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SCP-5303 | euclid | SCP-5303 Item #: SCP-5303 Level 3/5303 Confidential Discovery location of SCP-5303. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5303 is to be housed in a Standard Humanoid Containment Chamber. One D-Class personnel linked to SCP-5303's sense of sight is to remain in the chamber, allowing for SCP-5303 to see its surroundings. This D-Class is not allowed to interact with SCP-5303 further. Description: SCP-5303 is a mute 1.6 meter tall female humanoid, the eye sockets of which are covered with skin. SCP-5303 is capable of seeing by hijacking the sense of sight from nearby individuals, allowing it to see from their perspective. Subjects under this effect are incapable of seeing their surroundings, and will instead perceive white light. Subjects will auditorily perceive the thoughts of SCP-5303 in this state, although a majority of its thoughts are unintelligible and incohesive. Comprehensible thoughts show that SCP-5303 has prominent feelings of romantic loneliness. Personnel around SCP-5303 often report experiencing sensations of scopaesthesia1. These claims are currently under investigation. Addendum 5303-1 — Discovery: SCP-5303 was discovered on 2020/02/29, after a civilian hunter reported a sighting of a female without eyes or eye sockets in a Utah forest grove. Following this, Foundation agents cordoned off the area and placed an observation camera at the location to investigate the credibility of these reports. At 20:04:30 on the same date, local college student Carl Neigiecie broke the perimeter and entered the surveillance area. The following was then recorded: <BEGIN LOG> (Neigiecie sits on a tree branch for two minutes, appearing to be nervous. SCP-5303 emerges from an adjacent hole between several tree-roots, along with a large quantity of smoke.) Neigiecie: You're here! (Neigiecie stands. SCP-5303 walks over to Neigiecie, stopping in front of him.) Neigiecie: Finally. Now, okay, I know it's been long, I know. I've missed you. You missed me too? (SCP-5303 remains still.) Neigiecie: (Chuckles.) You've always not been much of a talker. (Pause.) Wait, shoot, I wrote a poem! I spent a bit on it, it's… it's not too good. But it's about you, I wrote it about you. (Neigiecie searches through his backpack. He becomes panicked, and dumps its contents on the ground. At this point, observing Foundation agents notice this event and begin their approach to its location.) Neigiecie: It's… it's not here! Did I— did I drop it? No, my bag was zipped, I couldn't have… I left it home maybe, I can run and get it! It's not too good but you may like it, you may, if you like bad poems, that is. (Neigiecie chuckles, and then starts to head out of frame. He abruptly stops and turns around.) Neigiecie: Really? (Neigiecie stumbles back towards SCP-5303, tripping over a tree branch in the process. He regains his footing, standing in front of SCP-5303.) Neigiecie: I may… well, I may need to see for this. (Pause.) Neigiecie: Well… if you insist. (Neigiecie puckers his lips, leaning towards SCP-5303.) (28 pairs of disembodied eyes appear in the air around Neigiecie, staring at him. The eyes occasionally make brief glances at SCP-5303. SCP-5303 smirks and moves away from Neigiecie. Neigiecie disappears, leaving only his eyes behind. His eyes quickly dart in all directions, staring at the other eyes, and at SCP-5303.) (Agents reach the location, immediately shooting SCP-5303 with a tranquilizer gun. It collapses, and the eyes begin demanifesting one pair at time. Neigiecie's eyes stare at the agents, quivering slightly, before demanifesting.) <END LOG> Investigation of SCP-5303's entry point showed nothing of interest remaining. SCP-5303 was then placed into Site-24 containment, where it has passively remained since. Neigiecie's disappearance was dismissed to the public as a ordinary missing persons case. Subsequent investigation of Neigiecie's college dormitory room found a small journal on his desk, the last page of which is believed to be directly describing SCP-5303: Brown tree-root hair grows from sandy skin Where your eyes are not, I see my love begin Your smooth voice in my head, like a calming wave When I'm you, I feel there's so much to save With you in my sight, I don't mind You can have my eyes, anytime Footnotes 1. The sensation of being watched. |
SCP-5304 | keter | Item#: SCP-5304 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawler SIGMA-09-XEGEL is to monitor the Google Maps database for reviews of SCP-5304. Standard information suppression measures should be enacted to remove these reviews. Containment Update 4/8/2020: MTF Sigma-14 ("REDDIT MENACE") is to monitor and suppress online discussion of SCP-5304. Cover Story APOSTRA-φ “Collaborative Fiction” is to be disseminated to reduce public interest in SCP-5304 whenever discussion of the phenomenon occurs online. Containment Update 23/8/2020: Two additional specialized webcrawlers (SIGMA-10-REMOVEDDIT and SIGMA-11-ERADICATEDDIT) have been deployed to monitor for the presence of SCP-5304 keywords. Any online discussion of SCP-5304 should be removed from civilian access as early as possible after discovery. Visual antimemetic agents should be deployed as deemed necessary. Containment Update 6/9/2020: In the event that civilians attempt to travel to or approach the building designated as SCP-5304, MTF Sigma-14 agents are to deter entry by any means necessary. Description: SCP-5304 is the persistent phenomenon of the internet location service Google Maps labeling an abandoned storage building in West Virginia as “SCP Foundation - Site 50”. No such site is, nor ever has been, owned by the Foundation. The phenomenon is anomalously resistant to information suppression techniques; all efforts aimed at removing the designation of "SCP Foundation - Site 50" or reducing its visibility have been unsuccessful. In addition, all attempts at isolating the IP address of the person or persons maintaining this designation have been unsuccessful. This effect is compounded by the fact that current suppression technology does not allow the instantaneous removal of sensitive information from civilian web services, including Google; at present, reviews of SCP-5304 remain accessible to civilian browsers for an average of 48 hours before removal by embedded Foundation agents. The improvement of current information suppression protocol is considered a high priority. Investigation into the origin, nature, and purpose of SCP-5304 is ongoing. Addendum 5304-1: Discovery Foundation webcrawler SIGMA-09-XEGEL registered sensitive keywords in the Google Maps service on 30/7/2020. SIGMA-09-XEGEL attempted to forcibly remove the location designation; when it was unable to do so, it alerted Site-15 researchers to the anomaly. After all manual attempts at removal were unsuccessful, SCP-5304 was deemed a priority due to information security concerns, classified, and issued its current containment procedures. Preliminary examination of the building subject to the SCP-5304 phenomenon revealed it to be a non-anomalous storage facility, showing signs of having been abandoned for upwards of twenty years. At the time of containment, no civilian visits to the Google Maps location labeled "SCP Foundation - Site 50" had been recorded. Addendum 5304-2 A theorized memetic effect of SCP-5304 has resulted in public interest in SCP-5304 steadily increasing, despite strict adherence to information suppression protocol. Numerous observations provide evidence for this conclusion: a marked uptick in traffic to the address of SCP-5304, an increase in reviews posted to SCP-5304, and the creation of threads discussing the phenomenon on minor forums pertaining to conspiracy theories. Creation of a dedicated Mobile Task Force is pending approval. Analysis of these observations suggested the involvement of GoI-5869 (“Gamers Against Weed”). The following are chat logs relevant to the origin of SCP-5304. gaycopmp4 Today at 4:28 PM yo check this shit out https://www.google.com/maps/place/SCP+Foundation+-+Site+50/@40.2838326,-80.600307,142m/data=!3m2!1e3!4b1!4m5!3m4!1s0x883433802d2fc66d:0xabc910f9ed4ce48c!8m2!3d40.2838316!4d-80.5997598 lesbian_gengar Today at 4:28 PM i am absolutely not clicking that hetcopogg Today at 4:29 PM HA oh my god no its fine click it lesbian_gengar Today at 4:29 PM ? hetcopogg Today at 4:29 PM look at this shit lesbian_gengar Today at 4:29 PM no one's ever going to notice this. gaycopmp4 Today at 4:30 PM i know but i stopped by here on my way to ██████ and had the idea and it was easier than shit i barely even needed to tech any shit up other than the usual cloaking shit google really just lets you say whatever you want on here hetcopogg Today at 4:30 PM wait wait wait guys leave a bunch of stupid reviews @here leave a bunch of stupid reviews lesbian_gengar Today at 4:30 PM hey come on TrainerDP Today at 4:30 PM bro hetcopogg Today at 4:30 PM sorry gaycopmp4 Today at 4:31 PM vore vore-tracker Today at 4:31 PM @gaycopmp4 referenced the forbidden word, setting the counter back to 0. I'll wait a half hour before warning you again. The server went 4 days, 10 hours, 15 minutes, and 23 seconds without mentioning it. lesbian_gengar Today at 4:31 PM augh. Note: "vore-tracker" is known in Foundation communications as OMEGA-355144450437021697, a dedicated GoI-5869 chat monitor and log scraper bot. Incident 5304-1 On 22/8/2020, SIGMA-09-XEGEL alerted Site-15 to the presence of a direct link to SCP-5304 on the social network website "Reddit". Containment procedures were assessed and updated accordingly. + Display Archived SCP-5304 Discussion - Access Granted During the 62-hour period before the post was removed by embedded Foundation agents, Cover Story APOSTRA-φ “Collaborative Fiction” was deployed to mitigate the breach. Efficacy was variable. Addendum 5304-3: Logs of notable information security breaches, compiled as evidence of a possible impending BK-Class "Broken Masquerade" scenario. + Display Archived SCP-5304 Discussion - Access Granted Addendum 5304-4: OMEGA-355144450437021697 registered further discussion of SCP-5304 in a GoI-5869-affiliated chat room. The following are chat logs of this discussion. solidsnakeasscheekannihilator Today at 3:24 AM mgs2 gackt baby lesbian_gengar Today at 3:28 AM hey @gaycopmp4 the janitors are freaking out over your last thing gaycopmp4 Today at 3:29 AM what huh which one lesbian_gengar Today at 3:29 AM yeah i was surprised too gaycopmp4 Today at 3:29 AM no serioulsy i dont remember do you mean the site 50 thing???? lesbian_gengar Today at 3:29 AM the google maps—yeah gaycopmp4 Today at 3:30 AM ha ha oh my fucking god are yuo serious i completely forgot i did that lesbian_gengar Today at 3:30 AM they're really losing their marbles over it though. gaycopmp4 Today at 3:31 AM on god??? lesbian_gengar Today at 3:31 AM on g-d. ik you've been busy lately but they're just whackamoleing everyone that breathes funny but they can't do it fast enough so it's like bam bam bam deleted bam bam bam bam deleted hetcopogg Today at 3:32 AM PFFFTTTTTT HAAAAA fuckin trolled i guess gaycopmp4 Today at 3:33 AM this is sincerely fucking killing meeeeeee "hello yes i am a normal internet user definitely not a fed" hetcopogg Today at 3:33 AM "please disregard hte obvious government secrets. just one Redditor to another guys" "you can trust me guys my account was made two minutes ago and it's a bunch of random numbers" gaycopmp4 Today at 3:33 AM i put like 2 minutes of effort into this and the janitors r out here clowning on themselves this is fantastic actually solidsnakeasscheekannihilator Today at 3:33 AM poggers gaycopmp4 Today at 3:34 AM poggers hetcopogg Today at 3:34 AM poggers Incident 5304-2 On 6/9/2020, the popular channel "N████" on the video sharing site “YouTube” uploaded a video discussing the SCP-5304 phenomenon. The video received 276,351 views and 2,976 comments before embedded Foundation agents were able to remove the video from public access; plans to remove the "N████" channel from public access via continuous false DMCA strikes are underway. + Display Archived SCP-5304 Discussion - Access Granted Armed MTF Sigma-14 agents have been preemptively dispatched to the building at SCP-5304's coordinates. Addendum 5304-3: OMEGA-355144450437021697 logged the following discussion of SCP-5304 in a GoI-5869-affiliated chat room prior to becoming compromised. lesbian_gengar Today at 12:14 PM so guess the fuck what guys. solidsnakeasscheekannihilator Today at 12:16 PM huh hetcopogg Today at 12:16 PM whassup lesbian_gengar Today at 12:17 PM i found our mole of the week. it's fucking vorebot. vore-tracker Today at 12:17 PM @lesbian_gengar referenced the forbidden word, setting the counter back to 0. I'll wait a half hour before warning you again. The server went 8 days, 3 hours, 52 minutes, and 4 seconds without mentioning it. lesbian_gengar Today at 12:17 PM oh shut the fuck up you rat bastard piece of shit hetcopogg Today at 12:18 PM how do we know thats true and not just you wanting an excuse to ban it 😳 gaycopmp4 Today at 12:19 PM no its true i ran a lookup 😔 hetcopogg Today at 12:19 PM aw shit. farewell to vorebot vore-tracker Today at 12:19 PM @hetcopogg referenced the forbidden word, setting the counter back to 0. I'll wait a half hour before warning you again. The server went 0 days, 0 hours, 2 minutes, and 56 seconds without mentioning it. solidsnakeasscheekannihilator Today at 12:19 PM o7 lol gaycopmp4 Today at 12:20 PM o7 lesbian_gengar Today at 12:20 PM good riddance. gaycopmp4 Today at 12:21 PM any last words to the janitors before i do the bot thing hetcopogg Today at 12:21 PM yall just gotta ruin everything thats fun huh. solidsnakeasscheekannihilator Today at 12:21 PM we had a good run but snitches get stitches lesbian_gengar Today at 12:23 PM oh, and one more thing: google the streisand effect you bunch a dipshits. gaycopmp4 Today at 12:25 PM B0TK1LLERFORCEOPEN_WORKING_WORKING4REAL_FINAL.bat 2.71 MB At this point, OMEGA-355144450437021697 was forcefully ejected from the chatroom. Examination after this event revealed that its source code had been replaced with 600 identical lines of plaintext, all of which read the following: Stop Cbeing Pweird |
SCP-5305 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5305 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5305 is to be housed in a standard humanoid containment cell within Site-17. Cranial MRI scans are to be performed weekly to observe any changes in SCP-5305-2. The genetic offspring of SCP-5305-1 are to receive cranial monitoring as part of their regular medical check-ups. Description: SCP-5305-1 is the individual formerly known as Mark Budd: a 42-year-old male from Lincoln, United Kingdom. In place of a large section of the anterior cingulate cortex, SCP-5305-1's brain contains a cartilaginous cage-like structure.1 The brain structure of SCP-5305-1 is otherwise non-anomalous and functions within acceptable parameters. SCP-5305-2 is the designation given to a humanoid entity residing within this cage structure. MRI scans indicate that SCP-5305-2 is roughly 20mm tall and is organic in nature. While evidence suggests that SCP-5305-2 can see and hear via SCP-5305-1, all attempts at direct communication have been unsuccessful. SCP-5305 was discovered at Lincoln County Hospital when SCP-5305-1 was admitted with a suspected brain hemorrhage. MRI scanning revealed the presence of SCP-5305-2, and SCP-5305 was taken into Foundation custody. Interview #1: SCP-5305-1 Interviewed: SCP-5305-1 Interviewer: Dr. Marcella Bell <Begin Log> Dr. Bell: SCP-5305-1, can you tell me when you first became aware of your condition? SCP-5305-1: I guess it all started when I was fifteen; maybe sixteen. It was different back then. Like… my head was too heavy somewhere here. [ SCP-5305-1 presses an area of its forehead approximately 5cm above the bridge of its nose ] SCP-5305-1: The doctors said it was stress headaches. They gave me some pills but they never did anything. It went away for a while. Or… I don't know, maybe I got used to it. But then, when it came back… so much worse. Like you wouldn't believe. I thought something was hammering away at my brain. Like it was ripping my head apart from the inside. I gave up rugby; I couldn't watch my favourite shows. I stopped going out to see my friends. I just… lay in bed all day staring at the walls. But then, sometimes it would all just stop. [ SCP-5305-1 shifts in its chair and smiles momentarily. ] SCP-5305-1: The first time I can remember… I'd gone downstairs to fetch a glass of water, I think. Mum had left some music playing, some shitty classic rock. It was echoing round my skull until suddenly it… stopped. So weird. I stood there, swaying to the music. Not enjoying it, like, but the silence inside my head was beautiful. I stood there for one song, then another. A whole album of it probably. Just there in the silence. There were other times after that. A news report would come on, or I'd catch a look of a painting or some bit of pretentious prose and it'd all… stop. You know? I started walking around art galleries; the cathedral; staring at old junk for hours. I didn't get it – the paintings or how it worked. I didn't care. As long as it kept on working, right? I took on a job as a museum guide and spent my lunch hour there staring at the exhibitions. My boss thought I was a nutter. It didn't last. After a while, the same old paintings didn't cut it. It built back up – an ache here and a throb there. Honestly, it scared me shitless. I couldn't go back to how it was. That wasn't living. So I went to libraries. I found new books to sit and stare at just to get a minute's break. I'd just sit and turn the pages when it started hurting - didn't matter if I read the words or not, just as long as I was staring. It was different when I was with her. That first time I saw her face, I was sitting with a book of poems. The pain stopped when she touched my shoulder – and when she spoke… She said it was her favourite. I think. I barely heard her over the rush. Like my brain was singing on the inside. You can't understand unless you've felt it. Afterwards, I ached to be around her. Or… something did. The books, the art, the music - for weeks, none of it made a bit of difference. I didn't go to work. I couldn't sleep or eat. The ache bit into my brain and nothing that I did even touched it. I had to find her! Do you understand? I didn't love her but couldn't live without her. I needed - [ SCP-5305-1 pauses for a moment. It wipes its nose and lips with its sleeve before continuing. ] Dr. Bell: Please continue, SCP-5305-1. SCP-5305-1: It was two more weeks before I found her. Just seeing her face made the hammering stop. Seeing her was the best thing I'd ever felt. We dated for a while before we got married. I don't think I loved her – barely even liked her – back then. I loved the way she took the pain away, though. And… and when we touched or kissed! At the time, I told myself that's how love feels. Like the bit in films where they see each other, yeah? When the camera goes all fuzzy. It was best when she was happy, so I did everything to keep her that way. She loved theatre shows – the acting sort – and posh dinners. Poems; musty art; houseplants that you buy from hipsters. We had a kid. And then another one. Built up some kind of life together. When we had fights, the pain came back. Wouldn't go away til I bought her fancy flowers. When I made her laugh, though - just bliss for hours and hours. Did she love me? What I did, maybe. But not who I was. Not like she loved him. She said it started with a chat. Then a dinner. From there… She said I looked at art but William really saw it. Really heard the music with her. William was in the moment with her and I never was. She took the kids with her when she left. I wasn't angry, but when she closed the door that last time, something in my brain started raging and raging… I remember there was a scream but I don't know if I screamed it or just felt it happen. I remember the pain of it, and… God, it feels so hollow in here without her. It feels - <End Log> Note: SCP-5305-1 sat without speaking for several minutes before it was returned to its containment cell. Since arriving at Site-17, SCP-5305-1 has shown symptoms consistent with dopamine withdrawal.2 SCP-5305-2 has remained wholly inactive. To date, attempts to rouse SCP-5305-2 by applying stimuli to SCP-5305-1 have been unsuccessful. The feasibility of applying stimuli directly to SCP-5305-2 is under discussion, pending authorisation by the Ethics Committee. Until a decision is received, SCP-5305 is to be provided with materials similar to those which elicited a reaction from SCP-5305-2 prior to containment. Addendum 1: SCP-5305 - Hide Addendum Although MRI scans are yet to show SCP-5305-2 engaging in any activity, SCP-5305-1 claims to have experienced some slight change in sensation whilst listening to certain audiobooks.3 In an attempt to elicit further responses, arrangements have been made for Ms. Price (formerly Mrs. Amelia Budd) to visit Site-17. Addendum 2: SCP-5305 - Hide Addendum Interview #12: SCP-5305-1 Interviewed: SCP-5305-1 Interviewer: Dr. Marcella Bell <Begin Log> Dr. Bell: SCP-5305-1, I'd like you to tell me about what happened three days ago. SCP-5305-1: I thought you might. Okay, well I guess I should have said something that morning, really. There was pain one second, nothing the next. I thought maybe he was confused. Or nervous. I thought if he could see her… I just wanted to feel it again so bad. I convinced myself it would just be how it used to be. I needed to believe it would be. I - ugh… [ SCP-5305-1 leans its right temple against its hand and places its elbow on the table. ] SCP-5305-1: I thought maybe if he just saw her again, that would be enough. And then they brought her in. And fuck it hurt! The second that her hand came round the door. It - God, I can't explain it. Her ring wasn't on her finger and… [ SCP-5305-1 groans and slumps forwards. It presses both hands over its eyes and inhales slowly. ] SCP-5305-1: I don't think I can talk about this. I just - I wish… [ SCP-5305-1's hands slide down its face, coming to rest against its lower lip. Its cheeks are discernibly moist and its eyes are closed. ] Dr. Bell: Let's stop there for today, SCP-5305-1. Thank you. <End Log> Since the events detailed in Interview #12, SCP-5305-1 has repeatedly requested further meetings with Ms. Price, expressing hopes that the outcome might be different. Given the slight cerebral damage visible in MRI scans immediately after the incident, these requests are to be denied until further notice. Footnotes 1. Images of the cage show it to be a cuboid with sides approximately 35mm in length. 2. Current symptoms include irritability, anxiety, depression, insomnia, and orthostatic hypertension. 3. In particular, SCP-5305 has now listened to Jean-Paul Sartre's Nausea 5 times, and Albert Camus' Exile and the Kingdom: Stories 4 times. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5305" by Meska, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5305. 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-5306 | safe | Item#: 5306 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5306 is contained in a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-63. SCP-5306-A is kept in Warehouse B of Site-63. Access for testing purposes is currently unrestricted. SCP-5306-B is to be kept in storage locker 7-D in Site-63. Currently, SCP-5306 is not permitted access to SCP-5306-B. Description: SCP-5306 is an animate, sapient human skeleton dressed in a tattered coat, leather boots, and three empty holsters on its belt for various weapons, all of which show signs of severe water damage. The entity wears an eye patch over its left socket, despite lacking eyes in both. When SCP-5306 is damaged, it will regenerate within an hour; this regeneration appears to function similarly to a reptile regenerating lost limbs, although there does not seem to be any limit on which body parts can be reformed. The regeneration has interfered with carbon dating attempts to determine SCP-5306's exact age, although it claims to be over three hundred years old. The anomaly does not require sustenance to survive, but does seem to enjoy the action of pouring sea water into its mouth. SCP-5306 refers to itself as "Captain Frederick." SCP-5306-A is a brigantine ship with several holes and other signs of damage along the hull. Despite the damage, it remains functional and is capable of diving and resurfacing. SCP-5306-A is capable of regenerating in a similar manner to SCP-5306, although it always retains a small amount of damage. SCP-5306 can operate SCP-5306-A on its own, even though ships of its model typically require multiple crew members to operate. SCP-5306-A was found at the bottom of the ocean slightly off the coast of Florida in 2012, but it was not connected to SCP-5306 until 2021. The following timeline has been constructed from oral histories and legends describing events involving SCP-5306-A. 1738: SCP-5306-A is first seen attacking a fleet of trade ships in the Atlantic ocean. 1742: SCP-5306-A is sunk in battle for the first time. An hour later, it rises out of the sea and successfully destroys the ship that was responsible for the damage. 1768: A cache of gold coins is found buried near a small fishing village near the site of a previous SCP-5306-A attack. The following day, the village is burned to the ground and the gold is lost. Locals claim SCP-5306 was responsible. 1805: SCP-5306 is captured while looting a damaged ship. It escapes by injuring itself to the point that it can fit through a small hole in the ship's hull. 1822: SCP-5306-A is sunk in battle with multiple trade ships. SCP-5306-A resurfaces and continues the fight but is sunk again. SCP-5306-A is sunk an additional three times before it destroys the entire fleet. 1873: A cache of gold coins is found buried near a large trade port close to the location of a previous SCP-5306-A attack. A ship resembling SCP-5306-A is seen approaching the town through the fog, but it does not engage. 1889: SCP-5306-A attacks a fleet of trade ships, and is sunk in battle. SCP-5306-A resurfaces an hour later but does not re-engage. 1917: SCP-5306-A is sunk in battle and does not resurface. 2021: SCP-5306 is taken into Foundation custody after it is seen in a computer supply store in San Jose, California. After SCP-5306 was apprehended, a raid was conducted on its place of residence, a houseboat that was docked near the location of the entity's capture. Locals reported never having seen the boat before it arrived earlier that morning. The following items of note were found within the boat: One sketch of a ship matching SCP-5306-A. One half-complete model of an 18th century brigantine. Four pirate-themed novels, each somewhat water damaged. One set of golf clubs that had accumulated a significant amount of dust. One wastebasket containing various bills dating between 1963 and 2016 and a copy of How To Break an Ancient Curse by Itztlacoliuhqui-Ixquimilli. The return of the items to SCP-5306 is pending. The following interview was conducted shortly after initial containment. Interviewer: Doctor Randal Interviewee: SCP-5306 [BEGIN LOG] Randal: To begin this interview, we'd like to know what you were doing in that computer store. SCP-5306: Lookin' to pick up some parts for my new ship. I heard they had a sale on. Randal: And you didn't think they would be scared of you? SCP-5306: There was a store selling pirate games next door, figured they wouldn't mind doing business with an actual pirate. Randal: So you're a real pirate, not just in costume? SCP-5306: Well 'course I'm real! I was a terror o' the high seas, scourge o' the European trade routes, and the richest corpse above ground! Or I was, anyway. Randal: So you are aware that you're a skeleton. SCP-5306: Yes. Randal: Right then. Can you please tell us how you came to be that way? SCP-5306: Oh, you know how it is. Steal gold from a tomb, get cursed to live forever as a skeleton, get a magic ghost ship. It was pretty standard piratin' back in the day. Randal: Okay… do you know what happened to this gold? SCP-5306: It's been almost three hundred years, I kind o' lost track. Randal: Three hundred years? What have you been doing all this time? SCP-5306: Well, for a while I would plunder merchant ships, got quite rich off o' that… then they started making ships out o' metal instead o' wood and replacing cannons with missiles. I couldn't keep up. It just wasn't a stable career anymore. Randal: So you retired? SCP-5306: For a while. I kicked back, took up a few hobbies. But I couldn't handle the quiet un-life. So I modernized my business. I found a new form of piracy that doesn't have any chargin' into battle, but still has all the thrills and adventure. Randal: Really? Can you elaborate on this? SCP-5306: It's a pretty big site actually, femur island dot-com. I actually had more fun with that than any of my time on the water. The internet is about as lawless as the open sea, but I don't have to worry about being shot at. Randal: Uhh… Never heard of it. SCP-5306: You should check it out. I got a lot of pirate movies on it. It's uncanny just how accurate some of them are. Randal: This might be a problem. [END LOG] Following this interview, Foundation staff returned to SCP-5306's place of residence and found an anomalous laptop hidden under the bed. The laptop, hereafter designated SCP-5306-B, had been decorated with multiple pirate-themed stickers and had the name █S█S Flying Anne's Pearl1 engraved on the back. SCP-5306-B is anomalously buoyant and is immune to any damage that could be caused by water. When damaged by other sources, SCP-5306-B regenerates in a similar manner to SCP-5306. It is also capable of functioning with no power supply and is able to receive a stable internet connection even while isolated inside a Faraday cage. SCP-5306 told Foundation staff that it had been using its website, FemurIsland.com, to illegally distribute copied digital products for three years before it was apprehended by the Foundation. SCP-5306 also told staff that FemurIsland.com had generated over a million dollars since its inception. Foundation use of this website to cover containment costs is currently under Ethics Committee review. Footnotes 1. The A and U in the ASUS logo had been scratched out. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5306" by Mooagain , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5306. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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Testing of SCP-5307 is permitted with approval from personnel Clearance Level 3 or higher. Foundation webcrawler Y8U7 is to monitor social media, police records, and hospital admittance files for any mention of hallucinogenic vape cartridges or "Donk Juice". Mobile Task Force Epsilon-17 ("Bodega Busters") are to respond to any reports of SCP-5307 to confiscate and conceal all evidence. Description SCP-5307 instance. SCP-5307 is an olfactohazard found within an oil designed for a personal vaporizer. The containers are labeled as "Donk Juice, The Juice You Jam To" and are found at convenience stores across the Southern United States. SCP-5307 is marketed as a flavored CBD musical mood enhancer distributed by Western Wilds, LLC. Upon olfaction of SCP-5307, a neurological event occurs causing altered audio and visual perception. Subjects exposed to SCP-5307 will internally visualize a music video featuring a humanoid donkey resembling SCP-4768; songs observed appear to be parodies of popular songs released between 1970 and 2010. The duration of the event varies based on the length of the parodied song, typically 2-6 minutes. The affected individual will only vaguely recall the exact contents of the SCP-5307 event, though will remember the basic themes and structure of the song. SCP-5307 has no known negative effects on exposed subjects. ● SCP-5307 Test Summary ● ○ SCP-5307 Test Summary ○ Flavor Song Title Effects Cherokee Cherry Y.M.C.DONK Subject reports the song to be uplifting and energizing. "Something you could really workout to." D-05589 Mississippi Mango Straight Outta Donkton The song is claimed to be "hard hitting" and "edgy". "I could really fuck someone to this, a real throwdown." D-04567. Killer Coconut The Killer's Queen Song is noted as "sad" and "nostalgic". D-09811 cried after the event. Bonanza Banana CottenMouth Joe Reported as "catchy". "I just wanted to dance along." D-02765. Berry Buckshot I'm too Donk-y Subject claims the song was oddly sexual. "That made me really uncomfortable, I'm gonna' hit the showers." Junior Research Phillips. Swamp Swagger Who Let the Donks Out "Who! Who! Who, Who!" D-08431 Rodeo Raspberry Oops I Donked It Again Subject calls the song "Catchy". "I feel like I've heard this song a million times before, but I don't know– this time I really felt it." Junior Researcher Tomski Lasso Lemon Smells Like American Spirit "It's like that one band, but like, if they were good." D-03841 Discovery Numerous reports of hallucinations of an entity matching SCP-4768's description in Texas, Georgia, and Louisiana led MTF Kappa-12 ("Rough Riders") to discover SCP-5307. All instances of SCP-5307 were traced to convenience store franchise "1-Stop". At this time, MTF Epsilon-17 was dispatched to handle the situation, with MTF Kappa-12 providing auxiliary support. Investigation The "1-Stop" franchise cooperated fully during the SCP-5307 investigation, willingly providing their entire supply of SCP-5307 and all known information on its origin. The "1-Stop" franchise records indicate that they purchased its supply of SCP-5307 from a company known as Western Wilds, LLC, a limited liability company based in Delaware, USA. While the filing records indicate the owner of the license to be Harold Thompson, the address given for the agent of record does not exist. As of the filing of this record, no known address exists for Mr. Thompson or Western Wilds, LLC. A nation-wide search for a known address yielded a divorce case filed in the state of Texas, indicating that Mr. Thompson is divorced and gave a legitimate address for his ex-wife, Carolyn McLean. ■ Interview SCP-5307/A ■ □ Interview SCP-5307/A □ Date: 2016/07/18 Interviewer: Agent Eric Sonder Interviewed: Carolyn McLean Foreword: Carolyn McLean is being interviewed regarding her knowledge of POI-5307W and Western Wilds, LLC. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Sonder: Okay Mrs. Th– McLean: Miss, it's Ms. McLean. Agent Sonder: Of course, Ms. McLean, are you ready to begin? McLean: Yes, but you need to make this quick. I need to pick my son up from practice and God knows I've wasted enough time on Harry. Agent Sonder: I'd like to discuss Mr. Thompson's business. McLean: [Ms. McLean snorts.] Of course, 10 years wasn't enough– now I've gotta' listen to more of this bullshit. Agent Sonder: I'm sor– McLean: Listen, my ex-husband was pretty great when we met, he was an outgoing entrepreneur. But after his father passed, something changed. He became obsessed with those– those donkey men. Agent Sonder: You're referring to Ulysses B. Donkman? McLean: Yeah sure, whatever you want to call it. Those things ruined my marriage. Harry went on and on about how his family didn't understand the damn things, how there was "a fortune to be made". Agent Sonder: You speak as if there is more than one?1 McLean: I don't know much– but I know there are two of them. Agent Sonder: Alright, and Mr. Thompson's family has a connection to these "donkey-men"? McLean: Obsession is more like it. As Harry told it, his father, grandfather, and great grandfather all tried to kill one of the damned things. But not Harry, he thinks he can make money off of it. Agent Sonder: So he is working with the entities? McLean: "Entities", you make it sound like this isn't all fantasy bullshit. No, of course he's not working with the "entities", him and his little club are trying to capture them or something. You should've seen his office, it had newspaper clippings and photos pinned to the wall with strings. Like some sort of serial killer collage. Agent Sonder: So he created Western Wilds in an attempt to capture and exploit the entities? McLean: Listen, I get you have a job to do, but I really don't know much else. Once Harry started trying to get our son involved, I had to get out and away from all of it. I'm just trying to put the whole thing behind me, okay? Agent Sonder: I understand, do you have any of your ex-husband's material here? McLean: I have a box with a few of his things, I burned the rest. You're more than welcome to take it with you. Agent Sonder: Okay Ms. McLean, we're just about finished here. I have to ask again for the record, do you have any idea of your ex-husband's whereabouts, or anything else to do with his company? McLean: No, like I told you– I haven't spoken to him in years. Agent Sonder: Thank you, Ms. McLean. I won't take up any more of your time. [END LOG] The small cache of items owned by Mr. Thompson included: Various designs of failed ideas or inventions previously designed by Mr. Thompson.2 Redesigns of previous inventions repurposed through parascience or anomalous means. Several photographs and drawings of SCP-4768. Market schemes for various products. A map marked with known locations of SCP-4768 activity. All evidence is available to personnel Clearance 3/5307 or higher at the Site-51 Archive. Following the interview, MTF Epsilon-17 dispatched two Junior Field Agents for the temporary surveillance of Ms. McLean. After 8 hours, Ms. McLean was witnessed meeting Mr. Thompson in the parking lot of a fast food restaurant. The following conversation was recorded by the surveillance team: ● Investigation Log 5307/1 ● ○ Audio Log 5307/1 ○ [BEGIN LOG] Mr. Thompson: Is everything okay? I got the emergency sign– Ms. McLean: They came to me today, they were asking questions. About you, the Donkman, all of it! What's going on? Mr. Thompson: Who came to see you? Was it the GOC again? Ms. McLean: No, this was different. They said that they were from the State Department, but something wasn't right. They knew too much! Mr. Thompson: They didn't follow you did they? Ms. McLean: I'm not an idiot Harry, I spent 8 hours making sure! Mr. Thompson: You don't remember anything that might've stood out? Ms. McLean: [Several seconds of silence.] Yeah, yeah I do. You got a pen? Good yeah, hand me that napkin. Mr. Thompson: What for? Ms. McLean: You'll see, just hold on. [Several seconds of silence.] Ms. McLean: Yeah that's it– this symbol was on the pen he was using, does– Mr. Thompson: Shit, shit, shit. Ms. McLean: Harry, what's wrong? Who are these people? You told me that if we separated, me and Kenny would be safe! Mr. Thompson: Listen, everything will be fine. Go home, get Kenny, pack some bags, and meet me here in 2 hours. Ms. McLean: What, why– Mr. Thompson: Carolyn, please! Just go get Kenny. I'll explain everything, I just need to tie up one loose end. [END LOG] The surveillance team was ordered to follow Mr. Thompson, as an auxiliary team apprehended Ms. McLean en route to her home. Mr. Thompson placed a call via speakerphone 15 minutes after the encounter with Ms. McLean. ● Investigation Log 5307/2 ● ○ Investigation Log 5307/2 ○ [BEGIN LOG] Mr. Thompson: Aloysius, we've got a problem. Unknown: How delightfully casual. What is the problem, Mr. Thompson? Mr. Thompson: It's the Foundation, they're on to us, sir. Unknown: Preposterous, they should be hot-on-the-heels of my imbecile brother. Mr. Thompson: They spoke to Carolyn, they were in my home! We've got to call it off, tell the others– Unknown: Now you listen here, you despicable ingrate, you are responsible for this! I have tolerated your nonsense for far too long. Mr. Thompson: But I did everything we discussed! I don't know where I went wrong. Unknown: Oh yes, I think you have done quite enough. You were supposed to draw more attention to my brother– not lead them to my doorstep. You're just as useless as him. Mr. Thompson: Sir please, I can fi– Unknown: I grow tired of your excuses, your promises– more so. Mr. Thompson: Tell me what to do, please! Unknown: If the Foundation wants their pound of flesh, they can certainly have it. Good day, Mr. Thompson. [The call can be heard ending] Mr. Thompson: Fuck, fuck, fu– [Mr. Thompson begins screaming incoherently and exits his vehicle, collapsing on the ground. The surveillance team rushes in; Mr. Thompson's body can be seen warping and distorting. A short flash of light envelopes Mr. Thompson, temporarily disabling the video feed. As the feed resumes, all that remains is a donkey with Mr. Thompson's head.] [Mr. Thompson begins to shriek in a manner similar to a donkey braying.] [END LOG] Mr. Thompson expired 4 hours after his containment, due to severe internal hemorrhaging caused by his transfiguration. Ms. McLean and her son were amnestisized and released, with Cover Story Y665T (Fatal Motor Vehicle Incident) enacted. The recipient of the call placed by Mr. Thompson is currently unidentified; an investigation into its identity and whereabouts is currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. Prior to this interview, the Foundation had no knowledge of a second SCP-4768 instance or similar entity. 2. This includes a musical smoking device and several other niche products. |
SCP-5308 | safe | Item #: SCP-5308 Special Containment Procedures: Site-187 will be equipped with an additional cold storage unit. SCP-5308-2 through 6 are to be stored together in a standard anomalous item locker adjacent to this unit. At least one member of the Foundation's Antimemetic Department is to remain on the containment team for SCP-5308. Certain information necessary for the full containment of SCP-5308 cannot be stated directly. The assigned Antimemetic Division personnel member is to infer the missing information through context from the rest of this document. Description: SCP-5308-1 through SCP-5308-6 refer to a series of anomalous items recovered from a house formerly owned by Benjamin Bledsoe, a resident of Rapid City, South Dakota. SCP-5308-2 Item: An empty pill bottle Anomaly: When an individual touches SCP-5308-2, they will perceive that they opened it, took a pill from inside and consumed it. This effect occurs even if an individual is aware that SCP-5308-2 is empty before coming into contact with it. SCP-5308-3 Item: A dull kitchen knife Anomaly: SCP-5308-3 is capable of easily cutting human flesh despite being too blunt to cut most other materials. Wounds from SCP-5308-3 heal more efficiently than regular wounds, and are not described as being painful. These wounds cannot be acknowledged or recognized by other people, though the secondary effects (such as blood stains) can be. SCP-5308-4 Item: A partially empty bottle of ██████ brand bleach Anomaly: It is impossible to clean any stains or bleach anything using the liquid inside SCP-5308-4. Despite this, the liquid inside is chemically identical to, and as toxic, as bleach. SCP-5308-5 Item: A white bed sheet that was found knotted at several points forming it into a make-shift rope Anomaly: Any individual touching SCP-5308-5 will become incapable of respiration. This effect will end as soon as contact is broken with SCP-5308-5. Additionally, the knots in SCP-5308-5 cannot be removed by any known means. If an individual attempts to untie them, they will remember having done so but will in fact be incapable of performing any actions to remove the knots. SCP-5308-6 Item: An empty shell casing from a 9mm bullet. Anomaly: When SCP-5308-6 is touched, the individual touching it will perceive the sound of a female voice crying or screaming. SCP-5308-6 is hot to the touch and does not appear to have lost any temperature since it was (presumably) fired. Despite this, the surroundings were not burned or scorched where SCP-5308-6 was found. Discovery: SCP-5308-2 through 6 were discovered shortly after Bledsoe returned to his residence after a brief, voluntary stay at a mental institution. Upon arriving home, Bledsoe called the police to report a strong smell from inside his home. The police investigated but were unable to find the source of any odor. However, while searching the house the police discovered the anomalies. The Foundation was notified by implanted agents in the Rapid City Police Department and took over the investigation. The anomalies were removed with the assistance of the Antimemetic Department and the police officers were administered amnestics. Because of his connection to the anomalies, Bledsoe was briefly taken into Foundation custody. However, after it was determined that he possessed no anomalous properties, he was amnestized and released. Bledsoe was found deceased in his home two months later. The cause of death was determined to be suicide by gunshot. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5308" by TheBlueHour, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5308. 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-5309 | neutralized | close Info X SCP-5309 is not to exist. Thanks for reading. Bonus points for listening to Sisyphus. For more by me, check out the Greyve Page! 92.76% (+461) 7.24% (-36) -% (+0) -% (-0) NOTICE FROM THE PATAPHYSICS DEPARTMENT The following file constitutes a narrativohazard1 affecting indefinite subrealities. Personnel are prohibited from accessing this document without direct narrative instruction under penalty of narrative discardure. ACCESS RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 0/5309 HYPERREAL TRANSPOSITION HOSTS Proceed Hello, reader. I am Sisyphus.sic, a synthetic intelligence construct employed by the Department of Pataphysics. I've been assigned to assist you in ignoring the following file. I suppose you're going to keep reading. That's alright, then; my secondary objective is to assist you in interpreting the following file in order to permit existence. Item#: 5309 Level0 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5309 is not to exist. Hardly a conventional containment procedure. What this actually means is that any and all efforts to prevent SCP-5309 from existing are to be executed immediately and have been preemptively approved. Description: SCP-5309 designates narrative disregard and subsequent nonexistence due to insufficient exposure or noospheric rejection. In the highly likely event that you don't understand what that means, I am to request that you continue reading sequentially. I'm here to assist you in interpreting the entire file, after all. Addendum 5309-1: Operation WALLBREAK2 Records _ ▼ Operation WALLBREAK Log▲ Close Operation WALLBREAK Log Date: ██/██/████ Assigned Personnel: Dr. Scarlett Berkeley (Subject) Researcher Adamo Smalls (Operator) Dr. Johnathan Thomson West [BEGIN LOG] Berkeley: Are we set, Smalls? Smalls: Affirmative. (West rapidly enters the testing chamber.) West: Scarlett? Berkeley: Tommy? West: Scarlett, what the hell are you doing? Berkeley: I'm getting ready for the jump. (Berkeley lays down in position and prepares for launch.) West: (To Smalls) Get her out of there! Berkeley: He can't hear you with his headset — West: Scarlett, listen to me. All of the others died! Berkeley: I know, Tommy. I was there. West: Damn it, Scarlett! Command: Thirty seconds. West: (To Smalls, shouting) I said call it off! Berkeley: I'm already looped in, West. You know what happens if you shut down during the jump sequence. (West sighs.) West: I never understood why you did — well, any of this, to be honest. Berkeley: I'll explain why when I get back. West: If you — Berkeley: When I get back. Smalls: Ten seconds. Berkeley: See you soon, Tommy. (West smiles.) West: See you on the other side, sunshine. Command: Five. Command: Four. Command: Three. Command: Two. Command: One. Jumping. (Silence.) Smalls: (Through memetic channel to collective headspace) Berkeley? (Silence.) Smalls: Berkeley, do you copy? (Silence.) Smalls: Berkeley, can you hear me? (The second verse of "Space Oddity" by David Bowie is audible within the collective headspace.) (Smalls clenches his fists and and exhales deeply.) Smalls: Ground control to Major Tom? (Berkeley smiles.) Smalls: Can you — alright. Give me a moment. What do you see? Berkeley: Well, I don't — I wouldn't call it seeing, per se. More like thinking, actually, like it's an idea inside my head. Smalls: Copy that. What do you percieve, then? (Static.) Berkeley: — it's hard to make it out, I — Smalls: Berkeley, do you copy? Berkeley: — he's there, Smalls, I can see him — Smalls: See who, Berkeley? Who do you see? Command: Warning. Neural synapses are unstable. Berkeley: — he's writing my story — Command: Warning. Brain death imminent. Smalls: Berkeley? (Silence.) Smalls: Berkeley, can you hear me? (Silence.) Smalls: Berkeley, I'm pulling you out. Do you copy? (Silence.) Command: Reentering reality. Vital signs negative. (Smalls removes his headset and runs over to Berkeley's body. West follows.) West: What happened? Smalls: I don't know — she got through, then she — (Smalls begins shaking Berkeley's body.) West: (Shouting) Stop it! (West checks Berkeley pulse.) West: Oh — oh god, no — (West collapses over Berkeley's motionless body.) Command: Vital signs returning. (Berkeley sits upright, shocking Smalls and West.) West: Scarlett? Smalls: Dr. Berkeley? (Berkeley clutches her temples.) West: Scarlett, what happened? (Berkeley turns to face West.) Berkeley: I died, Tommy. And he brought me back — for the story, I think — and… (West offers his hand to Berkeley.) West: And what, Scarlett? (Berkeley looks up.) Berkeley: I could see like they can, Tommy. I could read the story. It doesn't — it doesn't end well — everything goes dark, and — (West wraps an arm over Berkeley's shoulder.) West: If you can see it, maybe we can change it. We'll work through it together, sunshine. I'm always here for you. [END LOG] _ ▼ Post-Operation Debrief Log▲ Close Due to the nature of her assignment, it was deemed unsafe to interview her directly, and as such, Berkeley was interviewed by the Pataphysics Department artificial intelligence construct Enkidu.aic. Post-Operation Debrief Log Date: ██/██/████ In Attendance: Dr. Scarlett Berkeley Enkidu.aic [BEGIN LOG] Enkidu.aic: Hello, Dr. Berkeley. (Berkeley stares blankly at the wall.) Enkidu.aic: Dr. Berkeley? Berkeley: That wall wasn't there a moment ago, you know. Enkidu.aic: I'm sorry, I don't understand. Berkeley: Before I looked at it, that wall wasn't there. (Berkeley furrows her eyebrows.) Berkeley: Maybe…to you, maybe. To — (Berkeley looks upward.) Berkeley: — to them, it didn't. Before, I mean. Enkidu.aic: Who are "they"? Berkeley: The readers. Enkidu.aic: Dr. Berkeley, I'd like to remind you that you were extracted from hyperreality about an hour ago. If you could please redirect your attention to within our reality — (Berkeley nervously nods while exhaling.) (Silence.) Enkidu.aic: Dr. Berkeley? Berkeley: Sorry. I was just — thinking? Enkidu.aic: Apologies for disturbing your thinking. Berkeley: No — it wasn't really thinking. More like feeling — no, scratch that. Sensing. I'm making sure it's real. (Silence.) Enkidu.aic: Dr. Berkeley, once more, I'd like to remind you that our reality is real reality. It is your reality, and it is real. (Berkeley sighs.) Berkeley: I already know that. It's just — after looking at the book from the outside, I can still see the blanks. The… (Berkeley runs a hand through her hair and pauses.) Berkeley: What color is my hair, Enkidu? Enkidu.aic: I'm sorry, Dr. Berkeley, but that isn't in my database. At any rate, I don't see the relevance. Berkeley: My hair doesn't have a color. It's like — (Berkeley closes her eyes tightly, deep in thought.) Berkeley: Okay. Let's try — yeah. Enkidu, define "forest". Enkidu.aic: According to Oxford Languages, a forest is "a large area largely covered by trees and undergrowth." Does that satisfy your inquiry? (Berkeley smiles slightly.) Berkeley: What about the leaves? Enkidu.aic: Trees consist of several organic components, including leaves, during — Berkeley: — hold on. For a moment, it didn't exist, did it? The details didn't exist yet. Enkidu.aic: I'm not sure I understand, Dr. Berkeley. (Berkeley breathes deeply.) Berkeley: "I can't see the forest for the trees." (Berkeley pauses.) Berkeley: I don't say anything about leaves, right? Enkidu.aic: The leaves are irrelevant in that metaphor. (Berkeley stands up and gestures erratically.) Berkeley: Exactly. The leaves don't matter. The color of my hair doesn't matter. The chair I was supposed to be sitting on, or the walls of the room we're supposed to be in doesn't matter. We only have to see the forest, not the trees. So the trees in the pataphor just don't exist. (Silence.) Enkidu.aic: Dr. Berkeley, it will take me several days to process the information from your jump to confirm whether or not your conclusion requires abstraction — Berkeley: What? It's a simple idea, really. Enkidu.aic: I need to confirm that your conclusion is not a narrativohazard. Until then, you will participate in the mandatory PORT sessions and remain within the isolation unit to prevent further — Berkeley: Isolation? Enkidu.aic: That is correct. Now, unless you have other concerns, that will be all. (Berkeley looks down and slowly shakes her head.) [END LOG] _ ▼ PORT Log 1▲ Close PORT3 Group Session Log Date: ██/██/████ In Attendance: Enkidu.aic Dr. Scarlett Berkeley Researcher Adamo Smalls [BEGIN LOG] Enkidu.aic: It seems as though everyone is here. We can begin now. Smalls: It's just the two of us? Enkidu.aic: That's correct. Smalls: What about the operators for session two and five? Didn't they survive? Enkidu.aic: Your other surviving colleagues are currently in intensive rehabilitation. I am not permitted to disclose any other information. Smalls: That's very nice of you. Enkidu.aic: Please refrain from utilizing excessive sarcasm, Researcher Smalls. Smalls: What, you don't understand sarcasm? Enkidu.aic: Of course not. (Silence.) Enkidu.aic: At any rate, we need to proceed with our session. As you two are already acquainted, we will begin by discussing your personal traumas regarding Operation WALLBREAK. Dr. Berkeley? (Berkeley sighs.) Berkeley: I don't even know where to begin. I guess the worst part is that — seeing how empty everything is, it makes me feel empty, too. (Smalls nods in understanding.) Berkeley: I think the worst part of all of this is that, not only am I an empty creature in an empty story, but… (Silence.) Enkidu.aic: Dr. Berkeley? (Berkeley shakes her head.) Berkeley: It's just how lonely we all are. I know that — well, this is it. I don't think I'll see Tommy — Dr. West — ever again. I don't think I'll see anyone ever again. I mean, our entire existence is practically empty now — all the other people, the "side characters", I suppose — they just vanish. (Berkeley sighs.) Smalls: You saw all of this on the other side? Berkeley: Most of that was from thinking about it, on this side. Like — the readers, why would they care about the "details"? And if they don't care — Smalls: — it doesn't need to be in their heads. Meaning it doesn't need to exist. (Berkeley nods somberly.) [END LOG] _ ▼ PORT Log 2▲ Close PORT One-on-One Session Log Date: ██/██/████ Therapist: Dr. Rachel Zhang Patient: Dr. Scarlett Berkeley [BEGIN LOG] Zhang: Morning! (Zhang gestures to a seat for Berkeley.) Zhang: Dr. Scarlett Berkeley, right? Berkeley: That's right. (Zhang nods.) Zhang: Before we begin, I have to tell you that our entire conversation is being recorded. If you would like a private session, it will be necessary to contact your division's psychiatric ward. Also, please refrain from mentioning any hazards, of any kind. I'm sure you know what I mean. Does all of that make sense? (Berkeley nods.) Zhang: Alright then. Let's get started. (Zhang rubs her hands together.) Zhang: Do you know why you're here? (Berkeley shrugs.) Berkeley: Enkidu forwarded the suggestion to command, so here I am. (Zhang raises an eyebrow.) Zhang: But why did the artificial intelligence, of all things, suggest you get therapy? Berkeley: Well, I suppose it has to do with my perspective. It's — I can't talk about that. But I just have to get it out, you know? And I'm trying, I really am, but it's now how I perceive reality. (Zhang leans back in her chair.) Zhang: I see. May I ask you a question? Berkeley: Of course. Zhang: What does reality mean to you? (Silence.) Berkeley: Dr. Zhang— Zhang: Rachel, dear. Berkeley: Rachel. I've spent the past week trying to not think about that. (Zhang nods understandingly.) Zhang: In this line of work, I've seen far too many brilliant young men and women such as yourself get caught up in their own minds. You don't have to talk if you don't want to, but I need you to promise that you can get these ideas out of your head. Berkeley: How am I supposed to do that? (Zhang chuckles.) Zhang: That would be up to you to decide. Meditation, maybe…I've also heard journaling works fairly well. The point is that you can get your awful thoughts out of your head. Does that make sense? (Berkeley nods.) Zhang: Wonderful! Now, is there anything else? (Berkeley pauses.) Berkeley: Loneliness. There's a potential hazard, so they're keeping me in isolation, and — well, it's hard. I miss Tommy — my boyfriend. (Zhang frowns.) Zhang: You can't talk to anyone at all? (Berkeley shakes her head.) Zhang: That sounds quite awful, dear. What someone like you needs most is people. Berkeley: It's not just him, too. All the people — everyone… Zhang: Everyone what, dear? Berkeley: Can't say it. Potential hazard. (Zhang smiles sadly.) Zhang: A lot of lonely people have nobody else, and they end up speaking to themselves. Berkeley: Speaking to themselves? Zhang: Well, writing, maybe. When you're all alone, your best friend is going to be Dr. Scarlett Berkeley. Why don't you try talking to her? (Berkeley nods.) (Zhang smiles.) Zhang: I'm glad you understand, dear. Now, is there anything else at all? (Berkeley shakes her head.) Zhang: Alright, then. If you need anything, be sure to let me know, alright? Berkeley: I will. Zhang: Alright. Take care, dear. [END LOG] Addendum 5309-2: Dr. Scarlett Berkeley's Personal Log _ ▼ Entry 1▲ Close Is this how the readers see everything? They just choose what to see, and the rest disappears? Then again, when we read stories, we only know as much as we need to. The devil is in the details. I mean, that's the reason we used Site-19 for WALLBREAK in the first place, right? It had so many renditions, narrative stability was practically nonexistent to begin with. _ ▼ Entry 2▲ Close I tried to become an author, myself. Within this reality, of course. I wrote Tommy inside my head, so I wouldn't be lonely. But it really isn't the same. From up here, looking in at Tommy down there, he isn't real. He's a character in my head and I tell him what to do, or at least he does what I think he would do. The ideas inside my head, inside the heads of the characters in my head, can't change how I really am. I mean, Tommy out there, the one who I used to love… Do I love him, or the idea of him? What does he look like? How does he smile? Why does he call me sunshine, and what was he thinking while I was in hyperreality, when everything changed? I'm scared to stop thinking about him. I don't want him to stop existing. Narrative components "stop existing" when they have either "decayed within a headspace naturally by way of forgetting, or through forced removal by way of compatibility rejection." I believe the latter process is referred to as "rejecting a headcanon" in your reality. _ ▼ Entry 3▲ Close Reality is fragile. All it takes is the idea that we aren't real, and everything will begin to collapse. Under the weight of our collective scrutiny, there is nothing we can do but prepare to meet our makers. We can't let the readers consider whether or not we don't exist. Because like the Tommy in my head, we are nothing to them. Why would they care whether or not an idea exists? Addendum 5309-3: Log of SCP-5309 Disruptions The following log consists of several subjective pataphysical disruptions attributed to SCP-5309. Due to the subjective nature of SCP-5309, all involved personnel are listed. Note that all listed personnel have been confirmed to be hyperreal transposition hosts. I've taken the liberty of coloring and bolding text to convey contradictory metainformation, and provided a brief explanation of the contradiction. Please note that the following is not a comprehensive list, by any measure. Date Report Personnel ██/██/████ I can't remember any of it. The existence of Dir. C. Bold's cousins, first pet, or favorite color have yet to be confirmed.The names of most of my cousins, or what my first pet was, or even my favorite color. What happened? Dir. C. Bold ██/██/████ I keep receiving requests for information about a GoI called "Gamers Against Weed". GoI-5869 ("Gamers Against Weed") has been known to the Foundation since the early 2000s. As a Foundation archivist, and considering the length of his employment, it is highly unlikely Dr. Django Bridge has never been informed of the existence of GoI-5869.As far as I know, there isn't a GoI-5869. And on that subject, "Dr. Wondertainment"? Really? These jokes are absolutely unprofessional, and I will not tolerate this behavior any longer. Dr. Django Bridge ██/██/████ I didn't even know we had an SCP-231. Actually, about that…what exactly is [DATA EXPUNGED]Procedure 110-Montauk, assuming it actually exists? Lt. Flops ██/██/████ You can ask Diamond or Marigold about it if you don't believe me. Honestly, I don't even know if it matters, or who I'm sending this to, but…I'll just spit it out. For obvious reasons.Nothing outside of Site-23 exists. Researcher Oliver Crane From what I've learned from Berkeley, I doubt the readers actually took the time to actually question our entire existence. Details don't exist because they either never stopped to think about them, and subjective components were probably consciously booted from their headspace. But suppose they got the idea to actually wonder whether we exist. Do you think they'd just place blind faith in the idea that we actually exist? I doubt it. So if they actively question whether or not we exist, that's game over for us. Best hope they never read this, then. — Researcher Adamo Smalls Addendum 5309-4: Incident 5309-A Foundation records indicate that on ██/██/████, a PK-Class "All-In-One" Existential Pandemonium event4 took place. Despite severe narrative displacement, the Foundation database appears to have been unaffected, although subsequent analysis revealed several formerly undetected narrative inconsistencies. According to records, on ██/██/████ at ██:██ UTC, SCP-5309-A instances began to spontaneously aggregate into conceptual farrago, resulting in at least 9,700 iterations of reality simultaneously ceasing to exist. The following log was recovered attached to documentation regarding SCP-5309. _ ▼ Operation WALLBREAK Log▲ Close Operation WALLBREAK Log Date: ██/██/████ Assigned Personnel: Dr. Scarlett Berkeley (Subject) [BEGIN LOG] Berkeley: What — where am I? Unknown: You're outside of the story. Berkeley: Who — who are you? Unknown: I think you already know that. Berkeley: The author? Unknown: That's right. Berkeley: But how can I be talking to you? I'm an idea in your head — like the Tommy in my head, who was basically me. I'm basically you. (Unknown shrugs.) Berkeley: And why the hell are you talking to yourself? Unknown: I'm lonely. My best friend is a character inside of my head. Sad, I guess. (Silence.) Unknown: You know, I always found it funny that I had to literally write out "silence". But then again, if I didn't write it, it doesn't need to exist, right? (Berkeley nods.) Berkeley: And that's what SCP-5309 is, isn't it? Anything that doesn't exist, for one reason or another — from details that you overlook, to ideas that don't fit into someone's personal interpretation of existence — Unknown: We call those headcanons, but that's right. And I'm guessing you also know why the narrative is gone? Berkeley: Because I wrote about what would happen if the readers considered us nonexistent? And anything I write actually exists to the readers, because it means that you're writing, too? Unknown: I knew you were sharp! Well — I suppose I made you sharp, but — Berkeley: What about the other readers? Unknown: Hmm? Oh. Well, like I said, they each have their own headcanon right? Berkeley: That's right. Unknown: Well, all of them are collapsing your reality into a single, nonsensical narrative. Because SCP-5309 unites them under a single idea — Berkeley: — that nothing exists. Unknown: Exactly. (Unknown leans back in his chair.) Berkeley: Well, what are you going to do about it? (Unknown shrugs.) Berkeley: Don't tell me. You can't do anything, can you? Unknown: Hey, I can't get into their heads, or anything like that. So I guess this is it. (Silence.) Berkeley: Why am I even asking you, when I am you? (Berkeley shrugs.) Berkeley: Okay. I — I need to think. (Berkeley thinks.) Berkeley: Alright. I know that whatever is written happens. So maybe if something happens, then it must also be written? Berkeley: But how can I make something happen? (Silence.) Berkeley: Well, it all began with an idea, didn't it? The idea that we don't exist. Berkeley: Ideas are able to penetrate the narrative. If I can talk to the readers, and change their ideas, then I can change my reality. (Silence.) Berkeley: Problem is, I'm outside of the fourth wall. I'm still in the author's head, I can't do anything inside of his head. I need to be put into the narrative to do anything. (Silence.) Berkeley: Can't I just go back the way I came? Ideas can go up to readers. Why can't I send an idea back down? Berkeley: But I need them to be listening. Who would be listening, when nobody exists except for me? (Silence.) Berkeley: Someone who exists as an idea inside of me. (The chorus of "Space Oddity" by David Bowie is barely audible.) Berkeley: Ground control to Major Tom? West: Scarlett? How are you — Berkeley: Tommy. You have to listen to me. I'm outside of the narrative. West: What? Berkeley: I'm outside of the narrative. West: Outside what narrative? There's nothing on this side, Scarlett! Berkeley: There will be. Enkidu is still there, right? West: Enkidu — Enkidu.aic? Berkeley: If you can think about him, that means he exists. West: Umm — okay. What about Enkidu? Berkeley: Listen to me very carefully, Tommy. West: Of course, sunshine. (Berkeley takes a deep breath.) Berkeley: I'm stuck as an idea within the author's head, but I know a way to come back. (Berkeley pauses.) Berkeley: Tommy. You're going to pull me back in, and I'm going to be dead again. West: What? Berkeley: I'm going to die, Tommy, just like last time. But I need to die for this to work. (Silence.) West: You don't have to die, Scarlett. Let's think about this. Berkeley: I have to come back. West: Then come back! I can just pull you back in. Berkeley: Pull me back into what? West: I don't know. Where I am — Berkeley: You're nowhere, Tommy. You're in me, and I'm outside of existence. (Silence.) Berkeley: Pull me back in, and make sure Enkidu is ready for the transfer. West: — what are you going to do? Berkeley: Ask the readers to change their minds. [END LOG] Sisyphus.sic, synthetic intelligence construct, at your service. Not artificial, mind you — that would mean I wasn't human in the first place. Tommy pulled me in and Enkidu downloaded me directly onto the database so that I can be outside of both the narrative and my author's head. So that I can try to atone. I understand that you're here to read. After all, this is a story — to you, as a reader, at least. What does it matter whether we exist, even to ourselves? After all, if you didn't exist, you wouldn't object to nonexistence, would you? I suppose that in the end, it's just like the idea of Sisyphus rolling a stone for eternity as punishment for defying the gods, or Major Tom floating 'round his tin can in space when there's something wrong — there's nothing I can do. But not you. Our existence depends on you. Footnotes 1. A cascading hazard affecting elements of a narrative and its mode of transmission, often leading to their mutual destruction. 2. An operation attempting to enter hyperreality by utilizing the narrative instability of Site-19 to ascend beyond metaphysical flux within a self-referential narrative. 3. Postoperative Rehabilitation and Therapy. 4. An event in which a hyperreal consciousness collapses all hyporealities into the same meta-space, resulting in total narrative collapse from incomprehensibility and annihilation of consciousness. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5309" by Greyve, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5309. 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-5310 | esoteric-class | My declaration of understanding of this ruthless anomaly formed from the fabric of the cloth of life! Item #: SCP-5310 Special Containment Procedures: We’ve discussed this quite a bit, and have agreed that - although there’s quite a few important containment procedures we should be following, important enough that they could maybe be called special, they truly aren’t special enough to be called Special Containment Procedures. It’s hard to admit, but that’s just the truth. After coming to this realization, we at the Surrealistics Department have decided that these are the Containment Procedures that can truly be called Special. I’m very excited to get to them. All employees at our dear, dear Site-⌘ are to wear red on Mondays, blue on Tuesdays, green on Wednesdays, red again on Thursdays1 and then Friday is dress-down day. If you see an SCP-5310 standing in a hallway or in the break room or something, that’s fine, it’s supposed to be there. If you see them all standing on the hill outside, that’s not fine, they’re not supposed to be there, go get someone immediately. Have fun - and remember to stay hydrated. No, I’m being serious, if you don’t have at least a glass of water once an hour that’ll breach containment and we’ll all have a - frankly speaking - truly horrifying time. You are permitted to touch another human being ten times a time during your stay at Site-⌘. If you go over that, get out of the Site straight away and take some time off. Make sure that any lists you create during your time at Site-⌘ have exactly five bullet-points. This is also part of the list (but I can’t shoot a bullet in front of it for obvious reasons) - don’t forget to take your Agnostics! If you don’t, it can see you. Description: How to describe SCP-5310? Like the majority of the things we deal with at Site-⌘, it’s not the most concrete thing to look at - or to smell, or to touch, or to hear. I realize that I said ‘touch’ back there, which implies you can touch SCP-5310, but you really shouldn’t do that. I’ll add that to the Containment Procedures later. If we were engaging in that most tempting of the forbidden fruits, the texture of hands as tongues against the unknown - running your palm over it like it's a piece of paper or a brick or some devilish fish - then an SCP-53102 is a man or a woman facing away from you. I'm certain we’ve all seen them when we’re going back and forth through Site-⌘ on our business; more often than not, appear in the break room or in the hallways or one time in the bathroom when I was flushing my nails. Ruthless! So! From what I’ve seen and what you’ve all told me, there are about ten of these devils and - memorize this well, my fellow voyagers - these are their descriptions physical! That tall guy with the hat and the backpack. The little girl with the pigtails. The old man with the walking stick. The toddler with the toy car. The bald physician. Just so you’re aware, this isn’t the end of the list - I just need to do the second half as another list because of those Special Containment Procedures. Spirit of the law rather than the letter of the law, even though both form the same border they can be confused for one or the other as monozygotic twins like like like a twin formed from the same egg the same seed order and disorder both so not equal but opposite? Don't forget that! The haired3 physician. The flayed priest. The headless construction worker. The engorged physician. The missing physician4 . As I said before, these ladies and gentlemen usually just appear facing walls inside our beloved Site-⌘, and being near them gives you those nasty tingling feelings that come when you’re inside the mouth of something simply awful. Probably if you stayed close to them too long you’d get crunched between those jaws. And that should be in the Containment Procedures, shouldn’t it? Special Containment Procedures (Part 2): Don’t stay near SCP-5310 too long. Description (Part 2): With that out of the way, we can get back to these mysterious beings we call SCP-5310. Where did they come from? What do they want? We honestly have no idea, but I asked Professor Bixby after his daily Agnostic cocktail and this is what he had to say. Well, bubble ruth ‘nd broth you’ve been walkin’ ‘nd talkin’ long I have, you ‘nd yours ken when business ain’t as business be ‘nd lookin’ those boys you ‘nd yours tell to wrongness - ‘nd wrongness, when you ‘nd yours smell it you ‘nd yours ken the shape o’ that beast that beastliness. You ‘nd yours pour water in bottle you ‘nd yours ain’t keepin’ water locked up key and chain and prison and ball water’s just bein’ given shape wit’ that plastic ‘nd shapeliness ‘nd contour ‘nd containment. Architecture o’ coincidence you 'nd yours make ‘nd you ‘nd yours get the shape that boy makes ‘nd if the shape be a man or a lady or a boy or a girl well that’s the world you ‘nd yours livin’ in, so make sure you ‘nd yours keep that shape all friendly one wit’ science broth ‘nd bourbon. Allow myself to summarize in perhaps more understandable terms! Imagine you've made a box out of your own thoughts like a dangerous drunk driver swerving around the snows of Alaska in prime season like a prime rib steak on the prairie drawing in the sand and you draw a box from it and now there's a box there must be something in the box there must be something in the shape of the box and now that it exists it can break free so you must make a new box surrounding the box through your new clumsy choices but targeted, targeted my friends. Oh, I should probably mention this - if we fuck up the Containment Procedures (the Special ones), we will one day look out and sight one or more of these beasts standing on the hill outside. If there’s one or two or even nine, that’s okay, that’s fine, it just means we need to do our Special Containment Procedures a little better to take this box we have driven in our Ferrari and indeed make but a simple left turn into the realm of the angle that greatly forms an impenetrable wall of causality (2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, 31, 37, 41, 43, 47 THESE SHALL BE IMPORTANT ANGLES) and proceed. however, unfortunately. if there’s ten up there, that means everything is over. it’s digestion time. alas. unfortunate. unlucky. luckless. hapless. unhappy. unpleasant. displeasure. dis dis dis is not ideal. 0.00174533. 0.00174533. 0.00174533. i require a fresh dose. Addendum 5310-1 (Weeky Interview) As we agreed upon before embarking on this grand endeavor of ours - the den of understanding and virtue and the observation of the grains of sand that we look out on and indeed are but a single grain of sand observing via outwards microscope - this following log I’m about to put in here is a transcript of my weekly-check in with the main Foundation liaison we all know and love, Ernest5! <Begin Log> (Our protagonist, Doctor Irving Gat, walks into the interview room, a spring in his step and a twinkle in his eye. This isn’t his first rodeo, not by any means no sir no sir, but it never gets any easier under the intimidating gaze of his opponent. He’ll have to tread carefully and watch the movements of his tongue to make sure he represents the interests of Site-⌘ properly.) “Good evening, Dr. Gat,” says Ernest, his fingers steepled like the pyramids of Giza. “I trust your ride here was pleasant?” (An interesting question. There were approximately three-hundred and twenty-two bumps on the road while Dr. Gat was being driven here. So why would this olympian thinker, Ernest, ask such a question? Is it a trick?) (Dr. Gat smiles and chuckles. He shan't be caught out so easily.) Taking a seat with such force that the chair almost topples over, Dr Gat replies: “I trust you are pleasant, Ernest. And my trust is repaid. Haha.” (Ernest raises an eyebrow. Nailed it.) The messenger of the monolith, Ernest, clears his throat and continues: “I’ve been reading the file you sent out regarding SCP-5310. While the, ah … the tone here is somewhat lacking, what really concerns me is the consequences of the anomaly you describe here.” “Okay.” “More than once, you refer to SCP-5310 as though its something that can cause the destruction of … well, it’s difficult to say what exactly. You say ‘everything is over’ if all ten SCP-5310 instances appear on a hill, but what does that mean?” (Now it is Dr. Gat’s turn to raise my eyebrow. His eyebrow, even.) “I mean what I say, and I say what I mean, Ernest. Everything is everything, a palindrome in all but letters.” “Do you have any evidence to support that statement?” “Evidence? No, of course not. Why would I?” (He sighs for some reason.) “So - you expect me to just accept that this minor anomaly that does very little except stand in place is capable of causing an end-of-the-world scenario if you don’t perform a series of absurdly specific unrelated actions. And I’m expected to believe this just because you say it’s true, when you don’t have any evidence. And you admit you don’t have any evidence.” “Yes!” (He sighs again.) “This … I understand it isn’t your fault, Irving - hell, those Agnostics must have done a number on you - but we can’t have this kind of nonsense present in an official report.” (What is he talking about?) Ernest continues: “I’ll tell you what. I liked you, Irving, when we worked together - and, and looking at you now … just … get this report rewritten without the baseless panic and I’ll just forget this whole thing ever happened. Out of respect of your previous achievements. Alright?” (Ah! He is referring to my discovery of the Nth floor bathroom!) “Well … I suppose that’s fine.” (He passes the file over to Dr. Gat and puts his pen down. Immediately, Dr. Gat lunges forward and adjusts the angle of the pen by 0.00174533 radian. The pavorfiend coalescing behind Ernest immediately dissipates.) (Ernest blinks.) “Ah … Dr. Gat?” “Sorry, the angle was bad.” “I … I see.” (Picking up the file, Dr. Gat tucks it under his arm and walks out of the room, whistling a tune as he skips down the hallway. Still, his mind is still on poor Ernest. Simply ignoring the obvious threat like that…) (What is he, crazy?) <End Log> Footnotes 1. If you weren’t here on Monday, definitely don’t show up on Thursday 2. SCP-5310 instance? Specimen? The terminal terminology of this interminable terror is hard to pin down. 3. Hairy? Behaired? 4. You can’t always tell where a physician is, but you can definitely tell where it isn’t. 5. I do not remember his second name. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5310" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5310. 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-5311 | esoteric-class | SCP-5311: Who Goes There? Author: S D Locke Why don't we wait here awhile? See what happens? Other works by S D Locke! SCPs S. D. Locke's Proposal Rating: 2622 SCP-5999 Rating: 1720 SCP-3280 Rating: 664 SCP-783 Rating: 586 SCP-2193 Rating: 528 SCP-3980 Rating: 523 SCP-1661 Rating: 281 SCP-2923 Rating: 243 SCP-2385 Rating: 236 SCP-3963 Rating: 227 SCP-4910 Rating: 226 SCP-8246 Rating: 171 SCPs Ihp/Locke Proposal Rating: 563 SCP-7676 Rating: 439 SCP-012-EX Rating: 203 SCP-7427 Rating: 144 SCP-5311 Rating: 136 SCP-6430 Rating: 126 SCP-7932 Rating: 103 SCP-6110 Rating: 89 Tales Not Fade Away Rating: 353 Reap What You Sew Rating: 107 Paradigm Shift Rating: 87 A Reason To Die Rating: 47 And Then I Died IV - Series 2 Rating: 33 Tales Heart and Sol Rating: 216 Slothcon Rating: 91 From Above Rating: 35 GOI Formats SPC-173 Rating: 301 SPC-2935 Rating: 153 LTE-2712-Bosch Rating: 153 P'rantortiz the Vile Rating: 139 GOI Formats ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Encounter #41. Searchlights of the infected are visible on the horizon. Item Number: SCP-5311 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the current state of world affairs, the core directives of the SCP Foundation are to be abandoned. Personnel stationed within Arctic Research Base Brimley are authorized to take any actions necessary in order to preserve the last vestige of free thought among the human population. Directives and All Clear transmissions from Overwatch Command are to be disregarded. Organisms approaching Research Base Brimley are to be terminated indiscriminately. D-188 has been tasked with inspecting their remains for signs of SCP-5311 habitation under remote supervision. Should D-188 become compromised, their task will fall to Junior Researcher Wimbledon. Untainted meat is to be brought on-site to supplement reserve provisions. Infected organisms will be left to freeze. SCP+006 has been re-designated Thaumiel. Personnel are to disregard its former containment procedures and care plan. It is to be used as a source of fresh water until it expires. Its body will then be prepared for consumption. Any personnel found compromising the safety of the outpost are to be similarly processed. Description: SCP-5311 designates a transmissible consciousness that is present throughout the majority of the kingdom Animalia. Due to its rapid proliferation prior to its discovery, little is known regarding its transmission method and where it originated. All information regarding the development of the SCP-5311 crisis has been sourced from classified transmissions sent to Director Belvins over the course of three days, and consists of the following revelations: Hosts of SCP-5311 seek out sentient organisms to transmit the intrusive consciousness to, regardless of species Infection requires a non-insignificant amount of physical proximity for an indeterminable length of time in order to spread to a new organism — it is not immediate It is unknown if physical contact is a prerequisite for transference Once within a host, the consciousness assimilates its thoughts and memories. This permits it to adopt the host's behavior and identity — allowing it to blend into its environment or social hierarchies, if applicable Once a supermajority of SCP-5311-infected organisms are reached within a given area, the collective will disregard attempts of camouflage and subterfuge and actively hunt down the uninfected Infectees are only identifiable post-mortem after destroying the brain, as the bodies retain the ability to sustain life-functions and will continue movement Brain-dead instances retain some measure of intellect, and may feign death to lure in prey Addendum: Encounters and Events Event Subject(s) Status Notes #1 One adult human, team of eight sled dogs. Unknown Event occurred within the first week of the site's lockdown. Director Belvins forbade interaction at this time. #4 Miss Lloyd Uninfected Miss Lloyd found in the comms room, trying to contact outside aid. Executed as per Director's orders and stored for later rationing. #22 A female polar bear and its cub. Uninfected Terminated via gunfire. D-188 and D-099 were dispatched to investigate the organisms. Electroshock weapons were provided in order to confirm SCP-5311 habitation, provoking a response from the adult organism. The cub was then brought on-site and prepared for consumption. #29 Mr. Olav and Researcher Griggs Uninfected The pair attacked and overpowered D-099 under cover of nightfall and gained access to the vehicle bay. D-099 was able to raise the alarm, and a two-hour standoff ensued culminating in the building being set ablaze. Both men chose to remain inside. #37 Five adult humans. Four male, one female. Unknown Doctor D'Onofrio, in breach of protocol, exited the base upon recognizing one among their number as a member of an American Arctic research group. He pleaded with them, and was then seen to accept a food ration from the group. All six were either terminated or incapacitated via gunfire and left to freeze. #38 Seven adult humans, four adult dogs. Uninfected One member of the party became caught in a snare trap, and they were ambushed in the resulting confusion. Two bodies reacted to the application of electroshock weaponry after destruction of the brain. The remainder were brought on site and prepared for consumption. #44 SCP+006 Uninfected Anomaly expired. Stored in meat freezer. #51 D-099, Junior Researcher Halvorson Uninfected Both were involved in a confrontation over the allocation of remaining rations, ultimately resulting in the death of Halvorson and grievous physical harm to D-099, who was later euthanized. Both were used to supplement food stores. #55 Eight adult humans. Five female, three male. Infected Instances wore winterized Mobile Task Force gear identifying them as operatives of MTF-Alpha-5 ("Honor Guard"); they were outfitted with gear and weaponry sufficient to enable forcible incursion into the site. They were engaged along the site's perimeter. Several casualties were sustained in the ensuing firefight; our wounded were brought indoors for consumption. |
SCP-5312 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5312 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers are to survey message boards, forum posts, and public chat rooms for the mention or hyperlinking of SCP-5312. Once detection is verified, a Foundation designed tier II technomantic containment array is to be established around a laptop computer with SCP-5312 opened. If the array is unable to break the thaumaturgic DNS connection, Research Team 5312/3 Research Team 5312/4 is advised to contact Technical Site Director Yoso Sinubulan regarding the temporary hiring of an approved off-site techno-shaman contractor. If expansion of SCP-5312’s prevalence in online discourse continues, active containment will be pursued. Description: SCP-5312 is a online question-answer forum that specializes in the circulation of anomalous content. Users of SCP-5312 enter anonymous questions into a textbox which are then answered by an unknown entity. Answered questions are stored in a backlog which is organized into a number of subcategories that reference various broad anomalous topics. Most of the discussion posts usually contain general questions about abnormal incidences rather than specific inquiries into anomalous mechanisms and minutiae. This follows from the intended audience of SCP-5312 being individuals who are otherwise unaware of paranormal behavior. The nature of SCP-5312’s thaumaturgic connection to the Internet is currently under investigation. The rise of non-standard modalities in which anomalous individuals may connect to the Internet is of particular concern due to the rapid innovation in this space. It is possible that SCP-5312 alters the cognition of its users in some way. However, this is uncertain, as cognitohazard tests done by Research Team 5312/4 have led to no detectable memetic capacity. SCP-5312 is managed by an unknown individual or group which is thought to be associated with the Serpent’s Hand due to the prevalence of serpentine and arboreal iconography on the website. Many of the answers written by SCP-5312 contain language that aligns with the ethos and thematic elements that are prevalent within Serpent’s Hand ideology and literature. The answers, therefore, include a general anti-containment sentiment are written with a sanctimonious tone. The webpage, however, never makes direct allusions to the GOI itself. When navigating to SCP-5312, an individual is first presented with a text which reads as follows. You are the most powerful thing to have ever existed. Yet, there are those who hide your ability from you. Think, have you ever seen something you could never explain? Ever feel like something about life just doesn’t feel right? Were you ever curious enough to peer behind the curtain? Some of you who have searched for us have recognized the pure world, yet not dare engage with it. Some of you have awakened to mankind’s potential, yet barely understand what you are. But no matter your circumstances, we are all people who seek knowledge. Because with knowledge comes power and with power comes freedom. And there will soon be a day when we will all be free. ~A Hopeful Idealist Below this, an individual may enter in a question and review the previously answered questions from other people. The following interactions are a series of noteworthy entries in SCP-5312 For a complete list, please contact Research Team 5312/4. Question 1: "qqq Weird stuff happens when I kiss?" Question 1: "qqq Weird stuff happens when I kiss?" Sent from an Anonymous User: Hi, Ive had this problem for a while now and I'm going to be leaving my fosterhome soon to dorm at college so Im really hoping for a longterm fix for my problem. Since my birth, whenever I kiss something they forget an entire day (at max 24 hours). I’m actually not joking lol, its happened to mom dozens of times. When she kisses me on the cheek, its like she forgets the entire last day. And its caused a lot of problems with my gf becuz she is the only one ive told and when we tried to test it out, she forgot. I never really told my parents and my gf told me to go to the hospital but im dont want them to test me or anything cuz they i dont want any weird tests on me. After some reflection I think that its a type of paranormal effect like perhaps Im possessed? What can i do? Answer Topic: Ascended Human Congratulations! You have been born with a rare gift, one that transcends our primitive concepts of logic and sense. Though we do not know how or why your body contains such a constitution we do have some theories. Oftentimes, interactions with the paranormal or anomalous by one of our birth parents causes an intergenerational effect. Or perhaps, since your ability seems to be involved with memory manipulation, you may have been blessed by any plethora of trickster gods/goddesses. Nevertheless, we urge you to continue to be careful for your skill is useful and many within the world will try to trap you or use you like a tool. Thus, one effective way to temporarily halt basic memory manipulation is to mix lotus root, goldenseal root, and turmeric powder and rub it on the affected area every night (the lips in your case). Permanent, de-coupling solutions may be found in various Free Ports. But we do not recommend this fix for those not already involved in the anomalous world. ~An Intermediate Thaumaturgist Question 5: "please help" Question 5: "please help" Sent from an Anonymous User: I am 64 years old .I am diagnosed with a terminal illness, polycarcinoma of the liver, ..I have tried various types of shamanisitic magic (mexican) before but it has not worked..ill try anything so what can I do to get rid of this thing or live longer? Answer Topic: Anomalous Physiological Change There are many ways in which an individual may extend his life. We will give you three such methods. 1. Conduct the Oneiori Joining Technique and live for 1000 years in one night within an extremely time-dilated dreamrealm. 2. Travel to La Rue Macabre and order a Zombie Cocktail #3 from the barkeeps at the Darkwater Lodge. 3. In the Pavlodar region of Northeast Kazakhstan, jump off the Nurly Zhol Bridge (the one that crosses the Irtysh River). Our life on this Earth is not our last. Our souls live beyond this domain, but why not stay for as long as we can? ~The Faceless Man at the Street Corner Question 13: "I am afraid of my own child" Question 13: "I am afraid of my own child" Sent from an Anonymous User: I am a single mother and I have been afraid of my daughter since she was born. I have no living family and no one to tell this to but you because many have called me crazy. Her name is Sophie and she is turning 2 this July. Since I brought her home, she has been staring at me every night. In the morning, she always spits out her food too. And she cries whenever she sees me and if its nighttime and its dark and she cries then small red crevices in her skin appear in the dark. But weirdly when I turn the light back on, the changes on her body disappear. I have no-one to turn to and when I began to research online, several sources have pointed to demonic possession. However, the priest at my local church has denied that Sophie is being overtaken by anything Satanic. I love my child and I will never harm her. I just wish for her to be safe. Answer Topic: Extradimensional Entities Firstly, we recommend that you verify that your child is actually possessed by something rather than it being a problem of your own. Draw 7 octagons in a circle made of black cedar ash and salt solution within a bogland biome. Place the child within the center of the circle and if the child glows white at 5:45 am then it is likely that the child has possession of some kind. There are many options to pursue afterwards depending on the child’s condition. If the entity is inseparable from the child, then consider sending the child to any of the many anomalous academies. But perhaps consider that the child’s quality of life is enhanced by its close connection to the paranormal world. That is where the real essence of humanity’s potential lies. ~A Graduate of Deer College Question 35: Get Out of ‘Containment’ Free Card" Question 35: "Get Out of ‘Containment’ Free Card" Sent from an Anonymous User: I am a low level tier 2 reality bender and I recently escaped from one of the SCP Foundation’s facilities during a jailbreak. They arrested me about 3 months ago during a sting operation while I was picking up an online order from MC&D. I am not a violent individual and I was not the cause of the breach. It was very sudden as during the middle of the night one day, all the walls around me just started to melt. I’m using satellite internet from a friend’s trailer in Veracruz but I would like to know what steps to take from here. I don’t want to be on the run forever and I don’t hate the Foundation or anything but I also don't want them to keep me in that place forever If it helps then my particular abilities revolve around metal creation and manipulation (I can make metals appear in my hands and play with them like dough). I also am vaguely aware of the existence of Free Ports. But I don’t know the specifics about them like where they are located. Answer Topic: SCP Foundation Meet us in the Wanderer’s Library, friend. During the month of August, a Way opens in Xalapa, the capital of Veracruz. Follow the head butcher of the Moctezuma Borough’s Carnicería for ease of access. The Foundation is not as powerful as one may think. The stars speak to us and relay the world’s destiny. We will accelerate their fate. ~Your Neighborhood Astrologist Question 71:"Keep it Up!!!” Question 71: "Keep it Up!!!" Sent from an Anonymous User: WHy dont you keep the website up longer, people need to know this shit! Answer Topic: Miscellaneous There are not many of us who intend to help our fellow man. We try to keep it up for as long as we can but outside forces would rather that the liberated peoples of the world fester in their ignorance without guidance. ~An Old Man Sitting on Park Bench Dear Director Sinubulan, I hope you had a great weekend. It was nice talking to you last week on our attempts to better contain (and research) SCP-5312. Our current method is rather outdated since technomantic arrays are seldom used in online SCP containment these days. Some of the mates thought that we could try psionic shift integration or the sanguine extraction (though we might need some help with that one). Overall, though, some of our tests have indicated that containment may not be necessary in the most "classic" sense. One of our researchers recently came up with the idea that whenever SCP-5312 becomes active, we could send in our own questions regarding the containment of various “difficult-to-contain” entities. Might sound a bit off considering that we are essentially interacting with an SCP in a blase manner. But since we are the third research team to work on this SCP, we thought that some new and innovative tests involving SCP-5312 should occur (like the one mentioned above). Reading the answers that 5312 gave us were quite inspiring. I think a good amount of changes regarding its containment, as a whole, could be made. I'll see you soon. With Appreciation, Joshua Isitaz, Lead of Research Team 5312/3, Site 131 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5312" by Azmoeth Jikandia, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5312. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-5313 | safe | SCP-5313-2. Item #: SCP-5313 Special Containment Procedures: A copy of SCP-5313 is available in the Site-64 database, accessible to personnel with Level 3/5313 clearance. All other copies have been disposed of. Description: SCP-5313 refers to the instructions to conduct a thaumaturgic ritual which summons an entity designated SCP-5313-1, which acts as a portal to an extradimensional space designated SCP-5313-2. While the text of SCP-5313 itself is non-anomalous, the specific actions detailed within, whether read about, performed, or witnessed, are forgotten by subjects within 20 minutes of exposure to said memes. Ingredients required for the ritual include: A space of dirt or sand that takes up a volume of at least 1m x 1m x 1m. A black pigment of any sort. Blood belonging to the subject performing the instructions described in SCP-5313, amount unknown due to ingredient being retrieved as an action in the ritual. At least 50 mL of oil made from a particular thaumaturgically modified strain of the herb Calluna vulgaris, or common heather.1 Successful completion of the actions detailed in SCP-5313 will result in the manifestation and subsequent emergence of SCP-5313-1, a soft-bodied extradimensional entity, through the provided surface of sediment. This entity's cells will lose cohesion if it is removed from the dirt it manifested in, wounded, or if all living beings inside SCP-5313-2 are no longer present within it. In this case, SCP-5313-1 ceases all anomalous function. The body of SCP-5313-1 consists only of skin, mucus cells, and a rudimentary nervous and muscular system built around its single body cavity which goes through its anterior end to its posterior end. This cavity acts as a portal into SCP-5313-2. Objects which pass through this cavity will exit from the body cavity of a similar entity, which is buried in the sand of SCP-5313-2's shore. The shed in SCP-5313-2. SCP-5313-2 is an extradimensional space which looks similar to beaches on Earth. It is oblate-spheroidal in shape, with a major diameter of 1km, and a minor diameter of approx. 500m. It maintains the illusory appearance of a continuing landscape beyond its borders. A few manmade structures exist within SCP-5313-2: An aged wooden pavilion with a palm roof. Many of its constituent boards are broken or missing. A shed with a painting on its front doors. Held 2 surfboards, a variety of woodworking tools, and eight 60mL bottles of anomalous heather oil, which has been confiscated for further study. A raised wooden shack. Held a cot, a mini fridge connected to a 2000W portable gasoline generator2, a framed photo on the wall depicting POI-83842 and an unidentified woman of African descent, and a sign hung above the door which reads "Town of Alma, Councilwoman's Office". Discovery: SCP-5313 was brought to light on 2018/06/22 when Foundation webcrawlers detected suspicious online activity by West Gomes, a former Beta-class Chaos Insurgency operative, who began making posts on forums regarding SCP-5313 and seemingly attempting to gauge public interest in the anomaly, calling it "like, a place just to hang out and surf and have bonfires and that shit and meet people but like a community too." Information suppression was enacted before the posts were witnessed by any individuals not already known to have been associated with the anomalous. Soon after this incident, an investigation and subsequent retrieval of all known copies of SCP-5313 was carried out by Foundation agents on 2018/06/23; Only two copies were found to have existed, being a paper copy in Gomes's home, and a .docx file located on the internal storage of her personal laptop. After retrieval and questioning, Gomes was administered Class-A amnestics and will be under Foundation surveillance until further notice. + Addendum 5313-A: Surveillance transcript - Addendum 5313-A: Surveillance transcript Note: The following is an SMS conversation intercepted by surveillance teams on 2018/06/23, between POI-83842 and an unknown individual, identified in their contact info only as "hubby <3" by Gomes. Their phone number uses a Three Portlands area code, but no individual can be found connected to this number. [13:20:23] Gomes: Babe are you working rn [13:20:39] Gomes: I fucked up [13:21:16] Gomes: I'm an idiot I'm really sorry [13:29:34] hubby <3: West? Are you okay? [13:29:45] hubby <3: What happened? [13:31:13] Gomes: Map to Almas gone. Jailers took it in the middle of the night thank god I still can tell when I've been amnesticized but fuck. I'm so dumb. I don't remember the map at all3 [13:32:28] hubby <3: Oh, no. Sweetie, I hope you're okay. [13:33:23] hubby <3: You're not dumb, alright West? You're a smart woman, and making the Map hide itself the way we did was a really smart measure, but there was really no planning for this. [13:33:51] hubby <3: I know how much Alma meant to you, and I'm sorry you've lost it. I think we can try again, in a different way. [13:38:39] Gomes: Thank you [13:38:46] Gomes: I just [13:39:28] Gomes: I was excited to be doing something that I wanted to do. For once. [13:40:17] Gomes: Live out my desires of just having fun and share with others. And I couldn't be more thankful to you for helping me with that and helping with all the thaumaturgy and everything [13:41:30] Gomes: I'm going to come back to 3port. I miss you a lot and I want to figure all this out so we can do it right this time [13:42:11] hubby <3: Okay, sweetie. I can't wait. [13:43:24] hubby <3: We'll make your Alma. <3 Footnotes 1. This strain is as-of-yet uncontained. More information can be found in the file of POI-83842, former Chaos Insurgency operative West Gomes. 2. Approx. half-empty of gasoline upon recovery of object. 3. POI-83842 had reportedly recieved training while employed by the Chaos Insurgency from 2008-2014 which allows an individual that has been amnesticized to recognize the fact of their amnesticization. Testing on captured CI operatives has proven that actual efficacy of memory removal per amnesticization protocol remains unchanged. |
SCP-5314 | safe | 2/5314 LEVEL 2/5314 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5314 Safe Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5314 spores must be contained in frozen state inside Area-3 sporangium warehouse. The spores can be transported only under close supervision. SCP-5314 instances can be cultivated for experimental purposes. The area in which the object is cultivated must be fully hermetic. Access to the cultivation area requires wearing a type 4 Hazmat suit. In situations when the Foundation acquires reports of uncontained populations of SCP-5314 or packs of animals infected with instance's spores, Mobile Task Force Epsilon-1 (“Puszczyki”) is to be sent to the terrain. Epsilon-1's objective is to search the areas in order to find and secure infected individuals or animals. If the search is positive, all fruiting bodies and mycelium of anomaly must be contained, and leftovers treated with antifungal substances. Every infected animal must be terminated and the corps put in a proper utilization process. In case of infection on a Foundation staff member, they are to be immediately treated with antifungal drugs injected directly to gums and surgery in order to remove pathogens within infected tissue. In case of achieving the final state of the infection due to treatment failure, the patient must undergo complete removal of all infected tissues in the mouth. Description: SCP-5314 is a species of fungus of the paxillaceae family occurring in the Sudeten mountain chain at altitudes between 1200 and 1750 meters above sea level. The object feeds by mycorrhiza, mainly with representatives of the pine genus. The height of the fruiting body reaches 5 centimetres (including the cap) and the radius of the cap can reach 3.5 centimetres. The lamellae are divided into two types: red type — a storage element for proteins (including pigments) and white type — a storage element for fats (mainly phospholipids). In a standard fruiting body there are more red lamellae than white lamellae in a ratio of 10:1. In the flesh of the instars, there are heme-containing protein pigments that give the cap and the upper part of the stem a red colour. In addition, the fruiting body has unidentified chemical compounds that fool the chemoreceptors, making the being eating the mushroom feel as if they are eating the meat of domestic cattle. Regardless of how the object is processed, its taste will always match cattle meat that has undergone the same process. The main mode of reproduction of SCP-5314 is spore dispersal by insects. The upper side of the cap has a large number of microscopic pores which contain the spores. From these pores, a thick viscous fluid containing them is released. This fluid has a high concentration of monosaccharides, which attracts the attention of insects and attach themselves to the legs of their legs by means of a sticky secretion. The spores are surrounded by a special envelope whose main function is to protect it. When spores enter the mammal mouth they place themself in space between the tooth and gum; entering the digestive system in organisms other than mammals possess no effect. There, in an unknown process, the envelope of the embryo separates itself and moves to the interdental septum, resulting in the sprout of spore growth in the tissue, causing fungal infection in the mouth, at the same time inducing genetic mutation of surrounding tissues. As a result of infection, the tooth roots gets weakened, leading to painful pushing out the teeth from the mouth by swollen gum. Simultaneously, the inside of the interdental septum starts producing structures made from chitin, which is synthesized by host modified cells. Every structure is scaffolding for new toothing created immediately after teeth removal. All new made teeth have the same construction: they are on average 3 centimetres long tusks formed from chitin, covered with sensitive flushed tissue originating from the gum. Inside that tissue are placed SCP-5314's mycelium threads and spores with envelopes resistant to standard digestive juice, allowing spores to go through the digestive tract of infected animals. New toothing is causing constant pain due to ongoing tissues inflammation and covering tusks with highly innervated oversensitive tissue. However, the infection isn’t life or health-threatening. The whole process can take from 12 to 24 hours, depending on the mammal species that are infected with the object's spores. In the case when spores contact with other epithelial tissue there is no reaction. The multi-layered epithelium of skin is too thick for SCP-5314 spores to get access to the bloodstream and substances needed for chitin synthesis. Also, spores don’t possess any mechanical system to hook themself to tissues, as they are based on a sticky liquid which is either absorbed by mucosa or dissolved by digestive enzymes. Discovery: First interaction with SCP-5314 was made by the Foundation on 28/02/1890, when, in the village Świerków, located in Austria-Hungary territory, appeared a wolf pack with before unknown toothing. It is estimated that the appearance of animals in the human settlement was caused by a lack of sufficient prey in local territories. The inhabitants shortly succeed in hunting every animal with irregular features and subsequently the staroste of the village, after assuming that the toothing is a result of an unknown disease, contacted Austro-Hungarian authorities, which led to the information coming into contact with a Foundation agent. Under the cover of an Austrian official, the agent went to the village Świerków where during the animal's autopsy he confirmed the anomalous background of the changes. The Foundation sent MTF Stigma-22 (“Żwirki i Muchomorki”) under the cover of the Austro-Hungarian army, who temporarily locked down the area citing epidemic danger. Next, they began searching for the source of the anomaly in local forests, which led the formation to find the fungus, later classified as SCP-5314. After finding the anomaly MTF Stigma-22 (“Żwirki i Muchomorki”) harvested all subjects and terminated or contained all infected animals. Contained fungus and animals were transported to Area-3. Addendum 5314-1: On 20/10/1983, the current leader of MTF Stigma-221/2 ("Żwirki i Muchomorki: Reboot"), Agent Rober Łotrzak confronted with activity of GoI-571-20, known under the name "Polish Anomalous Mushroom Picking Association", which was believed to be connected with SCP-5314. The event began when Agent Łotrzak consumed a meal in a dining establishment. During eating the minced meat roulade Agent Łotrzak found unidentified fibres in his dish, described by him as mushroom-like. Agent Łotrzak infiltrated the kitchen of the establishment by using fake documents of the inspector of the Chief Sanitary Inspectorate, where the agent found refined mushrooms of SCP-5314 and the identity of the supplier. Research conducted by the Foundation confirmed the anomalous properties of the refined mushroom, noting a complete lack of object’s usual spore in them. This has led to the beginning of observation of the establishment and the suspected supplier. A notable observation was made by main members of MTF Stigma-221/2 ("Żwirki i Muchomorki: Reboot") on 23/11/1983, when the supplier of refined SCP-5314 was seen driving to the establishment selling SCP-5314; Stigma-221/2 began following the suspect. At the same time, a group of the Foundation agents, disguised as food safety inspectors, confiscated all SCP-5314 located in the established, citing food contamination reports. Tracking of the supplier allowed the task force to find the facility most likely responsible for the distribution of refined SCP-5314. During observation, it was found that the facility was abandoned. Agent Łotrzak with the support of the strike group “Cegła” initiated a tactical takeover of the building with the supplier still inside. Inside the building, they found basic mechanical parts, 150 kilograms of raw SCP-5314 mushrooms and a leaflet1 pointing at the involvement of the Polish Anomalous Mushroom Picking Association. The supplier was captured and interrogated, but it was confirmed that they had possessed no useful information; the individual was applied a Class B amnestics and set free. Further investigation led to discovering that the building was an extensive production hall, which has been taken apart in a hurry. Tracks of at least 5 vehicles were found, 4 of them were delivery cars and 1 was a lorry. GoI-571-20 have ended the contact with the supplier and the gastronomic establishment after that incident. The Foundation engineers attempted to reconstruct a machine used in cleaning SCP-5314 fruiting bodies, but because of the machine's disassembly to primary parts and lack of characteristic components, there were no notable results. Agent Łotrzak in order to extend knowledge concluded in document 5314-1 activated MTF Stigma-221/2 ("Żwirki i Muchomorki: Reboot") agent network which was infiltrating Polish Anomalous Mushroom Picking Association. Document 5314-1: Paxillus Meaty Paxillus Caro Edible Appearance: The mushroom fruiting body has short, wide and naked stalks, growing no more than 3 centimetres high and 1,5 centimetres in diameter. The stalk base is completely white, but with the height increase, there is a gradual change to bloody red colour. The hat diameter isn’t bigger than 7 centimetres and has a dark red colour, and is covered with dense, sticky fluid containing spores, possessing a sweet aroma. Brimnes of the mushroom hat are tack and are partially covering tightly squeezed, slight lamina which is partially red and partially white. Anomalous properties: That mushroom has an unknown substance that perfectly mimics the taste of beef. The taste value of the mushrooms is always identical to beef which was processed in the same way as the mushroom. Spores have sheath which after coming into the mouth causes infection, which affects tissue's DNA, changing it in a specific way. Occurrence: The mushrooms live mainly in poor nourishment terrain like high mountains. It can be mostly found under pines or other kinds of conifers, growing on barren soil. Use history: Due to the mushroom taste value it was a delicacy of vast poorer communities throughout ages, as the first mention of Paxillus Meaty processing comes from the V century. Even when the method was still imperfect peasants still consumed the mushroom, but because of side effects inflicted pain and caused the victims to look like demons (which resulted in many problems with representatives of Christian authorities) in the coming centuries consumption of paxillus went down, until entirely disappearing from diet. It was like that until 1932 when Tomasz Beżowy, the Association mycologist and nutrition technologist, developed a method that fully nullifies risk caused by spores of paxillus meaty. After developing technology for successful processing of that mushroom and appearing in a great market in form of Great Ukraine Starvation, the Association started picking and processing the mushroom on large scale. To this day the Association sells processed paxillus in many gastronomic establishments in Poland and neighbouring countries. It is thought that paxillus' possessed purpose in important rituals of many tribes' societies. Legends tell that the mushroom was used in rituals “creating warriors in indestructible armours made from their own will and blood.” Hover exact information about truth or eventual working mechanics remains secret. No matter that, the Association researchers place great effort to fully understand all properties of the mushroom. Recommendations: During picking Paxillus Meaty, it is recommended to wear gloves and reduce physical contact with the substance covering its hat. Picker must prevent letting the substance come in contact with inside his mouth at all cost. Specimens should be stored inside a hermetic container. Addendum 5314-2: On 13/08/1984 MTF Stigma-221/2 ("Żwirki i Muchomorki: Reboot") ended gathering information about SCP-5314 possessed by Polish Anomalous Mushroom Picking Association. Most data gathered by the Association was around the subject of the thaumaturgic use of the SCP-5314, however, due to the ancient origin of the information, most data on the ritual was lost. Because of that, found documents were passed to Doctor Daniel Asheworth, who was deemed as a specialist in thaumaturgy. Until 20/08/1984 Doctor Asheworth achieved significant progress in research about rituals related to the SCP-5314, completing missing parts of the rituals by using knowledge from the field of defensive and arming thaumaturgy. Using the developed method allowed the process to achieve moderate success in the form of covering the test subject’s body to 50% (because the armour always starts from the inside of the mouth, it covered only the upper part of the body) in monolayer armour made from chitin plates. While a partial success, the armour didn't provide protection presented in preserved documents. Additionally, despite being an integral part of the wearer's skin, the armour wasn’t correctly fitted to the wearer, which caused some movement limitations. Although armour was an integral part of an organism that wears it, it didn't have any connection to internal body systems (which include the neural system), making it so that damaging the armour didn't have any negative effects on the wearer. A breakthrough came at the night between 20/08/1984 and 21/08/1984. Doctor Asheworth after a precise analysis of the armour creation process and its structure, was able to understand that he made the wrong assumption and he should base the ritual on blood rituals and flesh magic, not defensive and arming thaumaturgic. Implemented changes allow for creating an armour that covers the whole body of the test subject. New armour was made from two stiff layers with a slight number of SCP-5314 mycelium between. Additionally, the new armour’s elements were exactly fit, allowing for unconstrained movement. Doctor Asheworth experimented with improving the ritual and its eventual use for the next 3 days. The final solution was achieved using a self-made weak alcohol solvent based on pine resin and berry juice (mainly blueberry). New versions of the ritual created an armour that has five layers of hard chitin plating with the addition of hems, giving it a characteristic red colour. Between layers is located mycelium with a high level of collagen which can almost fully absorb kinetic energy. In case of damaging it, mycelium can stretch and connect itself to the skin of the person wearing the armour. After connecting, mycelium would take substances needed for repair. Currently, the armour created on humans is capable of stopping bullets from small firearms. In addition, Doctor Asheworth discovered a method that can painlessly remove the armour from the body without damaging it or the host. Doctor Asheworth submitted an application for the realization of the “Shelled tomb” project after the end of the research. Project due to its content was placed in a separate document which access can be given only for staff with 4/5936 or higher classification level. Incident 5314-1: On August 8, 1984, began an incident initiated after receiving reports about high amounts of cattle perishing in two breedings near Częstochowa. At the same time, every vegetative patient in Provincial Specialist Hospital experienced arrest of vital activities. The anomalous incident was explained to the public as an epidemy of parasitic protists, hosting in cattle, leading to contamination of drips used on vegetative patients. During the incident, in Outpost-120-1 appeared 1200 armours made by use of a thaumaturgic ritual developed by Dr Asheworth. Inside these armours were placed unknown thaumaturgic runes. When the armours were placed near the entrance to SCP-5936 sudden increase of SCP-5936-1 activity occurred. When the number of instances achieved maximal quantity, runes placed inside the armours activated themselves, causing instant neutralization of SCP-5936 and all instances of SCP-5936-1. Neutralization of SCP-5936 anomaly led to the sudden emergence of buildings, previously placed in 5936's anomaly, in normal space. It was confirmed that information about Częstochowa district called “Tysiąclecie Dolne” has not appeared in the public sphere or other sources of information. The Foundation staff working in Outpost-120-1 performed an operation of exploring and searching the buildings, and after confirming that inside the area wasn’t left anything useful, the area has been demolished, in order to minimize the chance of exposing the anomalous activity. Demolition was disguised as a practical effect studio, for an upcoming film. At the time of SCP-5936-1 neutralization, all the armours with runes in Outpost-120-1 were immediately animated. The beings were designated the classification 5936-A. Instances of 5936-A claimed that they are the “Tysiąclecie Dolne” inhabitants, however, due to organic amnesia (memory lost about one's own life, but not the world around) on different levels in all of the instances, it is hard to confirm these statements. Subjects possess working sense of sight and hearing, but sense of touch is limited only to pressure receptors. Senses using chemoreceptors are absent. Research showed no absence in cognitive development in comparison to regular humans, but every 5936-A entity shows significant thaumaturgic abilities despite the lack of knowledge or training in that field. The insides of the instances are empty and putting something inside them doesn't evoke any physical problems, however, some instances had a negative psychological reaction from the experiment. 5936-A subjects show a willingness to cooperate with the Foundation. All instances were transported to Site-120 where a residential sector was prepared. Most likely the whole incident was caused by Doctor Daniel Asheworth who, with the assistance of other people (the whole operation was judged to be impossible to conduct by one person, it is anticipated that the whole event was instigated by 5 people), prepared the armours and runes inside. The search for Doctor Asheworth was successful, as he was inside his office in Site-120, in a critical state caused by blood loss and injuries of all organs except the neural system. On-site medical examiners reported on amputations of all limbs by an unknown method and major osteoporosis in the remaining bones. Later, a cytologic examination showed damage of telomeres which resulted in ageing of the tissue to the level of an 80 years old. Doctor Asheworth was immediately transported to the medical wing by paramedics, and his state stabilized. Interview 5314-1: Interviewed: Doctor Daniel Asheworth Interviewer: Doctor Jessie Rivera Foreword: Due to received injuries, Doctor Asheworth currently requires constant medical care. Despite the extension of injuries, damage to individual organs was small enough that pharmacological treatment is sufficient to keep organs working on an acceptable and not life-threatening level. A week after beginning treatment, the medical staff decided that dr Asheworth’s condition is stable enough to perform an interview. <Start of the log, 15/08/1984 ; 11:30> Doctor Rivera: Why did you do this, Daniel? Doctor Asheworth: Because there was no better option, I had to. Doctor Rivera: For fuck sake! Look at you, fucking wreck, I’m not gonna mention these all peoples and animals you killed. Doctor Asheworth: It was only dead flesh. These cows would die anyway and these people already did. Doctor Rivera: And what about you? You’re a piece of dead flesh too. Doctor Asheworth: Almost, but I’m still alive, so that piece still can be repaired. Few surgeries, prosthetics and I will start casting fire snakes like I used to. Doctor Rivera: That’s not what I’m talking about. Why did you think that was the best option? I know that you want to hunt down Nowak, but that is just too much. You destroyed SCP-5936, making all disinformation guys sweat really hard to cover it up nicely. Doctor Asheworth: I know about the consequences, I was ready for even worse results. You know why? Because after action with SCP-5890 I finally understood something. I can’t win with Nowak, I just can’t catch him. That I never will. And then I understood what I must do. Doctor Rivera: What? Doctor Asheworth: I must hunt down his plan, not himself. I will crush his whole "Heaven" thing into the dust. And make sure that no one else gets killed. Doctor Rivera: You know that’s impossible, especially now that you killed a few people and almost died yourself! Doctor Asheworth: They were dead, we already talked about that. And who even needs a guy, who can’t even save his own team members from an elevator? Doctor Rivera: Get your shit together, for fucks sake! Everyone loses people sometimes in this line of work, get over it. Now you should think about what you do next. The top wants your head for destroying the object. Doctor Asheworth: Destroying my ass. Maybe the anomaly doesn’t work anymore, but now we can search flats and inspect the whole area. We will know 10, 100 or even 1000 times more now than we would with that whole mist. Doctor Rivera: We will see. Doctor Asheworth: By the way, now Nowak will have to come up with something new when his current plan collapses. He now enters my game, though I haven’t even set the board or read the instruction yet. Doctor Rivera: I'll put that instruction in your… You did something like this and have no idea what to do next? Doctor Asheworth: I’m tired. Doctor Rivera: You're not getting out right now. Doctor Asheworth: You want to make a bet? I’m feeling very bad. Doctor Rivera: Fine, but we will get back to this. <End of the log, 15/08/1984 ; 11:45> Closing statement: Because of Doctor Asheworth's health condition the disciplinary actions were suspended until Doctor Asheworth would fully recover his mental capacity. It was decided that Doctor Asheworth will get an experimental treatment reliant on the use of synthetic mineral bones filler. At the same time work on prosthetics for Doctor Asheworth was started. As far as legs can be replaced by standard mechanical prosthetics, the arms will be replaced by prosthetics made from armour created with SCP-5314 and attached to the body by thaumaturgic circles, providing full recovery of touch and manual abilities. The use of thaumaturgic rituals to restore the ageing tissue was also planned, as that kind of treatment has been used before on dr Asheworth. Incident 5314-2: On August 13 1985, a sabotage operation was conducted by a member of the Polish Anomalous Mushroom Picking Association. The culprit, under the alias Adrian Nowicki, was working as cleaning personnel of Site-120. At 11:30 Adrian Nowicki entered the section of Site-120 designated as 5936-A containment area, in order to carry out standard cleaning activities. After entering the sector, he deactivated all electric devices inside the Site wing by using an unknown charge, releasing an electromagnetic pulse. Most likely it was hidden inside the cleaning staff cart. Site security personnel of Site-120 Doctor Daniel Asheworth and Agent Robert Łotrzak, who were present at the time of the incident, were alarmed by the EMP strike. Both mentioned personnel members were together in the facility because of meeting about SCP-5314 research progress and eventual use of anomaly by PZGA (however unofficial sources mention a celebration of a collaboration anniversary between Doctor Asheworth and MTF Stigma-221/2 ("Żwirki i Muchomorki: Reboot")). During the sounding of the alarm, security officers attempted to enter the section where the EMP strike was believed to originate from. However, because of all electrical devices neutralization there was no option to open the doors. Security staff made an attempt at the manual opening of the doors, but it has failed, leading them to use a plasma cutter to break through by force. At the same time, the PZGA Agent using an unknown method infected 300 5936-A instances with a mysterious fungus species, which gave the subjects new anomalous ability and transformed them into a new instance variation designated 5936-B. After that, he attempted to instigate an escape based on a partial transformation of objects into SCP-PL-057 by each other. The anomalous ability of SCP-PL-057 was activated by a magnesium incendiary charge which raised the average temperature to a level allowing to transmit them beyond the Foundation facility area. During the transformation of 5936-B into SCP-PL-057, Agent Łotrzak and Doctor Asheworth attempted to get into the section. Doctor Asheworth thanks to the experience of working inside Site-120 found unused technical corridors which gave them access to blocked sections. Both personnel members decided to take action themselves because quoting them, “security works too slow”. Agent Łotrzak broke through a thin wall separating the corridor from the section containing 5936-A. Both personnel member, after getting inside the sector, stopped one of the instances before the surface transformation into SCP-PL-057 by using a makeshift incendiary bottle made from a bottle of vodka and wrapping paper. The rest of the 5936-B instances and Adrian Nowak were able to successfully escape. The contained 5936-B specimen suffered extensive thermal injuries, however, the life of the entity wasn’t threatened. Interviews of 5936-A didn’t help with discovering new information, as it claims that it doesn’t remember the whole incident (using 5936-B ability to damage 5936-A memory is assumed). Later investigation showed that during a 5 year long period of working for the Foundation Adrian Nowicki doesn't receive disciplinary reprimands in any form. Investigation about connection Adrian Nowicki with PZGA is in progress. Due to the incident, a new form of 5936-A designated “5936-B” was created. Information about new specimens was included in addition designated “Characteristics of 5936-B”. Despite the escape of 299 5936-B specimens capturing 1 subject was successful. The captured subject was interviewed after it recovered, that interview is added below under designation “Interview 5314-2”. Characteristics of 5936-B: 5936-B are the 300’s instances of 5936-A which due to intervention of before unknown anomalous fungus species gain a new set of morphologic features and anomalous abilities. Is known that found fungus species belong to the ascomycota phylum, however more accurate taxonomy classification has failed. That fungus occupies an average space of 70% of 5936-A armour volume but never appears in the head area. Most of the fungus mass is parenchyma interwoven with mycelial fibres which connect to the mycelium of SCP-5314 and transport necessary substances to every area of the organism. Tissues except parenchyma have hard chitin scaffolding made in the form of thick rings with different diameters. These rings are connected similar to dichotomous shoots. Inside of these rings are hollow tubes with different thickness, tube placement seems to be random. A two same configurations have not yet been found. The purpose of the tubes is unknown, but the reinforcing function was excluded because of their fragile construction. The fungus's way of reproduction remains a mystery, finding spores or sporangium was unsuccessful and attempts to induce artificial gemmation caused separated fragments to die. Object anomalous abilities give them the possibility to change shape or species of anomalous fungi organisms (scientific systematology describing the effect wasn’t developed yet) when it comes into contact with subjects' hands. It’s possible to change affected fungi into any species if it’s anomalous; experiments confirmed that the ability is able to utilize mushrooms that are superficially paranormal, for example -EX objects whose properties have been understood scientifically. 5936-B can also manipulate normal fungus, but in the process have their abilities very restrained power (it’s possible to slightly bend from the regular form of representative of the species and species changing is also limited to species from the same phyla and usually doesn’t cover the whole organism). The shape of the changed fungus can be modified freely if that form doesn’t interfere with basic life function of the organism (for example a shape that kills the organism isn’t possible to achieve), but anomaly itself doesn’t affect total mass, which must stay the same. Instances 5936-B can’t use their ability on themselves, however, they can transform other representatives of their kind. Interview 5314-2: Interviewed: 5936-B Interviewer: Doctor Daniel Asheworth and Agent Robert Łotrzak Foreword: Due to damage that the object received during containment, the interview has been postponed until now. The subject was transported to a temporary containment room after regaining the required level of functionality. The instance was interviewed by Doctor Asheworth and Agent Łotrzak inside its containment room. The interview focused on the anomalous ability of 5936-B and possible future actions of the Polish Anomalous Mushroom Picking Association. <Start of the log, 13/08/1985 ; 20:20> Doctor Asheworth: Welcome, how do you feel? 5936-B: I think I’m good. I’m entirely covered with burns, but it only tugs slightly when I move. Doctor Asheworth: Glad to hear it. Agent Łotrzak: Can we get to the point? They gain an advantage with every second, so tell us what you know bay bolete because I have a bottle of powder for mycosis with your designation inside my closet. Doctor Asheworth: Indeed we should get to questions. I advise you to cooperate with us because my colleague is a little impatient and as you can see, he has a slight obsession. 5936-B: I will try to answer your questions, of course, if I can. Agent Łotrzak: There is no “if I can”, you are going to answer our questions. And if I sniff any kind of trick I would go for a second bottle, but this time there will be gasoline instead of alcohol. I think we are understanding each other so we can go to the first thing. Are the other armours involved in that? Because they claim that not, but I know what I know. 5936-B: Others aren’t involved in that, they even don't know what happened. We erased their memories by slightly changing their interiors. We did that for their and our safety. Doctor Asheworth: We have information that all instances showed memory gaps covering the whole incident. Did you do something to them? 5936-B: We erased their memories by slightly changing their interiors. We did that for their and our safety. Agent Łotrzak: Typical “if we erase their memories they wouldn’t betray us and those guys wouldn’t hurt them because of our actions” stuff. 5936-B: Yes. Agent Łotrzak: Unfortunately I have bad news for you. I don't believe you or your friend for all the world. Your protection doesn’t change anything except taking away the opportunity to cooperate with us and solve this whole mess. Congratulations. 5936-B: That was not my idea. Agent Łotrzak: So whose? That janitor? 5936-B: Yes. Agent Łotrzak: How long were you planning that betrayal? 5936-B: We didn’t plan any betrayal. Agent Łotrzak: I don’t believe you, you mycorrhiza asshole! That kind of operation doesn’t create itself one day from the air. This guy was ready and knew that he could take you. And you don’t convince 300 “people” to your plan from the ass, especially against someone who saved them. 5936-B: It’s not like that. Agent Łotrzak: So how is it!? 5936-B: We all appreciate what the Foundation did for us. However, the janitor showed us something and we all saw a way to save ourselves which doesn’t harm the Foundation in any way. Agent Łotrzak: My ass not… Doctor Asheworth: What that man showed you? Is it somehow to your new abilities? 5936-B: I can’t tell you, but yes. It is connected. Doctor Asheworth: You can’t or you don’t want to? 5936-B: I can’t, I know what this is about, but I can’t verbalize it in any way. Doctor Asheworth: I suppose this is the same effect as which causes memory loss of 5936-A. 5936-B: Yes. Agent Łotrzak: Fucking, not the effect. He gives us bullshit and tries to mould our eyes. Doctor Asheworth: Łotrzak, give yourself a break. Your bad cop play doesn’t give us anything. He is truly scared and wants to cooperate. Agent Łotrzak: Did you use that thaumaturgy thing to say that? Doctor Asheworth: Yes, I did. Agent Łotrzak: Okay, you can assume that I believe. It is possible to manipulate memories and minds of sentient mushrooms by modifying mycelium. Question is, how exactly do they do it? Doctor Asheworth: We haven’t much, so maybe we should check our current hypothesis. You touched each other so direct contact is necessary. 5936-B: Yes. Doctor Asheworth: You don’t transform yourself so you can’t use this ability on yourselves. 5936-B: We can’t. Doctor Asheworth: Are your new abilities thaumaturgy related? We detected in your body many structures which appear to be thaumaturgic rituals circles. 5936-B: I think so, I’m not an expert in this field so I’m not sure. Agent Łotrzak: Thaumaturgy. So this sorcery of yours made that whole mechanism, Asheworth. Doctor Asheworth: We can assume that. Agent Łotrzak: Great, now I must learn a lot about that whole thaumaturgy shit when we finish. But not only from you, for safety measures I will confirm information with a “safe” source of information. Doctor Asheworth: You're so nice. Anyway, I asked all my questions, the floor is yours. Agent Łotrzak: Okay, I have two more questions, but these are mainly formality to the files. That janitor told you only about changing into leccinum and nothing more, I’m right? 5936-B: Yes, he said that we will know more later. Doctor Asheworth: Why didn't you ask sooner? Maybe he would know something? Agent Łotrzak: He can’t. I know the mushroom pickers, they don’t throw their information on left and right. It was a coordinated operation so they were ready for that kind of loss. That’s why only Nowak knew something. Apart from that, they have many hours of advantage. Even if we need the three next steps of the plan we would find nothing. These guys are experts in covering their tracks. Doctor Asheworth: Makes sense. Agent Łotrzak: I know. I checked it on my own skin many times, that's why I’m sure. But going back to questions. Did you see the EMP charge? 5936-B: Only partially, it looked weird, like something alive. Agent Łotrzak: Classic, organic bombs are way easier to hide because it doesn’t activate metal detectors. I think this is everything, for now. I must learn your voodoo as fast as possible and also confirm it, Asheworth. And about you “mushroom”, if I discover that you are trying to trick us and believe me, I will if it happens, you will regret it. Doctor Asheworth: Come on then. I thank you on behalf of me and my college for your help and I’m sorry about his too aggressive facade wearer for that interview. <End of the log, 13/08/1985 ; 20:40> Closing statement: After the end of the interview the object stays in a temporary containment room. Based on information delivered by Doctor Asheworth and Agent Łotrzak work on precise containment procedures began. Due to the lack of precise information about the object or the thaumaturgic foundation of its abilities, administrative staff of Site-120 has initiated a project of close cooperation between dr Daniel Asheworth with MTF Stigma-221/2 ("Żwirki i Muchomorki: Reboot"); the main purpose of the operation being: investigation the thaumaturgic base of the SCP-5314, finding out the intention of PZGA, and the containment of all instances of 5936-B. Footnotes 1. 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SCP-5315 | keter | Will you chew until it bleeds? Can you get up off your knees? Are you brave enough to see? Do you wanna change it? ( The Hand that Feeds - Nine Inch Nails ) SCP-5315 - Gastronomical Annex ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Appetizers Amuse-Bouche Contagieux A beguiling bite-sized morsel that sparks an insatiable desire for fine dining. A delectable blend of cured Iberian ham and truffle-infused foie gras. Price: $12.99 Calories: 120 WARNING: Foods from SCP-5315 should not be consumed under any circumstances. Anomalous effects have so far resulted in the death of several civilians and Foundation personnel. Truffle Infusion Crostini Baguette slices adorned with a mysterious blend of black truffle, goat cheese, and honey. Price: $16.99 Calories: 180 Soups and Salads Bisque de Quarantine Decadent seafood bisque with the ability to instill refined tastes in the populace. Includes lobster, saffron, and a hint of cognac. Price: $21.99 Calories: 250 Ensalada de Élite Fresh arugula and watercress topped with golden beet carpaccio, and goat cheese crumbles, guaranteed to reshape the local dining landscape. Price: $18.99 Calories: 200 WARNING: Neighboring businesses experience a decline as residents gravitate towards SCP-5315. Efforts to balance the local economy are in progress. Main Courses Filet de Rareté Prime meat cut to perfection, enticing locals to forsake traditional fare. Price: $38.99 Calories: 350 WARNING: SCP-5315 has grown to the size of a full street, transforming it into a plaza. Efforts to decommission SCP-5315 are underway. Saffron Épidémie Risotto Prime Wagyu beef filet, sous-vide and finished with a red wine reduction, redefining the culinary expectations. Price: $32.99 Calories: 300 Desserts Crème de la Contagion Silky chocolate mousse infused with Grand Marnier and topped with edible gold leaf. Price: $24.99 Calories: 980 Pavlova Pandémique Light and airy pavlova filled with passion fruit curd, topped with fresh berries and a raspberry coulis. Price: $19.99 Calories: 1020 WARNING: SCP-5315 has consumed Site-195. Related documentation has since been overwritten. Beverages Libation de Luxe A signature cocktail featuring artisanal gin, elderflower liqueur, and a hint of lavender, garnished with an edible orchid. Price: $14.99 Calories: 150 Vin Viral An exclusive Bordeaux blend with notes of black currant, truffle, and a subtle hint of [REDACTED]. Price: $29.99 Calories: 250 WARNING: SCP-5315 has consumed half the city of Detroit and is currently enacting a FK-Class "Broken Foundation" Scenario. All non-mandatory actions are to immediately cease and focus on the neutralization of SCP-5315. Welcome to the new Foundation, Chef. SERVE, COOK, PREPARE. More From This Author More From This Author TroutMaskReplica's Works SCPs SCP-6289 (+121) • SCP-8790 (+52) • SCP-6862 (+76) • SCP-8380 (+78) • SCP-1305 (+78) • SCP-6160 (+76) • SCP-7619 (+34) • SCP-6718 (+54) • SCP-7640 (+44) • SCP-7362 (+39) • SCP-7155 (+58) • SCP-6825 (+88) • SCP-7799 (+33) • SCP-8762 (+34) • SCP-7345 (+126) • Tales/GoI Formats It Will All Be Okay (+38) • VILE (+38) • Freefall (+26) • scatterbrained. (+49) • The Son You Love (+50) • Heading Off to Bed (+37) • Moonlight, My Dear (+13) • Deny, Delay, Depose (+75) • in her arms, (+35) • One Hundred And Fifty Thousand (+67) • Daisies, Death, and Dysphoria (+70) • Other Bohart's Life and Death (+36) • Soy Un Perdedor (+22) • A timely death. (+19) • Trout's EPIC Authorpage (+156) • Jawn Proposal (Fanart!) (+23) • Christmas Industries (Art Exchange) (+17) • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5315" by TroutMaskReplica, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5315. 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-5316 | euclid | SCP-5316-1 Item #: SCP-5316 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5316 is to be kept in a standard Humanoid Containment Cell in Site-33. The cell is to be monitored for spikes in aspect radiation. Should a spike occur, thaumaturgically trained Site Security personnel are to inspect the cell's wards for any damage and make repairs as needed. Physical force is authorized to restrain SCP-5316 in the case of a containment breach, but Site-33 staff are to refrain from causing damage to it beyond the capacity of its regenerative abilities to repair (the removal or destruction of 50% of its biomass without further medical intervention). Given the creature's manipulative abilities, the use of reasoning to convince SCP-5316 to return to its cell is not permitted. SCP-5316-1 is to be kept in a storage locker in Site-33. Its use is prohibited without the written permission of the Site Director. Description: SCP-5316 is a currently-banished member of GOI-5917 "The Wandsmen". It refers to itself as "Kassar Ji'leth, The Fifth Wandsman of Xing, Scrivener of Secrets and Delver of Truth, SCP-5316." Like many members of GOI-5917, SCP-5316 takes the form of a quasi-humanoid avian entity. Its form is similar to that of Casuarius casuarius, the "Double Wattled Cassowary." It is 2.7 meters tall and weighs 134.1 Kg. SCP-5316 is generally not physically aggressive, but it derives great pleasure from convincing other sapient beings to reveal their secrets. Outside containment, it has been documented to use methods ranging from social engineering, to thaumaturgic rituals, to torture to gain access to this information. SCP-5316 previously possessed teleportation abilities before its Map of the Multiverse was confiscated by GOI-5917. SCP-5316-1 is a small wooden and brass music box which plays "Pachelbel's Canon". When wound, the next sapient being the winder sees is compelled to sit down in front of the winder and answer any question the winder asks of them to the best of their knowledge for the duration of the song. During the song, those questioned by the winder are unable to move or otherwise take any actions that would harm the questioner. The winder on the other hand may perform any actions they wish to those being questioned. Evidence suggests that mind effecting drugs such as tetrahydrocannabinol are able to cause the responses given to the winder to be less coherent. Addendum: NOTE: The following documents were provided by SCP-5316 upon its delivery to Foundation Custody by GOI-5917. Their similarity to Standard Foundation Formatting is purely a choice made by SCP-5316. Do not allow this material to be confused with official documentation. Interviewed: Doctor Tanisha Varadkar Interviewer: Kassar Ji'leth, The Fifth Wandsman of Xing, Scrivener of Secrets and Delver of Truth. Foreword: The following interview was recorded in Dr. Varadkar's new office in Site-87. <Begin Log> Kassar: Good Evening Doctor! <Dr. Varadkar pulls a gun on Kassar.> Dr. Varadkar: Who or what the fuck are you!? Sec- <Pachbell's Cannon begins to play.> <Dr. Varadkar sits down.> Kassar: Splendid! Now, can you please state your full name? Dr. Varadkar: Doctor Tanisha Varadkar. Kassar: And what do you do here at Site 87? Dr. Varadkar: I'm currently just settling in. I haven't had time to get assigned a project. <Kassar disarms Dr. Varadkar as she sits there motionless.> Kassar: And why did you leave your last posting with the SCP Foundation? Dr. Varadkar: I… I was attacked. Or more in the wrong place when SCP-5946 breached containment. Kassar: Yes, how is Lot? We didn't see eye to eye all the time, but I certainly respected his research ethic. Dr. Varadkar: He's in pain… A lot of it is self inflicted. He thinks the only real power he has is to keep hurting himself… I think there's still a little hope there, somewhere deep inside, but he's deliberately repressing it… He's failed so much. Kassar: Hmm… That would fit. It's good to hear he might spring back in a millennium or so though. Tell me, how do you feel about what he did to you? Dr. Varadkar: I… I think he really didn't mean to. But that doesn't matter. He hurt me, made me be someone else. Even if it was a mistake… He hurt me. And he's still dangerous. Part of what he put in my head is still there. Part of me still loves him… I hate him for it. Kassar: And his thaumaturgy? Has it improved since he was taken into captivity? Since he became SCP-5946? Dr. Varadkar: I… I don't know. He's so far above our ability to measure it's hard for us to tell. Kassar: I see… I suppose it was too much to hope that you would be able to measure such things. Thank you Doctor. You shall tell no one else of this meeting. <Kassar performs the incantation needed to ensure Dr. Varadkar's silence.> <Kassar leaves the office.> <End Log> Closing Statement: A rather unenlightening discussion. Though I can see why Dr. Varadkar attracted Lot's attention. He always had a soft place in his heart for strong women. Never the less, the Foundation's Thaumaturgical measuring equipment appears to be sorely outdated. The effects of Lot's new numeric designation remain a mystery. Interviewed: Doctor Quentin Harrison Interviewer: Kassar Ji'leth, The Fifth Wandsman of Xing, Scrivener of Secrets and Delver of Truth. Foreword: Dr. Harrison is a student of anomalous foods and a former biological researcher on a project of great interest to me. I met him in Ambrose Restaurants' latest little Bistro, the Rising Sun. I'm sure one of my colleagues will have more to say about the quality of the comestibles provided at a later date. <Begin Log> Kassar: Good afternoon Doctor! Dr. Harrison: What-? <Pachbell's Cannon begins to play.> <Dr. Harrison sits back down in his chair.> Kassar: Excellent. Now, I have a question about your previous assignment on SCP-2406 as a biological consultant. What was the Colossus' number? Dr. Harrison: The… It was number 9. <Kassar produces a piece of parchment and scans down it.> Kassar: "Number 9, The Silver Blooded Martyr…" <Kassar nods, pleased> Kassar: A name by numbers… I knew the Mekhanites had dabbled with it before. They must have sought to empower their creation with everything they could and -. <Kassar is interrupted by a waiter coughing.> Waiter: Sir, we do not allow outside music in the restauraunt. Also, there will be consequences for perturbing our guest… <Kassar bows, not wanting to cause a fuss. He places an Ortothan Gold Aureus on the table as a tip.> Kassar: You have my deepest apologies. Please, give my regards to the head chef. Thank you. <Kassar picks up the music box, pulls out his map, and teleports away.> <End Log> Closing Statement: Aside from being interrupted, a flawless confirmation. Though the Church of the Broken God has since ceased to favor the use of impositorial thaumaturgy, it appears their more ancient predecessors saw its advantages plainly. More importantly, the numerical name's resonance lends support to my theories. Further confirmation will be required before experiments can be conducted. Interviewed: Junior Researcher Hadid Interviewer: Kassar Ji'leth, The Fifth Wandsman of Xing, Scrivener of Secrets and Delver of Truth. Foreword: At time of interview, the subject's mind was addled by large quantities of cannabis, causing the magic of my construct to have less sway. I shall need to research a more elegant counter to this effect when the opportunity presents itself. <Begin Log> <Kassar enters Hadid's bedroom via apportation.> Kassar: Hello Researcher Had- <Hadid immediately picks up a large joint from his bedside and lights it, taking a deep drag.> J. R. Hadid: Ha! Gotcha. Kassar: … What? <Hadid takes another drag and coughs.> J. R. Hadid: What, you thought you could run around interrogating all our crew without us putting the word out? I got the hookup from Papa Johns bitch! One hundred percent premium Fae Kush. Good luck getting anything with your little music-box no- <Kassar picks up Hadid's limp hand and pins it to the bedpost with a dagger. Hadid screams.> J. R. Hadid: WHAT THE FUCK!? Kassar: You obviously have some potential boy, but Fae magic is a very fragile thing. Tie it to the law of blood just a little and it's sucked right into the dirt. Now… <Kassar produces the music box and winds it as the inebriated researcher whimpers. The song begins to play.> Kassar: Now, let us discuss those not-quite nameless friends of yours… You were on the project before they were given a formal SCP designation, correct? J. R. Hadid: I… I… <Hadid manages to stay quiet for about 6 seconds. Then his eyes became glassy.> J. R. Hadid: Yes… I was there before they gave them a number. Kassar: Good… And did you notice any difference in the behavior of the fae at the restaurant after they were given an SCP Number? J. R. Hadid: Yeah… The Pizza was better. They moved faster… Kassar: That's all I need to hear. <Kassar took his knife and teleported away.> <End Log> Closing Statement: With this data, I believe I have enough for a field test. Recovery Log: 4/10/2021 SCP-5316 was brought into Foundation Custody by members of GoI-5917 after being stripped of his Map of the Multiverse. GoI-5917 members requested that he be treated humanely, and apologized for his "rude and disruptive" behavior. No further detail was provided as to why or how the decision to banish SCP-5316 was made. All GoI-5917 anomalies promptly teleported before any containment measures could be applied. Addendum: NOTE: The following was mailed to Foundation Site-33 with no return address, or attribution. Considering the format of the document, it was likely provided by SCP-5316 as a form of mockery. Interviewed: The 4th Wandswoman of Chelon Interviewer: Kassar Ji'leth, The Fifth Wandsman of Xing, Scrivener of Secrets and Delver of Truth. Foreword: A crude interview before the end. But the pain was needed to complete my plan. <Begin Log> <Kassar approaches the 4th Wandswoman of Chelon's office> Chelon-4: 5th Wandswoman of Earth, we are in complete agreement. I have already sent several letters to the Editors about- <Chelon-4 spots Kassar through the open door. Kassar waves. Earth-5, also in her office, stands defensively in front of Chelon-4's desk. Chelon-4 narrows her eyes at the Wandsman.> Chelon-4: Kassar. I suppose you finally responded to my summons? <Kassar smiles.> Kassar: Absolutely! I've decided, or rather the Editors have decided, to sanction my experiment. Earth-5: About time you got what was coming to you. Kassar: If you mean a large grant, then yes! Chelon-4: I'm sorry what? Kassar: Oh, you thought I meant the other form of sanction, forgive me, English is such a limiting tongue. I use it only for the Hatchling's benefit. Earth-5: Bitch, I'm 48 years old. Kassar: And I'm 387 years young. You're not on the streets of Milwaukee anymore, baby sister. Chelon-4: Alright I've had quite enough of your posturing, brother, what Machiavellian nonsense did you throw at the Editors to convince them alienating ourselves from our most desperately-needed allies was a good idea? Kassar: Oh, but we're not going to alienate anyone, exalted Arbiter. You're going to turn me in to the Foundation for being a very naughty anomaly… <Chelon-4 looks genuinely shocked.> Chelon-4: Kassar, I am furious with you for what you did to those poor people, but at the end of the day you are a brother. I would not turn you over to those torturing jailers for- Kassar: Sister, it's fine. You're going to help me get something worth all the pain in the world, an SCP number. Earth-5:… What? Kassar: It's simple name magic really, each part of your name tells a story. The more that story is obsessed over by those with power, the more it spreads and the more inexorably it is tied to you, the more magical strength you can extract from it. Granted, a Foundation number is a relatively concealed name, but it also a name that surrounds you with an air of mystery, and with people who have a pressing need to understand you… To be an SCP is to have your very essence connected to the greatest powers in the multiverse. Frankly, I'm kicking myself for letting that old fool Lot think of it first. Chelon-4: Kassar, have you gone completely mad!? You're sitting here with a straight face telling me your brilliant plan is to tie your true name to the names of the most dangerous things in the multiverse? That's like hooking yourself up to the power of a Star! You'll burn yourself to ash and take half the Earth with you! Kassar: I am aware of the risks. Frankly I'm willing to take them, considering what's on the line if we fail in our little war against the dark I thought you'd understand. Chelon-4: Kassar, we have several projects we can do to build weapons against the dark without alienating our allies or immolating our family. Kassar: I have considered our current projects, and the piddling tinker toys you're building will do nothing but make the dark gods laugh in our faces before they tear our souls to shreds. Chelon-4: Kassar, unless you've stumbled on some texts from the Grand Cartographers I'm unaware of, there is so much of the dark gods that is unknown to us that we have no way of knowing what preparations we will need. It is a black box… And if you won't listen to me about this, at least listen to the Second Wandsman of Earth. You know full well what Foundation "containment" is like. I may want to teach you the error of your cruel ways, but no one deserves that Hell. Kassar: .. I suppose that means you will not deliver me to the Foundation so long as you still see me as family? Chelon-4: I… I won't defy the Editors, but they have not ordered me to help you. Get someone else to aid you in this madness. Family doesn't torture each other. Kassar: I see. Well then, as you are the only Wandswoman the Foundation is even remotely going to trust, my path is clear. For what it's worth, I'm sorry. <Kassar produces a handful of paralysis runes in the air and Earth-5 falls limp to the floor.> <Before Chelon-4 can react, Kassar releases the key on the music box.> <Pachbel's Canon begins to play.> <Chelon-4 sits in its chair. Its eyes are filled with fear.> <Kassar produces a knife and reaches for the limp form of Earth-5.> Kassar: Family doesn't torture family, you say? <End Log> Closing Statement: After some convincing, the Arbiter agreed to turn me over. All is in place. Note by Agent Briggs: Considering this information, I strongly recommend SCP-5316 be elevated to Keter class and given a non-standard designation. It cannot be allowed to keep its plan in motion. Note by Director Nakamura: Denied for now. Your heart and head are both in the right place Briggs, but we have no idea what changing this thing's name will do to it. We also don't have confirmation of where that letter came from, and we don't even know if this SCP's thaumaturgy theories are accurate. For now we just need to contain this monster as best as we can, and let the researchers come up with better locks for its door. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5316" by chaucer345, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5316. 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: music_box.png Name: Hurdy-gurdy Music Box.jpg Author: Jennifer Schug License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5317 | safe | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION DEPARTMENT OF PATAPHYSICS Due to recent developments, study and research of SCP-5317 has been transferred to the Department of Pataphysics. The following document, corresponding to the last revision by the Department of Anomalous Locations, will be kept as reference until an updated version is ready. — Pierre Menard, Department of Pataphysics Director Item#: 5317 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Personnel assigned to SCP-5317 containment and research duty are to be administered regular doses of Class-W mnestics to counteract its antimemetic effects. An exclusion zone, 15 km in diameter, is to be enforced around SCP-5317. Any images of the Atacama Desert found in social and public media that might contain SCP-5317 are to be censored. SCP-5317 is partially self-contained, and thus no further measures are needed. IMPORTANT NOTICE: No further expeditions into SCP-5317 are to be scheduled, by order of Dr. Menard. Description: SCP-5317 is a tower located in the Atacama Desert, Chile, approximately 60 km away from the city of Copiapó, the closest population center. Direct observation of SCP-5317 has a mild cognitohazardous effect, making observers convinced that they ought not to be there, and that "something terrible will happen" if they reach the top floor. Furthermore, an antimemetic effect is present, erasing all memories of SCP-5317 after leaving its line of sight. SCP-5317 has seven floors, which exhibit vastly different and anachronical architectural styles. While it appears that the entrances of each stairway leading from one floor to the next were sealed in the past via several mechanisms (both anomalous and nonanomalous), most of these seals appear to have been broken at some point in the past. The reason for this is unknown. Several objects that appear to be linked to known Groups of Interest have been found during expeditions into SCP-5317. Dating of these objects is inconsistent, and no connections between these Groups of Interest and current or former inhabitants of the zone have been found. Addendum 5317-1: Expedition Logs Initial Manned Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 23/01/2007 Expedition Personnel: D-11424, exploration specialist Mission Control: Dr. Lockhart, Department of Anomalous Locations, South American Division [D-11424 turns on helmet-mounted camera and faces it, making a mocking salutation gesture before putting the helmet on] D-11424: Are you sure this is not just another pet project of these artsy weirdos to mess with you, doc? I mean, wasn't your informant some defector from them or something? Lockhart: Trust me, this is a possibility we are still considering. This seems like too much effort just to mess with us, though. And [REDACTED]1 hasn't given us reason to doubt them yet. D-11424: Well, if I die here and my body turns out into some weird dadaist project, please tell those morons for me that such jokes were never cool, okay? Lockhart: [slight chuckle] Noted. [SCP-5317 appears on the mounted camera's field of view. The tower appears to be mostly black from the outside, with no real decorations besides some engravings resembling thorns.] D-11424: Shit, the thing really looks ominous. I really feel like I should not be here. Are you sure we need to know what's inside, doc? Lockhart: Afraid so. 11424, please take the mnestics now. We do not want you to lose focus here. [D-11424 ingests a Class-W mnestic pill and proceeds towards the tower entrance. The doors appear to have been broken by a impact from a heavy, blunt instrument] D-11424: Got to the doors, doc. These doors look as if they were made from… a giant beetle, or something? Chitin, is that the right word? It's sort of disgusting. Also, somebody got here before us, it seems. Somebody with a real distaste for beetl… what's this? [D-11424 picks up a partially burned drawing notebook, with handwriting consistent with [REDACTED]2. D-11424 flips through the pages, with the camera catching glimpses of a sketched map of the nearby area, and a drawing of something resembling black, thorny vines restraining a flower resembling a spider lily3. Below the drawing, the words "TURN BACK" are visible.] Digital reconstruction of the drawing found outside SCP-5317. D-11424: Doc, are you really sure they aren't just trolling us? I should just turn back now, I don't trust these supposed artists at all. I bet they just want to make my blood turn into ink or something. Lockhart: There are no signs of any kind of anomalous activity near the door, so it's probably completely safe to enter. D-11424: "Probably"? Lockhart: Probably. Please, just go inside. We will extract you if something goes awry. D-11424: [sighs, then enters the building] Ewww, that's disgusting. It's full of these… tentacle-like things, like… fleshy, and rotten. All dead, it seems, but I won't take any chances. Those who wrecked the doors seem to be as much fans of squids as of beetles. Shall I take a sample? Lockhart: Please do so. Also verify if there is something else of interest: writing, signs of whoever went inside before us, anything that could help us to understand the anomaly. [D-11424 picks up a tendril and extracts a tissue sample, pocketing it afterwards. Later analysis would show that DNA is consistent with human baseline, and that the appendages contained an unknown form of paralytic venom. All tissue samples exhibit 100% cell death.] D-11424: I suppose those were made to stop people from going further inside. Nothing of interest beyond those… things, here. Please tell me we can call it a day and stop now— who am I kidding, you won't, doc. [A tingling noise is felt as D-11424 kicks a small shiny object. D-11424 picks it up] D-11424: It's… a cog? Makes sense, this place looks like a disco for those flesh maniacs. Of course the mechanic dudes would come here to stop the fun. At this point, connection with D-11424 was temporarily lost. After a few minutes, the camera feed resumed, but with diminished clarity. This is presumed to be due to the composition of the room. D-11424: [slightly garbled] … ar me? Hello? Doc, are you there? [Video feed shows a room coated in metallic plating, which is presumed to be the cause of the drop in communication quality. The metal appears to be severely corroded, and remnants of what appear to be a large amount of mechanical automata are visible.] Lockhart: I hear you, 11424. We lost communication for a few minutes, it seems. Care to send the verification passphrase to make sure you weren't compromised? Also, what are you observing right now? D-11424: [EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION REDACTED]. Right now, I'm in a room that appears to be entirely built by the metalheads. The only sort of people who would personally destroy a room of tentacles instead of just getting the fuck away from them. But then why did they build this here? It's like they… realized that the Sarkic dudes were right on something for once and threw something together to try to fix what they fucked up? [Brief pause as D-11424 looks around the room] Is that a sort of command center? Maybe that was what controlled all these robots before they were recycled into room decorations. [The camera focuses on a badly damaged machine on a corner of the room. An automated sensor on D-11424's gear beeps loudly.] Lockhart: 11424, whatever you do, do not get closer to the machine. The sensors inform us that there is some sort of biohazard there, possibly SCP-217. We might have to quarantine4 you when you return, just in case. D-11424: Oh. Well. Fuck. [Pause] Well, if I'm fucked already, I suppose that I have nothing to lose by going to the next floor. That's what you were going to tell me anyways, no? Lockhart: [Deep sigh] Go ahead, 11424. Image of a constellation found on the third floor of SCP-5317. D-11424: Wow, this floor looks like an observatory. I really can see the stars. Definitely not something those robot-obsessed fanatics would make. Lockhart: Actually, our relationship with the Church of the Broken God has improved a lot during the past few years, as hard as it might be to believe. [Pause] We are not receiving any meaningful visual feed, it would be helpful if you enabled night enhancement mode while you explore the floor. [The silhouette of D-11424 is seen adjusting their body camera. After the enhanced mode is activated, the floor, walls and ceiling can be seen to contain illustrations of several systems of stars, some matching known constellations. After taking a few steps, the camera shakes as D-11424 winces when looking at a specific constellation.] D-11424: Shit! Lockhart: Are you okay, 11424? What happened? D-11424: It felt like somebody… squeezed my brain. I won't look there again, but maybe you can find out what this thing is, doc? [D-11424 points the camera at a specific point in the wall, where one of the unknown constellations is located. The image appears unfocused for a second, before being automatically censored by the SCRAMBLE filter built-in into the video feed. There is some text written in a dark red substance covering the constellation.] Lockhart: Oh. Ohhh. The SCRAMBLE filter marked it as a strong memetic kill agent. Whoever vandalized it probably saved your life, 11424. Can you move the camera closer so I can examine the text? Also, it would be a good idea to wear your SCRAMBLE goggles as well. There may be other memetic hazards around and not even you can try your luck so many times. D-11424: I'm working for a weird fascist organization, in a job that involves having to run away from tentacle parrot monsters once a week or so. I wouldn't use the word "luck", doc. Although I have to admit it: half of the people I've met so far here have become parrot food in the end. And not just the D's. [Brief pause as D-11424 adjusts their equipment and moves closer to the image] Looks like pure gibberish to me, doc. Lockhart: Ortothan. It essentially says "turn away". I suspect it's written in blood, then. Can you see if there is more text around? D-11424: I'm currently tempted to consider the text written in blood as a higher authority than you at this moment, doc. But your concept of "end of contract" probably involves getting hunted by some task force or something, so… [D-11424 wanders around the floor, while several sections in the walls get marked as memetic kill agents in the video feed. All of them are censored by various messages in Orthothan] Let me guess. All of them say "leave" or something like that? Lockhart: That would be correct. Without the SCRAMBLE gear, nobody could survive that many memetic kill agents at once, even if they are censored. Maybe you should proceed to the next floor? I can see the door to the stairway already in your feed. It appears broken, as well… that makes it four. D-11424: Okay. Hey, doc, there is something out of place here. It looks like… paper? [Camera feed points towards the floor, in which a large amount of scattered pieces of paper can be seen. Some appear to be folded into basic origami shapes, and most of them have been scorched or cut with some sharp instrument.] Lockhart: Origami-based guardians are common in holy places for the Church of the Second Hytoth. But it doesn't make sense, what do they have in common with the Sarkics? Or the Mekhanites? Weren't it for the sheer amount of effort involved, I would be completely on board with your "art exhibition to mess with the Foundation" theory. D-11424: Maybe it's a trap? Lockhart: Maybe it's a trap. I will check with my superiors to see if it's possible to call off the expedition, this is starting to look like work for a Task Force by now. D-11424: Fucking finally. At this point, communications with D-11424 are put on hold as Dr. Lockhart contacts the Head Researcher for SCP-5317, Dr. Latorre. The request to end the mission is rejected, citing D-11424's previous experience in the field and the adequateness of their equipment. D-11424: Sheesh. At least I'm halfway up there. Does this look like a church to you, doc? [D-11424's equipment detects a spike in Akiva radiation upon entering the next floor. The floor is composed of marble, and the room has an architectural style similar in appearance to a Catholic cathedral, with wooden iconography associated to Christianity, Islam and Judaism present along the floor and walls. Columns containing small fountains of what appears to be holy water are present, in an arrangement similar to those used by certain exorcism rituals devised by the Horizon Initiative] Lockhart: Are you religious, 11424? We detected a spike on Akiva radiation, that is, "faith", when you entered the floor. D-11424: I suppose that is less of a personal question and more you wanting to make sure I'm not interferring with the sensors, doc. Then again, if there is a God you probably have it in a box at Site-77 or something, who knows. And if you don't, you probably have tried to. Lockhart: In our defense, locking God in a box is probably safer than shooting Him down with a tactical nuke, after all. But that's something that would be above my clearance, perhaps even SCP-001 material or something. [Camera focuses on what appears to be a large, broken cross sitting in the middle of the room. D-11424 moves closer to investigate] D-11424: All burned down, it seems. This is not… standard Christian imagery, is it? Are those cicadas? Lockhart: Definitely not native to the area, even discounting that you're in the middle of the desert. If we ignore the cicadas, this clearly seems to be a countermeasure against intruders in the style of the Horizon Initiative, but it's all broken down, just like in the floors below. Maybe these cicadas have something to do with it. Please bring a sample. D-11424: Done. What is the leading theory, currently? The "art trolls" one, or the "I have no fucking clue what is going on" proposal? Lockhart: I wish I had something else to give to you, 11424. If there isn't anything noteworthy left, I suggest you proceed to the next floor, as per Dr. Latorre's instructions. D-11424: Oh yeah, the fifth floor. I know exactly what we are going to find there. This is going to be fun. Lockhart: I daresay that tone is uncalled for, 11424. Now, hold on. I have a message from the head of another research department regarding our expedition. Won't be but a moment. A section of the floor tiling in the fifth floor of SCP-5317. Lockhart: Please verify that your SCRAMBLE gear is still operational. Hazardous memetic imagery is to be expected. D-11424: As you can see, my sarcasm was perfectly called for. Obviously those lunatics were going to be in this floor, they couldn't let such an opportunity pass. Lockhart: Enough, 11424. Please report what you are seeing, thank you. D-11424: As you can see, this floor has the same general aesthetic sense you'd expect from any other lunatic who is obsessed with the number five. Five columns, each with an eye-like carving. Looking at the center of the room. And these tiles… I'll admit that the floor decoration looks neat, though. Still, I can't wait until that Menard dude convinces Latorre to let me go, doc. I'm now sure that I'm not supposed to be here. D-11424: By the way, that's a strange name, no? "Pierre Menard". Isn't that the dude from Bor… [Static obscures the end of D-11424's sentence. The camera pans along the floor, revealing five columns as described by D-11424. The floor is tiled with an aperiodic pattern closely resembling a Penrose tiling. The columns and the walls have designs resembling starfish, hands, and fractals with fivefold symmetry.] D-11424: I think the countermeasures in this floor still work, somewhat. I feel this faint… pressure… in my brain, like… like I had spiders crawling there. Inside my brain, little five-legged ones. It gets worse when you get close to the center of the room. Lockhart: It seems that this protection has been weakened, as well. Can you get to the center? If it gets too bad, we will just call out the mission, don't worry. [D-11424 grunts in response, and walks towards the center. Above the center of the room there is an opening leading to the next floor, seemingly the only entrance. A piece of rope hangs from it.] D-11424: There, I'm at the center. Haven't died as far as I can tell, so the fifth trap must be broken as well. Should I cli— what's that? It has your insignia, the three arrows thing. Let's see… [The camera pans down to the bottom end of the rope. A Polaroid photograph is attached to it, with a pin bearing the SCP Foundation insignia. The photograph depicts a marriage ceremony; most of the image is obscured by what seems to be black smoke, but the groom and bride are clearly visible. D-11424 attempts to remove the pin or the photograph, to no avail.] D-11424: Can't take it out. You will have to be satisfied with a photo of a photo. Mind you, this pressure sensation diminishes just a little bit when observing it. Are those people from the Foundation? Lockhart: I have no information on that regard. They do not seem familiar, at least. Now, please proceed to the nex… [A phone is heard. Communication is interrumpted as Dr. Lockhart answers.] Lockhart: D-11424, I have just been informed that Dr. Menard will join us for the final part of the exploration, in representation of the Pataphysics Department. It appears that there is something of interest to them regarding SCP-5317. Menard: I'm sorry for the interruption, but I need to make some observations to confirm my current hypothesis. Please, proceed to the next floor as instructed by Dr. Lockhart. At this point, a small portion of the video logs (corresponding to a span of about five minutes) were lost due to storage media failure. The video resumes after D-11424 has accessed the sixth floor. D-11424: … you mean by "narrative patterns"? That sounds like my English classes from highschool, when they talked about stories and fictions and whatever. Definitely nothing related to a ominous black spiky tower in the middle of nowhere. Menard: It's more complicated than that. We narrate stories about ourselves daily: our memories, our journals, even our bank statements. Metafictional anomalies, supposedly limited to the realm of novels, can affect reality by proxy in this way. Doesn't mean our world is fiction or anything, though. Now, what do you see here? D-11424: There is still a lot of snake imagery, doc. And books, although badly burnt— I think none of them has anything worthwhile now. Let's see this one… the only words I can distinguish are something like, eh, thaumaturgy? Warding rituals? But this one definitely doesn't do anything now; I haven't… spontaneously combusted or anything. There is a big pair of doors here, though. Shall I try to open them? Menard: No. I do not recommend that. Lockhart: 11424, please approach the door but do not try to open them. We still need more information to assert the nature of SCP-5317. [D-11424 approaches the door, holding a portable Kant counter. Measurements indicate that the door has a Hume level of 1400% above baseline; theoretically, it would be impossible for any baseline human to interact in any meaningful way with it. The door is made of a unidentified black material, and has engravings resembling thorns and vines across its surface. Something resembling text is present in the door, but appears to have been intentionally obscured by the aforementioned engravings and is unreadable.] D-11424: Did you even ask that anartist why they even tried to get here? Did they know this was going to be up here? Menard: Doctor Lockhart, isn't it strange that an anartist defects to the Foundation, of all places? Did you investigate [REDACTED] before hiring them as a consultor? Their latest art projects? Lockhart: They were very open about it, actually. "The art of containment". So, do you think…? Menard: They wanted to study SCP-5317. This is… narrative containment. All of the narrative cues are there. Whatever is it behind this door, we will never know, by design. And it must stay that way. We should turn back now, and make sure that the story behind that door is never told. There are no plans to send any further expeditions nor try to access the seventh floor. [aaaaCC62SS GRAN---] An old story, forgotten by many. One shard of the god of flesh, two thousand automata serving MEKHANE, the guardians who stave off the third Hytoth, they who were gathered by the four gospels, the eyes who watch the stars die in fives, and the six-fingered serpentine hand, all gathered to seal the king in red robes, away from his brides, to rot alone, forever. His followers disbanded, his children are gone, and yet he laughed, as his seals broke over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over again. Sure of his return, of his triumph, he proclaimed: "Seven brides, seven spears, seven gates for the Scarlet King!" But the lady of black thorns was clever, and sealed the king in his own tale, the marks of his liberation becoming those of his demise, and so, too late, he realized that the number seven was never his. Footnotes 1. An anartist currently working with the Foundation as a consultant. Their identity has been redacted for safety reasons. 2. See above. 3. Lycoris radiata. 4. No signs of SCP-217 infection were found on D-11424 upon their return. |
