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SCP-5405 | euclid | A tree found within SCP-5405. Item #: SCP-5405 Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding SCP-5405 is to be monitored at all times for signs of anomalous flora or fauna. The perimiter of SCP-5405 should be surrounded by a six meter high wall. Area 12-5405 is positioned on the north end of the barrier, to provide an entry point to SCP-5405 and also to serve as a base for personnel. If any unidentified lifeforms are detected, security stationed at Area 12-5405 are to be dispatched to check for possible anomalous threats. Should a confirmed breach have occured, MTF Umbra-6 "Harsh Critics" are to be deployed to the area immediately to search for signs of breached flora or fauna. Any personnel entering SCP-5405 should wear protective equipment suited to a toxic environment. Should any spread of SCP-5405 be detected, a squad of MTF Umbra-6 should be deployed to the area, equipped with a Scranton Reality Anchor, and necessary equipment to remove a section of SCP-5405. Should the breach be flora, flame-based suppression is effective. If anomalous fauna breaches, standard anti-personnel weaponry should be used. Any personnel returning from SCP-5405 should receive a full decontamination, and their protective equipment should be checked for breaks and tears. SCP-5405-1 should be kept within a sealed containment chamber, and all contact is to be made only with protective gear suited to dealing with a class-3 infectious object. Description: SCP-5405 is a 50 square kilometer area of northern Canada. Subjects who enter SCP-5405 often find that once within the radius of its effect, the zone grows considerably, suggesting a non-euclidean space. An entirely different ecosystem has developed inside SCP-5405, often conflicting with logic or nature in impossible ways. The sky inside of SCP-5405 follows the same day cycle as Earth, albeit with no visible source of light. The light within SCP-5405 is considerably brighter than natural sunlight during the day, with transitions to night within a very short period. At night, the only source of light is bioluminescent flora, which reveals a blue fog that fills SCP-5405. The weather system within SCP-5405 is chaotic and random, often changing from high pressure fronts to low pressure within seconds. Rain and wind occur seemingly at random. Winds are often strong, and the weather can go from still to around 60km/h winds in seconds. Any rain that occurs within SCP-5405 occurs with no visible source, as no clouds have been observed in the sky of SCP-5405. The geography of SCP-5405 is unsuited to plant life, with few sedimentary layers. Analysis of the area shows that there is a thin layer of soil above bedrock. This prevents detailed root structures required for standard flora inhabiting SCP-5405 from forming, thus resulting in many fallen trees or plants due to the strong winds. However, whenever personnel find an example of a fallen tree or plant, the affected flora always disappears within 24 hours, even when observed. Soon after such an event, personnel often find fully grown trees that should have taken years to grow fully formed within a single day. In this way, the population of flora within SCP-5405 seems to never change dramatically. This majorly affects personnel's ability to map SCP-5405, as the layout of flora, and even of landmass, is always shifting. The inside of SCP-5405 is populated by many species of anomalous flora and fauna, varying considerably in type. Many species within are seemingly unsuited to their environment, and in a non-anomalous situation would quickly become extinct. Many fauna expire within SCP-54051, but through unknown anomalous means, the population never seems to decrease. Some examples of flora documented within SCP-5405 include: A species of tree that seemingly grows roots upwards as well as downwards, wrapping the trunk in odd extrusions.2 Threat Level: Low to none A species of small fungi that reacts negatively to water, seemingly relying on a dry environment to survive. The fungi seems to have difficulty remaining healthy due to the non-arid environment of SCP-5405. Threat Level: Low to none A type of shrub that has razor-edged leaves, able to slice through most material.3 Threat Level: Moderate A type of shrub that grows stems from the ends of its leaves, creating long, fragile branches in many directions. This often results in many snapped branches, which leak a clear green liquid. Threat Level: Low to none A grass that becomes bioluminescent upon nightfall. Tests have revealed that it requires nightfall, not darkness, suggesting a natural way for the flora to record time. Threat Level: Low to none Some examples of fauna documented within SCP-5405 include: A carnivorous bipedal species, seemingly adapted to ambush hunting. It stands at approximately 7 feet tall, and has no other limbs apart from its legs, which end in footless stumps. Tests have confirmed it to be vaguely canine in nature. Strangely for a carnivore, it seems to have difficulty walking and often fails to catch food or cause any serious damage. The species seems to frequently injure itself when it falls, and has difficulty righting itself. Subjects are often found extremely malnourished due to failure to catch prey. Threat Level: Moderate A quadrupedal omnivore, avian in nature. Oddly enough for an avian species, it has no sign of wings or vestiges of wings. No feathers have been noticed on the creature, instead it has lumpy, soft skin similar to that of birds. It has a single camel-like hump in the centre of its back, which seems to be without purpose. No aggression has been noticed, suggesting it is supposed to be a scavenger. What it scavenges is unknown due to the high decomposition rate within SCP-5405. Threat Level: Low A small round species with no visible limbs, features, or orifices. Its diet is unknown, and it is covered in scales similar to those of a snake or reptile. The creature's only source of movement is its ability to roll at high speeds. With no visible way of breeding or eating, it is unknown how these creatures survive, but they seem to live in complex underground burrows. Subjects taken into captivity die in a matter of hours, and subterranean scans have revealed huge piles of decomposing corpses within these burrows, suggesting that the species has a very short lifespan. Threat Level: Low to none A large mammalian species, unknown diet. Octopedic in nature, the creature has legs over nine meters long. Due to a fragile bone structure, it seems to often break its bones, although they heal in a matter of seconds, resulting in twisted, unique structures to their bodies. These strange formations often cause extreme pain and discomfort for subjects, and they are often noted to lack motivation to move or flee from predators. No mouth or other orifice is visible through which food could be consumed, although the tips of its legs seem to absorb nutrients from soil in a manner similar to plant roots. Threat Level: Low A bipedal species, diet unknown. Its only limbs are its two legs, there is no sign of any other growths or extrusions. Tests have revealed it is incredibly light, weighing only 830 grams. Upon sighting another lifeform, it will unfurl several flaps of skin from its body, creating large surface areas which provide lift upon movement. Due to its light weight, it is at the mercy of winds and weather, often resulting in injury due to impact against trees or rocks. Oddly for a living species, it has no way of naturally healing itself. Several subjects have been taken into custody for further testing. Threat Level: Low A bacterial species, found in extremely high numbers within SCP-5405. Tests show that the bacteria consumes dead material at a vastly accelerated rate compared to that of regular bacteria. This results in corpses or bodies decomposing in as short a time as several hours. The bacteria is also responsible for manifesting a slight toxin, that seems to affect fauna only, resulting in open sores that bleed profusely. Threat Level: High No sentient creatures exist inside of SCP-5405. Only one sentient creature has been discovered inside of SCP-5405. To date there have been no other examples of sentient life, and no sign that the subject, designated SCP-5405-1, is part of a larger species or group. SCP-5405-1 is a humanoid entity, approximately 6ft tall. The creature has approximately human proportions, with a few exceptions. The subject's bone structure appears to lack cartilage or joint cushioning. This results in jolting and painful movement, although SCP-5405-1 appears to be accustomed to this. SCP-5405-1 has a single finger in place of multiple, greatly thicker than a normal human finger, resulting in a primitive claw-like hand. SCP-5405-1's facial features are very similar to that of a human, with only a few differences. SCP-5405-1 has no sign of a nose or other olfactory organ, and its ears are set several inches further back on its head. This seems to serve little purpose, and only weakens its frontal hearing. SCP-5405-1 also shows signs of advanced infection from the aforementioned anomalous bacteria. Communication with SCP-5405-1 has been established through spoken language. The subject seems to have a spoken language very similar to English, although very simplified and poorly structured. SCP-5405-1 shows knowledge of complex concepts such as leadership, hunting, and writing, even though it has had no exposure to such ideas. Interview with SCP-5405-1 Hide interview SCP-5405-1 interview Interviewer: Dr. Malloc <Begin Log, [2210 hours, 9/21/████]> Interviewer: Sighs. Good evening SCP-5405-1. How are you? SCP-5405-1: Cold. Bright. Scared. Interviewer: That's nice. We'd like to ask you a few questions, so let's get this over with before it gets too late. How would you describe your time within SCP-5405? SCP-5405-1: Want stick. Draw stick and bark. SCP-5405-1 is provided with a pencil and paper. Interviewer: Alright, let's try again. How would you describe your time within SCP-5405? SCP-5405-1: Scared. Fight. Run. Many hunt. Angry. Interviewer: You hunted, or were hunted? SCP-5405-1: Hunted by things. Big things. Many things. Scared. Angry. Interviewer: Did you ever find any creatures that didn't attack you? SCP-5405-1: Yes. Small. Big. Legs. Interviewer: Did you hunt those creatures? SCP-5405-1: No. No hunt. Interviewer: What did you eat? SCP-5405-1 shows visible confusion. SCP-5405-1: No eat. No hunt. Interviewer: You didn't eat? How did you survive? SCP-5405-1: Not eaten. Interviewer: What about food for you? Where did you find food? SCP-5405-1: No need food. Food for hunters. Interviewer: [To personnel away from mic] Can someone get me some damn coffee? Might as well be comfortable. [To SCP-5405-1] Can you clarify? Why didn't you need food? SCP-5405-1: King give food. King give bad food. Interviewer: King? What do you mean? SCP-5405-1: King. Big king. King not like me. King strong. SCP-5405-1 uses the pencil to draw a crude circle, with a man standing below it. SCP-5405-1 gestures to the circle. King. King strong but stupid. Angry at king. Interviewer: I don't understand. Was this king with you there? SCP-5405-1: Yes. No. No understand. King always there and never there. Interviewer: Was he… imaginary? SCP-5405-1 becomes visibly frustrated, banging its hands on the ground. SCP-5405-1: No! No imaginary! Real! No there but real! If no real, no here! Interviewer: Okay, okay, calm down. What did this king do? SCP-5405-1: Make. King make things. King make trees and animals. King bad at make. King stupid. King things hurt. When animals hurt King make more. When plants hurt King make more. King make hunters. King make plants. King make everything. SCP-5405-1 pauses for a moment. King make me. Interviewer: I see. Was there anything the king didn't make? SCP-5405-1: You. This. SCP-5405-1 taps the ground, then the paper and pencil. This place. King make and make but can't make right. King things break. So he make more but more things bad too. SCP-5405-1 seems frustrated. Interviewer: Why does king- sorry. Why does this king make things? SCP-5405-1: King want this. This. SCP-5405-1 gestures to the room. King want make this. King want make you and other things. King can't. So King try make new things. New things no work. King try again. Things no work again. King no understand these things. Once again, SCP-5405-1 taps the pencil and paper, then points at the interviewer. King make more, make me. I angry at king. King- Interviewer: [Interrupts] Let me rephrase; what does the king want? SCP-5405-1: King want be like other kings. King want make things. But king stupid, king bad at making. Interviewer: Okay, that's all we need for today. We'll see you again with some more questions, SCP-5405-1. SCP-5405-1: SCP-5405-1 becomes agitated. No go! No go! King take! Me no go back! SCP-5405-1 lunges at the glass, and is subdued. Noted was a sudden increase of activity from the various sores across SCP-5405-1's body. Note: I want a transfer. I have a goddamn Ph.D, I shouldn't be babysitting some creature with the brain of a toddler. - Dr. Malloc Following this, security was doubled on SCP-5405-1's cell. Despite this, by the following day, SCP-5405-1 was reported missing. Full searches of the site revealed no sign of forced exit, and no sign of SCP-5405-1. Should SCP-5405-1 be detected in SCP-5405, it is to be detained again and questioned. Footnotes 1. Corpses decompose at a vastly accelerated rate due to extremely high levels of bacteria. 2. See image above 3. This has resulted in the loss of approximately $████ worth of important research equipment to date. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5405" by Researcher Calloway, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5405. 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: TreeForest2.png Name: The roots wrap around the tree, weird atmosphere… Les racines entourent et étouffent le pauvre arbre, bizarre Author: Richard Mc Neil License: CC BY 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5406 | euclid | #page-content .collapsible-block { position: relative; padding: 0.5em; margin: 0.5em; box-shadow: 2px 1.5px 1px rgba(176,16,0,0.7), 0 0 0px 1px lightgrey; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: black; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align:center; } .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: center; color: dimgrey; } .collapsible-block-link { font-weight: bold; color: dimgrey; text-align: center; } .addendumbox { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; box-shadow:0 2px 5px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16),0 2px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.12); } .material-box { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; border: 1px lightgrey solid; box-shadow: 1px 2px 2px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16); } .material-box blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .wiki-content-table { width: 100%; } .addendumbox blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .addendumtitle { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; } .maintitle { margin-bottom: 10px; color: black; } .scp-header { text-align: center; font-size:x-large; color:#b01; } .addenda-header { width: 100%; border-bottom: 2px black solid; color: black; } .scp-info { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; font-size:large; } .scp-info-box { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; } .object-info { color:black; align-self: flex-end; font-size: large; } .title-style { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; font-size: large; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; } .update-div-empty { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; color: lightgrey; } .update-div { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; } .computed { border: 1px black solid; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .computed:before { content:"Computed Code"; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .rawcode { border: black solid 1px; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .rawcode:before{ content:"Raw Code"; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .codebox { display: inline-block; width: 100%; text-align: center; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em, .yui-navset .yui-nav a em{ padding: 0.25em .75em; top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected { margin: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: gainsboro; text-decoration: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: none; background-image: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a { background: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li{ margin: 0px; } #page-content .licensebox .collapsible-block { position: unset; padding: unset; margin: unset; box-shadow: unset; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align: left; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: left; color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-link { color: inherit; text-align: left; } close Info X SCP-5406 "Duck Dividends" by: DrAkimoto ★ DrAkimoto's Author Page ★ 95.39% (+62) 4.61% (-3) -% (+0) -% (-0) 1/5406 LEVEL 1/5406 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5406 Euclid An SCP-5406 instance. Special Containment Procedures All known SCP-5406 instances are collectively held within Aquatic Containment Habitat Alpha at Site-402. Instances are to receive the standard maintenance required for their species (see Parazoology Maintenance Manual 78c). New instances are to be provided anatine housing units upon containment/birth; each unit is to have a numerical symbol printed on the surface, designating the instance. Description Anatine housing unit of an SCP-5406 instance. SCP-5406 is a species of molluskoid organisms currently inhabiting large hollow rubber ducks1. Observed instances range in size from approximately ten to twelve meters in length. The rubber ducks the instances reside within are identical to each other., approximately eight meters in height and five meters in length, and composed of a waterproof synthetic rubber. An infant SCP-5406 instance, approximately one meter long. Utilizing the aperture constructed in the underside of the anatine housing units, an SCP-5406 instance will use their foot appendage for aquatic locomotion. Once in a stationary position, the SCP-5406 instance retracts its foot and will protrude its head from the cavity to consume nutrients from the water. SCP-5406 instances seek nourishment from petroleum contaminated waters. Instances glean this nourishment by ingesting up to 200 litres of contaminated water per hour. Enzymes within the SCP-5406 instance break down and absorb the petroleum within the water before expelling the excess (and now clean) fluid. Discovery An SCP-5406 instance in Hakata Bay. On 2018/07/20, the Fukuoka Prefectural Police (FPP) received several reports of large rubber ducks approaching the city of Fukuoka and congesting waterways. During their investigation, the FPP was contacted by the Fukuoka Fun Factory, which claimed that 25 of their 50 rubber duck flotation units had been stolen from their enclosure on an inlet of Hakata Bay. The first SCP-5406 instance was discovered when a local fishing boat attempted to remove a rubber duck from the inlet. Foundation assets intercepted the police report regarding the incident, which included photographic evidence of SCP-5406. In conjunction with the Prefecture government, the investigation was reallocated to Foundation assets. Foundation investigative agents were sent to investigate the civilian company known as Fukuoka Fun Factory for possible connections to the origin of the SCP-5406. A total of 56 SCP-5406 instances were found within the factory's aquatic enclosure. Genetic analysis indicated that SCP-5406 is an undiscovered relative of the modern Aplacophora, mutated through continuous exposure to the factory's waste products, most of which were petroleum-based. Through litigious and financial pressure, the Foundation forced Fukuoka Fun Factory to sell their manufacturing facility as well as the aquatic enclosure. After significant modification, Site-402 was established on the property and Aquatic Containment Habitat Alpha around the aquatic enclosure. Site-402 Report Site-402. Site-402 functions as a containment facility for SCP-5406 instances, as well a manufacturing facility for anatine housing units required by new instances. The public branch of Site-402, the Solutions for Contaminative Petroleum Project, is responsible for securing civilian contracts to expurgate petroleum-related aquatic contamination sites. Once a contract is secured, a Foundation Concealment Team will secure the perimeter of the contamination site and prevent civilian observation of the purging process. Aquatic Transportation Vessel Collipso-1 will transport the required number of SCP-5406 instance to the site, at which time it will release them. A temporary containment net will be established around the instances until the completion of the purging process. Once the process is complete, instances are returned to Site-402. In conjunction with the Department of External Affairs, the Solutions for Contaminative Petroleum Project collaborates with municipal governments to carry out Sollemnitas Protocols. ❏ Sollemnitas Protocols ❏ ❐ Sollemnitas Protocols ❐ An SCP-5406 instance during Sollemnitas Protocols. The Solutions for Contaminative Petroleum Project is to organize public events in coastal regions heavily affected by petroleum-based pollution. Foundation front company Sakura's Celebrations and Parades is to act as an intermediary between the Solutions for Contaminative Petroleum Project and public businesses. Sakura's Celebrations and Parades is to solicit local vendors to provide food and beverages to civilians in the area. In addition, portable restroom facilities, child-friendly attractions, alcohol vendors, and other local event-oriented businesses are to be employed. During the event, SCP-5406 instances will be monitored at all times, with a perimeter established to prevent civilians from directly accessing the instances. As the day continues, Foundation personnel operating small boats surrounding SCP-5406 instances are to slowly herd the instances away from civilian population centers. The SCP-5406 instances are then to be collectively gathered and stored within Aquatic Transportation Vessel Collipso-1 and returned to Site-401. Under no circumstances is the biological nature of SCP-5406 instance to be revealed and are to remain known as rubber duck flotation units housing a cutting-edge water purification system. The Solutions for Contaminative Petroleum Project has completed Sollemnitas Protocols in the following cities(2) Keelung City, Taiwan (2) Kaohsiung City, Taiwan (1) Fukuoka, Japan (1) Incheon, South Korea (2) Yeosu, South Korea (1) Seoul, South Korea (3) Sydney, Australia (2) As payment, the Solutions for Contaminative Petroleum Project collects 40% of all proceeds earned during the Sollemnitas Protocols. The Solutions for Contaminative Petroleum Project earns Site-402 an annual budget surplus of approximately $45,000,000 USD, far exceeding the $5,000,000 annual cost of operations. Due to the financial and ecological benefits of the program, Site-402 has been approved to continue operations until 2030, at which time its status will be reevaluated. Footnotes 1. Also known as an anatine housing unit. 2. The number of Sollemnitas Protocols completed in the area. |
