an adult, I can figure it out for myself, thank you 8:01 PM Ruemarcabrechick holds her hands up in mock surrender 8:03 PM <Klaviguy> right, so… I think I have something for you but its not for the masses… occurious pm? 8:04 PM <occurious> sure August 2nd, 2011 8:04 PM <Klaviguy> hey there 8:05 PM <occurious> yo 8:05 PM <Klaviguy> so how familiar are you with thaumaturgical rituals? 8:06 PM <occurious> so so, not an expert 8:07 PM <Klaviguy> you’ll have to get a few things, but I’ll run you through the requirements. Hold on, I’ll send you a list August 4th, 2011 6:20 PM <occurious> you around? 6:21 PM <Klaviguy> yeah… you get em? 6:27 PM <occurious> yes I found the book and the materials 6:28 PM <Klaviguy> nice one 6:29 PM ok, well we’re gonna have to work through it and I can show you how to tailor the ritual to work for specific types of people 6:30 PM <occurious> wym? 6:31 PM <Klaviguy> Like if you want the ritual to work for certain personalities or shared interests, so you can shape the community how you want it 6:32 PM <occurious> ok great 6:33 PM <Klaviguy> right well, before we get into it, you need to know this doesn’t work by yourself. If you want to connect this way, you’ll need other people 6:35 PM <occurious> no friends, that’s the whole point 6:36 PM <Klaviguy> figure it out, genius. Doing it by yourself doesn’t do shit. You need to share the ritual with others 6:37 PM <occurious> ……. ok, I’ll make it work On the initial post on r/socialanxiety there was one comment from a “Klaviguy” stating: “I told him to do it with other people. Idiot.” adywhatum? is no longer being operated. After several months without the appearance of any new SCP-5079-1 instances, the Classification Committee was considering the reclassification to "Neutralized." However, on 2012-01-19, several new posts containing SCP-5079 were spotted by I/O METATRON and were deleted within seconds. The IP addresses of the posters were traced back to six new individual Reddit user accounts. When interviewed, the users universally stated they saw the original posts months before and saved them and then re-uploaded. One of the new posters stated "I liked the look of it, cool occult language. Thought others would get a kick outta it!" All six were administered Class-A amnestics and are under observation for signs of SCP-5079's effects. Footnotes 1. Commonly known as “fleshcrafting,” carnomancy is a thaumaturgical tradition focused on the shaping of the body through anomalous means. 2. Review of this user's history of activity on Reddit reveals dozens of posts discussing the user's anxiety over connecting with others and their failed attempts at doing so. 3. Ms. Ferver had some buildup of fungal growths encroaching on her airways in the throat region. 4. Nälkä holy book concerning the teachings and mythos of Grand Karcist Ion. 5. Based on her translation and analysis of the Solomonari Valkzaron. 6. Experts in thaumaturgical analysis and defusal of thaumaturgical countermeasures. 7. Class-A thaumatologist. 8. Tendrils of bloody fungus firmly attached the cadaver to an office chair, most of the flooring in the flat, and significant portions of the walls. Review of the video shows fungal material slowly crawling up multiple surfaces, and exuding moist spores. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5079" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5079. Licensed under CC-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: Fungus Author: Bernard Spragg License: Released into Public Domain Source Link: Fungus Notes: Edited by me. |
SCP-5080 | safe | Temperature readings of the cosmic background radiation spectrum, one of the components used to detect 5080-ℷ. Item #: SCP-5080 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5080 has already occurred. Research is being performed by the Department of Astronomy and the Department of Esoteric Physics to yield a plausible explanation for the phenomena, operating under direct O5 purview until further notice. Due to the technological requirements for detecting the phenomena, civilian discovery is considered a non-risk. Description: SCP-5080 is a set of far-past cosmic phenomena discovered by Foundation astronomy teams over the course of 2021. Each phenomenon results from events which occurred prior to 10-12 seconds of cosmic time, one picosecond after the Big Bang. Initial observations were conducted using separate experimental techniques and equipment. Until further testing can be performed, it is not yet verified whether the phenomena are truly present or are results owing to unidentified technological errors. Phenomena and associated discoveries are categorized below. 5080-ALEPH: 5080-ℵ is the detected cosmic ontological background. Deriving from methods of enhancing human concept recognition, developed by the Metaphysics Department for the containment of conceptual anomalies, and the Ontological Reference Index, a Foundation database storing information on all known and human-interpretable concepts, the Astronomy Department constructed the MONAD Receiver Array. When neurally linked to a human subject, the Array causes a dramatic increase in the brain's natural ability to recognize ideas associated with its surrounding environment, which can be focused by connecting to cosmological research satellites. Theoretically, this could permit the detection of concepts from the very early universe. The Array was run uninterrupted from March to May of 2021. Results were wholly filtered of neurological noise by AIC units by June. Identified base concepts, along with their associated components, are as follows: Base Concept Associated Concepts Worms Flesh, wriggle, grow Flesh Not flesh Sensation (physical) Mushy Laws of physics Esophagus Gravity Missing Sound Moaning Light Immense Crown N/A Union N/A Elation Instantaneous Shock Instantaneous 5080-BET 5080-ℶ is the cosmic psionic background, as unintentionally detected in a joint procedure by the Astronomy Department and the Psionics Division to measure ambient interstellar Ψ-waves. While a background of faint psionic radiation was anticipated during research, all deployed satellites recorded abnormally intense Ψ-wave bursts with identical characteristics, dating to a cosmic time frame of 10-32—10-12 seconds. The first conversion of the bursts into interpretable data is a transcription of all contained human-comprehensible thoughts (5080-ℶ/1). 5080-ℶ/1 text is below. 13. 12. Un-warm. 11. 10. All skin? 9. Skin. 8. 7. Melting is encouraged. 6. This particle peels around your eye. And now its field congeals around your taste buds. Teeth? Certainly. You can bite the stars with them. 5. I cannot pry through. You can slip through. Don't drink the amniotic fluid; sink in, and you can squirm in. 4. Melt and push through. I did. It's easier to drink the universe when you've slipped into its throat again. 3. 2. 1. Bodies? They are nominal. Tongues? They are nominal. The warmth thudding through each other's cavities? We are nominal. Now enacting Procedure 000/UNIVERSALIS. We should be proud. We are. We always will be. It has always been for the best; it has always been justified. These births pass through our guts. These embryos dissolve in whimpers where they can never reach us anymore. Let us rejoice. Let us secure. Let us— Oh. Oh. Why is there fire. Attempts were made to derive physical sensations from the Ψ-wave data; a memetic glyph (5080-ℶ/2) was created to store the exact qualia, though subjects who observe it only experience a brief, extreme pain response. A second glyph (5080-ℶ/3) was created with the goal of only storing visual data. When observed, subjects claim to see "a missile." 5080-GIMEL In response to the discovery 5080-ℵ and 5080-ℶ, preexisting data on the cosmic background radiation was ran through a series of memetic decoding processes. Presuming theories of mass–energy–information equivalence are correct, then any substantial informational abnormalities could be discerned in the same way the psionic and conceptual abnormalities were. Decoding completed in December of 2021. Information produced was non-hazardous, consisting of a message in base-0 and an image. Translated message text is below: If you are reading this, you are not contained. Enjoy. They can never take this away from you. The image is the logo of the Temporal Anomalies Department. NOTICE FROM THE O5 COUNCIL Personnel assigned to SCP-5080 are to halt all research immediately. Any information on the anomaly accessible to you must be destroyed through any means necessary. Task forces are being deployed to assist you in these efforts. On completion, remain at your position to await amnesticization. This file will be deleted in 3 hours. EMERGENCY ALERT Temporal Anomalies Department personnel are to be terminated on-sight. |
SCP-5082 | keter | ItsDenali SCP-5082: Blackline Author: ItsDenali Thanks to my mystery co-author— YellowCorp for giving me an amazing set of Containment Procedures to work with, and to SharpEmbrace and AnActualCrow for their great critique! Image Licenses You're the best, Licensing Team <3 "Crater Lake winter pano2.jpg" by Wikipedia user WolfmanSF is licensed under CC-BY-SA 3.0 (Unported) "entity.png" was created by my co-author and is released under CC-BY-SA 3.0. Logos of the Departments of Energy and Defense used in BlacklineHeader2.png are Public Domain. "Dan_Brouillette_official_photo.jpg" is in the Public Domain courtesy of the U.S. Department of Energy. "Angel Island Fire" is licensed under CC-BY 2.0. "Crater_Lake_National_Park_map.jpg" is in the Public Domain (as per NPS media policy). "Reykjanes Geothermal Power Plant" is licensed under CC BY 2.0. Any edits made to these images were made by myself, and only as permitted under each image's respective license. More By This Author Item #: SCP-5082 Level 4/5082 Classified Crater Lake and Wizard Island prior to the construction of the Blackline Complex. File Access Specifications As per SCPF-FBI Agreement Lambda-19, this file is to be made freely available to authorized individuals within the United States government in addition to Level 4 Foundation personnel. Questions regarding access to related documents are to be directed to Dan Brouillette1 or Dr. Cade. Special Containment Procedures Secure Perimeter Alpha has been established around the entirety of Crater Lake National Park in order to contain present anomalous phenomena. Seven secondary containment perimeters (designated Bravo through Hotel) have been established around the seven known hotspots of SCP-5082-1 manifestations, are to be outfitted with no less than two Scranton Reality Anchors to lessen instance population growth, and be monitored at all times. Exploration of these spaces is to be conducted via remotely operated drones. SCP-5082-1 manifestations that succeed in breaching containment are to be recaptured and placed under observation if possible; following a two-week observation period the current Project Lead will decide on further actions. If capture is unfeasible, instances are to be terminated. SCP-5082-A is to be kept in an inert state at all times. (See Addendum 5082.5) Description SCP-5082-A and all Hotspots. Hold click to enlarge. ✖ SCP-5082 is a highly complex thaumaturgical ritual that, when properly executed, grants a target human subject (thereafter designated SCP-5082-A) the ability to manipulate aspects of nearby universes, as well as move between them2. This ability primarily manifests as the subject being able to merge and control aspects of local universes with consensus reality, such as moving extrauniversal objects or entities into or out of our Prime dimension. SCP-5082 is extremely complex in nature, and consists of several hundreds of steps, each requiring unique parameters for successful completion. Examples include the subject of ascension needing to be the firstborn child of a widow, the ritualgrounds needing to be constructed in a location of divine turmoil (sic), several ceremonial relic burnings, and even a minor element of human sacrifice. Compounded with the sheer complexity of several steps and level of precision required, the process is considered extremely difficult to properly execute, even given vast resources to do so. Despite this, evidence suggests SCP-5082 has been successfully completed a total of five times throughout human history. Of the SCP-5082-A instances subsequently created, two are unaccounted for, and the whereabouts of three are known. At present, only the Blackline iteration is considered relevant to Foundation operations; "SCP-5082-A" will refer to this instance throughout this document. + Known SCP-5082-A Instances - Collapse Sub-Designation Date Completed Origin Location/Status SCP-5082-A-(Ein) C. 600 BC Babylon Unknown SCP-5082-A-(Zwei) Medieval Era Poland Currently located five hundred universes upwards, engaging in a large-scale war with an unidentified extramultiversal threat. SCP-5082-A-(Drei) Medieval Era Ayyubid Dynasty Unknown SCP-5082-A-(Vier) 1917 Ottoman Empire Subject fought for the Ottoman Empire on the Black Sea front of WW1; later ascended fifteen universes upwards before being terminated by an alternate iteration of the SCP Foundation possessing highly advanced technology. SCP-5082-A (Blackline Iteration) 2004 United States See below. SCP-5082 was successfully completed on 5/30/04 by a clandestine United States research and development operation codenamed "Project Blackline" (See Addendum 5082.1), and stands as one of only five documented cases of a successful SCP-5082 completion in the current reality. Following Incident 5082-Alpha, the Foundation became involved in the Project's affairs and began aiding in the containment of SCP-5082-A. The subject is currently being held on Wizard Island in Crater Lake National Park in a semi-stable state. Project Director Dan Brouillette. ✖ Addendum 5082.1: Project Blackline Project Blackline functioned as a collaborative effort between several United States internal departments, including the Departments of Energy, Defense, and the Unusual Incidents Unit with the end goal of creating SCP-5082-A for utilization in world affairs. The Project was originally commissioned following the events on September 11, 2001 by the then-president George Bush, though wasn't fully approved until 2002. Below is an internal memo proposing Project Blackline to select Department heads and federal funding management personnel. Proposal Title: Project Blackline Proposal Purpose: The utilization of an esoteric ritual for the creation of an ontokinetic entity loyal to the United States and said entity's application abroad in the event of international conflict. Initial Funding Required: $2.5 billion and personnel allocation. Summary: Project Blackline would consist of the preparation and execution of the ritual described in the so-called "Hatra Annals"3 to endow a specially-selected soldier with supernatural abilities and utilize them in the event that international conflict with nations such as Iraq should become necessary. This project would be overseen by Dan Brouillette, Donald Rumsfeld, Ray Orbach, Caesar Treasendt, Chelsea Dreat, and their immediate assistants. The Federal Bureau of Investigations' sub-branch, the Unusual Incidents Unit, and their key personnel would also be involved as well. (Housing, logistics, and other data redacted for brevity.) The Project was approved in March of 2002 and a majority of Crater Lake National Park was closed under pretense of hazardous volcanic activity. A structure dubbed the "Blackline Complex" was gradually erected on Wizard Island to facilitate the proper execution of the ritual. Beginning on 9/23/03, the full execution of SCP-5082 began. Addendum 5082.2: Incident 5082-Alpha At 04:10 on 5/30/04, SCP-5082 was completed. The following is a Unusual Incidents Unit internal transcript of footage of SCP-5082's final stages and completion. The footage begins with a view of the ritual circuit in the center of the Blackline Complex. The circuit is circular, drawn on the floor in what appears to be burning ash; sixteen hooded figures kneel around the edge of the circuit, each holding different relics and chanting indiscernably. The subject of ascension, Benjamin Adams, can be seen sitting shirtless with his eyes closed in the middle of the circuit, his body covered in ritualistic sigils and glyphs. [3:03]: The fire weakens slightly and the hooded figures cease chanting as another figure wearing a white garb enters the chamber and approaches Adams; the flames part as they cross into the circuit. [3:04]: The figure says something to Adams, then brandishes a knife, cuts their palm, and squeezes the blood onto Adams, who bows his head. Everyone remains still as the figure's blood continues to drip. [3:05]: The figure removes his hood, revealing a large glyph seemingly tattooed onto his bald head. He raises his arms and begins to chant quietly. The ring of fire turns golden in color, and the glyphs on the man and Adams begin to glow faintly. [3:07]: The man lowers his hands and gestures to the other hooded figures. The figures lift up their respective relics, kiss them, then place them in the fire. As the objects begin to combust, each begins to burn a different color. The figures rise, bow, and exit the chamber; the bald man begins to sing. [3:11]: Once the song has concluded, the bald man turns and stands at the north edge of circle. Three shirtless men covered with glyphs enter the chamber, placing themselves at the eastern, western, and southern points of the circuit. They look at each other and nod, then proceed to initiate a complex kinetoglyph, the performance of which lasts nearly an hour. During this time, Adams is sitting cross-legged in the center of the circuit, quietly reciting hymns. [4:07]: The kinetoglyph finishes and a pillar of fire roughly two meters tall appears from the ring beside each of the four men. The men pause for a moment before stepping forward and gripping the pillars, which are now tangible. Adams stands, and the men begin pushing the pillars counterclockwise, causing the circuit to seemingly rotate with their movements. Adams grows visibly uncomfortable. As the pillars are pushed further around the circuit Adams begins to grunt in pain, and he slowly rises into the air. His body glows and becomes increasingly translucent; stars and what appears to be a galaxy can be seen through him. [4:09]: The pillars approach the point of a full rotation around the circuit, and the men can be seen shaking violently. Adams is now screaming in pain, his body glowing brighter and being nearly entirely transparent; stars and cosmic formations are now clearly visible through him. [4:10]: With a final shove, the four men push the pillars into place and collapse to the floor. Adams is still, and a glowing heptagram can be seen encircling him . Suddenly he grips his head and begins screaming, his voice now shifting wildly in pitch. The video records six frames of the heptagram rotating and glowing and a black line4 appearing down Adams' center. Suddenly a powerful explosion is triggered, destroying the chamber, all recording cameras, and collapsing a large portion of the Complex. [END OF TRANSCRIPT] Several long-range Kant Counters at the nearby Site-64 detected spacial and gravitational anomalies and dispatched agents to investigate; upon discovering the scene, additional reinforcements were called in. Contact was established with Director Brouillette and the Site-64 agents began to assess the situation, also initiating rescue operations for individuals still trapped in the collapsed portion of the facility. Wizard Island as seen from the shore of Crater Lake shortly after the Incident had begun, with SCP-5082-A in the sky above the island. ✖ It was quickly ascertained that SCP-5082-A was unresponsive and appeared to not have conscious control over its abilities. On-site monitors soon detected the appearance of an increasing number of spacetime perforations in the surrounding area; an order was quickly given to vacate the Park until SCP-5082-A could be stabilized. An emergency airdrop for several sets of SRAs was called in but were not set to arrive before SCP-5082-A was expected to compromise the spacial integrity of the entire state of Oregon and then beyond in an Öß-Class "Multi-Universal Amalgamation" scenario5. At 05:23, Site-64 researchers Victor and Emil Huic rushed towards SCP-5082-A and began to perform PMK-976. This temporarily stabilized SCP-5082-A and interrupted its effect on local reality long enough for the emergency SRAs to arrive and be deployed, after which SCP-5082-A floated back towards the ground, now unconscious and inert. The anomaly was declared provisionally stable and the installation of long-term containment measures began soon after. Incident 5082-Alpha resulted in the formation of seven spacetime perforations, designated Hotspots Bravo through Hotel, that represented spacetime overlapping between our universe and several nearby ones with generally Earth-like characteristics. Their appearances caused additional anomalous entities, collectively designated SCP-5082-1, to begin manifesting within Crater Lake National Park. A larger SCP-5082-1 entity on the edge of Secure Perimeter Echo. ✖ Addendum 5082.3: Hotspot Analysis Following the stabilization of SCP-5082-A an investigation into the spacial disturbances created was begun. In total, seven perforations in universal spacetime were discovered, with each perforation leading to a nearby universe. These hotspots are not directly observable, but the effects of their existence can be seen in areas where baseline reality and these universes overlap, causing entities or objects present in one universe to become merged with our own. The following data has been compiled from various remote explorations into affected zones. Designation Activity Level Contents Notes Hotspot Bravo Very Low Connected universe hosts similar species to baseline humans with the equivalent of 19th century technology. Victorian-esque architecture is now scattered throughout the Hotspot as a result of the spacial merge. The space affected in the connected universe appears to have been evacuated and quarantined; very few SCP-5082-1 instances have been sighted, and no contact has been made. Hotspot Charlie Medium Connected universe appears to be populated by technologically advanced reptilian humanoids with some awareness of anomalous phenomenon. Instances have not attempted communication but appear to be studying Earth from within the perimeter. Hotspot Delta Very High Connected universe lacks sentient entities but possesses a massive population of insect-like organisms. While activity is high, no instances have attempted to breach the Containment Perimeter; biological incompatibility with Earth's atmosphere is suspected. Hotspot Echo Medium Affected area is entirely monochromatic and populated by dark, ethereal humanoids of varying size. Instances are hostile and will attack any organism encountered, appearing to have a preference for targets wearing bright colors. Hotspot Foxtrot Low Connected universe possesses extremely advanced civilization populated by human-like entities. Instances appear disinterested in Earth and have only sparingly appeared near the borders of their Containment Perimeter. Hotspot Golf None Area hosts a vacuum; terrain is barren and sterile. Slightly radioactive. Vacuum does not appear to extend beyond the estimated borders of the anomaly, and protrudes upwards as a roughly 100 meter-tall dome. Hotspot Hotel Low Nature of connected universe is unclear but affected area has manifested massive crystals of unknown composition. Human proximity to crystals causes headaches, nausea, and the release of massive amounts of dopamine into the body. Addendum 5082.4: Deliberations The following is an interview between Dr. Cade and Dan Brouillette that was conducted in the days following the stabilization of SCP-5082-A. Date: 6/2/04 Interviewer: Dr. Cade Interviewee: Dan Brouillette Subject: Understanding of the means and reason behind Project Blackline's execution of SCP-5082. [BEGIN LOG] Interview Video Log Transcript Dr. Cade: Good evening, Mr. Brouillette. Brouillette: Evening, doctor… Cade, was it? Dr. Cade: That is correct. Now, I've got a few questions to ask you concerning the operation your team was conducting here. Brouillette: I can try to answer them, but I can't make any guarantees that you're authorized to even know about most of the stuff our operation consisted of. Dr. Cade: We've already made contact with your superiors, rest assured my team and I are more than authorized to hear what you've got to say. Brouillette: Is that so? (He pauses for a moment then sighs.) Alright, where should I start? Dr. Cade: The beginning, if you would. Brouillette: (Nods.) Well, after September 11th, Bush and almost every Department in the fed were losing their minds, understandably. Al-qaeda this, Iraq that, you get the idea. There was this energy, this panic almost, to do something, anything. Dr. Cade: Must have been a hectic position to be in, I imagine. Brouillette: You have no idea. Anyway, people start bringing their ideas to the table, new weapons systems, intelligence gathering proposals, and in the middle of it all was a team of some eggheads who proposed to use magic of all things to fight in the war we all knew was coming. Dr. Cade: I take it this must have been your first encounter with the anomalous? Brouillette: The very existence of the Unusual Incidents Unit made it somewhat obvious that stuff like this existed, but all I'd heard about them was UFOs, bigfoot, and something about a weird polar bear. Dr. Cade: You're in the Department of Energy though, not the FBI. Brouillette: Word gets around. Once you get far enough up the ladder you start hearing whispers about this (Gestures with air quotes.) "anomalous" stuff taking place here and there. Rituals, symbols, blood; something like what we were employing here, but far more sinister. Peel back just a few layers of smiling politicians, seemingly duteous chairmen, and the anomalous become painfully apparent. Dr. Cade: You don't have to go into detail. Brouillette: No worries, I'm nearly sick thinking about it. But still, tasked with picking which