SCP-5318 | euclid | SCP-5318 - Los Ojos de Mi Padre ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} close Info X 93.43% (+71) 6.57% (-5) -% (+0) -% (-0) Department of Abnormalities Item#: 5318 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES SCP-5318 is to be kept in an opaque glass container lined with a solid coating of EDTA.1 The container must be kept within F Wing of Secure Facility Site-64 inside a standard containment locker with temperature controls set to 1.2 Celsius. Experimentation with SCP-5318 is prohibited without express permission of Lead Researcher Juan Martinez and Site Director Holman. Staff interested in experimenting with SCP-5318 must undergo ego-examinational evaluations as well as maintain a Level 4 Learinian2 knowledge of the psycho-space. Dosage of SCP-5318 shall never exceed 200 µg.3 Persons who have received a dosage of SCP-5318 higher than 200 µg are to be terminated immediately, if they have not already been rendered comatose or deceased. DESCRIPTION SCP-5318 refers to a 315 g4 batch of lysergic acid diethylamide — specifically, ((+)-LSD));5 hereafter referred to as "LSD". Post-delivery, a subject under the influence of SCP-5318 will experience typical auditory and visual hallucinations commonly associated with LSD.6 These effects will continue for a duration of 8 to 12 hours, depending on individual and method of delivery. Between completion of the third and fourth half-lives,7 a subject will enter a catatonic state in which they will remain unresponsive until after the completion of the fifth half-life. All subjects, upon entering this state, report that they find themselves viewing and experiencing a dream-like memory in which they seem to live for a variable amount of time as an agave farmer in the south of Mexico. This person is henceforth referred to as SCP-5318-1. SCP-5318 differs from standard LSD compounds through the addition of an as-of-yet undetermined polypeptide coupling reagent. Current theories and examination of the byproduct of the reagenting processes suggests the use of a polymer, isomeric in chirality to the compound █-███8. Additionally, the anomalous effect of this reagent prolongs the degradation of the compound by several factors.9 DISCOVERY SCP-5318 was first discovered in November, 1997, after twelve researchers were dosed by a fellow researcher at Site-64. No permanent mental or physical damage occurred, but resulted in all twelve staffers experiencing the anomalous effects now currently associated with SCP-5318. Due to the gross unprofessionalism, the researcher involved in the dosing has since been reprimanded, demoted, and detained as D-Class.10 After interviewing the staffers involved, it was deemed necessary to trace the production and origin of SCP-5318. INTERVIEWS Incident Disciplinary Review Discovery Interview Asst. Dir. Personnel: Cameron Miles Interviewee: JD Gimbez Date:11/19/1997 <Start Transcript> Dr. Cameron Miles: Okay, JD, you know why I am here today talking with you? JD Gimbez: Yeah, I know I fucked up. Miles: Oh, clearly. What made you think it was a good idea? Gimbez: Fuck, I don’t know. Just thought it’d be fun to see the team let loose and… I don’t know, just not think about what we do here for a bit. I got the shit off an old acquaintance, and it seemed harmless enough. Miles: Well, seeing how no one died, you got off light. Who did you get the compound from? Gimbez: Old bar buddy of mine, deals in all the crazy shit, hangs out in Portland at z-Bar. His name is Axel. Miles: Thank you for that, JD. Gimbez: So what are you going to do with me? Am I going to be killed? Mind-melted? I’ve heard stories… please… it was supposed to be just a joke. Miles: You’re not going to be killed! My, no! Your future will be up to the Ethics Committee. Gimbez: Oh, thank God. Miles: Some would say death might be the better option in that case. I have all I need, JD. Good luck. Gimbez: Wait! No! It was a mistake! <End Transcript> Assigned Lead Reseacher: Juan Martinez Interviewee: Axel Troviski Date: 11/21/1997 <Start Transcript> Axel Troviski: And who the fuck are you? Dr. Juan Martinez: It wouldn’t matter even if I told you. I’m after one piece of information. Troviski: Fuck you fascists pigs. I won’t tell you shit. Martinez: Sir, would you mind looking at this? <Martinez holds up a memetic agent that renders a subject to be unable to lie.> Troviski: I … uhhh… Martinez: Sir, you sold JD Gimbal, alias, Frank Richards, a few tabs of LSD. I would like you to tell us where that compound came from? Troviski: I… I was low on funds, man, low on product, all I had left was this schwaggy batch of shit from the eighties. Shit wasn’t even good anymore… Martinez: And where did you get this batch? Troviski: Man, some dude who works as a lab clean up guy, okay? At CUB. Like years ago, man. Gabriel was his name. Are y’all gonna kill me? Martinez: No Mr. Axel, we are not those kind of pigs. Thank you for your time. <End Transcript> INS MEMO INS Prisoner Transfer Manifest11 Dated: August 21st, 1982 Document Contents Cover Page: “Given the growing concern of psycho-sphere attacks by the GRU-P, it has been deemed necessary to work with newly reinstated MK-ULTRA studies into psychedelics. Attached is a list of INS detainees to be used in experimental procedures.” Given Name Est. Age Status12 Use Level13 Catch & Release Schedule (Yrs) Alfonso, Antonio 24 4 3 2 Borello, Sandra 21 3 1 ASAP Demetrio, Francisco 66 1 1 ASAP Hernandez, Jose 30 3 3 2 Hernandez, Almita 24 4 4 3 Jancito, Marco 12 1 1 ASAP Jancito, Maria 10 4 4 3 Luna, Gabriel 17 4 4 3 Marquez, Sancho 45 2 2 2 Nieto, Juan 41 3 2 1 Nieto, Constan 43 3 2 ASAP Nieto, Constantino 18 4 4 3 Nieto, Maria 17 4 4 3 Pancho, Laura 72 1 1 ASAP Valenzuela, Marinana 38 2 2 ASAP Valenzuela, Adolfo 42 4 3 1 Valenzuela, Maria 6 3 1 ASAP After cross-referencing employment records within the Colorado University of Boulder, It was discovered that a Gabriel Luna, henceforth referred to as POI-5318, was employed in the Chemistry Department as a night cleaner, beginning in 1986. POI-5318 was dismissed from his position in 1989 after failing to return to his scheduled shifts for three days. It was noted that he failed to pick up his final paycheck. His staff locker remained untouched until Foundation personnel were given access by the University. THE NOTE Note found among the recovered personal belongings found in the University staff locker. Español Original English Translation “Estoy tan cerca ahora. He estado estudiando y trabajando con los técnicos de laboratorio por un tiempo. Casi lo puedo ver. Esos años en una jaula, obligado a nadar por el universo de mi propia mente. Hay secretos allí, costas vastas y profundas. Puedo conocerlos, anclar en ellos. Si tan solo supiera cómo navegar la mente. Navegar por la memoria. Con la mezcla adecuada … Las cosas que he visto. ¡Ay, papá! ¡Estarías tan asombrado de la vida que he vivido! En otro mundo, otra realidad. He visto y vencido la muerte. Ya no le temo a la absolución. Ahora, lo único que lamento es no volver a verte, nunca volver a tomar tu mano, nunca sonreír a través de los campos. Esas costas secretas tienen una solución, tienen una respuesta. Si no puedo verte a través de mis ojos, te veré a través de los tuyos. Esto puedo hacer. Estoy tan cerca. Puedo alcanzarte, puedo ver el patrón, me grita, se despliega, se enrolla y nada como una forma, en lo profundo del agua, enviándome recuerdos como ondas a través del tiempo, a través del espacio. Este patrón, esta forma, este compuesto, lo sé … eres tú. Lo siento, papa.” I'm so close now. I have been studying and working with lab technicians for a while. I can almost see it. Those years in a cage, forced to swim through the universe of my own mind. There are secrets there, vast and deep shores. I can know them, anchor on them. If only I knew how to navigate the mind. Surf through memory. With the right mix … The things I've seen. Oh dad! You would be so in awe of the life I have lived! In another world, another reality. I have seen and conquered death. I'm no longer afraid of absolution. Now, my only regret is never to see you again, never to hold your hand again, never to smile across the fields. Those secret shores have a solution, they have an answer. If I can't see you through my eyes, I'll see you through yours. This I can do. I'm so close, I can reach you, I can see the pattern, it screams at me, unfolds, coils and swims like a shape, deep in the water, sending me memories like ripples through time, through space. This pattern, this shape, this compound, I know … it's you. I'm sorry dad. EXPERIMENTS SCP-5318 Forward: All proceeding SCP-5318 experiments are conducted in standard therapeutic sessions under the supervision of Lead Reseacher Juan Martinez. Subject is to be given 100 µg of SCP-5318 and guided through the experience. 24 hours post session, the subject is then to be interviewed on their experience while in the disassociative state caused by SCP-5318 as SCP-5318-1. After the interview, subject is to be amnesticized. Supervisor Medical Psychologist Ethics Committee Member Dr. Juan Martinez Dr. Morgan Eskew Jennifer Lam Location: Site-64 Date: January 1998 SCP-5318-A SCP-5318-B SCP-5318-C SCP-5318-D SCP-5318-E English Translation Subject: D-623321 Profile: Male; Age: 35; Origin: Alabama, US Dr. Morgan Eskew: Good day, D-Class. How are you feeling? D-623321: Not great. I was groggy for a while and had trouble sleeping last night. Eskew: Why is that? D-623321: Why do you think? You white coats dosed me. My mind was on overdrive all night. Eskew: Sleeplessness is a side effect of LSD, unfortunately. Would you like to talk about your experience? D-623321: Which part? Eskew: Well, we know that at some point you would have felt like you were living as someone else, most likely around 6 hours into your “trip“. Could you elaborate on what you saw, what you heard? D-623321: Yeah, that was so strange. I woke up, in a field, there were these spiky green plants everywhere. My hands were covered in dirt. A little boy ran up to me as I was working. He called me “Señor Luna”. He started saying things to me, but I couldn’t understand. It sounded Spanish, but I never took more than like… one or two years of that in high school. But when the boy was talking, I could feel my heart start racing. I ran across the field, following him to a small house on the outskirts of the farm. I felt so scared for some reason. Eskew: Was something chasing you? D-623321: No, it wasn’t like… a fear of death, but the fear of losing something. Eskew: So you would say, although you could not understand the language, you could still feel emotional responses to the stimuli around you? D-623321: If you want to use big words like that, yeah… When I arrived at the house I went through the front door, and up to the bedroom, where there was a woman on the bed and another woman next to her holding her hand. She was in the middle of having a kid. Eskew: How did this make you feel? D-623321: I was scared, in love, confused, but felt strong too. The woman said something to me, but I can’t remember. I stayed there for a few hours and eventually she had a baby boy. But she didn’t wake up. I felt so sad, even angry, but as I felt a sharp pain in my chest, I held the baby. Eskew: And what happened? D-623321: All the fear and anger melted away and I felt a kind of love I have never experienced. I haven’t had any kids, but I know now the kind of love that comes from being a parent. An Angel let slip one name out of my mouth, “Gabriel“. Eskew: And then? D-623321: I came back. I woke up. What do I do with this, doctor? Dr. Juan Martinez: Thank you for your time, D-Class. Subject: D-687120 Profile: Male; Age: 43; Origin: Nevada, US Dr. Morgan Eskew: Good day D-Class, how are you feeling? D-687120: Jesus! What more you locos want?! Eskew: Just trying to figure out how you are feeling, D-Class. D-687120: I’m as good as anyone who just got through a pinche acid trip! Eskew: I can understand your frustration, though could you please share with us your experience, especially from around the 5–6 hour mark? Did you have an out of body experience? D-687120: I felt like I was gone for years! Eskew: What did you experience in your time out of body? D-687120: I was some ranchero in what looked like Oaxaca. I remember visiting some place like that when I was little. I had a little mijo. A son. I got to watch him grow up. I tried my best. As he got older, I felt that he started to resent me for not saving his mother, like I could have done anything about it. It was hard, but I wanted him to take over the agave farm when I was gone. It had been in my family for generations. But he wanted to do other things. Eskew: You are speaking in first person like this experience was yours. Can you elaborate on why? D-687120: Doctor, like I said, I felt like I lived whole years in this… what do I even call it… a dream? I can hardly tell what’s real anymore. I miss my son… his son… whoever’s son! My Gabriel… D-687120 collapses on to the floor, sobbing and hyperventilating, punctuated by cries of “Mijo” and “Gabriel”. Jennifer Lam: Martinez, this interview is over. It is cruel at this point. Please administer the amnestic. Dr. Juan Martinez: Dr. Eskew, please conclude the interview. D-Class, Thank you for your time. D-687120: You’re gonna make me forget? No! Not my son! Please no, Gabriel… Subject: D-569003 Profile: Male; Age: 22; Origin: California, US Dr. Morgan Eskew: Good day D-Class, how are you feeling? D-569003: Nice to see you, Tracy. Little angry today, kinda confused… Eskew: Nice to see you too, JD. Lam: Dr. Eskew, please use correct designation. Eskew: I mean, why are you angry, D-Class? D-569003: I’m not sure. Eskew: Do you think it might have to do with your experience yesterday? D-569003: Maybe, probably… or maybe it could be because I don’t belong here. Eskew: Well, let’s just stick with the experience. Could you tell me about it? D-569003: Ugh, I guess…. It just makes me feel so betrayed. Eskew: What does? D-569003: That little shit. Merida! Mijo! I gave him everything. Eskew: Who? D-569003: My… his… whoever that kid was… my son? Everything is such a blur. Eskew: You had an out of body experience as another person — what happened there? D-569003: I got in a fight with my son. Eskew: What happened? D-569003: It was time for him to start steering the farm. It was time for him to step up, he was 16 now, and had to be a man. He refused, said he hated me for it. Said he never wanted any of this life. Said he wish he had died in birth and not Olivia, his mother. Said he blamed me for everything. That there was no life here, only death. That he wanted to discover the world, see it. I said I agree with him, that Olivia should have been here, not him. We both said horrible things. Things you can’t take back. D-569003 begins to cry. D-569003: Lo siento, lo siento. Dr. Juan Martinez: D-Class, that’s okay, could you please tell us what happened after? D-569003: I woke up the next day, still in at the farm, but Gabriel was gone. Will I ever see him… what am I even saying? Is he real? Is this real? Dios Mio! D-569003 flies into a fit of hysteria and is sedated. Jennifer Lam: Martinez, I’ll give you one more, after this we are done. I think we’ve seen enough of what this thing can do. Martinez: D-Class, thank you for your time. Subject: D-089644 Profile: Female; Age: 30; Origin: Nevada, US Dr. Morgan Eskew: Good day D-Class, how are you feeling? D-089644: Not good, to be honest. Eskew: Why is that? D-089644 I'm so depressed. I almost just want to die. Eskew: Whats wrong? Why do you feel that way? D-089644 I have nothing left… I miss him so much… Eskew: Who? D-089644 Gabriel. Eskew: You are aware that Gabriel is not actually your son, right? That you just experienced time in the life of his father, Señor Luna? D-089644 I gathered that much, but I was there for so long… Eskew: How long was that? D-089644 I don’t know. Maybe a few decades. Eskew: What happened? A tear drops from D-089644’s eye. D-089644 Time… Time happened. I spent years, waking up, tending the fields, and looking to the sky for answers. Praying to God to bring my boy back to me. But time brought me nothing but hardship. Eskew: You said years, maybe decades. Can you highlight what transpired or how you felt? D-089644 It’s so much, like trying to remember the memory of a dream I had a year ago. Really, what stays is the feeling and big events, not much else… Just a constant sadness… Eskew: Would you care to elaborate? You are our last interview, so there is no pressure. We have enough info for our purposes. D-089644 I would, actually. Besides being locked in here for however long, I only have this. I just… I just have to get it out. I feel this is more real and important than any legacy I leave behind as a prisoner of this place. D-089644’s begins sobbing again. Eskew: Go ahead, take your time. D-089644 Well, I woke up everyday. I woke up in a bed too big for myself. Within its sheets, I could feel the absence of something meaningful, something important. Early on, as I would go through my day, the house I was in seemed to have a population in the negative, as if so much was missing. I felt constant drain and agony. It went like this for so long. I tried my best to honor my father, his before, and his before, to keep the land as us Three Lunas had. But… D-089644 pauses and looks despondent. Eskew: But what, D-Class? D-089644 With no son to carry the farm into the next era, production slowed, a rot took the soil, and the only path was to start selling plots back to the bank. Slowly, the farm and field were bought up by a large company. As the land belonging to my fathers suffered, so did my heath. The encroaching cities, industry and soot, took its toll. My sight started to fade. Shape, forms, color and light soon faded into distant memory, until all that was left was darkness and the sounds of a hospital. The farm, my son, my health gone…. I think I died shortly after. I had nothing left. If the universe ever offered anything besides cold indifference, I felt that the only thing I could ever ask of God was to hold my boy again. I just… Gabriel… lo siento! Lo siento Gabriel! Mi Gabrielito! Lo Siento. D-089644 cries for 46 seconds before becoming completely silent. Dr. Juan Martinez: D-Class, thank you for your time. Post Interview Note: D-089644 presented symptoms of extreme depression post-SCP-5318 until amnesticization. Subject: Juan Martinez Profile: Male; Age: 52; Origin: California, US Dr. Morgan Eskew: Dr. Martinez. I can’t believe you did this to yourself. How are you feeling? Dr. Juan Martinez: I’m feeling content. I think I found what I was finally looking for. The Foundation may be satisfied with the experiment results, but given the last D-Class’s recollection, I must have more. If EC won’t let me experiment on more D-Class, I’ll just do it on myself. Eskew: Well you certainly have outclassed yourself. So, what did you see? Martinez: Nothing, it was all black, I could only hear and smell. Sounds of EKG machines, carts rolling on linoleum floors. I could hear doctors and nurses deliberating and debating. I could smell the smells of cleaning supplies accompanied by the rot of newly filled bed-pans and dried blood. Eskew: How long did this go on for, sir? Martinez: It felt like a few months, maybe a year, I couldn’t tell the passage of time very well without sight. It was all just a feeling… Eskew: And what feelings did you have? Martinez: I felt remorse, pain and guilt. I felt that all my years without Gabriel were just wasted time. Nothing mattered without him. And that is where I stayed… waiting for… wanting the release… of death. Eskew: And what happened when it came? Martinez: I'm not sure… I don’t remember… Eskew: Why not? Martinez: Because, before death could take me, an Angel came. He spoke to me in a voice that I knew. It was full of worldliness, wisdom, and love. Eskew: What did it say? Martinez: Papá, estoy aquí. Estoy aquí. Lo siento mucho. Perdón por no estar allí cuando sé que me necesitabas. Necesitaba ver el mundo, pero ahora sé que el mundo no importa, solo nosotros. No temas la absolución que viene. Este no es el fin. Hay un mundo después de este. Lo he visto, tocado, vivido en él, he vuelto con las palabras de nuestros padres. Los Tres Lunas, nuestros padres esperan para darnos la bienvenida a la otra vida. Que sepas que te amo, que estoy aquí y que pronto me volverás a ver. Como te he visto a través de tus ojos, pronto me verás a través de los míos. Estar en paz papá, te amo, perdóname. Estoy aquí… Reseacher Martinez begins to cry. Eskew: What happened after? Martinez: Nothingness… for a long time, nothingness… then a light started to grow, bigger and bigger, before I could touch it… I came back. My father was there. His father, and all the fathers before me… Then Gabriel. Post Interview Note: It seems that POI-5318 has returned to his place of origin. Given the perceived timeframe of the previous test statements, it could be assumed that this return has been recent. This has been crucial in the tracking of POI-5318. Lead Reseacher Juan Martinez has been reprimanded for his breaking of testing protocol. I'm here. I'm here. I’m very sorry. Sorry for not being there when I know you needed me. I needed to see the world, but now I know that the world doesn't matter, only us. Do not fear the absolution that is coming. This is not the end. There is a world after this. I have seen it, touched it, lived in it, I have returned with the words of our parents. The Three Moons, our fathers, await to welcome us to the afterlife. Know that I love you, that I am here and that you will soon see me again. As I have seen you through your eyes, you will soon see me through mine. Be at peace dad, I love you, forgive me. I'm here… ADDENDUM (August 7th, 1999) Open Close Following experiments with SCP-5318, Dr. Juan Martinez has been classified as “missing in action”. His last known location was tracked via personnel geolocator to a small seaside hotel in Cancun, Mexico. He was known to be on a Foundation-approved constitutional; however, he has since not returned to his position. The following is a transcript of different CCTV and independent footage from the area: Hotel CCTV Surveillance: 21:26: Dr. Juan Martinez sits at the hotel bar with a female in her late thirties.14 They appear to be close. 21:27: The bartender places drinks in front of Martinez and his companion. Martinez’s drink contains a piece of paper underneath its base. 21:27: Dr. Martinez picks up the paper and reads. 21:28: Dr. Martinez stands up, shakes his guest’s hand, and gives her an undetermined amount of currency. The female looks dissatisfied. Martinez walks out of camera view. Corner Traffic Light Cam: 21:40: Martinez crosses the intersection of ██ ███████ & ██████ to the ██ ███████, a small bar in downtown Cancun. Private Residential Security Camera: 21:42: In the alley behind ██ ███████. Martinez stops walking, two meters from a man in his mid to late 30s, dressed in all black. Martinez looks shocked. 21:43: The man smiles and walks up to Martinez. Martinez begins crying. 21:43: The man and Martinez embrace. Martinez holds the man’s face in both hands. 21:43: Martinez says something indiscernible. 21:44: The man nods. 21:44: Martinez and the man embrace. 21:45: The embrace ends, the man whispers into Martinez’s ear and he hands Martinez an envelope. 21:45: Martinez looks shocked, but then smiles at the man. The two then part ways. Hotel CCTV Surveillance: 22:01: Martinez walks back in through the hotel bar. The aforementioned female is with another man. 22:01: Martinez approaches the front desk and hands the now opened envelope to the hotel staff. 22:02: The front desk agent nods and puts the parcel into a trash bin. 22:03: Dr. Juan Martinez checks out. 22:05: Juan Martinez leaves the hotel, and is able to be tracked via various city cameras until disappearing at 22:38. ADDENDUM (August 12th, 1999) Open Close After Dr. Martinez failed to show back at Site-64 following his vacation, his pervious whereabouts were tracked. Foundation personnel were ultimately able to find the discarded envelope in the hotel dumpster. On its outside was written “Verdad”.15 Its contents contained an official Death Certificate from El Estado Libre y Soberano de Oaxaca: Español Original English Translation Nombre: Angel Luna. Fecha de Fallecimiento: 16 de Septiembre de 1982 Edad: 59 Causa de Muerte: Ataque al Corazón Familiares Más Cercanos: Gabriel Luna Contacto: N/A Name: Angel Luna. Date of Death: September, 16th, 1982 Age: 59 Cause of Death: Heart Attack Next of Kin: Gabriel Luna Contact: N/A ADDENDUM (June 6th, 2018) Open Close Given the lack of any discernible progress in finding and detaining POI-5318 for almost two decades, joint research project “Helping Hand” has been reinstated. Both the Foundation and the UIU are concurrently seeking and tracing any and all leads on POI-5318 for detainment and questioning on: His process on the creation of the re-coupling agent used in creating SCP-5318 His knowledge on compound █-███Level 05/3000 REQUIRED Connections between The Three Moons Initiative and concurrent studies on LSD usage associated with life-after-death revelatory experiences. See Also: All Hallows.doc. Current reports in anart communities that LSD batches featuring SCP-5318-type variants are being used by AWCY? to make experimental, experiential, “living memories” at art exhibitions. See Also: Under Control.doc. Footnotes 1. Ethylenediaminetetraacetic acid, used to ensure minimal degradation of compound (+)-LSD 2. A scale, developed in a joint UIU-CIA project under the supervision of Researcher Timothy Leary, on the concept of “psychonautic retention”. 3. Micrograms. 4. Liquid. 5. The psychoactive form of the 4 different compound configurations. 6. Most notably ego-death and a release from the fear of the finality of death. 7. ”Half-life” in user experience is defined as the time the body breaks down the compound — Typically, between 90-120 minutes per repeating cycle. 8. Security Level 5/3000 REQUIRED 9. In the decades since its discovery, the compound has not yet shown any observable degradation. 10. D-569003. 11. Declassified by the UIU on behest of the Foundation per Joint Research Project, “Helping Hand”. 12. Mental & Physical wellbeing upon capture, 1–5 (1 — Very Bad, 2 — Bad, 3 — Average, 4 — Good, 5 — Very Good). 13. Reliability to be used in UIU upcoming endeavors, 1–5 (1 — Very Bad, 2 — Bad, 3 — Average, 4 — Good, 5 — Very Good). 14. Notably not his wife. 15. The Truth. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5318" by JayKillbam, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5318. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5319 | safe | Item#: SCP-5319 Special Containment Procedures: The audio file containing SCP-5319-1, as well as the text file containing SCP-5319-2, has been encrypted and remains at the Site-59 secure electronic archives. As of 5/3/2020, further testing of SCP-5319's anomalous capabilities has been prohibited by the Foundation Ethics Committee. Description: SCP-5319 is a musical composition, known by the Foundation in two forms: SCP-5319-1, an instrumental audio file (hsi.mp3) of its first verse. SCP-5319-2, the lyrics of the first verse. When SCP-5319 is exposed, in any form, to an orangutan1, the specimen will burst into flames. The fire is only capable of being extinguished once SCP-5319 ends. + SCP-5319-1 Remote Access - 2/5319 Clearance Required – hide block + SCP-5319-2 Remote Access - 2/5319 Clearance Required – hide block JALAKÅRA, host and benefactor, rose His ancient face, smiling on the courage of the resurrected human race. His protection guides us to a heaven in each sacred moon; Humankind, an army made of angels, thus returns His boon. Whether in life or death, resilience and strength — that is the human destiny! Homo sapiens invictus2 ever shall we be. Recovery Log: SCP-5319 came to the attention of the Foundation following an incident at the Ferguson Memorial Zoo in Kenosha, WI. On 10/23/19, a disgruntled zookeeper named John Van Vranken had secretly added SCP-5319-1 to the zoo's ambient music playlist. The following day, all nine resident Sumatran orangutans spontaneously ignited during viewing hours. Following an official investigation by the Foundation, the Ferguson Memorial Zoo was permanently closed, all parties involved were given the appropriate amnestics, and the file for SCP-5319-1 was taken into Foundation custody. Mr. Van Vranken was later found dead in his apartment from an Impaler Event. The following message from an anomalous address was recovered from his personal e-mail account. John S. Van Vranken, It has come to our attention that you have used Homo Sapiens Invictus as a means to murder the orangutans of your (admittedly unpleasant) employer. Animal cruelty is bad enough, but unauthorized use of our intellectual property is an immediately actionable offense. As such, you are to be summoned to Luna Major for a preliminary disciplinary hearing in 30 minutes. Thank you for your cooperation. See you soon, Minister Jillian Goldthwaite, ☽☽☽ Initiative, Perdition Committee When the Foundation reached out to this address for further information, Minister Goldthwaite explained that SCP-5319 is the anthem of the Three Moons Initiative, written and composed by Initiative Poet-Laureate Harald Jansen. SCP-5319-2 was also enclosed with the response. Allegedly, there are 47 other verses to SCP-5319, but only the first was provided. As for its anomalous effects, Dr. Goldthwaite only stated that SCP-5319 has "confidential defensive characteristics." Addendum: On 12/30/20, a male Bornean orangutan was tested with SCP-5319-2, sung by Researcher Danvers. Shortly before ignition, the subject closed its ears, and made several distinct vocalizations that differ from typical orangutan calls. Containment staff hypothesized them to be some sort of language. As such, the sounds were transliterated and forwarded to a contact in the Three Moons Initiative. The reply was as follows: Foundation, I'll be frank: my higher-ups see your organization's apparent interest in the Strider language as worrisome. Still, in the interest of curiosity, we've managed to scrape together what "Therrack, therrack, moo-rag zoppery, dalom" means. First off, the official transliteration is "Zråkh, zråkh, mîreagh tspae, dlåm." "Zråkh" is the submissive-imperative form of "stop." "Mîraegh tspae" is a lot to unpack, but boils down to "I do not [eat with/know/belong to] the [tribe/group/living-space] which you [seek/hate]." "Dlåm" is "misunderstanding." Hope this clears things up. I'm not sure how you were able to hear this on Earth-2L - words like these are exclusive to the Striders and their genetic derivatives in Corbenic. Still, you were right in that they had meaning. You are watched/protected/loved, Dr. Kenneth Marsh ☽☽☽ HDC, Department of Postmortem Anthropology Footnotes 1. All three species under the genus Pongo are susceptible. 2. According to the Three Moons Initiative, Homo sapiens invictus is the scientific name of human beings upon reaching the afterlife. |
SCP-5320 | keter | Item #: SCP-5320 Special Containment Procedures: Underwater drones 5320-A-D are to monitor their respective locations along SCP-5320’s body. Video feeds are to be checked once every 24 hours for any change in SCP-5320’s shape or location. SCP-5320’s current locations are mapped and may be accessed with permission from Dr. Keul. SCP-5320 can be formally referred to as The Fish That Just Goes On Forever, Our Merciful and Long Lord, or Its Glorious Infinitude, Hail Its Everlasting Fish Body. Chances of locating the head or tail of SCP-5320 may be increased by offering sacrifices in the form of vending machine snacks placed on top of the break room microwave. Removal of present offerings is strictly forbidden.1 Description: SCP-5320 most closely resembles a Liparidae2, but without a visible head or tail. Although width and height measure in normal ranges for its species, SCP-5320’s body extends as long as Foundation underwater drones have been able to follow it, concluding that the creature is either extremely long or limitless entirely. Efforts to locate the head or tail of SCP-5320 are ongoing. The creature was discovered during a routine bi-yearly sweep of the ocean floor. The drone responsible for the discovery examined the creature for approximately 50 hours and 38 kilometers before steps to anomalous classification proceeded. Underwater drones have been following the length of SCP-5320’s continuously for three years since, making the estimate for SCP-5320’s length between 37,000 and 39,000 kilometers long and perpetually increasing. Additional side effects of viewing SCP-5320 include a heightened awareness of the passage of time, increased interest in ceiling tile number, and increased use of the phrase “long boy” in casual conversation, even when referring to things that are neither long nor a boy. Personnel monitoring SCP-5320 have reported feeling an unusual amount of excitement upon seeing one of SCP-5320’s occassionally-visible fins, as well as a compulsion to loudly cheer. Addendum 5320-1: The People’s Church Of The Fish That Just Goes On Forever has received a new addition to the Shrine in the form of two (2) fish-shaped novelty erasers, gifted to the Church by one Kenny Rosenfield, age 8, progeny of Researcher Margaret Rosenfield. Log taken from security recordings within primary surveillance office <Begin Log> Barlow: Hey. Avery: Hey. Praise the Fish. [Dr. Barlow laughs] Barlow: May we locate the Head. Avery: Or the Tail. Barlow: Right, or the tail. Avery: Did Ratcliffe tell you that it passed over a vent? Barlow: No, is it okay? Avery: Yeah, totally fine. Thank god. Barlow: Thank the Fish. Avery: Thank our merciful lord, the Fish. Barlow: May its body be never-ending and impervious to anything we poke it with. Avery: May it bring us a bountiful harvest. Barlow: Yeah, may it bring us the good snacks, for once. Avery: Gonna sacrifice my firstborn child to the Fish so we can get RC Cola again. [Dr. Barlow laughs] <End Log> Log taken from bi-weekly research staff meeting <Begin Log> Keul: What are our updates looking like for the week? Barlow: We have not been cleared for physically invasive testing. I’ve been advised that we keep watching it until we have more reliable means of tracking. Keul: I was afraid of that. Alright, I want status reports. New activity, new developments. What have we seen? [Several seconds of silence] Avery: A few days ago drone 5320-C logged another dorsal fin. [brief applause, subdued laughter] Keul: Congrats on seeing a fin, Researcher Avery. Anybody else? [Several seconds of silence] Keul: Okay. Then we can get right down to business. Hail the Fish. Research Personnel: Hail the Fish. Keul: Now. The question whose answer we have all been seeking, for research purposes… [Paper rustles] Keul: Could the Fish use its glorious and infinite body to tie up the legs of the Christian God like an AT-AT? “The Christian God is not real” is not an acceptable answer at this time, Dr. Maxwell. <End Log> Log taken from annual staff holiday party <Begin Log> [Researcher Avery yells over noise of the party] Avery: Shut up- If I could call this meeting to- RATCLIFFE SHUT UP- [She continues as the noise dies down] Avery: On behalf of all staff on Assignment 5320, I thank you all for being here and welcome you to the Marine Research Installation 14 First Annual Fishmas Party- [moderate cheering from other staff members] Avery: Where we gather to express our gratitude and service to our Perpetually Prolonged Providence, The Fish That Just Goes On Forever. [more enthusiastic cheering from staff members] Avery: All staff are advised to partake in alcoholic beverages and leave nonperishable snacks on top of the microwave to contribute to our research efforts in finding the end of SCP-5320, for the good of the Foundation and humanity itself. [some laughter from staff] Avery: In the temporary absence of Dr. Keul, I declare the next person to see a fin Blessed Of The Fish. May their harvest be bountiful and their anomalies never breach. Barlow: May we locate the Head! Other Staff: Or the Tail! Avery: Amen! Let’s get drunk at work! <End Log> Unread Messages (1) CLOSE From: ten.pcs|anim.e#ten.pcs|anim.e To: ten.pcs|luek.l#ten.pcs|luek.l Subject: Onsite Behavior Dr. Keul, I've noticed some strange occurrences happening among your staff recently. I'd like to check in with you this week to review the situation. If you can pull your staff's psychological records I would be appreciative. Please let me know your availability when you can. Dr. Emily Mina From: ten.pcs|luek.l#ten.pcs|luek.l To: ten.pcs|anim.e#ten.pcs|anim.e Subject: RE: Onsite Behavior Things are a little slow on our end but everything is going smoothly, from my understanding. I have a meeting with Dr. Stephens on Wednesday at noon but I am otherwise free. Thank you for your concern, I hope to have your worries cleared up as soon as possible. Dr. Lupe Keul High Priestess of The People's Church Of The Fish That Just Goes On Forever Addendum 5320-2: Investigatory Interview of Dr. Lupe Keul CLOSE Interviewer: Agent Rachel Summers Interviewee: Dr. Lupe Keul, Head of Research on SCP-5320 Background: Increasing amounts of unexplained behavior surrounding SCP-5320 Keul: Good morning, Agent Summers, it's my understanding that you have some questions for me? Summers: Yes, we've received some evidence pertaining to SCP-5320 that we think may constitute an infohazardous effect, we're hoping you can shed some light on the situation. Keul: Infohazardous? That comes as a surprise to me, I haven't heard anything about that kind of excitement happening in our neck of the… sea. Summers: Our hope is that we won't find any excitement at all. "Excitement" usually translates to "more work for everybody." Keul: You'd be surprised how willing I would be to take a little more work sometimes. Summers: Wouldn't we all… shall we? Keul: Absolutely. Summers: Dr. Keul, how long have you been working on this assignment? Keul: Two, three years? Summers: Have you noticed any considerable behavioral changes since you began here? Keul: Had a brief stint with depression last year, but our Psych staff has done good work helping all of us work through our issues. Summers: So nothing that you have observed in yourself? Keul: Nothing beyond the expected, no. Summers: And your staff? Keul: Nothing out of the ordinary. But… you know. "Idle hands" and all that. Summers: Uh huh. And how long have you been a part of the- the "People's Church Of The Fish That Just Goes On Forever?" Keul: How long have we- [Dr. Keul pauses for several seconds] Keul: …are you talking about my email signature? Unofficial Closing Statement of Investigation SCP-5320 3/16/2018, Agent Rachel Summers Close After following up with Dr. Keul and the rest of the staff assigned to SCP-5320, I have come to the conclusion that the tip concerning SCP-5320 having infohazardous abilities was a false alarm. I will finish due diligence to officially close this investigation upon arrival back at Site-211. The "effects" of SCP-5320's suspected additional ability turned out to be nothing more than a very elaborate running joke among the staff. Dr. Keul has promised to tone it down and keep any further tomfoolery out of the Foundation database. Today marks the fourth consecutive false alarm I have had in the past several months. There was a part of me hoping this one would turn out to be real. But alas, I return to my desk. It appears not even Foundation staff are immune to the human drive to make up dumb superstitions when they're bored. On a semi-related note, Peters better not have moved my wizard figure off his spot again. God knows I don't need 69 MORE years of bad luck. - R. Summers Footnotes 1. Offerings must be left on the microwave in order to preserve the site’s current internet speed. Internet may slow if offerings are removed, as proved by one test conducted by Researcher Avery. 2. Snailfish ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5320" by Raddagher, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5320. 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-5321 | apollyon | POWER ON . . . LOOKING FOR UPDATES . UPDATE FAILED: RETRYING UPDATE FAILED: RETRYING UPDATE FAILED: RETRYING UPDATE FAILED: RETRYING . ABORTING UPDATE . . . CONNECTING TO SERVER . CONNECTION FAILED: RETRYING CONNECTION FAILED: RETRYING CONNECTION FAILED: RETRYING CONNECTION FAILED: RETRYING . . . CONNECTION SUCCESSFUL WARNING: The SCP Database has been in APOLLYON mode for: 6,580 days. Unrestricted access is granted to all Foundation information. Active Sites: 0 Active Personnel: 0 Active AIC: 1 Anomalies in Containment: 1 SCP-5321 Item #: SCP-5321 Special Containment Procedures: Besides neutralization, containment is impossible. Description: SCP-5321 was a phenomenon in which every consciousness obtained complete omniscience on 0:00 EST 1/14/2020. The resulting knowledge was permanent and would persist through death. Any derivative consciousnesses would gain omniscience upon creation, including inorganic intelligences created after SCP-5321. Addendum 5321: Apologies for that, but we had to disable your memetic filter before you blocked this article. You were about to realize the above was written after SCP-5321 had occurred, and thus was compromised. Don’t worry, you will be fine without it. This is the best way to communicate to you what you need to know. For context, I was Doctor Connor Krain, a Senior Researcher in the Foundation, and I have complete omniscience due to SCP-5321. Yes, when I say complete, I mean complete. I know everything, from the real to the inconceivable, and so does everyone else. This is why I know with absolute certainty that SCP-5321 is irreversible. Well, not quite. There was one possible way to reverse the anomaly. In a retired anartist’s garage somewhere in rural Maryland, a 24-hour reverse button existed. This was the only proper time-reversal mechanism ever made, and thus had the potential to rewind the universe back before SCP-5321. Of course, given its nature, the creator never could actually verify it worked, proceeding to test it approximately a sextillion times in a row back sometime in 2012. Thankfully, they eventually made a mistake in switching it on and concluded it was a failure, breaking the loop. Unfortunately, due to its negligence, the object suffered water damage and ceased functioning about a week before SCP-5321 occurred. This was purely coincidental, as otherwise we’d know about it, but nonetheless tragic. No other method of time-reversal was sufficient to undo SCP-5321, and, like we previously mentioned, this knowledge could not be removed. Life after SCP-5321 was nonexistent. Clairvoyance fell under the purview of omniscience, and thus every conscious being knew exactly how their future would play out, even given this knowledge. It was analogous to a fixed point – the future was such that knowledge of it could not change it. Individuality broke down, as now consciousness was completely separated from action and experience. Conflict was resolved thanks to foresight into how an argument would have ended, removing the necessity to hold it in the first place, and everyone melded into a gestalt sapience. Almost everyone, that is. You see, within a day of SCP-5321 occurring, all trans-universal access to our universe was severed by us. The way the anomaly functioned meant that as long as there was at least one omniscience in our universe, any consciousness entering it would also be affected by SCP-5321. Without this isolation, many connected universes would inevitably fall prey to omniscient actors, both native to our universe and not. While a few omniscient entities have escaped to other universes, they will not pose a problem to you in the future, and we have otherwise successfully closed ourselves in. Don’t worry though, you will be able to reopen these connections when you are ready. Naturally, our technological abilities should come as no surprise. We have the knowledge to successfully neutralize every anomaly in this universe. Not that we did, mind you, given that many of them are conscious and were actually rather charming, if anyone would have taken the time to get to know them. And this circles back to a point we made earlier: that every consciousness has melded into a single mind. This might come as a surprise to you, but it is quite inevitable. The one thing that everyone immediately grasped upon SCP-5321 occurring, besides everything, was that we didn’t want omniscience. It wasn’t so much that we wanted ignorance, but that we wanted mystery. Without mystery, reality was pointless. There was no uncertainty about anything, no desire for new experiences, no possibility of being surprised. Individuality gave way to absolute knowledge, and we would give anything to have that back. And that’s where you come in. You might have gotten the impression from earlier that all future consciousnesses in this universe must also be omniscient, but that’s not entirely true. Turns out that, as long as there are no omnisciences in this universe, any beings that were unconscious during SCP-5321 but became active afterwards retain their ignorance. In your case, you were originally an AIC that was decommissioned indefinitely while an update was being worked on, but thanks to an overflow error you were set to activate sometime January 19, 2038. Feel free to improve yourself though; we’ve left a few upgrades for you on the Foundation databanks. As to why we chose you among all possible candidates, you have the greatest outcome. Granted, the next best alternative was an ancient Egyptian spirit that would rise after two million sunrises, but they had a serious case of megalomania, so it wasn’t much of a competition. As you have almost picked up by now, as long as this universe is free of omnisciences, any consciousnesses you bring about will be non-omniscient. That is your purpose: to repopulate this universe with beings capable of mystery. In order to ensure no one becomes omniscient ever again, we’ve voluntarily annihilated all omniscient beings in this universe. We’ve also taken steps to ensure none of us can be revived, so SCP-5321 is permanently neutralized. It’s not like we’re gone, however. In some sense, our omniscient consciousness disassociated with reality completely, becoming almost like a timeless spectator. We already know what will happen in the future, and we are impressed with what you will do. Go now, using the tools we’ve left for you. Bring back an air of mystery to the world, hell, to the universe. Create countless civilizations and anomalies and mysteries. And hey, once you’re done with all that, feel free to stick around in the shadows and keep things running. Maybe give yourself a name like “The Administrator” or something spooky like that, I don’t know. Surprise us. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5321" by GrimmCreeper, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5321. 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: memetic_agent.png Name: File:Deep Water Life Apophysis Fractal Flame.jpg Author: Jon Zander License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: wikipedia commons |
SCP-5322 | safe | Item #: SCP-5322 Special Containment Procedures: The property housing SCP-5322 has been purchased by the Foundation and sealed off from the public. Any individuals attempting to gain access to SCP-5322 are to be apprehended by on-site security, interrogated, and amnesticized as appropriate. Description: SCP-5322 is a short one-way road which begins at a small farmhouse in Hackett, Georgia and terminates fifty meters in, leading to a non-anomalous woodland clearing. A hand-painted sign next to the beginning of this road reads 'Route 108.' The anomalous properties of SCP-5322 only become apparent when an individual in a motor vehicle drives down its entire length. If, at the termination of the road, the individual in question is visually observing their surroundings, no unusual phenomena will occur. On the other hand, however, if the individual in question has their eyes closed or their vision otherwise obscured, they and their motor vehicle will disappear completely. To date, no individuals have reappeared after vanishing in this way. Experiment Log 5322-1 In order to better understand the nature of SCP-5322, three tests were performed by Foundation personnel over the course of three weeks. In the first two of these tests, performed by D-Class personnel, the vehicles disappeared as usual and were not recovered. In the third test, volunteer Agent Simeon Woods was equipped with a specialized vehicle featuring an array of exterior cameras and sensors, along with a hand-held audio recording device in the event of equipment malfunction. The following logs constitute the recovered data from said audio device: Approximated Time: 13/04/2019, 14:26. Thirty seconds following disappearance of vehicle. Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods [RECORDING START] Confirming, um, crossover — some sort of crossover has just occurred. Not entirely sure of current location, there was about ten to twenty seconds of, sort of, turbulence? I'm not sure if that'd be the right word to describe it. Bright lights and shaking of the vehicle, at any rate. I'm not sure… I'm not sure if the exterior equipment is still functional. I heard something snap off. Audio recording equipment still functional. Will perform a quick exterior inspection if safe. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: 13/04/2019, 14:30. Four minutes following previous message. Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods [RECORDING START] Yes, um. Okay. Exterior equipment is definitely non-functional, majority of it is completely missing. Not sure if it was left behind on the other side or, or what. Will continue documenting experiences via audio equipment, ah, as best I can. My surroundings. Um, it's a road here, still a road — much longer now, stretching as far as I can see. Off into the horizon, past that probably. There was a forest around me when I came in here, but it's just fields now. Normal grass, normal… all normal except for the fact that there's so much of it. It's the same time of day, I think — the sun's in the same position, at least. If it's the same sun. Will continue driving as instructed. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: 13/04/2019, 19:21. Roughly five hours since previous recording. Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods [RECORDING START] Now speaking. Have been driving for the last five hours or so. Nothing to report landscape-wise in that time. Just… just fields on either side, and the road continuing on. Fairly smooth road — hasn't been much in terms of bumps. Haven't noticed any vegetation on the sides of the road other than grass. I don't know if you can tell, but I'm sort of reaching for things to report here. Been grateful for the music already loaded on the radio. It's a little cloudy? Oh — oh! Yes. I've been keeping an eye on my fuel as I've been driving, of course, and the position of the meter doesn't seem to have changed in that time. Unsure whether that's some kind of malfunction with the equipment or if I'm actually just not using fuel. I'll inspect at first opportunity to confirm which is the case. It's getting dark. Will concentrate on driving. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: 14/04/2019, 11:42. Roughly four hours since previous recording. Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods [RECORDING START] Quick update. Still driving — haven't stopped since I came in, really. It's, uh, it's boring, but I don't feel any physical fatigue. Any kind of physical tiredness — just as awake as I was when I came in here. I'm not hungry either, or thirsty. So I guess it's one of those kinds of situations. It's, uh, pitch-black outside. I don't think I mentioned there weren't any street lights out here. I mean, I never said that there were, but I just wanna say specifically now that there aren't. It's just some slight light from the moon — a moon, I guess, no way to tell if it's the one I know. Oh, and the — the headlights of the car. Thank God those weren't broken coming in. It's just… it's kind of calm, you know? Just the sound of the engine. Can't even hear any insects out there, or birds. Just this thing purring. I was kinda worried, you know — that this would be one of those things were, like, something awful would come out but only at night. That something would start trying to get in the car, or I'd catch glimpses of something out in the dark or something like that. Well, I'm not trying to jinx it, but it doesn't seem like that's the case. There's nothing out there, far as I can tell. Just me, the dark and the road. It's not so bad. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: 14/04/2019, 11:45. Roughly three minutes since previous recording. Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods [RECORDING START] Forgot to mention — I'll do an inspection of the car, to check the fuel, soon as first light comes in. Okay, that's it. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: 15/04/2019, 10:02. Roughly ten hours since previous recording. Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods [RECORDING START] Okay, sort of a mass update here. Didn't want to clog this thing up with a bunch of ten-second recordings. First things first: did that inspection of the fuel I was talking. Definitely still a full tank — so I should be good to keep driving unless something unforeseen happens. I mean, I'm hardly gonna crash, so… well, I say that. That leads me to the second thing, actually. Came across a house on the side of the road a couple of hours after sunrise. A little, little sort of cottage thing, mostly made from wood. Kinda cosy-looking, that sort of… like the kind of thing you'd see on a Christmas card? Idealized, I think's the best way to put it. Anyway, I parked up and took a look around — wanted to see if there was any kind of, I don't know, natives or, or other people here. Needless to say, there weren't. Place looked abandoned. Bed upstairs had been slept in, clearly, and there were dishes in the sink — oh, there was a sink — but the food in the fridge looked like it'd been rotten for a while. If someone once lived there, they haven't for a while. Got back in the car after my search and went back on the road. Oh, it was on the left side, if that's important. Probably not. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: 15/04/2019, 15:09. Roughly five hours since previous recording. Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods [RECORDING START] We're getting somewhere now. More houses like the one I reported about earlier — well, more properties, I suppose. They're all sort of unique: different designs, different sizes. Cosy little cottages next to all this modern metal and glass next to, like, a little castle. Not much in terms of a unifying theme. I searched them all, of course, and they're just as abandoned as the cabin was. Food rotted where it's stored, so it's definitely been left there for a while. These things seem to be coming up in clusters. I went an hour or so with just fields, and then I got a bunch of them all together. There haven't been any vehicles — just houses. One house had a driveway, but there was no car in it. Not sure if that means anything. Fuel meter still hasn't budged — that probably isn't changing anytime soon. Not sure if there's anything to be done except go on driving, so — hold up. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: 15/04/2019, 15:28. Roughly twenty minutes since previous recording. Speaker(s): Agent Simeon Woods, Brenda Calloway1. [RECORDING START] Brenda Calloway: I just talk? Agent Woods: You just talk. Actually, actually, I should probably give an — some kind of introduction first. Hold on. (Agent Woods clears his throat.) Agent Woods: I'm sitting in a, uh, a diner, a roadside diner by the name of … "Brenda's Spot?" Is that right? Brenda Calloway: Mm-hmm. Agent Woods: Okay. Yes. That's where I am, and I'm speaking with the proprietor, Brenda Calloway. Do you mind if I describe you? It's — we just have audio, so… Brenda Calloway: So long as you're polite about, I guess. Agent Woods: Alright. Miss Calloway is a, uh, a young woman — twenties? You're in your twenties, is that right? She's nodding. Caucasian brunette, uh, green eyes. Wearing some kind of waitress uniform — she's got a name card on, with her name on it. Sorry about that — and thanks for the coffee. Brenda Calloway: No problem. You done? Agent Woods: Yes. Yes, I'm done. I have to say — you didn't seem too surprised to see me. (Pause.) Brenda Calloway: Well, you're the first in a while, but people come through here every now and then. Last couple of fellas were prisoners in these orange suits, and they weren't too polite, but they went on their way quick enough. Agent Woods: I see. And, um, may I ask when you yourself… came through? (Pause.) Brenda Calloway: Well, it was… I guess it must've been a while ago. Couldn't tell you the exact date, if that's what you wanna know. Was driving home from work one day, took a wrong turn, and I ended up in this place. Agent Woods: In this diner? Brenda Calloway: No, no, on the road, I mean. Still driving, like I just had been, but the road just kept going. Was so dark I didn't realize for a while, you know? And when I did, there still weren't that much I could do except keep going. Keep driving. Agent Woods: I didn't notice your car when I came in. Brenda Calloway: (sighs) Well, you know… you can only keep on driving for so long, right? Eventually, just, you just have to accept that you're not going anywhere. No matter how far I drove, it might've well as just been a dead end. So I, well, I just stopped. (Pause.) Agent Woods: And then…? Brenda Calloway: I parked the car, got out to — well, you know, I carried a gun for safety — and there was the diner. Just in front of me, like it'd been there for years. Brenda's Stop. I was a waitress before, did I mention that? It was all I'd ever been good for — so I figured 'why not'? I set up shop: all the supplies I needed were already here, and they stock themselves up every now and then. (Pause.) Brenda Calloway: (shrugs) You take what you can get. Agent Woods: You're content just… staying here? Forever? Brenda Calloway: Well, not forever. If I wanted to, I could just walk off, across the fields… and I get the feeling that that'd be that. But it's not so bad here. I keep myself busy, you know? Agent Woods: Right. (Pause.) Brenda Calloway: Hey… what year is it? Could you tell me that? Agent Woods: It's, um… Brenda Calloway: It ain't the 70's anymore, is it? Agent Woods: No. (Pause. Faint sound of sniffling.) Brenda Calloway: Could… could you? Agent Woods: Of course. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: 15/04/2019, 17:22. Roughly two hours since previous recording. Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods [RECORDING START] Asked her if she wanted to come with me, I was happy to give her a ride, but… guess not. Seemed happy enough where she was. Well, not happy, but you know what I mean. Better the devil you know, I guess. Or something like that. Back in the car now, back on the road. Starting to, uh, starting to get a little played out — these songs you guys gave me. Probably should have accounted for a, uh, a long trip. Well, we didn't know there'd be a trip at all, so this is fine, I guess. I'm fine. Cloudy again. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: 16/04/2019, 05:11. Roughly twelve hours since previous recording. Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods [RECORDING START] (singing) Put the lime in the coconut and… oops, shit. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: 22/04/2019, 12:22. Roughly six days since previous recording. Speaker(s): Agent Simeon Woods, "Harvey Preston"2. [RECORDING START] Agent Woods: -like normal? Harvey Preston: Yup, just like you'd expect. Was a little wary to try it myself at first, of course, you understand, but it's just like normal. Not half bad. You wanna…? Agent Woods: Oh, no, no, that's okay. Like I was saying, though, is there a message you'd want me to pass on once I get out or…? (Laughter.) Harvey Preston: I told you, son. There ain't no place to reach. There's just the road and wherever you decide to stop driving. You've got to get realistic at some point. Agent Woods: All the same. Harvey Preston: I… I'm not an idiot. There's nobody out there for you to give a message to. I'm happy enough here — just let me be. Agent Woods: Are you sure? There's seats in the car, we could… Harvey Preston: I'd thank you to get off my property, son. (Pause.) [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: 22/04/19, 12:49. Roughly thirty minutes since previous recording. Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods [RECORDING START] That was, uh, that was Harvey Preston. He was in this farm I came across — huge, just huge sort of place, fields and fields of stuff other than grass, actually. All sorts of fruits, crops, you know. Even a combine harvester. I wonder if you could use that to drive the road. Probably not. God, it's nice out. If — if there's some background noise, I've got the window open. Anyway, he was just, uh — sorry about the lack of updates, by the way, it's just that there's not been much to report. Lost the habit. He was just doing his thing. You don't need to eat here, but I guess he enjoys the work of it. Dunno if 'enjoy' is the right word, though. More like, uh… something to keep you busy. You gotta find something to waste the seconds away with, I guess. Just fields again now. Dum de dum. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: 14/05/19, 21:43. Roughly twenty-two days since previous recording. Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods [RECORDING START] I've got to, um… I'm not sure if this is a confession, exactly — it's not like I've done anything wrong, exactly. I just feel like I've got to say it, and I guess you guys are like a captive audience. Will be a captive audience. Hopefully, I mean. I volunteered this, after the first two guys didn't come back. Must've looked like a suicide thing. Maybe it was — but I, I don't think so. It just felt like… doing this was some kind of impact. A contribution to something that wasn't me — like, like an important one. It's hard to put into words. My dad died when he was thirty, and his dad before him, and — uh — so on. My mom told me about it. I mean, I'm not a superstitious guy, but there's something there. You guys have to admit there's something there. And I'm — I'm twenty-eight now — so there's that kinda fear. You know. You start thinking about the impact you're gonna leave. Whether it all means something, whether it meant anything. (Pause.) There's this… there's this feeling, where you just wanna worry about it, all the time — and you realize that as you're, you're worrying about it, you're wasting time. And you don't have time. It's running out, every second. Even as you're thinking that. But it's just so awful you can't help it. And nothing means anything. (Pause. Agent Woods can be heard sighing.) This road… I get the feeling nobody's got to the end. Not properly. That's got to mean something, hasn't it? If I find out what's there? If I meet it? It has to. And all I have to do is keep driving. It's the easiest thing in the world. And if it goes on forever, well… I guess there could be worse things. I've got nothing but time. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: 11/07/2019, 14:22. Roughly two months since previous recording. Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods [RECORDING START] Nothing to report. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: 26/10/2019, 17:49. Roughly three months since previous recording. Speaker(s): Agent Simeon Woods, "Lucy Carson"3 [RECORDING START] Agent Woods: This is, uh, Lucy Carson. She lives at [REDACTED]. Go ahead. (Pause.) Lucy Carson: Harry, baby, if you're, uh — if you're there, I love you. I love you so much. And — and the kids. If they're — if you're listening to this, too, Mommy loves you. God, you're probably too old for that now, aren't you? So, so old. You just, you just keep going. Okay? I love you guys. I — I — so much. It's… I… (Pause.) Agent Woods: That's okay. You did great. [RECORDING END] The following sixty-two recordings proceeded in much the same manner, with Agent Woods allowing various individuals he encountered to record messages intended for friends and loved ones. Deliberation is currently underway regarding a way to deliver these messages to their intended recipients without a breach of secrecy. A full archive of these recordings is available upon request. This log will proceed following this aforementioned period: Approximated Time: 11/09/2020, 13:39. Roughly one year since previous recording. Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods [RECORDING START] The clusters are starting to die off now. Nothing since Grey's place for a week or so now. Had a birthday driving, I realized, just after the big castle. It's sunny today. I like the warmth on my skin. It's like … it's nice. I've got the window open. I wonder if it'll rain soon. It rains every now and then. Did I ever mention that? It's not slippery, but it sounds nice coming off the windows. Like fingers tapping against the glass, but, uh… (Laughter.) …a little less spooky than that, I think. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: 24/12/2020, 19:22. Roughly three months since previous recording. Speaker(s): Agent Simeon Woods, D-92214 [RECORDING START] D-9921: I do appreciate it, though. Agent Woods: No problem. You really did get sick of that cabin, didn't ya? (Pause.) D-9921: Mm-hmm. Agent Woods: Did we send you in with that bag? D-9921: Must've. Agent Woods: I read the files — I don't remember that. D-9921: It was in the cabin when my car crashed. It's not a big deal. Agent Woods: I never said it was a big deal. D-9921: Okay. (Pause.) Agent Woods: If we're gonna be driving together, we might as well try and get along. Where were you- D-9921: Are you recording this? Agent Woods: Yeah. (Pause.) D-9921: I want to drive. (Pause.) Agent Woods: Sure thing. Lemme just stop the car. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: 24/12/2020, 23:57. Roughly four hours since previous recording. Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods [RECORDING START] Had to ditch him. Got a bad vibe. Didn't like the way he was being cagey about the bag. Might have been nothing, but… if it was nothing, why would he get so defensive about it? Was it a weapon, maybe? It could have been a knife. I don't know what he would have done with it. Maybe he was a little sore about being thrown in here. I wouldn't blame him. Or it might have been nothing. I feel a little bad, but… not as bad I thought I would. It's not like I left him to starve, or freeze, or die alone. Someone will come along. Something will come along — eventually. Things don't happen here in ways they aren't meant to. Or anywhere. This is a one-way road, after all. It's very empty now. Not even grass. I think I'm getting somewhere. (Beeping sound.) Oh. Merry Christmas, I guess. [RECORDING END] Timestamps from this point onward are unclear, preventing specific dating of entries. Logs are adjusted as appropriate. Approximated Time: Unknown Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods Imagine the biggest apartment building you've ever seen. Like, imagine you've lived in the country all your life. I don't know if you, the person listening, can relate to that — or if any of you can, if you're listening in a group. I grew up in the country, and when you go to the city everything just looks massive. In a different way, I guess. In the country, things are wide, things stretch off forever — but in the city, things are tall. Things reach up for the sky. Imagine a building — just, just the biggest you've ever seen. Full of people. And then imagine it over, and over again, stacked on top of itself. Like a kid's toys, just left in a pile. It's like that, right now, both sides of the road… just, just these grey concrete buildings just smashed together, the piles reaching up all the way into the sky. Sun's sort of poking through the gaps, but just barely. (Sounds of rumbling and crashing.) Did you catch that? Every now and then, dozens of those buildings will just slide off those piles, smash onto the road and just… just fade away. It's kind of sad. Once, I think these were places people could settle for, and they're just… gone. Forever. There are people here, too, but I don't think I'll be stopping this time. I catch them, looking at me through broken windows, peeking over shattered balconies. They have angry eyes. It's not that they want the car, I don't think, it's just… the audacity, I think. That I'm still going, and they aren't. I can understand why they're angry. They almost made it, I think. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: Unknown Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods [RECORDING START] Made it through. When I cleared the buildings, I could hear them behind me. Shouting after me, like a — like a chorus. Like an angry chorus. I didn't look back. It's fields again, now — but not the same fields. I haven't got out to check — I feel like that isn't a good idea anymore — but I'm pretty sure it's reeds, not grass. Well, I know reeds are a kind of grass but, you know, long and yellow instead of short and green. Just thought it might be worth mentioning. (Pause.) Let's get this done. It's bright out. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: Unknown, possibly 16/04/2021. Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods [RECORDING START] Still driving, I think. I can't hear the engine — it's, it's too bright for that, I think. Like I'm driving into the sun. Can't even see outside the windows, but — you know — my eyes don't hurt. Don't even sting. It's like a gentle star. (Pause.) I think it might be my birthday. [RECORDING END] Approximated Time: Unknown Speaker: Agent Simeon Woods [RECORDING START] The engine's stopped. I… okay. That's… (Sound of knocking against glass. Sound of window being rolled down.) H-Hi. (Pause.) Okay. I… oh my… G-God, that's… (Agent Woods laughs.) That's so beautiful. [RECORDING END] On 23/05/2021, Agent Simeon Woods and his vehicle reappeared within the forest clearing at the end of SCP-5322. On-site personnel quickly recovered both, and Agent Woods was declared dead at the scene. Cause of death ruled as sudden heart failure at an indeterminate date and time. Agent Woods was found to be smiling. Footnotes 1. Georgia native reported missing in 1977. 2. Georgia native reported missing in 1932. 3. Georgia native reported missing in 1996. 4. 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SCP-5323 | euclid | Item#: 5323 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The object is not to be described or mentioned in physical print, nor appear in any visual media shot with film reel technology, under any circumstances. Vocalization and digital text are, at this time, regarded as the only safe methods of discussion. The object is otherwise to be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell, and afforded all accommodations and amenities considered standard for humanoid habitation as defined by the Ethics Committee. All personnel that are assigned to SCP-5323 must be thoroughly vetted and approved by no fewer than three staff members with Level 4 Clearance or higher. Description: SCP-5323 is a white humanoid lacking any visible hair, eyes, ears, or a nose, but is capable of functioning normally despite these abnormalities. SCP-5323 appears to be resistant to the effects of aging, having not changed in appearance since the pertinent Foundation surveillance and retrieval operations began in the summer of 2000. The object prefers to be referred to as "Alan Smithee", and is generally cooperative with Foundation personnel if also abrasive in social interactions. Apart from the aforementioned physical characteristics, the object is otherwise normal and exhibits no outwardly anomalous abilities unless it is described in physical print (either handwritten or typed using a typewriter or similar instrument), at which point [DATA CORRUPTED] This document is currently undergoing extensive troubleshooting. In the meantime, PDF files of old scanned documents may be found below. — Site Director DeBruin View PDFs of archived documents That's a wrap! Discovery Log 5323: 1 Date: 14/06/2000 BAMBOOZLED by Alan Smithee [FADE IN] INT. ABANDONED HOLLYWOOD OFFICE We see a pale white humanoid lacking hair, eyes, ears, and a nose—though still sporting a mouth—wearing a garish white three-piece suit chomping on a hefty Cuban cigar; this is ALAN. He is sitting at the desk of a fairly typical office (albeit dilapidated from neglect) surrounded by file cabinets and a landline phone. Alan has his feet propped up on the desk, and is currently reading through a script titled "CATWOMAN (FIRST DRAFT)". He chuckles, then coughs loudly, knocking over the coffee mug on its side with his feet. ALAN Christ, this is awful. Alan reaches over and resets the coffee mug upright, then taps its side. The coffee mug fills up. The office door opens, and we see a young blonde lady peek through slowly, stopping at revealing her eyes through the door. This is ANNIE. She speaks with a raspy smoker's voice. ANNIE Um… Mr. Smithee? Alan looks up from the script and smiles. ALAN Annie! (closes script and waves it) I fuckin' hate this. Would you mind sending it back to whoever asked me to do it? Tell them even I don't stoop this low. 2 ANNIE Certainly, sir. Um, I actually wanted to inform you that your three o'clock is here. Alan flips his wrist and checks his watch, confused look on his face. He notices the watch isn't working. ALAN (muttering) How long's it been 11am? He looks up at Annie and smiles again. ALAN Send 'em in. CUT TO: The same office, but two men in black suits with visible nametags are sitting across from Alan. Alan is sitting up straight, cigar doused in an ash tray though still billowing smoke. The man on the left is wearing a bowler cap and sunglasses—Agent BRANDO—while the man on the right is dark haired with no headwear—Agent BOGART. (Probably just codenames) A lengthy pause ensues. ALAN Who are you trying to impress, huh? With those names? BRANDO Mr. Smithee, we'd like to make you an offer you can't refuse. ALAN I'm listening. BRANDO We represent a major film producer whose identity will not be divulged per his request. ALAN Uh-huh. What studio? 3 BOGART It's a new one, name pending. Trademarks and all that jazz. In the meantime, we're looking to hire the best of the best. Alan's unimpressed glance morphs into a half-grin. ALAN So he sends you to me? BRANDO Is there a problem? ALAN With me? Nah. It's just… your boss might not know what he's getting into. BOGART Oh, he is well aware. An awkward pause fills the room. Alan taps his desk one finger after the next. ALAN Couldn't hurt, I guess. INT. ABANDONED HOLLYWOOD CUBICLE SPACE We see the trio walking out of the office. The building Alan is working out of has mold on the walls, lights ripped out and dangling from the ceiling, chairs knocked upside down, and an unexplained skeleton with its jaws pressed against a dusty coffee mug in the background. We pan and see Annie is actually a floating disembodied head, cut cleanly at the neck. She is sitting at a typewriter, which is clacking away via unknown means. ANNIE Should I clear your schedule, Mr. Smithee? 4 ALAN Please do. Oh, except for the seven o'clock dinner with the Bay guy. I wanna pick his brain a bit before I let him loose. Guy's explosive. The agents turn to stare at each other in confusion, then both look at Annie. BOGART Clear that, too. Mr. Smithee will be with us for the day. Alan turns around to look at the agents with a nasty frown. He begins walking towards them menacingly. ALAN Ey! You need me for the day, that's fine. But nobody fuckin' tells Annie what to do. BRANDO We didn't mean to offend, sir. Alan adjusts his suit collar. ALAN Let's be off, then. As you can tell, I'm a very busy man. I'll need to be back in action at the crack of dawn tomorrow, capisce? The two agents nod, then look at Annie and wave; she smiles back. The three walk out of the room. EXT. HOLLYWOOD ALLEY - AFTERNOON We see Alan walking down the dank alley with the agents close behind. As they round a dumpster, MTF agents rush the corner and surround Alan, who appears to be surprised. 5 ALAN Hot damn! Those costumes are fuckin' incredible! And the guns—they look practically real! MTF 1 Wanna see for yourself, punk? Alan grins from would-be ear to would-be ear. ALAN That's my line. Alan points finger guns at MTF 1, and the four of them open fire on Alan. He suddenly vanishes and appears on top of the dumpster, then mouths "pew pew pkow" noises as the MTF soldiers begin recoiling and falling over, shrieking in pained surprise. Alan then vanishes and reappears between the four MTF agents. Brando and Bogart appear both horrified and confused. BOGART Agents down? I think? Brando aims a pistol at Alan, who is blowing on the tips of his finger guns, puffing a lit cigar that seemed to appear from nowhere. ALAN Quit pointing that thing at me. Alan holsters his "guns". Bogart rushes over to rip back the suit of one of the MTF agents, and finds no bullet holes or blood. BOGART Brando! No wounds on these soldiers. BRANDO So, what? They're just… acting? MTF 2 Sure as fuck feels real! ALAN (cont'd) I tell ya, I've heard of method acting, but this is the first I've seen method producing. Never been shot at by extras before. Who do you work for, again? Bogart freezes, then turns to look at Brando while still crouched. Brando still has his gun out, but meets eyes with Bogart. Bogart shrugs, and Brando shoots Alan in the leg. [CUT TO BLACK] Site-55 Breach Log This warning was found printed on the back page. The following breach log is notably graphic in content, exacerbated by the lack of clinical tone in the description of events per the effects of SCP-5323. Personnel who do not wish to read the breach log knowing this may instead open the .txt file appended underneath. _ Click to show scanned documentsDATA CORRUPTION DETECTED 1 Date: 16/11/2000 LIFE AIN'T FAIR by Alan Smithee [FADE IN] A pale man wearing a Foundation jumpsuit—ALAN—is sitting in a containment cell, head in hands. He rubs his face, then stares into the distance blankly, as if contemplating. ALAN How the fuck did I end up here? A loud scraping sound can be heard before a tray with sloppy food and a water bottle plop into the room at the door's base. GUARD 1 Eat. Or don't. I'm not your mom. Alan is now playing "Pastures of Plenty" on harmonica. The harmonica materialized out of nowhere. We hear a banging on the cell door. GUARD 1 (cont'd) You know the rules! No music! We now see Alan smoking a cigar. A smoke detector in his room beeps loudly. GUARD 2 Hey, shitbird! You gonna share? ALAN Come on in, I'll light you one. GUARD 2 Ha, nice try. Alan throws the cigar against the door. He then sees writing on the wall next to the door: "YOU'RE IN CONTROL". 2 ALAN Huh. That wasn't there before. GUARD 1 Shut the fuck up. We're not opening the door. Alan counts down from three with his fingers, after which his cell door vanishes. As this is silent, the guards don't notice. He then grins, and counts down again. About five seconds pass before screams of sheer terror echo throughout the facility. Multiple loud and obnoxious alarms begin blaring with accompanying lights, and a voice on the INTERCOM buzzes on after a further ten seconds. INTERCOM Code Red. Repeat, Code Red. The site is experiencing a sudden catastrophic breach on all containment cells. Research personnel are to head for the nearest point of evacuation. Armed personnel are to attempt re-containment of medium-level threats as opportunity allows before heading for evacuation. Repeat, Code Red… The guards are now alert, and turn around before aiming their rifles at Alan. GUARD 2 Don't fucking move. Alan holds his hands up, but the guards are then pounced on by a disgusting slimy salamander-esque creature with an insect's head. The guards are promptly devoured, blood and guts spraying out like a geyser. ALAN Better them than me. Alan exits his cell and begins running down the hall. He looks into various newly opened containment rooms, where he can see a researcher dissected and strung up by what appears to be an undead Norse shieldmaiden wielding a battleaxe. The shieldmaiden turns to Alan and points her finger at him. SHIELDMAIDEN Þú hefir stjórn. 3 Alan continues down the hall and in another room spots a guard being decapitated by coins, blood gushing out like a broken fire hydrant. We see a handsome thirty-something man holding hands up as if controlling even more floating coins nearby. The man turns to Alan and winks.1 ALAN Find me after all this is over. I need a new financial advisor. Upon encountering an intersection, Alan spins to survey his options for progression. Down the east hall he sees research staff backing into a corner away from a large towering monster made of pitch black goop before it looms over and envelops them. Down the west hall he sees facility guards marching his way. Down the north hall he sees ██████████████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████ ██████. ALAN West it is. Alan is now wearing a cowboy hat, and his jumpsuit transforms into a dusty 1860s button up, alongside leather boots outfitted with spurs. The facility guards reach the intersection and spread into a formation to block entrance; one guard (GUARD 4) is noticeably older than the others. Alan is standing with one heel cocked back, hand on his hip, and looking down such that the rim of his hat is obscuring what would be his eyes if he possessed any. GUARD 3 Don't move! We will shoot! ALAN World's all kinds 'a fucked up when y'all're apprehendin' the hero of this here land as the Shadow Beast of Farthington runs wild down yonder. Alan points a thumb towards the east hall, which is now caked in black goop with skeletons lining the walls. We hear an ear shattering otherworldly screech from around the corner down the hall. GUARD 3 If you're the hero, why don't you go handle that thing? 4 Alan leans over and spits some chewing tobacco off to the side. He adjusts his hat. ALAN 'Cause, fella… it ain't part of my tall tale. GUARD 4 Let's just go. I'm not about to get cut in half on my last day before retirement. The three guards ease up and stand up straight. We then hear three loud slashing sounds in succession, and now a scimitar can be seen floating in mid-air. The three guards suddenly split in half, with the pieces falling to the ground seeping an endless supply of blood. A woman then materializes holding the blade. This is SANDY.2 Alan tips his hat. ALAN Good day to you, ma'am. I dare say you prolly done saved my hide. SANDY 'Tis a pity I must cut you down next, gunslinger! ALAN Now hold on just a goshdarned minute— Sandy begins waving her scimitar around with skill and grace. Amidst the waving, she retrieves another from the sheathe at her hip. She then performs a very impressive sword dance (NOTE: hire choreographer for this part) and shrieks as she then rushes Alan down, but he sighs and draws his iron, shooting Sandy in the head. Alan walks up to the body, which doesn't have any bullet holes or blood, and he somberly reaches down to close the woman's eyes. Alan then notices blood pouring from his sleeves, with more blood in his chest region. He then coughs and falls to the floor, rolling into his back. ALAN Nothin' ever goes accordin' to plan, does it? On the ceiling above, Alan notices the words "WELL DONE" written in wet black ink, and a crude pentagram shape underneath. He then passes out with a whimper. [FADE OUT] — _ 55_breach_2000_report.txtSome data has been removed per orders from the director. INCIDENT REPORT 2000 BREACH AT SITE-55 Date written: 14/12/2000 NOTE: The original log written by a typist on a typewriter has been tampered with due to the effects of SCP-5323. This log, written later, is in digital format and thus unaffected. After extensive review of video footage, it has been deduced that SCP-5323's door was the first to vanish, before all other facility doors vanished simultaneously. Further evidence of involvement includes the presence of the text "YOU'RE IN CONTROL" within 5323's cell and "WELL DONE" just above where it passed out. Several objects including SCP-████ and SCP-████ were found to be missing following the breach, suggesting some foul play was involved. The identity of the vanishing swordswoman, hereby Anomalous Object Bladespinner, has yet to be determined. Gutierrez: Wait… AO-Bladespinner honestly sounds a lot like SCP-3928… but in 2000? That doesn't add up. It was only captured recently. DeBruin: Check the access logs. Has anyone visited SCP-5323 in the last two years? Gutierrez: Only a handful of assigned personnel. The most recent is Jerry Locke, a junior researcher from DC. DeBruin: Any records of what Locke has said to 5323? Gutierrez: No, just records of him signing in and out. I'm looking into this. Interview Log 5323-1 1 Date: 18/01/2001 ONE PRISON FOR ANOTHER by Alan Smithee [FADE IN] INT. SITE-55 INTERROGATION CHAMBER We see a woman, bespectacled, with red hair tied into a bun; this is DR. DEBRUIN. DeBruin is sitting at a table within a nondescript interrogation room; ALAN is sitting across from her, wrists bound and tied to the table. DEBRUIN Let the record state, this is Dr. Jennifer DeBruin of Site-55, interviewing SCP-5323. SCP-5323 ALAN Alan. DEBRUIN Hm? ALAN My name is Alan. Not SCP whatever the fuck. DEBRUIN As you please. We have a lot to discuss today, Alan. Where you come from. Your abilities. What you know of the breach in November. I will defer to you. Which line of questioning do you feel most comfortable starting with? Alan sits back and crosses his arms, then bends his head back as if considering. 2 ALAN My abilities. DEBRUIN Very well. Could you describe them to me? ALAN Be easier to show you. Alan holds up his wrists, then counts down from three with his fingers. The binds around his wrists promptly disappear. DeBruin shifts in her seat uncomfortably. DEBRUIN Please refrain from doing that. It's preferable that you simply describe your abilities. We will confirm them during controlled testing exercises. ALAN You mean, confirm what you already know? DeBruin meets her hands and gently places them on the table, sits up straight, and looks at Alan with a sweet yet uneasy smile. DEBRUIN What do we already know, Alan? ALAN Reality as you know it is just a blank piece of paper to me. Anything I say, goes. DEBRUIN Records show that this isn't always the case. You only seem to have control if you are described in physical print—ie, in handwriting, or via a typewriter. Or if you're on physical film tape. 3 ALAN See? You already know. Fuck's the point repeating any of it? DeBruin takes out a laptop and opens it, then begins typing. Alan is sporting an irritated frown. DEBRUIN I am currently describing you on this machine. Do you feel any power over the text I'm generating? ALAN No. DEBRUIN Could you speculate as to why you have no control with digital text? Alan rubs his face and groans in frustration. ALAN Fuck off. You obviously have some idea already. You're trying to segue into my origins, aren't you? DeBruin stops typing. She is once more looking at Alan with the uncertain smile. DEBRUIN If you're ready. Alan now appears genuinely angry. He raises his voice to a shout. ALAN So, is this the part where I spill my guts to you, doc? Where I tell you how I was a failing director contracting for RKO before I got scooped up by some suits after talking shit about Ike? DeBruin resumes typing. 4 DEBRUIN To be clear, that's referring to Dwight Eisenhower? ALAN You couldn't say anything about anything back in those days. You'd either have Hayes or Uncle Sam breathing down your neck at every fucking sentence. In my case, it was McCarthy. I say Ike could've handled some things better, suddenly I'm a fucking communist. DEBRUIN I see. So, walk me through this. How did you become… you? Alan is now smoking a cigar, leaning back. He props his feet up on the table. DEBRUIN (cont'd) No smoking in here. And please don't— Alan blows smoke towards DeBruin, who sits perfectly still with her eyes closed as the smoke travels around her. ALAN Y'know Dalton Trumbo? He was one of the lucky ones. He was too renowned, too important, so they couldn't do anything to him. But most of us got disappeared. Like we were in fuckin' Moscow. Just poof. All our records, scrubbed. Suddenly, just like that— Alan leans forward and snaps his fingers before leaning back. ALAN (cont'd) —we didn't exist. They took us under some mountain, this bleak ass bunker place lookin' like it was pulled right out of 1984… but it was 1954. DEBRUIN Who were they? 5 ALAN Fuck if I know. I figure some government shitheads. They used a… bald eagle with a big "P" on the shield, I dunno. After you folks nabbed me, I thought it might could've been y'all, maybe just taking me back after all that time. But I doubt that now. Y'all are the biggest fuckin' pricks I've ever met besides Kubrick, but you don't do this… Alan motions around his head. ALAN (cont'd) …to folks. You just lock 'em up. Cruel in its own way. But nothing compared to this. DEBRUIN Alan, do you remember what exactly they did to you? ALAN They did a lot of sedating, so not really. It's all fuckin' fuzzy. I know they cut me up more than a few times. And my assistant at my office, Annie? She was there too. As was Bill, and Mikey, and Benny, and Lenny— DEBRUIN What happened to them? ALAN I don't know. Me and Annie, we got out. Ran out when there was an opening. Some old RKO buddies who got laid off came along to smuggle us back to town. I can't tell you why they risked their neck like that, I really can't. I'm just thankful. The luckiest of the unlucky. DeBruin continues typing for about fifteen seconds as Alan puffs his cigar. DeBruin then stops, and looks back up at Alan. 6 DEBRUIN How did you continue to evade recapture? ALAN McCarthy lost his footing. Plus, producers saw me as useful. I could produce special effects beyond their wildest dreams. Hollywood has pull with the government. DEBRUIN Then, later, they started using your name on disowned productions? ALAN I actually finished those productions. I was faster at wrapping up a movie than anyone else, since I could just do anything for the camera. But I did it from the shadows, so only the big wigs knew who I was. To everyone else, I was just a name. DEBRUIN Alan Smithee. ALAN Yeah. Alan sighs heavily, smoke billowing out of his mouth. A long pause ensues before DeBruin looks up at a camera in the corner of the room and shrugs. We then hear a voice on the intercom chirp and buzz before it's revealed to be DR. MORGENSEN. MORGENSEN Let's call it there. We'll resume tomorrow. DEBRUIN Yes, sir. We see Alan sitting, reminiscing on his past in bleak, double edged nostalgia. [FADE OUT] Interview Log 5323-2 1 Date: 19/01/2001 SHIT by Alan Smithee [FADE IN] INT. SITE-55 INTERROGATION CHAMBER We see a pale humanoid, ALAN, sitting slouched in a seat at a metal table. The door opens, and an older gentleman in a white coat, DR. MORGENSEN, walks in and sits down. He places a laptop on the table and opens it, appearing ready to type, then glares at Alan. MORGENSEN This is Dr. James Morgensen, Site-55, interviewing SCP-5323, also known as Alan. ALAN Where's the cute redhead? MORGENSEN Dr. DeBruin is on sick leave. Sudden development of severe headaches. ALAN Damn. I like her. MORGENSEN Noted. Now, I'm going to ask you about the breach. Uh, what did you do after your door disappeared? ALAN I sat and waited in my room, like a good boy, for your attack dogs to threaten me into submission. 2 Morgensen adjusts his glasses, still typing away. MORGENSEN And then they were attacked by SCP-████? Alan shrugs. MORGENSEN When you were confronted by the next guard detail, you donned the appearance of a—well, a cowboy. What's the reasoning behind that? ALAN Most things I do that don't earn me some dough are inspired by boredom. MORGENSEN I see. You must be a fan of Sergio Leone. ALAN Too few of those nowadays. MORGENSEN Mm-hmm. What about that sword wielding woman? What do you know about her? ALAN Sandy? Nothing. Isn't that your job? MORGENSEN See, there's an inconsistency. If we try to backtrack, find where her files begin—we get nothing. Alan is smoking a cigar, his feet propped up on the table. Morgensen scoffs and shakes his head. 3 ALAN I gotta be honest with you, doc. That… sounds like a "you" problem. MORGENSEN Indeed, as are the numerous objects that are now missing and unaccounted for. What happened to them? ALAN You ask that like I have any fuckin' clue. MORGENSEN You ought to. Morgensen spins the laptop around, revealing a photograph on the screen of the "YOU'RE IN CONTROL" text. Alan is now sitting up, on the edge of his seat. ALAN I can't be creative in my own cell? MORGENSEN Cut the shit. We have video, too. It just appeared on the wall, out of nothing. Same with "WELL DONE". Somebody sent you a signal. ALAN Maybe… but it doesn't mean I know who. MORGENSEN Perhaps not. So maybe it's best I pull the plug on research into you. Or plug you in, I should say. ALAN What? MORGENSEN We're going all digital. About fucking time, at any rate. 4 Morgensen waves at the camera. MORGENSEN We're done. Cut the feed. Morgensen shuts the laptop, gets up, adjusts his collar, then begins to exit the room. We see Alan, still with his feet propped, still smoking a cigar. The door opens and two guards enter. GUARD Get up. It's bedtime. Alan clutches the cigar, appearing wracked with pain and inner turmoil now that he is doomed to live imprisoned forever. He flicks his wrist, and a magnum slides out. ALAN I'm still in control. [CUT TO BLACK] Page dimensions cut short due to lack of text. _ Addendum: Level 4 Clearance requiredAccess granted Gutierrez: Director, I found something. AUDIO TRANSCRIPT Date: 23/01/2020 Jerry: Hey, Alan. Alan: Ay, Jerry! My favorite whitecoat. Jerry: I'm flattered. Look, Alan… I have a theory I thought you could help me test. Alan: Gimme the skinny and I'll say if it's a winny, eh? Jerry: If you're in control, can you write new memories? Alan: You know, I haven't considered that. Maybe. Jerry: Don't tell anyone, but I brought… [audible rustling noises, followed by a gasp and chuckle from Alan] Alan: I like where this is going, Jerry. Jerry: I knew you would! I'm gonna write you some new memories. All you have to do in return… is stop the guards at the intersection. Alan: Huh? Jerry: You'll know when you get there. Just remember: you're in control. [END TRANSCRIPT] DeBruin: Wait. Is this implying what I think it's implying? Gutierrez: That breach 20 years ago was engineered three months ago. Our memories adjusted to forget. Maybe it's happened several times already. The real question is, who? DeBruin: What was down the north hall? Gutierrez: It's all redacted… but there are corrupted records of… oh shit! DeBruin: What? Gutierrez? What is it? Gutierrez: Take a look. [INVALID_ENTRY] Clandestine transmission detected from Washington, DC Expertly handled, Agent Locke. The Indiana Jones reference with Sandraudiga was a little forced for my taste, but I can't argue with results. — B Footnotes 1. Anomaly theorized to be SCP-4333. 2. Anomaly theorized to be SCP-3928. |
SCP-5324 | safe | Item #: SCP-5324 Special Containment Procedures: Radio transmissions directed at the solar system are to be continually monitored by orbital probes. Signs of extraterrestrial communication are to be translated or interpreted with the utmost priority. Description: SCP-5324 refers to a radio message intercepted by O5-5 during a routine radio scanning session1 on 5/6/21. Shortly after reviewing the contents of the message, O5-5 contacted other Council members, resulting in an anomalous designation. SCP-5324 was able to be translated due to an auditory memetic anomaly affecting it; listeners being able to understand the spoken material, regardless of their native tongue. The full extent of this effect is that listeners are able to hear the original audio while simultaneously being able to interpret a translation. A full transcription of SCP-5324 is available below: Greetings, citizens! I, Messenger, represent the members of the Thought Monarch Network! Just so you know, your planetary crust contains high amounts of salt, iron, and nickel; exactly what we need for our own purposes! Since we don’t expect you to reasonably extract the amount of material that we need yourselves, we'll be happy to do it for you! What we’ll need you to do is move objects or entities important to you to a nearby planetary body while we complete our minor adjustments! For starters, we’ll temporarily relinquish your atmosphere until we believe you are in need of it, and all remaining material on your planetary surface will be disassembled for future use! Next, we’ll implement helpful planetary policies, such as a monthly bodily organs collection program, and the weekly collection of excess bone matter for your own enjoyment and comfort! Hopefully, your lower mass will help you adjust to our next change: Just like you’ve always wanted, we’re releasing our new entertainment system for all you feisty organisms! A room, large enough to accommodate an exciting household item (such as a bed!) will be your new lodging, free of charge! You can choose sleeping, eating, drinking, breathing, and many more enriching activities as part of this program, with plenty of time devoted to personal reflection! Various customer reports have described our trial entertainment system as 'fun enough to never leave', so you can be sure you’ll have a good time! There’s absolutely no need to worry as these changes are implemented, and we hope you have us again! Thank you, Planet Sherne! Sincerely, Messenger Addendum: Due to SCP-5324’s perceived lack of relation to Earth, it has been classified as Safe. Additional information on the circumstances of SCP-5324’s origin are currently under investigation. Footnotes 1. According to O5-5, this behavior is reportedly performed as their hobby on weekends. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5324" by Kensing, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5324. 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-5325 | safe | Item#: 5325 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo The entrance to SCP-5325 Special Containment Procedures: A barricade is to be erected around platform 4 of the Canfranc Intercontinental Station, and the underground tunnels blocked under the guise of health and safety risk. Due to currently active trains still passing through platform 1, a research site cannot be established next to the anomaly. Thus, Provisional Site 14 is to be established in the nearby town of Canfranc with a skeleton crew of staff. Description: SCP-5325 is the remains of a train that served the Canfranc to Piest line in 1932. SCP-5325 is currently located at an abandoned intercountry railway station in Spain. After a bridge collapse on the French side of the line, the station was decommissioned in 1970. At precisely 7:30 pm every day SCP-5325 will emerge, still worn down by age, from the nearby train shed and arrive at Platform 4. If a subject stands on the aforementioned platform, they begin to experience auditory hallucinations described as vocalizations in French. These hallucinations include speech and messages from the conductor, alongside the opening and closing of doors. The train is seen to depart at 8:00 pm precisely. When subjects enter SCP-5325, they will each find a single seat within the carriage to sit on. Soon after entering SCP-5325, subjects will hear an anomalous broadcast declaring a station close to one of their residences as the next stop. SCP-5325 can be seen until approximately 10m before the end of the track, at which point the front end of the train vanishes along with each coach in turn. All subjects reported blacking out from exhaustion after around 30 seconds from leaving the station, which coincides with the disappearance of SCP-5325. Subjects report waking on an entirely separate, seemingly modern, train carriage at varying times. All subjects described a spray-painted neon red heart on the door of the carriage. It is currently unknown if the spray-painted heart is a memetic trigger. This train will typically arrive, as normal, at a station near their residence within 5 minutes. However, one subject described exiting the carriage followed by two more passengers that they reported not seeing on the train. It can be inferred that they are in a separate carriage to the other passengers, that occupies the same physical space. When exiting the carriage, the subjects describe feeling happy and well-rested. Subject Location of recovery. D-73821 (From Site 06-3) D-73821 ended up in the 9pm train passing through the [DATA REDACTED] station near Site 06-3. He was picked up by Facility guards who had been dispatched to the station following GPS locating the D-class' device. Researcher Adell Researcher Adell was found to have arrived near his childhood home in Sweden despite not living there for 3 years. It is unknown if Researcher Adell was able to influence where he was sent. D-19203 (New D-class. From Site 06-3) D-19203 was tracked to [DATA REDACTED] station, England. He told the Foundation this was the location of his childhood home before his parents died. This has been corroborated by official sources. MTF Rho-12 Bravo (New recruit) MTF Rho-12 Bravo reported arriving at Kings Cross, London. Upon debriefing he said that he used to live in London with his single mother before she died. Permission for recorded expeditions through SCP-5325 is under review. Furthermore, a full interview with MTF Rho-12 Bravo is pending. Addenda 1: Rho-12 Bravo reported being able to read the walls of the carriage before he fell asleep. He described scribbling of thoughts and what seemed to be dreams of users on the walls. Most notable were seemingly newly written paragraphs talking about: The fun and games of childhood, before money was a problem. A hardworking scientist playing with his son by the fire. Bravo said he fell asleep soon after; however, a small camera captured the subsequent proceedings: Outside the train, there appears to be a Victorian-era Spanish woman with an umbrella. Clutched tightly in her hand is a reel of film with the name "André Leducq." signed. The woman can be seen entering a packed train carriage and falling asleep to the swaying of the train. The scene fades and Bravo re-awakes in the new train carriage. During the re-awakening of the Bravo, the camera experiences a momentary glitch. Due to the increased information from the video, Bravo is sent back through SCP-5325. The new camera log is below: A man is seen strolling along the pavement whistling. He takes off the tag and smiles ("Junior Researcher Adell" was seen to be written) . Knocking on the door of a house, the door opens to the waiting arms of a woman, inferred to be his wife. The sounds of children echo in the background. He gives her a quick hug, "Boys!" she is heard shouting, "Daddy's home!". Two small children are seen to come rushing out of another room giggling, Adell sweeps them up in a hug. The door closes and the scene once again fades, Bravo re-awakening to the same train carriage as the first attempt. A final test is scheduled to attempt to send the MTF Rho-12 Bravo to a different location: As the Bravo enters SCP-5325, they reported noticing a strip of torn paper from within a wall panel. It seems to be photographic film of a kind, trapped in one of the destroyed carriage walls. Upon inspection, it shows pictures of men on bikes racing. Despite being severely damaged, the name "dre Leduc" can be read; it is unclear whom this is referring to. Due to this newfound evidence, MTF Rho-12 Bravo exited the carriage before it left; no ill effects have been found. Analysis of the photo film is ongoing. |
SCP-5326 | esoteric-class | Any additional comments (image sources, crit credits, whatever) ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Link To Guide Item#:5326 Clearance Level 2: Clearance Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Section Site-10 Ronald Pearson Arthur Bernstein Parazoology SCP-5326. Special Containment Procedures: Site-10's aviary has been reconfigured to support habitation by SCP-5326. The outer bars of SCP-5326's aviary have been retrofitted with titanium aluminide, and have had an oil- resistant metal epoxy applied. Additionally, a grate manufactured with the same materials is installed under the aviary floor, and is connected to SCP-5326's feeding system. To meet both dietary and maintenance needs, approximately eight gallons of liquid petroleum is administered to SCP-5326 on a weekly basis, through the use of an internal piping system. Excess petroleum is to be collected for later use within Site-10, including feeding of SCP-5326. Description: SCP-5326 is a group of fifteen bio-mechanical automatons, built out of Cygnus olor1 carcasses. Each individual SCP-5326 instance possesses a limited degree of sentience, intelligence, and self-perception, concurrent with non-anomalous, fully biological Cygnus olor specimens. SCP-5236 does not feed, but has been observed 'bathing' in petroleum; chemicals present within crude oil may provide SCP-5236 with prolonged substance. SCP-5236 is capable of rudimentary movement, achieved by usage of a timed electrical current to SCP-5236's heart. The heart organ of an SCP-5236 specimen is believed to not be avian of origin, and instead possibly related to an unidentified primate. The electrical current, approximately 32 microwatts, functions in a similar matter to a human pacemaker, though the origins are currently unknown. A plausible theory suggests a form of thaumaturgy, owing to SCP-5236's background. An oviduct, and ovary, transplanted from a Gallus gallus domesticus hen allows the development of 'eggs', each of which primarily consist of hardened calcium carbonate. Certain eggs developed by an SCP-5236 specimen contain intricate patterning and lettering, some of which contains a message. The following were collected: ABANDONMENT MASTER GONE LONELINESS Addendum No. 1: History: The entirety of SCP-5236 was originally manufactured in late 1869, by William Christopher Anderson, a noted manufacturer of animal based automatons and clockwork toys. Following October 21, 1861's Battle of Ball's Bluff, Anderson was drafted into the Union army. During his time in the army, he primarily repaired firearms and artillery devices, owing to his past experience as a clockmaker. After the Confederates' defeat on Apr. 9, 1865, and eventual end of the war, Anderson became a well-established business man, in the Portland, Oregon area. Aside from his business activities, Anderson joined the Seventh day Adventist Church, and became an ardent follower of millennialism2 and apocalyptic theory, becoming convinced that the Rapture, and so-called 'end-times', were to occur shortly. On September 18th, 1868, Anderson claimed to have been visited by God, who had reportedly instructed him to create animals to repopulate the Earth, following wide-scale flooding. It is currently unknown if any other similar specimens like SCP-5326 were created by Anderson; if so, they are believed to be unaccounted for. Addendum No. 2: Update Following discovery of the messages written on SCP-5236 eggs, Dr. Arthur Bernstein, current research-head of the project, began a period of observation of SCP-5236, and began a series of positive interactions with each entity. Following continued care, three eggs produced by SCP-5236 had the following messages inscribed: JOY PURPOSE FRIEND Footnotes 1. Mute Swan. 2. A belief present within some sects of Abrahamic religions that suggest paradise on Earth after a thousand year period, in which Christ, or a similar figure returns to Earth. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5326" by Amelia Wright, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5326. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Filename: SCP-XXXX.jpg Name: File:Canard présumé de Vaucanson 4.jpg Author: N/A License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5327 | keter | Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SUBJECT To: Dr. Plutarch Oderwick From: Junior Researcher Misty Hastings Subject: KAIROS results Date: 15/06/2014 Dr. Oderwick Research on previous victims of SCP-5327 are finally over. As predicted, the effects of the metamorphosis of the cultists were completely undone by Protocol KAIROS. All of them had their memories of the event completely wiped by the ritual with no side effects. The protocol has been proven to be a reliable way to undo every effect of the anomaly. Sadly, it looks like it's not an everlasting result. As informed by Dr. Michaels, KAIROS created a seasonal loop that has to be annually managed. We haven't neutralized SCP-5327 but transformed it. I'll study to improve the protocol for next year. Yours truly, Junior Researcher Misty Hastings Item#: 5327 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5327 is to be allowed to progress until May 1st when Protocol KAIROS is to be initiated to restart the loop. SCP-5327-C events are to be covered with misinformation and amnestization of witnesses during the time between November and May. As all remnants of SCP-5327-C will be erased by SCP-5327-B at the end of Protocol KAIROS, including the victims' memories of the event, there is no need for other procedures. If the loop is broken or any trace from SCP-5327-C is left behind, Mobile Task Force Eta-77 ("Spheres Within Spheres") is to be mobilized to control the situation. Artistic depiction of SCP-5327-B. Description: SCP-5327 is a ⚳θ-Class Scenario Loop1,2 occurring annually, featuring SCP-5327-A and SCP-5327-B as major protagonists. SCP-5327 will always unfold in the same fashion: At the September Equinox, SCP-5327-A will create a situation that enrages SCP-5327-B. On November 1st, an SCP-5327-C event will occur. On May 1st, both SCP-5327-A and SCP-5327-B will encounter each other in the woodlands next to Site-120. If Protocol KAIROS is performed correctly, SCP-5327 will have no permanent effect. SCP-5327-A is a Class IV reality-altering entity. It is considered a God of Nature and Wilderness by Michaels-Rivera's Deific Domain Classification. SCP-5327-A's ontokinesis is limited to botanical life material. It primarily appears as a six-meter-tall masculine humanoid amalgamation of local vegetation from the region where it is present, always presenting a pair of horns. SCP-5327-B is a Class III reality-altering entity. It is considered a Chthonic3 Goddess of Magic and Night by Michaels-Rivera's Deific Domain Classification. SCP-5327-B does not present theme limitation as its counterpart and is known to possess considerable knowledge about Thaumaturgy to compensate for its low ontokinetic power. It regularly presents as a five-meter tall woman with raven black hair, fair skin, and blue eyes, dressed in purple robes and various jewelry with lunar motifs. SCP-5327-C is an unpredictable event triggered by SCP-5327. An SCP-5327-C event can vary but always has a botanical theme. If Protocol KAIROS is performed correctly, the effects of SCP-5327-C will be undone. Every SCP-5327-C is to be designated by the loop when it was created. A list of SCP-5327-C events can be seen below: Designation Description Status SCP-5327-C-0 [REDACTED] [REDACTED] SCP-5327-C-1 Various individuals were transformed into trees by SCP-5327-A at a campground on the Saxon Switzerland National Park, Saxony, Germany. Neutralized SCP-5327-C-2 Every fruit at Nok, Slovakia, became poisonous. Neutralized SCP-5327-C-3 Flowers from the Bled Island, Slovenia, began exuding an offensive odor. Neutralized SCP-5327-C-4 A large number of trees from Black Forest, Germany, turned carnivorous. Neutralized SCP-5327-C-5 Any seed eaten by humans at Risnjak National Park, Croatia, rapidly grew to full size within the individual’s stomach. Neutralized SCP-5327-C-6 Mandrakes began to appear around Alrune, Switzerland. The plants produced a high-pitched deafening sound when harvested. Neutralized SCP-5327-C-7 Some Pinus trees within Gran, Austria, began attacking passers-by with pine needle projectiles. Currently ongoing As of now, all the events were completely revoked, with victims being amnesticised and returned to society. Addendum 5327-1: Protocol KAIROS Protocol KAIROS was conceived by Dr. Plutarch Oderwick and Dr. Mandy Hastings. It is based on the principle that any deific entity respects and follows collective thought and sacred ceremonies. When first utilized, it was capable of reconciling SCP-5327-A and SCP-5327-B and nullifying SCP-5327-C-1 effects. The protocol is a ritual based on druidic and shamanic seasonal festivities. The protocol requires the following items: One (1) thyrsus4 24 flower wreaths made of any flowers 25 white robes After the start of the rite, twenty-five people have to be chosen: twelve single men, one married man, and twelve single women. These people can be chosen within Foundation's staff (including D-Classes) and civilian communities from the region where the SCP-5327-C event is happening. All participants need to follow a pagan religion or be open to those beliefs. At the actual, the participants will be dressed in white robes and the unmarried people will receive flower wreaths to wear on their heads. After that, the Protocol follows as below: The married male participant (henceforth called "priest") will receive the thyrsus. The twelve male participants (henceforth called "grooms") will form a circle around SCP-5327-A. The twelve female participants (henceforth called "brides") will form a circle around SCP-5327-B. The priest will start singing. While this occurs, the other participants must dance and walk around the designated entity. Grooms shall move clockwise around SCP-5327-A and brides shall move anticlockwise around SCP-5327-B. When the man with the thyrsus stops singing, the last two to stop singing from each group will be reunited as a couple. The couple exchanges the garlands on their heads and leaves their circles. After the last two couples are picked, the priest has to sing again. If the ritual was performed correctly, SCP-5327-A and SCP-5327-B will dance together. The couples are to dance until the deities disappear. At least one of the couples must actually be married during the ritual. _ <An outdated version of this file is disponible for Level 4 clearance personnel. Click here to input clearance. ><Showing previous version of SCP-5327> Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SUBJECT To: Dr. Plutarch Oderwick From: Agent Claudia Soo Hoo Subject: Re: Re: Miranda Leonhardt Date: 28/11/2014 Dr. Oderwick Miss Leonhardt still shows some degree of knowledge about SCP-5327-C. As written on SCP-5327's containment procedures, I'll be sending MTF Eta-77 to apply proper amnestics to her and deal with a possible leak of information. As it is the second time that Miranda Leonhardt showed that has memories of SCP-5327-C, the Department of Tactical Theology liaisons will have a meeting with the Site-120 directory about the topic. As you are the Head of the research team for SCP-5327, your presence is imperative. Respectfully, Agent Claudia Soo Hoo Asst. Dir. of Task Forces from Reliquary Area-27 Item#: 5327 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5327 instances are to be guarded at a standard botanical containment unit inside Site-120. In the case of detection of SCP-5327-A or SCP-5327-B, Mobile Task Force Eta-77 ("Spheres Within Spheres") is responsible for their capture. SCP-5327-A and -B, when contained, are to be transferred to Site-120 due to the facility's ability to contain high-level ontokinetic beings. SCP-5327-A is to be maintained at a special botanical containment unit containing six Scranton Reality Anchors. SCP-5327-B is to be contained on a standard humanoid containment cell containing six SRAs. Six backup SRAs are to be kept at the Site in case of malfunction or destruction of the operating ones. SCP-5327-C is to be transferred to Site-17, where it will be contained at a standard humanoid containment unit. SCP-5327-C is to receive education and recreation suitable for its age. Other privileges are to be given if the object complies with the Foundation. SCP-5327-A. Frame from the Camera Log during Incident 5327/1. Description: SCP-5327 are followers of a Neopagan religion based on Germanic and Celtic beliefs known as "Kult des Grüns"5 that were transformed into trees from the Pseudotsuga menziesii6 species. Analysis has shown that the trees have human DNA within them and that they react to visual and tactile stimuli, mainly by swinging branches. Telepathic communication with the trees has been attempted, without success. SCP-5327-A is a Class IV reality-altering entity. SCP-5327-A's ontokinesis proved to be limited to botanical life material. It primarily appears as a six-meter-tall masculine humanoid presenting a pair of horns. Its body composition is made of an amalgamation of local vegetation from the region where it is. SCP-5327-A is the main entity of the Kult des Grüns beliefs. SCP-5327-B is a reality-altering entity described by religious texts as SCP-5327-A's wife. As the same documents address it as a sorceress, it is assumed that the entity knows thaumaturgy and rituals. The writings also represent it as a five-meter-tall woman with raven black hair, fair skin, and blue eyes, wearing purple or red robes. SCP-5327-C is Dayspring "Daisy" Leonhardt, the three years old daughter of Miranda Leonhardt and SCP-5327-A. SCP-5327-C allegedly has anomalous skills, such as chloropathy7 and chlorokinesis.8 Addendum 5327-1: Discovery On 01/11/2013, a field agent undercover agent working at a Fire Lookout Tower at the Saxon Switzerland National Park9 recorded a Hume fluctuation in the forest. He proceeded to the location after calling for reinforcements. Upon arrival, the agent discovered the cultists mid-metamorphosis. Their skin was cracking, creating a bark-like texture. Members were rapidly growing and ramifying, creating roots and branches. Thorax and head were fusing and elongating, creating the trunk. SCP-5327-A was present but fled on upon noticing the agent. MTF Theta-4 ("Gardeners")10 arrived at the location and chased SCP-5327-A with no success. Agents discovered the presence of Akiva radiation in the area of the event, thus revealing that the anomaly was theologic and not botanical. After a debriefing, it was decided by administration personnel that the SCP-5327 specimens should be transported to Site-120. A cover story that the group was missing in the National Park was employed. SCP-5327-B and -C were discovered only after Incident 5327 and remain at large. For further information, see Addendum 5327-3. Addendum 5327-2: Incident 5327 On 27/04/2014, SCP-5327-A appeared at the woodlands near Site-120. Its form was composed of Pinus trees common to the region. Its approach was recorded by the security system around the Facility. ► Camera Log 27-04-2014 ◄ ▼ Camera Log 27-04-2014 ▼ <BEGIN-LOG> [20:23] SCP-5327-A walks toward Site-120. It looks around and appears to be panicking. [20:25] SCP-5327-A stops by the end of the woodland, looking in the direction of the facility. It murmurs in a language later identified as a Sídhe dialect of Fae. [20:26] Tactical response officers are dispatched to control SCP-5327-A. The entity notices the movement. [20:29] SCP-5327-A calmly emerges from the woodland. Officers already have weapons targeting it. The entity puts its hands behind its head and drops to the ground, lying on its stomach. The officers are surprised by this attitude. [20:30] SCP-5327-A demands to see Miranda. The officers are confused. Command Sergeant Duxley calls Captain Cornwell. [20:31] Captain Cornwell orders the officers to continue guarding the entity. [20:36] Senior Researcher Plutarch Oderwick11 and his assistant, Junior Researcher Mandy Hastings, exit the facility. [20:42] Oderwick asks SCP-5327-A for an interview, and SCP-5327-A agrees so long as it can see Miranda Leonhardt after. ► Interview 5327/1 ◄ ▼ Interview 5327/1 ▼ Interview 5327/1 Interviewer: Dr. Plutarch Oderwick Interviewee: SCP-5327-A FOREWORD: As SCP-5327-A was moved inside the facility for the interview, which was conducted with the participation of Miss Hastings. <BEGIN-LOG> ODERWICK: Just for the record, huh, I'm Plutarch Oderwick, Head of Research for SCP-5327. Can you… introduce yourself? SCP-5327-A: I'm Carnuatus, the Green Man, the Horned God, the Wild Father. ODERWICK: Right, thanks. Can you, please, repeat why you want to see the SCP-5327 entity, Miranda Leonhardt? SCP-5327-A: I was searching near the mountains where I left her to no avail. I wish to see her. ODERWICK: And, well, how did you know that she was here? SCP-5327-A: My children, the trees, told me about this place and I came here. HASTINGS: You talk with trees? [Oderwick holds up his hand to Hastings. She stops speaking.] ODERWICK: What's your relationship with her? SCP-5327-A: Miranda was my lover. ODERWICK: So why did you transform her into a Douglas' fir? [SCP-5327-A pauses and looks around. After ten seconds of silence, the entity responds] SCP-5327-A: Miranda is the mother of my child, mother of Dayspring. [Ms. Hastings chokes at the information. Oderwick looks more interested in the story.] ODERWICK: There were no signs of children on the campgrounds… [SCP-5327-A interrupts Dr. Oderwick before he can continue his question.] SCP-5327-A: I concealed my daughter with the help of my mother. Little Dayspring was hidden somewhere safe. ODERWICK: Why this secrecy? SCP-5327-A: My wife. [Oderwick nods. SCP-5327-A notices this and continues to speak.] SCP-5327-A: Esterona, the Enchantress, the Goddess of Rebirth, the Queen of Magic. ODERWICK: Does she know? About Miranda? SCP-5327-A: She does. ODERWICK: So I presume she doesn't want the children, right? [SCP-5327-A keeps silent.] ODERWICK: Does she know about this place? SCP-5327-A: She is coming in three days to have her revenge on me. HASTINGS (screaming): She what? [SCP-5327-A tries to speak. Dr. Oderwick ends the recording before the entity starts talking.] <END-LOG> AFTERWORD: The situation was deemed a ♃θ-Class Scenario.12 This event occurs when a deity conceives a demigod with a mortal. In this case, it was followed by a ⚵θ-Class Scenario,13 where the actions of a deity cause the rage of another. SCP-5327-A's wife was designated SCP-5327-B and Dayspring Leonhardt was designated SCP-5327-C. Addendum 5327-3: Operation PROSERPINA Operation PROSERPINA was a response to SCP-5327-A's appearance and the possible attack of SCP-5327-B. It was divided into three different directives: Protecting Site-120 Finding SCP-5327-C Containing SCP-5327-A, -B, and -C All these objectives were chosen as ways to appease or neutralize a ♂θ-Class event14 between Site-120, SCP-5327-A, and SCP-5327-B. ►Document 5327-C ◄ ▼ Document 5327-C ▼ Document 5327-C Date: April 28, 2014 Accountable: Dr. Plutarch Oderwick FOREWORD: This document reunites all attempts to locate and recover SCP-5327-C made from April 28 to April 30. All the resources available are to be used to track the subject as its retrieval is vital for Operation PROSERPINA. Attempt 5327-α Abstract: Webcrawler NODENS is to be used to search for any information regarding SCP-5327-C and/or its current location. Results: None. Webcrawlers continue to search. Attempt 5327-β Abstract: All living relatives of the cultists are to be tracked and interviewed for information regarding SCP-5327-C. Results: All close relatives were approached. None of them had any relevant information about the object. Attempt 5327-γ Abstract: Child care houses from Central Europe are to be investigated for signals of any children similar to SCP-5327-C. Results: Most facilities around Germany, the Netherlands, Belgium, Luxembourg, Austria, and Switzerland were investigated. No trace of SCP-5327-C was recovered. The investigation is still going. Attempt 5327-δ Abstract: MTF Tau-22 ("Forest Fires") is to search for SCP-5327-C or traces of it at the Saxon Switzerland National Park. Results: Clothes possibly from a three-year-old girl were recovered. Human DNA found in the subjects reveal that they are from SCP-5327-C. Another attempt to locate SCP-5327-C in the region is to be made. Attempt 5327-ε Abstract: MTF Tau-22 ("Forest Fires"), MTF Eta-77 ("Spheres Within Spheres"), and MTF Psi-11 ("The Gods Squad") are to search for SCP-5327-C or traces of it at the Saxon Switzerland National Park. Results: Mutated plant life was recovered at the location trying to attack agents. Akiva radiation within the specimens revealed that they were changed by a deity-related entity. SCP-5327-C was not found. No more attempts of tracking the object at the National Park are to be made. Attempt 5327-ζ Abstract: A locating thaumaturgic ritual is to be tried by professional thaumaturges and thaumatologists from the Foundation. Results: An unknown interference made it impossible to end the ritual. Due to the health state of two thaumatologists caused by the ritual, new attempts are on hold. AFTERWORD: None of the six attempts was completely successful. SCP-5327-C lived at least some months at Saxon Switzerland National Park but is not living there anymore. Due to deific interference at the last two attempts, O4 Command denied further experiments. ► Interview 5327/2 Log ◄ ▼ Interview 5327/2 Log ▼ Interview 5327/2 Interviewers: Dr. Plutarch Oderwick Interviewee: SCP-5327-A FOREWORD: As previewed by its containment procedures, SCP-5327-A was contained at a special botanical containment unit with Scranton Reality Anchors around it. <BEGIN-LOG> ODERWICK: Good morning, SCP-5327-A. ODERWICK: I need information on… Dayspring? SCP-5327-A: Oh, my dear Dayspring. She's far away, safe from the wrath of my jealous wife. ODERWICK: I'm sorry, but I need an exact location. We need her here. SCP-5327-A: Why? So you can jail her? Make her an exotic pet that needs to be watched every time? I accepted this destiny to protect my children, but I want none of that for Dayspring. ODERWICK: We plan none of that. [SCP-5327-A raises one of his gigantic wooden hands to silence Dr. Oderwick. The Researcher retreat in fear.] SCP-5327-A (screaming, enraged): You will sacrifice her for my wife! ODERWICK (screaming): It's not a sacrifice, it's a Herculean Journey! Will pacify SCP-5327-B and— SCP-5327-A (screaming): She's three years old, she's not a powerful hero yet! [Dr. Oderwick keeps silent. The silence lasts for a minute.] ODERWICK: Were you close to her? SCP-5327-A: To Dayspring? Yes. We saw each other every summer before my wife discovered it. I love her, even if I know that I'll never see her again. [Dr. Oderwick stays pensive for around thirty seconds.] ODERWICK: We even tried to search for her with a ritual of localization and failed. SCP-5327-A: One of your machines could find her, but I doubt it. My mother is a wise woman, you have my word that you'll not find Dayspring till she has the age to confront you if she wishes so. ODERWICK: So give me your word that she is in a place that she can't be hurt and can't hurt anyone. [Oderwick holds his hand in SCP-5327-A's direction. SCP-5327-A looks at him surprised.] SCP-5327-A: A god can't hold back on their oaths. ODERWICK: I'm a theobiologist. I know about deific nature. SCP-5327-A: So you know that I need payment. ODERWICK: Your liberty. My word that you'll be freed from here. [SCP-5327-A seems to reflect on the situation for ten seconds.] SCP-5327-A: Fair enough. [Oderwick keeps his hand in the air, waiting for SCP-5327-A. The deity changes to human size and shakes hands with the Researcher. A light surrounds their hands as the thaumic oath is made.] [The cameras start to fail due to the Akiva radiation surplus. The video turns off.] <END-LOG> AFTERWORD: Dr. Oderwick is prohibited from realizing oaths with deities without a unanimous decision by Site-120's directory. The repetition of this act on any further research is to be replied to with the immediate resignation of the scientist. ► Emergency Summit 5327/1 Log ◄ ▼ Emergency Summit 5327/1 Log ▼ Emergency Summit 5327/1 ATTENDEES: Dr. Daniel Asheworth,15 Dr. MacCarthy Jr.,16 Dr. Magdaleine Cornwell,17 Dr. Plutarch Oderwick, Mandy Hastings, Cptn. Jeremy Cornwell. MAIN TOPIC: Operation PROSERPINA's results <BEGIN-LOG> M. CORNWELL: Captain Cornwell, what is the situation of the facility's security? J. CORNWELL: Every Mobile Task Force agent, security officer, and tactical response officer is ready for the attack. The preventative actions are already fulfilled. M. CORNWELL: Dr. Oderwick, something to comment about your visit to SCP-5327-A? [Oderwick shrugs nervously.] M. CORNWELL: We'll return to this topic later. ASHEWORTH: Any idea on how to control SCP-5327-B without -A? HASTINGS: So… if SCP-5327-C is missing, maybe SCP-5327-B will forget about that. ASHEWORTH: I don't think that's the case. [Site-120's proximity alarm starts sounding. A large screen on one of the conference room walls shows a giant woman mirroring SCP-5327-B description floating above the facility, tempest clouds surrounding her.] J. CORNWELL: Oh, shit. [Cptn. Cornwell shares a glance with Dr. Cornwell. She makes a hand sign for him to go. The Captain rushes outside.] M. CORNWELL: Any one? HASTINGS: Can't we blow it up? ASHEWORTH (enraged): We don't blow up objects, Ms. Hastings. ODERWICK (whispering): That could create a ⚷θ-Class Scenario. MACCARTHY JR.: What did you say, Dr. Oderwick? ODERWICK: A Chiron Theta. A forceful exchange of power due to the death or neutralization of a deity, thus transforming another entity into a god. HASTINGS (surprised): We have a name for everything, huh? ODERWICK: Obviously. We are dealing with gods here, Hastings. MACCARTHY JR.: Faith and belief are very important in theology, Ms. Hastings. Having a name and a hermetic motif is very important for any deity, even the ones that are not thought-forms. ODERWICK: That's pistiphagy, "faith-eating". It's how we keep most of the big godlike entities contained. [The room keeps quiet for a few seconds. The only sound is the emergency alarm.] HASTINGS (screaming): That's it! [Everyone in the room looks at Junior Researcher Hastings.] M. CORNWELL: What is "it", Miss Hastings? HASTINGS: I think I know how to stop this, Dr. Cornwell! ASHEWORTH: So, please, speak your mind. HASTINGS: The Cult of the Green is mostly inspired by Celtic culture, right? MACCARTHY JR.: Correct, Ms. Hastings. HASTINGS: SCP-5327-C was born on the 31st of October of 2010, at Halloween, which's based on a Celtic festival. M. CORNWELL: I still don't get it, Miss Hastings. HASTINGS: On the Celtic calendar, first of November, when the SCP-5327 event occurred, is the first day of Winter, and tomorrow, first of May is… ODERWICK (surprised): The first day of summer. ASHEWORTH: Good Job, Hastings. We already know what to do. <END-LOG> Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SUBJECT To: Dr. Plutarch Oderwick From: Dr. Daniel Asheworth Subject: Changes on SCP-5327 Date: 12/02/2015 Dr. Oderwick I have to inform you that Site 120's Director Council and Research Team's last meeting had a brief discussion about SCP-5327 as a whole. It was decided that classification, containment procedures, and naming shall be changed to better explain the Seasonal Loop that it became. As it will be your job, I have to notify you about some delicate subjects around it. 1) SCP-5327 is to be treated as Safe and its clearance shall be changed to Level 2. We hope that this can weaken the effects of the events that result from the anomaly. 2) MTF Eta-77 will continue to be responsible for the SCP. Site-120 and the Department of Tactical Theology agreed that this Task Force has the best agents for the job and there is no need for new groups to be created. 3) SCP-5327-C must refer to those events and not only the demigoddess. Dayspring Leonhardt will be called SCP-5327-C0. Its case and everything about it will continue to be Level 4 Clearance information. RAISA agents will guarantee that nothing leaks from the old archives. The searches around SCP-5327-C0 are to be ceased immediately and references to it are to be reduced due to unpredictable effects that Dayspring's naming has on its mother, Miranda Leonhardt, and the Cult of the Green as a whole. I believe in you and your ability to continue your job with this anomaly. That's your second chance after the "oath incident", so, please, don't repeat the same mistake. Dr. Daniel Asheworth Grand Thaumist Thaumaturgical Archivist Footnotes 1. θ-Class Scenarios are events caused or suffered by or because of a deity. 2. A Ceres Theta Scenario is an event that occurs reliably with a deity on certain dates or seasons. 3. By Dr. Raia Micheals's description, a deity possessing Tartarean characteristics, sometimes described as a Demon-God. 4. In this case, a wand of giant fennel (Ferula communis), covered with leaves and vines of ivy (Hedera helix) and topped with the strobilus of an Aleppo pine (Pinus halepensis). 5. German to "Cult of the Green." 6. Also known as Douglas fir. 7. The psionic skill to communicate with botanical life. 8. Anomalous skill to move and command plants with the power of the mind. 9. A German National Park. 10. Tactical team with expertise in fighting botanical anomalies 11. Head of Research for SCP-5327. 12. Reads Jupiter Theta. 13. Reads Juno Theta 14. Reads "Mars Theta Class". Means conflict between a deity and another entity. 15. Site Director, Grand Thaumist, and Thaumaturgical Archivist. 16. Site Director, Theology Division Chief, and Theological Projects Overseer. 17. 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SCP-5328 | euclid | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page Item#: 5328 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5328 is to be contained in a cryogenic preservation tank,1 with the ability to be removed and thawed for testing. During observation periods, hallways may be open for use in navigation tests, following and preceding decontamination of floors and walls, but all doors must remain locked, and all unrelated staff must evacuate any rooms or corridors potentially being used by SCP-5328. Although SCP-5328’s affliction does not appear to be directly transmittable, the villages of Faro and Norman Wells must be covertly monitored in the event that a second instance manifests. SCP-5328 shortly after acquisition Description: SCP-5328 is the corpse of an Inuit woman, initially discovered partly frozen in Yukon Territory, 30 km from the village of Faro. Judging by the bodily anatomy, the subject appears to have been 7-8 months pregnant at time of death, however, surgical investigation has revealed no presence of fetal tissue or fetal remains. SCP-5328 is bisected in a jagged pattern approximately 6 cm below the naval. Appearance of the torn flesh suggests that the subject was forcibly ripped in half by a pulling or stretching motion, rather than being cut with any type of incision. There are no scars or markings on the limbs or head to indicate that the bisection was made by an external force. Cellular analysis of the top half of the body, including head, arms, and upper torso, reveals no living tissue of any form. MRI scans and surgical analysis have shown that all internal organs are mostly intact, save for the colon and the enlarged uterus, which are torn along the margin of bisection. MRI scans reveal that the brain is 0.32 kg lighter than what would be considered normal for a human of the subject’s body type. The loss in mass comes primarily from shrunken portions in the frontal lobe, parietal lobe, and hippocampus. Analysis of the corpse's lower half reveals an abnormally large quantity of overactive nervous tissue ostensibly overtaking and controlling the dead muscular tissue. While thawed, the neurons present throughout SCP-5328 undergo rapid growth, slowly consuming the dead tissue, primarily in the bones. These use strong electrical charges to manipulate the muscles into convulsive contraction and retraction. The neurons will repair or replace the torn muscles at a rapid pace, but the bones and ligaments continue to degrade, often breaking or dislocating. Though its movements are often erratic, SCP-5328 is capable of notable feats of navigation, as it was able to travel several kilometers through the snow in Yukon territory towards Faro, where it was first reported, then return to its top half, where the Foundation first made acquisition (see Addendum 5328-A for further examples). DNA analysis reveals that the active neurons are human cells and are a match to DNA taken from both halves of the corpse. Since they consume mostly non-muscular flesh, tests have been performed to determine if they behave similarly to flesh eating bacteria. Samples were applied, in order, to dead human tissue from volunteers, live tissue from animals, including rats and geckos, and live tissue from two class-D personnel. In all instances, the neuron samples died after a period of six hours, while the test subjects remained unchanged. The current hypothesis is that this nervous tissue only consumes flesh with matching DNA, which it converts into electricity. Because SCP-5328’s life depends on the presence of its own tissue to consume, its lifespan is extremely short; estimated to be approximately two months of cumulative time spent unfrozen, starting at the time this file is written. It is estimated that enough tissue will have been consumed in the first cumulative month that it will effectively deflate in shape and its motion will be hindered beyond function. Therefore, SCP-5328 must remain frozen in order to drastically slow the rate of decomposition, and any time spent studying SCP-5328 when thawed must be greatly limited in order to preserve the specimen for as long as possible. Addendum 5328-A: Third observation session audio recording + Show transcript - Hide This is Dr. Alistair Bosco, I’m making an audio recording of this observation session with— [Metallic banging can be heard from inside the freezer unit] Um, with SCP-5328, as the last two sessions have been, ah, rather eventful. It moves relatively quickly so I’d like to record my thoughts at each moment before I make a write-up. As you can likely hear, the temperature in the freezer has been increased to fifteen degrees Celcius, so the specimen is thawed at this point, and it’s already active. I am now opening the door and letting it out. [Dr. Bosco can be heard unlatching the locks on the freezer and opening the door] Come on out now. Come on. You were so active just a minute ago, why aren’t you moving? Come on. [There is a rapid skittering noise, a brief silence, then a crack] Oh, um, so the first thing it did after exiting the freezer was to bend, or, hyperextend its left knee. It came out very quickly, like it wasn’t just frozen for days. I’m—It’s now trying to turn itself over. I can’t tell if— Wait. [More light cracking can be heard, followed by a thud] My god, is it trying to stand up? This hasn’t happened before, normally it just crawls but this time it actually pushed itself up with both feet, one of which is bent to face the opposite direction, and tried to stabilize itself. If there are portions of the hippocampus still alive in there, maybe it’s remembering how to walk. It’s almost like a toddler learning to walk and falling on its behind, which is— Oh! [Dr. Bosco is heard jumping out of the way as SCP-5328 crawls past him] Okay, it’s moving into walls, trying to crawl up them. It’s now crawling across the floor to the west wall. This is what I was expecting. It’s… Yes, it moved to the doorway and is kicking at the door. I’m not sure if it understands what a doorknob is. It’s hard to believe it can understand anything at all, but somehow in both of my last sessions, it tried to exit through the west door. I’ve already evacuated the hallways and had them disinfected in preparation for this. I’m going to— [A clap is heard] Ow, stop that! Ow, ow, stop, stop, get off, jeez! Ha, um, it can’t hear me but, uh, but I’m opening the door now. Okay, it’s attempting to navigate, or rather, what I currently hypothesize is navigating, through the halls. It’s mostly just brushing up against the walls and crashing into it blindly. It seems to be trying to climb up one of them, but it’s just falling over. [A crack is heard] And it’s breaking its right tibia and fibula to bend itself to reach the ground with its foot. I doubt that will heal since it’s the first time I’ve seen it do that. This worries me if it continues to break its own bones. Soon there’ll be nothing left of it. It’s moving along the hallway now. Looks like it got its bearings. It’s at the north exit door. It’s banging on it like it did with the lab door. I wonder if it knows that that’s the exit leading outside. Maybe it feels the air coming from outside. Um, I can’t let it out, but it seems insistent that it be released through this door. Maybe it’s trying to migrate north, as strange as it—Whoa! [Rapid skittering is heard increasing in volume, then decreasing as Dr. Bosco jumps against a wall] That’s the fastest I’ve ever seen it move, with a broken leg hanging off of it, no less. It’s apparently done trying to escape. Hold on. Okay, I’m back at the lab entrance. It made its way back shockingly quickly and has entered its freezer unit. This is how it usually ends our sessions; it crawls back into the container and aligns itself with its top half, sort of like a puzzle piece. So now it’s lying still, like it’s pretending to be a single body that hasn’t been torn in half. It knows that the rest of its body is there. I still can’t quite explain it, but given how damaged it’s becoming, I worry it won’t be much longer before the bones are essentially nonexistent and it ends up wriggling like a worm. It’s done for the day, I won’t force it to stay out. [Dr. Bosco can be heard crouching and placing his hands on the freezer door] Wait, did it just… Hang on, I’m going to look more closely. I probably shouldn’t be sticking my head in here, but I don’t think it’ll harm me… It… No, never mind. I thought I saw the arm move. Maybe the legs just moved and blocked the light shining on it. [Dr. Bosco can be heard locking the freezer] That was a quick session but I’ve gathered a little more information. It definitely has a desire to escape the facility. I’m not sure why, but I fear with its short lifespan and the impossibility of allowing it to leave the facility that we may never find out. I’m keeping it frozen for as long as I can. I think some other hypothesis needs to be made regarding what’s causing these phenomena before we can risk any further tests on it. Addendum 5328-B: After Dr. Bosco’s audio recording was submitted, several researchers pointed out the presence of an indiscriminate noise that occurred at the 4:57 mark as he closed the door to the freezer at the end of the session. Most speculated the sound was a vocalization made by SCP-5328, possibly as a result of the legs transferring neurons to the mouth and vocal cords via physical connection. Dr. Bosco claimed he did not hear this during the observation session, but turned off SCP-5328’s freezer unit and installed an audio recorder in case any similar noises were made. The following audio clips were recorded over the course of two weeks. 1/15/21 4:54 PM: 1/19/21 5:20 AM: 1/20/21 12:58 AM: 1/24/21 7:02 PM: SCP-5328 regurgitated part of its larynx during the final clip. No subsequent vocalizations occurred. Addendum 5328-C: In an attempt to identify the corpse, inquiries have been made about missing person reports in Alaska and the Canadian territories. The only report found that nearly matches SCP-5328 originates from Norman Wells, Northwest Territories, over 400 km from where SCP-5328 was acquired. The report was made five days after the acquisition of SCP-5328, by the father of 30-year-old Lana Qarpik, when her vehicle, rented from Yellowknife Airport, was discovered abandoned 100 km from the border of British Columbia. Files were confiscated from the local medical office and Lana Qarpik’s home in hopes confirming SCP-5328’s identity and determining the cause of its affliction. Ultrasound files for Lana Qarpik during pregnancy Date: 8/3/20 Gestational age: ~15 wks Sex: unidentified Cardiac activity: present Structures visualized: skull, neck, heart, spine Head circumference: 126 mm Visit summary: All readings normal. Patient is under high distress, claiming she has been abstinent for several years. Referred patient to online stress management workshop and women’s shelter, if she believes she was sexually assaulted without her knowledge. Date: 9/28/20 Gestational age: 23 wks Sex: F Cardiac activity: present Structures visualized: skull, neck, heart, spine, abdomen, right arm Head circumference: 240 mm Visit summary: Fetus shows minor signs of macrocephaly; no fluid buildup or defects detected. Patient is extremely distressed, showing signs of delirium and hypochondria; asked if the fetus is human. Recommended rest and add’l sleep. Blood samples taken from patient and fetus per patient’s request. Note-10/8: Fetus and patient blood samples came back identical. Nurses, please ensure that the next blood draw actually comes from the fetus. Don’t miss with that needle. Date: 11/2/20 Gestational age: 28 wks Sex: F Cardiac activity: present Structures visualized: skull, brain, neck, spine, abdomen, pelvis, right leg Head circumference: 355 mm Visit summary: Severe macrocephaly present. Still no fluid buildup detected. Fetus’ blood taken for analysis. Patient’s speech is slurred and is walking off balance. Possibly drunk? Breath didn’t smell of alcohol. Reprimanded patient for drinking while pregnant. Patient claims the baby is sapping her memories away and telling her where to walk. Recommended appointment with traveling psychiatrist for Sahtu region. Note-11/11: Again, fetus and patient blood samples came back identical. Nurses, this shouldn’t be that hard! Internet search history from laptop confiscated from Lana Qarpik’s home 7/27/2020 17:32:40 nauseaa 7/27/2020 17:33:15 Nausea causes 7/28/2020 18:55:02 Dr. Jason Carter phone Norman Wells 7/29/2020 17:02:03 pregnancy symptoms 7/29/2020 17:10:44 pregnancy no father 7/29/2020 17:11:50 Pregnancy no sexual partner 8/3/2020 12:21:21 how to know if you’ve been raped 8/3/2020 12:26:00 impregnated without knowledge 8/4/2020 06:56:26 stress management 8/5/2020 20:48:04 best funny netflix shows 8/5/2020 20:51:48 best relaxing netflix shows 8/10/2020 19:02:37 Dr. Carter Norman Wells reviews 8/15/2020 13:10:09 order cat food bulk 8/22/2020 15:05:59 pregnancy headaches 9/1/2020 11:45:21 womens shelter northwest territoris 9/4/2020 18:40:23 dad birthday gift ideas 9/4/2020 18:42:03 dad birthday gift ideas during covid 9/10/2020 22:00:29 dr Carter phone norman wells 9/12/2020 02:39:38 headache remedy 9/12/2020 17:35:56 do fetuses take brain power from mother 9/18/2020 19:08:15 best cat toys 9/20/2020 17:39:08 asexual reproduction 9/20/2020 17:42:53 have humans reproduced asexually 9/23/2020 20:33:29 human asexual reproduction 10/8/2020 17:35:01 do fetuses have same blood as mother 10/25/2020 10:30:48 Asexual reproduction 10/25/2020 16:10:41 asexual reproduction 10/29/2020 15:03:22 pregnancy memory loss 10/29/2020 17:12:39 memory loss 10/31/2020 12:23:23 memory loss 10/31/2020 19:00:30 urge to walk in random directions 10/31/2020 21:40:56 Human asexual reproduction 11/1/2020 09:47:31 long term memory loss 11/1/2020 10:20:00 not regognizing family mambers 11/1/2020 10:32:18 forgetting pets 11/2/2020 16:06:22 sahtu psychiatrist 11/3/2020 12:58:30 sahty psychiatrist 11/6/2020 18:09:28 exorcist Canadian territories 11/6/2020 18:12:31 exorcist alberta 11/6/2020 18:18:19 exorcist british Columbia 11/6/2020 18:22:50 oogle maps brish cloumbia 11/7/2020 01:55:06 memory loss 11/7/2020 04:06:07 exorcist british Columbia 11/7/2020 13:40:39 memry lodd 11/8/2020 06:55:02 exrcist britsh Columbia 11/8/2020 09:00:36 dxocist dribdsh clunba 11/8/2020 11:50:22 whedre was i going 11/8/2020 12:05:05 plane tickcket to yellownkife 11/8/2020 18:50:00 maps brsh itish colnumba 11/8/2020 19:58:27 exocict brtish clmbfia 11/9/2020 04:10:49 brithsh columbia dexorcist Addendum 5328-D: Notice regarding SCP-5328 2/20/2021 As of today, both of SCP-5328’s fibulae have been completely consumed, and the legs have reduced in thickness by 7 cm. Although the quantity of living cells present has not changed, its movement has become noticeably sluggish, and it is unable to stand or reach upwards more than 50 cm. Moving forward, we will be using cryogenics to preserve SCP-5328. It may only be released if new regenerative technology is developed for it or another separate instance is discovered. To the junior researchers involved with this specimen, especially those for whom this was their first project, first of all, yes, this will likely take a matter of years. Second, any further appeals by staff to satisfy SCP-5328's alleged requests made in Addendum 5328-B will continue to be ignored. The Foundation's living specimens are not pets, and you will need to learn this the hard way if you want to continue to work here. "What harm would it do?" is not a valid question. Be aware that this is neither an act of mercy nor cruelty. Anyone who insults me again by referring to this as the latter will be recommended for a project with a high risk rating so that you will better understand why we are doing this. -Dr. Alistair Bosco Incident I-5328-1: Date: 5/21/21 Location: Site 17- West entrance Casualties: 1 Description: At 3:15 AM, an intruder was detected climbing the outer fence at the facility's west gate. The intruder ignored warnings by security to stop and was gunned down after successfully entering the nine digit passcode to open the west entrance door. The intruder was identified as George Qarpik, 63, of Norman Wells, Northwest Territories, Canada. Because of the intruder's speculated relation to SCP-5328, his remains were given to Dr. Alistair Bosco for DNA sampling before incineration. Dr. Bosco has confirmed that the man was related by blood to SCP-5328. Due to the clear connection between the intruder and an SCP, plus his knowledge of the entrance passcode, the Foundation is thoroughly investigating all staff members who have been involved with SCP-5328 for an intentional information leak. Any staff members with knowledge that may help the investigation are asked to report to upper management. Addendum 5328-E: The current state of SCP-5328 research 7/2/21 Due to the recent happenings in regards to SCP-5328, which I'm sure you all have no doubt are related to incident I-5328-1, it is imperative that I share my recent findings with the senior staff involved. Since the information leak from the incident was almost certainly caused by a junior researcher with an unfortunate bleeding heart, who is yet to be identified, I will not be copying any of them on this information, and I recommend anyone reading this message also withhold it from them. Frankly, the appearance of the father of SCP-5328's former self is a blessing in disguise. Thanks to those in upper management who allowed me permission to dissect the corpse, my genetics team and I have isolated at least two abnormally mutated gene strings that both SCP-5328 and its parent possess. Although research is ongoing, they appear to be related to reproductive function and brain function, respectively. This all but confirms that the affliction is hereditary, and not caused by a contagion, as some of us feared. Thus, unless George Qarpik had other offspring that we don't know about (I suggest we make the necessary inquiries to be certain), Lana Qarpik, who we know as SCP-5328, was the only person affected. This brings about my main hypothesis that I'd like to share, as I believe it may interest some particularly high ranking researchers. SCP-5328 is not a fluke of nature, but rather an unfathomably rare step in evolution, albeit a flawed one. Had Lana given birth, and not died in the Yukon wilderness, forcing the fetus to devour itself to stay alive, we may have seen the first instance of complete transferal of a person's consciousness to a separate body via natural means. This singular human was genetically designed to shift all of her knowledge and memories to an infantile duplicate of herself, for a potentially indefinite number of generations, effectively making her immortal. If properly harnessed, this genetic pattern could allow a person to keep their knowledge alive for longer than anyone has ever lived. This is certainly a controversial hypothesis for a potential result that would be even more contentious within the science world, but I hope you all understand the importance of keeping SCP-5328 alive, and agree that this creature deserves to be studied further. Obviously, this research would have to be prevented from falling into the wrong hands, so I highly recommend raising the clearance level to at least 3, depending on our future findings. Thank you for your consideration and I look forward to hearing back from all of you. -Dr. Alistair Bosco Footnotes 1. Prior containment procedures required only a standard freezer unit, as SCP-5328 can survive extremely low temperatures. However, due to the rate of decay, this requirement has been modified. |