SCP-5407 | safe | #page-content .collapsible-block { position: relative; padding: 0.5em; margin: 0.5em; box-shadow: 2px 1.5px 1px rgba(176,16,0,0.7), 0 0 0px 1px lightgrey; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: black; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align:center; } .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: center; color: dimgrey; } .collapsible-block-link { font-weight: bold; color: dimgrey; text-align: center; } .addendumbox { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; box-shadow:0 2px 5px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16),0 2px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.12); } .material-box { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; border: 1px lightgrey solid; box-shadow: 1px 2px 2px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16); } .material-box blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .wiki-content-table { width: 100%; } .addendumbox blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .addendumtitle { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; } .maintitle { margin-bottom: 10px; color: black; } .scp-header { text-align: center; font-size:x-large; color:#b01; } .addenda-header { width: 100%; border-bottom: 2px black solid; color: black; } .scp-info { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; font-size:large; } .scp-info-box { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; } .object-info { color:black; align-self: flex-end; font-size: large; } .title-style { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; font-size: large; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; } .update-div-empty { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; color: lightgrey; } .update-div { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; } .computed { border: 1px black solid; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .computed:before { content:"Computed Code"; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .rawcode { border: black solid 1px; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .rawcode:before{ content:"Raw Code"; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .codebox { display: inline-block; width: 100%; text-align: center; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em, .yui-navset .yui-nav a em{ padding: 0.25em .75em; top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected { margin: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: gainsboro; text-decoration: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: none; background-image: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a { background: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li{ margin: 0px; } #page-content .licensebox .collapsible-block { position: unset; padding: unset; margin: unset; box-shadow: unset; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align: left; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: left; color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-link { color: inherit; text-align: left; } close Info X SCP-5407 "нектар" by: DrAkimoto ★ DrAkimoto's Author Page ★ 94.5% (+103) 5.5% (-6) -% (+0) -% (-0) 4/5407 LEVEL 4/5407 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5407 Safe Special Containment Procedures The Foundation's supply of SCP-5407 is packaged and held within Biohazard Storage Locker-47 at Site-51. Testing of SCP-5407 is strictly forbidden. Mobile Task Force Gamma-44 ("Meat Lockers") is currently tasked with investigating and dismantling all possible GoI-0432 ("The Hunter's Black Lodge")1 cells located within the Western United States. Members are to be considered dangerous, and on-sight termination has been approved whenever necessary. Description SCP-5407 sample. SCP-5407 is a biological substance used as a recreational drug known as Nectar (нектар). Though the exact method used is unknown, SCP-5407 is manufactured using a complex carnomantic ritual. Individuals under the influence of SCP-5407 experience an effect similar to that generated by heroin and other Class 3 opiates, including intense euphoria, lethargy, and disorientation. These effects are more potent and have a longer duration when compared to standard opiates. SCP-5407 remains within the user's blood for approximately five days, though trace amounts of inert materials are stored within fat cells. Withdrawal symptoms will begin to develop after approximately six days of use discontinuation. Withdrawal from SCP-5407 develops in four stages, which are as follows: Subject in Stage Two of SCP-5407 withdrawal. Stage One: A rash similar in appearance to atopic dermatitis2 will spread over 95% of the body. Stage Two: Areas of the body affected by rash will develop necrosis. Stage Three: Large fleshy protrusions will form randomly throughout the body. Stage Four: Systemic organ failure, followed by death. Aside from reintroducing SCP-5407 to the individual's system, there is no known method of counteracting withdrawal symptoms once infected. Discovery On 2019/08/23, the Alaskan branch of the Drug Enforcement Agency (DEA) apprehended Milo Igorvich for possession of 25 kg of SCP-5407, which they mistook for heroin. The following video was sent to the Foundation by assets within the DEA: ❏ Video Log ❏ ❐ Video Log ❐ Date: 2019/08/25 Interviewer: DEA Special Agent Kyle White Interviewed: Milo Igorvich Location: DEA field office, Nome Alaska. [BEGIN LOG] [Agent White and Milo Igorvich are sitting at a metal table; Mr. Igorvich is restrained to the chair via handcuffs.] Agent White: Okay, Mr. Igorvich, let's get down to it. You're going to be charged with drug trafficking and conspiracy, I'm giving you this opportunity to allow us to help you. [Igorvich remains silent.] Agent White: Come on, Milo, we've got you and we got your dope, that's plenty enough to lock you up. Just tell us where you got the dope, who you're working for, and maybe we can work something out. Igorvich: твоя мама дала это мне. (Your mother gave it to me.) Agent White: In English Milo, stop fucking around. Igorvich: если мой язык смущает тебя, я могу позволить тебе позаимствовать его. (If my tongue confuses you, I can let you borrow it.) Agent White: We have two of your runners down in lockup, local boys, you should've known, they wouldn't stay quiet forever. Just tell me what you know about your boss… "Beelzebub", they called him. Igorvich: Эти мальчики будут мертвы к концу дня, как и вы. (These boys will be dead by the end of the day, just like you.) Agent White: I've had enough of this, you can talk to a translator in federal lockup, for all I care. [As Agent White stands, Igorvich proceeds to bite down on his own tongue, severing it.] Agent White: Jesus, fuck! [White runs to the door and opens it.] Get a bus down here– we got a code orange! [Mr. Igorvich laughs as blood spills from his mouth.] Agent White: Just what we ne– W-what the fuck is that? [Mr. Igovich's tongue animates and sprouts leg-like appendages; similar to arachnid legs in structure and composed of muscle tissue and bone. Igorvich continues to laugh.] Agent White: I sure as shit didn't sign up for– [Cutting him off, the tongue lunges at Agent White landing on his face. The tongue pries open the Agent's jaw, which audibly breaks, before crawling into his mouth and down his throat. Agent White collapses to the ground.] Milo Igorvich sits in silence for ten minutes. [Two men enter the room, later confirmed to be Demetre Moro and Constantine Peplov, known members of GoI-0432.] Moro: мы решили, что вам может понадобиться помощь. (We decided you might need help.) [Peplov points to Agent White who is convulsing on the floor.] Peplov: Кажется, он контролирует ситуацию. (He seems to be in control.) [All three men laugh as a large chitinous organism rips through Agent White's chest. The organism then crawls to Mr. Igorvich and sits on his lap. Moro leans into the camera before gesturing with his middle finger. The video abruptly terminates.] [END LOG] The emergency responders found a total of 23 dead DEA agents within the compound. No trace of SCP-5407 or the three assailants were found. Following this incident, the Foundation began a full investigation into a possible GoI-0432 cell operating within Alaska. MTF Gamma-44 was dispatched to lead the investigation, in conjunction with a special task force of the DEA. Operation Dust-Bust GoI-0432's Alaskan compound. The investigation into GoI-0432 activities within Alaska revealed a substantial drug distribution network in the cities of Anchorage, Juneau, Fairbanks, and Seattle. MTF Gamma-44 traced the operation to a compound located 2 km outside of Cordova, Alaska. On 2019/10/16, Operation Dust-Bust began, with the explicit goal of raiding the GoI-0432 compound and dismantling their operation. At 05:00 GMT, a Joint Task Force consisting of MTF Gamma-44, MTF Xi-8 ("The Last to Fall"), and Mobile Strike Force Bravo-5 ("Deaf Hand") initiated the operation. Over the next seven hours, the JTF apprehended 14 GoI-0432 operatives and terminated an additional 28, while enduring a total of 18 casualties of their own. At 13:30 GMT, the compound was fully under Foundation control and the operation was declared successful. During the subsequent investigation of the compound, the sublevel responsible for the production of SCP-5407 was discovered. The following is a video transcript of the discovery: ❏ Video Log ❏ ❐ Video Log ❐ Date: 2019/10/17 Depicted: Agent Kyle Roads, Agent Philip Chandler [BEGIN LOG] Roads: Is that thing on? [Agent Chandler motions with a "thumbs-up".] Roads: Alright, so as far as we can tell, this is where the magic happens. [Roads spreads his arms.] [The camera pans to show several conveyor belts with packages of SCP-5407. In the center of the room, a large pile of SCP-5407 can be seen; several shovels are stuck into it. Agent Roads walks to the mound before whistling.] Roads: This has to be what? Two, maybe three tons of this shit? These guys weren't fucking around. [Agent Roads turns to face the camera] Roads: This is definitely where they're packaging the stuff, still no clue how they're making it. Chandler: They could be producing it off-site and shipping th– [A stream of SCP-5407 is falling behind Agent Roads.] Roads: What is it? [The camera pans up as Agent Chandler points towards the ceiling.] Roads: Ho-ly Shit. [A total of 200 human bodies are fused into a large fleshy sheet across the ceiling. Each body's stomach is fully distended and featuring a large slit. All internal digestive organs have been pulled from the bodies' mouths and fused to the space between each instance.] Chandler: You don't think? Roads: Yeah, I'm pretty sure tha– [Several of the bodies' stomach orifices open and small streams of SCP-5407 fall from them.] Roads: Yup, that answers that. [The camera pans back to Agent Roads.] Roads: We've managed to shut down their operation and seized their means of production. Chandler: How do yo- [Roads' radio crackles, interrupting Chandler.] Radio: Can you two get up here, Borov's already killed three containment specs. He's not coming quietly, so it looks like we're doing this the hard way. [The camera pans back to the ceiling and zooms in on a single body. The body's eyes open and the instance begins to struggle against the flesh fused to it. Tears are streaming from the body's eyes.] Roads: Yeah, we're on the way. Send the containment boys down to sublevel two– we found, something. [As the agents exit the room they are faced with Milo Igorvich crouching over a body. Igorvich stands and faces the Agents, blood and viscera fall from his mouth.] Igorvich: о да, так много вкусных тюремщиков. (Oh yes, so many delicious Jailers.) [Roads' radio crackles as he activates it.] Roads: We ne– [The sounds of breaking bones is heard as Igorvich's arm extends, grabbing Agent Roads by the throat. The arm rapidly detracts, leaving a gaping hole in the Agent's neck. Roads gurgles as he collapses to the ground.] Igorvich: нужно звать на помощь, я скоро доберусь до ваших друзей. (No need to call for help, I will get to your friends soon enough.) [Chandler fires four explosive rounds into Igorvich's abdomen, the detonation bisects him horizontally. Chandler rushes over to secure Agent Road's radio.] Chandler: [Radio crackles.] I've got a man down on sublevel two, hostile enemies may still be lurking in the lower lev– [Igorvich laughs as large arachnid-like appendages rip from his torso, lifting his upper half from the ground.] Igorvich: потребуется больше, чтобы убить паука. (It will take much more to kill this spider.) [Chandler fires six more rounds into Igorvich's head and chest; his headless remains crumble into a smoldering pile.] Radio: Roads, Chandler, come in– We are sending a squad down, what's your status? Chandler: Roads is dead and the hostile is down– On route to assist with Borov. Radio: Negative. Borov has been contained. Wait at your location. Chandler: Understood. [END LOG] Operation Dust-Bust yielded approximately 2.5 metric tons of SCP-5407, 12 anomalous items, 200 million dollars, and over 100 documents and non-anomalous artifacts related to Sarkicism. All detained GoI-0432 members, including the cell's leader Mikkel Borov (POI-R606/1), have been relocated to Site-51. The bodies used to create SCP-5407 were cut from the ceiling, thoroughly examined, and incinerated. Incident Report On 2019/10/23, the Foundation flagged reports of nearly 3,000 SCP-5407 withdrawal-related deaths, in Alaska and Washington state. Further investigation led to the discovery of an additional 4,000 victims displaying early withdrawal symptoms. An interrogation was conducted on POI-R606/1, who was sealed in a biological containment unit. The following is an audio transcript of the interrogation: ❏ Audio Log ❏ ❐ Audio Log ❐ POI-R606/1. Date: 2019/10/24 Interrogator: Interrogation Specialist Frederick Night Interrogee: POI-R606/1 - Mikkel Borov R606/1: So, the flies start falling and the Jailors come calling? повезло мне. (Lucky me.) Night: Yes, lucky you, let get this over with, Borov. How do we stop the withdrawals? R606/1: [Snickering.] Well, that's pretty easy, they need the нектар. Or, you could just release me and I ensure you the withdrawals will stop. Night: Oh? That does sound pretty simple. Unfortunately for you, that's not an option, Borov, and you know it. R606/1: Here's what I know, Jailor: you have no choice in the matter. You think you've put a stop to this– but you've barely scratched the surface. Night: Empty threats and misdirection isn't going to get you out of this cell. You might as well cut the shit. R606/1: You really understand nothing, you think you hold all the cards, that you have things figured out? Laughable ignorance; but such is expected from the likes of the koljatmertä (Unclean). Night: Then enlighten me, Borov, what's the big plan? R606/1: You have a total of six people in this facility currently under the influence of my нектар, correct? Night: How do– [R606/1 snaps his fingers.] R606/1: Why don't you see how many you have, now. [Specialist Night's radio crackles.] Security Officer: W-we've got a problem! The test subjects just, they just, they exploded. They're fucking everywhe– [the radio crackles as Night deactivates it.] R606/1: I've earned the nickname "lord of the flies" for a reason, my friend. So, how about we talk about my release? Night: You killing a few D-Class isn't getting you out of– R606/1: No, no, you still aren't seeing the big picture. By my calculations, we have about 200,000 customers on the West Coast alone. Each one forever bound to me. So, how about we paint the streets red? Night: Y-you wouldn't, that wou– R606/1: You think this is bluff? So be it, Night: No, no, no wait! R606/1: Yes? Night: What are your demands? R606/1: As I said, release me– now. Night: And what of your subordinates, you can't expect us– R606/1: Keep them. I have no use for fools incapable of stopping the likes of you. Night: I don't have the authority to make any deal with you. I'll have to speak to my supervisor. R606/1: Better hurry, we wouldn't want any more fallen flies, would we? [END LOG] Following this interrogation, the Foundation approved POI-R606/1's immediate termination. Utilizing Flash Fire Protocols, POI-R606/1 was instantly incinerated on a cellular level while in his cell. Inert SCP-5407 Sample. Approximately two minutes after the termination, the Foundation's supply of SCP-5407 underwent a rapid structural change, turning the substance black. Testing showed that SCP-5407 had lost its anomalous properties and became inert, though trace amounts of a previously unidentified bacterium were found. In the weeks following this incident, over 120,000 civilians on the Western Coast of the United States were diagnosed with Septicemic plague. The infected individuals were all exposed to SCP-5407 prior to infection. The Foundation, in conjunction with the Center for Disease Control (CDC) and DEA enacted Cover Story P67Y (Infectious Disease Outbreak). A joint CDC/DEA press conference was held claiming a large shipment of the drug heroin had been tainted by the Yersinia pestis bacterium, which led to the subsequent plague outbreak among drug users. To maintain normalcy, the Foundation is providing the CDC with substantial support in order to treat as many SCP-5407 victims as possible. Current death toll estimations are approximately 40,000. Act II: Exierunt ut Vinceret | In Memoria, Adytum Footnotes 1. A Neo-Sarkic criminal organization with ties to both the Russian Mafia and various other Neo-Sarkic cults. 2. Also known as Eczema |
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Fragments of SCP-5408-A material are held within Secure Radioactive Container 5 at Site-104. All information regarding the Mageírema Event and the Vela Incident1 is to be falsified and the events attributed to South African/Israeli nuclear testing. Description SCP-5408 and Provisional Site-Q33. SCP-5408 was a semi-organic entity of unknown origins that resembled a late 20th-century lighthouse, located on a small island in the Indian Ocean. The exact structures that allowed SCP-5408 to sustain life are unknown; sample analysis indicates it was composed of silicon, iron, organic tissue2, nickel, and strontium-90. Though composed of large quantities of strontium-90, SCP-5408 showed no signs of radioactivity on external sensors prior to the Mageírema Event. Four rectangular orifices were located along its vertical shaft that expelled an ammonium-nitrate compound every 14 hours. This process was theorized to be a byproduct of a respiratory system. SCP-5408 was capable of broadcasting a long-range radio transmission that originated from a large crystal housed at the summit(designated SCP-5408-A). SCP-5408-A was composed of a previously unknown organic crystalloid compound, capable of long-range communication. The transmissions broadcast from SCP-5408-A were a quadratic code system intermittent with theta waves; when decrypted the language used was a modern dialect of Kiswahili3. The housing surrounding SCP-5408-A was impenetrable, making pre-neutralization testing impossible. Discovery Location of SCP-5408. On 1978/12/21, Foundation satellite OU/556 detected a large spike in theta particles located on an island near Prince Edward Islands in the Indian Ocean. A Foundation exploratory team discovered SCP-5408 where no previous lighthouse was observed. Upon further investigation, the anomalous nature of SCP-5408 was discovered and Provisional Site-Q33 was constructed near the anomaly. Two weeks after the discovery of SCP-5408, the first SCP-5408-A broadcast was intercepted. A Foundation decryption team spent four weeks deciphering the transmission into Kiswahili and then English. The translation was as follows: Epoch special one time only. Biological inhabitants, 9.1 million variants. Many ingredients, very moist. Microwave delight prepared by none other than [Untranslatable]. Oxygen allergy beware. Only 13.6E18 [Untranslatable], buy now. Location upon reservation. Meal upon arrival. SCP-5408-A broadcasted this transmission every two weeks until 1979/09/12 at which time the Mageírema Event initiated. Mageírema Event On 1979/09/12, the SCP-5408-A broadcast changed composition, the updated translation was as follows: Many thanks, purchase confirmed. Reservation accepted for [Untranslatable]. Preparations begin on [Untranslatable]. On 1979/09/22 SCP-5408 began emitting large amounts of non-ionizing radiation through an unknown process. This radiation was similar to that used in microwave ovens, but at an exponentially greater concentration, increasing by a factor of 50% every 30 minutes. An emergency meeting of the O5 Council was formed and in a unanimous decision, brute-force neutralization was authorized. SCP-5408's neutralization. Five hours after the approval was finalized, a dual-yield thaumic bomb known as the R5 "Twin Canary" was detonated at the summit of SCP-5408. Neutralization of SCP-5408 was successful though several inert fragments of SCP-5408-A remained. The neutralization of SCP-5408 was detected by multiple civilian satellites, most notably the Vela Hotel satellite. Foundation assets within the United States and Soviet governments began a disinformation campaign aligning the event with South African/Israeli nuclear testing. SCP-5408 W Event. At 09:23 GMT on 1979/09/23, an unknown energy phenomenon was detected by Foundation satellite GV-4433 located 25,000 km from Earth. The anomaly remained stationary for 36 minutes before dissipating. The exact nature of the anomaly is undetermined and was designated the SCP-5408 W Event. On 1979/12/16, the Foundation intercepted a quadratic code system transmission identical to the one used by SCP-5408-A, originating from outside of the Sol System. The translation is as follows: Rate one sun. Large disappointment, want refund. Arrived to raw meal, no service, no [Untranslatable]. Left without eating. Do not recommend. Following this transmission, no further SCP-5408 related activity has occurred. Footnotes 1. The Vela incident is the civilian designation for the flashes caused by SCP-5408's neutralization. 2. DNA/RNA analysis revealed the presence of 19 previously undiscovered nucleotide groups. 3. Also known as Swahili. |