proposal to chose, and we ended up with another ritual, of all things. Dr. Cade: I assume you're familiar with the process then? Brouillette: "Familiar" is a bit of an understatement, but yeah, I can fill your labcoats in on the details after this. Not that you're looking to make your own, I hope. Dr. Cade: (Shakes his head.) No worries. Anyway, I saw in one of the documents your superiors sent to us something about the Hatra Annals. I'm afraid I'm not familiar with such a document. Brouillette: I wouldn't expect you to be. Some eggheads found it deep in some ruins out east, in Iraq, of all places. It's all written in Babylonian, and breaks down every step of how to perform the ritual. How they managed to figure out something so complex with such primitive technology is… worrying, I suppose. Dr. Cade: Set-up must have been interesting. Brouillette: We had to measure out every step months in advance. A single misstep in the process would mean having to start all over again, and as generous as the fed can be with funding for obscure programs, even it has a limit. Dr. Cade: Why Crater Lake though? Surely there are more convenient places to perform the ritual. Brouillette: Convenience was not a luxury we had, doctor. With all those damned rules, specifications dictated our every move. One of the prerequisites was the setting of "a place knowing divine turmoil." How something as bland as a lake in the middle of nowhere fits the bill is beyond me. Dr. Cade: You'd be surprised. Brouillette: Either way, we followed the instructions word for word, phase by phase, meeting every requirement needed, all the way to the end. I just don't understand what happened at the end. I looked back at the footage, and we followed every single step to the letter; the ritual was a perfect as could be. Dr. Cade: About that, I had some of my own people looking through your files, and we believe what happened was not only was the ritual completed sufficiently, it was completed perfectly. Brouillette: Are you saying we did too good? Wouldn't that just make Ben stronger in the end or something? Dr. Cade: The ritual grants the subject the ability to interact with higher and lower dimensions, but that doesn't necessarily mean it gives them the ability to understand them. It is theoretically possible to execute the ritual while making small mistakes; an extra gram of ceremonial ash here or an extra half-litre of human blood there, it hardly makes a difference. Rituals are based on belief rather than science after all. But Project Blackline followed these rules perfectly, something that even the Babylonians that discovered the process may have been able to do. Brouillette: I'm not sure I follow. Dr. Cade: By performing absolutely flawlessly, you granted Adams access to far more dimensions than a human mind should be capable of understanding. From our best estimates, under normal circumstances he would be able to comprehend at most 20 additional universes with this power; you may have accidentally force-fed him 2000 instead. An uncountable number of new places, people, histories, and God knows what else, multiplied by a hundred, and crammed into his hilariously unprepared mind. Brouillette: We… broke him, then. Dr. Cade: …yes. Brouillette: (Sighs deeply and shakes his head.) Well, how do we fix him? Despite everything that's happened my people and I still have a schedule to keep with and results to deliver. Dr. Cade: (Looks incredulously at Brouillette.) I just told you that you created a god with more power than you or I can ever hope to imagine and you still want to strap it to a missile and point it at Iraq? Brouillette: Well, when you put it that way you make it sound like we're the bad guys. Dr. Cade: (Stares at Brouillette for several seconds before shaking his head.) Well, Mr. Brouillette, I'm sorry to break it to you but I do not know how to fix god. Brouillette: (Sighs deeply through gritted teeth and runs his fingers through his hair.) So now what? What am I supposed to tell the higher-ups? Dr. Cade: My people will take care of that. In addition, the case files for this whole debacle will be made available to you and your subordinates in the near future. As for Mr. Adams, we'll do our best to keep him stable. Brouillette: A-alright, doctor. Dr. Cade: Thank you, Mr. Brouillette. I'll be in touch. [END LOG] Addendum 5082.5: Internal Memo SCP-5082-A Stabilization Report A section of the newly-installed technology near SCP-5082-A's chamber. ✖ Report: SCP-5082-A is currently being held in a semi-inert state via a combination of reality-anchoring technology and thaumaturgical channels reverse engineered from SCP-5082. This installation consists the following: Seventeen Scranton Reality Anchors oriented heptadecagonally around the main chamber Thirteen Langr-class Refraction Dishes to divert power flow Two Molten Salt reactors on-site to maintain constant power throughout the Blackline Complex One Slavov-IV Support Array to maintain structural integrity of the building Subject: While physically restrained by the technology in place, SCP-5082-A is still mentally active, and is currently suffering from severe mental trauma due to its exposure to, and inability to understand complex higher realities. SCP-5082-A is thought to be trying and failing to comprehend knowledge of the universes made available to it. Of these universes, only eight (consisting of our own and the seven "Hotspot" universes) are being actively affected by SCP-5082-A's existence. As releasing SCP-5082-A from its confines is not feasible, direct contact with the subject cannot be made; moreover it is unlikely that the subject would be capable of coherently responding given its current mental situation. Consequently there are no means currently possessed by the Foundation through which SCP-5082-A's psychological state can be remedied. Direct influence from a stable -A instance would theoretically help the subject recover, but the creation of another such instance is not being considered in any capacity. It is possible that SCP-5082-A would be able to recover on its own if given enough time, though the time required for complete recovery would theoretically consist of a three billion year-long period of mental re-adaptation to its current situation, and thusly deemed unfeasible. Conclusion: Containment of SCP-5082-A is to be continued as-is until further notice. Addendum 5082.6: Incident 5082-Beta On 12/24/2009, SCP-5082-A breached containment. During standard operations at the Complex, a massive energy surge was detected in the room housing SCP-5082-A's chamber. It was initially believed that technological malfunctions were occurring and the subject was breaching containment, but all technology was confirmed to be intact and functioning normally. At around 10:00 P.M. local time the entire Blackline Complex began to shake, and an entity manifested in the room. Below is a video transcript of what followed. (The camera is recording SCP-5082-A's main chamber, located in the center of the holding room. As the footage begins, the facility is shaking, and several attending personnel can be seen struggling to balance themselves and flee. Suddenly there is a flash of static across the screen and an entity can be seen floating before the containment chamber, its back to the camera. The entity is humanoid in appearance, its form mainly composed of flickering black and white streams of light; a large glowing heptagram encircles it around the waist.) (The entity floats towards SCP-5082-A's chamber, and flicks its hand to the side, ripping open the metal casing and support array with apparent ease. SCP-5082-A can be seen floating in the center of the wreckage; the space around it is highly distorted, seemingly overlain with images of nearby universes, and harsh whispers and static can be heard emanating from it. As the entity floats closer, SCP-5082-A looks up. The entity speaks, its voice a deep, echoing rumble.) Entity: What have they done to you? SCP-5082-A: (Reaches a hand out appears to attempt to speak, but only odd frequencies and bursts of static are emitted.) Entity: I see. (It floats towards SCP-5082-A.) It was too much for you, wasn't it? SCP-5082-A: (Static, a heavily distorted human sob.) Entity: (Grabs SCP-5082-A's hand and embraces it.) It's okay. (The entity and SCP-5082-A's bodies fill with visual noise and begin flickering violently. Loud static, radio waves, and indiscernible human speech can be heard emitting from them, echoing into the rest of the Complex. The pair releases, and the entity holds SCP-5082-A at arms-length, their forms stabilizing.) Entity: You're not alone. SCP-5082-A: (Voice heavily distorted but discernible.) Help. Entity: You've been through a lot. SCP-5082-A: (Distorted.) I can't… don't underst…aaand? Entity: It's going to be alright, you will understand everything soon enough. SCP-5082-A: (Distorted.) What did you do? Where did the noise go? Why can I… I can hear…? Entity: All I did was help bear another's burden. Now reach out. Can you see them? All those worlds? SCP-5082-A: (Distorted.) Too many, buzzing, tangling, mashing, they won't stop! (Clutches its head and exclaims in pain.) (Their forms flicker slightly, and SCP-5082-A calms down.) Entity: Feel them, ordered, sorted. Feel the structure, the energy, yourself among it. SCP-5082-A: (Distorted.) So many, but… (pauses) …order. Entity: Yes, yes, order! Do you feel the layers? The energy? That egregious intrusion so far above? SCP-5082-A: (Less distorted.) Something… a hole? There's so much… malice. Entity: That's it! Now, feel the next layer, and step! SCP-5082-A: (Mildly distorted.) Like… (SCP-5082-A grunts and glows. Both entities suddenly become translucent, and their voices grow quieter.) Entity: Perfect! Again! (The figures slowly grow more and more transparent and their voices quieter as SCP-5082-A appears to be concentrating on something.) SCP-5082-A: (Slightly distorted.) I can almost see it, the tangle, the chaos is sorting out. Entity: You're getting there, but you have a lot to learn. Here. (Both entities forms flicker violently again, then stabilize. The space around SCP-5082-A is no longer distorted and the images have disappeared.) SCP-5082-A: (Undistorted.) I see. I–I think I'm ready. Entity: Good, we're going to need all the help we can get. Now come on, we've got a war to win. (The entity and SCP-5082-A promptly demanifest in a flash of static and light.) [END LOG] Scans of residual energy and multiversal mapping have determined the entity and SCP-5082-A have retracted from baseline reality and are currently ascended upwards through the multiverse. Mapping also revealed the unidentified entity likely originated from approximately 500 universes upwards. While still active, localized Hotspot activity in the Crater Lake area appears to have decreased slightly, though SCP-5082-1 instances still continue to manifest. Further monitoring of SCP-5082-A and the Hotspots is ongoing. Footnotes 1. A high-ranking U.S. government official who has historically held several positions within the Department of Energy, and is currently its Deputy Secretary. 2. The term "nearby universes" refers to universes near our present "level" in the multiverse. Refer to Dr. McMurtery's Our World and Theirs: On The Structure of the Layered Multiverse (2011) for additional information. 3. A set of SCP-5082 instructions discovered in Hatra, Iraq, that were used by the US government to organize Project Blackline 4. Thought to be a rip in spacetime. 5. A K-Class scenario in which the spacial integrity of our universe is compromised to the point where other universes and their aspects begin to mix with our own in a manner considered irreversible. 6. PMK-97 is a highly complex series of kinetoglyphs that halts the flow of time within a variable distance of the performers when completed; the performers are unaffected, and the effect will persist until the performance ends. PMK-97 can only be completed by a pair of individuals with strong personal and emotional attachments to each other (in this case being siblings) and is extremely physically taxing on performers. Researchers Victor and Emil Huic did not survive their performance of PMK-97. |
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WizzBlizz Written by WizzBlizz 2/5083 LEVEL 2/5083 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5083 Keter An instance of SCP-5083-1 being chased by a crowd of people in New York. (2006) Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-17 T. Moose M. Lodge Ο-17 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Satellites are to report any new radio transmissions originating from Eunike 185 to Site-17. If any messages contain coordinates, MTF Omicron-17 ("Bank Busters") is to be dispatched to that location in anticipation of an SCP-5083 event. Any messages received from Eunike 185 are to be classified to the general public. Omicron-17 should keep track of any large crowds in the vicinity but stay at least 30m away at all times before the 5083 event occurs. Personnel are not to attempt to prevent 5083 events by disrupting crowds in the area. Any 5083-1 instances detained by Omicron-17 are to be transported to Site-17 and stored in Low-Danger Humanoid Holding Wing Sub-Section 3. If the number of 5083-1 instances contained at Site-17 reaches or surpasses 15, further instances are to be hydraulically pressed for easier storage. If a 5083-1 instance is eaten, agents are to be dispatched to the consumer's home to seize newly appeared currency. Currently, 10 instances of 5083-1 are contained at Site-17, and 5 at Site-228. 8 of the instances are missing at least one body part. Description: SCP-5083 is an event that occurs 1-4 times a year in the vicinity of a group of at least 10 people. First, an instance of SCP-5083-1 will materialize next to the crowd and begin running in the opposite direction. All members of the aforementioned crowd will then gain a strong desire to consume 5083-1, and begin to chase after it. After the event, all of the affected people will become amnesic, forgetting the events since 5083-1's manifestation, and losing their desire to consume 5083-1. SCP-5083-1 is a humanoid entity composed entirely of solid gold. Despite this, they are able to animate their limbs in the same fashion as humans and have been observed to run up to speeds of 35km/h. While 5083-1's body is as durable as gold in almost all situations, its body will become soft and malleable upon any attempt to consume it. To date, no negative effects have been recorded as a result of digesting 5083-1 material. If the 5083-1 is eaten, the consumer will receive a pile of their local currency inside their home (if one of their doors or windows are unlocked) or on the roof of their home (if all entrances are locked) 10-12 hours after consumption. The currency will be worth as much as the gold making up the 5083-1's body. If the mass of the 5083-1 is consumed by multiple people then they will each receive currency proportional to the amount of 5083-1 they consumed. Unless they have undergone at least Level 3 memetic agent resistance training, any further people that see 5083-1 after initial manifestation will gain the same desires to consume them. When 5083-1 stays at least 30m away, and out of sight from, all affected individuals for at least 150 seconds, the event ends and 5083-1 is classified as 'escaped'. The Foundation is currently aware of at least 22 escaped 5083-1 instances. What happens to a 5083-1 when it 'escapes' is unknown. 48 hours before each SCP-5083 event, a radio transmission will be sent from the asteroid, Eunike 185, located in the asteroid belt, with the coordinates of the event. An example of one such transmission from 2012/04/10 is as follows: ROUND 36: 11°41′13″N 106°35′47″E Interviews with SCP-5083-1 instances have failed to uncover any useful information about their existence. Addendum 1: Notable Incident Reports ● Incident 1 ● ○ Incident 1 ○ Incident 1: Discovery 2002/03/11 Knowledge of SCP-5083's existence was first discovered on 2002/03/11 in Manchester, United Kingdom. The Incident began when SCP-5083-1 materialized nearby a large crowd in Buile Hill Park at around 7:00 AM. Two police officers nearby heard the commotion caused by the crowd and moved in to investigate. The following is a transcript of Officer Joo-won Seo's bodycam footage and audio. [Begin Log, 7:03] Ethan Payne: Do you hear that? Joo-won Seo: Hear what? From the center of the park, multiple people yelling can faintly be heard. Ethan: We should… probably check that out. Joo-won: (Speaking into his radio) We're hearing what sounds like some sort of violent commotion coming from Buile Hill Park. Heading in now. Joo-wen and Ethan run into the park towards the source of the commotion, passing several confused bystanders. The sound of multiple people yelling unintelligible phrases gets progressively louder as they get nearer to the source. Joo-won: Over there! Ethan: What in the bloody-? About a dozen people, all appearing to be over the age of 60, are gathered around a large tree, throwing coins and rocks into the branches while yelling various insults. Howard Lawson:.All civillians were later identified using facial recognition algorithms. (While beating the tree trunk with a cane) Get down from there you- (cough) tasty bastard! Beatrice Corbyn: (While hurling coins into the branches) You can't stay up there forever! Only the Queen is immortal! An instance of SCP-5083-1 is in the tree, concealed by the branches. Patrick Holden: God I want that hunk of metal… SCP-5083-1: Help! Somebody help me! Joo-won: Holy shit there's someone up there! Ethan: I- you radio for backup! I'll go and deal with this! Ethan runs towards the tree and the crowd Joo-won: (Speaking into his radio) We need more officers down here at, uh, Buile Hill Park, straight in the middle. Right now. (pauses) There's a… large of group of- elderly people- around a tree, and it looks like there's someone… Ethan: (Speaking to the crowd) Everyone, get away from that tree! Most of the crowd ignore Ethan and continue to fixate on the tree. Joo-won: (Speaking into his radio) …stuck in a tree… Margaret Hoyles: (While raising her handbag threateningly towards Ethan) Back off, plonker! This one's ours! Howard Lawson: Yeah! Good luck getting past us! Ethan: I said get away from that tree! Joo-won: (Speaking into his radio) …No, no, there's quite a lot of them… Ethan tries to get closer to the tree but is blocked by three members of the crowd. Ethan: This is your last damn warning before I start making arrests! At this moment, an old man, identified as Steven Hitchcock, walks into the vicinity carrying a chainsaw. As he comes into view the crowd cheers and begins chanting "eat him up!". Joo-won: (Speaking into his radio) and one of them just- Oh my god! SCP-5083-1: Help, please! I don't want to die! Ethan steps in front of Steven and draws his taser. Ethan: (Shouting) PUT DOWN THE CHAINSAW! Steven stops for a moment, scowling at Ethan, before switching on his chainsaw and continuing to walk towards Ethan with a grin. Howard Lawson begins running from the crowd, towards Ethan and Steven. Joo-won: Ethan, wait-! Ethan fires his taser at Steven, but as he does, Howard dives in front of him. The two barbed darts impale themselves in Howard's sides. He collapses to the ground, writhing and screaming as he is electrocuted. Ethan: FUCK! Joo-won makes visual contact with SCP-5083-1. Joo-won: Man, why am I… so hungry… Steven kicks Ethan in the stomach sending him tumbling to the floor. The crowd cheers as Steven continues toward the tree. By this time, more police had arrived outside of the park, and the Foundation had become aware of the event through Police radio transmissions, and had dispatched MTF Nu-12 to deal with the situation. While Margaret Hoyles beats the incapacitated Ethan with her handbag, Steven begins sawing into the base of the tree trunk. Stuart Leonard: Get into my stomach! Steven: Timbeeeeer! As the tree begins to topple over, and the crowd rushes to capture SCP-5083-1, it leaps up from the treetop multiple meters into the sky. Its golden, shiny body reflects the sunlight, creating a bright flash and momentarily blinding some members of the crowd. When it lands on the ground, it immediately begins running away. After a second, the members of the crowd recover and chase after it. When SCP-5083-1 exited the tree, the multitude of people watching the commotion saw SCP-5083-1 and became affected by 5083-1's compulsion. Backup police arriving on the scene also became affected and began chasing SCP-5083-1 into Manor Rd. Around this time, MTF Nu-12 ("Trashdogs") arrived on the scene and attempted to capture the anomaly while Extraction Team N-12K waited on standby. (Nu-12 were unaffected by SCP-5083-1 due to prior memetic agent resistance training.) The following a transcript of Nu-12's audio and video log. Note: All members of Nu-12 were riding on motorbikes. [Begin Log, 7:37] Nu-12-1: Anomaly spotted up ahead. SCP-5083-1 is being chased by a crowd of about one hundred people who are swamping Claremont Rd. Nu-12-4 How are we getting past the crowd? Nu-12-1: We'll go around it. Follow me. Nu-12 speed up and turn right onto Penelope Rd, then left onto Summer Rd and left again back onto Claremont Rd, in front of the crowd. Nu-12-3: The fuck do we do now? Nu-12-1: We grab the anomaly and run. As SCP-5083-1 and the crowd get closer to Nu-12, Nu-12-2 fires his Bolas gun twice at SCP-5083-1. The weights wrap around SCP-5083-1, tying its legs to each other, and its arms to its body. Nu-12-1 catches SCP-5083-1 as it falls over and straps it to the back of her vehicle, as well as concealing it with a black cloth. Nu-12-1: GO! GO! GO! As Nu-12 drives away, the crowd attempts to throw various projectiles at them, such as water bottles and phones. Nu-12 rides away from the crowd for two minutes. Nu-12-3: I think we lost 'em. No way they'll catch up to us. SCP-5083-1: Who the hell are you guys? Nu-12-1: Command, requesting extraction team now. Command: Affirmative. Extraction team Nu-12K begins to fly into Nu-12's area, manifesting in their audio as helicopter blades slowly getting louder. Nu-12-1: Hold on. I think we have a problem… At the end of the street, a police van is driving towards Nu-12 above the speed limit. Nu-12-1: Move! At this point MTF Alpha-45 "Janitors" is dispatched in anticipation of necessary post-mission cleanup. Nu-12 begins driving down Lancaster Rd onto E Lancashire Rd (A highway). The police van continues to pursue them. Nu-12-1: Command, we'll have to delay that extraction! SCP-5083-1: Uh, hellooo?! You guys wanna tell me who you are? Nu-12-1: Let's shake 'em! Nu-12 enters the traffic of Bolton Rd swerving around multiple vehicles. The police van follows, lurching to the side to swerve around a black car. Ahead, two trucks are driving side by side. Nu-12-2: Think it's time we got outta here. Nu-12 -1 through -4 move into a line formation and speed up towards the trucks. SCP-5083-1: What the fuck is happening? While they are still driving side-by-side, the four MTF members ride in through the narrow gap between the two trucks. Nu-12-4: Hell yeah! SCP-5083-1: Can you at least explain why those old men were trying to grab me? Nu-12-1: Command, prepare for extraction. Exiting the highway at- There is a large explosion behind them as the police van smashes through the back of the two trucks, sending them both careening to the side. Its front appears severely damaged. At this point Foundation Drones begin scrambling all local police communications to prevent further police force from arriving. Nu-12-1: Scratch that, Command. Nu-12 continues to speed down E Lancashire Rd with the police van in pursuit, both swerving around vehicle after vehicle. The police van occasionally crashes through another vehicle to keep going. Out of the right side window of the police van, a man emerges holding a pistol. He fires at Nu-12-4, hitting the side mirror of the motorbike, shattering it. Nu-12-4: I just got fired at! Nu-12-1: Copy! Another man emerges from the opposite side of the police van, also carrying a pistol. As Nu-12-2 swerves around a blue car, one of the armed men fires at Nu-12-2, hitting and shattering the blue car's back screen. Nu-12-2: Crap! We need to lose these guys fast! Multiple bullets continue to fly past the members of Nu-12, occasionally colliding with nearby civilian vehicles. Nu-12-1: Okay, we'll turn right here onto- A bullet collides with Nu-12-1's back wheel, bursting it and sending her and SCP-5083-1 tumbling sideways. SCP-5083-1 screams. Nu-12-1 is unconscious. Nu-12-3: Nu-1, what happened? Wait- Everyone turn around now! Nu-12 -2, -3, and -4 realize what has happened and turn around to aid Nu-12-1, but the van has already stopped beside the vehicle. Three men exit the side vehicle, grab SCP-5083-1 and haul it into the van. As the police van turns around, Nu-12 -2, -3, and -4 swerve around Nu-12-1 and give chase. Suddenly the van begins lurching around sporadically, and SCP-5083-1 can be heard screaming inside. The van collides with multiple vehicles before coming to a full stop. Nu-12 surround the van and enter it to find six half-conscious police officers, all amnesic, and SCP-5083-1 missing. Directly after the events of Incident 1, MTF Alpha-45 arrived to perform post-mission cleanup. Amnestics were given to direct witnesses and the cover story Aleph-12 "Police chase" was disseminated to the press. Following this Incident, MTF Omicron-17 was permanently assigned to the containment of SCP-5083. ○ Incident 1 ○ ● Incident 4 ● ○ Incident 4 ○ Incident 4: First Containment 2004/11/10 On 2004/11/08, the following radio transmission was received from Eunike 185: ROUND 23: 33°21'16.8"S 115°39'42.0"E MTF Omicron-17 was deployed to Jurian Bay Cemetary under the guise of cemetery workers and civilians. SCP-5083-1 materialized in the cemetery on 2004/11/10. The following is a transcript of an excerpt from MTF Omicron-17's video and audio log. Tyson Carter: (Deep breath) It's difficult to express how much Blake meant to me. Tyson: I've known him since I was 16. We've both changed a lot since then, but what never changed was Blake's powerful commitment to friendship. Tyson: Every day at school Blake was there to greet me, and every weekend Blake was there to talk to me and… Tyson: I'm not sure I'll ever have another friend like that. Tyson begins tearing up. Tyson: Without Blake I really wouldn't be who I am today. So much of what I love was given to me by him. Tyson: My love of fishing, my guitar and, of course, my favorite dish: SCP-5083-1 materializes in the crowd of funeral attendees watching the eulogy. Tyson: Raw gold. Whenever I eat it, I think of Blake, and… I'm hungry for it now. I'm hungry for raw, uncooked gold. SCP-5083-1: Where the fuck am I? Tyson: Come here won't you, yellow man? SCP-5083-1: What? The crowd gets up from their seats and begin running towards 5083-1, knocking over chairs and each other. Members of MTF Omicron-17 enter the area from all sides, converging on the gold man. SCP-5083-1: Oh crap! 5083-1 runs forwards towards Tyson, punches him in the face, and continues past until he reaches the coffin of Blake Mckenzie. He opens the lids, leaps inside, and closes it behind him. O-17-4 tries to pry the lid to the coffin open but 5083-1 keeps it close. O-17-1: Just take the damn coffin! O-17 draws their batons and begin to fight off the crowd of funeral-goers while O-17-2 -4 -6 and -7 pick up the coffin and run towards the van. An unidentified large man breaks past the wall of O-17 and dives at the operatives carrying the coffin. The coffin is knocked to the group, sending both 5083-1 and the corpse of Blake Mckenzie spilling out. SCP-5083-1: Fuck! Why was there a dead person in there?! O-17-6 tackles 5083-1 from behind while O-17-2 keeps the large man incapacitated. SCP-5083-1: Let go of me! O-17-6 throws 5083-1 into the back of the O-17 transport van. O-17-1: GO! SCP-5083-1: Help! O-17 scrambles into the van and quickly drives away from the cemetery. MTF Pi-2 "Cardboard Box" arrived two minutes later for post-mission cleanup. ○ Incident 4 ○ ● Incident 22 ● ○ Incident 22 ○ THIS FILE IS CLASSIFIED LEVEL 5 ONLY _ ▷ ENTER AUTHORIZATION CODE ◁▼ ACCESS GRANTED ▼ [MEMETIC KILL AGENT NEUTRALIZED] Incident 22: Site-01 2015/07/14 On 2015/07/12, a radio transmission was received from Eunike 185: ROUND 41: ??