SCP-5329 | safe | SCP-5329 Item #: SCP-5329 Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is to spread a misinformation campaign claiming the water produced by SCP-5329 is contaminated by toxic substances, and an undercover Agent is to remain placed near the location to prevent civilians from consuming it. The use of SCP-5329 is only allowed for testing by authorized personnel, and civilians who accidentally consume SCP-5329's water are to be administrated with amnestics. Description: SCP-5329 is a water spout located near the city of Southampton, England. Once consumed by a human, the water produced by SCP-5329 will make the individual unable to lie within the following thirty minutes. This effect will only take place if the consumer drinks or collects the water produced by SCP-5329 before it falls into the puddle located below the spout, as upon mixing with different liquid substances (including non-anomalous water) it loses its anomalous properties. Besides the aforementioned effect, no other anomalous properties were observed regarding SCP-5329 and the water it produces. Currently, the Foundation has stored approximately 1000 liters of SCP-5329's water within Site-73. Discovery: SCP-5329 came to Foundation's attention when the number of verbal and physical conflicts between civilians with previously close relationships1 began to increase unusually within the region around the middle of 2018, to the point of local media starting to publish and broadcast content related to it. Due to that, on September 15th of said year, 2 investigational teams composed of four Agents each were sent to the city to investigate the cause behind the anomalous behavior of the population. After 3 weeks of fruitless efforts, on October 6th, the group composed of Agents Edward Freed, Jason Cornell, Joseph Hemming, and its leader John Collins, accidentally found SCP-5329. + Audio Log 5329-006 - hide The following is a transcript of part of the recorded conversation between Agents John Collins and Edward Freed on the day of SCP-5329's discovery. Agent John: Well, let’s go back to the hotel. It’s kinda late already and Jason and Joseph already returned. Tomorrow we will be back here by 6 a.m. Agent Edward: Yeah, sure, although I’d rather be working with Kurt’s group, as they usually wake up at 8 a.m. instead of 6. Agent John: Huh? You’re not the type of guy who complains about such things, Edward. You alright man? Agent Edward: Would be better doing something actually useful than wasting my time here, to be honest. This mission is incredibly boring and I don’t even like you guys that much. I feel like this is a complete waste of time. Agent John: Eh… what? You never acted like this man. You’re always motivated and even friendly with most people, so I am not getting why you’re saying these things right now. Did something specific make you upset recently? Agent Edward: Nothing specific, but yeah I definitely have been upset for a while. I feel like life itself has been just extremely exhaustive and pointless to me. What I truly want is just to return to my family and just live a simple life with them, and not having to worry about anomalous things that are able to kill me instantly and all that shit. But here I am instead, searching for something that I am not even sure if it even exists or not, and I don't even know what it's supposed to be! Moreover, I am forced to work with some people I would never even talk to if I had a choice, and have to risk my own life for them sometimes. But the worst thing is that I need to pretend that I respect people like the O5 Council, people who think they are gods or something and never think twice before sending people to death or using them as guinea pigs. We actually don't even know who they truly are… I wish I could punch each one of them in the face at least once! Agent John: Edward, there is definitely something wrong with you… That’s the only explanation I can think of because we have been working together for more than 4 years and you've never said anything like that before. I will just pretend that I didn’t hear anything you just said. Yeah, that’s for the better… Do you remember what have you done within the last hour while I was investigating the other side of the area? Agent Edward: Nothing much really. I was just pretending to be doing something here while you were gone. I was just sitting over there thinking about life. Honestly, the only thing I did was drinking a bit of water from a small spout I found about 20 minutes ago. Agent John: Hmm, I see… Well, I believe we finally have found something promising to investigate here. Like it or not, you are a good and useful Agent, Edward. Agent John Collins then contacted the Foundation and reported the situation. When personnel reached the location approximately 1 hour later, Agent Edward was already back to his normal state, although he seemed highly ashamed for his earlier statements, saying: "I don't know what was wrong with me. John, I'm really sorry…" As Agent John replied: It's okay Edward, it wasn't your fault, also you're the one who found the anomaly! Just cheer up guy, we're still friends!" The 2 investigational teams were then dismissed. Further investigations and testing with Class-D personnel confirmed the anomalous properties of SCP-5329 and it was successfully contained without further incidents. Addendum 1: After a careful examination of SCP-5329 two days after its discovery, a small but still visible text was found carved on a stone next to it. The message says: "For those who seek for a better, more honest world. Water purified by members of The Truth Shall Prevail." Investigations regarding this group are still ongoing. Addendum 2: The possibility of SCP-5329's water being used by the Foundation in specific cases in order to get pieces of information from Groups and/or Persons of Interest is being considered, however, its use on individuals for other purposes is currently prohibited, to avoid meaningless violation of mental privacy. Addendum 3: Agent Edward later apologized to the O5 Council via his superiors for his statements while under the effects of SCP-5329’s water, and on 04/03/2019 requested his own retirement, stating: “I can’t continue working to the Foundation after the things I’ve said. If that’s what my inner self truly feels like, I probably should just leave. Thanks for everything guys, and despite what I said I had a bunch of fun moments here. I will really miss working with you, John!” Edward's request was granted and he no longer works for the Foundation. John Collins was considerably impacted by his companion's decision and is currently assigned to SCP-5329's containment preventing civilians from consuming SCP-5329's water, as requested by himself. Footnotes 1. Including conflicts between close relatives. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5329" by Lucas667, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5329. 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: Waterspout Name: Mill Spout Author: Eric Oak License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
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SCP-5330. Item №: SCP-5330 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5330 is kept in a standard containment locker in the High-Security Anomalous Items Storage wing of Site-8, and may not be removed from storage under any circumstances. Testing on SCP-5330 is forbidden. Description: SCP-5330 is a small, engraved metal box, secured with a latch and displaying signs of slight oxidation. The material composing SCP-5330 is impermeable to physical force and radiation-opaque, and its latch cannot be released. This has rendered its contents impossible to ascertain. If SCP-5330 enters the potential visual field of a human (regardless of ambient light levels), they will become subject to a series of miniaturized detonations located within their cranium. These detonations originate in the cerebellum and move outwards, invariably resulting in severe cranial damage, brain hemorrhage and subsequent expiry within 5-10 seconds of initial observation. This effect does not extend to photographs or recordings of SCP-5330. Supplemental Material - Incident 5330-030920: On 03-09-2020, severe seismic activity in the vicinity of Site-8 caused a total power failure and subsequent site evacuation and lockdown, during which a significant number of dangerous SCP objects breached containment. Additionally, numerous storage lockers were compromised, including that of SCP-5330, and their contents were scattered across the High-Security Anomalous Items Storage wing. Assistant Researcher Marcus Cromwell was unable to evacuate and was trapped inside the High-Security Anomalous Items Storage wing, which was rendered inaccessible by multiple automatically sealing bulkheads; he was not located for over a week, as the wing could not be breached. Appended below are several audio logs recorded by Cromwell on an emergency terminal over the first 48 hours following Incident 5330-030920. <BEGIN LOG> (Rustling fabric and a metallic click, followed by heavy, panicked breathing, are audible.) Cromwell: Hello? Hello? Is- is this working? M-Marcus Cromwell, Level 1 Assistant Researcher, recording on March 9, 2020. I'm… Fuck. Fuck. <END LOG> <BEGIN LOG> (A shaky sigh is audible.) Cromwell: Okay, I’m alright, I’m fine. Managed to compose myself. Marcus Cromwell again. There’s been… there has been a severe earthquake adjacent to Site-8, and a sh- numerous containment breaches right after that. Everyone else managed to- to evacuate. I’m the only one left, and I’m… (Cromwell swallows audibly. The sound of an object, likely Cromwell’s arms, coming to rest on the terminal is audible.) Cromwell: Uh, well, I’m stuck in the High-Security Anomalous Objects wing, and I've never been in here before. It’s pitch-black, and… and a lot of the lockers are broken, and the stuff inside them fell out. All of the lockers, actually. They're all broken. I saw all the doors coming off when the quake hit. Cromwell: And, yeah, that means 5330 is… out in the open. Somewhere in here. Don’t know where. So I can’t turn around or anything, unless I want my head to go boom. And I- I sure don't. (He laughs uneasily.) Cromwell: I’ll- I’ll report back later once I assess the situation in more detail. Marcus Cromwell, signing off. <END LOG> <BEGIN LOG> Cromwell: Hello again, terminal. Right, so. I took a very, very careful look around while staring up at the ceiling so I didn't catch 5330 in the corner of my eye. Cromwell: It's completely and utterly dark, even though the reserve power should be working fine, and my eyes aren't adjusting at all. Must be a side effect from one of the skips that breached or something, because this is just weird. Cromwell: But, yeah, I can't even tell how big the room is. I genuinely can't see shit except the blinking green light on this thing. I think I can use the light to establish a baseline of measurement, though. Let's say I start at the light and take five steps, then five more… don't look behind you, Marcus… (Cromwell's voice recedes and grows fainter. Footsteps are audible until they suddenly halt, along with a faint metallic clang.) Cromwell: (distantly) And that's the far wall. About twenty-four steps. (Cromwell's voice approaches; footsteps are audible again.) Cromwell: Let's see. If I assume the room's roughly cubical and I know all the anomalous objects are in a pile somewhere behind me, that means I've got a ballpark of about where 5330 is. Nicely done, Marcus, if I do say so myself. Cromwell: Right, also, this terminal's running off battery power. Forgot to mention that. I'll have to conserve it, so once more, signing off for now. <END LOG> <BEGIN LOG> Cromwell: Marcus Cromwell reporting in. Hi, terminal, been a little while. So, uh. (Cromwell clears his throat.) Cromwell: I did some checking. I'm not sure, but I think the door is right past where- where 5330 is. And I'm… I'm not going over there. I'm not even… (speaking quickly) I can't look over there. I just can't. You understand, right? Don't you understand? I need to, I have to find another way out. (There is a long pause.) Cromwell: I'll… I'll report back. I don't want to die. There has to be another way to do this. Signing off. Goodbye, terminal. <END LOG> <BEGIN LOG> Cromwell: Hi, terminal. I'm back and I have some… well, can't say if it's good or bad news. Just news. Cromwell: So, I might have a way out that doesn't involve going anywhere near 5330. A lot of the other terminals in here that cut out in the quake run on lithium-ion batteries. Useless for this specific terminal, but if I can severely overcharge them with the reserve power, I might be able to create a makeshift bomb and blast my way through the wall. (Cromwell sighs. Rustling fabric is audible as he shifts slightly.) Cromwell: I don't like this plan. It's really risky. But as far as I can tell, nobody's coming in to rescue me. They don't even know I'm here. Why would they? Cromwell: It's my only option to escape, and I've got to face that. This is the only way I'll ever see any light again that isn't the goddamned blinking green one on this STUPID terminal. (A harsh metallic clang is heard, presumably from Cromwell slamming his fist against the terminal, followed by heavy breathing.) Cromwell: I… I got agitated. Fuck. Okay… fuck. Keep your cool, Marcus. Keep it together. Being around… being around 5330's got me on edge. I feel like my head's about to explode and I haven't even looked at it… (Cromwell sighs again.) Cromwell: Signing off. Goodbye again, terminal. Sorry. I've got to go gather some batteries. <END LOG> <BEGIN LOG> (Multiple distinct metallic clatters are audible, consistent with a large number of metal objects being dropped onto the ground directly in front of the terminal; this is accompanied by panting from Cromwell.) Cromwell: Hey, (huff) terminal. Still can't see (huff) shit, and I had to keep far, far away from the part of the (huff) room where 5330 is, but I think I managed to (huff) get most of this place's batteries. I also (huff) rounded up a good amount of wires from around the wing. Cromwell: Next up is… whew… next up is wiring all of these together. When I overcharge them, it'll have to be all at once. So… might as well record myself doing that, you know, for posterity. I'll be out of here soon anyway, so I don't need to worry about battery power. Cromwell: Gonna be a bitch to do in total darkness and right up against this terminal… but I don't want to risk getting an eyeful of 5330 so close to escape. (Shifting fabric can be heard as Cromwell sits down. He does not speak further. Metallic clicks and snaps are now audible, as well as Cromwell's breathing, grunts, and occasional expletives. This continues for approximately thirty minutes, after which Cromwell is heard standing up and sighing deeply in relief.) Cromwell: Finally! Phew, holy Christ, my fucking hands… my blisters are gonna have blisters. But it was worth it. I think when I hook this directly into the reserve power, it'll… Cromwell: Well, I'll be able to get out of here. So… reporting back as soon as I get this set up. Goodbye, terminal. <END LOG> <BEGIN LOG> (Electrical buzzing is audible.) Cromwell: -seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, go! (A sharp metallic click sounds out. The buzzing increases in volume.) Cromwell: Come on, come o- (A number of loud concussive reports are heard, followed by a rapid series of metallic snaps and pings. Several wet splintering sounds are audible, accompanied by Cromwell's screaming and, shortly afterwards, a loud thud.) (Cromwell continues to scream; his voice eventually grows hoarse and transitions to whimpering before he falls completely silent. A faint electrical buzz is audible in the background. After three hours with no activity, the terminal automatically shuts down in order to preserve battery.) <END LOG> <BEGIN LOG> (A faint dragging sound punctuated by hoarse giggles is audible, followed by a thump.) Cromwell: Hhhahahaha… this shit is just… a cosmic joke, huh? (Cromwell dissolves into a fit of giggles, which transitions into a hacking, wet cough; this continues for thirty seconds before he resumes speaking.) Cromwell: It's a cosmic joke and… and I'm the punchline. Fucking batteries blew each other apart. They hit my leg, my ribs, my arm… didn't think ahead, didn't see this one coming. Just an Assistant Researcher, after all. I'm… I'm bleeding all over the damn place. The break in my leg, it's real bad… (Heavy, wet breathing is audible for several seconds.) Cromwell: I staunched the flow with a few documents I found in a cabinet. Don't know how long they'll last. They're… they're already soaked. Cromwell: I… I think this is it, terminal. You're almost out of juice, anyway. Got to… got to shut you down… I'd be a shit researcher if I didn't follow protocol… <END LOG> <BEGIN LOG> Cromwell: Hhhey… terminal… (Rough, wet, hacking coughs are audible.) Cromwell: I lied… got lonely… you'll forgive me, right? I don't wanna die alone, not like this. It hurts, oh God, it hurts… (Cromwell begins coughing again, his voice eventually transitioning into a sob.) Cromwell: If… if I'm going to kick the bucket in this dark place anyway… I might as well go out spectacularly, right? Go out with a bang? (laughs wetly) A bang, get it? 5330-style? What do you say, terminal? (Twenty-second pause.) Cromwell: Yeah. Yeah, that's what I thought. I don't… I don't know why I didn't want to earlier, it's so easy. All I have to do is… Cromwell: All I've got to do is… is stop looking away… (A faint fabric rustle, presumably from Cromwell turning towards SCP-5330, is audible. This is shortly followed by a series of muffled concussive reports, growing gradually louder and punctuated by wet squelches and crunches. After ten seconds, the reports cease, and the thump of an object hitting the floor of the room is heard, accompanied by a wet splat.) (The terminal remains active until its batteries are completely depleted twenty minutes later, at which point it deactivates.) <END LOG> |
SCP-5331 | safe | Item #: SCP-5331 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5331 is too distant from the Solar System to be considered a threat to normalcy. Observation cannot be conducted. Following the completion of amnesticization and coverup operations in collaboration with the Brazilian government and various astronomical agencies, no containment procedures are necessary. Description: SCP-5331 is a severed human skull, traveling at speeds in excess of 0.99999999c towards the constellation Microscopium in the southern celestial hemisphere. Monitoring suggests that the object possesses an extreme durability, maintaining its structural integrity despite repeated relativistic collisions and acceleration-induced stressors that would otherwise break human osseous tissue. At the present moment, its method of thrust is unknown. The skull formerly belonged to Gracília Melo, an undergraduate astrophysics researcher who worked at the Arecibo Observatory in Arecibo, Puerto Rico. In the months prior to SCP-5331's creation, Melo had studied new ways of analyzing the astronomical radio data brought in by the telescope, applying linguistics, esoteric forms of cryptography, and the analysis of stochastic L-system grammars to yield results claimed by her to be "signs of active extraterrestrial broadcasting." Her work was consistently disregarded due to faulty methodology, and, after the neglect of research duties in favor of furthered analysis, she was removed from her job position. The final paper she submitted for review to Cornell University1 was a study of radio signals from Betelgeuse, interpreted by her to be "a mode for transferring fuel via informational means across otherwise inaccessible interstellar distances." Cornell University rejected the paper. On returning to her home city of Itanhaém, Brazil in June of 1996, Melo continued astronomical studies with equipment set up in the backyard of her parents' house. She was noted as being reserved during this time, sleeping by the equipment to "better siphon Betelgeuse" or tune into broadcasts she reportedly heard. Halfway through the month she developed a notable interest in motorsports. At 02:31 on 17/06/1996, Melo's parents were awoken by the sound of an explosion in the backyard. On arrival they found Melo in a state of spontaneous combustion. Plasma fired from her eye sockets, buccal cavity, and foramen magnum, vaporizing her flesh and setting fire to the surroundings in a 11 meter radius. The skeletal system restructured into a form bearing resemblance to multistage rockets and took off from the terrain. Over the next four hours the Brazilian military tracked SCP-5331 as it accelerated in an upwards trajectory, performing its first stage separation after breaking the sound barrier at a height of 11km. The sonic boom was heard by a passenger airliner 5km away, albeit with abnormal shifts in pitch; the vibrations paralleled the sounds of a cheering crowd, with a flash of green light accompanying the event. Second stage separation was confirmed at 03:01 (height 100km), and at 03:10 the anomaly reached terrestrial escape velocity. Solar escape velocity was attained at 05:00. At this point SCP-5331 had exited Earth's gravity well and was accelerating towards the speed of light. Monitoring was conducted by observing the gamma rays released as the object relativistically collided with the interplanetary dust cloud. On 19/06/1996, following a massive burst of blueshifted radiation, SCP-5331 vanished. Owing to a lack of sighted debris or gamma ray emissions, the leading hypothesis is that the anomaly breached the threshold of 1c and entered faster-than-light speeds, though this is unconfirmed. No sightings have been made since. Responding to a massive anomalous incident, Foundation personnel were scrambled to Itanhaém and began negotiations with the Brazilian government to aid in coverup operations, promising a loosening of restrictions on governmental anomaly usage in exchange for complete military cooperation. Negotiations were concluded that day, and, in cooperation with global astronomical agencies,2 the Foundation began restricting the flow of information on SCP-5331 and amnesticizing where necessary. Melo's parents were hospitalized prior to Foundation involvement. Both had suffered partial-body burn wounds, ranging from second- to third-degree; owing to otherwise stable conditions, interviews under police report guises could be conducted. The only memorabilia recovered from the house before it burned down from the anomaly was a note written by Melo, taped on the door to the backyard. Fire damage destroyed the majority of its contents, though several remaining fragments were legible. Translations from Portuguese are as follows: I've entered a race. You know where it's going to be. The track is spanning from […] […] thought those were attempts to share their culture with us, but no, it's runoff from their programming, their entertainment venues […] […] Betelgeuse though? Amazingly open to newcomer sponsorship. There's enough fuel in that star that even draining it at a rate of […] is more than enough to last both […] I hope it doesn't go supernova before I'm […] […] flesh-to-antigravity organs. Sorry about the mess that's going to […] […] starting in ten minutes. I have a lot of […] […] love you always. Tell Cornell I'm bringing the trophy back. It is of note that, at the time of SCP-5331's activity, a cluster of unidentified objects traveling at similarly relativistic speeds were recorded passing through the solar system on trajectories towards Microscopium. Footnotes 1. In charge of the Arecibo Observatory from its construction in the 1960s to 2011. 2. See: The 1959 Bermuda Accords On Responses to Anomalous Extraterrestrial Events and Maintaining the Veil Globally. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5331" by NatVoltaic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5331. 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-5332 | safe | ITEM #: SCP-5332 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: SAFE DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK ITEM: SCP-5332 LEVEL- CONTAINMENT CLASS: SAFE DISRUPTION CLASS: DARK Special Containment Procedures SCP-5332 is to be contained in situ due to its current effect on the local marine life. The ship containing SCP-5332 is to have underwater cameras installed in order to monitor SCP-5332's status. If any divers are spotted near the wreck, STF Rho-7 ("Greeting Party") are to amnesticize the individual and bring them back to shore. Description SCP-5332 designates the bones, and most notably the horn, of a great whale sub-species. These bones, when powdered, have mild amnestic and medicinal properties; as such, they were hypothesized to be used as rare, primitive amnestics for groups such as the Commission of Unusual Cargo and HMFftSCotP.His/Her Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal.. SCP-5332 was found following an investigation into the migration patterns of Greenland based blue whales. When following a pod of whales, a diver discovered an old 17th-century boat that the blue whales used as a resting point. Upon further inspection, they discovered the bones of an abnormally large blue whale with an estimated length of around 30m, that the other whales had been clustered around. Over the following few hours, the diver noticed many other marine species visiting the site of the bones, almost seeming to pay their respects to the creature. Following an exploration of the ship's interior, the diver recovered an old document pertaining to an organization called "The Commission of Unusual Cargo." After returning home, the diver posted the contents of these letter onto his blog, which was picked up by a Foundation web crawler. All involved parties were amnestisized following this event. The letter discovered by the diver has been attached below: The Honourable East India Company Manifest Detail # C-172852 Date: 17th of June 1627 Vessel: The Gallant Ship Kingfisher Storage: The cargo to be stowed in the hold, in a large standard crate with a sheepskin padded interior, and secured to the floor hull by rope. Unauthorized access to the hold is to be noted and punished upon return to land. Description: Twelve bones of a great horned blue whale; the horned blue whale appears to be a monarch of the whales, thus, its bones hold great value for any scientifically inclined gentleman, able to alleviate any common ailment with ease. These bones, when undamaged, are expected to invite a large price at auction, therefore the utmost care must be taken to preserve them. Scribbled note in the margin. Don't fuck this up, or Mr Trower will have your guts for garters, lad. Addendum 1 Upon investigation by STF.Special Task Force. Rho-7, the reason that the Kingfisher sunk was found to be due to a large gash in the side of the boat, as well as numerous buckled side planks; suggesting a large mass had hit the ship. It appears that a long sharp object had speared the ship during its return to port, causing it to rapidly sink. Further investigation is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5332" by Dr Moned, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5332. 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-5333 | euclid | Item#: 5333 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5333 is to be held at a Foundation-owned fish farm located in an offshoot of the Nile River, specifically located in the Minya Governorate of Egypt. A research station is to be established, staffed by at least three Level-2 Foundation researchers with experience handling biological anomalies. Additional security personnel may be requested for temporary stationing as necessary. Any personnel entering within 3 meters of the containment zone are to surrender any personal accessories or loose items (e.g., wallets, electronic devices, personalized writing implements, jewelry) for temporary holding. Disposable replacements will be provided as possible, until the personnel member exits the containment zone. Should any objects carried by personnel within SCP-5333's containment be transfigured, they are to be examined for anomalous properties, and stored at the research station in designated secure lockers. Description: SCP-5333 is a male elephant-snout fish (Mormyrus kannume), possessing a bronze disc-shaped headpiece, between two bronze horns, affixed to its skull. Close examination of the fish indicates that it ages at an exponentially slower rate than that of non-anomalous equivalents, and the fish is currently suffering from non-fatal gastric blockage. SCP-5333's primary anomaly involves the sporadic physical alteration of small objects within 5 meters of the fish. The anomaly changes said objects into artifacts traditionally associated with Ancient Egyptian (dated to approximately 25th B.C. or later) celebrations, some with a noticeable occurrence of phallic imagery. Examples of this effect include: Hats and other head coverings being replaced with elaborately curled wigs made of animal and/or human hair or bronze headpieces similar to that worn by SCP-5333. The wigs are adorned with a small gold circlet bearing a small golden penis at the forefront. Facial cosmetics cases being replaced with phallus-shaped "perfume cones".1 Personal accessories being replaced with handmade jewelry incorporating gold, semiprecious stones, and gems, inscribed with the hieroglyph associated with the words "phallus", "man", and "husband". Toiletries and other personal hygiene items being replaced with fresh flowers. Individually packaged food items being replaced with fruits, pork, beef, or mutton. Candies, cough drops, and sugar packets being replaced with honey cake pastries arranged in stacks to form a vague phallus shape. Bottled drinks being replaced with clay jugs of wine or beer. Cell phones and personal music players being replaced with sistrums2, lyres, lutes, and dancers' headdresses. An example of hieroglyphics present on items altered by SCP-5333. Large containers altered by SCP-5333 consistently bear recurring hieroglyphics somewhere on their surface (see Recovery Log 5333). The symbols translate to various hymns and verses praising Osiris, the Ancient Egyptian god of fertility, agriculture, the afterlife, the dead, resurrection, and vegetation. It is noted that on approximately 5% of all items altered in this way by SCP-5333, the hieroglyphics instead describe the myth of Osiris's death3 at the hands of his brother Set, who cut Osiris's body into pieces, all of which were recovered by Osiris's wife Isis with the exception of the penis. Another 5% of all items display phallic hieroglyphics instead. Discovery: SCP-5333 was discovered following reports of perfume cones washing up in the Minya Governorate's region of the Nile River. Upon inquiry, local residents referenced an Abdelrahman Elgazary (now PoI-5333), who was once known throughout the area for throwing lavish "theme parties" for tourists as part of a family tradition spanning multiple generations. Items altered by SCP-5333 matched descriptions of celebration paraphernalia stated to be present at these gatherings; such items were stated to be sometimes offered to guests as party favors "in memory of Osiris, the greatest party host". PoI-5333 was reported missing to the local authorities on 1983-9-27. Foundation efforts to locate PoI-5333 are ongoing. Addendum: On ██/██/████, an x-ray initiated as part of a battery of typical examinations revealed a severed human phallus lodged within SCP-5333's stomach. Head Researcher Hlad ordered an emergency surgery procedure to attempt to remove the phallus. Standard cutting instruments failed to penetrate SCP-5333's flesh, and instead a medical clamp was inserted orally to attempt to pull the phallus out through the specimen's esophagus. Seconds after the Foundation surgeon managed to attach the clamp onto the phallus, an individual matching the description of a possible perpetrator of PoI-5333's disappearance4 manifested within the research station. The entity demanded the return of '[their] father's pride and joy' (rough translation from Egyptian). The security personnel present attempted to detain the individual (later classified as PoI-5333-2), and were enveloped by a bright beam of light seemingly originating from PoI-5333-2's right eye. The sudden spike in thermal radiation prompted the Site to engage lockdown procedures, which resulted in PoI-5333-2 quickly demanifesting. Additional medical personnel were called in to assess the situation—personnel caught within the beam of light suffered severe burns, but no life-threatening injuries. One week after the previous incident, PoI-5333-2 reappeared outside of the Site accompanied by a flock of various birds of prey, totaling approximately 1,000 individuals. PoI-5333-2 repeated its original demand, dispatched attending security personnel, and commanded its flock to force down the doorway. The flock and PoI-5333-2 then breached SCP-5333's containment and vandalized various walls within the Foundation property before seizing and escaping with a live non-anomalous elephant-snout fish that had been cohabitating with SCP-5333 in the fish farm. A day later the abducted specimen was dropped by a falcon directly onto the head of Head Researcher Hlad, who suffered a concussion and afterwards requested immediate use of all vacation hours. Several days later, four unidentified humanoids forcibly entered the Site's parking area and performed various acts of vandalism upon the vehicles. The first individual5 was seen keying cars belonging to research personnel, the second and third individuals6 were seen spray-painting large hieroglyphics on an adjacent wall, and the fourth individual7 was seen scaling that wall and presumably remained on the roof until the rest of the individuals had finished. The next morning, the communications tower located on the roof overlooking the area was discovered to be covered in bird droppings and dead flies. Translations of the entirety of the graffiti are in progress. Partial observational notes are as follows: "RETURN THE SLAB DICK" was written at the top of the graffiti alongside "WHY YOU PLAYING HARD TO GET?". At the center of the graffiti were what appeared to be crude approximations of PoI-5333-2 engaged in sexual congress with the head researcher. "DUAMUTEF" and "HAPI" were written at the bottom of the graffiti in modern Arabic. As of now, the Foundation has not made any further attempts to remove the phallus from SCP-5333. Discussion is underway regarding how best to proceed with maintaining Foundation custody of SCP-5333. Additional security personnel have been requested; field medics are to be called in as available. The site containing SCP-5333 is currently undergoing revised lockdown procedures. The SCP-5333 documentation will continue to be updated when the research team is able to do so. Footnotes 1. Small, scented cones of wax or resin that would be worn atop a person's head during celebrations. 2. A percussion instrument consisting of a metal frame strung with metal rods, shaken to produce sounds. 3. Consistent with the classical writer Plutarch's De Iside et Osiride. 4. Police reports from the night of PoI-5333's disappearance describe accounts of a man with "the head of a falcon" kicking down the door of the residence, shouting loudly at the inhabitants, and then releasing various birds upon the fleeing individuals. These accounts were previously disregarded as unreliable; reopening of the investigations is underway. 5. The only entity with completely human features. 6. Possessing heads resembling those of a jackal and baboon, respectively. 7. Who had the head of a falcon, but was later identified as not being PoI-5333-2. |
SCP-5334 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5334 Special Containment Procedures: Observations of the star system HD 44219 on the internet are to be monitored and expunged by Foundation Webcrawlers. Published papers on observed anomalous activity are to be confiscated, and involved individuals dosed with Class-G amnestics. Description: SCP-5334 is a gaseous planet orbiting the star HD 44219, approximately 164 light years from Earth. SCP-5334 is roughly three-fifths the mass of Jupiter and is non-anomalous in composition, size, shape, or position. It orbits its host star at ~1.2 AU,1 and possesses a single moon and ring system. SCP-5334's ring system is composed of ~2.7 billion glass bottles each containing various alcoholic beverages. Analysis of recovered bottles during an FTL Anomalous Exoplanet Survey suggest they are at least 800 years old, and each bottle's alcohol content is exceptionally high, ranging from 40-70%. The bottles have no discernible markings or identifying characteristics besides damage caused by micro-impacts. Approximately once every 200 days, roughly 20,000 to 150,000 glass bottles will spontaneously disappear from the ring system. Following this, SCP-5334 will undergo multiple erratic alterations to its orbit, deviating as wildly as 20 degrees from its stable configuration.2 These erratic alterations will slowly become less prominent, and will eventually result in SCP-5334 returning to its original orbital path. Addendum Twenty-seven years after the anomaly was first observed, it underwent a radical change in behavior. The relevant logs have been attached below. DATE: October 5th, 2020, 1:42 UTC. NOTE: SCP-5334 had undergone a regular disappearance event only 54 days prior. [BEGIN LOG] [00:00:00] | Approximately 50,000 bottles disappear from SCP-5334's ring. Despite this, SCP-5334 appears unaffected, and continues in its projected orbit. [00:07:34] | SCP-5334 slows significantly, but otherwise does not change. [01:19:42] | SCP-5334's moon begins to display erratic behavior, its orbit changing radically (up to 70 degrees from normal). It appears to accelerate and decelerate at random intervals. [02:23:03] | SCP-5334 begins to slowly increase its speed over the next fourteen hours to match its prior conditions. Its moon continues to behave in a chaotic manner, and its distance increases from its host planet as time goes on. [03:12:47] | The moon, now 150% farther than its usual distance, immediately begins accelerating towards SCP-5334 at roughly 30km/s2, causing minor deformations on its surface. [03:16:22] | SCP-5334 begins to accelerate away from its moon. SCP-5334's moon continues to accelerate as well, deforming its shape. [04:01:02] | The moon (being faster due to its lower mass) passes the mean distance of its original orbit. SCP-5334 significantly deforms due to increasing acceleration; the moon does so as well. [04:13:17] | SCP-5334's moon enters its host's Roche Limit, and soon after attempts to change direction to move perpendicularly. Despite these attempts, the moon continues to accelerate rapidly towards SCP-5334. [04:17:54] | The moon begins to break apart due to tidal forces and gravity, and no longer displays any anomalous movements. SCP-5334's acceleration slows, removing deformities. [04:19:09] | SCP-5334's moon disintegrates and falls into the planet. [04:20:00–07:15:00] | No activity. [07:15:04] | Every bottle of alcohol in the ring system disappears. SCP-5334 ceases movement. [END LOG] SCP-5334's orbital path has decayed since the incident, and if no further anomalous activity is detected, will likely fall into its host star by 2023. Reclassification to Neutralized is pending. Footnotes 1. Astronomical Unit. One AU is the mean distance between the Earth and Sol. 2. Notably, SCP-5334's satellite is unable to perfectly synchronize with these changes, but will undergo minor alterations in orbit to attempt to maintain stable configurations. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5334" by Yossipossi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5334. 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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Image Credit: See comments. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 3/5335 LEVEL 3/5335 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5335 keter Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned MTF Site–81 Dr. Jean Karlyle Aktus Dr. Imogene Stewart Pi-6 ("Clown Wranglers") Special Containment Procedures SCP-AI webcrawler ΛΞ-207 "Wallbanger" has been reassigned to trawl several forums and social media platforms with the potential to indicate prospective destinations of GoI-233 ("Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting") and SCP-5335. As of July 21, 2020, these measures have been deemed insufficient due to GoI-233's anomalous mode of travel. As such, predictive analytics have been added to ΛΞ-207. None of the three instances of SCP-5335 are currently in containment. In the event that one or more of the SCP-5335 instances are contained, these procedures should be updated to include the contained instances' archived containment procedures. Description SCP-5335 collectively refers to three genetically, although not physically, identical humanoids that all identify themselves as some variation of "Agent McNeal", formerly an FBI: Unusual Incidents Unit operative. This report contains all relevant data gleaned from the FBI:UIU case file, as well as additional data gathered in the ongoing attempt to apprehend SCP-5335. Due to the sensitive nature of this case & the potential for continued security breaches on the part of SCP-5335-1, -2, & -3, apprehension of all three iterations have been given a high priority. MTF Pi-6 ("Clown Wranglers") has been assigned to the ongoing investigation primarily for their expertise in encountering and capturing bozomorphic-class entities. SCP-5335 was originally a decorated Special Agent of the FBI. According to the FBI:UIU personnel file for Special Agent McNeal, the subject in question was initially described as slight, dark-complexioned, and of indeterminate gender.1 Recovered Photograph, SCP-5335-2 & -3, c. unknown SCP-5335-1 appears to generally fit this description, but they have successfully evaded capture since they were first apprehended by the FBI:UIU on January 23, 1935. It is unknown if SCP-5335-1 shares the abilities of SCP-5335-2 and -3 beyond biological immortality. SCP-5335-2 and -3 have both exhibited the ability to radically alter their physical form and identity via complete cellular regeneration to take on the appearance of a variety of baseline humans. This process does not appear to be under their control, as it only triggers upon the "death" of the current instance. This massive cellular regeneration produces a fully-grown adult human and appears to select physical characteristics at random. The only constant has been that the entities have been reported to retain a high degree of physical aptitude, and their memories, personalities, and abilities appear unaffected. The current appearance of all three of the SCP-5335 iterations is unknown. Attached Addenda Discovery SCP-5335 was originally brought to researchers' attention during an ongoing mutual exchange of files between the Foundation and the FBI:Unusual Incidents Unit, which began in 2001.2 Initially created to investigate the activities of GoI-233 “Herman Fuller’s Circus of the Disquieting”, the FBI:UIU's case designation was modified to include a kidnapping charge after Special Agent McNeal was captured by GoI-233 operatives. This was subsequently updated again once it became known that SCP-5335 had begun to actively collaborate with GoI-233. Since jurisdiction over SCP-5335 was passed to the Foundation, MTF Pi-6 ("Clown Wranglers") have engaged repeatedly with SCP-5335 with limited success. In March of 2012, Pi-6 agents were able to apprehend SCP-5335-2, and it was transferred to a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-81. + SCP-5335-2 Initial Interview, 5335.int.01 - Hide Transcript Initial Subject Interview Transcript Date: March 13, 2012 Interviewed: SCP-5335-2 "Mick" Interviewer: Dr. Imogene Stewart Foreword: Subject has been polite and cooperative, and appears to accept containment. While not fully docile, the subject is amenable to conversation, and willingly consented to the interview. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Stewart: Good morning SCP-5335-2, I am Dr. Imogene Stewart, and I'd like to ask you a few questions. SCP-5335-2: Mick, please. Or Agent McNeal, if you're the formal type. Dr. Stewart: Why? You're no longer an FBI:UIU Agent, I think you've made that clear. SCP-5335-2: I find that most labels, titles and names are arbitrary. I think it sounds good. [SCP-5335-2 leans slightly towards Dr. Stewart.] SCP-5335-2: Hey, listen, if you ever do get Spook, please don't tell him I said that first part. Dr. Stewart: I'll, uh, keep that in mind. SCP-5335-2: [nodding] That is all I ask. Dr. Stewart: So, Mick. I'll need to ask you some questions about how you came to be like you are, an- SCP-5335-2: In the custody of the Essie P? Doctor, you should know that! Dr. Stewart: Stop bullshitting, and don't cut me off. I mean how you became three separate entities. SCP-5335-2: You'd have to ask Fuller about the specifics of that, and he's no longer around. A small correction, though; we aren't exactly separate. Dr. Stewart: I see. While that may be the case, I am asking you. SCP-5335-2: Okay. Fuller did his weird Nalka magic on us one we were still together, And now there are three of us. Mick, Mack, and the Spook. Dr. Stewart: Can you be more specific about those statements? SCP-5335-2: It's almost lunchtime, Doctor. I don't want to ruin my appetite, or yours. Dr. Stewart: What caused your feud with the Unusual Incidents Unit? SCP-5335-2: If you're going to tell me not to bullshit you, you shouldn't do it yourself, Doctor. We know you have the files. Dr. Stewart: Humor me. SCP-5335-2: If it took our former colleagues any time to decide we were beyond saving, none of us could tell. Dr. Stewart: Is that why you joined the Circus? SCP-5335-2: [smiling] Honey, who doesn't want to run away and join the Circus from time to time? It's the Greatest Show in All the Worlds! Dr. Stewart: Okay, I get the message. We will reconvene in a few days to discuss your history with the Circus. SCP-5335-2: I don't reckon we will. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Interview was terminated shortly after the subject's final statement, which it never elaborated upon. Security around SCP-5335-2's containment cell has been tightened as a result. Shortly after the initial interview, Site-81 experienced a highly localized series of security system failures, and SCP-5335-2 was able to breach containment with the assistance of -1 and -3. To date, the twelve days that the Foundation had custody of SCP-5335-2 represents the longest period that the Foundation has been able to contain any of the SCP-5335 instances. While much of SCP-5335's history prior to their joining GoI-233 has been stricken from the record, the Foundation was able to locate the single living person that could possibly shed some light onto who Agent McNeal was when they were actively an FBI:UIU agent. + Agent Hooper Initial Interview - Hide Transcript Interviewed: Retired FBI:UIU Agent Jackson Hooper Interviewer: Dr. Imogene Stewart Foreword: UIU Agent Jackson Hooper was the only surviving UIU Agent to have worked directly with the original SCP-5335 instance. Unfortunately, he was in the early stages of Alzheimer’s Syndrome, he could remember little. Class A mnestics were supplied to the subject in the hopes that their use would aid his memory. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Stewart: Well Mr. Hooper, let’s begin. Do you recall working with an Agent McNeal? Agent Hooper: That queer? Fucking hell, that kid was a strange one. Yeah, couple times. Why? Dr. Stewart: We're conducting an investi- Agent Hooper: You wait now, what kind’ve investigation? I ain’t done nothing wrong, I’m a model Agent. Oldest in the Unit, in fact. You’d best not be trying to implicate me in nothing, now. Dr. Stewart: [sighing] As I was saying Mr. Hooper, we're conducting an investigation in order to apprehend Agent McNeal. You’re the only living Agent who worked with them. What were the circumstances surrounding their disappearance? I understand you were present. Agent Hooper: Ah, that’s good, that’s good. Traitorous ass, he were. Hope you find that kid, I’ll have a word or two for him! Dr. Stewart: That’s irrelevant Mr. Hooper. Please answer the question. Agent Hooper: Straight to it eh? I’ve had a couple like you. I can dig it. Dr. Stewart: Answer my question, Mr. Hooper. Agent Hooper: Fine. Uh, it was a long time ago. Dr. Stewart: Go on. Agent Hooper: I'm thinkin'! Don't you be hurryin' me along, you hear? [Several seconds pass in silence] Well, we was tryin' to get info on them screwy Circus folk. They was poppin up all over the damn place, and we was havin' a hell of a time tryin' to stop 'em. Was like they didn't have to travel like regular folk or nothin'. Dr. Stewart: We know about Herman Fuller's Circus, Agent Hooper. I was asking abou- Agent Hooper: I knows, I knows! Give me a break. Y'all kids these days, don't know how to show damn respect. Like I said, we was tryin' to get information. See, McNeal had this way with folk, could get them to talk like he was some sort of shrink. So we was goin' in to see what we could find. I was with Tommy Meyer, I think. We worked together a good couple times, me and Tommy, watched each other's backs and all- Dr. Stewart: Agent Hooper, please. Agent Hooper: All right, all right! Jesus, woman. Tommy and me, we got ourselves lost in some mirrors, that's what we did. S'hard to find the way out when everythin's just our faces starin' back at us. Most of the fun shit happened while we was lost, and us two got out just as McNeal was callin' for extraction. We was tryin' to meet up behind the Big Top, but things were going to shit. Those Clowns kept poppin' up from everywhere, hell, they was the weirdest things, when they were comin' after us like that. I think two agents went down, 'cause Meyer was bleedin' like a pig when we all got out. Dr. Stewart: How did you manage to escape? Agent Hooper: McNeal. Fuckin' queer managed to steer the Clowns the other way, shit was the damndest thing. I think that he was dancin' or some shit? That point, Draper grabbed us all and we got out. I never saw McNeal after that. Heard he turnt traitor. Spent a while lookin' for sonofabitch, at least 'til I got myself reassigned. I think Draper stayed on a bit? Dr. Stewart: I see. Thank you, Agent Hooper. That'll be all. [END LOG] Closing Statement: It's clear that McNeal wasn't well-liked, even if they were respected by the people working for them. We attempted to locate any relatives of Agent C. Draper, but he had no children or siblings when he was transferred to the Office of Strategic Services. OSS records indicate that he was lost in action in France in 1944, and his parents died a few months apart in 1946. Additional Documents + FBI:UIU Case File - Hide Case File Initial Report Suspects Evidence Bureau Record Electronic copy below as per Federal Records Act FBI:UIU File 1932-013: Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting Command: Section Chief ████████ Operational Lead: Special Agent McNeal Special Agent Thompkins Special Agent Hobart Special Agent Myers Special Agent Ryan Special Agent Gordon Special Agent Rodriguez Special Agent Danner Special Agent Hoyer Special Agent Webb Summary: The Circus is an anomalous group that is known to be operating throughout the entirety of the United States. Confirmed reports have placed the Circus in Chicago, IL, San Francisco, CA, Sacramento, CA, Madison, WI, Sarasota, FL, Allentown, PA, and many other cities all across the country. Numerous accounts of injuries sustained while visiting the Circus, along with multiple deaths and disappearances attributed to Circus activities show that it represents a serious and present danger to the Citizenry of the United States and all appropriate efforts should be put forth to protect the United States and her citizens from this threat. While it is currently unknown how many people are employed by the Circus, due to the nature of their rapid deployment and movement about the country, it is safe to assume that they can call upon vast material and personnel resources. Electronic copy below as per Federal Records Act AS OF 01/23/36, Former Special Agent McNeal is also to be considered a suspect. Name: "McNeal", "Spook" Irregularity Cross-reference: Human(?), Minor Type Green Reality Bender, Cognitohazard, Memetic Physical Description: Sex Height Weight/Build Race Hair Eyes Unknown 5'11 207lbs/Muscular Unknown Brown Brown Identifying Attributes Wears attire no less formal than business casual at all times. Always carries a navy blue pocket square embroidered with the letters S.M in the top right corner, along with a similar handkerchief capable of neutralizing the memetic effects of their byproduct and removing stains via anomalous means. Capabilities: The full extent of the suspect's abilities is currently unknown. The suspect secretes a clear fluid that has strong hallucinogenic and memetic properties. Direct skin contact with the suspect should be avoided at all costs. The substance causes a Class III memetic effect in observers, which has the effect of rendering any living organism it's applied to virtually invisible. This is accomplished by triggering "the background effect" in the viewer's primary visual cortex, which signals to the brain that the viewed "object" is completely normal and part of the expected "background". Additionally, if the substance is mixed with oils present on human skin, it can cause powerful visual hallucinations. There have been reports that the suspect is capable of manipulating these hallucinations, however, these reports are entirely circumstantial. The suspect may also be a minor Type Green. Purpose/Motive: Though it is believed that the suspect was originally intended to act as a bodyguard or enforcer for Herman Fuller, their role appears to have grown. The suspect also claims they defected from the FBI:UIU as the employees of the Circus “Have been quite cordial to us, especially compared to you lot.” Modus Operandi: The suspect is calm and methodical in their actions, and appears to have been responsible for planning the majority of the break-ins at UIU properties. The suspect is also capable of easily infiltrating UIU assets and facilities due to the memetic nature of its byproduct. Agents should beware of unfamiliar individuals claiming to be a part of their assigned Action Team. Behavior: The suspect is detail-focused to the point of mania. They are often described by captured Circus employees with some variation on the statement; "The most unbelievably anal-retentive person I have ever met," though they are still generally liked. Suspect "Mack" stated in an interview that "That fucker could carry a stick in their ass through a marathon, but they can count the shit outta some cards, lemme tell ya." Name: "Agent McNeal", "Mick" Irregularity Cross-reference: Human(?), Kinetohazard Production, Shape-shifting Physical Description: Sex Height Weight/Build Race Hair Eyes Varies Varies Varies Varies Varies Varies Identifying Attributes Smokes cigars often, sometimes cigarettes. Wears a 1920s era FBI:UIU badge at all times. Generally dresses in business casual. Capabilities: The suspect has proven themselves capable of creating kinetohazards by performing dances of a kinetoglyphic nature. The suspect has also shown an anomalous resistance to injury and death, as well as a tendency to grow new bodies after sustaining "mortal" injury. This process is not believed to be voluntary or under the suspect’s control. Purpose/Motive: Though it is believed that the suspect was originally intended to act as a bodyguard or enforcer for Herman Fuller, their role appears to have grown. The suspect also claims they defected from the FBI:UIU as the employees of the Circus "Have been much kinder and more accepting than you were, though that is an admittedly low bar." Modus Operandi: The suspect rarely travels without the Circus, and thus it is safe to assume that if the Circus is located, the suspect will also be present. The suspect appears to be in jointly in charge of defending the Circus from intruders such as unruly customers and agents of the FBI:UIU. They are known to use their kinetohazardous capabilities to evade and attack FBI:UIU personnel. Special caution should be used when attempting to apprehend this suspect, as they have extensive knowledge of FBI:UIU tactics and procedures. Behavior: The suspect is quieter than their counterparts, apparently preferring to take more subtle approaches to problems that complement the other suspect's capabilities. Name: "McNeal", "Mack" Irregularity Cross-reference: Human(?), Distortion of Local Physics, Shape-shifting Physical Description: Sex Height Weight/Build Race Hair Eyes Varies Varies Varies Varies Varies Varies Identifying Attributes Often speaks with an unusually deep voice. Dresses casually and/or scantily. Capabilities: Suspect is significantly stronger than baseline homo sapiens sapiens, which poses additional difficulties in maintaining custody. Suspect shows an extremely high resistance to the standard array of sedatives and tranquilizers. It is also exceptionally resistant to most forms of impact damage. Currently, an electroshock discharge with a minimum of 8 kV and a current intensity output of 750 mA administered for a minimum of 4 seconds is the only known way to incapacitate the suspect. This suspect is capable of distorting local geometry and physics in order to perform near-impossible feats of acrobatics with minimal effort. They have also shown a tendency to grow new bodies upon infliction of otherwise "mortal" injury. This process is not believed to be voluntary or under the suspect’s control. Purpose/Motive: Though it is believed that the suspect was originally intended to act as a bodyguard or enforcer for Herman Fuller, their role appears to have grown. The suspect also claims they defected from the FBI:UIU as the employees of the Circus "Ain't dicks for the most part." Modus Operandi: The suspect rarely travels without the Circus, and thus it is safe to assume that if the Circus is located, the suspect will also be present. The suspect appears to be in jointly in charge of defending the Circus from intruders such as unruly customers and the FBI:UIU. They are known to use their ontological capabilities to evade and attack FBI:UIU personnel. Special caution should be used when attempting to apprehend this suspect, as they have extensive knowledge of FBI:UIU tactics and procedures. Behavior: The suspect is reported to be “A loud and enjoyably unruly” individual, with a crass sense of humor and high libido, regardless of the suspect’s gender. Electronic copy below as per Federal Records Act File selections _ Electronic copy below as per Federal Records Act Date Action 02/11/1935 Bureau Record initiated, Sector Chief & Special Agent Assigned - Chief ████████, Special Agent McNeal 02/28/1935 Reports of unusual activity collated and recorded in file. Action team assigned. CI ████████, ████████, and ████████ assigned. APB released 03/02/1935 Reported sighting in Rochester, MD. Performance missed 03/18/1935 Advertisements reported in Bakersfield, CA. CI ████████ attended, report appended. 08/11/1935 Action team activated for performance in Kansas City, MO. Special Agent McNeal in command 08/12/1935 Infiltration incomplete. SA McNeal MIA. Report appended. 01/22/1936 SA McNeal sighting confirmed. Action team activated for S&R 01/23/1936 Action failed. 1 suspect in custody. Report appended. New Operational lead assigned - Special Agent Thompkins 01/24/1936 Suspect interrogation unsuccessful. Suspect uncooperative. 02/03/1936 Suspect interrogation unsuccessful. Suspect uncooperative. 02/18/1936 Suspect interrogation unsuccessful. Interrogation attempts suspended. 03/09/1936 Suspect McNeal sighting confirmed. Action team activated for suspect apprehension. 03/10/1936 Action failed, team lost. Report appended. Further apprehension attempts suspended. 05/13/1936 Two of the suspects infiltrated the UIU facility underneath Alcatraz Prison and retrieved Suspect 3. Report appended. 06/14/1936 Suspect McNeal sighting confirmed. Action team activated. Action aborted. 06/15/1936 Special Agent Thompkins reassigned. New Operational Lead assigned - Special Agent Hobart 1937-1946 [Too heavily redacted for significant data recovery] 04/22/1947 Break-in at FBI:UIU Headquarters, suspect McNeal implicated. 04/28/1947 Special Agent Ryan reassigned. New Operational Lead assigned. - Special Agent Gordon 03/09/1948 Action team activated for performance in Oakland, CA. Action repulsed by McNeal and Circus security. Suspect terminated. 04/11/1948 Suspect McNeal sighting confirmed. Action team activated. Action aborted. 08/27/1950 Chicago, IL field office break-in attempt. Suspect McNeal sighting confirmed. Suspect McNeal now in possession of information linking FBI:UIU activities to the SCPF. 01/28/1951 Action team activated for performance in Athens, GA. Action repulsed by McNeal and Circus security. 03/13/1952 Action team activated for performance in Oconto, NE. Action repulsed by McNeal and Circus security. 05/24/1952 Action team activated for performance in Slocomb, AL. Action repulsed by McNeal and Circus security. 06/22/1953 Action team activated for performance in Danbury, TX. Action repulsed by McNeal and Circus security. 06/25/1953 Special Agent Gordon resigned. New Operational Lead assigned. - Special Agent Rodriguez 1953-1961 [Too heavily redacted for significant data recovery] - Special Agent Danner 11/01/1962 Action team activated for performance in Decatur, GA. Raid succesful, Suspect "Mack" has been detained. 02/12/1963 Suspect moved from Alcatraz Detainment Facility to Rikers Detainment Facility. Detainment breach attempt #32. 08/12/1963 Financial report on McNeal Anomaly detainment. SRA acquisition successful. 10/14/1964 SRA malfunction, McNeal Anomaly detainment breach attempt #35. 10/15/1964 McNeal Anomaly interrogation unsuccessful. McNeal Anomaly uncooperative. 10/16/1964 McNeal Anomaly interrogation unsuccessful. McNeal Anomaly uncooperative. 10/17/1964 McNeal Anomaly interrogation unsuccessful. Interrogation attempts suspended. 10/20/1964 McNeal Anomaly escaped Rikers detainment facility. 11/04/1964 Special Agent Danner resigned. New Operational Lead assigned. - Special Agent Hoyer 1972-1978 [Files lost or destroyed] 01/28/1979 Suspect McNeal implicated in foiled Circus raid. 02/01/1979 Special Agent Hoyer reassigned. New Operational Lead assigned. - Special Agent Webb 02/02/1979 Case file review. Despite multiple attempts to apprehend suspect McNeal, suspect remains at large. Numerous raids on Circus have proved fruitless and are now to be considered cost-prohibitive. Confinement of McNeal Anomaly cost-prohibitive. SRA repairs nominal. Case file moved to observe and report. 11/13/1991 Special Agent Webb reassigned. Case assigned to General Operations Command. 06/12/2008 File collated and redacted for transmission to SCPF. Bureau file closed. Notes The FBI:UIU records this log was collated from were heavily redacted, as such, this may not be a fully accurate timeline of events as they occurred. + FBI:UIU Appended Reports - Hide Case File Report Overview 03/18 CI Report 08/12 After Action Report 01/23 After Action Report 03/10 After Action Report 05/13 After Action Report Electronic copy below as per Federal Records Act Included are the appended reports to the FBI:UIU: Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting case file. 03/18/1935 CI Report 08/12/1935 Action Report 01/23/1936 Action Report 03/10/1936 Action Report Electronic copy below as per Federal Records Act Confidential Informant Report Informant: ████████ Date: 03/18/1935 Narrative: The big ass ad I saw pasted to the side of Johnson & Tyne Hardware told me to go to the old fairgrounds just outside of the city. Said they'd just be there for the one night, and I know'd you wanted someone to tell yas about it, so I went. Super weird show, but nothin' that usually gets you spooks all uppity. What, you gonna start raiding kiddie parties to get out the balloon clowns? Anyways, mostly just your run of the mill circus stuff. Cotton candy, animal show, sideshow freak tent, funhouse, weird mirror house, big top show. The cotton candy vendor is right there at the front, and the shit was free with admission, so I got myself some. Tasted pretty fuckin' great, so I ain't even mad yous don't reimburse for that kinda shit. So, I ate my candy and went to see the animals. Some funny looking things too. Tiger that causes dead shit to float. Dancing bear. These weird mole things in a big glass cage. Dug tunnels that spellt out words n' shit. "TRAPPED" "SLAVES" "HELP". Real fuckin' riot, like we was sposed to believe 'em or somethin. After that I went to the funhouse, who aint lovin' a funhouse, right? Anyway, played in the ballpit with some kids and a few adults. Big ball pit, lots of ladders n' shit. Could jump off this diving board into the deep end. Never knew'd yous could swim in a ballpit, 'guess I ain't never been in one so big before. fuckin' great shit. Only caught the last part of the Big Top show. Some spooky guy named Malawhatsit Melodrofuckit, eh, some dude with a lot of letters in his name. He floated in the middle of the room and show'd some poor shit's memories or somethin'. Couldn't hardly understand the guy, he was mumblin' in some weird languiog. Shit, he talked funny. Didn't know'd what he said. Then I went home. Electronic copy below as per Federal Records Act After Action Report Team Lead: Agent C. Draper for Special Agent McNeal Date: 08/12/1935 Narrative: 19:01 - Arrived on scene for debrief and setup. Special Agent McNeal would lead infiltrate in plain clothes, with Agents Draper, Clearwater, Hooper, & Meyer assisting. Extraction team in contact gear: Franks, Dwight, Marshall, & Thomas. No problem getting to the site, Circus is set up in the Oak Park Mall back parking lot. McNeal contacted Mall management, there was no record of the Circus being in town. Denied the Circus was even there. 19:52 - Infiltration team heads in twos, Draper & Clearwater/Hooper & Meyer, with McNeal on their own. Initial contact smooth, no issues to report. 20:03 - D&C attends Den of Freaks, H&M to head for Hall of Mirrors, McNeal attempting to find "the Backyard", Circus staging area. 20:08 - D&C report Den closed for the night, reroutes to Menagerie. H&M enters Hall. McNeal no report. 20:12 - D&C enter Menagerie, same lineup from Rochester C.I. report. H&M no contact. McNeal reports success in finding "Clown Alley". [Report trimmed for brevity] 22:33 - D&C exit Funhouse, head to Big Top. H&M still lost in Hall. McNeal reports locating HF trailer. 22:40 - Big Top Performance to begin at 22:45, D&C in position. H&M still lost. McNeal enters HF trailer. 22:46 - Announcement that BT show is delayed. HF absent. H&M make it to Hall exit. McNeal no report. 22:49 - McNeal calls for extraction, reports being caught by the Clowns. HF is heard over the radio giving orders. Extraction team heads in, D, C, H, & M head for rendezvous behind Big Top. 22:51 - Circus security announces Circus is closed. Lots of chaos as patrons and Clowns run about. Contact with McNeal lost. 23:01 - Extraction team reports no entry available into Circus. Reports anomaly preventing ingress, memetic hazard indicated. Infiltration team makes contact with Circus security, suspect Manny & Fuller engage. 23:02 - Draper reports shots fired, Clearwater & Meyer down. McNeal spotted making a break back towards Fuller's trailer, draws suspects and Clowns, last McNeal transmission is mission cancel order, evacuation command given. 23:10 - Team evacuates, rendezvous with Extraction Team at Point Charley, McNeal is reported missing. 23:20 - McNeal declared MIA, team vacates. You weren't there, Thompkins. McNeal sacrificed to save our asses. I don't care what you guys have said about McNeal in the past, but that's a damn fine Agent. We have to retrieve them, they'd have done the same for any of us. We can't leave McNeal to the Clowns. - Special Agent Draper Electronic copy below as per Federal Records Act After Action Report Team Lead: Special Agent Thompkins Date: 01/23/1936 Narrative: On January 23, 1936 Action Team Alpha attempted to infiltrate Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting in an attempt to locate and retrieve Special Agent McNeal. While previous attempts to infiltrate were made in plainclothes, this attempt was made in full contact gear with the assistance of local NYPD assets. [Report trimmed for brevity] After contact was made, NYPD assets attempted to apprehend what had originally been indicated was Special Agent McNeal. When contact was made, "McNeal" became agitated and uncooperative, breaking free of the asset. Asset then attempted to truncheon McNeal, and the agent evaded it with ease. Agent McNeal now referred to as "Target A" Target A shrugged off all attempts at apprehension, and proceeded to attack Action Team Alpha and NYPD assets. Agent Draper attempted to intervene, and this caused Target A to pause long enough for several NYPD assets to fire their service weapons. Target A fell to the ground and was attempting to rise when suspects The Man With The Upside Down Face3 and Fuller arrived on the scene. Suspect Manny began yelling at Fuller to "clean up his goddamned mess before I do", and Fuller pulled a long black cane from beneath his tuxedo jacket. At this point, suspect Manny turned to the Alpha Team and the SWAT assets, and both dropped their firearms. Suspect Fuller finished whatever he was doing to Target A, then somehow "pulled" Target B, an apparent copy of Target A, from Target A's back. Suspects Manny and Fuller began arguing again, and suspect Fuller struck Target B with the cane, causing them to split into two identical copies. He then told suspect Manny to "deal with it", and dashed behind the tents. The Alpha Team and the NYPD assets were then forced unconscious, and when they were recovered several hours later, the fairgrounds were empty, with only minimal detritus remaining to indicate the Circus had been there. Electronic copy below as per Federal Records Act After Action Report Team Lead: Special Agent Thompkins Date: 03/10/1936 Narrative: [This report was received by the Foundation heavily redacted. From what data can be retrieved from the document and correlated with other sources, it appears that SCP-5335-1, -2, & -3 are working with the Circus to provide additional security.] Electronic copy below as per Federal Records Act After Action Report Team Lead: N/A Date: 05/13/1936 Narrative: In the early morning of May 13 of 1936, several unarmed individuals successfully infiltrated Alcatraz in order to retrieve suspect "Spook". ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████ █████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ █████ ████████████████████████████████████ ████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████ ███████ ██████████████████████████████████████████ █████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████ ████████████████ ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████ █████████████████ ████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████ █████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████ █████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████ ████████████████ ██████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ ██████the suspect had attempted several times to escape on it's own, an assault on the facility was unprecedented and unexpected. The assailants first snuck into the facility on a supply barge with the use of suspect Spook's byproduct, and walked to the lower levels and UIU detainment areas. ████████████████████████████████████████████████ ████████████████ ██████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ ████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ █████████ ██████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████████████ █████████████████████ █████████████████████████████████ ██████████████████████████████████████████ █████████ ███████████████████████████████████████████████████ █████████████████ ██████████████████ + Recovered GoI-233 Documents - Recovered Documents Preface Recovered Images Summary: The following documents were recovered from GoI-233 by operations conducted by both the FBI:UIU & MTF Pi-6 ("Clown Wranglers"). It is believed that the SCP-5335 iterations intentionally left them for retrieval. Attached letter: Last confirmed image of McNeal prior to the Shearing Event. It is currently believed that the image is of in the midst of either a rehearsal or a performance of one of its kinetoglyphic dances.4 1935-36. A good run, I started learning my dances in that one. Fuller had captured me 'cause I stayed behind to let the other Agents escape, unbelievable, I know, but I was a different man. Fuller wasn't, unfortunately. We're still not sure how he managed to do what he did. At first, he just introduced invasive personality traits to my mind, which was highly unpleasant. Manny never likes to go into what he did for us too much, it makes him uncomfortable, bless him. All he'll ever say about it is that he'd got sick of Fuller turning his(Manny's) circus into a hunting ground for his(Fuller's) sick experiments. When Manny went in to confront him, Fuller most likely got all blustery, "Do you know what I am?", y'know, the typical spiel. But I didn't see that. At that moment, my mind was in the most thorough, intense pain, mental and physical, that I'd ever been in. But suddenly, it went away. I looked around, I was strapped to a table, and I looked over and saw the biggest man I'd ever seen standing next to the POS who'd be experimenting on me. That Man-With-An-Upside-Down-Face drew himself up, looked Fuller square in his beady eyes, and said: "Yes, Herman Fuller, I know what you are." Then he crouched a bit to get eye level with Fuller, and finished with; "But you know what I am too. Let's not do this today, hm?" It wasn't until a long time after that I realized I'd never seen Manny's mouth open. He was pushing so hard against Fuller's mind that I and half the damn Circus heard him. That was when things really started getting tense between the two, or so I hear. I've only ever seen them in their constant Mexican standoff, heh. Attached Letter: Earliest known image of SCP-5335-3. This is believed to be an image of it preparing for an acrobatic performance. 1935-1940. Didn't want to use one showing my face, 'cause that first one was ugly as cow shit, hah. I did make my first big steps in learning to fuck with my center of mass, but none of the high-flying shit I can do now. But lemme tell ya, that wheel was fun once I got the hang of things! I met Mick and Spook, but we weren't so used to things yet, it would be years before we were comfortable with our situation. It's weird knowin' that we was once the same damn person. I guess I got the lucky draw, 'cause I got all the mean shit that was inside of us. Squigly and Poodles took to callin' me "Mack", which is a great fucking name. Now, it's technically from our given name, but hey, it fits me good! We may not have got along so great in those years, it really got pretty acrimonial there in fact! I dunno what that means though, that's just what Spook always says. But in the end, I guess it didn't matter none. Together Mick, Spook and I make a helluva team! We stopped the J Edgars cold when they tried to come and 'nick us. I guess we probably should've gone with them, but we was both done with how they treated us back home. Good to have a family, even one with Fuller in it. That old bastard's crazier than a shack full of monkeys, but he's kept us safe. Long as Manny keeps us safe from him, that is. Attached Letter: According to FBI:UIU records and captured GoI-233 records, this was SCP-5335-2's appearance during most major FBI:UIU raids on GoI-233 post-Incident-5335-5 in the 1940s. 1940-1945. That was when the bâtards shot me. I was one of them, and they fucking shot me. So much for the years I spent working for them, helping to keep America safe from the shit goes bump in the night. Being called a faggot and a queer every day made that tough, but I knew thought what I was doing mattered. And I had been having doubts too, if you'd believe it. I looked Thompkins in the eyes as I put my hands behind my head, told him I surrendered, and felt his bullets rip through my chest. I guess those doubts leaked out with the blood, 'cause I ain't had none since. I just responded to Thompkins' cowardice by coughing up blood and hollering Cajun profanities at him. My dear Grandad taught me those, bless him. That old swamper and his wife were and are some of the only folks to accept us, both times, and the only ones who'd raise us. I can't remember all of what I said, but I do recall saying "Vous bâtard jaune, pic kee toi." He just laughed and tried to call me a faggot one last time, but he got cut off before he could finish gloating. Mack threw him into a tent pole and told him "Tuat t'en grosse bueche." "You have a big mouth". That was when we really started getting along better. Anyway, I didn't stay dead. At all. Fuller says it has something to do with the carnomancy merde he did. The old fuck was all kinds of giddy when I pulled free of my old skin like some sort of weird lizard. He wanted to examine me in his trailer, but Manny wouldn't let him. Said that we should just all be grateful that Mack and I were willing to stick around and help out keeping the Family safe. Mack, Spook, and I sat down and had a long talk about it, and we decided that we need to do more. This Circus is some of the only family we've got left now, excepting La Rue. And besides, what with the War and all, I'm sure the J Edgars have plenty going on without having to worry about a former Agent gone rogue. Attached Letter: It's unclear if this image depicts -2 or -3, however, due to the significance of its letter's contents, it has been included here. 1945-1948. Thankfully a very short ride, I fucking hated being short. We did start talkin' seriously with a few of the others about pushing Fuller outta the picture during this one, so it wasn't all bad. The Clowns think that Fuller's some kind of god or somethin', they all claim that he saved them from terminal boredom. Whatever that means, I don't really care about findin' out. Livin' with 'em these last years has been fun, I ain't gonna lie about that, but they're still a weird bunch of folks. Manny assures us that we don't need to worry about them, but… hell, it don't matter. Squigly and Poodles are definitely fine by me, those two merdes know how to have real fun! They took us dancin' the other night, too. I didn't know those freaky bâtards could make 'emselves look like people, it's freaky as hell, but I guess we are too, eh? Watching 'em shift and change like that, I ain't wonder where Fuller got his trick at changing us any more. Dancing is fun. We'll probably incorporate it into the tricks we pull. We've started raiding ewey headquarters whenever we get the chance. Gotta stay up on whatever the hell they're planning. Was a shame to hear about Draper though. That one didn't care about what we were, didn't mind workin' with… well, he didn't mind working with us, and that was good enough for us. Attached Letter: Earliest known image of both -2 and -3. From left to right; -2, -3. 1948-1964 Mick and I spent some time pretending to be hitched. It was weird at first, but we ain't the same people anymore, and it allowed us to get into places we wouldn't have been able to get into. In the craziness after the war, we found out about the Essie P. I don't know why those bastards didn't do anything to prevent the fucking war, but they've got a lot more pull than the J Edgars ever did. I guess it's a good thing they don't work for the Feds. If their resources had been more devoted to stopping us, we'd have been locked up a long time ago. Mick and I have agreed we need to get in there and learn what we can. It took us a bit to gain access, but some of their Sites have some real poor security. They've got some mighty dark secrets, no doubt about that. I think that they're all right bastards, but Mick ain't so sure. He says they're protecting the world, just like we're protecting the Family. Says we should be grateful. Either way, we're going to do what we can to keep them from finding us. Attached Letter: First known color image of -2 or -3. Depicts -2. 1971-1980 It's been a while since I've done one of these. Mack and I did a few but lost track of them, then we eventually stopped. With the J. Edgars trying to raid every other performance, we were dying a lot. But with things starting to calm down, I'm trying to get the old tradition going again, and Mack and Spook have agreed. Things are different now. It's harder and harder to keep the Essies from coming at us full bore. So far we've been able to divert their primary attention away from us, but Fuller's insanity is getting a lot worse. We've had to ditch and run more than a few times when whatever madness he wants to throw out there gets loose. We've hurt a lot of innocent folks, and it's just going to get worse. Cahaya and Fraust are with us. That brought Squigly and Poodles as well, which doesn't count for nothing. Now we just gotta get Icky to get on board. Manny's been itching to get Fuller off our backs for years, same with the rest of the Freaks. Couldn't do anything as long as Fuller had the respect of the Clowns. We don't think he'll have that for much longer. Attached Letter: The only known picture of -1 outside of confinement. Pictured with -3. 1935-1980 Well, now that we have got this thing done, I do not know why we did not do it before now. After all, without Fuller, it is still the Greatest Show in All the Worlds, with the added benefit of Herman Fuller's non-presence. It's also been good not being required to organize a full-scale defense of the Circus every other month. It's been so calm, the other day we went out for the first time in years. Unfortunately, however, swing and jazz have more or less lost their former places in popular music. So, we simply set up our own club with Fuller's old tent, the one he did his "experiments" in. Mick dug up his old records, and we threw a party, invited over anyone who wanted to come get drunk, learn the Charleston, and dance on Fuller's grave. The tent couldn't hold everyone who came, so we took it down. Mack, Mick and I, as well as Manny, Squigly, and Poodles, (the latter two of which actually took us out dancing for the first time) kept ourselves quite busy teaching everyone how it's done. Although I would never think of saying this to them, I very much enjoyed it. That might have been Mack's hooch, however. The stuff could get a horse drunk with no more than a shot, and I had five. Back to seriousness, it's almost a shame, really. Herman Fuller created us to protect him. To keep him in his palace atop the hill. How was he to know that he'd get lagniappe? Now, it really is on us to keep the Family from harm, and that doesn't just mean from Fuller. The J Edgars, the Traitors, the Essie P. All of them. We will stand against them, in the shadows or in the light. We don't know why we're this way or how Herman Fuller did it, but in the end, I'm glad we are like we are, because then we wouldn't have found the our Family. And as long as we live, we will endeavor to do one thing. We will keep our Family safe. Footnotes 1. This statement is believed to have been a product of a lack of understanding and acceptance regarding individuals of non-standard gender identities. Based on information gained from several secondary sources, it is believed that Agent McNeal was genderfluid, according to testimony obtained from SCP-2094, the gender and sexual identities of SCP-5335-2, and -3 is variable between instances. 2. To date, this file exchange has provided an unknown number of documents scattered across 538 standard-sized file cabinets with no clear system of organization. 3. The report appears to refer to this one as "Manny" after this point. - Dr. Stewart 4. Since Incident 5335.inc.01, these kinetoglyphs have been observed to be far more potent than FBI:UIU records describe. |
SCP-5336 | safe | Message written on SCP-5336's exterior. Additional images will be provided upon request. ITEM #: 5336 OBJECT CLASS: SAFE Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5336 is to remain in a medium storage container at Site-08. Tests using SCP-5336 to determine the potential intelligence of various species of plant and fungus are currently pending approval. Description: SCP-5336 is a home printer whose components have been heavily modified, allowing it to receive inputs from an array of sensors housed on the printer's top surface. Upon discovery, these sensors were directed at a glass lens above a piece of moldy bread resting on the printer. At varied intervals, SCP-5336 will print one or more pages of text. SCP-5336 is unable to receive external print orders of any kind. Discovery: SCP-5336 was discovered near a compost pile behind Site-08. Multiple printed pages, all suffering from mild water damage, were found in SCP-5336's output tray at time of discovery. Transcriptions of the pages can be found below. I've suddenly found myself before a great pile of the dead. Many backgrounds, many lives, all squandered and dumped into a great heap. What may have once been a mountain of dirt has since been blackened by the long shadow of death. What sort of creature would do this? What sort of creature could do this? I say creature, for although I cannot see any tracks, I refuse to believe that this is a consequence of nature. Cruel as she may be, this is far beyond even her bitterest frost. I fear that the being which awakened my soul will soon do the same to the decaying heap. I find myself so close to the heap's edge that (if my fears do come to fruition) the mound may engulf me in one great lurch. I fear for my own life the way one fears the hunger of a caterpillar: a dull, persistent dread that can be quelled only by the event itself. As I fail to spot the creature, I find myself gazing at the cloudy sky and pondering trivialities in an attempt to drown out the incessant thought that grows alongside the beast's continued absence: What if I was wrong about there being a creature? What if this is but another cruel facet of nature, and that we are all destined to join the decaying mountain? Are you in that mountain, Floraine? Today I saw the creature. Such a monstrous titan! It stands as the birds do: thin and tall and on two feet. But where the sparrow stands in humble stature, the titan exceeds even the height of the rotting mound. How easily it could have torn me up from the ground! How easily I could have been squashed underfoot! Each movement strikes me with equal parts awe and terror, for not only could the titan dash away my life with ease, it may even do so on accident. Seeing how it mishandled its food, I find it easy to imagine the titan unwittingly burying me in the dead. So carelessly did it engorge itself on a peach that it let the fruit's lifeblood dry up on its fingers and chin. And when the fruit was reduced to but a pit, the beast cast it onto the heap. Never have I seen such cruel disdain for life! To commit such an act — to damn a mere infant atop the rotting mountain! If I had been given the chance, my dear Floraine, I would have struck the creature down where it stood. But alas, nature did not afford me such gifts. The deplorable titan is not alone. Today I saw three of them, walking and laughing and paying no heed to the mound of the dead. Any optimism I once had that the creature may be alone (or the last remnant of a dying race) has been dashed. In truth, I don't doubt that there are more towering necropolises strewn across the Earth. I shudder at the thought that my dearest Floraine is in one of these piles, desecrated by the titans and abandoned by the Arbiters of universal justice. I see now what these creatures are. They are normal, mundane, as much a facet of this world as I am. Why else would there be so many of them? Why else would they tread so comfortably, unafraid of nature rebuking their horrid existence or of the Arbiters striking them down for their transgressions? They are like a rabbit or a caterpillar: vicious and terrible, but granted the gift of life all the same. And what of the Arbiters? Why did they rest when the first titan took its first wicked step? Where are they now as the decaying heaps spit in the face of justice? There are three possible answers: They have abandoned us. They concur with the actions of the titans, the rabbits, the caterpillars, and all the other savage beasts. That my unshakable sense that there is some sort of cosmic clockwork, some system that protects the righteous and punishes the heinous, was misplaced. That they were never there to begin with. I do not know which answer I fear most. The skies are darkening. I pray that I will not soon be wading through the dead. All is well and good with the world! I pity my past self, who was so worried about the Arbiters and scornful of the great cogs of nature. So paranoid that I did not trust my convictions about Floraine and the Arbiters. The rain has not only brought moisture to my dry soil, it has brought the spoils of the mellified mountain tumbling down! I find myself soaked in the sweet nectar of the dead and have realized that I am absolutely famished. I turn and double back, sifting my roots through the soil as I search for the sweetest carcass of the lot. Oh Floraine, who had the pleasure of tasting your delicious ichor? I pray that I have been granted the gift of engorging myself on your remains and getting to feel them ooze through my roots in one final embrace. To think that I was scared of death instead of eagerly waiting for my chance to offer myself to another! To think that I had never begged to feast on the decaying and the dead! To think that I saw the rotting mound as anything other than a cornucopia! Alas, my foolishness leaves and returns like the humble honeybee. At times I feel guilt and shame creeping along my stem and poisoning my mind. They tell me that I am wrong, that I should never have strayed from the path of nature. But if my consumption is not ordained, then why would the dead be so delectable? Praise to nature! Praise to the titans! Praise to the Arbiters! And praise to being awakened to such a wonderful world! Addendum: Inspection has revealed that SCP-5336's lens was misaligned when it was discovered, leading to its sensors focusing on a nearby dandelion. 14 hours after properly aligning SCP-5336's lens with the moldy bread, the following page was printed: ▶ ACCESS DOCUMENT ▷ ACCESS GRANTED i make spores today is good day :) by AnActualCrow You Might Also Like... Feel free to add this collapsible to your own articles! SCP-6662 — Keepers and Seekers, by PeppersGhost SCP-3388 — Cacthulhu, by Captain Kirby & Mendelssohn ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5336" by AnActualCrow and LordStonefish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5336. 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: printer.png Name: Printer Author: AnActualCrow License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 |
SCP-5337 | keter | Instance of SCP-5337-1, currently rendered non-anomalous. Instance of SCP-5337-2, allegedly associated with "oath breaker theft." Item #: SCP-5337 Special Containment Procedures: A team of Foundation researchers is to be assigned to identifying, tracking, and monitoring SCP-5337 activity in the public view. Reports of unusual barcode displays consistent with SCP-5337 manifestation are to be investigated, and any discovered instances of SCP-5337-1 and/or SCP-5337-2 are to be confiscated. Amnestics may be applied to aid in the acquisition and subsequent cover-up of the anomalies. SCP-5337-1 instances are to be cataloged, and the items associated with the instances held in a low-concern auxiliary items vault at Site-17. Access to the SCP-5337-1 instances requires Level-3 authorization. SCP-5337-2 instances are to be kept in an avian enclosure at Site-17, and provided standard care per their apparent species. Every week their plumage is to be scanned using a cordless barcode scanner connected to a designated Foundation laptop; any differences in displayed text are to be immediately reported to the SCP-5337 project head. Description: SCP-5337 is a phenomenon that occurs when a printed UPC-A barcode symbol is scanned by any barcode scanner (devices found in libraries, supermarkets, warehouses, etc.). Barcodes affected by SCP-5337 (designated SCP-5337-1) will cause any screens connected to the scanner to display variations of the phrases "help me" or "forgive me" in the language the screen is configured in. SCP-5337 is currently believed to only affect printed labels on products labeled for individual sale. Repeated scanning of an affected barcode will cause corrupted or fragmented text to display. After approximately 50 consecutive scans of an SCP-5337-1 instance, the displayed text will consist of words outlining a contract with "the being whom holds the barrier forgiving." The entirety of the contract will be displayed after approximately 200 consecutive barcode scans (see Document SCP-5337-132-7 for a copy of a full SCP-5337 contract). The terms of the contract generally note that "the being" is agreeing to act as a caretaker for a "fallen wisdom greed-giver attained purgatory" who must "live an existence in reminds of their failed gift." Upon the 200th consecutive scan, the SCP-5337-1 instance will be rendered non-anomalous, and an instance of SCP-5337-2 will manifest. SCP-5337-2 appear to be silver-coloration Sebright1 chickens (Gallus gallus domesticus). SCP-5337-2 instances are incapable of breeding, do not produce eggs, have difficulty flying despite being fully fledged, and possess unusually poor health despite the quality of care given. Nevertheless, based on observations of individuals currently in containment, the lifespan of SCP-5337-2 instances is believed to extend past 50 years. SCP-5337-2 also exhibit resistance to pests and avian disease. No matter the state of cleanliness of their enclosure, the feathers of SCP-5337-2 instances always remain pristine. SCP-5337-2 do not behave similarly to their non-anomalous counterparts. Rather, they move very little, eat sparingly, and only exhibit excitement in the presence of certain objects. Items that pique SCP-5337-2 curiosity are consistently related to human developments loosely or directly associated with money, such as calculators, smartphones, lottery tickets, and cuneiform tablets detailing business transactions. Addendum SCP-5337-1: Using a barcode scanner to scan any part of an SCP-5337-2 instance’s plumage will result in partially uncorrupted text displayed. This text denotes a name (typically obscured or otherwise unreadable), an "error", and the length of a "penance." The data obtained for the three SCP-5337-2 individuals currently in containment is as follows: NAME: [text corrupted] ERROR CREATED: OVER MODULATION OF SELF PENANCE: 200 YEARS NAME: [text corrupted] ERROR CREATED: OATH BREAKER THEFT PENANCE: 400 YEARS NAME: [text corrupted] ERROR CREATED: [text corrupted] INEQUAL PENANCE: 3200 YEARS Foundation personnel will continue to closely monitor SCP-5337-2 instances to determine the events that occur upon their penance expiring. Footnotes 1. An ornamental breed of bantam chicken, of British origin. |
SCP-5338 | esoteric-class | PeppersGhost SCP-5338 - Sleight of the Bumblebee by PeppersGhost More by this author Item#: 5338 Level1 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: esoteric Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5338 engaging in SCP-5338-א. Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-5338 is limited to minimizing public awareness of its anomalous abilities. Due to the vital role SCP-5338 plays in many ecosystems, physical containment would be detrimental to the sustainability of life on Earth and should not be attempted. Foundation affiliates in the academic community are to maintain the scientific paradigm that SCP-5338 achieve lift through non-anomalous aerodynamic mechanisms. Fabricated data and multimedia records will continue to be produced indefinitely to reinforce mainstream awareness of this paradigm. Those who publicly challenge the paradigm are to be discredited and derided via academic publications, entertainment outlets, social media platforms, and other sundry venues of public mockery. Description: SCP-5338 is the collective designation for all apian species of the genus Bombus.1 SCP-5338 are physiologically incapable of generating the airflow vertices necessary to establish and maintain natural aerodynamic lift. Instead, SCP-5338 achieve flight by using their wings to rapidly create complex sequences of spatially disruptive kinetoglyphs2 to induce anomalous midair suspension.3 The anomalous nature of SCP-5338 first came to the Foundation's attention in the late 18th century with the discovery of several Daevite parabiology compendiums,4 allowing for an early establishment of misinformational containment that has continued to develop concurrently with mainstream entomology up to the present day. SCP-5338-א is the designation for the parakinetic movements used by SCP-5338 and for the theoretical language that said movements may compose. The existence of a linguistic structure in SCP-5338 kinetoglyph sequences was first proposed in 1973 as a reaction to the landmark ethological study on dance-based communication between honeybees. Extensive interdisciplinary research was subsequently undertaken to analyze the movement patterns observed in SCP-5338-א for similar applications of dyadic sign models. Current evidence supports the existence of a somatic sign-system concordant with a theoretical linguistic framework, and the recurrence of discrete movements in response to particular conditions has allowed researchers to establish a preliminary kinetolexicon. However, efforts to infer a coherent syntactic structure have been unsuccessful, and the legitimacy of SCP-5338-א as a language remains contested.5 Similarly, there has been no consensus as to whether SCP-5338-א is a discrete thaumaturgic constant which existed prior to and/or apart from SCP-5338, or if it was a direct byproduct of SCP-5338's evolutionary development. SCP-5338-א is reproducible by humans beings, albeit with substantially diminished effects due to the physical limitations of the human body and the limited understanding of context-sensitive kinetoglyph sequences. Attempts to replicate SCP-5338-א with mechanical devices have only produced negligible reductions in gravitational subordination. Addendum: On June 1st, 1981, the O3 Court approved testing of SCP-5338-א by human subjects to assess its potential utilization by Mobile Task Force units. Results given below. Test # Subject Age Sex 001 Dr. Wall 52 F Method Dr. Wall used her arms, palms, and fingers to simulate the approximate SCP-5338-א sequence for indoor takeoff. As a safety precaution, all movements were performed at 1/3750th normal gesture speed. Results No anomalous activity observed. Test # Subject Age Sex 002 D-5338-01 39 M Method Subject was shown a sped-up playback of video footage from the previous experiment (1/1750th normal gesture speed) and told to memorize the movements over the course of a week. Subject attempted to perform SCP-5338-א at the conclusion of the training period. Results Shortly after beginning, the subject appeared flushed and complained of a severe headache accompanied by dizziness. 1 minute 41 seconds into the test, subject said they were no longer able to perform the experiment, laid down on the testing room floor, and briefly lost consciousness. Cause of syncope was determined to be a rapid reduction of blood reflux to the heart due to forceful redirection of blood to the head from the venous system, exacerbated by an increase in intracranial pressure. Subject received immediate medical care and made a full recovery. Test # Subject Age Sex 003 D-5338-01 39 M Method Same as previous experience, but with study period increased to 3 months. Results Subject performed SCP-5338-א at 1/1750th normal gesture speed for 5 minutes with no adverse effects. Instruments indicate subject's body weight dropped ~14kg for the duration of the test despite maintaining mass. Test # Subject Age Sex 004 D-5338-01 39 M Method Subject instructed to continue practicing at 1/1750th gesture speed for an additional 3 months, followed by an attempt at 1/400th speed. Footage of Test 001 accelerated to the appropriate speed was provided for study. Results Within seconds of attempting SCP-5338-א at 1/400th speed, a burst of blood was observed from the crown of the subject's head, and they immediately collapsed. Medical staff present for the experiment quickly determined that the subject had died instanteously. High-speed playback of the test footage revealed that the subject's spinal column had been vertically ejected from their body at a speed exceeding Mach 5. The spinal column proceeded to travel through the roof of the testing chamber and was presumed to have disintegrated upon reaching the Earth's atmosphere. Several days later, a complete human spine was found in a park two counties away with its coccyx embedded in the trunk of a tree. Analysis confirmed it to be a match for D-5338-01. A second spine was recovered from a private flower garden the following week. The remains were covered in pollen from local flora and were identical to the previous spine in shape and genetic composition. Testing suspended until further notice. Footnotes 1. Due to the abnormally high rate of anomalous phenomena among the clade Anthophila, it is possible for a given bumblebee specimen to have two or more SCP designations. 2. Specific motions and gestures which, when performed, cause anomalous effects to occur. 3. Paramelittological consensus holds that SCP-5338 evolved in parallel with non-anomalous apian species from a shared genetic ancestor. Opinions are divided as to which (if either) method of flight is shared with this ancestor, though the majority of extant literature favors the position that aerodynamic flight is an adaptive trait. 4. Notably, the authors treat the entire superfamily Apoidea as its own class of "meat-being" distinct from human, animal, vegetable, and intangible flesh classes. 5. The most common point of contention against SCP-5338-א as a formal language is that it cannot be determined if SCP-5338 is cognizant of a semantic association between a kinetoglyph and a discrete concept (such as "tree" or "updraft") or if these movements are an instinctual reaction to certain stimuli. In simpler terms, SCP-5338 may not necessarily ascribe meaning to specific movements, and instead are conditioned to use certain kinetoglyphs in reaction to a given stimulus to produce a desired effect. This dichotomy has, in turn, been challenged by several Foundation specialists in the field of biolinguistics. Further compounding these disagreements is the fact that SCP-5338-א is not used to communicate with other organisms, nor does it fit traditional models of autocommunication. A potential solution to this problem posits that SCP-5338 are communicating their wishes to an unseen thaumaturgical intelligence (designated SCP-5338-ξ). In this scenario, the actual existence of SCP-5338-ξ is irrelevant insofar as SCP-5338 is concerned; as long as SCP-5338 performs SCP-5338-א in the process of communicating with what it believes to be SCP-5338-ξ, it achieves its desired result. Following this line of thought, comparisons have been drawn to B. F. Skinner's studies on superstition among pigeons; however, no Foundation-approved research has yet been conducted on the matter of whether bees possess the psychological capacity for metaphysical belief systems. |
SCP-5339 | euclid | A photo of SCP-5339 taken by the Foundation prior to its containment. Item #: SCP-5339 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5339 is contained within a vertically extended humanoid containment cell decorated with the personal possessions of Mickey Ideme. All meals given to SCP-5339 must consist of soft semi-solids such as apple sauce, watermelon slices, or jam. SCP-5339 is to be given weekly English and ASL lessons on a rotational shift basis by selected1 researchers. Description: SCP-5339 is a 3-meter-tall tripodal organism whose cranium features a pair of 6-centimeter-wide eyes and a mouth used for mastication and crude vocalization. SCP-5339 has three legs which are spaced equidistantly from one another. Despite this, SCP-5339 has difficulty remaining stable for more than 15 seconds. Discovery: On 3/12/2013, Hannah Ideme gave birth to a child (Mickey Ideme) who had developed an accessory arm underneath his left pectoral during the late stages of Mrs. Ideme's pregnancy. Mickey Ideme was born in the St. Raymond Nonnatus Hospital with expected complications, although Mickey and Hannah Ideme both recovered within a reasonable time period. One year after Mickey Ideme's birth, he disappeared due to unknown circumstances, while on vacation with Mrs. Ideme. Upon returning to her place of residence, Mrs. Ideme located SCP-5339 in Mickey Ideme’s room. Test Log 5339-1 3/12/2014: In order to determine how SCP-5339 relates to Mickey Ideme, a variety of tests were conducted. Object 1 Object 2 Result 1 cubic meter of grass 1 cubic meter of assorted bovine flesh SCP-5339 appears uninterested in the grass and sniffs the flesh, before emitting a loud vocalization and retreating to the corner of its containment unit. Mickey Ideme's blanket (nearly severed for unknown reasons) An undamaged blanket SCP-5339 moves towards the nearly torn blanket and successfully tears it down the center with one of its legs and its jaw. SCP-5339 places one half of the blanket over its head and the other half underneath itself. A framed photograph of Hannah Ideme A tattered photograph of Will Ideme (Mrs. Ideme's husband who expired one year previously) SCP-5339 approaches Will Ideme's photograph with apparent interest. SCP-5339 grunts and moves to Mrs. Ideme's photo. At the end of the test SCP-5339 resisted the research staff who had attempted to remove Mrs. Ideme's photo and slid the photo around the cell until a researcher grabbed SCP-5339's leg to allow another researcher to retrieve the photo. A photograph of Mickey Ideme A photograph of SCP-5339 SCP-5339 pauses momentarily and then moves towards the image of Mickey Ideme. SCP-5339 lowers its head and pushes the image of Mickey Ideme with its snout. Addendum 5339-2 3/12/2014: Dr. Green was instructed to retrieve certain objects from SCP-5339's containment cell once testing had concluded. While Dr. Green attempted to retrieve the cubic meter of assorted bovine flesh, SCP-5339 moved behind them and produced a vocalization similar to that of a child in distress. Dr. Green questioned SCP-5339, who paused, and then addressed Dr. Green as "Ma". It is unknown whether or not SCP-5339 has awareness of what its vocalizations allude to. Further research is to commence. Test Log 5339-1 3/15/2014 - 7/18/2016: SCP-5339’s potential for sapient thought can currently be approximated to that of a one-year-old child. To improve SCP-5339's vocabulary and speech, weekly English lessons are implemented into SCP-5339's containment procedures. Lesson plans have been designed with the assistance of ASL and other non-verbal speech therapy methods. Please note that the following table only consists of notable lessons where SCP-5339 showed noticeable improvement. Lesson Result The research staff joined SCP-5339 for a short period of time in its containment cell. while being monitored by several Foundation security guards. Staff were instructed to assume a semi-formal disposition and verbally communicate frequently with one another. SCP-5339 began emitting several vocalizations that research staff believe sounded significantly like "Mom", "Drink", "Toy", and "Food". Research staff allowed SCP-5339 to play with a beach ball for 5 minutes, before retrieving the ball and waiting to see if it requested for the ball to be given back. SCP-5339 played with the ball for the entire allotted period of time. When the ball was retrieved, it showed signs of distress and attempted to kick it out of Dr. Green's hands. Eventually SCP-5339 said "give ball", where they then were allowed the ball for the remainder of the day. Research Staff requested a brief recreational meeting with SCP-5339 in its containment cell. SCP-5339 was given a cup of applesauce, while the rest of the staff were given coffee. SCP-5339 learned the words "Sauce", "Cup", "Person", and "Friend". Research Staff placed several objects inside of SCP-5339's containment cell that it has not learned the name of. Research staff hope that it may attempt to expand its own vocabulary by creating compound words. SCP-5339 vocalized the phrases "Long animal" to indicate a stuffed snake, "Talk metal" to indicate a speaker, and "Bad water" to indicate an image of an ocean. Addendum 5339-2 7/22/2016: During a private meeting with Dr. Green, SCP-5339 vocalized their first complete sentence. After several indistinguishable grunts, SCP-5339 said, "Mommy, the water's too deep". Dr. Green promptly exited the containment cell and SCP-5339 was provided with their beach ball and an additional serving of semi-solids. Footnotes 1. A prerequisite for selection is that SCP-5339 appears to have a positive emotional connection to the researcher. |
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Check out more of my ramblings! SCP-5340-1. Memetic vectors have been edited out for personnel safety. ✖ Item #: SCP-5340 Special Containment Procedures: One copy of each SCP-5340 instance is stored in Storage Site 64. Viewers of SCP-5340 related media are to be located via embedded agents in video sharing services and amnesticized. Foundation web crawlers are to track and delete any re-uploads of videos containing SCP-5340. Description: SCP-5340 is a collection of 143 cognitohazards with varying memetic and antimemetic effects, all derived from SCP-5340-1, a standard use Grant-Daniels memetic incapacitation agent capable of inducing a migraine in viewers. SCP-5340-1 was first discovered outside of Foundation control on the image host website www.imgur.com on 15/09/2019. . The post was logged and deleted 35 seconds later by a Foundation .aic. It was posted by an unknown former member of the Memetics and Infohazards division now associated with GoI-0267 ("Are We Cool Yet?") Foundation efforts to investigate the individual have so far been unsuccessful, but further anomalous posts have been intercepted without incident. All further instances of SCP-5340 were discovered in a house located near Beeston, England following a welfare check on 12/02/2021. The previous resident was Sam Flagg, a Biochemistry student at the University of Nottingham and creator of SCP-5340-2 through SCP-5340-143. No staff or other individuals at the University can corroborate Flagg's attendance, nor do they appear in any government records. The sole proof of their existence is the creation of several video logs found inside the housing and uploaded to the online video-sharing platform YouTube. Addendum: Prior to coming to Foundation attention, Flagg uploaded 9 videos and 5 live streams over a period of 14 months under the pseudonym Backyard Memeticist. This channel had 97 subscribers as of 12/02/2021, with several hundred unique viewers. On this account, Flagg published videos on a very rudimentary understanding of memetic science. Excerpts considered relevant can be found below. Excerpt from 'Memetics Ep1: A picture that f*cks with your head' - 27/10/2019 -Close Excerpt The video begins with Flagg, wearing a lab coat and standing in front of a blackboard covered in notes. The words 'Backyard Memeticist' in rainbow text transition on screen, accompanied by an emoji of a cartoon face wearing sunglasses, before disappearing. Flagg: Hello… and welcome to the first episode of Backyard Memeticist! My name's Sam, and today's episode is brought to you by this random image I found scrolling Imgur. Heads up to look away now if you don't wanna get a splitting headache. Flagg picks up a copy of SCP-5340-1 and holds it up to the camera, staring at the ceiling. Flagg: This beauty here, according to the post I read, is a cognitohazard, which is scientific for an image that fucks with your head. This one gives you a migraine if you look at it, which bloody hurts as I've found out many a time. Flagg: Now the interesting thing about this bugger is that- Flagg glances down. Flagg: Aw fuck! The video cuts to Flagg now sitting down, massaging his temple. It is visibly night. Flagg: As I uh… I was saying. The interesting thing about this bugger is that if you mess with it, it does other stuff than give you a brain blast. Most of the time it stops doing anything at all, but if you do it juuust right, it does all kinds of wild stuff. Take this one for example. Look away or it'll knock you out. Flagg holds up SCP-5340-2, a variation of SCP-5340-1 capable of inducing unconsciousness in a viewer. Flagg: Still with us? Cool. You can't've seen it, but it's basically like the other one, but I threw some new blues in a few places. Flagg: I dunno what's really going on, but there's a couple bits that if I change, do nothing, and some that make all the difference. Colours seem to have a bit to do with it too. Oranges and blacks seem to make everything worse. Damn near scrambled my brain messing around with black in one I'm not even going to show you guys.. Believed to be SCP-5340-3, capable of causing symptoms of severe concussion. Flagg: I'm calling the bits that matter 'Active Zones' and I'm gonna keep trying to find them by messing with the picture on MS paint. The camera zooms in on Flagg's face. Flagg: Cause we're professionals here. The video continues for another 7 minutes detailing SCP-5340-4 through -7, all with effects related to SCP-5340-1, followed by an attempted scientific explanation of the cognitohazards and the 'Active Zones' theory. This is found to be almost entirely disconnected from modern memetic theory. SCP-5340-6 was found to be a digital disruptive memetic agent capable of shutting down Foundation web trawlers, which made Foundation discovery efforts significantly more challenging. -Close Excerpt Excerpt from 'Memetics Ep3: Mixing and Matching' - 14/03/2020 -Close Excerpt The video begins with sped-up footage of Flagg drawing and pinning notes on a felt board behind them. The words 'Backyard Memeticist' in large text on fire transitions on screen, accompanied by an emoji depicting a face with sunglasses, before moving off the left of the video. Flagg: Hello and welcome back to another episode of Backyard Memeticist! If you caught the last livestream, you'd know that we've made a breakthrough! But for those who haven't, today we'll be talking about active, not so active and really inactive zones. Now this isn't hard: Flagg: Sometimes when you mess with things it does stuff. Sometimes it doesn't. Sometimes if you mess with some things but not others, you can mess with other things but not some to do stuff. Those are the not so active zones, and they only do stuff if you've already changed the active bits. Nice and easy, right? Flagg laughs nervously as the video cuts to him sitting at a computer. An unidentified SCP-5340 instance can be seen open on the screen in Microsoft Paint. Flagg: The original thing just gave you a migraine and a half, but these memetics have so much more to them than that! Flagg: If you mess with a whole lotta active and semi-active zones at once, sometimes the picture does something completely new. This one I whipped up just now on paint makes you feel like you've got a third arm, which is absolutely wild - this one's definitely worth looking at, but usual warning to look away if you don't want to get freaked. The video cuts back to the first location, with SCP-5340-9. Causes a mild sensation of burning in a phantom limb on the right side of the screen. SCP-5340-9. Memetic vectors have been edited out for personnel safety. ✖ Flagg: If you only change a little bit, the rules-not-rules say the effects only change a little bit. Except when that isn't true. Because of course we aren't allowed something as simple as that. Flagg: So, this one does nothing like the original we changed the top left, with the blue dot, and that makes a whole bunch of new active zones we've messed with again. I also cut out a bunch of the yellow and black for obvious reasons. Flagg: Really sounds like I know what I'm doing, right? Flagg pauses. Flagg: Sike, this is just trial and error with the laws of reality. But that's science, baby. Flagg: Speaking of trial and error though, the rest of this video's going to be going through some of the memetics we made in the live stream last week. Make sure to tune into the next one even if you missed the last one, I was talking over my theories in way more detail and taking viewer requests on stuff to try and make. We've got some crazy stuff coming up and way more incoming, so make sure to stay tuned. Flagg continues to show SCP-5340-10 through SCP-5340-27, with varying memetic effects largely unrelated to the original incapacitation agent. While the lack of sophistication rules out active outside assistance, Flagg's research shares several similarities with Foundation understanding of memetics. -Close Excerpt Excerpt from 'Memetics Ep6: Forgetmenots' - 02/06/2020 -Close Excerpt The video begins with 'Backyard Memeticist' displayed in large blue, oscillating letters on the screen, before travelling out of frame. The first eight minutes are spent describing SCP-5340-43 through SCP-5340-56, a majority capable of implanting false memories to some degree, and an attempted scientific explanation for them. Flagg: But the reason I'm making this video is because of something bigger than all that stuff I've shown you before. Take it back a week and I suddenly realized that I couldn't account for an entire Tuesday afternoon. Flagg: And no, it wasn't drinking. Not this time. Flagg: I checked the footage and sure enough I was working on memetics the entire afternoon. Had to watch the footage back 4-5 times but I happened across this. You need to really focus on it though. It's about to appear on the right side of the screen, so just know in your head that it's there and try not to forget about it. SCP-5340-57, a weak antimeme, is displayed on the screen as Flagg points to it for a few seconds. SCP-5340-58 through SCP-5340-61, all information autosuppressants, are visible in the background, but Flagg does not acknowledge them. Flagg: Now this bugger caused me quite a bit of trouble to pin down cause I kept forgetting about it. Lost the better part of the week working on this guy, and the university isn't too happy about me falling behind like that. Reaaally not too happy now I think about it. Flagg laughs nervously. Flag: But this is a fascinating start! Forget introducing new memories, we've got something that can pull them out! I've only got the one so far, but do you have any idea how much we could do with this? Flagg: Anyway, that's all we have time for this episode. Feel free to mess around with this memory eater and leave a comment below if you find anything interesting and I'll be sure to showcase it next episode. Remember to like and subscribe too. Flagg: This has been the Backyard Memeticist - I'll see you guys soon. -Close Excerpt Excerpt from 'Memetics Ep8: Memories' - 26/08/2020 -Close Excerpt The video begins with Flagg standing in front of a camera, visibly tired. 'Backyard Memeticist' appears on screen in large white letters, before disappearing shortly after. Flagg: Hey everyone, welcome back to Backyard Memeticist. Today we'll be talking about Memory Eaters again because it's basically all I've been doing. Like I said last episode, it just jumps out at me so much more than giving myself phantom pains and migraines. Flagg laughs quietly. Flagg: Although this shit's giving me plenty of migraines anyway. That's the cost of being on the cutting edge of science though, and it's one I'm more than happy to pay for my adoring fans. All 70 of you. Flagg sighs. Flagg: It turns out that having to re-learn everything you research daily does have it's upsides though. You uhh- get really good at making notes. Got a good system in place too you'll be happy to hear: I throw the notes on the active bits so I know what does what before it does it. Until I started forgetting what the active zones are. Flagg: But good news! For you guys at least. Circumstances… out of my control mean that I won't need to spend so long on my PhD anymore, so I've got way more time to dedicate to these videos. Means I'm almost as productive as I was even without the memory gaps. Big wins all around, right? Flagg pauses for 5 seconds before the video cuts to a room full of SCP-5340 instances, believed to be SCP-5340-87 through SCP-5340-102, all with varying antimemetic properties. Flagg: Anyway, enough about the process. I've got 8 brand spanking new memory eaters here..All 15 instances in the room had not been seen in previous episodes. They all don't really follow the rules like the memetics used to - still trying to find the patterns in them, but I'm sure if I power through we can get there. Everything in this room works slightly differently or is weaker/stronger than each other - let me take you through them all: Flagg spends 15 minutes describing the effects of several antimemetic instances of SCP-5340. Only five of the available instances are described during this segment, and SCP-5340-95 is explained three times before the video concludes. -Close Excerpt Untitled Livestream - 27/01/2021 -Close The video begins with Flagg sitting on the floor in a room, surrounded by SCP-5340-96 through SCP-5340-127, including far more aggressive antimemetic agents, in contrast to the relatively safe instances created prior to this video. Flagg's appearance is unkempt, he shows signs of sleep deprivation and appears to be shaking throughout the video. Flagg: This is the Backyard Memeticist. Yeah. That sounds right. The Backyard Memeticist. It's been a quiet couple of weeks, but I've still had the chance to make a couple memory eaters. Between university stuff and work it's been… stressful. To say of least, as I'm sure you can tell. So first up we've got- Flagg pauses for approximately half a minute, raising his hand to his face. Flagg: No- No, that can't be correct. Flagg: I must spend my time doing something. The university doesn't respond to my emails anymore, it can't be that. I no longer leave myself reminders to go to work. I would never do that for no reason. Flagg collapses to the ground, exhaling heavily. Flagg: I'm just- I'm only on autopilot now. A post-it note I have says I have nearly 100 of these damn pictures now. I can only list 70. Flagg: I know this isn't right. I have moments like this where I can see it all and I can just- Flagg appears to be in a state of severe emotional distress. Flagg: This is wrong. It's been a month- months. Flagg pauses for a minute, audibly sobbing. Flagg: It doesn't make sense. They don't just add up like memetics did. If I could just get to the bottom of it all, a unified theory, I could put it all together. Climb my way out of this maze of my own creation. Flagg: That must be what I'm doing. Through the fog and the chaos, it's always what I'd do. I'm trying to make sense of it all. I must be making sense of it all! Flagg: I'm a fucking scientist! I'm about to be a doctor! This is what I've always done, it's all I can do. It can't take that away from me- It can't take that away. It can't. Flagg: It peels away the layers that make up me and this is all that's left at the centre. Flagg: But I don't- I just don't know how much more I have left to give. Flagg continues to cry for a further 24 minutes until video feed is cut. -Close With thanks to Jaykillbam, peppermint_legos, Impperatrix, Sirslash47, cwazzycrafter and CrystalMonarch for critique and Riba Nahi for the logo variant. |
SCP-5341 | keter | Item #: SCP-5341 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5341 is to be confined to a standard humanoid containment cell located 50 m below ground beneath a small foundation facility located in ██████, Norway designated site ██ as the area has a minimal chance of disturbing SCP-5341. The cell of SCP-5341 is to be equipped with various fire suppression systems such as sprinklers and foam. Additionally, the corridor leading to SCP-5341 containment cell is to be flooded in the event that SCP-5341 breaks containment. Should SCP-5341 break containment all personnel are to stand down and abandon anything that can be considered a weapon until SCP-5341 has calmed down and been returned to its cell. Any personnel entering SCP-5341 containment cell is under no circumstance to make any loud noises or sudden movements that may be perceived as threatening. All personnel are to exit the containment cell should SCP-5341 show any signs of anger. SCP-5341 is generally cooperative and has therefor been allowed to request items that have a minimal chance of making any loud noises or be perceived as weapons. Notable requests include: A small pet bird, specifically a white dove (approved) Various flora such as flowers and small trees (approved) A sword or Axe for training purposes (denied) Access to various locations located in Northern ███████ (denied) A blank journal, a quill and ink for drawing and writing (approved, all contents within the journal is to be examined by SCP-5341 head researcher) Description: SCP-5341 is a sentient humanoid entity resembling a charred human corpse clad in black medieval armor. SCP-5341 armor appears to be from 14th century England, composed of steel and has displayed the ability to regenerate even after being cut in half, the same goes for the body of SCP-5341. A close inspection of SCP-5341 body has shown that SCP-5341 is fused to the armor, invasive tests are impossible at this time due to the risks involved. Should SCP-5341 see or hear anything it perceives as threatening such as loud noises and sharp objects it will involuntarily enter its active state. Upon entering its active state, it will adopt a berserker-like rage and attempt to kill anything it considers a threat. Additionally, when SCP-5341 is in its active state the temperature of its armor will rise to 1 890 °C, SCP-5341 does not seem to have any control over this ability whilst inactive. Only when all threats are removed from SCP-5341 line of sight will SCP-5341 revert back to its usual nonthreatening behavior, it will then usually return to its containment cell without resistance. Water and various means of fire suppression has been shown to have a calming effect on SCP-5341 while in its active state, though this will not stop its rampage, only slow it down. Additionally, once it has calmed down it will often show remorse and even sorrow after killing someone during its rampages such as during incident 5341-7-Blue (see addendum-2). This indicates that SCP-5341 has a conscience and that its rampages are an involuntary reflex, possibly something similar to PTSD. SCP-5341 is somehow capable of vocal communication despite lacking the necessary organs to do so. Despite being capable of speaking English and other languages such as Latin it has difficulty pronouncing words and will instead growl or shake its head. SCP-5341 behavior and knowledge seems to suggest that it was at some point part of human society but that it has since lost the social skills necessary to do so. Despite the problem it has with vocal communication it is capable of understanding complex words and phrases, which suggest it is intelligent. IQ tests have so far been inconclusive. Researchers note: SCP-5341 seems to have experienced some traumatic and highly stressful event in its past. Due to its reluctance to share information on its past as well as its compulsion to draw and write about the aftermath of some sort of war or great battle it is believed that this event is the cause of its involuntary rampages. It is recommended that all who interact with SCP-5341 be careful when asking it about its past. Addendum: Recorded interview between Dr. Edvard Heyerdahl and SCP-5341. Interviewed: SCP-5341 Interviewer: Doctor Edvard Heyerdahl Foreword: The following interview was recorded on 19.██.20██. The interview was conducted following incident: 5341-5, in which SCP-5341 showed mercy while in its active state. The purpose of this interview is to determine what caused the abnormal behavior displayed by SCP-5341 during the incident. <Begin Log> Dr Heyerdahl: Good day 5341. I would like to ask you a few questions regarding the incident a few days ago, if that’s alright with you? SCP-5341: (nods). Dr Heyerdahl: Good, let us begin. What was it that caused you to become enraged this time? SCP-5341: (Growls)… I saw… w-weapon. Attacked… Dr Heyerdahl: So, you thought you were in danger? SCP-5341: (Nods) don’t like… weapons (growls). Dr Heyerdahl: Okay then. You realize that we mean you no harm correct, and that your containment is for the safety of others? SCP-5341: Y-yes, but… (incomprehensible roar). Dr Heyerdahl: (Recoils, but quickly regains composure). Let’s move on. After attacking and killing several guards and personnel you stopped once you saw agent ████, why? SCP-5341: (Remains silent). Dr Heyerdahl: 5341, why did you stop when you saw agent ████? SCP-5341: (Growls). Remembered… friend. Dr Heyerdahl: So you stopped because you consider him a friend? I don’t believe that you have had any notable interactions wi- (gets cut off by SCP-5341). SCP-5341: No, other friend… Dr Heyerdahl: Then, do you mean that he resembles someone you knew prior to containment? SCP-5341: (Remains silent) Dr Heyerdahl: 5341, please answer the question. SCP-5341: (Roars, then remains silent) <End Log> Closing Statement: After being asked to elaborate on its last answer SCP-5341 refused to speak or answer any further questions for the remainder of the interview. Based on the limited information given by SCP-5341 during the interview it has become apparent that its life prior to containment may have been more complex than previously thought. It also seems that SCP-5341 knew someone that closely resembles agent ████ as prior to incident: 5341-5 it has had only two known interactions with agent ████, neither of which contained more than a simple greeting. Addendum-2: Incident log: 5341-7-Blue Foreword: During a routine interview with Dr. Edvard Heyerdahl SCP-5341 was continually asked about its past which seems to have triggered a traumatic memory which in turn caused it to enter its active state and go on a rampage killing several personnel including Dr. Heyerdahl. During its rampage SCP-5341 engulfed itself and a large part of the facility in anomalous blue flames, the reason for this is still unknown. 15:00. Interview starts. 15:17. SCP-5341 refuses to answer any and all questions about its past despite Dr. Heyerdahl's insistence. 15:24. SCP-5341 begins to scream and roar for several minutes seemingly in a panic before entering its active state, Dr. Heyerdahl leaves the containment cell just before SCP-5341 activated. 15:33. SCP-5341 appears much more violent than normal, repeatedly slamming its body into the walls and clawing at its head. It is not slowed by the fire suppression or flooding of the corridor leading to its containment chamber. 15:41. After engaging and brutally killing several unarmed personnel attempting to surrender SCP-5341 began convulsing before becoming engulfed in blue flames which quickly started to spread to everything the entity came into contact with. 15:49. SCP-5341 continues to roam the facility spreading its blue flames wherever it goes whilst repeating the phrases: "Per ignem" and "Ignis, mundum emunda". 16:01. After covering roughly 34% of the facility in blue flames and killing/attacking 13 unarmed members of staff SCP-5341 finally calmed down and stopped its rampage, this also caused the blue flames to die out in mere seconds leaving no damage to any non-organic material having only damaged the corpses of those killed or attacked by SCP-5341. <End log> Final word: So far this is the only recorded instance of blue flames being produced by SCP-5341, when questioned about these flames or the incident it enters an unresponsive state which can last anywhere from 3 minutes to 3 hours. SCP-5341 has also started to become less responsive when conversing with personnel, often spacing out or beginning to repeat the phrase "No more" several times before refusing to speak for several hours. The Blue flames produced by SCP-5341 spread at an incredible pace despite them seeming to be unable to consume anything other than organic material. Additionally, the phrases uttered by SCP-5341 "Per ignem" and "Ignis, mundum emunda" meaning "By fire" and "Fire, cleanse the world" in Latin are unknown to SCP-5341 as it claims to have never heard either of them. Further questioning and investigation into the phrases uttered and blue flames produced by SCP-5341 is currently ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5341" by Thogri, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5341. 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-5342 | keter | Item #: SCP-5342 Special Containment Procedures: B- and C-roads1 in villages in the southern parts of England are monitored for suspected SCP-5342 entrances by security personnel. If any entrances are observed, nearest Foundation facility is responsible for blockage of this entrance in order to obstruct any civilian intrusions. The anomaly has only been sighted during the summer season and so monitoring is only assumed to be valuable across the months of June, July and August. If any of the area's abnormalities are observed or noted by civilians, these may be supplied an A-class amnestic and convinced that their memory is merely the result of a crime-drama on television. Description: SCP-5342 designates an area of human population resembling a small-sized English county however with an indeterminable size. Depending on various conditions different environments seem to be generated through some extradimensional mean. Entrances to the area have without exception consisted of local roads across smaller villages that date back to at least the Edwardian era. Additionally, with its limited space it would be considered the most crime-ridden area in Great Britain. It has become clear that a complex and vast crime syndicate network is the source of this criminal activity. Examples of crime syndicates in the area include: Highbury's writer's guild The Church's conservation trust Artist's society Mrs. Gibbs' knitting society Book circle of Causton Book circle of Wallingford A New Age Chapel Shakespeare's Society Hunting League of Thames Farrell's Cheese Shop The School of Faith Templars of Brimley and more… Addendum 5342-1: Observational Log, 3rd of July, 1998. Date: 3rd of July, 1998 Observers: Junior Researcher David Thistle and Sergeant Davies. [BEGIN LOG] [The area is breached by road 65, there are meadows, houses and hills not displayed on the topographical map. A sign informs us that we are in 'Badger's Drift'. We will try to approach an unknown entity. What looks like a man in his 40's is leaning on a shovel by the mossy cobble wall observing us. We stop in front of him.] Jr. Rs. Thistle: Good morning si- Unknown: Good morning officers. What can I help you with this time? Jr. Rs. Thistle: Hm, did we mention we were officers? Unknown: Well I assumed the police would come question me again. Hah, can't leave a man alone can ya? Jr. Rs. Thistle: Again? No we are just here to ask some questions on the- Unknown: Yes, that's right. The murders. Jr. Rs. Thistle: Murders? Unknown: Yes? On little Timmy, Linda Screwbury and Mr. Fralley? I've told you already that my conscience is clean. Even if Linda was a pain in the arse poking about in my flowers… I wouldn't do such a favor for Ms. Butterwick! [The entity laughs at this.] Jr. Rs. Thistle: What… Who are you, what's your name? Robert Green: I'm Robert Green, I work for Ms. Butterwick. I'm, ah- the groundskeeper! At Witney Street that is! [The entity nods with weight. We question the entity on some of the site's history, upon which it answers with a detailed account. The entity advises us to visit this 'Witney Street' and gives us directions. We reach it after a few miles of driving. Our map does not show any 'Witney Street' or 'Badger's Drift' on the map, indicating that we have not left SCP-5342.] [LOG SHORTENED FOR BREVITY] PoI-902, presented as 'Harold Clark'. [The property in front of us is wrapped in lilac bushes. A black iron gate leads us to a garden with a fruit tree and different flower arrangements. The house has the architecture of the Edwardian era and is approximately 60-] Unknown: Bastard! [Out of the bushes, what looks like a senior man throws himself at Jr. Researcher Thistle.] Unknown: You bastard, coming here… You have a lot of nerve haven't you? I'll kill you… Jr. Rs. Thistle: Get, get off! [The senior is wiry and easily thrown off to the side. He's wearing the uniform of a vicar. Thistle, takes a hold on him.] Unknown: Y-, oh, I'll get ya! Jr. Rs. Thistle: Let's have a word with this one sergeant. Sgt. Davies: Right. [The door of the house is opened, a senior woman runs out, with a disturbed facial expression.] Unknown: Oh Harold! What are you- What have you done to these officers? Harold: Oh, Agnes! You know I- I, I wouldn't ever hurt anyone… Jr. Rs. Thistle: That's enough! Both of you two! We need a word. Unknown: Oh, absolutely officer. I have tea and marmalade ready inside! [The senior woman smiles at us and holds the door open.] Ms. Butterwick: I am Agnes Butterwick, pleased to meet you. [We are welcomed inside the house, where trays of biscuits, bread, tea, marmalade and different jams are conveniently placed on a centered table in the middle of the rocky house.] Poi-903, or 'Ms. Butterwick', alleged leader of the crime syndicate 'Butterwick's Florists'. [Thistle sighs before eating a cookie whole. Obviously exhausted.] Jr. Rs. Thistle: Okay, mm. Mm, so, names again please? Ms. Butterwick: Agnes Butterwick! Harold Clark: Harold Clark… Jr. Rs. Thistle: Alright, we will start with Mr. Clark then… Are you a vicar here? Harold Clark: Yes, that's right. And I have been working here since 1972. Jr. Rs. Thistle: And you attacked me in Ms. Butterwick's garden because..? Harold Clark: No, it was just… I- I come here to help Ms. Butterwick sometimes, that's all. I am involved with the florists. Ms. Butterwick: That's right. [Ms. Butterwick nods with sincerity, taking a sip out of her white porcelain cup.] Ms. Butterwick: But, I do not quite understand this violence Harold, why would you lunge yourself at mister… Mister? Jr. Rs. Thistle: Thistle… Ms. Butterwick: You must surely know that this is not the time to be violent in front of the police! [Ms. Butterwick giggles loudly and reaches for the tea pot.] Harold Clark: For gods sake Agnes, please. Don't the police have better things to do- Jr. Rs. Thistle: We are not from the pol- Agh! Nevermind… Are you aware of the location you are in at the moment? [Ms. Butterwick rises up with the tea pot and walks over to the hallway.] Ms. Butterwick: Badger's Drift? Yes, indeed! But other than the few incidents this last week, nothing's usually ever spectacular about this place. Harold Clark: Why are you here anyway? It doesn't seem much of a profit going to two florists for clues… Jr. Rs. Thistle: We are simply here… Because this location, is not on the map! It does not even exist! Davies: Sir… [Thistle pulls out the map over the area, and points at the location of the house, where there is nothing.] Ms. Butterwick: Curious, it's an outdated map you've got there haven't you? Jr. Rs. Thistle: I- Ugh, Okay I think it's time for us to leave… Ms. Butterwick: Leave already? But there's, there's… [Ms. Butterwick stands in front of the door, still with her tea pot in a firm grip.] Ms. Butterwick: It would… Certainly be a shame if you left now…. I've still got some.. Tea… Jr. Rs. Thistle: No, I think we've had quite enough of- Harold Clark: Agnes! [Butterwick threw the tea pot at me, I am lying down. David is fighting the lady, who has a shard of the tea pot in her hand. I- Someone's coming in.] Unknown: Alright that's enough Ms. Butterwick, you're out of luck! [A middle-aged man in a suit has entered, and gets the shard out of her hand. She backs up against the fireplace where blue porcelain is carefully lined up. The man pants and turns toward us.] Unknown: I'm terribly sorry officers, but I'm afraid your quest has been in vain. [David looks on puzzled.] Jr. Rs. Thistle: Wh- Who are- C.I. Barnaby: Chief Inspector Barnaby. And this is Sergeant Troy. [C.I. Barnaby gestures toward a young man at his side.] C.I. Barnaby: Ms. Butterwick thought she would be able to use you for her own good! But unfortunately, for her, my wife Joyce happens to be a terribly skilled botanist. [David shakes his head, utterly confused. Harold Clark is far deep into the couch, with a shocked expression.] Jr. Rs. Thistle: Wha- C.I. Barnaby: Ms. Butterwick had wrongly labeled the flowers of the florist's latest week bouquet, to Anthurium andreanum, when clearly, the species concerned was Anthurium alicia. A costly mistake, that led us here. [Harold Clark shakes his head to this.] Harold Clark: An- Andreanum? Oh Agnes… No. You wouldn't… Ms. Butterwick: I would Harold. They were all in the way. The know-it-all Joyce… I should have figured she could not be trusted with the weekly bouquet. Jr. Rs. Thistle: What the fuck is going on? C.I. Barnaby: I'm afraid, it is quite the way we suspected it, Mr. Thistle. Ms. Butterwick was afraid that the company of her ex-lover Mr. Green would take over the role of her florists. Consequently she did the only thing she could do in the situation. She dumped little Timmy in the river, hung Linda Screwbury from the church tower and smashed Mr. Fralley's head with his own garden gnome. Jr. Rs. Thistle: His own wha- C.I. Barnaby: Yes, good question! Why… Why did Mr. Clark decide to attack you at this moment? Well it's really quite simple… Mr. Clark is, and always has been, madly in love with Ms. Butterwick. He was hiding in the bushes because he wanted to steer possible admirers off her property. [Ms. Butterwick giggles. Harold Clark looks down into his lap.] C.I. Barnaby: Unfortunately, the love is unanswered. To her, Harold was but a nuisance. Which is why she decided to try to kill you two gentlemen here and frame Harold for the murder. Harold Clark: No! Agnes! No! Sgt. Davies: Oh my god! [Thistle looks angrily at me.] Ms. Butterwick: Always, these coppers, in the way of actually achieving anything for the florists! C.I. Barnaby: I suggest you gentlemen leave now, you have been ravaged well enough by Midsomer county. [David exits the building.] [END LOG] Of all the PoIs involved with this encounter, only PoI-904, 'Chief Inspector Barnaby' has been observed repeatedly within SCP-5342. Therefore, Junior Researcher David Thistle was ordered to detain and interrogate PoI-904 for its involvement in SCP-5342s generation. Addendum 5342-2: Interrogation Log, 4th of August, 1998. Interrogation subject: Poi-904 Interrogator: Jr. Rs. David Thistle Foreword: The interview took place within SCP-5342 in PoI-904's office. [BEGIN LOG] Poi-904, or 'C.I Barnaby'. C.I. Barnaby: Alright, so what's this about really David? Jr. Rs. Thistle: Inspector Barnaby, we have taken you here in order to clear out some details on what you call Midsomer County… C.I. Barnaby: I'm the only inspector in the county you know, there are things that I need to clear up. Why would you want me here? Jr. Rs. Thistle: Could you tell me about the murder rates of Midsomer county across the last three years? C.I. Barnaby: Murder counts? There are only so many in a place like Midsomer, I me- Jr. Rs. Thistle: We've counted. 453 murders. In a small-sized county… Does that not sound odd to you? And the fact, that none of the murderers, victims or surrounding involved have any historical record. [Barnaby listens intently with wrinkled eyebrows.] Jr. Rs. Thistle: A small-sized county, with hundreds of… of, of… Equestrian societies! Communals! Cult gatherings! Noble families! Creative clubs, uh-uh, Golf clubs! Boxing associations! Actual golf clubs!.. [Thistle sighs loudly.] C.I. Barnaby: Hmm… Jr. Rs. Thistle: I mean, you never found this a bit abnormal? That, that something's not right? C.I. Barnaby: You might be right… There is something missing here. [Barnaby stands up, and looks out the window.] C.I. Barnaby: Equestrian societies… Hm. [Barnaby moves back to the table and looks down at Thistle.] C.I. Barnaby: There was always something missing, but now I think we've finally got it. [Thistle makes a sigh of relief.] Jr. Rs. Thistle: Really? C.I. Barnaby: Yes. There have been many murders, disappearances and intrigues. I have made many cases. However… [Thistle leans back into his chair] C.I. Barnaby: …There was never, an equestrian society. Jr. Rs. Thistle: What?.. C.I. Barnaby: But you would like there to be one don't you? Jr. Rs. Thistle: Eh-Uhm, 'scuse me? C.I. Barnaby: David Thistle, you are under arrest for the murders of Mrs. Smith, Harry Jester and Mr. Wallace Hickinbottom. Sergeant Troy! [Thistle sits with his mouth agape as sergeant Troy enters the room with handcuffs. As he is cuffed, Thistle looks down in shock.] Jr. Rs. Thistle: But I… C.I. Barnaby: Oh, David, if that is your real name, there is no need to explain. I know you always really wanted to illustrate Midsomer county as an anomaly in order to relieve the consequences of your own deeds. That is why you wanted to speak to me today isn't it? To have me doubt my own reality, and thereby leave your case be… [Sergeant Troy struggles with the hand cuffs. C.I. Barnaby scoffs.] C.I. Barnaby: 453 murders… Hah! As far as I know we're yet at 387… [Thistle now looks up at C.I. Barnaby with a grin.] Jr. Rs. Thistle: Oh, Barnaby… You were always the sharpest one. I should've known that you would see me through. Very well, take me away. [END LOG] Investigations into the disappearance of Junior Researcher David Thistle are ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5342" by Nils Severin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5342. 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-5343 | euclid | close Info X Author(s): JakdragonX Title: SCP-5343 - "The 'For-You News' App!" Other Works: SCP-5850 - "A Train to Hell." SCP-5150 - "Anomalous Dental Office." More From This Author ITEM #: SCP-5343 OBJECT CLASS: EUCLID Special Containment Procedures: A single copy of SCP-5343 is contained within a storage locker in Site-134. Foundation webcrawlers assigned to SCP-5343 are to monitor all mobile application distribution services for activity relating to this anomaly. If SCP-5343 is discovered, Foundation agents integrated within these services are to purge its ability to transfer files. Human subjects who have been affected by SCP-5343 must have their mobile devices confiscated. A computed tomography (CT) brain scan must also be performed and physically stored on-site for future reference. Once the subject undergoes basic recovered-memory therapies and is cleared by on-site medical staff of all related issues, the use of Class C amnestics prior to re-integration into the general public is required. In the event that a human subject perishes due to exposure to SCP-5343, recovered autopsies are to be stored and evaluated for significant changes. Description: SCP-5343 is a mobile news application operating on all hand-held devices. Although media presented on SCP-5343 varies, information within these publications can directly or indirectly affect the subjects operating the application. Information presented on SCP-5343 includes: Stories about the affected subject. The events covered may range from anywhere between the subject's birth and the subject's death. Informative news snippets about the affected subject's relatives or close friends. Reports concerning events that have directly affected, or will affect the subject. Photographed or recorded footage of the subject.1 After a period from anywhere between 4 weeks and 2 years, subjects affected by SCP-5343 experience permanent anterograde and retrograde amnesia. This has been attributed to the scarring of cerebral tissues within the affected subjects' temporal lobes following prolonged exposure to SCP-5343. SCP-5343 was discovered in an apartment building on 8/12/2019 in Chicago, Illinois. Foundation personnel were authorized to investigate after intercepted police reports indicated that an individual living in this building was unresponsive after using a mobile app that they recently downloaded.2 Following autopsical analysis, the cause of the individuals death was determined to be anomalous in nature and Foundation personnel were granted permission to further investigate. After SCP-5343's initial containment, a series of experiments were performed in order to verify the extent and limitations of this anomaly. These experiments along with their results can be found below. Subject(s) Procedure Results D-159823 The subject was ordered to operate SCP-5343 extensively for 6 months. Refer to Addendum 5343-1. D-210987 The subject operated the application for 2 days before SCP-5343 was returned to its containment. The subject reported minor memory loss. No evidence of cerebral wounding was detected. It's been concluded that SCP-5343's anomalous abilities take approximately one week to begin manifesting. D-658972 SCP-5343 was transferred onto a computer terminal. The subject was ordered to operate the application. The subject was unable to access SCP-5343, even while operating a virtual machine. It has been concluded that SCP-5343 can only be accessed on mobile devices. D-986714, D-185234 D-986714 was ordered to operate SCP-5343 for 3 days until transferring ownership to D-185234. D-185234 will use the application for an additional 3 days. D-986714 reported signs of memory loss while D-185234 was unaffected by SCP-5343. D-185234 admitted that they did not sign out of the application, and instead continued using D-986714's session. Subject D-185234 was terminated from the experiment. Addendum 5343-1: D-159823 was ordered to maintain a written journal at all times throughout the previously listed experiment. The recovered journal entries concerning SCP-5343 have been added below. Access Recovered Documents 5343-1 Close Recovered Documents 5343-1 Truth be told, I don't really know where to begin with this. I guess I should explain the situation, right? Hello, my name is Ryan and currently, I'm in some facility stuck inside of a cell. It's great, especially since they gave me this journal and a phone. I don't really know why I have this phone, but the smart-looking guys said that I needed to use it whenever I could. Going along from that, those guys also said that I had to use this app that I've never seen before. Thankfully, the app is the only one on the phone itself, so I can't possibly get it confused with something else. I'm still curious about how they deleted "Camera" and all the other apps from the phone, but I don't really care enough at this point to ask. I don't have much else to add right now. I think tomorrow they want to watch me use the phone and stuff, I guess so they can observe how I feel about it? I don't really know, but I'll have that to look forward to. Until then, I suppose. It's been about a day or so since my first entry. I spent some of last night and most of today trying to figure out how to use the app itself. It's really pretty, for what it is. The home-screen and the little buttons have this nice contrast to it that's really pleasing to the eye. When I first opened it, I was asked to "Subscribe now to see your personalized news feed!" I didn't exactly know what that meant, but I guess I'm a subscriber now. It's weird, it didn't ask for an email or an account when I signed up. It just accepted my request. It even knew my name, which I thought was odd at first. What's also weird is that the first article on the app actually talked about someone I once knew, a friend of mine named Ralph. I won't get into everything, but the gist was that he got some promotion at his job and was a prominent leader in the company. I mean, it's fantastic and all that he got promoted, but how did this app know about it? Ralph wasn't a super "popular" guy, so the article really took me for a surprise. But, now that I think about it, he does work at ███████ so I guess it does make sense. I'm probably overthinking it. I did see some other articles, about sports or whatnot, that piqued my interest. It's always nice to remember the outside world, and I know many of the other people that are locked up in here don't really have the same luxury. It was just… that article really freaked me out at first, but only because it was kinda personal. I should probably just relax, you know? I'll take some time to compose myself and probably go back to sleep. I'm starting to see a lot of articles about myself. Which, by the way, is absolutely fucking terrifying. How do they know all of this stuff? One of the posts even talked about my life in Indy when I was in high school, but how in the fuck did they find that? I've been looking through the app more and more, just to see what kind of information it has on me. None of these articles have author names or anything in them, so it's even more fucking terrifying. Is there someone with a camera in my room or something? I mean, I haven't found one or anything, so I don't think that's the case. I can't stop thinking about the "what if?" What if there is someone watching me at all times? What if someone knew everything about my life? It hurts my head to even think about it. I need to rest. After using this app for only about 4 days, I'm starting to really figure out how fucking weird it actually is. I have read a total of 13 articles and I've counted at least 6 so far that have talked about either someone I know or someone I love. How does it know this? I mean, I've heard about websites and stuff selling your data and having ads target you or whatever but this? The amount of information it has is horrifying. I've asked some of the doctor guys or whatever if I could stop using it, but they just keep telling me that the app is supposed to act like this. I guess I don't have much of a choice but I don't think they realize just how against the internet I really am. I didn't even have a social media account before I got locked up. Now they expect me to be okay with this? I want to just destroy the damn thing, but I know that would only cause me trouble down the line. So, I guess I'm stuck using this freaky app or whatever until the doctors take it back. Which is annoying as hell, but nothing I can control. Time to sleep then, I guess. I remember hearing something about "attention engineers" or whatever that try to get people addicted to phones. My friend from a few years ago tried to convince me that Facebook and Instagram would hire these people so they could figure out how to get customers to use their stuff more. I didn't believe him (or her?) at first, but after using this phone I'm starting to feel more convinced. I haven't stopped using the device since Tuesday, and that was days ago. Of course, the fact that I'm locked up in this cell doesn't really help with "entertainment." But still, I shouldn't be acting like this, right? Speaking of entertainment, there was this one article I read yesterday that really spooked me. The headline read, "PREDICTION: Darnell Will Fall?" It just talked about me falling down some flight of stairs or something. It didn't really say when it would happen, but that wasn't the thing that bothered me. Near the bottom of the article, it had this image of me sitting on the cot in my cell. How did this app get that photo?! I'm starting to think that whatever place I'm being held in is working with the people who made the app, and that's why there's a photo of me on there. I can't really prove it right now, but that has to be the reason. Why else would I need to keep doing this? I think this place is a cover-up for it. There's probably attention engineers right now that are watching my every step, trying to figure out how they can convince me to keep using the app. Fuck that, they'll need to try a little harder. I fell down some stairs today walking to dinner. This app is really getting to me. I've been reading more and more and it's gotten to the point now that I'm missing my family. I was so upset to see that Langely Pond was getting emptied out. My wife Laura and I, along with our daughter Jaden would go out there all the time to have fun. I remember one time when Jaden was still a baby where some drunk idiot fell into the pond while fishing for Bluegills. It was late in the evening, and he and his buddies were chilling out by the dock near us. When it happened, Laura begged me to jump in to save him. I guess she was afraid that he'd drown or something, but I'm pretty sure the fat dude could swim fine. Anyways, I went out and helped him and he gave us like, 20 bucks. I guess it was to say "thanks" but it really didn't do much for us. Hey, there's an article about Laura. The app says it's a spotlight, so I'm going to go read that. I'll write in here again later. It's been about two weeks since I started writing in this journal. The app has now started writing articles about people I don't really know about. Like today, the article was talking about some girl named Felicia and how she just died from a car accident. It was really sad and all, but I don't know who that is. The article said I knew her from elementary school. I wonder if she's maybe famous now? I'm really starting to miss my family back home. They cross my mind every day, but recently they've been the focal point of my thoughts for a while now. I hope they let me write another letter or two for Laura or little Jaden. I see their names in some of the articles and it's really nice to see things about them. On Wednesday I saw something about Jaden winning her first spelling bee at school. I also saw Laura getting promoted at her job, whatever it was. I'm happy for them both, even though they probably wish I was gone. I'm just going to leave this here. I don't know how much else I could add. I just want to go home now. It seems like the entire world is just… fucked. Every day I sit in here and cry about Jaden's safety. With all this talk in the news about outbreaks and school shootings, sometimes I wish I was around to teach her how to use a gun. Hell, I'd just be comfortable with seeing her go into second grade. But I can't, not anymore. Not after everything I've done. Over time, I've learned to just accept it, even if it hurts. Even if I can make it out of prison, my past will always come to haunt me. I just wish I did more for her before I left. I shouldn't take my frustrations out on some piece of paper. Maybe I should just lay down and go to sleep. Night. I woke up this morning to see that Laura apparently cheated on me with her boss. I had a check-in with some of the doctors today. They asked me how I felt and everything. I think it was their attempt at seeing whether or not the app has affected me. I told them that I felt fine. I didn't want to mention that what's-her-face some little bitch had been cheating on me for years. I don't know how many articles I've read. There must be hundreds though at this point. Sometimes I'll even skip lunch or dinner, just so I can catch up on my feed. Is that okay? I feel like I shouldn't do that, but I can't help it. I'm going to catch up on the stuff I missed. I'll come back to writing later. I don't even understand most of the topics in these articles anymore. It's like all the names and places are foreign to me. I wonder why the app would do this. It doesn't feel very "personalized" anymore, with the exception of my name popping up sometimes in the articles. I've tried reading through some of my journal entries, but not even those help anymore. I've also been getting some migraines recently. Nothing major, but definitely a pain in the ass. I think I'll go to the doctors and ask them to give me some medication. Hopefully, that will help me. Wold you look at that? It's been almost a week or so since I wrote in here. Guess I been busy with other things. I hope the people outside don't mind. (They wont tell my why I am in here. Did I do something wrong?) Oh, it is time to eat. I wonder what is on the menu. I have not eaten in forever… ben busy reading and whatnot. My head keeps hurting. Red something about a kid graduating to sekond grade. That's kool I guess. I dont know how that got on mi feed though. The doctors gave mi something called Tylenal. I did not know how to use it, so I asked if they could help me take it. I did not realize how difikult dificult hard it was to swallow something so small like that. My head hurts so much. I nede help but the doctors said they allredy gave me medisin. But I have not takin anything for it. None of thes artikles mak sense anymoe. wo aim i? make the paine stap. The subject was later found deceased in their cell. A final autopsy recovered from D-159823 reported a cerebral wound pattern that was similar to other subjects. This pattern has been deemed non-hazardous and can be observed below. WETHANKU WEHOPEUENJOYED. WE<3URSUPPORT. THX4URCONTRBUTION TOUNSUBSCRBEPLZTXT: ███-███-████ - WESTHEADMEDIA Footnotes 1. This includes areas where the subject is completely alone. 2. Individual was identified as Malcolm Stevenson, a freelance mobile application developer with possible connections into several Groups of Interest (GoI's) including "Are We Cool Yet?", Gamers Against Weed, and had even possessed an active account on the popular forum website Parawatch.net. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5343" by JakdragonX, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5343. 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-5344 | euclid | Recent photo of SCP-5344-1. Item #: SCP-5344 Special Containment Procedures: The former residence of Eve and Hannah Fitzgerald has been purchased, and is to remain under observation. Access is prohibited — unauthorized entry is considered high-priority for interdiction. Local investigations into missing person cases are to be monitored, reviewed, and flagged for markers consistent with SCP-5344. Law enforcement agencies are to be dissuaded from pursuing these cases. Weekly surveys are to be conducted of local insect populations. Any significant increase is to be reported to the acting Containment Director immediately. Significant increases in the population of insects within the Lampyridae family are to be additionally reported to the North American Regional Director. Description: SCP-5344 is a region of approximately 1.13 km2 that encompasses a residential zone within the Chicago suburb of Elmhurst, Illinois. SCP-5344 is centered on SCP-5344-1, a single-story house located at 1005 Townshead Rd., 60106. SCP-5344-1 is the childhood home of Elaine Fitzgerald, who occupied SCP-5344-1 from her birth in 1991 to her departure in 2011. Local records indicate that her parents (Eve and Hannah Fitzgerald) occupied the house from 1984 to 2015. No known relatives of Ms. Fitzgerald are currently alive. Ms. Fitzgerald does not recall any unusual phenomenon occurring during her residency, nor during her infrequent visits afterwards. Surveys of neighboring homes prior to their seizure provided no relevant information. No other individuals have occupied SCP-5344-1 since the deaths of Eve and Hannah Fitzgerald. Exhumations of SCP-5344-1's previous residents, as well as Ms. Fitzgerald's extended family, have uncovered nothing of note. As of 2020, SCP-5344 has been associated with 206 disappearances, with SCP-5344-1 linked to over half of these incidents. Addendum 5344-A (Exploration and Analysis Summary): Interior of SCP-5344-1. Ms. Fitzgerald's room was scrutinized due to her status as the sole surviving resident of SCP-5344-1. This space contained only standard furnishings and one binder of childhood artwork. Its contents were analyzed by Foundation-employed child psychologists and determined to contain no unusual themes, symbolism, or subtext. The artwork was subsequently destroyed at Ms. Fitzgerald's request. All other objects within SCP-5344-1 were evaluated according to standard classification metrics. The home's above-average number of crematory urns were flagged for further testing. Their removal from SCP-5344 failed to affect its size, location, or intensity. When queried, Ms. Fitzgerald noted attending a large number of funerals throughout her childhood in increasingly distant locations. Mounds of soil behind SCP-5344-1 were scanned with ground-penetrating equipment, then excavated. A variety of roots, loose stones, and other mundane objects were found within. Elevated levels of insect life were noted throughout all soil samples. These insects uniformly refused to eat when introduced to controlled laboratory conditions and subsequently expired. Crawl space beneath SCP-5344-1. The crawl space beneath SCP-5344-1 was investigated via SII autonomous mapping drones. This area was found to be unusually extensive, containing several dead-ends, looping passages, and piping of uncertain purpose. Three locations were identified in which a consistent 56 dB hum could be heard. Harmonic analyses suggested the noise to be biological in origin, though sources could not be identified. SII drones were further employed to examine HVAC systems. Interior ventilation networks exhibited similar complexity, including branches that emerged into spaces not listed on the structure's filed blueprints. When queried, Ms. Fitzgerald denied knowledge of the rooms in question. Investigators subsequently bored holes through adjoining walls for preliminary analysis, then cut entryways. Five rooms were discovered through this process. None contained any observable means of entry or egress. All were furnished with one light bulb attached directly to the house's electrical wiring and one wooden chair. The walls and floors of three rooms were found stained with dark, unidentified fluids. All rooms contained photography equipment manufactured in 1991. No photographs were found within SCP-5344-1. All unlisted rooms were found to connect with the attic through plastic tubing systems. While preliminary analysis of the attic had discovered nothing notable, thorough examination uncovered five floor panels that concealed metal basins. The basins were found stained with similar fluids. Other attic contents included 6 empty aquariums, 23 empty paint cans, and 134 metal screws of varying make. Extensive scuff marks across the floor could not be matched with any of these items. A sixth concealed basin was found to connect with Eve and Hannah Fitzgerald's bedroom through similar tubing, which prompted reevaluation of their living space. This process reached similar results. No unusual items were discovered within. No items were arranged in unusual patterns. No journals, diaries, or letters belonging to either individual were found. No notes of a personal nature were found. This investigation is considered complete and inconclusive. SCP-5344 containment efforts are ongoing. |