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The standard water and fertilizer allotment required for its species will be administered to SCP-5409 via automated systems that are maintained by on-site Botanical Specialists. Description An SCP-5409-1 instance. SCP-5409 is a sweet birch tree (Betula lenta) with a total of 200 abnormal growths resembling pacifiers (designatated SCP-5409-1). SCP-5409-1 instances have the physical appearance and texture of hard plastic and rubber, but are composed of a previously unknown organic polymer. The faux-rubber "nipple" on each SCP-5409-1 instance is filled with a liquid compound consisting of sap, water, fat, proteins, and lactose. Growth analysis indicates that all 200 SCP-5409-1 instances grew over an estimated 24-hour period during September or October of 2012. Discovery SCP-5409 was discovered on 2013/04/20, by a hiker on the Big Heat Trail in South Mills, Arkansas. The hiker posted detailed pictures of SCP-5409 and a video of himself picking and dissecting an SCP-5409-1 instance to his Facebook account, which were subsequently flagged and removed by WebCrawler 0/FB-44. Assets within the Arkansas State Police were able to verify the anomalous nature of SCP-5409, and cordoned off the area until Foundation personnel could arrive. A Foundation botanical containment team was dispatched to exhume and transport SCP-5409 to Site-51. During this process, the skeletal remains of a one to seven day old infant male was found entangled in the roots of SCP-5409. The degraded remains of a wicker basket and cotton sheet were also recovered from the roots. A small non-organic pacifier matching the physical appearance of SCP-5409-1 was discovered near the remains. A small envelope was located in the wicker basket; though the index card within was degraded, the following hand-written message was deciphered through analysis: I'm sorry, I'm just not ready. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5409" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5409. 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: pac.jpg Author: RuggyBearLA License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: flickr |
SCP-5410 | pending | #page-content .collapsible-block { position: relative; padding: 0.5em; margin: 0.5em; box-shadow: 2px 1.5px 1px rgba(176,16,0,0.7), 0 0 0px 1px lightgrey; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: black; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align:center; } .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: center; color: dimgrey; } .collapsible-block-link { font-weight: bold; color: dimgrey; text-align: center; } .addendumbox { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; box-shadow:0 2px 5px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16),0 2px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.12); } .material-box { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; border: 1px lightgrey solid; box-shadow: 1px 2px 2px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16); } .material-box blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .wiki-content-table { width: 100%; } .addendumbox blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .addendumtitle { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; } .maintitle { margin-bottom: 10px; color: black; } .scp-header { text-align: center; font-size:x-large; color:#b01; } .addenda-header { width: 100%; border-bottom: 2px black solid; color: black; } .scp-info { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; font-size:large; } .scp-info-box { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; } .object-info { color:black; align-self: flex-end; font-size: large; } .title-style { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; font-size: large; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; } .update-div-empty { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; color: lightgrey; } .update-div { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; } .computed { border: 1px black solid; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .computed:before { content:"Computed Code"; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .rawcode { border: black solid 1px; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .rawcode:before{ content:"Raw Code"; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .codebox { display: inline-block; width: 100%; text-align: center; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em, .yui-navset .yui-nav a em{ padding: 0.25em .75em; top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected { margin: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: gainsboro; text-decoration: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: none; background-image: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a { background: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li{ margin: 0px; } #page-content .licensebox .collapsible-block { position: unset; padding: unset; margin: unset; box-shadow: unset; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align: left; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: left; color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-link { color: inherit; text-align: left; } close Info X SCP-5410 "███ Time" by: DrAkimoto ★ DrAkimoto's Author Page ★ 96.23% (+153) 3.77% (-6) -% (+0) -% (-0) Crit Credit: MalyceGraves, KaraKatt, forbiddenquest, Veralta does not match any existing user name, barredowl, DianaBerry, Naepic 3/5410 LEVEL 3/5410 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5410 Pending Preliminary Containment Procedures SCP-5410 is currently held within Critical Class Testing Chamber 7 at Site-51. Due to the limited information available on SCP-5410, full reality destabilization prevention protocols have been initiated. Site security personnel are to maintain Alert Condition Red until testing of SCP-5410 has been finalized and proper containment has been established. Description The control panel of SCP-5410. SCP-5410 is a device of unknown origin with an internal Hume level of 1.91 to 2.05, oscillating in 30-second intervals. The outer material of SCP-5410 is composed of standard aluminum and steel. Located underneath its control panel is a small rectangular compartment, fitted with a thin sliding metal door. On the control panel itself there is a small steel placard labeled "WITCH". The interior of SCP-5410 includes wires, calipers, pistons, and several electronic switchboards. A human brain attached to a large network of human nervous tissue is located behind the external control switchboard. It is theorized that these biological components catalyze the Hume alterations. The exact purpose or function of SCP-5410 is currently unknown; initial testing will be initiated in Two hours. Discovery SCP-5410 at the time of discovery. SCP-5410 was discovered on 22 Dec 2024 23:25 by a Foundation engineering team conducting a demolition survey on an unused section of Sublevel 6 at Site-52. The area where SCP-5410 was located in was originally listed as administrative offices when that sublevel was in use (1950-1958), but had been closed and the space reallocated as a long-term storage area for excess building materials. Demolition engineers found a small sealed room that had not been previously listed on existing Site-52 blueprints. Once the area had been cleared and the room opened, SCP-5410 was located, along with two wooden chairs, a small circular wooden table, and an oval aluminum serving tray. The room itself had been decorated with faded floral wallpaper and several flower vases containing the remnants of long-dead floral arrangements. Personnel are currently investigating Foundation records for information on SCP-5410 and the room it was located within. Update: Testing Report Critical Class Testing Chamber-7 has been retrofitted with four Mk-III Scranton Reality Anchors, collectively connected to the failsafe switch within the control room. SCP-5410 has been placed in the center of the testing area and fastened to the ground via hydraulic clamps. The following is a video transcript of SCP-5410 Test-1: Video Log Date | Time: 22 Dec 2024 23:25 | 05:00 Depicted: Dr. William Reynolds, Junior Researcher Michael Sutton, D-04418 Foreword: Dr. Reynolds and JR Sutton will be observing the test in the control room of Chamber-7. D-04418 will activate SCP-5410 via the activation dial located on the control panel. [BEGIN LOG] [D-04418 is standing a meter away from SCP-5410.] Dr. Reynolds: D-04418, are you ready to begin? D-04418: Uh, yeah, I just gotta turn this thing on right– no weird shit this time? Dr. Reynolds: That's correct, we'd like you to turn the dial to "activate" and then step away from the device. [D-04418 approaches SCP-5410.] D-04418: Yeah, okay. Like this? [D-04418 turns the dial to activate; after several seconds, SCP-5410 begins to vibrate.] Dr. Reynolds: Please step away from the device, D-04418. D-04418: Shit, you right. [SCP-5410 emits a loud metallic screeching for approximately 35 seconds, D-04418 winces in response.] D-04418: Uh, hey Dr. Reynolds, is that supposed to sound like that? JR Sutton: The local Hume field is fluctuating rapidly between 1.2 and 1.4. [A bright light emanates from the lower compartment of SCP-5410.] JR Sutton: These readings indicate it's attempting to manifest someth– The Hume field just spiked to 2.3. Dr. Reynolds: It's establishing relative permanence. [The light coming from SCP-5410 is getting brighter, D-04418 takes several steps back.] D-04418: Yeah it's, uh, definitely glowing now. [The light ceases instantly and the activation dial switches back into the standby position.] D-04418: Oh, I-I think it's over guys. Dr. Reynolds: D-04418, please open the lower compartment located below the control board. D-04418: Shit, I knew it wasn't over. Dr. Reynolds: Please take the camera with you, and D-04418, be cautious opening the door– we have no idea what's inside of the machine. D-04418: Yeah, okay. [D-04418 picks the camera up as he approaches SCP-5410. After hesitating for a moment, D-04418 reaches down and opens the compartment.] D-04418: Huh, that's it? [END LOG] ❏ Download Results ❏ ❐ scp-5410-test-1.jpeg ❐ Designated SCP-5410-1, the cup of tea manifested by SCP-5410 was immediately sent for analysis. Subsequent testing of SCP-5410 resulted in identical instances of SCP-5410-1. Analysis of the SCP-5410-1 instances revealed no anomalous properties, aside from their creation. SCP-5410-1 instances are prepared to the exact specification of ISO 3103, the international standard for a cup of tea with milk.1 The measurement of each ingredient is accurate down to the nanogram. The underside of each porcelain container is labeled "Property of the SCP Foundation". Records from 1953 include an acquisition invoice, signed by Dr. Elijah Wilson2, for a "Wilson's International Tea Creator-H". This item is currently theorized to be SCP-5410, though no further information regarding the item has been found. Further investigation into the origin of SCP-5410 is currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. ISO 3103 was officially created in 1980; the discrepant correlation between SCP-5410 and this standard is currently under investigation. 2. At the time Dr. Wilson was the Site-51 Sub-Director for the Department of Research and Development; retired in 1979. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5410" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-5411 | euclid | #page-content .collapsible-block { position: relative; padding: 0.5em; margin: 0.5em; box-shadow: 2px 1.5px 1px rgba(176,16,0,0.7), 0 0 0px 1px lightgrey; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: black; overflow-wrap: break-word; } .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align:center; } .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: center; color: dimgrey; } .collapsible-block-link { font-weight: bold; color: dimgrey; text-align: center; } .addendumbox { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; box-shadow:0 2px 5px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16),0 2px 10px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.12); } .material-box { padding: .01em 16px; margin-bottom: 16px; margin-top: 16px; padding-bottom: 1em; border: 1px lightgrey solid; box-shadow: 1px 2px 2px 0 rgba(0,0,0,0.16); } .material-box blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .wiki-content-table { width: 100%; } .addendumbox blockquote { border: 1px double #999; } .addendumtitle { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; } .maintitle { margin-bottom: 10px; color: black; } .scp-header { text-align: center; font-size:x-large; color:#b01; } .addenda-header { width: 100%; border-bottom: 2px black solid; color: black; } .scp-info { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; font-size:large; } .scp-info-box { display:flex; justify-content:space-between; } .object-info { color:black; align-self: flex-end; font-size: large; } .title-style { opacity: 0.8; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #b01; font-size: large; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; } .update-div-empty { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; color: lightgrey; } .update-div { text-align: right; font-size: x-small; } .computed { border: 1px black solid; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .computed:before { content:"Computed Code"; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .rawcode { border: black solid 1px; width: 50%; display: inline-block; text-align: left; padding: 3px; } .rawcode:before{ content:"Raw Code"; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; border-bottom: solid 1px black; width: 100%; } .codebox { display: inline-block; width: 100%; text-align: center; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em, .yui-navset .yui-nav a em{ padding: 0.25em .75em; top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected { margin: 0px; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { background: gray; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: gainsboro; text-decoration: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: none; background-image: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a { background: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li{ margin: 0px; } #page-content .licensebox .collapsible-block { position: unset; padding: unset; margin: unset; box-shadow: unset; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded{ color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-unfolded-link { text-align: left; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-folded { text-align: left; color: inherit; } .licensebox .collapsible-block-link { color: inherit; text-align: left; } close Info X SCP-5411 "Alaaniwe" by: DrAkimoto ★ DrAkimoto's Author Page ★ 93.06% (+67) 6.94% (-5) -% (+0) -% (-0) Crit credit: MalyceGraves, Hexick, Oboebandgeek99, OCuin Item #: SCP-5411 Level 2/5411 Classified Above: SCP-5411-0. Below: Outpost-Z478. Provisional Containment Procedures Notice: The Object Class for SCP-5411 is currently pending investigation and assessment protocols, temporary containment has been established as follows: Foundation Outpost-Z478 is within a 70 km2 exclusionary zone maintained around SCP-5411-0. In conjunction with the federal government of the United Republic of Tanzania, the zone is restricted under the guise of a military installation. Warning signs every .5 km around the perimeter of the exclusionary zone advise civilians of severe punishment for trespassing. The exclusionary zone is patrolled continuously by a total of 25 unarmed automated drones, which transmit information back to Outpost-Z478. All trespassers are to be apprehended and amnesticized by Containment Task Force Delta-52 ("Desert Rats"), before being released into the custody of the Tanzanian government for prosecution. Foundation personnel entering SCP-5411-0 are forbidden from possessing firearms or any visible object that can be perceived as a weapon. Under no circumstances are personnel to interact with or approach fauna within SCP-5411-0. A single domestic goat (Capra aegagrus hircus) is kept at Outpost-Z478 at all times. If SCP-5411 attempts to leave the area, CTF Delta-52 will activate the binding circle created by the Foundation's Thaumaturgy Division through a sacrificial ritual utilizing the goat. The goat is to be sacrificed via laceration of the throat within Outpost-Z478, completing the binding ritual. Once the binding is complete, the containment procedures for SCP-5411 will be appended. Any SCP-5411-1 instances attempting to leave SCP-5411-0 are to be destroyed via incineration. Description SCP-5411. SCP-5411 is a humanoid entity with several documented anomalous properties and the physical appearance of a tribal witch doctor. Standing approximately 2.1 meters tall, SCP-5411 is composed of various human, animal, and botanical components, though its internal structure and functions remain unknown. It is capable of speech in an unknown language and does not appear to understand Swahili, Arabic, or English. Anomalous properties attributed to SCP-5411 include teleportation, intangibility, zoolingualism2, florakinesis, and psychokinesis. SCP-5411 is also capable of manifesting and controlling one-meter-tall humanoid entities (designated SCP-5411-1) composed of foliage, wood, mud, and rocks. SCP-5411-1 instances possess limited intelligence, displaying rudimentary predatorial behavior. Utilizing quadrupedal locomotion, an SCP-5411-1 instance can run at a speed of approximately 75 km/h. Instances of SCP-5411-1 are highly damage resistant, only capable of being harmed through incendiaries. SCP-5411-1 instances will attack humans indiscriminately, using sharp claw-like stone appendages to disembowel or behead its target. When in the presence of SCP-5411, instances will become docile and only act aggressively upon verbal command from SCP-5411. There are a total of 58 known instances of SCP-5411-1 within SCP-5411-0. SCP-5411-0 is an approximately 35 km2 area of Southern Tanzanian savanna where SCP-5411 and all known SCP-5411-1 instances reside. Though possessing a climate typical of its location, SCP-5411-0 has an abnormally abundant amount of non-anomalous fauna, including large populations of endangered species. Endangered species with known populations within SCP-5411-0 include black rhinoceros, western gorilla, African forest elephant, addax, Grévy's zebra, okapi, ring-tailed lemur, African penguin, white rhinoceros, and pygmy hippopotamus. SCP-5411 is capable of instantly relocating itself anywhere within SCP-5411-0. It utilizes this ability to confront any individual within SCP-5411-0 which it perceives as a threat3. Since their discovery, SCP-5411 or SCP-5411-1 instances have not traveled beyond the border4 of SCP-5411-0. Discovery On 2019/09/13, the Foundation was contacted by an asset within the Tanzania People's Defence Force (TPDF), when a member of their anti-poaching task group submitted a report containing video evidence of SCP-5411. The anti-poaching task group was in pursuit of a known poaching gang, which led them into SCP-5411-0. The following is a transcript of a video recording taken during this encounter: ❏ Video Log ❏ ❐ Video Log ❐ Date | Time: 2019/09/08 | 19:00 GMT Depicted: Sergeant Juma, Private Charles, Private Hamisi, Private Saudi, and Private Omary. Foreword: The Tanzanian anti-poaching task group, Team-17, was tracking a known poaching gang that had entered SCP-5411-0 two-days prior to the unit's arrival. [BEGIN LOG] [Team-17 is driving through the savanna in an all-terrain personnel transport vehicle.] Pvt. Charles: Sir, I have visual confirmation on the convoy, 200 meters north northwest. Sgt. Juma: Omary, take us in. Pvt. Omary: Understood. Pvt. Hamisi: How many hostiles? Pvt. Charles: Unknown. I have no visuals on the poachers. Sgt. Juma: They could be out on the hunt. Omary, take us 50 meters south of their location, we'll approach on foot from there. Pvt. Saudi: Sergeant, I got visuals on a… uh, some kind of weird animal? It's moving pretty fast; southeast, 100 meters out. Sgt. Juma: Yeah, there's a lot of animals out here, Saudi, that's why the poachers are here. Pvt. Saudi: But, something not rig– Pvt. Omary: Approaching drop point, eyes open. [The vehicle slows to a stop and Team-17 exits. A caravan of eight vehicles can be seen.] Sgt. Juma: Saudi, stay with the transport. Charles and Hamisi, take point; Omary you're with me. Weapons hot, these guys are armed and dangerous. [The four soldiers walk towards the convoy, night vision offer limited visibility.] Pvt. Saudi: [Over radio], Sir, I got six, no, seven on approach. I don't, uh, I'm not sure they're animals. [Pause] They look like Abatwa5. Sgt. Juma: What is wrong with you, there's no su– Pvt. Hamisi: Sir, we've got bodies, futa, a lot of bodies. [Sgt. Juma runs to where Pvt. Hamisi and Charles are standing. Several decapitated and disemboweled bodies can be seen in various state of discomposure.] Pvt. Omary: Shit. Sir, behind you! [Sgt. Juma turns around to see SCP-5411 standing one meter in front of him.] SCP-5411: [Untranslatable] [Pvt. Charles and Hamisi point their rifles towards SCP-5411.] Pvt. Hamisi: Je, si hoja. (Don't move.) [SCP-5411 lifts its hands palm-up towards Pvt. Charles and Hamisi. Flicking its wrist in a downward motion, both soldiers' weapons drop to the ground. Root tendrils grow rapidly from the dirt to envelop the weapons and pull them underground.] Sgt. Juma: Take cover! [Sgt. Juma fires several rounds in the direction of SCP-5411 and the bullets appear to pass through the entity without causing any noticeable damage. SCP-5411 disappears and reappears behind Pvt. Omary. While attempting to remove his sidearm, Omary is lifted from the ground by an unseen force. As Sgt. Juma attempts to reload, Pvt. Omary is thrown at the sergeant. Omary's head and neck twist violently at the moment of impact, killing him instantly as the collision knocks Sgt. Juma to the ground.] SCP-5411: [Vocalizes a roar resembling that of a male lion (Panthera leo).] Pvt. Hamisi: Sir, we have [Gunshots] more hostiles! They're not [A wet pop can be heard followed by gurgling.] [Sgt. Juma lifts himself to his hands and knees just in time to see Pvt. Charles' head roll into the frame.] Sgt. Juma: Saudi, retreat immedi– Image of an SCP-5411-1 instance, taken second before the video feed terminated. [END LOG] Afterword: Private Saudi managed to successfully escape the area, before contacting the TPDF for extraction. An unmanned drone reconnaissance was able to locate & confirm that all remaining members of Team-17 were deceased. After several tests were conducted, the exclusionary zone surrounding SCP-5411-0 was established three weeks after its discovery. Unarmed investigation of SCP-5411-0 was determined to be too high-risk and armed investigation totally unfeasible. In response, the current containment procedures regarding SCP-5411-0 were established. Investigation During the subsequent investigation, the Foundation was made aware of a small village near SCP-5411-0, that had information regarding the origin of SCP-5411. Contact with the village was soon after established and an interview with a local elder was arranged. The following is a transcript of that interview: ❏ Audio Log ❏ ❐ Audio Log ❐ Date: 2019/09/22 Interviewer: Investigative Agent William Elliot Interviewed: Ambokile Masanja Foreword: The interview takes place within the home of Mr. Masanja, who cooperated fully during the process. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Elliot: Okay, Mr. Masanja, are you ready to begin? Mr. Masanja: I am, but you may call me Ambokile, [chuckles] I am not so formal in my own home. Agent Elliot: Yes, of course. Mr. Ambokile, I'd like you to tell me about the place you refer to as "The Cradle". Mr. Masanja: Ah, yes, a wonderful place, dangerous, yet wonderful nonetheless. Animals of every creed gather in its safety– that is why it is The Cradle. Agent Elliot: And the entity that protects the area? Mr. Masanja: The Alaaniwe, He Who is Cursed Agent Elliot: Yes, and what do you know of him? Mr. Masanja: I remember when he first came. I was but a boy, but he much like you, came from America in search of things he did not understand. A great hunter, as wicked as he was skilled, he came in search of exotic prey, and that is what he found. Agent Elliot: He was a normal person when he came? Mr. Masanja: Yes, [laughs] through at the time he did not seem so normal to me. He was the first white man I'd seen to have visited our village. Agent Elliot: So he was interested in hunting the animals in th– Mr. Masanja: No, no, not animals, Animal. He was searching for the Tembo Mzuka, the Ghost Elephant. A spirit of the land with the appearance of a cloud, known to wander the Cradle. Agent Elliot: So, a white elephant? Mr. Masanja: [Boisterous laugh] Where is your sense of spirit, Mr. Elliot? Yes, to you it may simply be a white elephant, that was all it was to the man as well. But as he learned it was much more than a mere elephant. It was the protector of The Cradle, it had been for generations. Agent Elliot: Very well, please continue. Mr. Masanja: The man tracked the Tembo Mzuka for weeks, always appearing one-step behind the spirit. But eventually, he found his target. A few of the village boys would follow the man, curious as they were, they kept their distance. Two were present during his transformation. Agent Elliot: Were you one of the boys following this man? Mr. Masanja: No, not me, I'm afraid I was too faint of heart for something such as that. Agent Elliot: So this account is second hand? Mr. Masanja: It is. But it is the truth nonetheless. If you have seen him, then you know this too. Agent Elliot: I see. Mr. Masanja: Yes, well, the day had come, the man had finally found his target. Using a rifle much larger than any I had ever seen he slew the Tembo Mzuka. But slaying a land spirit does not come without its costs. The man, he burst into flame on the spot. A bright white fire cleansed him to his very bone, reducing him to ash. From the ground where he stood rose the Alaaniwe. Born anew, he was bound to the land, much as the Tembo Mzuka had been. But unlike the Tembo Mzuka, the evil in his heart gave shape to the horrid form he now inhabits. Agent Elliot: This sounds a bit apocryphal, Ambokile. Mr. Masanja: [Chuckles] I imagine so, Mr. Elliot. But have you not seen him, he is clearly of this world, but also of the next. He has protected The Cradle for 70 years now, he needs no rest, nor sustenance. As his predecessor was, now he is bound to the land until he is slain. He is the land, and the land is he. Agent Elliot: What of the creatures it controls? Mr. Masanja: His disciples are much the same, the Mashetani Kidogo as we call them. Much like their master, the would be poachers have shed their human forms, becoming one with the land. Agent Elliot: So the people he kills become the, uh, "little devils" as you say? Mr. Mananja: Yes, such is the way of Alaaniwe, an unending cycle of death and rebirth. Agent Elliot: I understand. Mr. Masanja: If you truly understand, Mr. Elliot, then you will leave them be. It would be like removing a mountain from its valleys, a lake from its river, as he once learned– it is futile to fight nature's spirit. He harms not those who seek peaceful passage, he seeks not the glory of conquest, he is but a shepherd atoning for his sins. Agent Elliot: Thank you for your time, information, and hospitality, Ambokile. I think that will be all. [END LOG] Afterword: The testimony of Mr. Masanja was subsequently corroborated by several other village elders. Due to the remote nature of the village and the fact that they have had knowledge of SCP-5411 for approximately 70 years, concealment protocols were deemed unnecessary. Aerial surveillance of SCP-5411 revealed that it spent a majority of its time tending to and communicating with the fauna within SCP-5411-0. SCP-5411 was witnessed regrowing vegetation for grazing animals, assisting in the birthing process of several species, bringing injured animals sustenance while treating their injuries, as well as various other beneficial services to the ecosystem. At no time has SCP-5411 been witnessed eating, drinking, sleeping, or resting; seemingly in a constant state of activity. Unarmed Foundation personnel have entered SCP-5411-0 to conduct research and remained unharmed by SCP-5411 or the SCP-5411-1 instances. Though while within SCP-5411-0, personnel remained under constant supervision of SCP-5411 or SCP-5411-1 instances. Despite several attempts being been made, direct communication with SCP-5411 has been deemed unfeasible. Classification Proposal After approximately one year of observation, SCP-5411 has been deemed a low-risk, low-disruption anomaly and therefore direct containment has been deemed counterproductive. The overwhelming benefit to the ecosystem within SCP-5411-0, as well as the preservation of over twenty endangered species and ten near-extinct species greatly outweighs the need for containment. The current containment procedures have been established in order to limit Foundation interference within SCP-5411-0, therefore allowing the continued growth and stability of the ecosystem. In addition, the research opportunities presented by this unique ecosystem will be categorically beneficial to several intra-Foundation projects. Pending approval, the Provisional Containment Procedures will be finalized and SCP-5411 will be classified as Hiemal.6 In support: Containment Department, Parazoology Division, Scientific Department, Research and Development Division, HCML Administration O5 Command – PENDING Ethics Committee – APPROVED Footnotes 1. -provisi: Item is provisionally assigned a class until deemed otherwise. 2. Also known as faunal communication, is the ability to communicate with animals. 3. Typically any individual possessing an object that could be perceived as a weapon. 4. This border was established through various tests utilizing armed D-Class personnel systematically entering SCP-5411-0, to gauge the distance SCP-5411 was capable of traveling. 5. In Bantu mythology, "Abatwa" or "Batwa" refers to a mysterious indigenous population of small humanoid entities. 6. Hiemal – Item is a system of two or more distinct but related anomalies that keep each other under control. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5411" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5411. 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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The containment unit is retrofitted with hydroelectric turbines, a high-grade generator, and a liquid dissipation unit. All maintenance of the containment unit will be enacted through automated systems; duplicate equipment is to be maintained in preparation for critical malfunctions. Power generated through SCP-5412 is utilized as the main power source for sublevels two through four. Description The keg prior to becoming SCP-5412. SCP-5412 is a beer keg currently influenced by a thaumaturgic process that sustains a recurring cycle of beer production. At a rate of approximately 65,708 liters per minute, SCP-5412 manifests the beer within its keg spear with a pressure of approximately 413,000 kPa. Though well beyond baseline keg parameters, SCP-5412 is capable of sustaining this volume and pressure indefinitely without incurring damage. SCP-5412 was created using a rudimentary thaumic dance ritual used by ancient nordic seiðmaðr. The ritual was originally created to refill beer or mead casks while supplies were low. It is theorized that incorrect movements and wording caused a deviation from the intended purpose of the ritual. Discovery Video still frame of the ritual used to create SCP-5412. SCP-5412 was created and activated by three students within a dormitory at Montclair State University on 2020/03/22. The Foundation was contacted by assets within the New Jersey State Police after approximately 60% of the university property was flooded with beer. After locating the source of the flood, the Foundation containment team successfully recovered SCP-5412. A concealment team subsequently enacted a cover story involving malfunctions at a local beer production plant causing a backflow into the local water supply. The following transcript was recovered from a video file depicting the creation and activation of SCP-5412: ❏ Video Log ❏ ❐ Video Log ❐ Date | Time: 2020/03/22 | 05:36 GMT Featured: Kyle Henning, Greg Moriarty, Phillip Henry Foreword: The three students are located within their dormitory at MSU. Several hours of party footage has been removed for brevity. [BEGIN LOG] [The camera is focused on SCP-5412, the cameraman's hand is holding the keg spout.] Cameraman: Yo, Greg, we're out of beer! [Greg Moriarty enters the frame and takes the spout from the cameraman.] Greg: Shit, you right. Cameraman: Store's probably closed by now too. Greg: Yo, Phil, let's do the thing. [The camera pans to shows Phillip Henry and Kyle Henning sitting on a couch.] Phillip: What's the point, everyone left, it's just us. Greg: Okay puss-puss, I guess you're tappin' out than. Kyle: [Laughing] I'm with Greg, we're already fucked, no point in stopping now. Phillip: Fuck off, weren't you puking your guts out, like, an hour ago? [Kyle slouches onto Phillip's shoulder.] Kyle: See yo– you don't got it right, man. I wasn't puking– I was just making some room for round fuckin' two! [Kyle begins laughing but abruptly stops, he runs over to a garbage can and vomits into it before slouching to the ground.] Phillip: Yeah, and I'm the pussy. Greg: Come on guys, suck up your broginas and let's get fucked up! We can go get breakfast after– my treat. [Phillip slaps his knees and sighs exaggeratedly as he stands up.] Phillip: Fine, let's do this shit. [Kyle jumps up from the floor next to tithe garbage can.] Kyle: Fuck yeah, let's do it! [The two men stumble over to Greg.] Cameraman: Uh, what are y'all doing anyway? Kyle: Phil's parents are into all this occult shit, we learned some old Norse mojo from the junk they keep in their attic. Cameraman: [Laughs.] Geez, y'all must be drunk. Greg: [Gesturing to the cameraman.] You, uh, you're gonna wanna step back. [The three students surround SCP-5412.] Phillip: Okay, on three. One… Two… Three! Initiation of the ritual. [The three students enact the ritual; their dance and incantations last for approximately nine minutes. The cameraman is laughing throughout the ritual.] Kyle: Christ, all that spinning makes me wanna hurl again. Greg: That's cause you did it too fast, shit head. Cameraman: I gotta say y'all, that was some of the downright gayest shit I've ever seen! [Continued laughter.] Phillip: Well, I guess you won't have to drink any than. Cameraman: Drink what, my dude? That shit's tapped. [Phillip leans over and grabs the spout.] Phillip: Oh yeah? [Putting the spout to his mouth, Phillip activates it. The stream immediately removes his lower jaw, spraying blood on SCP-5412 and the other two students.] Cameraman: Holy fuckin' shit. Greg: Phil! [Greg rushes to Phillip as he collapses to the ground, his grip loosens on the spout and the tube begins to whip erratically due to pressure. The stream hits Greg and bisects him from the groin to left shoulder.] Cameraman: Watch out! [The camera drops as the cameraman runs out of the room; beer is now flooding the floor. As Kyle runs towards the door the stream intersects his right leg and severs it at the knee. Kyle falls to the ground and struggles to crawl towards the door; blood flows from his dismembered leg. The stream hits him in his posterior; the pressure ripping through his jeans, disintegrating his genitals and perineum. His mangled body slams into the wall, breaking his neck and spine.] [The room continues to fill with beer for 16 minutes, at which time the camera ceases operation.] [END LOG] The identity of the cameraman as well as the parents of Phillip Henry are currently under investigation. Cover Story W-5512 ("Accidental Drowning") was enacted to explain the deaths of the three students involved in the creation of SCP-5412. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5412" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5412. 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: one.jpg Author: kylemac License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: flickr Filename: two.jpg & three.jpg Author: Hugo Chisholm License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: flickr (two) (three) |
SCP-5413 | safe | Apavitr; Or, Thy Next Foe Is - Popsioak ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-5413. Number: 5413 Clearance: Three Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5413 has been condemned by Punjabi officials and is under Foundation ownership. References to SCP-5413 are to be scrubbed from all print and online media. Two guards are to be posted outside SCP-5413 at all times. Under no circumstances is any civilian to travel into SCP-5413, and authorization has been given for the use of Class-A amnestics. Description: SCP-5413 is an abandoned Gurdwara1, located outside the city limits of Ludhiana, Punjab. A sign outside of SCP-5413 reads "Rabb da Shabad Gurdwara,"2 though no records of construction of a Gurdwara named as such exist in the Shiromani Gurdwara Parbandhak Committee's3 files. Inhabitants of the surrounding village are incapable of relaying or unwilling to relay information about SCP-5413. SCP-5413 contains no natural light, despite having windows, cracks, and other holes in its structure that would typically permit light inside. When viewed from outside, these spaces appear to be covered with a metallic surface with near-total absorption of light, and cannot be passed through. Artificial sources of light, however, function inside SCP-5413. Knowledge of SCP-5413's layout obtained by viewing SCP-5413 in person carries a mild compulsory and amnestic effect, attracting individuals into unknowingly performing repeated visits. Furthermore, entering SCP-5413 for extended periods of time causes subjects to undergo the following symptoms: Mild sedative and euphoric effects. Motor issues, such as a loss of balance and poor coordination. Digestive and excretory issues, such as vomiting and dehydration. Respiratory and circulatory issues, such as aspiration pneumonia, cyanosis, and respiratory depression. Due to these effects, SCP-5413 has been deemed an active hazard to enter. Exploration of SCP-5413 via unmanned drone has displayed a layout and contents similar to other Gurdwaras. The origin of the items within SCP-5413 is currently unknown. The main entrance of SCP-5413 leads to a small hallway, with doors to the left, right, and front. Moss can be seen growing throughout the hallway, alongside patkas4 laid on the floor, all tied. A rusted child's Kara5 is on the floor, underneath a large sword, of which only the hilt remains. An approximate layout of SCP-5413, used to confirm locations during unmanned exploration. The door to the left leads to the Diwan hall, or main sermon hall. The carpet that covers the hall's entire floor is stained, and rotting meat, milk, and butter is present. A half-torn dollar bill is present in the collection box. The only set of human remains in SCP-5413 is a male child's skeleton, approximately seven years of age, in a prostrated position in front of the box. Syringes jut out of its arms. Human feet and gluteal imprints are left on the carpet in many places, all oriented forwards. A small harmonium and tabla can be seen next to the collection box. The tabla's bindings are wrapped around the harmonium, and it is physically impossible to remove either one from the other. The single copy of the Guru Granth Sahib is open and has a large hole in the middle of it; viewing it causes a reported feeling of "emptiness." The door to the right leads to the Langar6 hall. Seven vats for food are present in the sitting area. Two are filled with hot, cooked meat, and two others contain yeast, barley, and grapes. Attempts to consume the meat present in the vats left subjects reporting a sense of "blissful ignorance." Chairs take up the rest of the seating area, showing signs of use. Attempting to empty a nearby water pitcher causes a rose-colored mixture to dispense, able to flow past what the pitcher can contain. Testing has revealed it to be a mix of Amrit, goat's milk, and blood. Footprints from an unidentifiable animal lead to small cupboards intended for containing dishes, around which claw marks are present. Small human hand-prints, oriented as if something were pulled out of the cabinet, are present around its edge, along with shreds of a manila folder. The door in front has a small sign to its right, labelled "Office." The door is locked. Flight-capable drones entered through the ventilation system, revealing a desk, bookshelf, and two houseplants. The desk has a ledger atop it, the bookshelf is empty with the exception of a copy of the Rehat Maryada,7 and both plants are dead. The ledger has a single order of Chardonnay wine from an unknown supplier, worth 300,000 rupees, as well as shreds of a manila folder. A disciplinary paddle and ruler are present on the desk, both still warm. There is a name which cannot be verbalized listed on a paper on the desk, next to "ਰਾਜ਼ ਦੇ ਭਾਸ਼ਣਕਾਰ"; it is that of a child. A single unmarked bottle lays near the back wall, filled with syringes. Claw marks, similar to those of a large animal, are shown around its neck, and two sets of deep animal tracks can be seen entering and exiting its opening. Tests have revealed trace amounts of diamorphine, ketamine, and Chardonnay wine around the bottle. A child's screams and sounds of a liquid being consumed can be heard, and are the only details early subjects were able to recall. SCP-5413's effects are theorized to extend to the surrounding village; according to census and public health data, the percent of the population of those experiencing SCP-5413 exploration symptoms is currently increasing, though this is theorized to be due to an as-of-yet unidentifiable reason for a repeated, spontaneous decline in the adult population. Footnotes 1. Sikh place of worship. 2. A direct translation of "Word of God." 3. Head committee that handles Gurdwara affairs. 4. Turbans, in a style specifically worn by children. 5. A Sikh's iron bracelet. 6. A location in which free vegetarian food is given out, at any time of day. Those who partake must sit down on the floor. 7. Sikh code of conduct. « SCP-3279 | IN SAFFRON SANDS | SCP-5550 » |