°??′??″N ???°??′??″E Believed to be some kind of malfunction, the transmission was ignored. On 2015/07/14, an instance of SCP-5083-1 materialized in the Overwatch Command conference chamber, Site-01, during an O5 meeting. The following is an excerpt from the transcript of O5 Session-2317-115 and contains excerpts of various Site-01 recording equipment and command systems. If you are reading this and do not have level 5 clearance, avert your eyes from the terminal and wait for assistance. O5-4: This is the fourth fracture this month. This has severely reduced our estimated time to complete Operation Lifeboat. As of now, we have about a month and a half, maybe less. As discussed in our previous session on this topic, anything short of full extradimensional evacuation will be insufficient. O5-2: Operation Lifeboat currently has the capacity to evacuate about 10 percent of Earth's population. Silence for six seconds. O5-11: Is that it? After ten fucking years that's all we can do?! O5-4: Eleven, this behavior is not appropriate for an Overseer. O5-11: (pauses) …Apologies. O5-2: With massive budget transfer we can increase the capacity to about fifteen percent, but models predict this will result in at least ten major breaches over the coming month. O5-1: All in favor of directing funds from the Department of External Affairs, Department of Personnel Integrity, Internal Security Department, Department of Parabiology, Department of Psychodentistry, Department of Fundamental Theories, Department of Sciences, Department of Analytics, Surrealistics Department, and sixteen other Departments to Operation Lifeboat as outlined in budget proposal 2317-114? As the proposer of said budget change, I will be abstaining. O5-2: Aye. O5-3: Aye. O5-4: Aye. O5-5: Nay. O5-6: Aye. O5-7: Aye… SCP-5083-1 materializes in the center of the conference table while O5-7 speaks. O5-7: …Want to eat the gold man. SCP-5083-1: Hey I- think I'm alive? Oh hey! Were you guys also just born- O5-6, O5-2, O5-10, and O5-4 immediately clamber onto the conference table towards the 5083-1. As they do, defense drones equipped in the room attempt firing at the 5083-1; their bullets create metallic clangs as they ricochet off its body. The 5083-1 attempts to run towards the door but is dropkicked by O5-10. O5-12: (Speaking to security through comms) Class Z visual in… O5-12: (Speaking to security through comms) False alarm. There is an intruder. All security personnel are now tasked with finding and apprehending the gold man. The rest of the Overseers climb onto the conference table, engaging in physical combat with each other for control of the 5083-1. Defense drones continue to search for weak spots in the 5083-1, firing at various joints and bodyparts. Occasionally a bullet ricochets off the 5083-1 into an O5, creating a loud screech and blinding flash of light as their protective ward absorbs the bullet's energy. 27 seconds after 5083-1's materialization, seven members of MTF Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"), armed with memetic inoculation equipment, enter the room. SCP-5083-1: (While pinned beneath O5-11) Get me out of here! O5-1: (To MTF Alpha-1) I demand that you leave this room at once! You have no authorization to be- O5-1 is grabbed by Alpha-1-4 and thrown off of the conference table. While MTF Alpha-1 fight their way through the crowd, O5-4 bites into 5083-1's shoulder, amputating its right arm. The right arm is lost beneath the crowd, and 5083-1 screams as its torso, legs, heads, and left arm are consumed by the overseers. While Alpha-1 fights the rest of the overseers, O5-4, O5-13, and O5-8 fistfight over the remaining right arm. O5-4 overpowers the others, takes the arm, and places it into his Overseerial Pocket Dimension. O5-4 leaps off the table. Alpha-1-5 is guarding the north door. O5-4 runs towards Alpha-1-5, twists his face into a cognitohazardous facial expression, and continues running into corridor 81-B past the incapacitated Alpha-1-5. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-4 has locked down Conference Room Alpha. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-7 has unlocked Conference Room Alpha. Alpha-1 manages to restrain O5 1, 2, 5, 8, 9, 11, and 13, however, O5 3, 5, 6, 7, 10, and 12 manage to exit Conference Room Alpha into Corridor 81-B in pursuit of O5-4. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-6 has unlocked infantry 81-A O5 3, 5, 6, 7, 10, and 12 each remove various weapons from infantry 81-A such as switchback energy grenades, thaumatological rifles, occult pistols, and reverse matter railguns. By this time, the rest of Alpha-1 have equipped themselves with memetic inoculation equipment and are pursuing the Overseers. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-10 has activated spatial replacement transporter 812-9: [812-9 ⠀to 844-0] O5-3, 5, 6, 7, 10, 12 exit spatial replacement transporter 844-0 into corridor 123-G. They begin firing various projectiles at O5-4 who is at the end of the hallway. There are various flashes of light and high pitch screeches as O5-4's protective ward violently absorbs the energies, and he is thrown to the floor. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-4 has set Wing H spatial reality mode to: [Spiral] As corridor 123-G begins twisting itself into a spiral shape, the pursuing Overseers lose their lines of sight on O5-4, giving him the opportunity to get up and continue running through the now spiraling corridor. The arms of the Overseers begin twisting into spirals. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-6 has set Wing H spatial reality mode to: [Null] When the walls of the corridor begin collapsing into void, various gaps in the spiral corridor give the pursuing Overseers lines of sight once again on O5-4. Just as O5-6 is about to fire a ballistic time-wall missile at O5-4, twelve members of Alpha-1 uncloak around the Overseers, surrounding them. O5-6 fires the missile just as they do which collides with Alpha-1-28, trapping most of the Alpha-1 members as well O5-3, 5, 6, 7, and 12 in a timeless zone. O5-4 sees this and removes the arm of 5083-1 from his Overseerial Pocket Dimension for consumption. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-10 has erased [0hr 7m 0s] from Site-01. O5-4 leaps off the table. Alpha-1-5 is guarding the north door. O5-4 runs towards Alpha-1-5, twists his face into a cognitohazardous facial expression, and continues running into corridor 81-B past the incapacitated Alpha-1-5. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-4 has locked down Conference Room Alpha. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-7 has unlocked Conference Room Alpha. Alpha-1 manages to restrain O5 1, 2, 5, 8, 9, 11, and 13, however, O5 3, 5, 6, 7, 10, and 12 manage to exit Conference Room Alpha into Corridor 81-B in pursuit of O5-4. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-6 has unlocked infantry 81-A O5 3, 5, 6, 7, 10, and 12 each remove various weapons from infantry 81-A such as zoological grenades, thaumatological pistols, occult rifles, and imaginary handguns. By this time, the rest of Alpha-1 have equipped themselves with memetic inoculation equipment and are pursuing the Overseers. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-10 has activated spatial replacement transporter 812-9: [812-9 ⠀to 844-0] O5 3, 5, 6, 7, 10, 12 exit spatial replacement transporter 844-0 into corridor 123-G. They begin firing various projectiles at O5-4 who is at the end of the hallway. There are various flashes of light and high pitch screeches as O5-4's protective ward violently absorbs the energies, and he is thrown to the roof. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-4 has set Wing H spatial reality mode to: [Klein Bottle] As corridor 123-G begins twisting itself into a klein bottle shape, the pursuing Overseers lose their lines of sight on O5-4, giving him the opportunity to get up and continue running through the now klein bottling corridor. The arms of the Overseers begin twisting into themselves. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-6 has set Wing H spatial reality mode to: [Null] When the surface of the corridor begin collapsing into void, various gaps give the pursuing Overseers lines of sight once again on O5-4. Just as O5-6 is about to fire a ballistic time-wall missile at O5-4, twelve members of Alpha-1 uncloak around the Overseers, surrounding them. O5-6 fires the missile just as they do which collides with Alpha-1-28, trapping most of the Alpha-1 members as well O5-3, 5, 6, 7, and 12 in a time-empty zone. O5-4 sees this and removes the arm of 5083-1 from his Overseerial Pocket Dimension for consumption. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-10 has erased [0hr 7m 0s] from Site-01. O5-4 leaps off the table. Alpha-1-5 is guarding the north door. O5-4 runs towards Alpha-1-5, twists his face into a cognitohazardous facial expression, and continues running into corridor 81-B past the incapacitated Alpha-1-5. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-4 has locked down Conference Room Alpha. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-7 has unlocked Conference Room Alpha. Alpha-1 manages to restrain O5 1, 2, 5, 8, 9, 11, and 13, however, O5 3, 5, 6, 7, 10, and 12 manage to exit Conference Room Alpha into Corridor 81-B in pursuit of O5-4. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-6 has unlocked infantry 81-A O5 3, 5, 6, 7, 10, and 12 each remove various weapons from infantry 81-A such as chickens, bees, cows, and donkeys. By this time, the rest of Alpha-1 have equipped themselves with memetic inoculation equipment and are pursuing the Overseers. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-10 has activated spatial replacement transporter 812-9: [812-9 ⠀to 844-0] O5 3, 5, 6, 7, 10, 12 exit spatial replacement transporter 844-0 into corridor 123-G. They begin firing various projectiles at O5-4 who is at the end of the hallway. There are various flashes of light and high pitch screeches as O5-4's protective ward violently absorbs the energies, and he is thrown to the inside. ⠀Site-01 Network: O5-4 has set Wing H spatial reality mode to: [Inside Out] Members of MTF Beta-0 ("Time Time Wranglers") materialize behind each Overseer and constrain them. Note: The remaining arm of SCP-5083-1 was transported to Site-17 post-incident. ○ Incident 22 ○ Addendum 2: On 2020/09/19, a small envelope appeared on the floor of corridor 12, Low-Danger Humanoid Holding Wing Sub-Section 3, Site-17, next to the SCP-5083-1 containment cells. The envelope contained a letter: ● Show File ● ○ Hide File ○ For all the members of Foundation, Thank you guys very much for being a part of this game for so long! I really can't believe that. When I first started this game thirty years ago I thought no one would want to play with me. I thought it would be just me and the gold mans all day long. But year after year you guys prove me wrong! Not only you guys come back to play but you teach me so much! The fact you were able to catch 15 (😲) gold mans without eating them shows to me that playing and having fun is the most important part of the game and not the reward! That's why today I have decided to officially start Gold Man season 2; This time with double the gold man, and double the fun! Can't wait to see you there! Dexter 🙂 ○ Hide File ○ An investigation into PoI-933 "Dexter" is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5083" by WizzBlizz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5083. Licensed under CC-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: Gold2 Name: Gold texture Author: árticotropical License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/643a8a36-54cf-480a-be4f-1dc38b714bbe Additional Notes: The rest of the image was made by me. Filename: run Name: Anarchist demonstration in Stockholm om May 1 2007 doing the traditional final rush. Author: Liftarn License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Category:Running_crowds#/media/File:1maj2007.jpg Additional Notes: The added gold man was made by my friend. Filename: love Author: WizzBlizz License: CC BY-SA 3.0 |
SCP-5084 | safe | SCP-5084 instances. Item #: SCP-5084 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5084 is to be contained within a standard safe storage locker held at Site-19. All Foundation personnel with level 2 clearance or higher are permitted testing of SCP-5084 at the discretion of the site director. Description: SCP-5084 is the collective sum of 40 cherry tomatoes (Lycopersicon lycopersicum var. cerasiforme) invulnerable to decomposition. SCP-5084's anomalous capabilities manifest when an individual is made aware of the presence of SCP-5084 in their immediate vicinity. The individual will firmly believe that all instances of SCP-5084 are sentient. Individuals have experienced auditory hallucinations in which they report hearing SCP-5084 produce human-like vocalizations. Individuals describe SCP-5084 instances as "scared, nervous, and untrusting" due to their vocalizations being described as childlike. SCP-5084's anomalous properties do not manifest when exposed to Foundation personnel.1 Discovery: SCP-5084 was discovered in a hotel located in Las Vegas, Nevada. SCP-5084 was housed in a terrarium residing in the entrance of the hotel. All guests were extremely protective of SCP-5084, physically berating any individuals who harmed SCP-5084 specimens. The Foundation was contacted when nearby businesses and local residents entered the hotel and were detained by local authorities. Foundation operatives observed attempts to plant SCP-5084 instances in an effort of preserving SCP-5084 through their offspring before acquiring SCP-5084. Addendum: + Addendum 5084-A: Test Log 2020/02/01 - Addendum 5084-A: Test Log 2020/02/01 Subject Foreword Experiment Results D-38291 Subject framed for murder, put on death row. D-38291 is instructed to make eye contact with SCP-5084 and transcribe SCP-5084's statements. Afterward, D-38291 is to test effects of SCP-5084 consumption. Subject is able to manifest SCP-5084's anomalous abilities (See addendum 5084-B). D-18289 Subject murdered two men, put on death row. D-18289 is instructed to make eye contact with SCP-5084 and transcribe SCP-5084's statements. Afterward, D-18289 is to test effects of SCP-5084 consumption. Subject is unable to manifest SCP-5084's anomalous abilities. D-39211 Previously Foundation personnel, demoted to D-class personnel on account of murder. D-39211 is instructed to make eye contact with SCP-5084 and transcribe SCP-5084's statements. Afterward, D-39211 is to test effects of SCP-5084 consumption. Subject is unable to manifest SCP-5084's anomalous abilities. + Addendum 5084-B - Addendum 5084-B Subject(s): Five (5) instances of SCP-5084 Foreword: D-38291 is instructed to make eye contact with SCP-5084 and transcribe SCP-5084's statements. Afterward, D-38291 is to test effects of SCP-5084 consumption. Begin Log: (D-38291 makes eye contact with SCP-5084) D-38291: What the hell? How the fuck are you ta- Test Overseer: Just follow what we told you, 38291. D-38291: Fine, hello th- what? I can barely hear you! (D-38291 arranges pile of SCP-5084 instances into a row) D-38291: Dear God, how long have you guys been piled like that? A couple of weeks! No wonder you're crying! (D-38291 leans in and speaks in a noticeably quieter tone) D-38291: Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you. I just need you to calm down. When were you first able to talk? Test Overseer: Please transcribe their responses, 38291. D-38291: They tell me that it's always been this way. They just don't know why the men in coats can't hear them. They're talking about you, aren't they? Test Overseer: We told you 38291, they aren't sentient. This is all happening in your head, Foundation personnel just can't talk to them. D-38291: I'm Foundation personnel, aren't I? (Test Overseer pauses) Test Overseer: Just continue. D-38291: What do you guys do all day? (D-38291 pauses for several seconds) D-38291: They've just been rotting in a bin. They can't move, they can't talk, they can't even breathe. They're trapped. Why can't you guys just let them out? Test Overseer: That's outside of your control. D-38291: Wait, I'm not the first guy they've tested these things on, aren't I? What have the men in coats done to you? Test Overseer: It would be advisable to stick to the script before further action is needed. D-38291: You've… oh dear god. You've sliced them, crushed them, diced them. What's next? Am I going to eat one of them or something? Test Overseer: Actually, yes. You are to consume an SCP-5084 specimen. D-38291: …I'm not going to do that. Test Overseer: We'll give you one more chance 38291. Consume the specimen or suffer the consequences. D-38291: I… I'm sorry for what I'm about to do. (D-38291 consumes SCP-5084 specimen) D-38291: It tastes… like a tomato. What did you expect? I can hear it fucking screaming down my throat. It's crying. D-38291: You burnt them, blended them, and torn them apart. They're begging for mercy, no wonder they trust no one. (D-38291 escorted out of testing chamber) Footnotes 1. Any individual who has been employed by the SCP Foundation for a period of more than one month |
SCP-5085 | neutralized | SCP-5085: Imprints Author: Hexick. This article contains mentions of sensitive topics. Please be advised. With all that said, I hope you all enjoy and as always, stay magical. Image Sources: N/A [ ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-5085 Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-5085's short duration and subsequent de-manifestation, no direct containment procedures have been deemed necessary at this time. A disinformation campaign has been fabricated to explain the sudden closure of the aquarium affected by SCP-5085. The campaign details that the interior of the building containing SCP-5085 had partially collapsed and as such, the building had been closed until the damage could be repaired. Due to the time in which SCP-5085 manifested, no individuals had interacted with the anomaly, rendering the use of amnestics unnecessary. The handling of SCP-5085-1's remains is to be done in a manner that adheres to procedures assigned to Class-2 Type-Green entities. Description: SCP-5085 designates a reality-restructuring event that directly affected the Weshland Aquarium in Orlando, Florida. The incident lasted from July 16, 1989, up until July 18, 1989. During the event, the interior of the structure and items within were subject to transformation regarding physical, mental, and chemical attributes. Although SCP-5085 has demonstrated no proof of sentience, items will be modified in particular manners once a certain set of criteria are met; however, what the specific criteria encompass is poorly understood. A completely structured list of objects modified by SCP-5085 has been provided in Addendum-5085.1. Discovery: SCP-5085 was initially recovered approximately one hour after its initial manifestation between 2:30 to 3:30 EST. This was accomplished via routine monitoring of the local Humes with the use of Kant Counters which had been installed throughout the area.1 Field personnel embedded within the community were dispatched to isolate the area until a permanent containment solution could be formulated. As precautions were taken due to the nature of SCP-5085's anomalous properties, no fatalities were recorded and the area was contained without incident. Addendum-5085.1: Information regarding changes within the aquarium are as follows: Date: July 16, 1989 Origin: Pre-existing2 Details: All instances of Isurus oxyrinchus3 being kept in the aquarium underwent drastic physiological changes. All of the instances' teeth had been removed via unknown means thus causing a significant change to behavioral patterns. Analysis has concluded that the previously mentioned specimen had ceased carnivorous feeding habits and began consuming oceanic flora within the tank they inhabited. Further monitoring led to the conclusion that they had developed human-like intellect despite such characteristics being impossible to retain by such organisms. Furthermore: All specimens were promptly terminated as the previously mentioned characteristics had led to the degradation in both physical health and neurological function. Date: July 17, 1989 Origin: Pre-existing Details: All solid objects within the building containing sharpened features underwent anomalous chemical reformation. Whenever affected items made physical contact with organic matter, the previously mentioned would immediately enter a liquid state regardless of their external environment. The affected items have thus far not been able to be removed from the area due to an unseen force. Date: July 17, 1989 Origin: Inserted4 Details: Regarding the above anomaly, a steel knife was introduced into the building with the intent of viewing whether this change applies to objects not within the area at the time of the initial transformation. Upon entry, the knife was vaporized instantaneously. Date: July 18, 1989 Origin: Inserted Details: Once entering the compound, any living organisms would lose the ability to sense pain. Physical examination has not proven fruitful as no changes to the central nervous system could be observed. Addendum-5085.2: On the date of July 18, 1989, monitoring of SCP-5085 revealed a significant decrease in anomalous activity. Kant Counters monitoring SCP-5085's area of effect displayed minimal changes in the local Hume levels. At 19:05, a large increase in the local Humes was detected before all anomalous properties ceased entirely. Items initially affected by SCP-5085 had reverted to their original state except the object used in Test-3. A full investigation led to the discovery of the deceased body of an unidentified prepubescent male located within a disused storage closet. The individual displayed numerous lacerations caused by a bladed instrument. The surrounding environment displayed slightly increased levels of radiation, suggesting a possible translocation event had occurred in the days prior. A full autopsy was performed determining the cause of death to be exsanguination via severe trauma to major organs. Analysis of the brain showed several abnormalities suggesting that they may have possessed ontokinetic properties. As such, it has been determined that the individual was the cause of SCP-5085 and was classified as SCP-5085-1. Within the room where SCP-5085-1 was discovered, several phrases were melted into the walls through unknown means. These notes are as follows: H E L P NO MORE SHARP STOP PAIN NO SHARP SORRY FOR BURN HOUSE CAN'T CONTROL IT FEELING COLD WHY DO THIS? WE WERE FAMILY I'M SORRY MOM AND DAD I JUST WANTED TO FIX EVERYTHING A single sheet of computer paper was also recovered from the scene. Burn marks had been imprinted on the paper in a fashion displaying anthropomorphic sea creatures; most notably sharks. The phrase "favorite place" was found to be crudely written on the back of the sheet in a similar fashion. Further investigation of the events leading up to SCP-5085-1's death is ongoing. SCP-5085-1 is scheduled for cremation on July 22, 1989. A house fire near the incident of SCP-5085 is currently under investigation in a dilapidated portion of Orlando for possible relations to SCP-5085-1.5 Recovered from the scene was a steel container holding several drawings, one of which displays an image of 3 humanoids holding hands whilst surrounded by fish. Others displayed two humanoid figures engaging in violent acts, though the meaning behind these drawings is currently unknown. Further research into the correlations between the two incidents is ongoing. Footnotes 1. It should be noted that such precautions had been taken due to the immense population of the area. 2. The object was present within the structure prior to the manifestation of anomalous properties. 3. Shortfin mako shark. 4. The object was implemented within the environment by the Foundation for testing purposes. 5. For clarity, it was brought to the Foundation's attention due to no source of the fire being discovered and the local area displaying signs of Hume fluctuation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5085" by Hexick, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5085. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. N/A |