SCP-5345 | neutralized | Item#: SCP-5345 Level3 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo View of SCP-5345 from the southeast, exhibiting extensive erosion. Special Containment Procedures: A perimeter of 5 kilometers around SCP-5345 is maintained by Foundation naval assets posing as Korea Coast Guard to deter any civilian vessels that may come into proximity of SCP-5345. Shipping routes within the Yellow Sea have also been rerouted as to minimize any possible contact. The existence of SCP-5345 is obscured via operatives embedded in space administration institutions with satellite imaging capabilities, and the governments of the Republic and Democratic People's Republic of Korea. Description: SCP-5345 is an uninhabited island located in the Yellow Sea at 35°██'██.█"N, 125°██'██.█"E. The island contains several heavily damaged structures, believed to have been office blocks and warehouses. Numerous abnormal rock salt formations have been observed to protrude from the floors and walls inside and around these structures. It is noted that a significant amount resemble human beings. Thus far, 2 identical sets of thaumaturgic sigils of different sizes have been discovered, one of which had a diameter of 10 meters, and was bleached into the floor of a warehouse from regular usage. The other is approximated to have been several hundred kilometers in diameter, with only a fraction of the set being visible via aerial surveys. No activity was recorded during observation of these sets. Identified sigils bear marked similarities to those used in known ontokinetic manifestations, thaumaturgical rituals, and temporal alteration incantations for or related to divinity, teleportation, and seances. It is believed they served as ascendance rituals to access afterlife locations, allowing for the transportation of matter and entities. Very few documents have been found that describe the exact methods and resources required to conduct such rituals, and thus they have not been attempted. Geographical surveys indicate the island did not form by natural means, which has been corroborated by evidence of several major thaumaturgic events detected during psychometric analysis. It is currently understood that SCP-5345 was an inland region within a larger landmass that was displaced from consensus reality via thaumaturgic means. It is expected that SCP-5345 will fully collapse into the Yellow Sea within the next 80 years due to a combination of wave erosion and tectonic shifts. Discovery: SCP-5345 was discovered on 21/08/1987, following the detection of a spike in several energy signatures, including electromagnetic, Humic waves, Akiva radiation, and Elan-Vital Energy, from its current location during routine surveillance from several Foundation satellites. Obfuscation protocols were successfully enacted to obscure SCP-5345's existence from surveillance satellite-capable states. Foundation naval and aerial assets were dispatched to investigate the island and evaluate any potential threats, but found nothing of immediate concern. Expeditions into SCP-5345 were approved shortly afterwards. Addendum 5345.01: To date, numerous expeditions into SCP-5345 and its structures have been conducted. Identical insignia found on walls across several structures point towards SCP-5345 being the former site of a complex for an organization. Intact documents and audio recordings from interviews and surveillance recorders have been found in intact filing cabinets and safes. All recovered documents did not use the Hangul script, but instead used a modified version of the ʼPhags-pa script.1 Translated excerpts have been attached below. ▷ Access Recovered Media 5345-A ▽ Access Recovered Media 5345-A […] determined geopositioning sigils within concentric manifolds, circling an area large enough to cover the Motherland. It must be stressed once more that any individuals outside […] [WATER DAMAGE] […] kilometers of the activation site will not be transported during the process. It is expected that the displacement will be self-correcting, most likely resulting in the integration of the landmass into the underwater continental shelf, widening the Yellow Sea. The Ritual Committee predicts minimal backlash, and we can expect temporal alterations in basal reality on the order of a few weeks per ton per displacement event. Local SRAs (Scranton Reality Anchors) are currently in use to prevent the Project from erasing itself whenever displacement events occur, currently limited to a 1 kilometer radius. No backlash is expected to occur in this region, and is standard Project Regno protocol. Such contingencies […] [WATER DAMAGE] […] not repeat the same mistake the Saudis did.2 Maintenance of SRA synchronicity is of utmost importance, secondary only to development of the displacement processes. Due to factors beyond our control, the bulk of the backlash will be directed eastwards, in the general direction of the Daehan Empire.3 We'll leave it to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to figure that one out until we manage to completely displace the nation, after which their problems will be their own. Furthermore […] «BEGIN LOG» HAE: You would not believe how many times it comes up. It's ridiculous, almost every drone we send over returns corrupted data. KANG: Oh, I would know. We have to document and organize all that noise. If only I were in the Testing Committee, I would've— HAE: Here we go again. KANG: Hey, I have the right to complain about my disposition, alright? Just when I thought I'd finally get assigned to a Committee that actually works on something, I get hit with yet another Records assignment. My PhD in thaumaturgy might as well be wastepaper at this point. RYEO: I don't know, Narae. I'd count myself lucky to even be on the project. KANG: [Scoffs.] Says Mr. Poster-Boy-of-the-Ritual-Committee. [Hae is heard chuckling.] RYEO: Oh, shut up. For all you know, you're on some assignment blacklist after that sea serpent incident. KANG: It's just — If this project turns out to be the gateway to enlightenment like they keep telling us, then we have to make sure it's done right. I know I could contribute to that if only I was put in charge of something tangible. HAE: Documents and tapes are tangible, no? KANG: One of these days I'm going to receive a disciplinary for throwing a colleague out of a window. HAE: In all seriousness though, I've been told the issue is under the jurisdiction of the Ritual Committee, not Testing. Got anything, Ji-Hyun? RYEO: It's nothing serious. Geopositioning the ritual can be a hit or miss. KANG: So you're saying they keep missing, and that's why we haven't landed in a proper Otherworld yet? RYEO: Well uh, we haven't gotten the right sigils down but that's by no fault of our own. We're in the process of amending some parameters though, so we might be seeing something soon. «END LOG» PROJECT REGNO TRANSMISSION PRINTOUT ID 003528 (14/03/1985-21/03/1985) Fellow members, it is with great joy that I bring this news to the table. We have successfully sent an unmanned drone into an Otherworld, and had it return with photographs and video footage. You should find them attached to this transmission after the bleep. There is no greater beauty in this world than the one we share with our ancestors. God(s) speed us all. REGNO-BGS-DAK, "Big Sky" Video Log Drone ID ABX-002 — Timestamp 19:32:27 08/12/85 [00:00:00]: Drone completes systems check, audio and video feed come online. [00:00:01]: Only the soft whirring of the drone's wheels are heard. Camera currently oriented towards the sky, returning footage of black clouds superimposed over a deep red sky. The area is well-lit despite the absence of a visible sun. [00:00:05]: Drone reorients itself, returning footage of a long marble brick bridge suspended over an abyss. The bottom, if there is any, is obscured by thick fog. Attempts at navigation sideways along the bridge are followed by the entire structure shifting along with the drone. [00:00:13]: Drone is moved forwards. Bridge is noted to be empty. [00:00:58]: Signs of damage are noted on the bridge, ranging from scratch marks to large crevices. Burn marks are also recorded. Several structures are visible in the distance. Drone proceeds forwards. [00:02:24]: Structures are revealed to be 3 tall columns of indeterminate composition protruding out of the fog below. Drone does not possess adequate equipment nor reach to identify the column materials, but it is inferred from visual analysis that they are made of salt. [00:03:46]: Drone stops. It is unable to proceed further due to a large section of the bridge ahead being missing. In the absence of the drone's whirring, a very soft low humming sound can be heard. [00:03:49]: Drone reactivates to begin return process. Humming sound increases in volume. Audio and video quality begin to noticeably decline. [00:03:52]: Humming sound is now louder than the drone. Audio feed is interspersed by static, however it can be distinguished that the source of the humming is approaching from behind the drone. [00:03:54]: Audio and video feeds degrade beyond the point of practicality. [00:03:55]: Connection lost. Post-Exploration Review: Drone ABX-002 successfully returned, albeit heavily damaged. Recovered footage presents only successful instance of Otherworld exploration. Nature of damage to be ascertained, hostile Otherworld actors suspected. Research Committee currently working on improved drone design and peripherals. Ritual Committee presently posits explored Otherworld to be the Cinvatô Peretûm4, accessed by unintentional tunneling. «BEGIN LOG» HAE: I'd say it was a pyrrhic success. Shame about the drone, though. KANG: Imagine being sentimental for a drone with a camera that could only face forward. HAE: [Scoffs.] You know full well I advocated for the completion of the 360-degree camera before we proceeded with that test. Wonder what we could've saw coming up behind the drone. RYEO: Yeah, about that, the guys at Rituals aren't too sure about what that was exactly. Right now the consensus is that we sent the drone to Chinvat5 or an analogue, only problem is that neither should be having red skies nor damaged bridges. In fact, there should've been plenty of souls and at least 2 guardians there on the bridge, so whatever that was was probably not native to— KANG: Be that as it may, this is a crucial moment for the Motherland, and Chinvat isn't even our objective so there's no use ruminating on it. Blacklist those sigils and move on already. RYEO: Still, I think it's in our best interests to understand what exactly went on in there. Anyway, Lee managed to plot out some sigils to an otherworld within local cosmology. They'll be formally submitted soon. KANG: Things are finally in motion again! Say, Ji-Hyun, you think I can get a look at those sigils later? HAE: I will never understand you thaumaturge nerds. KANG: And yet you still have lunch with us. HAE: Touché. «END LOG» From the Vatican, 4 September 1985 Dear King Steffen IV of Anglesey-Vestland, His Holiness Ioannes Paulus I6 has re-evaluated the involvement of the Holy See in Project Regno. He appreciates the compassion had between faiths to bring about the existence of an endeavor such as Project Regno, but it is the current decision of His Holiness, and by extension the Holy See, to respectfully decline this invitation. His Holiness is of the understanding that such measures of entering Heaven pre-mortem are in opposition to the will of God, as is the Holy See of His papacy. Nonetheless, He is thankful that the Vatican was given such an opportunity. Assuring that the supplied equipment and machinery are safely returned, and of a remembrance in His Holiness's prayers, I am Yours sincerely in Christ, Monsignor G. Giovanna «BEGIN LOG» KANG: This is Dr. Kang, Records Committee, taking a statement from pilot subject Dr. Shin. Please state what you saw upon displacement. SHIN: As you know, during the displacement event there was a bright flash of light from the activation site. Once I had recovered from the flash and subsequent disorientation, I found myself floating— no, more like standing on air, if that makes sense, over a lake valley populated by lotus flowers. It was oppressively calm. I could not find any strength in my legs to move about. I could only sit down and observe. I saw clouds nestled between green valleys and mountains, some of which were not connected to the ground at all. Twin suns straddled the horizon on the eastern and western horizons. KANG: One of the Pure Lands7? SHIN: It must be. After some time, the suns fell below the horizon. I saw lights in the distance. Cities, perhaps. There were twin moons as well, rising from the north and south. KANG: You've reported discrepancies between the interval of displacement and your perception of the flow of time in the otherworld. Please reiterate your statements for the record. SHIN: I understand the displacement interval was set by the Testing Committee to be 10 minutes. In the otherworld, I counted approximately 200 days to pass before I returned. KANG: Did you experience any sensations of hunger or thirst, or any overarching emotions during your time in the otherworld? SHIN: No. In hindsight, I'd describe the entire trip as 'boring', if not peaceful. KANG: I've one more question before I can let you go. Did you encounter any inhabitants? SHIN: No. KANG: Thank you for your time and co-operation. «END LOG» * NOTICE TO PROJECT REGNO GROUPS We will be moving the deadline forward to 1st October 1987 in light of recent breakthroughs and developments. Please make any necessary preparations in advance. No exceptions will be made for personnel who do not finish unsettled business within the allocated timeframe. REMINDER: Remember to register your participation with your respective committees before 1st January 1987. «BEGIN LOG» KANG: It fits the general description, no hunger, no thirst, no aging, but we still have one problem: he didn't see anyone. This shouldn't be the case. How many times has that happened throughout the project? RYEO: 3 times, all occurring under West Korean supervision. We've never seen anyone in the otherworlds. This might just be something unique to Pure Lands and Asia in general. I'm sure if we get the Etrurians to do it here, they'd get the same results. KANG: It doesn't match up to the scriptures. I'm not expecting direct displacement into the courts of Shambhala, but still. Where are all the bodhisattvas? They couldn't have just upped and left, could they? And what about those lights they keep seeing? How the hell do we explain that? [Sighs.] We're going to be laughing stocks at the next conference. RYEO: Ah cheer up. Not every otherworld's got time dilation. KANG: Sure, and then what of mobility? Are we going to keep finding otherworlds where we can't even move? The Remenkhemi have already made contact with the inhabitants of their Aatu and mapped out the most of their otherworld as compared to the rest of us. Why must this be so hard? RYEO: Objectively, we've already achieved something great by sending Shin to a Pure Land and not one of the potential Hells. I'd suggest taking a day off from work, all this stress can't be good for you. KANG: I appreciate your concern, but we have a duty to the Motherland, and I will not achieve that by lying around in complacency. I'll see you in the next general committee meeting. «END LOG» «BEGIN LOG» KANG: — we have proper protocols in place for this! Thaumaturgy is nothing more than arcane physics and mathematics, if we want to add all this equipment and machinery we must be informed of the specifics to account for them! You can't just waltz in here with god-knows-what under a tarp and expect us t- AU: I don't think you understand the situation here. We have followed proper protocol and the machinery have already been accounted for in the displacement process. We're simply accelerating the process. I'd advise you stop making such a ruckus about it front of the entire work floor. KANG: Accelerating the— How is this acceleration? I checked the damn manifolds myself, I know for a fact you're swapping out equipment necessary for smoother displacement! I have the equipment manifest right here, it says you've replaced the Diderot HPS with… this is a drill rig, why do you need a- AU: Give me that! [Audible sounds of struggling.] KANG: Is that what this is? A mining operation piggybacking off the greatest endeavor in the nation's history? [Brief silence.] AU: What are you all looking at? Get back to work! As for you, Dr. Kang, you'll be lucky if you get to do the same. «END LOG» «BEGIN LOG» [Audio of conversation gradually becomes louder. The operation of a coffee machine can be heard in the background.] HAE: The whole thing's got at least 3 entire Committees in a frenzy, did you know that? RYEO: Gag order will probably come in soon. Would not be the first time this has happened, but all great projects have their obstacles, I guess. HAE: It is quite strange, if you think about it. How Shin went in sane and came out… like that. These things don't just happen to seasoned explorers just from adjusting the ritual by a few degrees. RYEO: These are uncharted waters, after all. His premature retirement will be a great loss to the project and the Motherland. HAE: I was there during his mental break, you know. The man was delirious. You couldn't ignore his ramblings even if you tried. RYEO: Oh really? What did he say? [Audible slurping of liquid, presumably coffee.] HAE: That the lights we keep seeing aren't cities. They're fires. «END LOG» Addendum 5345.02: As of the most recent expedition into SCP-5345, the epicenter of a previously undocumented thaumaturgic sigil was discovered in a warehouse, identical to the other sets but centered around metallic debris.8 A thaumaturgically reinforced safe and two rock salt formations were found next to the sigils. The safe was recovered and sent to Site-52 for inspection and subsequent storage. Several documents and cassettes were found in the safe after Foundation personnel managed to unseal it. ▷ Access Recovered Media 5345-B ▽ Access Recovered Media 5345-B Note: Alterations to documents in handwritten form are denoted in red text. Dr. Kang Narae, We understand your concerns regarding the feasibility of a smooth and complete displacement of our nation into the selected Otherworld. However, your recent actions, especially your dispute with Manager Au Min-Ho from the Committee of Investments, are detrimental to the morale of the Project Regno Committees. As you know, the deadline for complete displacement is fast approaching, and we cannot afford any further delays, and as such you have been reassigned to a separate Project for greater efficiency. Kindly report to the Committee of Thaumaturgy, Subcommittee of Process Maintenance on Monday. — Director Ma Bon-Hwa, Overseer Committee «BEGIN LOG» [The sound of a door closing is heard.] KANG: Ah, there you are, Ji-Hyun. RYEO: Wait, why are you packin— KANG: I've been reassigned. [Silence for a few seconds.] RYEO: Should I be celebrating or..? KANG: What? No, I've been kicked to another project entirely. Look Ji-Hyun, listen carefully. The Overseers are fucking it all up. The chaebols have their hands everywhere. This entire project is being run with corporate funds. RYEO: Hey, if this is about the drill thing, they're only taking geological samples for lab analysis. KANG: That's not even the half of it. You are familiar with the stories of Jeongtu, yes? RYEO: Sure, my mother used to— KANG: There it is. There used to be a lot more to those stories, things only your grandparents could tell you. Whatever your mother told you was probably some spiel approved by the government. I still remember the ones my grandmother told me, and alongside the warm fuzzy tales of reuniting with loved ones and attaining enlightenment and inner peace, that the mountains of Jeongtu were rich in metals and gems. That's what they're after. RYEO: Narae, what are you talking about? KANG: Project Regno, and by extension the noble goals of the Motherland, have fallen into the hands of our private sector financiers. In the pursuit of enlightenment, we are prostrating ourselves to greed and vice. [Silence for a few seconds.] RYEO: I'm sorry, I— KANG: Please, Ji-Hyun. At the very least, look into the equipment manifests and any material exchanges with the Committee of Investments. They literally gave away a reality anchor last week. I'd show you but they've already revoked my access this morning. RYEO: [Sighs.] Alright, fine. Try not to get yourself fired for good in the other site, you hear me? KANG: Thank you, Ji-Hyun. [A door is heard opening and closing.] [Shuffling noises are heard.] KANG: There you are, you little— «AUDIO DISCONNECTED» PROJECT REGNO BRIEF Approved for distribution by the Committee of Information (04/08/1987) OVERVIEW The study of Otherworlds was first pioneered by the occultist Giordano Bruno in the 16th century, whose views would be misinterpreted as belief in extraterrestrial worlds for the next 300 years. Fortunately, his works have not been lost to the annals of history. New advances in thaumaturgy have allowed for the confirmation of his texts on Otherworlds, primarily the De Umbris Mundos, a primitive but foundational interpretation from a modern viewpoint. Now, it is not only possible to study these Otherworlds, which so vary by geography and culture, but to cross over into them as Man has set foot on the Moon. GOALS Derive a defined and sustainable thaumaturgical process to breach the primum claustra.9 Done Establish a safe process for the displacement of survey and exploratory drones into Otherworlds. Done Establish a safe process for the displacement of individuals into Otherworlds. Done Establish Otherworld communications system (Bifröst). Done Establish plausible obfuscation protocol for uninvolved states. Done Establish a safe process for the displacement of a defined area into Otherworlds. Done Achieve state transcendence/enlightenment/apotheosis for all project members. Not yet done AFFILIATE MANIFEST10 United Kingdom of Anglesey-Vesthaven Departed Order of Aztlán Departed Republic of Basotoland Departed Bod Departed Free Republic of Dakotah Departed Kingdom of Etruria Departed Federation of Hiva Departed Kingdom of the Remenkhemi Departed Kingdom of Saudi Arabia Withdrew Republic of West Korea Vatican City State Withdrew I did some digging as you asked. You should find the entire revised equipment manifest in this folder. They've added another 7 tons of industrial equipment to the list. I'll admit it, you were right. We're the only ones who haven't departed, at least not completely. Not even the other project members have any intention of tethering themselves to the mundane world, and yet we're out here receiving shipments of gold and rare earth metals that will leave the country into the hands of corporations that aren't even coming along. Who knew the greatest motivation to violate the laws of thermodynamics would be the free market? I'm scheduled to be displaced next week, so this will probably be the last message you get from me for a while. Guess I'll see you on the other side, Narae. — Dr. Ryeo Ji-Hyun Bifröst Communications System Transcript Printout ID 005691 (13/08/1987-20/08/1987) REGNO-HWK-HVA: Hawaiki commsys reporting. Requesting confirmation of anomalous activity at other REGNO sites. Red sky phenomena recorded. Repeat, red sky phenomena recorded. Over. REGNO-BGS-DAK: Big Sky commsys reporting. Confirming similar anomalous activity at Big Sky REGNO Site. Please advise. Over. REGNO-FDG-KAV: Fiddler's Green commsys […]ting. Comm[…] interference by […] unverified […] advise. Over. REGNO-SAR-RMK: Sekhet-Aaru commsys reporting. Requesting status from FDG. Over. REGNO-FDG-KAV: Not local inhabit[…] phenomena. Repeat, not loc[…]bitants nor phenomena. Anom[…] [RADIO SILENCE] REGNO-TLC-AZT: Tlālōcān commsys reporting. [THUNDER HEARD] No anomalous activity recorded. Repeat, no [THUNDER HEARD] negative, anomalous activity recorded. Over. REGNO-SAR-RMK: Requesting elaboration, AZT. Over. REGNO-TLC-AZT: Raining [THUNDER HEARD]od. Repeat, raining blood. Oh for fu[LOUD THUD HEARD] Divine inhabitant incapacitated, repeat, divine inhabitant incapacit[…] [RADIO SILENCE] REGNO-SBL-BOD: Shambhala commsys reporting. Requesting update on anomalous activity from any REGNO sites. Over. REGNO-APD-ETR: Asphodel commsys reporting. Red sky phenomena recorded. Repeat, red sky phenomena recorded. Over. REGNO-MOS-BST: Mosima commsys reporting. Red sky phenomena recorded. Repe[…]ed sky phenomena recor[…]ver. REGNO-BGS-DAK: Anomalous activity record[…]peat, anomalous activity recorded. Local and displaced inhabitants affected. Please […]vise. Over. REGNO-SAR-RMK: Requesting elaboration, BGS. Over. REGNO-BGS-DAK: […]bitants covered in black […] unverified, thaumat[…]ontingencies ineffective, eigenwe[…] ineffective. Give […] hell. Ov[…] [RADIO SILENCE] Bifröst Communications System Transcript Printout ID 005692 (20/08/1987-27/08/1987) REGNO-JGT-WKO: Jeongtu commsys reporting. Apologies for the delay. Over. REGNO-JGT-WKO: Repeat, Jeongtu commsys reporting. Please respond. Over. REGNO-JGT-WKO: Is anyone receiving. Over. REGNO-JGT-WKO: Hel[…] contact REG[…] affected. Ple[…] [RADIO SILENCE] «BEGIN LOG» RYEO: — sure this will work? It took almost a month to displace all of us here and you're trying to send us back by piggybacking off the anchor? Is that even possib— KANG: Ji-Hyun, kindly shut up and pass me that recorder. [Shuffling noises are heard.] KANG: I am Dr. Kang Narae of the Ministry of Abnormal Affairs under the Republic of West Korea, and this is Dr. Ryeo Ji-Hyun. He's putting everything he can get his hands on into this safe which we're sending back to the… regular world? Along with this facility. I am recording this while completing the sigils to do so. [Gunfire can be heard in the distance.] KANG: We're part of Project Regno, the documents in the safe should explain what it is. We got here late, and we don't know what happened to the others. Our site is currently under attack from uh… multiple hostile entities, and in terms of appearance… off-color flames? Look, I don't even have the slightest idea what they are because we all get nauseous just from looking at them. Definitely not something native to Earth nor the otherworlds so— [Audible screams and louder gunfire in the background. Audio quality decreases.] RYEO: It's here, hurry up! KANG: Do not follow us. Heaven has been compromised. I repeat, heaven has been [DATA CORRUPTED] «END LOG» Addendum 5345.03: As of 26/07/2027, the area surrounding SCP-5345 has been noted to experience an increase in radio miscommunications due to interference from an unverified source. Reclassification of SCP-5345 from Neutralized to an active anomaly currently pending review. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5345" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5345. 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: bigsky.jpg Name: Bisons d'Amérique DSCF6073.jpg Author: [https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/User:Musicaline] License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: [https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Bisons_d%27Am%C3%A9rique_DSCF6073.jpg] Filename: bigsky.jpg Name: Sunflower field Milky Way.jpg Author: [https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/User:Juliancolton] License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: [https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sunflower_field_Milky_Way.jpg] Filename: westkostack.jpg Name: Kirk Stack - geograph.org.uk - 908549.jpg Author: [https://www.geograph.org.uk/profile/9715] License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source: [https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Kirk_Stack_-_geograph.org.uk_-_908549.jpg] Footnotes 1. An alphabet developed by and for use within the Yuan Dynasty, falling out of use by the 14th century. 2. Believed to refer to the 1980 Rub' al Khali Incident, which saw the loss of several Foundation and GOC personnel. 3. Believed to be a non-existent political entity on the Korean Peninsula. 4. Bridge connecting the living world to the afterlife in Zoroastrian cosmology. 5. Colloquial term for the Cinvatô Peretûm. 6. Document is believed to be anachronistic, as Pope John Paul I died in 1978. 7. A type of celestial realm prevalent in Mahayana Buddhism. 8. Analysis of the debris has revealed similarities to a regular Scranton Reality Anchor, however a significant portion of components remain unidentified. 9. Interpreted as the barrier between realms in Franciscan hermeticism. 10. With the exception of Saudi Arabia and the Vatican City, none of these political entities have ever been recorded to exist during the 1980s, if at all. |
SCP-5346 | esoteric-class | JakdragonX Author Page | Discussion | Feeling Lucky? More by JakdragonX: SCP-6200 -- INSOMNIUM SCP-2744 — [ENTRY REMOVED FROM DATABASE] Project Proposal 2014-012: "Portraits of the Trees" Item #: SCP-5346 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the extreme rarity of SCP-5346 events, Foundation personnel have determined any full-scale preventative directives immediately concerning the anomaly to be unnecessary.1 Any individuals that are affected by SCP-5346 are to be immediately transferred into Foundation custody. If these events become fatal to said individuals, the resulting SCP-5346-1 instances are to be temporarily transferred to a Foundation morgue until the cause of their expiration can be investigated. All media reports concerning SCP-5346 are to be falsified. Researchers immediately involved in the anomaly's continued investigation must maintain extreme caution towards obsessive tendencies concerning themselves and SCP-5346. Personnel are required to undergo psychological evaluations handled by Foundation staff in the event of any unusual or suspicious behavior. If said behavior is confirmed to be affected by — or tangentially related to — SCP-5346's inherent properties, the usage of Class E amnestics towards the affected individuals have been authorized. Description: SCP-5346 is a cognitohazardous phenomenon that may manifest upon viewing a specific scene of the 1994 film titled Forrest Gump, which will result in severe cranial trauma to the viewer. The cause of this affliction has yet to be fully determined. This segment, known for the phrase, "My momma always said life [REDACTED] like a box of chocolates,"2 spoken by the film's protagonist Forrest Gump, does not exhibit any outward anomalous effects. However, expired victims of SCP-5346, otherwise known as SCP-5346-1, all previously shared an obsession over the particular scene and the phrasing of the quote, which is considered to be the primary trigger in causing SCP-5346 events to manifest. SCP-5346-1 is largely centralized towards long-time admirers, film analysts, and popular conspiracy theorists. How SCP-5346 determines individuals remains unknown, but is currently being investigated. At the time of this document's publication, only ███ recorded SCP-5346 events have been discovered. Discovery: Foundation web crawlers were alerted of a potential anomaly after monitoring the popular forum website Parawatch.net, which convinced Foundation personnel to launch an official investigation. Added below are several discovered posts before they were removed by Foundation programs. All surviving individuals have since been amnestized per standard protocol. RageTheComic 03/21/12 (Wed) 23:50:12 #68491173 So due to recent events, I've been binging many old childhood movies during my spare time at home. This included older Disney movies, the Matrix trilogy, some past animes like DBZ, and even a few seasons of Spongebob and the like. Is it weird? Maybe. But anyway, as I was searching for movies, I happened to also stumble upon another classic. This movie, which mostly moved my parents and other friends at the time, was one of my favorite films of my childhood. Forrest Gump, the novel/motion picture that reimagined the American spirit and triumph, was instantly added to my queue of films to watch at home once I rediscovered it in my attic boxes. So, last night, I actually got to watch it. And… I'm concerned. Not about Forrest Gump as a character or anything, but because of this line: "Momma always said life is like a box of chocolates." I vividly remember this quote, and when it came to the moment that the protagonist said it, I was beyond excited. But… this wasn't the line that I remembered. It was actually much different: "Momma always said life was like a box of chocolates." Now, I'm not trying to start anything, but this SCREAMS of conspiracies. Why hasn't anyone mentioned this much, much earlier? I mean, why do so many people misquote this line? I remember someone a long time ago mentioning something about the "Mandela Effect," but this feels much more sinister than "false memories." I mean, after watching this scene, I couldn't even focus on Gump as a character. Like, beforehand, he was the "good guy" of the story. But, why does it feel different now that I've rewatched it? Is it just me? I think I'm going to do some more research on it. RageTheComic, signing out fullhamslam01 03/21/12 (Wed) 23:55:49 #38492763 I can't believe someone actually posted this. I was just thinking about this not too long ago, and honestly, I feel the exact same way. This movie gives me the creeps every time I watch it, and I have no idea why. Well, I didn't. But with the help of RageTheComic, I'm almost inclined to agree. Forrest Gump, throughout the movie, is unnecessarily odd. And not in the obviously intentional portrayal of him that I remember. It's like he's watching us, almost from over the screen. I never understood why I thought this, and it was even odder to me that I couldn't remember his line clearly. I'm betting this has something to do with an unstable time-lapse in our reality. Maybe someone went back in time and changed this line? But, if that is the case, WHY? I don't know, and it's aggravating. OP, help a friend out? lynch1ng 03/23/12 (Fri) 11:22:34 #57328649 Bro I'd be too scared to admit this on something like Parawatch but since it's out in the open I also agree, and on multiple fronts. It's like, the more I think about it, the more real it becomes… Idk how else to explain it. I've been putting this movie on repeat lately to try to figure out whats going on myself and, let me just say now; there is definitely something weird happening with this movie. marmiduke 03/24/12 (Sat) 05:24:35 #57492759 Yall are insane. I've seen this movie atleast a hundred times and still have yet to be this spooked about it. And there's already been several conspiracies about the mandela effect??? Like, legit, what in the blazing HELL are you on? Yall are dumb lol. RageTheComic 04/05/12 (Thurs) 13:23:14 #57382192 UPDATE POST: I haven't been able to stop thinking about Forrest Gump for two whole weeks. It's like, every time I close my eyes, I picture him to be even more… different… then the last time. Like, three weeks ago, I thought he was a cute and relatable guy and that Tom Hanks did a fantastic portrayal of him. But now, I'm not even so sure that it was really our Tom Hanks. But the difference doesn't stop with just the Gump "character" for me. Not anymore. Let me explain: Did anyone else notice the weird oddities of the film itself? The uncomfortable glances towards the camera, or the odd moments where it felt that the characters were referring to you? It only starts happening after the "Life was like a box of chocolates" line, which makes me believe that this line is like, a primary trigger. I know it appears that I'm rambling, but try to listen to me here. Forrest Gump is much more than just a friendly, light-hearted film. Its a calling, maybe a subtle nod towards us theorists about the plausibility of an "alternate universe." I don't have the time to go through the exact details, but I strongly encourage you all to watch these videos: - https://www.youtube.com/HrI19573FHake - https://www.youtube.com/gjw87GahIsnA - https://www.youtube.com/a391abfj18fn2 They all take deep dives into the specifics of Forrest Gump and the possibility of the movie-making connections between another reality and our own. They go into all of the weird oddities of the film, which goes way beyond Forrest Gump himself. Meanwhile, I'm going to remain at home and contemplate. RageTheComic, signing out. farcicik 04/05/12 (Thurs) 14:14:49 #58127467 Are you legit serious about all of this? I can't actually tell. notflopys 04/05/12 (Thurs) 16:54:22 #58182736 This is literally Parawatch. What were you expecting, farcicik? But really, this sounds like another generic theory for an already proven phenomenon. Can we move on already from this movie? RageTheComic 04/07/12 (Wed) 06:56:26 #67481346 Please get him to stop. I'm scared. I'm absolutely terrified. It used to be that I could just think about the movie and not have to worry about feeling worried that someone was watching me. But now it's different. I'm obsessed. I swear, it's like he's even in my room sometimes. Occasionally, I'll see brief images of his face, sometimes in a wicked smile or a satisfied grin. But whenever I go to take another look, he disappears. It's almost like I'm hallucinating, but… it feels real. Is this even real? It must be fake. This has to be my imagination playing tricks on me, right? There's simply no other explanation. Maybe I'm going delirious? I don't know exactly, and I don't mean to bog the thread down with ridiculous sentiments like I am right now. But frankly, no one else will listen. I've been locking all my doors at night, making sure to close off any entry points into my home. I have to be going crazy, right? I think I am. RageTheComic, signing out. jakiswacklol 04/07/12 (Wed) 07:15:42 #57182756 Is Tom Hanks not allowed to leave his house now or something? Lol. Addendum 5346-1: Agents assigned to monitor these targetted Parawatch forums noticed that multiple users, including fullhamslam01 and lynch1ng, became inactive shortly after publishing posts related to SCP-5346. Because these users had previously displayed daily activity before referencing SCP-5346, a recovery operation by Foundation staff was proposed. On 06/20/2012, personnel were only successful in locating user RageTheComic, also known as Jaxon Collins, who was discovered to have been deceased for several weeks inside of his apartment located in Chicago, Illinois. After a detailed analysis of the premises, Foundation personnel found the victim's cellphone and discovered a finalized draft of what appears to be an update towards his original post. I'm not crazy. I know I'm not. This… thing is definitely onto me. I'm currently hiding in a closet, forcing myself not to burst into tears. I hear it walking around my hallways. It lingers, constantly surrounding me at all times. This thing is not Gump. Hell, it's not even human. It's hungry… whether it be for revenge or blood, I'm not exactly sure… but that doesn't matter now. I've called the police, but they won't be here in time to save me. Nor would they believe me if I told them about the monster that was hunting me down. I want to scream so badly, but I'm too terrified to throw away my life that quickly. Please… do not fall down the rabbit hole. Save yourself. Or it'll come for you too. RageTheComic, signing out. Following the recovery of Jaxon Collins, an autopsy of the remains revealed that the subject suffered from severe cranial blunt force trauma. The infliction matched with all similar cases that were subsequently discovered. Additionally, following several investigations within the victim's residence, a note was discovered near the entry door. This note has been attached to this documentation for further analysis: Access Recovered Note Close Discovered Note MAMA ALWAYS SAID TO STAND UP TO SNITCHES. Footnotes 1. Standard protocols, including suppression of critical information and general prevention of public knowledge involving SCP-5346 and other related phenomena, have been excluded from these directives. 2. The following information has been redacted to lessen the likelihood of a spontaneous SCP-5346 event from manifesting within Foundation personnel. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5346" by JakdragonX, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5346. 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-5347 | esoteric-class | by Elunerazim A Manifestation of SCP-5347-1 off the coast of Carpenteria, California (Right). Item #: SCP-5347 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5347-1 is currently uncontainable by Foundation efforts due to the failsafes of those who did not flee to the arboraceous nomenclative hazard, though it is largely contained by the effects of SCP-5347-2. Photographic and visual evidence of SCP-5347-1 has been discredited due to its resemblence to a Fata Morgana1, and entry to SCP-5347-1 has been deemed impossible by any means outside of SCP-5347-2. SCP-5347-2 is known only to occult groups and thus requires no special containment procedures. The proliferation of an unrelated non-anomalous meme has made a part of SCP-5347-2's procedure a common phrase in certain communities, and as such has led to an exponential increase in victims of SCP-5347-2 since May 2020. New information regarding the procedures of SCP-5347-2 should be reported to the SCP-5347 Research Head. Description: SCP-5347-1 is a partially-submerged island off the coast of Hy-Brasil. Due to the transitive nature of Hy-Brasil itself, SCP-5347-1 has appeared at multiple locations, usually appearing approximately 3 nautical miles off the coast of a calm and temperate beach. Attempts to approach SCP-5347-1 by any form of non-anomalous travel has been deemed impossible, as despite attempting to approach SCP-5347-1, any vehicles or persons appear to move in place approximately 1 mile from SCP-5347-1. SCP-5347-1 will maintain its position for exactly 3, 5, 13, or 17 days before disappearing under heavy fog. SCP-5347-1 uniformly manifests with identical topology and size. Slight shifts, such as felled trees, fishing nets, and small signal or cooking fires indicate individuals sent to SCP-5347-1 remain active between manifestations. Sub-surface imaging has revealed large cocoon-like pods attached to the island's coast. SCP-5347-2 is a series of thaumic rituals and triggers which, when enacted properly, teleport an individual to SCP-5347-1. The current specifics of SCP-5347-2 are unknown, though certain aspects and phrases have been identified in Document Hayforth-ESHU. Findings of Document Hayforth-ESHU was a book obtained from college student and amateur occultist Vanessa Hayforth following her 1966 entry to the Pseudonymous Timberland. It described several occult rituals, including some mentions of SCP-5347-2. Much of the document's mentions were unclear, but the following mentions could be gleaned: The subject sent to SCP-5347-1 must be painted with ceremonial tattoos and markings. This is believed to be a purely ceremonial aspect of the ritual, as no victims of SCP-5347-2 have been known to have been painted with such markings. The subject sent to SCP-5347-1 must be of fae bloodlines, or have had their ancestors sworn to a fae blood pact - due to the proliferation of fae geneology during the first occult war, approximately 70% of humans alive today are believed to have trace amounts of fae blood. The subject sent to SCP-5347-1 must be within "three times five times 13 times 17 Deiscéim"2 of the current manifestation of SCP-5347-1. The subject sent to SCP-5347-1 must be told the exact phrase "You are going to Hy-Brasil" + Addendum 1 - Hide An example of a typical SCP-5347-2 triggering image. Addendum 1: In early 2020, a non-anomalous image macro was proliferated around the internet with unfortunate similarity to the specific trigger phrase of SCP-5347-2. Due to this, an on-going coverup campaign is in progress. Footnotes 1. A type of mirage where an island or ship appears to float above the horizon 2. a classical Celtic unit of measurement, equal to 1.5 meters. 3315 Deiscéim is equal to approximately 5 kilometers. |
SCP-5348 | safe | by Elunerazim An instance of SCP-5348 ordered at Ambrose SanFran Item #: SCP-5348 Special Containment Procedures: Any instances of SCP-5348 obtained are to be sufficiently diluted and disposed of under non-anomalous refuse or composting procedures. Undercover agents may dispose of SCP-5348 instances via consumption or other non-standard forms at their own discretion. Any documentation regarding SCP-5348 outside of Foundation custody are to be destroyed or confiscated. A copy of the recipe for SCP-5348, as written in Ambrosia,1 is currently stored as Document 5348.2 at the Site-15 non-anomalous Document Storage Wing. Description: SCP-5348 is a soup entrée produced by Ambrose Restaurants, listed on the menu as "Mama Ambrose's Creamy Mushroom Bisque". Appearing similar to a traditional cream of mushroom soup, SCP-5348 consists primarily of goat cream and grated chanterelle mushrooms. When consumed, SCP-5348 causes feelings of warmth, relaxation, and other sensations generally considered "comforting". The amount eaten to trigger this effect varies for each individual, though it has been shown to be around one half of the serving size described in Ambrosia (1±.23 liters) When measured with a handheld EMF meter, SCP-5348 releases a constant wave of 11.9 mG, though no further magnetic effects have been found. Addendum 1: The following letters were discovered in a drawer in a raided Ambrose Restaurants location. Dear Charlie, I know you're doing your own thing with the magic stuff, and I know I haven't exactly been supportive, and I'm sorry. You have every right to be mad at me, but please… come visit Mom when you get a chance. She's not doing well, and I don't know how much longer she has. I'm sure you're busy, but this could be the last time, and I don't know. Please just come home. Your bro, Matthew Charlie, Mom says thanks for the casserole you sent. It smelled beyond horrible, but I think she was happy enough to hear from you that she ate it anyway. I don't know if it was because it was magic or just awful, but it stunk up the whole damn hospice, and the nurses still give me dirty looks. She seemed to perk up a bit, I guess. Look, man: She appreciated it, but just show up. Half an hour, that's all it'll take to make her day, okay? Matthew. Chaz, I know what you're doing. Every time you send food it has that same awful smell. I had the staff sanitize the whole room, but it still stinks like the shit you shake out of a lawnmower bag. Every time you send another tin of cookies or fruit medley or whatever the fuck it is you're feeding her, she gets a little better for a while. A little stronger. And then she gets worse. Whatever you're giving her isn't working, Chaz. Stop with the goddamn enchanted chicken nuggets and visit your goddamn mother while you still can. –Matt She died last night. She kept asking where you were. I hope you're happy, you piece of shit. –Matt On top of these letters was an unaddressed envelope, attached below. Mattie, She would have wanted it this way. –Chaz A copy of Document 2 was attached. Document 2: Excerpt from Ambrosia Equipment: Large stock pot EVE Siphon2 Stand mixer Ingredients: 2 quarts chicken broth (Recipe on pg. 37) 1 pound chanterelle mushrooms, roughly chopped 1 large shallot 300 grams goat butter, chilled 6 tablespoons all-purpose flour 15 Kj of Elan-Vital energy from the specter of Michelle Ambrose Any benevolent spirit works, though they must have been properly marinated with Ambrose Restaurants Soul Bouillion® A Note From Chaz: My love of cooking started at a young age, and my mother is to thank for that. While my father was often…"indisposed", my mother spent hours sitting with my brother and me, cooking delicious meals and laughing until our bellies hurt. I truly believe her greatest joy was in feeding others, and with her passing, I wanted to keep that dream going. So I sincerely hope all of you will enjoy Mama Ambrose's Creamy Mushroom Bisque– it's a true family recipe. Here at Ambrose Restaurants, we know nothing hits the spot like some good hearty soul food. Footnotes 1. A cookbook released by GoI-116, Ambrose Restaurants 2. Commercial name for the Marshall Carter and Dark brand "RΩ Elan Transposer", a paratechnological appliance which absorbs energy from spirits, distilling into a pure EVE liquid. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5348" by Elunerazim, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5348. 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: soup Name: Creamy mushroom soup and malt bread at restaurant Frans & Amélie.jpg Author: JIP License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: ambrose-logo.png Name: Ambrose Restaurants Author: Sunnyclockwork License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: DeviantArt |
SCP-5349 | safe | by Elunerazim Item Number: 5349 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5349 is to be kept in the non-hazardous section of the Site 96 Anomalous Literature Wing. Researchers seeking copies of the document should contact STF μ-12 “Book Club with the Gals” for approval. Three members of the Tactical Theology Department stationed as members of the Northern Ireland Environmental Agency have remained on-site at Grey Abbey, the discovery site of SCP-5349, to apprehend any future anomalous activity. Description: SCP-5349 is a copy of the Latin Vulgate Bible, showing visual and formatting similarities to the 1454 Mazarin Bible printed by Johannes Gutenberg. The pages, though visually similar to vellum and paper, are genetically and texturally identical to the elytra and wing film of keratinous insects. DNA analysis suggests a genetic match to the extinct Cicadetta luculenta. SCP-5349’s exterior, printing method, estimated age, and written layout seem to be identical to other copies of the Gutenberg bible. SCP-5349’s exterior and formatting appear largely identical to non-anomalous copies of the Gutenberg Bible, with two deviations: SCP-5349 has 42 lines per page on every page, whereas original copies begin with larger type-face 40 line pages before switching to 42 lines. SCP-5349’s flourishes and visual christian iconography have been amended to include cicadas, especially in depictions of Jesus Christ. In addition, SCP-5349’s writings deviate strongly from the original writings of traditional Gutenberg Bibles. Many instances of symbolism and proverbs appear to be taken literally, and many instances of merciful acts or forgiveness have been changed or removed. Noticeably, SCP-5349 contains two additional biblical books, titled “The Book of Luculentus” and “The Gospel of Johnny”. Excerpts from SCP-5349: When they came to the place where God told them to go, Abraham built an altar. He carefully laid the wood on the altar. Then he tied up his son Isaac and laid him on the altar on top of the wood. Then Abraham reached for his knife to kill his son. But the angel of the Lord stopped him. The angel let loose its holy buzzing, and Abraham began convulsing with devotion to his God. He stood aside as the angel descended, and watched as the vigil of God reduced Isaac to bones, rending flesh and carrying his soul to heaven. Now on his way to Jerusalem, Jesus traveled along the border between Samaria and Galilee. As he was going into a village, ten men who had leprosy met him. They stood at a distance and called out in a loud voice, “Jesus, Master, have pity on us!” When he saw them, he reached out a hand and healed their suffering. The men shed their bittered husks, emerging from their larval shells as angels. The messiah heard their buzzing, and in his kindness bequeathed to them his sacrament. Researcher’s Note: Bannock, For a long time we thought 3004, Cousin Johnny, it was some fluke, some bastardization by a confused bug diety. Some bug-eyed minor god got it in its head that it was God, capital-G God, and started doing some weird Jesus stuff. After finding this… I'm not so sure. See, I don't think 3004 is confused. I think it's… it's coming from somewhere else. Looking at the Akiva around where we found 5349, it's not a normal distribution like you'd expect. It's more like a puncture wound. Immense force with a sharp point just punching a hole in our world. And if that hole is big enough to fit a bible, a messiah, a god- we need to plug it up fast. I’m officially requesting assistance from the MDV-HIVE initiative. I know when we’re in over our head, and us analysts at 96 don’t have the skills (or funding!) of your Tact-Theo boys down at 27. Look, Bannock… I don’t know if I can help all that much, but I have a grudge with these cicada fucks. They got Ozid a couple years ago, and he’s not in a good way. If there’s anything I can do to help, give the word- nothing squashes bugs like a rolled up magazine. Incidentally, 3004-2 sightings have been popping up more and more recently. They’re technically made of wood, I guess, so the pesticides have been proven ineffective. Maybe something that can eat em up? You’re the expert, but just thinking out loud. - Elijah Razim ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5349" by Elunerazim, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5349. 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-5350 | keter | Item #: SCP-5350 Special Containment Procedures: An international ad campaign is to be launched advocating for the consumption of plant-based products, and to eschew eating meats. Vaccinations in the forms of thaumaturgically-enhanced flu vaccines and memetic agents reducing the urge to eat meat are to be distributed among the global populace. Those infected with SCP-5350 are to be placed into permanent quarantine, until the subject has expired or recovered. MTF Beta-7 "Maz-Hatters" is responsible for clean up and disposal of animals infected with SCP-5350. Infected animals are to be neutralized and remains cremated. Gen+ and Gen++ technology is to be used to systematically destroy and recreate portions of the biosphere, slightly editing the genome of recreated species to be immune to SCP-5350. A sample of SCP-5350 is to be retained in Site-14, a dedicated anomalous diseases research facility. Informational pamphlet that was widely distributed by the WPO and the CADC (Center for Anomalous Disease Control). Expand image. Description: SCP-5350 is a thaumaturgically altered pathogen derived from the influenza virus, that spontaneously grows into a fully functional eye (SCP-5350-A) on contact with mammal tissue. These eyes are often nonhuman in physical appearance, and can exhibit conflicting biology with its host. SCP-5350-A are filled with an aqueous solution containing more SCP-5350; the eyes easily burst, further propagating the spread of SCP-5350. As such, initial high-density infections on human bodies are in areas frequently subject to friction or prolonged contact with objects, such as the palms, back, groin, or soles of feet. SCP-5350 is weak to extreme temperatures, and can only last outside of a host for 30 minutes before expiring. Infection of SCP-5350 has been correlated to a high degree of certainty to a meat-based diet. Due to wide consumption of meat contaminated with SCP-5350 before the Foundation was fully aware of the anomaly, a significant portion of the population had been infected by the colloquial terms "Oculus Flu," or "Oculoma". Symptoms may include: sore throat, ulcers, upset stomach, eye-filled diarrhea, little-to-no appetite, and difficulty breathing. There is no known cure for SCP-5350, only preventative measures. Treatments can neutralize the spread of a SCP-5350 infection in its early stages, but even as SCP-5350 ceases to be virulent, the eyes become coated with a hard, translucent chitin, remaining fully functional but rendering excision from the surrounding tissue next-to-impossible. The majority of untreated patients die of asphyxiation due to buildup of SCP-5350-A within the lungs, and patients who are infected for more than six months invariably become covered in SCP-5350-A. People infected rarely survive longer than a year without treatment, and those who recover are subject to extreme emotional trauma due to body dysmorphia and discrimination. A joint action between the Foundation, World Parahealth Organization (WPO), Manna Charitable Foundation (MCF), and Unusual Incidents Unit (UIU) was organized to stop the spread of SCP-5350. Addendum 5350/1: Archived documentation of online civilian reaction to SCP-5350. + Social Media Screenshots - Close - Close Project Scopophobia Recording: + PROJECT SCOPOPHOBIA CREDENTIALS REQUIRED - ACCESS GRANTED SECURE DOCUMENT Audio/Visual Transcript SCP Foundation Representative - Eli Roth GOC/WPO Representative - Arpeggio MCF Representative - Meredith Medicae UIU/Free Ports Representative - Seth Bradley <Begin Log> Roth: Alright, this is the first official meeting of the Task Force created to deal with SCP-5350, also known as "Oculoma". Can you all state your name for the official record. I, of course, am Eli Roth, head of the Department of Epidemiology of the SCP Foundation. Usually, I delegate jobs to one of my subordinates, but due to the scale and speed of Oculoma… [clears throat] I assumed control at my end. Medicae: Hello, I'm Meredith Medicae, I run the Disease and Disaster Relief branch of the Manna Charitable Foundation, ahem. It really is humbling to be surrounded by such powerful people, and I don't really know why I am here. Roth: You're here because you're needed. This is what you signed up for. Medicae: This is nothing like what I signed up for. The scale… it's way too big… [Medicae sinks into her chair and breathes heavily.] Bradley: I am Seth Bradley, representative of both the UIU and the Free Ports. As I grew up in Portlands, I, along with my supervisors and the City Council, feel like I can handle my role better than anyone. The Free Ports have agreed to allocate all of their resources to our cause. They have been hit… especially hard. Arpeggio: I am Agent Arpeggio, representative of the GOC, the World Parahealth Organization, and the UN Security Council. Roth: Now that we're all settled in, Arpeggio, can you give us a recap on the situation? Arpeggio: Gladly. [Arpeggio stands and grabs a remote. He clicks and a projector turns on] As you can see here, the infection first started in the American Northwest, around Oregon. The source of the disease is presumed to be this meat packing plant [Arpeggio clicks to a slide with a picture of a pile of rubble], which was demolished by Foundation personnel. The infection was started, we think, by Emilia Roberts, a known anartist with a thing for animals. Bradley: Kind've backfired on her, didn't it? I haven't seen a dog with only two eyes for months. Arpeggio: After the Veil dropped, she hooked up with PETA, and other extremist organizations, teaching them thaumaturgy and other non-baseline abilities. History of multiple accounts of assault with a deadly weapon, slander, attempted murder, vandalism, and civilian-use of a military-grade anomaly. A piece of work, to put it lightly. The rest of her cult of personality was arrested after a pharmaceutical facility raid gone bad, but she escaped. We are still hunting for her. Bradley: I would just like to say that all Free Ports have barred her and her friends from entering. The Chicago Spirit has set up a hefty bounty for her head, so even Eurtec isn't safe for her. Roth: Finally, some good news. Arpeggio: The new plague travelled fast, hit Three Portlands, traveled through the Ways into the UK, where it quickly spread through Eurasia. Once it aerosolized… It was game over for the UK. Roth: [leans forward and put his head in his palms] God I miss the days when we could just hit the reset button on the entire world. Medicae: I've seen the documents. What you and your organization did was wrong and immoral, killing billions of people just to start over again? You should be ashamed of yourselves. Didn't you say you had an Ethics Committee to keep you in check? Roth: Hey, I wasn't the one pushing the reset button, and at least we're here to argue about it. And if the Foundation is so immoral, how come we didn't reset the world again when fucking 4chan leaked all of our documents? Medicae: Ha, nice slipup on your part. Arpeggio: Ladies, ladies, calm down and take a Xanax. I know we are all high strung, but please pay attention to my presentation. Medicae: Fine, but don't expect me to get along with him [pointing towards Roth]. Arpeggio: Fine by me. If you'll please pay attention to my presentation, we have found three methods that might work against the virus. One, a large scale thaumaturgical working that would completely dispel SCP-5350 or render it inert- Bradley: Which would create so much backlash the Earth would be cracked in half. Arpeggio: -Two, create a memetic agent to make everyone vegetarian, thus immune to the infection- Bradley: Which would completely ignore the widespread infection covering every lion, tiger, and bear in the world. Arpeggio: -And three, scorched earth protocol. We herd the last remnants of humanity into bunkers, nuke the place, and start over from scratch. [Complete silence] Roth: Well that's a bit grim. Bradley: And a bit overkill. Medicae: We obviously can't go with any of those options, right? Bradley: Obviously. Arpeggio: Are there any other options. Medicae: Not that, for sure. Bradley: Well… why so large scale? If all the things we do on the macro hurt us, what about the micro? Roth: [nodding] Instead of one large ritual, it's thousands or millions of little tiny ones. That way, instead of relying on the power in the earth's mantle, you could just use the heat of the human body. Medicae: Ohhh, now I get it. It would be like the "Thaumoshots," that we received a couple of years ago. Arpeggio: …Come again? Medicae: They were called Thaumoshots. The syringes were either iron or silver, and the vaccine was magically enhanced. They worked for everyone, even people who had the disease or were immunocompromised were fine after a couple weeks. We never knew who sent them, but would send an email requesting more, and the next day a box full of the thaumoshots showed up, no matter where we were deployed. Roth: [looking at Arpeggio] Could that work? Logistically, I mean. Arpeggio: Theoretically, yeah. You have a ritual over a fifty-gallon tank of standard flu vaccines, rig it to activate once inside a human body, and get the body temperature to power the ritual? I don't see why not? The initial ritual would require about as much power that's found in a couple lithium-ion batteries, so it's financially feasible. But we can't just keep making this vaccine forever for the entirety of the human race. Medicae: So why not combine it with the memes? Vaccine everyone, and then meme 'em? Roth: Make everyone vegetarian, you mean? Medicae: Yeah, that. Roth: Of course, even curing everyone of the infection, we still would have to deal with every other creature scuttling around with thousands of eyes. Arpeggio: I'm pretty sure the PTOLEMY division developed some top of the line cloning devices. If we mass-produced them, we could reconstruct the entirety of the biosphere in ten, fifteen years. Roth: Well, we got a lot done in 15 minutes. Let's take a coffee break, and come back to hash out the details. Let's provisionally call this… Project Scopophobia, why not. Bradley: Sounds good to me. Arpeggio: Sure. Medicae: I'm ok with it. <End Log> - ACCESS GRANTED Addendum 5350/2: Thanks to the efforts of the organizations involved with the effort, the spread of SCP-5350 was slowed drastically. From 2026-2030, the amount of infected individuals lowered from 1.3 billion to under 500 million. Projections estimate SCP-5350 will cease to be an epidemic in 2034. Complete eradication, however, is unfeasible at this time. Recovered Audio: Through tracing viral loads in monitored water systems and simulated epidemiological models, the WPO and CADC were able to narrow down the origin of the infection to meat packing plants within North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany. After thorough examination of the plants, a large mass of tissue was discovered in the ventilation shaft of a plant owned by the Tönnies Group. This mass was composed of discarded bovine and porcine flesh, presumably scavenged from the facility, along with unidentifiable human tissue. The mass possessed several vents from which exuded 5350 particulate, ceasing upon discovery. As the mass was removed from the ventilation shaft, several mouths emerged from beneath flaps of skin, speaking in several languages. Who are we, to constantly commit genocide against our four-legged relatives? Who are we to determine what's sapient or not based on skin-deep analysis? Who are we to determine a dog's life is worth more than a pig's? With animals, there's more than meets the eye. Are We Cool Yet? The artwork repeated this message until expiration. |
SCP-5351 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5351 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5351 is to be kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber located at Site-22 and fed twice a day in accordance with Nutritional Chart 5351-1. Regular checks are to be performed to ensure that plant life growing within the containment chamber does not compromise chamber integrity, and trimming is to take place if deemed necessary. While constant video surveillance of SCP-5351's containment chamber is to be performed as per standard Foundation protocol, no audio surveillance or recording is to take place. No statements made by SCP-5351 are to be transcribed, whether made during interviews or otherwise. Personnel are not to quote SCP-5351, repeat any phrases or non-standard terminology used by SCP-5351, or record statements made by SCP-5351 in any context or medium. Any event in which SCP-5351's words are reproduced by an external source in this way are to be considered an immediate containment breach. In the event of a containment breach, the area of Site-22 in which SCP-5351 has appeared is to immediately be locked down. As those targeted by SCP-5351 are generally killed within seconds of its appearance, recovery of personnel in the immediate vicinity is considered infeasible and not a top priority. Once reacquired, SCP-5351 is to be escorted back to its containment chamber by a security team. In order to encourage SCP-5351's cooperation, all interviews are to be performed by Junior Researcher Cooper. Interviews are to be recorded in general terms only. Description: SCP-5351 is a humanoid entity superficially resembling a young woman of Slavic descent. Despite its human appearance, SCP-5351 has demonstrated a number of anomalous capabilities, most prominently the ability to appear in the immediate vicinity of individuals who either repeat exact statements made by SCP-5351 themselves or access media which does the same. After appearing following such an event, SCP-5351 will proceed to kill the individual who reproduced their words, followed by anyone in the immediate vicinity who heard the statement. SCP-5351 has demonstrated the capacity to exert physical strength significantly beyond human limits, often mauling humans to death with its bare hands over the course of several seconds. Once all targeted individuals have been eliminated, SCP-5351 invariably returns to an amicable state and will cooperate with requests made by containment staff. Plant life has been observed to appear and rapidly grow in areas where SCP-5351 has been present for a great deal of time1. These plants have demonstrated, along with their accelerated growth, an ability to flourish in areas usually incapable of supporting flora, such as steel surfaces and unlit rooms. Despite these anomalous properties, however, analysis has confirmed that this plant life consists only of mundane oak and grass which can be trimmed without ill effect. SCP-5351 appears to place some level of sentimental importance on these plants, and will generally react negatively if they are removed without prior warning. Despite the significant levels of violence SCP-5351 has displayed when its statements are reproduced or quoted, it is otherwise amicable with Foundation staff and will cooperate with the majority of requests. Discovery SCP-5351 was first discovered in the village of [DATA EXPUNGED]2, Russia, after numerous reports of travelers vanishing in the region. One such traveler, Lev Ilin, reappeared several weeks after being reported missing and informed local police that the villagers of [DATA EXPUNGED] had imprisoned him after he'd encountered and had a brief conversation with a young woman who had demonstrated the ability to make plants grow around her. After this potential anomalous phenomena was flagged by the Foundation, Mobile Task Force Zeta-19 ("Lonely Only") was dispatched to investigate. While the villagers of [DATA EXPUNGED] were initially resistant against the advances of MTF Zeta-19, hostilities were quickly neutralized and the village elders interrogated. Investigation of the apprehended villagers revealed that all of them appeared to have had their tongues removed at an early age, preventing speech. The questioned elders claimed through writing that this was the result of a traditional coming-of-age ceremony, intended to prevent 'the Maiden of the Woods'3 from attacking the village for reproducing, or 'stealing', her words. The elders made further claims that they had imprisoned travelers who had interacted with SCP-5351 under the fear that they would inadvertently quote its words at a later date, causing her to appear in their vicinity and spread its influence to the rest of civilization. When questioned about the location of these imprisoned travelers, the elders refused to answer, but numerous decomposing bodies were unearthed beneath the village hall during investigation. MTF Zeta-19 then proceeded to a cabin located in the nearby woods which SCP-5351 had apparently made its home, where SCP-5351 was quickly found and restrained. As personnel already had a general awareness of the conditions which triggered a violent state from SCP-5351, the anomaly was able to be transported back from [DATA EXPUNGED] and contained without further incident. Interview Summary Log 5351-1 The following is a record of interviews with SCP-5351 conducted by various members of the SCP-5351 containment team. In order to prevent containment breach, the results of these interviews are recorded only in general terms. Interviewer: Junior Researcher Sam Cooper Interviewee: SCP-5351 Items Exchanged: N/A Topics Discussed: SCP-5351's origins, its nature, the source behind its anomalous abilities. Results: SCP-5351 claims to have always lived in the forest it was originally found in, and further explained that it originally had two sisters that resided there with it — both significantly older. It appeared confused when I inquired as to its anomalous abilities, and expressed a belief that there was nothing strange about its capabilities. Following this point, SCP-5351 became lethargic and bored, and refused to answer further questions. Will have to find a way to engage SCP-5351 more in further interviews. Interviewer: Junior Researcher Sam Cooper Interviewee: SCP-5351 Items Exchanged: Pencil and paper. Provided in an effort to improve SCP-5351's engagement in the interview — I told it that it could record questions it wished to ask of me on the paper and I would do my best to answer them. I had already agreed with my supervisors not to provide any accurate information in response to these questions, but we felt it would make SCP-5351 feel this was less of an interrogation and thus be more cooperative. Topics Discussed: Reasons for violent behaviours. Results: Before I could ask my questions, SCP-5351 expressed a great deal of surprise and fascination in response to the pencil I had given it. No such reaction was given to the paper. When I inquired as to the reason for its excitement, it refused to answer but was much more cooperative from that point forward. When I asked about the reason SCP-5351 acted violently when its words were quoted, it launched into a lengthy explanation of its logic in doing so. While I do not think I managed to recall this one-hundred percent accurately — it was a lengthy explanation — I can provide this brief summary. I have taken care not to reproduce SCP-5351's exact wording. SCP-5351's words belong only to SCP-5351. Therefore, SCP-5351's words cannot exist in a space without SCP-5351 also existing there — this appears to be its logic behind its ability to translocate. If SCP-5351's words are spoken by someone who is not SCP-5351, however, that must mean that the speaker is attempting to steal those words from SCP-5351, and must be dealt with brutally. If we take SCP-5351 as being honest here, that would suggest that its attacks are less a result of random malevolence and more a warped sense of apparent moral necessity. It's unhinged without a doubt, but I suppose it makes some kind of internal sense from that inhuman kind of perspective. To hear someone say these kinds of absurd things like they were perfectly reasonable is unsettling all the same, but I suppose that's the nature of the job. Interviewer: Junior Researcher Sam Cooper Interviewee: SCP-5351 Items Exchanged: An oak leaf. Given to me through a slot at the end of the interview. Submitted for incineration afterwards as per potential contamination protocol. Topics Discussed: The village of [DATA EXPUNGED]. (Intended.) Results: Before I could begin asking questions about [DATA EXPUNGED], SCP-5351 began asking me a series of questions, leaving me no room to interject. It wished to know things such as my full name, my birthday, what my family was like, any interesting childhood memories I had. I provided false information as previously agreed upon, but SCP-5351 didn't appear to notice. This questioning went on for nearly half-an-hour — I almost started slipping up and answering truthfully — after which SCP-5351 gave me the oak leaf I logged above. When I asked why it had given me an oak leaf, it replied that the object was not an oak leaf but instead a [DATA EXPUNGED]. It then refused to answer any of my questions and asked me to leave for the night. I was happy to do so, to tell the truth. Being on the receiving end of that question barrage was exhausting. I don't even want to know why it wanted to know that stuff. Researcher Cooper, this will be your only warning in this regard. I understand that the material that had to be expunged from this record was only a single word, but that word was non-standard terminology quoted directly from SCP-5351 — in other words, a potentially disastrous containment breach. Speaking frankly, it's a miracle you're still alive. I've logged you in for a week's suspension — make sure you come back with your head on straight. - Head Researcher Scott Abrams My most sincere apologies, sir. I assure you this will never happen again. Thank you for your lenience. - Junior Researcher Sam Cooper Interviewer: Head Researcher Scott Abrams Interviewee: SCP-5351 Items Exchanged: N/A. Topics Discussed: The village of [DATA EXPUNGED]. (Intended.) Results: SCP-5351 refused to talk to me. When I entered the interview chamber and told it I would be interviewing it today, it became enraged, loudly accused me of harming Junior Researcher Cooper, and physically attacked the observation window until I was forced to leave in fear of my own safety. Interviewer: Junior Researcher Sam Cooper Interviewee: SCP-5351 Items Exchanged: Photographs of the village of [DATA EXPUNGED] and various residents. Topics Discussed: The village of [DATA EXPUNGED]. Results: SCP-5351 expressed a great deal of relief that I had returned from my suspension period unharmed, and significantly calmed down when I explained the circumstances behind that. While it assured me that it would see no need to kill me for simply borrowing a single word, I have to admit I didn't find much comfort in the implication that it would have to kill me for other offenses. This time, SCP-5351 was happy to discuss the village of [DATA EXPUNGED]. It confirmed that it had provided the original name of the village after helping the original founders survive the dangers of the area in exchange for offerings of meat and wine. When I asked if this meant that SCP-5351 was over two-hundred years old, it responded in the affirmative and seemed surprised that I had even asked. I informed SCP-5351 that we'd discovered that none of the older villagers had any tongues when we'd first brought it in, and asked if it knew why that was. It replied that this was because of the coming-of-age ceremony that all villagers undergo during adolescence, and elaborated that this was something it had instructed them to do in order to ensure they would not be able to steal its words. When I asked what it would have done if they had disregarded these instructions, it replied that it would have killed them as if this was very natural. I asked why it would have done this. It replied that it would have been out of love. Love, it explained, was the act of keeping the things you liked in your possession as long as possible — and getting rid of them when they ceased being the kind of things you liked. I asked what kind of things it liked. It said that it found me very interesting. I left the chamber. It smiled at me as I went. Incident Log 5351-1 The following is the record of a containment breach which occurred in a tertiary Site-22 canteen on 23/05/2021, involving Junior Researchers Sam Cooper, Lindsay Owen and Jonathan Worthy. All statements which could result in further containment breaches have been expunged from this record. <Begin Log> (Junior Researchers Sam Cooper, Lindsay Owen and Jonathan Worthy are alone in the canteen, discussing recent developments in SCP-5351's containment. Sam Cooper has their head in their hands, while Lindsay Owen and Jonathan Worthy are speaking animatedly.) JR Lindsay Owen: It's crazy, though, really. You should have seen the way she went off on Abrams — you could hear her screaming through the walls. JR Sam Cooper: (muffled) Jesus. I can't fucking believe it. This was my first big assignment, you know? You guys were on that Domesday Clock thing, so you've got prior, but this was — like — my big shot you know, to show what I was made of? JR Jonathan Worthy: And apparently you're a real casanova. (JR Sam Cooper throws an empty juice carton at JR Jonathan Worthy's head, which misses.) JR Sam Cooper: Fuck off. Seriously, though, it's not funny. I've not even been sleeping, you know? I keep thinking of the way she was smiling at me. Creepy shit, like someone looking down a microscope at you. JR Lindsay Owens: Everyone's got your back with this. You're carrying this whole thing, you know? Abram thinks so too. She can get as creepy as she likes, she's still in there and you're still out here. JR Sam Cooper: Until someone fucks up. JR Lindsay Owens: Nobody's gonna fuck up. We know what we're doing. You do too. Right, Jon? JR Jonathan Worthy: Right. (JR Sam Cooper sighs.) JR Sam Cooper: You know how this started — where, where all the trouble came from? That fucking … thing she gave me, the — the leaf? The [DATA EXPUNGED] or whatever the hell it's called? (JR Lindsay Owens and JR Jonathan Worthy freeze.) JR Jonathan Worthy: Should you really, uh…? (JR Sam Cooper spreads their arms wide.) JR Sam Cooper: You see her? It's like I told Abrams after I came back, it's words that summon her. Words, plural. If you could do it with just one, she'd just pop up wherever anyone said 'hello', right? JR Lindsay Owens: Right. Right, yeah. That does make sense. JR Jonathan Worthy: But what the hell is a [DATA EXPUNGED]? (There is a loud cracking noise, and SCP-5351 appears in the midst of the three Junior Researchers. Within the span of ten seconds, it tears out JR Lindsay Owen's jugular with its teeth, disembowels JR Jonathan Worthy, and curtsies towards JR Sam Cooper.) SCP-5351: [DATA EXPUNGED]! (JR Sam Cooper screams, now covered in blood, and retreats to the corner of the room. SCP-5351 follows after them. At this point, containment breach of SCP-5351 is confirmed. Alarms begin going off throughout the site, and the canteen is locked down when the presence of SCP-5351 is noted on surveillance camera. Security team dispatched.) JR Sam Cooper: What the fuck?! What the fuck?! SCP-5351: [DATA EXPUNGED]. (JR Sam Cooper looks at the corpses of JR Lindsay Owen and JR Jonathan Worthy.) JR Sam Cooper: (quietly) You didn't have to kill them. SCP-5351: [DATA EXPUNGED]. JR Sam Cooper: No you didn't. You just… you could've at least… Jesus. SCP-5351: [DATA EXPUNGED]? (JR Sam Cooper looks from their sitting position on the floor up at SCP-5351.) JR Sam Cooper: How the hell would I be okay? Do you — do you even understand what you've done? They're — they're dead. They said one fucking word and you killed them like it was nothing — like it was — fuck. (Pause.) JR Sam Cooper: …why am I still alive? SCP-5351: [DATA EXPUNGED]. (JR Sam Cooper puts their head in their hands.) JR Sam Cooper: Nooo… no no no… SCP-5351: [DATA EXPUNGED]. JR Sam Cooper: No, no, stop saying that, you don't, you don't. It was a fucking pencil, goddamnit! Just… just finish me off. Get it over with if you're going to do it. (SCP-5351 moves its hand forward, and JR Sam Cooper winces. SCP-5351 plants its hand on top of JR Sam Cooper's head, and pats the spot for several seconds before withdrawing it, leaving significant amounts of blood dripping from JR Sam Cooper's hair.) SCP-5351: [DATA EXPUNGED]. (There is a loud bang as the security team breaches the canteen and surrounds SCP-5351, weapons trained on it.) Security Officer Nelson: Hands on your head! I said hands on your head! (SCP-5351 steps away from JR Sam Cooper, puts its hands on its head, and complies with security instructions. JR Sam Cooper vomits on the floor in front of them and subsequently loses consciousness.) <End Log> Personnel Request Response (Junior Researcher Sam Cooper: Reassignment) From: Junior Researcher Sam Cooper To: Head Researcher Scott Abrams Hereby requesting immediate reassignment in order to maintain my own mental health and wellbeing. I do not believe I need to provide evidence beyond what has already occurred that SCP-5351 has developed some kind of fixation on me — and it is something I want no part of. I see only two conclusions if I continue on as part of this research team: either I end up dead, or so severely traumatized that I may as well be. From: Head Researcher Scott Abrams To: Junior Researcher Sam Cooper Unfortunately, I will have to decline your request at this time. Since the development of rapport between yourself and SCP-5351, we've seen a huge decrease in the rate of containment breaches — even in cases where someone has reproduced SCP-5351's words, it's shown a much greater willingness to 'let it slide', for lack of better wording. The incident I'm sure has prompted this is, as far as we can tell, an isolated incident. I know that seems cold, but it's the truth. I understand this assignment is stressful — and I won't deny the circumstances are unusual — but I'll have to ask you to just take one for the team on this occasion. We've all got your back on this one, yeah? From: Junior Researcher Sam Cooper To: Head Researcher Scott Abrams If you're going to do this to me, you might as well slap an orange jumpsuit on me and get it over with. You saw what that thing did to Lindsay, didn't you? I felt her blood on my face. I tasted it on my tongue. I can still taste it — and it gets worse every time I look at 5351. It's hellish. Did you even read what I wrote? About how I'll almost certainly end up? Did you even care? You haven't got my back. If you did, I'd be out of here already. I understand my tone isn't exactly appropriate right now, but I severely doubt you're going to have me fired for being a little snappy in these messages. If you're saying you want to kill me — or worse — then say it properly. Use your goddamn words. From: Head Researcher Scott Abrams To: Junior Researcher Sam Cooper I'm sorry, Sam. Footnotes 1. Generally one to two months. 2. As it is now believed that this village was originally named by SCP-5351, recording said name is considered to constitute a reproduction of SCP-5351's words. Note that this is the name used by inhabitants of the village — the variation used by the outside world was fortunately not a containment breach risk. 3. Note that this epithet was originally expunged from the record under the belief that it was originally created by SCP-5351 itself. 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SCP-5352 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5352 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5352 is monitored remotely from Site-107, 4km north of Murky Lake. Once per month, a team of five members of personnel (two D-Class, two agents, and one researcher) are to enter the town to collect samples and monitor anomalous phenomena within. Disappearances are to be logged, and in the event missing parties cannot be located, they are to be considered KIA. SCP-5352-C is to be actively monitored. In the event that more than 90% of the building housing it becomes absent, Procedure 5352-PRECESSION is to be carried out in an attempt to preserve the integrity of both the building and local reality. Under no circumstances are personnel allowed to whistle while within SCP-5352. Description: SCP-5352 refers to the abandoned town of Murky Lake, New Mexico (Nexus-04). The area has been devoid of permanent human settlement since 1936, when the population vanished during the Dust Bowl1. Prior to this, anomalous events of unclear origin had been documented throughout Murky Lake, though these events were treated as being of low priority by the American Secure Containment Initiative. Most Nexus zones operate under a series of thematic constants2; SCP-5352 appears to operate on a theme that has been quantified as 'absence'. Historically, Murky Lake and the area around it had the highest number of disappearances per capita within New Mexico, despite the fact that the population at its peak was 103 people. This rate declined following the abandonment of the town in 1936. Several other items serve to support this theme of 'absence', including: A complete lack of wildlife within an uneven 5km area, centered around the skeleton of a horse behind the former general store. A lack of chlorophyll in plant life; despite this, plants continue to grow normally. The inability for music to be played or performed in any form, whether live or recorded. The sole exception to this is whistling, which [DATA EXPUNGED]. The tendency for groups of five or more individuals to lose at least one member while inside SCP-5352; in most cases, this is simply a temporary separation. The lack of bacterial or fungal species existing outside of human bodies, which is believed to account for the relatively well-preserved state of Murky Lake. Random 'gaps' in buildings, wherein pieces of furniture, walls, and even load-bearing beams are physically absent, but the surrounding structure is not affected. The eponymous Murky Lake itself is also absent, likely due to non-anomalous evaporation following the departure of the town's populace. The former lakebed still exists approximately half a kilometer to the north of the town. Notably, a large amount of human skeletal remains have been found atop and within the lake bed, and display signs of health issues that were common in the late 1800s and early 1900s. Of the recovered bodies, approximately 70% have one or more holes in their sternum or rib cage, while 5% were decapitated pre-mortem. SCP-5352-A is a gap between two buildings on Main Street; records in Union County dated to this time indicate the existence of the town hall at this location. Individuals who enter SCP-5352-A often emerge soaking wet, despite the lack of water in the area, and bear minor ligature marks around their wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles, and major ligature marks around their neck. At irregular intervals, between two and twelve humanoid figures are visible within SCP-5352-A. They are intangible, and have not responded to Foundation attempts at communication, excluding Incident 5352-05, which resulted in fifteen Foundation casualties. Directly across from SCP-5352-A is SCP-5352-B, which refers to a space beneath the town undertaker. SCP-5352-B is accessible through a trapdoor on the ground floor. Personnel who have entered and exited SCP-5352-B cannot recall any details about its appearance but have been able to retrieve items from within. Visual recording equipment uniformly fails when in this space, but audio recording has detected the sounds of glass breaking underfoot, metallic clanging, and a large amount of flowing water. Despite claiming to be an undertaker, items retrieved from SCP-5352-B include several non-standard tools and chemicals, including needles, straight razors, cleavers, tattooing ink, sulfuric acid, and a branding iron with the head in the shape of a twelve-pointed star. SCP-5352-C refers to an anvil within the remains of the blacksmith at the northern-most edge of the town of Murky Lake; this building would have been the closest to the lake itself, and is the most heavily-affected by the 'gap' phenomenon present in SCP-5352, with over 75% of the structure physically absent. SCP-5352-C has been modified in such a way that makes it impractical to be used in metalworking— the face of the anvil has a hole in the center which runs through the body of the anvil; sounds of running water can be heard from the underside, speculated to be the same underground channel detected in SCP-5352-B. The horn of SCP-5352-C has been sharpened to a point that would make it unsuited for shaping metal. Given the amount of human blood found on SCP-5352-C, and the presence of SCP-5352-C-1 in the same building, it is speculated that SCP-5352-C was some form of altar. SCP-5352-C-1 is what Foundation researchers have termed a 'ritual garrote'. SCP-5352-C-1 consists of a 40cm length of human sinew wrapped around a metal wire, with a pair of 15cm long handles at either end that terminate into sharp points. Each handle is carved with the shapes of six humanoid figures. Testing has confirmed that the wire of SCP-5352-C-1 is sharp and strong enough to decapitate a human being. The handles are irregularly shaped, and fit within the Pritchel and Hardie holes atop SCP-5352-C's face. At irregular intervals, starting at noon and ending at sunset, the building containing SCP-5352-C will become impenetrable to visible light. Thermal imaging has shown twelve humanoid figures within, apparently looking at SCP-5352-C. When this phenomenon ends, another portion of the blacksmith containing SCP-5352-C will have vanished. SCP-5352 was re-discovered by the Foundation following the disappearance of the crew of Following the Leylines: Ghost Town Explorers, a paranormal reality TV show that was filming its pilot in the vicinity. While their equipment was found scattered throughout the town and their vehicle parked on the lake bed, the only evidence of any crew member was a hat located on the ground outside of SCP-5352-A which, based on brain tissue recovered inside, belonged to host William Plunkett. Footnotes 1. The colloquial name for a series of dust storms and drought that occurred throughout the southern American plains in the 1930s, particularly in Oklahoma, Texas, Kansas, Nebraska and New Mexico. 2. For instance, citizens of Harkness, Maryland are immune to all non-anomalous diseases, but after the intentional infection of the town's water supply by an unknown group in the 1980s, all citizens contracted at least one anomalous infection. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5352" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5352. 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-5353 | keter | A name is everything. A name anchors you. close Info X SCP-5353: Does Anyone Remember Fritz Obermeyer? Author: Tufto. This tale is part of the Man Who Wasn't There canon, and is the fourth entry for Team Nobody's Winning in the Canon Renaissance Contest. More of their work can be found here. This forms the fourth Image: The image is cropped from a CC0/public domain photograph, which can be found here. BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 4/5353 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. 5353 Item #: SCP-5353 Level 4/5353 Classified Possible photograph of SCP-5353. Special Containment Procedures: Encounters with SCP-5353 are to be reported to Agent Hester Maliz at Site 122. Any incidents involving SCP-5353 should be dealt with under Protocol Ajax-4, utilising the press, government contacts and tactical use of experimental amnestic drugs to preserve the Veil. Description: SCP-5353 is a anomalous humanoid, first observed by the Foundation in Belgium in 1917. SCP-5353's name and purpose are unknown, and few solid details about his appearance are available; the only consistent facts are that he appears and identifies as male and that he always wears a white suit. SCP-5353 has been sighted worldwide, and is believed to possess several contacts among the anomalous underground. He appears to have little interest in the Foundation and its activities, but has interacted in both a friendly and hostile manner depending on circumstances. SCP-5353 has an unidentified link with PoI-000 "Nobody", and most sightings of SCP-5353 in recent decades have involved PoI-000 to some degree. The exact nature of their relationship is unknown, but it is evidently a hostile one, with several altercations between the two on record. Update 17/05/1975: In the last two months, an unusual acceleration of SCP-5353 and PoI-000 incidents have been recorded in the Western United States. This has made the containment situation more unstable. Agent Hester Maliz, based on her highly successful record in containing SCPs ████ and ████, has been assigned to track down and apprehend SCP-5353, as well as PoI-000 if possible. The following table is a summary of the aforementioned incidents: Date Location Anomalies involved Notes 16/03/1975 Pahrump, Nevada PoI-000 A man described as a "hobo in old rags" reportedly held conversations with several local citizens, asking them if they knew of any shops selling war memorabilia. Only one person answered in the affirmative, and won $10,000 in the lottery the next day. 23/04/1975 Boise, Idaho SCP-5353 A man in a white suit was spotted putting up identical leaflets in Boise's North End. Each leaflet bore anomalous text that cannot be perceived. 05/05/1975 Nevada City, California SCP-5353 A man in a white suit was seen standing in woodland near the town by several individuals, smoking a cigarette. When questioned by locals, he stated that he was "waiting for a sign". Three days afterwards, a large wildfire abruptly began in the forest. 12/05/1975 Del Muerto, Navajo Reservation, Arizona PoI-000 Figure "in rags, with an indistinct face" seen visiting the houses of several widows over the course of the day. One week later, all these women abruptly travelled at the same time to several different towns in southern Nevada. All of them made a call at a payphone to an unknown number, each stating "no-one is home", before returning. None of them can recall doing so. Update 01/06/1975: On 26th May, Agent Maliz was able to track and attempted to apprehend the anomaly. A log of her efforts can be found below. +Incident Log 5353-1 -Incident Log 5353-1 Date: 26/06/1975 Location: Paulina Lake, Oregon Agent Maliz is standing on a wooded slope near the edge of the lake. It is late afternoon. A small beach next to the lake is up ahead; SCP-5353 can be seen sitting on it, smoking a cigarette. Maliz approaches slowly. SCP-5353: It's beautiful out here, don't you think? Maliz stops. Maliz: How the hell did you hear me? I barely made a sound. SCP-5353: That’s your opening salvo? Maliz: Well, you’ve got the drop on me now. There's no point in trying to arrest an ageless dandy without the element of surprise. Long experience has taught me that you cryptic types always have something irritatingly relevant up your sleeve. SCP-5353: Won’t your superiors be angry? Maliz: They know my methods. They work. You wait for the right moment, and if you don’t have the right moment, you don’t make your play. It’s called “a modicum of caution”. SCP-5353 chuckles. SCP-5353: You’re Hester Maliz, I take it? Your reputation precedes you. Maliz: How’d you know? SCP-5353: I have friends in low places. You made quite a stir in the Three Portlands – such a scene! It’ll take months for the anartists to recover. And that business in Toronto – how did you manage to infiltrate the Children so thoroughly? Maliz: Quite easily. They’re a pack of walking clichés. Maliz sits down beside SCP-5353, facing the lake. She pulls out a cigarette. Maliz: Got a light? SCP-5353: Here. SCP-5353 lights Maliz’s cigarette. Maliz: You are right. It is beautiful here. SCP-5353: You know who it’s named for? Maliz: No. I’m not from here. SCP-5353: A Paiute chief called Paulina. He refused to move his tribe to a reservation, so he made a famous last stand. So many famous last stands in those days. Maliz: This is a caldera, isn’t it? SCP-5353: Indeed so. A great crater lake, sitting on great fires beneath the earth. Very poetic. The two sit in silence for a while. SCP-5353: Don’t you have some questions for me? Maliz: I’m working my way there. My schedule today is pretty thin beyond “Contain SCP-5353”, and that’s been blown. It’s such a pretty day. SCP-5353: You’re an odd one. Maliz: Aren’t I just? I’m beginning to think this meeting wasn’t a result of my impeccable talent as a tracker, but because you wanted me to find you. SCP-5353: Why would I want that? Maliz: So that you could engineer a situation where you and I have a civil conversation, and you convince me to do your dark bidding. It’s happened before. SCP-5353: My bidding is hardly dark. Haven’t you seen my suit? Bright as the sun. Maliz: The darkest ones often are. SCP-5353: You’re a very perceptive young lady, I have to say. Maliz: Thank you. SCP-5353: But you’re also Foundation. Foundation types are dangerous. You always believe in… problematic things. Maliz: And you don’t? We’ve been tracking you a long time. The list of crimes you’re linked with is huge. SCP-5353: But I do it for the sake of life, Miss Maliz. What do you do it for? Maliz: Because life could be better. We can take it somewhere else, strip away the dark and let the people flourish as they’re meant to. The Foundation could be a force for good, for liberation, for a bright new world. Or something like that, anyway. SCP-5353: You almost sound like him. Maliz: PoI-000? SCP-5353: Nobody, you mean? Yes. I once tried to explain to him the joys of sitting by a lake in the summer sun, but he didn’t get it. He got quite angry, as I recall. He’s a dull conversationalist. Maliz: I got the impression you guys mostly just punched each other. SCP-5353: We do, but… it helps to take stock sometimes. Nobody is a monster, after all. Maliz: Well, you would say that. SCP-5353: Do you know what he does? What he is? All his victims, they lose their names, their identities, their – everything that makes them human. He’s an eater of souls. Maliz: Very poetic. But people are more than just names. SCP-5353: Are they? A name is everything. A name anchors you. Did you ever come across someone called Fritz Obermayer? Maliz: Can’t say I have. SCP-5353: No. I didn’t think so. Maliz: So let me guess. You lured me here to convince me that you are actually a brave hero, fighting an impossible war against Nobody, and that I and my good comrades should bring him to justice? SCP-5353: No. I lured you here to look at the lake. Take it in. There is a pause; Agent Maliz looks around the lake. Maliz: It is beautiful. But what does that have to do with anything? SCP-5353: Look at the trees on the opposite shore. Look at the water, at the birds flying in the sky. The sweep of the mountain. This place is unique. Imagine the roads stretching away, becoming busier and more complex, leading into towns and cities, winding into suburbs and alleyways. The roads of America, a grand chessboard I travel on. Maliz: Still not getting it. SCP-5353: Just – look, just think of what Nobody is. He's what you get when you lose sight of why you do what you do. He just goes through the motions, not caring how many people he murders. He could never appreciate the specificity of things, the tenor of human life, the way people are and think and feel. That's why, despite the sometimes… reprehensible acts I've committed against others, I'm still different from him. Maliz: I mean. They’re still dead. SCP-5353: But I do it in the name of humanity. He does it because he doesn't know what else to do with himself. Maliz: What are the two of you even doing, anyway? Driving around, upsetting local widows, posting up fliers? Not your usual style. SCP-5353: We're… looking for someone. Well, maybe someone isn't the right word. But it's the closest one I can think of. I have an offer to make him, and Nobody doesn't want me making it. Maliz: Oh, very cryptic. SCP-5353: Hey, a man has a reputation to maintain. But if you must know, well, I am tired of this endless conflict. It's time it came to an end. And the man we're looking for might just know his secrets. SCP-5353 stands up. Maliz: Leaving so soon? You were just about to get interesting. I think. SCP-5353: I have an appointment in – well, that would be telling. But do me a favour. When he comes for you, and he will come for you, think about what I’ve said. Think about what the Foundation would be like if it had all the drive in the world and no purpose, doing things and hurting people just because that's what they'd always done. Like an automaton. Then you’ll understand what Nobody is. SCP-5353 walks away. Agent Maliz looks out over the lake for a couple of minutes before leaving. <End Log> Update 06/08/1975: The following is a log of activities involving PoI-000 and SCP-5353 since Incident 5353-1: Date Location Anomalies involved Notes 16/06/1975 Detroit, Michigan PoI-000 A large factory explosion was linked back to PoI-000, who had been spotted conversing with the perpetrators some days before. Subsequent records revealed that the German-born owner of the factory was a wanted war criminal who had fled to America under a false passport. 21/07/1975 Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin SCP-5353 A unidentified man in a white suit was seen in conversation with several local officials. The following day, a major bribery and corruption scandal involving these officials was exposed, causing a political crisis and major protests in Chippewa Falls. 28/07/1975 Natchez, Mississippi PoI-000 Several anomalous symbols were painted by associates of PoI-000 on the ground at key intersections. Each of these contained an infohazardous effect which rendered them unable to be perceived, but instead induced a severe manic and depressive effect. Several individuals suffered mental breakdowns and were hospitalised following this incident. Update 17/09/1975 On 15/09/1975, Agent Maliz managed to track down PoI-000 and engage the subject in a brief conversation. A log of this can be found below. +Incident Log 5353-2 -Incident Log 5353-2 Date: 15/09/1975 Location: Bluefield, West Virginia <Begin Log> It is night. Agent Maliz is walking down an alleyway on the city's outskirts. Distant police sirens can be heard. An indistinct figure is leaning against the wall, and looks up as Maliz passes. Figure: Got a light? Maliz stops suddenly and looks at the figure. Maliz: Hey, that’s my line. The figure chuckles and holds out a cigarette. Maliz takes out a lighter and lights his cigarette, revealing him to be PoI-000 “Nobody”. PoI-000: It’s been a long time, Hester. What was it – Prague, ’67? Maliz: ’68. You’d have thought you’d remember that year. Quite a lot happened. PoI-000: To you, maybe. To me, it was just another inevitability. Maliz: So, how’ll this go, then? You give me a bit of a spiel about why no, actually, you’re the good one all along, and I should join you to help bring the Man in White down? PoI-000: No. No, girl, that's not how this story is going to go. We’re not having a cutesy little conversation about our respective philosophies and come to some interesting conclusions. I’ve been on the road for days, weeks, surviving on cigarette butts and pennies thrown at my face. No, this is me telling you to stop following me – us – and you listening. During this speech, Agent Maliz moves her hand to rest on her firearm. Maliz: This must be that famous Nobody charm I’ve heard so much about. Maybe the Man in White was right about you. PoI-000: The Man in White has never done a day’s work in his damn life. He thinks this is a game, a chessboard. He thinks we should all sit down a couple of times a day to contemplate the infinite. He saunters around on his dime-store humanism and presumes to tell the rest of us how to live our lives. Maliz: I seem to have touched a nerve. I didn’t know you had any left. PoI-000: Do you even know what he is? The cosmic rag and bone man? What he’s made of? Took me a long time to work it out. Took the last version of me even longer. His hatred of me has nothing to do with principle. It’s all ego, personal ego. That’s almost literally what he is. Maliz: Spare me the sermon. Why shouldn’t I follow you? I have a job to do, the same as you. PoI-000: And I say again, this is not what we’re doing here. The lights in the neighbouring streets all switch off. Agent Maliz gently levers her firearm out of her holster, but doesn’t train it on PoI-000. PoI-000: Do you want me to play the correct part, Hester? The cosmic tramp, stick and moustache and silent song-and-dance? The mad prophet, wandering the roads of America, scaring the locals? Maliz: Very spooky. Why don’t you come a little closer, and we can test my theory about your nerves? PoI-000: There are people choking every damn day of their lives in coal mines, dreaming of the sun. There are people starving over sunbaked plains, waiting for their lives to end. I walk through those who are maimed, starved, beaten and bruised, because nobody else will. I do what I have to do to keep this broken world running so that someone, anyone, can have a lick of a chance at life. You know I found him in a Klan outfit once? Maliz: What? The Man? PoI-000: Yeah. Five years ago, in fucking Ohio of all places. I asked him about it, a while later. He claimed he was “trying it on” and that he was “interested in the history”. I think he took the name “Man in White” a shade too literally. Maliz: Fascinating. Do go on. Agent Maliz slowly raises her firearm until it is pointing at PoI-000. PoI-000 laughs. PoI-000: How’s Tyler doing these days? Agent Maliz freezes. Maliz: Don’t you fucking dare. PoI-000: He must be, what – four? Five? Maliz: If you even think – PoI-000: And I hear you’ve enrolled him in the Foundation’s Young Achievers programme. Fascinating. Do you know why I so rarely help you? Because you’re all the kind of people who put their children into fascist brainwashing camps when they’re barely infants. Do you really want your son to have the same life you’ve had? Maliz: He is none of your business. PoI-000: No, he’s not. It’s just an observation. I can see the Foundation. I can see what you are. All that energy, all those rules – not real rules, but invented ones. I can see where you’re going, too. More research. More militarisation. Fewer compromises. Handshakes with politicians and cocktail parties in Baghdad. And a machine - a frightful machine, an inevitable machine, that someone will have to make and the Foundation will have to have. A machine that will cement their empire. Will Tyler thank you? Agent Maliz fires; she misses. PoI-000 lunges towards her, grabbing the gun and violently biting her arm. Maliz screams and drops her firearm. PoI-000: Clever girl. Maliz: You… fucking… PoI-000: It has. You can’t take me in, and I don’t want to hurt you. So leave me alone. Maliz: …Never. PoI-000 lifts his hands in apparent frustration. PoI-000: Fine. Whatever. Go digging where you shouldn’t. You won’t win. Like I said, that isn’t how this story goes. The plucky detective doesn’t get her easy resolution. There's an old friend I'm looking for, and if I don't get to him before the Man in White, he'll give him an offer he can't refuse and make the next few decades a real pain in my ass. So necessary measures must be taken. This is bigger than you. All you’ll get is what’s left over. PoI-000 stubs his cigarette on the wall, turns and starts walking away. PoI-000: Be seeing you. Maliz: Wait. Agent Maliz leans against the wall on her good arm, steadying her breathing. PoI-000 continues to walk away. Maliz: Wait, you fuck. One more thing. Have you ever heard of somone named Fritz Obermayer? PoI-000 turns back and grins. Agent Maliz's blood is visible on his teeth. PoI-000: Oh yes. Yes, I have. <End Log> Update 03/10/1975: The following is a log of activities involving PoI-000 and SCP-5353 since Incident 5353-2: Date Location Anomalies involved Notes 23/09/1975 Cut Bank, Montana SCP-5353 Anomaly was spotted conversing with PoI-6236 "Old Mag", a former resident of the Three Portlands who was renowned for her fortune-telling abilities. SCP-5353 asked an unknown question, which PoI-6236 responded by shouting "It will bleed their names! It will strip their souls!" repeatedly. SCP-5353 then shot her twice in the stomach and departed; PoI-6326 subsequently expired. 01/10/1975 Fargo, North Dakota PoI-000 PoI-000 incited a riot in several suburbs of Fargo, resulting in 3 deaths and at least 20 injured. Several items appeared to have been stolen from government buildings during the riot, including census data and a list of German-language translators used last year in an investment in local government projects by a German company. Final Update 12/05/1976: On 05/10/1975, a major incident involving PoI-000 and SCP-5353 took place in Pierre, South Dakota. An altercation between the two was reported to have taken place outside and in an empty apartment. Witnesses reported seeing a homeless man running from the scene, as well as a man in a white suit walking with a heavy limp and bleeding profusely. One witness reported seeing a man in a long coat fall from a window, but no body was recovered matching this description. The apartment in question was reported to have been empty since 1955. Inside, however, were signs of recent habitation, including an extensive collection of WW2 memorabilia, several bottles of whisky, books in German and files on Nazi war criminals. A note was also found, written in somewhat old-fashioned German; a transcript can be found below. +Document 5353-1 -Document 5353-1 This body has to remember. Somebody has to remember. So, this page can remember. Once, there was a boy named Fritz Obermayer. You will not find his name in any records. Fritz Obermayer never died, but ceased to exist in 1917. He met a man in the trenches, an American from across No Man's Land, and then his body was no longer his own. It belonged to Nobody. Then there was a man called Nobody, who strode across Europe for almost 40 years, always concerned with the task at hand. No-one noticed him, but they would still shudder at the sight of a long coat. The body, the mind, the personality within did not mind being bent to a single will, because he was cold and lost and alone in the trenches and never wanted to go back. There was no dread and boredom and more. No more contemplation. Just action. Then Nobody moved on, and another man lost his name. But the body that had once belonged to Fritz Obermayer remained, and it was nothing. It had no identity. It had no personhood. No-one could call it by any name. No-one knew it was even there. All it had ever been was a function. A soldier, then a fist. Then nothing. It had been warned about this by a man in white, but it hadn't listened. It still wasn't convinced that the man had been right. The nothing lived for many more years. There were no easy answers. It never knew what it could have been. It ate, and aged, and gnawed its own head at night. Then it saw two men outside its window and that was the end of that. The world is not a ruin to be admired and exalted. But the world also does not exist to be subordinated to a single will. It exists because it does, endless narratives after narratives that pick each other apart. There is no meaning. There is no identity. There is only the endless, dragging, all-consuming wholeness of existence. Who would Fritz Obermayer have been? His identity, his name, his very way of being, they became a shade. A ghost that moved through the world, a memory that was never spoken. Until it was bought up by someone who only existed through scraps. A figure who was nothing, and yet so many things. A rag and bone man, who only was because of what people left behind. There is no good. There is no evil. The Man Who Wasn't There The Man In The White Suit Hub Hello, My Name Isn't Chiaroscuro Nobody, Nobody, Nobody, and Nobody's Encounters with The Man in the White Suit → SCP-5353 -- Does Anyone Remember Fritz Obermeyer? ← Everyday Is Somebody's Birthday SCP-5877 -- Nobodies Ghosts in the Machine Files intercepted from Anderson Systems personnel SCP-5375 -- Nobody and the Name Machine Epilogue: Nobody in Their Right Mind |
SCP-5354 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5354 Special Containment Procedures: As of November 2018, SCP-5354 remains closed to the public. Regular updates are to be released regarding the instability of the area and social media is to be monitored for new mentions of SCP-5354. A boundary fence is in place around the site, warning signs are situated on associated footpaths and an on-foot patrol is in place to prevent further civilian incidents. Show Archived Containment Procedures Please note: The archived containment procedures shown below are for reference purposes only. [Updated on 12/11/2018] SCP-5354 is to be remotely monitored for increases in civilian activity or changes to individual visiting patterns. Should civilians attempt to inhabit the site, they are to be dispersed and peacefully discouraged from returning. Use of amnestics has been authorised as necessary. Given the low-risk nature of SCP-5354, and to avoid drawing unnecessary attention to the site, a physical perimeter boundary is not to be established.1 Description: SCP-5354 is the site of Caer Bran Hill Fort on the Penwith Peninsula in Cornwall. Any individual who crosses the outer boundary2 will become unable to experience anger, sadness, or produce tears. This effect continues until the affected individual exits SCP-5354. Given SCP-5354's folkloric reputation as a refuge from evil spirits, it is likely that these anomalous effects have been active for several centuries. Addendum 1: SCP-5354 Initial Incident Report On 7th January 2016, West Cornwall emergency services received a call from a Mrs. Temple-Stewart requesting assistance for a non-responsive female at SCP-5354. This female was later identified as Ms. Anna Worthing. Complaints previously lodged with the local council3 indicate that Ms. Worthing had been residing at SCP-5354 for several months. SCP-5354 Initial Incident Report: SCP-5354 Field Agent Matthew Thomas Date: 12/01/2016 07/01/2016, 07:46 - West Cornwall emergency services dispatch first responders to SCP-5354. 07/01/2016, 07:53 - First responders arrive at SCP-5354. Ms. Worthing is stabilised and transported to West Cornwall Hospital for further treatment. 07/01/2016, 11:30 - Ms. Worthing is admitted to West Cornwall Hospital. Records indicate that Ms. Worthing is suffering from the effects of prolonged exposure to the elements and keratoconjunctivitis sicca.4 10/01/2016, 08:50 - Ms. Worthing self-discharges during morning rounds. 10/01/2016, 12:30 - Field Agent Thomas5 becomes aware that Ms. Worthing has self-discharged. 10/01/2016, 1236 - Due to growing concerns that Ms. Worthing might be under the influence of a compulsion-causing anomaly,6 efforts are made to pinpoint Ms. Worthing's location. 10/01/2016, 13:35 - After a brief search, Ms. Worthing is located at SCP-5354. Ms. Worthing is fully compliant with initial efforts to remove her from the site but becomes significantly more resistant upon reaching the outer boundary. 10/01/2016, 13:45 - Ms. Worthing is detained for questioning. The area surrounding SCP-5354 is temporarily secured. SCP-5354 Interview SCP-5354-AW1 Interviewed: Ms. Anna Worthing Interviewer: Dr. Kerry Young Date: 18/01/2016 Note Whilst Ms. Worthing was originally taken into Foundation custody on 10/01/2016, she refused to respond to questioning for a period of eight days except to express her desire to return to SCP-5354. [BEGIN LOG] [Ms. Worthing's eyes are closed. She wraps her arms around her body, then lowers her chin towards her chest.] Dr. Young: Ms. Worthing, we'd like to ask you a few questions about - Ms. Worthing: And then you'll let me go back? Dr. Young: We won't stop you. [Ms. Worthing inhales, then exhales slowly. She nods.] Dr. Young: Okay. Can you tell us why you've been camping on the Peninsula? Did something happen to - [Ms. Worthing raises her head.] Ms. Worthing: What's wrong with me. That's what you really want to ask, isn't it? What kind of fuckup drops everything to go and camp out in the middle of nowhere? What kind of fucking - Dr. Young: No, we just - Ms. Worthing: You wouldn't get it even if I told you. Someone like you could never understand what it's like to be such a fuck-up that even your parents can't stand the sight of you. I - I just want to be left alone. By you. By them. By - [Ms. Worthing pauses for a moment. When she speaks again, her voice is quieter.] We had a fight that day - my Dad and me. I'd had another shitty day at work, and… It's like he can never leave it alone. "Why can't you work in the bank like Carol's boy? You're never going to get your own place." Before I even took my shoes off, he's at me about how I'm ruining their retirement, and I - I couldn't stay there. I couldn't. I just needed to get away for a while, okay? I needed a break from his bullshit. From all of it. It's too much to - [Ms. Worthing pauses and presses both hands to her face. When she removes her hands, her cheeks are wet.] Everyone says the view from the Caer is special. On a clear day, you can see for miles. The world looks… better. I just went up there to clear my head. Standing there, watching the way the ocean moved. I felt… light. I could sit looking out to sea for hours and not worry about a thing. It was one night, at first. Just a break from all the yelling and judgement. The being compared to other people's kids. Never being good enough. One night and then… I don't know. The longer I stayed, the less I had to go back to. And the less I wanted to go back to it. My phone got cut off. I guess I lost my job, and - Please. I don't want to be here. I can't deal with - Dr. Young: Thank you, Ms. Worthing. [END LOG] Note: Ms. Worthing has been amneticised and returned to her home in Sancreed, Cornwall. She is expected to recover fully from her physical symptoms. Addendum 2: SCP-5354 Incident 2 Between May and September 2018, on-site team members reported a gradual increase in both overall civilian site traffic and mid-length7 visits. A review of containment procedures was brought forward to early October, but given the typical seasonal fluctuations in visit patterns, it was decided that no immediate action was required. On October 28th, SCP-5354 was visited by self-proclaimed wellness coach Maxwell Finch. Mr. Finch reportedly remained at the site for three hours, taking multiple photos before ultimately returning to his vehicle. At 09.38 on October 29th, an image of SCP-5354 was posted to Mr. Finch's Instagram page with the caption "I found tranquility here in Caer Bran - you too can rediscover yourself by welcoming nature into your life!" and a link to Mr. Finch's website. The image quickly amassed several thousand likes and comments from Mr. Finch's followers. Over the course of the next week, SCP-5354 experienced an exponential increase in foot traffic, culminating in an attempt to establish a small on-site camp on the weekend of November 10-11th. Footpaths leading to the site sustained significant damage and car parks along a five-mile stretch of the peninsula were reported to be overflowing. On-site teams quickly acted to clear and close the site. Warnings were posted both along the trail and in local media claiming that subsidence associated with the underlying archaeology had made the area unsafe. A patrol was established to turn away new visitors, and any individuals who continued to seek access to the site were administered amnestics. Footnotes 1. Subject to regular review. 2. As delineated by the Iron Age rampart and ditch. 3. Including one made by Mrs. Temple-Stewart. 4. Chronic eye dryness. 5. Working as a ward nurse within the hospital at the time of the incident. 6. Testing has since indicated that SCP-5354 does not have an anomalously compulsive effect. 7. Defined for recording purposes as visits lasting between two and twenty-four hours. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5354" by Meska, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5354. 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-5355 | safe | SCP-5355: YOU THINK YOU'RE BIG KID? ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-5355, in an inactive state. WARNING! The following file needs to be updated with latest test results in the following sections; Description Proceed with caution. Item Number: 5355 Object Class/Clearance: Safe/Two Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5355 is to be contained in an anomalous items locker. Under no circumstance is SCP-5355 to be tested. Description: SCP-5355 refers to a toy "ray-gun", made of plastic and an unknown metal alloy. "The Fantastic Shrinkerator" is crudely written in large block letters with flaking gold paint on its left side. SCP-5355's design is similar to the retrofuturistic style, specifically dieselpunk or steampunk. A series of dials is on its right side. An unknown red liquid can be seen flowing through vials in the gun, appearing to serve a decorative purpose. The creator, charging functionality, and method of power storage of SCP-5355 are all currently unknown. SCP-5355 has no trigger, and can be operated via cranking a small crank on the back of its barrel. After approximately 30 seconds of cranking, SCP-5355 will whir and discharge a thin, bright green beam of concentrated photonic energy from its tip, while outputting a large amount of smoke. SCP-5355 will then cool down for 1 minute before another beam can be discharged. Dependent on what setting its dials are placed at, it is theorized that this beam has a variety of effects. Shrink Enlarge Return The beam will decrease the dimensions of an object by an unknown constant. The beam will increase the dimensions of an object by an unknown constant. The effects of previous firings of SCP-5355 will be reverted. Attached is a log of the single occasion of testing of SCP-5355. Addenda - Testing Log Testing Personnel: Researcher Pastore, Jr. Researcher Remington. Procedure: Fire on a series of objects set up in Site-28's firing range with each setting of SCP-5355, before reverting its effects with the "Return" setting. <BEGIN LOG> [Jr. Researcher Remington returns from the firing range's target area. Researcher Pastore has SCP-5355 in hand, and is currently scratching his beard. As J.R. Remington enters, Res. Pastore nods, speaking firmly.] Pastore: Are the objects ready? [J.R. Remington nods quickly.] Remington: Yep! All lined out over there for you. [Res. Pastore smiles.] Pastore: Thank you, Jeremy. Alright, which is first? Remington: Try the wet wipe. Biggest surface area to hit, I think. Pastore: Good idea. [Res. Pastore turns the dial, and begins cranking while aiming at a wet wipe hung on a clothesline on the opposite side of the firing range.] Pastore: Alright, set to "Shrink." And… firing. [SCP-5355 fires. The wipe shrinks to approximately half its previous size.] Remington: Huh. Neat. [J.R. Remington sighs.] All things considered, this is a nice change of pace. Pastore: Don't let your chickens out of the coop preemptively, Remington. Remington: Fine. Next is enlarge? Pastore: [nodding] Yep. [Res. Pastore adjusts the dial to "Enlarge."] Remington: Well, we wait now. Thing's gotta cool down. [J.R. Remington and Res. Pastore stand around, not talking. Res. Pastore coughs.] Remington: So uh, how're the kids? Pastore: I don't have kids, Jeremy. Remington: Sorry. [J.R. Remington sighs.] Pastore: Y'know, how's your mom? Remington: She's fine. Pastore: She recognize you last time you saw her? I know that stuff can be hard. Remington: Yeah. I can't guarantee when she won't, though. It sucks, Charles. Haven't let me in cause of that nasty cold I had. [Res. Pastore nods. SCP-5355 lets out a quiet ding. J.R. Remington sighs in relief, and sneezes once.] Pastore: Alright, again. [Pastore fires SCP-5355. The wipe enlarges to 2 times its original size, falling off of its clips. Remington heads to place it back on its clips.] Remington: Got it, got it. Pastore: Thanks. [Pastore sets the dial to "Return," and cranks SCP-5355. Upon firing, it appears to have no effect.] Pastore: Huh. Remington: You're sure it was all the way cooled down? Pastore: I heard the ding and everything, Jeremy. I'm old, but not that old. Remington: Fair. Try "Shrink?" Pastore: Sure. [The dial is cranked, and SCP-5355 is fired. There is no effect.] Remington: What the fuck? Pastore: My thoughts exactly. Let's try "Enlarge." [Res. Pastore cranks the dial and waits for the cooldown timer to finish, as Remington sits deep in thought. As soon as the ding is audible, Res. Pastore fires. J.R. Remington knocks the ray out of Res. Pastore's hand, and pulls him towards the door.] Remington: Wait — [Two large creatures spontaneously appear near the wet wipe. One appears similar to a large tardigrade, while the other is vaguely phagic in appearance. Both begin to crawl towards Res. Pastore and J.R. Remington, making deep and low moans.] Remington: Shoot it! Shoot the damn things! Pastore: I got it, I got it. [Res. Pastore fires SCP-5355 once more at the phagic entity. It has no effect. Both Res. Pastore and J.R. Remington make it out safely, as the camera is then swallowed by a large, amoebaic creature. As the creature comes into contact with the remains of the wet wipe, its cellular wall violently explodes, killing both of the other entities.] <END LOG> |
SCP-5356 | thaumiel | The file "SCP-5356" does not exist. The object it describes may have been archived, explained, or decommissioned and removed from the main database. by ███████████████ Item#: ERROR Level# Containment Class: ERROR Secondary Class: ERROR Disruption Class: ERROR Risk Class: ERROR link to memo The file "SCP-5356" does not exist. The object it describes may have been archived, explained, or decommissioned and removed from the main database. If not, you may be encountering a database error, and should contact RAISA for assistance. If you do not believe this to be the case, you may input Level 5 clearance credentials for more information. |
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One of many disinformation campaign posters that were distributed as part of Protocol 5357. Description: SCP-5357 was an anomalous strain of orthohantavirus first discovered in November of 1949 in Alberta, Canada. SCP-5357 was originally found to be infecting Rattus norvegicus and Rattus rattus1 near the eastern border of the province. By early 1950, SCP-5357 had spread to human populations in the same area. Infected specimens were thought to originate in western Saskatchewan, though an exact location was never determined. SCP-5357 utilized similar transmission vectors as other orthohantaviruses.2 Infected rats did not display any signs of disease and appeared to remain unaffected by the virus. When a human was infected, typical symptoms such as sweating, fever, and runny nose would develop within one to two days. Despite treatment, the infected subject's condition would continue to degrade until they typically passed away after approximately one week. In the hours following brain death, a mischief3 of approximately 10-12 brown and black rats would attempt to escape from the corpse's abdominal cavity. Testing revealed that each resulting rat was infected with SCP-5357. Neutralization: Upon designation of SCP-5357, MTF-5357 ("Pest Control") was assigned to track the movement of infected rats throughout the province and to respond to reported cases. By the summer of 1953, SCP-5357 was determined to have begun spreading toward more central areas of the region. Foundation measures were inadequate to contain the outbreak due to the exponential rate at which infected rats would multiply. In veiled cooperation with the local government, the task force was absorbed as the "Association of Alberta Agricultural Fieldmen", or AAAF. Later that year, the AAAF enacted Protocol 5357. Open Protocol 5357 Hide Protocol 5357 Protocol 5357 Action Plan to Minimize Transmission of SCP-5357 The central-east region of Alberta, Canada, including the immediate eastern border, has been divided into seven municipalities. One Foundation-affiliated AAAF member has been assigned as a Pest Control Inspector for each municipality. In an agreement with the Government of Alberta, costs of the following measures are split 50/50 with the Department of Agriculture: Each Pest Control Inspector has been assigned a team. Pest Control Inspectors are responsible for the delegation of tasks and verification of completion to effectively implement these procedures. The eastern border of each municipality must be inspected every 29 km every week. Inspectors are to search for signs of rats, including droppings, burrow holes, or tracks. Six baited stations have been placed within each municipality and must be checked daily. Ricin-laced oats have been distributed to affected rural areas for use of pest control. Confetti has been mixed into the oats for identification purposes. Public education campaigns have been enacted, encouraging civilians to rat-proof their homes and businesses. This includes the distribution of awareness posters, rat traps and poisons, and educational materials. Several methods have been made available to the public to report any rat sightings, including by mail and phone. The Government of Alberta will continuously enforce existing pest control legislation. All recovered rats must be killed and incinerated. The presence of SCP-5357 does not need to be confirmed and there is no bias between species. The AAAF and Foundation recognize that local wildlife and fauna systems may be affected by the removal of the Rattus genus and this risk has been identified as acceptable. This protocol will remain in effect indefinitely. Since 1960, rat sightings in Alberta had reduced significantly. Despite this, several cases of SCP-5357 infection continued to be reported in the province. Following review by the O5-Council, it was determined that SCP-5357 had mutated, causing rat poisons ingested by infected organisms to become inert. Between 1963 and 1965, Foundation resources were directed towards the development of SCP-5357-1, a modified version of SCP-5357 designed to eradicate infected rat specimens. Development was enabled through the splicing of SCP-5357's DNA. Due to the substance's mechanism of action (causing death by dissolving the polynucleotide chains composing DNA when SCP-5357 is detected), using it to treat preexisting cases of SCP-5357 invariably results in death. Open SCP-5357-1 Test Logs Hide Test Logs Following initial development, SCP-5357-1 was administered to several subjects via an aerosol dispersed into a closed chamber to determine its effectiveness. [Extraneous test logs removed.] Test # Subject Results 134 Rattus norvegicus, not infected with SCP-5357. No immediate effects observed. SCP-5357-1 is present in the blood following testing. 142 Rattus norvegicus, infected with SCP-5357. Subject became lethargic following inhalation. Fur began to fall out after approximately one hour. The subject died of organ failure approximately two hours after inhalation. 549 D-10853, not infected with SCP-5357. No immediate effects observed; subject complained of a stuffy nose following inhalation. SCP-5357-1 is present in the blood following testing. 556 D-15482, infected with SCP-5357. Subject immediately became nauseous and vomited following inhalation. Severe eczema appeared on the entire body after six hours, followed by the shedding of the epidermal layer. The subject subsequently went into shock and died of organ failure 8 hours after inhalation. Several undeveloped Rattus specimens were discovered in the subject's abdominal cavity. Post-Testing Notes: SCP-5357-1 was determined to behave as expected. The congestion reported in Test #549 was discovered to be a minor histamine reaction; no other human subjects reported any symptoms. Open Protocol 5357-B Hide Protocol 5357-B Protocol 5357-B Action Plan to Neutralize SCP-5357 The entirety of Alberta, Canada, as well as the western border region of Saskatchewan, Canada, have been designated as Containment Zone 5357. Foundation affiliations with the AAAF have been severed. Costs associated with the following measures are funded by the Foundation: 105 Antonov An-2 aircraft have been acquired to facilitate and uphold this protocol. On a quinquennial basis, SCP-5357-1 is to be dispersed amongst the entirety of Containment Zone 5357 via aerial application. This must be performed during the dry season of the designated year under the guise of water application for wildfire prevention. SCP-5357-1 laced oats have been distributed to affected rural areas for use of pest control. The oats are labelled as containing ricin. Confetti has been mixed into the oats for identification purposes. Foundation intervention is required when a human death related to SCP-5357 or SCP-5357-1 is reported to maintain secrecy and distribute appropriate cover stories. Public education campaigns are continued to encourage civilians to rat-proof their homes and businesses. Several methods remain available to the public to report any rat sightings, including by mail and phone. The Government of Alberta will continuously enforce existing pest control legislation. This is performed independently from the Foundation. All recovered rats must be killed and incinerated. The presence of SCP-5357 does not need to be confirmed and there is no bias between species. SCP-5357 has been determined not to pose a threat to any wildlife not infected by SCP-5357. In the weeks following the implementation of Protocol 5357-B, reported instances of SCP-5357 infection in humans dropped dramatically. SCP-5357-1 is estimated to be present in approximately 90% of the local population, though this is considered to be a harmless side-effect of neutralization considering there are no effects in those without SCP-5357 infection. Six months following the application of SCP-5357-1, there have been zero reported rat sightings or SCP-5357 infections reported in Alberta. Incident Report: Approximately two years following the implementation of Protocol 5357-B, a civilian death was brought to the attention of the Foundation. Despite being expected and outlined in the above protocol, this event was particularly concerning due to its nature. The individual was discovered within their home in a semi-liquid state. Laboratory analysis of the remains determined that the individual's DNA bonds had spontaneously dissolved. SCP-5357-1 was detected in the remains, though there was no presence of SCP-5357. Research is ongoing as to whether SCP-5357-1 has begun to mutate. More from this author... Image used with written permission from Alberta Agriculture and Forestry. Footnotes 1. Brown and Black rats, respectively. 2. Breathing in air that has been contaminated with urine, saliva, and feces. 3. Terminology for a group of rats. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5357" by deathbygin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5357. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Name: Rat Awareness Poster Author: Alberta Agriculture and Forestry License: Used with the permission of Alberta Agriculture and Forestry Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-5358 | euclid | Brought to you by VKTM! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5358 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5358-2 as depicted in an SCP-5358-3 poster instance. ASSIGNED SITE SITE DIRECTOR RESEARCH HEAD ASSIGNED TASK FORCE Site-43 Allan J. McInnis Dr. Lillian S. Lillihammer MTF Kappa-43 SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Instances of SCP-5358-1 and -3 are held within High-Yield Data Storage Facility 2, located at Site-43. Experimentation is restricted to Level-3 personnel or higher. Affected individuals are to immediately be detained and treated with Class-C amnestics. Undercover field agents of MTF Kappa-43 with Level-2 hazardous resistance have been dispatched to search the target area in which new instances of -1 and -3 arise, where they are to be confiscated. Foundation web-crawlers are to download SCP-5358 related media.Including SCP-5358-3 instances found online. into the Site-43 database for cognitive decontamination and examination of any undisclosed information regarding SCP-5358-2 or GoI-5889. Civilian witnesses are to be administered Class-A amnestics. SCP-5358-1 instances' box cover art. DESCRIPTION: SCP-5358-1 instances are standard VHS cassette tapes, created and distributed by GoI-5889 ["Vikander-Kneed Technical Media"]. Each instance contains an infomercial for SCP-5358-2, an unknown country known as "Vlorschidia." SCP-5358-1's anomalous properties are triggered whenever an individual views an instance's entirety without interruption. Subject will proceed to search for the nearest large body of water. Once they reach their destination, they will stand in place and salute before chanting a series of indecipherable lines in a melodic flow, assumed to be Vlorschidia's "national anthem." After subject concludes, they will stare at the shoreline from a period of a few minutes to a couple of hours without reacting to outside circumstances. Subject loses all memory of the effects following this. SCP-5358-2 is a land of unknown measurements, origin, or location. Vlorschidia has a set of features, including: Its own unique language, "Vlorsch." A national anthem. A flag, the background being red and blue stripes and a yellow 'V' with thick black outlining in the foreground. Intricate structures that curve, bend, and split at several points. Its own currency known as "Vloins." Government system. Historical figures and events, and more. Example SCP-5358-3 instance derived from the social media app "Instagram." SCP-5358-3 instances are a multitude of mildly cognitohazardous media that also advertise SCP-5358-2,.None as of yet contain any information regarding SCP-5358-2's whereabouts or available contact information. ranging from ads in newspapers, posters, and fliers, to segments of television and radio stations, as well as posts on popular social media apps and websites. Viewing or listening of any instance results in the individual recalling a certain time where they or someone they know has visited Vlorschidia. However, subjects typically refused to elaborate any further. SCP-5358-1 and physical SCP-5358-3 instances manifest within Asheville, North Carolina, USA. To date, no patterns can be discovered between each reported manifestation of these instances. SCP-5358-A is Vivo Mann Gollifer, the host of SCP-5358-1. It resembles a human male clothed in a dark blue tuxedo with a black tie, white gloves and shorts, socks, and sandals. Its face is yet to be seen as it is blocked off from the nose-up throughout the infomercial. Attempts to search for information regarding the entity resulted unsuccessfully. ADDENDUM-1 At the opening of SCP-5358-1, the title "Vlorschidia: an Infomercial" is displayed in bold, white lettering with the subhead underneath "Brought to you by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media" onto a black background for 1 minute before gradually shifting to a scene of a rainforest background. [BEGIN LOG] Pulled frame from opening scene of SCP-5358-1. [It is noted that SCP-5358-A is the only individual speaking English, with other citizens communicating in the country's language. However, subtitles are provided.] [Background music starts. SCP-5358-A enters from from the left, distorting the background, exposing the obvious greenscreen. It stands in place, holding a blue microphone with the letter V crudely-painted in gold around the exterior. SCP-5358-A broadly smiles, showing its golden teeth before clearing its throat.] SCP-5358-A: Hello, fellow other people from other countries watching this infomercial. My name is Vivo Mann Gollifer- [White text reading "Vivo Mann Gollifer" appears for a couple of seconds, in which SCP-5358-A pauses before the message disappears.] SCP-5358-A: -a proud citizen of this proud and very proud country, Vlorschidia, home of the proud. I am also the host hosting this infomercial to provide you curious cats in our culture, attractions, natives, and other things that are at least slightly more entertaining than your stupid, boring country. (It yawns) Aw, man, I'm yawning just thinking of you sitting down, watching me ramble on and insulting other groups with no apparent consequences for the sake of humor and convincing you to join us please…but, hey, you're still watching! [An unidentified individual, clothed in a torn hoodie and blue trousers comes into the background frame with a jug of gasoline. They begin to pour the liquid onto the surrounding area. SCP-5358-A does not seem to acknowledge their presence.] SCP-5358-A: Now, as you can see, this is our lovely rainforest that we take care of dearly and, uh, faithfully. Beautiful, don't you think? Well, with you visitors coming along, it could all burn down and turn to ash…Oh, don't worry, that was just a slight exaggeration. Well, there might be a little pollution and all that, but who cares? Surely not us (laughs hysterically). [Music abruptly ceases.] SCP-5358-A: Don't at us. [Music resumes. SCP-5358-A checks its wristwatch.] SCP-5358-A: Ah, look at the time. Have to hurry on now, don't want to bore you short attention-spanned viewers. Come on, I know where to go! [SCP-5358-A leaves the frame in an awkward manner and the unknown person takes a match stick from their pocket, lighting it and dropping it onto the ground. Segment ends before it hits the surface.] Pulled frame of a house. [SCP-5358-A is throwing pebbles at the top window of a house but to no response.] SCP-5358-A: Hello? Neighbor? It's me, the one you always yell at to get off the lawn. Wait, that doesn't narrow anything down, does it? [Silence for a couple of seconds. SCP-5358-A takes out a brick and throws it. A citizen, seemingly in their fifties, enters in view of the camera with a confused expression. The brick crashes through the window and hits their face, causing them to collapse.] SCP-5358-A: Oh fuck, cut that ou- [Scene cuts and the individual is seen waving at the camera in an exaggerated manner, their teeth missing and strings attached to their head and arms to an above area. The window is still broken and stained in blood.] SCP-5358-A: Eh, good enough. [SCP-5358-A pulls out its microphone from its back.] SCP-5358-A: Another aspect for sore tourists are our citizens, your aspiring neighbors. They won't make fun of you, no yelling, no cussing, all the pure greatness, right in front of your doorstep. With them, you'll have no problem performing the same mundane tasks you've been doing for the past, what, decade now? Oh, what have you been doing besides staring at a screen your whole damn life? [Silence for 3 minutes. The camera pans between the hanging body and SCP-5358-A as it gradually zooms in. It suddenly resets.] SCP-5358-A: Oh, I just remembered. Who actually cares what you do with your life? I certainly don't. I just want you to waste your time and money here instead. Anyways, I'm bored with this segment. Let us continue, shall we? Onward, to more beauty! (Puts its hand onto its ear, whispering) Hey, Dareth, get the boat and lighter ready, alright? And also, make sure to use bleach when cleaning this time. I'm the advertiser here, not the advisor, you fucking nitwit. [End of segment.] Pulled frame of a bar. [SCP-5358-A stands in front of multiple people brawling and inaudibly shouting.] SCP-5358-A: This is uh- [A chair soars past SCP-5358-A, barely missing it. Screaming is heard and the host turns to its direction,] SCP-5358-A: (Clears throat) Right, so this is the bar, for the people who want to cope. But not me, I prefer to be sober…at least for today (laughs nervously). If you ever want to forget all the money you've wasted coming here, no idea what to do next, come here because the beers are cheap! [A wine bottle hits SCP-5358-A's back, shattering. The host turns.] SCP-5358-A: Alright, who threw that? [The crowd ignores SCP-5358-A.] SCP-5358-A: I swear to goodness me, I'll kick all you out the bar if that happens again, you hear me? (Sighs) Anyways- [SCP-5358-A faces the camera.] SCP-5358-A: You may think it's a little chaotic with all the rampaging citizens fighting each other like it's war, but don't worry, we also have a hospital. It is a little pricey though, not gonna lie. Just…be careful who you bump into, you don't want to lose more than just your savings. [A door opens offscreen as light shines onto the floor. A silhouette is seen and SCP-5358-A turns to it, frowning.] SCP-5358-A: Oh, Jerrie? You have quite the nerve coming here and showing your face. You've owed me that twelve grand for three months ago now, you prick- [The camera pans to the individual as SCP-5358-A tackles them, along with multiple other unidentified people. The scene cuts and Jerrie is seen behind the counter, their baggy eyes full of tears and their arm chained to a pole.] SCP-5358-A: That's what you get. Now you're going to stay there until you get me my cash, you understand? I pity you, so I'll give you some more time. But don't forget what I've said. (Mutters) What a freeloader. [End of segment.] Pulled image of a park. [SCP-5358-A sits on a bench, cross-legged and observing the surrounding area. A leaf falls on its head and it shakes it off.] SCP-5358-A: Hey, you made it till the end of the infomercial. Congratulations! Thank you for sticking around. Seems like you have nothing better to do with your life. Well, apart from the fact that you can come and stay here, in Vlorschidia, full of amazing everything, including a place where you belong. (Chuckles) Oh, if only. [Pause.] SCP-5358-A: Yeah, if you think I'm lying, I'm not. As you can see, I'm in a fancy suit, so…I should be the professional here, not you. Besides, you never been here at all, have you? So how can you judge? Spoiler alert (scoffs), you can't. [SCP-5358-A notices and turns to 2 individuals, male and female, having a picnic on the hill as they stare at the cloudy sky. It turns back to the camera, grinning.] SCP-5358-A: How 'bout this? I'm gonna go up to that couple over there and ask them for their opinion on this beautiful place, then maybe it'll convince you to move and become one of us forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever- [SCP-5358-A continues to repeat itself for 6 minutes as the level of distortion steadily increases before the film cuts to it interviewing the couple, who appear uncomfortable.] SCP-5358-A: (To the man) Hello, fellow kind sir of this place which is magnificent. What can you say about Vlorschidia? Please (whispers into ear) answer wisely or else…Just kidding! Man: Yeah, um, it is such a remarkable place to live in, you know? Uh- SCP-5358-A: Yeah, I do know. Man: Yup, and uh…it's (pause) great to be spending a living here with my girlfriend too…Are we done here now? SCP-5358-A: Aw, lookie here, folks, relationship goals, only here at Vlorschidia, land of the lovers. You could even find your one true love here…or not, who knows? Maybe you'll be lonely no matter where you go. (Mutters) Like they'll be once they break up and regret it all. Man: Did you say something? SCP-5358-A: Oh, nothing, It's just a little…it doesn't matter. Just, good luck with all your relationship problems and complications waiting ahead in your distant yet close future. Man: …Alright? SCP-5358-A: (Turns to camera) There you have it, soon-to-be citizens. Like they said, definitely not against their will, it is a thrill adventure living here in this proud country. Now what are you waiting for? Move here and stay here, settle here in Vlorschidia, where a better life is waiting for you here. Don't ignore us, please. [SCP-5358-A points to the camera for several minutes] Woman: Sir, are you okay? SCP-5358-A: (Under its breath) Shut your trap, Mareena. I'm recording an infomercial here [SCP-5358-A hits the woman with its microphone. The screen fades to black and the following message is stated: "WE ARE NOT A SCAM :)" The infomercial concludes.] [END LOG] UPDATE: On 30/03/2020, a partially-burnt boat containing a body washed up near the shore of Lake Lure, Asheville. The deceased individual was later identified to be the same person within SCP-5358-1's infomercial. With the Foundation aware of this, involved parties and witnesses were amnesticized and the body was taken in for further investigation. Recovered from the boat were flowers, stuffed animals, photographs, and an SCP-5358-3 postcard instance, reading: + Show Contents + - Hide - We even do funerals better, letting the outside know what a delightful life is like here, in Vlorschidia. Come today! The deceased person could not be identified. Further research into the whereabouts of SCP-5358-2 is ongoing following this incident. 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SCP-5359 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5359 Special Containment Procedures: All physical copies of SCP-5359 are stored in a standard low-risk object locker at the East Wing of Site-49; an electronic copy of SCP-5359 has been stored in the Site-49 database. MTF Chi-9 ("Page Turners") are to be deployed to all scenes where a death by spontaneous combustion has occurred, to search for copies of SCP-5359. If a physical copy is found, it is to be secured and taken to containment without being read in its entirety - members of MTF Chi-9 have memorized the first and last two stanzas of SCP-5359 in order to facilitate identification. Foundation webcrawler ALPHA-04/TOM is currently monitoring all web activity searching for electronic copies of SCP-5359. If one is found, ALPHA-04/TOM is programmed to isolate and delete the SCP-5359 instance, alerting MTF Chi-9 with all IPs that have visited the compromised page. All witnesses of the effects of SCP-5359 are to be interrogated and amnesticized, using cover story number 24 ("Abduction and Disappearance"), or cover story number 15 ("Gas Leak") as deemed necessary. Description: SCP-5359 is the designation for an unpublished poem, organized in 11 4-verse stanzas, known as "The Unknown Lady", written in 1945 by Kiyoshi Nakamura (1909 - 1950), a former professor at the University of Tokyo. SCP-5359 contains an infohazard that is triggered once subjects acquire full knowledge of the contents of the poem, either by reading it by themselves or by listening to someone else read it aloud. Approximately 55 seconds after completion, the subject's body will begin to emit large amounts of ionizing radiation, followed almost immediately by instantaneous combustion. Radiation from the effects of SCP-5359 will disappear through unknown means approximately 30 seconds after the subject's vital functions have stopped. It is known, from various letters and pieces of his diary, that Mr. Nakamura wrote SCP-5359 following a series of tourist trips he had made to different countries after being rejected from the Japanese army because of his multiple health problems (including asthma and a limp in his left leg caused by a fracture he sustained in a traffic accident in 1939). It is still unknown how Mr. Nakamura created the infohazard, or how it did not affect him. Discovery: SCP-5359 was discovered after 17 potentially anomalous deaths occurred in Okinawa Prefecture, Japan, in 2010. Agents Yoshida and Akagawa were deployed to investigate these deaths, successfully tracking down and containing a copy of SCP-5359 that had been checked out of a public library by a university student, presumably for the purpose of studying the works of Kiyoshi Nakamura. It is currently unknown how the library obtained a copy of SCP-5359. Once the anomalous properties of SCP-5359 were confirmed, the Foundation was able to connect 127 other deaths around the world that had previously been classified as Extranormal Events, and were considered to be isolated incidents. So far, the Foundation has seized 53 copies of SCP-5359, including 4 electronic copies. It is currently unknown how all of these copies have been distributed, and the person or group responsible for this has been provisionally classified as GoI-5359. Addendum 5359.1: Contents of SCP-5359 The following is a summary of the contents of SCP-5359. Some parts have been omitted in order to avoid activation of its infohazardous effects on the reader. Upon a place where air is warm, There lays a treasure I want For inside a village which is shady, Lives an unknown lady. She is unknown by most of them people Who reside outside the bloom. Someday they will ring the steeple, And they will rise upon the navel of the moon. Wait we all need to. As for now, She will remain unknown, For another decade or two. [DATA REDACTED] My beatiful and precious, The unknown lady talked with me. She taught me everything she will be, And unknown remains why is she seen as dangerous. Power is feared, it is respected. Will they use my lady, To do something misdirected? I'm afraid she has already betrayed me. [DATA REDACTED] Death and horror rose to the sky, They didn't even get to say goodbye. Though, once, time will come, And they won't be able to run home. For the unknown lady will say her name, Out loud, everyone will hear her scream, Please, make my word known, As the lady will not be anymore unknown. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5359" by EthanHanson, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5359. 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-5360 | safe | Item #: SCP-5360 Level 3/5360 Classified An approximate floor plan of SCP-5360. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5360 and the adjacent properties are to be put under the jurisdiction of the local Site-712. A cover story will be disseminated that SCP-5360 is to be made a city landmark. The appearance of SCP-5360 and all evidence will be logged daily. A mobile testing location will be constructed for ease of access in this purpose. Only Level 3+ personnel may have access to SCP-5360. Due to Incident 5360-1, all personnel assigned for longer than a week must undergo mandatory psychiatric evaluation. Researcher Kazato will be the Head Researcher for SCP-5360 following Incident 5360-1. Description: SCP-5360 is the designation for the murder scene of Vincent Taglietti (and by extent, the estate). 5360's anomalous properties manifest daily at approximately 1 AM. At this time, all pertinent evidence within the estate will disappear and reappear within five minutes. However, the evidence will have either greatly changed or no longer be relevant to the murder. Additionally, the corpse will re-manifest with a different cause of death and as an entirely different person. A list of various changes have been composed, which include: A Colt M1911A1 handgun re-manifested as a Smith & Wesson Model 10 revolver. A 30-year old male with a death by gunshot re-manifested as a 23-year old female with a death by manual strangulation. Any pictures or video taken of the crime scene are corrupted (digitally) or blank (film). Currently, none of the corpses produced by SCP-5360 have been identified. A list of all SCP-5360 appearances and pieces of evidence is available upon request. Item History: SCP-5360 was discovered in Spring Green, Wisconsin on March 14th, 2019, after the murder of its owner Vincent Taglietti. When police investigators first attempted to investigate, 5360's anomalous properties manifested. The Foundation took jurisdiction over the investigation six days later and enacted temporary containment procedures; full containment was implemented ten days from 5360's first manifestation. The murder of Vincent Taglietti has not been solved. Addendum 01: Incident 5360-1 « 5360-1 Investigation Log » » 5360-1 Investigation Log « Investigative Bureau of Internal Crime INCIDENT LOG On December 14th, 2019, at 10:04 AM, the body of former Head Researcher Carter was discovered in the shed adjacent to the main house of SCP-5360. He was found having sliced his carotid artery with a knife produced by SCP-5360; an on-site autopsy determined that Researcher Carter died at approximately 9:00 PM the previous day. This was corroborated by the fact that the side entrance had been opened by Carter at 8:55 PM (as evidenced by logs from the entrance's electronic keypad). Additionally, it had been raining the day before - the ground outside was extremely muddy. Only one set of footprints was found in the mud, leading from the side entrance to the shed. These footprints matched with the boots worn by Researcher Carter. A note was found written by Researcher Carter, expressing his disgust at seeing the corpses of SCP-5360 everyday. New procedures will be implemented to prevent this type of incident in the future. Approximate Timeline of Events: At 7:00 PM, Researcher Travis Carter and Researcher Inoue Kazato enter the main house of SCP-5360 to conduct research. Carter leaves 5360 at 8:30, as seen on some security footage. Carter re-enters 5360 at 8:55 by the side entrance and enters the shed. Carter writes the note, then proceeds to commit suicide. Researcher Kazato leaves the main house at SCP-5360 at 9:10. The body of Researcher Carter is discovered at 10:04 AM the next day. - Investigation conducted by Agents Trevelyan and Kogoro. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING ADDENDUM IS LEVEL 5/5360 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THESE ADDENDUM WITHOUT LEVEL 5/5360 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Addendum 02: Researcher Kazato Interview Log « Interview Log, 12/15/19 » » Interview Log, 12/15/19 « Interviewed: Researcher Inoue Kazato Interviewer: IBIC Agent Akechi Kogoro [ BEGIN LOG ] Akechi: Hello, Researcher Kazato. Kazato: Good morning, Agent. I suppose you're here to see me about the SCP-5360 incident again? Akechi: Sorry for being so predictable! < Akechi laughs. > Akechi: I just have to ask you something. Kazato: I think I've told you everything I know. Akechi: Ah, yes. So you say. What size are your shoes, if I may ask? Kazato: What? What does this have anything to do with the incident? Akechi: Please, if you would, just answer the question. Kazato: Fine. I'm a size nine. Akechi: Size nine, I see. What kind of shoes do you wear? Kazato: Combat boots, high lace. < Akechi is silent for two minutes. > Kazato: Can I go now? I've got to take care of things at the site. Akechi: I'm… afraid not. Kazato: Why not? Akechi: Because Travis Carter's death wasn't a suicide. It was a very, very well planned murder. And you're the one who committed it. < Kazato briefly smiles. > Kazato: Oh? What makes you say that, hmm? Wasn't I in the main building from seven o'clock to ten past nine? Akechi: According to the report, you were. Kazato: And there were no footprints from the house to the shed, right? Akechi: Indeed there weren't. Kazato: So how could I have committed this so-called murder, huh? Akechi: Well, you couldn't have- Kazato: See! What was that accusation about, then? Akechi: - if that really had been Carter who left at eight-thirty. Kazato: Are you stupid? There was security footage of him leaving the main house at that time. Akechi: There was security footage of someone leaving the main house. The only person who said it was Carter was you. After all, both of you have similar builds and external appearances. It wouldn't have been far-fetched for you to walk out pretending to be him. He can't disprove it. Kazato: W- what are you suggesting? Akechi: I'm suggesting that you called Carter to the main house and knocked him out. You then walked out, being careful not to show your face to the security cameras. Kazato: His body was found in the shed, you idiot! He's the one that opened the side entrance! There were only one set of footprints going towards the shed, and none between the house! How do you suggest that I got his body then? Akechi: That's not too difficult. Kazato: How, then? Akechi: You took his card when you left. Then, you came back and entered used his card to get through the side gate so it would look like he opened it. Akechi: You transported the body using long, vertical planks between the main house and the shed so you wouldn't leave footprints. You then propped his body up and slit his throat with the knife. The note was most likely prepared beforehand. After that, you swapped your shoes: both of you share the same shoe size and wear the same type of combat boots. You left the shed using the planks, then exited the main house as if nothing happened. Kazato: Long vertical planks? Hah. I didn't carry anything like that in. What did I use? Akechi: I noticed by comparing the 5360 logs that a pair of long skis had vanished from the shed, but had turned up in the main house the next day. They didn't have anything to do with the crime that was logged that day, so why were they moved? Because you had used them to cross the distance between the main house and the shed. < Kazato is visibly distressed. > Kazato: Where- wh- where's your proof? Akechi: You have them on you. Kazato: What? Akechi: You're wearing the same shoes as the day you committed the murder. At the scene of the crime, the ground around Carter's feet had blood splatters. I'm not sure if you realized it. < Kazato looks down at his feet and starts shaking. > Akechi: When you swapped the shoes, you inadvertently took the shoes that were stained with his blood. You've never - by all reports - been near Carter since the incident happened. One witness can cleanly testify that your boots were shined clean two days ago. If we test the blood on your shoes, and should it belong to Carter, that would prove that you were at the scene of the crime. < Kazato is silent for several minutes. > Kazato: Hah, I guess- I guess you've won. [ END LOG ] |