SCP-5414 | euclid | close Info X SCP-5414: Clouds Only Dreamt Author: Barbarous Bread This has been a great experience developing and writing my first SCP! I want to thank some of the people that helped me carve my story out of a convoluted mess and shape it into something I was happy with: caspian2 cybersqyd minmin RockTeethMothEyes Sonderance While it was not used in the article due to copyright, I want to thank ki.nzica for their photo which inspired this SCP. by Barbarous_Bread Item#: 5414 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Still from instance SCP-5414-C21. Typical features shown here are the silhouetted foreground and reddened clouds. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5414 instances are contained on a network-isolated hard drive in Standard Storage Locker #1264 at Site-51. Foundation webcrawlers are to screen for and delete SCP-5414 instances found on video sharing sites in order to reduce exposure risk. SCP-5414 footage is only to be viewed by Class-D personnel. Current testing parameters require that a GPS transponder implant be placed in subjects prior to exposure. All reported deaths due to high impact falls are to be investigated for possible SCP-5414 involvement. Description: SCP-5414 instances are videos containing footage of the sky taken from nondescript vantage points. Each video contains cognitohazardous cloud formations throughout their runtime. These formations primarily evoke feelings of calm and a sense of nostalgia in viewers. Exposure to SCP-5414 constitutes an inherent risk for a RED-SKY Event as detailed below. RED-SKY Events: These events occur subsequently to SCP-5414 exposure, typically after 2-6 weeks. They follow this sequence: Upon entering REM sleep, the subject starts to dream. This dream begins from the point of view of the SCP-5414 footage to which they were exposed. The subject’s perspective in the dream begins to rise into the sky without any feeling of force initiating or resisting the movement. This has been reported as occurring at various rates of acceleration, but most recovered subjects described their ascents as “gradual” and “serene." After reaching a variable altitude1, the subject's body will materialize at the position that they arrived at during their dream. They will then begin to fall under the now present effect of gravity and eventually collide with the ground beneath them. From known RED-SKY Event survivor interviews, a voice is reportedly heard prior to impact. The voice has been consistently described as belonging to someone with a close personal relationship to the subject2. The source of this is not currently understood. + SCP-5414 Testing -- LEVEL 3/5414 CLEARANCE REQUIRED - CREDENTIALS ACCEPTED Testing is ongoing at this time. Presented below is an example RED-SKY Event test. SUBJECT PREPARATION Procedure: Subjects are exposed to SCP-5414 in order to induce a RED-SKY Event. The procedures are conducted by Head Researcher Dr. Emilia Carlson. Subject: D-4982 Still from instance SCP-5414-B21. Dr. Carlson: We are going to play a video for you. If you feel anything out of the ordinary, we want you to let us know. Do you understand? D-4982: Yep. Go ahead. Dr. Carlson: Beginning playback now. [Footage begins showing a nondescript foreground silhouetted against a light blue sky with a mixture of large clouds as well as thin clouds at a higher elevation.] D-4982: Sunsets always get me. They're so beautiful. Dr. Carlson: Are you feeling anything watching this? D-4982: I feel like I'm home. I had a west facing window after I moved into my grandparent's place. I loved to watch those oranges fade into reds and the blues grow darker and darker until the stars started to pop in. Dr. Carlson: Do you have any other memories that this is bringing up for you? D-4982: The day my mom died. Cancer. That night I sat there watching the sun set and just cried and cried. It had been a rainy week, but that night it was clear. Not a cloud in the sky. Just watching the big blue fade away and that tiny point of light dim for the last time [Video finishes.] Dr. Carlson: Thank you. That'll be all for today. RED-SKY TEST Procedure: Subject receives a dermal transponder implant capable of tracking his position. A body camera attached to a harness is secured to the subject and additional implants are placed in the subject's brain which allow for communication during the experiment without interference. Subject: D-4982 On post-exposure day #22, the subject materialized at an altitude of 14,956 m over Shoshoni, Wyoming, USA3. The experiment was conducted by Head Researcher Dr. Emilia Carlson and research assistant Dr. Carl Schroeder. Video transmission preview. Timestamp: 28/09/2020 - 18:16:41 [local time]. D-4982: What the fuck is happening?! I'm falling! What the fuck?! Dr. Carlson: It's going to be alright. Tell us what you see. D-4982: It's some town and trees and lakes and shit. Am I gonna die!? Dr. Carlson: Don't worry. Is anything that is going on feel odd to you? D-4982: I'm falling from the sky you asshole! Dr. Carlson: I understand that. Is there anything besides that? D-4982: What the fuck is happening to me? Dr. Carlson: That's what we're trying to figure out. We're here with you, don't worry. D-4982: Stop telling me not to worry! That doesn't make me feel any better. This whole thing is your fucking fault. Dr. Schroeder: (To Dr. Carlson) He's now at free fall velocity. At this rate we expect impact in 4m30s. Dr. Carlson: It's okay that you're afraid, but we need you to keep talking to us about what is going on so we can help you. D-4982: Fine. There's — uh, I — I'm starting to feel something weird. Dr. Carlson: What is it? D-4982: I'm feeling like it's okay that I'm up here. I'm sorry about what I said before. Dr. Carlson: Don't worry about it, we expect that kind of reaction to what you're going through. [Pause] D-4982: Is this happening because of that video you showed me? I kind of felt similar when I was watching it. Dr. Carlson: That is what we think is happening. How are you doing now? D-4982: I was worried at first because I thought I was still dreaming and now I'm falling through the sky, but it's all good now. It feels like I'm going home. Dr. Carlson: Is there anything else that you can see or feel? D-4982: Things just look normal up here. Actually, it feels like something is trying to hold me up here. Like when my mom held my hand keeping me safe. Dr. Carlson: I want you to know that our team will be in place to get you soon after you land. D-4982: You don't have to do that, I'll be okay. Dr. Schroeder: (To Dr. Carlson) Impact in 30 seconds. Unknown Voice: Is… is that you Mark? D-4982: I — yes. I missed you, so much. Unknown Voice: Everything is going to be alright. Don't worry. D-4982: I knew I felt you up here. Unknown Voice: Come on, Mark, come here. I love you. D-4982: I love you too. [End feed] Impact occurred 4m50s after materializing. Recovery teams were successful in securing the subject's remains and transporting them to Site-51 for analysis. Injuries and markings consistent with a high velocity impact were present. The only finding of note was an injury resembling a burn in the shape of a hand print being found on the subject's right hand. Footnotes 1. Typically between 10,000 and 15,000 m. 2. This includes persons both alive and dead. 3. Depicted in instance SCP-5414-B21. |
SCP-5415 | keter | close Info X Check out more of my articles on my author page! Item#: 5415 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: danger link to memo The cover art of SCP-5415-1. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5415 containment procedures are currently reactive in nature, as opposed to preventative. Foundation agents embedded at major publishing houses are to check submitted material for SCP-5415 as part of their daily responsibilities. Foundation webcrawlers are to conduct automatic searches for SCP-5415 instances, prioritising fiction-writing websites and resources. Upon encountering any new references to SCP-5415, agents are to initiate a high-priority alert to the containment team, MTF-Psi-2 "Invitation Revoked", and the instance is to be contained immediately. Description: SCP-5415 is the designation for a series of incomplete novels entitled The 120 Days of Gomorrah. SCP-5415 are sequels, either direct or thematic, to the novel "The 120 Days of Sodom".1 Each instance of SCP-5415 is produced independently from one another by authors that have no currently identified connections linking them. As the author of an SCP-5415 instance progresses through writing the novel, they will become a conduit for anomalous phenomena, and exhibit steadily increasing signs of mental duress. This effect has become more pronounced with successive SCP-5415 instances. SCP-5415 instances are designated SCP-5415-#, with the numerical component incrementally increasing. The author of an instance is designated SCP-5415-#-A. ADDENDUM 5415.1: INSTANCE DETAILS + OPEN ADDENDUM 1 + - CLOSE ADDENDUM 1 - SCP-5415-01 Author (SCP-5415-01-A): Edward Henry Forest Description: An epistolary novel and a direct sequel. The novel takes the form of letters sent from Father Bertrand, a priest living near Metz, to an unnamed friend. Bertrand regularly takes confession from a cook who survived the events of The 120 Days of Sodom. The cook relays, in great detail, the tortures he witnessed to Bertrand, who, in turn, relays this to his friend. The nature of the acts described cause Bertrand to frequently contemplate the nature of humanity, and whether it was made in "God's own image". A subplot involves Bertrand hearing knocking from within the church's sealed crypt, but he is unable to locate the source of the sound. At the conclusion of the novel, the cook commits suicide by jumping from the church steeple. Bertrand leaves the clergy, believing that if God does exist he is a "cruel and lecherous creature". Before departing his church, he notices a small hole has been knocked through the crypt wall from the inside. Notes: SCP-5415-01 was posted as a PDF document online on multiple forums concerning fiction writing. Medical records indicate SCP-5415-01-A committed suicide a few hours after -01's posting. When questioned, 01-A's family failed to recall any information regarding -01 and were unable to provide details regarding 01-A's death, attributing the latter to psychological repression. Further investigation found medical staff and coroners had similar difficulty recalling 01-A's expiration - the cadaver has yet to be located. SCP-5415-02 Author (SCP-5415-02-A): Jessica Turner Description: A science-fiction novel set in the year 7,356 A.D. The four primary characters are wealthy individuals who have extended their lifespans to the point of immortality through technology only affordable to the richest in society. Having each been alive for over a millennium, they find themselves unable to feel emotion, and purchase a cohort of slaves to torture in the hope of regaining their humanity. Each main character occupies a position within the "Government of Allied Galaxies" — a universe-wide governing body. The first quarter of the novel contains various allusions to multiple, ongoing political crises and an "encroaching darkness" . The characters are purposefully ignorant and refuse to acknowledge or remedy any of these situations. At the climax of the novel, despite progressing through increasingly violent and depraved acts, the main characters have yet to feel any form of emotion. Planetary Governor Keyes, the primary organiser of the event, and whose ship is being used to stage the debauchery, accidentally rips out the cybernetic implants in his left arm during a particularly violent interaction with one of the slaves. Upon doing so he feels pain, and hurriedly encourages his co-conspirators to "discard your false adornments". They tear their cybernetic components, including eyes, limbs, primary organs and genitalia, out and find they are able to gain full pleasure from the torture, and praise themselves for "returning to Flesh" as they do so. Their mission accomplished, Keyes sets the ship's course to collide with the nearest star. The final scene of the novel is the mangled conspirators running amok amongst the remaining slaves as the stars in the distance go dark one by one. Notes: SCP-5415-02-A was reported missing by her employer after being absent from work and uncontactable for three consecutive days. Foundation personnel became involved after two local law enforcement officers were dispatched to SCP-5415-02-A's residence and only one returned five hours later. The returning officer suffered from exhaustion and signs of malnutrition, and described the house as a "labyrinth".2 Foundation agents discovered the residence's architecture had developed non-Euclidean features, with the interior layout being constantly in motion. The centre of the house's new architectural structure remained consistent, and contained a spherical mass of a flesh-like substance, with a diameter of 1.23m and weighing 151kg, levitating 0.8m above the floor. The sphere excreted a liquid composed primarily of water, blood, █████, and honey at a rate of 0.5L per hour. Analysis of the sphere's composition found traces of DNA from both SCP-5415-02-A and the missing law enforcement official. Thirty-six printed copies of SCP-5415-02's manuscript were located. Instances were also found to be have been sent via postal mail to five publishing houses in the United Kingdom. SCP-5415-03 Author (SCP-5415-03-A): Avery Harper Description: A retelling of the original novel, with the story transposed to a college campus in 1990s America. The four main characters are all students at an unnamed university and belong to the same fraternity. Three of their fathers have the occupation of one of Sade's characters3. Details of the fourth boy's parents are never given, but it is implied throughout the novel he arranged their murder to inherit their fortune. Feeling constrained by the norms of society, the students decide to "unmask" themselves and "explore [their] desires"; to do so, they kidnap members of sororities and other fraternities on campus before the Winter Holiday break. Midway through the novel, another fraternity member, Avery Harper, returns to the chapter house early. Upon witnessing the activities underway, he willingly volunteers as a victim. The narrative is interspersed with dream sequences in which they await the arrival of their fathers to judge their "work". The final dream sequence, described in the penultimate chapter, has the four main characters experience a shared fantasy in which they have the same father4 who arrives and judges their work to be worthy of his attention and visitation. Notes: SCP-5415-03 was discovered after its publication online via the self-publishing service of technology company Amazon, with the title triggering an alert via the Foundation's online watch-list. Upon arriving at SCP-5415-03-A's residence, MTF-Psi-2 discovered the author deceased with anomalous disfigurations. SCP-5415-03-A's limbs had been elongated to lengths of over 110m and fused to the residence's walls and ceilings. Periodically, the limbs were arranged into one of five thaumaturgical summoning symbols, with eighty-two symbols in total. SCP-5415-04 Author (SCP-5415-04-A): Wayne Atkin-Clerk Description: A meta-fiction in which an author afflicted by writer's block attempts to write a sequel to "The 120 Days of Sodom". Chapters alternate between the author's daily routine written in third person, first person stream of consciousness depicting his attempts to write the novel, and extracts from it.5 From the 22nd page onwards, the name of the protagonist is substituted for the author's. Notes: After the neighbours situated below 04-A's apartment complained about water damage to their ceiling, building maintenance were called to investigate. 04-A was discovered deceased in his residence, with a slit throat that was continuously haemorrhaging. The wound is estimated to have bled approximately 24L of blood before alerted Foundation agents arrived and cauterised it. The corpse was disfigured, with 6 bone protrusions, 0.4m each, erupting through the scalp in a circular arrangement. A thaumaturgical summoning symbol had been branded upon the centre of the scalp. SCP-5415-04 was discovered, unfinished, on 04-A's personal laptop. SCP-5415-05 Author (SCP-5415-05-A): David Carter Description: A direct sequel. Set an undisclosed number of years after the original novel, the King of France contacts the Duc de Blangis6 upon hearing rumours of the events of "The 120 Days of Sodom". The King is organising a masquerade banquet in honour of a visiting foreign ambassador, and recruits the Duc to arrange the evening's entertainment. The novel primarily follows the Duc's daughter, Claudette, as she attempts to dissuade her father from assisting the King.7 She is ultimately unsuccessful and, after an evening of abuse and torture of the King's courtiers, the novel culminates in Claudette being cannibalised by her father and the banquet attendees. From the beginning of the novel, the Duc is assisted by his servant, David. At the beginning of the third act, a comic interlude occurs between the two characters. During this, David ponders aloud why he assists the Duc with his crimes. The Duc responds that, whilst David serve the Duc, the Duc serves the King, the King serves the ambassador, and the ambassador serves "The Truest King of All", who shall "reward us all with infinite glory when he breaches this land". Notes: A draft of SCP-5415-05 was sent via mail to twenty publishers globally, alerting Foundation personnel. MTF-Psi-2 were dispatched to SCP-5415-05-A's residence; a log of the incident is included in the next addendum. ADDENDUM 5415.2: INCIDENT 06/08/2019 + OPEN ADDENDUM 2 + - CLOSE ADDENDUM 2 - The floor plans of SCP-5415-5-A's residence. Video Log Transcript Date: 06/08/19 Team: MTF Psi-2 "Invitation Revoked"8 Team Lead: Melissa Crane9 Team Members: Dr. Rajendra Pyne10 Dr. Pham Văn Danh11 Evelyn Hayle12 Father Owen Callahan13 [BEGIN LOG] (The team approach SCP-5415-05-A's residence.) Crane: Alright team, check your weapons. Anomaly's been inconsistent in the past, we can't rule out hostiles. We've got three floors: ground, second, basement. Pham, ground floor. Hayle and Pyne, take the property exterior and the basement. Callahan and I will take the top. Any sign of topological abnormalities in the architecture, radio it through, we'll regroup and re-plan. Capisce? Capisce. Let's go. (The team run up the steps to the residence's front door. Crane opens it in with one precise kick; her team, bar Hayle and Pyne, enter single file into the entrance hallway.) [At this point, Psi-2 splits into the three aforementioned groups. Each group's actions over the next five minute period are transcribed below.] [GROUND FLOOR] (Pham makes his way into the entrance hallway and turns left, into the lounge. The room is in a state of disarray: the powered-on television and a large mirror set over the fireplace have both been smashed numerous times. As Pham looks into the fireplace, the charred remains of family photos containing SCP-5415-05-A are visible. Cardboard has been haphazardly taped over the windows.) (Pham sweeps the room for signs of anomalous activity. He unplugs the television, compares his surroundings to the reflection shown in the mirror, and then lifts it up to examine the underlying wall. Satisfied, he moves on to the kitchen, where he is immediately hit by the putrid smell of rotten goods.) Pham: Anyone else seen signs of life yet? This place seems abandoned — fridge is turned off, contents are putrefying. (Unwashed dishes pile up in the sink. Fragments of ceramic litter the floor at the other end of the room, indicating crockery has been thrown at the wall. A table in the centre of the room is covered in seemingly innocuous maps and photographs of individuals conducting their daily affairs.) Crane: We've got signs of something upstairs for sure, but I'm not- (Another voice interjects, interrupting the team lead mid-sentence.) Pyne: I need all of you down in the basement, right now! [SECOND FLOOR] (Crane and Callahan make their way into the entrance hall, and run up the flight of stairs to the top floor. Crane pushes open the first door they come to, leading to a small bathroom. The state of the bathroom matches that of the kitchen: the room is filthy, black mould covers the ceiling, faecal matter stains the toilet basin.) Crane: Oh Christ — sorry Father. (Callahan laughs.) Callahan: Are ya ever going to tire of that piss poor joke? (The two agents make their way down the landing, and take the door on their right. They enter the study, where a laptop and printer sit on an office desk. The floor is littered with the packaging of ink cartridges and printer paper. Crane approaches the laptop, and moves the attached mouse.) (The screen lights up; the laptop is on, and logged in to SCP-5415-05-A's profile — which Crane finds she can access without a password. The profile loads, and lands in to an open Microsoft Word document. "120 Days of Gomorrah", emboldened and underlined, entitles the 400 page manuscript.) Crane: Well, there goes any chance we're in the wrong house. You found anything? (Crane closes the laptop, places it into a plastic evidence bag, and stores it in her backpack as Callahan scours the bookshelves set against the west wall, calling out the book titles as he does.) Callahan: Stein on Writing, King's Danse Macabre, Overcoming Anger, Where Nightmares Come From, Letting Go Of Rage, 101 Ways to Beat Writer's Block. Nout that looks anomalous in nature. Let's move on. (Crane and Callahan exit the study, and cross the landing to the bedroom. Crane opens the door, and walks in first.) Crane: Christ. Callahan: Come off it Mel-… oh. (Callahan follows Crane into the bedroom. The walls are completed covered with pages from SCP-5415-05, imprecisely affixed through a variety of methods: pins, staples, tape, and glue. The surfaces of the walls are uneven, where pages have been pasted over each other, in some places over thirty sheets thick. The majority of the pages are covered in frantic, barely legible scribblings.) (A pair of legs protrude from an alcove on the bedroom's north wall. Crane draws her weapon and moves around the bedroom to obtain a better perspective. A headless corpse, with a mangled upper torso, is slumped on the floor.14 A shotgun lies adjacent, and the residue from its use splatters the wall behind the corpse. As the blood and viscera has dripped down, it has dried in the pattern of a thaumaturgical summoning symbol, over a meter in diameter.) (A voice crackles through their radios.) Pham: Anyone else seen signs of life yet? This place seems abandoned — fridge is turned off, contents are putrefying. (Still staring at the symbol, Crane reaches down to her radio.) Crane: We've got signs of something upstairs for sure, but I'm not- (Another voice interjects, interrupting the team lead mid-sentence.) Pyne: I need all of you down in the basement, right now! [BASEMENT] (As the rest of the team swarm into the property, Hayle and Pyne perform a cursory sweep of the front yard, before walking along the side of the house to the back garden.) Hayle: There's an ill wind blowing. The aura of this place… it's foul. Pyne: Are the auras telling you if we'll all make it home in one piece? Hayle: You'd be wise not to mock that you don't understand, Dr. Pyne. Pyne: Just doing what I need to do to get through the day. (Arriving at the shed at the property's exterior, Pyne pulls open the door. The wooden structure is filled with gardening equipment. All of it is covered in a thick layer of dust — with the exception of a bundle of rope, on the floor by the entrance. Hayle kneels down, closes her eyes, and picks up a section of rope.) Hayle: We need to get to the basement. Fast. (The agents walk from the shed towards the house, to a padlocked hatch leading into the basement. Pyne draws a handheld buzzsaw and attempts to cut through the lock. It glows red, and shows no signs of damage.) Pyne: Thaumaturgically sealed. I don't need the spirits to know that someone didn't want us getting in here. There's another entrance in the house. (Pyne and Hayle run up to the residence's back door; Pyne smashes the door's glass and reaches through to unlock it. They enter the house, turn left, and walk down the stairs to the basement antechamber. A rhythmic pulsing sound begins to be heard.) Pyne: That sure doesn't sound good. (As the pair approach the door to the main basement chamber, a red light can be seen shining through from underneath it, in time with the pulsing sound. A voice crackles through their radios:) Pham: Anyone else seen signs of life yet? This place seems abandoned — fridge is turned off, contents are putrefying. (The pair push open the door to the main basement chamber, and walk through.) Hayle: Oh no. Oh no, no. (A large thaumaturgical symbol, the same as in the bedroom, has been drawn thickly with chalk across the majority of the floor. The red pulsing light emanates from the source, periodically illuminating the room.) (Four identical, smaller symbols have been drawn over the base shape's thaumaturgical focal points. Above these four symbols float four individuals, suspended and rotating in the air. They all display disfiguration of the scalp similar to that experienced by SCP-5415-04-A.) (At the centre of the room, a metre and a half above the floor, an incredibly bright bead of light shines, no bigger than the head of a pin.) (Pyne hurriedly throws his backpack to the floor, and grasps at his radio as Crane responds to Pham.) Crane: We've got signs of something upstairs for sure, but I'm not- Pyne: I need all of you down in the basement, right now! (The body cameras of Crane, Pham, and Callahan capture them making their way, at speed, to the basement. Upon arriving, they find Hayle finishing erecting portable flood lights to provide extra visibility, and Pyne standing by the light in the centre of the room.) Crane: Tell me that's not what I know it is. Pyne: Genuine interdimensional rift. What's causing this wants to get through and it's decided to kick the door in. Getting measurements now. (Pyne deploys four microscopic drones, which hover around the rift. They beam information regarding it to a tablet held by Pyne.) (Crane walks over to the thaumaturgical symbol and displaces the chalk on the floor by rubbing it with her boot. With the chalk now gone, the glowing red light continues to emanate out of the room's flooring.) Crane: Well, shit. Symbol's taken hold, so disrupting the ritual that way isn't an option. What have you got for me, Pyne? Pyne: Rift is small, but growing. It's acting like an infection — each unit of our world breached infects the surrounding space, and so forth. I'm estimating… five minutes until we're at a point of no return. Crane: Oh wonderful. Command, I need an immediate evacuation of the surrounding area. (She turns and addresses her team.) Crane: Listen up! Pham, get vitals on the casualties, see if you can move them off the focal points. Callahan, bless the symbols, try to reduce their potency. Hayle, what do you make of this? Hayle: Symbol is familiar to those seen in Goetian demonology, yet heavily deviated in certain places. Certainly a summoning symbol. The energy in this room is rancid, I can't sense anything willing to aid us. Crane: There's a bedroom on the top floor, walls are plastered in manuscript pages. Burn them. Hayle: Understood, Captain. (Hayle leaves the basement to complete her orders.) (Pham moves between the suspended individuals, reaching up and taking their pulse. As he approaches each one, their eyes dart downwards and stare at him, indicating they are aware of their situation.) Pham: Captain, they're all alive, but each time I try to remove them from the symbol, their pulse rockets and they start haemorrhaging from their eyes. I can't safely remove them whilst the ritual is active. Crane: Understood. Callahan, any luck? Callahan: Nothing I've done seems t' be having any effect. I'm running out of options fast. Crane: Pham, get those people delinked from the symbol. We need to slow this down. Pham: But Captain- Crane: Just get it done. (Pham grabs the legs of the individual levitating closest to him. He begins to pull them away from the centre of the symbol, to the side of the room. Pham encounters significant resistance in doing so, but is eventually able to detach them from the focal point. As this happens, the civilian begins to spasm, and haemorrhaging intensifies, covering Pham in a spray of blood. The agent attempts to stabilise them, but to no avail. He moves on to the next civilian.) (Pyne walks over to Crane, and hands her the tablet tracking the size of the rift as he pulls another tablet from his backpack.) Pyne: Removing them from the symbol has slowed the growth rate — it's bought us time, but not enough. Four minutes left. Rift is big enough to deploy a microdrone through. (One of the microdrones approaches the centre of the rift, before disappearing into it.) Pyne: Readings are showing an atmospheric composition similar to our own — gravitational force is significantly higher though. Visuals are coming online… Pyne's tablet begins to show the drone's camera output. The drone floats through a nondescript environment, covered entirely in a dark green fog. Every few seconds, a crack of thunder illuminates the area. Pyne: Looks like an ideal place for my next vacation. Just over three minutes left. Crane: Command, widen the exclusion zone, I'm officially requesting backup. As many combat teams as you have in the area. We've got a hostile entity due for imminent entry into our reality. We're struggling to impede its efforts here. (A large maroon tentacle rises up through the fog, covered densely with suckers on all sides. A low-toned moan accompanies its appearance. It swings through the air, striking the drone and disabling it.) (Pyne sighs.) Pyne: Just once, why couldn't The 120 Days of Gomorrah be about a pillar of salt who learns about the power of family and how to love her new form? (Crane stares down at her tablet, tracking the size and the growth rate of the rift.) Crane: No, that can't…. Pyne, say that again! Pyne:…say that I wish The 120 Days of Gomorrah was a heart-warming tale about love and body positivity? (Crane throws her backpack to the ground, and pulls out the laptop she retrieved from the study. She flips the lid open, and starts rapidly editing the SCP-5415-05 manuscript, glancing up to check the readings on the machine every few seconds. She grabs at her radio.) Crane: Hayle! Get back down here now, I need you. Command, I've got an idea on how to fight this thing, but it's going to sound crazy. How many Literature grads are in the room right now? You are not viewing the latest version of this document. Click here to refresh. Footnotes 1. "The 120 Days of Sodom" is a novel written in 1785 by French nobleman Marquis de Sade during his imprisonment in the Bastille. It follows four central characters, all men of wealth and power, in their quest for gratification via the torture and abuse of abducted victims. The novel was first published in 1904. 2. Planning records show the residence as a non-anomalous, two-storey detached house. This has been corroborated with past residents, and acquaintances of SCP-5415-02-A. 3. A banker, a judge, and a bishop. 4. Consistently stylised throughout the relevant chapter as "THE FATHER". 5. The latter contain a variety of author comments, sentences and paragraphs structured in multiple ways, and text written in strike-through to signify deletion. 6. One of the primary four libertines in Sade's novel. 7. Claudette does not appear in Sade's original novel, and is a creation of SCP-5415-05-A's. 8. A multidisciplinary team specialising in the neutralisation of extradimensional threats attempting to enter our universe. 9. Specialism: Field experience and team leadership. 10. Specialism: Interdimensional Studies. 11. Specialism: Biological hazards and medical expertise. 12. Specialism: Spiritualism, Occult and Paranormal studies. 13. Specialism: Theology, Eschatology, and Demonology. 14. 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padding: 2vw; } close Info X SCP-5416: "The Lever" Maybe don't move the world. More by this author! Item#: SCP-5416 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo SCP-5416, pre-neutralization. Special Containment Procedures: In the unlikely event that SCP-5416 still exists, its recontainment will not become necessary for approximately five billion years. + Archived Containment Procedures - Close Archived Containment Procedures SCP-5416 must be stored in an opaque container with an electronic combination lock in Safe-Class Lockup 7 at Site-43. Individuals chosen to operate SCP-5416 must be amnesticized of their short-term memory immediately before operation, with targets and destinations suggested to them by a third party. SCP-5416 must not be handled by sapient beings unless immediate use is intended, and all users must score in the top twentieth percentile on the Foundation Standardized Ideation Scale..The FSIS measures one's ability to form and focus on mental images. Security Clearance Level 3+ personnel from the Quantum Supermechanics Section of Site-43 must be present for all testing of SCP-5416. The SCP-5416 file must not depict it graphically, and individuals familiar with its appearance are forbidden to operate it. Description: SCP-5416 was a statuette of unknown origin and material composition. An individual holding SCP-5416 in their hand was capable of translocating any object of which they were aware to any location of which they were also aware. The mechanism by which this occurred was not determined before the object's neutralization; leading theories include thaumaturgical transmission, quantum teleportation, and universal realignment. The following hand-carved engraving appeared on the base of the statuette: EVERYTHING IN ITS PLACE Addendum 5416-1, Discovery: SCP-5416 abruptly appeared in an empty containment chamber at Site-43 on 06/10/2016. A single yellow Post-it Note was attached, providing only vague hints as to its origins. Forensic analysis revealed no biological evidence on either the statuette or the note; the source of the clipped text remains unidentified, as does the inked symbol. Preliminary testing determined SCP-5416's anomalous qualities, explaining the contents of the note. No further information on its provenance has been uncovered. Addendum 5416-2 and the appended notice below have been retained unaltered for archival and instructional purposes. Addendum 5416-2, Usage Instructions: SCP-5416 may be utilized to translocate matter via the following process: 1. The user holds SCP-5416 in their hand. 2. The user focuses their mind on a specific object. 3. The user focuses their mind on a specific location. The targeted object will then immediately disappear from its present position, and reappear in the specified location. The user may abort this sequence by relinquishing SCP-5416. NOTICE FROM THE SITE-43 QUANTUM SUPERMECHANICS SECTION As outlined above, only this Section may authorize testing of SCP-5416. SCP-5416 will select the first item the user ideates as the target, and the first location the user ideates as the destination. Second-guessing these decisions can only be safely accomplished by resetting the entire process, and as matter translocation begins the instant a location is chosen, the user's mind therefore must be completely free of external stimuli. Only QS is equipped to provide the environment required to ensure a safe test. — Dr. Xinyi Du, Chair, Quantum Supermechanics Addendum 5416-3, Experiment Logs (Selected): Testing under the direction of Dr. Xinyi Du revealed no upper limit to the size of the objects which SCP-5416 could translocate, nor the distance over which they could be made to travel. Considerable flexibility in what qualified as an 'object' was also noted. Experiments to determine whether the object possessed anomalous resistance to damage were scheduled for September of 2016, but for reasons detailed below could not be carried out. Experiment 5416-RE-14 Date: 08/18/2016 Target: 2 grams of caramel Destination: Chocolate shell, hollow Rationale: SCP-5416 appears to somehow compensate for imprecision in its user's target and destination images; it should therefore be possible to target a space which has not actually been observed by the user, but has been described to them. Observations: The caramel was translocated into the chocolate shell. Consumption of the combined confection by D-Class personnel resulted in no adverse reactions. Probably not how Nestlé does it, but it does work — Dr. Du Experiment 5416-RE-18 Date: 08/27/2016 Target: 1 ton of anomalous esoteric material at Site-91 in Yorkshire, England Destination: Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-C at Site-43 in Ontario, Canada Rationale: SCP-5416 could be used to facilitate the transfer of dangerous effluence from Foundation installations worldwide to Site-43's dedicated processing plants. Observations: Translocation was technically successful. Oops. Air displacement. One imploded container at 91, one very messy exploded one at 43. Greater care is needed — Dr. Du Experiment 5416-RE-28 Date: 08/31/2016 Target: SCP-5162-A Destination: Security and Containment Section, Site-43 Rationale: SCP-5162-A's geographical location cannot be determined, but individuals who have encountered it have supplied photographic evidence of its appearance. It should be possible to translocate the object into containment piece-by-piece using SCP-5416. Observations: A temporary loss of focus on the part of the activating agent, and a disastrous attempt to refocus, resulted in the translocation of the entire underground Security and Containment Section compound by one metre south-southwest. The resultant structural damage was near-catastrophic, though no subjects breached containment as a result; plans to return the Section to its original position are on hold, as Dr. Du has temporarily suspended all use of SCP-5416. I'm calling O5 tomorrow; I want a moratorium on this thing until we can find test subjects with extremely precise mental control — Dr. Du Addendum 5416-4, Incident Report: On 1 September 2016, Agent Paskal Pandev arrived at Site-43 with orders from O5 for unrestricted, unescorted access to SCP-5416. Five minutes after he entered the containment chamber, Agent Pandev activated the containment breach alarm. Security and Containment Section personnel discovered Agent Pandev alone in the chamber; SCP-5416 could not be located. After communication with Overwatch Command, Dr. Xinyi Du conducted an interview with Agent Pandev. Interview Log Date: 1 September 2016 Investigating Agent: Dr. X. Du (Chair, Quantum Supermechanics) Agent Pandev: This detainment is irregular. Dr. Du: You know what else is irregular? Our entire Security and Containment Section. We were going to fix it, with the object you just somehow poofed into non-existence. Agent Pandev: I don't know what happened, honestly, but you're out of line. I have orders from O5. Dr. Du: Did they even see the last test update?! I'd just slapped a warning notice on the file when the Director told me you were already in the chamber. And anyway, I've read your orders from O5. They don't say anything about disposing of an SCP object. Agent Pandev: I didn't dispose of it. I tried to use it, following your instructions, and it disappeared. Dr. Du: The orders don't say what you were actually planning to use it for. Agent Pandev: That's classified Level 5. It's highly sensitive. Dr. Du: We've been in touch with Overwatch. They cleared you to speak. [SENSITIVE MATERIAL REDACTED] Agent Pandev: Okay, your credentials are in order. Well. A few weeks back, SCP-179 detected a potential impactor in extrasolar space. That's— Dr. Du: An asteroid that might hit us, yes, I know. Obviously I know. Agent Pandev: Fine. O5 had several plans for dealing with it. This one made the top of the list because of its… potential paramilitary applications, let's say. Dr. Du: Go on. Agent Pandev: I'm an astrophysicist. I've been trained to visualize cross-sections of space from memory, in preparation for this. Overwatch was… really hoping it would work out. Could've been a real boon if we need to defend Earth from outside influences. At range. Dr. Du: You're talking circles around the point. How were you going to stop this asteroid with 5416? Agent Pandev: I was supposed to pick up 5416, picture the asteroid to target it, and picture the sun to send it there. Silence on recording. Dr. Du: What. Agent Pandev: I was supposed to send the asteroid into the sun. To destroy it. Imagine if we could just want something to be in the sun, and it would be there? All those awful skips we can't get rid of, just… gone, for at least five billion years. That's how long the sun's supposed to last for, right? That was the idea. We could also use it to recapture escaped skips, or detain persons of interest… endless possibilities. Silence on recording. Agent Pandev: I still don't know what went wrong… I was very careful. Agent Pandev shifts in his seat. Dr. Du is breathing deeply. Agent Pandev: They dropped this op in my lap at the last possible second, and I was freaking out a little. The pressure to succeed. I couldn't get the image of that weird little red dildo out of my head. I went over the steps a million times on the flight over… I came into the room, I opened the box, I picked the thing up, I pictured the asteroid, I pictured the su— Dr. Du: You'd seen an image of 5416 before you used it. Agent Pandev: Of course. It was in my briefing material. This was top-secret, so I needed to have as much info as possible. Keep everyone else out of the loop. Dr. Du: You're not supposed to see the object before you use it. Agent Pandev: Why? Dr. Du: You're not supposed to WHY the ConProcs! You're not supposed to see the object before you use it, because then you might already be thinking about it when you pick it up! Agent Pandev: So? I still thought about the asteroid! Dr. Du: It doesn't matter! 5416 picks up the first object you think about, and you can't re-set it without putting it back down! You were thinking about 5416 when you picked it up, you were picturing it in your stupid head, and you set it as the target to be transported. Agent Pandev's jaw drops. Agent Pandev: …and then I sent it to the sun. Silence on recording. Agent Pandev: So, that's gone then. Dr. Du: You think? Silence on recording. Agent Pandev: I'll write up my report. It could have been worse. Silence on recording. Dr. Du: Yes. It could have fucking been worse. Agent Pandev: What? Dr. Du: You could have brought the FUCKING SUN HERE! « SCP-5734 | Words of Power and Poison | SCP-5524 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5416" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5416. 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: 5416.png Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA Filename: Cat.jpg Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA Filename: Sticky.jpg Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA |
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Item №: SCP-5417 Special Containment Procedures: Further anomalous activity originating from SCP-5417 must be prevented at all costs. Description: SCP-5417 is a villa-styled residential house located in Kailua, Hawai'i which is impregnable to physical force. On 09/13/2024, the entire human population was transported into SCP-5417. As the space within SCP-5417 was not sufficient to accommodate 8.6 billion individuals at once, this event resulted in the majority of humanity being killed instantly. The primary cause of death was massive crush damage from high pressure. The resultant pulverized mass of human remains evacuated through all available openings; viscera was dispersed over a radius of thirty kilometers, with some entering low Earth orbit. Several doors and windows across SCP-5417 were open when its anomalous properties manifested. Due to this, a small number of humans were ejected from the structure alive. The survivors were primarily those who had initially appeared in close proximity to the exits, as there was no opportunity to navigate within SCP-5417. At present count, a total of 22 humans remain alive, of which only three are Foundation employees. This has necessarily caused a BK-Class "Lifted Veil" loss-of-secrecy scenario. Methods of bolstering the human population are currently being investigated. Addendum: [Field left blank] <BEGIN TRANSCRIPT> Okay, it’s recording. (Footsteps, squishing. Sound of insects buzzing. Person gulps.) God, even with the face mask, it’s foul. I better not hurl, that'll just make it worse… (Deep inhale and exhale.) Okay. Okay. This is Cameron Park. Officially D-307. I’m gonna- I’m out here to visit the house. See for myself. Everyone else stays away from it. They hate the smell, they hate how it looks, they hate what it reminds them of. But that’s just… They’re just hiding. It’s what they do. Ninety-nine percent of humanity is gone, and they hide in their offices and they write their little documents, and, and they fill them with this bullshit. "Must be prevented at all costs", like they could even- (Small crunching sound. Footsteps stop.) (8 second silence.) Just a tooth. (Footsteps resume.) They tried to find out who was who, you know, to bury them. But it never worked out. Too hard to tell them apart when they were- yeah. Researcher Chen tried to use dental records, but the whole Internet was going down by then. Even the Foundation servers, and I heard those are supposed to last forever. The main guess going around is that a lot of the Sites had their failsafes activated, the kind you can’t turn off. Some of the more important ones might’ve blown up, but who knows for sure? No one’s wanted to leave since we saw that ash cloud on the mainland. (Silence. Footsteps continue for 11 minutes. Buzzing of insects can be heard in the background.) … Everyone… Everyone’s here. I mean, except the lucky 22, but we’re not much compared to 8 billion. I’m walking on top of every superstar baseball player. Every doctor. Every construction worker and prison guard. Whoever’s in charge- was in charge of the Foundation, they’re here too. And every other Class-D, mixed right in with them. Not… not so different anymore. (Laughter.) Sometimes I catch myself wondering if we’re, you know, really the lucky ones here. I mean, some of those poor bastards we pulled out of the pile, they’d be better off dead for sure. And, and the rest of us. Maybe we should've stayed in there. With them. It’s crazy talk, I know it is. But sometimes I wonder. (Silence. Footsteps continue for 18 minutes.) […] (Footsteps stop. Slow, deep breathing.) […] (Sound of wood being gently tapped.) It’s just… a house. A broken-down house. I mean, I knew it was. I saw it already, back when- when it happened, but I just thought, maybe… (Silence for 27 seconds. Wind blows.) (Sound of shifting fabric, as of a person sitting down. Muted buzzing of insects continues.) … They never figured out who lived here, you know. And they never figured out how it happened, either. All that fancy tech they gathered up, and the only thing it told them was nothing. No reason. No point. Maybe it wasn’t anything in the first place. (Silence for 31 seconds. Wind blows.) Maybe something just decided, that day, that we all had to come home. <END TRANSCRIPT> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5417" by swordlover87, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5417. 