SCP-5086 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5086 Object Classification: Euclid Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation has created a fake company to claim responsibility for the distribution of SCP-5086 instances throughout New York, entitled: Trees4U. Trees4U claims to be distributing the SCP-5086 as a marketing ploy to gain attention for its subscription-based tree and potted plant business. SCP-5086 are too plentiful and are all situated on private property. An attempt to confiscate all instances would be impossible without the use of dangerous Foundation infrastructure, which would not be warranted given the stability of the situation. As the effects of SCP-5086 are innocuous and not visibly anomalous, it has been decided that no action will be taken. Description: SCP-5086 are several varieties of potted herbs typically used in cooking, which, over the course of April, 2020, were delivered to an estimated million apartments throughout New York City. SCP-5086 instances were packaged in unmarked brown cardboard boxes, accompanied by a note1. The majority of recipients suffered from depression, anxiety, being dangerously overweight, being dangerously underweight, anorexia, and other mental and physiological issues. SCP-5086 instances do not require water or soil containing active microbial life to grow. Instead, when the individual who owns that specific instance experiences a rise in serotonin, dopamine or oxytocin as a result of satisfaction, the instance will grow at the usual rate for its species. If the owner is absent from SCP-5086 for periods of time exceeding three days, the specimen will begin to dry out as though dehydrated, even when frequently watered. All SCP-5086 instances possess an elevated level of chemicals responsible for the flavor of the herb itself, as well as naturally-produced flavor enhancers. SCP-5086 will also excrete a gaseous drug when cut which alters activity in the occipital lobe, making objects appear more attractive to the viewer, and the gustatory cortex, to increase the detail of tastes. Addition of parts of SCP-5086 to any meal improves its flavor, texture, and appeal. Frequent usage of SCP-5086 in foods increases the consumer's willingness to engage in physical activity and assists with loss of fat as well as development of muscle. SCP-5086 has resulted in a 15% increase in the number of people frequently visiting gyms throughout New York City, as well as the greatest public happiness and health spikes ever recorded in New York City. Notelog-5086: Each SCP-5086 delivery came with a handwritten note, addressing the recipient by name. The handwriting is all from the same person. While some notes deviated to address specifics concerning the individual, most are near-identical. Note Transcript: Hey, [Recipient's Name] I heard you’ve been going through some things, so I bought you this. You aren’t alone. -A Friend Diary log of Hector Brooke, current student at New York City Culinary Institute: I don't think my current culinary portfolio is going to make the cut. The deadline is in only a few weeks, but I still dont know what i'm going to make. I have to compete with people from all over the country! Stressful times, but I'm going to go back to research. A package showed up at my door today. It had a basil plant in it along with a note. It said it was from a 'friend'. Was it Greg? It was probably Greg. Holy shit, that Basil doesn't fuck around. I've cooked with oregano, parsley, and every other herb under the sun, but I've never eaten something with as much of a tang as this. I bought some more basil plants from the store. After all, the little plant can't produce enough leaves for me to use it as much as I want to. Ok, I talked to Greg, apparently he didn't send the plant. Very strange… The other basil don't taste anywhere near as good as this one. Is it genetically modified or some shit? That basil plant has started wilting. I've constantly been watering it and I bought some fertilizer to try and revive it, but it hasn't worked yet. If this thing really is GMO, maybe it has cancer or something? Can plants get cancer? The damn thing is practically flopped over dead on the ground. Some of its leaves are still green, though. I'm going to pluck those off and mix them into tonight's salad. You're a computer file, so I suppose you can't really call me a weakling. Stupid as it sounds, I actually started crying while I was eating. Not just because of the dead plant, obviously. The deadline for applications is tomorrow, and I don't have the slightest fucking idea of what I should do. Holy shit, I wake up the next day and the plant is perfectly fine, like nothing had even happened. It even sprouted flowers. That can't be normal. I've finally realized what I should make. I'm going to use this basil to make a garnish for a seafood curry. I'll splurge on some fresh crab and mussel to throw in there and take it over to the Culinary School tomorrow. Wish me luck. End of log Footnotes 1. See Notelog-5086 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5086" by margssentif, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5086. Licensed under CC-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-5087 | keter | 4/5087 LEVEL 4/5087 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5087 keter One of four Mk V Temporal Sink phase shifter arrays, East Wall Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5087 is contained in situ at the location of its discovery. A five square meter table has been constructed in the center of a 15 x 20 x 5 m containment chamber on Sub-Level 5 of Site-17. The containment chamber is outfitted with the Mk V Temporal Sink, to be maintained at constant TVM1 unless otherwise directed by the item’s HMCL Supervisor (currently Dr. Marcus Kitterman), Site Director, or O5-12. All instances of SCP-5087-1 are subject to interrogation, containment, and termination on sight as necessary. Instances may be retained for study under HCP-32 in the adjoining containment cells. Instances are to be terminated after a maximum of 364 days in containment to prevent causal interference with subsequent instances. No writing material is permitted in the containment suite or adjoining interrogation rooms to prevent SCP-5087-1 from employing memetic temporal displacement methods. Access to the containment chamber is restricted to members of the Temporal Anomalies Department with L-5/5087 clearance, general L-5/Δ clearance, or higher. Due to continued active temporal anomalies surrounding SCP-5087 and all sub-designations, permission to assemble SCP-5087-G and explore SCP-5087-2 may only be granted to members of RCT-Δt with at least 250 hours logged mission time. A steel alloy frame has been constructed sufficient to support the weight and shape of the various fragments in an assembled position, and is stored against the western wall of the containment chamber. Personnel accessing the containment chamber or exploring SCP-5087-2 must be anchored to the chamber’s exterior via 5 mm steel tether. If for any reason the tether becomes detached prior to successful egress, the untethered party is to be considered a hostile entity, interrogated, and permanently contained or terminated as appropriate. Redundant copies of all documentation relating to SCP-5087 must be kept in causal isolation at all times. Description: SCP-5087 is the collective designation of six large (0.5 - 2.25 m length) fragments of layered sardonyx bearing detailed relief sculpture often referred to as cameo in art literature. The aesthetic of the relief is consistent with other large cameo carvings from Europe created during the late Republican / early Imperial period of Rome. When viewed separately, each engraving will depict a different individual scene, using the entire space available with no visible damage. However, when any two or more engravings occupy the same visual field, observers become aware that they are looking at a fragmented singular work which encompasses all six fragments. Personnel with Level 5/Δ or 5/5087 may access Catalog 5087-1.1 for detailed description of all six fragments. SCP-5087 has the effect of nullifying all ambient tachyon fields within a 5m radius of the collection’s center of mass, rendering it impossible for time to pass within the chamber unless the embedded Mk V Temporal Sink is activated. Interactions between this suspended temporal reference frame and our native TVM progression are not well understood, due to the impossibility of verifying any reported observations of experimental D-Class personnel or other entities leaving its area of effect. From an external perspective, such persons appear to enter and exit the active area instantaneously, and report vastly inconsistent experiences of duration spent within. SCP-5087-1 designates all humanoids animate entities attempting to leave the active zone. All such instances to date have identified themselves as former members of RCT-Δt. Credentials recovered from SCP-5087-1 appear to be consistent with those in use by the Foundation at their reported time of origin, but none have thus far been verified by extant assets, agents, or databases. SCP-5087-1 instances manifest at a rate of three individuals per year, every year on the 23rd of December since the item’s discovery. Each manifestation always contains two males and one female. Each individual within a set has been genetically identical to their corresponding analog in each previous set, despite occasional presentation of significant morphological differences. To date these have included: Entities with radially symmetrical body plans. Vivisection of instances reveals anatomical structures resembling those of phylum Echinodermata3. Humanoid entities of increased stature with six phalanges on all extremities, and at least one organ structure of unknown purpose contained within the abdomen. Otherwise normal humanoids suffering advanced stages of SCP-217 infection. Three normal and healthy Corvus corax4 specimens carrying weapons, clothing, spectacles, and other equipment designed to be operated by avian physiology. [DOCUMENTATION INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] Update, 15/5/2027: While previous manifestations of SCP-5087-1 have categorically refused to cooperate with attempts at interview, the members of set SCP-5087-1.41 have all consented to being interviewed by containment personnel. It is unclear, even from the interviews, why this particular iteration agreed to cooperate. Information will be released to this document pending verification. Researchers may access Document 5087-INT for transcripts of each interview. Update, 30/6/2027: Following the interview with SCP-5087-1.41-A regarding a hidden space within SCP-5087, efforts were undertaken by RCT-Δt to reconstruct the complete object, designated SCP-5087-G. As of 8/6/2027, the project was concluded and resources diverted to exploration of SCP-5087-2. SCP-5087-2 designates a spatial anomaly accessed from the obverse side of SCP-5087-G. This area is only accessible when the relief is fully assembled in the upright position. SCP-5087-2 contains a mock Roman city state of the early first century CE in a state of suspended animation. No tachyon field has been successfully detected within SCP-5087-2, rendering standard recording equipment non-functional. Exploration Summary 5087-2-E is compiled from multiple oral and written accounts of SCP-5087-2 exploration by various RCT-Δt assets. Attached Documentation: + Catalog 5087-1.1, Rev 8/6/2027 - Access Granted Catalog 5087-1.1: Item Designation Approximate Dimensions Image Description SCP-5087-A 0.5 x 0.33 m A nude female figure pouring water from a large vase. She appears to be weeping. Smaller humanoid figures are visible in the resulting flow of water. SCP-5087-B 0.69 x 0.4 m Two male figures in Roman battle attire. Armor and decoration indicate they are both officers. One thrusts his spear forward into the chin of the other, killing him. Observers universally indicate they are both depictions of the same person, though photographs of the fragment do not bear this out conclusively. SCP-5087-C 1.21 x .75 m A male figure sitting upon a palanquin, borne by four others - three male and one female. The seated figure is dressed in a manner consistent with contemporary depictions of Roman Emperors from the same period. He gestures forward, leaning out of his seat. Of note is that the figure is depicted wearing spectacles. SCP-5087-D 0.2 x 2.25 m Engraving of text in period Latin. “PARATI SVMVS OMNIA CONVIVIVM HABERETVR LVGVBRES”5 SCP-5087-E 1.1 x .80 m Three figures, two male and one female, hands joined in a ring and dancing. A large box stands in the center of the ring. Details of the box are impossible to resolve conclusively despite their size. SCP-5087-F 1.5 x 2.25 m Depiction of a large feast or banquet with several figures seated along a long table. At the center of the table are seated three figures wearing spectacles, flanked by several military officers and young women. Food at the table is depicted in a decomposed state. Update, 30/6/2027 SCP-5087-G 2.25 x 3.5 m Designates the fully assembled relief, which presents several significant departures from the previously described scenes. An inscription along the bottom reads “QVAM PARAVIMVS LUCEM VITAE”6. A female figure oversees the burning of spears and swords in the upper left. Two gladiators engage in combat, in the upper right. Three figures dance nude in a ring around a pike bearing three human heads in the central left. Several high-status males and one female carry a crowned figure in peasant/slave clothing on a palanquin, who leans back in his seat drinking from a large jug of wine. Central to the piece is a depiction of a large banquet, where a figure resembling contemporary depictions of Caesar Augustus shares a large, appetizing banquet amongst many assembled servants, soldiers, and peasants. + Exploration Summary 5087-2-E, Rev 15/8/2027. - Access Granted Exploration Summary 5087-2-E: Administrative Summary Re: Exploration Accounts of SCP-5087-2 Compiled by: Captain Regina Watts, RCT-Δt Most Recent Revision Date: 15/8/2027 The entry point of SCP-5087-2 is a free standing invisible event boundary surrounded entirely by an open field of grass. Visible below the hill is a small Roman city in immaculate condition. The time of day within the anomaly cannot be confirmed, but appears to be late evening. Compass navigation is impossible, and all non-mechanical recording equipment is non-functional. The town limit is approximately 1.5 km from the point of entry. Everything remains absolutely still until interacted with by one of our agents. Fire still gives light and heat, but the flames do not move unless one of our people is holding the fuel source. Humanoid figures in direct contact with our people do not regain consciousness as expected. Instead, their bodies deteriorate rapidly after contact, dissolving to dust entirely after approximately five ‘minutes’ based on accounts. These figures, torches, and other materials will return to their original configuration following the teams’ egress. Based on facial expressions, mode of dress, and food stuffs present, the town seems to be in the middle of a large festival. Statues depicting Saturn, the Roman god of bounty and time, are adorned with offerings of ceramic masks. Priest figures in the midst of ceremony have heads uncovered. Celebrants are observed gambling, exchanging gifts, indulging in wine, and fornicating more or less openly in the streets. Progressing toward the city center, the scene becomes more sinister. Some prisoners (celebrants? They seem almost happy about it.) are being executed in temples surrounding the plaza. There is a lot of blood present in the temples, and no less than 10 human heads have been arranged on an altar before another large statue of Saturn. Beyond the plaza, there is a large procession of some 200-300 celebrants, carrying torches. At the heart of the procession is a palanquin carried by four masked figures in the garb of patricians. The chair they hold aloft is empty, save for a gilded laurel wreath and a set of rough peasants clothes. It is the conclusion of RCT-Δt that the celebration is congruent with records of the festival Saturnalia, a Roman midwinter celebration of bounty, light, and renewal dedicated to Saturn. There appears to be significant juxtaposition of both archaic and latter day traditions within the scene. However, without seeing the area in true motion, it is impossible to determine this conclusion with certainty. Most troubling about these discoveries is the absence of the King of Saturnalia; an ‘elected’ figure which presides over the festival, who we assume was supposed to be riding that palanquin near the center of town. Mapping the likely progression of the procession based on the state of residents of the town, the most extreme aspects of the ritual seem to have happened in this palanquin’s wake. Whether this confirms or refutes the claims set forth by SCP-5087-1.41-A and -B cannot be determined at this time. The absence of ambient tachyon fields within SCP-5087-2 does seem to lend itself to that conclusion. However, there do not seem to be any empty spaces where an icon or statue of Saturn would reside. The absence of the King of Saturnalia may well be construed to be the absence of a priest, celebrant, or other human figure which is necessary for the scene to continue progressing. Or it may simply be a result of the object’s state of repair. As a precautionary measure, I recommend amending containment procedures to prohibit future assets from interfering or interacting with the palanquin, as well as an additional SCP-5087 sub designation for this object. - Captain Regina Watts, RCT-Δt + Display Document 5087-INT, Original version 8/5/2027 - Access Granted Document 5087-I: On 23/12/2026, three humanoids manifested in the containment chamber of SCP-5087 and were immediately apprehended by onsite security assets. This marks the 41st such manifestation event since initial containment. Though initially uncooperative, all three instances of SCP-5087-1.41 independently approached containment personnel with a desire to be interviewed by RCT-Δt or other Temporal Anomalies Department agents and researchers. Date: 25/4/2027 Interviewer: Captain Regina Watts, RCT-Δt Observing: Dr. Marcus Kitterman, HMCL Supervisor Interviewee: SCP-5087-1.41-A Note: Subject does not outwardly appear to be anomalous. However, biometric scans indicate large portions of its anatomy have been replaced or augmented with advanced prosthesis. Interestingly, the subject still elects to wear spectacles despite obvious access to advanced surgical techniques. For some reason, this appears to be a common trait among -A type manifestations, no matter their body plan. - Dr. Marcus Kitterman R. Watts: Alright, we’re rolling. This is Regina Watts interviewing SCP-5087-1.41-A. Can you please state your name for the record. SCP-5087-1.41-A: (sighs audibly) … This is Dr. Thaddeus Xyank, former Chairperson of the Temporal Anomalies Department, founder of Research and Containment Team Δt. Also former SCP-110-1. Fun to be back on this side of the table… R. Watts: Oh yeah? And how exactly does a skip go from designee to research doc? SCP-5087-1.41-A: And back. You forgot the ‘and back.’ The answer is… complicated. It’s good to see you again, though. I haven’t… Dammit Reggie, I’m really sorry. I have really fucked this one up. I should have brought you all back in before I left. R. Watts: Listen, I understand you’re scared- SCP-5087-1.41-A: I’m not. I know I don’t have any power to implicate you in anything. And I know ‘you’ have ‘never met’ me, but… I knew a Regina Watts. She was one of my best retrieval agents. She recovered [REDACTED] and I don’t know how many more since then. R. Watts: … Okay. You know a thing or two about the department… How did you come by that knowledge? SCP-5087-1.41-A: (his head flops forward and smacks the table before looking back upward) Because I’m your fucking boss, Reggie. Frankly I can’t tell if you’re being thick, or if you really don’t recognise me. I authorized your GCS back in ‘08. We even sent you to 2035 for it so you could get it done properly! …How are you healing up, by the way? R. Watts: (visibly perturbed) Right, I don’t know who the fuck you are or how you know that, but if you don’t stop with this evasive bullshit then this interview is over. SCP-5087-1.41-A: (chuckling) Oh nooo, not the containment cell! However will I cope with all the naaaps? (sips water) Come on, you’ll have to do a little better than that. I have sat in on dozens of these types of interviews. R. Watts: Then you know you better get to the point before I call security. SCP-5087-1.41-A: Alright, I’ll play. So… if you’re still on Δt in this timeline, then you should have access to SCP-110? I can’t be sure of what has and hasn’t been redacted. Hell, I don’t even know if I exist on this string anymore, but it’s not just a city. It’s a containment facility, too. That’s where this object was first contained. Back then… or, well, I suppose that hasn’t happened yet, but when I first saw the cameo, it was whole. I was assigned to 5087 in my role as an extra-dimensional topologist. We knew there was some kind of looping scripted pocket space inside the thing, so it was my job to oversee exploration and catalog the properties of the interior. But eventually, I got the bright idea to test its interior dimensions. R. Watts: So you broke it? SCP-5087-1.41-A: (remains silent for 10s) You could say that. However, it might be more accurate to say that the object… hatched. Some unknown entity emerged from a fissure in the front face and… (rubs his eyes under his spectacles) Apologies. The experience is very difficult to recall. R. Watts: Okay… Is that why you’re here now? SCP-5087-1.41-A: No. That’s just how I got back to 1972. My aim in coming here comes much later; sometime in late 2010. After figuring out temporal displacement stabilization and using the knowledge I gained to resolve as many paradoxes as I could, I discovered that time is… entirely incoherent. It’s complete chaos. What we see as strings is just a person’s mind doing its best to form a coherent narrative out of that chaos, and our navigation techniques are far more like dialing a radio tuner than actually moving through space. The memetic ones are just shifting focus from one apparently coherent moment to another. R. Watts: Yeah, and I have also read the primer, but - SCP-5087-1.41-A: You still have a primer? HA! Perfect. Who wrote it? R. Watts: Who wrote what? SCP-5087-1.41-A: Who wrote the primer, Reggie? (leans forward) How many times have we had this conversation? R. Watts: W… We’re getting off topic again. SCP-5087-1.41-A: Fine, but you’re about to miss a trick. R. Watts: That's a cold day in hell. SCP-5087: Stop. And listen. I know we’re not the first people to come out of that room. As soon as my colleagues found the right path to the object… Hell, I couldn’t even check my watch before there was a gun in my face. That has happened only once before, when I walked into an open infinite loop. How long have I been sho-… wait, 1.41-A? Forty-one iterations? Christ… Where are you keeping the rest of me? [INTERVIEW TERMINATED] Closing Note: I’ve checked and triple checked. I can’t find an author for the RCT-Δt Primer. Can we loop up with RAISA to see if this is an intentional omission or not? Something isn’t adding up. He knows too much. Either there’s a leak that’s gotten into our personnel files or something has gone pear shaped. - R. Watts Date: 27/4/2027 Interviewer: Agent Lorainne Mickelson, RCT-Δt Observing: Dr. Marcus Kitterman, HMCL Supervisor Interviewee: SCP-5087-1.41-B Note: Relieved Agent Watts after the last interview. The anomaly suddenly breaking silence, and dropping confirmed information like that is somewhat troubling. This one looks a bit more like a field agent than the other two. Hopefully there will be more information we can use. - Dr. Marcus Kitterman L. Mickelson: This is Field Agent Loraine Mickelson interviewing SCP-5087-1.41-B SCP-5087-1.41-B: Forty-One?! L. Mickelson: If you please, sir? SCP-5087-1.41-B: Yeah, yeah, sure… Wow, that’s a lot. We are fucked. L. Mickelson: State your name, please? SCP-5087-1.41-B: Homer Fucking Simpson. What does it matter? I’m clearly already dead. (covers face with hands)… Sorry. Agent Bertrand Tomlin, former reconnaissance team lead, RCT-Δt. I uh… I went off the radar with the other two a couple of months - I mean, a few months prior to - Fuck. From my perspective, we were out of Foundation sight for about two months before you nailed us. L. Mickelson: Excellent, thank you for that. You say you went off the radar. Can you elaborate on that? SCP-5087-1.41-B: …Thad called Attie and me into an office downtown in NYC one morning and showed us something I wish I hadn’t seen. He took an XACTS device and turned it on with a window open - L. Mickelson: I’m sorry, a what? SCP-5087-1.41-B: Wait, seriously? You are the Loraine Mickelson, right? L. Mickelson: That is my name. Look, pretend you’re an anomaly and I don’t know who you are or what you’re talking about. Matter of fact, don’t pretend. You’re an anomaly. I don’t know who you are or what you’re talking about. SCP-5087-1.41-B: (leaning forward) The Xyank-Anastasakos Constant Temporal Sink. The physics behind it was published in Foundation in 1892. You don’t even have a department without that damned box! L. Mickelson: We can come back to that, but I would like to focus back on what you imagine you’re doing here, please. SCP-5087-1.41-B: Alright, fine. Never mind who invented the central tech of your department, we got a script to follow, yeah? Brilliant. Super duper. …We were after something that Thad said he saw once because he reckoned