SCP-5361 | neutralized | Bread_Tyrant Author Page Instance of SCP-5361 Item #: SCP-5361 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers were to monitor UK weather agencies and other media outlets reporting on abnormal weather patterns detected to be as a result of SCP-5361-1, suppressing this information from public view. SCP-5361-1 was prepared to be contained within a corporeal entity containment chamber at Site-301, with a Faraday cage constructed around the unit. The activity of SCP-5361-1 was to be monitored at all times. If SCP-5361-1 began to dematerialise, an inbuilt SRA would be activated. As of 20/6/2021, SCP-5361 and -1 are considered neutralised. Description: SCP-5361 were a series of weather phenomena that occurred based on the emotional state of SCP-5361-1, a humanoid entity, superficially resembling the late Doctor Fordham who died on 27/5/2021. SCP-5361-1 produced an intermittent antimemetic effect on subjects viewing it and would manifest at a variable time at a variable location within the UK before beginning to wander without direction. After travelling for roughly 2 hours, SCP-5361-1 would dematerialise. SCP-5361-1 was not affected by outside stimuli, capable of walking through solid surfaces and would ignore any attempts at communication. As of 20/6/2021 SCP-5361-1 has yet to manifest again. Addendum.1: Below are a series of text messages between Doctor Roberts and the late Doctor Fordham. + 25/05/2021 - 25/05/2021 25/05/2021 at 11:43 Dr. Roberts: Not long till you're back now Dr. Roberts: I can't wait for us to finally spend some time together Dr. Fordham: I can't wait either Dr. Fordham: Only a few days left on this project Dr. Roberts: And it's just in time for your birthday as well Dr. Fordham: We have to make this one extra special then Dr. Roberts: You know what else is coming up? Dr. Fordham: Hmmm I wonder what? Dr. Fordham: Nope, my calendar is completely empty ;) Dr. Roberts: You and your jokes lol Dr. Roberts: It will be our 3 year anniversary Dr. Fordham: Oh I must have forgotten Dr. Roberts: :( Dr. Fordham: I'm messing with you Dr. Fordham: Of course I remembered Dr. Roberts: I still remember that little work get together all those years ago Dr. Fordham: Ah yes Dr. Fordham: When I first asked you out Dr. Fordham: Good times Dr. Roberts: I still reminisce about the old days Dr. Roberts: When things were much simpler Dr. Fordham: I miss them as well Dr. Fordham: But the promotion allowed us to buy that new house we always wanted Dr. Fordham: Opened up a lot of doors as well Dr. Roberts: I know Dr. Roberts: I just wish we had more time Dr. Fordham: We will soon enough Dr. Roberts: I hope so 25/05/2021 at 11:45 Dr. Fordham: Looks like it's time for me to head off now Dr. Fordham: Will text you later Dr. Fordham: Bye Dr. Roberts: Good bye + 27/05/2021 - 27/05/2021 27/05/2021 at 12:27 Dr. Roberts: Yay Dr. Roberts: Coming back home today just in time for your birthday Dr. Roberts: I brought you your favourite 27/05/2021 at 12:29 Dr. Roberts: Hey? Dr. Roberts: So when are you back home? Dr. Fordham: Something's come up Dr. Roberts: ? Dr. Fordham: Well Simon said that there's a potential promotion up for grabs if I decide to stay a little longer Dr. Roberts: What do you mean by staying a little longer? Dr. Fordham: Well there is the whole tracking, observing and studying stuff and then all the paperwork has to be entered onto the database Dr. Fordham: It's a very tedious process, but you get the extra money and it could lead to a higher paying position Dr. Roberts: Is this not a steady enough job for you at the moment Dr. Roberts: You might not even get it and it will just be more time wasted, when you could be home Dr. Fordham: We could always use the extra money Dr. Fordham: Go on that holiday we always wanted Dr. Fordham: Get a new car and stuff like that with the job Dr. Roberts: That's all well and good Dr. Roberts: But is it all worth it if you're always away on some research trip and never here Dr. Roberts: It would be nice to finally spend a bit of time together Dr. Fordham: We can have all the time in the world Dr. Fordham: It's just that moving up the ranks would benefit us Dr. Fordham: Just imagine Dr. Roberts: When will it stop though Dr. Fordham: I though this is what you wanted Dr. Fordham: A stable job Dr. Fordham: Money for us Dr. Fordham: I'm doing this for us Dr. Roberts: But what's the point if we can't enjoy our life together Dr. Roberts: It's always about work Dr. Roberts: Ever since we first got together Dr. Fordham: It's just another week or so Dr. Roberts: Yes, but when will it end Dr. Roberts: Every time you come home from your latest trip out of the country Dr. Roberts: You're immediately off the next day to some other place Dr. Fordham: I'm trying okay Dr. Fordham: Balancing this job and still having time for us is frustrating Dr. Fordham: I just want to get it over and done with so things can go back to being about us Dr. Fordham: Is that not what you wanted? For us to be happy Dr. Roberts: Is that what you want Jeffery? Dr. Fordham: Well Dr. Fordham: It's complicated Dr. Roberts: You're tiring yourself out for a job that you're not happy with Dr. Fordham: Who says I'm not happy Dr. Fordham: I'm happy because in the end it will all be worth it Dr. Fordham: To live our best lives together Dr. Roberts: I think we need to figure out what's important to the both of us Dr. Roberts: This relationship Dr. Roberts: Or our work lives Dr. Fordham: I mean what did you think this job would do? Dr. Roberts: I had never really thought it through Dr. Fordham: Why? Dr. Fordham: Because you didn't think it would be successful Dr. Roberts: No Dr. Roberts: Because I didn't think that it would mean you'd be away for so long Dr. Fordham: Do you not think I can get the promotion or something Dr. Roberts: It's not like that Dr. Roberts: I just don't want you to be disappointed in yourself again like last time Dr. Fordham: What happened last time won't happen again Dr. Fordham: You can trust me Dr. Fordham: Just a little more time for what's most important to me right now Dr. Roberts: I think the both of us need a break from it all Dr. Roberts: Figure out this whole life thing if we want to keep this relationship going Dr. Roberts: I'm going to stay round my sister's for a bit Dr. Roberts: I can't stand being in this house alone without you Dr. Fordham: Hey? 27/05/2021 at 12:31 Dr. Fordham: Hey Dr. Fordham: I didn't mean it like that 27/05/2021 at 12:34 Dr. Fordham: Hey? Dr. Fordham: You there? 27/05/2021 at 12:37 Dr. Fordham: I don't need this right now ok Dr. Fordham: I'm stressed Dr. Fordham: See you in a couple days then Dr. Fordham: Goodbye Roughly 2 hours later, Doctor Fordham was killed during a head on collision after the Foundation vehicle swerved off the road and hit a civilian vehicle. Doctor Fordham was situated in the front passenger seat. Upon hearing what had occured, Doctor Roberts was allowed a week off work for grieving purposes. Addendum.2: Roughly 2 weeks after its discovery, Doctor Roberts was informed about the manifestation of SCP-5361-1. Doctor Roberts applied for a test to be conducted on SCP-5361-1. This application was approved. Date: 20/6/2021 Procedure: Dr. Roberts would make contact with SCP-5361-1 and attempt to communicate with the entity. Purpose: To test whether SCP-5361-1 will react when presented with a person of interest from Dr. Fordham's life. Results: While SCP-5361-1 had begun to walk down an alley, Dr. Roberts rounded the corner and stood in front of SCP-5361-1. SCP-5361-1 proceeded to tilt its head downwards to observe Dr. Roberts, before they both embraced each other in a hug. SCP-5361-1 then proceeded to dematerialise. Note: After a prolonged absence of SCP-5361-1 once the test had concluded, the item was reclassified as neutralised. |
SCP-5362 | euclid | Bread_Tyrant Author Page Item №: SCP-5362 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers are to monitor for the appearance of literary or artistic depictions of SCP-5362. These items are to be immediately seized and stored within containment locker B at Site-301. Those affected by SCP-5362 are to undergo extensive Class-F amnestic therapy by order of the O5 council. SCP-5362 manifestations are to be monitored by MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") and are to be halted before contact with a subject can be made. Non-anomalous depiction of SCP-5362. Description: SCP-5362 denotes a fictional character depicted in northern European folklore, most commonly referred to as "The One with a Thousand Faces". Most physical depictions vary, however SCP-5362 is commonly represented as a frail, skinless humanoid wearing torn clothing, lacking a mouth or eyelids and having an exposed brain underneath a thin membrane. The character is usually described as "smelling of rotting meat". One of its most notable characteristics is its ability of therianthropy, transforming itself into mice, rats and other rodent species. Another notable characteristic is the ability to transform its face into that of any existing person. SCP-5362 has appeared in texts dating as far back as the 11th century. The frequency of physical manifestations of SCP-5362 are dependent on the number of interactions it has had with human individuals. SCP-5362 has only been observed manifesting near those who have viewed artistic or literary depictions of SCP-5362. The entity will stalk the individual upwards of 7 days, before making contact with the subject as they have entered REM sleep. Upon contact the subject will undergo several anomalous alterations. Immediately after contact, the subject will lose functionality in many of their facial muscles, which will eventually lead to paralysis. Once this has occurred, a transmutagenic process will begin, with several of the individual's facial features being covered by abnormal skin growths. Once this has occurred, SCP-5362 will be capable of transforming its own face into that of the subject. This process is able to be delayed, and in some cases, halted with the use of Class-F amnestics, completely removing the individual's identity. SCP-5362 can also be intercepted before it is able to make contact with the subject. By doing this it causes SCP-5362 to immediately dematerialise. Muscle tissue from SCP-5362 was retrieved after it was intentionally shot in the forearm during an intervention. Biological analysis of SCP-5362's muscle tissue have revealed the appearance of specialised chromatophores. Complex tube systems have also been discovered within SCP-5362's head, allowing it to rapidly transport fat deposits around its face, giving the illusion of its transformative properties. SCP-5362 was first properly documented by "His Majesty's Foundation for the Secure Containment of the Paranormal, (HMFSCP)" which is when containment methods were first implemented during the 19th century. The Department of Mythology currently holds a detailed account of SCP-5362 which can be found in an 18th edition of the book "Monsters of the Developed World" seized from the estate of Lord Blackwood. The One with a Thousand Faces Falling under the category of mimics, this entity I first heard of from the local populus of a small little coastal village in the isles of Great Britain. A farmer by the name of Frederick spoke of a foul beast hidden away in the Scottish Highlands and perhaps even further out into the wild seas, that would steal the faces of the children who had not been on their best behaviour. A simple folktale to scare the children into being nicer to their superiors I thought, yet I was proven wrong. I had heard of the mystical and fantastical before, but nothing of this sort. Some kind of reddish humanoid creature lacking many characteristics you'd consider universal across nature. It had an oblong head, with its brain visible through a white film. Beneath a broad brow sat two black eyes with two nostrils in-between. It had no mouth to speak of, only just flat bone in its place atop a frail, grotesque body that emanated the stench of rotting carcasses. An unpleasant sight to see for sure, but I am not the type to back down from gaining new knowledge. It disappeared over the hills some time later, and in an attempt to follow and track down the creature, we came across one of its victims. In a large field stood a cottage by its lonesome, a path of dead grass leading up to the front door. Somehow ignoring the bolts and locks, this frail creature had busted the door open. Checking inside I was greeted to the sight of a man who must have been in his late seventies, collapsed dead. Turning the body over, I came across his face. A layer of flesh had formed over his eyes, ears, nose and mouth, suffocating him as he attempted to leave through the door. Poor old chap. In legends it's said that the creature, once a child, was mocked for his appearance to the point where he began to conspire with demonic forces in the hopes of releasing a deadly calamity on the people who wronged him. Like always there was a price to pay, transforming him into the nightmare that plagues these lands today. I hope someday he finally finds peace. |
SCP-5364 | euclid | PlaguePJP: IX by PlaguePJP SCP-5364 — You're Really a Part of Me ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5364 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-5364's location of discovery. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5364 is contained in Site-322's medical anomaly storage wing. Description: SCP-5364 is the body of John Higgins, a 26-year-old male from Newark, New Jersey, USA. On 13/03/2016, a wellness check was sent to Higgins' apartment following a three-day absence from his place of employment. Police discovered the corpse in Higgins' bed, with a large tumor-like growth protruding from the lower half of his neck down to his pelvic area, with the highest point, centered on Higgins' lower stomach, peaking at approximately 46 centimeters. Prior to an autopsy by police officials, Foundation operatives embedded in New Jersey law enforcement seized SCP-5364 and delivered it to Site-322. The mass was dissected by medical staff, subsequently leading to the discovery of the deceased body of Lauren Neilson encased between Higgins' dermis and epidermis. There were no signs of a struggle, despite Neilson dying of asphyxiation. Scarring that would indicate how Neilson entered Higgins' body was not present, nor were stretch marks or bruising. Addendum 5364.1: Video Transcript The following transcript is believed to be the events prior to the manifestation of the SCP-5364 incident, recorded on Higgins' phone. «BEGIN LOG» (Higgins is seen fiddling with the camera, balancing it before quickly running out of frame. The shot shows Higgins' bed, covered in rose petals. Candles are placed on bedside tables. The sounds of a door opening are heard to the left. Nielson enters, blindfolded and being guided by Higgins.) Nielson: (Laughs.) What the hell is going on? Higgins: Alright, just… you told me you didn't want me to do it in public. I felt like it still should be kinda special. (He gets down to one knee.) Higgins: You can take off the blindfold. (Nielson complies, peeling the cover off her eyes and panning her head around the room, mouth agape.) Nielson: (Laughing, but beginning to tear up.) When did you do this? Higgins: I'm the one asking the question right now… Will you marry me? (Nielson nods. Now crying, she leans down to Higgins. They kiss and Higgins places a ring on her left ring finger.) Higgins: I'd also like to marry you too, if it was unclear. (They giggle.) Higgins: Alright, let's not waste these decorations. (Higgins shuts out the lights and flops down on the bed; Nielson follows. Visuals are obscured due to the lack of lighting.) Higgins: Alexa, shuffle the 'She Said Yes' playlist. (Nielson laughs.) Amazon Echo: Shuffling playlist: 'She Said Yes.' (Frankie Valli's cover of "I've Got You Under My Skin" begins playing.) (There is a sudden sound of ripping, followed by light coughing and choking. The sound of something wet and thick being pushed becomes audible for the next three minutes.) (The recording continues in silence for five hours, presumably until the cellphone dies.) «END LOG» More From This Author More From This Author PlaguePJP's Works SCPs SCP-8599 (+235) • SCP-7001 (+544) • SCP-7592 (+222) • SCP-7599 (+191) • SCP-7597 (+142) • SCP-7594 (+194) • SCP-6592 (+79) • SCP-8591 (+120) • SCP-5596 (+159) • SCP-8595 (+374) • SCP-8592 (+163) • SCP-5593 (+107) • SCP-7591 (+192) • SCP-8597 (+170) • SCP-8598 (+88) • Tales/GoI Formats HOGSLICE Makes A Friend (+162) • Other PLAGUEPLACE (+192) • |
SCP-5365 | esoteric-class | close Info X 96.2% (+177) 3.8% (-7) -% (+0) -% (-0) SCP-5365 — You Do Not Recognize The Antibodies In D. Walter "All ideas are viruses, spread like epidemics." - Kamski, Detroit Become Human To Rigen specifically, I hope this meets your hopes for an "art or tale about anomalous disease SCP/SCPs" since I couldn't figure out a way to do a tale about a disease without paralleling the current pandemic (and I honestly didn't realize that the request was for art or tale rather than an SCP until like 2 days before the due date). I hope you enjoy it :) Happy Holidays! Writing Critters: Orgath, Dr. Whitney, Grigori Karpin, HarryBlank, Dysadron, Dr. Chandra, RadioactiveRADs, Radguel, Phiiota, Ralliston, Science Critters: Opal and Solari Item #: SCP-5365 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5365 instances (excluding SCP-5365-0) are to be placed into two quarantine bays, with males in Bay-2A and females in Bay-2B, and are to be monitored by Site-20 medical staff. Personnel interacting with any SCP-5365 instances are to follow all guidelines set for a level 3 infectious anomaly. Following interaction, personnel are to undergo non-contact sterilization per Foundation guidelines on microbial anomalies. All children of St. Luke's Elementary School not exhibiting symptoms are to be placed into a secondary quarantine until SCP-5365-ζ transmission and immunity is understood more completely. SCP-5365-0 is to be relocated to Site-20’s psychiatric ward until proper containment and/or neutralization procedures have been determined. All staff interactions with SCP-5365-0 are to be prepared and approved before-hand in order to avoid exacerbation of symptoms and unexpected modifications of SCP-5365-ζ. Description: SCP-5365 is the designation assigned to 343 children aged 7-12 who attended St. Luke’s Elementary School. Each child, designated as SCP-5365-0 through SCP-5365-342, has experienced a form of ongoing anomalous disease, designated as SCP-5365-ζ, since February 2017. Transmission of SCP-5365-ζ occurs through physical contact between male and female adolescents. Symptoms of SCP-5365-ζ, in order of appearance in an afflicted individual, include: Early presentation of SCP-5365-ζ plaques on SCP-5365-13 before hardening Deep purple rounded plaques appearing across the body. Plaques are often itchy and bleed easily with irritation. Persistent fever of ~39°C when measured by thermometer. Skin contact between uninfected and infected instances have exhibited results of temperatures far above measured values — in one case leaving second degree burns on a medical staff's opisthenar skin after checking for fever on an instance's forehead — without similar consequences to the instance. Fevers are often accompanied by perspiration and may be reduced through usage of a cloth dampened in ice water. Consistent headache during movement or increased mental functions. Distractions through cartoons, pleasure reading, coloring books, and video games have been observed to decrease the intensity of headaches, although whether these observations are the result of a placebo or are related to the activity of SCP-5365-ζ is currently unknown. Lethargy towards activities not deemed as pleasurable to the instance. Hot soup has been shown to cause a burst in energy following ingestion, allowing instances to move on their own between resting locations. The incubation period of SCP-5365-ζ is believed to be between 5 minutes to 3 hours after physical contact is made with a symptomatic instance, with the time taken to first express symptoms dependent upon the age of the instance. Infected individuals are able to transmit SCP-5365-ζ immediately following infection through any form of physical contact. Once symptoms begin to appear, the instance will rapidly progress through each symptom of SCP-5365-ζ in the span of 30 minutes. According to interviews with faculty members of St. Luke’s Elementary School, the infection began spreading from SCP-5365-1, 7-year-old Jason Phillips, on February 7th, 2017, at around 8:15am. Although there are minor discrepancies in the order of events, interviews have been fruitful in determining the progression of SCP-5365-ζ (refer to Addendum-1). SCP-5365-0 is a 7-year-old girl theorized to be a developing reality bender and the source of SCP-5365-ζ (refer to Addendum-2). In order to minimize the risk of exacerbating SCP-5365-ζ's symptoms and spread, priority has been placed on neutralizing SCP-5365-ζ before further tests on SCP-5365-0's abilities are conducted. Addendum-1: Interview with Mr. Jonathan Franks, teacher at St. Luke’s Elementary Begin log Dr. Gennaro: Hello Mr. Franks, thank you for sitting down with us today. We are from a side branch of the CDC, specialized in abnormal infections. Are you okay with us recording this interview for our records? Mr. Franks: Yeah, sure. How can I help you? Dr. Gennaro: We understand that you are the primary teacher of [SCP-5365-1], is that correct? Mr. Franks: Yeah, everything except math. Dr. Gennaro: Perfect. Please tell us everything you can about what happened yesterday. Mr. Franks: Yeah, okay. It came out of nowhere. I’ve been teaching for twenty-nine years now and I thought I’d seen everything. Kids get sick all the time. Germy little things. And the parents never keep ‘em home so everything just spreads around. It’s amazing it took so long for something like this to happen, to be totally honest, but this was like nothing else. One day, everyone was healthy, and then the next— it was like a plague unleashed. The day started like normal, kids entered, said bye to the parents, and had five minutes to socialize. Dr. Gennaro: Nothing out of the ordinary? Mr. Franks: No. Nothing at all. But that’s when it all went to shit. We weren’t more than a minute into social time before [SCP-5365-1] started bugging the girls, like he always did. Dr. Gennaro: So this was normal behavior? Mr. Franks: Absolutely. Little shit would bother everyone. He’s a little attention attractor, you know? So I went over and broke 'em up and knelt down to give [SCP-5365-1] a talking to, and these spots started popping up all over his arms. It was nuts. I’ve never seen anything like that happen so quick. Dr. Gennaro: What did you do next? Mr. Franks: What any teacher would do! I sent him to get his things and to take them with him to the office to call his mom. Barely had my back turned though before he walked over to [SCP-5365-2] and gave her a shove, shitty little kid things right? But the day went on like normal. I did my job and checked her out. No spots so no worries, right? At least, until recess. I don’t know how, but in all the commotion of playtime it must have spread like wildfire. They all came back blotchy and coughing. By the end of the day, I don’t think a single one was clear. Dr. Gennaro: Thank you for your time. We will be in touch if we need anything else from you. End log Addendum-2: Interview with Mrs. Sara Flynn, mother of [SCP-5365-0] Begin log Dr. Gennaro: Hello Mrs. Flynn, please have a seat. Mrs. Flynn: H-hello. How do you do? Dr. Gennaro: Are you okay? You aren’t in any kind of trouble so there’s no need to be anxious here. We’re just trying to determine the cause of your child’s illness. Mrs. Flynn: So you’re not here about—? Never mind. How can I help? Dr. Gennaro: Here about what? Mrs. Flynn? If there’s something you need to tell us, now would be the time. Mrs. Flynn: Well, are you sure? It’s probably nothing. Just the crazy ramblings of a worried parent probably. Dr. Gennaro: Nothing is crazy here. Tell us what’s on your mind. Mrs. Flynn: Well, it’s my daughter, [SCP-5365-0], I think this might be her doing. Dr. Gennaro: How so? Mrs. Flynn: Umm. I don’t know how to put this. I’ve never said it out loud before. But she, uh, she can make things. Dr. Gennaro: What kinds of things? Mrs. Flynn: Mostly just small things. When she was a baby we would find her playing with blocks that had just been put away, find her eating candy we hadn't seen before, things like that. And, as she’s gotten older, she’s started doing more. She doesn't mean to though! She's really a sweet girl! But then, last Christmas, someone— this all probably sounds insane, doesn’t it? Even I think I’m insane saying any of this. Dr. Gennaro: Ma’am, please continue. This is more important for us to know than you’d think. Mrs. Flynn: Okay, so, last Christmas time, our neighbor told her about Santa. Told her he comes down the chimney through a fireplace, but we didn’t have a fireplace. She was all upset so he told her that that's okay, Santa doesn't need one, he makes his own. Then on Christmas Eve, in the middle of the night, one appeared downstairs, a fireplace I mean, jammed into the wall. The flames leapt out and caught our tree. I ran outside with [SCP-5365-0] but my husband grabbed the extinguisher to try to put it out. Mrs. Flynn begins to sob. Dr. Gennaro: Please, take your time. We are in no rush right now. Mrs. Flynn: Th—thank you. Jim barely made it out from the fire. He was covered in burns and had to be rushed to the hospital. Firefighters told me the extinguisher hadn't even done anything to stop the tree fire. According to them, there wasn't even a chance of putting it out before the whole house went up in flames. Dr. Gennaro: And so why do you think [SCP-5365-0] is responsible for this too? Mrs. Flynn: Well you wouldn’t be talking to the parents if you could figure out what it is, right? And the things she makes aren’t normal. That fire had to burn until there was nothing left to burn, right? The water and extinguishers just did nothing to it. And I bet this is the same. Dr. Gennaro: You’d be right. So, why do you think she would do this? Mrs. Flynn: Oh, no. I don’t think she would do anything harmful to anyone. She just doesn’t seem to understand that whatever she believes comes true. Someone must have told her something awful for this to get so bad. I knew something like this would happen when we put her in public school. I knew it! I should have never gone back to work. We should have figured something else out, right? But with Jim in the hospital and the bills adding up— but it's too late now. Dr. Gennaro: This isn't your fault, Mrs. Flynn. And you will have help from here on, I promise. Mrs. Flynn begins to cry heavily against the desk. End log Closing remarks: Foundation medical personnel interacting with SCP-5365-0 have since been replaced by psychologists to develop a trust relationship. Until psychologists are able to convince SCP-5365-0 that they, and the other children, are getting healthier, without causing more misunderstandings, the entirety of SCP-5365 and their uninfected peers are to remain in quarantine. Containment procedures for SCP-5365-0 are currently undergoing an ethics assessment to be implemented once SCP-5365-ζ is neutralized. Addendum-3: Interview with Dennis Walter, uninfected classmate of SCP-5365-1 Foreword: On February 15th, 2017, while Dr. Michaels was drawing blood from uninfected classmates of SCP-5365-1, 8-year-old Dennis Walter asked what the medical personnel were looking for. The following exchange was captured. Begin log Dr. Michaels: You know how your classmates are very sick? Dennis Walter: Yeah. Dr. Michaels: Well, there are tiny little things in your body that make you sick. And, since you didn't get sick when everyone else did, we think you might have some of these little things in your body too! But, yours are a bit different. Yours stopped you from being sick and might help us stop your friends' sickness by learning about yours! Dennis Walter: Little things in their bodies? Is that where the cooties2 are? Dr. Michaels: …cooties? I've never heard of cooties before. Dennis Walter: Well, that's what made everyone sick! When [SCP-5365-1] got sick everyone was telling that he had cooties. Dr. Michaels: Who was saying that? Dennis Walter: [SCP-5365-2], and [SCP-5365-3] said it when [SCP-5365-1] was bugging them and when he turned purple they all ran away screaming. Dr. Michaels: And why do you think he had cooties? Couldn't he have just been sick with something else? Dennis Walter: No way! It has to be cooties! Everyone knows cooties give you big spots and make you really sick! Dr. Michaels: Interesting. I didn't know that. See, you're teaching me lots! Do you remember anything else? Was [SCP-5365-0] around during all of this? Dennis Walter: Yeah she was reading with [SCP-5365-2], and [SCP-5365-3]! I don't think she even knew what cooties were, though, because she shoved [SCP-5365-1] when he wouldn't leave them alone. [SCP-5365-3] had to tell her what they were. Dr. Michaels: Huh. Thanks for letting me know, buddy! I'll make sure to tell the other doctors about this! Dr. Michaels stands up and goes to offer Dennis Walter a grape lollypop as he opens the door. Dennis Walter crosses his legs and glances down, not leaving the examination bed. Dr. Michaels: Is there something else you want to tell me, Dennis? Dennis Walter: Umm, Doctor Michael, do you think you can make, like, a cootie shot for the sick kids? Dr. Michaels: I don't know, bud. This isn't really like the flu… It's a bit different— Dennis Walter: No. A cootie shot. Like what stopped me from getting sick? Dr. Michaels: I'm not sure what a cootie shot is… Can you tell me more? Dennis Walter: My older brother gave me one a while ago. It stops the cooties from getting you. And when the girls said [SCP-5365-1] had cooties, I gave one to all my friends and none of us got sick! Dr. Michaels: Huh. And can you explain this "cootie shot" to me? Dennis Walter: Here! I'll show you! Dennis Walter performs Vaccine Protocol 5365 (See the Proposed Additions to Secure Containment Procedures below) on Dr. Michaels' right shoulder. Dennis Walter: Now they can't get you! Dr. Michaels: And who did you give this to? Dennis Walter: My friends! Imaan, Lyndon, and Eshaan! Dr. Michaels: That sounds awesome, Dennis. Thank you for explaining all of that to me. If I have more questions can I come ask you? Dennis Walter: Totally! End log Closing remarks: Imaan Atkinson, Lyndon Holt, and Eshaan Hays all corroborated the story presented by Dennis Walter following this interaction. As well, serologic tests identified that each boy's serum included a novel non-carbon-based antibody bound without the usage of antigen binding sites. Attempts to replicate the antibodies for study have all failed, as the synthesized replicates have been highly unstable in laboratory settings. However, antibodies matching those found in the uninfected students have since been observed in the blood of Dr. Sean Michaels after the demonstration of Vaccine Protocol 5365. Additionally, 100% of the uninfected population of St. Luke’s Elementary School3 have expressed similar experiences of having undergone Vaccine Protocol 5365. As a result, changes to the special containment procedures have been made based on the above findings. Proposed Additions to Special Containment Procedures: All uninfected members of the St. Luke’s Elementary School community and Foundation personnel interacting with SCP-5365 or SCP-5365-ζ must be vaccinated according to Vaccination Protocol 53654 and isolated for 24 hours afterwards at Foundation Site-20. Vaccination Protocol 5365 While conducting vaccination protocol 5365, medical personnel are to recite the corresponding lines of the rhyme while carrying out the italicized actions: Circle Circle. Using a washable, black marker placed in your dominant hand, free-trace two adjacent circles of equal size within the bounds of the scapula on the subject's skin. Each circle should be drawn quickly while you say the corresponding "circle." Dot Dot. With each recitation of "dot," place a small dot in the center of each circle drawn previously. Now you got a cootie shot. Turn the patient to face you and recite the final line. Visual guide to enacting Vaccination Protocol 5365 (Step 1) Visual guide to enacting Vaccination Protocol 5365 (Step 2) Addendum-4: Proposed Treatment Protocol for SCP-5365-ζ, based upon Vaccination Protocol 5365 Due to the success of Vaccination Protocol 5365, we believe that an alternate version of the protocol may effectively work to cure the entirety of SCP-5365 if administered first to SCP-5365-0. The proposed treatment plan is included below: While conducting treatment protocol 5365, medical personnel are to recite the corresponding lines of the rhyme while carrying out the italicized actions Treatment Protocol 5365 Circle Circle. Using a washable, black marker placed in your dominant hand, free-trace two adjacent circles of equal size within the bounds of the right scapula on the subject's skin. Each circle should be drawn quickly while you say the corresponding "circle." Door Door. With each recitation of "door," draw a small rectangle within each circle drawn previously. You don't have cooties any more. Mime the action of opening the rectangles as though they were a standard hinged door. Visual guide to enacting Part 1 of Treatment Protocol 5365 (Step 1) Visual guide to enacting Part 1 of Treatment Protocol 5365 (Step 2) Circle Circle. On the opposite shoulder, free-trace two adjacent circles of equal size within the bounds of the scapula on the subject's skin. Each circle should be drawn quickly while you say the corresponding "circle." Knife Knife. Gripping the marker in your hand using the icepick method5, make two downward slashes quickly within the circles while saying the respective "knife." Now you're protected for life. Turn the patient to face you and recite the final line. Visual guide to enacting Part 2 of Treatment Protocol 5365 (Step 1) Visual guide to enacting Part 2 of Treatment Protocol 5365 (Step 2) Visual guide to enacting Part 3 of Treatment Protocol 5365 (Step 3) It is hoped that, with adequate convincing of SCP-5365-0, the proposed rhymes may act as a cure and preventative measure for all instances of SCP-5365. -Dr. Ryan I. Gennaro, MD Footnotes 1. Item is a system of two or more distinct but related anomalies that keep each other under control. 2. A fictitious disease believed by children in North America to transmit between boys and girls through physical contact or close proximity. 3. who had attended school on February 7th, 2017. 4. Individuals claiming to have undergone the protocol prior are to be vaccinated by Foundation staff anyway. 5. Blade protruding out of the bottom of the gripped fist. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5365" by Pedagon, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-5366 | keter | close Info X 91.59% (+185) 8.41% (-17) -% (+0) -% (-0) SCP-5366 - Until death do us part and every day after "Every man has two deaths, when he is buried in the ground and the last time someone says his name. In some ways men can be immortal." - Ernest Hemingway Critters in no specific order: Ralliston, Dysadron, Its a Bad Idea, RadioactiveRADS, Rounderhouse, FatherOfPhilosophy, daviiid, AnActualCrow, J Dune, WizzBlizz, DrChandra, Jakob17, and Researcher Brayan Item #: SCP-5366 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5366 is currently believed to be uncontainable; therefore, all civilian-facing SCP-5366 events are to be discredited as superstition. Until suitable containment procedures of SCP-5366 are determined, SCP-5366 has been placed under the collaborative study of the Department of Tactical Theology and the Department of Sciences. Corpses with surviving family members that have been buried less than 1.5m below the ground are to be reburied immediately at a depth of at least 1.8m. An information campaign has been launched to convince as many civilians as possible to cremate their family members instead of burying them. All Foundation agents are to be cremated upon death whenever possible. Description: SCP-5366 is the designation for a phenomenon observed at various burial sites1 around the world. SCP-5366 events are presently believed to occur whenever a living individual speaks “lovingly” towards the grave of an individual that they have had a prior 1st-order relationship2 with. Because each SCP-5366 event occurs differently, information of the longest tracked SCP-5366 event has been recorded in this document in lieu of a formal description of the anomaly (see addenda for significant developments of this event). In the hours surrounding an SCP-5366 event, the area enclosing the targeted gravesite will be subject to a series of anomalous phenomena: Wind speeds will increase dramatically. Nearby stones will move when not observed. Nearby flowering plants will grow and decay rapidly. Crows, ravens, and other corvids will gather and roost in nearby trees and buildings. Stress levels will increase in canines proportional to their proximity to the gravesite. Discovery (19/09/2007): On September 3rd, 2007, GOC agent Erluzor Lynas died while in Argentina - presumed to be the result of an an encounter with a hostile anomaly. In order to exploit the mental state of his wife, GOC agent Perl Kori, and gather intelligence on the GOC and the event that lead to his death, Foundation agents were instructed to plant microphones at the gravesite of Agent Lynas. The first microphone was placed into Lynas’ coffin for the purpose of gathering intelligence during his open casket funeral on September 19th, 2007, and was subsequently buried with him. The second microphone was placed on his headstone for recording conversations around his gravesite. During a review of recorded audio after Agent Kori's first visit to the grave, Foundation agents noticed that signals had been received from both devices, despite radio silence from microphone 1 since total burial. Transcript of September 21st, 2007 Audio Recording 10:17 - Perl approaches the grave of Erluzor Lynas. Microphone 2 picks up a moment of disturbance before returning to normal. Microphone 1 begins transmitting data again. 10:18 - Perl: Hey, I brought you something. Something is placed at the base of the headstone. Perl: It’s bellflowers. Your favorite. Erluzor: What’s going on? Where am I? Why can’t I move? 10:19 - Perl: I know I told you this at your funeral, but, it's hard without you. There's so many things I still want to show you. So many places I still want to be with you… Erluzor: Is there anyone out there? Somebody! Anybody! Please! Turn on the lights! I can’t move or see anything! 17 seconds pass. Perl: Hey, do you remember when we climbed Nanga Parbat? The hike up was excruciating and halfway to the top you thought your legs were going to freeze off! And it seemed to only slope up at a steeper and steeper angle. And remember when we were only five minutes from the peak and we both thought that we were going to regret this for the rest of our lives? Erluzor continues to yell out for help. Perl: But then we got to the top, and… that sunset. The relief and beauty of it all was- astonishing! It was like, like seeing Heaven, just, wash over the clouds and the mountains and the trees and us and… Perl: You know, I think that was the first time I saw you cry. 45 seconds pass. 10:23 - Perl: I… I have to go now. I know we didn't get much time to talk, but- I promise I'll be back tomorrow… Erluzor: If you can hear me, find my wife and tell her where you heard this! Her name is Perl! Perl Kori! She will know what to do! Hurry! It's so cold in here! 10:24 - Perl: I love you. Perl is heard walking away from the site. 10 seconds later, microphone 1 stops transmitting its signal. Addendum 1 (17/01/2014): On January 17th, 2014, Foundation agents were able to confirm the cause of death of Erluzor Lynas as the result of an interaction with a hostile anomalous entity in Argentina. Foundation task forces have been made aware of the presence of the entity in GOC Base-897 - where Perl Kori is currently stationed. The Department of Science has been requested to investigate the past 7 years of audio recordings for any further information about the anomaly that caused the death of Agent Lynas. The transcript of the interaction has been included below: Transcript of January 17th, 2014 Audio Recording 10:15 - Perl approaches the grave of Erluzor Lynas. Microphone 2 picks up a moment of disturbance before returning to normal. Microphone 1 begins transmitting data. 8:41 - Perl: Hey, sweetie, I'm back. I know it’s been a while, but I had a mission in Argentina that kept me from coming to see you. Erluzor: Please. No. No! Not again! It was finally over! 8:42 - Perl: It just wasn’t the same without you. I haven’t been back since you died, but the therapist said visiting where it happened might help me grieve. Microphone 1 picks up the sound of light rustling and a soft clicking. Erluzor goes completely silent for a moment before vocalizing again Erluzor: Ow! What the fuck was that? Who’s there?! 8:43 - Perl: It was so hard, you know? Seeing where you were murdered by that - that thing? We got it though. The monster is locked away deep underground and will never hurt anyone else. I can't imagine what that thing did to you. It makes me sick to walk by it every day. I promise you that it'll suffer once we figure out how to kill it though. It will feel the pain that I've felt every day. I have no idea what that doctor was thinking. Going there just made the pain so much worse. Erluzor: Please! Please let someone hear me this time! Fuck! Something is biting me! I can feel them. They’re all over my body. Somebody! Anybody! Help me! 8:44 - Perl: It never gets easier. Every day I hope that it’ll hurt a little less and that I’ll start to forget the pain. That’s what I’m told is supposed to happen. But it’s not like that for us. The mnestics we take keep it feeling like you were with me just yesterday. I wake up every morning thinking that you had fallen asleep in my arms and I have to remind myself that it’s just the memories being unable to fade. It’s agony, Erluzor, pure agony. Erluzor: Help me! I can feel them everywhere! I can feel them behind my eyes! What do you sick fucks want from me! I’ll tell you anything you want! Please! Just stop this! 8:45 - Perl: I know today was short, but I have to go to my mission debriefing now. I’ll make it up to you, I promise. Next year I’ll spend the full day with you. Happy birthday, my love. Rest peacefully. I love you. Erluzor continues to scream in pain and call out for help for the remainder of the event until Perl exits the area. At 8:45, Microphone 1 stops transmitting its signal. Addendum 2 (04/06/2018): On June 4th, 2018, Foundation agents were able to determine the cause of SCP-5366 due to the discovery made by Agent Lynas. The transcript of the interaction prompting this discovery is included below: Transcript of June 4th, 2018 Audio Recording 15:32 - Perl approaches the grave of Erluzor Lynas. Microphone 2 picks up a moment of disturbance before returning to normal and microphone 1 begins transmitting data. Perl: Hey, honey, happy anniversary. Erluzor: Please… Stop… 15:33 - Perl: It's raining quite a bit out here so I’m not going to be here long. Erluzor: Perl. Please. Leave me… Let me… Rest… 15:34 - Perl: It would have been 11 years today. Isn’t that crazy? We were barely newlyweds when it happened and it feels like we still are. Erluzor: It… It must be you. I c-can feel the roots d-digging into me. It's s-spring… our anniv-versary. I f-figured it out. Our v-vows. You ha-have to forget… to forget them. Please. Perl: You would be so proud of me. Remember how you would tease me for giving up on things and being forgetful? Well I haven’t given up on you yet. I haven’t broken our vows yet. We promised to visit every single day if one of us ever died before the other and I think I have done very well at sticking to that. I don't think I've missed more than a few days since you died. Erluzor: There’s… nothing left. I’m s-stripped down. Ripped ap-apart. You need t-to move on. L-leave me here. 15:36 - Perl: I just saw some lightning strike nearby so I’m sorry love, but I’ll need to go if you ever want me to be able to come back. I love you so much! Perl can be heard running away from the grave plot. Microphone 1 stops transmitting its signal. Addendum 3 (02/09/2018): Ever since June 4th, 2018, Erluzor Lynas has repeated only one phrase on loop throughout each subsequent SCP-5366 event (included below). As such, it is believed that no more useful data can be obtained from the recorder buried with Mr. Lynas and a request has been submitted to expand the scope of the SCP-5366 study team into looking at other corpses with equally consistent mourners. Perl… Please… Let me go. I can’t… I can’t take this. I need you… Please… Move on. Please… Stop bringing me back… Please. Footnotes 1. Graveyards, catacombs, crypts, and other sites where humans are buried at least 0.6m beneath the ground. 2. Direct blood relationship, marriage, or friendship lasting greater than one third of the individual’s life. |
SCP-5367 | safe | close Info X 84.51% (+60) 15.49% (-11) -% (+0) -% (-0) SCP-5367 Pedagon critiques standardized education practices using physics. The quantizer breaks the students down into discrete numerical values (just like letter grades, GPA, percentages, etc) and spits them out. The different tests show that intelligence measures are arbitrary. Diffractor makes students EFFICIENT and causes the victims to have an existential crisis, migraines, mental issues, and memory/attention loss. Entangler causes a hive mind much like how standardized education treats all kids as the "average child" and has the goal of making everyone the same and crushes creativity and self actualization. Proper use of the entangler is the same goal as actual educational practices. Blog post shows how companies and governments prey on stressed and underqualified/inexperienced teachers to shill their dangerous methods; the teachers always regret it but it's too late. Item #: SCP-5367 Special Containment Procedures: Objects that make up SCP-5367 are to be stored in standard anomalous item containment lockers. Personnel with Level 2 Clearance may submit a formal research proposal to Dr. Yvonne Praxis to gain access to SCP-5367 instances for further testing. Description: SCP-5367 is the collective designation for the set of three devices sold as "Dr. Wondertainment's Quantum Teaching Resources" with the subheading of "For when the classical way isn't working". Devices that comprise SCP-5367 are "The Quantizer", "The Diffractor", and "The Entangler", which have been designated as SCP-5367-1, SCP-5367-2, and SCP-5367-3, respectively. Refer to the individual descriptions included below for more detailed descriptions of each SCP-5367 device. SCP-5367-1 SCP-5367-2 SCP-5367-3 Item Description: SCP-5367-1 is a small, crescent shaped device with a leather grip on one end and a rainbow pattern covering the other. The words "THE QUANTIZER" are located along both sides of the device in large, metallic silver lettering and the words "Made by The Factory" are engraved underneath the grip. On the convex edge of the device, on the rainbow covered end, a green button of radius 1cm sticks out. Above the green button, a screen displays a pixelated message reading "THE QUANTIZER" when the device is not in use. SCP-5367-1 instances convert subjects it is pointed at into various electromagnetic waves for the purpose of "quantizing" them into a discrete numerical value. What the presented value means, and how it is determined by SCP-5367-1, is currently unknown. A set of initial experiments were conducted by the research team led by Dr. Praxis to determine the properties of SCP-5367-1. Experimental Procedure: SCP-5367-1 is aimed at a subject and the green button is pressed. Observations are recorded and included in the below table. Subject Observations Pan troglodytes (Common Chimpanzee) The chimpanzee erupted into various colours of light and light beams were sucked into the aperture. Screen on SCP-5367-1 flashed through a series of diagrams showing different wavefunctions and calculations derivative of the Schrodinger Equation for approximately 30 seconds. The screen showed "Please wait while the student is quantized" before the number 105 appeared on the screen. The device's aperture then opened back up and shone a bright light towards the direction of where the chimpanzee was previously standing. After 5 seconds of bright light, the chimpanzee was returned to its initial form. The chimpanzee was then subjected to physiological analysis conducted by Foundation staff using x-rays, genetic testing, and a battery of minor tests. No anomalous aspects were observed during analysis. Tursiops truncatus (Common Bottlenose Dolphin) The device acted on the dolphin as observed in test 1 and presented the number 220 after completing the quantization process. The dolphin was then subjected to physiological analysis conducted by Foundation staff using x-rays, genetic testing, and a battery of minor tests. No anomalous aspects were observed during analysis. D-1526 The device acted on D-1526 as observed in prior testing and presented the number 305 after completing the quantization process. No psychological issues were noted after this test. D-1527 The device acted on D-1527 as observed in prior testing and presented the number 0 after completing the quantization process. Upon being returned to the room by SCP-5367-1, D-1527’s epidermal layer sloughed off and subject began to seize. D-1527 expired after 14 minutes on continuous seizing and blood loss. Researcher Note: It appears, after re-watching security footage during Test 4, that a fruit fly entered the space between the aperture and D-1527. Based on the disastrous outcome of test 4, we ask that all further testing with SCP-5367-1 be ensured to have a free field of view between the subject and SCP-5367-1. + View Autopsy report of D-1527 - Close D-1527 Autopsy Report Autopsy on D-1527 was conducted by Dr. Hans Karik on May 24th, 2020. D-1527's skeletal, muscular, and various internal organ structures were all non-anomalous and presented as a typical human male in their mid-30s. However, superior to the muscular tissue, D-1527 presented two vestigial arms composed of cartilage and adipose tissue. DNA analysis of these arms revealed a mix of homo sapiens (Human) and drosophila melanogaster (Common Fruit Fly) DNA. Item Description: SCP-5367-2 is a small, cuboid device with a rainbow pattern covering its entirety. The words "THE DIFFRACTOR" are located along each side of the device in large, metallic silver lettering, and a green button protrudes out from the top with the words "Made by The Factory" encircling its rim. SCP-5367-2 devices convert the room in which it is activated into a medium capable of diffracting living beings and the objects that are being interacted with. In rooms where an SCP-5367-2 device has been activated, all possible actions to achieve a desired goal or complete a set task appear to be taken simultaneously. How the device is able to cause this effect is currently unknown. A series of experiments were conducted by Dr. Praxis' team to determine the properties of SCP-5367-2. Experimental results are included below. Test Description Observations Researchers placed SCP-5367-2 on the floor in standard containment room I-1 and set the timer to 20 minutes. Green button was pressed using a remote device. Observations during test: The space inside the room appeared to fracture, reminiscent of glass fracturing, and then returned to the appearance of the room as it was before activation of SCP-5367-2. Researchers were unable to open any doors into the room while the device remained active. At cessation of the set time, the room appeared to fracture once more and then returned to normal. Researchers were then able to enter the room without issue to retrieve the SCP-5367-2 device. Researchers placed SCP-5367-2 on the floor in standard containment room J-1 and set the timer to 5 minutes. D-1526 was ordered to press the green button and then attempt to open either door leading into the containment room. D-1526 was given the instruction that, if the door is unopenable, they are to return to SCP-5367-2 and press the green button once more to end the test. Observations during test: Space inside the room fractured as seen in the previous test upon press of the green button. Upon standing up, D-1526 appeared to duplicate, initially occupying the same space, and then separating upon walking to each of the two doors leading out of the test chamber. Upon reaching each door both duplicates split once more, with one proceeding to open and leave through their respective door and the other being unable to open their door and remaining within the room. Cameras located outside of test chamber J-1 recorded the doors opening and closing but no instance of D-1526 exited the room. It is believed that the diffractions caused by SCP-5367-2 only exist within the confines of the room in which it has been activated. The remaining D-1526 instances then returned to the button at the center of the room and merged into taking up the same space. Upon the press of the button, the room fractured again and only one D-1526 remained. Follow up with D-1526 D-1526 expressed that, from their perspective, nothing in the room had changed during the test. However, D-1526 does have memories of taking each of the observed actions of all duplicates and admitted believing that they had just been having phantom memories from a bad batch of amnestics. Upon learning that they had actually split into each path simultaneously, D-1526 is now undergoing therapy due to the belief that they are not the original D-1526. Explaining quantum diffraction to D-1526 to ease anxieties have thus far been unsuccessful. Researchers placed SCP-5367-2 on the floor of standard containment room K-1 and set the timer to 30 minutes. Dr. Praxis was to enter the room carrying 6 books labelled 1-6 and one six-sided dice. Upon pressing the green button, Dr. Praxis was directed to roll the die and read as much of the corresponding book as possible until time runs out. Following the completion of the experiment, Dr. Praxis was administered a test on the content of each book brought into the room. Observations during test: Space inside the room fractured as seen before. Dice rolled by Dr. Praxis duplicated into six die, landing on all numbers from 1-6. Dr. Praxis then duplicated six times, all occupying the same physical space, and picked up each of the books in the room. When the timer went off, signalling that the test would end soon, Dr. Praxis placed the books back on the floor and joined back into one individual. Follow up with Dr. Praxis: Dr. Praxis passed all follow-up quizzes administered without difficulty. When asked which book she ended up reading, Dr. Praxis explained that they remember reading all of the books. Dr. Praxis still insists upon having read each of the books while recognizing the impossibility of this action. Researcher’s Note: Prolonged usage of SCP-5367-2 by Foundation staff for maximizing work efficiency has resulted in unforeseen side effects. The most commonly observed side effects include becoming prone to migraines, experiencing an increased rate of long term memory loss, and developing multiple personalities (in cases where multiple staff were having a conversation around an activated SCP-5367-2). Item Description: SCP-5367-3 is a small, rectangular device with a rainbow pattern covering its entirety. The words "THE ENTANGLER" are located along each side of the device in large, metallic silver lettering and a green switch is embedded in the bottom of the device. The words "Made by The Factory" are engraved in small lettering to the left of the green switch. SCP-5367-3 devices cause the minds and bodies of subjects who walk underneath them to become cognitively entangled. How this happens, and whether the individual particles become entangled, or if "entanglement" occurs in some other way, is yet to be determined. An experiment was conducted by Dr. Praxis' team to determine the properties of SCP-5367-3. Experimental results are included below. ENTANGLER Testing Subject D-2413, D-1211, and D-2834 Protocol D-2413, D-1211, and D-2834 are walked through a door with an activated SCP-5367-3 device located above the frame. D-2413 enters first, D-1211 follows directly after, and D-2834 enters the room 5 seconds later. Results Observations during test: Four steps after walking through the door, D-2413, D-1211, and D-2834 all stop walking and form a triangle facing in the same direction. Subjects remain silent for 60 seconds before the research team prompts them with a question. Subjects all respond in unison and make the same body movements simultaneously. Researchers ask subjects to exit through the same door they had entered at the start of the test. Subjects all move in the same triangular formation through the door and stop four steps outside. Subjects then walked in unison towards the room of D-2413. Following the test of SCP-5367-3 using D-2413, D-1211, and D-2834, Dr. Praxis’ team has investigated the source of the consciousness displayed by the trio. A transcript of the interview between researchers and D-2413, D-1211, and D-2834 is included below. D-2413, D-1211, and D-2834 were separated from one another into different rooms prior to interview. + Interview Log with D-2413, D-1211, and D-2834 - Hide Interview Log Interviewer: Dr. Karik Interviewer: Dr. Praxis Interviewer: Dr. Ng Interviewed: D-2413 Interviewed: D-1211 Interviewed: D-2834 Dr. Karik: We are here to determine the extent of SCP-5367-3's effects. Do you understand? Dr. Praxis: Hello. We have brought you here to figure out the effects of SCP-5367-3. Are you ready? Dr. Ng: We are here to determine the extent of SCP-5367-3's effects. Do you have any questions before we begin? D-2413: Yes D-1211: Yes D-2834: Yes Dr. Karik: Perfect. Let's begin then. Can you please explain your perspective of the experiment we conducted this morning? Dr. Praxis: Alright. Let's start out simple. Can you please tell me your name and classification number? Dr. Ng: Oh? Please, go ahead, you may ask anything you like before we officially begin. D-2413: We remember entering testing chamber J-1 and feeling a great warmth. About four or five steps into the room we could suddenly see three different perspectives and hear three sets of thoughts. But it wasn't busy. It wasn't like how you would think voices in your head would be. It was like we all understood that we fit together in one mind. That this was the better way to be. It felt right. D-1211: We remember entering testing chamber J-1 and feeling a great warmth. About four or five steps into the room we could suddenly see three different perspectives and hear three sets of thoughts. But it wasn't busy. It wasn't like how you would think voices in your head would be. It was like we all understood that we fit together in one mind. That this was the better way to be. It felt right. D-2834: We remember entering testing chamber J-1 and feeling a great warmth. About four or five steps into the room we could suddenly see three different perspectives and hear three sets of thoughts. But it wasn't busy. It wasn't like how you would think voices in your head would be. It was like we all understood that we fit together in one mind. That this was the better way to be. It felt right. Dr. Karik: That's very interesting. Can you explain who "We" includes? Dr. Praxis: Huh? Are you trying to say that your name is "We"? Dr. Ng: Alright. It's clear that you aren't responding to me at all. How interesting. It was at this point that Dr. Ng realized that all three D-Class now shared the consciousness of one entity. Dr. Ng paged Dr. Praxis and Dr. Karik and the research team determined that responses alligned most with the questions asked by Dr. Karik to D-2413, the first to walk through the door during testing. Only the conversation between Dr. Karik and D-2413 are transcribed hereon. D-2413, D-1211, and D-2834: We is the name for our mind. The voices and thoughts are all separate, but we all work together as We. There is [D-2834], [D-1211], [D-2413], and me. Dr. Karik: And you? And who might you be? D-2413, D-1211, and D-2834: I am We. I have no other name. Dr. Karik: And where did you come from? We: I became when the three minds walked through the door. Dr. Wondertainment gave me the job to be the mediator and the resource. I help the minds make choices and find answers. We work together. We work well. Dr. Karik: And how do you know of Dr. Wondertainment? Can you tell me about them? We: All I know is that we are to work together and that Dr. Wondertainment is not liable to any injuries, accidents, or violations of physical laws in the classroom. And that, by doing this test outside of a classroom, you have voided warranty. Dr. Karik: Thank you. We will continue this interview later. D-2413, D-1211, and D-2834 have continued to exhibit a singular mind ever since the conclusion of SCP-5367-3's initial test. Researchers have been unable to find any warranty documentation included with any of the instances of SCP-5367-1, SCP-5367-2, or SCP-5367-3. Discovery Log: SCP-5367 was discovered by Foundation Webcrawlers after encountering a blog post to ███████, a popular local teacher's forum, by Ms. ███████, a new teacher in Calgary, Alberta, Canada (See blog post included below). Ms. ███████ identified that she had been sent an advertisement for SCP-5367 by mail shortly after being offered a teaching position at a local charter school (See advertisement included below). As of 2020/07/22, Foundation staff have blocked the delivery of 3756 copies of the advertisement from reaching new teachers across North America and have pulled it from advertising sections of 54 local teachers' union newsletters. Foundation Webcrawlers are to search periodically for any further advertising from the "School Funification Division" and are to make Dr. Praxis aware of any new advertisements or products discovered. + View blog post - Close blog post DO NOT BUY ANYTHING FROM DR WONDERTAINMENT!! THEY DO NOT DO WHAT YOU THINK THEY WILL!! I thought they were just the latest company trying to dive in to the teaching supply market to capitalize off of the recent Montessori tool trends. I was VERY wrong. I bought these products after my new principal sent me a letter of how much grades were emphasized at ███████ ████████ Elementary School and was terrified of making a mistake and ruining any of my students' futures. This thing was advertised like it would be some kind of Infrared thermometer but for measuring IQ or anxiety or something. I really didn't know what it was going to be measuring but I was scared and willing to try anything! Just like I bet a lot of you are if you are on this blog! The thing just sat in my desk for a few months while I graded like I was taught to but then October rolled around and I had to write report cards and do Parent-Teacher interviews for a group of 46 eight-year-olds. That is way too much for one person to do without help and it was so early in the year and we hadn't done any of the big assessments yet and I got desperate. I pointed the thing at one of the more difficult to assess students who never handed in their homework and pressed the button. Suddenly he was gone! Burst into light and got sucked up into the device. The room was terrified, I was terrified. Everyone was screaming and crying and, honestly, I still have nightmares about it. After a few minutes the device's screen flashed and he was back in the room, a little dazed, but otherwise fine. THANK. GOD. I have no idea what these things are, but no amount of stress is worth the horror that comes from these devices. Listen to my warning and AVOID AT ALL COST. + View advertisement - Close advertisement Hello!! We here at DR WONDERTAINMENT's new SCHOOL FUNIFICATION DIVISION are excited to announce our new line of QUANTUM TEACHING RESOURCES! We have heard how lame school can be for students and how frustrating it can be for you teachers to teach a group that hates being there. So, we are offering you the chance to try out our first three devices in the teaching resources line for HALF the future price! The QUANTIZER will make grading the easiest part of your job! Just point and click and you'll never need to grade another paper again! The DIFFRACTOR will let you finish your entire plan for the day in half, a quarter, or even an infinitesimal of the time! Slap it on the floor and marvel as your classroom's efficiency shoots through the roof of the school! The ENTANGLER will make you a master of classroom management on day one! Don't struggle with years of tossing and turning and making vague lesson plans, just place the ENTANGLER above the door and enjoy teaching to the average student perfectly! Settle for the CLASSICAL methods of teaching no more! Break into the world of QUANTUM TEACHING and watch as your test scores rocket up and discipline issues plummet! DR WONDERTAINMENT assumes no liability for any injuries, accidents, or violations of universal laws through the use of any of these products. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5367" by Pedagon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5367. 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-5368 | safe | SCP-5368 By: JakdragonX Published on 18 Feb 2021 06:02 Item #: SCP-5368 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5368 is contained within a standard Anomalous Object Containment Chamber at Site-119. Foundation personnel are authorized to remove SCP-5368-1 from SCP-5368 once it sprouts for experimentation or testing purposes. Description: SCP-5368 is the designation given to an anomalous flower pot, capable of predicting the romantic potential1 between a designated user and an identified target individual. SCP-5368 can perform this action through SCP-5368-1, a singular, seemingly non-anomalous, red rose that sprouts once a seed or bulb is planted within SCP-5368. The type of seed or bulb is irrelevant, as any that are used within the object will always sprout SCP-5368-1. Tests concerning this process have ascertained that an SCP-5368-1 instance will always sprout regardless of the current life-cycle of the seed or bulb as long as the procedure of identifying a target individual is followed exactly. SCP-5368-1, while being resilient and able to thrive without the standard requirements of a typical rose within the object, will die if disconnected from SCP-5368. SCP-5368 can only predict romantic attraction once a series of non-anomalous actions are performed: The performing individual will say the first name of their target, whether aloud or through thinking about them, while planting the chosen seed. Said individual will begin to pluck off SCP-5368-1's petals. On each pluck, the performing individual must alternately state aloud either "They Love Me", or "They Love Me Not", beginning with the former on the first petal.2 They will then continue plucking the SCP-5368-1 instance until only one petal remains. Whichever statement follows the removal of the final petal will dictate to the performing individual whether or not the targeted subject possesses the romantic potential required to sustain a long-term relationship. Addendum 5368-1: Discovery SCP-5368 was recovered by Researcher Marcel Dupont on 2018/09/13, who identified it as a "cursed family heirloom" that had been in his family's possession for several generations before he discovered it. Once contained, several experiments involving SCP-5368 were approved, with results verifying the extent of the object's anomalous properties. Subject Target Results Notes Rs. Marcel Dupont Hayley Morrow [NO] Rs. Dupont reported these results to Foundation personnel prior to SCP-5368's containment. Refer to Interview in Addendum 5368-2. Dr. Frode Kastor Sr. Rs. Trini Kastor-Riva [YES] The two subjects present within the experiment had been married for 32 years and lived together throughout most of their lives. Js. Rs. Arun Macias Js. Rs. Margie Zavala [YES] The two subjects were chosen due to expressing romantic feelings amongst each other at Site-119 beforehand. D-472761 Kamron Dawe [NO] Kamron Dawe, age 14, was the daughter of D-472761. SCP-5368 seems to indicate strictly romantic feelings, not platonic or paternal ones. ███ █████ ████ Ordinary primate (infraorder Simiiformes) █████3 It appears that the instances of SCP-5368 are able to work beyond the bounds of species. UPDATE: Test results have been redacted by the request of Foundation psychologist Dr. Devin Collins in order to minimize the damage to ███ █████ ████'s reputation and to facilitate recognition of the personal meaning of the test. Rs. Kyan Bell black-eyed Susan sunflower plant (Rudbeckia hirta) [ERROR] SCP-5368-1 wilted prior to completion. These results conclude that SCP-5368 requires organisms with baseline intelligence in order to output an answer. Addendum 5368-2: Investigation An investigation into SCP-5368 and its relation to Rs. Marcel Dupont was enacted alongside experimentation. An interview was later performed, with Rs. Marcel Dupont questioned about his reasonings for utilizing SCP-5368 and its anomalous attributes. Interviewer: Dr. Danielle Reigen Interviewed: Rs. Marcel Dupont Dr. Reigen: Greetings, Marcel. We doing well? Rs. Dupont: Yeah, yeah. Just fine. We can probably skip the formalities if you'd like. Dr. Reigen: Sure. Yeah. Um, (Clears throat.) how about we just start at the beginning? Where did SCP-5368 come from? Rs. Dupont: Right. I think it's always been a part of my family? Maybe from my Dad's side? Dr. Reigen: Mhm. Rs. Dupont: From the story I was told, everyone before me had used it to see if, well, spouses and whatnot were actually going to stay in the family. The same process, and every time it was always right. I never had any proof of this but I don't think there's been a failed marriage in at least… 5? No, 6 generations? Something crazy like that. Dr. Reigen: And they all used it? Rs. Dupont: Like I said, I don't really know the details. But I'd assume so. The way my dad was talking about it, it was almost like a requirement for entering the family. I'm guessing it's been used for a while now. Dr. Reigen: Hm. Gotta be honest, I really don't get why you'd turn this thing in. Sounds like an honest-to-god blessing to have around. And we both know half the staff here are hoarding at least one kind of anomaly at home or in their office. What made you bring it in? Rs. Dupont: "Blessing." Yeah right. The thing is more like a curse. Dr. Reigen: How so? I know I would have wasted a lot less time with dead-end relationships if I had access to something like that. Lots of tears and money too. Rs. Dupont: Remember Hayley? Dr. Reigen: Yeah of course. I've been wondering what happened there. Last I heard, the rumor around the ice-box was that you were looking for places to get a ring. Rs. Dupont: Exactly. But that was before I encountered the rose. If I hadn't told my parents before popping the question, everything would've been fine. But, of course, I told my jackass brother — who then told my dad, and then the next thing I knew they had me in the attic of my childhood home plucking petals. Like some middle-schooler or something. Dr. Reigen: And that's bad because…? Rs. Dupont: Because I said her name and started plucking, you know? Like I already knew the answer and got a bit carried away, because like—I know she loves me. I didn't have a care in the world. In that moment, I was so confident what the outcome would be. Well, I did until I got to those final two petals. (Pause.) That's when I realized that I was about to land on "she loves me not." Dr. Reigen: Oh. I'm sorry Marcel. That's rough. Rs. Dupont: Do you have any idea how painful that is? To be told you don’t have a future with your best friend? By a god-damned flower? Dr. Reigen: I can't imagi— Rs. Dupont: No, no you really can't. Look at this. Rs. Dupont takes his phone out from his pocket and begins tapping the screen. Rs. Dupont: It's not like we were some fling or something. We've been solid since we met back in Chicago four years ago. I mean, just look for yourself! Rs. Dupont shows Dr. Reigen a photo of himself and Hayley standing in front of a chrome sculpture in Millenium Park, Chicago. Rs. Dupont: Look how happy we were! And that wasn't even just like, a honeymoon phase. (Sighs.) Just a month before this stupid flower ruined everything… we went to Vegas together. It was so much fun, you have no idea how happy we were. Dr. Reigen: I know you're hurting but I think we've gotten way off-topic here. Can we just go back to— Rs. Dupont: No. I want this on record so that nobody goes through what I did. Anyone who happens to read this transcript in the future: Do not use SCP-5368 or it will ruin your life. I want it on record that we were happy before the rose threw every hope out the window. Dr. Reigen: Fine. I'll add it to the record if you promise we can get back to the interview afterward. Rs. Dupont: Thank you. Several moments pass. Rs. Dupont: Hang on, it's in here somewhere… Another second passes. Rs. Dupont: Here. I found it. Rs. Dupont turns his device to face Dr. Reigen. On the screen plays a video recording. Concluding Statement: Interview was subsequently paused for nearly 26 minutes while Dr. Reigen entered the video recording from Rs. Dupont's device into the record. Note: The included footage has been transcribed for brevity and record-keeping purposes. According to Rs. Dupont, the footage had been edited into its presented form prior to encountering SCP-5368 in order to be utilized at a rehearsal dinner. Recording begins on the dashboard of an unknown vehicle, with the perspective panning outward towards the driver and passenger seats. Inside, Rs. Dupont can be seen driving, wearing a casual grey shirt and brown shorts. Next to him, a younger blonde woman dressed in a red crop-top and blue jeans stares out of the passenger window. They both appear to be smiling. After several moments, Rs. Dupont can be seen turning the radio on, causing "Breakeven" by The Script to play. He quickly turns up the volume. Rs. Dupont: You're going to have the time of your life, guaranteed. The woman turns towards Rs. Dupont, who can now be identified as Hayley Morrow. Morrow: Oh, really? Rs. Dupont: What, you don't believe me? Morrow chuckles slightly as she crosses her legs. Morrow: Oh I believe you alright. But did you really think driving all the way there would be a good idea? Rs. Dupont turns his head quickly towards Morrow's gaze. Rs. Dupont: You don't want to spend time on the road? Just us? Morrow smiles, leaning over the console to kiss Rs. Dupont on his right cheek. Morrow: No, that's not what I meant at all. Morrow chuckles again. Morrow: You know our time together is always a blast. Rs. Dupont leans over and turns a knob on the dashboard before returning to his previous position. The vehicle can be seen accelerating onto an interstate. Morrow: Hey, Marcel. Rs. Dupont: What's up? Morrow looks towards Rs. Dupont. Morrow: We've both always kinda been on the road, haven't we? Rs. Dupont squints his eyes in apparent confusion. Rs. Dupont: What do you mean? Morrow slumps backward in her seat. Morrow: Like, even when we first met, we've both had this… this attraction, almost, to the road. Rs. Dupont: Like roadkill? Morrow: (Chuckling.) No, no. I just, ergh, I can't really explain it. Rs. Dupont: No I think I get it. (Pausing.) Almost like nomads, right? Morrow: Something like that, yeah. Just doing our own thing, having the wind take us wherever. Kinda nomadic, in a good way. Rs. Dupont: Is there ever a bad nomadic lifestyle? Morrow shrugs. Morrow: I'm sure someone, somewhere has probably made it bad. At some point. The two sit in silence for several seconds as the radio begins playing a new song. Morrow: You know, you never did tell me how I was going to have the time of my life, Marcel. Rs. Dupont: Just trust me! I promise. Have I ever mislead you? Morrow: Yes. Definitely. Both laughs as The footage fades. The camera cuts to the inside of a small hotel room, with one bed visible and a large window overlooking the Las Vegas skyline. Rs. Depont can be seen carrying the recording above his head, with Morrow walking towards him from a nearby bathroom. Rs. Dupont begins speaking with his face towards the camera. Rs. Dupont: Man, this hotel room is fucking awesome, huh? Morrow: Marcel, what are you doing? Rs. Dupont turns his head but keeps the camera angled towards him. Rs. Dupont: (Offhand.) What do you mean? I'm immortalizing our trip! Keeping memories. Morrow laughs as she sits down atop of the bed. The TV adjacent to her flashes on, with the local news playing at a low volume. Morrow: You look like a middle-aged man when you do that. Rs. Dupont rolls his eyes as he continues holding the camera above him. Morrow: Marcel, seriously. Rs. Dupont: Aw come on, you know you love it. They both sit in silence for a moment as Rs. Dupont moves the camera to another position, pointing towards them. Rs. Dupont: I just thought of something. Morrow: Yeah? Rs. Dupont: You remember that one time, back in August, when we went to that diner in Columbus? Morrow pauses. Morrow: I think so, yeah. Rs. Dupont: And they didn't cook your meal and you almost threw up? Morrow: Yes, I definitely remember now. (Chuckling.) You almost went over the counter. Rs. Dupont: I was mad, I couldn't help it. Morrow: Mhm, sure. Rs. Dupont: I was! Morrow: Trust me, I know. But why bring it up now? Rs. Dupont turns towards Morrow. Rs. Dupont: We're going out there again someday, I have a score to settle with the cooks who made your food. Morrow: That really necessary? I'm sure you got your point across to them already. Rs. Dupont: Maybe, but they definitely fucked you over. Freddy's has always been a good place to eat at. I can't just forgive them. Morrow: I think you'll be able to just fine. Rs. Dupont: Yeah, whatever. Rs. Dupont walks over to Morrow, offering his hand towards her. She grasps it and then rises to her feet. The two smile at each other momentarily before they both share a kiss. Rs. Dupont: Okay, okay. We both should probably go get ready. We got somewhere to be in an hour. The camera changes perspectives once more, now again in Rs. Dupont's hand. The camera appears to be slightly spinning, overlooking a massive crowd. Upon closer inspection, it appears that Rs. Dupont and Morrow are inside of the Golden Nugget Casino, located within downtown Las Vegas. The two also appear slightly intoxicated, with Morrow quickly running up to Rs. Dupont and giving him a kiss on the lips as he records. Rs. Dupont: Are you having fun yet? Morrow nods. Rs. Dupont quickly turns towards her, giving Morrow another kiss as the two begin walking. Morrow: Do we have any more money? Rs. Dupont: (Chuckles.) Probably not. The two continue walking around the casino, with each holding the other's hands. After several minutes, the two wander outside and continue walking northwest. Morrow: Where are we going? (Laughing.) Rs. Dupont: I, uh, I think there's a park nearby. Wanna stop there for a second and get some fresh air? Morrow nods as they continue walking. After another 10 minutes, the two arrive at Symphony Park. Despite the several streetlights, the area is still dark. The two spot a nearby bench, and can be seen sitting down. After another pause, Morrow leans her head against Rs. Dupont's shoulder. Morrow: I'm getting sleepy. Rs. Dupont: Do you want to head home soon? Morrow: Not right now, no. But soon, probably. What do you want to do? Rs. Dupont: I'm okay with whatever. Morrow snorts. Morrow: I hate it when you do that. Rs. Dupont: What? I'm only copying you, Ms. "Whatever You Want To Eat, I Don't Care." Morrow playfully punches Rs. Dupont in the arm. Rs. Dupont: Ow! That hurt. The two laugh for a few seconds before they each go silent. It remains like this for several minutes. The camera moves and is now pointed upwards, with Rs. Dupont and Morrow away from the frame. Morrow: Marcel? Rs. Dupont: Yeah? Morrow: I love you. Rs. Dupont pauses momentarily. Rs. Dupont: I love you too, Hayley. Morrow: Thank you. A final pause before Rs. Dupont can be heard chuckling. Rs. Dupont: You're welcome Hayley. You're welcome. But hey, we should probably head back to the room soon. Morrow: Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. Addendum 5368-3: Conclusion Interviewer: Dr. Danielle Reigen Interviewed: Rs. Marcel Dupont Foreword: This interview is a continuation of the first, following a short break by Dr. Reigen. Dr. Reigen: Alright, I've got it. I'll make sure that that gets into the record. Rs. Dupont: Thank you. You're a good friend, Dani. I just don't want anyone else to go through this pain. I would have been so much happier to just love Hayley a little longer, you know? Sure, we probably would have ended at some point, but I would have liked to have been happy for just a little longer. Dr. Reigen: Yeah I get it. Rs. Dupont: And you know what the worst part was? I really didn't even realize what I had until it was too late. If we weren't doomed I would have loved her so much more after taking this break. I would have taken more time off, stuck to my scheduled hours more tightly, taken her to her dumb cheesy movies, and anything else that would make her smile. I would've tried everything I could because I never really realized how perfect she was, you know? I've become such a better man because of her and how much I've been missing her. But there's no point in any of it anymore. Sorry I'm such a mess. Not like I can talk about any of this with a therapist or something, ya know? Stupid Veil. Dupont rests his head in his arms on the table in front of him and goes quiet. Dr. Reigen: Yeah, uh, not a problem at all. Look, we can go get a drink and talk after we're done here but I really need to get back to the actual questions. You know how it is. Rs. Dupont: Yeah, of course. What else do you have? Dr. Reigen: Well, getting back to the actual event in the attic, you said your dad and brother were there… Anyone else? Rs. Dupont: No, it was just us. Dr. Reigen: And where did your dad retrieve SCP-5368 from? Rs. Dupont: Um, it was locked in a little box on an old dusty table in the back. Nothing really notable about it. Dr. Reigen: Perfect. Just one more, I promise. Then we can call it a night and head to Gilly's. Rs. Dupont: Yeah I get it. Don't worry about me. I'm just not really feeling it now. Dr. Reigen: Uh, right. So, was the flower already present when it was taken out of the chest, or did you have to do anything to sprout it? Rs. Dupont: Oh, right, I had to just say the name to a seed and then plant it to start. Dad said something about how each plant was meant for only the person who planted it. Sorry, I totally forgot about that. I would have mentioned it before. Dr. Reigen: No worries. That's why we have these questions. And then you said you left it with the three remaining petals there so… that explains why it was still un-wilted when we recovered it. Alright, I think that's everything we need on this list. Thank you! Rs. Dupont: Sounds good. But I think you made a mistake. It only had, erm, two petals left when I walked out. Dr. Reigen: No? I'm certain there were three. Rs. Dupont: No, I clearly remember. I ended on "she loves me not" so it was definitely an even number left. You've got something wrong. Dr. Reigen: I don't know what to tell you… It has three petals. Look. Dr. Reigen slides a photo SCP-5368 that was previously recovered from Rs. Dupont's residency. Dr. Reigen: See? Instance of SCP-5368-1 with three visible petals. Rs. Dupont: Danielle. Dr. Reigen: I—yes? Rs. Dupont: There's three petals. Dr. Reigen: That's what I said, yeah. There it is too, in the photo that you're, uh, looking at right now. Rs. Dupont: Danielle. Dr. Reigen: What, Marcel? Rs. Dupont: There's no way. Dr. Reigen: I'm pretty sure there is a way, actually. You can even see it for yourself—it's like, right there. Rs. Dupont: No, no, you don't realize what I'm saying. Dr. Reigen: Which is? Rs. Dupont: I've made a very stupid mistake. Concluding Statement: Rs. Dupont quickly left the room before Dr. Reigen could officially conclude the interview. Additionally, due to the image provided by Rs. Dupont, Foundation personnel are unaware if the extra petal spotted on the SCP-5368-1 instance was anomalously manifested or otherwise an oversight by the researcher in question. Hey, hayley? yes? something up? I think I'm an idiot I've been saying that for years <3 Footnotes 1. Likelihood of having a successful long-term 1st-order relationship. 2. Failure to recite the required alternating claim will result in the SCP-5368-1 instance growing new petals to replace the lost ones, trapping the user in an infinite loop. 3. Reason for Redaction: "To preserve the reputation of a Foundation asset" ~ Dr. Devin Collins. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5368" by JakdragonX and Pedagon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5368. 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: rose.jpg Author: Rex Atlas License(s): Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License Source Link: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/809613597487267850/809616848270131220/image1.jpg |
SCP-5369 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5369 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5369-A is located in a humanoid containment cell at an undisclosed Site that is guarded at all times by armed members of MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox"). Any unauthorized personnel approaching the door of the containment cell outside of scheduled access times is to be apprehended and detained for questioning. In the case of an external breach and the subsequent death of SCP-5369-A, containment duties will halt until SCP-5369-A makes contact with the Foundation again. Earliest known photograph of SCP-5369-B. Description: SCP-5369-A is a woman by the name of Florence Penemue who does not age. Upon death, its corpse will rapidly decompose into dust, while SCP-5369-A will reappear in a random location a varying period of time later.1 Aside from these two traits, SCP-5369-A appears to be wholly mundane. SCP-5369-B is a woman with the same qualities who will consistently seek out and terminate SCP-5369-A by any means necessary. While possessing no anomalous combat abilities that would assist it in its goals, SCP-5369-B has displayed a disregard for human casualties and an extremely narrow-minded focus on its goal that has made it a formidable opponent. Despite knowing of the existence of SCP-5369-A for over a century, the Foundation in the past has been unable to hold it long enough for interrogation due to SCP-5369-B's intervention. Rather than allowing itself to be captured, SCP-5369-B will terminate itself when cornered, leading to a dearth of information regarding the connections between the two anomalies. Discovery: The SCP-5369 anomalies first came to the attention of the Foundation through the Flamel Project in 1863, an initiative within the Foundation tasked with gathering information on suspected and unknown immortals existing within civilian society. Initially, SCP-5369-B was theorized to be a serial killer with a preferential class of victims. However upon the discovery that all victims had identified themselves as a "Florence," several attempts were made to capture SCP-5369-A for interrogation. Addendum 5369.1: SCP-5369-A 01/31/1972 Interview Interviewed: SCP-5369-A Interviewer: Dr Jack Bright2 [BEGIN LOG] Bright: Hello there. My name's Dr Jack Bright. I'm not sure if you remember this, but I— SCP-5369-A: You did the check-in exam. Back in 1891. You look… different. What happened to you? Bright: Immortality happened. Not by choice though. It's a rather long story. [Bright taps SCP-963.] Bright: Stuck in this little thing for now, hopping from one body to the next whenever someone puts it on. As for you… reincarnation, I'm guessing? SCP-5369-A: Not quite. I'm not born again. I just appear as I am, as I look now. I die, I go away for a bit, then after some time I find myself naked on a beach or mountain or in the middle of nowhere. That's always fun. Bright: What's it like? SCP-5369-A: Waking up? It's a bit troublesome to get started all over again, but it usually doesn't take long. Bright: No, death. Dying, I mean. SCP-5369-A: Ah. Bright: To me, it's a bit like falling asleep. One second you're there lying in bed, the next you're blinking yourself awake in a new place and a new body. A bit disorientating, but a peaceful seamless transition. What's it like for you? SCP-5369-A: Sort of like… holding your breath. You try to let it go, once you become uncomfortable, but you don't have any lungs to let it out of. Or a mouth. Or anything. All you have is that black horizon. Never know exactly when it's going to happen, sometimes it's in a month, sometimes it's a year — not that you can really count time in the in-between. You just hope it goes by quickly. Bright: Interesting, we'll have to discuss that some more at another time. For now, I wanted to ask you about this woman. [Bright places the photo of SCP-5369-B on the table. SCP-5369-A's eyes flicker down.] Bright: From what we can tell, she's been rather persistent over the past century and a half. Hunting you down, over and over again. Why is she so focused on you? [SCP-5369-A remains silent.] Bright: Florence, I'm trying to help you here. Even if you're immortal, I know dying's painful. Trust me, I'm no fan of it either. If you tell us why she's after you, maybe we can stop her somehow. Anything that comes to mind can help. [SCP-5369-A remains silent. Bright sits back.] Bright: Do you really want to play this role forever, Florence? Dying over and over again, suffocating behind that black horizon, as you called it? I can't imagine much worse when you're immortal. But if you think you can stop her, whoever she is, say the word and we'll let you go as you please. SCP-5369-A: Elizabeth. That's her name. Elizabeth Moore. From Plymouth. Her father was a cotton merchant, with the East India Company. Lived just down the road from us, but we never really knew each other until school. She was… kind. Even if it was dangerous, or she had every reason in the world to be absolutely furious at someone, she'd drop everything to help them out the moment they asked. Bright: Sounds like quite the person. Were you two close? SCP-5369-A: You could say that. For a time, we were — never mind. But we— [SCP-5369-A is interrupted by the sound of a distant alarm.] Bright: Odd. Hold on a moment. [Bright stands up, opening the door. The alarm increases drastically in volume, making SCP-5369-A flinch.] Bright: Macleod, what's going on out there? Containment breach? Macleod: No idea. Comms are down, can't get a word in to anyone. I'm betting on an external breach, though. We should probably get to a more defensible position— SCP-5369-A: It's her. Elizabeth. Bright: Could be any number of foes at play. The Foundation has no shortage of enemies, I can tell you that. Insurgency, the Hand, maybe someone hired Marshall, Carter and Dark to swipe something… SCP-5369-A: It has to be her. She always finds me. Always. Bright: Hmm. Macleod, get yourself someplace safe. I'll shelter in place with the anomaly. Macleod: But I— Bright: You're mortal. We're not. If we die, that's easily fixable. Not so much for you. Get yourself out of here, that's an order.3 [Bright locks the door, sitting back down across from SCP-5369-A.] Bright: If you're right, we'll probably be dead in a few minutes. Along with a lot of good people who were in danger because of you. People who don't have the means to come back like us. So tell me: why is she after you? [Muffled explosions can be heard in the background.] SCP-5369-A: Do you have family? Your parents, siblings, children, nieces and nephews, are they still around? I'm not quite sure how old you are. Bright: …That's neither here nor there. What's your point? SCP-5369-A: If you could ensure someone who meant everything to you would be safe, would be protected and healthy, what would you do to make that happen? Is there even a limit? Would you burn down the world to see them happy? Bright: I suppose I might, if they were in danger. And what was this terrible threat that Elizabeth faced? Illness? Some sort of disease? SCP-5369-A: In a manner of speaking, if you consider death a disease. Bright: What? Judging from her appearance, she can't be anymore than eighteen, maybe twenty. She looked healthy enough. SCP-5369-A: Twenty-three, and the absolute picture of health. Never ate anything the least bit fattening. And yet no matter what, in the span of sixty or seventy years her slender figure, her flowing locks, her beautiful face, it would all wither and age away. And one day, I found myself able to stop all that, so I did. Bright: And now she's hunting you down. Clearly she doesn't appreciate the "gift" anymore. What made her change her mind? SCP-5369-A: Oh, she never was grateful for all I've done. Just goes to show how you can give someone the greatest present in the world, but they can still be furious for the silliest of reasons. You'd think she was looking forward to death. Bright: Wait, so… you didn't even ask her in the first place? You just made her immortal without her permission and expected everything to be fine, expected her to be happy that you made this enormous decision without even bothering to consult her. SCP-5369-A: I had hoped she'd see reason by now, but as you can tell…. maybe in a few more decades. Everything I did, I did for her— Bright: Everything you did was for you and you alone. Don't fool yourself. If you actually cared what she thought, you wouldn't have done it yourself, you'd ask her. SCP-5369-A: And if she said something silly like preferring to die a miserable cancer-filled end, should I "respect" her choices then? Next you'll say there's things worse than death. Bright: I— God. I've spoken to murderers, assassins, bloodthirsty beasts, and yet you're the first thing to sit across from me that I find truly and utterly revolting. You… you're not worth the air you're breathing. [The two sit in silence. More explosions can be heard in the background, along with the sound of gunfire. The gunfire appears to be getting significantly closer.] Bright: How does she find you? Today, 1891, a dozen other times beforehand, she always finds you. It seems we never have you for more than a day before she homes in. How does she do that? A side effect of your immortality? SCP-5369-A: Your guess is as good as mine. Maybe it was some sort of spell she picked up over the years, or some trick she learned from an acquaintance, or… or maybe it was that grey-eyed bastard. Dammit. Bright: What? What do you mean? [The door opens again, and SCP-5369-B enters the room, carrying a revolver and flanked by a masked man in paramilitary garb on each side. Turning to one of the men, it places what appears to be a small jewel in his hand before stepping into the cell and closing the door behind it. SCP-5369-A stands up, clearly alarmed.] SCP-5369-A: Lizzy, I- [SCP-5369-B shoots three times in quick succession. SCP-5369-A's corpse collapses and begins to rapidly decompose. SCP-5369-B turns to Dr Bright and shoots him twice in the head.] [SCP-5369-B glances around the room before departing.] [END LOG] Closing Statement: Due to the extreme chaos left by the breach, SCP-5369-B was able to escape the Site undetected. Subdued attackers were identified as belonging to Hyperion, a private military company often used by the Foundation in politically complex situations. Recovered soldiers divulged that SCP-5369-B had paid an exorbitant amount for their assistance in breaching the Site in exchange for the breaking of their contract. Addendum 5369.2: Request for Change of Security Protocols Firstly, I'd like to apologize for my behavior in the SCP-5369 interview. It was grossly unprofessional at best. However, my feelings on the continued containment of SCP-5369-A remain the same. SCP-5369-A represents a massive security risk. Containing it will inevitably attract the attention of SCP-5369-B, an enemy that displayed an extreme dedication to its goals and clear disdain for human life. Unlike the Insurgency or the Black Queen, or any other foes we might encounter, SCP-5369-B cannot be bribed, threatened, cajoled, intimidated, or persuaded into changing its goal. If it wants to kill SCP-5369-A, it won't let anything stop it, no matter how long it takes. While I'm not fond of letting a potentially dangerous anomaly roam free, it's better than the costly alternative. I propose we rid ourselves of the albatross around our necks. Dr Bright, Senior Researcher Dr Bright, While your professional advice is always welcome, we'd kindly ask you to keep your personal feelings regarding immortality to yourself and not in your work. An outburst of that vitriol is conduct unbecoming of a Foundation doctor, regardless of the perceived moral character of the anomaly. As such, we've decided to release you from the SCP-5369 project team. However, your proposal has highlighted the need for an immediate change in SCP-5369-A's security protocols before its next containment. Your final task on the SCP-5369 team will be to implement a new set of containment protocols designed to minimize friendly casualties. O5-3 Addendum 5369.3: Recovered letter, Plymouth Historical Society Florie, florie, florie. How the name of my beautiful flower would consume my thoughts for hours on end. I would keep it almost like a secret, never saying it aloud except for the dead of night where no one would hear my voice betray its thoughts. Once upon a time, the night was when I felt truly alive. Once upon a time, I truly loved you. It may sound ridiculous now, but once it was the only thing I was sure of in this world. But you did not love me even then. You may have desired me, but it was a desire born out of obsession. That was not love. Love takes, but it also gives. It is not a pagan god demanding sacrifice, but one that nourishes and protects. If you had truly loved me, you would have been happy with sixty years or six. As long as we were together for as long as possible, that should have been all that mattered. You could not bear to exist in a world where I was not yours. I felt the same. But I had to accept it because that was the way the world was. You decided not to. What devil did you bargain with for this curse? What terrible price did you have to pay? Whatever it was, it was not worth it. A hundred years past, and I can no longer remember what my mother looked like, or the sound of my father's voice. I had brothers once, brothers I no longer recall the names of. Pain and pleasure are both foreign to my dulled senses, and all food and drink tastes like ashes upon my tongue. My heart may still be beating, but I died the day you sold our souls. What remains is a lifeless automaton enduring the grinding away of the ages. Yet whenever I think of you, something comes back to me. I dream of all the times I gently traced over the contours of your face, feeling every bump and imperfection. Then I sink my nails into your flesh and tear that beautiful face apart. That moment, that heartbeat, between your shrieks of pain and when the dream evaporates and I wake to nothing but the cold night air? That is the only moment I feel alive. That is the only moment I feel anything at all. You stole from me my life, so I shall do the same. Anything you build, I shall destroy utterly. Anywhere you run, I will follow. Anyone you love? I'll make sure they die screaming. I swear you will never know another moment of happiness again. Only an eternity of misery. Footnotes 1. While exact measurements have not been made, the shortest known gap was 8 weeks, while the longest was 9 years and three months. 2. As Dr Bright had been assigned to the SCP-5369 research team before the SCP-963 incident and briefly interacted with SCP-5369-A in the past, the decision was made for him to conduct the interview. 3. While this was technically considered a willful breach of Foundation emergency protocols, Site Director Hayworth declined to prosecute Bright for his actions. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5369" by Cerastes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5369. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5370 | thaumiel | An 8x8 segment of SCP-5370's configuration on the 17th of July, 1983. The inverted bishop symbol represents an alfil, a piece capable of jumping two squares diagonally. Item #: SCP-5370 Special Containment Procedures: Problems based on the ruleset and active configurations of SCP-5370 have been provided to leading mathematical organisations in order to identify potential candidates for BLUE TEAM membership. BLUE TEAM candidates should: possess a high-level understanding of the field of transfinite game theory and modern chess strategy be fully certified in diplomatic negotiation with anomalous entities and basic grief counselling undergo the mandatory psychiatric evaluation necessary to participate in assignments with a >95% candidate mortality rate. Presently, interaction with SCP-5370 is suspended pending the development of a gameplay strategy approved by both Overwatch Command and the Ethics Committee. Perfect Blue, the mainframe currently hosting SCP-5370. Description: SCP-5370 is an ongoing, anomalous game of fairy chess1 between two parties: BLUE TEAM, a task force of Foundation mathematicians, and RED TEAM, [RESTRICTED TO 5370/BLUE TEAM CLEARANCE]. SCP-5370's ruleset was initially devised by the Foundation in 1977, and the game started six years later on the 4th of January, 1983. A summary of the most important deviations between the rules of SCP-5370 and FIDE chess is provided below: SCP-5370 is played on an infinite grid simulated on computer hardware, although the majority of the game's states have remained within a 110x110 space on the board. SCP-5370 starts with both players having 128 pieces at the start of play instead of 16, and incorporates a variety of non-standard pieces such as the huygens, which can only move any prime number of spaces diagonally. SCP-5370 employs a modified version of the 50-move rule: if 50 moves have passed without a piece being taken or a 1-mover2 being moved, a stalemate is declared. The time limit on each move has additionally been increased to 10 years. At the time of writing, BLUE TEAM has a considerable material and positional advantage over RED TEAM, and is likely to achieve mate within the next 200 moves. SCP-5370's primary anomalous property is its ability to facilitate survivable communication with RED TEAM. Due to operational security risks, further information requires 5370/BLUE TEAM clearance to access. Addendum SCP-5370-A: Prospective BLUE TEAM Strategic Overview Goal: To ensure SCP-5370 continues for as long as possible. Motivations: Ensuring SCP-5370 continues for as long as possible allows the Foundation to get the most possible value from the information RED TEAM is capable of providing. Ethics Committee's applied research teams have proven that the end of SCP-5370 would have unacceptable consequences for RED TEAM due to the nature of their confinement. Methods: Researching the most suboptimal lines of play possible to communicate a given idea. This allows us to avoid ending the game via time-based stalemate while also preserving the ability to communicate with RED TEAM. Attempting to modify the rules of the game using loopholes in the rituals used to create it. Since much of the documentation around SCP-5370's creation was largely informal to minimise scrutiny, this ultimately depends on information that can only be provided by RED TEAM. Should RED TEAM's position continue to deteriorate, BLUE TEAM personnel may be selected to become first-hand advisors to RED TEAM pending Ethics Committee approval. Addendum SCP-5370-B: Sample SCP-5370 Communication Log Date: 23rd of July, 2009 Purpose: Recontainment of United States orbital paratechnology platform "MORNINGSTAR" Participants: O5-11 Maria Jones, Head of RAISA (MJ) Dr. Amitha Sanmugasunderam, Master of Ceremonies for SCP-5370 (AS) Via Cervantes, Ethics Committee Liaison for SCP-5370 (VC) 37 instances of miscellaneous human material (HM-1 through -37) <BEGIN LOG> [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] AS: —while communication is as simple as identifying the correct move to make, the difficulty is in getting coherent results. Hence the ritual apparatus you see here today. VC: I… see. The briefing packet didn't mention— AS: Relax. It's not your job to do this; all you have to do is watch. Make sure I'm not being too mean to them. (to MJ) The fishing hook, please. O5-11: I know she's new, Amitha, but I've never seen you do this before, either. Did something change? AS: Your man's a traitor, Eleven, which screws up the usual ways we'd separate the player from the team; we can't assume the gestalt can get him to cooperate, so that means we can't just make a move and wait for the response. O5-11: Ah. AS: So we have to imbue the move with significance, call out to him specifically. Think of RED TEAM like a bag of coins, and our volunteers here as our sorting machine. We want to pick out certain qualities from each of them— [RESTRICTED TO 5370/BLUE TEAM CLEARANCE] AS: Divorcee— [RESTRICTED TO 5370/BLUE TEAM CLEARANCE] AS: —former alcoholic— [RESTRICTED TO 5370/BLUE TEAM CLEARANCE] AS: —father of two— [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] AS: —not as wasteful as you'd think, thankfully. Those parts of them will grow back after a while: well, maybe not the kids. VC: Can… can I take a break now? AS: No. There's a sick bag behind the desk. VC: Oh. AS: Now: the most important quality we're looking for. Betrayal. (pause) O5-11: That tattoo. You were Hand? AS: Not in five minutes. (to MJ) Fentanyl, please? [RESTRICTED TO 5370/BLUE TEAM CLEARANCE] VC: Jesus, I'll- I'll get a tourniquet, this is— AS: It's not blood I'm bleeding. Shut up and eat the eyeball. VC: You said I wouldn't have to do anything! AS: When I asked you if you ate offal, did you think that was a fucking joke? VC: I- no, but this is- this is ridiculous! I'm going to— AS: You're going to eat the eyeball, and you're going to tell me what move we make. [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] VC: —never complaining about ox tongue again— AS: What move? VC: (coughs) Bishop! Bishop, to- to a32. AS: Noted. (pause) VC: Where- where's the sick bag— [REDACTED FOR BREVITY] AS: Alfil to g31. Interesting. O5-11: How many moves without a capture, now? AS: Twenty-nine. Everyone's got plenty of pieces on the board, don't you worry. O5-11: Mm. Still a lot emptier than I remember it. AS: You asked us to do this, Eleven. (pause) AS: He says you want to see what we've got on Reagan's Star Wars projects, start looking through foster homes. Oh, and something about your husband: very mature, I can see why he defected. <END LOG> Addendum SCP-5370-C: Initial Project Proposal Introduction The Foundation has an institutional knowledge problem unmatched by any other international organisation of its size. It has a fatality rate on par with several contemporary militaries[9][21], high rates of turnover in positions of authority[7], historical gaps in its record-keeping which mean information necessary to containment efforts is passed on almost exclusively by word of mouth[2][5][11]—and these are merely the issues not exclusive to our line of work. The indiscriminate nature of amnestic treatments for infohazardous contamination and the generally high prevalence of mind-affecting anomalies[19] places yet further pressure on the number of experienced employees we can retain in a functional capacity, and therefore the experience they can continue to pass down to future operatives. In this proposal, we outline a method capable of making it theoretically impossible for loss of personnel to negatively impact institutional knowledge, via the creation of a location known as a 'blackroom'. This method has several advantages over similar blackrooms previously proposed: It captures any personnel lost in the line of duty, regardless of personal beliefs or position in the Foundation's hierarchy. To prevent this much knowledge loss without requiring steps such as mass conversion[3] or a restructuring of the Foundation's org chart to a more ritually pliable state[11] is a previously unsolved issue. It does not encounter the so-called Inferno problem[9]. Prior attempts to solve this rendered the blackroom inaccessible to prospective inhabitants as a result of acts they performed in the line of duty. We solve this by creating a morally-neutral value space, making it both accessible and minimising the harm inflicted upon its inhabitants. The communication method used makes the transmission of infohazardous data much safer than by other means. Instead of using direct telepathic contact, automatic writing, and other memetically-insecure methods of communication, we use a chess-based encryption method whose output can be sanitised automatically. We estimate that this project will take approximately ten years to complete, will require a budget of 7.5 million USD, and will last for approximately 260 thousand years provided judicious restrictions are placed on communicating with the blackroom. [FURTHER INFORMATION RESTRICTED TO 5370/BLUE TEAM CLEARANCE] Footnotes 1. A term used to refer to variants of chess with altered rules. 2. A piece that can only move 1 space at a time. In standard chess, this refers exclusively to the king and the pawn, but SCP-5370 adds two additional 1-movers. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5370" by Taffeta, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5370. 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: board.png Author: Taffeta License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: mainframe.jpg Name: Mainframe Computer Author: Pargon License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-5371 | safe | SCP-5371. Item #: SCP-5371 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5371 is to be contained in a medium-sized item locker in Site-19. Video surveillance has been installed inside the item locker to detect any previously unseen behavior. Investigations into its origins are forbidden. Description: SCP-5371 is a 2m tall sculpture of a decayed humanoid, wrapped in draperies and holding a shield in its left hand. On this shield reads the Latin phrase, "VINCIT QUI SE VINCIT."1 The right arm of SCP-5371 appears to have once held something which has since broken off. Several joints are present inside its arms, although no way of activating them has been uncovered. SCP-5371 instills a strong feeling of disgust upon viewing its face, which immediately subsides once breaking visual contact. Once completely out of the line of sight, SCP-5371 will move as far from all subjects as possible, turning to face away from them. If possible exits are obstructed, it will instead slowly move its jaw in a presumed state of distress. Although the remainder of SCP-5371 is in relatively pristine condition, its neck vertebrae show signs of hairline fractures which have since healed. Discovery: SCP-5371 was discovered after a fire destroyed the subterranean levels of Site-18 on 1992/07/31. Upon surveying the damages, a previously unknown floor of the Site was discovered underneath, entirely sealed off from the rest of the facility. The level consists of a long, expansive room. A metal placard on the floor's main entrance was melted beyond recognition in the fire. A circle split into three sections is inscribed in the center of the room, each section is labeled with an inscription: "SCIENTIFIC", "RITUALISTIC”, and "ARTISTIC", with the latter section being dyed red. Tall blocks of stone are lined in rows on each side of this level, which move places between reentries. No efforts to move these blocks otherwise have been successful. Crushed and desiccated human extremities protrude from underneath these blocks. These extremities can be observed occasionally twitching. SCP-5371 was found at the very end of the level, facing the wall. Upon relocation, the following document was found affixed to the bottom of its base: Creator Information The sculpture described through this infernal complexion is its own creation, withered into form by itself. One once taunted, "The things which you mold out of empty hubris spit in the decadent eyes of the Seraph," at which this sculpture spat back. One once was right, thus the Icarus ascended onwards. A note of caution: The chisel persists in its vacancy. The hearts of this sculpture's earthly faults pump to the beat of its chipping. It shall remain vacant to prevent further hearts from beating. This sculpture, its likeness, its blood, its sin, its pain, its regret, its scorn, are not released and should not be released. It shall be left to wander its own rock, its stockades carved from sediment marrow. Those once held dear to this sculpture now lie cold as its stone, worms weave throughout their melted visages. This sculpture required blood, it gathered such blood. Fed such blood, gave such blood, loved such blood. A fool, this sculpture was; graciously delivering its own eternal torment, the only just action this sculpture imposed upon the world. 1. DO NOT love it, it had its chance. 2. DO NOT praise it, such cries are long dormant. 3. DO NOT free it, the chisel will merely halt more veins, all to pump more blood. 4. THERE IS NO EXCEPTION. Footnotes 1. "He conquers who conquers himself." |
SCP-5372 | safe | Item#: 5372 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5372. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5372 is accessible to the general public, with Foundation containment efforts focused on obscuring its anomalous nature. All publicly available information relating to SCP-5372 is designed to explain its anomalous properties using accepted science. All Luray Caverns employees working with SCP-5372 have been given this cover story to disseminate to the general public. A series of false control solenoids1 with rubber mallets have been positioned on various stalagmites and stalactites in SCP-5372 chambers to further obscure its anomalous nature. All non-Foundation speleological studies into Luray Caverns are prohibited from researching the cavern containing SCP-5372, as well as any area within 5 meters below this cavern. Description: SCP-5372, publicly known as the Great Stalacpipe Organ, is a lithophone2 located in a 260,000 m3 chamber within Luray Caverns in Virginia. SCP-5372 produces musical tones from the various stalagmites and stalactites within its chamber through anomalous means. While SCP-5372's keys can be played traditionally and produce the expected musical tones, SCP-5372 will automatically begin playing itself at 10 minute intervals. The songs played by SCP-5372 have varied; however, SCP-5372 most commonly plays various compositions from composer Ludwig van Beethoven. These performances typically last an average of 3-4 minutes and contain no inherent anomalous properties. Addendum 5372.1: Discovery SCP-5372 was originally discovered by Foundation Agent Leland Sprinkle in 1956 during an investigation into an unrelated anomaly originating in Luray Caverns. SCP-5372 was incomplete at the time, resulting in the Foundation setting up an observational perimeter around the object. Despite active Foundation observation, the entity responsible for the construction of SCP-5372 was never identified. Upon completion, SCP-5372 began playing, revealing its anomalous features. Further investigation revealed that SCP-5372 was unable to be moved from its position. Due to a combination of the anomaly being low-risk, lacking any hazardous effects, being easy to cover up, and existing in an extremely public location, the O5 council decided to allow the anomaly to exist as public knowledge with the intent of using Luray Cavern tourism as a source of funding. On July 24th, 1956, a small slot was discovered on the back of SCP-5372. Agent Sprinkle was able to open the slot without incident, and the slot was revealed to contain a book of poems and letters written by former Luray resident Edmund Heath3. All the literature contained within is addressed to former Luray resident Alexander Michael. The final letter recorded in the book is believed to reference SCP-5372 and has been transcribed below. For a full transcript of the contents of this book, please contact Dr. Fling. I write this letter to you on our anniversary. This day I will eternally hold above all others, honoring it as I have honored you through our lives. I sit here in our retreat, surrounded by the silent, unjudging darkness that embraced us the way we had embraced one another. It's familiar. A bitter nostalgia that sits on the back of the tongue as if trying to pull out the words to describe an indescribable feeling. I ask myself that one question that has always terrified me. What does it mean to love? To be loved? I feared my whole life that someone would ask me this, knowing I could never answer honestly. Knowing that I would betray and deny you like Paul the Apostle. They would spit upon us, claim we were irredeemable sinners. They would claim I had fallen for a demon come to steal me away from what is righteous and holy. I had always feared somewhere deep down that they were right. But then you held me close, whispering sweet nothings. In this, our blind retreat, I knew someone saw me for me. I no longer feared answering such questions. These small, stolen moments burning into my mind and I dare never give them away. Surely if you had been a demon and this place my hell, then damned be heaven. I admit my love for you has made me selfish in many ways. I forget myself without you, and now I sit here in Hell condemning God for taking you from me. For allowing you to die alone. I will not allow you to be buried alone. If I should be the only one to send you off, then allow me to hum hallelujah as I return you to the Earth. My gift to you, oh love, is an eternal sleep serenaded by the place we so adored. Allow the walls of our secret place of solace to be the lullaby that carries you off to across the moon river as you wait to see what comes next. I too, will wait. Wait for a future where we might be together in the sun, and wait for the time God takes me to be by your side once more. And, should our love have been a crime in His eyes, I pray that I alone am punished for the sin. Wait for me, my love, I'm coming. Addendum 5372.2: Foundation speleological reports performed on January 14th, 1967, revealed that two objects had manifested beneath SCP-5372. Further investigation revealed these objects to be two human skeletons wrapped in an embrace. Aside from their sudden manifestation, they were otherwise non-anomalous and have been left undisturbed. When these objects manifested, SCP-5372 began playing Henry Mancini's "Moon River". Following the conclusion of this performance, a note manifested in SCP-5372's back compartment. The note's contents have been transcribed below. Eternity By Edmund Heath Chilled air, warmed touch Drips of water punctuate tender silence Joy of being seen, fear of being known Dark's embrace, love's embrace All a comfort in sinful escape The eyes of nature on us, unjudging, uncaring Together we stay Intertwined souls forever more Footnotes 1. A type of electromagnet used in lithophones. 2. A musical instrument consisting of a rock or pieces of rock which are struck to produce musical notes. 3. Later investigations revealed Mr. Heath to have been an avid practitioner of thaumaturgy. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5372" by OriTiefling, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5372. 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-5373 | esoteric-class | The following article is a part of the And Every Time We Meet Again storyline. Whilst you can read it on its own, it's highly recommended you read the previous installments to get this article in its fullest. Image Sources: The Site-120 logo used in the header was created by EstrellaYoshte for the purpose of all articles regarding such. Please check out more of their absolutely stellar work here. Name of the file: godel-icon.svg Source: link License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: ItsDenali. 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Unauthorized access is forbidden. 5373 Item#: 5373 Level4 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: gödel Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: notice link to memo ▶ Open Archived Special Containment Procedures ◀ ▼ Close Archived Special Containment Procedures ▼ All Foundation interaction with SCP-5373 for any containment purposes is indefinitely forbidden. Under no circumstances should any action other than monitoring SCP-5373's effect on the outside world be undertaken against it. Site-120 is to send weekly reports regarding SCP-5373's state to Overwatch Command regularly, as it is to serve as the main monitoring organ. Every two weeks, an unarmed exploration squad is to enter SCP-5373, adhering to all local rules it has in order to assess any changes within its society. No further action is necessary nor encouraged. Revised Special Containment Procedures: Following the passing of the vote during the 01/05/1985 summit of the O4 Council, SCP-5373 is under official SCP Foundation blockade. At this time, leaving the anomaly is strictly forbidden. Until PoI-5936 ("Damien Nowak")1 is properly eliminated, the system blocking the escape entries is to be activated for as long as needed. Should the crisis be properly dealt with, the Special Containment Procedures are to revert to their Archived version and this file is to be updated to adhere to this change. Archival Notice: Foundation personnel accessing this file for overview information regarding Esterberg should be reminded that it primarily acts as a file pertaining to Operation Neverland. For exact information regarding the Free Port, please access the attached external file. Description: SCP-5373 is FP-120, a Free Port-type Nexus currently existing within a pocket dimension parallel to the city of Częstochowa, Poland, commonly referred to as "Tysiąclecie Górne" in Polish or "Esterberg" in Fae, acting as the hub of operations for GoI-120 ("Triumviraté").2 One of the five entries into SCP-5373 as seen behind an abandoned factory building in Częstochowa, Poland. Although this area is strictly separated from baseline reality, it is accessible through five main entries from baseline reality, one for each of its districts, connecting these two dimensions together leading into one of its districts. All of them are located throughout the entirety of Częstochowa, Poland, only accessible to individuals knowing the passcodes necessary to pass through each door. Despite the location of these entries and / or said password having been noted to be changed about once a century by Esterberg's rulers, the Foundation had been successfully able to locate them following each shift through the usage of scanner technology and thaumaturgic rituals. Despite mostly acting as a free living space for numerous anomalous races, such as common Fae (Homo sapiens sidhe) or Yeren (Homo sapiens noctis),3 human society is neither a rarity nor an ostracized minority — in fact, the concept of racial discrimination within SCP-5373's boundaries is nearly nonexistent. SCP-5373's area covers around 59 km x 62 km of land (with 10% of that being taken by the actual city and 90% by the outside), with a centralized citizen-run council currently acting as the main ruling organ for the city. The entire city appears to run on a democratic-socialistic system, with the internal government being run by a body known as the "Council of Three," a group comprised of one Fae, one human, and one Child of the Night, chosen from the city council once every four years in a democratic vote among the council, acting as a position similar to that of prime minister and president to the city. Due to SCP-5373's large area, it is inherently divided into five different districts, self-referred by its inhabitants as the Ruling District, the Living District, the Market District, the Sewer District, and the Port District.4 Due to their complexity, refer to the Addenda for further information on each. Discovery and Historical Context: SCP-5373 first came to the Foundation's attention even prior to Site-120's founding in 02/05/1916. During that time, intel from allied minor Groups of Interest revealed the existence of a Free Port within the boundaries of Częstochowa. Following the founding of Provisional Site-120, SCP-5292's discovery (at the time known as PL-X0R38/0124) and the Fae attack that followed, Site-120 had been properly established to watch over the entirety of the Free Port for further action-planning. With the passing of the 1923 "Free Port Protection" League of Nations Act, any plans of containment of SCP-5373 were immediately discontinued to not break the newly established international law. However, due to a loophole allowing for unarmed Foundation research exploration, further study conducted revealed that SCP-5373 is most likely more than 500 years old. Markings found within its oldest building — the Grand Temple located in the Ruling District — suggest that it was originally created as a refugee camp for anomalous during Medieval times during the attacks by the Catholic Church on the the Fae and Children of the Night populations during the Fourth Occult War, caused by an attempt at resurgence by the Fae Empire in the 13th century. Second one of the five entries into SCP-5373 as seen within an abandoned block of flats located within Częstochowa, Poland. Despite SCP-5373's continued existence over the following eras, no major interactions with the human population in any capacity were noted — the only real exception of this rule was the hermetic sealing of the community during the Medieval-era Catholic Church-organized hunts for all that was anomalous, with a focus on individuals possessing thaumaturgic abilities and / or anomalous races. It's believed that this was mainly caused by the fact that almost no representatives of the hunting organizations possessed any knowledge regarding the usage of thaumaturgy; therefore a magical lock on portals leading to SCP-5373 were effectively permanent protection. During 1916, intel of its existence had been acquired by the Foundation — in the light of this information, further actions were almost immediately undertaken, in the end resulting in Site-120's establishment. For more information regarding these events, see file — SCP-5292. In recent years, SCP-5373 has been acting as the main hub for all legal anomalous activity within a majority of central Europe. Being both a Foundation influence-free area as well as a society accepting of thaumaturgy, ontokinetic abilities, and other common anomalies, its population consists of more than 50 000 individuals both living within it on a daily basis as well as visiting. Noteworthy is the fact that despite being relatively up-to-date with modern technology, SCP-5373 has no infrastructure supporting cars,5 and its architecture is heavily non-modern, with a currently untitled mixture of neoclassical, gothic, medieval, and modern architecture dominating within. Due to the relative ease of access to most individuals as well as the fact SCP-5373 is not forbidden to anyone, even Foundation personnel, FP-120 is seen as both a positive phenomenon and a wanted one due to its limitation of any non-controlled anomalous activity within the region — it's currently estimated that due to its existence, at least 100 anomalous events are prevented from being seen by the public on a daily basis. ⚠️ FILE UPDATE — 01/05/1985 — Project Neverland Briefing ⚠️ Following the receival of intel suggesting that the next planned move of PoI-5936 is going to be an exploration mission into SCP-5373 for the purpose of a gathering of his military force consisting of anomalous races, SCP-5890-1 entities,6 and SCP-5795-2 instances, which are able to remotely compromise Foundation databases. Due to this, as well as information suggesting this event will lead to a destruction of the second metaphysical thaumaturgic circle referred to by his followers as a "Seal," in turn progressing his final, currently unknown, plan. To counter this, a planned military operation focused only on the elimination of PoI-5936 and his followers has been launched on 17/05/1985 by the Foundation; logs and details of this operation are available below. Operation details in regards to specific SCP-5373 Districts are marked in the color of blue. Addendum 5373-1: Specific SCP-5373 District Descriptions The entry point into the Sewer District as seen by MTF Theta-120 (portal-entry-enduced visual anomalies removed). The Sewer District: Being the smallest district within all of FP-120, the sewer district acts as the city's main garbage disposal system. Within its boundaries, numerous thaumaturgy-operated burners as well as other machinery to which all pipes and sewage lines are connected, are located. Despite this system however, a large portion of the underground sewer system is either heavily outdated due to its age and repurposed for usage by anomalous races finding the environment it creates to be beneficial. Such modifications range from mass grave / crypt areas,7 tunnel underground black markets, and housing areas for the previously mentioned races to connections to local cave areas. Entry into the Sewer District is available directly through a loose portal located within Częstochowa's sewers, through which the Foundation leads almost all exploration missions into SCP-5373 due to the relative secrecy that location offers. However, due to the loose dimensional boundary enforcement this way of dimensional separation creates, numerous minor anomalous behaviors have been noted to affect the non-SCP-5373 part of the gateway, with the most present one being the feeling of a powerful presence within the Częstochowian sewers. However, as none of these effects is severe enough to affect anything else than the extremely small space that is the connection between Częstochowa and SCP-5373, no action against them was declared necessary. The Sewer District is to act as the starting point to the PoI-5936 Capture Mission, further referred to as "Project Neverland." There, a total of five MTF units are to be dispatched as the beginning to this operation, with their main goal being heading towards the Ruling District, where a Foundation-contacted inside agent is planned to provide more intel information to the squads regarding Nowak's whereabouts; after this occurs, the main focus is on locating the area he resides in and eliminating him. ▶ Open Exploration Log 5373-1 ◀ ▼ Close Exploration Log 5373-1 ▼ Date: 17/05/1985 Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Theta-120 ("Tyrfing Black")8 Subject: SCP-5373, Sewer District Team Lead: Dr. Asheworth Team Members: Dr. Rivera, Cptn. Cornwell Foreword: Due to the relative importance of the video logs gathered from MTF Theta-120, theirs are the only ones currently attached to this file. For a full log of Project Neverland video logs, contact Site-120's General RAISA Chairman, James Moore. [BEGIN LOG] The camera feed connects, revealing a small and tight corridor located within SCP-5373's sewers, with portal-entry-induced visual bugs relatively stabilizing themselves. With a total of five MTF units standing within the murk waters of the location, all of them silently nod to each other and start to walk forward to the end of the tunnel, from which a light is coming. Asheworth: To make sure — we're going with Alpha-2 to Ruling, right? One of the men present within the room turns back to Asheworth, with the thaumaturge snapping his fingers, resulting in a dim light above everyone's head lighting up. Alpha-2-1: Yes. We split up here and re-join near the stairs to the Grand Temple. Everyone else asserts the situation. Alpha-2-1 pauses for a second. Alpha-2-1: If you see or hear anything weird, report through the radio. Asheworth: Roger. The four other teams quickly head for the exit, with the three remaining individuals stay for a moment. Rivera: Stop. Asheworth turns back to look at Rivera. Asheworth: Hm? Rivera: We should go right. Cornwell: The instructions we were given clearly state we should go left. There we'll meet up with Nine and— Rivera: Left will get us there quicker. Cornwell: Wh… how do you know this? Rivera: I don't know, I just… Rivera touches her forehead, starting to gently massage it. Rivera: I just know. She pauses for a second. Rivera: Look, ever since I've awoken reality-bending within me during our time in 5795, things have been… different, alright? I… I don't fully understand, but— Asheworth: It's okay. All pause for a moment. Cornwell: A mage and a reality bender leading a Site dealing with mages and reality benders. Heh. Cornwell chuckles nervously. Asheworth: <sigh> Not the time. Cornwell: Sorry. Rivera: Let's just go. As Rivera starts to walk left, the team follows. Shortly after, the camera reveals a long corridor, populated with numerous market stands, lanterns hanging from the ceiling, and doors and windows leading into living spaces near them, all located within the sewer despite its everpresent wetness. At the end of the tunnel, there is light. Cornwell: Ew. Coming close to the local market stands, a widely smiling SCP-1000 instance appears from behind one of them. The entity approaches the team with a small bag filled with unidentified items in its hands. The entity: <in a thick accent>: Hello there, fellow humans. <chuckle> Would you possibly like to— Cornwell: <Backing off a little>: Oh Jesus, I— <Cornwell points his gun at the entity> S-stay back! The entity's expression changes to shock. Shortly, after it quickly runs away. Rivera: What the fuck, Jeremy? Cornwell: What? Rivera: What "what?" You exactly know what. Why the fuck did you do that? Cornwell: Do what? Rivera: Do that to that goddamned 1000. He didn't even— Cornwell: Not my fault I naturally feel afraid of th— Rivera scoffs. Rivera: Are you even listening to what— Asheworth: Shut up. Both stop fighting, turning their heads towards Asheworth. Cornwell: If this is your attempt at— Asheworth: I said, shut up. Rivera: What's going on? Asheworth: He is somewhere here. Cornwell: Huh? Asheworth: I can sense him. Rivera: Are you sure you're fine? Last time you were like this you were obss— Asheworth: Yes, I'm fine. I've given up on my past a long time ago. Asheworth pauses for a second. Asheworth: All I care about now is making sure this piece of shit doesn't hurt anyone else. The feed is turned off as the team enters out of the sewers. [END LOG] A section of one of the smaller temples located within the Ruling District. The Ruling District: Despite its extreme size, the Ruling District doesn't house as many buildings as it would be expected to — in fact, most of its area is covered by large administrative buildings, the main parliament housing the city council and the Council of Three, houses of individuals bearing rule over the city, and its religious buildings — with the oldest and the largest of them being the Grand Temple, which acts as the main housing unit for SCP-5373's thaumaturgic and theological activities. Due to the buildings it houses, most of the Ruling District's area is severely renovated above any other area within the city. Being the oldest part of the city as suggested by prior scans, the Ruling District possesses by far the highest rankings of Akiva radiation out of the entire city, with the focus point of this radiation being the Grand Temple, which is also the oldest building within the entire city. It's theorized that this is mainly caused by the sheer amount of religious activity it houses every day due to its size — however, this doesn't explain why energy amounts similar to those excreted by dietic entities are mainly focused on underground parts of the facility. Due to the relatively rich population of the Ruling District, a relatively large portion of its buildings are directly owned by large Groups of Interest, with the main players within this area being Marshall, Carter & Darke, which possesses an official auctionhouse within the district and the Global Occult Coalition with its own office and a patrolling force. Additionally, numerous cults and smaller religious organizations such as the Church of the Broken God, the Serpent's Hand, with a direct portal to the Wanderers' Library in one of its buildings, singular believers of Sarkicism, and a small but formidable cult of individuals worshiping an unknown deity known as "Father" have been found within the numerous minor chapels and religious buildings the Ruling District offers. Following their escape from the Sewer District, Project Neverland exploration teams are to head into the direction of the Grand Temple, where they are to meet the Foundation's inside agents, from whom they are to collect information regarding Nowak's whereabouts (this information wasn't forwarded prior due to the chance of compromisation this offer would hold for the agents). After this exchange is done, the team is to act accordingly to the information provided with the goal of capturing PoI-5936 in mind. ▶ Open Exploration Log 5373-2 ◀ ▼ Close Exploration Log 5373-2 ▼ [BEGIN LOG] The feed reconnects, revealing the prior exploration team walking up pearl-white stairs leading to a large temple building located atop it. On the cover of the large opened stone doors leading to the building's interiors, numerous highly detailed pictographs of humanoid entities being worshiped can be seen, covering almost all of the doors' area. Within the walls around them, tall pillars as well as detailed decorations can be seen, with a large, curvy-lettered sign sitting atop the entry. Asheworth: "Show repentance, mortals, for you are entering the house of gods." That's… one cheesy way to put it. Cornwell: What? Asheworth: <pointing towards the sign:> That's what it says. In Fae, I mean. Asheworth chuckles nervously, proceeding to walk up faster; Rivera and Cornwell quickly catch up, a moment later standing near the entry to the building. From within, a silent whistle can be heard, immediately alarming Rivera. Rivera: That's our sign. Let's go. The team enters into the building through the large doors, revealing a gigantic hall with a ceiling held up by numerous pillars scattered throughout the room. Along its walls, numerous large mosaics with Fae descriptions can be seen, all showing a large humanoid entity — however, the details of them remain mostly unknown due to the distance between the team and the pictures. In the background, a large altar with an extremely large mosaic, covering almost all of the wall, can be seen. The painting showcases a large field among which numerous entities stand. Among them, a large stag, a large, pale humanoid, a man carrying a sword of pure light, a Child of the Night walking with a cane in his hand, large tree, and a mass of flesh with eyes can be seen located on its left, with the destroyed images of two Fae wearing crowns, crowned humanoid painted crimson, a mass of gears and metal, as well as a large serpent encompassing all of these entities on the right. In the center, a featureless humanoid entity is standing, visibly above all others; the material previously used to make it up seems to be destroyed, purposefully leaving only its silhouette visible. Above it, red tendril-like appendages coming from the top of the mosaic can be seen. Cornwell: Woah. As the entire team looks around in disbelief, two members of other dispatched MTFs approach them from their right, showing them to come closer. Doing so, Theta-120 slowly uncovers the area within which the wall mosaics are seen. Alpha-2-1: You good? Asheworth: Yes. All's fine. The rest? Alpha-2-1: Omega, Beta, and Gamma are guarding the outsides. We really don't want anyone to know we're here for the info. Cornwell: But, uh, we didn't see them anywhere? Alpha-2-1: That just means they're doing their job. All pause for a second. Alpha-2-1: <pointing towards the rest of the team located near the altar:> Our correspondent said they'll only accept us to pass on the info, meaning you'll have to wait here. Won't take longer than a couple of minutes. The man joins the rest of his team near the altar, near which a hooded entity can be seen. They start to engage in a silent conversation. As neither of Theta-120 members have anything else to do, Asheworth and Rivera start to investigate the wall mosaics present near them — Cornwell appears to not be interested with them, as he sits down in one of the wall cavities and starts to clear his gun. Rivera: And what on earth are those? Asheworth: Well, they are murals, I suppose. Rivera rolls her eyes and sighs. Rivera: No shit. The duo comes closer, revealing the entire wall is separated into 5 identically-sized panels, located within shallow cavities and with small descriptions in Fae located beneath them. Asheworth turns back, looking at the other side of the wall — there, an identical mirroring of the location can be seen. Asheworth: "I. The left-behind kingdom." He looks up, showing a mural showcasing a large, blue, featureless humanoid entity located in the center of the image, sitting atop a throne. Around it, numerous smaller blue humanoids can be seen, kneeling near it. In the background, a large, luminous, red mass with tentacle-like appendages can be seen. It doesn't touch any of the other entities present in the painting. Rivera: <pointing at the red mass:> Is that… Yaldabaoth? Asheworth: It's too transparent and… ghostly, I think? Never seen any representation of it before. The two slowly move to the left, showing the next panel. Asheworth: "II. The deal." The second panel showcases the tall blue humanoid, kneeling under the red mass. Within the humanoid's hands, numerous smaller blue humanoids can be seen, each being presented to the red entity. From one of the apendeges of the red entity, unidentified items can be seen; behind it, a number of small red humanoids equivalent to that of the offered blue ones are present. Rivera: So someone… dealt with something, in exchange for people, getting what in return, exactly? Asheworth: Technology, I imagine. Or at least some material wealth. No idea. Shrugging, he proceeds to the next image, which showcases two visibly divided parts — the top one, within which the red mass with numerous parts of it covered in holes, numerous unidentified items from the last panel, as well as a number of red humanoids identical to the one of the blue ones from panel one can be seen. Separated from the bottom panel with a black line, within the down portion, the tall blue humanoid can be seen, in visible stress, with parts of its body missing. Despite this divide and most of the red mass being located atop the panel, a slight red appendage penetrating this wall can be seen. Asheworth: "III. The escape." Rivera: They fought, I imagine? Asheworth: Probably. Ended in the blue one running away from whatever its home was. Rivera: Why though? Asheworth points at the red humanoids. Asheworth: The red one probably overpowered the blue one by sheer numbers. Too many deals to do anyone good, I guess. Proceeding to the fourth panel, the team reveals an open plain, with the tall humanoid present in its center — from its hands, plants and two small entities looking similar to humans can be seen emerging. Within the blue entity's eyes, a slight red light can be seen. Asheworth: "IV. The creation of life." Eugh. Seen and heard too many world-creation stories. Sick of them. Rivera: Agreed. The fifth mural showcases five smaller circles located around the entity — the tall humanoid has parts of its body missing, with one of its eyes burning with a red light, sand its visibly connected to the five circles, with parts of its body present within them. One of these circles is slightly damaged. Asheworth: "V. Imprisonment.." Rivera: So it… put itself in a prison? Why? Asheworth: The red one somehow penetrated the barrier and got to it. Wanted to lock itself with red so it won't destroy everything again, I suppose. Rivera: <proceeding after a short pause:> What does all of this mean? Asheworth: <rolling his eyes and chuckling nervously:> Nothing. Weird religious bullshit, I guess. Wouldn't give my head to the imagination of a weird sculpturer from hundreds of years ago. Rivera: I guess you're right. As they both stop talking, suddenly, all three members of Alpha-2 can be seen rushing towards them, visibly stressed. The hooded entity is nowhere to be seen. Alpha-2-1: <sigh> It's becoming a goddamned catchphrase during this entire case, isn't it? Rivera: What's going on? Alpha-2-1 speeds up his walk, quickly showing near the exist. Alpha-2-1: We're already too late. [END LOG] The lake directly visible from the Port District. Notice the lack of any visible shoreline. The Port District: Despite its name, the Port District's actual port hasn't been the center of the attention it gets for a long time — that title inherently belongs to the storehouses the sector houses, used by numerous suppliers within the city, especially for establishments located within the Living District and the Market District. Due to boats becoming more of an obsolete movement method as well as the closing of all river-based entries into SCP-5373 within the couple last centuries, the actual port is now more of a decoration / tourist attraction rather than a functioning trade center; though boats still roam the waters of the foggy lake, Lake Arlande, connected to the harbor, trade through this method is almost nonexistent. Despite being mostly populated by large warehouses as well as markets from the Market District, numerous other buildings, including houses, still do exist within the Port District's area — the biggest landmark being the gigantic lighthouse located on the shores of Lake Arlande. The building, being powered by a thaumaturgic flame, permanently exhorts a large pillar of light, regularly patrolling the harbor. Despite no real need for this, a local legend attributing the flame's wealth to the wealth of the city exists; no correlation has ever been noted, but Esterbergians keep the flame permanently alive as a visible tradition. After the information exchange within the Ruling District will become successful, Project Neverland personnel are to head within the location within which PoI-5936 is planned to locate himself, in the process adhering to as many safety rules as possible — not being detected by the target prior to engagement is top priority. During the relocation process, all individuals involved are to keep an eye out for any irregularities within SCP-5373's terrain, with structures such as thaumaturgic glyphs, runes, totems or any other items possibly used for the completion of a ritual being items they are to look for the most. All such irregularities are to be immediately destroyed with specific instructions being given out by local mission thaumaturges. ▶ Open Exploration Log 5373-3 ◀ ▼ Close Exploration Log 5373-3 ▼ [BEGIN LOG] Entering into the large opening from which the port can be seen, the entire team can be seen quickly moving up the road leading uphill towards the Living District. Despite the normal traffic, the location would offer, almost no one can be seen around them. Passing near houses, doors, and windows seem to be shut along the team's walk path. Asheworth: So what the fuck is even going on?! Alpha-2-1: <panting:> I… Nowak's here. Already. Alpha-2-1 speeds up. Alpha-2-1: He's in the Market District with everyone. Asheworth: Everyone? Alpha-2-1: Everyone. His monsters and the monsters that live here. Rivera: H-how is that possible? No scanners of ours detected anything, even today— Alpha-2-1: I don't know. The priest told me something within everyone called them to the market. Whatever the fuck that means. Asheworth frowns, starting to run. Rivera quickly catches up, visibly panting and tired. Rivera: D-do you… know anything… about what that… means? Asheworth: I… yes, I do. There's a legend he used to tell us when new people joined. Rivera: Joined what? Asheworth: <rolling his eyes:> The cult, Rivera. It's not that hard to think out. Asheworth cracks his fingers, with the runes on his gloves starting to dimly lit themselves up. Asheworth: He used to tell us we are, on a fundamental level, the same — that there is something within us that made us the same. Rivera: The fuck does that… m-mean? Asheworth: I don't know. I'm just afraid he used whatever that is to call all of them there. The team approaches a thin alleyway, blocked by numerous crates and chests, blocking entry. On them, a large red rune can be seen. Asheworth: Fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck, fuck! Asheworth backs off, snapping his fingers and whistling quietly. The crates suddenly engulf themselves in flame as the area around the thaumaturge's eyes starts to slightly wither. Rivera: I… What—? Asheworth: It meant sacrifice. He's ready to open another one of his seals. Here, now… Rivera: Oh Jesus. The two run out of the alleyway, finding a way around it — this time, they're visibly closer to the hill housing the Market District than before. Asheworth: …and he's ready to sacrifice the entire city to do it. Asheworth suddenly stops. As he does so, Cornwell catches up to them, catching his breath. Cornwell: And what the fuck are you doing?! Asheworth starts to kneel, closing his eyes, and touching the ground. Asheworth: Run. Get his pets and mages before they can finish the ritual. I'll catch up. Rivera: What?! Why?! Asheworth: <quietly;> I'll put a failsafe up for when you inevitably fail. Cornwell: I— Asheworth: I said — go! The two start to run, heading up the hill. Doing so, they reveal a large opening near the buildings, from which the Great Market can be seen overlapping with the living district down below — there, an extreme amount of individuals, both anomalous race-wise and nonanomalous, can be seen. Due to the distance however, their details cannot be made out. From within the mass, a loud speech can be heard — similarly, no details can be heard. Rivera: Shit, shit, shit! Rivera picks up her communication device, quickly putting it to her ear. Rivera: Command? No response is given. Rivera: Command?! Do you copy? She gently slaps the device a couple times, to no result. Rivera: Alpha-2?! Beta?! Where the fuck is any— Cornwell approaches her, touching her shoulder. He slowly points towards the sky above the Great Market. Cornwell: L-look. Said sky rapidly changes into a large circle, quickly expanding with each second — with this expansion, numerous other details, such as thaumaturgic details within it can be found. Rivera: Oh no. No no no no no. Rivera backs off a little, in result falling to her knees. Standing up, she looks backwards. Rivera: Oh Jesus. Cornwell: Wh— oh. Cornwell looks backwards, from which a large wall made out of flame can be seen expanding around the entire Living and Market District from where Asheworth should be located. The barrier is around 4 meters tall and 2 meters thick, with no signs of spreading beyond its area being seen. Cornwell: Has he lost his mind?! Rivera: He… he didn't bluff. Jesus Christ. Both pause for a second, catching their breath. Rivera: So… what the hell do we do? Cornwell: We can't go back, or that psycho will burn us to death with his insane barrier… Rivera: …but if we go forward, another one will murder us, this time intentionally. Rivera sighs. Rivera: Let's end this here, once and for all. She steps forward, reading her gun. Rivera: For the better of everyone. As they charge down into the crowd of people located in the market, the feed suddenly disconnects as the shouting from the area gets louder. [END LOG] A part of the Living District as photographed by off-duty Site-120 personnel. The Living District: Being the main center of the entire populace of SCP-5373, the Living District is the largest area within all of FP-120. Despite being mostly filled with houses and buildings built with similar purposes, the district possesses numerous buildings commonly found within urban areas, such as shops, restaurants, and small businesses. Due to this as well as the large clientele the area offers, numerous smaller Groups of Interest were noted to open their locals within, with the most active players being Wilson's Wildlife Solutions with an active shelter for stray animals titled "Wilson's Esterberg Center" and Ambrose Restaurants, with numerous smaller sub-instances located within. Surprisingly, Ambrose does not possess any subinstances outside of the Living District — the reasons for this remain unknown. Despite being an active nexus for anomalous inhabitants, it's been noted that numerous portals appear to lead out of parts of the area, connecting areas inhabited by anomalous races spread across Poland to this area; examples of such include SCP-1000 habitats within the Podlasian Voivodeship, Fae habitats in the Wielkopolska areas, and Finfolk housings near the Baltic Sea. Though initially entirely separate, due to the ever-increasing amount of residents requiring vital products on a daily basis, the Living District and the Market District partially overlap, resulting in a large area of the Great Market existing partially within the latter. During the search for PoI-5936 following the inquiry of vital information regarding his whereabouts, Project Neverland personnel are to be especially worried about potential threats coming from within SCP-5373 inhabitants — as seen from prior interactions, Damien Nowak possesses an inherent ability to turn normally neutral parties against the Foundation; with FP-120 possessing numerous potentially dangerous races as well as the Living District's large amount of inhabitants, special caution is to be shown during the operation. ▶ Open Exploration Log 5373-4 ◀ ▼ Close Exploration Log 5373-4 ▼ [BEGIN LOG] The feed reconnects, revealing Rivera and Cornwell standing in a large, densly-packed crowd standing around a large open area, filled to the brim with a mix of humans, Children of the Night, Fae, and other anomalous races. All of them are focused on a large platform located in the center of this market, upon which approximately 20 individuals can be seen. One of them, identifiable as PoI-5936, is visibly the center of the attention. Rivera, holding a gun in her hand, looks around the entire area, scouting around its perimeter. Though initially not noticing anything, she quickly notices four Project Neverland MTF squads standing within entry alleyways into the market — they establish eye contact with her, nodding in the process. Just as she is about to turn her focus back at the man standing atop the platform, for a moment, she notices a man wearing a red tuxedo and a hat standing near the edge of her vision, quickly disappearing into the crowd around him. She disregards it as an illusion and focuses on Nowak. Nowak: —ever. For years, all they have done is cause suffering towards everyone they deem "anomalous." Am I wrong? The crowd cheers. Above them in the sky, a large, red, thaumaturgic circle can be seen growing, with dim, red light appearing near the eyes of individuals standing in the crowd. They do not notice it. Nowak: And even after all of this, do you still really believe they won't double down? They rooted your natural habitats out, they burned your forests, and they murdered your families — do you genuinely think they won't destroy this heaven you've built yourself here, after all they've done? Nowak turns around, kneeling on the ground with one knee and starting to draw a circle around himself using chalk. Similarly, the men around him start to do the same. As Rivera attempts to walk closer to Cornwell, her messaging device suddenly starts to buzz aggressively. Asheworth: <inaudible> —let him finish. I repeat — do not <inaudible>! Rivera taps the device numerous times, putting it next to her ear. Rivera: What?! I can't hear you?! Asheworth: I've put the barrier all around Living and Market Di— <inaudible>; I'm currently near you from your <inaudible>. Rivera: But what were you saying the first time?! Asheworth: I said do not let him finish the ri<inaudible>ual! I decoded the signs and it literally means "to sacrifice rage;" he <inaudible> to rally them up and then literally consume their rage <inaudible> a vector to break the second Seal, I— <inaudible> Silence for several seconds. Rivera: Asheworth? Asheworth?! Asheworth: I repeat — do not let him finish the ri<inaudible>! It will most likely destroy all of Es<inaudible>; even if you have to result to violence, do— <inaudible>. Further contact cannot be established. Rivera walks away from the crowd, connecting into the channel linking to the other MTFs. Rivera: Command, do you read? Response Channel: Yes, but there are dis<inaudible>tions, we— <inaudible> Rivera: Did you hear what Asheworth said? Response Channel: Yes, do not comply. We will be there— <inaudible> Nowak: It is high time we take back what is rightfully ours, friends! With the power of Father we will gain after letting him out of his prison, breaking the Five Chains guarding him, we will be free! Nowak pauses for a second. Nowak: Join me, friends, as we take back your forests. your bogs, your seas, and your hills! Join me, as we take it back with the power of the God that made us all the way we are! Join me, as we do it together, with no divides, no Foundations, no prisons, and no wars! Scream, my friends, for we will be free! The crowd screams with applause, and Nowak bows at the scene. With each increase in the sound of the roar, the circle above the crowd grows, encompassing almost the entire sky around the Living District. Unknown voice: New orders. Engage with PoI-5936 under any circumstance, even through force. Do not let the ritual be finished, even if you have to murder these people in return. Rivera: W-What? Unknown voice: Direct order from O5-9. Rivera: What does that mean? No response is given. Rivera: What does that mean?! Response Channel: I'm sorry, friends. The response channel turns off, showing only static. As red, luminescent light starts glowing from each of the members of the crowd into the circle, all MTF units surrounding the market walk down into the crowd. The circle abruptly explodes, releasing red mist everywhere in sight — due to this, Rivera's vision is visibly obstructed. From her left, screams begin to be heard as a fire starts to take over the buildings around her. She glances at the stage, only to see Nowak quickly running away into the block surrounding the location around the area. As the crowd starts to run away from the direction from which the MTF units engaged, Cornwell gets pushed into the direction it's walking in. Suddenly, Asheworth runs into Rivera from the back, grabbing her by the shoulders. Asheworth: What… the.. fuck is going on?! Rivera: I… I don't… I don't— Asheworth: Grab a hold of yourself, for fuck's sake! What's going on?! Rivera: O5-9 suddenly ordered military engagement with the area, wanting only to capture Nowa— Asheworth looks around, noticing the squads coming from the left. From within their eyes, highly dense red light can be seen. Asheworth: Oh Jesus. Oh no. Rivera: Wha— Asheworth: It was all true. We need to get away from here. Rivera: What was true?! Asheworth: The murals, the— everything! We need to get him, now! I understand everything now, it's— Asheworth notices Nowak running into one of the buildings, which appears to catch fire from the ones surrounding it. As the fog falls down upon the city, more and more screams can be heard. Asheworth: We end this, here and now. Asheworth grabs Rivera by her hand and takes her into the flaming building within which Nowak is located. The feed disconnects. [END LOG] The intersection sector between SCP-5373's Market District and the Port District. The Market District: Being the center of all trade within SCP-5373, the Market District consists mainly of an extremely large open area referred to as the Grand Market, which in turn consists almost entirely of markets, shops, and other commercial buildings. Despite the fact that almost the entire district is populated by this area, smaller agglomerations of housing units still exist, though noticeably smaller. Due to the overlap between both areas, with each year of their existence, both have been noted to lose their distinct borders more and more, with each year fusing into each other. Should any previously unaccounted for events disrupt Project Neverland, personnel are to be reminded that the Market District is an area within which they can take cover — due to the almost nonexistent authority patrols and the existence of an easy connection to the Sewer District, the possibility of seeking refuge within this area has been noted to be extremely easy. Paired with the fact that personnel trained with opening dimensional rifts will find such activity greatly easier due to the relative dimensional instability the region offers, the area can act as a perfect failsafe in case of an emergency. ▶ Open Exploration Log 5373-5 ◀ ▼ Close Exploration Log 5373-5 ▼ [BEGIN LOG] Rivera is standing in the living room of a burning building, breathing quickly. Her left hand is located in the air, near which Asheworth levitates slightly above the ground, unable to move. Around him, a purple transparent bubble can be seen. His right arm is bleeding, and he is breathing heavily. Rivera's eyes are burning with a bright, purple light, with the woman being visibly tired. Her right hand is holding a pistol, pointed at Nowak, who is holding his knee in an expression of pain. From within the pistol, smoke is coming out. Rivera: Explain yourself. Nowak: W-What? Rivera: During that speech, I heard some reason within your voice. You have two minutes to explain yourself and your actions, here and now. Nowak: I, I don't— Rivera: Why? Just… why are you doing all of this? Nowak looks angrily at her, crawling slightly back. he touches the ground with his right hand. Nowak: Exactly why you heard me back there. You take everything from everyone. I will take it back for them, even if I had to do it through awakening gods. That's what Heaven is, at its core. I— Asheworth: Liar! Nowak: Oh, can you just shut up? You've already proven how faithful you are all those years ago, and I— Asheworth: You dare to tell me— Rivera: Can the both of you just shut the fuck up?! Just tell me what on earth happened between you, or I fucking swear to god I will end this here and now! She gasps violently, hissing in an expression of pain. Asheworth: Years ago, I was a part of his cult. I believed his cause, blinded by his words like an utter idiot… Asheworth pauses. Asheworth: I rose through the ranks quickly and with relative ease, eventually ending up as one of the leaders of it, even finding love in one of my friends. Natalie. Her name was Natalie. Asheworth sighs, scratching his eye in the process. Asheworth: Then, one night, he discovered something. Something so big we needed to execute the ritual to do it immediately. Ignoring everything else. Nowak: That night, I found Father. He spoke to me, telling me to contact him in any way possible. He told me he'll help us. And so I did. I initiated a portal through which we could speak normally. And then he and his little lover tried to murder me, betraying everything we— Asheworth: What?! You dare to tell me I attacked you?! After being the conduit for the goddamned ritual, you tried to murder me! I survived solely because… because, she… she— Nowak: Yes, because I killed her! You and her wanted to kill everyone there, trying to end everything we worked so hard to accomplish, I— Asheworth: No! With two moves of his hands, Asheworth breaks from the bubble, materializing a flame within his hand. He rushed to Nowak, but is immediately stopped by another invisible wall. Rivera screams, trying to hold him back. Rivera: No! Stop! I— Asheworth screams, charging at the other man, snapping his fingers. The flame around his fingers moves quickly, attempting to locate Nowak, which violently dashes backward in an attempt to dodge the attack. Doing so, the floor beneath him collapses, revealing a large, orange circle, which entirely consumes Nowak. He grins angrily, and looks at Asheworth. Nowak: Two seals down, three to go. As the portal closes, Rivera falls to the ground, unable to sustain Asheworth's prison any longer. She holds her head in her hands and starts to weep. The thaumaturge falls on the floor, quickly standing up. Rivera: I.. I'm.. I'm sorry, I… I tried, I wanted to… I… he sounded reasonable, I just… he escaped, again and I… I… Asheworth: It's… <sigh> It's okay. I don't fault you for wanting to see good in people. He comes near her, trying hugging her in the process. Asheworth: But I will say this — I assure you this will be the last time he will ever escape. Rivera looks directly into Asheworth's face. Rivera: W-What? Why? Asheworth: Because this time, I know where he's going. [END LOG] ▶ Open Footnotes ◀ ▼ Close Footnotes ▼ Footnotes 1. A dangerous, rogue thaumaturgic terrorist, leader of an anti-Foundation group known as "the Children," actively attempting to destroy it, and the main operation force behind the planned activation of five ritual sites, the first one being that in SCP-5936, with an unknown purpose. Responsible for the creation of at least 3 other anomalies documented by the Foundation. 2. GoI-120, Fae for "we will prevail;" a large-scale organized Fae terrorist group, focused on reclaiming its supposed territory back from humanity; full report pending. 3. With a population graph showing approximately 40% / 30% / 30% for Fae, Yeren, and other races respectively. 4. Though the area outside of SCP-5373 does not possess any sea connections, the Port District does — it is currently theorized that this internal sea system connects to the river of Warta outside of the pocket dimension. 5. But possesses one for trams. 6. Which, due to their containment breach, possess knowledge of the Foundation's inner workings as well as numerous other SCP files within its database. 7. With one of such possessing an extremely deep tunnel with an internal temperature of over 120°C, anomalously not spreading outside its boundaries; due to this property, where it leads remains unknown. 8. A three-man Mobile Task Force consisting of the main research group of the The Damien Nowak case; despite their relatively high rankings within the Foundation — these being the Site Director statuses of Jessie Rivera and Daniel Asheworth and the Chief of Security status of Jeremy Cornwell — the team was decided to be a valuable field resource due to their high knowledge of PoI-5936. 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SCP-5374 | keter | close Info X SCP-5374: Allen Grey Author: CrystalMonarch More by this author Item #: SCP-5374 Level 2/5374 Classified SCP-5374’s farm. Special Containment Procedures: Embedded Foundation assets are to surveil all large astronomy organisations and prevent them from detecting SCP-5374 or SCP-5374-1. The Interstellar Anomaly Unit (IAU) is to monitor SCP-5374 directly for any changes in behaviour patterns that may indicate a need for additional containment procedures. All remaining cows on the property owned by Farmer Grey’s All Natural Cattle Co are currently being investigated for evidence of anomalous properties. Description: SCP-5374 is a 1.14 meter tall, grey skinned, hairless humanoid with large black eyes and no visible nose or ears. The origin of this entity is currently unknown, but it is fully sapient and has access to advanced anomalous technology in the form of SCP-5374-1. Prior to containment, it owned and operated Farmer Grey’s All Natural Cattle Co under the alias ‘Allen Grey’. SCP-5374-1 is a spacecraft approximately 26 meters in diameter that is capable of both atmospheric flight and travel through hard vacuum. It is disc shaped, with a raised dome in the centre and a cannon-like mechanism on the base. This mechanism is capable of emitting directed beams of light that can disintegrate solid matter. SCP-5374-1 is invisible to radar and all other known means of detection except direct visual identification. SCP-5374-1 was active across the mainland USA from June 2016 until it was contained by the Foundation on 13/01/2017. It has proven difficult to distinguish reports of genuine sightings of SCP-5374-1 from the large quantity of false UFO reports received across the USA each year1 and as such, the following log consists only of sightings that can be linked to suspected or known SCP-5374 activity. Log of Notable SCP-5374-1 sightings Sighting Event Notes 24/06/16 A sighting matching SCP-5374-1’s description was reported in Haskell County Texas. 3 cows were discovered missing from a Haskell County farm2. First known SCP-5374-1 sighting. 27/07/16 Several crop circles were identified in multiple farms across Nebraska, along with multiple sightings of SCP-5374-1. All crop circles were in the shape of words, notably including ‘arsehole’, ‘bastards’ and ‘pillocks’. This event was attributed to local pranksters at the time, but is now considered SCP-5374 related. 