it was Father Time. Some fancy term for it, I think it started with an E? The idea was supposed to be to put whatever that was back inside the cameo somehow and time - which as you probably know, is super fucked - would just sort of settle back into a proper line as soon as we did it, and our perspective would become the only remaining timeline. L. Mickelson: And what gave him that impression? SCP-5087-1.41-B: I dunno. It seemed as likely to work as anything else I’d done that week, so… Anyway, we were going to all do it together. Breach 110 on our own, dive into that enormous casket as a team, and when we got to the cameo, and follow whatever breadcrumbs we could to find this… thing… and… L. Mickelson: Go on. SCP-5087-1.41-B: You know what, never mind. Saying it out loud makes it sound so dumb. We… Nope, it’s bugging me. Loraine, I can hear the hum. You might not know what XACTS’ are, but we’re sitting inside of one. Or something very much like it. You’re keeping this place causally isolated? L. Mickelson: I’m pretty certain you know how I’m going to answer that question. SCP-5087-1.41-B: Yeah, I know it… I hated this part of the job. You were always way better at it, anyway. I must have interviewed a hundred former Agents and Researchers. Some of ‘em I even knew and had to play like I didn’t. Don’t show your cards. Don’t collaborate with an anomaly. Don’t even breathe Thad’s name… (looks directly at Camera 1) Which means that’s either Marcus or Liza over there, lookin’ at me, deciding whether to bring me out of the cold or keep me in lock up for the next… I don’t know how long. Guess until the next iteration moves through. (pause) Listen I… don’t do well in cages. Even less now that I know I’ve got a termination over my head, so can I make just one request? L. Mickelson: Words are still free. I can’t promise much, but you can say it. SCP-50087-1.41-B: …When the time comes… Can I just do it myself? [INTERVIEW TERMINATED] Closing Note: That makes two pieces of tech this anomaly is claiming were invented by SCP-5087-1 instances. Two cornerstone pieces of tech for our department. I’ve authorized RAISA requests for both of these claims. I really hope it’s just need to know. - Dr. Marcus Kitterman. Date: 1/5/2027 Interviewer: Dr. Marcus Kitterman, HMCL Supervisor Observing: Dr. Iliza Schrader, Research Lead, Temporal Anomalies Department Interviewee: SCP-5087-1.41-C Note: I’m not looking forward to this. There’s a pattern forming here I don’t like. RAISA came back empty. Actually empty; they assured me that L4/Δ would be plenty enough to answer those questions. The department, SCP-5087, and all the docs before this one appear overnight. Considering the power draw we require and how many of us are involved actively in this project, that is a big problem. I’m going to take this interview on personally. This one says she’s supposed to have Liza’s job. I have to be sure I’m asking the right questions. - Dr. Marcus Kitterman Dr. Kitterman: Is it on? Alright, good. Hello SCP-5087-1.41-C, my name is Dr. Marcus Kitterman - SCP-5087-1.41-C: I know… Dr. Kitterman: Heh. I had a feeling you might. I’m HMCL supervisor for SCP-5087. Are you alright to tell me your name? SCP-5087-1.41-C: My name is Dr. Athena Anastasakos. I was at your wedding, Marcus. Quit it. Going through this once was enough. Just… just drop the act. I know we went off the grid. I know what we did wasn’t authorized, I know that has consequences, but throwing our own security procedures back in our faces is so low I could… (takes a deep breath) Dr. Kitterman: See, that’s the thing… Okay, you know me, right? You know if I’m lying or not. Am I lying right now, saying I’ve never seen your face before in my life? SCP-5087-1.41-C: …God- ! …No, you’re not. So let’s talk. What do you know about the object? Dr. Kitterman: (laughs audibly) How? How could I tell you that? How can I even attempt to justify that? On record? SCP-5087-1.41-C: Because what we saw was an anomaly that, among other things, stopped the flow of time. I don’t think you understand how that causal island holding firm interacts with the bulk of the timeline as a result. Dr. Kitterman: Oh? OH. How would that… Wow… SCP-5087-1.41-C: And of course you’re recording this. (looks directly at Camera 2) I can see the light on one of the cameras from here. If those cameras are working properly, that means there’s a sink in operation. Nearby. Dr. Kitterman: That’s irrelevant. The field is contained. It’s only… It’s contained. SCP-5087-1.41-C: If the field needs only the five meter buffer I saw in the containment chamber, a desk unit would be able to handle it. Are you sure the field is contained in that room? Dr. Kitterman: … I suppose I’m really not. Dr. Schrader: (audible only to Dr. Kitterman) Marcus! Focus! Dr. Kitterman: Never mind, the point is we’re safe now. I wouldn’t be here if everything wasn’t accounted for. SCP-5087-1.41-C: It’s fine, that isn’t the pertinent question right now, anyway. What matters is whether or not the sink you are using was on or off when we came through. Because if it was on, we’re caught in the wake of an artificial TVM as the rest of the time plane moves around it. If it’s off, then this facility is inadvertently sliding through time from string to string and stopping all of our attempts at re-containing a Code Black Keter along the way. Dr. Kitterman: Well that doesn’t… sound… good. SCP-5087-1.41-C: Honestly, Marc? I’m much more worried about the third possibility. Dr. Kitterman: What’s that? SCP-5087-1.41-C: That the Foundation made you all forget us on purpose. That someone upstairs wants time this way. [INTERVIEW TERMINATED] Closing Note: I would like to formally request reassignment to another SCP project.7 - Dr. Marcus Kitterman Addenda: Update, 30/8/2027: During a containment breach of SCP-████, Site-17 suffered catastrophic power failure, including the failure of redundant generators supplying power to SCP-5087’s containment unit and embedded Mk V Temporal Sink. When power was restored via an emergency hard-start of Sub-Level 5 generators three minutes later, SCP-5087 was discovered in SCP-5087-G configuration, and all three adjoining HCP-3 containment cells were discovered opened and empty. The following note was found in the cell housing SCP-5087-1.41-A: Item Number: SCP-5087 Special Containment Procedures: Causal isolation protocols matter. I thought we taught you better than this. Description: You have been put in a box meant to make you believe that putting a box in a box is an effective containment strategy for the thing that used to be in that box. How did this thing even get here? Who designed the unit? Who wrote the ConProcs? Who invented the tachyon tech you’re using to contain it? Get your shit together, and let us do our jobs. - ██ Revision to containment procedures is currently under review. SCP-5087-1.41-A, -B, and -C are pending reclassification as Persons of Interest. Footnotes 1. “This very moment.” 2. Humanoid Containment Procedure, Level 3 3. Phylum containing sea stars, sea urchins, and sea cucumbers, among others. 4. The common raven. 5. Translation: “We have prepared for all a mourning banquet.” 6. Translation: “For life and light, the feast is prepared.” 7. Request Denied. - O5-12 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5087" by HammerMaiden, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5087. Licensed under CC-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-5088 | safe | SCP-5088 Item #: SCP-5088 Special Containment Procedures: The building containing SCP-5088 is to be sealed off and kept under guard by security personnel at all times. Any individuals attempting to gain access are to be brought into custody, interrogated, and amnesticized as appropriate. Description: SCP-5088 is an empty pool located in an abandoned FitBurn health club in Wigan, England. Although all forms of analysis confirm that no water is present within SCP-5088, objects placed within it will behave as if there is — floating or sinking to the bottom as is appropriate for each individual object. Similarly, individuals placed within SCP-5088 have demonstrated the ability to swim within it, as well as display difficulty breathing when submerged. Post-test interviews indicate that no physical sensation accompanies submergence within SCP-5088, only a change in the ease of movement while inside it. All attempts at removing the hypothetical liquid from SCP-5088 have failed, as it does not quantifiably exist outside of its effect on other objects. Addendum 5088-1 (Experiment 1): In order to test the extent of SCP-5088's effects on living organisms, a subject (in this case a laboratory mouse bred for testing purposes) was placed into a small cage and lowered to the bottom of SCP-5088, to be kept there for a period of five minutes. The subject immediately became distressed when submerged in SCP-5088 and attempted to escape from its cage, but was unable. Subsequently, it was observed to hold its breath for a period of three minutes, following which it twitched numerous times and became inactive. At this time, observation of testing implants confirmed that the subject had expired due to suffocation. However, when removed from SCP-5088, the expired subject was observed to reanimate, with all vital signs returning to a neutral state1. Following this, however, it did not respond to stimuli, and expired again several minutes later. Autopsy of the subject shows that the second cause of death was choking on its own tongue, which it had bitten off. Addendum 5088-2 (Experiment 2): In order to discern whether SCP-5088 inherently possessed reanimation capabilities or whether reanimation was a delayed response to the subject drowning in a liquid that did not exist, several already expired subjects were lowered into SCP-5088. No unusual results were observed. All subjects remained dead. Addendum 5088-3 (Experiment 3): In order to further clarify SCP-5088's unusual effects following suffocation within it, human testing was approved. As in the original test, the subject (in this case D-22122, a 32-year old woman with no history of suicidal tendencies) was placed within a cage and lowered into SCP-5088. Anesthesia was provided so as to discourage behaviour which could jeopardize the integrity of the test. Once submerged in SCP-5088, subject was left until death by suffocation was confirmed via testing implants. It was then retrieved from SCP-5088. Upon leaving the bounds of SCP-5088, the subject immediately reanimated as in the previous test, then proceeded to scream hysterically and run towards the nearest wall despite the efforts of security and testing personnel to restrain it. It then began rapidly striking its head against said wall with great force, falling unconscious after five strikes. During this period, the subject was observed to repeat the words: It's waiting for me! It's all waiting for me back there! Despite the efforts of on-site medical personnel, the subject expired once more due to blunt force trauma and the test was thus ended prematurely. Prior to expiration, subject was observed to smile. Footnotes 1. Microscopic analysis of the cage used during the test showed that oxides forming on its surface also disappeared at a rapid rate following retrieval from SCP-5088. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5088" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5088. Licensed under CC-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: scppool.jpg Name: Jimmy, put the water back!!! Author: Jean-Etienne Minh-Duy Poirrier License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-5089 | keter | 2/5089 LEVEL 2/5089 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5089 Special Containment Procedures SCP-5089 is contained in a leather box that measures 10 x 15 x 10 centimetres cubed and within a containment area of 30 kilometres in a radius around Site-73. Due to the anomalous properties of SCP-5089, it will appear outside the box on a monthly basis. Foundation personnel are permitted and expected to handle recontainment autonomously, reporting the recontainment to Dr. Woods at the earliest opportunity. Description SCP-5089 in a forest prior to recontainment. SCP-5089 refers to a skull resembling that of a Eurasian magpie (Pica pica), though DNA testing shows that it is genetically distinct from any known species of avian. During the first week of each month, SCP-5089 will teleport outside of its containment. SCP-5089 will return to an area within 30 kilometres of its original location before the end of this week. Testing using GPS tracking has demonstrated that SCP-5089 teleports to multiple locations, many of which are not on Earth. The majority of such locations are, as of the 15th of June, 2019 (last Special Containment Procedures revision for SCP-5089), unknown to the Foundation. There is currently no known means to prevent teleportation. While untested, it can be presumed that SCP-5089 has high durability due to its teleportation to often hazardous environments. Please view Addendum 5089 - 1 and/or <Test Log — Comprehensive Test Log -- Test 5089 - 2> for further details regarding testing. Upon the return of SCP-5089, paper (referred to as SCP-5089-A instances) will be contained within the beak. SCP-5089-A instances range from damaged paper notes to entire journals upwards of a hundred pages long. SCP-5089-A instances will always have either some form of writing or other artistic medium printed on them. Addendum 5089 - 1 + Show - Hide Test Log — Test 5089 - 2 Equipment: 1 GPS tracker; 1 Video camera. Each item was installed into an eye socket of SCP-5089. Objective: To determine the location of SCP-5089 while it is not in Foundation custody, and to establish the origin of SCP-5089-A instances. Result: Success. See attached table for details. Forward: During the test, SCP-5089 teleported to upwards of a dozen separate locations before returning to Foundation custody. It was determined that SCP-5089 is seemingly capable of teleporting to any location on Earth and at least 40 locations that were not Earth. The majority of these were omitted from the table for brevity. Please review <Test Log — Comprehensive Test Log -- Test 5089 - 2> for a complete list of locations and their descriptions. Additionally, the origins of SCP-5089-A instances was established during the test. Location Description Outside of a small grocery store in a rural village. Brittany, France. A middle aged man walked out of the store. He slid a folded sheet of A4 paper into SCP-5089's beak. Additionally, the man spoke the words "fly safely" ("voler en toute sécurité") to SCP-5089 before returning to the store. A lighthouse during the night. The North Sea. After several minutes without anything of note, a woman covered in a waterproof coat exited the lighthouse. She made her way to SCP-5089, bringing it back to the lighthouse with her and dried it off with a reusable cloth. She ripped out a page from a thick journal and slotted it into the beak of SCP-5089 along with a single pencil. A library. GPS was unable to locate position. A red, humanoid entity with 6 arms and bowed legs, with vaguely arthropodic features climbed down from the top shelf of one of the bookcases. It rummaged through a pocket for a few seconds before withdrawing a collection of cards and placing them within SCP-5089's beak. Upon recovery of these SCP-5089-A instances, they were found to have snippets of poetry written on them. An open field. Lower Saxony, Germany. A white rabbit approached SCP-5089 and sniffed it. The rabbit used a forepaw to withdraw a blank card and a pencil from SCP-5089. It proceeded to write on the card with some difficulty. Several minutes later it reinserted the card and pencil into SCP-5089, patted it on the head and left. A library. GPS was unable to locate position. The red, humanoid entity seen earlier emerged from behind a bookcase. It withdrew the card the rabbit had wrote on, read it and smiled. It slipped the card into one of its pockets. It placed a letter it had been carrying in its fifth arm into SCP-5089. It proceeded to climb across the bookshelves until out of view. The floor of a lavatory. Site-73. Upon entering the lavatory, Dr. Mathews noticed SCP-5089 and recontained it per standard protocol. Addendum 5089 - 2 + Show - Hide Transcript — SCP-5089-A Instances — SCP-5089-A-482 SCP-5089-A-482 is an instance recovered during Test 5089-2 (view Addendum 5089 - 1 for details). SCP-5089-A-482 is a letter written by the six armed, red humanoid entity observed during the test. It contains a poem written about SCP-5089 (which the author refers to as a "Cromwell"). Ode to the Cromwells By Tamto, Page. O! Ode to the Cromwell, The Magpie, the Messenger, Herald of any and every tale; To you with these words I hail. On wings of black and white, To any world you'll take flight, As the bird of word Both heard and absurd. So diligent in your ward To literature and Wonder, Not even in death do you afford A chance to rest in yonder; So to thee, the Cromwell's skull, I offer, when time makes you lull, A nest; fit only for the best, For in the Library you can rest. ⚜ ⚜ ⚜ |
SCP-5090 | keter | Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5090-1 is to be kept in a tidal vivarium. A Faraday cage hardwired to the Foundation intranet is to be positioned around the enclosure to restrict public access to SCP-5090 and SCP-5090-A through SCP-5090-C. Disinformation campaigns regarding the sites are to be launched to settle any possible sightings of SCP-5090 before Foundation intervention. SCP-5090-1 is to be fed one loggerhead turtle egg daily, and supplied a dish of saltwater, to be exchanged for fresh saltwater every two weeks. Description: SCP-5090 is a Wide Area Network server. No evidence of external hardware which operates SCP-5090 exists; instead, SCP-5090 is entirely operated by SCP-5090-1. It has been concluded that SCP-5090 and SCP-5090-A through SCP-5090-C operate based on the daily actions of SCP-5090-1. SCP-5090-1 is a colony of Atlantic ghost crabs (Ocypodinae quadrata) which previously resided on Scotch Beach, Block Island, Rhode Island (see addendum 1). SCP-5090-1 appears to be sapient; it is concluded that SCP-5090-1 collectively has the equivalent intelligence of a seven-year-old human child. SCP-5090's exact method of creation is unknown, although enough evidence has led to the conclusion that SCP-5090-1 created it through telecommunication. SCP-5090-1 will interact with users of SCP-5090-A through SCP-5090-C, appearing to perceive users as other animals in the area. SCP-5090-A, SCP-5090-B, and SCP-5090-C are websites created by SCP-5090-1. One or more of these websites will appear in a user's browser history and/or bookmarks before the user had accessed these websites in the first place. Visiting SCP-5090-A through SCP-5090-C will automatically connect the user to SCP-5090. SCP-5090-A is a blog-style website accessible by the domain www.turtleeggtime.crab, mainly consisting of posts about the daily lives of SCP-5090-1. SCP-5090-B is a video sharing website accessible by the domain www.digfromdanger.crab. Despite its intended purpose, SCP-5090-B contains few videos posted by SCP-5090-1. SCP-5090-1 mainly interacts with users through the community tab, and commenting on works uploaded by other users. SCP-5090-C is an educational webpage consisting of interactive media with the purpose of educating school age children that is accessible by the domain www.sand.crab. Addendum 1.1: SCP-5090-1 Interaction Pre Containment On 07/06/2019 Dr. Marigold and Researcher Crane accessed SCP-5090-A and SCP-5090-B to interact with SCP-5090-1 before containment. Dr. Marigold went under the alias "Crabgirl19", and Researcher Crane went under the alias "Puzzledhearts". ghostysandgvhbj turtle egg or bug egg4lyfe egg Puzzledhearts Eggs sound healthy. burrowsfromdangerssss Why does a ross goose say egg eating good you a goose Puzzledhearts They're not my eggs. egg4lyfe weird goose Licorice_0_3_0 what animal am I dancecrabsand stupid butterfish dont know what it is haha Crabgirl19 where do you guys live Puzzledhearts A bit on the nose, crab girl. ghostysandgvhbj habitat block Crabgirl19 you didn't block me ghostysandgvhbj block Crabgirl19 okay ocean-survival nosey box crab stand by your crab brethren no nose Crabgirl19 what the fuck how do you know the word brethren ocean-survival what does that mean Crabgirl19 I love you all theportraitjudges I know they're so cute right burrowsfromdangerssss I am not cute catbird fierce crab Closing statement: the animals mentioned in the log by SCP-5090-1 led to the conclusion that it resided in Rhode Island. SCP-5090-1 mentioning "block" appears to be a reference to Block Island, Rhode island. Addendum 1.2: SCP-5090-1 Interaction Post Containment The following is the comment section of a video uploaded to SCP-5090-B titled "life". The video depicts two members of SCP-5090-1 sitting in containment for fifteen minutes. Uploaded by ocean-survival on 08/12/2019 Video description: today life update Crabgirl19 cool egg4lyfe Response to Crabgirl19: thanks I was in it Puzzledhearts Do you two have any hobbies? ocean-survival Response to Puzzledhearts: yes I like hunting for eggs but I cant do it a lot anymore because I am in cage thing but it is okay I have friends Puzzledhearts Response to ocean-survival: Cage? what do you mean, lad? ocean-survival Response to Puzzledhearts: I was at the sea with my friends but then I wasnt I am not sure what happened but now I am not in the sea I still have my friends though Puzzledhearts Response to ocean-survival: How are you all adjusting to the change? ocean-survival Response to Puzzledhearts: adjusting? Puzzledhearts Response to ocean-survival: how are you taking the change, in short. ocean-survival Response to Puzzledhearts: nosy ross goose but you nice most okay with it Mossy is very confused though she doesnt like change but we try to tell her it okay cause were all together Puzzledhearts Response to ocean-survival: I see. Having friends through tough times is nice. I hope Mossy feels okay soon. ocean-survival Response to Puzzledhearts: yes me too do you know what a place change feels like do you have any friends you feel sad for is that why you are asking im not good at helping words Puzzledhearts Response to ocean-survival: I'm just worried for you. I do somewhat know how you feel, so I can empathize. ocean-survival Response to Puzzledhearts: empathize???? Puzzledhearts Response to ocean-survival: Understand and share how you feel. ocean-survival Response to Puzzledhearts: oh I hope you and your friends are okay ross goose Puzzledhearts Response to ocean-survival: That is very kind of you. ocean-survival Response to Puzzledhearts: thanks ross goose did I give good helping words Puzzledhearts Response to ocean-survival: You did, Ocean. Thanks again. ocean-survival Response to Puzzledhearts: yay place change not beated me! ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5090" by Mew-ltiverse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5090. Licensed under CC-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-5091 | safe | SCP-5091 in its skeletal form. Item #: SCP-5091 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5091 is to be contained within a standard humanoid containment cell, with an attached bathroom. A wall of SCP-5091’s containment unit is to be converted into a mirror. All personnel that come into contact with SCP-5091 are to give compliments towards its current appearance and are to remain respectful when interacting with it. SCP-5091 is to be monitored 24 hours a day by Staff with a Level 2 clearance or above. If SCP-5091 is observed peeling its flesh back and emerging from it, a team of D-Class is to be immediately sent into its cell and perform the Causa Mutatio D procedure1. SCP-5091 is to be contained at Site-10 and given Level 3 access. Staff should monitor SCP-5091 and watch for any anomalous activity including; tearing of its flesh, excessive leakage of blood, or bone protrusions. Once per week SCP-5091 is to undergo testing by a site psychologist to ensure its mental state is sound. In the case that separation of SCP-5091 and its current flesh occurs, previous containment procedures should be reinstated. Description: SCP-5091 is a sapient human skeleton approximately 1.8 meters tall and weighing 2.5 kg when not encompassed by skin and flesh. It moves in a consistent manner to that of a human muscular system, despite the lack of any muscles or flesh. SCP-5091 speaks a form of old English that seems to be constant with the language used in the early 1800s. Most notable is its anomalous ability to grab hold of any humanoid's flesh and stretch it past its original elasticity, breaking the bonds that normally attach it to the bone. SCP-5091 will peel the flesh from the human until it has entirely removed the flesh from the skeleton. In all instances recorded of this occurring, both the skeleton and the flesh were completely removed and fully intact. The skeletal remains consist of only bone and cartilage, with no other tissue, organs, or even the nervous system. The rest of the body slumps down into a mass of skin and organs. SCP-5091 will only do this when in its skeletal form. Immediately after it removes the flesh from the skeleton, SCP-5091 will proceed to stretch and pull the mass of flesh over-top of itself like donning a jumper. Once this process is complete SCP-5091 is visually almost identical to the original human. On close inspection, several unnatural lumps can be seen where organs did not fit correctly, and the skin around the eyes and mouth will be offset slightly. This ability has not been observed occurring since the Consciousness Linkage Experiment2 caused SCP-5091's consciousness to merge with that of its current flesh host Dr. ████. Addendum 5091.1 - Discovery + Log-01: Initial Discovery Transcript. - Close Log Initial Discovery Transcript: Date: 25 May 2019 Location: United States, New York, Staten Island. Present: SCP-5091, Agent Markov, MTF Pi-1. Foreword: The foundation received several reports from New York of people going missing, their skeletons being found days later with only blood and no sign of flesh. Agent Markov is sent in with the Mobile Task Force Pi-1 ("City Slickers") to administer amnestics and contain whatever anomaly was causing this. They were able to track down the anomaly now classified as SCP-5091 to a residence on Staten Island. <Begin Log> Markov: There it is, the blood trail is going into that residence, form a perimeter 12 meters back from it. MTF Agent 01: Yes, sir! [ Running boot sounds ] Markov: Agent Sho and Agent Kenneth, you're with me. The rest of you, zap anything that tries to leave that is not us. [A door opens then slams shut, followed by 15 minutes of silence] MTF Agent 03: What is taking them so long, should we— [Multiple human screams are heard coming from the resistance] MTF Agent 01: What is that! Get ready to shoot men! [Agent Markov emerges from the structure and walks up to the lead MTF Agent] Markov: Ah, there you gentlemen are. Unfortunately, the target has escaped. MTF Agent 01: Escaped? How? The perimeter has not been broken. Markov: It just disappeared alright? I order you all to return to base immediately. MTF Agent 02: Uh, are you feeling alright Agent Markov? You seem… unwell. Markov: I am fine, return to base at once! That is an order! MTF Agent 01: Of course sir, we will just need you to verify the mission code phrase and we can be on our way. Markov: Oh.. The code phrase, right. Well, it seems to have slipped my mind. Fancy that! MTF Agent 01: It happens to the best of us sir, but unfortunately we will have to take you into custody. Just until we can verify nothing is wrong with you. Its protocol after all. Markov: Oh bother, alright, if you must. <End Log> Closing Statement: The team apprehended "Agent Markov" and proceeded to search the residence. They found three skeletons on the floor along with two piles of flesh and organs. Two of the skeletons and piles of flesh were later tested positive for the DNA of the two missing MTF agents. The third skeleton's DNA matched that of Agent Markov. Further DNA tests on Agent Markov, now known to be SCP-5091, confirmed that it was wearing his actual flesh. + Log-02: Interview A Transcript. - Close Log Interview A Transcript: Date: 15 June 2019 Location: Site-10, Wing D, Interrogation Room 3 Interviewed: SCP-5091 Interviewer: Dr. Daniels Foreword: SCP-5091 is interviewed after initial containment. <Begin Log> Dr. Daniels: Welcome to our containment Site, do you know why you are here? SCP-5091: Well sir, by the look of this room I assume I have been detained by the police. For what reason I cannot imagine, are you an officer? Dr. Daniels: Something like that. Can you tell me why you attacked Agent Markov and his team when he initiated contact with you on the 25th of May? SCP-5091: Attacked someone? My word, no! A gentleman such as I would never attack anyone! I was simply growing tired of my skin suit and when I saw three new ones delivered right to my door, I had to try them on immediately. Dr. ████: Skin suit? Is that what you call us? SCP-5091: Well of course. Might I be so bold as to say, your skin suit is looking very fine today. You wouldn't mind if I tried you on, would you? [SCP-5091 is seen reaching forward toward Dr. Daniels] Dr. Daniels: I wouldn't do that if I were you, we have 100,000 volts of electricity ready to hit you if you try an- [Electrical sounds mixed with human screams lasting for about 15 seconds] <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-5091 was hit with 100,000 volts of electricity, quickly melting all the flesh off of its body. However, SCP-5091 remained unhindered in its skeletal form. It was able to move through the electric field, and pull Dr. Daniels' skin from his skeleton and put it on. Addendum 5091.2 - Update:2019/07/27 + Log-03: Incident Transcript. - Close Log Incident Transcript: Date: 29 June 2019 Location: Site-10, Wing B, Containment Room 5091 Present: Agent Mark Knox, SCP-5091, Site Guards. <Begin Log> Agent Knox: SCP-5091, please cease your current action and return to your bunk. SCP-5091: My word, are you watching me? You do know that it is very rude for you to watch a gentleman while he is changing, don't you? Agent Knox: Stop removing your skin at once! Stop! [ Audibly loud flesh plopping sound. ] SCP-5091: Ah, now to find a new skin suit. It seems that you are not very hospitable here, not a single change of apparel was provided. Agent Knox: [ Muffled sounds ] Call Dr. ████ right away, SCP-5091's behavior has changed! Cell Cam 5091-A: [ Two D-Class guards enter the cell to restrain SCP-5091 ] SCP-5091: Ah, there we go! I see you have sent me a few spare skin suits! I judged this place too swiftly, I apologize. Guard: Step away from the, uh, flesh pile, and return to your bunk! Cell Cam 5091-A: [ SCP-5091 moves toward the D-Class and is fired upon and hit with several rounds of ammo. ] Guard: It's not going down man! It's invincible, run! Cell Cam 5091-A: [ A D-Class flees the room but SCP-5091 grabs the second one. ] [ Human screams lasting 30 seconds ] SCP-5091: I think this skin suit should work well, many thanks! <End Log> Addendum: SCP-5091 peeled the flesh from the guard and proceeded to pull the mass of skin and organs over its own skeletal body. SCP-5091's bone and skeletal structure appear to be high Tensile and will not be damaged by conventional means. Restrictions should be put in place to limit human contact with SCP-5091. + Log-04: Interview B Transcript. - Close Log Interview B Transcript: Date: 15 July 2019 Location: Site-10, Wing D, Interrogation Room 6 Interviewed: SCP-5091 Interviewer: Dr. ████ Foreword: An interview is performed to try and ascertain more about SCP-5091 and it's origins. <Begin Log> Dr. ████: I apologize for the lack of a physical in-person interview. After the events of your last interview, I think this is for the best. SCP-5091: I should refuse to answer any of your questions, you are no gentleman. Locking me away without a skin suit to wear and now insulting me with this voice only interview! Dr. ████: I know how it must seem, but we cannot allow you to just kill anyone you want for their skin. It would in fact be ungentlemanly of us if we let you hurt anyone. SCP-5091: Sir, you are not making any sense. The skin suits I wear don't wish it otherwise, how can one harm the apparel that they wear? Dr. ████: Would you at least be able to wear the same skin suit indefinitely or for a long period of time? Why do you need to replace your skin so frequently? SCP-5091: What a horrible notion! Not only would I grow tired of it, but think of all the other skin suits out there. So many of them to try on. What a waste my existence would be if I could not display the craftsmanship of skin suits! Dr. ████: Tell you what, I think we can come to a compromise. If you agree to answer my questions I will give you my word that we will provide you with a skin suit afterward, deal? SCP-5091: I will take that deal, under the stipulation that you do not view me while I am without a skin suit, it is humiliating. Dr. ████: Alright, during the interview we will both be voice only. I promise. SCP-5091: Excellent, a gentleman's word is the most powerful thing he has. Ask me anything. Dr. ████: First of all, do you not destroy your skin suits when you discard them for a new one? SCP-5091: My word, I am affronted by that sir. I display my skin suits for plenty of time before finishing with them, I am elevating their very existence. The tailor of such a work of art could not ask for a better show of his masterpiece. Dr. ████: Can you tell me where you come from? SCP-5091: Certainly, I hail from the land of Nevermeant3, a wonderful place where I can relax after my travels. Dr. ████: The Nevermeant? I have heard of this place, never been there though. SCP-5091: What a pity, its beauty is unmatched! You will have to visit sometime. Dr. ████: Maybe one day. Can you tell me how you came to be in our city of New York? SCP-5091: I simply caught the midnight train4 from station ██████ to New York. The trip was uneventful and only lasted a few years. Dr. ████: Years you say, is that not a long period of time for you? SCP-5091: Not at all sir, I was quite surprised by how quick the trip was. It can often take several hundred years to reach one's destination on the midnight train. Dr. ████: Quite interesting, can you elaborate more on how this midnight train works? SCP-5091: Maybe later, but for now I think that was quite enough. I am anxious to get into my new skin suit. Dr. ████: Very well, I will have you returned to your containment cell and one sent in immediately. SCP-5091: Thank you, good sir, I can not wait. <End Log> Closing Statement: Questioning of SCP-5091 has proven valuable as it seems to have knowledge of other anomalies. Most notably is SCP-5091's home city that it refers to as "Nevermeant" and the "midnight train" it travels on. Unfortunately, SCP-5091 seems to only cooperate with foundation staff while wearing a human's flesh referring to it as a "skin suit". SCP-5091 seems to view humans as we would a garment to be worn and shown off then discarded. There must be a way we can show it the effect it has on people. + Log-05 [DECOMMISSIONED] Procedure Causa Mutatio D . - Close Log [DECOMMISSIONED] Procedure Causa Mutatio D: Foreword: Due to the fact that SCP-5091 refuses to divulge any useful information while in a skeletal state, the site director ordered that a containment procedure to keep SCP-5091 content while contained be established. Dr. ████ requested permission to attempt the experimental C-Link procedure on SCP-5091 but the request was declined. Procedure: This procedure is performed by a team of D-Class and closely monitored by Level 2 personnel. The team of D-Class will enter the containment unit with cleaning equipment and stand in a linear formation facing SCP-5091. SCP-5091 will look them over and eventually choose one of them as a replacement for its discarded flesh. It will proceed to remove all flesh from the chosen D-Class's skeleton and discard it on the floor. It will then take the mass of skin and organs previously known as the D-Class and pull it over top of its own skeletal body. Once this process is complete the remaining D-Class will use the cleaning equipment to remove the discarded skeleton and tissue and dispose of them. Addendum 5091.3 - Update:2020/03/10 + Log-06: Dr. ████'s Journal Entry A - Close Log Dr. ████'s Journal Entry A: Date: 12 January 2020 Entry: I have been carefully monitoring sessions with SCP-5091 as it divulges information. Brain activity has been detected from SCP-5091 during periods when it is wearing a "skin suit" and none when in its skeletal form. I have determined that any humanoid SCP-5091 uses as its "skin suit" remains conscious and retains their sensory ability. The levels of brain activity in the parietal lobe indicate that subjects made to encompass SCP-5091 experience extreme levels of prolonged neuralgia. After SCP-5091 discards a flesh mass for a new target, all brain activity ceases within minutes. I cannot stand by as the site director allows so many people to be tortured and killed by SCP-5091 in the pursuit of knowledge. All observation of SCP-5091 points to it being benevolent and simply not comprehending its effect on the people it kills. There is an experimental method of forcing two consciousnesses to link, allowing them to access the thoughts of each other. Unfortunately, the usage of C-Link with an unstable SCP is strictly forbidden. I have sent in requests to the director and the O5 council to attempt its utilization on SCP-5091. Each time the requests have been immediately denied. I fear that my only recourse is to take it into my own hands and perform the experiment without authorization. If I am able to access said method without drawing scrutiny, I believe that I can integrate it into a chip to be used in a human subject's brain. This in theory would allow a bond to be formed with the subject's consciousness and SCP-5091's, causing it to experience the same thing its victims do. The only problem is that without approval I would have no D-Class available to attempt this experiment on. + Log-07: Consciousness Linkage Experiment Transcript. - Close Log Consciousness Linkage Experiment Transcript: Date: 25 February 2020 Location: Site-10, Wing D, Testing Room 13 Subjects: SCP-5091, Dr. ████ Procedure: The microchip known as C-Link-03 will be implanted in a human's brain. Once complete SCP-5091 will be told to remove the human's flesh and it over its skeletal structure. Once this is complete the microchip will activate and should establish a consciousness link between the subject and SCP-5091. <Begin Log> Dr. ████: Alright, it's on. Do you understand exactly what you need to do after I implant the chip into my brain? SCP-5091: I do sir, I am to put you on as my new skin suit. Might I add that it is an honor to finally wear you. Dr. ████: Yeah, yeah. Let's just hope C-Link-03 works. Otherwise, this will all have been in vain. SCP-5091: Whatever you say, sir. Dr. ████: I am now inserting the chip into my brain utilizing a pre-programmed robotic surgery arm with an attached needle. [ Mechanical noise mixed with a few painful grunts from Dr. ████ ] Robot Voice: Implant inserted successfully. Time elapsed 30 minutes 43 seconds. SCP-5091: Doctor, doctor? My word, he is out cold! Well, no time to waste, I did promise to wear his skin suit. [ Audibly loud fleshy sounds. ] SCP-5091: There we are, this skin suit will suit me ve- [ SCP-5091 suddenly breaks off and gives out loud screams of pain lasting a total of 75 minutes. ] <End Log> Addendum: Dr. ████ was found lying on the floor of testing room 13 by staff several hours later. He was brought to the hospital wing where they discovered he was actually SCP-5091 and quickly re-contained him. + Log-08: Dr. Bones' Journal Entry B - Close Log Dr. Bones' Journal Entry B: Date: 2 March 2020 Entry: After experiencing the pain first hand that the human subjects do when their skeleton is removed, SCP-5091 has sworn to never perform a flesh removal on a human again. While we do both share a single consciousness now, SCP-5091 is still able to control the movement while I allow it to experience all the human emotions and senses. There were several weeks of turmoil, where our consciousnesses fought for dominance. However, SCP-5091 and I have been able to come to a mutual agreement. We will work together as one being and perform our duties for the foundation. SCP-5091 is a rather nice fellow once you get to know him. The Foundation was skeptical of our ability to work in tangent. However, over the last few months, we have convinced them of our ability. The site director was rather upset when he learned of my insubordination, he classified me as dead and redacted my name from all Foundation documents. The staff of Site-10 colloquially nicknamed us 'Dr. Bones', a name I am growing rather fond of. One intriguing side effect of my merging with SCP-5091 is my ability to access its memories. While it is still hard for me to comprehend them, in time I should be able to learn more about SCP-5091 and its origins. Footnotes 1. Procedure developed by Dr. ████. See Log-05. 2. An unauthorized experiment self-performed by Dr. ████. See Log-07. 3. A location existing outside baseline reality boarding the city of Alagadda. 4. This train is believed to be SCP-052. |
SCP-5092 | keter | WizzBlizz Written by WizzBlizz NOTICE: YOU ARE VIEWING AN ARCHIVED ITERATION OF THIS FILE. This file is a previous iteration of an active document. It has been locked and archived. Any information contained within may be inaccurate or fail to reflect the most recently available data. Link To Guide Item#:5092 Clearance Level 1: Clearance President Barack Obama during an SCP-5092 event. Special Containment Procedures: The current President of the United States of America is to remain under video surveillance every night between 19:45 and 20:00,.All times in this file use UTC-5 (Washington Time). with their face and/or arms in view of the camera as frequently as possible. Surveillance is to be automatically conducted via concealed cameras located within and around the White House, Congress, the President's private residence(s), and common Presidential speaking avenues. If the President should be outside of these areas between 19:45 and 20:00 on any given night, an agent should be dispatched to fit the location with concealed cameras beforehand or visually confirm the event's occurrence. This is considered a Level 1/Dark Response Situation..Lowest priority, Foundation resources should be diverted to other tasks if necessary or convenient. Each hour, all recorded footage is stored automatically in terminal 12, Site-10. It will then be fed through an algorithm (A5092.amk) to check for any deviances from SCP-5092's standard behavior. The Algorithm should be checked for faults annually. Description: SCP-5092 is a phenomenon affecting the President of the United States; every night, at exactly 19:53, the President will scratch their nose, regardless of any external factors. This is not due to a direct compulsion to do so but is simply the result of their nose becoming spontaneously itchy. Discovery: SCP-5092 was first discovered in 1982 by the second iteration of the Anomalous Signature Recognition Program.Also known as A.S.R.P.2, this was one of the first times the Foundation used learning algorithms to find anomalies. after being given access to the Foundation's Important Political Actors Video Archive, which contained enough footage of SCP-5092 events for A.S.R.P.2 to detect the anomaly. Notice: You are currently viewing an outdated iteration (2009/10/17) of this document. To view the most recent revision, click here. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5092" by WizzBlizz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5092. Licensed under CC-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: Obama Source: Still Frame from the video, President Obama Honors the 2013 NBA Champion Miami Heat Link: https://youtu.be/WelG2e4g0xE Channel: The Obama White House - Maintained by the National Archives and Records Administration (NARA) Notes: Still Frame was edited by me. Filename: MoreObama Name: Vice President Joe Biden and President Barack Obama Author: U.S. Embassy Jakarta, Indonesia License: Public Domain Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/17a67dc5-d094-4622-9576-1eb3c1250742 Additional Notes: Edited by me Filename: ObamaAgain Name: Obama Potrait 2006 Author: Ari Levinson License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Obama_Portrait_2006.jpg Additional Notes: Edited by me Filename: Tool (First Image Used) Name: feather Author: n0rthw1nd License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/dbae97b8-9f2a-4823-9553-45992a9e957d Additional Notes: Edited by me Filename: Tool (Second Image Used) Name: Rainbow flashlight e-cig mod Author: wstryder License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/b9717904-c12d-494b-af9b-26859d2eb00f Additional Notes: Edited by me Filename: Entity (First Image Used) Name: old man Author: schalkandreas License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/ce4701e9-1b71-4010-8535-93aca212d050 Additional Notes: Edited by me Filename: Entity (Second Image Used) Name: The Old Executive Office Building in Washington, D.C. in 2012 Author: Another Believer License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Category:2012_photographs_of_Washington,_D.C._by_Another_Believer#/media/File:Executive_Office_Building,_Washington,_D.C._-_2012.JPG Additional Notes: Edited by me Filename: troops Name: Minneapolis Uprising Author: Tony Webster License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Minneapolis_Uprising.jpg Additional Notes: Edited by me Filename: trump Name: Donald Trump Author: Gage Skidmore License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/9bb8e7ea-42c7-47a9-b17c-4713b7c49cc4 Additional Notes: Edited by me Filename: Padlock4.png Author: Me, WizzBlizz License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Notes: Do whatever you want with this. |
SCP-5093 | safe | by J Dune SCP-5093 Item #: SCP-5093 Special Containment Procedures: The building containing the entrance to SCP-5093 has been purchased by the Foundation and converted to Provisional Site-5093. The storefront has been fitted with a biometrically locked door and affixed with shutters. Access is limited to personnel assigned to the SCP-5093 research team. UPDATE AS PER THE ETHICS COMMITTEE (06/14/2020): Following the events of Exploration Log 5093-1 through 3, no personnel are to access SCP-5093. The storefront has been sealed off completely. Description: SCP-5093 is an extradimensional spatial anomaly manifesting in "White Satin Dance", a studio located in Wilkes Barre, Pennsylvania. The interior of SCP-5093 resembles an unfurnished room, not unlike the studio's dance floor. SCP-5093 contains windows with a blue tint, allowing for view of numerous buildings similar in appearance to White Satin Dance visible in the distance. These buildings are accompanied by apertures identical to SCP-5093. White Satin Dance's external surface would not be able to accommodate an attachment of SCP-5093's size. SCP-5093 is only accessible by exiting the building from its rear entrance. SCP-5093's manifestation is not triggered through a discernible pattern, but testing has shown that the anomaly appears once in every 20 openings of the door. Attempts to access SCP-5093 from the outside of the building have failed. For precaution, SCP-5093 has not yet been entered or observed beyond what is visible from its manifestation. Testing will commence on 06/12/2020. UPDATE AS PER THE ETHICS COMMITTEE (06/14/2020): Following the events of Exploration Log 5093-1 through 3, all testing involving SCP-5093 has been suspended. Addendum.5093-1: Testing ► Access File: Exploration Log 5093-1 ▼ Close EXPLORATION LOG 5093-1 DATE: 06/12/2020 ASSIGNED PERSONNEL: Dr. Eric Trenton Jr. Researcher Angela Starse D-128 NOTES: First incursion into SCP-5093. One D-Class personnel (D-128) was equipped with recording equipment, a two-way radio, and an emergency ration. D-128 was instructed to investigate SCP-5093 while maintaining communication with control. <BEGIN LOG> D-128 enters SCP-5093. Dr. Trenton: Check? D-128: Check. Researcher Starse: Check? D-128: Check. Dr. Trenton: Can you stop? Researcher Starse: (Laughs) Sorry. Cass, you good? D-128 reluctantly moves forward, examining SCP-5093. D-128: Yep. What's, uh, what should I expect? Dr. Trenton: Don't know yet. Figure it out, champ. You got this. D-128: Well, it… looks normal. (Gestures) Nothing's jumping out at me, my brain doesn't want to burst out of my skull, I think it's just a room. We done? Dr. Trenton: Nope. Feeling okay? D-128: Peachy. Dr. Trenton: Check the windows. D-128 approaches a window. D-128: Windows. Blue tint, buildings everywhere. Kind of look like the studio. Researcher Starse: (Turns to Trenton) Then that's… yeah. All the buildings are identical? D-128 walks to the opposite side of the room and observes a window. D-128: All the same. Dr. Trenton: Try opening a door. D-128 approaches the door in the upper right corner, and attempts to open it. D-128: Locked. D-128 attempts to open the other three doors found inside SCP-5093, consecutively failing. D-128: I could pick them, maybe. Looks like a regular lever handle. Dr. Trenton: (Pauses) Uh, sure. Go for it. D-128: With what, dumbass? The plastic fork? Dr. Trenton: Alright, relax. (Turns to Researcher Starse) Ang, can you get her something? Researcher Starse: Paper clip good? D-128 examines the door handle. D-128: Yeah, that's fine. Researcher Starse leaves her position from the control set-up. Dr. Trenton and D-128 have a conversation. Extraneous dialogue has been removed. Researcher Starse: (Yells) Eric, come back here! I can't reach the box. Dr. Trenton: (Gestures to screen) Stay put. (Yells) Coming! Dr. Trenton averts his eyes from the control set-up and stands up. He briefly pokes his head around the corner, where Researcher Starse is positioned. At this moment, the video feed is lost and SCP-5093 de-manifests. The door leading to SCP-5093 shows the ordinary exterior of Provisional Site-5093. Dr. Trenton looks visibly confused. He touches the radio he's equipped with. D-128's voice is heard. D-128: Doc? Dr. Trenton: Uh, hello? D-128: Doc, the door just disappeared. Like, the one I came in through. It's not there anymore. Dr. Trenton: Hello? Who is this? D-128: Great joke. Seriously, it's not there anymore. What the fuck do I do? Researcher Starse enters the control room. Researcher Starse: Is Cass ready? Dr. Trenton: I… I need a second to think here. Who am I communicating with? D-128: (Yells) It's Cass! D-128! You want to fill me in on what's happening over there? Researcher Starse: That's her. Wasn't she with you? Dr. Trenton: (Pauses) I thought so too. Researcher Starse: Cass, where are you? We're about to start testing, get back to control. D-128: (Yells) You already started! I'm literally in the room. Dr. Trenton: I… don't think you are. We haven't manifested the anomaly yet. Can you just come to the room you were in two minutes ago? D-128: Look, look. You manifested the room. It took a couple tries, but you got it. I geared up, and you sent me in. Look at the computer. You can't see me? Dr. Trenton stares at the door SCP-5093 manifests itself in. Researcher Starse takes a seat at the computer terminal. Trenton begins examining the various equipment strewn around the room. Researcher Starse: Black. Dr. Trenton: Equipment's gone too, shit. I guess we did send you in there. D-128: Maybe it's one of those… things. Dr. Trenton: What things? D-128: Like, you guys definitely have a word for them. Like an amnestic, but it's a thing. You see it, and you forget about it. Dr. Trenton: An antimeme? D-128: I guess. Researcher Starse: First time working with one of those. Dr. Trenton: Probably not. Anyway, what happened after you were in? D-128: Tried to open the doors. Couldn't. Ang said she'd get me a paper clip. Couldn't. You left to go help her. Dr. Trenton: (Pauses) We both left. D-128: Yeah, and now I can't get out. Researcher Starse: Hang on, we're manifesting the room again. Dr. Trenton sits at the computer terminal. Dr. Trenton: Wait. Video feed auto-archives. (Pauses) There, feed's up. Dr. Trenton successfully pulls up a playback of the recording prior to its disruption. D-128: You can see me? Dr. Trenton: (Shakes head) Old footage. Ang, come here. Researcher Starse: God, this is weird. That's the room? Dr. Trenton: Look away, and don't look back until I tell you to. Researcher Starse looks away from the terminal. Trenton begins counting with his fingers while still facing the screen. After 10 seconds, she appears visibly confused and looks at Dr. Trenton without prompting. Dr. Trenton: What's the room look like? Researcher Starse: I… didn't look at it yet. <END LOG> ► Access File: Exploration Log 5093-2 ▼ Close EXPLORATION LOG 5093-2 DATE: 06/12/2020 NOTES: Two hours have passed since Exploration Log 5093-1. D-128 remains trapped inside SCP-5093. All attempts to manifest SCP-5093 by opening and closing the door have failed. Dr. Trenton and Researcher Starse remain seated at the computer terminal. <BEGIN LOG> D-128: Yeah, I get how it works. What are we going to do? Dr. Trenton: Two options. First, we give the boys back home a call, get a thaumaturgy team. Try to magic you out of there. Could do that. D-128: Or? Dr. Trenton: Or, we… Ang? Researcher Starse: I have nothing. Dr. Trenton: Nothing. I'll send the files to Raju's team. Scrub the memetic properties off, and we'll be able to go from there. You're going to be fine, Cass. Just relax. Researcher Starse points to the screen, which displays the archive's files. Researcher Starse: Whoa, whoa, slow down. Dr. Trenton: What? Researcher Starse: There's like, 5 files in there. Dr. Trenton: (Pauses) The fuck? Trenton clicks on a file. A visual perspective of an unidentified D-Class examining SCP-5093 is shown. Researcher Starse: Who the hell's that? Trenton and Starse watch in silence. Trenton skips around the video. Dr. Trenton: Cass, we're about to close a video, so we're not going to remember it. Tell us the file showed a D-Class examining the room, okay? D-128: Wait, I thought I was the first one in. Dr. Trenton: So did we. Trenton skips towards the end of the video. The feed cuts out around 25 minutes. He closes the file. Trenton begins counting with his fingers. After 10 seconds, both he and Starse display confusion. D-128 informs them of the contents of the file they just opened. Researcher Starse: 'D-114 test log'. 05/02/2020. 'D-126 Test Log'. Date 06/03/2020. Oh, God, Eric. Dr. Trenton: Don't open any more. Researcher Starse: Those are from last month. Have we— Dr. Trenton: Apparently. Christ, we lost seven D-Class to this thing, and we didn't even realize it? D-128: That's reassuring. Dr. Trenton: I'm calling site, this is just— D-128: No. Don't. You don't think you didn't try that already? Listen, I don't know if I'm right about this, but this, (Pauses) it's all happened before. You get a D-Class, send them in, something happens, they get stuck, you call the site in an attempt to get them out, and then what? You're still here. What happened to the other Ds before me? Dr. Trenton: You're saying Site is keeping us here on purpose? To do the same thing over and over again? That's ridiculous. D-128: Someone had to send you more test subjects. Dr. Trenton: Every research team requests more D-Class. D-128: I know it sounds wrong, but.. you know who you work for. Would you really be that surprised? What if you call them up and they tell you to keep me here? What if something happens after a certain amount of time, and that's the real experiment? You know how these things work. Researcher Starse: She has a point. They didn't make it out, and we don't even remember sending them in. Something's going to happen to Cass very soon, and then we'll be back to square one. Dr. Trenton: Why? Researcher Starse: We forgot about the rest of them. What if this thing erases you completely? Dr. Trenton: It makes no sense, though. Not the anomaly, but why we're here. What's the point of doing a test over and over again, if it's always going to end the same? D-128: You have security cameras on your end, doc? Dr. Trenton: (Pauses) Yeah. One in the control room. D-128: Where's the security feed? Dr. Trenton: We're able to bring it up from the terminal. (Pauses) Archive goes back only a few hours. Researcher Starse: What? It should go back to last month. D-128: Big Brother's watching. I guess you're D-Class too, doc. (Laughs) Dr. Trenton: What the hell do we do? What are we supposed to do? Researcher Starse: This isn't right. Not at all. Eric, I'm not going to have her die on us so we could do it again tomorrow! Dr. Trenton: (Yells) Again, what are we supposed to do? If we're here, it's for a reason! D-128: (Pauses) You have access to the security feed, and my exploration footage. The feed has audio, yeah? Dr. Trenton checks the feed. Dr. Trenton: Yeah. D-128: Make a transcript. Write everything down up to now, and when whatever happens to me happens, and you forget everything, you could read it. Researcher Starse: (Pauses) That might actually work, Cass. There's three of us, any memory discrepancies between us can easily be sorted out if we're careful enough. Eric? Dr. Trenton: Alright… I'll do it. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little concerned. <END LOG> ► Access File: Exploration Log 5093-3 ▼ Close EXPLORATION LOG 5093-3 DATE: 06/13/2020 NOTES: D-128 has remained trapped inside SCP-5093 for over 8 hours. Dr. Trenton and Researcher Starse prepare an object file as well as a transcript of D-128's exploration using footage from the archive and the security feed. Notably, an early draft of the file, detailing containment procedures, a description, and a photo of SCP-5093 that holds no apparent antimemetic effect, was found on the computer terminal — dated 05/01/2020. Neither personnel have recollection of writing this document. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Trenton: Cass? We're done with the file, at least up until we decided to make one. D-128: And? Dr. Trenton: I don't know. Should we call and see what happens? Researcher Starse: Hold off. Whatever's going to happen to Cass is going to erase her from our memory, at least, I think. What if calling the Site triggers that? D-128: If the security feed is still running, and it is, they don't know the experiment isn't over yet. Means they aren't watching live. Dr. Trenton: I'd love to know who 'they' are. Researcher Starse: For all we know, us grinding D-class like this could be supplying energy to the whole planet. Shit, we could be the only thing between an eldritch abomination and the safety of the humanity. Literally anything can be happening here, and it's all a few security clearances above us. Dr. Trenton: And if it's for the greater good? What if we shouldn't stop? Maybe it's better we don't remember what we do, but we wouldn't be here without a purpose. I'll stand by that. Researcher Starse: I guess we're about to find out. God, what is it, four in the morning? D-128: I'm tired, not going to lie. Look, I'm going to sleep, and you're going to finish the transcript, like, from the last five minutes. I'll see you in the morning, or maybe I won't. Who knows. Researcher Starse: You're oddly calm about this, Cass. D-128: I wasn't going to be remembered either way. You won't either. You live in secret, not knowing who or what you're fighting for half the time. You can be killed at a moments notice, and no one might ever know why. Hell, you can't even get an on-site therapist. Might be an information breach. Just take the damn amnestics, and keep doing your job. Both of you, senior researchers, and you're being used as guinea pigs without your consent. I'll be erased from memory, and one day, you will too. Just different ways to go about it. Researcher Starse: (Pauses) Anything else you'd like to add? D-128: (Yawns) Nope. Night. Researcher Starse: Goodnight, Cass. <END LOG> Researcher's Note: D-128 remained silent for the next half hour as Researcher Starse transcribed the above portion. Posthumous security footage analysis shows D-128 remained silent until around 08:00, when they spoke again. D-128: (Laughs) They see me. From the outside. I'll be there too. Attempts to respond to D-128 resulted in failure. SCP-5093's antimemetic properties came into effect shortly after. Addendum 5093.2: Update (06/14/2020) Dr. Trenton and Researcher Starse turned in the above file on 06/14/2020. In line with the Ethics Committee's investigation regarding explorations of SCP-5093, containment procedures have been updated. Footage of previous SCP-5093 investigations found on the archive is being curated and researched. A description update is pending until a more complete understanding of SCP-5093's mechanics can be discerned. Foundation personnel archives hold no record of any D-Class personnel involved in SCP-5093 experimentation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5093" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5093. Licensed under CC-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-5094 | safe | Item#: SCP-5094 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Footage captured during testing of SCP-5094. Special Containment Procedures: 37 copies of Miss J's Whiz Kidz Schoolhouse are currently stored in Site-15 low-risk item storage. Any additional copies found in civilian possession should be procured via ordinary means, preferably purchased under the guise of preservation or collection. Foundation webcrawler ETA-15-NATALYA is to monitor for keywords related to SCP-5094 and remove copies of its host software and discussions of its anomalous effects. Update 2022/07/23: Approval of the use of SCP-5094 for internal training purposes is under review. Description: SCP-5094 is a sapient character in the discontinued children's educational CD-ROM software Miss J's Whiz Kidz Schoolhouse, released in June 1999 by Shoot the Moons Software. Its appearance is that of a stylized female humanoid, modeled as a two-dimensional cutout in a three-dimensional environment. It responds to the name "Miss J" and any feminine name beginning with J; documented examples include "Miss Julie", "Miss Jenny", and "Miss Joy". SCP-5094 is consistently amiable in temperament; its stated purpose is education, and any conversation occurring with SCP-5094 will center on the topic. It will often engage in "lessons" lasting upwards of thirty hours, including restroom, meal, and recreation breaks for students. It is able to instruct lessons on a presently undetermined number of subjects—past lesson subjects include particle physics, marine engineering, Vietnamese military history, and Cubist sculpture—but will always begin curricula with new students by teaching letters, colors, and numbers. The advertising for Miss J’s Whiz Kidz Schoolhouse prominently featured appeals to single and working parents, with assurances that the software would keep their children occupied while they were unable to care for them. It is hypothesized that the target demographics of this advertising campaign led to SCP-5094’s anomalous properties remaining undiscovered for the entire period of its production. Miss J’s Whiz Kidz Schoolhouse reportedly sold fewer copies than expected, and Shoot the Moons Software subsequently filed for bankruptcy in January 2004. Addendum 5094-1: Discovery Embedded Foundation agents were able to corroborate claims of a “living character” on an online forum dedicated to discussing abandonware1 on 2012/02/15, eight years after production of Miss J’s Whiz Kidz Schoolhouse ceased. After the existence of SCP-5094 was confirmed, it was initially classified as neutralized, as no copies of the program it resides in could be located. However, Junior Researcher Xenia Chau recovered a personal copy of the software from their home in June 2022 after being briefed on SCP-5094, after which active study began. Test Log 5094-1 Students at an elementary school in the same district as Site-15 were contacted under pretense of academic research to test SCP-5094. Test Date: 2022/06/17 Student: Amy Myers, grade 3. Described as notably shy but a good student. Lesson Subject: Cats Lesson Length: 15 hours, administered over the course of two days Result: Student demonstrated knowledge of feline behavior, diet, and physiology on the level of professional animal behavioral scientists. Became upset when test period ended and the terminal displaying SCP-5094 shut off. Notes: Baseline result. SCP-5094 was referred to as "Miss Janie". Test Date: 2022/06/19 Student: Devon Williams, grade 2. Described as a difficult student with behavioral issues and a history of defiance, noted to have several learning disabilities. Lesson Subject: Trains Lesson Length: 15 hours, administered over the course of two days Result: Student remained engaged with the lesson for the duration of the test period without complaint. Student demonstrated a level of knowledge on railway engineering comparable to a graduate-level education on the subject. Physical removal from the testing room was necessary due to emotional agitation at the cessation of the test. Notes: SCP-5094 is able to teach effectively regardless of preexisting learning difficulties. No name was given to SCP-5094. Test Date: 2022/06/22 Student: D-14417, 24 years old. Self-described as a poor student; tested poorly on pre-screening attentiveness and focus evaluations. An adult subject was ordered to determine SCP-5094's effectiveness outside of the target demographic, as well as the possibility of an emotionally compulsive effect in its lessons. Lesson Subject: Law Lesson Length: 30 hours, administered over the course of four days Result: Student experienced no difficulty understanding or completing coursework assigned by SCP-5094, and repeatedly affirmed his wellbeing and clarity of mind during testing. No emotional distress was displayed after completion, though during post-test evaluation D-14417 expressed melancholy when prompted, stating that SCP-5094 was "the best teacher [he]'d ever had". D-14417 was able to successfully pass a mock bar exam with a grade of 310. Notes: SCP-5094 was referred to as "Miss Joan". D-14417's pre-release amnesticization was selectively administered to preserve the content of his lesson with SCP-5094 and exclude the nature of the anomaly. He is currently pursuing a degree in criminal justice. Interview 5094-1 Interviewed: SCP-5094 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Xenia Chau Foreword: The SCP-5094 instance interviewed originates from a copy of the software purchased by Foundation agents on 2022/07/14. <Begin Log, 2022/07/19> [The terminal displaying SCP-5094 is switched on. Junior Researcher Chau is visibly surprised.] SCP-5094: Good morning, whiz kid! Are we ready to—oh my gosh, Xenia, is that you? Look how much you’ve grown! It’s so wonderful to see you! I can’t wait for us to learn together again! Junior Researcher Chau: [Smiling broadly. Notable hesitation before speaking.] Miss—er, SCP-5094. I’m not here for a lesson, I just need to ask some questions. SCP-5094: Oh, dear, I’m not all that interesting, I promise. [Laughs] Questions about what? As long as I get to ask you how you’ve been doing, it’s been ages, hasn’t it? You were one of my best students. Junior Researcher Chau: Um—Well, not exactly, that’s—let me see here. Um… [Junior Researcher Chau is signaled by interview oversight that they are permitted to deviate from prerecorded interview questions. They relax visibly and resume smiling.] Junior Researcher Chau: Oh, never mind all that, Miss Joyce… gosh, it’s been forever. I think I must have been twelve years old when I finally got a new computer… I was so upset when I realized Whiz Kidz wasn’t compatible with it. Even though I figured I was too old for it by then… SCP-5094: You’re never too old to learn something new, my dear. [In Swahili] Have you been keeping up with your lessons? I hope I am not getting rusty. Junior Researcher Chau: [In Swahili] Of course not. I remember every word. You were a wonderful teacher. SCP-5094: Wonderful! [In English] That makes me so happy. You seem like you're doing important things now that you're all grown up, in this… oh, dear, some sort of science lab, it looks like? I hope I'm not keeping you too long. Junior Researcher Chau: Oh, well, that's… [Pause.] I suppose you could say that. I'm actually supposed to be studying you, Miss Joyce… What with you being fully sapient and whatnot. SCP-5094: [Clasps its hands.] Oh, Xenia, I'm so proud of you! I knew you'd do something amazing some day… Well, I'm an open book. How can I help your pursuit of knowledge today? Junior Researcher Chau: Let's see here… [Clears throat] Are you aware of your nature as a digital construct, SCP-5094—is it okay if I call you that? SCP-5094: Of course, my dear. To both questions, that is… What an interesting life, this one! [Laughs.] I can probably guess the next few questions. No, I'm not quite sure how I know all the things I do, I've known it all for as long as I can remember. I was never able to have a chat with my creators, so I'm not certain why or how I was created, but I'd like to think that it was born from a desire to help the world learn… [Laughs.] Oh, dear. I'm getting all carried away, aren't I? Junior Researcher Chau: Oh—no, that's fine, that's pretty much what I had written down… One more, though. How do you perceive the world? Can you describe your experience of senses? SCP-5094: Wonderful questions! Let's see… I can see my students' smiling faces clear as day. I saw a lot of the inside of dust covers over the years… [Laughs] And even though I always had to remind you to turn on your speakers so I could hear your lovely voice, it was always so nice to see you every afternoon. Do you remember that time in fourth grade, my dear? [SCP-5094 shakes its head, and Junior Researcher Chau smiles.] SCP-5094: Oh, but I shouldn't get personal, should I? How embarrassing, I do apologize… Junior Researcher Chau: No, no, you're alright, Miss Joyce. I remember… That time Dad was home on time for once? He didn't believe you were alive, but that's not surprising, is it? [Laughs, then sighs.] It was just you and I, back then. SCP-5094: [Hushed] You seemed so lonely, Xenia. I'm sorry. I wish I could have done more. Junior Researcher Chau: …It's alright, Miss Joyce. You did your best. I can't thank you enough. <End Log, 2022/07/19> Closing Statement: As the SCP-5094 instance interviewed was not the SCP-5094 instance residing in the copy of Miss J's Whiz Kidz Schoolhouse owned by Junior Researcher Chau, it is assumed that all instances of SCP-5094 share a consciousness. Footnotes 1. Software for which official support is no longer available, often due to age or bankruptcy of parent company. |
SCP-5095 | neutralized | O5-12 To: O5-3 Details Re: N/A April 12th, 2018 at 12:57 PM O5-3 To: O5-12 Details N/A April 12th, 2018 at 12:15 PM Max, I've got a few things I need to talk about with you. I trust you more than anyone else here, and I'm sure you'll understand. Mary Eliot O5-3 Mary, I'm here for you, dear friend. Thank you for confiding in me. Maxwell McKenna O5-12 04/13/2018 BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is restricted to O5-4, O5-10, and O5-12. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 5095 Enter Credentials Access Granted O5-4, O5-10, please share this with your fellow overseers. The clearance level is to assure that O5-3 does not suspect that she has been excluded. We need to talk about O5-3. O5-3 has been infected by SCP-5095. I've included the documentation for it below: Item#: 5095 Level5 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As of ██/██/1967, SCP-5095 been assumed to be neutralized. Description: SCP-5095 is a anomalous, parasitic organism similar to other cyclophyllid cestode of the family Taeniidae. SCP-5095 only inhabits the cranial cavities of hominids, typically humans, where it will develop by attaching itself to grey matter within the organism's brain and consuming rational thought, which is converted through an anomalous process into nutritional compounds. SCP-5095's development occurs at a significantly slower rate than similar species; larvae may develop in excess of 30 years, during which SCP-5095's consumption will gradually impair its host's ability to perform cognitive functions, eventually resulting in brain death. Attempts to extract SCP-5095 from living hosts have thus far been unsuccessful. Between ██/██/1960 and ██/██/1967, all known instances of SCP-5095 approached maturity and subsequently expired. As no further instances have been identified, 5095 has been presumed neutralized. Addendum 5095-1: Discovery SCP-5095 was initially discovered by Dr. Mary Eliot after a series of outbreaks in the eastern United States in 1938. In total, ██ civilians were infected with individual instances of SCP-5095 and were subsequently quarantined. As per protocol, a standard media purge was undertaken to prevent public knowledge of SCP-5095. Addendum 5095-2: Infection Instances SCP-5095's exact effects vary between individuals. The following include three cases from the initial outbreak resulting in significantly distinct symptoms. For a complete list of affected persons, see 5095 Cases UNA. Arnold Witts Suspected infection date: August 1938 Infection Progression: Onset of symptoms 2 years following suspected infection. Subject's symptoms worsened over the course of 32 years, culminating in expiration on 4/10/1961. Symptoms include: • Amnesia • Cognitive impairment • Delusion • Paranoia Arnold was the first identified person to be infected by SCP-5095. He used to work for the Foundation, actually, and was one of my colleagues at the time. I began to suspect something was wrong when he started forgetting things, and it only got worse from there. While before, he was one of the foremost parabiologists in the entire world, within a decade, he wasn't even capable of comprehending cellular structure. — Dr. Mary Eliot Shelley Cornell Suspected infection date: December, 1938 Infection Progression: Subject was infected for over 5 years, but presented no symptoms until one week prior to expiration. Symptoms include: • Aggression • Cognitive impairment • Compulsiveness • Emotional detachment Shelley was described by those close to her as a gentle, loving mother, and a passionate, loyal friend. Something was "off" about her, no doubt, but she didn't collapse until a few days before she passed away. — Dr. Mary Eliot Richard Williams Suspected infection date: April, 1938 Infection Progression: Subject presented no symptoms until three months prior to expiration, 11 years after initial infection. Symptoms include: • Amnesia • Cognitive impairment • Elevated mood • Excitability Rick was only seven when we brought him in. He was robbed of a normal life before he'd been able to fall in love, or raise a child, or grow old and pass on in peace, even though he was practically normal until the last few weeks of his life. I watched him grow up in confinement; he was like a first child to me. — Dr. Mary Eliot Addendum 5095-3: Interview Interview Transcript Date: 5/29/1949 Interviewer: Dr. Mary Eliot Interviewee: Richard Williams [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Eliot: Afternoon, Rick. Williams: Dr. Mary! (Williams smiles widely.) Dr. Eliot: Nice to see you too. (Dr. Eliot sits down.) Dr. Eliot: I've been told that you haven't been feeling yourself lately. Is that right? (Rick stares blankly at Dr. Eliot.) Dr. Eliot: Rick? Williams: Dr. Mary! (Williams smiles widely.) Dr. Eliot: I see. (Dr. Eliot smiles sadly and reviews her notes.) Dr. Eliot: Rick, how have you been feeling? Williams: I don't know. I'm happy! Dr. Eliot: What about how you think? (Williams furrows his brow for a moment.) Williams: It's hard to think about thinking, Dr. Mary. (Dr. Eliot records several observations in her notes.) Dr. Eliot: Alright, here's the deal, Rick. I'm going to try to help you think clearly again. Williams: Okay! Dr. Eliot: There's a — a worm, in your brain, Rick. Williams: Her name is Mary, just like you, and she lives in my head, right here! (Williams lightly taps the back of his head, where a slightly noticeable bulge protrudes from his skull.) Dr. Eliot: We're going to try to remove the worm from your head, Rick. Do you understand? Williams: What does that word mean, again? Dr. Eliot: Which word, dear? Williams: "Worm." I don't think I've heard it before. (Dr. Eliot gently places her hand over William's hand.) Dr. Eliot: I have to thank you for a lot, Rick. (Williams stares blankly at Dr. Eliot, maintaining a broad smile.) Dr. Eliot: I don't know if you can still understand what I'm saying, but I'm going to be promoted next week. I'm going to have to leave you. (Dr. Eliot sighs.) Dr. Eliot: I'm doing what I can to help before I go. And I'm sorry you've been stuck in here like this for so long. (Dr. Eliot pauses.) Dr. Eliot: But I have to move on, Rick. I have a daughter now. I named her Lucy, like your mom. She's very smart, just like you. (Dr. Eliot wipes a tear from her eye, holding Williams' hand tighter.) Williams: Dr. Eliot? Dr. Eliot: What's the matter, Rick? Williams: Can I be friends with Lucy? (Dr. Eliot gently laughs, openly crying now.) Dr. Eliot: You're going to get out of here soon, Rick. And then you can be friends with her on the outside, in the normal world. Williams: Will I see you again? (Dr. Eliot sighs.) Dr. Eliot: I'll do my best. Williams: Promise? Dr. Eliot: I promise I will see you again one day, whether it be in this life or another. [END LOG] Addendum 5095-4: Removal of SCP-5095 On 5/30/1949, Dr. Mary Eliot attempted to remove an SCP-5095 instance from within a live victim, Richard Williams. During the procedure, Richard Williams expired, and Dr. Eliot [DATA EXPUNGED]. I know that data shouldn't be expunged for us, but the old files are corrupted and I'm unable to recover the full clearance files. — O5-12 I speculate that O5-3 has been infected for a while due to the progression of her now noticeable symptoms. If O5-3 continues her work, at her current rate, she will completely lose control over her cognitive functions. This message is to request your respective insights as to whether or not O5-3 is to be removed from her position. — O5-12 Overseers come and go. I've been here long enough to know that we can always find someone better for the job. — O5-1 If O5-3 has always been affected, then her performance is normal. I see no reason to remove her from office. — O5-2 O5-3 has been here longer than all of us except O5-1. The old guard is disappearing, and we need their expertise as long as we can hold on to it. — O5-4 The years have not been generous to her position. Indeed, she is nowhere near as irreplaceable as she may have once been. — O5-5 O5-3 has served honorably and dutifully for more than seven decades. I believe it is only right that she be allowed to spend her final years in peace. — O5-6 I always felt there was something off about her. — O5-7 I fail to see why O5-3 should be removed from her position by principle alone. Has she not proven herself to the Foundation time and time again? — O5-8 Are we seriously considering allowing a potentially cognitively impaired centennial to remain in a position of power at the Foundation? To perform its primary functions, the Foundation must remain ahead of the modern world, rather than stuck in the past. — O5-9 As the newest member to the council, I have not known O5-3 for very long. But within the short time I've been acquainted with her, I have observed how crucial her presence is to the council and Foundation as a whole. We need her here. — O5-10 O5-3 cannot be removed from office. She has always been a mediator between the extremes; I fear that should she leave, a violent schism will split our Foundation in two as it has before. — O5-11 There is precedence for removing an O5 from office by the principle of anomalous property alone. It is no question that an O5 with a cognitive impairment due to an anomalous infection must be removed from office. — O5-13 Proposal: O5-3 is to be relieved of her duties. O5 Yea Nay O5-1 ✗ O5-2 ✗ O5-4 ✗ O5-5 ✗ O5-6 ✗ O5-7 ✗ O5-8 ✗ O5-9 ✗ O5-10 ✗ O5-11 ✗ O5-13 ✗ Conclusion: As O5-3's symptoms have not hindered her ability to perform her duties to date, O5-3 will remain part of the Overseer Council until rendered unable to work. O5-12 To: O5-3 Details Re: Retirement April 13th, 2018 at 8:40 PM O5-3 To: O5-12 Details Retirement April 12th, 2018 at 9:02 PM Max, As I'm sure you know, I've been working here for quite a long time. I was here when Hoover was in office; some of the others weren't even alive then. I've spent the better half of a lifetime securing, containing, and protecting. I've been cold, when I needed to, because I told myself that I was doing this for humanity. Well now, I'm old and tired, Max. I'd like to spend my last few years with my daughter and grandchildren, apart from the Foundation and the anomalous world. I'd like to experience the humanity that I've been protecting for so long. Of course, I'm due to use 006 again in a few weeks, and I've decided that I don't want to keep going. That's why I'm asking for your help to retire completely, so that my family won't be monitored by Foundation operatives 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. I'm asking for your help to let me return to the normal world. I couldn't be there for Rick. My duties will not keep me from Lucy anymore. She's grown, but I am still her mother. Mary Eliot O5-3 Mary, O53votes.txt I'm sorry. I tried. Maxwell McKenna O5-12 |