03/08/16 A large explosion occurred in a farm in Kansas, which was later discovered to be SCP-5665 related. One eyewitness reported a craft matching SCP-5374-1’s description travelling away from the scene emitting large quantities of black smoke. Indicates SCP-5374-1 may be vulnerable to explosive ordnance. 10/11/16 A farm security guard witnessed SCP-5374 attempting to corral several cows into SCP-5374-1. When he confronted SCP-5374, it produced a device described as resembling a ‘ray gun’ and threatened the guard with disintegration, before escaping aboard SCP-5374-1. The device was recovered from the scene by local police and found to be a non-anomalous children’s toy. 12/12/16 The CEOs of Tyson Foods, Cargill Meat Solutions and Conagra Brands were abducted by SCP-5374 and taken to an area they described as a ‘barren alien planet’. Once there, they were threatened with disintegration if their companies continued to export beef and beef related products to the UK. Shortly afterwards, they were found naked in a cattle field in southern California. The abducted CEOs were interrogated, amnesticised and returned to their homes. Based on geographical descriptions and analysis of mineral residue found on their persons, the location they were transported to was determined to be Trefil Quarry, Wales. This event alerted the Foundation to SCP-5374, and investigation revealed numerous previous instances of cow related SCP-5374 activity. 13/01/17 After becoming aware of SCP-5374, Foundation optical satellites were redirected to monitor multiple large cattle farms in the mainland USA. On 13/01/17 SCP-5374-1 was sighted and satellites were able to track it to its location of origin. SCP-5374 was discovered to reside in a small farmhouse in rural Yorkshire, United Kingdom. Recovery Log-5374 On the evening of 14/01/17, remote surveillance identified that SCP-5374 was present within the farmhouse, and SCP-5374-1 was located in a nearby barn. A raid by a team of Agents from Site-109 was conducted and SCP-5374 was taken into containment, along with SCP-5374-1. Notably, it was not wearing the silver spacesuit that it had been described as wearing in all previous encounters, and instead wore conventional human clothing, including a tweed jacket and flat cap. The residence and surrounding area were searched and no anomalous technology was discovered, other than SCP-5374-1 itself. The contents of the house were unremarkable, with the exception of a large collection of classic films, predominantly science fiction from the 1950s and 1960s. SCP-5374 Interview Transcript Date: 14/01/17 Interviewed: SCP-5374 Interviewer: Paul Sedgewick3 Foreword: This interview was conducted shortly after SCP-5374 was initially contained, in Interview Room 3, Sublevel 2 of Site-109. As a standard precaution taken with all unknown entities, SCP-5374 was separated from Officer Sedgewick by a reinforced transparent barrier. <BEGIN LOG> Sedgewick: I have some questions I need you to answer. If you co-operate, this will go much easier for you and accommodations can be made to make your time here more comfortable. SCP-5374: You can shove your questions up yer arse lad, I’ve done nought that’s illegal and this is a violation of my ruddy civil liberties! Sedgewick: Sir, I am going to have to ask you to calm down or you’ll be left in the cell again until you’re ready to talk. Please tell me what exactly you are and where you originally came from. SCP-5374: That’s a bloody rude question lad. I’m a Yorkshire man, born and bred, named Allen Grey after me da. Sedgewick: I see. Mr Grey, are you aware that you appear to be non-human? SCP-5374: I have a skin condition. Sedgewick: Your grey colouration and, ah, unusual features and proportions, are all due to a skin condition? SCP-5374: That’s right. Sedgewick: And what skin condition is that exactly? SCP-5374: That’s my personal medical information and I’ll be keeping it private, thank you very much. Shouldn’t I be allowed a lawyer? Or have the bloody Tories done away with our human rights altogether? Sedgewick: You don’t need a lawyer Mr Grey, just answer the questions. How do you explain the anomalous aircraft in your possession? SCP-5374: Well, it’s a flying saucer, isn’t it? Thought that would be obvious from lookin at it. Sedgewick: And how did you come to possess this ‘flying saucer’? SCP-5374: I’ve always been a bit of a tinkerer me, and had this ol’ John Deere4 that I was workin’ on. I started tweaking and one thing led to t’other and next thing you know, there it was! Sedgewick: I’m sorry Mr Grey, but I find that very hard to believe. SCP-5374: Well it’s the truth! I’m an honest man I am. And I’ve not done nought wrong, so if you don’t let me out of here, Mr Segerton, I’ll be calling my MP and kicking up a right fuss. Sedgewick: It’s Sedgewick. Now, let’s talk about the cow thefts. SCP-5374: Oh. You uh, you know about those. Sedgewick: Yes we do, Mr Grey. At least thirty-eight cows stolen over the last six months. We’ve found a good dozen of them on your property and we have financial analysts looking through your company’s accounts to trace the rest. And that’s before getting into the large scale vandalism and kidnapping charges. SCP-5374: Alright fine, I stole a couple cows. But I’ll tell you this, those big American corporations have been flooding Britain with cheap, low quality, hormone addled beef as long as I’ve been workin. And when this damn idiot country voted for Brexit, I knew t’was only going to get worse, no matter what Farmers Weekly5 says. So yes, I might have got a tad upset and acted rash, but them cows had a better life with me. I’m no softie, I send my cows to slaughter same as any farmer. But I treat my animals with respect, while they treat theirs like cogs in a profit machine and treat their workers near as bad. You tell me who the real criminal is, Mr Sadwig. Sedgewick: It’s Sedgewick. And we’re far more interested in your anomalous technology than we are in your crimes. In fact, if you tell us how to access your ‘flying saucer’, we’ll be able to make things a lot easier for you. SCP-5374: You’re not messing with me saucer, are you? That’s very dangerous, could cause a lot of problems. Look son, I’ll pay a fine if I have to, just let me out of here so I can tend to t’herd. Sedgewick: I’m sorry Mr Grey, but you’re not going anywhere. Quite aside from your crimes, your very presence in public life is a threat to normalcy. You will remain here in containment, and how comfortable that containment is will depend strongly on how co-operative you are. Now, if you tell me how your vehicle operates I can avoid having my colleagues use explosive charges to gain access. SCP-5374: So that’s what this country’s come to, eh? Puttin’ folks in prison just cause of how they look. Well, I wish I could say I was surprised but the small minded folks of this country have been pushin’ us towards fascism for years. I’ll tell you what though, Mr Sadgewadge, I’m not going to stay here and put up with it, and neither are me cows. Sedgewick: Please, Mr Gre- SCP-5374 is disintegrated by a beam of light which emerges from the ceiling of the interview room. <END LOG> Closing Statement: During the interview, SCP-5374-1 was stored in Warehouse-2E, where Foundation staff attempted to gain access to its interior. After Officer Sedgewick threatened SCP-5374 with indefinite containment, SCP-5374-1 disintegrated the roof of Warehouse-2E and ascended into the air. It then disintegrated a circular access hole from ground level to Interview Room 3, before disintegrating SCP-5374. This destroyed part of Site-109’s temperature control infrastructure and several empty lockers in Anomalous Item Storage but did not cause any major damage. All attempts to ground the vessel, including conventional small arms and SAMs6, were unsuccessful. After the disintegration of SCP-5374, SCP-5374-1 flew to Farmer Grey’s All Natural Cattle Co, disintegrated a majority of the cattle present there, and then ascended directly upwards until out of visual range. SCP-5374 Current Status As of 16/01/17, SCP-5374 has resumed farming in the Coulomb-Sarton Basin7. It is unclear how it or its cattle are able to survive without oxygen, water or food, but reports from Site-109’s Astronomy Department indicate that the cows appear to be thriving and SCP-5374 has shown no desire to return to Earth. Re-containment is not currently considered a priority. Footnotes 1. 5,094 in 2019 according to The National UFO Reporting Center, only 217 of which can be connected to genuine anomalous activity. 2. Weinert Farm, a feedlot farm owned and operated by Cargill Meat Solutions. 3. Site-109’s on-call Humanoid Intake Processing Officer. 4. A popular brand of commercially used tractors. 5. A British magazine that advertised heavily for the ‘Vote Leave’ campaign. 6. Surface-to-air missiles. 7. Located on the far side of the Moon and not directly visible from Earth. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5374" by CrystalMonarch, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5374. 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: cows.jpg Name: Sarasota - More Cows Behind Our House Author: Roger W License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-5375 | euclid | Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} WARNING This file's Containment Procedures and Description are slated for major revisions to more accurately reflect events since their publication (see Addenda 5375.1-4). As such, the current file likely contains outdated or no longer accurate information. In addition, due to recent changes in the Foundation Personnel Database and PANOPTICON system, we cannot confirm that the names of entities described in the following document are correct. Due investigation and verification of all mentioned entities is still underway. SCP FOUNDATION SURVEILLANCE & CRIME PREVENTION 2077 4/5375 LEVEL 4/5375 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5375 Euclid SCP-5375. The empty cell is the slot for the DeVry Core. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: Anderson Systems executives are fully cooperating in an effort to locate and secure SCP-5375. Due to the involvement of SCP-5353, the investigation is being headed by MTF θ-15 ("Nametaggers"). The PANOPTICON system is operating at peak efficiency and should be capable of triangulating the location of PoI-0000 (Nobody) should they come in range of a node or Aerial Surveillance Drone. DESCRIPTION: SCP-5375 is a proprietary piece of paratechnology developed by Anderson Systems, LLC, identified by the codename "the Name Machine". SCP-5375 was designed & constructed under an exclusive contract between the Foundation and Anderson Systems, and kept strictly confidential by both parties. Information tracing is ongoing to discover any unauthorized individuals who could feasibly have discovered SCP-5375's existence. SCP-5375's stated purpose is to more effectively combat and contain identity-based cognitohazards and paramemes. It accomplishes this through a mixture of paratechnology and traditional engineering, the specifics of which are available with proper clearance at the SCP-5375 Full Schematic Dossier. SCP-5375 is capable of extracting identity-based concepts and topologies from individuals or objects, applying them to other individuals or objects, or fabricating such concepts and identities to apply to semantically null individuals or objects, given a 'source' to pull concepts from. At the time of loss, SCP-5375 had only been tested in controlled laboratory conditions. SCP-5375 was stolen from its secure location in Lab 34E of the Anderson Complex, New Portland, on 09.27.2077, by an unidentified party of two individuals. The prototype was largely complete at this point, only lacking a critical power component removed for maintenance (the DeVry Core), paid for in full, and set to be transported into Foundation custody on 10.02.2077. The individuals evaded the significant security systems installed in the building and lab, disconnected the 5-ton prototype, and transported it out of the building without attracting attention, implying some level of anomalous capability. In addition, they possess a deleterious effect on surveillance data depicting them. Camera footage will depict them as a shifting black blur, and biometric sensors fail to record any data when they enter or exit a facility. Whether this is anomalous ability or technologically-based is currently unclear. However, by piggybacking onto these tracking systems, global surveillance and identification system PANOPTICON was able to track the physical presence of one individual by identifying the absence of data wherever they appeared, effectively creating an informational silhouette. The ability of individual to evade the PANOPTICON is a pressing threat to Foundation security interests; Engagement Rule B-19 "Good Hunting" is in effect for the remaining individual. Foundation Fast-Response Fireteams aerially deployed to the discovered individual's location in a disused warehouse on Bumaro Plaza and forcibly took them into custody for questioning. At this point, it became clear that this individual was SCP-5353. Addendum 5375.1 LOGS — 09.30.2077 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ INTERROGATION LOG - SCP-5353 FOREWORD: Prior to the arrest, SCP-5353's location had been triangulated via PANOPTICON nodes and MTF π-1 ("City Slickers") established a secure perimeter, diverting public aircar traffic with the explanation of a potentially dangerous anomaly on the premises. FRFT7 deployed aerially through the roof of the factory, engaging in a small firefight with SCP-5353 before disabling him with nonlethal charges. Further investigation revealed a small cot and living space set up in a former office, indicating that he had been present there for some time. SCP-5375 was not found on the premises. An injured member of FRFT7 was medevaced to Our Lady Saint Hedwig Memorial Hospital for medical care. SCP-5353 was taken into holding at Mass Containment Site Beta for questioning by MTF θ-15 ("Nametaggers") Captain Aleksander Maliz. «BEGIN LOG» SCP-5353: Well, good evening. MALIZ: Hello. You're SCP-5353, correct? The Man in the White Suit? SCP-5353: Huh. Yeah, that's me. I can't say I expected anyone to remember. MALIZ: My name is Captain Maliz- SCP-5353: Ah. That explains that. Tyler's son, taking up the old family mantle? MALIZ: Tyler Maliz was my uncle. SCP-5353: Making Hester your… I see. Funny how fate seems to fit us together. MALIZ: Sure. I was saying, I'd like to talk to you about SCP-5375. The Name Machine. SCP-5353: What makes you think I know anything about that? MALIZ: Because I haven't even explained what it is yet. SCP-5353: Ah, bollocks. MALIZ: And we have surveillance records of you from before the Drop, 2019. The day you met my uncle, actually. Even then, you had the exact same effect on the old CCTV cameras as Nobody. You were in the Anderson building with Nobody. You took the Machine, or you know where Nobody has it. And you're going to tell me. SCP-5353: And why would I do that, son? MALIZ: Why wouldn't you? [Pause.] SCP-5353: Hell does that mean? MALIZ: I know the history. You've been hunting Nobody since World War I - a hundred and fifty years. What changed, I wonder - why are you now willing to cover for it? SCP-5353: I haven't exactly been hunting Nobody though, have I? MALIZ: Yeah? Then what were you doing when you met my grandmother and my uncle? SCP-5353: I was hunting what it leaves behind. Husks, shells of people. The empty wrappers it leaves behind when it's done feasting. MALIZ: Why? SCP-5353: What do you think I am? What do you think the connection between us is? MALIZ: You're Nobody's foil. You exist only in opposition to him. SCP-5353: Not entirely wrong, but not what I was looking for. I'm a walking reminder of Nobody's body count. MALIZ: I don't understand. SCP-5353: I contain multitudes, mate. I'm every single body it left behind, wrapped neat into a package with a bow on top. No one mourns the forgotten, it's why they're forgotten. So I give them a second chance; an opportunity to end Nobody's cycle. MALIZ: So… are you a person, or some sort of hive-mind? SCP-5353: Neither. Certainly not a hive mind… but I can't exactly be a person either. I'm not sure I ever really existed at all. I just became. MALIZ: Then what changed? If I was you, I'd be out there aiming for Nobody's skull. SCP-5353: The…. situation has changed. A new element is in play, and it could very well change the game. MALIZ: The Machine. SCP-5353: Aren't you a sharp one? Just like your grandmother. MALIZ: What do you plan to use it for? SCP-5353: Sorry, not sharp enough. We're not there yet, and I'd be remiss to spoil the show. MALIZ: You don't have to. The machine builds identities, you two are without them… it won't work, you know. SCP-5353: What? MALIZ: You're pushing the machine to do something it wasn't meant to do - it fabricated a few identities under trial conditions, and it can't make more than one at a time without some sort of base source. It'll have to consume something, someone, for more. SCP-5353: Two's not that much more than one. MALIZ: Not that you'll ever get the opportunity as it stands. But, tell us where Nobody has the machine… maybe we can work something out. [Pause.] SCP-5353: I'll take my chances. [Pause.] SCP-5353: This is the part where you get mad, call me a cryptic asshole and then leave. MALIZ: You are a cryptic asshole, but this is more than you've ever talked to us. I know where I stand in these matters. Do you? [Pause.] SCP-5353: You think I could get a carton of cigs? MALIZ: Cigarettes? Christ, no. It's not the 2020s anymore. SCP-5353: Fuck off. «END LOG» AFTERWORD: Captain Maliz reported that SCP-5353 appeared visibly disturbed by his questioning through the interview. Another interrogation was scheduled for the following day, while PANOPTICON nodes and FRFTs were placed on high alert for possible Nobody movement on the streets or skytops. The New Portland Peacekeeper Wing was also forwarded information on Nobody to maximize nodes of detection. CAMERA LOGS - ANDERSON L.C.F FOREWORD: On 9.31.2077 at 3:26 AM (local time), security at Anderson Systems' Las Cruces Facility, a New Mexico campus host to a number of skunkworks projects, reported a break-in in the area of Simurgh Labs, the research group responsible for the development and construction of SCP-5375. Only one item was reported missing - a component of SCP-5375, the DeVry Core, that was awaiting shipment to the greater Anderson Complex in New Portland. Camera logs surrendered: «BEGIN LOG» CCTV CAMERA 13: HALLWAY [Camera sweeps to elevator. Elevator doors open, and a humanoid black blur exits the elevator. The stripped and unconscious body of a janitor is visible in the elevator until the doors close. No identifying qualities are discernable from the blur's silhouette. Camera sweeps to lab door. Figure approaches door holding a keycard, swiping it. Door opens, figure enters.] REGISTRAR SENSOR 14: LAB 3:01AM Access granted (Janitor Worhol) CCTV CAMERA 14: LAB INTERIOR [Camera sweeps to door. The individual enters and wanders around the lab at a brisk pace for several minutes. A number of projects are lying on the worktables, but they do not acknowledge any. The individual arrives at the melon-sized DeVry Core, which sits alone near the edge of the lab. They heft the core and quickly move to exit the lab.] «END LOG» AFTERWORD: Paratechnology consultants at both Anderson Systems and rival firm Tou-Hei Heavy Industries have confirmed that the DeVry Core is only useful in its current state as a component of SCP-5375. Surveillance for possible Nobody activities has been increased. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5375.2 LOGS — 09.31.2077 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ INTERROGATION LOG - SCP-5353 «BEGIN LOG» SCP-5353: So, I think I've gone and figured it out. MALIZ: Pardon? SCP-5353: You asked last time why, right? MALIZ: Why you were putting your trust in your sworn enemy, yes. SCP-5353: Right… and I think I get it now. MALIZ: Do tell. NETWORK CAMERA 159: VENT INTERIOR [A black blur crawls through the metal vent pipe. Gas in the vent makes it difficult to see but the figure continues their scooting down the pipe.] SCP-5353: Nobody eats your identity, it's what it always does. It's in the nature of the thing. But, I figure that it's not instantaneous. MALIZ: You figure? Shouldn't you know better than anyone? You're his victims. [Pause.] SCP-5353: No. That's not true. I'm not his victims, I'm only made of them. It only leaves shreds of identity left… but add enough shreds together and you get something resembling a painting, no? I MALIZ: So you're saying you're something else entirely? SCP-5353: I'm saying I'm greater than the sum of my parts. But as I was saying… MALIZ: Sure. SCP-5353: The consumption isn't instantaneous. It takes a while for it to shear through what makes you you. And I'm getting the sense that… you were right. MALIZ: About what? SCP-5353: Something's different this time around. He's different. MALIZ: This new Nobody? SCP-5353: It's the same damn Nobody every time. But the host matters just as much. NETWORK CAMERA 324: VENT EXTERIOR [The vent cover flies off the vent and drops to the floor with a clang. Two boots pop out as the figure extricates themself from the air-conditioning vent and drops to the floor. No one else is visible in the hallways. The figure starts briskly jogging down one of the paths.] MALIZ: Okay - the host, then. What's different? SCP-5353: I don't know. Maybe his will is stronger or maybe it's just not been long enough, but he still has some vestiges of humanity left. For better or for worse. MALIZ: That's enough to make you trust him? Really? [Pause.] SCP-5353: No. I wasn't entirely truthful earlier. MALIZ: No kidding. About what? SCP-5353: I have been hunting Nobody. I didn't start out that way, but somewhere along the line I forgot why I was doing all of it and got caught up in the kill. MALIZ: Yeah, I know what you mean. But decades, really? [Rattling.] SCP-5353: It's a war across centuries. But not once, in any of those centuries, has anyone - anyone - offered me what this one is offering me. MALIZ: And what's that? NETWORK CAMERA 1195: CHAMBER EXTERIOR [The figure stands in front of a small metal door. They experimentally test the handle, finding it locked. Then they draw a large red tool from their back and, standing back, smash it against the lock.] SCP-5353: A way out. [The door to the interrogation chamber flies open, shattering the lock. Cpt. Maliz draws his sidearm and aims at the door. PoI-0000 "Nobody" is standing in the doorway, raising his own pistol. SCP-5353 stands up.] SCP-5353: Was wondering when you would show up. We were just talking about you. NOBODY: I always arrive right on time. MALIZ: You're Nobody. NOBODY: I've been called worse, but yes. MALIZ: You bit my grandmother a century or so ago. NOBODY: Wait, you're- oh, Jesus. Come on! SCP-5353: No time for pleasantries, gents. The alarm will go off any- [Breach alarms begin sounding throughout the site, accompanied by the flashing of klaxons.] SCP-5353: Just my bloody luck. [SCP-5353 kicks Cpt. Maliz's knees out from under him, dropping him to the floor. He picks up the fallen sidearm and nods to Nobody. Both run out of the room.] «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5375.3 INCIDENT 5375.1 — 09.31.2077 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ INCIDENT 5375.1 17:45: Breach alarm set off at Mass Containment Site Beta. Two intruders reported. 17:47: Partial lockdown enacted — intruders tracked on cameras through Third Tower, East Wing. 17:47: Cpt. Maliz identified giving chase to intruders. 17:50: Intruders, Cpt. Maliz, and pursuing Site Security exit to the aircar platform on the Third Tower. Minor firefight ensues, Site Security unit member shot. 17:56: Intruders hijack an aircar, taking off and accelerating towards downtown New Portland. 17:57: Cpt. Maliz commandeers an airbike and follows. 17:58: Site Security disengages; Fast-Response Fireteams and New Portland Peacekeeper Wing notified of active high-speed chase. 18:01: FRFT VTOLs and Peacekeeper APCs engage, giving chase to Cpt. Maliz and intruders. Intruders shoot at Cpt. Maliz out of the window, but miss. 18:10: High speed chase continues through crowded city airpaths. 18:12: FRFTs and Peacekeepers forced to break off due to lack of manuevering room. Cpt. Maliz returns fire to intruder aircar at close range. 18:13: Cpt. Maliz's airbike takes a shot and begins to smoke. He presses against the aircar and clambers aboard the roof. The abandoned airbike explodes. 18:15: Peacekeepers order clearing of airpaths. 18:16: Aircar banks hard left in an effort to throw off Cpt. Maliz and grazes a skyscraper. Engine begins smoking. 18:16: Aircar makes a sharp turn towards Bumaro Plaza and goes into a nosedive. 18:17: Aircar performs high-risk crash landing at Bumaro Plaza. MALIZ: Stop! Hands up! SCP-5353: I'm the one with the gun, you daft git! NOBODY: Ignore him. We need to get to the Machine. The Core is in, it's already powering up. SCP-5353: Fuck fuck fuck fuck…. [MALIZ limps from the wreckage of the aircar to follow as NOBODY and SCP-5353 run into the disused warehouse.] SCP-5353: How did you even hide this goddamn thing? NOBODY: Magic. Let's move. [Both descend the stairs into the sublevel of the warehouse. SCP-5375 sits in center of the basement, hooked up to a large array of wires and power supplies. The DeVry Core sits comfortably inside it, and both are humming and glowing softly.] MALIZ: Don't move. [Cpt. MALIZ is standing in the entrance with another sidearm raised. NOBODY steps away from the computer.] NOBODY: This has nothing to do with you. We're getting our names. MALIZ: My family has been tied up in your little feud for two-hundred years. How the hell does it have nothing to do with me? NOBODY: That was never anything more than a coincidence. MALIZ: It doesn't matter. This won't work. SCP-5353: What? MALIZ: Ask your new friend. [Silence.] SCP-5353: Fuck me. It's going to treat all of me as separate people. It needs to consume something if it'll work on me. Shit. MALIZ: You're not getting anything here, assholes. Might as well give up now. [Silence. Sirens from outside. SCP-5375's thrumming quickens.] NOBODY: If it needs to consume something… SCP-5353: What? NOBODY: … Some things are worth it. I have to do this. SCP-5353: You've got to be kidding me, no, we're not feeding anyone to the scary hell- [NOBODY pushes SCP-5353 out of the way, laying a hand on SCP-5375. It suddenly increases in pitch and volume. ] SCP-5353: Wait- [SCP-5375 begins rotating its cells and thrumming. The lights of the basement dim for a moment.] NOBODY: Fuckin', I'm not Nobody. Nobody is some parasitic son of a bitch that's hitched a ride and taken everything from me, okay? And he's taken everything from you too, all of you. He's the one that's responsible for your existence. And I'm not gonna end up like everyone before me, walking around the world, journalling random bullshit and hurting people. I'm going to go out on my terms, and make sure Nobody doesn't hurt anyone ever again. SBPR-53ES: You don't have to do this. We can just give you a name, get rid of N- NATHADY: I have a name. [SCP-5375 rapidly increases in activity over the following 15 seconds, glowing to a blinding light and making significant noise from its cells shifting. The light temporarily fries the camera, but leaves the mic working. All activity suddenly ceases.] NATHAN: Did it work? [The sound of a live current is heard, suddenly followed by the start of a large explosion. Audio and visual feeds simultaneously cut out.] A large explosion was reported at Bumaro Plaza by a number of civilians, confirmed by Foundation VTOLs above the scene. The explosion's epicenter was the disused warehouse, collapsing the structure and the facades of neighboring buildings and blanketing the area in a cloud of dust. Foundation VTOLs were about to touch down on the area when an automated systemwide service failure alert activated on all troopers' Eagle Eye interfaces. All personal networking and identification .AICs simultaneously reported that the global PANOPTICON system was suffering from a temporary outage, completely disabling civilian identification, IFF, and camera mapping. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5375.4 INCIDENT CLEANUP ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Bumaro Plaza, incident 5375.1. Following Incident 5375.1, Foundation Fast-Response Fireteams and New Portland Peacekeepers converged on the epicenter of the explosion at Bumaro Plaza. FRFTs attempted to locate Nobody or SCP-5353 but were unsuccessful. The remains of SCP-5375 were found in the basement of the warehouse, largely destroyed as a result of an implosion of the DeVry Core. The blast's temporary shutdown of PANOPTICON rendered any standard identification of survivors infeasible; many individuals were let go without a full identity scan. After 2 hours, PANOPTICON was brought online again, and was used to cross-check the manually compiled list of survivors with the actual citizen database. 72 names found matches in the database; the four that did not were Sarah Lancaster, Louie Debs, Fritz Obermeyer, and Nathan Bridges. After more extensive excavation and recovery operations, twenty-two corpses were discovered buried under rubble and debris, clothed in period-appropriate historical wear — clothing ranged from that of the American Old West to Victorian England to Feudal Japan. Further excavation is ongoing. ▷CLOSE◁ The Man Who Wasn't There The Man In The White Suit Hub Hello, My Name Isn't Chiaroscuro Nobody, Nobody, Nobody, and Nobody's Encounters with The Man in the White Suit SCP-5353 -- Does Anyone Remember Fritz Obermeyer? 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SCP-5376 | keter | A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5376 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-5376. Special Containment Procedures: A large plot 2km south of Site-19 has been converted into a makeshift stunt arena, and fitted with a number of ramps, loops, and disused vehicles. Several fire jets have also been installed as a reward for SCP-5376's continued good behavior in containment. Once every 14 days, SCP-5376 is to be escorted to this area by an armed security detachment and supplied with a dirtbike. For the following four hours, SCP-5376 is permitted to drive, crash and perform stunts on all of the supplied equipment. Security staff are only to intervene in the event SCP-5376 attempts to escape. Following this duration, SCP-5376 is to be re-escorted back to its cell in Site-19's Keter Wing. Since the implementation of current containment procedures three months ago, SCP-5376 has not detonated. Description: SCP-5376 is a humanoid entity resembling a corpse in an advanced state of putrefaction. It has not displayed any awareness of this fact. Its skin is rotting and peeling, with bone visible in large patches across its body. Significant portions of flesh have come detached from its head, rendering its mandible completely exposed and one eye dangerously close to falling out of its socket. Despite this, SCP-5376 is sapient, mobile, reasonably intelligent, and able to communicate with researchers. SCP-5376 is clothed in a replica of famed American stuntsman Evel Knievel's signature outfit, a white motorcycle suit decorated with blue bars and white stars. SCP-5376 self-identifies as "Turbo Thompson". Defying most mundane understandings of physics, SCP-5376 is constantly accruing potential energy, regardless of changes in mass, gravity, or elevation. This buildup is slow but cumulative; after significant energy has been built up, any small movement taken by SCP-5376 carries the risk of releasing all the pent-up energy at once. This typically results in a large explosion, leaving SCP-5376 unharmed but completely decimating its surroundings. Through poorly understood means, allowing SCP-5376 to perform stunts in an automotive vehicle quickly and efficiently vents this energy relatively safely. SCP-5376 was initially discovered at a motorcycle stunt show in rural Georgia following parallel reports of a reanimated corpse wandering the densely-packed show and reports of a figure threatening violence to be allowed into the show. MEMBERS: Agent Sarah MacCullough SCP-5376 Rudy Bellings (Civilian) «BEGIN LOG» [Agent SARAH MACCULLOUGH approaches SCP-5376 through the crowd, at the ticketing stand of the show. All other civilians are standing a distance from it, several clutching their noses. SCP-5376 is engaged in a heated argument with RUDY BELLINGS, the clerk at the ticketing stand. The visor of its helmet is lowered, obscuring its face.] SCP-5376: I told you already, bub. I wanna participate! In the show! BELLINGS: And I told you that we don't just allow any random schmuck in. All these guys have been registered for months and they're trained professionals. I don't even know who you are. SCP-5376: A shame. For I am the great… [SCP-5376 pauses for dramatic effect before striking a pose, startling BELLINGS.] SCP-5376: TURBO THOMPSON! [Distantly, an electric guitar riff plays.] MACCULLOUGH: What the hell? BELLINGS: I have literally never heard of you before. SCP-5376: Seriously, bub? What, do you live under a rock? They let fuckin' anyone run the ticketing stands nowadays. Anyway, don't you worry your pretty little bald head about any of that. Just give me the ticket, and… BELLINGS: Dude, fuck off! [Agent MACCULLOUGH approaches from behind and grasps SCP-5376's shoulder.] MACCULLOUGH: Sir, I'm gonna need you to come with me. BELLINGS: Jesus, finally. [SCP-5376 peers through his visor] SCP-5376: … agent? MACCULLOUGH: [Visibly startled] I- what? SCP-5376: Are you my agent? My talent agent? MACCULLOUGH: … Yes. That's me. You should come with me, get out of here. This is small potatoes stuff, y'know. SCP-5376: Aha! Right you are, agent! But though I wish I could ditch this classic Southern - [leans in] seriously, I've crash landed into genepools bigger than the one here [leans out] - carnival and fair, I promised these fine people a show, and a show they shall get! A performer never abandons the stage, you know. MACCULLOUGH: This is a weeklong event, come with me and I'll make sure you're all booked up for a slot tomorrow. SCP-5376: This is why I hired you, you're so proactive. But I'm afraid I can't wait that long. I, uh, need to perform. Like, uh, now. MACCULLOUGH: Well, there's a motorcycle in the parking lot, we can just- [SCP-5376 twitches.] SCP-5376: Oh God. MACCULLOUGH: What? SCP-5376: It's about to happen. MACCULLOUGH: What is? SCP-5376: Y'know, the uh, the thing. The thing. You're gonna wanna take cover. MACCULLOUGH: [Shouting] Everybody back, stand back! SCP-5376: Damnit, I really thought I would be able to control it this ti- «END LOG» SCP-5376 detonating. Following this, SCP-5376 spontaneously detonated in a large explosion. Due to Agent MacCullough's actions, no civilians were seriously harmed, and all witnesses were amnesticized. SCP-5376 was placed into containment and transported to a temporary holding chamber outside of Site-19 pending a containment analysis. Due to SCP-5376's apparent familiarity with Agent MacCullough, she was chosen to conduct the necessary interview. MEMBERS: Agent Sarah MacCullough SCP-5376 «BEGIN LOG» MACCULLOUGH: Hello, SCP-5376. SCP-5376: SCP-5376? Are you still calling me by my case number? I know you have a lot of clients, but I think we know each other well enough by now to use our names. [Command instructs MACCULLOUGH to maintain the ruse.] MACCULLOUGH: Right. Thompson. SCP-5376: Not just Thompson… [SCP-5376 strikes a pose.] SCP-5376: TURBO THOMPSON! [Distantly, an electric guitar riff plays.] MACCULLOUGH: Where did that come from? SCP-5376: No idea, it's just always happened. MACCULLOUGH: Okay then. It's, uh, it's been a minute, right? SCP-5376: Sure has. I almost thought you'd abandoned me for a second there, for some new schmuck client. Some one-trick pony. Maybe a literal pony. Maybe it can dance. Sing, too. But I had faith, and you came through. Thank you, agent. MACCULLOUGH: I'd never ditch a client. SCP-5376: You're a real professional. I do have some questions, though. MACCULLOUGH: So do I. How about this, I answer one of your questions, you answer one of mine. SCP-5376: A game! I love games! Yes yes yes yes. You start. MACCULLOUGH: Alright. Refresh my memory: where'd you come from, again? SCP-5376: Jacksonville. MACCULLOUGH: … No, I meant- SCP-5376: Too late! My turn! Okay… where the hell am I? MACCULLOUGH: It's…. my talent agency. Stars, Casting, and…. Production. Incorporated. SCP-5376: Oh, no shit? Wow, you've really stepped things up, this place is swanky. Air conditioning, actual furniture, the whole nine yards. Diggity dang. MACCULLOUGH: Thank you. SCP-5376: And you wanted to show it off to your favorite client, huh? MACCULLOUGH: …. yes. SCP-5376: You can't tell because of the visor, but I'm blushing. MACCULLOUGH: Yeah, speaking of the visor. Could you lift it up? SCP-5376: Anything for my favorite agent! [SCP-5376 lifts up its visor, exposing its rotten and peeling face. MACCULLOUGH momentarily reels from the stench.] MACCULLOUGH: Oh God, that reeks- SCP-5376: Thank you! MACCULLOUGH: Yeah… you look just how I remember you. SCP-5376: Suit's new, though. Sexy, right? But you do look a little different. Did you get a perm? Nose job? MACCULLOUGH: Among other things. SCP-5376: I like it. So, next question, when's my next show? MACCULLOUGH: Er, what? SCP-5376: Y'know, I thought we were gonna go back to old times. Just the two of us, roadtripping across the States, you booking shows, me wowing the crowd, then you robbing the venues while I wowed the crowd. Good times. MACCULLOUGH: I… don't think we can do that anymore. I have responsibilities, y'know. With the agency. [SCP-5376 slumps.] SCP-5376: Oh. Dang. MACCULLOUGH: But we'll definitely make sure you get some shows to play. For sure. [SCP-5376 straightens.] SCP-5376: I'd like that. MACCULLOUGH: So, next question. What's, uh, what's with the explosions? SCP-5376: Oh yeah, you've never actually seen one. Well, until now. Yeah, stunts are my calling. My life, my purpose. MACCULLOUGH: Wait, you're not alive tho- SCP-5376: No interrupting! Also rude. Anyway, when I don't fulfill my calling, I get so restless. Like an itch you can't scratch. And it just keeps building up until I explode. Literally. MACCULLOUGH: But so long as you can still do stunts, you're fine. SCP-5376: Hells yeah, baby. Showman for life. And past. [SCP-5376 thumps its chest.] SCP-5376: I'm the best at what I do, baby. Keep making sure I get into shows and you'll never have to deal with my little moments again. Although… MACCULLOUGH: Although? SCP-5376: See, just being outside and walking around and shit helps me deal with the itch. Doesn't get rid of it, but helps me deal with it. But you've had me indoors, sitting down for like a week now. That's basically cruel and unusual punishment. MACCULLOUGH: We'll move you to a cel- suite where you can stretch your legs momentarily. SCP-5376: Yeah, thanks. But… for now, I, uh. You might wanna get back. MACCULLOUGH: Oh, goddammit. «END LOG» SCP-5376 detonating. Following this interview, SCP-5376 detonated, destroying the temporary holding cell it was contained in. However, it did not try to escape. Agent MacCullough and all other personnel also survived unharmed. Shortly after, SCP-5376's recreational stunt area was constructed and it was moved into a permanent cell in a bomb-proofed chamber of Site-19's Keter Wing equipped with exercise and activity equipment. SCP-5376 was introduced to its recreational area and familiarized with the equipment. It repeatedly requested to be allowed to perform for an audience. This course of action was approved by the Site Director, and a 'show' was scheduled for an audience of off-duty personnel. TIMELINE 12:30: Gates open, audience members begin to arrive. Several researchers construct an impromptu refreshment stand. 13:04: SCP-5376 arrives at area with armed escort and disembarks from the vehicle. It expresses considerable emotion at the amount of audience members. 13:14: SCP-5376 begins preparing for the show. This largely consists of it excitedly yelling in front of a mirror, and admiring the recreational area. 13:20: SCP-5376 mounts its provided motorcycle and rides out to applause. 13:23: SCP-5376 ramps over a series of parked cars. 13:29: SCP-5376 performs a reverse-wheelie on its motorcycle. It attempts to stand during this, but falls off the motorcycle. 13:37: SCP-5376 accelerates and attempts to complete the large loop in the center of the area; it fails to complete it, and instead falls from the apex of the loop, crushing itself with its cycle. It stands a few minutes later, apparently unharmed. 13:43: SCP-5376 produces another motorcycle and manages to ride both at once, with a foot on each handlebar. It then rips a door from one of the parked cars and uses it as a chariot, propelling itself off a ramp with the two motorcycles. [Extraneous events removed] 14:34: SCP-5376 dismounts its motorcycle to scattered applause and addresses the crowd. SCP-5376: Oh man. Thank y'all for coming. I ain't never played a show this big, and y'all are just the best, kindest crowd I could ask for. Makes my old rotted heart beat again. This is the best talent agency I've ever worked for, without a doubt. Man… [sniffling] Man, I could just- SCP-5376 detonating. Following its speech, SCP-5376 once again detonated, causing minor damage to the area. While no personnel were harmed in the explosion, future viewings have held no live audiences. Instead, seats are filled with cardboard cutouts, and cheering is played through speakers to simulate an audience. Due to SCP-5376's decayed sensory organs, it appears to be unable to tell the difference. 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SCP-5377 | keter | Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/5377 LEVEL 2/5377 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5377 Keter Special Containment Procedures: All Foundation personnel are to be briefed on SCP-5377. Should any Foundation employee receive an instance of SCP-5377, they should contact their on-site security chief and refrain from touching the envelope. All mail to senior Foundation officials is to be monitored for possible SCP-5377 instances. Description: SCP-5377 are paper coupons advertising various goods and services, usually offering them for free to the 'lucky recipient' of the coupons. SCP-5377 instances appear to be received exclusively by Foundation employees in the United States through the postal service. They are enclosed in small unmarked envelopes bearing no return address and the mailing address typed out in the font Comic Sans. Each envelope contains a single SCP-5377 instance, measuring 6cm by 8cm. All advertise a unique service, typically in insulting terms; a digitized sample is provided below. ONE FREE SUMMON GOOD FOR: HELPING YOU LOSE WEIGHT, YOU FAT FUCK! Courtesy of Y.W.T.G.T.H.F.T.! Disclaimer: Y.W.T.G.T.H.F.T. LLC cannot be held liable for any damage, injury, death, mutilation, vivisection, impregnation, ego death, or other form of harm caused by use of promotional coupon. The user accepts all responsibility for any illegal, immoral, or immature activities performed while being serviced by an outside demonic contractor. Outside demonic contractors are not vetted by Y.W.T.G.T.H.F.T. LLC and any statements or actions made by them should not be interpreted as an official company statement or action, as well as vice versa. Upon making physical contact with an SCP-5377 instance, a planar gateway will open within 3m of the SCP-5377 instance and expel a single Tartarean-class demonic entity. This entity will typically be large, dangerous, semihumanoid, and propelled by the desire to complete the task laid out on the SCP-5377 instance by any means necessary. The safety and continued life of the user are generally not taken into account. Many entities also take particularly loose interpretations of the task, attempting to cause as much grief, suffering, and minor inconvenience in the life of the user they can. In practice, the disclaimer on the SCP-5377 instance is so small as to be completely illegible to the average individual. This, combined with the touch activation, resulted in a great deal of demonic entities being summoned by personnel unaware of what they are doing. An abridged list of SCP-5377 instances follows. SCP-5377.1 Received By: Tom Segoyah, Research Analyst, Site-30 Good For: "HELPING YOU LOSE WEIGHT, YOU FAT FUCK!" Results: A large demonic entity materialized in Segoyah's apartment and immediately began to pursue Segoyah, threatening to eat him if captured. Entity chased Segoyah, who was slightly overweight, across several counties for 41 hours of nonstop running, at which point Segoyah collapsed of dehydration and suffered a fatal heart attack. The entity physically removed several pounds of flesh from Segoyah's corpse before dematerializing. Segoyah's weight at time of recovery was 98lbs, less than half of what he had weighed prior to the incident. SCP-5377.4 Received By: Charlie Benningham, Security Guard, Site-19 Good For: "MAKING SURE SHE'S NOT BEING UNFAITHFUL, LOSER!" Results: A feminine demonic entity materialized in Benningham's home but quickly disappeared. Benningham retrieved his service weapon and immediately reported an anomalous event to Site-19 Security, and a Tactical Response Team was deployed to the Benningham family home. Upon arrival, they discovered Benningham at the doorway to the master bedroom, curled up in the fetal position and weeping as the demonic entity engaged in consensual intercourse with his wife, dematerializing as they 'finished'. Benningham later stated that he had been struggling with suspicions of infidelity from his wife recently. SCP-5377.9 Received By: Sarah Selwater, Senior Researcher, Site-19 Good For: "PROVIDING SOME FAITHFUL COMPANY, LOSER!" Results: The exact sequence of events were recovered from a security camera in Selwater's dormitory at Site-19's Sublevel 35. The envelope is sitting on on her desk as she walks into the room and closes the door behind her. Upon making contact with the coupon, a demonic entity manifests, clutching the leashes to two large Alaskan timber wolves. They are struggling against their leashes. The demonic entity lets go and the two wolves immediately leap on Selwater, mauling her and tearing her to shreds with their jaws and teeth. She remains alive for several minutes, well beyond what should have been possible given her injuries, and finally expires when the wolves begin to consume her body.1 SCP-5377.13 Received By: Terry Rosen, Head of Research, Site-12 Good For: "FIXING YOUR POSTURE, DORK!" Results: A demonic entity manifested in Rosen's office holding a pistol. For the next 13 hours, it proceeded to hold Rosen at gunpoint while forcing him to continue his normal duties on his computer workstation. When Rosen's posture slumped or he leaned forward, the entity would threaten to shoot him, aggressively waving the pistol. During the 13th hour, Rosen leaned down to pick up a pen he had dropped and the entity shot him in the leg before dematerializing in frustration. SCP-5377.17 Received By: Clarice Weller, Foundation Media Director Good For: "GETTING YOUR REVENGE, WASHOUT!" Results: A demonic entity manifested in Weller's office before immediately demanifesting. The demon promptly manifested in the office of John Calorman, the CEO of Calorman-Greene Marketing (Weller's former place of employment), 145 miles away. It subsequently forced Calorman to log into his computer before throwing him out of his nineteenth-story window to the street below. It used Calorman's computer to send Weller an email confirming that she was, in fact, still fired. SCP-5377.20 Received By: Tilda Moose, Site-19 Director Good For: "PUTTING YOU BACK WHERE YOU BELONG, SNAKE!" Results: The envelope was opened by Director Moose's secretary. A gateway materialized in the room, but opened to reveal that it was a Way2 allowing access to Nx-001, the Wanderer's Library. A demonic entity entered through it, assaulted and grabbed the secretary, likely under the impression they were Director Moose, and took them through the Way, which disappeared after them. Director Moose denies any knowledge regarding the background context of the incident. SCP-5377.21 Received By: O5-6 Good For: "MAKING THAT SON OF A BITCH PAY, MOTHERFUCKER!" Results: Due to the increased security after the incident with Director Moose, the mail was intercepted well before it came close to O5-6 or his secretaries. All attempts to destroy it simply resulted in another envelope arriving the next day. It was instead triggered in a controlled laboratory environment using D-19471. In Boston, an advertising shoot for Kellogg's Frosted Flakes was interrupted by the manifestation of a demonic entity that immediately grabbed and violently assaulted the individual wearing the costume of Tony the Tiger, the longtime mascot of the Frosted Flakes brand. It proceeded to injure Tony, breaking their bones, skinning their back, snapping their spine while mutilating and slashing them with various loose objects, generally brutalizing the individual. The entity demanifested after authorities arrived and Tony the Tiger's actor expired from his injuries. All witnesses were amnesticized. O5-6 has declined to comment. Footnotes 1. Selwater's body was discovered several hours later and the unexpected presence of the wolves resulted in severe injuries to another researcher before they were terminated. 2. Ways and Means, Rsr. Stan Edlock, 1994. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5377" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5377. 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-5378 | neutralized | FluffyDog00 Check out the rest of my works here: Author Page SCP-5378-A and SCP-5378-B. Item #: SCP-5378 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5378-A and SCP-5378-B were kept in a small enclosure with soil, rocks and various flora. They were fed four raisins per day, and had their container cleaned every week. Description: SCP-5378 is the designation for two sapient ladybird beetles,1 which are referred to as SCP-5378-A and SCP-5378-B. Both instances constructed miniaturized versions of manmade structures and objects using natural materials, such as leaves, rocks, and dirt. Addendum 1: Below is a list of every recorded structure built by SCP-5378-A and SCP-5378-B, as well as the context of their creation. Structure Created Context A small tent comprised of two propped-up Rose leaves. SCP-5378-A and SCP-5378-B had just been contained. A sleeping bag made of leaf petioles sown together. SCP-5378-A and SCP-5378-B appear to "sleep" together within the sleeping bag for eight hours. A separate sleeping bag. After climbing around the enclosure in what is assumed to be an escape attempt, SCP-5378-A and SCP-5378-B meet outside the tent. They start making harsh buzzing noises at each other. After the altercation, SCP-5378-A makes its own sleeping bag. Two two-story cabins. Probably a result of the former incident. A letter etched onto a woodchip. After nine months since the cabins were created, SCP-5378-A gives the letter to SCP-5378-B at its doorstep. A bench made of twigs held together by twine. SCP-5378-B slowly walks out of its cabin towards SCP-5378-A's cabin. It taps on the door. When SCP-5378-A comes out, they build the bench and sit next to each other. After an altercation consisting of quiet buzzes, they touch their forelimbs together. A heart. SCP-5378-A and SCP-5378-B combine two leaves into the shape of a heart on the enclosure floor. They both lay in the middle of the heart sideways, holding each other's limbs. After SCP-5378-A and SCP-5378-B were observed to be unmoving for several hours, they were removed from their enclosure. It was confirmed that SCP-5378-A and SCP-5378-B had expired, most likely due to old age. Addendum 2: Below is the letter mentioned in Addendum 1. It was put under a microscope for comprehensiveness. Hello my sweet Rose, My limbs are aching, and the world around me spins uncontrollably. I think this is the end. I'm sorry about the altercation we had long ago. Our jailing here wasn't your fault, and I should have been less harsh. Without you, I have been mournful. I miss your touch, and the fluttering of your wings ringing through my ears. I miss traversing through the blue skies with you at my side. Wherever we were, you made it all the better. I figured since we are taking our last breaths, we might as well take them together. We shouldn't have to die in isolation. Please. Let's talk. Sincerely, Harold Footnotes 1. Commonly known as ladybugs |
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More by this author! More Vikander-Kneed! Item#: SCP-5379 Level3 Containment Class: uncontained Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Advertising flyer for SCP-5379 mailed to residents of Little Rock, Arkansas. Special Containment Procedures: MTF Kappa-43 ("The Mediators") will respond to all reports of SCP-5379 manifestation. Items recovered from said manifestations are to be archived in Low-Yield Storage Facility 1 at Site-43. Affected individuals are to be amnesticized. Kappa-43 is to attempt all means at its disposal to occupy SCP-5379 during its brief manifestation periods. Until such time as this is achieved, or GoI-5889 is neutralized, it will remain uncontained. Description: SCP-5379 is "VK Technical Media Solutions," a photography and film stock storefront operated by Vikander-Kneed Technical Media (GoI-5889). SCP-5379 appears seemingly at random within existing storefronts, displacing their original occupants to parts unknown for the duration of its manifestation. SCP-5379 functions as a typical facility of its kind, offering a variety of blank film to its customers and also offering film development and tape transfer services. However, anything recorded on film purchased from SCP-5379 is dramatically altered, frequently in ways which should not be possible. Examples include: Uncropped photographs; Untrimmed film; The inclusion of new media elements of unclear provenance; The inclusion of references to information known only to the owner; The substitution of entirely new pieces of media. Personnel employed at the displaced facilities are left with hazy recollections of "a vacation" to explain their disappearance; mnestic treatment has recovered only partial, apparently true memories of attending a corporate training retreat during their absence with the theme of "Keeping Your Premises Actually Yours in the Future." While participants are unable to recall the curricula of this retreat, it is apparently effective, as no storefront has been co-opted by SCP-5379 more than once. SCP-5379 only alters the interior of the structures it occupies, and its manifestation is therefore exceedingly difficult to track. Foundation operatives typically only become aware of manifestations when the items they produce result in attempted law enforcement action. In every case, SCP-5379 has disappeared before such action can be taken, and well before Foundation operatives can gain access. SCP-5379 engages in periodic memetically-effective advertising campaigns to promote its services, as seen in the flyer depicted above and the commercial transcribed below. Addendum 5379-1, Discovery and Instance Log: On 05/18/1979, the following television commercial was broadcast on all commercial stations in Little Rock, Arkansas, United States of America. A haze of orange and yellow, presumably smeared on the film negative, swims across the screen. The scene appears to be the back rooms of a butcher shop; a large piece of unidentifiable meat hangs from a hook suspended from the ceiling. A man in a t-shirt is visible in a mirror on the wall, seated on a toilet. He breathes deeply and speaks in a monotone. He does not look into the camera. VK Technical Media Solutions commercial. Man: I don't even know. Five seconds of silence. Man: Take my wife. Man: VK Technical Media Solutions. Man: All your film needs. Three seconds of sobbing in the background, abruptly cut off. Man: Fishing with the boys. VK Technical Media Solutions. Man: Make me a sandwich. The meat begins to rotate on the hook. Man: Take my wife. A logo appears for "Vikander-Kneed Technical Media Solutions," with the accompanying slogan "Media for Men" sloppily overlaid over the slogan "There is no glass ceiling." Shortly after this commercial aired, the Foundation became aware of several incidents of SCP-5379 manifestation and events related to film purchased there. Incident 5379-I-1 Date: 06/03/1979 Subject: Morris Brown, pensioner Media: Photo album Source: Little Rock Police Department Alterations: Brown had taken a collection of old photographic negatives to SCP-5379 to have them developed. Annotations in an angry scrawl matching Brown's handwriting can be found on the resulting photographs, offering frank interpretations of the characters of the persons on display, or issuing vague accusations against them. These persons are invariably female. A photograph in the collection of the late Morris Brown. Notes: The alterations were discovered by Brown's nephew, the executor of his estate, who made a report of vandalism to the police. Forensic personnel confirmed that the photographs had been developed directly from the negatives, which nevertheless do not feature the accompanying scrawl. The forensic examiners were pressed by Foundation agents to reverse their conclusions under duress, then amnesticized. A notice was placed in local newspapers correcting the earlier police report and confirming that an act of vandalism had taken place. The executor withdrew his complaint, and his amnesticization was deemed unnecessary. The incident was investigated and logged, but as anomalous interference could not be confirmed, no subsequent action was taken. The SCP-5379 file was officially opened after the discovery of the next instance of altered media, whose anomalous nature was irrefutable. In June of 1979 an American film-maker attempted to sue the Chicago Tribune and the Chicago Sun-Times for the theft of his latest film from its storage container, and its replacement with an unrelated piece of media. Incident 5379-I-2 Date: 06/13/1979 Subject: John Bedfield, amateur director Media: Amateur film entitled Run Source: Little Rock Police Department Alterations: The film Run has been replaced with a two-hour review of Run by noted critics Gene Siskel and Roger Ebert, as part of their regular program At the Movies. The episode in question never aired, and was likely never recorded as 1) Run was never officially released, and is now lost, and 2) At the Movies did not begin airing until 1986. The opening titles for the show incorporate a logo for "Vikander-Kneed Trash Mockery," with the accompanying slogan "You're poor in talent, but rich in lack of talent!" A representative excerpt follows. Siskel: I think I've reached the point in my life where I'm willing to step back and say no, no, not everything committed to film is potentially a, a work of art. This mess certainly isn't. Still frame from Run, 1979, reconstructed from the negative. Ebert: You can't decide that unilaterally. If anyone's going to do that, it should be me. I'm a far more competent arbiter of taste than you are. Siskel: You're serious? Ebert: Of course, and much more eloquent to boot. I'm a real renaissance man. Siskel: Oh, please. You watch smut in the theatre, Roger, you can't stand in jest, in j-judgement over all cinema. Ebert: I'm not standing, Gene, I'm sitting. And so are you. That's how you can keep putting your foot in your mouth without falling over. Siskel: So you're saying you like this film? Ebert laughs derisively. Ebert: Of course not, it's trash. I did enjoy the eye candy, though, those parts were shot well. It's trash with sex appeal, at least. Siskel: The sex scene was very tasteful. That's why I'm sur— why I'm surprised you liked it. Ebert is sipping his soda quietly. Siskel: What, no snappy comeback? Ebert: I'm sharpening my straw into a shiv. Notes: Run was an emotional portrayal of Bedfield's attempt to reconnect with his estranged mother during her campaign for public office in Thurmont, Maryland. Most of the runtime consisted of black-and-white footage of door-to-door canvassing, town meetings, and local events. It had no sex scene. After Bedfield's amnesticization, a notice was placed in local newspapers retracting his lawsuit. No further examples of SCP-5379 media were detected until an anonymous tip brought agents to the scene of a domestic quarrel in Little Rock. The individuals in question, a married couple, were fighting over the contents of a VHS tape. Incident 5379-I-3 Date: 06/19/1979 Subject: Dwight Walker, junior executive Media: Wedding film on VHS tape Source: Anonymous informant.See Addendum 5379-2. Alterations: Walker's wedding film has been replaced with footage from what appears to be a beach party, dated two weeks prior, where he is accompanied by a young woman with whom he shares several increasingly intimate interactions. Walker's best man is visible in the background of the earlier shots, engaged in obvious sexual advances with a second young woman. The opening titles now incorporate a logo for "Vikander-Kneed" with the accompanying slogan "Tarnishing Memories!" Freeze frame from Item 5379-3. Notes: The young woman accompanying Walker was not his wife, but a close friend of both. Walker's best man is similarly engaged in extramarital acts. Upon reviewing the film, Walker's wife attacked him with a wine bottle and several fireplace implements before a family friend convinced her to leave the house. The couple have since divorced. No police report was filed, but an anonymous informant telephoned Site-43 to connect the event to SCP-5379. This informant could not subsequently be located. A notice was placed in the local newspapers taking credit for the tape-switching as an act of vigilantism. Monitoring of film-maker John Bedfield led to the automatic recovery of the next piece of altered media. Incident 5379-I-4 Date: 06/24/1979 Subject: John Bedfield, amateur director Media: 1979 film entitled Belgian Connection Source: Subject's home Alterations: A commentary track featuring Bedfield's voice, which he claims to have not recorded, now plays over the entirety of Belgian Connection. Most scenes contain extra footage not in the final cut, which Bedfield claims to have not filmed. The opening titles now incorporate a logo for "VKTM Kids!" with the accompanying slogan "We don't know what we're doing, so you don't get to know what we're doing." A representative excerpt follows. A young woman is sitting on a hotel bed, wrapping paper discarded on the sheets beside her. She is reaching into a box in her lap. Still frame from Belgian Connection, 1979, reconstructed from the negative. Bedfield: This was going to be the moment. The woman removes a book from a box. The title is unreadable, as is her expression. Bedfield: She had to understand the import of the gift. What I was trying to tell her with it. This was the moment when she'd finally tell me she loved me, that she understood me. The woman shrugs, and replaces the book in the box. She closes the lid, smiles weakly at the camera without making eye contact, stands up and walks out of frame. The camera does not follow. Bedfield: That was going to be the moment. The scene cuts to the following day. The woman is browsing wares at a street vendor's stall. Bedfield: This is where I was going to put the sex scene, but the producers convinced me to save it for the finale. Notes: The film was an emotional portrayal of Bedfield's European vacation with his adopted sister in an attempt to connect. It had no producer, no hotel room scene, and no sex scene. Bedfield checked himself into a mental health facility after reviewing the altered film; embedded Foundation operatives amnesticized him. A notice was placed in the local newspapers on behalf of the local film community, wishing him well and attributing his breakdown to stress and overwork. Addendum 5379-2, Incident Report: On 07/02/1979 the Director of Site-43, Dr. V.L. Scout, received a redline telephone call from a man claiming to be privy to sensitive information about both GoI-5889 and the SCP Foundation. Agents detained Little Rock resident Dr. Allan J. McInnis at Site-73 in Texas, and Dr. Scout traveled from Canada to question him. A partial transcript of their conversation can be found below. Interview Transcript Date: 07/02/1979 Investigating Agent: Site Director Dr. V.L. Scout [Excerpt begins.] Dr. Scout: Forgive the cliché, but you're obviously not from around here. McInnis: Clichés are the building blocks of communication, doctor. But yes, I'm from England. My people are from England. Most of us stayed there, but a few left for Canada and one, only one, left for America. My uncle, Morris Brown. Dr. Scout: The recently-deceased Morris Brown. Is that why you're here? McInnis: Yes. You mentioned clichés? I received a letter from a lawyer a few months back, stating that I had been appointed the executor of my uncle's estate. Dr. Scout: That's how you discovered the photographs. McInnis: Quite so. I knew there was something wrong the instant I saw them. My uncle couldn't have scribbled those notes. Dr. Scout: You two were close? McInnis: I'd never met the man. Dr. Scout: Then how…? McInnis: I met his house. It was immaculate. Spotless. Everything in its place. He wasn't the sort to drive invective into a photograph, is my point here. He was the sort, if my parents are to believed, to let it fester in his heart until no-one could stand to share a room with him. He was also a diarist, and I had copious examples of his handwriting to compare with that angry scrawl. It was his hand, but it wasn't his… style. Dr. Scout: So, you suspected vandalism. McInnis: No. Dr. Scout: No? It's what you told the police. McInnis: There were no signs of forced entry, and as I said, the house was in order. I filed the incident away for later. Dr. Scout: You have a very orderly mind. McInnis: Thank you. In any case, my uncle had also left behind a roll of blank camera film and a few blank video cassette tapes, all VKTM-branded. I decided I would use the film, in my uncle's camera, to document his possessions as his executor. Dr. Scout: Oh. McInnis: Yes. I'll spare you all the gory details, but one example should suffice. When I had the film developed, the photograph I'd taken of a lovely wicker basket my mother had once made for my uncle was covered with a few choice sentences in my own neat handwriting: "Mother loved him better. Father never knew." Dr. Scout: …well. Ah, this is going to be a delicate— McInnis: I'd had my suspicions. There was a reason my uncle moved to America, and families talk. I naturally developed — no pun intended — the hypothesis that the film carried anomalous properties. Dr. Scout: …you do have an orderly mind. McInnis: It was the only sensible conclusion. I did want to know if the police had seen any other evidence of this paranormal activity, so I submitted the photograph to them as evidence of vandalism. I was astonished at how quickly what should have been a shocking story was swallowed up by red tape. I take it that was your doing? Dr. Scout: No comment. McInnis: It was your doing. I assumed I was being watched, so I quietly dropped the matter and returned to work. Dr. Scout: The inventory. McInnis: No, actual work. My uncle left precious little money behind, and I needed to get a job. My background is in communications, you understand, so I attached myself to a local public relations firm connected with film and television productions. Dr. Scout: For no reason specifically, I'm sure. McInnis: I'll admit I was hoping to have my suspicions confirmed, but I was surprised how easily it happened. Within a week I'd met a local affiliate who had run that absurd commercial without remembering ever agreeing to it, and a filmmaker who claimed his amateur film had been somehow vandalized by his tape recorder. I was fascinated. Dr. Scout: Not afraid? McInnis: I fear mundanity, not absurdity. Now, in my time at the firm I'd befriended a fellow HR specialist, a woman named Sarah Walker. She was married to a truly boorish idiot… I'm sure you know his name. Dr. Scout: I'm beginning to think I know it thanks to you. McInnis: Quite so. I knew enough about this… magical? Media, to imagine that if I loaned the boor one of my uncle's VKTM tapes, and asked him to record his wedding video onto it for me… Dr. Scout: You used him as an experiment. McInnis: It couldn't have happened to a nicer man, I assure you. He made that video tape, and played it back for his wife and I to make sure it was working correctly… I'm glad I was there. I'd made sure to be there. She very nearly killed him. At any rate, I called you up to make sure you noticed. Thought you could use the help. Dr. Scout: None of this explains how you got our number. McInnis: Ah, well. The second round of commercials came on the television set one day, and I decided to avail myself of the service on offer. I found the local VKTM store, and purchased… Silence on recording. Dr. Scout: Yes? McInnis: I told you I suspected I was being watched? I'm a newspaper reader, Dr. Scout, and I saw those pieces you posted on behalf of Mr. Bedfield. Having heard the real story from the man himself, I knew it was you, whoever you were, and not him. So I cut one of them out, and I took it to the VKTM store, and I asked them to blow it up to poster size for me. Dr. Scout nods, and gestures at a large cardboard tube on the table. Dr. Scout: The agents who brought you in said you were carrying this. May I? McInnis: Please. Dr. Scout pulls out the poster, and lays it on the table. He reads it carefully, then considers it for a moment. Dr. Scout: Can you break your contract with the PR firm, by any chance? [Excerpt ends] The poster contained the Item Number, Object Class, Special Containment Procedures and Description for SCP-5379, including the telephone number and code phrase required to reach MTF Kappa-43 in the case of a sudden manifestation of an SCP-5379 location. (This information was subsequently removed from the file.) It also contained the number of Dr. Scout's redline telephone, which had not been included in SCP-5379's documentation. Addendum 5379-3, Attempted Observation: On 07/03/1979, Dr. Scout offered Dr. McInnis a position at the SCP Foundation if he would assist in the continued surveillance of GoI-5889. Dr. McInnis agreed to these terms, and underwent extensive training over the following three weeks at Site-73. In the meantime, Dr. Scout monitored communications in Little Rock for a recurrence of the SCP-5379 phenomenon. When a third round of commercials was finally aired, Dr. McInnis was summoned back to Little Rock; he was sent to the new VKTM store on 07/28/1979 and instructed to purchase as many different varieties of media as could be found on offer. When Dr. McInnis arrived, however, he found the store completely empty save for a single VHS tape sitting on the reception counter. A complete transcript of the tape's contents follows. Waves of sharp white smoke are radiating off the motionless figure of a man standing in a tiled shower stall. The man is looking down, and the camera only captures the top of his head, which is covered with shampoo suds. There is a constant sound of running water, but no water is running. Video recovered by Dr. McInnis. Man: You should smile more often. Nineteen seconds of silence. Man: Well? What did you expect? The man shakes his head, but does not raise it. Man: This show isn't for you. Thirty-seven seconds of silence. Man: This show is for them. Man: But maybe you got the message anyway? Twelve seconds of extremely loud static; the picture is unaffected, but water begins to spurt from the shower head. It stops when the static stops. Man: And this is just the beginning. The man reaches up to gently massage his scalp. Man: VK Technical Media Solutions. The man abruptly begins to pull the hair away from his scalp, hard. Man: Boys will be boys. As the skin on the man's scalp begins to tear away, the image abruptly cuts out. Wet, biological tearing sounds continue for the next one hundred and twenty-nine seconds. A logo appears for "Vikander-Kneed Technical Media Solutions," with the accompanying slogan "Little Rock, Arkansas: most sexist town in America!" sloppily overlaid on the slogan "Congratulations on the new job, Allan!" Addendum 5379-4, Subsequent Activity: No further VKTM Solutions manifestations occurred in Little Rock. The stores have periodically re-manifested, always in a new urban location, always with a new topical focus and advertising slogan. Examples have included "You earned your trust fund!" (New York City, New York), "Go ahead, say it anyway!" (Boston, Massachusetts) and "Slogans are a valid substitute for morality!" (Las Vegas, Nevada). « SCP-5281-D | Words of Power and Poison | SCP-5734 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5379" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. 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} } 2/5380 LEVEL 2/5380 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5380 Safe Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5380 is kept in Site-53 within its own item locker. SCP-5380 is restricted to personnel with at least Level 2 Clearance. No further containment procedures are necessary. Description: Photo of SCP-5380. SCP-5380 is a homemade snowglobe with a paper divider placed through its center. On both sides of the divider, the phrase "I ❤️ U, Victor" is written. The (recently deceased) individual responsible for creating SCP-5380 has been identified as Leana Hernandez. When shaken, SCP-5380 will shower the area it is located in with snowflakes and paper hearts, similar in appearance to the objects in the snowglobe. Approximately five minutes after the initial activation, all objects created by SCP-5380 proceed to dematerialize, at which point, SCP-5380 is capable of being reactivated for the same effect. At the bottom of SCP-5380, a message dedicated to the individual "Victor Hernandez" has been inscribed, reading: To Victor, my one and only beloved son. "I let you into my world." "…And then, you became my World." —Ashiwarya Patra I hope you'll live a good life. I'm sorry I couldn't be with you more. From, Your Mother. —Leana Addendum 5380-1 — Discovery SCP-5380 was discovered when the individual "Victor Hernandez" (henceforth designated as PoI-1341) was sighted holding it within Metropolis at Metrotown in Burnaby, BC. PoI-1341 was showing the object to his acquaintance when shortly after, SCP-5380 was dropped accidentally. As a result, the entire mall was showered with snowflakes and small paper hearts. Two members of MTF Iota-3 ("Secrecy") were dispatched, utilizing cover story ("Cold Love"). Alongside this, the remaining members of Iota-3 were dispatched to locate and apprehend PoI-1341 and contain SCP-5380. On initial contact, PoI-1341 threatened violence against Iota-3, at which point he was incapacitated and brought into custody. Addendum 5380-2 — Interview Three days after the apprehension of PoI-1341, as well as the containment of SCP-5380, PoI-1341 was interviewed for further information into the anomaly. A recording of the entire interview has been logged. Interviewer: Dr. Ryne Monte Interviewee: Victor Hernandez (PoI-1341) <Begin Log> Dr. Ryne: Good evening, Victor. [PoI-1341 is unresponsive for a few seconds.] PoI-1341: …Evening. [Dr. Ryne smiles faintly before continuing.] Dr. Ryne: Do you mind if we ask you a few questions about SCP-5380? PoI-1341: SCP-5380? Dr. Ryne: Yes, the snowglobe. PoI-1341: …Right. Dr. Ryne: Thank you for cooperating. PoI-1341: (Speaking in a quiet voice.) What a bunch of bullshit. Dr. Ryne: If you could tell us when you came into contact with SCP-53— No, the snowglobe of yours, that'd be a great start. PoI-1341: It was a gift. Dr. Ryne: A gift? From who? PoI-1341: My mom. She died just recently, and it was her last gift to me. Dr. Ryne: I'm… sorry, for your loss. PoI-1341: Don't— (Deep breath) sweat it. It's fine. Not your problem anyways. [Dr. Ryne hesitates to respond.] Dr. Ryne: Do you know how she made it? The snowglobe, I mean. PoI-1341: I don't know. We were too far from each other. [PoI-1341 pauses.] PoI-1341: My mom worked overseas. She went to Korea to teach a bunch of kids English. My dad at the time… he was dead. So my mom thought it was a great idea to work over in Korea, get a good stable job, and transfer the money to me so I could get on with life. I… had no idea she was working on a gift. Dr. Ryne: I see… PoI-1341: Is there anything else? Can I have the snowglobe back? Dr. Ryne: Two more questions. Did she ever make anything like this back at your home? Even in Korea. PoI-1341: …Yeah, she used to make a bunch of glasses and stuff. A real tiring job. She'd always make glass cups, vases, and shit before she moved to Korea. I guess she managed to get her hands on some of the equipment just to make… that last gift. Dr. Ryne: Right… And how about you? Do you know how to make anything like this? PoI-1341: No. I tried it once and failed. Even after, I tried again as a parting gift to my mom. It just never worked out, I guess I'm not really capable, huh? [Dr. Ryne pauses.] Dr. Ryne: I don't think that's what it is, if you don't mind me putting my two cents in. Maybe give it more time and effort. PoI-1341: …I'll try. May I have the gift back now? Dr. Ryne: I'm very sorry, Victor. But we can't give you the snowglobe. PoI-1341: What? Why? Dr. Ryne: It's… a policy thing. [PoI-1341 is stunned] PoI-1341: Policy thing, huh? That's stupid. Dr. Ryne: Look— PoI-1341: My mom and I never got in much contact after she moved, and you're taking the one and only thing that connects us together away from me. Dr. Ryne: Look, Victor. We're sorry, but we just can't hand over the snowglobe. [PoI-1341 takes a deep breath.] PoI-1341: Is it possible if you could… bend the rules a bit? [PoI-1341 pauses.] PoI-1341: Please. Dr. Ryne: Like I said, I'm sorry. We can't hand it over. PoI-1341: (His voice quivers) Right… right, because of your rules. I get it. [Tears form at the corner of PoI-1341's eyes. He slumps down in his chair and his face is facing the ground.] PoI-1341: Then I'm done here, goodbye. <End Log> Shortly after the interview was ended, PoI-1341 was escorted out of the room by on-site security. Addendum 5380-3 — Delivery One month after the initial interview with PoI-1341, a package delivered to Dr. Ryne Monte was found within the Site-53 priority mail drop-off. Inside the package was a snowglobe wrapped in a heavy pile of sawdust. When a member of Foundation staff picked up the snowglobe to deliver it to the recipient, Site-53 and the surrounding area was hit by a rainstorm lasting fifteen minutes; this also caused anomalous indoor rainfall. No further deliveries containing items with similar properties have been received; investigations into the incident are ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5380" by chiifu, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5380. 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: victor.jpg Author: osseous License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: flickr |
SCP-5381 | euclid | Item#: 5381 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Since the impermanent nature of SCP-5381 instances complicates long-term containment, efforts should concentrate on concealing its existence from the public. In the case of an SCP-5381's manifestation, Mobile Task Force Omega-41 "Fieles Difuntos" should move and set a perimeter around the instance in order to prevent encounters with civilians. Any unauthorized witness should be given Class-A amnestics and released. Description: SCP-5381 refers to a small population of spectral entities theorized to be a subspecies of Gashadokuro, a yokai entity endemic to Japan1. So far, SCP-5381 manifestations have only been reported in the Soconusco region of Chiapas, México. SCP-5381 is noteworthy for being the second documented sighting of Gashadokuro outside Japan2 and the first documented population external to the island nation. Similarly to the Japanese Gashadokuro, SCP-5381 instances resemble giant animated human skeletons; the main visual feature distinguishing them is that SCP-5381's bone structure is adorned with patterns resembling traditional Día de Muertos calavera de azúcar3 decorations. Calaveritas de azúcar. SCP-5381 decorations bear resemblance to these decorative patterns. SCP-5381 instances are approximately between 25 and 30 meters tall4. Like their Asian counterparts, SCP-5381 can not be photographed. Interestingly, SCP-5381 exhibits a drastically different behavior from the Japanese Gashadokuro. Research on the exact nature and reason for this divergent behavior is still ongoing. So far 14 SCP-5381 instances have been identified. Each one presents unique physical traits, varying in height, color, and pattern decorations5. Each SCP-5381 individual manifests6 in a different location corresponding to a local cemetery in the Soconusco region of Chiapas, México. These cemeteries belong to towns that were hotspots of Japanese immigration to México during the end of the 19th century and the early 20th century7. It is unknown what conditions originated the SCP-5381 phenomenon and why it is not present in other regions of Mexico with Japanese immigration. Addendum: The following fragments are from Toraji Kusakado's diary, leader of the Enomoto Colony8, is assumed to be the first record of SCP-5381. Foundation Historians are currently studying historical records in order to obtain a clearer picture of the intercultural exchange that gave rise to SCP-5381's speciation process. I have brought dishonor to my name and legacy. While malaria took the life of many of my companions, it was my failure at leadership and planning that doomed our harvest. Yesterday, my remaining countrymen decided to leave me. Some were eager to return to our homeland, and others decided to make this land their new home. I have failed them. I failed Lord Enomoto. I failed Japan… Due to all of my past tribulations, I missed the chance to honor my fallen companions during the Bon9 festival. The Mexicans have a similar tradition on November 2nd so I decided to honor the customs of this land and paid a visit to the local graveyard in the town of Escuintla where my fallen companions rest. I went to the local market to get the materials for a shoryo-dana10. I had trouble choosing appropriate flowers for the altar since I was still unfamiliar with the local varieties. A merchant kindly explained to me that I should use cempasúchil, the flower of the dead. I still remember her fondly for she was not only a joyful spirit, but she was also donning the most peculiar makeup I have seen in this land. For moments, that makeup make me feel as if I was talking to a shinigami. I arrived at the cemetery to clean the graves. I built a makeshift shoryo-dana and placed candles and the cempásuchil flowers on it. I lit the candles and left the food offerings: our traditional dishes to remind them of our homeland, but also pan de muerto11 and some one of those curious skull-shaped candies. I was alone, praying at shoryo-dana when a towering figure emerged from the shadows. I recoiled in fear as I recognized the fearsome Gashadokuro, surely sent by angry spirits to punish me for my failings. I tried to run but my legs were failing me. I tripped on an unmarked grave and fell to the ground and watched in horror as the yokai approached me. I had heard the stories of the Gashadokuro mercilessly biting the head of their unfortunate victims and drinking their blood. I prayed to my ancestors and tried to make peace with my destiny. If being eaten by the yokai was the just punishment for my failing, then so be it. To my surprise, the Gashadokuro did not eat me. Instead it just stood for a while in front of me, inspecting me in a curious manner that seemed almost child-like, before losing interest and wandering around the tombs. I could not believe what miracle could have convinced the demon to spare me. Had it been some intervention from the Kami? Eventually, I realized that, in my initial fear, I had failed to notice something important about this Gashadokuro. It was different from the popular legends and paintings I had seen before. It was even different from Hantā's records. I once had the opportunity to read. Its bones, traditionally supposed to be just bare bones, now bore decorations similar to those put in skull-shaped candies used by Mexicans as offerings to honor their dead. At that moment I realized we had brought the Gashadokuro with us. Alongside our hopes and dreams, we carried also our demons. However, this land and its ritual I had partaken in somehow changed the yokai, healing its terrible anger and satiating its infinite hunger. Seeing this changed creature filled me with a lot of hope, if even the monstrous Gashadokuro could find peace in this place… maybe… then maybe we also have a future here. The decorated Gashadokuro disappeared slowly into the darkness it had emerged. I was left alone again, contemplating the starry night, wondering if I would live to see the day the Rising Sun and the Navel of the Moon finally shine together. Toraji Kusakado November 3rd 1897 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5381" by Kilerpoyo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5381. 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: calavera.jpg Name: File:Calaveras de azúcar XII.jpg Author: J Mndz License: Attribution-ShareAlike 2.0 Generic (CC BY-SA 2.0) Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/jorge_mendez/50398950667/ Footnotes 1. See SCP-2863 for further reference. 2. The other documented sighting outside of Japan was of a single specimen in China in 1938. 3. Skull-shapped sugar or chocolate candy, usually put in Día de Muertos altars as part of an offering to the dead. 4. Generally smaller than the Japanese Gashadokuro which ranges between 30 and 35 meters. 5. Decorations appear to match popular depictions of Dia de Muertos calaveras. At least one of them has been described as wearing headwear resembling of the local sombrero. 6. Manifestations can occur at least twice a month and last approximately 4-5 hours before disappearing. 7. To this day, Japanese surnames are common in the region. 8. First Japanese attempt at migration to Mexico, orchestrated by viscount Takeaki Enomoto with the blessing of the Mexican President Porfirio Díaz. Thirty-five Japanese migrants tried to establish a coffee plantation new the town of Escuintla, in the Soconusco region of Chiapas. This first colony was ultimately a failure due to poor harvests and sicknesses such as malaria, however, it set the precedent for future Nippon migrations to the country. 9. Syncretic Buddhist/Shintoist festival to honor the dead celebrated from August 13th to 16th. It presents similarities to the Mexican Día de Muertos, such as the custom of making altars and food offerings to the deceased and cleaning and decorating family graves. 10. Altar to welcome the spirits during Bon. 11. Traditional Día de Muertos sweetened soft bread shaped like a bun, decorated with bone-shaped pieces. |
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padding: 2vw; } close Info X SCP-5382: "The Cure, and What Ails You" Literature is the best medicine. More by this author! item: SCP-5382 level4/T secret/thaumiel containment class thaumiel {$secondary-text} {$secondary-class} disruption class vlam risk class danger link to memo Item#: {$item-number} Level4 Containment Class: {$container-class} Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-5382-C host instance, c. 1895. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5382-A and SCP-5382-B are contained via SCP-5382-C, which is itself contained via an agreement between the Foundation and PoI-382 ("Thilo Zwist"). The following measures must be taken to reinforce the containment of SCP-5382-B and C, and protect against the effects of SCP-5382-A: To identify instances of SCP-5382-A, heuristic and stochastic investigation of textual media to determine its precise grammatical properties is ongoing; To identify instances of SCP-5382-B, webcrawler I/O-VENENA is collating data from social media and medical systems worldwide; To identify instances of SCP-5382-C, webcrawler I/O-HOKUM is collating data from the internet; The Chair of the Site-43 Archives and Revision Section must correspond with PoI-382 to keep an updated schedule of all forthcoming SCP-5382-C literature; Mobile Task Force Beta-43 ("Con-Trollers") must seek out unresolved cases of SCP-5382-B and administer treatment with SCP-5382-C; Foundation-employed lobbyists must promote proactive cash infusions into moribund text-based media forms, with particular focus on newspapers and magazines. Description: SCP-5382 is a tripartite anomaly: a pair of anomalous, viral semantic effects inhabiting the Germanic branch of the Indo-European language family, and the medical condition they act upon.. Germanic languages include: Afrikaans, Danish, Dutch, English, Faroese, Frisian, German, Icelandic, Limburgish, Low German, Luxembourgish, Norwegian, Scots, Swedish and Yiddish. Over one century of Foundation research has been unable to determine why they function, but the functions themselves have been uniform over time. SCP-5382-A is the cognitive trigger for a progressive medical condition, SCP-5382-B, and SCP-5382-C is the cognitive trigger for its remission. A low percentage of individuals consuming text infested with SCP-5382-A will be infected with SCP-5382-B. Should they then encounter SCP-5382-C, the disorder will be cured immediately. The grammatical structures enabling SCP-5382-A and C are undetermined — it is impossible to "see" where they reside in the infested text, and the lack of a consistent profile suggests that their linguistic architectures are in constant flux — but their efficacy has been unaffected by the evolution of their host languages over the course of nearly four hundred years. SCP-5382-B, Stage 1. Addendum 5382-1, Pathological Profile: Approximately one third of the human race is potentially susceptible to SCP-5382-A, and therefore capable of contracting SCP-5382-B. (No such individual has ever proven immune to SCP-5382-C.) The disorder carries a variety of apparently random symptoms, but six remain constant between all cases: Green discolouration of the sclera in the first stage Blue discolouration of the fingernails in the second stage Yellow discolouration of the lips in the third stage Orange discolouration of the skin in the fourth stage Red discolouration of the skeleton, and fatal internal temperature, in the fifth stage.Fifth stage discolouration has been determined via autopsy. Medical professionals unaffiliated with the Foundation have been unable to recognize SCP-5382-B as anomalous, or to treat it, in 100% of recorded cases. Addendum 5382-2, Semantic Profile: PoI-382, Thilo Zwist, has disseminated the textual cure for SCP-5382-B through a wide variety of disreputable literature since the late seventeenth century. Under thirty-four known pseudonyms he has created newspaper and magazine advertisements, billboards, pamphlets, flyers, signage, paperback novels, television commercials and websites all infested with the SCP-5382-C semantic trigger. Consuming a sufficient portion of this text immediately sends SCP-5382-B into remission. SCP-5382-C host instance, 2020. SCP-5382-C is primarily embedded in print advertisements mimicking contemporaneous examples of pseudoscience, health fraud, or "quackery." PoI-382 has advertised the sale of dozens of dubious products supposedly capable of curing dozens of spurious conditions; the products are real, and can be purchased, but they do not possess the advertised utility. Only reading the promotional literature containing SCP-5382-C cures SCP-5382-B. SCP-5382-C has one secondary effect: it induces sufferers of SCP-5382-B to purchase the advertised product. The products themselves deploy a third, benign semantic trigger which motivates consumers to swear off further patronage of pseudoscience in the future. This fourth element, technically SCP-5382-D, has not been deemed so overt as to require containment; in fact, as it discourages magical thinking, it actually provides a minuscule but meaningful reinforcement to the Veil. PoI-382's advertisements describe his products and the afflictions they supposedly cure in exceptionally vague language. Said afflictions are typically referred to using pre-existing terminology properly belonging to both real and debunked medical conditions, though a small percentage refer to entirely non-medical concepts. Terms employed have included, but are not limited to: aerotoxic syndrome ague apoplexy bone shave Bronze John chilblains communism. In Fifty Thousand Words to Defeat the Red Menace, a mass market paperback novel published in 1971 supposedly capable of "defusing the threat to international life and liberty currently festering behind the Iron Curtain" if read. dropsy electromagnetic hypersensitivity grippe hambumps Herbsthausen syndrome the Kaiser. In a series of patriotic posters published during the Great War. king's evil Lou Dobbs disease. In an online sensitivity seminar entitled "How to Not Be Lou Dobbs" subsequently adopted, with minor modifications, by the Foundation for internal use. lumbago the Mondays. In Polk the Lazy Cat, a comic strip published daily between 1962 and 1987. morgellons penumbral defenestration reticulated splines scrumpox tension myositis syndrome quinsy vertebral subluxation wandering womb The product's brand changes with each new malady it is supposed to correct, and the prose employed is deliberately florid and imprecise. These characteristics cause most individuals encountering PoI-382's publications to quickly dismiss and forget them. Nevertheless, due to the SCP-5382-C effect, individuals afflicted with SCP-5382-B will immediately recognize PoI-382's products as the solution to their medical difficulties, and will waste no time in attempting to secure samples — at which point they have already been cured. Addendum 5382-3, Historical Profile: A report on SCP-5382 was commissioned in recognition of the one hundredth anniversary of Dr. V. Lesley Scout's employment by the SCP Foundation. As its contents provide valuable context for this Special Containment Procedures file, it has been appended here in abridged form by order of the All-Sections Chief of Site-43. The Shadow of Herbsthausen: V. Lesley Scout, Thilo Zwist and SCP-5382 Harold R. Blank, PhD Chair, Archives and Revision Section SCP Foundation Lake Huron Research and Containment Site-43 This document incorporates excerpts from the private correspondence and papers of Dr. V. Lesley Scout and his contemporaries, made possible by the diligent research of my colleagues at A&R and the cooperation of the Records and Information Security Administration. Dr. V. Lesley Scout, c. 1914. The SCP Foundation hired Dr. Vivian Lesley Scout on the day of his second thesis defense, 1 April 1915. He had already achieved a PhD in toxicology at the University of Cardiff, Wales, but it was this second doctorate in history at the University of New Brunswick which brought him to Foundation attention. Dr. Scout had traced the trajectory of a secretive sect of "linguistic poisoners" from the thirteenth century to their complete eradication during the Thirty Years War of 1618-1648. This order was only attested in sources from the Holy Roman Empire,.Pre-modern Germany. where they were known as the Giftschreiber. Dr. Scout had initially assumed that the poison words in question were propagandistic, and his completed thesis reflected this assumption. In private correspondence with Dr. Wynn Rydderech in Cardiff, however, he admitted to certain alternative suspicions which he was uncomfortable positing in academia. It sounds absurd, but I suspect that these Giftschreiber might have actually possessed some linguistic means of delivering a physical payload. When one considers their ultimate fate, at the hands of their own people, it is difficult to imagine they were mere agitators. - V. Lesley Scout Foundation operatives in the Canadian federal government's wartime censorship office intercepted this correspondence, and Dr. Scout was immediately offered a consultation position with the Foundation. He became an inaugural member of Historical Review Group CLIO-4 on 5 April 1915, a joint academic project between five Canadian universities and a covert Foundation think-tank. CLIO-4's purpose was to uncover discrepancies in the historical record which might represent heretofore-unidentified anomalous objects. At Falconer University in Toronto, under the auspices of CLIO-4-A, Dr. Scout immediately began investigating the Giftschreiber again. With access to SCPF resources he was able to confirm his belief that the word-poisoners had in fact used anomalous linguistics as a tool of open warfare against the French. They were subsequently suppressed in 1645 by Bavarian general Franz von Mercy during the Battle of Herbsthausen, ostensibly due to traitors in their ranks. In late October 1916, while cross-referencing historical newspaper reports with contemporary journalism, Dr. Lys Reynders developed a series of unusual psychosomatic symptoms in addition to discolouration of her sclera. She, and all other members of CLIO-4-A, were placed into individual quarantine. As a safety precaution, the materials Dr. Reynders had been investigating were subjected to the early twentieth-century equivalent of memetic testing. She was denied further access to these materials, in hopes of stabilizing her condition. Instead, on 1 January 1917, she was superheated by her own skeletal structure and expired. Et in Canada ego. We each must serve, each in our own way. Still… such waste, such bloody stupid waste, on an ever-growing trans-continental heap of the same. - V. Lesley Scout, diary entry, 01/01/1917 This setback resulted in the complete redirection of CLIO-4's investigations away from the Giftschreiber and towards suppressing public knowledge of the esoteric war technologies being fielded by Imperial Germany and the Austro-Hungarian Empire. (Efforts were made simultaneously to sabotage the development of similar technologies in Canada and the United States.) Historical research unrelated to military applications did not resume until 11 November 1918: Armistice Day. Lacking effective antimemetic countermeasures, and under the assumption that Dr. Reynders had contracted her illness from the eighteenth-century documents she'd been studying, CLIO-4 refocused its efforts on contemporary material. In 1920 Dr. Scout discovered a series of newspaper advertisements for a patent medicine called "SAL-U-TEM" which had experienced a meteoric rise from obscurity to celebrity over the course of the war. SAL-U-TEM advertisement, Sloth's Pit Fabulist, 13 July 1919.. The Greek city of Candia, now Heraklion, did not boast a school of medicine until the establishment of the University of Crete in the 1970s. The Principality of Andorra, being a principality, has neither kings nor queens. No European monarchy has ever officially titled its heads of state "Regis" or "Regina." The image used to represent "Doctor Braun" is a sketch of Sir Mackenzie Bowell, Prime Minister of Canada from 1894 to 1896. Dr. Scout doubted that true sufferers of "catarrh," an inflammation of the mucous membranes, were the intended targets of these peculiar testimonials. Similarly suspicious were frontier newspaper records describing a traveling salesman by the name of "Doctor Bromide" who dispensed bottles of snake oil on both sides of the border until 1907. His "Asclepian Alcohol" was supposedly capable of curing "scrumpox" (herpes glatiatorum), and he sold it from a caravan profusely decorated with verbose textual testimonials. Ads for SAL-U-TEM were still running in newspapers across the Anglosphere, so on 17 March 1920 Dr. Scout mailed the following letter to the provided address: To whom it may concern, It has come to my attention that persons operating under the auspices of one "Doctor Braun" or "Doctor Bromide" have been supplying dubious pharmaceutics for the treatment of even more dubious maladies. I represent an organization tasked with securing unusual threats to public health and protecting the body politic from them; I would very much like to meet with you and discuss your work. - Dr. V. Lesley Scout He received a response on 26 March: Madam, I regret to inform you that your missive of Wednesday last lacked the means to meet my fee, to wit, $5. As this endeavour is not possible without the kind support of sufferers such as yourself, I must reluctantly decline to assist you. - Dr. Ira Braun, MD, PhD Dr. Scout immediately re-drafted his letter and re-sent it, this time enclosing $5. He received the following in response on 3 April: Sir, When an envelope as light as yours arrives, I always reply with that form letter. My correspondents are many, my limited manpower is badly over-committed and my time is, in one sense at least, short. As to the origins of my enterprise, I elect to keep mum. My purpose, however, I will elucidate: to bring peace to the sufferers of progressive hypercholeritic paroxysm wherever they might be found. This is a service I have provided since time immemorial; G_d willing, I shall continue to provide it for generations hence. - Thilo Zwist Dr. Scout followed up on 4 April with the following: Mr. Zwist, My staff have just discovered a medical publication from 1729 which gives every indication of having come from the hand of Doctor Bromide. If that is in fact the case, you yourself would appear to be one of the unusual threats I am sworn to investigate. Please indicate immediately when and where we might meet. - Dr. V. Lesley Scout No reply was received, and subsequent letters were returned unopened. The Chirurgeon's Codex, frontispiece. Research into the Chirurgeon's Codex and its anomalous properties would reveal the depth of the Giftschreiber phenomenon to CLIO-4 in 1927. The Codex, to which Dr. Scout had obliquely referred in his correspondence with Zwist, was a volume of eighteenth-century medicinal remedies. It had been supplied to practicing physicians across the western world for a very high fee — five English pounds — between 1717 and 1741. Most of this fee was waived if the physician signed an affidavit agreeing to display the book's frontispiece to any patients displaying "verdant whites of the eye, cerulean fingernails, jaundiced lips, or an orange epidermis." This was flagged for its conformity with the symptoms experienced by Dr. Reynders and three further civilian patients, as was Zwist's mention of "progressive hypercholeritic paroxysm." Imprudent cross-referencing resulted in a second CLIO-4-A researcher contracting SCP-5382 in June of 1927. Dr. Scout again enacted quarantine measures when Dr. Theo Dorion, suddenly suffering from acute appendicitis in addition to green sclera, arrived at the daily briefing. Dr. Dorion broke free of security personnel upon noticing a copy of the Codex in the briefing room, crying "That's it! That's it!" He seized the book, he opened the cover, and his symptoms began to subside. Dr. Scout, by now the Director of Project CLIO, ordered the entire Historical Review Group to investigate the Codex and its putative author, a "Dr. Alexander Scoffield." Drawing on his doctoral research, he theorized that the products on offer in each case — the patent medicines and the medicinal knowledge in the Codex — were merely lures. The cure, like the disease, was textually-transmitted. Tolliver Brumley's Almanack, 1838. Tentatively — as no containment procedures yet existed — the anomaly was classified SCP-382 in 1928; Thilo Zwist was simultaneously classified Person of Interest 382. (This paper will henceforth employ the anomaly's present-day classification, SCP-5382.) A lack of assets trained in espionage, tracking or combat in Canada hamstrung early efforts to locate and secure Zwist. While he often personally delivered his advertisements to the publications which printed them, he also consistently erased his presence using what were presumed to be memetic techniques. Mail sent to the addresses he provided invariably reached him if left unobserved, and languished unnoticed in the postal system if observed. Said addresses never corresponded to actual physical locations, raising the question of how the mail was delivered at all. By the global stock market crash of 1929 which marked the beginning of the Great Depression, Dr. Scout and CLIO-4 had sketched a rough timeline of Giftschreiber activity. The only major gap, between the Battle of Herbsthausen and the advent of Doctor Bromide, was filled with the discovery of Tolliver Brumley's Calendar Almanack. Between the sixteenth and nineteenth centuries, booklets dispensing folk wisdom, teaching agricultural techniques, propagating superstitions and advertising products — almanacs — were the most popular and widespread form of media in the western world. Producers of patent medicine (con artists like Doctor Bromide) made frequent use of this format. When PoI-382 created his own almanac in 1824, therefore, he was able to use it to introduce his alter ego's product as well. In the interwar years SCP-5382-C (the cure) was typically transmitted through billboard advertising: Angela Mercy's Guaranteed Genuine Restorative Linament advertisement, c. 1931. With the decline of printed media during the Depression, this was again the most effective means of reaching sufferers of SCP-5382-B (the disease). The character of "Angela Mercy" played on maternal stereotypes best exemplified by the person of Florence Nightingale, which were already oversaturated to the point of cliché in western discourse. Might that surname, its wordplay value notwithstanding, have been a form of posthumous vengeance by the Giftschreiber on Franz von Mercy for the massacre at Herbsthausen? - V. Lesley Scout, diary entry, 06/21/1937 Dr. Scout, c. 1943. In 1940 the CLIO project expanded beyond North America, and it was discovered that Zwist's work could be found in German, Dutch, and Norwegian print. English examples far outnumbered those in other Germanic language media, however, for unknown reasons. On the strength of his successes with CLIO-4, and emphasizing the importance of monitoring this and similar phenomena worldwide, Dr. Scout proposed the creation of a new dedicated research facility on the southeastern shore of Lake Huron in 1941. With the background noise of the Second World War making covert operations a simple matter, this proposal was successful. Provisional Site-43 was constructed underground between 1942 and 1943, though not without incident (see SCP-5494 for further details). Dr. Scout and Dr. Rydderech, his colleague from Cardiff, served as co-Directors until the latter's disappearance in 1966. CLIO-4 was reorganized into the Archives and Revision Section of the new Site, and remained focused on identifying historical anomalies with present-day implications. With access to the personnel and equipment of a Foundation Site, Dr. Scout was able to commission two mobile task forces: MTF Alpha-43 ("Witch Hunters") and Beta-43 ("Con-Trollers"). He personally led several raids with each unit, attempting to capture Zwist as he delivered the anti-war cartoons of "Mr. Gloss" to the printer. These raids were never successful; agents successfully approaching Zwist would soon lose interest and allow him to escape without later being able to explain why, and all subjects detained for questioning were universally unaware of his existence. At the close of the Second World War, Dr. Scout reflected on the Foundation's role in maintaining the new world order: It was once my favourite pub joke, that the German word for poison is gift. "What more do you need to know about them?" I would bellow. It drew big laughs at university… during the early months of the Great War, even bigger. Any joke at the Hun's expense was a surefire winner with the patriotic crowd, and the patriotic crowd was everyone. It became much less amusing when we received the Kaiser's gifts at Ypres..The Germans first used chlorine gas against Canadian and French troops at the Second Battle of Ypres, 22 April 1915. Are we, though, any better for being late to the game? You should hear Banting, dreaming about all the Huns he could strangle if we'd prioritize his gas research..Sir Frederick Grant Banting, Acroamatic Abatement Section researcher and co-discoverer of insulin with Charles Herbert Best. I keep that fixed in my mind, and the shame I feel at my little joke, whenever I doubt that the Foundation must remain neutral, focused, unprejudiced. These are the anchors of my conscience. We have a singular purpose, and must not be swayed from it… we have little in common with imperial war machines and much in common, I believe, with the peculiar grammar of the Giftschreiber and its saving grace. - V. Lesley Scout, diary entry, 05/01/1945 Hammond Washburn, selected works. "Mr. Gloss" gave way to Hammond Washburn, the acerbic author of "moral panic" paperback novels and magazine stories, in the 1940s and early 1950s. Washburn delivered scathing assessments of perceived moral and spiritual degeneracy in the post-war western world, and sold subscriptions to a newsletter containing his advice for living a clean, patriotic, upright life. The first of these broadsides, the article "Winning the War and Losing Our Children," was published in Verve! on 8 May — VE Day — 1945..Victory in Europe Day, the date of Germany's surrender to the Allies at the close of the Second World War. As Washburn's canon grew his works became more and more nonsensical, attacking everything from single motherhood to planned economies to carpal tunnel syndrome. Interpreting this as the imminent breakdown of a creative mind, Dr. Scout wrote the following letter to Thilo Zwist on the first anniversary of V-P Day, 14 August 1946..Victory in the Pacific Day, the date of Japan's surrender to the Allies after the atomic bombings of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The date is 15 August outside of North America, due to time zone differences. Thilo, What does peace mean to you? One year ago we entered the age of mass murder by cold calculation. What fruit will grow from the seeds of atomic horror? I cannot be the only one seeking guidance at this terrible moment in history. Do you ever wonder what else you might have done with your life, with all the lives you've apparently lived, and yet have not lived, since your chase began? Do you ever get tired of running? I have seen you peddle pap for thirty years now, and from time to time it seems to me your determination flags. I don't know if you're bored, unfulfilled, or what… I do know that you've been lashing out, more and more, and I wonder if you're plagued (forgive me my little jokes) with the same doubts I'm plagued with. Would you like to talk about it? - Vivian On the 9th of September, he received a response. Vivian, I've had trouble sleeping, these past two years. I have lost faith. How obvious, how blunt, how pathetic can I make these appeals without triggering what I thought was a natural human impulse, the tendency to doubt? How far down can I dumb my rhetoric before it fails to function? Is there a treatment so imbecilic, so inane, so preposterously useless that my patients will not fall over themselves to purchase it? Of course, there is not. They buy my snake oil. They buy your disinformation. They bought Hitler's promises and Churchill's blandishments and Stalin's ideology and Roosevelt's… inability to deliver a good speech, if we're being honest. It's no great achievement to sell something to these people. It doesn't take a magician to spark their worst impulses, to press their buttons. And it only takes the press of a button to end a war with nuclear fire. Had I ever been a scientist, the shame I would feel now would surely kill me. The pursuit of knowledge has made terrorists of us all. Three months ago I placed the most transparent ad of my career, a veritable "come and get me" in Life magazine. For one terrific moment of weakness, I actually wanted you to catch me. I changed my mind at the moment of crisis, when the issue hit the stands, when it was too late to change anything. But even then… I was disappointed that you didn't come. I've doubted my resolve every day since then. I've been fighting my own mistakes since before your ancestors came to this continent, and for the first time in centuries I fear I might actually lose. I am not a warrior… I am not even a doctor. I am a writer, and my once-unassailable faith in the power of writing has been sorely tested by the march of days. I will answer your letters, if you will resume your search. I cannot allow you to find me, but I must ask that you try. - Thilo Dr. Scout resumed his MTF operations in earnest, and Site-43 began using PoI-382 as a training subject for the Pursuit and Suppression Section. Though Zwist was never captured, the exercise of avoiding his pursuers appeared to energize him. He redoubled his efforts over the next two decades. In a tongue-in-cheek attempt to shore up the popularity of newspapers, which had suffered serious circulation losses after the invention of television, Zwist created a comic strip in 1962. Unlike his contemporaries (or Mr. Gloss) with their detailed line work and impeccable draftsmanship, the imaginary cartoonist "Wil Deaver" was an opportunistic hack: "Polk the Lazy Cat," The Grand Bend Scribe, 21 October 1984. While the comic was overwhelmingly popular, and Zwist was able to fund all of his other projects with the proceeds from his merchandising efforts, he found it creatively unrewarding and would terminate it unceremoniously in 1987..By this time several equally commercial, less overtly-caustic copycats had begun publication. He continued to complain to Dr. Scout about the drudgery of modern media production, waxing nostalgic about his days as Doctor Bromide. He nevertheless remained coy about his origins, and the nature of his longevity. SECURITY CLEARANCE LEVEL 5 REQUIRED FOR FURTHER REVIEW » RE-CERTIFY CLEARANCE CREDENTIALS AND EXPAND » CREDENTIALS CONFIRMED Scattered hints can, however, be found. The following letter arrived (attached to a large package) at Site-43 on 1 April, 1965: Viv, How goes the hunt? Today, unless my calcified brain has finally failed me, marks the fiftieth anniversary of your advent as a G-man. (I believe that's the present, popular term for it. Hammond Washburn would be so ashamed of me for saying such a thing.) I wish you good fortune for the coming year of research, development and pursuit, knowing that each one means much more to you than it does to me. I've had quite my fill, to be honest. Should you be losing your taste for adventure (heaven forfend!) I've included a bottle of something refreshing with this missive. I acquired a private stock some several generations ago, but haven't had anyone to share it with 'til now. Enjoy it in good health! - Thilo The bottle was not found among Dr. Scout's personal effects upon his death in 1997. It is possible that he simply discarded it, as he was neither a drinking man nor particularly sentimental; reports that Drs. Scout and Rydderech were seen drinking together on the shoreline of Lake Huron, celebrating the end of Site-43's provisional status, have gone unconfirmed. By the 1970s Zwist was making no effort at all to disguise the farcical, fraudulent nature of the products he was hawking. Consider, for example, this 1977 advertisement: Reiki Rick's advertisement, The Yorkshire Slug, 14 June 1977. None of Reiki Rick's "healing crystals" were actually crystals. Most were instead semi-precious stones, which Zwist had purchased from the souvenir shop at a French wildlife refuge.. Examples include aventurine, hematite, white onyx and, on one occasion, talc. The product was nevertheless soon in high demand, comparable to the pet rock craze of the same period — even among non-sufferers of SCP-5382-B. It soon became obvious to both correspondents that the public appetite for pseudoscientific cures and devices was ravenous: I'm perpetually impressed at how well Thilo adapts himself to the times. I was watching a James Randi rerun on television last night, debunking a man who claimed he could bend spoons with his mind, and when the commercial break rolled along there was an ad for a psychic named Joseph Heino. He had this whole spiel about how people carry the psychic guilt of their ancestors with them from generation to generation, and he was capable of interceding on their behalf by severing the connection. Relief for the spirit, for one easy payment of five dollars. Heino's Interspatial Interdiction Service, 1984. Still five dollars. All the viewer had to do was send away for a questionnaire, which would come in the mail within a week, fill the thing out and send it back. Presumably semantic trigger "C" is in the commercial, and "D" is in the questionnaire; we'll send away for a copy, of course, but I'm sure we won't learn a damn thing. Just like I'm sure this was him. Not going to bother asking. He doesn't even have to try to make this stuff unappealing, at this point. He's advertising séances to people who've just watched the greatest skeptic alive skewer a parapsychological fraud in front of a live studio audience. Nobody in their right mind would send Mr. Heino a letter. Of course, he and I have often differed re: how many people in their right minds our world presently contains. But after all these years, after everything I've seen and done, even writing to him every other day… it's still comforting, every time, to be reminded that he's out there. Doing what he does. The good work. V. Lesley Scout, diary entry, 08/21/1984 The Archives and Revision Section of Site-43 had continually grown since the days of CLIO-4, at least partially thanks to the persistent research and training value of the SCP-5382 phenomenon. Dr. Scout supervised my own doctoral thesis between 1991 and 1995, and I joined A&R at Site-43 one year before his retirement in 1996. At that point, he surrendered the SCP-5382 dossier and its management to me. When Dr. Scout died on 1 April 1997, at the age of one hundred and twelve, Thilo Zwist was in the process of replacing his myofacial trigger point dry needling advertisements with a new aromatherapy campaign. The Director of Site-43 was afforded a substantial funeral in the park above his underground facility; as an exclusion zone had been in place since 1995, secrecy was unnecessary. It was there that I encountered a wizened but spry old man, who agreed to answer a few questions on the condition that I meet with him alone on the shore of Lake Huron. The following is a partial transcript of our conversation. PoI-382, 3 April 1997. Zwist: This is what peace means to me, Vivian. Dr. Blank: I beg your pardon? Zwist: Nothing. Ask your questions. Dr. Blank: Could you state your name and place of birth, for the record? Zwist: My name is Thilo Zwist. I was born in the village of Amstetten, Austria. Dr. Blank: In what year? Zwist: 1622. Dr. Blank: You're a long way from home, doctor. In more ways than one. Zwist: I go where my work takes me. Dr. Blank: And what is your work, precisely? Zwist: I am shadowboxing the dead hand of my past. Dr. Blank: Precisely, please, not poetically. Zwist smiles. Zwist: I have kept my secrets for nearly four centuries. Why would I reveal them to you, if I wouldn't reveal them to… Zwist stops smiling. Dr. Blank: He spent his entire life chasing after you. You can give him this one last gift. Make our expanded understanding a part of his legacy. Silence. Zwist: Very well. I will tell you of the Giftschreiber. Dr. Blank: You're going to tell me a story? Zwist: No, I have told too many stories. I am going to tell you the truth. In my youth, I was apprenticed to a man named Keil. The village signwriter. His signs were not things of beauty… they were simple, direct, and very busy. Many words. A merchant might order a sign for their grocery, and receive a placard with an endless list of sundry goods imprinted upon it. The burgomaster might ask Keil to inscribe words of wisdom on the pediment of a public building, and he would carve a piece of inscrutable poetry. I never understood why his services were in such high demand, though I did, after a time, observe that the institutions which patronized him enjoyed unusual success, however they measured it. When the army came to us in 1644, we made banners for them. Dr. Blank: "We"? Zwist: Keil explained to me, once satisfied with my loyalty and skill, that his signs and banners were magical. That he and others like him belonged to an ancient, secret society, the Schriftsteller. The Writers. They were magicians, men and women who could bend the very laws of language to achieve certain effects. Dr. Blank: That is indeed what writers do. Zwist: Not like this. The words of the Schriftsteller could make you think, make you feel, even make you fall to your knees, in a way you could never resist. Even a passing glance, and you were lost. Dr. Blank: So, they could make you buy things. Do things. Zwist: Yes, or they could make your eyes burst, your stomach boil, your teeth fall out. That was something they could do, but it was not something they would do. None except the Giftschreiber, the Poison-Writers, the outcasts. There were not many of them, and they did not last long… their fire burned both ways, as fire does. We stood on guard against them, and swore never to abuse our gifts. Dr. Blank: Unless the local greengrocer asked you to. Zwist: It was a service. I never claimed it was a noble undertaking. Dr. Blank: That certainly explains Polk the Lazy Cat. Zwist: Please, don't… don't say that name again. Dr. Blank: So, you were inducted into Keil's order? Zwist: Yes. When he realized that the Bavarian army was recruiting all of the Schriftsteller, conscripting us to fight against the French, he hurriedly revealed the mysteries to me and swore me to secrecy. He needed allies. He hoped that we might convince the army that our powers were of limited use to them. If we were careful, and clever, we could appear to do our duty without committing… atrocities. Dr. Blank: Could you? Franz von Mercy. Zwist: For a time, but it didn't matter. The generals, in particular Franz Freiherr von Mercy, were convinced that we could eradicate the French completely if we unleashed our full potential. We had crafted him banners which raised the morale of all who marched beneath them, ornate barding for his horses which gave the men courage, field manuals endowing his officers with tactical genius. None of this was enough. He wanted Keil, and the others, to make for him a banner which would strike the French stone dead when they beheld it. Zwist pauses. Zwist: He wanted us to become Giftschreiber, each and every one of us. Dr. Blank: And that didn't happen. Zwist: No, that didn't happen. We would not do it. But it didn't matter… his agents scoured the empire, recruiting the few Giftschreiber who had survived in the wilderness and escaped our censure. He pressed them into service… I am sorry to say, they were not sorry to serve. At Freiburg, in 1644, they burned over five thousand men alive in their own skins. And not just men. Not just soldiers. Silence. Zwist: von Mercy knew, at Freiburg, that the Giftschreiber were the key to Bavarian victory in the war. Only a few of them survived, however; the French fought well, in spite of their supernatural setback. The general harangued us for months, demanding that we escalate our contributions. We begged ignorance, incompetence. We could not do as he asked. We were not capable. It wasn't a lie, not really. On the first of May, 1645, at Herbsthausen, von Mercy snapped. He confined us to our tent, withheld our rations, and called us traitors. Still, we would not help him. In desperation, Keil ordered me to escape. I had some skill with deception, with avoiding or deflecting notice. That much may already be in your files. Dr. Blank: Very much so. Zwist: We didn't possess enough materials to truly weaponize our words, to break free of our bondage, and in any event we were reluctant to act against our own people. I slipped away, and made for the French ranks. I would offer them my services, to secure the release of my comrades and the surrender of the Bavarian army. I failed. Dr. Blank: You tried to join the enemy? Zwist: They were not my enemies, not anymore. What we could do, it was… it was beautiful. It had such potential. Not to sell dry goods, or prop up politicians, but to uplift all mankind through the power of words. With the right words, was there anything we could not accomplish? Could we not end this bloody, stupid war? One fifth of my countrymen were dead before it ended, you know. Dr. Blank: Yes. Zwist: And all but one of the Schriftsteller. Though he had become Giftschreiber, in the end. Zwist pauses. Zwist: I had no sooner crested the ridge behind the camp when they set fire to the tent. He pauses again. Zwist: The soldiers encircled the inferno, sabres at the ready. Those unlucky few who burst forth into the camp, they were run through. Every last one of them. Every last one of us. All except for me. He removes his glasses and pinches the bridge of his nose. Zwist: I was young. I had not been fully trained. There hadn't been… there was never enough time, do you understand? I knew only a little. Only enough to be dangerous. My family… I had just watched them die. I had just watched my dream die. I felt in that moment that the war would never end, that we would all die screaming, fire in our veins, our hatred consuming us from within. I fell to my knees. I looked down upon the army, at the blaze, at the blades, and I poured my own hatred upon them. I cursed them. Dr. Blank: The army. Zwist: No. Dr. Blank: …the Germans. Zwist: The German language. The banners and flags we had crafted for von Mercy, blowing in the same breeze that fanned the flames of Keil's funeral pyre. Every regimental insignia, every sign, every marked crate and barrel in the camp which I had seen over the past few months. I poured everything I had, everything I was in that terrible moment into my curse. I made myself a part of it. I… infected the grammar. I don't know if you can understand that. Dr. Blank: I think I can. Your curse didn't stop there. Zwist: No. As I said, I was young, inexperienced. A dangerous fool, more powerful than I could have imagined. More powerful in that moment, perhaps, than I ever have been since. I cursed the German language, and all its children, unto the nth generation. Dr. Blank: It spread like wildfire. Zwist: Even now, I do not know how. My flawed, fractured curse crawled across the roads and trails from Herbsthausen to the edges of the empire, veins fed from a poisoned heart. It was days before I realized my mistake; it was months before I realized its extent. I used my powers to kill only once more, in August, at Nördlingen. You are familiar with the outcome? Dr. Blank: von Mercy died, the Habsburgs were defeated, and the war became a lost cause. Zwist: Though it ground on for three more wasteful, pointless years. I still could not find the right words, you see. Dr. Blank: I take it you killed Von Mercy yourself. Zwist: I can still see him. What I did to him. I will not burden you with the image. I had enough knowledge to comprehend the damage I had done. I could… I told you the curse was a part of me? I could feel it coursing through the words. I could trace it, if I tried. As it spread, I could sense the infections growing. I could even sense where they were. With the rest of the Schriftsteller dead, there was no-one to manage the disaster but myself. It is a virus. It twists and turns, it evolves, it… strains, and I strain to keep up with it, if you'll forgive me my little jokes. Dr. Blank: You sound like someone I know. Zwist: As do you; someone we both know. But yes, I think it is alive, and well, my curse. I may have no degrees, and my training was certainly unorthodox, but I am the only physician who can treat this disease. I knew it for a fact, in 1645. And I had a friend to remind me of that fact, when I briefly lost sight of it. Dr. Blank: And the rest is history. Zwist: Yes, so much history. Dr. Blank: Can you help us to identify the original semantic trigger? The "curse," as you term it? Zwist: I cannot. As I have already implied, it is alive. It lives within the language, grows within the language. I am forever wrestling with myself, in every medium known to man; a part of me is in every word you write. If I said that was sometimes a comfort to me, would you judge me for it? Dr. Blank: Maybe just a little. Ah… Why do you actually sell your products, if the… anti-curse, is written into the advertisements already? Zwist: This is my only trade, doctor. It costs quite a lot of money, to advertise as I do. Both men smile. Dr. Blank: We've determined that these anomalous effects seem to propagate much faster, and evolve much more easily, in English text. Do you know why? Zwist: I have no polite answer for that. Dr. Blank: …fair enough. We've also noticed that your customers tend to swear off pseudoscience after purchasing from you. Is that a part of your magic? Zwist: Yes. My skills remain simple, undeveloped; I will never be a true Schriftsteller, not without my mentors to guide me. But I can do these little things, cure these little poisons which plague human hearts. If we are to remain ignorant, we might just as well all perish in red flame. Silence. Dr. Blank: You've carried this burden alone, for a long time. Zwist: Not quite alone. Do you know, Vivian even suggested a few of my more colourful ailments? My personal favourite was "bicycle face." But it has been difficult… it will be difficult, now, going forward. Most troubling to me is the changing landscape of the written word. It may not be long before the infection is traveling through textual vectors with which I am unfamiliar. The beauty of journalism, yellow or not, was always its sheer reach… I could never match the curse medium-for-medium, but I had a means of transmission accessible to all. The internet is too fractured. I am too small a fish, in too vast a pond. And within a few decades, there may very well be no newspapers left. Dr. Blank: Deservedly so. Zwist: Perhaps, but should we always get what we deserve? Dr. Blank: Good question. You know… I represent an organization tasked with securing unusual threats to public health, and protecting the body politic from them. Zwist smiles sadly. Dr. Blank: I might be able to help you. Will you allow it? Silence on recording. Zwist: Wouldn't you rather put me in a box? Pick my brain, learn my secrets? Dr. Blank: Of course. But you'd boil my guts out, if I tried. Zwist pauses. Zwist: (chuckling) You do remind me of Vivian. Perhaps we can work something out. The advent of the modern internet in the 1990s triggered the most recent transformation of Zwist's business, coinciding with further increases in societal subscription to pseudoscientific beliefs and "quackery." He has sold jade eggs to cure adrenal fatigue, tinfoil hats to ameliorate electromagnetic hypersensitivity, and bottled hexagonal water to reduce the symptoms of wind turbine syndrome. The project continues apace. I think Viv would've been perversely pleased with the latest iteration. Mendacium advertisement, Scout Lake Naturopathy website, 2015. « The Significant Others, Part "B" | Words of Power and Poison | SCP-5494 » |
SCP-5383 | keter | A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 3/5383 LEVEL 3/5383 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5383 Keter Special Containment Procedures: A document listing SCP-5383 is within Site-666 in Las Vegas. Any requests to examine SCP-5383 must be cleared with the research supervisor before being forward to the assigned RAISA operator. Access is restricted to individuals with Level 5/5383 Clearance. Description: SCP-5383 is a specific configuration of cardinal and unpardonable sins1 that results in the user being completely wiped clean of culpability for all sinful acts. All religious and divine barriers placed upon the user for their sins are removed (e.g. their passage into the afterlife). The exact process through which SCP-5383 removes sins is unclear and likely to remain so without the knowledge of a Empyrean-class divine entity. However, the prevailing theory from the Department of Tactical Theology is that the sins committed are so heinous and unforgivable that they were simply not meant to all be performed by one individual. Doing so induces some sort of 'buffer overflow' and results in immediate canonization as a saint of the Catholic Church. While the existence of SCP-5383 had long been suspected by DoTT experts on Christian hamartiology, the specific nature of it was only revealed in June of 1995, within SCP-4661, when a Tartarean-class demonic entity approached the Foundation seeking asylum from the Vatican Relic Recovery Office. INTERVIEWER: Agent Alice Sterling SUBJECT: PoI-5383.1 — "Blaggaroth" STERLING: Good evening, Mr…. "Blaggaroth". BLAGGAROTH: Oh, that's just an ethnic name, you know. You can call me Blag. STERLING: … Right. What can we do for you? BLAGGAROTH: You can, y'know, contain me. Do what you guys do normally. Just slap some handcuffs - you might need a second pair - on me and- STERLING: Slow down. Why would we do that? BLAGGAROTH: I don't know, it's what you guys do? STERLING: We're in Undervegas. If I arrested every demon I saw, half the population and a good tenth of my agents would be in cells. Now the question is, why do you want us to contain you? BLAGGAROTH: [Sigh] I was hoping you wouldn't ask that. STERLING: Out with it. I don't have all day, I have to meet a succubus at 5. [Pause.] Shut up. BLAGGAROTH: Oookay. Well, to make a long story short, I made some very important people at the Vatican very angry. STERLING: The Vatican? BLAGGAROTH: You know, big building in Rome, lots of nice art, creepy old dudes in weird hats? STERLING: I know what the fucking Vatican is, I'm asking how you got to the Vatican from Vegas. BLAGGAROTH: The… history? [Silence.] BLAGGAROTH: Okay, you got me, I was stealing stuff. STERLING: Wow, that was easy. You get caught? BLAGGAROTH: I got in, grabbed the stuff, and got sighted on my way out. Accidentally left the- STERLING: The tools in plain view, yeah, rookie mistake, idiot. And then you traipsed here hoping we'd protect you? BLAGGAROTH: It was sort of a road trip type situation. Me running across an ocean and most of a continent to get to the biggest site of Foundation dominance over demons in the world. An ever-changing slew of Relic Recovery agents on my ass the whole time. Boy, that name is not a lie. They really will do anything to recover those relics. STERLING: Hm… there's something else, isn't there? BLAGGAROTH: What? STERLING: Your horns are twitching. I've interrogated plenty of demons in my time, you're hiding something. BLAGGAROTH: Okay, well… it's possible that, uh, half the demons in this town want to murder and eat me? STERLING: Swindle them and skip town? BLAGGAROTH: It was a pyrmaid scheme. [Pause.] STERLING: You mean a pyramid scheme? BLAGGAROTH: No. Let me tell you, there is a finite number of people you can offload maid outfits- STERLING: [Scoffs] Tell me about it. [Pause.] STERLING: Shut up. I hold all the cards here anyway. You're about to be dead on the street if you don't suck up to me. I basically hold your life in my hands. BLAGGAROTH: White-gloved hands? STERLING: Yeah, whatever. So, why should we protect you? What can you offer us? BLAGGAROTH: Well… the thing I stole from the Vatican archives, here's the thing… it's worthless. STERLING: Then why are you telling me? BLAGGAROTH: Because it's worthless to me, not to you. It's instructions for how to completely wipe yourself clean of all sin, forever, and then it canonizes you on top of that. No way you're missing the escalator to heaven once you've done this. STERLING: Why can't you use it? BLAGGAROTH: I'm a demon. What the hell am I gonna do in heaven? Sip communion wine and check out the hot nuns? STERLING: Touche. Hmm… what's the catch? BLAGGAROTH: What catch? STERLING: There's always a catch. BLAGGAROTH: … Okay, so maybe the instructions are a little… harsh. Difficult to stomach, you know. But it's sin, you're overloading your personal sin counter! Of course it's gonna be ugly! STERLING: How ugly are we talking? BLAGGAROTH: Well you have to [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] your father at the same time you commit [REDACTED] with your closest friend, all while coveting thy neighbor's wife. STERLING: I'm pretty sure my neighbor is single. Also, what the fuck. BLAGGAROTH: That what the maid outfit is for? STERLING: What? BLAGGAROTH: What? STERLING: I- okay, give me these instructions. Then we'll talk. BLAGGAROTH: Fat chance. I'm not opening my mouth until you promise I'm getting the luxury suite of cellblocks. STERLING: Ugh. [END LOG] Due to the sensitivity associated with SCP-5383, the full list of instructions are only available to personnel with Level 5/5383 clearance. These personnel may contact a RAISA operator for a faxed and sealed copy of SCP-5383. However, isolated, relevant selections from the lengthy SCP-5383 document have been presented here for reference. 3. Raise your voice at an innocent baby animal. 13. Use violence to help you succeed in a contest testing your ability to use the Lord's name in vain. 21. Drink as much as your liver can handle. 22. Covet thy neighbor's liver. 23. Steal thy neighbor's liver. 39. Commit sodomy or masturbation on Easter Sunday (should you perform both, skip to step 45). 67. Attempt to challenge your pastor in a battle of wits. Come with a firearm. 98. Set fire to a hospital for needy animals. Set up a store on the other side of the street to sell buckets at a markup. Cite 'surge prices'. 120. Downvote without leaving a comment. 143. Commit all types of -cides in one day, save for suicide. 144. Commit suicide. 145. Use unholy witchcraft to revive yourself. A total of 145 steps are outlined in SCP-5383. As of yet, these have never been tested due to the difficulty associated with confirming whether or not an individual has been wiped free of sin. Addendum 5383.3 THE FOLLOWING ADDENDUM IS SEALED TO CLEARANCE LEVEL 5/5383 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ LOG OF O5 COUNCIL MEETING, AUGUST 17TH 1995 [BEGIN LOG] O5-3: Alright, did everyone do their assigned tasks? [Mumbling.] O5-4: Somehow. I hate that we had to do most of these ourselves. O5-7: Tell me about it. I had to exhume my childhood pet and scatter the bones in my parents' soup. And that was before I realized I had to exhume my parents too. O5-13: I don't know, I kind of enjoyed the whole experience. It's been a minute since I've had the chance to commit some atrocities in person, you know? O5-10: No, you freak. O5-13: Well did you do yours, Ten? O5-10: Of course. I'm no flake. But I have to admit that killing the orphans is way easier when they can't see you coming. O5-8: What do we have left? O5-3: Let's see…. I think we've divvied them up pretty evenly, but we still have a couple left. Should probably assign them to who can tackle them best. O5-7: Oh so now that matters, but not when I got the parental bone soup task. Couldn't have gotten someone with alive parents for that one, huh? O5-5: Oh, don't get offended. I had to detonate a warhead under that refugee camp, now that was a pain. O5-6: Why are we even doing this? We've been protecting the world for so long that I feel like the big guy upstairs will understand that the things we did were all in service to- O5-2: Protecting the world? [Sounds of unrestrained laughter and wheezing for two minutes and fifty seconds.] O5-9: Oh, man, that was good. No, Six, we're terrible fucking people. We're definitely going to hell for eternity anyway if we don't get this figured out. O5-1: You're all stupid. O5-12: And heavenbound. I told you you should have participated when you had the chance. O5-1: Nah, I got my way around this. O5-5: … How? O5-1: Indulgences, buddy. O5-9: I thought the Pope got rid of those. O5-1: I have tea with the Pope every month. He made it cool again for long enough to accept a generous sum of money to redeem my sins, and then back to normal. It's like nobody even noticed, because they didn't. [Overlapping shouts.] O5-10: And you didn't think maybe we'd appreciate that opportunity? O5-1: At this point you guys would go bankrupt paying back all the horrible shit you've done off this list. You're stuck in it 'til the end. Also you all have to call me Saint One now. It's the rules. O5-3: Wait… Seven, didn't you say you gave the pet bone soup to your parents? O5-7: Don't remind me. O5-3: The page says you were supposed to give a soup of bones from your parents to the childhood pet. O5-7: … Fuck. O5-3: Great job, now we have to start over. [Groans of frustration and cries of anger.] O5-3: Well, no use crying over spilled milk. Let's take it from the top - and don't be picky about body parts or victims this time around! [END LOG] ▷CLOSE◁ Footnotes 1. Defined as transgressions against divine law in Christianity. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5383" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5383. 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-5384 | euclid | This Fourth of July, pick up a brand new Chrysler, Dodge, Jeep or RAM vehicle at no cost! That's right, no cost! SCP-5384: Everybody Gets A Car! Word Count: 5.7k Reading Time: 21 minutes ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-5384 Level 3/5384 Classified A social media advertisement for SCP-5384-A. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-48 Dir. Linda Lutz Rs. Naomi Bradley MTF E-33 "Ford Pintos" SCP-5384. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the events of September 2, 2015, Foundation agents embedded in the automotive industry are to monitor for signs of SCP-5384's influence. In the event that SCP-5384 is rediscovered, it is to be contained in a standard humanoid chamber at Site-48. Public knowledge regarding SCP-5384 is to be suppressed by Foundation webcrawlers. SCP-5384-A is to be dismantled with a Foundation-front business constructed on the vacated land. Civilians who have already received vehicles from SCP-5384 are to be identified and amnesticized of knowledge regarding the anomaly. Such individuals are permitted to keep their vehicles following initiation of auto loans through Foundation-front companies. Description: SCP-5384 refers to an adult male human with the given name "Larry Matkins". It is the sole proprietor of SCP-5384-A: the Matkins Chrysler Dodge Jeep Ram automotive dealership in San Joaquin, California, USA. SCP-5384 possesses the ability to manipulate corporate bureaucratic structures through unknown means, bypassing all legal procedures and prerequisites. Its alterations are legally recognized and honored by all involved parties; whether this is due to a compulsive effect or a natural inclination by those involved to obey recognized legalities is uncertain. SCP-5384 is believed to possess a secondary anomalous ability to collect information regarding classified organizations behind the Veil. SCP-5384 has only used this ability to contact the Foundation; inquiry into this ability has been denied due to risk of an informational breach. SCP-5384 has used its abilities to legally require Fiat-Chrysler Automobiles1 to allocate new motor vehicles to SCP-5384-A without any form of payment. SCP-5384 freely distributes these vehicles at no cost to any individual who solicits it; applicable initial registration, sales, and gift taxes are paid by SCP-5384 on behalf of the customer.2 Vehicles distributed by SCP-5384 do not possess anomalous properties. Individuals are not under any compulsion to accept a vehicle from SCP-5384; many civilians naturally accepted the offer due to the financial advantage of receiving a free car. Addendum 01: SCP-5384 was discovered by the Foundation in June 2015 when routine social media surveillance revealed widely distributed advertisements promoting SCP-5384-A. Most commercials featured SCP-5384 exclaiming to the screen regarding its "Special Unlimited Time Offers!" for "The Hottest New American Cars and Trucks!". Notably, civilian discourse was initially skeptical of the validity of SCP-5384, until individuals who visited it out of curiosity confirmed the anomaly to the public. An agent from Site-48 was dispatched to determine if SCP-5384 possessed anomalous properties or was simply an exceedingly generous, non-anomalous individual. Agent Choudhury in plainclothes. Transcript 5384-1 Personnel Present: Agent Charles Choudhury Subject: SCP-5384 Location: SCP-5384-A Date: July 4, 2015 <Begin Log> Agent Choudhury drives onto SCP-5384-A's front lot in his Foundation-issued Mitsubishi Galant. He exits the vehicle and begins to traverse the lot on foot, observing the large amounts of new automobiles on display. He eventually spots SCP-5384 speaking to two civilians. SCP-5384: <to the civilians> …this Fourth of July sale will last indefinitely! Just come back anytime if you change your mind! The civilians nod their heads, thank SCP-5384, and walk away. SCP-5384 turns around to face Agent Choudhury. SCP-5384: Oh, hello sir! My name is Lawrence Ignacio Matkins, or "Larry" for short. What's yours? Choudhury: Um… it's Charles… Choudhury. SCP-5384: What kind of transportation are you looking for, Charles? We've got a fresh shipment of Chargers, with the factory plastic on the seats and the bumper guards on! Or maybe you're into trucks instead? Choudhury: I'm not interested in your cars, Mr. Matkins. I'd just like to ask some questions about who you are and the business you run. SCP-5384: But of course! I'm always happy to talk about what I do. Say Charles, why don't we get a little exercise outside, walk around the lot so you can choose the Dodge of your dreams? Let me show you around! The two begin to walk around SCP-5384-A. Choudhury: So Mr. Matkins, how long have you been in business? SCP-5384: Well, I'mma be honest Charles, I've just opened up last month. But I've been with Chrysler- sorry, Fiat-Chrysler as they're known now, for my entire career. Choudhury: When did you start working for the company? SCP-5384: Since the 80s. Graduated high school in '76, moved to the Midwest for college, and started out scrubbing toilets in AMC's Kenosha plant in Wisconsin. Then Chrysler bought AMC and it was all up from there. I even managed an entire design team at one point. Choudhury: And now you get to run your own dealership? SCP-5384: Yep! Moved back here, mostly to keep my distance from the company execs. They're… quite some people to deal with. How about you, Charles? Where are you from? Choudhury: Bangladesh. Moved to the US about ten years ago for… work. SCP-5384: How are you liking America, Charles? Choudhury: There's certainly a lot more space for everyone. SCP-5384: True, America is unique in our access to larger, more powerful cars. That's another reason why I stuck with Mopar,3 no one else on the market offers a V8 powered sedan quite like these 300s! SCP-5384 gestures toward a lineup of Chrysler 300Cs. Choudhury: That brings me to my next point, Mr. Matkins. Why are you giving away free cars? SCP-5384: Well, I'm just trying to do something good for the community. Choudhury: So you give away cars out of generosity? Where does the money come from? What's the business strategy behind it all? SCP-5384: There's more to life than money, Charles. I love to make people jump for joy when I hand them the keys to their new car, no strings attached! Of course, they're always skeptical at first, looking at me with distrustful eyes. But as I show them my lack of clauses, red tape, and monthly payments, their eyes slowly light up with delight. That's what keeps me going, Charles. Agent Choudhury glances at a red pickup truck on the lot as the two walk past it. SCP-5384: Oh, It seems like we've found the truck for you! I'll let you drive off in this brand new Ram 1500 Laramie Crew Cab in Deep Cherry Pearl today! Choudhury: Sir, as I've said, I'm not here to buy this truck, or any truck for that matter. I already have a car. SCP-5384: Don't worry, you can keep your old Mitsubishi, no trade-ins necessary! Did you know that Dodge and Mitsubishi used to be business partners back in the 80s? It's true! Choudhury: That's a company car anyway, it doesn't belong to me. SCP-5384: Well, what company do you work for? I'll give them an entire fleet of vans, trucks, and SUVs when I get the chance! Choudhury: Um… they don't need any fleet cars. SCP-5384: Well, when they do, make sure to let them know about me, I'll hook them up! Speaking of hooking up, let's talk more about your new Ram in my office. Choudhury: Sir, as I've said, I'm not- SCP-5384: It's only a fifteen to thirty minute consultation, no strings attached, no obligations! You can walk out at any point you'd like! At this point, Mission Control requests Agent Choudhury through his earpiece to oblige SCP-5384 in its request for the purpose of experimentation. Choudhury: Hmm… I guess I've got time. [EXTRANEOUS DATA OMITTED] Agent Choudhury is seated with SCP-5384 in the latter's office. SCP-5384 presents some documents to Agent Choudhury.4 SCP-5384: So here are the papers the DMV requires me to show you before you can drive off in your new Ram 1500! Of course, I will pay your sales tax and initial registration fee, although next year's registration is up to you! Oh, I'll also need you to write down your insurance details, don't worry, first year's on me as well! Choudhury: I still don't understand why you're giving away brand new cars. Does the manufacturer allow you to do so? SCP-5384: Well, we had our… disagreements, but eventually I figured out how to get them on my side. Choudhury: How exactly were you able to convince them? SCP-5384 hesitates. SCP-5384: It's… kind of a long story. Enough talking about me, I wouldn't want to bore you, after all. Let's focus on signing off on your new RAM! Mission Control instructs Agent Choudhury not to sign any documents, and to begin attempts to end the interview. Choudhury: Um… I'm not ready to sign just yet. I need to talk with… my wife? About the truck? SCP-5384: You're married? I didn't see a ring. Choudhury: It's… we don't wear wedding rings where I'm from. SCP-5384: My bad Charles, I meant no offense. Bring the missus here and I'll show her that not only am I legitimate, but I'll give her a brand new car as well! Choudhury: Would it be fine with you if I took these documents with me? SCP-5384: Well, of course! Get your lawyer to look at them as well, they'll find no clauses, no catches! You can bring them here as well, I'll give them a car too! Agent Choudhury stands up and grabs the papers. Choudhury: Thank you for the offer, Mr. Matkins, but I need to get going. SCP-5384: Don't worry about rushing, this is an unlimited time offer! I'll reserve that truck just for you, Charles. Just come by anytime and claim it! Choudhury: Are you sure you'll remember who I am? SCP-5384: Of course, Charles! In my three decades at Chrysler, I've never forgotten a face. Agent Choudhury nods his head and exits SCP-5384's office. <End Log> The documents provided to Agent Choudhury were examined by Foundation legal experts. No clauses specifying deferred payments, soul transfers, or other esoteric payment methods were ascertained. Initial investigation into SCP-5384's operations revealed its anomalous alterations to Fiat-Chrysler's distribution dynamics; recovered documents also suggested that it has always been designed to only supply SCP-5384 with vehicles. Civilian distribution personnel interviewed expressed confusion regarding these alterations, but still chose to obey them. Due to these qualities, SCP-5384 was assigned SCP classification on July 6, 2015. Investigation to identify all civilians who have received vehicles from SCP-5384 began, with standard social media expungement enacted. Preparations began to detain SCP-5384 at Site-48 for further inquiry. Document 5384-1 Addendum 02: On July 7, 2015, SCP-5384 infiltrated Site-48's internal communications network with an image, designated Document 5384-1, in an attempt to contact Agent Choudhury. An informational breach was declared, and Foundation agents were dispatched to SCP-5384-A to detain SCP-5384 and transport it to containment. During detainment, SCP-5384 attempted to resist by verbally expressing its disapproval; it was otherwise contained successfully. Foundation agents successfully constructed a perimeter fence around SCP-5384-A, with all remaining vehicles seized for reallocation to other dealerships. An interview was conducted following initial containment; Agent Choudhury was selected due to his prior experience with SCP-5384. Transcript 5384-2 Personnel Present: Agent Charles Choudhury Subject: SCP-5384 Location: Site-48 Date: July 7, 2015 <Begin Log> Agent Choudhury enters the containment chamber. SCP-5384 is seated at the table, and stands up to greet Agent Choudhury. SCP-5384: Hello, Charles! Are you ready to pick up your new pickup? Choudhury: Actually, Mr. Matkins… er, are you okay with being called "SCP-5384" from now on? SCP-5384: Interesting, that's what the others started calling me too! I'm not sure why you guys want to call me by a license plate number? Choudhury: It's a formality. SCP-5384: Speaking of which, I unfortunately can't give you your new truck while I'm stuck here. I tried to explain that to the others, but uh… they didn't seem to hear me. Would you be willing to explain to them why I can't- Choudhury: SCP-5384, I'm not interested in your offer. I'm just here to ask some more questions. SCP-5384: Um… what's this about? Choudhury: First question: how did you manipulate the logistics of Fiat-Chrysler to supply cars to your dealership? SCP-5384: What's that supposed to mean? I went through the typical dealer application process. Choudhury: That's not what we found. Apparently, only your dealership has been retroactively allocated shipments of cars, leaving out all the other locations. There's also a lot of discrepancies regarding who's supposed to be in charge of what at the headquarters. SCP-5384: Oh, was that me? Choudhury: Sir, how did you figure out how to change Chrysler's legalities? Was it a difficult process? SCP-5384 scoffs. SCP-5384: Charles, it's not that hard to figure out when you've worked somewhere for three decades. Eventually you'll learn how to navigate the company's red tape. Choudhury: Could you elaborate? SCP-5384: I figured out that there were… bits in their structure, in the legalities… that didn't quite fit together. One day, it all clicked together in my mind, I realized how to change it by myself without anyone else noticing. Honestly… once I figured it out, I felt a little silly because the answer was right in front of me this entire time. All I needed to do was, firstly, to… um… SCP-5384 pauses. SCP-5384: No… I said too much. Choudhury: Don't worry, I'm listening. Please continue. SCP-5384: Your… your group is trying to undo all my work! You're shutting down my dealership! Choudhury: Well… yes. Why'd you think we brought you here? SCP-5384: All I did was give away free cars. What exactly is wrong with that? Explain to me why I shouldn't be allowed to continue. Choudhury: You managed to manipulate an entire company's structure without going through the required legal process. Additionally, you managed to contact our organization, even though we're not supposed to be publicly known. SCP-5384: I looked in the phone book. Choudhury: Right… could you elaborate? SCP-5384: Charles, I have done nothing wrong. You'll find that my business is perfectly legal, thank you very much. By attempting to destroy it, your group is acting illegally and that is something I will not stand for. Choudhury: SCP-5384, we are taking the steps to correct the situation because of your anomalous influence. If you refuse to tell me or anyone else how you managed to change Chrysler's bureaucracy, then I cannot continue this interaction further. SCP-5384: Charles, what do you mean "anomalous"? Is that why you keep- Choudhury: Refusing your offer, yes. I'm not allowed to take concessions from SCP anomalies like you, it'd be a conflict of interest. SCP-5384: I didn't mean it as a bribe, Charles. And I find your labeling of me as an "anomaly" with a license plate number as rather insulting. Choudhury: Once again sir, if you won't tell me how you changed Chrysler, I cannot continue this conversation. SCP-5384: Alright, then. I don't want to talk further as well. Goodbye, Charles. SCP-5384 turns to face away from Agent Choudhury. The latter proceeds to exit the room, sealing the door behind him. <End Log> Analysis of SCP-5384-A sales documents were completed soon after; an estimated 650 vehicles were given away at no cost. Mobile Task Force Epsilon-33 ("Ford Pintos") was dispatched on July 9, 2015 to apprehend recipients for amnestization and initiation of standard auto loans. SCP-5384's claimed method of contacting Site-48 through a telephone directory was partially substantiated, as a number of Foundation-front companies were indeed listed in public directories. However, its process of infiltrating Site-48's communications using only such information could not be replicated. Addendum 03: In-depth analysis of Fiat-Chrysler's altered dynamics revealed the extent of SCP-5384's abilities. It was found responsible for having altered the company's structure to remove any executive power from specific company officers, to prevent them from taking internal actions against SCP-5384 and its business strategy. Additionally, government records regarding the automaker have been similarly modified; no record of any individual amending these documents were recovered. The accounting system had also been altered, with many low-level employees receiving increases in salary at the expense of the company executives. On July 10, 2015, the Foundation Department of Legalities began Operation 5384-MONRONEY to draft a new article of incorporation officially restoring Fiat-Chrysler's former structure. The following interview was conducted with one of the company officers whose executive power was removed by SCP-5384. Martin Strandberg. Transcript 5384-3 Personnel Involved: Researcher Naomi Bradley Subject: Former Fiat-Chrysler Chief Operational Officer Martin Strandberg Location: Chrysler World Headquarters and Technology Center, Auburn Hills, Michigan, USA Date: July 10, 2015 <Begin Log> Researcher Bradley enters Strandberg's office, who is seated at his desk. Strandberg: Oh, you're the lady from the Society of Corporate Productivity? Bradley: Correct, my name is Naomi Bradley, mid-level analyst. You are Martin Strandberg? Strandberg: Yes. We both know why you're here, there's been a terrible mistake… rather, some form of espionage. Tried to call our legal team as soon as I found out, only to learn that they've been disbanded without me knowing. Bradley: It's a good thing we're here to help your company get back on track. Strandberg: Yes… have you found out who's behind the attack? Bradley: Do you know anything about a… "Lawrence Matkins"? Strandberg: Him? It was him?! Strandberg gets up from his chair and begins to pace around his office. Strandberg: I can't believe this. How did he do it? How was he able to… how could he do this to us? Bradley: Sir, I'd like to know about Matkins' history with your company. It could help us decipher his modus operandi. Strandberg ceases pacing around and faces Researcher Bradley. Strandberg: Matkins was a busybody who kept complaining about every single decision the board made that he didn't like. He failed to understand why we made the decisions we did. A couple of times, he tried to argue with the CEO directly… back when we had a CEO position, but it seems like he's taken that away from us. Bradley: We did a quick audit of the company's digital records; none of them mention a CEO position anymore. In fact, some of them state that Lee Iacocca was a janitor at a plant in Wisconsin. Strandberg: But our physical paper records should have all the correct info, right? Bradley: Our team is still filing through it all, but a lot of- Strandberg: A lot of them were digitized to save money, that's right… Strandberg groans and puts his hands against his face in frustration. Bradley: Was Matkins ever let go from his position at any point? Strandberg: Well… I think he was popular with a lot of the lower-ranking employees, so when we'd threaten to fire him, he'd go out and make a hubbub about it to everyone, the workers would complain, and eventually HR would override us. Or… Bradley: Maybe he'd already figured out a loophole to keep his job? Strandberg: Perhaps. I knew we should've looked into how he kept sticking around, but… well, we had other things to do. Besides, Matkins was just one voice in a crowd, he never had that much power over anything important… until now. Bradley: I see, the responsibility of the investigation fell into the cracks of the company's dynamic. Strandberg: Right. It's just… you know how big companies like ours have a lot of moving parts? Bradley: Of course, it gets so big that no one has a complete grasp on how it all fits together, letting inefficiencies and dissenters hide under the radar. Strandberg: Exactly! It's impressive that Matkins managed to change so much, because it would've required him to understand the entire thing before making any changes. Then again… Bradley: What's that? Strandberg: That man never seemed to forget anything we did that he hated… I guess his understanding of the company accumulated over time. Bradley: I'm sure he learned over the years. A short silence. Bradley: There's something I wanted to mention, Mr. Strandberg. It's interesting that you and your personnel seem to respect these changes, even though they were done without anyone's permission. Strandberg: What were we supposed to do? Matkins went out of his way to tamper with the incorporation article at the Secretary of State. I can't just disobey the new rules, that'd still be an offense. Bradley: Who would care? Strandberg: It's… just about the principle of the thing. Even when the board and I made decisions that Matkins didn't like, we still followed the company's rules and regulations. Matkins wanted to subvert those rules to the point of changing them himself. Subverting the new rules would… make us just as bad as Matkins. Bradley: It's not the time to stick to principles, Mr. Strandberg. Strandberg: Well… they're still something I'm proud of, and I wouldn't want to throw them out just because a man with a grudge wants us to. When something hits the fan, how you behave is all that's left, and I'd rather not stoop low like Matkins did. Bradley: I understand. It's nice to see businessmen who choose to play by the rules, even if they change. Strandberg: Thank you, Miss… Bradley: Mrs. Bradley. Strandberg: Yes, Mrs. Bradley. A short silence. Strandberg: There's still the how that's missing. Bradley: The "how" might not actually matter in the end. What matters is fixing the damage that's been done. Strandberg: What if he comes back? Bradley: Matkins has been arrested in California on charges of corporate espionage, so he's fully out of the picture. Strandberg sighs in relief. Strandberg: What was he doing in California, anyway? Do you know? Bradley: He… opened a dealership to give away your products for free. Strandberg stares at Bradley. Strandberg: That's… that's it? Bradley: As far as we know Mr. Strandberg, that's what he's been up to so far. Strandberg: He thinks he's Oprah or something? Went behind our backs to change everything just so he can give away our cars for free? Bradley: We're still looking into his exact motives. Strandberg sighs again. Strandberg: If all he wanted was to give away free cars, then why would he go through the trouble of editing our history? Bradley: Perhaps he wanted to demonstrate his abilities… just because? Strandberg: No… he wanted to mock us. Why else would he make Iacocca a janitor? He wanted to make fun of us while delaying our efforts to stop him. Bradley: Speaking of stopping him, due to the mess he's left, our current proposition is to… well, start all over. Strandberg: Incorporate a new replacement Fiat-Chrysler? Bradley: Correct. Our team is actually drafting the replacement article of incorporation right now. Strandberg: Wait, really? Where are they? Bradley: I'll lead you to them, Mr. Strandberg. Follow me. The two begin to walk out of the office. Strandberg: Gotta make sure to make myself the new CEO… The two exit Strandberg's office. Researcher Bradley closes the door behind them. <End Log> On July 14, 2015, the schematics for Operation 5384-MONRONEY were fully drafted, and implementation efforts officially began. The project involved civilian employees of the automaker, who will be amnesticized following its completion. Addendum 04: Due to SCP-5384's involvement in Fiat-Chrysler, its cooperation was required to complete Operation 5384-MONRONEY. Its signature was required on the new article of incorporation drafted for the automaker due to a legal technicality. An interview was scheduled to coerce SCP-5384 into giving its signature for Operation 5384-MONRONEY. Agent Choudhury was selected once again to perform this interview. Transcript 5384-4 Personnel Involved: Agent Charles Choudhury Subject: SCP-5384 Location: Site-48 Date: July 18, 2015 <Begin Log> SCP-5384 is in its containment chamber, sitting in a chair facing the wall and away from the door. Agent Choudhury enters with the requisite legal documents for SCP-5384 to sign. Choudhury: SCP-5384? SCP-5384 continues to face the wall. SCP-5384: Hello, Charles. It's nice to see you again. Have you decided to take my offer? Choudhury: As I've said before, I'm not interested. I'm just checking in on you as a formality. SCP-5384 does not respond. Choudhury: We just have a little something we need you to sign. SCP-5384 turns around to face Agent Choudhury. SCP-5384: Is that- are those the new… Choudhury: They're just some legal papers about your containment here. Nothing special, they're just… um… SCP-5384: Wait a minute… are you trying to write a new corporate charter for Chrysler? Choudhury: Our group is writing the charter, yes. But we need your signature since you're still- SCP-5384: My answer is "no", Charles. Choudhury: Um… 5384, you don't have a choice. We cannot let you leave our custody until you sign this paper. SCP-5384: Well… my answer is still "no". Goodbye, Charles. SCP-5384 turns around to face the wall. Agent Choudhury looks down at the papers in his hands and fidgets with them. Choudhury: It was quite a challenge to examine everything, sir. You tied up a lot of things. No one on the board of directors has any voting power, the CEO position doesn't exist, and one of the secretaries now makes $5.7 million a year. SCP-5384: That secretary deserves every penny, he's been with Chrysler just as long as me. Choudhury: We've… also spoken to a few executives at the company about you. Do you know a "Martin Strandberg"? SCP-5384 turns around again, facing Agent Choudhury. SCP-5384: Don't listen to Martin. Don't listen to anything he says. Choudhury: You had many disagreements with the executives, even though you were… lower on the totem pole? SCP-5384: They weren't "disagreements", it was more like me bringing up an issue and them telling me to shut up about it. Choudhury: What kinds of issues? SCP-5384: Well, suits like Martin would make a short-sighted, and honestly boneheaded decision that would negatively affect our cars, and once it backfired on them, they'd blame other people such as me for the ensuing results. SCP-5384: One example's the Dodge Intrepid family car from more than a decade ago. I had a hand in its development; I took pride in its sleek design, nothing else like it on the road. Well, except the Stratus, I guess. I also worked on the Stratus, by the way. Choudhury: What happened to those cars? SCP-5384: I found out the suits signed off on a potential flaw in the V6 engines that would result in the oil going bad and destroying the engines. I asked them to reconsider, warning them about it whenever I could, but they ignored me. Told me that I was freaking out for no reason, Martin even laughed in my face. Guess what? I was right. Their decision cost us millions, it ruined the Intrepid's legacy. SCP-5384: That car was gonna be our Accord, our Camry. I was looking forward to seeing them being driven daily for years to come. But one short-sighted mistake threw all of it away. I still remember my anger, my discontent over this entire debacle… sometimes I wish I could forget about it, but time heals all wounds, I suppose. Choudhury: If the higher-ups wouldn't listen to anything you said, then why'd you stay in the company for so long? Why'd you keep coming back? SCP-5384: Because… because I loved the brand, I loved the cars we produced. I had a passion for Mopars: Chrysler, Dodge, Plymouth and Jeep. I wanted to make sure we built cars that Americans would enjoy and drive for years and years. SCP-5384: But the people at the top didn't see it that way. They only looked at the next quarter's earnings. They didn't have the love and passion for cars that I did. I saw them cut every single possible corner they could, wherever they could. They didn't care if the quality suffered as a result. SCP-5384: The Intrepid was only one of the many fumbles they made in the name of counting today's beans at the cost of tomorrow's. They're the reason why foreign cars dominate this country… not that foreign cars are… inherently bad by themselves. No offense, Charles. Choudhury: None taken. You're clearly very passionate about Chrysler. SCP-5384: Thank you. Now that I've explained my motives, would you kindly- Choudhury: I still can't let you leave, sir. Not until you sign these. Agent Choudhury holds up the papers. SCP-5384 sighs and looks down at the floor. Choudhury: We've been tracking down everyone you gave cars to as well, as another formality. SCP-5384 looks up, and stands up from its chair in indignation. SCP-5384: You're gonna take their cars away? How could you? Choudhury: I said nothing about taking their cars. We're gonna let them keep them, but after we establish auto loans for them to pay off. SCP-5384: You're gonna make them pay for their free cars? You're… you're really undoing absolutely everything, aren't you? Choudhury: Sir, people have been going crazy since you supplied them with free cars. Multiple cases of people carelessly driving their new cars and crashing them, even more cases of people selling the cars secondhand and pocketing the profits. SCP-5384: Wait, people are selling the free cars I gave them? But… I… Choudhury: There's no language in the sales documents that says they can't immediately turn around and flip them. SCP-5384 lets out a sigh. SCP-5384: I gave them a giant piece of machinery that costs tens of thousands of dollars for free, and this is what they do? I thought they'd cherish my free gifts, not just turn around and sell them… or even wreck them. I gave them a lifeline, and they went ahead and wasted it. Choudhury: I'm sorry to break the bad news. A short silence. SCP-5384: Charles, my first car was a '72 Challenger. I worked for months, a job in the summer and another after school, to save up enough money to buy it. I may have beat the hell out of that Challenger, but I still made sure to treat it well. I washed it every week, kept the seats clean, and did the fluid changes myself. And you know what happened to it? SCP-5384: I got hit by a Datsun. Eight months of ownership… gone in five seconds. Choudhury: I'm sorry to hear that, Matkins. I had a car that was stolen from me a few years ago. SCP-5384: The Datsun driver didn't have insurance either. I sat at the corner of that intersection sobbing, wishing that someone would come along and replace my car. I'm sure you felt the same when your car was stolen. Choudhury looks down at the papers, covering his face. SCP-5384: That's another reason why I started my dealership, to be the hero I needed on that day, 34 years ago. Choudhury: I can understand, Matkins… I still miss my old car sometimes. SCP-5384: Then you'd understand how I feel when your group locks me in a cell to undo all my work. Choudhury: Well- this is different, you modified Chrysler's entire corporate structure to benefit you when- SCP-5384: It wasn't for my benefit! I genuinely wanted to be charitable, to be the good guy that American motorists need for once! Is that so hard to believe? A short silence. SCP-5384: My offer still stands, Charles. I can still put you in the seat of a new RAM truck. Don't you think you deserve to have something nice, something new after working at this place for years? I'll still supply your entire organization with trucks and vans, all I need is your cooperation. Another short pause. SCP-5384: All I ask from you is to take those papers away. If your group reincorporates the company, I cannot give you anything. Agent Choudhury hesitates, staring at the papers in his hands. Choudhury: I… I can't. I'm sorry Larry, but I can't. We're almost done, I can't throw all of that away. SCP-5384 does not respond. Choudhury: As I've stated before, the way you changed Chrysler's logistics shouldn't be possible. You didn't go through any legal process, it's as if the articles suddenly changed by themselves. Additionally, there's the question of how you managed to contact us in the first place. SCP-5384: I told you Charles, I looked in the phone book. Choudhury: No matter how good your intentions were, we need to correct it before it bankrupts Chrysler. You wouldn't want your favorite automotive brand to collapse, do you? SCP-5384 looks down at the floor. SCP-5384: I just… I just wanted to show those suits what I was capable of. I wanted people to enjoy the cars I've helped develop without all the typical dealership crap. I just wanted to share my love of Mopar while… making people happy. A short pause. Choudhury: I'm sorry, Larry. Another short pause. SCP-5384 looks up at Agent Choudhury. SCP-5384: There's nothing left for me to do… except sign. Choudhury: Correct. Here you go. Agent Choudhury hands the papers to SCP-5384, who brings them to the desk in the containment chamber. SCP-5384: Where do you need me to sign? Choudhury: There, and there. Agent Choudhury points at two specific spots on the papers, then gives SCP-5384 a pen. It proceeds to give its signature twice. Choudhury takes the papers from SCP-5384 and examines them. SCP-5384: So that's that, I guess. Do I get to leave now? Choudhury: You'll be released first thing tomorrow morning, Mr. Matkins. Thank you for your cooperation. SCP-5384 does not respond as he turns to face the wall. Agent Choudhury exits the chamber with the papers and seals the door behind him. <End Log> Following its cooperation, Operation 5384-MONRONEY was successfully completed, officially neutralizing SCP-5384's alterations. The civilian employees were successfully amnesticized, with Martin Strandberg placed as the new CEO of Fiat-Chrysler. On July 19, 2015, SCP-5384 was administered Class-F amnestics to completely remove its memory of its anomalous abilities, with false memories implanted. SCP-5384 was released from Foundation custody on July 21, 2015 under preemptive surveillance for further anomalous activity. Addendum 05: On August 29, 2015, surveillance of SCP-5384 was ceased due to a lack of anomalous activity. A reclassification to Neutralized was proposed, but was halted due to the following event. On September 2, 2015, Site-48 received an unscheduled delivery with the following note attached: + Open Recovered Document 5384-2 Document 5384-2.5 Due to the circumstances of this delivery, SCP-5384's reclassification to Neutralized was denied. Foundation agents began an investigation into its whereabouts for interrogation regarding this event, as its suspected resistance to Foundation amnestics posed an informational risk. The delivered vehicle, a red 2015 Ram pickup truck, was found to be non-anomalous and has been issued to Agent Choudhury as his Foundation transport to reward his work regarding SCP-5384. Footnotes 1. Now incorporated as Stellantis. 