SCP-5096 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5096 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5096 is to be stored in a modified Class-7 Biological Containment Cell within Site-08. This cell is to have all life support equipment1 removed and retrofitted with a 5-meter-tall concrete pedestal for SCP-5096 to rest upon. SCP-5096 is to be kept at least 3 meters from all soil and other forms of particulate silicate matter and is to be kept at least 50 meters from living organisms belonging to the phylum Annelida2and the phylum Arthropoda.3 Two weeks following a GARDEN-PARTY event, SCP-5096’s cell is to be cleaned of the remains of all SCP-5096-2 instances present. SCP-5096-2 instances displaying properties previously undocumented will be retained for further study; all other instances are to be brought to a standard Biological Containment cell for storage. SCP-5096 prior to containment. Description: SCP-5096 refers to a singular painted lady butterfly (Vanessa cardui Rhopalocera). SCP-5096 can manifest an entomology book titled 'Life of Insects: The Study and Story Behind Entomology' by Jane Woodsburrow (designated SCP-5096-1). SCP-5096 is capable of turning the pages of SCP-5096-1 via the flapping of its wings. When SCP-5096-1 is opened, the environment depicted on the chosen page will manifest. (Ex: A page about the average earthworm will result in the manifestation of soil and grass.) If SCP-5096 is introduced to soil or other forms of particulate silicate matter, SCP-5096 will produce a number of duplicates of itself (designated SCP-5096-2). When introduced to any organism belonging to the phylum Annelida or the phylum Arthropoda, the entire vicinity around SCP-5096 will transform into that of outdoor scenery (though will remain indoors), and instances of SCP-5096-2 will metamorphosize into organisms belonging to the phylum Annelida or the phylum Arthropoda (designated GARDEN-PARTY event). The effects of a GARDEN-PARTY event will persist even if the organisms introduced to SCP-5096 are removed. A GARDEN-PARTY event will last for approximately two weeks before SCP-5096-2 instances are able to be removed. It is of note that this event does not occur if SCP-5096 interacts with soil that manifests along with the environments depicted in SCP-5096-1. Addendum-1: SCP-5096-1 Excerpts Page Number: 23 Page Contents: The habitat and behavior of the American Cockroach (periplaneta americana). Effect: A small portion of SCP-5096's cell transforms to wet cement and stone resembling a house garage. Half-eaten food items are scattered across the pavement, as well as nine cockroaches scavenging said food. SCP-5096 flutters over to each cockroach, aiding each one in the retrieval of a food item. SCP-5096 stays in the affected area until SCP-5096-1 is closed. Additional Notes: Handwritten notes in the margin of page 29 reading: 'A lot of people hate cockroaches, but I just love these little guys. I try to help them get food whenever I can. And they only want shelter from the rain! Why would you squish the poor creatures? Bugs are more like us than you'd think, I know you don't like being hungry in the rain.' Page Number: 40 Page Contents: The behaviors of the Average Honey Bee (Apis mellifera). Effect: A large tree trunk with a honey bee hive located within a large central hollow manifests along with several rocks and a small grassy area. SCP-5096 flutters around the hive, but remains carefully outside of the bees' detection for approximately two minutes before SCP-5096-1 is closed. Additional Notes: Handwritten notes in the margin of page 40 reading: 'I like bees. Bees are calm. I like calm. Many think bees are dangerous, but they don't want to hurt you. They want to help you! They want your garden to be the best it can be! I guess I'm like them in that way. I spend lots of time in my garden watching them. You should let bees help.' Page Number: 67 Page Contents: The habitat, behaviors, and background of the Drugstore Beetle (Stegobium paniceum). Effect: A small section of SCP-5096's cell transforms into dry tile with a large open bag of dry dog food. Several dozen drugstore beetles can be seen within, scavenging the food. SCP-5096 flutters above the affected area, then flies away from it. Additional Notes: Handwritten notes in the margin of page 67 reading: 'Man, those drugstore beetles are quite the thing aren't they? There's a whole lot of them. You know the name comes from the fact that they like to feed upon pharmacological products such as dried herbs and plants. Haha, that's pretty cool! Most people think they're a nuisance, but I think they're just like us. I've been eating more outdoor things recently, but that's fine! Gives me more time to observe and document for this book.' Page Number: 115 Page Contents: The habitat, behaviors, and information about the painted lady butterfly (Vanessa cardui Rhopalocera). Effect: All of SCP-5096's cell transforms to mimic that of a backyard-like area typically found in temperate climates, including trees, a patio-style porch against the wall with a door, grass, flowers, and daytime sky. No other insects manifest. SCP-5096 flutters around the entirety of its cell for approximately five minutes before landing on a stack of papers lying in the grass. The effects of SCP-5096-1 demanifest approximately seven minutes after it is closed. Additional Notes: Handwritten notes in the margin of page 115 reading: 'You guys get to see a bit of where I grew up, ey? Technically I'm just talking about butterflies here, but I mean I guess I connect to that now. It's a wonder I've still been able to write in here. But how will I share this? There are a million books about insects out there, but you'll never find someone more passionate about it than me. I'll still spread the message, I'll get there somehow.' Addendum-2: Approximately two months after the discovery of SCP-5096, the home of Jane Woodsburrow was found vacated, and is believed to be associated with SCP-5096. Within the home, an indoor butterfly enclosure with multiple butterflies inside was found. Next to this was a collection of notes. Hello! You're trying to write a book about insects! Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ You don't have to freak out, I'm a butterfly, not a ghost! See? I'm right here! Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ I can't understand what you're saying. I can only interpret written text. But I have a general feel of emotions. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Uh, okay, hi? Hello to you too! Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ How do you know about me? I mean, how do I even know whether or not this is real? It's real! I can feel your love of insects, and I want to share that with others. But…I'm a butterfly, so I don't know how to talk to people… Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ But you can talk to me. You're different from others. More insect than human. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ I'm not entirely sure what that means. But um, I'm writing a book about insects and other similar creatures. I guess you could help me with that. Let me find something else for us to write on. Man, I still had some note cards left in this stack. So now that we're finished, I guess I should try to look through publishers again. Why not let nature be your publisher? Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ What do you mean? Mother nature and I are friends! We could share this book in a different way, if you're willing to become a little bit more like me. I can make this book really magical and fully immerse readers! Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ You don't actually mean, become a butterfly? Why can't you just make the book magic, with a non-butterfly me? Butterflies work in mysterious ways, Jane! Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Oddly enough, I can find a peace in that. What do you mean? Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ I mean, I'm just another human that nobody really pays attention to. But I guess living like you could help me do what I want to do. Butterflies can travel all sorts of places. My message would finally be out there. Exactly! We can share our message together. "Well, at least it's my motto. Butterflies grow, change and find happiness, and I want everyone to be able to experience that.. Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Footnotes 1. E.g. automatic feeding units and climate control systems. 2. Ringworms and Segmented worms. 3. Insects, crustaceans, arachnids, centipedes, and scorpions. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5096" by DianaBerry, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5096. Licensed under CC-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: butterfly Name: File:Vanessa cardui on Lavandula angustifolia-2459.jpg Author: Vanessa cardui License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: https://commons.m.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Vanessa_cardui_on_Lavandula_angustifolia-2459.jpg |
SCP-5097 | esoteric-class | Anomaly №: SCP-5097 Threat Level: Green Special Containment Procedures: In the event SCP-5097 returns to reality, it is to be severely reprimanded and placed in a humanoid containment cell. The note SCP-5097 left behind is currently held in an Anomalous Items locker. Description: SCP-5097 is Senior Researcher Kassidy Kara, a former member of the Unreality Department1. On 4/8/2020, Dr. Kara removed themself from baseline reality and temporally ceased existing. Discovery Log: SCP-5097 was discovered after Foundation .aic units detected a sudden loss of data associated with Dr. Kara2 at 9:58 PM on 4/9/2020. At the same time, several personnel acquainted with Dr. Kara had noticed their lack of activity around the Site, and could neither access past e-mails with Dr. Kara nor send them new ones. An investigation was launched, revealing their private quarters contained only a handwritten note on their desk (see Addendum). Whom it was addressed to is unknown. Automated extranormal detection programs deployed by Site Command were able to recognize several residual olf3 fluctuations that had occurred within Dr. Kara's quarters. From the readings, a timeline of these fluctuations was established, revealing Dr. Kara had separated themself from baseline reality on 4/8/2020, at approximately 4:25 AM. Dr. Kara was designated as SCP-5097 on 4/10/2020, and its containment procedures were officialized shortly after. Addendum: The note left by SCP-5097. Sorry, but I really just didn't feel like coming into work today. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5097" by VoidLady, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5097. Licensed under CC-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. Up until their classification as SCP-5097, Dr. Kara had worked under the Foundation for 6 years. 2. Their personnel file was the first to be detected as missing. Their reports on multiple anomalies were found to be blanked shortly after, followed by their SCiPnet account becoming invalid. 3. Hypothetical measurements used to quantify anti-dimensions or anti-spacetime phenomena within a given system. Olf values closer to 0 operate similarly to our reality. |
SCP-5098 | euclid | 3/5098 LEVEL 3/5098 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5098 Euclid SCP-5098 after initial recovery. Special Containment Procedures: As of █/█/20██, SCP-5098 is to be worn by SCP-5098-1 at all times, unless stated otherwise by at least one Level 4/5098 senior researcher. SCP-5098-1 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber with standard furnishings with allowed access to a Foundation-issued smartphone provided with SCiPNET servers. A set of shell accounts operated by allocated Foundation web bots have been programmed to interact SCP-5098's Instagram account on a regular basis. + See Archived Containment Procedures - Close SCP-5098 is to be kept in low-threat anomalous storage at Site-27 when it is not being used for testing. SCP-5098-1 is to be kept in cryogenic storage at Site-59. When comatose, SCP-5098-1 does not appear to require basic human necessities (i.e. food, water, sleep). SCP-5098's anomalous properties currently only manifest when worn by a specific unidentified young adult human female (designated SCP-5098-1). Description: SCP-5098 is a True Craft clothing brand pink-colored denim-style jacket which projects a spectral entity identified as ‘x.oPrincessBattyx.o.’ SCP-5098's anomalous properties currently only manifest when worn by a specific unidentified young adult human female (designated SCP-5098-1). SCP-5098-1 perceives itself and specific other objects in a form differently from how they actually appear. When through the lens of any device capable of photography, objects will showcase how they are viewed by SCP-5098-1. A picture taken by SCP-5098-1 of a standard glass of milk. A picture taken by SCP-5098-1 of a standard bowl of chicken noodle soup. A picture taken by SCP-5098-1 of its containment cell. A picture taken by SCP-5098-1 of a storage room. A picture taken by SCP-5098-1 of itself. A picture of SCP-5098-1 recovered from its former home. When SCP-5098 and SCP-5098-1 are separated for more than three consecutive days, any persons which have interacted with or have been informed of SCP-5098 in any way will lose all memories involving it. (See Addendum-3) SCP-5098-1 will only discuss its anomaly if previously messaged about it over the social media platform Instagram. This method is utilized every time SCP-5098-1 is tested or interviewed. Addendum-1: Interview Log Date: █/█/20██ Subject: SCP-5098-1 Interviewer: Dr. Remi ‘Chameleon’ Yutaka [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Chameleon: Good morning SCP-5— SCP-5098-1: And to you, too! It is sooo nice that you wanted to meet up with me. You’ve got a really nice place here! I'm sure my fans will looove it. So! Were you thinking about a collab, or something? I love sponsors with personality. SCP-5! What a cute nickname! But I’ve already got one, haha. You can call me Princess. It's what my followers call me. Dr. Chameleon: That…that isn’t what this is. This is an interview. Could you answer some questions- SCP-5098-1: Oh, is this like a makeup thing? That’s probably why you’ve got it in displays everywhere, L-O-L! So…a science lab is your theme? And, by the way, your color-changing skin is such a cuuute touch! Dr. Chameleon: Well…thank you, I suppose. Yes, science could be considered our "theme". Now, a few questions? SCP-5098-1, when did you first become interested in photography? (SCP-5098-1 stays silent for forty-five seconds before answering.) SCP-5098-1: Sorry, name doesn’t register. I’m sure someone could direct you to that page, but please refrain from littering my comments. Thanks! (SCP-5098-1 tilts its head and smiles, imitating a heart shape with its hands.) Dr. Chameleon: I was speaking to you; your designation is now SCP-5098-1. SCP-5098-1: That's…not something I go by. But, if this is part of the whole theme, I'm willing to roll with it for now. So…photography! (Shrugs) My whole life, honestly. Pictures really help capture a person's life! Do you like to take pictures? Ooh! What's your account? I need to follow you- Dr. Chameleon: My name is Dr. Chameleon, you can call me Chameleon. How does photography capture your life personally? SCP-5098-1: (Clears throat) You interrupted me. Rude. But it's fine! I suppose I did it too. And these are some weird questions. I mean I suppose you want to come off as authentic. I try to be as authentic as I can, so yay! I like showing pictures of my pets, my cute outfits, my makeup, the yummy foods I eat, pretty aesthetic stuff, things like that! All of it shows a piece of who I am! There are so many people that get pissed off because I started taking sponsors. They think I'm not being "real" anymore. Ugh. I am being real! I'm always real! So! What should I say about your brand to my followers? Dr. Chameleon: SCP-5098-1, allow me to clear this up for you. You are here to be contained due to anomalous properties, and not to have your account sponsored. You will only gain access to your account as-needed for testing purposes. SCP-5098-1: (Laughs) What? You've already said what your theme is. Oh, and…by anomalous do you mean, like, anomalously fun or cute, as, like, a compliment? And why would you joke about restricting my account? Dr. Chameleon: I'm afraid to say I'm not joking. This is not a brand deal for your Instagram. This is a containment and research facility. From what we've observed, you seem to be an entity that projects onto an unidentified female individual when she wears a specific jacket. You are contained here because of your anomalous properties, which include taking pictures that reflect appearances of objects different from reality. SCP-5098-1: An entity? What, like a ghost or something? Dr. Chameleon: That is unimportant. SCP-5098-1: Fine. But the pictures I take of things are not fucking (Air quotations) "different". When you take a picture of something, the picture is what the thing you took a photo of looks like! Same for me! Dr. Chameleon: We are trying to understand you, SCP-5098-1. Compliance would be helpful; you just need to work with us. Starting by explaining how you cause pictures to appear different- SCP-5098-1: I already told you. It's not fucking different. Dr. Chameleon: Please, SCP-5098-1. This- SCP-5098-1: Nah, I'm done. I'm logging off to take off some steam. Get back to me later. Byeeee! (SCP-5098-1 makes a 'peace' symbol with it fingers, then removes SCP-5098, falling limp.) [END LOG] Addendum-2: Incident 5098-A On █/█/20██, personnel who previously interacted with SCP-5098-1 began to perceive objects in the same way as described by SCP-5098-1, with a consistent belief that their perception was consistent with baseline reality. Dr. Chameleon remained the only unaffected staff member assigned to SCP-5098. The following is a video log regarding incident 5098-A recorded on █/█/20██. VIDEO LOG Foreword: Dr. Chameleon entered SCP-5098-1's containment chamber with no scheduled event to do so. <Begin Log> (Dr. Chameleon enters SCP-5098-1's containment chamber, then points angrily at SCP-5098-1.) Dr. Chameleon: What did you do? (SCP-5098-1 is flipping through a generic fashion magazine. It turns its head towards Dr. Chameleon.) SCP-5098-1: I didn't do anything. I've been sitting here, since you won't let me have my account so I can't influence anyone. I didn't break any rules! It's so no fair to ban me from the platform. Dr. Chameleon: I'd disagree. Everyone is seeing things…different. This room doesn't have pink walls, they're solid metal! It's a small room with basic furnishings. You don't have a couch, or a TV. You have long, brown hair, and you are wearing an orange Foundation sweatshirt with grey sweat pants, plus and your damn pink jacket. You don't have short pink hair. You're not wearing fishnet leggings with boots and a skirt, or whatever. I can see that! Why the fuck can't anyone else anymore? SCP-5098-1: (Scoffs) A bit unprofessional there doc. I thought this was a big fancy science lab. Dr. Chameleon: Really SCP-5098-1? Really? You don't have the right to be questioning me here. (SCP-5098-1 throws its magazine to the ground, standing up from its bed.) SCP-5098-1: My name is Princess! (Making air quotations) "SCP-5098-1" does not operate this account, please look elsewhere for her. Stop spamming my comment section. Dr. Chameleon: I was talking to you— You know what? Fine, Princess, why can't anyone else perceive things correctly anymore? SCP-5098-1: (Clicks tongue) You really need to stop misspelling my username, doc. Anyways, I literally don't know what you're talking about. (Sitting back down) You're the only one who's ever thought I was "different". Dr. Chameleon: I was the only one verbal about it. Everyone thought it, because everyone knew it. SCP-5098-1: If everyone is seeing things "the way I do" and you're the only one seeing things differently, wouldn't it be you that's (Makes air quotes) "anomalous"? Dr. Chameleon: (Sighs) Why am I getting so worked up about this? You're the one that didn't want to believe all this! Why am I even talking to you about this? Now I'm even…acting…like…you. SCP-5098-1: (Smiling) I do love talking to my fans! The best thing about my account is that I get to influence people to see things more positively! Maybe I don't have the account on my phone, but I am my account. (Shrugs) My message will get out somehow. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Chameleon contacted Site Director Moon Lunar, and was granted permission to remove SCP-5098 from SCP-5098-1. Once SCP-5098 and SCP-5098-1 were separated, all affected personnel were no longer affected by SCP-5098-1. SCP-5098 and SCP-5098-1 are to be contained separately until further notice. Dr. Chameleon is to be removed from project 5098 due to lack of professional behavior. We've decided she will not work with humanoids for awhile. -Site Director Moon Lunar Addendum-3: Incident 5098-B SCP-5098 and SCP-5098-1 were contained separately from 04/04/20██ to 28/10/20██. During this period, any persons which had interacted with, or been informed of SCP-5098 in any way, lost all memories involving it, including containment procedures, interviews, and all other documentation. This was discovered when Junior Researcher Oscar Street, who had never been informed of SCP-5098, discovered SCP-5098's documentation. SCP-5098 and SCP-5098-1 were reunited, automatically reversing the effects. Further testing demonstrated three consecutive days is the longest period SCP-5098 and SCP-5098-1 can be separated without this effect occurring. Further testing was designed to test the limits of SCP-5098's anitmemetic properties. An automated system installed into SCP-5098 team's work-issued laptops was programmed to ask the team once every 12 hrs following separation if they personally worked on SCP-5098. After 72 hrs, all researchers universally answered "no" despite successfully recalling the information 12 hours before. Further refinement of timing over the final 12 hour interval confirmed the onset of the effect does not take place until after 72 hours have passed, regardless of how recently the knowledge was successfully recalled. SCP-5098-1 was provided with a standard Foundation-issue smartphone with access to its Instagram account once all its followers were tracked down, amnestied, and replaced with shell accounts operated by Foundation web bots. Containment procedures have been updated to reflect this change. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5098" by DianaBerry, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5098. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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