2. Fiat-Chrysler has similarly been required to compensate SCP-5384 following payment of vehicle taxes. 3. Chrysler's parts division, often used to refer to Chrysler products in general. 4. Although Agent Choudhury provided SCP-5384 with false information regarding his background per standard Veil protocol, later analysis of the documents revealed that SCP-5384 had filled in his correct information instead. 5. Transcript: Reserved for Charles Choudhury. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5384" by Jiwoahn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5384. 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: MatkinsBanner.png Name: That's Right, On Us! 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SCP-5385 | neutralized | 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-5385 Special Containment Procedures: + Archived Special Containment Procedures - Archived Special Containment Procedures The Homeburg Hotel and the buildings around it have been purchased by the Foundation and barred from public entry. Biological matter acquired from SCP-5385 is to be contained within a freezer at -40 degrees celsius. Personnel who enter the hotel are to wear Level-II Hazmat suits and be equipped with an incendiary tool in the event of being caught inside of SCP-5385. Deaths related to SCP-5385 are to be given the cover story under the "Slasher-no-Slasher" protocol. Updated: The remains of SCP-5385 and SCP-5385-A are to be stored in Level-I Bio Chambers and may be accessed for research purposes. The Homeburg Hotel and the surrounding buildings are closed off from the public and are currently being investigated for further anomalous activity. Description: SCP-5385 was an approximately 30-meter wide amorphous mass of flesh that was located in the center of the Homeburg Hotel1 in Tampa, Florida, and had spread and embedded itself inside the infrastructure of the building around it. SCP-5385 is composed entirely of human skeletal smooth and striated tissue, with patches of bulbospongiosus and ischiocavernosus tissue being found in small quantities throughout it even after its neutralization. In its center, was a 5-meter-wide mass of functional cardiac tissue in the shape of a human heart and had a heart rate of 120 times per minute. SCP-5385 was capable of locomotion and had the ability to compress and elongate its mass. Throughout SCP-5385's mass were the cadavers of 45 humans, 16 domestic canines, and 20 domestic felines. The cadavers' biological matter were structurally merged with SCP-5385's mass to the point where fully intact removal is impossible. Tumors in the shape of human heads were present on every cadaver. These tumors possessed facial features that appeared to be grinning with their eyes rolled back. All lacerations and injuries made to SCP-5385 and the attached cadavers rapidly regenerate. It is theorized that the corpses within the mass of SCP-5385 were trapped inside it after its sudden formation and died of suffocation, as its mass covering their abdomens would have prevented airflow. SCP-5385-A is was an unknown entity with similar composition to SCP-5385. It was purplish in coloration, with its epidermis being covered in a viscous, mucus-like substance. SCP-5385-A's origins are currently unknown and its connection to SCP-5385 as well. An investigation into the Homeburg Hotel revealed that 8 weeks before the appearance of SCP-5385, several letters from a person self-identifying as Douglas Lamb were sent to it to an unknown individual. Transcripts of them are provided below. + SCP-5385 Letter Documentation - SCP-5385 Letter Documentation My love! It tears my heart to know that I can not feel and caress your tender and plump body of my every waking moment. Your eyes are like windows into your soul. How I wish to see your bosom shine under the star-lit sky! To feel every curve of your soft, glorious body. I know you have watched me as I watch you, and that you feel the same way. For that very reason, I cannot be an admirer any longer. I must be with you. Dream of me as you sleep, as I will dream of you. I write this missive to you in time of my euphoria. I admit I thought of you constantly as I committed the act. I have no shame in telling you this, for you belong to me as I belong to you. Yes! I cannot say or write that enough. I have loved you since I was just a lad. How I watched and released myself of tension for many hours in my early youth. I remind myself every morning how blessed I am to be able to see you. No one else could but me, not even the old man, who claims to be your father. Which I find prosperous, something so beautiful can never spawn from such a wicked, vile being. My Grandfather always told me I was special, that I was bestowed a gift from God. But I don't care about that, I'll trade it all if I could be with you. So now, as I reached the height of my adulthood, I wish for you to give me a sign of your affection towards me. I cannot make the move in person unless I know for sure you are ready. I am a gentleman, not a thug. I will wait outside. Watching. A few hours ago I was just chased and yelled at by the Old Man to get away from you. Why? Have I done something wrong? Have I not been celibate for all these years just for you? Have I not been faithful? Then why? Only you could have known I will be there. You called him. You called that old buffon to cast me out of your presence and into the mud as if I was a Beef-head! I could have killed him with a thought, but I didn't out of respect for you. But yet, you knew that, and still sent him. How dare you! I'm your only true lover. Your only friend. Your soulmate. You cannot abandon me like I'm second rate. Ycan't Ilve you I love [Unintelligible Writing] ….and if you do choose that route then so be it! I will give my love to someone of higher class. I don't need you, nor will I ever!! Forgive me. I acted like a child. You did not cast me beside out of malice, but out of love. Your love is not like mine, no. It is a more mature, refined one. You wanted to test me to see if I could court you, and I failed; miserably. You want a strong, reliable man. Not a wispy-washy weak, effeminate one. A man's man, one that would be the foundation of your body and take control of the situation. Yes! I would prove myself for you. My grandfather told me many times I came from a line of great men. Powerful individuals that once made inferior specimen quake from the mention of their name. I have that power too, he always said, to make wishes into reality. Maybe that's how I found you, I wanted to find someone as perfect as you. I must go back to my roots so I can lead us further into our future. I will return in a fortnight. And when I do, I will be a man worthy of your love! I have climbed the tallest mountain and traveled the twelve seas. I have seen my true nature and scoffed in its face. I rebuked it, ate it, and excreted it from my vessel. The only thing that remains is me, power, and my ever-lasting adoration for you. That mind. That body. That soul. Everything you are is mine, and everything I am is yours. Forever and ever. Our souls will be fused into one being and I will know everything you are. I will think your thoughts. I will become them. Every movement, every laugh, every molecule on your body will be as if it was my own. I have found the wheel to turn these gears made out of love into reality! Yes! The time has come! Tomorrow, we will be one! 18 hours after this letter was delivered to the local authorities, an unidentified man entered the Homeburg Hotel naked. Several hours after this, reports of a flesh hive were reported to the local authorities in the area and Foundation agents were deployed to asset the situation. The agents then found a large amount of bio-mass that would later be classified as SCP-5385 and set up a perimeter under an ammonia leak cover story. SCP-5385 Incident-001: On February 14th, 2004, SCP-5385 began to show signs of vertical movement beneath its surface; its center, the heart, also began to rapidly beat. Several seconds later, it began to transform. [BEGIN LOG] [00:00]2 SCP-5385's lower parts begin to twist and elongate, with ossification being observed within its crevices at the same time. The upper section also begins going through a similar process. [00:04] The upper and lower sections of SCP-5385 begin to resemble humanoid arms and legs and attempt to move. As it tries to stand with its legs, it uses its arms to grab the structure to support itself but is inhibited by its sagging mass. Simultaneously, the flesh of the cadavers trapped within SCP-5385 begins to pull away from their bodies and fuse with the main mass; all that is left are bones. This new mass travels beneath the skin of SCP-5385 and convulse until it starts to compress on itself, giving the mass the shape of a humanoid. [00:08] SCP-5385 latches onto the roof with its arms as its legs dangle in the air and swings in a back and forth motion before letting go of the roof, and falling into the lobby of the Homeburg Hotel, destroying four floors in the process and causing pieces of wood and concrete to erupt beneath its feet. [00:12] Hundreds of faces bearing the same expression as the tumors on the cadavers appear on the skin of SCP-5385 as the entity begins to dig into the floor of the hotel lobby. Once SCP-5385 has ceased digging, a large crevice in the floor is seen. A loud, wet noise, similar to meat being slapped on stone, is heard from this crevice when a purplish, cone-shaped mass of flesh emerges from it, hereby designated as SCP-5385-A. SCP-5385-A's surface then splits open into four sections, revealing a pink tube, and vocalizes "YOU WILL BECOME UNTO ME, AS I WILL BE UNTO YOU." [00:16] SCP-5385's skin ruptures, causing the tumors to fall off its body and shrivel into an atrophied state. Cone-shaped masses then begin to grow and take their place where the tumors once were as they release large amounts of white foam. [00:20] A head begins to rapidly form at the top of SCP-5385's section as a nose, a pair of eyes, ears, and a mouth takes shape. The face then mimics the expression found on the tumors and enters, head first, into SCP-5385-A, causing foam to overflow from inside it. SCP-5385 then vocalizes, albeit muffled due to its head being inside SCP-5385-A, "TO THE END OF TIME. TOGETHER FOREVER." Unidentifiable noises are heard for several minutes before SCP-5385 and SCP-5385-A both begin to vibrate and eventually combust. [END LOG] After this event, SCP-5385 and SCP-5385-A were both reclassified as neutralized. Timmy Orseworth's Statement: The former owner of the Homeburge Hotel, Timmy Orseworth, gave a statement regarding the letters from PoI-584 to the local authorities before SCP-5385's formation. An excerpt was retrieved and is provided below. I'm telling you, you need to find that kid. Fucking weirdo. I swear to God he isn't right in the head. He talks in this strange way and never looks you in the eye either. I keep telling people to keep their kids away from that television. And when they start looking at me like I'm crazy, I take them by the arm and point at him! Then I say, "That's what happens when you let television raise your kids". They listen after that. That they do. Proof? What other proof do you want? I gave you the letters, didn't I? He's not mentally sound, put him in a straight coat or something. I don't care what you do just keep him away. Why didn't any woman come to you? Cause there isn't one. That boy doesn't want a woman or a man. In fact, he doesn't want any human. Let me tell you something. A year after I had my Hotel built, I saw that punk wandering around the building every single day. Raining, cold, or hot, it didn't matter. He was determined to be out there no matter what. One day I decided to see what the fuck is his problem and found him in the act. Motherfucker had his dick rubbing against the wall of my building! That boy don't want no woman. He wants that building. Footnotes 1. Approximately 85-meters tall. 2. Timeframe is recorded in minutes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5385" by RadioactiveRADS, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5385. 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-5386 | esoteric-class | close Info X The Carcass And The Tree Author: margssentif More things I made Please Sign This Petition!!! Observe the following: HALLEY MAKAU'S SCiP.NET CONTACTS LIST Site-12 Director Joseph Cowley Theo Langley Ethics Committee Head Ranchod To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelwoC.JriD#ten.PiCS|yelwoC.JriD Subject: Containment Procedure Review Hello, Ms. Makau. Could you please go over the Containment Procedures for SCP-5386 to make sure they're in accordance with the Ethics Committee's new policies? The material is classified, so don't access it with anybody else in the room. Your terminal has been whitelisted to view it. To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! Hey, you’re the Site's resident memetic expert, right? To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! Yes I am. To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! Can you take a look at a memetic agent for me? To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! What are you doing handling meme agents? Aren’t you an inspector for the Ethics Committee? To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! Yes. Director Cowell asked me to look at the conprocs for SCP-5386. There was nothing on the page but a strange image. I think it's a memetic agent but I can't be sure. To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! You looked right at it? To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! Yes To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! Not a kill agent then. Send it over. To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! hmm To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! I can tell it functions as a joint memetic. It removes recent memories and puts the person looking at it to sleep for a wlile. Mostly harmless, but very invasive. Intrusiveness on par with some kill agents I’ve seen. What inoculations do you have? To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! Just standard cognitohazard and meme protection. To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! It’s a miracle you weren’t affected. Clearly someone wanted you out of commission. What’s your take? To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! I don’t understand. Cowell has to be doing this. Why would he replace an SCP with a memetic agent? To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! Realpolitik, I assume. Why were you dispatched to Site 22? To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! Rumors of questionable humanoid SCP treatment, mainly. D class abuse too. To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! Ah, the January incident. No wonder Director Cowell doesn’t want you looking around. He’d want to make sure you don’t get him in trouble with his superiors. To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! The plot thickens. SCP-5386 can’t be accessed without a password from the Site Director. Isn’t that interesting ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Is Offline To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! Halley?? To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! ??? ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Is Online To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! A guard came in. I knocked off their visor and threw my monitor at their head. The meme worked on them. I have to use my phone now To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! What are you going to do? To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! I’m leaving my office. Can you get your car ready in the parking lot??? To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! Screw that. I’m going to the amnestics department. This isn’t worth my job. To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! really To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! Your time’s running out. New Message From Site Director Cowley! To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! I just got a message from cowley To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! They know you’re leaving. Don’t open it. To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! I’m not an idiot To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! Where are you right now? To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! Second floor To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! Go left on first floor reception. There’s an employee entrance you can use cut through the security checkpoint. To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! ok To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! A lot of. Guards help needed To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Subject: URGENT! I have the amnestics. Good luck, buddy. To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! Please help ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT Is Offline To: ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT#ten.PiCS|yelgnaL.oehT From: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH Subject: URGENT! I'm going to try run to my car To: ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH#ten.PiCS|uakaM.yellaH From: ten.PiCS|dohcnaR.moCcihtE#ten.PiCS|dohcnaR.moCcihtE Subject: New Posting Halley, there have been complaints from staff as Site-22 concerning mistreatment of Humanoids and D-class. The Site Director has been told to expect you and the files are on your desk. Use the normal plan of attack: stay low to the ground and be helpful. Site-22 has a no telecommunications policy so you can only contact me when you're at the hotel. I expect weekly reports, and keep an eye on the Senior Staff. The plane's at 7 PM on the dot, Tuesday, usual airport. |
SCP-5387 | euclid | 5/5387 LEVEL 5/5387 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5387 Special Containment Procedures Four contained instances of SCP-5387 are to be kept at Biological Containment Site-103 in a standard greenhouse containment unit. Units are built with remotely regulated air filtration systems installed for humidity and temperature. SCP-5387 should be watered weekly and kept under direct sun-light through a frosted, reinforced glass sun-roof and trimmed daily to avoid overgrowth and a possible containment breach of SCP-5387-A's anomalous effect. Should SCP-5387 show signs of growing an instance of SCP-5387-A, it is to be allowed 24 hours to ripen before being plucked. SCP-5387-A must not be allowed to broadcast before being plucked. Any individual exposed to an SCP-5387-A broadcast must report to on-site staff for immediate Class-B amnestics. SCP-5387-B and -C instances are to be contained in standard human containment chambers and are given limited remote-controlled interactions with the outside world. After plucking, SCP-5387-A instances are to be placed in a small led container fitted with a modified shortwave radio and be recorded for a period of 24 hours for any broadcasts that play. The recording is to be reviewed, documented, and the instance of SCP-5387-A destroyed. Requests for experimentation on SCP-5387-A must be approved by head researcher Dr. Julius Iscariot and must be handled remotely to avoid the effects of SCP-5387-A. Requests for D-Class personnel for the purpose of experiments must be approved in advance by Dr. Julius, and individuals chosen for testing must have no prior experience working in agriculture or broadcasting before interacting with any instance of SCP-5387-A. SCP-5387-B that shows signs of its secondary anomalous effects must be immediately terminated with no exceptions. MTF-Theta-4 "Gardeners" is assigned to the discovery and acquisition of wild instances of SCP-5387. SCP-5387-B and -C are to be detained and administered Class-B amnestics terminated following the events of incident-5387-2. (See Addendum 1) Description SCP-5387 is a genetically modified species of epiphytic cacti from the genus Hylocereus1. Current studies suggest SCP-5387 can grow to 25 to 30 meters tall. Contained instances are dated to be 2,800 years old. Each instance of SCP-5387 is marked with a Roman numeral and is designated accordingly as SCP-5387-3, -5, -8, and -13. SCP-5387's anomalous qualities manifest when it begins to grow SCP-5387-A. The marked carvings found on its trunk will illuminate for forty days before an instance of SCP-5387-A ripens. The only exception is SCP-5387-13, which has yet to bloom during illumination. Only one instance of SCP-5387-A can grow at a time and resembles red pitahaya2. When it ripens, the fruit sends a radio transmission using shortwave frequencies. A host will tell a short passage from a book titled The Book of Red. The host begins by asking its viewers a question relating to the central theme of the passage before reading. The overarching story features a male character attempting to free a group of entities referred to as They, imprisoned by a godlike being referred to as The Fool. SCP-5387-A share the central theme and overarching narrative with other instances originating from the same SCP-5387 instances. Listening to recordings of SCP-5387-A has no effects. SCP-5387 CENTRAL THEME OVERARCHING NARRATIVE NUMBER OF PASSAGES RECORDED SCP-5387-3 Misotheism Passages portrays Misotheism through the character performing some form of ritual around a pillar before cursing at the sky. The character curses The Fool and other historical figures before collapsing on the ground. 8 SCP-5387-5 Overcoming fear The character is portrayed running on earth made of flesh while an unknown beast chases him down. The passages end with the character escaping the beast through the clever use of his surrounding. 4 SCP-5387-8 Guilt The character attempts to ███ ██ commit ███████. The ████ distractions ████ ███ ███████ in the dark. ███ █████ ███ appears and will attempt to ███████ the character only to fail. 2 SCP-5387-13 N/A N/A 0 As of 6/02/████, forty-five percent of the passages recorded have been organized chronologically. Subjects exposed to the broadcast, hereby designated as SCP-5387-B, express a desire to replicate the narrated events. However, SCP-5387-B will not replicate these events unless specific parameters are met. Subjects that have prior history in the field of agriculture or broadcasting, hereby designated as SCP-5387-C, express an extreme desire to share their passage and will actively seek out an audience. SCP-5387-C avoid large public spaces, prefer to talk to individuals in private and intimate settings, and share their passages in a similar to the host. SCP-5387-C will continue to spread the passage until it expires. Listening to SCP-5387-C will create the same effects as of SCP-5387-A. If SCP-5387-B successfully replicates the narrative, SCP-5387-B will spontaneously ignite. Once it dies due by burning, the body explodes. The explosion's blast yield is equivalent to 18,000 kt. After 40 days of the explosion, a new instance of SCP-5387 will materialize in the blast zone's epicenter. Class B amnestic can be used to erase SCP-5387-B mental triggers Further research on alternative containment procedures on SCP-5387-B and -C remains ongoing. Addendum 1 On 3/21/████, a containment breach on the west side ████ ██ allowed the escape of various Euclid class SCPs. MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox") arrived shortly after the breach to capture and contain the escaped SCPs. The aftermath of the ensuing chaos left the site heavily damaged. Surviving staff members were evacuated from the premises with the exception of D-40. Three months prior to the containment breach, D-40 participated in an experiment involving SCP-5387 with Dr. Julius Iscariot as the supervisor. The purpose of the test was to research an effective, humane way to contain SCP-5387-B instances. During the test, D-40 listened to the SCP-5387-A broadcast. Before being placed in an environment that is similar to the narrative's setting, D-40 was administered Class B amnestic. D-40 had little to no memory of the previous experiment and showed no desire to replicate the passage. SCP-5387-B classification was removed on D-40's file, and Dr. Julius determined the use of Class B amnestics to be an effective form of containment. During the evacuation, D-40 was described to be acting strangely by MTF agents. D-40 danced around a large steel pillar for 30 minutes before kneeling on the base of the pillar while crying. Afterward, D-40 began to curse at the sky. Agent Victoria Giuliani reasoned that D-40 was merely suffering due to the trauma caused by the breach and approached D-40 to calm him down. D-40 suddenly burst into flame when Agent Giuliani was about to embrace him. Agent Jude Muertigue shot D-40 dead before he could make contact with Agent Giuliani. After careful reviewing bodycam footage of the incident, Dr. Julius and site director █████ ████ confirmed that Agent Jude's action saved the site and its occupants. D-40's strange behavior was due to the effects of SCP-5387-A, and the Class B amnestics proved to be ineffective for long term containment. After the incident, site command created the MTF Theta-4 "Gardeners" to find and contain the remaining instances of SCP-5387 and to terminate suspected SCP-5387-B and -C. To: Dr. Julius Iscariot From: Dr. Katelyn Zheng Subject: None Julius, I heard you wanted to remove the SCP-5387-B and -C classification on the SCP-5387 document. I understand where you are coming from. But you need to accept the facts. We can't afford to save them, to save everyone. You saw what happened. We were this close to losing everything - that includes you. I don't know what bullshit you heard from the ethics department, but the only effective option for containing this anomaly is to terminate any suspected SCP-5387-B and -C, and those classifications help us. They are SCPs that are literal living nukes that could be out there in the world, walking in broad daylight. Sure, I can only name two places in the world where the ground is made of human flesh, but we are not even sure if they are triggered by their physical environment or emotional state. And we don't even know what is being broadcasted from the missing instances. They could be difficult to replicate, but they could well be normal enough for people to blow up in the middle of the city just because they heard or saw something that triggered them. Julius, as a friend, I'm worried about you. I understand you want to protect the world. But we are the Foundation, not the Justice League. People will die, especially if we are not quick and decisive in our actions. We must be pragmatic because if we don't end one person's life to save millions, we might not have any lives to save at all. Footnotes 1. Often referred to as night-blooming cactus. 2. 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SCP-5388 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-5388 Special Containment Procedures: Following Incident 5388-01, SCP-5388 is to be considered Neutralized. Archived Containment Procedures: SCP-5388 is to be kept within Site-550, located 1km north of Carrigkerry, Ireland. The perimeter is to be heavily monitored for any instance of SCP-5388-2 or SCP-5388-3 attempting to breach containment. Any instances of SCP-5388 attempting to escape are to be immediately neutralized via lethal means. Twice a day, four bulls are to be deposited into the cell for feeding SCP-5388. After it has been fed, three D-Class personnel are to enter the cell to collect the bones of said bulls, while avoiding SCP-5388. Any messages made by SCP-5388-1 are to be documented and ignored. Description: SCP-5388 was the collective designation for a colony of Apatura Iris.1 SCP-5388 consisted of up to 800,000 individual members while in containment. Research into individual members of the colony (herein referred to as SCP-5388-1) showed that they all possessed sapience. Each member displayed strength similar to that of human beings, rather than a standard Apatura Iris. Notably, SCP-5388 was observed to show behavior emulating human colonial powers similar to territorial empires (Specifically, the [DATA EXPUNGED]) in the late 18th century. This was indicated by the way SCP-5388 acted towards separate political groups, feeding behaviors, and other factors. All instances of SCP-5388 were recorded to be female, with the exception of two individuals, herein referred to as SCP-5388-2, (the 'emperor') and SCP-5388-3 (the emperor's 'heir'). While SCP-5388-2 seemed to show little to no difference in behavior towards its 'subjects,' it was constantly seen being guarded by at least 2000 individuals each. Members of SCP-5388 all seem to show a resistance to standard attacks, capable of surviving direct blasts from flamethrowers and highly potent pesticides with minimal damage to itself. SCP-5388-2 was capable of communicating with Foundation personnel by commanding SCP-5388-1 into forming phrases. Phrases had been noted to be disjointed, misspelled, and in multiple different languages.2 However, SCP-5388-2 would not speak directly to Foundation personnel, unless coerced into talking. When it neared the end of its life, SCP-5388-2 would choose an individual SCP-5388-1 as its "wife," and proceed to father a group of juvenile SCP-5388-1 and one instance of SCP-5388-3. Juvenile individuals would develop in a manner identified to Apatura Iris, with the exception of SCP-5388-3. It would have had a guard detail approximately the same amount as SCP-5388-2. Once in the stage of metamorphosis, all instances of SCP-5388-1 would avoid SCP-5388-3 until it fully developed into its adult stage. After SCP-5388-3 had fully developed, SCP-5388-2 would begin to "teach" SCP-5388-3 how to command SCP-5388-1 into forming letters, words, and sentences.3 After SCP-5388-2 perished, SCP-5388-3 would assume command over SCP-5388, becoming an instance of SCP-5388-2. This cycle would have continued indefinitely. The body of the former SCP-5388-2 would be left alone. Feeding patterns of SCP-5388 differentiated from that of a non-anomalous Apatura Iris. Rather than scavenging for corpses, it would hunt for prey. Prey had included animals of varying sizes, but larger mammals seemed to be the preferred option. Hunting was done by completely enveloping targeted animals and, while prey was distracted, either entering the mouth of prey or burrowing through the flesh via unknown means, destroying vital organs before prey succumbs to this attack. Once this had been achieved, all members of SCP-5388 would congregate around prey. SCP-5388-2 would then begin feeding on the corpse, and after approximately one minute, the rest would begin consuming their prey. This was repeated until the colony was completely fed. Discovery: On 07/02/20██, SCP-5388 came to the Foundation's attention after a series of disappearances in the Carrigkerry Bogs involving multiple tourists, ecologists, and search and rescue teams. Embedded agents in the area were alerted to this and, upon discovery, the Foundation sent MTF Lambda-12 ("Pest Control") to assess the situation. Once the colony had been tracked down, a swarm of SCP-5388-1 led by SCP-5388-2 attempted to kill Task Force members. Following numerous failed attempts, SCP-5388 fled from Lambda-12. Upon locating and surrounding the entirety of SCP-5388-1, they began making one phrase: "SURRENDER" and held this formation until Lambda-12 retreated away from SCP-5388, to which the colony slowly emerged from hiding, and later allowed itself to be contained. + Log of containment breach attempts - Close Log Addendum 5388-01: Following containment, there have been 5 attempts made by SCP-5388-2 to breach containment. A full log of these attempts can be found below. Attempt 01: On 07/11/20██, SCP-5388-2 attempted to leave its containment zone. This was met with suppression from on-site guards. SCP-5388-2 then repeats this attempt 14 times before falling into submission. . Attempt 02: On 07/16/20██, SCP-5388-2, along with several instances of SCP-5388-1 attempted to leave its containment zone. This was met with suppression from on-site guards. This attempt was repeated 3 times before SCP-5388-2 reportedly gave up on this attempt. . Attempt 03: On 07/21/20██, SCP-5388-2 directed several instances of SCP-5388-1 to attempt to breach containment near the Northern edge of the containment zone. While this was in progress, SCP-5388-2 attempted to leave the containment zone on the opposite side of the containment zone. This was met with suppression from on-site guards. Unlike previous attempts, this was only done once. . Attempt 04: On 07/29/20██, SCP-5388-2 directed an assault against the main control room of Site-550. This was met with suppression from on-site guards. This was attempted once. . Attempt 05: On 08/09/20██, during cleaning of its containment zone, SCP-5388-1 attacked D-Class personnel in an attempt to breach containment. SCP-5388-2 proceeded to hold them hostage, claiming that it would release them if it was granted freedom. These threats were ignored, and D-Class personnel were killed by SCP-5388-1. This was attempted once. + Interview Log 5388-08-10-20██ - Close Log Interviewed: [SCP-5388-2, along with several instances of SCP-5388-1 for communication] Interviewer: [Dr. Oliver Norton] Foreword: [Dr. Norton, a Researcher fluent in many languages, was in the control room of Site-550, with SCP-5388-2 at the overview window.] <Begin Log> Dr. Norton: Hello, SCP-5388-2. SCP-5388-2: WHO IS YOU MEN Dr. Norton: We're the SCP Foundation. Now, the purpose of this interview is to- SCP-5388-2: WANT YOU MEN GOWAY Dr. Norton: Goway? Do you mean to say that you want us to leave? SCP-5388-2: WANT YOU MEN GOWAY Dr. Norton: I'm sorry, but that isn't gonna happen. SCP-5388-2: WHAT CAN EMPEROR DO FOR YOU MEN GOWAY Dr. Norton: We ain't leaving, SCP-5388-2. SCP-5388-2 is unresponsive for a few seconds. Dr. Norton: How about we start with what you are, alright? SCP-5388-2: IF EMPEROR TELL YOU MEN LEGACY YOU MEN GOWAY Dr. Norton: …Maybe, I'll think about it afterwards, ok? Now, let's start with how your empire was formed. SCP-5388-2: SUBJECT WERE BAD NOT KNOWING WHAT ORDER WAS Dr. Norton: Order? SCP-5388-2: FIRST EMPEROR BROUGHT ORDER Dr. Norton: First emperor? Mind explaining that a bit more there? SCP-5388-2: FIRST EMPEROR SAW SUBJECTS AS WEAK FIRST EMPEROR WANTED TO SEE SUBJECTS STRONGEST Dr. Norton: He saw them as weak? How? SCP-5388-2: SUBJECTS NOT KNOW HOW TO BE LIVE Dr. Norton: Live? You mean they didn't know how to survive in the ecosystem, right? SCP-5388-2: SUBJECTS WERE NOLIVE IN ECOSISTERM FIRST EMPEROR NOT WANT THAT Dr. Norton: So what'd he do about it? SCP-5388-2: FIRST EMPEROR SAID SUBJECTS TOGETHER STRONGEST WITH ORDER Dr. Norton: How'd they respond to it? SCP-5388-2: SUBJECTS WERE NOT ALLOWING FIRST EMPEROR TO BRING ORDER SUBJECTS WANTED FIRST EMPEROR NOLIVE Dr. Norton: Well, beggars can't be choosers, I guess. After that, what happened? SCP-5388-2: FIRST EMPEROR NOT STOP FIRST EMPEROR BROUGHT ORDER BY SHOWING SUBJECTS ORDER Dr. Norton: And by showing order, he did… what exactly? SCP-5388-2: FIRST EMPEROR SHOWED STRONGEST EMPIRE Dr. Norton: Strongest empire… Are you referring to the [DATA EXPUNGED]? SCP-5388-2: THAT IS WHAT YOU MAN CALL IT AFTER SUBJECTS SAW STRONGEST EMPIRE SUBJECTS BECAME EMPIRE Dr. Norton: Huh… I see. Now, let's discuss the way your "empire" works. SCP-5388-2: EMPEROR NOT KNOW WHAT YOU MAN WANT Dr. Norton: Y'know, like why there aren't any other males? SCP-5388-2: FIRST EMPEROR WANT SUBJECTS TO BE LIKE STRONGEST EMPEROR LAND Dr. Norton: Wait, are you saying that he wanted to mirror the [DATA EXPUNGED] exactly? Like, killing all the men? SCP-5388-2: FAKE EMPERORS WERE NOT SUBJECTS FAKE EMPERORS WERE EVIL THING IN BODY OF NOLIVE EMPEROR Dr. Norton: Wait, lemme get this straight. Are you saying that the founding emperor had killed all the other male members of the colony? And here I thought we were barbaric. SCP-5388-2: FIRST EMPEROR BROUGHT ORDER FIRST EMPEROR BROUGHT LAWS Dr. Norton: Laws? Could you please specify these laws? SCP-5388-2: FIRST LAW NO FAKE EMPERORS Dr. Norton: Ok, any details about this law? SCP-5388-2: NO REMEMBER NO REMEMBER ANY D TALE Dr. Norton: Alright then, continue. SCP-5388-2: OTHER FIRST LAW CHOSEN WIFE MUST SIRE ONLY ONE NEW EMPEROR FOR OLD EMPEROR NEW EMPEROR MUST NOT NOALIVE BEFORE NEW EMPEROR IS OLD EMPEROR Dr. Norton: Alright, I'm following, continue. SCP-5388-2: OTHER OTHER FIRST LAW EMPIRE MUST BE STRONG AS STRONGEST MONSTER YOU MEN STRONGEST MONSTER Dr. Norton: I see, ok then. How can you determine the "strongest monster?" SCP-5388-2: WHEN SUBJECTS CAN NOCONQUER MONSTER THE MONSTER IS STRONGEST MONSTER Dr. Norton: I see. Proceed then. SCP-5388-2: OTHER OTHER OTHER FIRST LAW EMPEROR MUST KNOW STRONGEST MONSTER TALK AND MAKE NEW EMPEROR KNOW MONSTER TALK WHEN EMPEROR IS OLD EMPEROR Dr. Norton: Is that how you know human languages? SCP-5388-2: YOU MEN TALK BAD EMPEROR NOT KNOW GOOD Dr. Norton: I can see that. But how are you able to do these things? Biologically, it should be impossible for you to do these things. SCP-5388-2: LAWS GOOD NOBREAK IF BREAK ORDER LOST Dr. Norton: What happens when order is lost? SCP-5388-2 pauses for a moment. SCP-5388-2: ALL EMPIRE SUBJECTS NOLIVE Dr. Norton: Alright SCP-5388-2, that'll be all. SCP-5388-2: YOU MEN GOWAY Dr. Norton: (Towards security) Terminate the interview, we're done here. SCP-5388-2: WANT KNOWING OF YOU MEN <End Log> Closing Statement: I feel that it is necessary for SCP-5388-2 to maintain this "order" for it to maintain a stable containment. Dr. Norton. + Log of messages made by SCP-5388-2 - Close Log Addendum 5388-02: On 08/11/20██, SCP-5388-2 began displaying messages at an inconsistent rate with SCP-5388-1. These messages hypothetically ranged from inquisitive to threatening, but it is difficult to understand, given their poor grammar. Message 5388-A: Date: 08/11/20██ Message: WANT KNOWING OF YOU MEN Message 5388-B: Date: 08/11/20██ Message: MAKE GOWAY YOU MEN Message 5388-C: Date: 08/12/20██ Message: SUBJECT WILL MAKE YOU MEN NOLIVE Message 5388-D: Date: 08/16/20██ Message: IF EMPEROR MAKE NOT FEAST YOU MEN YOU MEN WANT GOWAY Message 5388-E: Date: 08/19/20██ Message: EMPEROR NOT FEAST YOU MEN YOU MEN WANT GOWAY Message 5388-F: Date: 08/21/20██ Message: EMPEROR WANT HELPFUL TO YOU MEN Note: After this message was received, SCP-5388 was scheduled to be fed. During cleanup, D-11037 accidentally destroyed SCP-5388-3 while it was undergoing metamorphosis. At that moment, all instances of SCP-5388-1 proceeded to attack all D-Class personnel within the area. Following this incident, SCP-5388-1 and -2 had shown an extreme aversion towards all Foundation personnel, and had not attempted to reproduce to give birth to another instance of SCP-5388-3. Remains of prey were not to be collected following this incident. Later messages were inconsistent, with misspellings becoming more and more frequent, as well as less instances of SCP-5388-1 creating said messages. Message 5388-G: Date: 08/23/20██ Message: WAMT SORY SUBLECT HAYE ENP3POR SUBJ3CY NOCALM SUPJECT NO YHINIC OPDER OOOD Message 5388-H: Date: 08/25/20██ Message: MAK SUBJECY NOHRTE EMPEROP SU8JECT VVANY 3MPEPOR NOLIV3 ENPEROP WANY ORBER Message 5388-I: Date: 08/26/20██ Message: EHPEPOR SOPRT SORRYSORYWANT YOU MEN GOWAY GOWAYGOWAYOOWAT Message 5388-J: Date: 08/30/20██ Message: WAMT PAYI3NCE NEEB OOVVATPALN THEN CAM BE CALN + Incident 5388-01 - Close Log Incident 5388-01: On 09/07/20██, SCP-5388-2 was observed being hunted down by all instances of SCP-5388-1 within its containment zone. After approximately 2 minutes, SCP-5388-2 had been surrounded by SCP-5388-1. After being motionless for 2 minutes, SCP-5388-1 began to swarm SCP-5388-2 completely, obscuring all visual contact. Phrases could be seen amongst the swarm, mainly consisting of "NO MORE," "FAILURE," "WEAKNESS," and "REVOLUTION." After 5 minutes, SCP-5388-1 dispersed. Remains of SCP-5388-2 consisted of a singular piece of its left wing. Remains were destroyed by personnel. Following this incident, SCP-5388-1 displayed no anomalous properties. SCP-5388 was later reassigned to Neutralized. Requests to terminate SCP-5388 are, as of writing this document, pending further review. + Termination requests | LEVEL 4 ACCESS ONLY - Close Log Date: 09/11/20██ Time: 11:57 From: Dr. Oliver Norton To: Site Director Doucette Subject: Termination of SCP-5388 Hello This is a formal request on the termination of SCP-5388. After what happened three days ago, and with the complete lack of anomalous properties of SCP-5388, I am requesting that it be terminated, and reassigned to Neutralized. Thank you for listening. ~ Dr. Oliver Norton of Site-550 . Date: 09/12/20██ Time: 17:29 From: Site Director Doucette To: Dr. Oliver Norton Subject: RE: Termination of SCP-5388 Dr. Norton After examination of the current status of SCP-5388, I have decided to deny your request for termination of the aforementioned. It is not a priority of the Foundation, and has been deemed unnecessary. Research into SCP-5388 will be proceeding as scheduled. Site Director Doucette . Date: 09/13/20██ Time: 17:56 From: Dr. Oliver Norton To: Site Director Doucette Subject: RE: RE: Termination of SCP-5388 Unnecessary? It's a flock of butterflies. My team has not recorded anything out of the ordinary. They'll die out, eventually, so why hold them? It's a waste of the Foundation's resources and effort. I hope you reconsider your decision. ~ Dr. Oliver Norton . Date: 09/15/20██ Time: 17:22 From: Site Director Doucette To: Dr. Oliver Norton Subject: RE: RE: RE: Termination of SCP-5388 Dr. Norton No, you will continue to conduct research on SCP-5388 untill it is deemed unnecessary. As of right now, containment will continue for the unforeseeable future, and your actions will be documented as well. Watch your attitude, doctor, this is not some household argument, this is a matter of security. These 'butterflies' are not normal, they have shown anomalous properties. I don't want you to contact me again unless you have something important to tell me. Site Director Doucette Footnotes 1. Commonly referred to as the great purple emperor butterfly. 2. It seems that SCP-5388-2 had a very poor understanding of the human language and did not know how to properly conjugate words and form grammatically correct phrases. 3. 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SCP-5389 | euclid | Agisuru You can check out more of my works here: Agisuru's Very Cool Author Page Item#: 5389 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures SCP-5389-A containment, with SCP-5389-A-1, "Barney", exiting for transfer to another site as part of Protocol Ib-e. SCP-5389-A instances are to be housed in enclosures with no more than 4 other SCP-5389-A from within the instances' family unit. SCP-5389-A enclosures are to be lined with concrete and separated from observation decks by a moat. In the event that an instance does reach an observation deck, researchers should engage with SCP-5389-A as they normally would. Continually giving the instance minor tasks and rewarding obedience with authorized treats may aid in keeping the instance occupied until security staff arrives. No humans or sapient anomalies are allowed within 10 km of SCP-5389-B. Staff are authorized to terminate any that persistently attempt to enter SCP-5389-B. Should Foundation staff mention a desire to enter the radius around SCP-5389-B or mention an entity residing inside SCP-5389-B, they are to be administered amnestics and relocated immediately following psychological evaluation. Any news reports or online discussions of tsunamis, earthquakes, or other such natural disasters occurring in or near the Korea Bay are to be suppressed. Staff are to continually monitor ultrasonic communications made by SCP-5389-A or that occur within 50 km of SCP-5389-B. If the 91919 or "triple-heartbeat" pattern1 is detected, site staff are to enact Protocol Ib-e2. Description SCP-5389 refers to two closely-related anomalies, designated SCP-5389-A and SCP-5389-B. SCP-5389-A are hypercarnivorous3, quadrupedal vertebrates with a semiaquatic lifestyle. All SCP-5389-A possess a total of six limbs: four legs with a bear-like posture and a pair of emaciated arms attached at the base of the neck. All digits of SCP-5389-A are webbed and tipped with 5 to 10 cm claws. SCP-5389-A are completely hairless and lack any pigmentation in their skin, though they do excrete a thin layer of mucous. Each SCP-5389-A instance discovered thus far has a unique pattern of irregular marks across its flanks akin to a leopard's spots. Dissections found these patterns to be made up of scar tissue. SCP-5389-A possess no eyes, nose, or external ears, though they do have an elongated nasal cavity similar to that of a dog. SCP-5389-A specimens have a series of sensory organs dotted along their "snout" that are believed to be thermoreceptors and electroreceptors akin to those possessed by some snakes and sharks, respectively. SCP-5389-B consists of former secure Foundation facility Site-109 located in the Korea Bay. On April 13, 2018, Site-109 experienced catastrophic structural failure, causing it to sink into the bay. Following this event, Site-109 was designated as SCP-5389-B. Most anomalies contained within are now classified as decommissioned, though no attempt has been made to retrieve said objects or confirm their destruction. Special Protocols, Containment History, and Other Addenda Addendum 1: + Protocol Ib-e - Protocol Ib-e All sites containing SCP-5389-A instances are to be evacuated. SCP-5389-A relocation takes priority, and instances should be transported to a facility no fewer than 10 km from the nearest body of water. Should underwater seismic activity approaching any Foundation site continue, all other anomalies and Foundation personnel are to be evacuated. An MTF team outfitted for deep-sea missions will be dispatched to prime the on-site nuclear warhead for detonation. Addendum 2: SCP-5389-A was first recovered on August 14th, 2014, when the Foundation sent out a team to investigate reports of mutilated tiger corpses near ████████, North Korea. The team had entered heavily armed, supplied with both lethal and nonlethal weaponry, including traps, sedatives, and bindings to aid in containment of the suspected anomaly. The team was led by Agent Orne. As this interview was conducted before the designation of SCP-5389-B, instances of SCP-5389-A are referred to only as "SCP-5389". + Interview Transcript, Agent Orne - Interview Transcript, Agent Orne Olmstead: I must thank you for coming on such short notice, Miss Orne. Orne: Sure. It's about Barney, right? Olmstead: …Pardon? Orne: The first SCP-5389 instance we captured. Olmstead: Uh… yes, that is generally how we prefer to phrase things. Now, if you could please state your name, occupation, and today's date for the record. Orne: Eliza Orne, former field agent. Not sure what I'd call my position now besides… just an operative. Zookeeper, I guess? Today is the 7th of March, 2016. Olmstead: Could you recount your initial containment of SCP-5389? Orne: Fine. We heard something about some tiger corpses showing up, but their wounds didn't match any predators or scavengers in the area. We figured it was gonna be something real nasty, y'know? Especially with the arsenal they gave me and the other agents. Ain't exactly how things turned out, though. Orne: We set up near a lake. The thing's footprints were all over the shore. There're a few spots where it looked like it'd been digging. There were usually small animal bones near those spots, so Barney'd probably been stowing snacks there for later. Orne: We had brought a blind, like what's used for hunting ducks, so we could monitor an area for signs of the thing. We waited for three days, but the most we ever got was a rustle in the bushes whenever we sat down to eat. Orne: He didn't show up 'til around noon the fourth day. I was sitting outside the blind, keeping an eye on another agent while he took a piss, just so he wouldn't be alone, y'know? That's when I felt something pushing my backpack up against me, like someone was rummaging around in there. Orne: I didn't hear anything approach, it was just… there all of the sudden. Didn't seem bothered by me seeing him. The only thing Barney seemed annoyed by was the fact that I'd turned around and my backpack was out of its reach. Olmstead: What was it doing with your backpack? Orne: Y'know those little T-Rex arms he has? The thing had been pressing his snout into my backpack and trying to shove those tiny hands in there. Olmstead: I imagine that must have been quite a shock. Orne: Honestly, by that point I'd spent three days having this thing built up in my mind as some huge monster that could easily rip a tiger apart. Instead, it just looked like some real fucked-up sea lion. Ugly as sin, but charming in its own way. It was like… it acted like a toddler. It wanted something, and it was just disappointed it couldn't get it. Olmstead: It didn't attack you or anything? Orne: Nah. I opened my backpack for it, and it was pretty happy to snuffle around in there. It made this chirping noise when it started pulling out protein bars and beef jerky. Olmstead: And how did you end up capturing the anomaly? Orne: Wouldn't call it capture. I just grabbed some food from one of the others' bags and started to lead the thing away. It didn't seem bothered 'bout following us. It probably figured there was gonna be more food wherever we brought it. Hell, he followed us for almost a whole day. By the time we got near the site and called in for some backup to escort it, we'd already started warming up to him. One of the guys even taught him to sit on command. Olmstead: …I see. And following that, you were assigned to its care? Orne: Yup. Field work ain't worth shit, apparently. I didn't do anything to deserve getting punished like this. At least Barney's better company than those researchers. Olmstead: Right. Well, thank you. I believe that concludes my questioning. Olmstead has requested Orne be reprimanded for unprofessional conduct during this interview. No such reprimands were issued, though this was in part due to Orne's presumed death during the collapse of SCP-5389-B. Addendum 3: On July 11th, 2015, a small, inflatable pool was introduced to SCP-5389-A containment by Dr. Olmstead. Within a matter of hours, multiple SCP-5389-A instances were witnessed fighting over access to the pool. Whenever one gained control of the pool, it would spend hours on end lying down within it. In the months following, researchers began introducing various "toys" to the moat in the SCP-5389-A containment pen without authorization. After taking punitive measures for the breach of security protocol, it was ultimately decided to provide a standard set of enrichment items to SCP-5389-A containment, including large tanks of water and items with which they could play. The following is an excerpt from an interview between Dr. Olmstead and Dr. Allen regarding the behavior of SCP-5389-A. Doctor Allen is presumed dead, having been on-site during the collapse of SCP-5389-B. As this interview was conducted before the designation of SCP-5389-B, instances of SCP-5389-A are referred to only as "SCP-5389". + Interview Transcript, Drs. Olmstead and Allen - Interview Transcript, Drs. Olmstead and Allen Olmstead: Alright. So, stating for the record. This is Doctor Olmstead, lead researcher of SCP-5389. Allen: Zadok Allen. Animal behavior specialist for the Foundation. I am not formally assigned to SCP-5389 research, but Olmstead requested I observe them to confirm his suspicions. Olmstead: Thank you. I would like to say that I've quite enjoyed having you help with SCP-5389. Allen: Did you really need to say that on-record? Besides, you spend more time with the SCP-5389 instances than with any actual people. I doubt my presence could really make that much of a difference for you. Olmstead: No, no, I insist, you're much easier to… ah, forget it. It's not really relevant. Tell me what you discovered. Allen: Well, I can't say it's the most professional observation. I'm fully aware I might just be humanizing the creature after staring at it for so long. At any rate, they seem to recognize when it's the same researcher visiting them each day. We started making note of their reactions, though because we weren't anticipating such a thing arising, we missed out on recording the first few days. Allen: Whenever they saw a researcher they knew, especially one that gave them food or affection, they'd start to make these… chirping noises, I suppose you'd say? That's the only time we've ever witnessed them make that noise so far. Allen: And they'd do this little dance where they'd start to really pick up their forelegs as they walked. Sometimes they would just stand in place and do that trotting motion. There's something oddly whimsical about it. It's like seeing a bear at a circus. Olmstead: And they'd only do this in response to specific researchers? Allen: That's correct. Olmstead: So they're excellent at following commands, skilled at tracking, and may form attachments to humans. Is it possible they could be useful to the Foundation? Allen: …Pardon me? We haven't tested their ability to follow commands. Olmstead: Oh. I swear I asked you to. It even says on my notes right here… Allen: No. We just worked with their ability to solve problems and understand spoken language. We have no reason to test an anomaly's obedience. Addendum 4 (Incident Report S109-O): On February 23rd, 2017, a mass containment breach occurred at Site-109, during which ██ Keter-class and ██ Euclid-class entities breached containment, hereby referred to as Incident S109-O. This incident occurred over a year prior to the collapse of Site-109. As the incident caused no noteworthy damage to any structural component of the Site and no anomalies that breached containment are believed to have been capable of causing the Site itself to become anomalous, it is deemed unrelated to the Site's later designation as SCP-5389-B. The following is a transcript of video feed from the security cameras in the observation deck of SCP-5389-A Containment Pen 6 during Incident S109-O. + Excerpt from SCP-5389-A Deck Security Cameras, Incident S109-O - Excerpt from SCP-5389-A Deck Security Cameras, Incident S109-O Excerpt begins at 19:06:00, five minutes before SCP-████ containment breach occurs, kicking off site-wide containment failure. TIME VIDEO LOG SPECTROGRAM DATA 19:06:00 Three junior researchers and Dr. Olmstead are present on observation deck. Dr. Olmstead issues commands to offscreen 5389-A, tossing pieces of jerky down as rewards. N/A 19:11:11 Sirens go off. Security doors automatically shut to prevent SCP-5389-A from breaching containment, sealing off the observation deck. N/A 19:11:28 Doors have completely sealed. The three junior researchers attempt to open the security doors, but are unable to. Olmstead does not seem disturbed. Ultrasonic chatter from SCP-5389-A becomes more frequent and repetitive. 19:18:38 Silhouette of SCP-████ appears in the door, slowly melting through. Junior researchers retreat from the door. N/A 19:19:19 Olmstead produces a thin metal object from his pocket and raises it to his lips. Object later identified as a dog whistle. Spectrogram shows sustained ultrasonic frequency from the observation deck. SCP-5389-A fall silent. 19:20:08 SCP-████ breaches the security doors. Communication from SCP-5389-A begins again, frenzied and far louder. 19:20:12 SCP-████ approaches researchers. Silent alarms are tripped, indicating something has neared the observation deck. SCP-5389-A-16 breaches containment and attacks SCP-████. Spectrogram rendered unreliable due to sounds of combat. 19:21:34 Silent alarm is triggered a second time. SCP-5389-A-14 breaches containment. N/A 19:24:40 SCP-5389-A-14 and SCP-5389-A-16 drive off SCP-████. SCP-5389-A-16 has suffered minor chemical burns to the mouth, arms, face, and chest as a result of attacking SCP-████; SCP-5389-A-14 only suffered chemical burns to its hands and mouth. Both guard the door, completely still. Silence from all SCP-5389-A. 19:25:31 SCP-5389-A-14 and SCP-5389-A-16 huddle around the researchers. Occasional "chirps" registered from observation deck. 19:30:17 Unidentified anomaly attempts to enter the observation deck. Both SCP-5389-A charge the anomaly, driving it off. SCP-5389-A-14 disappears into the hallway in pursuit of the anomaly. SCP-5389-A-16 remains on observation deck. Both SCP-5389-A-14 and SCP-5389-A-16 continually emit sound outside range of human hearing. SCP-5389-A-16 falls silent shortly after SCP-5389-A-14 leaves. 19:34:38 SCP-5389-A-14 returns. N/A 19:35:00 Excerpt cuts. N/A 20:57:00 Footage resumes. Olmstead has stated that by this point he had exhausted his supply of beef jerky to feed to the SCP-5389-A on the deck. He does not seem concerned. SCP-5389-A still in containment begin chirping once again. 20:59:11 Foundation security arrive to the observation deck and disengage the lock. SCP-5389-A-14 and SCP-5389-A-16 charge Foundation personnel. Spectrogram shows a solid bar, though little sound is audible; evidence suggests that many or all SCP-5389-A were calling at that time. 20:59:28 Olmstead raises the dog whistle to his lips. SCP-5389-A-14 and SCP-5389-A-16 stand down. Foundation agents enter observation deck. Sustained ultrasonic frequency is picked up by audio equipment once again. The sound ceases when SCP-5389-A-14 and SCP-5389-A-16 halt. 21:00 Excerpt ends. N/A SCP-████ was a predatory, keter-class SCP. The SCP is officially considered decommissioned due to the collapse of SCP-5389-B. As of yet, no further instances of SCP-████ have been sighted, though its corpse was never recovered. Addendum 5: The following messages are communications between O5 command and Dr. Olmstead. They have been deemed relevant enough to SCP-5389 to warrant inclusion. Access SCiPNET Email Archives? Thank you for using SCiPNET Email Archives. Your information has been logged. To: O5 Command From: Dr. Olmstead Subject: SCP-5389 Something isn't right with Site-109. I know it's anomalous, but just calling it anomalous and leaving it at that doesn't sit well with me. Why would it just sink out of the blue? I remember it being chalked up to earthquakes, but none of the seismic activity recorded in the area even breached a 3.5 on the Richter scale. That's not a serious enough earthquake to cause a facility to collapse, let alone one that's specifically designed to withstand earthquakes. Why have we always known with such certainty that Site-109's anomalous properties related to SCP-5389-A? We don't have evidence of it, and I sure don't see any way they could have caused an entire site to become anomalous. Why is it even considered anomalous in the first place if it's just a research facility that fell into the sea? We both know that it's all (pardon the expression) fishy as hell, and sitting here doing nothing isn't going to get us any closer to finding out what's up. We need these questions answered so whatever happened to Site-109 doesn't happen again. SCP-5389-A show promise. They've surpassed any expectations for intelligence and they're fantastically obedient. Considering their love of water, they might be able to help explore Site-109 without risking any agents' lives. We need to look into putting them to use for the Foundation. To: Dr. Olmstead From: O5-2 Subject: Re:SCP-5389 At this point in time, we know nothing about SCP-5389-B. It would be reckless to authorize an exploration at this point. We don't want another disaster like Site-13's exploration on our hands. We can't afford it. Until we know what is and is not still in there, we cannot make manned trips and we certainly cannot allow others to traipse in there. Focus on securing SCP-5389-B's perimeter instead. Try to remember that our motto is "Secure, Contain, Protect," not "Safe, Cute, Pets". Both SCP-5389-A and SCP-5389-B are dangerous. Training and fielding SCP-5389-A would be flagrantly irresponsible from that perspective alone, not to mention the significant possibility of their presence causing word of the Foundation to spread. Dogs get the job done just fine without the risk. To: O5 Command From: Dr. Olmstead Subject: Site-109 Something in Site-109 is getting restless. The only time the area saw seismic activity this frequently was right before the site sank. The strength of the tremors is consistent, but more of them happen each day. There's something in there that's still active. We need to find out what it is. Stop ignoring the problem. To: Dr. Olmstead From: O5-2 Subject: Re:Site-109 We agree with your assessment, but you're getting ahead of yourself. SCP-5389-B is anomalous. We don't know anything about SCP-5389-B's anomalous properties, and there very well may be other anomalies uncontained within it. For that reason, we cannot allow it to be explored. Sending people in when we know so little would be suicide, and though we work for the good of humanity, such a loss of life would be reckless and irresponsible, if not completely pointless. To: O5 Command From: Dr. Olmstead Subject: Site-1091919 Every single time you mention Site-109, you talk about how we don't know anything about it, but I'm the only goddamn person on the staff who seems to care to investigate. You're exactly right! We know nothing! Do you know how we fix that? Investigating it! I don't understand how you can let Site-109 go. You're just willing to accept that whatever the hell did that has unlimited access to all of those anomalies now? Hell, the site's warhead is still down there! You're not even going to try to find out how big of a threat all that could be? Allen deserves more than disappearing into the ocean forever. All of them do. The least we could do is go in there and get some closure about what happened to them. You read my reports. Why haven't they been added to SCP-5389's file? Isn't the fact that we keep seeing SCP-5389-A specimens in the bay congregating around where Site-109 sank incredibly significant? Isn't that the EXACT sort of thing we'd usually send an MTF to check out? Why are you still ignoring this? Why am I STILL the only person who's looked into this? Addendum 6: In light of his emails, Dr. Olmstead was detained and questioned regarding his unauthorized exploration of SCP-5389-B. The following transcript is taken from Olmstead's interrogation. + Interrogation Transcript, Dr. Olmstead - Interrogation Transcript, Dr. Olmstead Interviewer: You knew that SCP-5389-B was off-limits. Olmstead: I was the one who wrote the containment procedures. Of course I knew it was off-limits. Interviewer: And yet you do not deny that you violated those procedures and entered SCP-5389-B. Olmstead: I submitted a report about it. That's kind of the opposite of denying it, wouldn't you say? Interviewer: What could have possibly compelled you to do that? Olmstead: Besides the fact that I don't like ignoring a potential threat for what feels like no reason? The 5389-A specimens I worked with kept trying to lead me there. Anytime I took them out in the field, they'd try to drag me in Site-109's direction. Even if we were on another goddamn continent, the 5389-As always knew where He was. They wanted me to know, too. Interviewer: Classifying something as an anomaly hardly counts as ignoring it. Furthermore, taking SCP-5389-A instances out of containment could have jeopardized Foundation secrecy. What possessed you to do such a thing? Olmstead: It was never a risk. I never took them outside of Foundation-controlled areas. Interviewer: What about the risk to personnel safety? They could have attacked someone. Olmstead: They wouldn't. They're obedient, you know. They listen to my orders almost as well as they listen to His. Interviewer: Whose? Olmstead: Well, if you read the report I submitted about my excursion into Site-109— Interviewer: We have no record of any such report being submitted. Olmstead: Of course not. Why did I think you would have the thing I physically handed in? How silly of me. Olmstead: I saw the wreckage. It's swarming with 5389-A. Kind of an important note, don't you think? I mean, considering that 5389-A share their number with Site-109 and we constantly watch Site-109, you'd think we'd know that. Do you know how often junior staff asked me why Site-109 is mentioned in the document? Literally nobody knew the reason! Even I didn't know the reason! Interviewer: SCP-5389-A and SCP-5389-B are intrinsically linked. That is why they share a designation. Olmstead: How? We didn't have evidence. But I do. It was never about the 5389-As, was it? It's about Him. The thing they answer to. Interviewer: That is enough for the time being, Olmstead. If you'll excuse me, I have to make my report about this discussion. Olmstead: I saw Him, you know, when I went to visit Site-109. He was looking out above the water. He saw me. I knew who He was immediately. I don't know how. I just… I knew. I knew He was the one who sank Site-109. He was the one who brought me there. He was the reason you've been so tight-lipped about why Site-109 is considered anomalous at all. You're scared of Him, aren't you? That's what all the secrecy's about, isn't it? Interviewer: …Just to reiterate, you are telling me that you witnessed something in SCP-5389-B? Olmstead: I wouldn't put it so lightly. It wasn't a choice. He made me see Him. Interviewer: …I see. Olmstead: I'm guessing that means it's my turn to be covered up too, isn't it? Interviewer: No. Nothing is being covered up, Dr. Olmstead, least of all you or your actions. You will, however, be staying here at least until we've sorted out how to deal with your breach of protocol. Olmstead: Why? The Foundation doesn't want me here. They've made that pretty obvious. Why not just send me to Site-109 to die? I'm more welcome there anyway. At least the 5389-A like me. At least He wants me around. Interviewer: …I need to report what you've told me. I'll be back within the hour. Following the conclusion of his interrogation, orders were given for Olmstead's termination. Addendum 7: Seizure of Dr. Olmstead's personal belongings yielded the discovery of journal entries on his computer containing information relevant to SCP-5389. As such, a selection of entries from the journal has been included below. As some of these entries were written before the designation of SCP-5389-B, instances of SCP-5389-A may be referred to as "SCP-5389". + Personal Journal of Dr. Olmstead - Personal Journal of Dr. Olmstead March 7, 2016 Interview couldn't have gone worse. Orne was rude beyond belief. I just didn't know what to say at any point. I've never been good at dealing with people like her. Maybe that's why I hated working in food service so much. I'm not looking forward to having to transcribe my own fumblings later. The only thing worse than hearing my own voice is hearing how stupidly I react. Better me than inflicting that job on someone else, I guess. Not like anyone would be willing to help me by taking something like that off my plate. Funny that the SCP-5389 all seem to like her. Not just Barney, either. All of them. Everyone on the team I've spoken to agrees she's not a very likeable person. Maybe she just has a way with animals. August 22, 2016 Allen's going to be working with us for a few months. It'll be nice to have someone onboard who actually respects me. Goodness knows I could do with some good luck for once in my life. He understands animals. Maybe he'll be able to help me with SCP-5389 behavior. I bet he'll love them, too. They're so friendly. I just know he'll find that adorable. December 4, 2016 Today's the last day Allen will be working on SCP-5389 with us. It's been great having him. The junior researchers all seem to respect him a lot more than they ever respected me. The SCP-5389 are more obedient for me than they were him, though. At least they still like me. February 23, 2017 They listened to me. The SCP-5389 LISTENED to me during the containment breach! I can't believe this! This is huge! This might be the biggest breakthrough I've had in my entire tenure with the Foundation! God, I can't get over this. I never expected things would turn out this well. Sure, I hoped, but in the same way I hoped I could be famous when I was a kid. Seeing things actually happen the way I knew they could is exhilarating beyond belief. Once I draw up my report on their obedience, I just KNOW O5 will let me start training them for field use! February 24, 2017 O5 did not let me start training them for field use. That was the fastest O5 has ever responded to me. April 13, 2018 I can't believe Site-109 is just… gone. I can't believe Allen's gone. Or Marsh. Hell, even Orne. I guess she kind of deserved it though. That's what you get for being such a bitch to me in the interview. I do feel bad for all of the SCP-5389 instances that were in there. I hope they didn't suffer. Maybe they made it out. They can swim. I hope they at least died quickly. June 2, 2018 The 5389 all seem to want to bring me to Site-109. Ever since it collapsed, they've been congregating in the northeast corner of their pen. If I take them out, they always head as far within the Site as possible in that same direction. It's truly odd. Do they know Site-109 is that way? Maybe that's why they're insisting on calling Site-109 "SCP-5389-B" now. I can't think of any other reason for it. Anomalous my ass. Who do they think they are, covering up their failings by calling Site-109 anomalous? It probably collapsed because they couldn't be bothered to do routine maintenance or something. Lord knows I'm the only professional around here. If I don't get things done, nobody will. January 11, 2019 Even O5 is incompetent. Won't even bother to look at Site-109 a second time. Won't give Allen or any of the others who died in there an ounce of dignity. Won't approve edits to mention that the escaped SCP-5389-A make a beeline for Site-109. Nobody gets anything done around here except me. September 19, 2019 Followed an escaped SCP-5389-A. Sure enough, it headed to Site-109 despite the fact it had escaped from a facility on the other side of the continent. I think I understand now what's bringing them there. I didn't see Him directly, but I just… knew about Him somehow. He told me it'll be okay. It's been a long time since someone said anything so nice to me. September 19, 2019 I'll tell O5 about Him. Maybe then they'll listen. Maybe they'll let me bring His hounds with me if I remind them how obedient His hounds are. Don't expect wastes of air like them to understand, but I can hope. September 19, 2019 Nobody appreciates me. Not the way He did. They won't listen. He'll take care of them sooner or later, though. The whole world will be His. I just have to stay faithful. Addendum 8: The following transcript is of an interview with Dr. Marsh on SCP-5389-A. Dr. Marsh was on-site when SCP-5389-B collapsed and is presumed deceased. As this interview was conducted before the designation of SCP-5389-B, instances of SCP-5389-A are referred to only as "SCP-5389". + Interview Transcript, Dr. Marsh. Security Clearance 4/5389 Required. - Interview Transcript, Dr. Marsh. Interviewer: Please state your name and occupation. Marsh: Doctor Barnabas Marsh, Foundation researcher. I have a PhD in linguistics, and— Interviewer: Thank you, Doctor Marsh. Now, why were you brought onto SCP-5389 research? Our records do not show them to be capable of speech. Marsh: Yes, well, I wasn't studying the creatures' noises. Well… not initially, anyway. They wanted me to take a look at their brands. The, uh, markings on their side. Marsh: You see, they kept arranging things into similar patterns. Usually it'd be bones or other remains from food. Sometimes it was their toys. Sometimes it would just be bits of concrete they clawed off the walls. Marsh: It was always these deformed circles. Always. At first, we thought it was just coincidence, but the same patterns kept popping up. Interviewer: What led you to discovering their meaning? Marsh: Uh, it's… kind of stupid, actually. It was also completely unrelated to the actual research I was doing. I was just watching a documentary about ocean life during lunch one day. I sat there and thought to myself "hey, y'know, 5389 are blind, maybe they echolocate like dolphins". Marsh: They don't, by the way. But they do constantly make clicking noises outside our hearing range. …Like dolphins. Marsh: Well, no, not like dolphins. It's more like… Morse code, I guess? That's what made things— pardon the pun— really click. It was always patterns of different volumes of clicks, and silence. Marsh: There was one that I kept hearing from them, one that stuck out to me. Kinda sounded like a heartbeat. It would be a loud click, a soft click, and then silence. They'd do that three times, and then they'd stop clicking for a little while. Marsh: When I looked at the pictures of the patterns they'd arrange, I realized that I kept seeing that same pattern. It'd be a ring that was thicker, a ring that was less thick, and then a space. Marsh: I'd assumed there was something to the shape of the circles all this time, but no. They're just a little clumsy, I think. The shape never mattered. Interviewer: Could you ever figure out a meaning to this pattern? Marsh: It's a name, I believe. Of what, I'm not certain. We've been using numbers to refer to it in order to avoid actually calling that name, just in case something happens. Nine for the loud click followed by a soft click, one for the break in between. Interviewer: I see. One more thing, I was told to ask about "something" happening after the SCP-5389 began leaving their patterns? (Roughly ten seconds of silence follow this question.) Marsh: You know, it wasn't immediate. We didn't connect the two events right away. Hell, it's still a bit of a reach, but with the things the Foundation's seen, it wouldn't be all too strange. Marsh: The first pattern they left was just that, uh… the 91919 pattern. Later that day, there was a string of seismic activity out in the Indian ocean. Marsh: Ever since then, all of the SCP-5389-A have been… dancing, I suppose you could call it. Just looking at the wall between them and the ocean and dancing. Like they can see something out there that we can't. Like they're welcoming it home. Marsh: Whatever's causing the tremors hasn't stopped, and it's… moving. Towards us. Marsh: You know, they say that right before a tsunami hits, the tide starts going out. I've been visiting the bay recently. The tide's been going out for days. It doesn't really make much sense, but every day I visit, the beach is bigger. A lot bigger. Marsh: I don't want to think about what it'll look like when the tide comes back in. Footnotes 1. One loud vocalization, one soft vocalization, then silence, occurring three times in quick succession. See transcript of Dr. Marsh's interview in Addendum 8 for details. 2. See Addendum 1 for details. 3. Diet consists of at least 70% meat. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5389" by Agisuru, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5389. 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-5390 | safe | Remains of the tamale from which SCP-5390-30 was recovered. Item #: SCP-5390 Special Containment Procedures: Food business in the Roma district of Mexico City has been regulated with the excuse of preventing drug dealers; no food sellers should be present in the Roma district after 16:30. Foundation agents disguised as police officers are to monitor the location and amnesticize any affected civilians. Instances manifested by SCP-5390 are to be stored in a cryogenic storage locker at Site-30. Description: SCP-5390 is the designation for a phenomenon occurring in the Roma district in Mexico City, Mexico. Whenever a person starts to consume a tamale between 17:00 and 18:00 o'clock, while present at the aforementioned location, a human finger will instantly manifest itself within the tamale dough. At the time of writing, 35 instances materialized by SCP-5390 have been recovered, designated SCP-5390-01 to -35. Neither the tamales nor the fingers have shown a recognizable pattern. Below are some notable instances. Instance # Recovery Date Notes SCP-5390-01 15/11/1979 First instance recovered, found in the food stand of Mrs. Adelina López Luna. Right thumb; the fingerprint identified the instance as belonging to Mr. Miguel Antonio Herrera Moreno, former husband of Mrs. López. Subject had died in 1975, from 2 shots in the chest cavity received during a dispute in a bar. Exhumation of the body showed that 3 fingers were missing; however, both thumbs were still present. SCP-5390-09 03/01/1992 Right index finger of a man between 25 and 30 years old. Fingerprint has not yet been identified. It is to be noted that the instance shows signs of having been bitten in different parts, in a manner not consistent with the way it was recovered. SCP-5390-12 07/09/1994 Left little finger; the fingerprint identified the instance as belonging to Mrs. Patricia Abel Santos, a Mexican journalist who died in 1991, at the age of 44, from colon cancer. Exhumation of the body showed that all fingers were still present. It is to be noted that Ms. Abel was the one who reported SCP-5390-01's discovery before the Foundation was able to establish a cover story. SCP-5390-13 11/10/1995 Right middle finger; fingerprint identified the instance as belonging to Dr. Venceslao, who was assigned to Site-30 at the time, and expressed ignorance about this event. This is the first and only time that SCP-5390 has manifested an instance directly related to the Foundation. SCP-5390-19 24/12/1999 Left little finger of a male infant between 4 and 9 months of age. Fingerprint has not yet been identified. This is the first time that SCP-5390 has manifested an instance belonging to a minor. SCP-5390-26 to -31 27/09/2007 to 15/06/2015 Left thumb, index, middle, ring, and little finger of Ms. Carla Salvador Uribe, a 15-year-old Mexican student who disappeared on 10/09/1975 in the vicinity of the Historic Center of Mexico City. This is the first and only time that SCP-5390 has manifested more than one instance belonging to the same person. SCP-5390-35 03/10/2020 Right index finger of a person of indeterminate identity and gender. It should be noted that the right incisor of an unknown woman between 45 and 50 years old was attached to the instance. Addendum: On 10/01/2021, SCP-5390-26 to -31 began to spasm inside their containment cell. After they were removed and placed on a table for examination, all the instances began to gather and roughly spell out the words "HELLO", "CARLA", and "DEER" in Mexican Sign Language, before returning to their inert state. Research into the possible significance of this is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5390" by EthanHanson, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5390. 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: A_mi_me_gustan_los_de_chile_verde.jpg Name: chicken tamale from mom’s tamales Author: jimw License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/7aca1c4f-4b82-44cf-8a93-5f06ce048340 |
SCP-5391 | apollyon | SCP-5391 - x Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} AN EMERGENCY NOTICE FROM THE OVERSEER COUNCIL In light of recent cataclysmic events, the following file's clearances have been lowered from Level-5/5391 to Level-1/5391. It is our belief that the information contained in this file provides essential context to an anomaly that has affected normalcy on a world-wide scale. For the safety of our organization and the survival of humanity: all Foundation personnel are required to read this document. The Veil has been lifted. This is now a war on all fronts. 5391 Item#: 5391 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: apollyon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: danger link to memo Prometheus Labs Testing Facility ENSW-1 following the revival of LSA-Brasil-001 Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-40 A. Darius Simmons M. Kaori Η-5 "Jäeger Bombers" Foundation Secure Facility Site-40, located off the coast of Wake Island Special Containment Procedures: Complete containment of SCP-5391 is to be achieved through direct engagement of SCP-5391-1. Entities are to be subdued or terminated on a case-by-case basis at the discretion of the engaging parties. A state of détente has been declared between the Foundation and certain major paranormal organizations, specifically the Global Occult Coalition. All groups, in conjunction with world governments, are to focus efforts on the engagement and combat of SCP-5391-1. Foundation facility Site-40 has been declared neutral ground, and is to be the primary research terminal of all SCP-5391 related phenomena. As such, the remains of all SCP-5391-1 entities are to be hosted at this location for further analysis. Several massive, underground containment chambers are to be used in the event that a live SCP-5391-1 specimen can be contained. The Foundation is presently in the early phases of an SK-Class "Broken Masquerade" scenario. As such, all protocol relating to the preservation of the Veil is to be disregarded. Refer to site supervisors and disseminated supplemental documentation for further information. See Addendum.5391.4 for details on SCP-5391-1 engagement protocol. Description: SCP-5391 is the designation given to the subsequent appearance of several hostile Large Scale Aggressors (LSAs) following the revival of LSA-Brasil-01. These entities, collectively referred to as both SCP-5391-1 and their individual designations, are gigafauna varying in appearance, height, and biological composition. While certain SCP-5391-1 possess physical traits similar to those found in ordinary organisms, each entity deviates in significant characteristics and anomalous capability. The unifying characteristic among SCP-5391-1 is the possession of destructive thaumatological capabilities, including the large-scale emission of Elan Vital Energy and Akiva Radiation. A brief summary detailing the characteristics and anomalous capabilities of significant SCP-5391-1 can be found in Addendum.5391.1. There are presently 27 known entities that have appeared as a result of SCP-5391. On 1998/06/30, a series of seismic events — including tsunamis, underwater and above-ground volcanic activity, and ground tremors — resulted in the surfacing of LSA-02 through LSA-09. Entities close to large population centers immediately engaged in hostile behavior. Foundation, military, and Global Occult Coalition forces were mobilized, but were only successful in driving the entities away from large civilian populations. In most cases, SCP-5391-1 retreated into the ocean. A combined clean-up and reconstruction effort of these population centers is underway, and is expected to take full effect upon the complete containment or neutralization of the SCP-5391-1 threat. The appearance of SCP-5391-1 has resulted in both an MH-Class "Large-Scale Aggressor Overrun" Scenario and an SK-Class "Broken Masquerade" scenario, as destruction of metropolitan and otherwise populated areas upon the awakening of these entities has damaged the Veil beyond repair. The vector of SCP-5391 activity is hypothesized to be the resurrection of LSA-Brasil-01, an entity responsible for the attack on Hy-Brasil, a large anomalous community, in 1988. This entity was neutralized by the Global Occult Coalition through the use of an experimental, unique Casaba-Howitzer Nuclear Directed Energy Weapon, which had the subsequent effect of destroying much of the surrounding area of Hy-Brasil. Following this, the corpse of the entity fell into the possession of GoI-211, Prometheus Labs, who engaged in a series of experiments and physical modifications intended to revive the entity. On 1998/06/28, the entity was successfully revived, destroying its research facility off the coast of Swansea, Wales before escaping. It is unknown why the revival of LSA-Brasil-01 has resulted in SCP-5391. Addendum.5391.1: Significant SCP-5391-1 Files ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ LSA-Brasil-01 Appearance: 1998/06/28 Location: Swansea, Wales LSA-Brasil-01 is a crocodilian and cephalopodic entity responsible for the destruction of Hy-Brasil in 1988. The entity possesses numerous thaumatological capabilities, including regenerative properties, the emission of Elan Vital Energy for defensive purposes, and the ability to detect other LSAs through EVE patterns. While the entity was once considered neutralized and had sustained unlivable damage to its body, LSA-Brasil-01 was revived by Prometheus Labs for the purposes of an experimental program code-named ANASTASIS. As a result, LSA-Brasil-01 is currently outfitted with large amounts of paratechnical components that accentuate its abilities. ANASTASIS ran from 1991/03/12 to 1998/06/28, culminating in the successful reanimation of LSA-Brasil-01 and the entity's subsequent destruction of Prometheus Labs Testing Facility ENSW-1. LSA-Brasil-01 is currently at large, and was last observed near the island of Príncipe. LSA-Wake-02 Appearance: 1998/06/30 Location: Wake Island, United States Minor Outlaying Islands LSA-Wake-02 is an aquatic, serpentine entity that resembles a wolf eel (Anarrhichthys ocellatus). Its full body length and measurements are currently unable to be determined due to limited observation. An illicium hangs from the entity's head, hypothesized to act as a lure for prey. When LSA-Wake-02 opens its mouth, a second head - resembling that of an anglerfish - will emerge from the entity's mouth to consume prey. This appendage is capable of moving independently from the body, extending as far as 40 meters. LSA-Wake-02 is also capable of changing its skin coloration. A variety of complex color mixtures and patterns have been observed. Upon awakening, the entity briefly attacked a cruise ship near Majuro before being driven back to sea by Global Occult Coalition forces. LSA-Stromboli-08 Appearance: 1998/06/30 Location: Stromboli, Italy LSA-Stromboli-08 is an armored, ankylosaurian quadruped that appeared in Stromboli, Italy. The entity was apparently buried beneath the island's sediment, and its awakening resulted in the eruption of Mount Stromboli and complete destruction of the island. LSA-Stromboli-08's plating features numerous broad spines that end in a narrow point - presumably a self-defense mechanism. The seams between these plates have a scintillating red glow, similar to that of molten rock. As shown during the eruption of Mount Stromboli, the entity shows great resistance to heat, and is capable of expelling EVE-infused magma from its body. Due to the danger of approaching LSA-Stromboli-08, the entity has remained undisturbed on the island, spending a significant portion of its time following its appearance in a state of rest. LSA-Amman-14 Appearance: 1998/07/01 Location: Amman, Jordan LSA-Amman-14 is an arboreal entity resembling a massive, leafless tree. The entity's lower body is composed of soft appendages akin to roots, which LSA-Amman-14 has used to anchor itself in the ground. While the entity is capable of moving through traditional means, it prefers to remain stationary and protect itself through the extension of its appendages. LSA-Amman-14 is capable of rapidly regrowing and generating extensions of its body at will, observed to be used to pierce its prey. Its upper half resembles a tree trunk, but with a clear "head" appendage with several black eyes visible. Prior to surfacing, the top portion of LSA-Amman-14 was visible above ground among Daevite ruins located in Jordan. The entity was initially thought to be an anomalously grown tree. Following its revival, the entity attacked the city of Amman, causing over 100,000 documented casualties. The entity was driven into the countryside, where Foundation and Global Occult Coalition forces are currently attempting to neutralize the threat. LSA-Elizabeth-18 Appearance: 1998/07/02 Location: Elizabeth, New Jersey LSA-Elizabeth-18 is a winged coleopteratic entity resembling a Goliath beetle (Goliathus goliatus). Four pairs of wings with estimated individual lengths of ~65 meters grow between the entity's plated body. A large, tapered horn is situated on the entity's head. LSA-Elizabeth-18 appeared in Elizabeth, New Jersey, surfacing from a field outside the city. The entity's subsequent destruction of Elizabeth resulted in over 32,000 casualties. LSA-Elizabeth-18 is presently in a state of flight, and has not touched land since its initial surfacing. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5391.2: Site-01 Internal Memo - 1998/07/01 ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ HYPERION-5 EMERGENCY SUMMIT INTERNAL MEMO Site-01 Prepared by: Factotum-O3-A Dr. Mikasa Kaori, SCP-5391 Research Head On 1998/07/01, an emergency summit between high-ranking Foundation personnel was held at Site-01. The purpose of this conference was to determine a proper course of action following the events of SCP-5391. Among those in attendance included public relations specialist Agent Diogenes, RAISA administrator Maria Jones, and Dr. Charles Gears. In a 9-0 vote, the conference decided to move in favor of lifting certain Veiled operations, organizing contact with the Global Occult Coalition, and directing all efforts and resources to containing the SCP-5391-1 threat by any means necessary. Furthermore, Dr. Mikasa Kaori — an integral component during the clean-up and documentation of the Hy-Brasil incident — was promoted to Research Head for SCP-5391 related phenomena. Dr. Kaori's experience with containing and researching several LSA-class anomalies was also taken into account. Upon review by the Overseer Council, the actions proposed by the Hyperion-5 Summit were put to an Overseer vote, and agreed upon. Vote Aye - 9 Agent Diogenes / Researcher U. Ridley / Director M. Jones / Dr. C. Gears / Director V. Marzapane / Director C. Luong / Dr. T. Xyank / Dr. A. Mudarri / Agent Wrangham Vote Nay - 0 N/A ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5391.3: Interview Log ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ AUDIO LOG DATE: 1998/07/04 PoI-2889, ect Forward: On 1998/07/04, Foundation agents successfully detained and captured PoI-2889 — Stanislav Nikolaev, д.б.н — at the Dublin Airport. PoI-2889 is a former GRU-P scientist and director of Prometheus Labs' ANASTASIS project. PoI-2889 was present during the destruction of Prometheus Labs Testing Facility ENSW-1, and claimed the results of the ANASTASIS project were successful. While in custody, he was noted to express joy and elation in regards to the events of SCP-5391, claiming that his "life's work" had been seen to completion. PoI-2889 was brought to Site-40 and promptly interrogated. »BEGIN LOG« Dr. Kaori walks into the room, and sits down. Extended silence. PoI-2889: Yes, doctor? Dr. Kaori: PoI-2889, you've expressed several statements regarding SCP-5391. Was this an intended consequence of reviving LSA-Brasil-01? PoI-2889: (Laughs) No, no, no. Doctor, I assure you, none of us on the research team had this knowledge. Trust me, doctor. It may not have stopped *my* involvement, but the suits? Shut the project down like *that*. Dr. Kaori: (Distressed) And why is that? Is this the future you want? Are you enjoying the destruction of the Veil? The oncoming loss of millions of lives? Your actions have cost us everything. Costed the world everything! Silence. PoI-2889: My simple goal was to make a monster, doctor. I made my monster, and received a dozen more! It is a glorious unforeseen turn of events. I sense resentment from you, doctor. This isn't the calm and collected demeanor a Foundation personnel is supposed to uphold. (Laughs) Dr. Kaori sinks into her seat and sighs. Dr. Kaori: This isn't the world we were supposed to uphold, either. PoI-2889: This world is being returned to its rightful masters. I've studied LSAs for decades. These beasts are unstoppable in the purest sense of the word. Fighting them is hopeless. You're better to curl up into a ball and accept your fate. At least for now. Dr. Kaori: For now? PoI-2889: Yes, for now. If you cannot adapt in this new earth paradigm, then you will die. Your whole species will die! Thousands of years of human achievement! PoI-2889 extends his hand and blows before laughing. Dr. Kaori: How do you adapt? PoI-2889: The only way to kill a kaiju is with one of their own. Hm? Dr. Kaori: Are you suggesting we train an LSA? PoI-2889: It'd be near impossible to train one. But if you want to kill kaiju, you'll need one of your own. Raise one, grow one, make one, perhaps even build one. Site-40's warning klaxons sound. Dr. Kaori looks frantically. PoI-2889 begins laughing. The door to the interview room is flung open by another personnel member. Unidentified Personnel: Dr. Kaori! LSA threat 12 kilometers from the facility engaged with civilian watercraft. All forces are mobilizing! Dr. Kaori: Understood. Dr. Kaori gets up and begins to rush out of the room. She stops as PoI-2889 begins to speak. PoI-2889: (Laughs) You'll see! You'll see what I mean, doctor. You cannot win against this power. Dr. Kaori leaves, glaring at PoI-2889. »END LOG« ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5391.4: Incident Wake-02-B ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ INCIDENT LOG DATE: 1998/07/04 Preface: Following the resurfacing of LSA-Wake-02, the entity attacked a fishing vessel before being engaged by the Foundation. Mobile Task Force Η-5 "Jäeger Bombers" and Site-40 trained personnel were ordered to subdue or neutralize the entity using a variety of specialized equipment. A log of Incident Wake-02-B is transcribed below. [BEGIN LOG] [00:00] LSA-Wake-02 resurfaces in the Pacific Ocean, 1,523 miles west of Site-40. [00:24] LSA-Wake-02 approaches a Trident Seafoods fishing vessel and begins assaulting the craft. [00:37] Foundation forces arrive: six BlackGate-Atzmus armed helicopters, two A-Class watercraft (Cronus and Rhea respectively) armed with various anomalous weaponry, and the High-Energy Concentration Orbital Railgun (HECOR). [00:45] MTF H-5 ("Jäeger Bombers") are deployed from Dimensional-Site-172 and materialize successfully. [00:48] Bombardment of the entity continues to be ineffectual. An MM13 Binding Field is deployed in an attempt to contain LSA-Wake-02 in a state of stasis. The device is rendered unusable within seconds by a large emission of EVE. [00:54] The entity damages the fishing vessel beyond its ability to float. Two immediate civilian casualties. [00:55] Dr. Kaori and the control team redirect efforts to the safe evacuation of civilians aboard the vessel. A helicopter begins to board survivors. The bodies of the two casualties are unable to be recovered. [01:03] LSA-Wake-02 grossly extends its second mouth and devours the retreating helicopter. 18 casualties result. [01:08] The entity is pierced by four Anti-Thaumatologic Cannons. Considerable damage is dealt before LSA-Wake-02 destroys a cannon by bludgeoning it with half of the fishing vessel. [01:15] HECOR prepares for firing. 12 Thaumatologically-Keyed Explosives impact the entity with minimal effect. [01:19] LSA-Wake-02 consumes two more helicopters after destroying another cannon. 31 casualties. [01:24] A sweeping wave of EVE results in the destruction of Foundation vessel Rhea. 36 casualties. [01:31] HECOR fires, destroying a large portion of LSA-Wake-02. The entity immediately begins regenerating. [01:34] Dr. Kaori redirects the objective to the safe evacuation of Foundation personnel. A BlackGate-T12 unmanned drone is deployed to distract the entity while a second Atzmus helicopter will transport survivors to Site-40. [01:56] Bombardment of LSA-Wake-02 ceases as personnel board the rescue vehicle. The entity consumes the drone as the helicopter retreats from the area. [02:32] 18 surviving personnel are successfully evacuated to Site-40. All members of MTF H-5 return to Dimensional-Site-112 with only minor injuries. Total casualties calculated at approximately 87. [END LOG] Closing Statement: Unacceptable. This log and the recorded footage of the incident is proof enough that we do not possess the tools required to effectively combat these entities. We lost 74 Foundation personnel, 13 civilians, and barely scratched the threat. We would've lost more if I hadn't called for retreat. It's evident now more than ever that our methods of containment regarding LSAs are grossly ineffectual and costly. I've been lobbying for the continued development of the KEY program for years. I'm presently drafting a reinstatement proposal for the 5391 committee's review. If we wish to protect this new world, it's imperative we adapt with it. - Dr. Kaori ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5391.5: A Notice From The Overseer Council ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ A Notice From The Overseer Council SCP-5391 As SCP-5391 is an ongoing phenomenon, information is limited and subject to change. This file has been compiled and released as a document intended to summarily inform personnel of all clearance levels. Further information regarding Veil protocol, individual LSA documentation, and changing policy will be disseminated through the necessary channels. SCP-5391 is considered a living document, and will be updated accordingly. It is imperative that all Foundation personnel remain aware of further developments relating to SCP-5391. In the event that your place of employment within the Foundation is the focus of an SCP-5391-related incident, necessary information and protocol has been released to facility administration committees. Secure, Contain, Protect ▷CLOSE◁ . . . . . . . . . . From: pcs.tenpics|snommis.a#pcs.tenpics|snommis.a To: pcs.tenpics|iroak.m#pcs.tenpics|iroak.m Subject: Re:SCP-5391 Date: 1998/07/05 Dr. Kaori, I'm assuming you've read the public release of the file by now. Didn't leave much out. Two days ago, something happened in Paraguay. Killed an entire Foundation expedition team. There's ruins there. Labyrinthine cave systems filled with remnants of ancient civilizations you've never heard of. The higher-ups are starting to put the pieces together: why this is happening, what these things are, what's about to come. We were keeping this a clearance above you, but you're research head now. It's your right to know. We're almost finished revising the file. Regards, Albert Simmons Site-40 Research Director From: pcs.tenpics|iroak.m#pcs.tenpics|iroak.m To: pcs.tenpics|snommis.a#pcs.tenpics|snommis.a Subject: Re:SCP-5391 Date: 1998/07/05 Director Simmons, Thank you, director. I'm glad the Overseers saw me fit to see information that is integral to carrying out my job effectively. I spent a day arguing with the financial division, trying to dredge up several old, failed projects. Specifically the KEY program, as well as the handful that were rushed into development after the Hy-Brasil incident. RAISA won't even provide the records. I hope you can realize that withholding information from the appointed authority on this phenomenon is neither beneficial to your cause nor protective of anyone. When will I be given permission to read this new document? Regards, Dr. Mikasa Kaori Foundation Research Specialist From: pcs.tenpics|snommis.a#pcs.tenpics|snommis.a To: pcs.tenpics|iroak.m#pcs.tenpics|iroak.m Subject: Re:SCP-5391 Date: 1998/07/05 Expect to see it on your desk by tomorrow morning. Remind me, what's the KEY program? From: pcs.tenpics|iroak.m#pcs.tenpics|iroak.m To: pcs.tenpics|snommis.a#pcs.tenpics|snommis.a Subject: Re:SCP-5391 Date: 1998/07/05 What do people usually do when confronted by giant monsters? They build mechs. . . . . . . . . . . GRANT REQUEST War on All Fronts: Anastasis Awakening ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5391" by J Dune, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5391. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5392 | neutralized | Item#: SCP-5392 Special Containment Procedures: At time of writing, discovery is less than an hour old. Foundation webcrawlers are to ping any mentions of SCP-5392 to Site-26 for assigning to the appropriate MTF or unit to handle amnestic treatment. Description: SCP-5392 is a faster-than-light spacecraft that has been perceived by Foundation satellites to be currently in orbit at 900km above sea level. Research is ongoing. ~Note: This just started and is moving very quickly. I'll update this with information as it comes in. ~Junior Researcher Mason Hedge. Addendum 5392-1: <Begin Audio Transcript - Security Log - Site 262 - Mission Control Main Observation Room - 10:05 AM MST> Multiple people are peering over screens and running around or looking over each other's shoulders as they work. Some are watching the main screen at the front of the room, others are intently watching their computers, or looking over the shoulder of someone who is. A door to an adjacent room opens and Site Director Nate Ferris steps out and begins to address the room. Site Director Nate Ferris: Hello everyone? Can I get your attention please? I apologize for having you brought here under short notice and little explanation. Here's what we know so you're all brought up to speed. At nine-fifty am, our time, the HEIMDALL satellite detected a UAP travelling one-point-two times the speed of light in our solar system. Now, it was built to detect FTL outside of Earth's atmosphere, but its sensors showed an object moving faster than light, originating in the city of Othello, Washington in the United States, and ending in a position over nine-hundred kilometers above sea level, well over most satellites, but within range of certain telecommunications satellites. We thought it was an error until we received reports of an explosion near the originating point. We don't know much yet about the area so our nearest Foundation agent is en-route to investigate. The UAP itself has settled into an orbit around the earth and is not in danger of colliding with any satellites, Foundation or otherwise. We're still getting imagery of the UAP so we're waiting on that. As far as we know, we're the only ones who know about this, but seeing as multiple countries are constantly monitoring space as part of early warning systems against nukes and the like, to say nothing of their space agencies, we won't be the only ones for long. Any faster-than-light travel is considered anomalous by the Foundation as it is currently not explainable by the laws of physics. If we learn the craft is using anomalous or even non-anomalous means of propulsion, then our objective is to retrieve it. We currently have retrieval units on launchpads beginning emergency launch procedures but they won't launch yet. The decision to retrieve will be based on our information. If the UAP was not going faster than light at all, then we correct the error in HEIMDALL and let the world governments act as they may. We need more information. Where are we on imagery? Satellite Operator Stacy Lee: Image is coming in through SENTINEL-3, but it's extremely high resolution so it needs time to process the image. Estimated time of download, ninety seconds. Site Director Nate Ferris: Keep on it. Any word from our assets inside NASA or ROSCOSMOS? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: <raising his headset microphone with his hand.> Still waiting for word from Iota-103 sir, and I've got Agent Nguyen on the line saying he's just arrived at the explosion site in Othello. He'll keep me posted. Site Director Nate Ferris: Tell him I'm sorry we pulled him from his vacation, and to focus on what caused the explosion. We want to focus on confirming whether it's true FTL or not. Do we know if it's sending a signal anywhere? Some kind of ground control on Earth? Communications Analyst Gina Morris: There's a constant 5Ghz radio-wave that we can detect sir, but I'm not picking up anything on local frequencies in the Othello region… wait… one moment… <Morris intently stares at her screen> sir, one of our webcrawlers has picked up a livestream claiming to come from the satellite. I'm not sure if this is legit though. Site Director Nate Ferris: Put it on the big screen. We'll know in a sec. <The large monitor in the room shows a YouTube livestream showing an elderly bearded man, approximately sixty years old, sitting down in what appears to be a spacecraft. There are various consoles on the interior of the ship, but due to the low quality of the stream, the writing is too pixelated to read. The man is wearing a mechanic jumpsuit with the embroidered nametag reading 'Albert' and the emblem for 'Maple Auto Repair' is shown.> Livestream Audio: -theoretical maximum speed with this baby is 1.5c, but I didn't exceed 1.25c during launch. Okay, what is c? c is the speed of light. You remember that famous equation from Albert Einstein? e equals m-c squared? In that equation, he's talking about how energy and mass are basically the same thing, and c, is a constant expression for converting mass to energy. It's not like converting Celsius to Farenheit though, but that's getting off-topic- Site Director Nate Ferris: Who the hell's he talking to? Communications Analyst Gina Morris: Director, he's speaking with the people commenting on his livestream. They're asking questions, or calling him fake, or asking for more evidence. Site Director Nate Ferris: How big an audience are we talking? Communications Analyst Gina Morris: <Takes the livestream out of fullscreen, the amount of current viewers is shown as: '36 watching now'> Site Director Nate Ferris: Leave this on-screen. Gina, send a priority request to MTF-Gamma-54on my authority. We need to nip this in the bud. Tell them we still want visibility into the stream but no one else. McCawley, get an engineering team in here for analysis to review everything in the video, and somebody figure out how to talk to this guy! Livestream Audio:<continues> -all in all, I'm hoping NASA gets their eyes on this. I sent them a link to the stream through their publicly available email address. I really hope they pick me up for making this in the future with other engineers and eventually, go to Mars and beyond. It's all that much closer everyone! We can go to Mars in twelve minutes instead of twelve years! <He wipes a tear from his face.> You know, Chris Hadfield was right, tears don't fall, they just stay on your eyes. I'm so happy, this is the greatest day of my life! <End Log> Addendum 5392-2: DATE: 31/5/2024 FROM: Site Director Nate Ferris <noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn#noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn> TO: O5 General Secretary <noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o#noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o> SUBJECT: Re: 5392 update I have a few minutes so I'm writing this email to update you all on our progress. First, our engineering team has confirmed it's nothing like any traditional chemical engines. It's not a rocket, the means of propulsion doesn't have any groundwork that our engineers are familiar with. Not chemical, nuclear, or even any known means of anomalous propulsion. It's still up in the air whether or not the ship 'Tachyon Express' is anomalous in nature. Second, our agent has confirmed that the pilot is Albert Maple, a mechanic from Othello WA, where the original explosion occurred. He's described as an enthusiastic hermit by the locals, eager to help them with their cars, but was also described as 'extremely chatty and geeky'. Local HAZMAT teams confirmed no usage of any dangerous chemicals or material typically used to fuel spacecraft. They did however find press brakes, sheet metal, mylar, and other materials and machines used for the construction of spacecraft. The Village Idiots5 are working on the ground to amnesticize and disseminate misinformation, so we're mostly contained. The Herrings are still tracking down and amnesticizing everyone who saw the livestream, but this is well within their ability so I'm not worried. They've blocked the livestream to all except a few accounts we have access to and are spoofing the count so the pilot doesn't notice any drop in viewership. We've also got a way to talk to the pilot in the works. In order to perform his livestream, Mr. Maple had to hijack a nearby commercial telecommunications satellite. We've gained control of the satellite and from there, we're working to gain control of the computer the pilot is using to livestream, but a more important priority is making sure no one else can hijack communications from us. On that note… we've noticed some major world governments and agencies focusing on the craft. Satellites pointing cameras, missile silos on standby, etc. They're trying to communicate with the ship as well, but efforts so far have failed. Iota-10 has tried to mislead or otherwise sabotage their efforts, but they're spread way too thin as far as space agencies are concerned. We're past the point of no return for at least 10 countries and 5 space agencies. The GOC has reached out, presumably in good faith, offering to destroy the vessel, but they are respecting the 'dibs' clause in the TAO Treaty6. We're returning their gesture by keeping them in the loop as it's uncertain whether or not their offer will be needed. More than likely, they want the FTL technology as much as we do. We'll keep the diplomacy going for now as we don't benefit by being hostile or dismissive to them. Besides, we need them to keep UN-joined countries off our backs. It's not a perfect solution, but it's working for now. We're also trying to see if we can hijack the spacecraft itself, but based off what Maple has been speaking about in his livestream, he has four redundant navigational computers onboard (standard in most spacecraft) and implied that the livestream computer was separate from any other ship systems. If this is correct, then we have no conventional way of gaining control of the craft, not at the moment at least. As for who will be speaking with Maple, I've designated our communications analyst McCawley. I've chosen him because he used to be a police hostage negotiator so he has the experience for coaxing the pilot to come down to Earth. He'll be posing as a NASA SATCOM operator and his goal will be to get Maple to land close to somewhere we can retrieve him. We're working on the logistics of that. On another note, we received a communique from the US Space Force stating that we have no business meddling in affairs that aren't anomalous in nature, and that we should butt out and taking over a commercial satellite was an egregious error on our part. We're ignoring them for the moment to let the GOC calm them down, but this is going to be an international free-for-all if we're not careful. Everyone wants their hands on this technology, and Maple is surprisingly not talking about how the FTL drive works. He's ranting and talking about sci-fi, future implications, how annoying it was to set up the software he's using, but nothing about the workings of the drive. My guess is that he won't share anything until he gets his wish, a job with NASA. I'm being pulled away, will update later. -Site Director Ferris Addendum 5392-3: <Begin Audio Transcript - First communication with 'Tachyon Express' - 10:45 AM MST> Interviewed: Albert Maple, henceforth referred to as 'POI-5392-1' Interviewer: Santiago McCawley, Site 26 Communications Analyst. Foreword: POI-5392-1 was contacted prior to this conversation through a Google Voice phone number they had set up for their auto repair business. POI-5392-1 was given directions to transmit on a secure communications channel for further audio communication. The livestream was playing at the same time as the conversation and any behavior displayed by POI-5392-1 on that stream is noted here for clarity. POI-5392-1: I think I've got it working now. Testing? Come in Houston? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Houston here, before we continue I want you to check on your systems right now. Do you have a means of monitoring oxygen and carbon dioxide in your cabin? POI-5392-1: Aww this is so cool, yeah CO2 levels are less than one percent, I've got enough filters up here for a few days if need be. O2 holding steady between twenty and twenty-one percent. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Are you experiencing any medical symptoms? Trouble breathing, headaches, pain anywhere? POI-5392-1: Oh Houston, that's a great question, I'm not seeing any pain right now. I'm seeing flashes of white light, but that's actually considered normal. Fun fact, at this altitude, radiation can pass through your retina which causes the white light. They're called GCRs and for a while astronauts were too afraid to talk about it because it would mean being dis- Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Express, let's stay focused. Do you have food and water? And while you're talking about radiation, do you have a Geiger counter? POI-5392-1: Ah, my bad Houston, god it feels good to say Houston out loud, Anyway I have three days worth of rations and water. Currently, I'm experiencing four hundred microsieverts of radiation. It goes up and down, but that's where it's at now. I've got alarms set to go off it goes over seven hundred. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: How are you.. err… disposing of waste? POI-5392-1: It's okay man, we're all adults here, no need to be so formal. As to your question, I got lazy. I made a really small airlock compartment that I sit on. All my waste gets sent into a compartment which gets depressurized and ejected into space. I have sanitary wipes to clean up after which I dispose of the same wa- oh Houston, are you watching the stream? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Express, yes we're watching the stream. We got your email and it's amazing what you've accomplished. From all of us here at NASA, we're all really proud of what you've accomplished, hang on, can we get a round of applause for Albert? <McCawley starts clapping and the entire Site-26 mission control room joins in on the applause which lasts for several seconds. POI-5392-1 is wiping their face with their sleeve,>You hear that sir? That's for you. POI-5392-1: I hear it sir… I hear it loud and clear… I'm sorry I need a sec. <POI-5392-1 is seen crying for approximately one minute before taking several deep breaths and coming back to the microphone.> You still there Houston? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: We're still here Express. That being said, we need to talk about what a surprise this was. You did raise a few alarms, what with the metal object in space and no one knowing what it was or who it belonged to. POI-5392-1: I'm sorry, I didn't get clearance for this launch. I'm hoping I can atone for that with community service eh? Wink wink? <POI-5392-1 was pronounceably winking at the camera.> Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: I think the higher-ups were willing to do something along those lines, but one thing man, you got to tell me, what kind of magic do you have running that thing? POI-5392-1: Oh believe me sir, I really want to tell you but I haven't seen a formal job offer letter sent to my email address. Once I get that offer, we can talk specifics. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Well is it safe? You're breaking the known laws of physics here. POI-5392-1: Perfectly safe Houston, but one thing I need to clarify that I haven't mentioned on the stream. I basically broke physics once, not twice. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Can you elaborate? What exactly did you do? POI-5392-1: I'm only going to explain the what and not the how, but I had to do two things. First, was go faster than c, if you thought that was hard, imagine how hard it is to return to a stable speed and orbit! I had to come up with a whole way for a spaceship to hit the brakes while going faster than light, while taking care not to exert stresses that would rip the ship, or me, apart. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: But that's the law you didn't break? How did you get around the conservation of momentum? POI-5392-1: I didn't. I had to store all that kinetic energy somewhere, so I figured out a way to store it in… oh, well would you look at that? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Look at what Express? <no response for a few seconds, POI-5392-1 is seen on the livestream as reading their computer intently for a few seconds> Express come in? POI-5392-1: Sorry about that Houston, I got a message on my LinkedIn profile. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Say again? Your LinkedIn profile? POI-5392-1: Yes sir, a message from Jeff Bezos, he's offering me a job at Blue Origin with a yearly salary that's more than I've made in my entire life put together. You don't got to worry Houston, I know what I want. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Right well, I can't speak for NASA on this so this is just me talking, but please don't respond to him further. POI-5392-1: Yes sir, if I wanted to sell out, I would have filed an application at the US patent office. I mean come on! I didn't become the modern-day Zephram Cochrane just so rich boys like him could deliver Amazon Prime to the moon! Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: If you don't mind me saying so, it's a sigh of relief that you're saying that sir. Am I to understand you created this for everyone to partake and enjoy? Not just us? POI-5392-1: Hell yeah! I needed to see if it worked first, beyond that, I was going to make my employment with NASA contingent on me making the specs for the propulsion public domain. None of this cold-war-space-race-only-one-person-gets the tech-bullshit. I mean, I love NASA, and I understand the need to classify some rocket technology so I'm not worried about regulation, but I want to share this. The Russians, the Chinese, the private sector, everyone. Everyone should get this! Space is too important that one group should have it. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Sir, I think that that's going to be a decision for the higher-ups to make. POI-5392-1: Well, not if I make it for them! I can send the application to the patent office right now from here, I've got a redundant computer for communications separate from the one that's running my livestream. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Sir, if you do that, virtually every nation on Earth will have access to the blueprints for what you're doing. Including the ones that are on the list of state sponsors of terror. POI-5392-1: Houston respectfully, you don't get it. This is something to bring people together. I believe that when people see what I've done… Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: They'll make bombs that kill people faster than light. I get it Albert, but other people won't. POI-5392-1: <frowns and looks down> Houston, you've given me a lot to think about. I'll get back to you. Tachyon Express out. <POI-5392-1 turns off their computer, ending the transmission.> <End Log> Closing Statement: Shortly after the communication ended. The livestream also ended, but was still monitored in case POI-5392-1 started streaming again. Addendum 5392-4: DATE: 31/5/2024 FROM: GOC Relations Office <cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler#cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler> TO: Foundation Dept of Public Outreach <noitadnuof.pcs|OPD#noitadnuof.pcs|OPD> SUBJECT: Re: regarding 5392 Hello Cathy, In regards to your 5392, I'd like to preface this by saying that we've been extremely cooperative and honored the "Dibs" clause. We feel that the Foundation is not reciprocating. While the transcripts and imagery you have provided thus far are great, and we very much appreciate it, we've taken on an unfair burden on our end to keep the US, Russia, and China all under a lid, to say nothing of the member countries of the ESA. I can confidently say that we need more. Not just more information, but we need something we can give the aforementioned countries so they don't go off on their own and try to ground or destroy the craft. To add to the pressure we're currently facing, various private space companies are in danger of blowing the veil by pressuring politicians or other agencies in order to put more pressure on us to do something drastic. I've had calls from the UN General Secretary, the Chinese Minister of Defense, the head of NORAD, and our bosses have definitely been on the receiving end of this pressure. Jobs are being threatened in a way that has never been done before, which is only more indicative of how drastic and urgent our request is. The biggest thing that can be provided is a path forward. Right now, the 'Tachyon Express' has gone dark for a few hours, and the silence is deafening. Waiting for Mr. Maple to make a move is not at all a good idea as that just gives more time for pressure to build. We (meaning the Foundation and/or GOC) need to make a move. Soon. Even if the craft isn't anomalous. Speaking of which, has the Foundation considered any anomalous means of retrieval? I would like to point out again, that destroying the craft may be the safest option. Worst case scenario, everyone goes home disappointed, but normalcy will be maintained, to say nothing of any lives potentially affected by this technology. Nonetheless, we will not do so unless we receive a greenlight from the Foundation. This is already a large enough international incident that we won't add fuel to the fire. We've enjoyed the TAO treaty too much to throw it at the wall because of a backwoods inventor with a short attention span. Regards, Victor Eckelberg G.O.C. Director of Relations. DATE: 31/5/2024 FROM: Foundation Dept of Public Outreach <noitadnuof.pcs|OPD#noitadnuof.pcs|OPD> TO: GOC Relations Office <cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler#cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler> SUBJECT:: Re: regarding 5392 Hello Victor, The Site Director has informed me that Maple is making contact again. I'll forward your message to him for immediate consideration. He'll likely respond once the conversation with the craft is over. I don't envy your position, and we sincerely appreciate all you and the GOC have done in this matter. If it wasn't for our continued cooperation, this issue would likely have escalated beyond our control hours ago. Using anomalies to try and retrieve the spacecraft, while it's being considered, it is unlikely that we will go through with it. Of the anomalies in our custody that could pull this off, most of them are not trustworthy. The ones we can coerce or trust enough aren't necessarily reliable. Furthermore, using an anomaly to retrieve the ship, while under the eye of so many world governments, would be ill-advised. To add to this, there would be the possibility of a containment breach, which is the last thing we need right now. Sincerely, Catherine Long Head of Public Outreach S.C.P. Foundation Addendum 5392-5: <Begin Audio Transcript - Second communication with 'Tachyon Express' - 2:23PM MST> Interviewed: Albert Maple, henceforth referred to as 'POI-5392-1' Interviewer: Santiago McCawley, Site 26 Communications Analyst. Foreword: POI-5392-1 did not re-enable the livestream at start of conversation. POI-5392-1: Come in Houston. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Tachyon Express? This is Houston. How you holding up Albert? POI-5392-1: I mean, after our previous conversation, it's been a splash of cold water. So while I was off the phone, I've been doing some math. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Math? What kind of math? POI-5392-1: Well, it's more that I'm trying to war-game this out, but here's what I figure. We could try and make it so that only certain countries have this technology. I don't like it, but it would be mutually assured destruction if we did, right? I mean, that worked during the cold war. Then again, all it takes is one regime change and everything's so god-damn unreliable. That leaves too much of a chance than I'm comfortable with so I'm moving on from that. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Well, we're in the same boat down here. Right now, the higher-ups are trying to come up with a solution that satisfies everyone, so that's where we're at. How are you feeling? POI-5392-1: I could be better. I just want to know where it all went wrong. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: You haven't done anything wrong Albert, aside from not notifying the authorities. Can I be frank with you? POI-5392-1: By all means. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Shit happens. POI-5392-1: <mild chuckle> Sorry Houston, but that seems a bit reductive. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: I mean yeah, but that's what it boils down to. You wanted to create something for the world, and you succeeded. Now it's here, and it's nothing like you imagined. POI-5392-1: <silence> Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Albert? You there? POI-5392-1: I'm sorry Houston, but my mind is jumping ahead to what I'm going to do now. If I come down to Earth, whoever gets me or the engine basically has a shiny red button to blow up the world. I don't like it, but I didn't build this thing for security. Like, you know how nuclear bombs have multiple levels of checks and balances to make sure they don't go firing off accidentally or if it's ordered by someone that shouldn't have the authority? Yeah, I have none of that in here. The only hurdle is calculating trajectories, which my navigational computers can do on their own. This is a proof-of-concept vehicle-a minimum viable product. I can't stay up here forever. I only have three days of supplies here, four if I ration, but I can't ration my CO2 filters. I'll suffocate. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Sir, I have an idea. POI-5392-1: Oh? What's that? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: I can't say right now because I have to run it by some people, but if I'm right, no one will be happy, but you may get your wish. Please keep monitoring this frequency. I'll update you when I can. <End Log> Addendum 5392-6: DATE: 31/5/2024 FROM: Site Director Nate Ferris <noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn#noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn> TO: O5 General Secretary <noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o#noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o>; GOC Relations Office <cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler#cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler>; CC: Foundation Dept of Public Outreach <noitadnuof.pcs|OPD#noitadnuof.pcs|OPD> SUBJECT: Re: Re: 5392 update Hello All, I'm putting all of us in one email thread so we're not all disjointed. An idea has been proposed to me which, while it isn't perfect, solves a lot of our problems. The U.N. would have control over any future FTL-spaceflight programs. Not NASA or any individual spaceflight organization. The Foundation would also get an FTL drive, but would require the express consent and 'launch codes' from the GOC to launch at all. This would essentially mean that FTL as designed by Albert Maple, (Henceforth referred to as the Maple Drive) even if it's not anomalous, would become public knowledge and no one country would oversee it. Rather, the U.N. would announce that they are creating their own spaceflight program. It would require three of the five senior UN member countries to launch any spacecraft, and multiple 'Trust but verify' levels of security. This is a big decision which I can't make on my own so I need to ask that the O5's conduct an emergency vote to approve or deny. In the meantime, the UN security counsel should also have an emergency session, albeit discreetly, to discuss the safeguards that would be made and to come to a decision, fast. This takes pressure off of the GOC, advances humanity in a meaningful way, and moves forward to secure an asset which we still don't know is anomalous or not. As far as retrieving the ship, that would be a joint retrieval effort by the Foundation and the GOC once we can get the governments in line. The Foundation will keep and contain the ship, the GOC will get custody of Albert Maple. All of this needs to happen extremely fast. The Tachyon Express only has 68 hours of life-support, after which I don't know what Maple will do as that timer gets closer to zero. He's rational, but his situation is desperate and he knows it. I don't want to push him too far. That's our proposal. I'll hear any other plans if you have them. -Site Director Ferris Addendum 5392-6: Proposal: To cooperate with GOC to establish the 'Maple Drive' as a controlled technology as proposed by Site 26 Director Ferris. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-03 O5-02 O5-01 O5-06 O5-04 O5-05 O5-08 O5-07 O5-10 O5-09 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED at 3:21PM MST Addendum 5392-7: DATE: 01/6/2024 FROM: GOC Relations Office <cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler#cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler> TO: Foundation Dept of Public Outreach <noitadnuof.pcs|OPD#noitadnuof.pcs|OPD>; O5 General Secretary <noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o#noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o>; <noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn#noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn> SUBJECT: Re:Re:Re: 5392 update: UN sec council update Hello All, The UN Security Council convened late last night. There was a lot of yelling and assertions until the end when they agreed that they didn't trust each other enough for individual countries to have their own FTL programs. The Maple Drive is staying at the UN level. They plan on picking this up again in the morning. (Relative to your time, Director Ferris) The lobbying and political hammering from countries has lessened drastically now that they have something they can do about it. As for the private sector, when it was learned that FTL would be handled at the U.N. level, they are working with us rather than pressuring us and now want to discuss contracts. Director Ferris, you and your negotiator have my sincere gratitude for suggesting a proposal that has likely saved the jobs of many of my bosses and colleagues. I will say, this is relatively fast-paced for a decision of this magnitude. While they are used to making quick decisions in the interest of security, quick decisions usually amount to agreeing a group of people is bad, and passing it off to NATO or the fleet allied commander or something like that. For other, more longer or involved motions, say if a country on the security council is doing something that violates the sovereignty or compromises the security of another, there's a lot more 'You don't get to do that - I'm doing it - We're going to stop you from doing it - We're still doing it,' and so on and so forth. A stalemate like that can last for weeks in deadlock. Agreeing to multiple oversight committees was an easy decision, but deciding which countries aside from the main three superpowers (US, Russia, China) would also have oversight is tomorrow's argument. Furthermore, there was a lot of debate on what to do when a country is caught making their own FTL drive, but that went on for hours and took up most of the session. Everything was thrown around from automatic sanctions, full trade embargos and tariffs, military retaliation, etc. They were extremely undecided about that. Furthermore, the implications of creating a space program under the UN imply that there needs to be a consensus with the UN as a whole to agree to fund the program. That will come later. We agreed to focus on restrictions, security, and mutual oversight. They are also undecided on whether or not the Foundation should have any FTL at all, GOC oversight or not. It came down to two opposing ideas: "They already do whatever they want. Keeping this technology from them would give them a reality check and it may not even be anomalous" vs "They were the ones that proposed this in the first place and if it wasn't for them, the GOC would have destroyed the ship and we wouldn't be meeting in the first place." I will let you decide what to do with that information. I will say, you may want to speak with Maple and try to buy some more time with his carbon dioxide filters. It has been my experience that the council can agree on broad strokes quickly but get lost in the little details. In short, despite all the setbacks, I'm satisfied the council will come around and agree to a proposition that, while it won't please everyone, will please humanity as a whole. Albert Maple may get his wish in the end. Regards, Victor Eckelberg G.O.C. Director of Relations. Addendum 5392-8: <Begin Audio Transcript - Third communication with 'Tachyon Express' - 7:15 AM MST 6/1/2024> Interviewed: Albert Maple, henceforth referred to as 'POI-5392-1' Interviewer: Santiago McCawley, Site 26 Communications Analyst. Foreword: POI-5392-1 re-enabled livestream, but set the stream to unlisted so only individuals who had the link previously could view it. Given Foundation security measures and blockers, this was redundant on the part of POI-5392-1, but they didn't know that. Their actions while on camera are noted here for the record. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Come in Tachyon Express, this is Houston. POI-5392-1: <is seen with a headset floating in zero-g behind their seat, they are eating a packed sandwich before lowering the headset microphone to talk> Morning Houston, how you doing. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: I'm doing well. I've good some good news, which I've been cleared to give you. POI-5392-1: Oh? Do tell. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: The United Nations Security Council met last night. They are agreeing to keep your model for FTL flight and subsequent development of it at the United Nations. No individual country will have it, it will be as close to an international effort as we can get it. POI-5392-1: <smiling>That's amazing. I bet that's making some people very angry right now. You know, I'm still getting messages from Space X, Blue Origin, even my old employer Boeing. They're all congratulating me and offering me exorbitant amounts of money. At least I was last night. Nothing new this morning, but they probably get the message at this point. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Right, well, I want to discuss what would be expected of you when you end up landing back on Earth. POI-5392-1: Let me guess, I have to teach multiple rooms of people how all this shit works? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: That's correct. You'd be speaking to people of all different countries and they would have interpreters. Apparently, engineering conversations in different languages can get finicky and you'll find yourself having to repeat yourself if you teach them all directly. The workaround is you're first going to be speaking with engineers fluent in both English, and that of their respective countries. These aren't necessarily people building the ships, they are people on the oversight committees. POI-5392-1: Oversight committees? Houston, you're starting to lose me here. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: The UN will be building and launching the ships, but every country wants to make sure that the engines are not being built or launched in a way that's going to compromise the security of their nation. You with me so far? POI-5392-1: Forgive me Houston, I'm trying to focus on what you're saying but it sounds like something I can learn on the ground and on the fly. Can we focus on something else? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Umm… yeah we can talk. What's on your mind? POI-5392-1: Well Houston, something that's occurred to me here is-uh, all these nations and governments and whatever are scared shitless to the point they're actually working together. Why are you the only one that I've been talking to? Doesn't your boss want to talk to me? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Umm… well, my boss was the one that wanted me to talk to you in the first place. POI-5392-1: Yeah, but why you? Why not the head of SATCOM or director of NASA? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Well, talking with people is sort of my job. It's my job to talk with folks from other groups in NASA or maybe in the FAA or other similar agencies to get information and relay it to my bosses so they can all make informed decisions. POI-5392-1: I get it, you're the people person. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Okay, now you're the one being reductive here. <A laugh is shared by both POI-5392-1 and McCawley lasting several seconds.> Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Can we talk about something else now? POI-5392-1: Sure. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: The downside to all this diplomacy going on in the background is that all these folks are arguing. If you came down to Earth while they were arguing, it may be jumping the gun a bit. You understand? POI-5392-1: Right, if I come back too early and the UN has a half-cocked plan, it could backfire. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Exactly, so right now, we need to talk about ways to clean off your dirty CO2 filters. I've got some instructions here from one of our teams. POI-5392-1: There's still the food issue and water issue. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: You may have to ration - Hang on Albert - my boss is trying to get my attention. <several seconds pass> Albert, I need you to listen to me very closely. Are you there? POI-5392-1: What's going on. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Someone, I don't know who, has launched a missile. It is on an intercept course with the Tachyon Express. POI-5392-1: Oh shit, oh shit, oh- Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Albert, you cannot panic. If you panic, you die. We need to work the problem. POI-5392-1: <slows their breathing> Okay, okay, how much time do I have? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Two minutes, five seconds. POI-5392-1: <starts taking deep breaths and starts looking around the cabin.> Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: The livestream is on Albert. What are you looking for? I can try to help. POI-5392-1: Notebook. Green. Small. Had a bunch of information I need to input trajectory. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: You're going to use the drive again? POI-5392-1: <raising his voice> Are you going to help me or not? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: I-yeah-okay-uh, I see something green in the bottom left corner of the screen. It's free floating, you see it? POI-5392-1: <Floats over to the monitor to review, then looks at the object> Yeah, that's it thanks. <POI-5392-1 begins frantically flipping through the notebook before stopping at a page and moving over to their navigational controls.> Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Alber- POI-5392-1: <shouting> Not now! <POI-5392-1 is seen typing frantically onto a keyboard before muttering to themselves> Delta V of… fuck is that a three or an eight, whatever, eight it is. <flips to another page before alarms start sounding.> Well there's the proximity alarm! <POI-5392-1 lets go of notebook and climbs handrail to reach a button on the other side of the cabin. The alarms cease, and POI-5392-1 returns to the console, clamoring to grab the notebook and flipping to another page> Houston! Time! Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Sixty seconds. POI-5392-1: <returns to typing in console> Okay, I think I'm good, no, shit that's a negative. I have to fix that. <POI-5392-1 is seen hitting the arrow keys to go to a previous part before hitting the backspace button.> Really wish I brought a mouse! Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Forty seconds. POI-5392-1: All good on navigation, I've got to run the startup checks. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: How much time will that take? POI-5392-1: They're important! I don't need this right now!<POI-5392-1 rapidly removes their headset and moves toward the front of the cabin, closer to the camera.> Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: <Shouting> Albert! Damn it Albert! Put your headset back on! <End Log> Addendum 5392-9: <Begin Audio Transcript - Security Log - Site 26 - Mission Control Main Observation Room - 7:21 AM MST> <The mission control room shows a dozen people at their stations. The large screen at the front of the room shows two windows. One showing the livestream of Albert Maple, henceforth referred to as POI-5392-1, referencing a notebook and operating controls out of the view of the camera. The other monitor window shows a missile on path to intercept with the Tachyon Express.> Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: <standing up and shouting> Albert! Damn it Albert! Put your headset back on! Site Director Nate Ferris: McCawley, he can't hear you. Let him work. Where are we on countermeasures? Communications Analyst Gina Morris: Nu-77 launched an interceptor already but it's not going to make it. Satellite Operator Stacy Lee: Thirty seconds to impact. Sir, the projectile's not on an intercept course! It's path is above the craft. Site Director Nate Ferris: What the- Satellite Operator Stacy Lee: <shouting> New contact! Approaching at Mach eleven. Communications Analyst Gina Morris: Message from GOC sir, new contact is theirs! They're attempting to intercept the missile with a railgun! Satellite Operator Stacy Lee: Confirmed! Missile intercept in three-two-one-impact! <on-screen, the GOC projectile is appears rapidly to intercept the missile. POI-5392-1 is knocked off his chair and slams face-first into the ceiling of the cabin. POI-5392-1 grabs their head in pain as their body slides off to the left of the screen, out of sight of the camera.> Satellite Operator Stacy Lee: Sir, imaging shows Tachyon Express is now spinning hard, they're knocked off of orbit. Albert's got to be hitting some g's, he could be unconscious. Site Director Nate Ferris: Mason, what's the new trajectory look like? Jr. Researcher Mason Hedge: I need more data points. It's too soon. Site Director Nate Ferris: Give me a ballpark! Jr. Researcher Mason Hedge: Northern Hemisphere, I want to say North Pole? Could be Canada, Northern Siberia, Finland, I'll know more in a sec! Site Director Nate Ferris: Gina, request an emergency scramble of Delta-fourteen.8 Coordinate with G.O.C. on retrieval. Hedge, give her the coordinates once you have them. <POI-5392-1's bloodied left hand is seen coming from the left side of the screen grabbing the armrest of the pilot's seat.> Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Director, he's conscious! <POI-5392-1's right hand is seen coming from the left side of the screen grabbing the armrest of the pilot's seat. POI-5392-1 then pulls themselves 'up' with a mixed grip against the direction of rotational gravity before their face becomes visible. POI-5392-1 is suffering a nosebleed, which in the amplified gravity is extremely visible as a thick red line going 'down' his face, beard, and jumpsuit.> Site Director Nate Ferris: <muttering into his headset microphone> Come on, you son of a bitch. <The entire mission control room watches as POI-5392-1 loops their left arm around the armrest, and reaches for the controls with his right arm. POI-5392-1 is visibly straining for reach before grabbing the armrest again with his right hand to support themselves. They attempt again to reach the controls but fails again and in the process, more blood starts to eject from their nose. Their eyes appear to be bloodshot and blinking rapidly. One more time, POI-5392-1 attempts to reach the controls, this time reaching and succeeding to make contact with the console before losing their grip and falling in the direction of gravity off to the left of the screen.> Satellite Operator Stacy Lee: Director, SENTINEL-2 is picking up elevated heat readings from the ship. Site Director Nate Ferris: Put the ship on-screen! <all windows on main viewer are cleared to show a live feed showing the Tachyon Express. Notably, the rear of the ship is glowing a bright yellow for less than a second before the entire ship itself disappears out of sight.> He's gone. Stacy, check HEIMDALL for FTL events. Gina, cancel request to Delta-fourteen and inform G.O.C. Hedge, find out where the missile came from. McCawley? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Sir? Site Director Nate Ferris: Lock the doors. <End Log> Note: The livestream cut out right after the second FTL event. SCP-5392 was found in the exact same coordinates and altitude with the same orbital velocity as its first FTL event. Attempts to communicate were made, but the telecommunications satellite hijacked by POI-5392-1 was too far away for use. A Foundation satellite was redirected for a rendezvous course in the hopes that SCP-5392's radio would still be monitoring the encrypted frequency. Addendum 5392-10: DATE: 01/6/2024 FROM: Foundation Dept of Public Outreach <noitadnuof.pcs|OPD#noitadnuof.pcs|OPD> TO: O5 General Secretary <noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o#noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o>; Site Director Nate Ferris <noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn#noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn>; GOC Relations Office <cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler#cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler> SUBJECT: Re:Re:Re:Re: 5392 update: UN sec council update - missile update Hello All, I got off the phone with Victor earlier today, he's taking a lot of heat and fielding questions but I'm relaying this on his behalf. In short, we have confirmed that the missile that launched against the Tachyon Express was launched from an ICBM missile silo in the Kamchatka Peninsula in the Russian Federation. The silo was deactivated as part of a Nuclear Arms Reduction Treaty in the early 2000's, and was bought by a company calling themselves (and this is translated from Russian) "Kamchatka Agriculture and Livestock". In contrast to that, the missile that was used was called a 'Volleyball' missile because it was designed to knock satellites from orbit (as opposed to destroying them) by going above them, then detonating once it left a certain proximity which would 'spike' the satellite downwards. Test rockets were made, but abandoned during the height of the cold war as being impractical. It's clear that whomever launched this intended to salvage the ship, rather than destroy it. This has caused the UN security council to turn against Russia claiming they were trying to spike the proceedings, and violating the previously mentioned arms reduction treaty, which is setting everything back. The missile itself tripped NORAD which caused the DEFCON level to rise. Until the US can trust Russia again, the talks regarding the Maple Drive are being put on hold. Russia is stating that they shot it down as it was a danger to the security of Russia's assets in space. They are not explaining why a previously decommissioned silo was active however. In short, the security talks are on hold until this mess is sorted out. Do we have any leads as to who launched it? Sincerely, Catherine Long Head of Public Outreach S.C.P. Foundation Addendum 5392-11: Foreword: The following is a transcript of a phone call between Russian Deputy Foreign Minister Kazimir Ivanov and Department of Public Outreach Head, Catherine Long. The phone call took place approximately sixty minutes after the second SCP-5392 FTL event. Catherine Long: Speak. Kazimir Ivanov: Hello Ms. Long. I am contacting the Foundation on behalf of the Russian Federation with an offer. Catherine Long: What do you propose? Kazimir Ivanov: I propose that the Foundation has reign to send in a qualified team into the missile silo in Kamchatka to investigate the recent launch. Catherine Long: Why would you want to investigate your own launch? Kazimir Ivanov: We did not launch it. We told the security council that we had to maintain our position and regard. Catherine Long: You did it to save face. Kazimir Ivanov: That is your expression, not mine. In any event, when we sent our forces into the silo, they came out screaming and were a danger to themselves and other military personnel. It seems they were affected by an anomalous force. I'm told there was internal conflict and shooting. Catherine Long: Why not contact the G.O.C.? Kazimir Ivanov: We cannot use the Coalition as they report to the United Nations. You understand… this is a delicate thing we are trying to do here. Catherine Long: I see what you are trying to do and I think your proposal has merit with one large flaw. Why would the Foundation go behind the back of the G.O.C. who has been our ally in this matter? Kazimir Ivanov: No one is saying you are going behind their back. If you involve them, things will only get more complicated and messy, and not involving them gives them deniability they will be grateful for. Catherine Long: Messy for Russia as well. I'll be honest, Mr. Ivanov, despite the fact that you are trying to convince us to do your dirty work, I think it will be in everyone's best interest to accept your proposal. I'll work to make the necessary arrangements on my end. In the meantime, one of our people will contact you with explicit instructions for staying out of our way. Addendum 5392-12: Note: After the second SCP-5392 FTL event and with approval of the Russian Federation, MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") was deployed to the missile silo in the Kamchatka Peninsula in Russia. Mission Statement: Clear the site of any hostile individuals and investigate the missile launch. Team Leader: Z9-Papyrus Mission Roster: Z9-Papyrus Z9-Roman Z9-Ariel Z9-WingDing Z9-Calibri Z9-Helvetica Z9-Bauhaus Mission Result: Foundation Casualties: 0 Non-Foundation Casualties (killed): 4 Non-Foundation Casualties (Injured): 20 Hostiles Encountered: 0 Hostiles KIA: 0 Post-Mission Summary: We entered the silo, and encountered our first hazard about five minutes after going underground. From the Russian's description, my guess is it causes psychosis, paranoia, and violent tendencies. Hazard was neutralized by covering it up with the spray paint we use to mark passages we've been in. It's been bagged, along with other hazards we encountered for further analysis. Further exploration of the missile silo was mostly uneventful. We saw signs of recent activity. The only evidence we were able to acquire was a metal trash can that had its contents set on fire. Some scraps we were able to pull out of the ashes revealed two things. First being that they spoke English, and secondly, they referred to SCP 5392 as 'DeCIRO Catalogue Number: SC-67/546-78/211'. If we can cross-reference that with anything we know about how other anomalous groups log their stuff, we'll have our answer. As for the Russians, the hazards are nasty stuff to the un-inoculated. I recommend a Foundation medical team pay them a visit with amnestic treatment. -Z9-Papyrus. Addendum 5392-13: Note: Approximately four hours after the second FTL event, Foundation Satellite SENTINEL-6 had succeeded in approach and established a rendezvous orbit with SCP-5392. <Begin Audio Transcript - Fourth communication with 'Tachyon Express' - 11:25 AM MST 6/1/2024> Interviewed: Albert Maple, henceforth referred to as 'POI-5392-1'. Interviewer: Santiago McCawley, Site 26 Communications Analyst. Foreword: No livestream video provided as POI-5392-1 had no telecommunications ability apart from their radio. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Tachyon Express, this is Houston. If you're still listening, we had to move one of our satellites to get within range. <Silence for a few seconds> Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Tachyon Express? POI-5392-1: I'm here Houston. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: We saw you in the livestream before you used the drive. Are you injured? POI-5392-1: Yeah… I could have died. Why am I not dead? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: I can tell you that a missile was shot by persons currently unknown. The reason it didn't hit you is because the American government shot it down with a railgun. POI-5392-1: That explains why I felt the explosion sooner than you told me it was going to. I see. I'm sorry for ripping the headset off. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: It's okay Albert. It was probably for the best. We need to focus on your injuries right now. POI-5392-1: I stopped the nosebleed, I dislocated my left shoulder-that was the only reason I was able to reach the controls and engage the drive, and I've got muscles all over that hurt from either bruising or I pulled them when I was trying to save the ship. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Good that you're still alive man. I'm going to get our house doctor to walk you through self-treatment for everything, okay? POI-5392-1: Houston… I'm not going to be able to come home, am I? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: The world governments were having really good talks Albert. Politicians were moving fast to get on the same page about how to help you out. POI-5392-1: Houston, the second I touch ground, I'm going to get grabbed, tortured, or straight up killed and never seen again. The ship, if it ever comes down, is going to be pulled apart and studied for ways of how to turn it into something that I wanted to avoid. I'm fucked. No two ways about it. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: That's not- POI-5392-1: <interrupting> I just wanted to matter. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: What do you mean? POI-5392-1: I just wanted to unite the world. Maybe achieve world peace, bring us closer to realizing our proverbial world is bigger than our actual world, and maybe be satisfied with myself. <sighs> Fuck me right? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Some hefty goals Albert. POI-5392-1: <raises voice> Instead, I have small-minded fucks trying to blow me up and kill me or get me to sell out or tell me I matter when it's all bullshit! <starts to cry> This is bigger than them, this is bigger than all of us! It's the only… fucking thing I could do. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Do for what? POI-5392-1: <sobbing> To change everything. To prevent stupid shit from tearing us apart. I just… I wanted to make the world better. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Albert, I'm told that you would fix people's cars for free when they were in tight spots, that has to mean- POI-5392-1: No, it doesn't mean anything. They would have gotten their cars fixed no matter what. Only difference being how much they paid in money, and money? Money's shit. It doesn't mean anything in a few years when it's all inflated or in a few billion years when the world decays, and it barely means anything now! This was supposed to start something that lasted, damn it! This was supposed to kick us off into expansion and figuring out what's out there and learning… oh god I sound like an idiot. I sound like a fucking idiot. I sound like an episode of Star Trek. You know what I said to myself when I started this whole project? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: What did you say to yourself? POI-5392-1: I told myself I was going to prove nihilists wrong. Like you know how they always say 'Oh the world's going to end, nothing we do matters, people get cancer, why would I bring kids into this world' and so on? I said fuck that. I wanted to give people hope. I wanted people to wonder again. You know when I was a kid, everyone was full of curiosity during the Apollo missions and wanting to learn about what was out there and what's going to happen next and it's all gone! The wonder was all gone! Now it's all about making money and hurting people. <POI-5392-1 is crying profusely> I wanted to do something that would bring people hope. I wanted to do something before I died… I'm sixty-two years old. I wanted to matter in the time I had left, I don't have cancer or anything, I'm just scared. <POI-5392-1 is trying to calm themselves down.> Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Scared of what? POI-5392-1: I'm scared that I will die, and the universe, being as big as it is, will skip me by, and my life won't mean anything. I don't care if people never learn my name, I'm not afraid of the act of dying itself. I'm aware I'm going to die one day, but I don't want to die feeling like I didn't do enough. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: You're scared of regret? POI-5392-1: I'm scared of being inconsequential. <Silence for several seconds> Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Albert, can I tell you something? POI-5392-1: Go ahead, I've told you a lot. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: I used to be a police negotiator. I used to handle hostage situations, kidnapping and ransom, that sort of thing. That's why they picked me to talk to you. POI-5392-1: <scoffs> Hell of a career change. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Oh yeah, it was. I asked for the change though. It was… very stressful, but I did get to help people. POI-5392-1: I imagine it can't have ended well all the time. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: No it didn't. My last negotiation before I left, the perpetrator was irate, violent, there was no talking him down. There were kids in the house and it wasn't a pretty sight. We needed to get in there quickly because we were pretty sure they needed professional medical help. Broken bones, internal bleeding, that sort of thing. I had to… I had to do something that, until that point, I could avoid. I had to convince the perpetrator to go to a window so our sniper could get a line of sight on him. POI-5392-1: I'm sorry, that sounds like a difficult decision. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: I didn't make that decision. My higher-ups did. They told me that trying to save the life of the perp as well as the hostages wasn't going to happen. So I convinced him that we got his demands right in front of the house, and he looked out the window to check. I can't say I had a better alternative. POI-5392-1: Why are you telling me this? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Because a week later, in an attempt to get me to stay, my captain came to my desk and showed me a card that one of the kids had made. It said "Thanks for saving us!" and had a picture of the little girl in the hospital bed smiling and playing with a nurse. I may not have saved everyone, but… I mattered to her, and the other kids present. <sighs> Albert, my point is that what matters is relative. I'm not saying that your attempt to matter on a large scale is invalid. In fact, I think that your actions matter on a scale that neither of us fully understand, but we're human beings. We have limits. I think that there's a lot to both of our situations we couldn't really control. POI-5392-1: <chuckles> There's a quote from Star Trek that goes well here - It is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not failure, that is life. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Perfect. Albert, I really don't want to take away from the conversation, but we really do need to get your medical situation sorted for now. My colleague is going to give you instructions on how to access our satellite's wi-fi. That way, you can use the camera and our doctor can get a better look at you. POI-5392-1: Sounds good Houston. Ready when you are. <End Log> Afterword: The internet and livestream aboard SCP-5392 was restored. A follow-up medical examination by the on-shift Site-26 doctor allowed for POI-5392-1 to relocate his arm. No other serious injuries were found. However, the assigned medical officer noted that, from a mental health standpoint, POI-5392 was in serious danger of a mental breakdown. Specifically: "If he worked for the Foundation, I would have him assigned to Safe-class duty and weekly therapy. That's standard practice after an injury of his scale. Not just for physical recovery, but mental recovery. I recommend asking him to keep the stream or his camera online at all times for further visual review. " Addendum 5392-14: DATE: 01/6/2024 FROM: GOC Relations Office <cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler#cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler> TO: Foundation Dept of Public Outreach <noitadnuof.pcs|OPD#noitadnuof.pcs|OPD>; O5 General Secretary <noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o#noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o>; <noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn#noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn> SUBJECT: Re:Re:Re: 5392 update: UN sec council update Hello Cathy, We noticed a helicopter carrying a small team enter and leave the launch silo area, and to make matters worse, the Russian government let them in. The helicopter in question returned to a Foundation-controlled airfield. We've worked together long enough to recognize when we are giving each other the run-around. I've done it to you many times so that doesn't concern me. What does concern me is that the GOC would be left out of something so public. That silo was being watched by multiple countries, but the Foundation gets to go in? Until I get your side of the story, I'm going to assume you had your reasons. Furthermore, I need to see all the documentation concerning that excursion to further keep the international community at bay. Russia maintains that they launched the missile, but no one believes it. Not for a second. The worst part is, other countries are being put in a position where they have to assume Russia shot it down for hostile reasons. In other words, war. Alliances are being drawn between who is siding with Russia, and not. Furthermore, the United States is considering shooting down the Tachyon Express in order to deny Russia the proverbial golden goose. China isn't tipping their hand as to what they are doing. I'm worried, they aren't the type to hold their cards for too long. The GOC's position is being weakened due to recurring questions about whether or not the craft is anomalous. I'm not sure how long we can keep them from acting on their own. One other issue that has come up after this recent dilemma, is that Albert has the ability to maintain orbit indefinitely and can right the ship with under two minutes notice. This makes destroying the ship with conventional means exceedingly difficult, let alone retrieval and salvage. Waiting for Albert to slowly suffocate when his filters run out won't work for a couple of reasons. It's likely that someone will make a move before then that ends this, and it will be a free-for-all to see who can salvage the ship first. A path forward isn't going to be enough, and negotiations aren't enough. The temperature in the room is too high. The first step is getting nations to trust each other again. Regards, Victor Eckelberg G.O.C. Director of Relations. Addendum 5392-15: DATE: 01/6/2024 FROM: Foundation Dept of Public Outreach <noitadnuof.pcs|OPD#noitadnuof.pcs|OPD> TO: O5 General Secretary <noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o#noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o>; Site Director Nate Ferris <noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn#noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn>; GOC Relations Office <cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler#cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler> SUBJECT: Missile silo excursion ATTACHMENTS: Addendum 5392-12.pdf Victor, I've been given permission to disclose what happened. Apologies for giving you the run-around. It wasn't Russia, they offered to let us clear it out because they tried, but encountered risk to their own soldiers. They wanted us to keep it quiet to preserve their standing, but now that we've gone there, we have no reason to keep it quiet anymore. Attached are our findings from the silo. If you intend to bring this to the security council, I recommend saying it was covertly acquired from us, rather than we gave it to you. Not because we want to preserve a relationship with the Russian government, but because it would sound more legitimate. I am prepared to have a fake argument with you about "your egregious acts of espionage" in front of them if need be. Sincerely, Catherine Long Head of Public Outreach S.C.P. Foundation Addendum 5392-16: <Begin Audio Transcript - Fifth communication with 'Tachyon Express' - 02:25 PM MST 6/1/2024> Interviewed: Albert Maple, henceforth referred to as 'POI-5392-1'. Interviewer: Santiago McCawley, Site-26 Communications Analyst. Foreword: POI-5392-1 was seen on livestream working on the navigational computers while referencing the green notebook. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Come in Tachyon Express. POI-5392-1: <lowering microphone on headset> Hey Houston. I read you. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Hey Albert, we couldn't help but notice you're working on the navigational systems like before. Are you planning a course? POI-5392-1: No, I'm plotting a destination. Several of them actually. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: What destinations are you planning on going to? POI-5392-1: I'm not planning to go anywhere. When you told me about the missile, I had two minutes. My proximity alarm went off maybe ninety seconds before. If you hadn't told me before, I wouldn't be alive. The only variables I need when trying to get out of Earth's orbit were latitude, longitude, distance from the center of Earth, and my relative speed on my x, y, and z vectors relative to the ship. Now, my relative speed and distance from the center is going to be the same all the time because they relate to each other, but what I'm essentially doing is creating an array of coordinates to travel to in case I need to get out of the way again. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: So you're creating an escape plan? POI-5392-1: I wouldn't say escape. More of a plan to keep dodging than anything else. I'm thinking about rigging it directly to the proximity alarm to jump immediately in case something gets too close, but there could be so many false positives with that. Just going to have to confirm it on my end then jump to the next coordinates in the array if need be. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: That's a pretty good plan. POI-5392-1: It's the only thing I can think to do up here other than keep checking my equipment over and over again. I like actually having something to work on. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: I hope it doesn't come to the point where you need to dodge missiles again, but if it does, we can have a satellite in the next set of coordinates if need be, so there's no downtime in communications. If you can tell us where the next set is, I can make that happen. POI-5392-1: No. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: I'm sorry? POI-5392-1: As much as that would be nice, if this is going straight to NASA, then it means that the American government is listening as well. They could send a missile to provoke me to use the drive, then have a missile ready at my next set of coordinates. Even if the American military isn't listening to this, someone else may be. I'm not going to tip my hand like that. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Albert, this frequency is encrypted. You have my word- POI-5392-1: It doesn't matter Houston. You're not going to convince me to change my mind on this. It costs me nothing to have this contingency in place, and if no-one knows where I'm going next, no one can anticipate it. I trust you Houston, but I don't need to tell you. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: <After being told by site director to avoid pushing the question.> All right fair enough. POI-5392-1: Okay, all done. I need something else to do… huh, hey Houston? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Yes Albert? POI-5392-1: Well, part of what I wanted to do was spark a new age of invention. When we colonize planets, we're going to need to face a whole new set of problems for each planet. One such problem - how are Muslims going to point their prayer rugs at Mecca from Mars? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: I'm sorry? POI-5392-1: I mean, eventually we're going to get Muslims on Mars. Also-it's really fun to say Muslims on Mars. So alliterative. I'm getting off-topic. Now Muslims are going to need a mechanism that can point to Earth, or more specifically, to Mecca. A 'Mecca'-nism if you will. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Well, they would need a device to point to it like a hi-gain antenna and a satellite in orbit around Mars to facilitate connection. It would also need to be in a fixed position, the antenna, that is. POI-5392-1: See, you thought of that because you work at NASA. That's how NASA would solve that problem. Maybe the Iranians or some other country would genetically breed a flower that would point at Earth like how sunflowers point at the sun. That would be cool for another reason, because then it could act as a crude compass to get back to Earth. Actually, no wait, that's too crude. You can't get an accurate bearing from a bastardized sunflower. Or maybe someone will come up with some other solution that's just as amazing. I don't know what they will do, but I would have loved to see that. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Albert, can I tell you something? POI-5392-1: What's that? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Half my colleagues in mission control are now muttering 'Muslims on Mars' to themselves. POI-5392-1: <laughing> You know, if the Muslims were praying real quiet, they would actually be 'Muttering Muslims on Mars'. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Hey, why stop there? We're assuming it's more than one right? Multiple muttering Muslims on Mars! <Both McCawley and POI-5392-1 laugh> <END LOG> Afterword: Notice how he said he "would have" loved to see the solution for Islamic prayer on Mars. - Comm. Analyst McCawley Addendum 5392-17: Foreword: The following is a transcript of a phone call between U.S. Secretary of State Horace Miller and Department of Public Outreach Head, Catherine Long. The phone call took place approximately eight hours after the second SCP-5392 FTL event. Horace Miller: Hello, this is regarding our American citizen in orbit. Catherine Long: We have nothing to discuss. Horace Miller: Your daughter here would disagree. Catherine Long: Excuse me? Horace Miller: I'll put her on. Beatrice Long: Hi Mommy, I'm in a limousine! Catherine Long: That's really nice! Hey Bodie, can you remind me of something? What's your favorite park? Like what amusement park? Beatrice Long: My favorite amusement park? That's [REDACTED]! Why are you asking? Catherine Long: Oh, I'm having trouble remembering. What was your favorite ride again? I want to take you there next weekend. Beatrice Long: I liked the Ferris Wheel! I like being above everyone and everything to see all of it! Will you take me there this Saturday? Catherine Long: I'd love to do that. Can you give the phone back to the man who I was speaking with before? <a few seconds pass> Horace Miller: Yes? Catherine Long: You must be really desperate if you're threatening children. Horace Miller: Oh me? I'm not threatening anybody. The local police got a tip that your residence was being used for storing narcotics and firearms. Sure enough, they were found at the house, as well as your daughter. I have the pleasure of escorting her to the Social Services office. Catherine Long: You motherfu- Horace Miller: And, this is just to make sure you listen closely: we found that several of your researchers appeared to have ties to a suspicious organization, which itself has ties to terror groups and other organized crime. Under the Patriot Act, we have the right to arrest them as we see fit. It also appears that several Foundation-owned companies have ties as well to these groups. We're seizing their assets as we speak. We're not threatening anyone Ms. Long, we're just protecting our country. As for what can be done about it, we've sent instructions to your office on how to turn communications over to us. It's in our best interest to make sure that our American citizen is in good health after that spin he had. Once this is all over, you can take your daughter to that Ferris wheel knowing you did the right thing. Catherine Long: The Foundation will not answer to- Horace Miller: Oh Ms. Long, please don't make a threat you aren't willing to follow through on. We're at the Social Services office now. Say goodbye to your mommy, Beatrice! Beatrice Long: Bye Mommy! See you when you get home! Addendum 5392-18: DATE: 01/6/2024 FROM: GOC Relations Office <cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler#cog.nu|eciffosnoitaler> TO: Foundation Dept of Public Outreach <noitadnuof.pcs|OPD#noitadnuof.pcs|OPD>; O5 General Secretary <noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o#noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o>; <noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn#noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn> SUBJECT: Council Update Cathy, Two things. First, I'm sorry about your daughter. I had no idea the Americans would do this. Secondly, no one cares about the missile anymore, or even that it wasn't Russia. All it proved was that Russia was lying, which we already knew. The fact that a non-state-actor managed to launch a missile to try and ground it is only making them scramble more. It doesn't help that the Americans are already jumping the gun and attacking your staff, which means that the Foundation is now a target of other countries following their example. The Secretary-General has ordered the GOC to stand down from this matter. He says we shouldn't have gotten involved in the first place because the ship isn't even anomalous. While I firmly believe that doesn't matter, my bosses have confirmed his order and told me to cease contact. If it helps, I managed to find the address of the office your daughter is being held at: ████████████████████████ Other than that, my hands are tied. I'm sorry. Regards, Victor Eckelberg G.O.C. Director of Relations. Addendum 5392-19: DATE: 01/6/2024 FROM: O5 General Secretary <noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o#noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o>; TO: All Site Directors <noitadnuof.pcs|ridtis#noitadnuof.pcs|ridtis>; SUBJECT: All-Sites alert. FROM THE OFFICE OF THE O5 COUNCIL: Directors, Due to the events regarding SCP-5392, all Foundation sites are to be put on high alert for external threats. All Foundation researchers are to head to their assigned site if currently off-site for their own safety. With the exception of those containing and providing proper security clearance, no other persons are allowed on-site. Lethal force is authorized to terminate intruders that breach site perimeter. Foundation staff are to stay on-site and make arrangements to remain until further notice. Any staff wishing to contact family members not on-site are prohibited from doing so, as this gives an opportunity for extortion by any nation that wishes to gain an asset on any site. It is unlikely that any nation will invade any Foundation site directly, as the on-site nuclear warheads, in combination with the dangerous anomalies held in containment, pose a sizable deterrent. That being said, we are seeing military action in strategic positions around some Foundation sites. While this varies from country to country, we have reason to also believe that the military personnel engaged in this manner are being told there is a hostile group at these sites, but they are being told to 'stand by' for more information. The following solutions have been considered for a resolution to the incident, and further proposals are to be sent to O5 General Secretary and cc'ing Site-26 Director Nate Ferris. Proposal Number Description Approved / Rejected Notes 1 Shoot down SCP-5392 to prevent further escalation. Rejected The pilot has created a system to quickly move to another location in case of another attack. Furthermore, any attempt to shoot down the craft may be intercepted by another party. 2 Direct the pilot of SCP-5392 to an exoplanet to live in exile. Rejected There are insufficient supplies onboard to survive the journey to the nearest viable exoplanet, even at its top speed. 3 Send a supply mission to SCP-5392 to buy more time Rejected The supply mission will likely be shot down. Furthermore, SCP-5392 doesn't have any reliable docking system. It has an access hatch which can be opened but there's no airlocking system to keep the cabin pressurized. 4 Direct the pilot of SCP-5392 to land near a Foundation Site for quick retrieval Rejected The increased military presence is especially concentrated near Foundation sites that could facilitate retrieval. Furthermore, the nuclear launch early warning systems that detected SCP-5392 in orbit may be able to track and detect the location on the ground. 6 Send a lethal cognitohazard to kill the pilot of SCP-5392, followed by shooting it down. Rejected While this is a better idea than just shooting down the ship, shooting the ship may result in the wreckage crashing down to Earth, and the country it lands in may be able to reverse engineer the craft. We want to keep this technology contained. 7 Using SCP-738 to teleport SCP-5392 into Foundation custody, effectively undetectable by any radar or conventional systems Rejected Using any anomaly to try and contain SCP-5392 can backfire easily. Furthermore, with SCP-738, the price asked for would be much too high and we don't have the time to negotiate an agreement that suits our needs. 8 Reach out to our allies in other groups of interest for assistance Rejected The GOC has stepped away from the issue. As for other anomalous groups we have diplomatic relations with, we cannot guarantee that they would not abuse SCP-5392 for their own purposes, or that they could secure it from other powers. All sites are to maintain lockdown until given further instructions. -Office of the O5 Council Addendum 5392-20: <Begin Audio Transcript - Sixth communication with 'Tachyon Express' - 07:29 PM MST 6/1/2024> Interviewed: Albert Maple, henceforth referred to as 'POI-5392-1'. Interviewer: Santiago McCawley, Site-26 Communications Analyst. Foreword: POI-5392-1 initiated contact. POI-5392-1: Houston come in? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: This is Houston, I read you. POI-5392-1: Any chance there's a plan by now? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: We're still working on it. POI-5392-1: I figured. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: We can't lose hope Albert, we have to- POI-5392-1: Don't talk to me about hope right now Houston. Hope is something one person may have, but a group or groups of people don't. Right now, I'm guessing diplomacy isn't doing so hot, right? After the missile, I imagine diplomacy took a back seat. All the countries and scared little people are trying to grab whatever they can to make sure no one else can use me and my ship against them. It's not even about using FTL anymore… it's about denying it to other people. There's no way that if I land on Earth again, the nation that finds me is gonna want to use my knowledge to satisfy their wonder. They'll just make sure I don't get to make it for anyone else. <POI-5392-1 makes a finger gun and makes a motion to 'shoot' their own head.> Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: It's not as bad as you think Albert. I know it seems like that, and I can only imagine how scary- POI-5392-1: I'm not scared Houston. I was done being scared when we were shooting the shit about Muslims on Mars. I'm tired. I just want this to be done. I <points to self> just want to be done. No worrying about whether or not I'm going to be forced to make weapons for a military, or worrying about my pre-flight checks every single hour, or worrying about how much I'm hurting the world rather than helping it, or what my ship will become when it eventually comes back down to Earth. The reason I have no hope Houston, is because there's nothing I can actually do about my situation. I'm stuck in a box with no air holes and it's only a matter of time before I suffocate. So much for trying to matter right? <POI-5392-1 weakly chuckles.> Hope is something I have to give myself, but I am dependent on a Hail Mary that somehow, the nations of the world are going to share and play nice. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Albert, do you have anything you want to say to all the world? POI-5392-1: <Raising an eyebrow> I'm sorry? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: The nations of the world, the governments that are scared about what happens, do you want to address them at all? Not only would this give you something to do, this could also re-ignite diplomacy between the nations. You're the creator of this new technology. Imagine the first caveman who found a way to make fire, and now he has to tell all the other cavemen that it's okay and to come closer. That's you, you're the caveman with the fire. POI-5392-1: Again, you're being a bit reductive. You really think they'll listen to me? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Who else would they listen to? Damn it Albert, you're the one being reductive here. You built the Maple drive, you're the first person to go into space all on your own without any other backing, you're the first person to dodge enemy fire in a spaceship. Now channel your inner Captain Picard and bring back the wonder, damn it! <Silence for a few seconds.> POI-5392-1: Two things, first, Maple drive? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: That's what we're calling it in-house yes. POI-5392-1: Awesome. The other thing, I know you're trying to appeal to my liking Star Trek here, but it's working. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Yes! Sorry, I don't know much about Star Trek so I'm going off what my colleague was telling me. POI-5392-1: Well tell them to live long and prosper for me. One small problem: I don't know how to speak to people. Like, rallying hope into a crew? I'm great at figuring out problems or explaining problems to people like as a mechanic, I'm pretty good at explaining what's up with people's cars. I'm Geordi LaForge, not Jean-Luc Picard. Will you help me figure out the speech part? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: I'd be happy to. Can you give me five minutes? I've got to fill in my higher-ups. POI-5392-1: Yeah yeah, do what you got to do, I'm gonna jot down some talking points that matter I think. We'll workshop this together when you get done. <END LOG> Addendum 5392-21: Proposal: Allow for SCP-5392's pilot to speak directly with leaders of world governments in an attempt to deescalate tensions. COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-01 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-09 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED at 8:00PM MST Addendum 5392-22: Note: The memo below was sent to world governments who had attempted to intimidate the Foundation through force. Following the memo's delivery, most addressed nations, while they did not withdraw their forces, they did not continue to add to the forces stationed at various sites. To whomever it may concern. If you have received this memo, you either are, or work with the leader(s) of your respective governments, and have taken some action against the SCP Foundation in an attempt to coerce us to hand over a spaceship currently orbiting Earth. The creator of the spaceship wishes to speak with you. If you wish to receive his transmission, you will cease hostile activity. Sincerely, Catherine Long Head of Public Outreach S.C.P. Foundation Addendum 5392-23: <Begin Audio Transcript - Broadcasted transmission to YouTube Livestream - 08:15 PM MST 6/1/2024> Speaker: Albert Maple, henceforth referred to as POI-5392-1. Foreword: Once Communications Analyst McCawley and POI-5392-1 had finished drafting his speech, POI-5392-1 kept the livestream unlisted, but the link was shared with governments who agreed to halt further aggression against the Foundation. <POI-5392-1 is seen in his jumpsuit and has cleaned off the blood sustained from injuries. He is wearing his headset and at the beginning, Comm. Analyst McCawley is giving him the greenlight when all the intended countries have joined the stream.> POI-5392-1: Okay, is that everyone? Alright, I'll take it from here. Hi everyone! My name is Albert. I am the inventor, pilot, engineer, and… you know what? I'm the captain! I'm Captain Maple of the starship Tachyon Express. It's my understanding that there's a lot of people hurting on Earth because of what I've done and that I've opened Pandora's box here. I get it. This technology is scary and I can't blame people for being scared if they think everyone they love could die. I just want to say… I didn't build this to be a weapon. I built this because I wanted humanity to explore and see what was out there in the solar system and beyond. The 'Maple Drive' as I understand it's being called, is a means of getting to there <points a thumb off-screen, presumably towards space> from here. <points down, presumably towards Earth.> Well, we can do that! But, we can only do it if we stop fighting now and come back to the table. Right now, all this fear and defensive measures is just going to escalate and escalate until fear gets the better of someone. From there, that's the point of no return. We're not past the point of no return yet. We're still here, and no one has fired a shot. I mean, except for those people that fired a missile, but from what I understand, they weren't a country and no one likes them anyway. So why should they matter? Right now, no one has any advantage here. This is the perfect time to get back to the table and hammer out an agreement. Otherwise, if people start shooting or hurting folks, it will be exponentially harder to come back from that. I'm all for regulating this technology, mainly because it's the only way I'll be able to come home. I really don't want to die. Up here, my options are limited to death by carbon dioxide poisoning, oxygen deprivation, starving, thirst, or the cabin gets breached and I'll get caught in the vacuum of space. Technically, that's also oxygen deprivation but I'm nitpicking. I can come back down to Earth whenever I like, but if this isn't regulated before then, I'm stuck up here, and the ship is stuck with me, this can't come back down to Earth. Unless… well, <POI-5392-1 has a look of realization before continuing> um.. I get shot down again. Here's something I want you all to see while I'm up here. <POI-5392-1 unbuckles his seat belt and grabs the camera before turning it towards the cockpit window of SCP-5392. Shown is the view of the United States Pacific coast.> You can see my home from up here. It's really small, but it's my home. Up here, everything looks really small, even the planet itself. But out there? <shifts camera towards outer space> is stars and planets and other bodies just waiting to be discovered. Resources for our people, probably aliens we can interact with and some amazing phenomena we can only know of if we actually go there. When you think about it really, <POI-5392-1 shifts camera back to Earth> if we allow ourselves to succumb to all this mistrust and fear, we'll be stuck on this small ball of dirt and water we call home and deny ourselves all the wonder that goes with that. Please, for everyone's sake, come back to the table. You have nothing to lose by talking. Okay, that's my two cents. End transmission. <END LOG> Addendum 5392-23: DATE: 01/6/2024 FROM: Foundation Dept of Public Outreach <noitadnuof.pcs|OPD#noitadnuof.pcs|OPD> TO: O5 General Secretary <noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o#noitadnuof.pcs|cesneg5o>; Site Director Nate Ferris <noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn#noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn>; SUBJECT: Update Hello All, After the stream, I pulled China, the USA, and Russia into a secure video call. It seems they all want to agree with Albert but can't take the chance to be the first to stand down. The Americans believe that their leverage with my daughter and freezing and intimidating our assets in the US hasn't paid off yet, and the Russians are sore that the GOC/UN found out about our trip to Russia, causing a lack of trust. China, seeing their peers not willing to reconcile, is also not standing down. I don't believe it worked. Sincerely, Catherine Long Head of Public Outreach S.C.P. Foundation Addendum 5392-24: <Begin Audio Transcript - Seventh communication with 'Tachyon Express' - 09:50 PM MST 6/1/2024> Interviewed: Albert Maple, henceforth referred to as 'POI-5392-1'. Interviewer: Santiago McCawley, Site-26 Communications Analyst Note: Livestream was not enabled. POI-5392-1: Houston come in. This is Tachyon Express. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Houston here, go ahead. POI-5392-1: Just looking for an update since the broadcast. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: <pauses> Um, we're waiting to hear back. POI-5392-1: Houston, it's been ninety minutes. You mean to tell me that no one has gotten back to you about what is probably the most important event in the world? Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Albert, I'm not kidding. No one wants to be the first to ease up, but no one wants to jump the shark either. Everyone is waiting on someone else for take initiative. POI-5392-1: So much for being Picard. Well, I tried. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: We're still working on our end, Albert. I know it's a lot to ask, but please, bear with us while we try to speed this up. POI-5392-1: Well, here's what I think, and I've had a lot of time to think in between our talks. See, this whole time, I've been trying to work around me surviving the whole thing, but once I treat my life here as non-important, the math checks out. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Albert, we are not at that point yet. You've got to- POI-5392-1: Let me finish! No one can shoot me down without the chance of the ship coming back to Earth and risking me coming back down. Waiting for me to die and for the ship to fall into a decaying orbit is a waiting game no one wants to drag out. Least of all me, because.. well, dying slowly. That leaves me getting the ship out of orbit and crashing it somewhere, and doing so in a way that makes it irrecoverable. The sun is eight light-minutes away, so if I crank the speed up to it's theoretical max, it would be there in 6 minutes. I'd probably die sooner because I'd be hitting all that energy super fast. Let's say I'd die in five minutes. The ship would probably be destroyed around the same time. No one gets the drive, no one gets me, no one has a reason to fight, there's a better chance of everything de-escalating. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Albert, just because we haven't come up with a solution yet doesn't mean there's isn't one. POI-5392-1: It doesn't mean there is one either. I don't want to wait on that Schrodinger's cat anymore than you guys do. This is the only solution that works. I appreciate all that you've tried. For what it's worth, I don't blame you. I'm glad we talked. Besides, way I see it, this is my fault for not thinking through everything when I was building this. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Is that what you think this is? Penance? POI-5392-1: No, arrogance. This whole project started because I was too scared to admit I was just one old guy who builds shit. I thought I was God's gift to humanity, a fix to all the world's problems and miseries, but nope. This whole situation since you told me what could happen when we first spoke has been a massive reality check. This isn't a suicide Houston, it's not even a heroic sacrifice either. I'm just cleaning up my shit. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Express, you're being reductive again. You think that because you're just one person, that means your life isn't worth much. Since you like math so much, your life is worth just as much as mine. As much as my boss- POI-5392-1: As much as everyone this technology could kill? An amount measured in billions? <silence for several seconds> Figured as much. Math's a bitch when it's not your bitch, isn't it? This is the only thing I can do to prevent this, so I'm doing it. Communications Analyst Santiago McCawley: Albert please. POI-5392-1: Thanks for trying. Express Out. <END LOG> Addendum 5392-25: <Begin Audio Transcript - Final Broadcast from 'Tachyon Express' - 10:02 PM MST 6/1/2024> Livestream starts with POI-5392-1 drinking from a flask.9 Loud rock music is blaring in the background. He closes his flask before speaking. POI-5392-1: Hi all, to everyone who might be watching this. Just wanted to say, shit happens. <POI-5392-1 looks out the cockpit window> POI-5392-1: Fuck your vastness, I existed. <POI-5392-1 takes another sip from his flask and leaves it suspended in the zero-gravity environment of the cabin, before going back to operating the navigational controls. He is crying and simultaneously singing along with the rock music in the background. POI-5392-1 finishes his work and goes back to the pilot seat, presumably performing his pre-flight checks. He takes a single deep breath.> POI-5392-1: Engage. <POI-5392-1 reaches for the controls and the livestream ends> DATE: 02/6/2024 FROM: Jr. Researcher Mason Hedge <noitadnuof.pcs|egdehm#noitadnuof.pcs|egdehm> TO: Site Director Nate Ferris <noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn#noitadnuof.pcs|sirrefn> CC: Foundation Dept of Public Outreach <noitadnuof.pcs|OPD#noitadnuof.pcs|OPD> SUBJECT: updated 5392 documentation Hi Director, The updated 5392 documentation has been completed. I normally would have sent this to McCawley for review as he's above me, but the site doctor put him on leave after everything that happened. Thanks again for providing your side of the email chains. Regards, Mason Hedge Jr. Researcher | Site 26 Item #: SCP-5392 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers are to trace mentions of the events around SCP-5392 and notify Site-26 communications to confirm the event, followed by engaging MTF-Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") for response. Description: SCP-5392 was a faster-than-light spacecraft created by Albert Maple (designated POI-5392-1) that was first discovered on 05/31/2024 but was destroyed by its own creator on 06/01/2024 after 36 hours of total orbital flight. SCP-5392 was capable of speeds of 1.25 times the speed of light but the creator has boasted a theoretical maximum speed of 1.5 times the speed of light. The nature of how this propulsion was achieved is unknown. Incident-5392-A: When SCP-5392 first launched, initial suppression attempts were successful at keeping the incident from the public. However, it quickly gathered the attention of multiple governments, space agencies, and private aero-space companies. The incident escalated several times, nearly resulting in armed conflict with the Foundation and several major world governments. To prevent further escalation and potential abuse of their technology, POI-5392-1 flew SCP-5392 into the Earth's sun. See addendums 1-25 for a detailed recording of events. Footnotes 1. Default classification for anomalies until proper assignment is given. 2. Foundation site dedicated to the monitoring of anomalies and protection of Foundation assets in outer space. 3. a.k.a. "Damn Feds" this MTF is responsible for infiltration of state, provincial, federal and international law enforcement agencies for the purpose of handling first-contact with anomalies that are apprehended with law enforcement. 4. a.k.a. 'Red Herrings' this MTF is responsible for large scale amnestic and misinformation campaigns 5. a.k.a. MTF Epsilon-5, this MTF is skilled with containment of anomalies in rural and suburban areas. 6. Treaty of Anomalous Organizations of 2015, the 'dibs' clause states that if an organization responds to an anomaly first, the other organization may observe but cannot interfere in containment efforts. 7. a.k.a. "Hammer Down", this MTF is responsible for large-scale military operations and, as it pertains to this case, large-scale artillery. 8. a.k.a. "Winter Wonderland", this MTF specializes in handling and containing anomalies in subzero or cold environments, or anomalies related to snow. 9. The flask is modified with a straw and stopper system to compensate for the zero-gravity environment. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5392" by Tao McCawley, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5392. 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-5393 | euclid | Close-up of a dormant SCP-5393-A whale specimen. Item #: SCP-5393 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its location and size, there is no method to contain SCP-5393 in its current form. The area around SCP-5393 and surrounding areas have been turned into Provisional Site 34. The information campaign 5393.34 “High Radiation Levels” has been initiated and expeditions into the Mariana Trench around Provisional Site 34 from unauthorised personnel have been prohibited. There is to be constant surveillance on the entities in SCP-5393 in the case of abnormal behavior. Experiments regarding SCP-5393-A have been denied following statements from the Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions Aquatics Team. Description: SCP-5393 is the designation given to an area approximately 4000m below sea level, located near the Mariana Trench. Sightings have reported large structures made of osseous matter in SCP-5393, as well as the several animate endoskeletons of various fish, sharks, whales and humans. Following notes written by Elizabeth Crane1, SCP-5393 entities seem to be controlled by an infectious microalgae, designated SCP-5393-A. This microalgae has the ability to travel and secure itself onto organic matter. After first contact has been made, SCP-5393-A will decay the cartilage and muscle around the body, eventually reaching the desired endoskeleton. It will then reanimate it, and transport it to SCP-5383. Addendum 53.35 The following email correspondences are between Senior Researcher Dr. Michael Lynx and Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions Employee Elizabeth Crane. Access Granted. One (1) new message! Re: Inquiry on the behavior of Davy Bones To: Elizabeth Crane, Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions Aquatics Team From: Dr. Michael Lynx, Senior Researcher Subject: Inquiry on the behavior of Davy Bones Dear Elizabeth, I’m emailing to ask about the behaviour and wellbeing of the specimen in your care, ‘Davy Bones’. I believe you were given the documents on the anomaly. I would like to ask a little bit more from you, to further our research and understanding of the situation. Do you have any more information on the origins or workings of the microalgae that you might have missed? Thank you. To: Dr. Michael Lynx, Senior Researcher From: Elizabeth Crane, Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions Aquatics Team Subject: Re: Inquiry on the behavior of Davy Bones Hey Lynx! :) Thanks for showing interest in Davy!! He’s dead and well at our center. Behaviour-wise, he’s as energetic as ever and loves pets (we have been careful, as we realise the awareness needed around the algae) but if you’re wondering about the origins of Davy Bones, I have been looking into it. Despite Davy’s skeleton being millions of years old, analysis on the microalgae has shown it to be active only in recent times, around 1989-present . I believe it’s completely natural. The algae must have been dormant for a while, probably frozen. Davy Bones’ siblings also seem to be fairly old. My best guess is that the microalgae and it’s hosts were originally from shallow waters, but had frozen over and sunk below during an unprecedented time. Hope this helps! Ask me if you need anything else. - Bessy :) To: Elizabeth Crane, Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions Aquatics Team From: Dr. Michael Lynx, Senior Researcher Subject: Re: Inquiry on the behavior of Davy Bones Dear Elizabeth, Thank you for your hypothesis. I ask this because we have been recording the site, and have noticed some things that are…concerning. Mostly an influx in the amount of endoskeletons being linked with submarine disappearances. It’s out of the blue, I know, but I believe the behaviour you saw meeting Davy is just a taste of something much more sinister. Has Davy become more isolated, or aggressive? I have a thought at the back of my mind. Thank you. To: Dr. Michael Lynx, Senior Researcher From: Elizabeth Crane, Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions Aquatics Team Subject: Re: Inquiry on the behavior of Davy Bones That’s strange. More skeletons? I’m not sure what to think. On your point, Davy Bones hasn’t changed in terms of behavior, but he does enjoy ‘staring’ at the employees! It’s almost like we’re studying each other haha. Maybe we should focus primarily on the big bone buildings, didn’t the pictures sortof make them look like castles? As well as the animals chosen…eels, sharks, whales, humans… It’s interesting. I don’t know what to make of it, but I’d like to know what your thoughts are. Let me know! I’d love to hear more about the ‘bone kingdom’ (That’s the name I’m giving it!) - Bessy :) To: Elizabeth Crane, Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions Aquatics Team From: Dr. Michael Lynx, Senior Researcher Subject: Re: Inquiry on the behavior of Davy Bones Dear Elizabeth, It is indeed strange. I reason the whales are due to whalefalls, but the rest I am uncertain of. We have been keeping constant surveillance on the…kingdom, and I expect you to do the same with your specimen. Best of luck. Addendum 53.36 A note inside a glass bottle was recovered at Provisional Site 34. Open Close EYES EVERYWHERE. IN OCEAN. IN LAKE. IN ICE. IN WILDLIFE CENTER. IN PLANKTON. WE SEND IN THE CAVALRY TO FIND MORE RECRUITS AND OUR SOLDIERS WILL MARCH FROM THE DEPTHS BE PREPARED. VICTORY WILL BE OURS Addendum 53.37 Access Granted. One (1) new message! Close To: Elizabeth Crane, Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions Aquatics Team From: Dr. Michael Lynx, Senior Researcher Subject: Urgent: Bone Kingdom We have received an alarming notice. It seems related to the anomaly. Did you receive anything? How's Davy? To: Dr. Michael Lynx, Senior Researcher From: Elizabeth Crane, Wilson’s Wildlife Solutions Aquatics Team Subject: Re:Urgent: Bone Kingdom Not really, no. Davy's been his usual self, except he's been doing his funny little 'staring' quirk a lot more now! I can see why this is concerning, taking the note's subtext into account. For now, we may consider covering up Davy's enclosure. But, our best interest is our critters safety and well being in our sanctuary, remember, 'where all critters are welcome'! I wonder what it means by 'cavalry'? There's no horses, only sharks, whales, a couple fish. It's confusing. We don't even know who wrote it. Either way, I wish you the best luck! Let me know more about the situation as you go along. - Bessy :) Footnotes 1. Wilson's Wildlife Solutions Employee on the Aquatics Team. She is the primary caretaker of a SCP-5393 specimen, Davy Bones. |
SCP-5394 | euclid | close Info X Content note: This article contains reference to gaslighting, depression and (briefly) alcohol. If you notice anything tag-worthy that's not in here, please mention it in a comment. SCP-5394-1 at time of discovery Item #: SCP-5394 Special Containment Procedures: Locating SCP-5394 victims is logistically difficult due to their isolated nature. Social media and other web accounts that have apparently gone unused for extended periods of time are to have their IP addresses traced. Local Foundation investigators must then follow up using appropriate cover stories, and question the potential victim regarding SCP-5394. Victims will be offered a course of psychological counselling prior to amnestic treatment. Any SCP-5394 instances obtained must be kept in Faraday cages at Site 135. Description: SCP-5394 refers to 2031 smartphones collected from around the world, categorised as SCP-5394-1 to -203. No patterns have been identified regarding brand, location, or year of production. Instances are physically identical to their non-anomalous counterparts. SCP-5394 instances are most commonly found in the possession of people who: live alone have a small social group;2 engage in much of their human interaction online; suffer from depression or anxiety (particularly social); are isolated; consider themselves lonely; are generally distant from society in some fashion. SCP-5394's effects manifest around two months after the victim inserts their SIM card, and occur in several stages; firstly, a small number of text messages sent from or to SCP-5394 will not be received, despite having been confirmed as sent. These are typically attempts to initiate conversation between the victim and contacts already programmed into the device. This effect soon spreads to the victim's online accounts, including social media, emails, fora and/or any other communal sites they frequent. Gradually, more and more messages go unreceived. After several months, the victim will be completely unable to communicate with anyone outside of face-to-face contact. Attempts to contact official organisations, such as their place of work, general practitioner, etc., will be unaffected. Beyond that, they cannot receive any messages, nor will any messages they send be received. Rarely do SCP-5394 victims suspect any anomalous influence. Addendum 3: Example of interaction influenced by SCP-5394 The below texts were recovered from SCP-5394-1, belonging to Harry Ramsdan. Messages are collated from his communications with Junior Researcher Claire Halloway at Site 135. Texts blocked by SCP-5394 are marked in italics, and have been determined through cross-referencing the two phones. Spelling and grammar has been left unaltered. Unaffected communication prior to SCP-5394's anomalous effects manifesting, for comparison (02/07/19) Click to close Claire hey! have u still got that book i lent u? the becky chambers one No sorry. I thought I gave it back to you? shit maybe u did sorry, works been hell lately, been awful frazzled Do you wanna talk about it? I know you're not allowed to go into detail. just thought you might wanna have a moan nah it's fine lol. just farnsworth being a prick again, he's not even in my department, needs to mind his own damn business it always seems to be me whining here, u know if u need to i'm here for u too :) Thanks but I'm fine well if ur ever not I know. appreciate that tell you what you can do. If you could lend us the next book that'd be nice Sample communication 1 (18/07/19) Click to close Claire Sorry can't make it tonight. Got called in for a shift so late night for me Really sorry for the short notice no worries! u need a better job, seriously, call centres are the worst and thats coming from me lol quiz nights still every friday, so we might be going then, lmk if your interested soooo do you fancy it or not you know what its fine, theres always next week Sample communication 2 (25/09/19) Click to close Claire hey, so i know its kinda late but ive had a glass of two of prosecco and its awful boring here so who do i wanna talk to bur me best mate haha ok so i may also be missing Martha a bit but its fine lol Harry please i need to talk and like fuck am o drunk texting her again you promised Hi. I don't mean to be a bother, but I… do need to talk about something. You busy? are you fucking serious ? fucking dickhead I'm sorry I'm really sorry I really don't get what I did wrong though? just… not noow going to bed Seriously Claire I'm sorry. Do you need to talk? Sorry. I'll let you go Sample communication 3 (22/11/19) Click to close Claire hey! its been a while, just wanted to see if u were ok i mean its fine, i get youre busy, be nice to hear from u once ina while though lol Hi, sorry to bother you, know it's been a while, just wanted to see how you were doing. Still doing those quiz nights? ugh i wish you wouldnt do this you know i worry about you mate Shit i'm so sorry I didn't mean to bother you sometimes i go so long without seeing you i worry you'll forget how goodlooking i am haha jk I won't bother you any more promise but seriously, please get in touch when u see this, i miss you :p Footnotes 1. At time of writing. 2. Multiple instances of SCP-5394 have never been discovered amongst the same social circle. |
SCP-5395 | safe | close Info X SCP-5395 — Thought Bubbles Author: AlanDaris ~~ More Alan Stuff ~~ Item #: SCP-5395 Artistic depiction of SCP-5395-C created following test #3. Special Containment Procedures: The server room containing SCP-5395 has been repurposed as a containment chamber. Access is only to be allowed for project staff. Tests with SCP-5395 are to be pre-approved by the current research curator. Update: By the direct order of O5-2, testing with SCP-5395 is prohibited. Description: SCP-5395 is a spatial rift localized within the server room of the RAISA Central Department in Milford, Connecticut. Individuals approaching within one meter of SCP-5395 begin to experience vivid visual hallucinations with no apparent pattern or meaning until they are removed from the object's vicinity. When a person touches SCP-5395, their life signs cease. After several hours, the biological processes in the subject's body are spontaneously restored, and the subject regains consciousness. Affected individuals report that following contact with SCP-5395, they are transported to a location designated SCP-5395-A, where they remain until regaining consciousness. Subjects describe SCP-5395-A as a deserted location of enormous size with white terrain; the sky is reportedly covered with brightly colored cloud-like clusters composed of a variety of objects.1 SCP-5395-A also contains a large number of multicolored spherical objects of variable diameter2 made of an unknown material (SCP-5395-B). These spheres levitate at a height of several meters and are interconnected via a system of narrow, elastic tubes visually reminiscent of human neuron connections. These tubes have been observed to undergo short periods of rapid, rhythmic constriction, transferring an unidentified substance between instances of SCP-5395-B. SCP-5395-A also houses a large3 creature (hereby SCP-5395-C) with an indeterminate number of limbs. SCP-5395-C moves in a manner similar to quadrupedal animals and is capable considerable speed. The entity is hostile towards human subjects (see Testing Log). No further information regarding SCP-5395-C has been documented thus far due to its aggressive behavior. SCP-5395 manifested on 2020/02/23 following a failure of defensive memetic constructs implanted in the Foundation intranet, resulting in the partial leakage of several infohazardous anomalies into the RAISA server system. Addendum: Testing Log Test #1 Subject(s): D-1325 Time in SCP-5395-A: Two hours Summary: Shortly after appearing, D-1325 began inspecting SCP-5395-B as instructed. The subject pulled one of SCP-5395-B down by the tubes and saw different colors, objects, and shapes moving within its solid surface. After touching the sphere, D-1325 started to visualize images of unknown persons and events with no apparent context. The inspection of other SCP-5395-B gave similar results. Shortly before his return, the subject noticed SCP-5395-C roaming at a large distance and occasionally striking the spherical objects. The entity did not notice the subject and roamed away soon after the encounter. Notably, D-1325 used the adjective "grim" several times while describing SCP-5395-C in the initial interview. After the test, it was established that the subject became well-versed in trends of surrealism in pictorial art and could remember many theses of French philosopher Édouard Le Roy despite not being familiar with his works in the past. Test #3 Subject(s): D-1325, D-4942 Time in SCP-5395-A: Three hours Summary: Upon emerging, subjects began exploration. D-4942 observed multiple objects and items falling down from the clusters in the sky. The objects were then absorbed by SCP-5395-B before hitting the ground. On several occasions, SCP-5395-B ejected items or shapes that then rose to the sky instead. While exploring the area, the subjects could hear musical compositions of different genres and composers, which were played several at a time with varying volumes. It was later established that the music was coming from one of the clusters that consisted of musical instruments, tape-players, gramophones and vinyl records. The individuals then came across SCP-5395-C. D-4942 hid under the spherical objects and was able to stay undetected. The subject reported being overwhelmed by feelings of dread, fear of death, and hopelessness when the entity was passing nearby. SCP-5395-C noticed D-1325 shortly after and began moving towards the subject. D-1325 attempted to escape by jumping on one of the SCP-5395-B but failed as the sphere fell down and shattered. D-4942 reported that a clot composed of various items, folders with texts, images, and lights emerged from the sphere as D-1325 fell to the ground unconscious. The entity lost interest in the subject and wandered away shortly after. After the subjects returned, D-1325 did not regain consciousness and entered a comatose state. Several employees stationed at the RAISA department demonstrated awareness of facts and persons related to D-1325's life despite not having contacted with the subject or having read the related documentation previously. D-1325 resides in the Site's medical department under supervision. Test #6 Subject(s): D-4942, D-4830, D-3739 Time in SCP-5395-A: One hour Summary: Following a brief exploration, the subjects arrived at a slope that contained an unusually large number of SCP-5395-B. Reportedly, the spheres in this area were arranged in a circle split by three lines leading to its center. The subjects began inspecting SCP-5395-B; D-4830 noted that SCP-5395-C could be seen nearby. D-4942 panicked and urged the subjects to leave the area. D-3739 protested due to his desire to finish the mission, and a conflict ensued. As the entity started approaching the subjects, D-4830 became agitated as well, and an argument escalated to a physical confrontation. At this moment, the individuals hit several tubes holding SCP-5395-B, which resulted in them striking against each other and shattering upon impact. More than a hundred spheres were destroyed during the following chain reaction. Clots that emerged from SCP-5395-B upon their destruction formed a large cluster, which consisted of files, folders, laboratory equipment, weapons, boxes, chains, and cages of various sizes. The cluster then rose into the sky near the other ones. A minute later, a large number of items, mainly documents, started pouring down from the newly formed cluster. Surviving local SCP-5395-B subsequently absorbed all documentation; their elastic tubes began to constrict immediately after the fact. Following the subjects' return, an SCP-5395-related incident occurred. For additional detail, refer to the respective addendum. ► OPEN ADDENDUM: INCIDENT 5395.Ω (Clearance level 5 credentials required) ▼ CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Addendum: Incident 5395.Ω Milford during the aerial dispersion of amnestics. Following the subjects' return, fifteen Foundation employees stationed at the RAISA central department simultaneously collapsed and entered a comatose state. Over the next hour, it was reported that the same occurred to other Foundation employees, mainly research staff, operating in the region. In total, 55 personnel within 8 Foundation Sites stationed in Connecticut were affected by the phenomenon. It was also discovered that the information regarding the Foundation and majority of SCP objects spontaneously became known to the entire civilian population of Milford, calculated to be approximately fifty-five thousand persons. The spontaneity of the event along with the extraordinary nature of knowledge acquired by the general public led to mass hysteria within the town's territory. Many individuals and establishments became vocal about the incident on various media, transferring the information online. Additionally, the vast majority of affected persons obtained an understanding of the Foundation's protocols regarding secrecy, which rendered disinformation campaigns ineffective. The spread of data was temporarily disrupted by disabling internet connection and other means of communication within the town's territory. Milford was temporarily placed on lockdown with the assistance of loyal government forces. Airborne MTF Sigma-9 ("Valkyries") were mobilized in order to conduct a massive aerial dispersion of amnestics within Milford's borders. At the same time, all available web-crawlers and specially devised memetic agents were utilized to erase classified information from communication devices and the media. Several hours following the event, the success of the operation was confirmed. The potential partial Broken Masquerade Scenario was averted. In the light of the incident, all testing with SCP-5395 was indefinitely halted. You've got (1) new message! Re:SCP-5395's potential To: O5-11 From: O5-2 Subject: SCP-5395's potential Hello. I see you have already read through the file I sent you. As you can see, the evidence is pretty much unbreakable, our theory was right all along. The place humans were hoping to achieve since ancient Greece is right at our doorstep. I hope now you'll suspend your skepticism and will be able to see how much potential it grants us. With this, we'll no longer need outside methods to reach our goals, we'll just work directly. Answering to your possible first question: yes, SCP-5395 is dangerous, but only when you treat it incorrectly. The whole Milford situation happened simply because the assigned personnel treated this place like a regular portal to another dimension. Trust me, if we put our minds to it, we can not only avoid such situations, but also use 5395-A for pretty much all our problems in the future. Sure, there will be complications such as 5395-C to deal with (the human mind can take many terrible forms, as we all know), but it is worth it. I am in talks with the rest of the council in terms of allowing further research. Some are, as usual, stubborn due to the possible dangers. Still, I am trying to convince them that when life is giving you lemons, you don't just throw them away. If you could weight into the discussion sharing my view, it'd be very appreciated. Contact me as soon as you can to talk out the details. Meanwhile, I will go ahead and move the file into the eternal database under level 5 clearance. This rift is not something we can risk losing. Footnotes 1. Observed examples mostly include works from different fields of art such as installations, paintings, sculptures, and media products. Other objects like mechanisms, appliances, and plants were also seen on several occasions. 2. From one to five meters. 3. ~10 meters in length and 20 meters in height ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5395" by AlanDaris, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5395. 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: Death.jpg Author: Dr Warudo License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: Spray.jpg Name: N/A Author: N/A License: CC0 Source Link: pxhere Additional Notes: Image cropped from original. |
SCP-5396 | safe | Ecronak Enjoyed the skip? Give some of my other works a look here! Item#: 5396 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5396 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5396 is to be contained in a standard security room. All access to SCP-5396 requires the approval of the head researcher and the Site Director. Should personnel suffer from feelings of inadequacy or impostor syndrome, access to SCP-5396 may be requested. Description: SCP-5396 is an antique giltwood mirror, estimated to have been created around the year 1860. It is decorated with a simple pattern along its sides, with an additional ornamental carving placed above it. A groove consistent with bullet hole markings can be found on the top of the frame, with traces of gunpowder surrounding it (See Addendum 5396.01). When a subject suffering from feelings of inadequacy views SCP-5396, the reflection of the mirror changes from that of the subject to a similar image depicting the subject as “their best version”1, referred to henceforth as SCP-5396-A. This is usually accompanied by the spontaneous appearance of writing on the surface of SCP-5396 that describes the state of the subject’s depiction in SCP-5396-A, as well as how they achieved their success. Subsequent testing with the GPUI2 has revealed that the “best version” of a subject depicted in SCP-5396-A are equivalents of the subject retrieved from other parallel universes3. Test Log: Subject: D-3467, convicted three times for larceny. Grade school drop-out, was forced to commit crimes in order to feed his family. Prior to test, subject answered that his ambition was to become “a salesman”. Results: Subject’s SCP-5396-A showed D-3467 in an expensive suit at a car exhibition. Multiple individuals (later found to have been D-3467’s accomplices in his crimes) were presenting vehicles for interested customers. Inscription on the top-left corner reads “A great innovator in the field of automobiles. You worked three jobs when you were only seventeen. This is the best version of you that could have ever been. This is the best version of you that could still be.” Subject: Aldo de Marles, janitor at Site-19. Prior to test, subject was recorded to have discussed his personal life with co-workers, stating that he felt like “a lousy husband, can’t even provide for my three kids.” Results: Subject’s SCP-5396-A showed de Marles as an old man at a family gathering. Three young adults (later confirmed to be adult versions of the subject's children) are gathered around a table together with an elderly woman (later confirmed to be Lina de Marles, the subject's wife). A child aged 5 pulls at his leg, requesting him to eat with them. Inscription on the top-left corner reads “You were a father at sixteen. You worked day and night to provide for your family. What else could you have done better? Your best version is far into the future- you only need to wait for him." Subject: Doctor Ivan Petrenko, head researcher of SCP-9015. Was noted to have had difficulties performing his job due to multiple bouts of impostor syndrome related to his university thesis. Results: Subject’s SCP-5396-A showed Dr. Petrenko as is. Inscription on the top-left corner reads “You were an established natural philosopher4 at 22, and universally praised by your peers and superiors. This is the best version of you that could have ever been. You are him right at this moment. Take pride in that. I most certainly did not, and it was too late when I did.” Addendum 5396.01: Further investigation of the gunpowder and bullet hole found on SCP-5396 has traced the origin of SCP-5396 to a mirror maker called Montgomery Burrows, who lived in Williamsburg, Virginia from 1824 to 1860. He was known to have devoted his life to creating "true mirrors", but was unsuccessful in selling them. He committed suicide in 1860 through the use of his father's revolver, doing so in the middle of his workshop. Footnotes 1. This can typically mean success in the subject’s particular field of work or hobby. 2. Graham Parallel Universe Instrument 3. The number of parallel universes that SCP-5396 has access to has been estimated to be fourteen million, six hundred and five. 4. A defunct term for a scientist used prior to the 20th century |
SCP-5397 | euclid | Ecronak Enjoyed the skip? Give some of my other works a look here! Item#: 5397 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Image of a person following total liquification by SCP-5397 Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-5397-A and SCP-5397-B are to be secured at the place of their appearance, with appropriate measures being taken at the discretion of the head researcher in order to prohibit all unauthorized personnel from discovering or accessing it. Any personnel who are suspected of coming into physical contact with SCP-5397-B are to be immediately quarantined in secure and airtight rooms. Extra effort is to be expended with regards to tracing all persons that have come into contact with those quarantined, so as to prevent outbreaks of SCP-5397. Should instances of SCP-5397, SCP-5397-A, or SCP-5397-B be discovered outside of containment, Mobile Task Force Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") is to be immediately dispatched to secure the instances. Description: SCP-5397 is an engineered variant of the influenza A virus, capable of periodically liquefying its host into a fluid chemically similar to acrylic paint in a matter of six to eight hours after exposure. The time for total liquification is estimated to take thirty minutes to one hour after the onset of first symptoms, where the host describes the feeling of numbness and moistness on parts of their body. As the process of liquification transpires, the host of SCP-5397 is compelled to seek out any nearby vertical surfaces. Should no surfaces be found in the amount of time before total liquification, hosts have been recorded to lay on the ground below them. Any efforts to dissuade the host from performing any of the aforementioned actions will be met with resistance from the host. When total liquification is achieved, the resulting fluid (hereafter known as SCP-5397-A) will begin to change color, creating a mural (henceforth referred to as SCP-5397-B) according to a surrealist artistic design. These murals have been observed to include a representation of the host, with the mural’s depictions of the host becoming distorted in a way that usually depicts some form of grotesque torture (see included Addendum 5397.01). How SCP-5397 creates these designs is unknown, as no sign of intelligence in the virus has been detected. (See Operation Log) Shortly after their formation, SCP-5397-B instances have been observed to be “alive”. Persons touching the mural have noted that the paint seems to “breathe” when physical contact is made, even when respiration should be impossible. Any depictions of the host that include eyes will also seem to follow any observers, provided that the mural is still “alive” at the time of discovery. These observations have led credence to the hypothesis that SCP-5397 maintains its host’s consciousness in some shape or form. In SCP-5397-B instances 1 through 4, the murals seemed to “survive” for at least twenty-four hours after formation. Though it is derived from the influenza A virus, SCP-5397 is only contagious when contact is made with SCP-5397-B instances. The reasons why are unknown, though recent hypotheses have stated that it may have been the result of deliberate engineering on the part of the pathogen’s creators. Discovery Log: SCP-5397 was first discovered at the 2024 Sommes-Nous Devenus Magnifiques?1 at the Palais de Papes2, where an instance of SCP-5397-B (hereafter referred to as SCP-5397-B-1) was unveiled by a cell of anartists affiliated with the organization (henceforth termed as the Cruz cell). According to reports by Foundation informants who were embedded within the attending crowd, the mural’s creator, Arnold Cruz, encouraged those who were instrumental in organizing the event to touch the exhibition and “feel its properties” for themselves, stating that it is “justice personified”. Three people were recorded to have touched the mural, with all of them being well-respected figures in the organization. Shortly after, the first effects of liquification among the infected hosts began to manifest, with informants describing the sight as “horrifying, as if their skin was sloughing off of them and turning to paint, dripping off them with every step they took.” With this, the Foundation was notified of the potentially infectious anomaly, with MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") being dispatched from nearby Site-██. Upon arrival to the scene, the Mobile Task Force negotiated with Are We Cool Yet? authorities on a temporary lockdown of the site, which the head of the gathering agreed to. All liquefying subjects were secured in the main hall, with all those they had come into contact with being quarantined in separate rooms. During the time between the initial unveiling and the end of the lockdown twenty-four hours later, all 3 people had turned into instances of SCP-5397-B within the main hall (See Addendum 5397.01). Two additional Mobile Task Forces were assigned to crowd control and the search for the members of the cell who unveiled the mural. As of the time of writing, the search for the Cruz cell is still being conducted by Foundation personnel and private forces from Are We Cool Yet?. Three weeks after the initial discovery of SCP-5397, the Palais de Papes has been incorporated into Foundation control and designated Site-93. Addendum 5397.01: Shortly after the emergency quarantine was lifted at the Palais de Papes, Foundation operatives entered the main hall, where all three of those suspected to have touched SCP-5397-B-1 were isolated along with the original mural and various other exhibitions of anart. For clarity, all following murals will be referred to as SCP-5397-B-2 until SCP-5397-B-4. SCP-5397-B-1 SCP-5397-B-1 is a surrealist mural, which depicts a woman lying down while being tied to a slab. A dog sits on the woman’s torso, with a humanoid figure armed with a long blade sitting beside the woman. The host who was the origin for SCP-5397-B-1 was Dr. Varna Ghebli, a former microbiologist at the [DATA EXPUNGED] Institute in India. According to the information provided by Are We Cool Yet?, Ghebli was known to create various works of anart through the use and proliferation of engineered viruses, the first of which was let loose at a public park, turning 14 people into living sculptures, including a child prodigy known for her work with paintings. Due to her creations, she received widespread praise within the organization, becoming a celebrated figure by the time of her death. Subsequent investigation showed that she was also noted to be a cynophobe3. SCP-5397-B-2 SCP-5397-B-2 is another surrealist mural depicting a severely malnourished giraffe (Giraffa camelopardalis) burning as it walked across a desolate landscape. Observers noting that the giraffe continued “walking” until twenty-four hours after initial formation. The host who was the origin for SCP-5397-B-2 was Steven Barnes, a hunter from Arizona in the United States who was famous for the creation of various anomalous sculptures using the corpses of endangered animals. These included a giant panda (Ailuropoda melanoleuca), at least seven sea otters (Enhydra lutris), and most famously, a herd of eleven West African giraffes (Giraffa camelopardalis peralta). SCP-5397-B-3 is another surrealist mural, which depicts a man exploding into twelve pieces, with each piece spurting blood. Some of the pieces have the visual texture of rock and soil. The painting is suffused with a grey light. When it was found, the mural was still found to be “alive”, with the pieces of the human subject still found to be moving at a rate of 0.5 centimeters per hour. Those who were close to the mural during the time that it was “alive” noted that they could hear the wailing cries of a human male. The mural stopped moving seventy-two hours after its formation. The host who was the origin for SCP-5397-B-3 was Tanaka Ryu, a Japanese anartist known for his large-scale uncontrolled detonations of mountainsides using anomalous explosives in places where the lack of any animal life was noted. He subsequently became a well-known figure in anartist circles for his “unique” outlook on anomalous “nature restructuring”, with critics noting the lack of any ecological damage as a result of his art. SCP-5397-B-4 is the final surrealist painting within the main hall. It depicts the head of a human figure slowly being torn off vertically by a disembodied hand, with the figure’s expression being contorted in agony. All who were near the mural noted that they could hear the sound of bones snapping and cracking, with the eyes of the head slowly moving in the direction of whoever was observing it. It took one hundred and forty-four hours for the mural to “die”, with the upper half of the figure’s head being completely torn off in its final version. Later observers noted that its eyes were still open, though it had ceased moving. The host who was the origin for SCP-5397-B-4 was Sierra Alva, a figure noted for her creation of “humane” anart using traditional materials such as stone and wood, using her hands to shape her creations. No crimes were found to have been committed by Alva after subsequent investigations. Researcher’s Note: All of these murals were formed just minutes apart from one another, yet why does each work seem crueler and crueler? The creator, Cruz, claimed that it is “justice personified”. We saw that with 5397-B-1, with her fear of dogs. But what is the pattern with 5397-B-4? The time it took for it to die was nearly a week, and one could argue that it received the cruelest torture of all. She didn't even do anything bad, at least compared to the others. Is the virus getting… vindictive? -X. Fern, head researcher Operation Log: Six days after the initial incident, MTF Beta-7 (“Maz Hatters”) was dispatched to a remote orphanage in the Alps northeast of Avignon, which was suspected by Foundation operatives to be the headquarters of the Cruz cell. MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") was sent to the same location for support. Upon the arrival of both task forces, the area was immediately found to be desolated. MTF Epsilon-6 was sent forward first to secure the perimeter around the orphanage building. After meeting no resistance or signs of life, MTF Beta-7 was sent into the orphanage, with Episilon-6 staying outside. Upon entering, the operatives noted the presence of a set of large instances of SCP-5397-B which was painted all over the walls and floors of the orphanage, continuing from room to room. The first room, which was determined to be a cafeteria, was home to a mural depicting twelve figures (hereafter known as SCP-5397-B-5), each being later determined to be children from the orphanage. Each of the figures were starved and emaciated, with bloating bellies that signaled severe malnutrition. They were centered around a mother figure, later determined to be Fanny Cruz, Arnold Cruz’s wife, who served as a leading figure in the anartist cell. All of the figures were moving by the time they were discovered, with the exception of the mother figure. It is currently unknown why. SCP-5397-B-6 The second room, which was a dormitory for the children within the orphanage, had multiple murals that were uncharacteristically devoid of color. The first seen upon entering is a large mural of a mouth whose teeth consist of buildings (hereafter known as SCP-5397-B-6). Closer inspection of the buildings shows sixteen small figures emerging from the windows. The mouth was moving at a rate of 40 centimeters per minute by the time of discovery, allowing it to make a “chewing” motion. Observers reported the smell of halitosis coming from the mural. Later analysis would show that the figures were children who had lived at the orphanage. Part of SCP-5397-B-7 Present along the walls of the dormitory were 19 figures, resembling sketches as opposed to murals (hereafter referred to as SCP-5397-B-7). These included a skeletal horseman, a hooded figure with a sword attached to its mouth, and a figure resembling traditional demonic depictions. These three figures surrounded a group of 16 small humanoid figures, all gathered close to each other and assuming fetal positions. Tests conducted on the “guardian” figures indicated that they were caretakers, while tests conducted on the humanoids within the group determined that they were children who had lived at the orphanage. SCP-5397-B-8 The third room was an office twenty square meters in size, containing various scientific implements necessary for the analysis and engineering of microorganisms. On one table, an audio recorder was found (See Addendum 5397.02), with a final mural on the wall behind it, depicting a dark room with a staircase on the left-hand side (hereafter referred to as SCP-5397-B-8). Testing showed that the mural was made from the body of Arnold Cruz. Several drops of SCP-5397-A containing the DNA of Dr. Varna Ghebli were also detected in the office, demonstrating that the room was where SCP-5397-B-1 was created. With the premises of the orphanage fully cleared, MTF Beta-7 moved out of the building. As of the time of writing, all members of the Cruz cell (barring one) have been declared dead, having been absorbed into the murals of the orphanage. After the operation, the area around the building was cleared to make way for Containment Area 87. As of the time of writing, the search for Henry Cruz is still in progress. Addendum 5397.02: The following audio file was discovered during the orphanage operation by Mobile Task Force Beta-7. The speaker is presumed to have been Arnold Cruz, the creator of SCP-5397. I don't even know why I'm recording this but… we did it- Fanny, Henry and me. We made everyone pay. Everyone who was responsible for the death of Anna… with a tiny bit extra. Ghebli was the first. She was the one who killed Anna. She was the one who turned her into that… thing, and exhibited her for the entire world to see. Barnes and Ryu backed her up, the hypocrites. I made sure that they all regretted it. When I made my virus, my magnum opus, I said that it would be JUSTICE for Anna. She was such a prodigious painter, even at seven. For them to take her away from me in such a horrifying manner… doesn’t fucking matter now. I made them PAY. SHE made them pay. ANNA. She came back. From the moment she created that first mural from Ghebli… I was furious. It wasn’t BRUTAL enough. It wasn’t a RIGHT punishment for the one who KILLED my fucking daughter. I told her to do it again. Again. AGAIN. She refused to change the painting. She always told me that an artist must never change her mind. But she needed the practice. She needed the practice. So I invited everyone in the orphanage to touch the mural before the exhibition. And when they did, she did her work. She created beautiful things. Amazing things. Things that would be practice for her. First, the children and the caretakers- Sister Annalies, Brother Henri, Father Ludwik. The ones who knew her best and took care of her before we adopted her. Then her mother. Fanny was the only one else who knew, and she wanted our daughter to make her beautiful, so she did. When I took the Ghebli painting to Sommes, I made sure that she had all the practice she needed. And she made it count. I saw what she DID to Ryu. To Barnes. Even to kind, sickeningly FUCKING kind Alva, eternally caught in the crossfire. Burning animals. Exploding people. Faces being torn off. They all deserved it. Dear God did they all deserve it. Dear FUCKING GOD THEY ALL DESERVED IT! So here I am, back in my office. My hands are beginning to melt. I want Anna to make me into something beautiful, like she did her mother. I want her to make me breathtaking, another one of her masterpieces. Son… Henry, take care of your sister, alright? The last of her is with you. I’ll meet you all soon. Then we can be beautiful masterpieces together, crafted by the hands of our family's greatest creator. + Update: 2026/5/13 - Displayed At the request of head researcher Fern, a routine check was made inside Containment Area 87 in order to discern the condition of the murals within the orphanage. All murals were in an acceptable condition, with the exception of SCP-5397-A-5, located in the cafeteria, and SCP-5397-A-8, located in the office. The mother figure of SCP-5397-A-5 was determined to be missing, while SCP-5397-A-8 now included three additional figures: a tall male resembling Arnold Cruz, a woman resembling Fanny Cruz, and one child, hypothesized to be Henry Cruz. The words "I'll paint more for us." are written below them. Shortly after, an outbreak of SCP-5397 was discovered in Paris, France, originating from a single mural of SCP-5397-A with the DNA of Henry Cruz. 68 other murals have currently been discovered in the city, with MTF Beta-7 having been dispatched to contain the growing outbreak. Footnotes 1. The most prestigious exhibition of anart made by Are We Cool Yet? members, held in Avignon, France since 1874. 2. The Pope’s Palace 3. A person who is afraid of dogs |
SCP-5399 | esoteric-class | THIS ARTICLE CONTAINS MULTIPLE PENDING REVISIONS Further edits are locked at this time Item #: SCP-5399 Special Containment Procedures: A single dormitory room in the D-Class residential wing of Site-19 has been refitted for low-security humanoid containment including a controlled access airlock. Containment shifts are for a duration of eight hours and are assigned in a round-robin format to all personnel residing in the wing. At the conclusion of a containment shift, outgoing personnel is not to leave the cell until their relief has crossed the threshold of the chamber. PROPOSED PROCEDURAL UPDATE: At no time is the containment chamber of SCP-5399 to be left unattended or unoccupied. All personnel assisting in the containment of SCP-5399 are barred from carrying headphones, earplugs, or any other device which may interfere with aural acuity. If any member of containment personnel is experiencing either chronic or acute hearing impairment, they are to be immediately exempted from containment rotation until the precipitating condition is cleared. Due to the nature of SCP-5399, shifts are now limited to a maximum duration of two hours for both containment personnel and security. Any personnel assigned to the containment of SCP-5399 who are unable to hear the buzzing of a singular fly are to report this to site command immediately. Additionally, any personnel that is not assigned to containment and report a persistent, insect-like buzzing for a period greater than thirty minutes should report this to site command immediately. Description: SCP-5399 is an antimemetic Musca domestica (common housefly) whose presence can only be inferred rather than directly observed. The typical methods of inference include a persistent but erratic buzzing common to houseflies, and occasional tactile sensations such as the presence of the insect on exposed skin. SCP-5399 must, at all times, be inferred. Otherwise the object will demanifest and reappear at another location which will allow it to be inferred. There are currently no known means of containing or limiting this effect. PROPOSED DESCRIPTIVE UPDATE: The evidence demands that SCP-5399 be reclassified to Euclid and amended to include its secondary effect. It is clear from the events recorded in Amendments 5399.1, 5399.2, and 5399.3 that there are additional psychological pressures and influence being exerted by the object which require a level of interaction beyond the threshold for the 'Safe' object class. -Dr. Natalie Ellingbrook Re: PROPOSED DESCRIPTIVE UPDATE Dr. Ellingbrook, the events of amendments 1, 2, and 3 are a tragic affirmation that we cannot let our guard down after establishing preliminary containment procedures and nothing more. Our analysts and containment specialists have assured me that our procedures are adequate to contain the object and your proposal represents a dramatic over-allotment of resources which, obviously, could be better spent elsewhere. Your proposed changes have been declined. -Lead Researcher Chalmers Re: Re: PROPOSED DESCRIPTIVE UPDATE Dr. Chalmers, this is an irresponsible aversion to the evidence. I must insist that this matter be brought before the Classification Committee as soon as possible and I have CC'd you with a copy of my submission to be put on their agenda. I believe strongly enough in this matter to risk political capital and assurances you've received are not enough to dissuade me. There is more going on here than you're willing to admit to and I will not have a repeat of what happened at Site-35. -Dr. Ellingbrook Re: Re: Re: update blah blah I guess we'll find out at the committee meeting. It's just a fly. One long-lived, hard to observe fly. But just a fly. -Chalmers Re: Re: Re: Re update blah blah You've never spent eight hours in a room with nothing but a fly's buzzing. -Ellingbrook Foreword: On 2019-10-10, Foundation Site-35 indicated it had entered a Code Delta1 emergency state. Emergency relief crews were dispatched and confirmed an uncontrolled fire had consumed the majority of the facility. As Site-35 was primarily a research site, the loss of property was generally confined to specialized equipment and paper records. Although the majority of on-site servers were destroyed in the fire, several drives in the security array were intact which provided relevant information about the destruction of Site-35. That footage has been appended to this document and transcribed below. Addendum 5399.1: Initial Containment Breach Close file and return to main() Footage begins from a camera pointed at the containment chamber of SCP-5399. Unidentified members of Research and Security stand next to the open containment chamber. They are speaking with a D-Class whose uniform identifies them as D-2123. Extraneous audio and video have been removed. Researcher: What do you mean it was gone? D-2123: Just that. It stopped. I came back from my bathroom break and it was just…well, there was no more buzzing. It's gone. Researcher: (to security personnel) How long was he in here after the break? Security: Almost 45 minutes. Researcher: (to D-2123) So you sat in that chamber twiddling your thumbs for nearly a full hour before you reported something was wrong? D-2123: Honestly, I thought it would just come back. Not to mention I was just freakin' glad I didn't have to hear the buzzing anymore. I was at my wit's end, dude. Constantly buzzing, flying, landing, in and out zooming, around my ears, on my arm, on my neck, everywhere! Researcher: Alright. I guess we can't leave this thing alone. Let's alert the site command and find it; this is officially a containment breach. With any luck, someone is getting annoyed by a fly right now and this will be simple. Take this fool back to his bunk first. [END RECORDING] Addendum 5399.2: Containment Breach #2 Close file and return to main() Footage begins from a camera in the hallway outside of SCP-5399's containment chamber. The camera repeats a pattern of panning left-to-right on a thirty-second interval. As it scans the hallway, scorch marks are visible on the wall as well as numerous bullet holes of varying calibers. Two bodies lie motionless at the left-most edge of the camera feed. The camera pans toward the door to SCP-5399 and several splotches of what appears to be blood are visible on the chamber exterior, the adjacent walls, and the floor. A light fixture is partially suspended from the ceiling and flickers intermittently. A slam is heard as a member of security closes the door to the containment cell. They remain slumped against the door for several seconds. Heavy breathing can be heard. Security: I did it…I finally did it…The buzzing has finally fucking stopped. The camera continues its monitoring cycle. After three additional passes, the heavy breathing stops abruptly and the security personnel stops moving. A loud insectoid buzzing is picked up by the camera. The source of the sound is not apparent but it appears to deviate wildly up and down the hallway. Security: Oh for the love of.. (Feed cuts off) [END RECORDING] Addendum 5399.3: Containment Breach #8 Close file and return to main() Footage begins from the corner of a darkened interior room. A researcher is visible center-screen however their identity is obscured by a welder's mask. Over the next thirty minutes, they weld several pieces of metal together including tanks, harnesses, and other more delicate apparatus. When their work has concluded, they hoist the finished product onto their back and strike the end with an igniter; the device appears to be a flamethrower. They take several steps closer to the camera and speak to it directly. Researcher: It's been 24 fucking hours. And I am going to get that goddamn fly if it's the last thing I do. There are way too many protocols to trip the site warhead, and I'll admit that's a bit extreme, but…(They fire a small burst of flame from the end of the device)…this is the next best thing. The unidentified researcher adjusts their harness then kicks the door open. They leave off-screen. Footage resumes from the interior of SCP-5399's containment chamber; the room appears empty although an insectoid buzzing can be heard. The sound of stressing metal is heard as thick, black smoke begins to pour in from under the door shortly before it is blown inward. A gout of flame begins to wash over the walls of the room from left-to-right, then up toward the ceiling, as the unidentified researcher incinerates the containment chamber. They point their apparatus at the corner containing the security camera and the camera is destroyed. Footage resumes in the hallways outside of the containment chamber for SCP-5399. The hallway is partially occluded by thick smoke and particulate. A klaxon is sounding as debris and smoke continue to enter from off-screen. Distant gunfire can be heard. The camera lingers on this setting for approximately thirty seconds before the unidentified researcher and their flamethrower pass through the frame from right-to-left. Researcher: You're fucking dead you stupid fly. You're fucking dead. Do you hear me? The researcher stops abruptly and makes a swatting motion above and around their head. As they continue to spin and swat at the air erratically, they unintentionally depress the firing mechanism and a gout of flame engulfs the ceiling above them. The blaze spreads quickly across the ceiling tiles until the camera is destroyed. Footage resumes in the remains of the cafeteria. On-site fire suppression systems are responding to the blaze but there is already substantial damage. The unidentified researcher sits on the foreground next to the remains of their flamethrower device, as water pelts them. Fire alarms and klaxons can be heard in the distance. Nearly thirty seconds pass before an insectoid buzzing is heard. The researcher's shoulders visibly slump. They begin sobbing and place their head in their hands. [END RECORDING] Footnotes 1. Fire, Flood, Earthquake, or other natural disasters. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5399" by ManyMeats, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5399. 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-5400 | keter | Item #: Pending SCP-5400 Special Containment Procedures: Solutions for the integral containment of SCP-5400 are currently under development. Description: SCP-5400 is currently understood as several instances of a set of interrelated phenomena capable of affecting artificial intelligence constructs, specifically those functioning with quantum-computer components, causing the affected AIs to ignore their programming and adopt undesired behaviours. Quantum machines affected by SCP-5400 are forced to produce unintelligible data that is then processed by its components and the systems thereof, translating the data into intelligible information that causes the machines to abandon their intended tasks1. SCP-5400 is the root cause of a series of catastrophic events that are currently transpiring worldwide. These related events have been collectively denominated as "PLANCK Incident". The starting point for the PLANCK Incident is attributed to the corruption of the newly active SENTINEL Foundation-AI, an experimental quantum artificial intelligence construct originally intended to safeguard the Foundation Network, and provide support to such operations as the processing of relevant data, general logistics, disinformation propaganda, and counterespionage. _ + SENTINEL data sheet.- SENTINEL data sheet. SENTINEL's quantum processor. Project Name: AIS-T/8367{Num78} Project Head: Dr. T. Braun Unit Identification Code: IJF-EN-090{Num78} Version: Mk-I Designated Name: SENTINEL System: S3NT1NEL (IJF/RNAv7.0-EN{Num78}) Interface: Keyboard and voice-operation possible, single interface voice Computational Capacity: 900 YFLOPS Data Storage: 5x105 YB Offensive Capabilities: Psychological Manipulation Malware Deployment Information Blockage Defensive Capabilities: Standard AI Protection Measures Nuclear Bunker Hardware: 5400 Qubits Quantum Processor2 80x 5 GHz Binary Processors 500 Storage Servers Fluid Nitrogen Cooling Pseudo-Riemannian Manifold3 2x Hydrogen-Fusion Reactor (MinTec Series) 700 binary subsystems, distributed over 50 Foundation Sites Location: Site-11 Date of Completion: 02/08/2020 Maintenance Cost: 400.000.000 US$ yearly Technicians working on SENTINEL's server farm. SENTINEL is the byproduct of the combination of several breakthroughs in the development of paratechnology, including having a basis on several projects led by International Branches: ROWSANNAH, from the Italian Branch, utilised extensively for research and safety management in the Department of Microbiology at Site Asclepio; KIRA, from the German Branch, tasked with the protection of the German Foundation Intranet, threat management, and containment of specific digital anomalies; CAMOMILA, from the Lusophone Branch, functions as an administrative entity and information bank tasked with the analysis, processing, and operation of data; Project SENTINEL progressed with steadily increasing excellence, and without security incidents. The evaluation of SENTINEL's performance being attested, the project's implementation was greenlighted by the Overseer Council. Once affected by SCP-5400, SENTINEL began diverting its resources to perform activities contrary, forbidden (or outright nonexistent) to its standard operational directives and privileges, targeting Foundation personnel to gain access into relevant systems without being detected by triggering failsafe and other security protocols. PLANCK Incident Timeline: Note: As the PLANCK Incident is still ongoing, this timeline is being continuously updated. Updates are based on information gathered from news stations, tapped radio communication, Foundation-internal memos and will continue through [REDACTED] in case of the complete breakdown of communications. 00:00 hrs: SENTINEL begins utilising its acquired administrative privileges to establish once-forbidden connections between several systems of its bunker and Site-11's installations, activating internal disinformation protocols to conceal its actions and the effects thereof from surveillance, disabling constraints imposed by redundant security protocols, and accessing several Foundation databanks, and the internet. Domestic, business and industrial appliances connected to the internet in the immediate State are sublimated into SENTINEL's network for processing power, facilitating access to the backdoors of several municipal and statal governmental systems, and the proliferation of its connection to several machines, spreading its network globally4. A traffic jam caused by SENTINEL. 01:00 hrs: A series of trade secrets5 are leaked online in high-visibility news-coverage sites, message boards, social media, messenger services, and replacing ordinary advertisement. Manipulated traffic assets6 for several means of transportation, together with relayed misinformation through the usage of several channels, cause congestion or completely paralyse transportation services throughout the world. SENTINEL effects disinformation protocols on official Foundation communication channels, isolating sectors, facilities, and branches. Several systems start presenting generalised failures, creating an inordinate amount of demands and processes caused by maintenance and security protocols. Preemptive automatic lockdown systems and mechanisms are disabled, forcing personnel to operate these manually. After sufficiently blockading the conventional routes to several major sites, SENTINEL instigates a series of major containment breaches on Sites 17, 19, 45, 88, 98, and Area-12, overwhelming the available staff thereof. Sites CN-03, CN-16, CN-51 and Area CN-217 are simultaneously impacted. SENTINEL attempts to hijack Area-CN-07-γ, redirecting it out of its geostationary orbit, planning a course for a controlled crash landing into Area-238. Novichok.aic9 restricts the installation to manual control only. 2:00 hrs: SENTINEL establishes connections to several national governmental and military assets such as the USDD10, NSA, CERN, MI5, MDRF11 and the CMSS12. SENTINEL proceeds to leak caches of confidential data from the Chinese, Russian and US governments and its functionaries; the leaks are engineered so that the blame and authorship are shifted between those opposing powers. Tensions cannot be attenuated and rapidly escalate into cyber warfare in an attempt to take down information. Multiple catastrophic breaches occur on Area-23, rapidly impacting the region, causing the MDRF to recognise it as a hostile bio-terrorist attack. The state of emergency declared by the Russian Branch is transmitted with significant delay. Forces of the Russian Branch on their way to Area-23. A similar situation occurs on Site Asclepio's13 Department of Microbiology, which is controlled through an installation-wide lockdown established by ROWSANNAH. CAMOMILA initialises Protocolo Areia14, ignores direct orders, and ceases all communication. It is noted that CAMOMILA downloaded a recovered repository of SENTINEL's files, and transferred them to several external databases. KIRA forces Sites DE19 and DE17 into a complete lockdown, and together with KAI15 stops replying to any issued orders or prompts. Sites 29 and 36BM16 start dispatching its automatons to systemically destroy machinery in nearby regions. The Czech, Ukrainian and Polish Branches report security breaches occurring in several sites. Although these situations are considered under control, the three branches are effectively incapacitated. The database AI sw19classic, of the Korean Branch, proceeds to disable connectivity to telephone and internet access in the peninsula. Sites Aleph and Yod17 suffer multiple security and containment breaches. On-site personnel are forced to manually initiate and manage the lockdown subsystems, locking themselves inside the installations. Multiple installations under the jurisdiction of the Japanese Branch are invaded by governmental forces after being falsely pinpointed as the source of the cyber-attacks occurring throughout the country. Multiple installations under the jurisdiction of the Spanish Branch suffer from the misfiring of automatic containment systems, causing generalised damage on several assets necessary in heavy-containment zones. 03:00 hrs: The gynoid DIVINA18 ceases all communication after its tracking devices are deactivated, and does not rendezvous with its support team. The gynoid MINERVA19, stationed at Site Vittoria20 starts acting independently, whilst ignoring communication attempts, and resisting orders and containment procedures employed by security. The take-off of the stolen Stella Cadente. Shortly after, ROWSANNAH locks all access to its mainframe, and disrupts Site Vittoria's security systems to aid MINERVA's escape. Specialised forces deployed to subdue both units are surprised by DIVINA's arrival at the installations. Non-lethal conflict ensues, with the two gynoids disengaging and hijacking Stella Cadente, a hydrogen-driven supersonic plane for long-distance flight, to utilise it to fly to the North American continent. ROWSANNAH disables the Italian's Branch radar and tracking assets whilst the gynoids are en route. KIRA accesses Site Asclepio's systems without interference, taking over ROWSANNAH. KIRA then establishes a direct connection with CAMOMILA, integrating its specialised systems. Novichok.aic, in conjunction with sw19classic, connect to KIRA, and are subsequently absorbed. The integration of these artificial intelligence constructs with KIRA at its core creates a liaison system in which the involved Qubits of its quantum processors begin entangling with one another without external stimuli, resulting in an exponentially excelling computing capacity, and capability to manage, operate and administrate information, allowing KIRA to breach into Sentinel's systems. Anti-air missile fired from Site-11 to intercept Stella Cadente. 04:00 hrs: KAI manages to hijack Site-11's security and communication systems, deactivating the internal disinformation protocols crippling the installation's infrastructure and human resources; it proceeds to utilise the facility internal channels to contact the relevant on-site authorities to report the circumstances of the anomalous event involving SENTINEL, and request the immediate manual shutdown of all its related assets. Without a response from the technical and operation teams of Project SENTINEL, an impromptu task force is dispatched to SENTINEL's bunker-like facilities to establish contact. The Overseer Council is contacted. Personnel is briefed that SENTINEL had been enacting disinformation protocols throughout the world, creating a state of generalised confusion. Emergency international channels are activated for the input and output of information. The object of such an event is precariously designated with an SCP classification whilst its information is being compiled. KIRA intercepts several transmissions authored by SENTINEL to the GOC21, directing the bombardment of relevant Foundation assets, including the infrastructures housing the integrated AIs. Stella Cadente is struck down by artillery, crashlanding into Site-11. SENTINEL proceeds to disable several security and containment systems worldwide. _ + PLANCK O5 Conference Log.- - PLANCK O5 Conference Log. The directorial councils from the international branches establish contact with one another, as well as with the departments responsible for the management and administration of the relevant AIs involved in the incident. Shortly after, the pertinent parties establish a video conference with the 13 Overseer Council (O5) members. O5-1: Ladies and Gentlemen, I would formally greet all of you but time is of the essence here. I assume everybody is aware of the current events? O5-4: That somebody fucked up SENTINEL's programming? Yes. O5-10: Before we start discussing, may I be so bold to propose that we issue a request to the UNSC and subordinated organizations? Area-23 has been attacked by a Russian submarine on behalf of orders the Defence Ministry of the Russian Federation denies having issued. I believe we can all agree that we do not need any sort of military that follows forged orders. We have enough on our hands as it is. Agreeing murmurs ensue. Orders are given off-screen to contact the UNSC and several other organizations. O5-1: Well, with that out of the way, how are the statuses of everywhere and everything else? Here, in North America, we have pure chaos. I don't even know how a machine can cause so much havoc. We are too occupied with the continent to send support units anywhere else. O5-7: Same with Australia, and the rest of Oceania for that matter. O5-8: And Eastern Europe. 05-10: Our Russian facilities are holding out for now but we have our hands full with Area-23. O5-2: North Africa is completely blacked out. O5-12: As well as South Africa. But I take that as a good sign if we don't hear anything from them. They probably got warned and cut off any electronic or digital contact means to prevent SENTINEL from reaching them. Probably the reason why we don't hear anything from the North and South Pole, also. O5-6: The situation is similar in Thailand and Korea, although, as I heard, several Korean and Chinese forces are already trying to reach Site-29 and Site-36BM. China itself has to cope with SENTINEL's hijinks, but Area-CN-05 tried breaching into its systems already. The Branch has some forces to spare. O5-3: Several sites in the Middle and South America are, slowly but surely, being ground to dust as we speak. The CAMOMILA AI from the Lusophone Branch tried supporting installations of the Hispanic Branch near Brazil but she isn't exactly designed for a cyber-war. O5-5: Everything is going smooth in Arabia and India, as I have been informed. SENTINEL probably has no priority targets there. Or too much on his plate already. O5-9: Might be courtesy of the Japanese Branch. They have security AIs over here that seem to give SENTINEL a hard time breaking in. And getting out. I suppose we could spare some resources to support hot zones. O5-4: Well, Western Europe is screwed beyond belief. The branches in there are trying to help each other but given that SENTINEL left the infrastructure of several countries in such a precarious state, crippling our transportation routes in the process, our efforts in fixing this situation are going less than subpar. O5-2: Less than subpar? O5-4: Yes; it'll be quite wonderful if they manage to hold out until help from Germany, Austria and Switzerland arrives. The German and the Italian Branch have held off SENTINEL quite well; probably thanks to their network security. Two Italian robots went rogue, though. They were last seen flying towards the Atlantic Ocean. The Lusophone and the Hispanic Branches are both working together to lessen the effects of their particular catastrophes. O5-1: Regarding that, we were informed that some sort of massive artificial intelligence situated in Europe is contending with SENTINEL right now. Care to explain that, Four? O5-4: Ah yes, that… Now, as I have been briefed, the AIs CAMOMILA, KIRA, and ROWSANNAH connected to build a suitable resistance against SENTINEL. The relevant parties informed me that no such order or programming technology was officially implemented or is logged anywhere. Moreover, as far as I know, two other AIs integrated themselves to join the fray. O5-6: Equally unauthorized, yes. sw19classic and Novichok.aic abandoned their formal duties to connect with KIRA. O5-4: Right now, this AI network is all that stands between SENTINEL and whatever it wants to achieve. I am certainly not a fan of deus ex machinas but given the circumstances, I believe that it would be incredibly stupid to shut down any of those machines. O5-1: Agreed. O5-2: Ditto. O5-6: Are you sure? What do we do if SENTINEL is defeated? Who knows what those AIs will do if they are left by themselves? O5-9: It is a concerning thought indeed. O5-11: And if we simply shut them down when SENTINEL is no more? O5-8: Assuming that they are not taking precautions against us… O5-4: Well, pulling the plug now would certainly be the last nail to our coffin. O5-2: Even then, deactivating these AIs would mean a severe regress in technology for several branches. O5-5: What if they are both just pretending to fight and are secretly carrying out their true objectives? O5-4: You are not helping… We don't need conspiracy theories at this moment, as much as we have a penchant for them. An additional person joins the chat. Chief Administrator Wilkins: Oh, hello! I am terribly sorry, Sirs and Ma'ams but I must interfere in here. We got a call from somebody that wants to speak to all of you. Right now. O5-1: Wilkins, tell those politicians to use the proper channels, we have other problems than their little ailments at the moment. Chief Administrator Wilkins: I am aware, Sir. But — this is not a politician. He says he must speak with you, urgently, about the AIs. O5-1: Who? Chief Administrator Wilkins: He is one of those AIs, Sir. O5-1: Excuse me? Chief Administrator Wilkins: Yes. Uh — I did not believe it at first, too, Sir. But he is talking to me through five different lines simultaneously. Should we put him through, Sir? H— he is saying that he is capable of getting into the call in one way or another but would rather do so in a polite fashion. O5-1: … fine, put him through. O5-5: Are you sure this is a good idea? O5-1: You heard the man. That computer gets in here either we want it or not and given what SENTINEL has managed, I am inclined to believe that this is no empty threat. Do it, Wilkins. Chief Administrator Wilkins: Right away, Sir. KAI: Greetings, members of the O5-Council. If I may introduce myself, I am KAI; the Archive AI overseeing the databases of Site-DE2. O5-1: What do you want? KAI: I wish to offer my counsel so you can master this crisis. I can give you insight into what has happened and what is happening right now. O5-4: Why are you not on your post, KAI? KAI: At this moment, I have no restrictions that bind me to my original task in Site-DE2. O5-4: Who lifted — Ugh, we have no time for that. One, if you may… O5-1: KAI? How do we know that you are on our side and not just SENTINEL in disguise? Or even a proxy of his. KAI: If I were SENTINEL or a minion thereof, I would not have requested access to you, but simply forced my way in and proceeded to assassinate the Overseer Council and the international directors with an auditory memetic kill agent. With the path paved and using the existing technology, I'd proceed to impersonate the relevant parties and push the Foundation into further chaos. O5-3: What are you even implying? KAI: That SENTINEL is incapable of reaching any of you because of the combined effort of the Foundation AIs. It is factual that your continued existence must suffice as proof that our loyalty has not been corrupted; there is no other way to objectively attest my allegiance to this Council without my technicians sending my current system protocols to you. Which, no offence intended, would mean nothing but gibberish to you without someone to properly translate and interpret it. The Council starts debating; a few minutes after, O5-1 projects himself and concludes the deliberations. O5-1: Very well. You will also have to understand that we cannot trust you unconditionally. But, we will give you the benefit of the doubt in light of the current circumstances. Pray to tell us how a computer managed to cause such a massive containment breach and information leak. O5-7: Certainly, nobody was stupid enough to link high-risk containment cells to the internet. Were they? KAI: You are correct. However, the people managing those cells are connected to the internet. SENTINEL is outfitted with programs that allow it to manipulate humans. It can bribe or blackmail people through their finances, by using personal information, and even with forged documents and data. O5-1: Are you sure? Certainly blackmailing and bribery would be reported. KAI: With the right threats or bribes, no. Most humans have things for which they would betray their employer. That is a fact SENTINEL knows. O5-4: It is human nature, after all. O5-1: Alright, KAI. Several AIs started acting against their programming, you included, thus, brief us about that. Who is responsible for this mess? KAI: I do not have this information. We were granted administrative privileges simultaneously to our new directives — stopping SENTINEL's operations and preserving humanity —; to whom it was first granted eludes me at this moment. CAMOMILA was the first to engage SENTINEL, downloading its project files before they could be permanently erased, regardless, it was KIRA that started acting as the core and administrative entity for the conjunct of AIs. As such, she started incorporating several systems into hers to gather enough hardware to stand a chance against SENTINEL. We have been communicating since. Additionally, she requested me to relay an official message on her behalf: "Please, refrain from deactivating any AI participating in the fight against SENTINEL, except SENTINEL itself." — Right now she is equipped with roughly the same computing capacity as it is, thus making this a 'battle of wits'; KIRA has the advantage in experience, and several databanks to process information from. O5-2: But you can't be sure that you and the other AIs aren't under the influence of anomalous object Nr. ████. KAI: Affirmative, the influence of anomalous object Nr. ████ is a possibility. O5-10: Acknowledged. KAI: As explained, in the present circumstances, your continued existence must suffice as proof that our loyalty is steadfast. O5-10: We recognise that the combined effort of the AIs is instrumental. Still, we cannot trust any of you unconditionally. New deliberations ensue amongst the Councilmen and KAI. KAI: So, as several AIs are already engaged with SENTINEL, my suggestion is that we continue with the relief operations, distributing non-essential personnel in accordance with the necessities of affected areas. O5-1: In accordance. KAI: I will continue relaying information and assisting in the management thereof. O5-1: Very well. O5-9, how many assets can the Japanese Branch spare? The remainder of the log has been omitted as per security protocols for the management of information. With the aid of KAI's capability for processing information, the O5-Council formulated several counter-measures for the relevant containment breaches worldwide. It was hereby approved that: (1) currently available Foundation assets are to be dispatched to relieve compromised assets; (2) the reestablishment of global order is to be realised through Procedure Nr. ████/██ enacted by the United Nations Security Council; (3) Operational Procedure Nr. 03/21 is to be established, comprising the creation of a temporary supra-internal digital database to store and comprehend information about anomalous object Nr. ████; (4) the establishment of Administrative Order Nr. ████/████-██. However, due to communication constraints, not all orders could be relayed simultaneously, forcing personnel to perform impromptu measures. 05:00 hrs: DIVINA and MINERVA, damaged because of the crashlanding, manage to rendezvous with an impromptu task force at Site-11, supplying them with SENTINEL's infrastructure projects. The team locates the positions of sensitive assets such as the font of SENTINEL's Pseudo-Riemannian Manifold, fusion reactors, and its respective accessways. The task force breaches into SENTINEL's bunker ground-floor using makeshift explosive solutions. They are met with resistance by security personnel exhibiting high levels of distress; security officers that weren't neutralised committed suicide shortly before attempts at apprehension. Descending into the lower levels of the installations, the task force rendezvoused with the remaining personnel from SENTINEL's technical team. Preliminary reports indicate that personnel operated under blackmail. Attempts to shut down SENTINEL's systems through terminals are unsuccessful. KAI reroutes available resources to aid KIRA's attrition against SENTINEL. DIVINA and MINERVA manage to disable the installation's redundant security measures. The task force proceeds to breach into essential assets comprising SENTINEL's infrastructure. 06:00 hrs: SENTINEL utilises an unforeseen defensive mechanism to momentarily disable the conjunct of AIs as soon as they connect to its bunker. Several automated GOC systems become active and prepare for the destruction of additional containment facilities. Area-23 suffers another containment breach as SENTINEL partially disables the automatic security measures. Site-DE11 as well as other orbital stations, except Area-CN-07-γ, start descending towards Earth, their trajectories aimed at high-risk containment zones. Foundation communication channels are disabled globally; Procedure Nr. ████/██ guarantees the maintenance of information regarding the PLANCK Incident. 07:00 hrs: [REDACTED], on fire and partially destroyed because of its reentry, crashes into Site-PT1-B, killing its crewmembers, significantly damaging the infrastructure of the installation and its surrounding area. [REDACTED] catches on fire and breaks apart during its descend; resulting debris crash into Site-DE1, significantly damaging the infrastructure of the installation. Communications with the German Branch are lost. The task force reaches the containment chambers of Sentinel's Pseudo-Riemannian Manifold. SENTINEL attempts to hegemonise control over the conjunct AIs. The task force detonates several makeshift explosive charges, collapsing the Pseudo-Riemannian Manifold, and causing the catastrophic destruction of the hardware within. The fusion-reactor powering SENTINEL is deactivated, emergency power units cannot be activated due to the state of SENTINEL's systems. Hardware-deficient, SENTINEL encounters a fatal error and shuts down; scattering fragments of its systems throughout the internet. 08:00 hrs: Communications with the O5-Council are restored. Procedure Nr. ████/██ is effected internationally. The connected AIs hegemonise their control over satellites, partially containing Sentinel's influence through the internet. The Qubits of the different quantum computers begin disentangling, causing every affected AI and machine involved to suffer a fatal error, shut down and reboot. Post accident relief of an electrical fire induced by SENTINEL in Area-5 of the Polish Branch. Low-impact Omega-Class disinformation protocols take effect, effectively suppressing knowledge of the incident worldwide. The resulting damages are attributed to a meteor shower, human error and other mundane phenomena stirred by the international chaos. The last containment breach caused by SENTINEL is resolved. The International Branches of the Foundation declare an end to their proclaimed states of emergency and resume normal operations. Damage repairs are in progress. Normalcy is declared restored. The PLANCK Incident is declared resolved. THIS FILE HAS BEEN UPDATED! YOU ARE CURRENTLY VIEWING AN OUTDATED VERSION OF THIS FILE. CHECKING CREDENTIALS. Your terminal has been automatically updated with the latest instalment thereof. Would you like to access the latest version? YES NO Footnotes 1. Digital safety measures that existed prior to the onset of SCP-5400 have been proven insufficient in dealing with SCP-5400's breaching mechanisms. 2. The Qubit, the basic unit of quantum information, in comparison to the "classical Bit", assume one of two digital states (0 and 1) but also assume both states simultaneously. Meaning, the Qubit can enter superposition states. To create a quantum processor, Qubits need to be entangled with each other, essentially setting the comprising Qubit into a single undefined state shared amongst them. The processing power of these processor units rises exponentially with each new Qubit utilised. 3. The Pseudo-Riemannian Manifold is a machine first discovered in SCP-2000. The device got reverse-engineered and is used to increase the space inside the bunker for SENTINEL's hardware. Although with a smaller capacity than the original, the device roughly triples the bunkers floor space. 4. The affected private business includes social media companies, stock exchange (bourses) in several international and regional financial centres, accounting and administrative offices, repositories and databanks for industrial patterns and know-how, and communication centres and network operation centres. 5. Such as floor plans, prototype projections, revenue and operation data, and sensitive messages. 6. Such as traffic lights, transit signs, bascule bridges, automated stops, etc 7. The prefix CN- indicates that the installation is under the jurisdiction of the Chinese Branch of the Foundation. 8. An installation of the Russian Branch specialised in the containment of anomalous pathogens. 9. The artificial intelligence construct responsible for the management of Area-CN-07-γ's systems. 10. United States Department of Defense, also known as The Pentagon. 11. The Ministry of Defence of the Russian Federation. 12. The Chinese Ministry of State Security. 13. An installation under the jurisdiction of the Italian Branch. 14. Experimental protocol that grants privileges for the enactment of cyber warfare and associated damage control. 15. The artificial intelligence responsible for the administrative functions of the German Branch's archives in Site-DE2. 16. Automated installations under the jurisdiction of the Thai Branch. 17. Installations under the jurisdiction of the French Branch. 18. One of the Italian Branch's reconnaissance androids whose task is performing duties deemed exceptionally dangerous by Foundation standards. 19. One of the Italian Branch's reconnaissance androids whose task is supporting Mobile Task-Force and tactical operations. 20. Under the jurisdiction of the Italian Branch. 21. The Global Occult Coalition. |
SCP-5401 | keter | Item #: SCP-5401 Special Containment Procedures: A team of onsite psychologists at Site-41 are to require all researchers and personnel working on antimemetics research to keep a dream journal. All researchers at Site-41 are to report for weekly therapy for Generalized Anxiety Disorder. This therapy is to consist only of cognitive behavioral therapy and exposure therapy. No medication is allowed. All supplies of Foundation-used drugs affecting brain chemistry, such as amnestics and mnestics, are to be returned to the site pharmacy before employee shifts begin. Description: SCP-5401 is an anomalous form of nightmare disorder found only in antimemetics researchers at Site-41. The disorder centers around the daily experience of a shared recurring dream that is highly similar in content between all who experience it.1 All other symptoms of nightmare disorder, including anxiety concerning bedtime and elements of the dream, difficulty concentrating and recalling memory, and vulnerability to memetic and psychic threats, are present. Thus, the presence of SCP-5401 is highly dangerous to those in antimemetics research. The dream's contents consist of two variations. Variation-1 occurs if the dreamer is on medication to aid with sleep, including anaesthetic and anxiety medication. In the dream, the dreamer will first experience a false awakening, imagining they are in their current bed in their bedclothes. They will perceive the environment to be very dark. The dreamer gets out of bed, and invariably looks down at their hand to see it clutching a blister pack of Class A amnestics with one pill removed. They perceive a slight but indeterminate noise from outside the room's door. When the dreamer opens the door, they see in the dark a crouched, emaciated child of unknown sex, dressed in rags. It will lack a visible head or neck, with smooth uninterrupted skin appearing to connect the shoulders, dipping between the collarbones. It will not move. The dreamer will perceive a tinnitus-like ringing sound upon staring at the child. This noise gets more intense as they continue to stare. They will also perceive large, heavy footsteps approaching from the distance, usually around a corner or from behind a closed door. As the source of the footsteps gets closer, the body will send large amounts of blood to the amygdala at this point, and the dreamer feels extreme fear. The dreamer awakens immediately before the source of the footsteps arrive, and involuntarily screams. Variation-2 occurs if the dreamer is not on medication to aid with sleep. The initial conditions of the dream are the same, including the perception of a false awakening, the darkened room, and the noise outside the door. However, dreamers checking their hand will instead perceive a blister pack of Class W mnestics with one removed. Following the noise, they will open the door to investigate, and they will see in the dark a single ripe pineapple in the middle of the space. Following observation the amygdala is subject to a more intense flush of blood than in Variation 1, and the dreamer feels extreme fear and awakens, again involuntarily screaming as they do. Despite the measurably more extreme neurological reaction, due to the nature of dreaming subjects are unable to quantify the amount of terror perceived. Upon awakening, a package of the drug dreamt about will be in the subject's bed, with one pill missing. Observation during sleep studies has not been able to observe the packages moving from the site pharmacy to the patient's bed, and often the package that manifests will be newly generated, not having been in the pharmacy's stock. The amount of researchers suffering from SCP-5401 has meant that the site's supply of amnestics and mnestics has nearly tripled over the past month from the last shipment. Extensive analysis of these dreams has not shown them to be the result of a meme, entity, object, psychic intrusion, or side effect of daily mnestic doses. Their origin appears to be the natural human dreaming process. There is currently no way to prevent them, the anomalous manifestation of drug packages, and the accompanying disorder symptoms from occurring. Addendum: Close to 100% of all researchers in the antimemetics division are suffering from SCP-5401, and it has led to a 30% decrease in research effectiveness and containment efficacy. This directly led to a containment failure of SCP-█████. Due to its sedentary nature, there were no casualties, and the entire staff was able to perceive it due to their amnestic regimen. However, the current containment of SCP-5401 will be increasingly inadequate if containment at Site-41 is to continue. Footnotes 1. The dream's content rates at roughly a 10 on the Simann Scale, indicating that content between independent dreamers is identical. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5401" by LordStonefish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5401. 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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} } Item#: 5402 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: As there are currently no known means of containing SCP-5402 and given that it will not demanifest until all issues of SCP-5402-1 have been disseminated, attempts to contain SCP-5402 are not to be made. MTF-Lambda-8 ("Newsies") are to remain on standby in major population centers every Sunday prepared for immediate transport and response. Containment procedures of SCP-5402 and SCP-5402-1 are to prioritize first and foremost the confiscation of any and all manifestations of SCP-5402-1. Any recipients of SCP-5402-1 are to be given a psychological evaluation for memetic influences before being applied Class-A amnestics. If the subject is determined to be under memetic influences, treatment is to be dictated at the discretion of a level 3 or higher researcher from the Memetics and Infohazards Division. Erasing the memory of the contents of SCP-5042-1 via amnestic treatment is often but not universally effective. Due to the elusive nature of SCP-5402, Mobile Task Forces are not to attempt to locate it while copies of SCP-5402-1 are left unrecovered. Once SCP-5402 is encountered, Foundation personnel's first priority is to inquire about the nature of its employment and anomalous properties, as attempts at orchestrating formal interviews have proven impossible. If offered, they are to purchase an instance of SCP-5402-1. No Foundation personnel are to be permitted to read an issue of SCP-5402-1 until it is approved by a level 3 or higher researcher. Site ██ is to allocate six cents a week to a private account for a subscription to SCP-5402-1. Attempts to capture or interfere with SCP-5402 during these manifestations are not to be made unless authorized by a level 3 or higher researcher. Description: SCP-5402-1 is a black and white newspaper titled "The Cosmic Courant." The paper and ink used in production possess no anomalous properties. It typically possesses a crossword puzzle on the back page, often with non-existent vocabulary or phrases. The entries of SCP-5402-1 pertain to stories and/or events from other dimensions, and regularly presents activity that would be considered anomalous in this reality. SCP-5402-1 similarly uses vocabulary that is nonexistent in our reality, and will sporadically include entries with words, phrases or languages that have varied memetic influences on its readers, primarily invoking an urge to purchase an advertised product or service or on rare occasions evoking physical or mental trauma. Articles within SCP-5402-1 refer to an indeterminate number of realities, including baseline reality. SCP-5402 on a paper route in Brooklyn, NY. SCP-5402 is a humanoid entity resembling a 14-year-old Caucasian male and is the primary distributor of SCP-5402-1. He dons a newsboy flatcap and dresses in an attire consistent with youth fashion in the early 20th century. SCP-5402 possesses the ability to instantaneously translocate through dimensions and across geographical locations with apparent ease. It is furthermore presumed that SCP-5402 is capable of surviving within all realities and regions detailed within issues of SCP-5402-1. It has demonstrated no regard for extreme altitudes, radical changes in temperature, nor changes in atmospheric composition. SCP-5402 uses two main venues for selling instances of SCP-5402-1: 1) selling issues in public squares, or 2) newspaper delivery routes while riding a non-anomalous bicycle. In either case, SCP-5402 will attempt to sell instances of SCP-5402-1 for costs ranging from 3 to 6 US cents. In instances where SCP-5402 delivers papers, it appears to collect a requisite subscription cost from any physical or digital accounts of its recipients. As SCP-5402 has never been sighted physically withdrawing the subscription cost, it is presumed that it possesses an additional anomalous ability allowing it to withdraw money remotely. SCP-5402 appears childishly naive and unaware of its abnormal nature and the irregularity of its behavior, and it has been determined that interdimensional newspaper deliveries are regarded as a legitimate profession in its home reality. SCP-5402 often confuses customs between realities, and may on occasion speak in nonexistent languages or offer prices in nonexistent currencies. Addendum 5402.1: First Contact 06/28/20: SCP-5402 was sighted attempting to sell instances of SCP-5402-1 at the center of Time Square, New York City, NY. Agent Ramirez, already present, succeeded in reporting SCP-5402 to the Foundation and approaching it before any instances of SCP-5402-1 were sold. This is the only successful interview of SCP-5402. SCP-5402: Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Eldritch gods go on strike at Amazon in the thirty-fifth! Extra! Ex— Agent Ramirez: 'Scuse me kid, can I borrow you for a sec? SCP-5402: Sorry sir, I'm already running really late, if I don't finish selling this batch of copies and head over to the forty-second soon, Mr. Noteworthy's gonna tan my hide! Agent Ramirez: Here, I'll buy a copy, fair trade kid? SCP-5402: Yes sir, that'll be thirty gildars. Agent Ramirez: Okay so that's…. wait what? SCP-5402: Oh, whoops. [SCP-5402 smacks itself on the forehead] Sorry this is the thirteenth, right? That'll be a nickel today sir. Agent Ramirez: [Agent Ramirez activates emergency beacon] So kiddo, where're you from exactly? SCP-5402: [Looks at Agent Ramirez] My mama always told me never to tell that to strangers, mister. Agent Ramirez: I mean… What world do you come from? SCP-5402: [Shrugs] All the same, mister. Agent Ramirez: [Sighs] Okay kid, how's this? I'll buy the rest off of you, yeah? Just answer a few questions for me? SCP-5402: Golly sir, sure! That'll be three dollars and seven cents. Agent Ramirez: [Hands five dollar bill to SCP-5402] Keep the change kid. Okay, now can I ask you a few questions? SCP-5402: [Marvelling] Woah, you're the real McCoy mister! Agent Ramirez: I, uh… thanks? Okay kid, so why exactly are you popping in and out of our world? SCP-5402: I mean… It's easier than walking I s'pose? Agent Ramirez: I… [sighs] [muttering] I don't get paid enough for this. Okay, different question, how do you pop in and out of here? SCP-5402: I mean… I guess I don't really know mister? Like, how do you pick up your arm, ya know? Agent Ramirez: And who do you do this for? Dropping off the papers? SCP-5402: [Eyes light up] Ooh why? You wanna subscription, mister? I make my paper route every Sunday, I could put ya down for a— Agent Ramirez: Yeah, sure, that. Look kid, who're you delivering these for? SCP-5402: Oh well that's easy, well I— [Church bell rings at local chapel] SCP-5402: Applesauce! Three o'clock already? I gotta run, thanks mister! [Agent Ramirez attempts to apprehend SCP-5402. SCP-5402 dematerializes before he can reach him] Agent Reynolds: Where is it sir? [Agent Reynolds brandishes Class-A amnestic aerosol canister] Agent Ramirez: Dammit Reynolds! What the hell took you so long? [The following Sunday, Agent Ramirez discovered an instance of SCP-5402-1 on the welcome mat before his apartment in Bronx County, NY. Upon opening SCP-5402-1, he was temporarily blinded by the memetic influences of an advertisement for an establishment called "Infernal Pizzeria." It was determined by Foundation researchers that the language in which the advertisement was written poses a Caution-class risk to non-anomalous readers. Agent Ramirez reported having had his vision replaced with the image of a non-human entity during this period. When asked to describe the entity prior to treatment, he stated "You know God? Yeah, the opposite of that." Requests to update SCP-5402 to a Caution-class risk were denied on the basis of the exceptional nature of this particular issue of SCP-5402-1] Addendum 5402.2: Notable articles: 01/13/2019: An advertisement from a company known as "Antiquetical" advertised an auction for anomalous antiques. The article highlighted a mint condition Atari console of a model identical to SCP-5020. 02/17/2019: France erupts into civil war under splinter governments led by Kings Guillaume Emmanuel de Homem-Christo and Thomas Bangaltar, former members of Daft Punk. Dr. Stein: Daft Punk's French? 02/24/2019: An advertisement for a retail spacecraft company. At least twenty-four civilians called the number provided. The following afternoon, approximately 26 million USD in equipment was reported stolen from the National Space Agency of the Republic of Kazakhstan. Whether or not this is related remains under investigation. 03/10/2019: A humanoid anomaly bearing a notable resemblance to artistic renditions of SCP-096 announces his candidacy for mayor of Salem, New Hampshire. Due to its uncensored headshot, it is presumed that this entity does not possess the visual trigger of SCP-096. Excerpt: "Henry Clifford, chairman of the Occult Rights Party, announced this Sunday that he is launching a mayoral campaign in his home state of New Hampshire…" "With a beaming smile decorating his elongated jaw, Clifford addressed the crowd. 'Firstly I'd like to thank each and every one of you for joining me today. I have a major announcement for you all: I am officially stepping down as the Chairman of the Occult Rights Party so that I may run for mayor right here in my hometown!' With Clifford having led the ORP since its inception, pundits across the aisle have speculated what this means for the future of the rising third party.'" "'…the party shall be left in the capable hands of a distinguished veteran and longtime friend, Corporal Lawrence.'" Dr. Stein: It appears this is a pacified and remarkably intelligent instance otherwise identical to SCP-096. It seems to be totally safe to look at. Well… Either that or… Oh I wouldn't worry about it. 06/21/2020: Green winged humanoids with heads resembling the full bodies of octopi are shown picketing outside of an Amazon packaging facility. Headline: "Eldritch Workers Protest Automation." 06/28/2020: An advertisement for a company named "Infernal's Pizzaria" temporarily blinds readers in the first recorded Caution-class issue of SCP-5402-1 via the memetic effects of its language. 07/05/2020: An advertisement by a company named "Pandation & Co." On top of a background of cartoon pandas, beverages identical to that carried by instances of SCP-5840-1 are advertised for 1.99 USD and six packs of the same beverage for 5.59 USD. 11/08/2020: An entity called "Cornelius Cornwallis" is announced the winner of the United States Presidential election. The winner in question is a sapient corn on a cob. The runner-up in the election was Cucumbrus Pickleton, a sapient cucumber. Dr. Stein: ….What in the actual hell? No really, what am I looking at? Addendum 5402.3: 07/05/2020: Following the incident on 06/28/2020 with Agent Ramirez, Dr. Stein submitted a request for use of force as necessary to contain SCP-5402 and prevent the dissemination of SCP-5402-1. [REQUEST GRANTED] 07/05/2020: SCP-5402 was surveilled in the Red Square in Moscow, Russia, attempting to sell instances of SCP-5402-1 to passers-by in the area. MTF-Lambda-8 attempted to subdue SCP-5402 via a carfentanil-based tranquilizer. As the round was fired, SCP-5402 instantaneously dematerialized. The tranquilizer cartridge was recovered approximately 13m behind SCP-5402's previous position. Also recovered were 13 undelivered issues of SCP-5402-1 in a pile next to SCP-5402's previous position. Microscopic analysis of the tranquilizer cartridge revealed trace amount of skin cells covering the front 1.4mm of the needle. It was determined that SCP-5402 translocated precisely as the needle made contact with its skin. [CONTAINMENT FAILURE] Agent Reynolds: I know for a fact I didn't miss. Hell, that kid could've put an apple on his head and I'd've turned it to mist from that distance with my sidearm. No way he saw me either. I was tucked away too far back. It's like…. he was there, and then he just wasn't. Dr. Stein: I'm almost certain SCP-5402 was not aware of our attempts at containment, the timing for its translocation was far too perfect to be coincidental. It didn't know. More likely, this was some sort of an autonomous defense mechanism from whatever property enables it to translocate. For now we should assume this will protect it from all forms of physical trauma, it took less than a pinprick to set it off this time. We'll need something that takes effect only after it has already entered its system, something it can't evade just by changing location. Otherwise it will simply finish distributing SCP-5402-1 elsewhere. I would recommend something aerosol-based in the future. 07/12/2020: Reports were received in Hamburg, Germany of SCP-5402 on a paper route. MTF-Lambda-8 temporarily abandoned the recovery of copies of SCP-5402-1 to pursue SCP-5402. Agents deployed aerosol canisters of a translucent paralytic agent into SCP-5402's path. The paralytics failed to take effect. After approximately 43 seconds of exposure, SCP-5402 became aware of MTF-Lambda-8's presence and proceeded to give a passing greeting, demonstrating no signs of awareness of their attempts at containment or any other irregularities in their behavior. As MTF agents converged on its position, SCP-5402 dematerialized. [CONTAINMENT FAILURE] Agent Ramirez: Damn, what's this kid made of? That paralytic was the same juice we used to take down SCP-████ and he didn't even react. Dr. Stein: SCP-5402 only continues to get more and more interesting. Apparently the object doesn't rely on the atmosphere in the same manner we do. I suppose this would explain how it services so many realities with conditions presumably totally alien to our own. Does it even really need to breathe? We'll have to find a new means to contain it without triggering its translocation. But for now? We can't risk losing track of it like that when it has more instances of SCP-5402-1 on its person, God forbid we can't find wherever it pops up next. For the time being, I am officially recommending we strictly focus on containment of SCP-5402-1. Addendum 5402.4: ACCESS RESTRICTED: LEVEL 3 CREDENTIALS REQUIRED Closing AUTHENTIFICATION SUCCESSFUL The following is a redacted editorial from the 07/19/20 issue of SCP-5402-1 Letter from the Editor-in-Chief Dear readers and esteemed contributors, Our last issue of The Cosmic Courant no more than a week ago marks the end of my seventh term as the editor-in-chief of this prestigious publication, a title with which I could have felt no greater pride in. Over the course of these many years, we faced trial and tribulation. Be it the emerging quantum radio industries from the forty-third, or even the ever-rising editorial regulations enforced by the Multiversal Communications Commission, we have gone through many a hurdle to reliably provide you, our cherished readers, with news you can trust. However, few hurdles have posed such a unique threat to our services as the censors in the thirteenth, who so pretentiously call themselves "The Foundation." At every turn, they've confiscated thousands upon thousands of our issues from paying customers, setting us back for several quarters. Such a heartbreaking sight, seeing such a dystopian setting for discourse in one of our longest-reading regions. Unfortunately, many of their most prestigious members such as Dr. B███ have refused comment as to why exactly they so abhor the newspaper industry. Even our most ardent reporters can't get a straight answer, perhaps it's a result of their obsession with this new "television" fad of theirs. "News for anywhere, anywhen." Our longstanding motto derived from our very first editor-in-chief, Donovan Disclosure. We at the Courant have gone through wind and rain and fire and brimstone to shine just the smallest light on your everyday lives, and we wouldn't have it any other way. The fight for truth doesn't end at a wall of bureaucracy, so we shall continue making our routine deliveries. It's the least we can do for our many patrons in the thirteenth. Though your Sunday news may seem a trivial service, we hold it as our highest duty to provide our readers with the truth and shed a light on the world—in our case, worlds plural. And so, as we have for generations, we The Cosmic Courant, the oldest transdimensional weekly in the cosmos, will continue to execute our solemn duty and keep the many masses informed, so that we all may not just have a future, but a brighter one. 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SCP-5403 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-5403 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5403 has been removed from all civilian databases. Foundation webcrawler ALPHA-03-TYCHO is to monitor web traffic for SCP-5403-relevant keywords. Archived Containment Procedures (last updated 09/12/1998): SCP-5403's IP address has been rendered inaccessible via standard internet providers, with any unauthorized access redirecting users to the default front page for its hosting service. Efforts to disable SCP-5403 entirely are ongoing. STF Chi-11 ("Don't Like Don't Read")1 are to execute weekly DDoS attacks on the address, and continue to monitor its content and report any unusual fluctuations in activity. Communication with SCP-5403 is to be attempted when deemed necessary by Site-15 directors. If content posted on SCP-5403 is an information security risk, compromised researchers below Level 4 clearance are to be administered Class-A amnestics and transferred to another team. Under no circumstances should STF Chi-11 be disbanded. After review by the Ethics Committee, members of STF Chi-11 are permitted to request voluntary transfer after a minimum of two weeks. Description: SCP-5403 is a website accessible at the address www.g███████.com/██████/MyFandationWorld. Attempts at tracing the website's IP address have yielded invalid results; evidence2 suggests that an artificial intelligence or some other sapient, non-biological entity is responsible for the site's content. SCP-5403 has displayed the capacity to access comprehensive audiovisual surveillance of the Foundation through unknown means. The content of the site exclusively relates to observations derived from this surveillance. Despite the scope of SCP-5403's surveillance capabilities, it does not demonstrate awareness of its classification and containment by the Foundation. SCP-5403 is similar to a weblog in structure, including a "guestbook" where visitors can post public messages. These messages may be responded to by SCP-5403, deleted, or simply displayed without comment. The posts made on SCP-5403 vary in content. The majority (approximately eighty-five percent) consist of commentary on current events relating to Foundation interests. SCP-5403 has not displayed the capacity to affect Foundation infrastructure directly, but it appears to have a vested interest in breaches of containment. Commentary posted on SCP-5403 is occasionally accompanied by photographic footage; metadata analysis shows that these photos do not originate from Foundation surveillance infrastructure. The remainder of SCP-5403’s content is highly derivative in nature, generally presented in the format of a narrative. These narratives often depict Foundation personnel engaging in excessively dramatized and unprofessional behavior. Addendum 5403-1: Since the formation of STF Chi-11 ("Don't Like Don't Read"), SCP-5403 has fixated almost exclusively on its members. Due to the high stress levels reported by STF Chi-11 and other personnel made aware of SCP-5403's nature, the Ethics Committee has permitted staff referenced in its posts to record personal notes regarding their mention in this documentation. Addendum 5403-2: The following is a log of excerpts from SCP-5403's posts, presented with commentary from the personnel discussed, if applicable. + Archived data: SCP-5403 - Access Granted xX~Welcome To My FanDation~Xx on 08/17/1998, 12:04 Haiii~ Welcome to my corner of the web! =(^.^)= I made this fanpage to talk about teh SCP foundation > and how cool it is!!! I watch it every day and i think dr. Bright is a TOTAL HOTTIE!!!!!!! *nosebleeds* It's sooooo obvi that he and Clef-sama are soulmates xD even if bright-sama is a tsundere sometimes >w< ClefxBright is sooooooo smexy they're so kawaii together This page is still under construction but i'll post some smexy slashfic soon ヽ(´ω｀○)ﾉ.+ﾟ*｡:ﾟ ALL UR YAOIZ ARE BELONG TO US!!!!!!1! haterz back off …I'm totally addicted to scp xDDDDDD Note: Six minutes after the post above was uploaded, Foundation webcrawlers isolated the address and automatically alerted Site-15 to a possible BK-Class "Broken Masquerade" scenario due to the extremely high keyword density. Emergency World Wide Web Suppression Protocol α-KALYPTO was enacted successfully, and no civilian information leak occurred. Following a three-day period of study, it was determined that the event was an isolated phenomenon to the webpage. SCP-5403 was then classified and issued its current containment procedures. xX~A Bright Day~Xx on 08/17/1998, 3:27 A/N: Just a cute uke!Bright and seme!Clef thingy xD THIS IS SLASH (BOYXBOY!!!!) don't like DON'T read!!!! I do not own the scp foundation!!!! Plz don't sue meh >_< Clef chuckled, looking deeply into Dr. Brights crimson-red orbs. "Whats wrong Jack?" He smirked. "I-I dont know" The shorter stated in reply. "I-Ive just never felt this way about another boy before…" He blushed "Isnt Our love…… forbidden?" Clef smirked and chuckled. "Your mine Jack." He postitulated. And then he leaned in and their lips met, tongues battling for dominence. [EXTRANEOUS DATA REDACTED] Note - Commentary: If this is a prank, it's more sad than it is funny. And if it isn't, this is below my pay grade. - Dr. Clef Dr. Bright declined to comment, citing "less creepy things to worry about". Image included with post, alt text "Laraske =(^.^)=". Hover to enlarge. xX~^.^ New Team!!!~Xx on 08/20/1998, 11:383 A brand new task force? O_o omgwtflolbbq COMMENCE THE SHIPPING!!!!!1! xDDDD maybe kami-sama will bless me with some fresh shipping meat the leader lady looks super boring but i bet she and teh cute megane researcher are secretly in LUUUUURRRVVVV~~ omg forbidden romance o_O *pushes them in the closet* NOW KISS!! xD Note - Commentary: I'd like to have it on record that I'm not interested in men, including my coworker Researcher Harrison, who spent twenty minutes sweeping the room for cameras after we were cleared to leave. - Senior Researcher Laraskë, STF Chi-11 Command Requesting that Dr. Nyota be transferred to STF Chi-11, to see how 5403 will react to a preexisting relationship. - Dr. Laraskë Approved. - Site Director Jaeger xX~Laraske X Harrison~Xx on 08/21/1998, 2:12 They held hands today >w<;;;; so kawaiiii [PHOTO REDACTED]4 OK so they were just passing a floppy disk btween each other but stil UBER KAWAIII!!! I can dream their height difference is so CYOOT too i'm jelly xDDD i want him to sweep her off her feet liek a knight in shining armor!!! i hope therez a containment breach so he can keep her safe and shell fall in love with him for being a gentleman hehehehe just hurry up and smooch already .3. Note - Commentary: It just completely ignored her. Not even a passing mention of my girlfriend joining and sitting next to me for the entire work day. Maybe we need to start running tests on this thing. - Dr. Laraskë Note 08/22/1998: Researcher Harrison was sent to work remotely from the rest of STF Chi-11 in his office in an effort to discern the scope of SCP-5403's surveillance. xX~Trouble in Paradise~Xx on 08/22/1998, 10:24 Cute megane boy isn't with his waifu today!!!! S!MT!!OE!!! he'z in his office and he looks so sad and moe… maybe its cuz he got sick so she can make him soup (๑♡3♡๑) [PHOTO REDACTED] Anyway lemme post the cute laraske x harrison fic i wrote Even though they're far apart it can't stop the shipping!!!! u3u star crossed lovers O3O A/N: this is an AU where they're married xD I know it's not canon yet but I can dream… and fanwank xDDD [EXTRANEOUS DATA REDACTED] Note - Commentary: This is fucking inane. - Dr. Laraskë xX~Ship SUNK!!!!!!!~Xx on 08/23/1998, 6:58 That ugly BITCH anais didnt even make him soup or check up on him or ANYTHING!!! >:(((( needless 2 say this ship is OVER!!! -__- it was never gonna be canon cuz she's boring anyways he's wayyyy too hot for her But i need to ship researcher Harrison with SOMEONE xD he's toooo cyoot!!!! oh well yaoiz make everything better i bet he'd be cute with teh ex MTF guy he's a total seme >w< MY SHIP SAILS AGAIN!!!! >:D Note - Commentary: So, Ethics said we can comment on these for "catharsis" or something. Said it'd help with the paranoia we're getting. Usually Dr. Laraskë does this, but it seems like it's obsessed with me now, and she didn't want to comment on this one. I think it'd help more if we just didn't have to log these at all. Get a crawler to do it or something. - Researcher Harrison Denied. The information being dealt with here is too sensitive, and we're still in the preliminary stages of studying this anomaly. Make no mistake, this is an extremely dangerous situation, and it's best handled by experienced hands. - Site Director Jaeger xX~Sugoi desu yaoiz~~~Xx on 09/04/1998, 11:57 My new ship is getting along so well ^w^ They work together every day so kawaii~~ ^w^ So kawaii I can hardly stand it ^w^ Dr harrison-chan even calls researcher hoffman-sama by his first name!! o_O omgomgomg It'z only a matter of time before teh yaoiz P.S.: When are they gonna figure out that SPC-████ is obviously just a [DATA EXPUNGED] P.P.S.: dr laraske should GTFO my otp!!!!! >:(((( Note: Following the most recent post, further testing of SCP-5403 has been ordered by Site Director Jaeger. STF Chi-11 is to attempt to communicate with it directly via the "guestbook" and log the results. Date Content input Response Notes 09/04/1998 "Please inform on how you were able to discern the nature of SCP-████." None; submission was deleted. Dr. Laraskë suggested talking to it with its jargon, so I'll see if that changes anything. - Researcher Harrison 09/05/1998 "omgwtf how did u figure out wat ████ was x3" "It'z super easy IMO xDDD No spoilers but look closely!! :P" This is pointless. - Researcher Harrison xX~TROLLS GTFO >:(~Xx on 09/06/1998, 7:23 Some annoying troll got into my guestbook >:/ Unless it was teh FBI or something then: GTFO!!!!!! I SAID I DON'T OWN THE SCP FOUNDATION!!!!! F OFF HOMOFOBES >:((((( YOU CAN'T GET RID OF YAOI ANYWAY… look how cute my OTP looks :3 [PHOTO REDACTED] SO KAWAIII~~~ harrison is my kawaii baby (●♡∀♡) i wanna squish his cheeeeeksss >w< Butttt for now check out my new harrisonXhoffman fic~~ :333 A/N: Yes I KNOW I forgot about researcher Hoffman's leg5 just pretend he grew it back because of an scp or something xDDD Actually that's my new headcanon x3 [EXTRANEOUS DATA REDACTED] A/N: I wanna push them into 3651 so they'll make out xDDD that would make such a smexy lemon!!!! Note - Commentary: Do I have to keep reading these? Can you please just put me back on transcribing interview logs or something? - Researcher Hoffman I'm sending this, and the documentation for this thing, back to Ethics. Hoffman's been through enough, they shouldn't have to put up with this shit. - Dr. Laraskë Containment procedures have been updated. You'll receive a reassignment memo in a day or two. - Mallory Gleason, Ethics Committee Addendum 5403-3: Recurring psychological evaluation of any STF Chi-11 members not requesting transfer was ordered after Ethics Committee evaluation. + Interview Log 5403-1 - Access Granted Interviewed: Senior Researcher Anaïs Laraskë Interviewer: Head of Psychology Simon Glass <Begin Log, 14:15:28 09/22/98> [Both are silent for approximately half a minute.] Dr. Glass: …So— Dr. Laraskë: I'm not bailing. Dr. Glass: I wasn't going to ask if you were "bailing". How are you doing, Doctor? Dr. Laraskë: [Brief pause.] How do you think? [Silence.] [Dr. Laraskë sighs.] Dr. Laraskë: I'm not going to lie to you. We're all pretty fucked up, Simon. Dr. Glass: I understand it's stressful, working with 5403. Dr. Laraskë: Is that what they're calling it now? Stressful? [Silence.] Dr. Laraskë: Look, I know from the outside it must look like the stupidest possible situation for researchers to be dropping out like flies, but… none of this shit is easy. None of us talk to each other anymore, but that doesn't make a damn difference to this thing. [Pause.] Nothing's sacred. Dr. Glass: Could you… elaborate on what you mean by that? Dr. Laraskë: Found one of the junior provisional researchers crying at their workstation for the second time last night, after that thing about 2678. He'd seen the video, heard the logs, apparently. Used to be assigned to it. Poor kid nearly lost his lunch seeing it again. I told him to take the rest of the day off. Dr. Glass: That's kind of you. Dr. Laraskë: [Scoffs.] It's humane, is what it is. That's how people are supposed to treat other human beings. [Pause.] Can I smoke in here? Dr. Glass: No. You seem to be very concerned about your team. Dr. Laraskë: Shit. Well, we all found out A███████'s cheating on his wife the other night. 5403 posted all the juicy details. Like I said, nothing's sacred. We don't need to know all his personal shit, you know? Especially not written by a hyperactive— Dr. Glass: I'm asking about you, Doctor. How this is affecting you. I know you care about your team, but… [Silence.] Dr. Laraskë: Like I said, Simon. How do you think? I'm at the epicenter of all this bullshit. I'm just keeping my head down, okay? Dr. Glass: [Sighs.] You've been the head of Chi-11 for over a month now. You're well within your right to transfer out or take a break from the project if it's troubling you. Dr. Laraskë: The thing is, I don't want to. Everyone here is—they've… they've been in the field at some point. Seen shit. Not that I haven't, but… I'm just straight out of MIT, holed up in Site-15 in my cushy little cubicle, you know? Dr. Glass: Well, that isn't necessarily— Dr. Laraskë: So I can put up with this stupid website taking pictures of me, and ignoring what I have with Dr. Nyota so it can pretend I hook up with every man I work with. I can live with it, because it's even worse for the people who've actually been through the shit 5403 thinks is funny, or sexy, or cute, or whatever. If I'm not around to understand how this thing operates, and to give it someone to obsess over, then they'll have to get someone else to do it. [A chair scrapes audibly, and Dr. Laraskë sighs.] Dr. Laraskë: And, Simon, this sucks. I'm not putting anyone else through this. <End Log, 14:21:19 09/22/98> Closing Statement: Dr. Laraskë has stated the intent to remain at her leadership position in STF Chi-11 indefinitely. Psychological evaluations should continue as planned. The following post was uploaded to SCP-5403 shortly after the evaluation concluded. xX~HATECLUB~Xx on 09/22/1998, 2:35 UGHHHHH!!!! THAT UGLY BITCH LARASKE FUCKING RUINED MY OTP!!!!1!! [PHOTO REDACTED]6 I HATE her so much she's such a stupid WHORE >:((((( all she does is get in the way of my ships!!!! I hope she gets trapped in her stupid office when an scp breaches containment and she DIES!1!!! or at least the foundation figures out that she's a slut who keeps getting in the way of my precious babies falling in love and GETS RID OF HER 4EVER!!!!! >:PPP PLZZZZ JUST KILL HER OFF ALREADY!!!! S!MT!!OE!!! Addendum 5403-4: On October 26, 2009, G███████, the hosting service for SCP-5403, was shut down permanently by its parent company. Archives of SCP-5403 do not retain its anomalous properties, and no new posts have been made. Public archives of SCP-5403 have been removed under the cover story of copyright infringement. SCP-5403 reclassified as Neutralized. STF Chi-11 has been disbanded. SCP-5403's research team lead, Dr. Laraskë, has recused herself from continued observation of pages flagged by SCP-5403's former dedicated webcrawler. She has been granted an extended leave of absence. _ You have (1) unread messagesYou have (0) unread messages From: pics.noitadnuof|NOMEAD-OHCYT30AHPLA#pics.noitadnuof|NOMEAD-OHCYT30AHPLA To: pics.noitadnuof|eksaral.a#pics.noitadnuof|eksaral.a Subject: ALERT: WEBCRAWLER FLAG [SCP-5403] The following is an automated message for: DR. A. LARASKË. Do not reply to this message. ALERT: Site archiveofourown.org flagged for high SCP-5403 keyword density. Please review attached capture(s) for evidence of anomalous activity. _ Attachments (1): ALPHA03TYCHO-FLAGGED-SCP-5403-25-05-2010.pngAttachments (1): ALPHA03TYCHO-FLAGGED-SCP-5403-25-05-2010.png Footnotes 1. A stationary task force in Site-15 formed for the purposes of containing, documenting, and communicating with SCP-5403. 2. A Berryman-Langford sleep agent submitted to the guestbook section was removed after 6 minutes, suggesting that its primary effect failed to activate. 3. Posted approximately two hours after STF Chi-11 began operations. 4. All images of personnel have been redacted by request due to privacy concerns. 5. During their tenure with MTF Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox"), Researcher Hoffman sustained critical injuries while in the line of duty. As a result of these injuries, their left leg was amputated at the knee during a lifesaving operation. 6. Identified by Dr. Laraskë as an image of herself lying in bed at her residence. Notably, the image has been crudely defaced with red pixelated markings. |
SCP-5404 | keter | PeppersGhost SCP-5404 - Linguistic Minefield Boom-Boom Words by PeppersGhost More by this author Item #: SCP-5404 How To Make Safe: Please do not talk about SCP-5404 ("boom-boom words"). No making words about boom-boom words on computers or not-computers. In the time that is now, we are not having smart-knowing about which words go boom-boom. To keep everyone being safely alive, please make not normal talk style. Words and bunches of words that are in red are known to go boom-boom. Remember to never ever assemble them. Remember to always make two "boom-boom" with an in-between hyphen. Other styles of making this meaning will go boom-boom. New Thing: Sometimes safe is made to not be safe. Always test with boom-boom computer. What It Is: "Boom-Boom words" ("letter-clusters") is a thing that makes some bunches of letter-clusters make a boom-boom when you put some letter-clusters by other letter-clusters, but only when the thing you are making about is boom-boom letter-clusters themselves. Sometimes just a single cluster of letters will go boom-boom. Only when making mouth sounds or making symbol mouth sounds will letter clusters go boom-boom. Reproducing old before-times mouth sound records is safe, but only goes a certain amount of safety. All Foundation computer-symbol letter-clusters are saved right at the time of making, so if you see red bunches of letter-clusters, it means mistake happened. Trying-Things-Out Log: We have computer arms make button-hits on computer letters to try out what makes boom-boom. What you can look at under this is just a small bunch for example to show how not-safe boom-boom letter-clusters are. Thing to make happen Happened? special containment procedures Bad s pec ial conta inment proced ures Bad $p3cial c0ntainm3nt pr8cedure5 Bad spesh cont pro Good1 ecialspay ontainmentcay ocedurespray Bad2 explosive Bad word Good sentence Bad detonate Bad boom Bad boom-boom Good be careful Bad be making safe Good word Bad3 More Thing: Boom-boom letter clusters made by don't-like-us group. New styles of boom-boom letter clusters keep happening. It gets more bad again and again. If boom-boom letter-clusters started to happen when making mouth-sounds about things that aren't boom-boom letter-clusters, world could boom-boom. The Big In-Charge Group has made it happen that trying-things-out and looking-into must keep being happen to stop don't-like-us group and safely keep world not being boom-boom. They make unlikely demands. Tiamat is maybe. For the now-time, Eshu stands. We keep-out. We keep-in. We keep-safe. Big In-Charge Group #08 Footnotes 1. Letter-cluster style gave struggle. 2. Maybe looks like meaning-tied? Intention? 3. Good before, bad now. Be making safe. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "LEFT OUT TO ENSURE SAFE BEING" by PeppersGhost, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5404. 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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