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: 2020 Villa Weisdorff Author: Stefan Oemisch License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5418 | safe | Item #: SCP-5418 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5418 is to be kept within a standard containment chamber and lain horizontally on a 1.8 metre plinth at all times. As an incentive for further cooperation, SCP-5418 has been given limited access to amenities following staff review. As of 01/01/21, the current provisions are: A voice controlled audiobook system with a curated library of influential works. A voice controlled, roof mounted television with access to local televised broadcasts. Weekly visits from an on-site Rabbi. Description: SCP-5418 is the skeleton of an adult male of Middle Eastern descent. The subject's bones are covered in flakes of gold, which has been affixed via the use of beeswax. SCP-5418 is adorned with a number of gold pieces of jewellery in the form of serpents, the largest of which are coiled around both arms and legs. Also present is a rope made from hemp fibre, which has been wrapped around the subjects neck, and a white robe. Dating has shown that both the rope and skeleton date to within the 1st century CE, while all other decorative items date to the 2nd century CE. SCP-5418 was recovered from a crypt discovered approximately half a mile beneath the Catacombs of Callixtus in Rome, Italy. The passage to the crypt was uncovered following restoration efforts, which was followed by an archaeological study of the site. As efforts continued, reports of supernatural events within the crypt escalated, primarily records of an unknown voice. SCP-5418 entered containment following Foundation investigation. Early investigation has suggested the crypt itself is non-anomalous. Observation is ongoing. SCP-5418 is capable of vocalisation despite lacking organs. These vocalisations manifest as male, and speak fluent Classical Hebrew. Though willing to engage in interviews with staff, the subject seems to be unable, or unwilling, to identify themselves, and claims to have forgotten who they were. Nevertheless, the subject has offered multiple variations of events within their life. Though variable, several consistent elements have been identified: The subject was once a young warrior1 who lashed out at an occupying force in their homeland. They lost this spark with age, and instead began to follow a local Rabbi. The Rabbi sought the aid of the subject for a ceremony. The subject did the 'unthinkable' avoided doing the 'unthinkable' (See Addendum-01) For this, the subject was punished by 'HaShem'2. Following his death, they resuscitated, incapable of anything but thought and speech. SCP-5418 shows no sign of further anomalous ability beyond their continued vocalisations. Due to dialogue with the subject suggesting a duplicitous nature, observation and studying of cell samples are to continue unless further anomalous activity is definitively proven absent. ADDENDUM-01 On ██/██/██, an interview was conducted by Dr. ██████ Kohen. He was instructed to identify further information on 'HaShem', and was encouraged to pursue the question of the subject's continued faith. This interview is logged below, translated to English: [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Kohen: Good afternoon, 5418. How are we feeling today? SCP-5418: The same as ever, doctor. I have been listening to… Nietzsche in the past day. A rather incendiary man. Dr. Kohen: I'm glad to hear that you are keeping yourself stimulated. You'll be pleased to hear that I don't believe your studies will be disrupted for long then. My superiors would just like me to go over a couple subject areas with you again. SCP-5418: I am doing nothing else, doctor. Out with it. Dr. Kohen: Right. In prior interviews, you've discussed your relationship with a Rabbi. You note how it ended poorly and led to HaShem cursing you. Yet you continue to ask for sermons from ██████ each week. If your last experience with the faith went so poorly, why do you continue to follow HaShem? SCP-5418: I do not follow HaShem. Dr. Kohen: This would be contrary to information you've given us before. Now I know we've allowed you to have some quality of life items, but lying is an easy way to- SCP-5418: I do not lie, doctor. I do not follow HaShem, I follow Jah. Once I followed HaShem. Now I do not. Dr. Kohen: 5418, Jah and HaShem are one and the same according to scripture. I don't exactly believe- SCP-5418: Has knowledge withered this much? Yahweh, the lord that your rabbi preaches of, He is a different thing. But the Rabbi, the man I followed in Jerusalem, he did not preach such things. He preached of HaShem, one of the seven faces. Dr. Kohen: … Could you elaborate? SCP-5418: The Rabbi… He preached of seven great beings, that each were a face of another, The Father. They were 'Ila, Eloah, Elohim, Shaddai, Ehyeh, Tsebaoth, and HaShem. The seven… I do not know if they were, or if they were to be. But in worship of them, you worshipped The Father. I do not think it matters if they had came to be yet. Dr. Kohen: I see. This worship was part of the Rabbi's… 'plan', then? SCP-5418: It was. He wanted me to participate. To do… terrible things in HaShem's name. Unspeakable things. Dr. Kohen gestures for the subject to continue. SCP-5418: I could not. I turned him over to the law, and they sentenced him to death. They drew it out, to make the punishment more fitting for what he had done, and for what he had proposed. It took days for him to die. He spent his last breaths cursing my name. Dr. Kohen: I see. If it's alright with you, I'd like to take the conversation back to these deities. I notice their name's are identical to titles for Yahweh. Are you saying that- SCP-5418: Yahweh is younger than They are. He was born from Them, though. Good men could not accept the evils of the Father, and so sought something good from Him and his Faces. They coexist, an ugly truth and a beautiful lie. Yahweh is good, but The Father is terrible. I choose to follow Yahweh because I have rejected this truth I once followed. Dr. Kohen: T- SCP-5418: I am done speaking. I have spoken of Them too much. Names have power, ██████. More than you know. Dr. Kohen: … Thank you for your cooperation. I think we're done here. [END LOG] Further interviews were conducted with the subject, asking near identical questions as to the above. The subject responded in similar ways each time, with little to no deviation of information. Future interviews should focus on gathering more information on the worship of the 'Faces' and 'The Father'. Footnotes 1. Ostensible; the subject has also consistently stated they were a freedom fighter, murderer, and soldier, amongst a number of other vocations. 2. Translated as 'The Name'. Used by certain Jewish groups to refer to Yahweh outside of liturgical context. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5418" by Paradise Found, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-5419 | euclid | Ecronak Enjoyed the skip? Give some of my other works a look here! Item#: 5419 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-5419-A following procurement Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5419-A (and by extension SCP-5419) is to be contained within a standard humanoid containment cell at Site-22. No less than three ultraviolet sensors are to be installed in the cell to monitor SCP-5419's presence. Amenities appropriate for a young humanoid are to be supplied to the subject, including (but not limited to) drawing books, art materials, reading material appropriate for children six years old and below, a mobile DVD player, and disks containing videos of educational children’s programs. Amenities and outdoor privileges are to be removed or added at the discretion of the head researcher. At no point are personnel allowed to physically or verbally harm SCP-5419-A. Should the subject need to be reproached for unacceptable behavior, reprimands are to only be done at the discretion of the head researcher. Research personnel who are in charge of interacting with SCP-5419 and SCP-5419-A are required to refer to each subject as "Wind" and "Quincy" respectively in order to engender familiarity with either subject. Should SCP-5419-A enter a state of an emotional outburst, physical contact in the form of an embrace is to be immediately made with SCP-5419-A. Description: SCP-5419-A (formerly named Quincy Koothrapali) is a six year old boy of South Asian descent. Aside from SCP-5419-A’s connection to SCP-5419, the subject has been remarked upon as non-anomalous. Prior to its procurement by the Foundation, the subject was noted to have escaped from an orphanage in [REDACTED], Canada, living in the forests near the city. How SCP-5419-A survived living in the wilderness is unknown (See Interview Log). SCP-5419 is an incorporeal, amorphous organism made purely of ultraviolet light and so is imperceptible to the naked human eye and invulnerable to conventional weaponry. Despite its composition, SCP-5419 has been known to exert control over its form, becoming corporeal in limited amounts of time in order to exert force on an object (See Discovery Log). Foundation testing has revealed SCP-5419 to be capable of this through the concentration of an intense volume of ultraviolet light, though how SCP-5419 does this is unknown. SCP-5419 has also been recorded to possess sentience and is known to be “attuned” to the emotions of SCP-5419-A through unknown means. SCP-5419 has been remarked to follow SCP-5419-A at all times, disregarding physical barriers in order to do so. Discovery Log: SCP-5419 was first discovered by the Global Occult Coalition, who first detected a “hidden entity” stalking SCP-5419-A at all times. Following standard organizational procedure, twelve operatives from the group moved to secure SCP-5419-A, aiming to apprehend the subject for transfer to one of its secure facilities and to neutralize SCP-5419 on-site. Believing SCP-5419 to be reality-bending in nature, the operatives deployed with miniature reality anchors1 together with ultraviolet sensors, meeting SCP-5419-A and SCP-5419 at a clearing in the forest where SCP-5419-A lived. According to Foundation informants within the GOC, the operatives moved to secure SCP-5419-A first, with three agents apprehending the subject. As the operatives did so, SCP-5419 began attacking the agents nearest to SCP-5419-A, leaving the subject unharmed. Subsequently, the agents opened fire upon SCP-5419 to no avail, ending with all twelve agents being neutralized by SCP-5149. Information about the entity and the subject were immediately sent to the Foundation following the failed GOC operation. This prompted the Foundation to dispatch Mobile Task Force Phi-3 (“Bears Grilled”) to the scene. Recovery Log: Time: 9:24 PM, Eastern Standard Time Foreword: After six hours of tracking the footprints of SCP-5419-A, all four members of MTF Phi-3 arrived on the scene on foot so as not to alarm SCP-5419-A or SCP-5419. Each operative’s equipment houses an ultraviolet sensor and a miniature Scranton reality anchor. The ultraviolet sensors on the operatives’ headgears begin to show readings of a low ultraviolet signature. SCP-5419-A is sighted leaning on a nearby tree, asleep. SCP-5419 is found fifteen meters away. Alpha: Alright boys and girls, standard procs. Move to apprehend the kid but make no aggressive moves toward the entity. We don’t want the same thing that happened to the Gocks to happen to us. Bravo, Charlie, Delta: Affirmative, Ma'am. Alpha: Charlie, Delta, head to the right. Begin approach towards the kid. Charlie and Delta advance slowly and quietly across the field towards SCP-5419-A. Alpha and Bravo stay back, watching for signs of activity from SCP-5419. Charlie and Delta come to a stop five meters away from SCP-5419-A. SCP-5419 shows no activity. Delta: Orders, Alpha? Alpha: Delta, wake the kid up. Convince him to come with us. Your expertise should serve here. Make no sudden movements. If the entity makes a hostile movement, shoot it on my command. Delta advances towards SCP-5419-A, stretching out a hand towards the subject’s shoulder. He pats the subject four times. Delta: Hey, kid. You awake? SCP-5419-A stirs SCP-5419-A: Yeah… what? The subject’s eyes widen. SCP-5419-A: Are you the bad men? Are you the ones who shot- Delta: We’re not, we promise. We’re people from the cops. The good cops. SCP-5419-A: But you look almost like them! You’re scary! SCP-5419’s ultraviolet signature begins to rise. Bravo: I think the blob’s stirring. Keep it down, C and D. Delta raises both his hands, putting his assault rifle on the ground in a show of harmlessness. Charlie (whispering): D, calm him down. Delta (soothing): Hey, little boy. We aren’t here to hurt you, alright? See? I put my gun down. Alpha: Delta, Charlie, make it fast. I don't want this to turn ugly. Charlie (to Delta): D, you heard her. Make it fucking fast! SCP-5419-A: You're lying! You look like them! You want to kidnap me! Delta: We won’t. Trust us, please? SCP-5419’s ultraviolet signature continues to rise. An amorphous shape begins to rise from the ground. Growling is heard. SCP-5419-A: You're going to beat me, aren't you? You're going to beat me and shoot my puppy and- Delta (continuing to speak in a soothing voice): What’s your name? Charlie: Christ, Daryl. Get a move on! SCP-5419-A looks in the direction of Charlie. SCP-5419-A (quivering): The woman beside you is scaring me. Please stop shouting! Delta (to Charlie): Nina, stop shouting. Charlie: For fuck’s sake, Daryl. It's about to be right on top of us. Delta: Nina, stand down, please. Put the gun down. Alpha: Charlie, put the damn gun down. That is an order. SCP-5419 begins to slowly move in the direction of Charlie and Delta. Barking is heard in the direction of the entity. SCP-5419-A: I'm scared. Stop, stop, please! Bravo: Hurry up, you two. Shit is about to hit the damn fan. Charlie (to Delta): Alright, I'm taking it off, I'm taking it off! Charlie lowers her gun to the ground. SCP-5419 continues to advance on the operatives. Delta: Alright, see? We're safe. We mean you no harm. Delta reaches his hand out to touch SCP-5419-A. SCP-5419-A shrinks away. SCP-5419-A (fearful): No! I don't believe you. You're here to hurt me like the nuns! Alpha: Calm him down! SCP-5419 begins to run in their direction. Charlie: Son of a fucking bitch! Charlie begins to pick up her gun. SCP-5419 turns its attention to Charlie, closing the distance between it and the operative. Alpha: Shit. Present! Operatives Charlie, Bravo, and Alpha raise their weapons. SCP-5419-A (crying): You'll hurt him again! Please, please! SCP-5419 starts to materialize to strike Charlie. Delta: Wait, fuck it! Delta embraces SCP-5419-A. SCP-5419-A immediately stops crying. SCP-5419 stops mid-materialization. SCP-5419-A: I… Delta: Shh, it's alright. We aren't gonna hurt you. SCP-5419-A: Promise? Delta: I promise. SCP-5419 immediately turns to walk in the direction of SCP-5419-A. Barking is heard. SCP-5419-A: I’m so scared. Please don’t hurt him anymore. Delta: We won’t hurt you, alright? What’s your name? SCP-5419-A: Quincy. Delta: Alright, Quincy, do you promise the entity won’t hurt us? SCP-5419-A: No, I swear. He just doesn’t want me to be scared. Delta: Don’t worry. We won’t scare you anymore, alright? SCP-5419 comes into physical contact with SCP-5419-A . More excited barking is heard from the entity. Delta steps back. SCP-5419-A (embracing SCP-5419): Aww, Wind! Don’t hurt them anymore, okay? They didn't meant to hurt me, I promise. SCP-5419 barks again, then its ultraviolet signature gradually lowers. SCP-5419-A: Thank you so much. Delta: We’re going somewhere far away, okay? Somewhere were no one else can hurt you. SCP-5419-A nods. SCP-5419-A: Will I be safe there? From the nuns? Delta: Yes you will, kid. Yes you will. Alpha: Send a heli for retrieval. HQ: Affirmative. Operatives Alpha moves past SCP-5419 and towards Delta. SCP-5419-A’s eyes widen. Delta strokes SCP-5419-A’s hair. SCP-5419-A calms down. Alpha (To Delta): Good fucking work. I almost thought you couldn't do it. Delta (To Alpha): It was a near run thing. I'm glad the kid cooperated. Alpha: How did you know? Delta: How’d I know that…? Alpha: How did you know that hugging would work? Delta is silent. Delta: I just… wanted to comfort him. He didn't seem like the type of kid to have been hugged much. Hugging seemed like the best thing I could do. You couldn't have killed the skip, anyway. Alpha gives no reply for several seconds. Alpha: Good work. <End Log> Afterword: After the operation, SCP-5419-A was taken to Site-22, with SCP-5419 following closely behind. Two days after the procurement operation, SCP-5419-A was interviewed by head researcher Rand. Interview Log: <Begin Log> Head Researcher Rand: Heya, what’s your name? Quincy, was it? SCP-5419-A nods. Head Researcher Rand: You feeling alright? SCP-5419-A: K-kinda. Head Researcher Rand: Kinda, huh? How is uh… He points in a random direction, referring to SCP-5419. SCP-5419-A: Wind is okay. He wasn’t hurt by what the bad cops did to him. Head Researcher Rand: Really? Good to hear. So his name is Wind, huh? SCP-5419-A nods. Head Researcher Rand: Can you tell us what Wind is, Quincy? SCP-5419-A: I don’t know what he is, but he’s my… puppy, forever and ever. He said he came from the sun to protect me from the nuns. Head Researcher Rand: The sun? Can you please ela- explain, that? SCP-5419-A: I found Wind in the meadow. The one beside the orphanage. Head Researcher Rand: Ah, the Shelter of Our Holy Child orphanage, in the city? SCP-5419-A: Y-yeah. The nuns said I was a very bad boy, so they often sent me outside so that I can repent for my sins. They forced me to sleep outside, and then I prayed really really hard for something to come and take me away from here… SCP-5419-A swallows. SCP-5419-A: After that, in the night, my chest felt really really heavy. Head Researcher Rand: Heavy how? SCP-5419-A: Heavy and really hot. It was the feeling I get when I know Wind is close. He said he was from the sun, in my mind somehow. SCP-5419-A smiles. SCP-5419-A: And then he gave me a hug. A really really tight hug- I’d never been hugged before! And then he started licking my face. It’s why I call him a puppy. SCP-5419-A smiles sadly. SCP-5419-A: He doesn't want me to be hurt. It's why I escaped from the orphanage- so he wouldn't hurt anyone else. He gave me food and we played fetch and… he's just like a real dog! Head Researcher Rand: Do you know that he’s not a dog? SCP-5419-A puts a finger on his lips. SCP-5419-A: I do, but please don’t tell him that I know. He really likes being a puppy. Head Researcher Rand: We heard him bark when we first met him. Can you tell him to bark? SCP-5419-A turns to his side. SCP-5419-A: Wind, bark! SCP-5419 barks. It is indistinguishable from a real dog. Head Researcher Rand: Fascinating. Does he always stay with you? SCP-5419-A: Forever and ever. SCP-5419-A looks up. SCP-5419-A: I always wanted a dog, you know, doctor? A dog to keep me warm and company and to bark at strangers that want to hurt me. SCP-5419-A looks at SCP-5419 fondly. SCP-5419-A: I guess that’s why God sent him down to me when I prayed really really hard that night. My very own dog, to always keep me company. Head Researcher Rand: Well, we have some time, and Site-22 has a garden you and… Wind could play in. SCP-5419-A’s face lights up. SCP-5419-A: Really? Really really really? Head Researcher Rand: Yes. I am at liberty to decide what amenities you have access to, including your outdoor time. SCP-5419-A jumps from his seat. An excited bark is heard within the containment chamber. SCP-5419-A: Thank you so much! Thank you so so so much! Head Researcher Rand: No problem, kid, just remember- SCP-5419-A: Can the good cop join us too? Head Researcher Rand: The uh… Good cop? The one who hugged you? SCP-5419-A: Yeah! Dalta! He gave me the best hug in the world, and only Wind’s hugs are bester. Head Researcher Rand: I’ll uh… I’ll see what I can do. <End Log> Afterword: At the request of Head Researcher Rand, SCP-5419-A and SCP-5419 were given one hour of outdoor time following the interview, with Site Security being posted along all entrances to avoid a containment breach. For thirty of those minutes, SCP-5419-A and SCP-5419 remained lying down together, assuming physical contact in a way similar to “hugging”. Daryl Langley, MTF Phi-3’s Operative Delta was approved to visit SCP-5419-A a few hours after. Footnotes 1. A device used in order to counter the reality-bending effects of a specific entity |
SCP-5420 | safe | Item #: SCP-5420 Level 2/5420 Classified LEFT: Pictures of SCP-5420 (Meta) taken by the VLT. RIGHT: Orbit of SCP-5420 in relation to surrounding planets. <Hover to Enlarge> Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-5420's orbit is outside the orbit of Mars, active containment is currently impossible. A temporary alliance between the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA) and the Foundation has been created in order to suppress public knowledge of as well as to explore SCP-5420. Through this agreement: SCP-5420 containment is to be put under the jurisdiction of Site-196, Foundation Home Base (FHB). SCP-5420-A is to be constantly observed by NASA-Foundation Probe 7-B. Foundation web-crawlers are to monitor any information regarding SCP-5420. The LANCER Project is to be established in order to determine the source of SCP-5420-A. Probe 7-B is to be in geosynchronous orbit with SCP-5420-B in order to take scans of SCP-5420 every ten minutes; these scans are to be compiled into a video feed and archived in storage at FHB. FHB and NASA Central Command (CenCom) are to have joint control over the LANCER Project. Description: SCP-5420 is an asteroid in orbit between Mars and Jupiter, in the outer region of the Asteroid Belt. An analysis of SCP-5420 revealed that its orbit is slightly decaying - it has been theorized that SCP-5420 may have originated from the Kuiper Belt. The apogee of SCP-5420's orbit occurs approximately every 13 years; the One-Way Radio Time (OWRT) at this point is 5.1 minutes. However, SCP-5420's main purpose appears to be a vessel for SCP-5420-A. SCP-5420-A is a high-frequency radio signal which has yet to be meaningfully deciphered and has no auditory effect on humans. Scans from Probe 7-B revealed a structure resembling a double-tiered mortuary temple from the Egyptian Middle Kingdom era, designated SCP-5420-B. SCP-5420-B appears to have been relief carved into a hill on SCP-5420, and a flight of stairs from the surface leads to the second tier. It also appears to continue subterraneously, although that cannot be confirmed at the present time. The official NASA designations for SCP-5420 and related objects are below: SCP-5420: 1737 Meta SCP-5420-A: Meta Signal SCP-5420-B: Surface Anomaly 114-Y6 Probe 7-B: Meta Probe Four Foundation documentation will use the prior designations; NASA ones will use the latter. ABOVE: Plasma scan of Meta, 08 Aug. 2019. BELOW: Plasma scan of Meta, 13 Sep. 2019. Item History: SCP-5420 and SCP-5420-B was discovered in early 1966 during primary surveying of Mars and surrounding bodies. It was originally designated Meta, the 1737th minor planet discovered. Meta's other anomalous properties (SCP-5420-A) were not known at that time. SCP-5420-A was discovered during the tenure of the SETI program in the late 1970s; the Arecibo Observatory radio-telescope in particular. In 1980, a Foundation-NASA joint mission attempted to reach SCP-5420, but it was concluded that neither party had the expendable technology at that time to complete a round trip1. Probe 7-B was launched in 1992 and became fully operational in 1993. It was also at this time that long-range telescopic imaging from the Hubble Space Telescope was used to enhance the quality and confirm the presence of SCP-5420-B. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING ADDENDA ARE LEVEL 3/5420 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THESE ADDENDA WITHOUT LEVEL 3/5420 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Addendum 01: LANCER Project Proposal « NASA Proposal » » NASA Proposal « LANCER PROJECT 1 - OBJECTIVE The purpose of the joint National Aeronautics and Space Administration and Foundation project LANCER is to reach 1737 Meta using currently viable and replicable technology. The target date to land on Meta is on 13 September 2019, the apogee of its orbit. Meta Probe Four, the first probe launched to reach geosynchronous orbit over Surface Anomaly 114-Y6, can be used for both video monitoring of the Lancer landing as well as a radio projector. Although the failure of Lancer I in 1967 was in no part due to an untrained crew, a three-man crew of Foundation-affiliated NASA astronauts have been prepared. 2.a - LANCER PERSONNEL The crew will consist of the following: Paul Catani [Italy] - Commander Edward Yates [UK] - Meta Module Pilot Alan Milner [US] - Command Module Pilot All three astronauts have varying level of specialties pertinent to landing on Meta. Cmdr. Catani is a trained module pilot and geology expert. Meta Mod. Pilot Yates is a biomedical technician and history/archaeology expert. Cmnd. Mod. Pilot Milner is a communications and engineering expert. Requisite training - including water egress - has been completed by all three. The Lancer crew will be armed with Foundation-produced MBA Gyrojets in case of defense purposes. A standard survival kit will be provided. Per NASA requirement, the Lancer crew will also be given a penetrometer and instructed to take soil samples. Crew will be fitted with Suit HR5, yellow-orange color scheme and smoked visors. Flashlights will also be mounted to the helmets for visibility. From Right to Left: Cmdr. Catani, Cmnd. Mod. Pilot Milner, Meta Mod. Pilot Yates after the completion of water egress training. 2.b - OTHER PERSONNEL NASA Mission Control Center: Christopher Penfold - Flight Director John Koenig - CAPCOM Foundation Liaison Crew: Monique Bouchere - Research/Project Head A full list of suggested personnel and positions is available upon inquiry. 3 - LANCER SPECIFICATIONS LANCER: (Overall) Three-stage rocket with double-part module. The Paragon V rocket is approximately 2-3x more powerful than the Saturn V. The Lancer II craft is an experimental double-part nuclear-fission-powered rocket. Tubular-shaped, with cross-hatched support beams. Both modules have engines, although the command module has less thrust than the Meta module. The Meta module is able to be docked and undocked from the command module appropriately. 4 - TIMELINE OF LAUNCH The Lancer II launch is to be approximately 22 days previous to the orbital apogee (22. Aug. 2019) at Vandenberg AFB, California. Retrieval is expected to be on 10 October 2019: an independent craft will intercept Lancer II and return the crew to Earth. Estimated plan of launch & retrieval: 1. Initial Launch Paragon V + Lancer II launch Paragon breakaway from Lancer II 2. Meta Operations Lancer II low orbit around Meta Command Module separation from Meta Module Meta Module to land on Meta with Cmdr. Catani and Yates Milner will stay on to keep the Command Module in low orbit Catani and Yates will perform soil checks and other NASA requirements Examination of Surface Anomaly 114-Y6 All logs + results will be transmitted back at this time. 3. Return to Earth Radio contact will cease at this point The Meta Module will redock with the Command Module RTB approximately 26.13 days from return launch, 49 days since initial launch Crew will check in for safety diagnostic checks at 11- and 36-day marks. Prepared by O5-5. PROBE 7-B DIAGRAM Further probe specifications available upon inquiry. O5 VOTE MEMORANDUM COUNCIL VOTE TOPIC: Approval of Project LANCER COUNCIL VOTE SUMMARY: YEA NAY ABSTAIN O5-01 O5-09 O5-02 O5-03 O5-04 O5-05 O5-06 O5-07 O5-08 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 STATUS APPROVED Proposal accepted. We look forward to the Meta launch and its success. Addendum 02: Lancer II Radio Communications « Radio Log Designations » » Radio Log Designations « RADIO DESIGNATIONS Foundation HomeBase: FDHB Subdesignations » Mon. Bouchere: F-BHR NASA Central Command: CNCM Subdesignations » Chris. Penfold: C-PFD Lancer II: LNCR Subdesignations » Paul Catani: L-CTI / CTNI » Ed. Yates: L-YTZ / YATZ » Alan Milner: L-MNR « DAY 11 Radio Log » » DAY 11 Radio Log « │ HomeBase ↔ CenCom ↔ Lancer II │ [SIGNAL CONNECTED] < Giazotto/Albinoni's Adagio in G Minor can be heard. > [LYTZ] Oh, keep this on! This one's my favorite. [LCTI] Not like we could change it, anyway. It's the only CD that works well enough. [LMNR] I've actually started to like it. It's grown on me, I think. [LYTZ] It has, has it? Good. Whaddya like about it? [LMNR] It's awfully poignant, isn't it? [LCTI] Tranquil. Almost serene. [FBHR] I'm sorry Lancer, am I interrupting your music selection? [LYTZ] Is that you, Doctor Bouchere? [LCTI] Of course. Who else at Home Base has such a terrible sense of humor? [FBHR] Very funny, Catani. Will you three go to your posts for module-check in? We're being routed through CenComm, so you'll be doing it with Penfold. [LCTI] I'm in the command pilot seat right now. Ready for checks. [LYTZ] I'm in Meta Module, ready for checks. [LMNR] I'm at the diagnostics panel, ready. [FBHR] Roger that. We'll be turning you over to CenComm. Should take about ten minutes. You can put on some of that fancy music on again. [LYTZ] Oi, finally. [LCTI] Finally what? I finally get to hear Albinoni for the thousandth time in a row? [LYTZ] It's good! < Adagio in G Minor starts. > [LMNR] What do you like about it, anyway? [LYTZ] Aye, just listen to it. It's peaceful. < Contact is silent from the crew. > [LYTZ] It reminds me of floating, weightless in space. Beautiful, but… just a sense of sadness, get it? [LMNR] Almost half of all the people up here have died here. Space is a very sad place, even if you don't like to think about it. It's a sad place to die. [LCTI] Have either of you considered the possibility that- well- [LMNR] That we fail? Somewhat. < Yates laughs. > [LYTZ] I definitely have. Let's say we're unable to re-dock the Meta probe, unable to launch it, even. We're stuck on Meta until the end of eternity, three bodies in harmony. [LMNR] If that happened, well, even if I tried to get back I wouldn't have enough power. I'd be drifting somewhere between Earth and Mars when I died. [LCTI] I've always wanted to be buried. [LYTZ] Aye? [LCTI] Buried. When I die. Might be unusual for someone who's spent most of their life wanting to be in space. It is a place to live, not a place to die. [LMNR] I'd have to agree with you there, Paul. Dying on Earth's very tangible. Drifting infinitely… [LYTZ] Not exactly a great send-off, innit? [LCTI] I'd very much like to get back to my family alive. [LYTZ] You said it, mate. [CNCM] Sorry for depressing you further, Lancer II, but we're ready and waiting for the diagnostic checks now. [LCTI] Reading you clear, CenComm. We'll be doing them in the usual order: command, main, Meta. Ready, Ed? [LYTZ] Ready as ever, Paul. [LCTI] Alan? [LMNR] All good, Paul. [LCTI] Excellent. We're going to cut radio signal to align diagnostic checks in three… two… one… [SIGNAL LOST] Diagnostic results mostly nominal. Video equipment is broken and unable to be fixed. « Meta Exploration Log » » Meta Exploration Log « │ HomeBase ← CenCom ← Lancer II ↔ Lancer Crew │ [SIGNAL CONNECTED] [CTNI] Radio check, radio check. One, two, three, toast. Toast. Can you hear me, Alan? [LMNR] Reading you loud and clear. We've got one-way to CenCom and HomeBase in. [YATZ] Don't forget me, aye. Got me on mic? [LMNR] Unfortunately. < All three crewmates laugh. > [LMNR] If audio cuts out, let me know. Pop a flare round if you have to. [CTNI] If it does cut out, I'm wholly blaming you. You're the engineer in these desolate wastes. [YATZ] The only engineer. [LMNR] Yes, yes, if one of you take a hard spill, blame the guy in the capsule trying to maintain orbit for it. [YATZ] Pints on me that Paul doesn't fall. If he does, he's paying. [CTNI] As much as I'd love to banter, we've got a rough time schedule. Proceeding with time synchronization in three… two… one…. now. Timers set. [LMNR] You two arrive before the time ends so I don't miss the module. God forbid I do, I'd have to apply the retrorockets and that's never pleasant. [YATZ] We got it, pops. Be back home by curfew, not at curfew. < The sounds of thrusters and movement is heard for two minutes. > [CTNI] Ed, can you collect some soil samples? They might be tough initially but the penetrometer's giving light readings past the crust. Photo of penetrometer testing on Meta. [YATZ] That's unusual, considering Probe readings showed Meta was solid rock. Should I get some substrata samples, too? [CTNI] Better safe than sorry. It's in the deviation for testing anyway, so it shouldn't really matter. [YATZ] Gotcha. Wish it were easier though, the lack of gravity's making this a real damn chore. [CTNI] The 5420-B structure should be u- [YATZ] 5420? Why so formal? Meta structure's a hell of a lot easier to say. We've been calling it that since the mission's started, anyhow. [CTNI] Okay then, Commander Yates, where to next? [YATZ] Meta structure - dead ahead! < Milner laughs. The sounds of thrusters can be heard. > [YATZ] Bloody hell. [CTNI] My god! [LMNR] Uhh, is there something wrong, guys? [CTNI] Nothing at all - it's magnificent! [YATZ] It's like, err, well, it's like Hatchepsut's temple. That, but if it were made out of space rock and polished to a shine. Awe-inspiring. [CTNI] I'll try to see if I can get the video feed working. [LMNR] You won't; I've tried, believe me. Just take lots of photos like you were visiting Berlin again, you hear? I've got to see this. [YATZ] It's truely magnificent. It's a damn shame you're not here. [LMNR] Well, you do have to leave the best pilot be- [CTNI] Bullshit. [LMNR] …he craft - I heard that, Paul - and let all the redshirts go explore. Anyways, you two go. There's going to be a gradual loss of contact as I go around Meta and the last thing I want to hear is a tirade about how Europeans make the best pilots. [YATZ] You're only upset because you know it's true. [LMNR] Oh, shut up. Godspeed and good luck. [CTNI] You too. We'll be routing radio through the Meta Probe. OWR, six minutes approximately. [YATZ] Stay safe, ya daft idiot. [LMNR] Will do. Milner out. [SIGNAL SWITCHED] │ HomeBase ← CenCom ← Meta Probe Four ← Lancer Crew │ [SIGNAL CONNECTED] < The sounds of thrusters and movement can be heard. > [CTNI] We're approaching the structure now. It is a double-tiered structural bas-relief carving made from Meta rock. However, it is somewhat smaller than what the deep-space images suggested. How big do you estimate? [YATZ] Externally? About, err, fifty by thirty meters on its longest side. About the size of a large horse pen. Stairs going up to a higher level, ramp going down into an abyss. So, what shall it be? [CTNI] HomeBase told us to explore bottom to top, so there it is. We're headed into the abyss. < Catani & Yates can be heard turning on their flashlights. > [CTNI] What the-? [YATZ] Woah! < Both can be heard stumbling before they resume walking normally. > [CTNI] Gravity? It has Earth-like gravity! [YATZ] But that's impossible! [CTNI] I know… I know. It gives us some freedom of movement… but I'm slightly uneasy. Let's get on with it. [CTNI] It appears as if we are in a large chamber, like a foyer in a mansion. The walls are made with a slick black rock - I don't think this is natural-forming. Penetrometer's just dulling. The ramp didn't seem quite too long, but the ceiling here his vaulted approximately ten meters or so. [YATZ] Paul, there's some scribbles in the wall. I can't make anything out of them. You want to take a look? [CTNI] Why not. [YATZ] This place is spotless, just a bit dusty though. [CTNI] What did you say? [YATZ] I said it's… nothing, nothing. It's nothing. [CTNI] These look like scribbles to me, too. They've been forcibly carved into the wall. Haphazardly, as well. With what, though? There's nothing here. [YATZ] I have no clue. That a good or bad thing, then? [CTNI] I'd rather not make an erroneous judgement, but I'd unsnap your holster if I were you. We've dallied long enough here. Let's keep going, Ed. < Walking can be heard. > [YATZ] This is one very long hallway. [CTNI] Indeed. [YATZ] Is it me, or are our lights very intermittent? [CTNI] Radio's been spotty too. Check all frequencies? < The walking stops. > [YATZ] It's just static and noise. [CTNI] Noise? [YATZ] Yeah, hear it for yourself. < A faint, undiscernable noise can be heard. > Radio noise frequency response of the Meta signal. Clocks out at approx. 600Hz (black line). [CTNI] That's it! We must be getting interference from the Meta signal. That must mean it's further down this way. [YATZ] Not to be rude or anything, Paul, but we can't be sure of it. [CTNI] Trust me, I can feel it. We're almost there. [YATZ] Well, we'd better skedaddle. A good part of our alotted time's already up. < A large cracking noise. > [YATZ] Paul, you okay? Helmet intact? [CTNI] I'm okay, Ed. This is the stuff that cracked. It's very mirror-like. What is it? Some sort of crystal? [YATZ] Seems like it. It's a bit fragile, though. If you push… < A shattering sound accompanied by minute debris is heard. > [CTNI] A mirror? On an asteroid past Mars? Unbelievable. [YATZ] Considering who we work for? Blimey, you're nuts. What's on the other side? [CTNI] My god, Ed, simply impossible. [YATZ] One after another, this place is full of surprises, isn't it? It's like a damn hall o' mirrors. [CTNI] The signal's stronger in here. You have yarn? [YATZ] Rope and several pitons in the pack, if that counts. [CTNI] It'll do. Lay it down the best you can. Let's kill the Minotaur. < The sounds of walking. > [YATZ] God, this is quite extreme for one signal. You could get lost in here forever. Don't you agree? There's me, there's me, that's me, and who are you? Also me. < A loud shattering noise. > [YATZ] Paul? You clumsy fool, is that another pint I hear? Paul? < Another shattering noise. > [YATZ] Paul, if you're lost, try to see if you can find the rope. The signal's drowning us out, muddying the feed. It's clearer to hear though, cause of th- < Adagio in G Minor can be heard, softly but clearly. > [YATZ] Bloody hell, is that Albinoni? Alan, you back on the comms? < Silence. > [YATZ] Of course radio's down. If either of you can hear me: I'm stationary. Paul, just try to see if you can follow the rope. Alan, if you're back on co- [CTNI] There you are. < Yates screams. > [YATZ] Bloody hell, you daft fool. You scared me to hell and back. Where have you been? [CTNI] Sorry, Edward. I got a little mixed up. Rope trail got lost in the mirrors. [YATZ] Is Alan back on comms for you? [CTNI] No, why? [YATZ] I could've sworn on the Queen I heard Albinoni's Adagio. [CTNI] No. I can only hear the signal and your voice. [YATZ] Anyways… are we going to continue on? I think this is sufficient data to supplement their curiosity. You've already gotten lost once, too, so…. [CTNI] I agree, let us leave. - sten to it! [YATZ] What? [CTNI] Didn't say anything. Are you compromised, Edward? [YATZ] Geesh, a bit rude. < Walking can be heard. > [YATZ] What in the hell? [CTNI] That's not me, Edward. < The snapping of a holster is heard. > [CTNI] Ed, no! Don't sh- [SIGNAL LOST] │ HomeBase ← CenCom ← Lancer II ↔ Lancer Crew │ [SIGNAL CONNECTED] [LMNR] Time's up, you buffoons. Who's buying the beer? [LMNR] Hello, guys? Uhh, let's see- [SIGNAL SWITCHED] │ HomeBase ← CenCom ← Lancer II │ │ Lancer Crew ↔ Meta Probe Four ↔ Lancer II │ [SIGNAL CONNECTED] [LMNR] There, switched to general broadcast on Probe Four. How was the trip? [LMNR] Paul? Ed? This is Alan, I'm not receiving you guys. I've got the docking seal ready to- < A loud thump, followed by mechanical locking is heard. > [LMNR] Jesus Christ! Give me some warning at least! Didn't think you guys would be so eager to get back, anyways. Seal's engaged. How'd it go? [CTNI] Everything perfect. [YATZ] Everything perfect. [SIGNAL CUT] Radio log files were sent to CenCom and HomeBase following the successful re-docking of the Meta module. « DAY 36 Radio Log » » DAY 36 Radio Log « │ HomeBase ↔ CenCom ↔ Lancer II │ [SIGNAL CONNECTED] < Adagio in G Minor can be heard throughout the craft. > [FBHR] Lancer II, can you read us? We can hear some input from the ambient channel but not from your main radio. [CNCM] Lancer II, do you copy? [FBHR] Central Command, are you receiving any input? [CNCM] Nothing from radio, Dr. Bouchere. [FBHR] Anything we can do? [CNCM] Hope and pray. [FBHR] As much as I'd love to, O5-9's been getting on our asses about the project. I need good news. Can you get Penfold? [CPND] You needed me, ma'am? [FBHR] Yes. Can you send me readings of the Lancer crew's medical diagnostics? I need to package them up and send it to the higher-ups. [CPND] The medical reports? [FBHR] The medical reports. [CPFD] About that, Bouchere… uhh, we're not getting any active medical reports from Lancer II. [FBHR] Say that again? [CPFD] I said we're no- [FBHR] I heard the first time. Why isn't there anything coming in on the medical diagnostics? [CPFD] Well, we technically are, but it's… it's just music. [FBHR] Albinoni's Ada- [CPFD] Adagio in- yeah. I don't know why it's only registering that. Try to see if you can break it to your boss lightly. [FBHR] That's- hrm. I'll see what I can do about telling O5-9. [CPFD] Funny they're so dedicated to this project. Didn't they vote against it? [FBHR] I think they're looking for an excuse to shut it down. < Silence. > [LNCR] Albinoni Adagio? [FBHR] Lancer? Lancer II, is that you? Lancer, can you repeat your last transmission? [SIGNAL LOST] « Re-entry Radio Log » » Re-entry Radio Log « │ HomeBase ↔ CenCom ↔ Lancer II │ [SIGNAL CONNECTED] [FDHB] Ma'am, we're recieving radio contact. [LNCR] We're closing in, are we good for re-entry? [FDHB] Oh, thank god. You're all-clear, Lancer II. [LNCR] Sorry about the radio. Milner fixed it. It was completely broken, no input in or out. [CNCM] We're… err, just glad to have you back. We were all worried about you guys. [LNCR] Great, we're coming in hot. [FBHR] How was the flight, Catani? [LNCR] The return trip was optimal, everything perfect. [CNCM] Good. Preparing for radio silence in five minutes. [LNCR] Great. We're coming in hot. [CNCM] Uhh, copy. [LNCR] The return trip was optimal, everything perfect. [CNCM] Lancer II, are you okay? [LNCR] Great. We're coming in hot. The return tri- [CPFD] Catani? Yates? [LNCR] -erfect. [CPFD] Lancer II, what's two plus two? [LNCR] Great, we're coming in- [CPFD] Lancer II, what was the item number you were studying? [LNCR] -everything perfect. [FBHR] Penfold, get the interception crew on standby. Now. Have them hold until we can get our containment guys on there. [CPFD] Already on it. [SIGNAL LOST] Biomedical readings of the Lancer crew, sent immediately prior to re-entry. The three leftmost lines represent the brain function of the crew, and the three rightmost the crew's heart rate. Addendum 03: Lancer II Recovery/After-Action « Recovery Log » » Recovery Log « RECOVERY REPORT > > SEALED BY THE O5 COUNCIL < < LANCER II FINAL REPORT Lancer II touched down on October 10 in the Atlantic Ocean. Despite the stray from flight pattern deviations, the pilot capsule landed in an easily retrievable area. However, upon Foundation recovery crews arrival at the scene, the capsule was found to be mostly submerged. Medical and recovery teams acted quickly, but they were unable to save the lives of NASA/Foundation astronauts Paul Catani, Edward Yates, and Alan Milner. An investigation into the capsule's submergence revealed the capsule hatch had been opened from the inside; possibly a result of the astronauts' lack of water egress training. Lancer II's recovery failure has been attributed to panic from the water submersion and possible 'psychological imbalance' leading to the immediate opening of the hatch - causing the drowning of the three crew members. This is corroborated by a signal from the capsule received seven minutes after impact2. Fault has also been found in the radio logs sent/transferred by Meta Probe Four. A lack of an imaging system on the probe also contributed to misleading logs of Meta. Even in light of the unfortunate deaths of the Lancer crew, the "Mission to Meta" was overall a resounding success and provided fruitful in gaining invaluable data on SCP-5420. An autopsy of the three astronauts was attempted, but due to the impossibility of removing the corpses from the spacesuits, the official cause of death has been listed as drowning. The reason for the difficulties with the spacesuits is currently unknown. The spacesuit material was unable to be penetrated and the suit's seals could not be released. In accordance to the last wishes of the crew, the corpses of all three will be cremated and their ashes scattered into the ocean. A proposal for another Lancer flight will not be attempted. — Prepared by O5-9 Footnotes 1. The trip, according to the calculations performed, would have been approximately a four-month one-way trip; neither the technology nor information allowed for an accurate landing on SCP-5420 within an acceptable margin of error. 2. Cmdr. Catani and Yates pleading to "get us out of here" and that they "were trapped". |
SCP-5421 | euclid | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains heavy subject matter such as harrassment and suicide. ⚠️ content warning Ecronak Enjoyed the skip? Give some of my other works a look here! Item#: 5421 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo A photograph of the interior of SCP-5421-A as captured from the camera of Psi-7-2. A part of SCP-5421 can be seen. Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-5421-A is to be secured at all times. By no means are personnel allowed entry into SCP-5421-A unless express permission is given by at least two members of the O5 council. Should personnel enter SCP-5421-A, they must not make eye contact with SCP-5421. As knowing the details of SCP-5421’s existence is infohazardous, any articles of knowledge about SCP-5421 outside of the Foundation database are to be immediately destroyed. Under no circumstances are personnel allowed to view these articles. Should any personnel view the aforementioned articles, they are to be immediately apprehended and given Class A amnestics before they return to their place of residence. Should amnestics be unavailable, salt is to be sprinkled at the entrance of the aforementioned place of residence before the afflicted person enters. Description: SCP-5421-A is a standard condominium one bedroom unit at the ███████ Luxury Apartments building located in Nagoya, Japan. Until 9/17/2018, the condominium unit harbored no signs of anomalous activity. The first records of the aforementioned anomalous activity at the condominium unit began when a 22-year-old woman named Aiko Fujiwara took up residence within the unit. SCP-5421 is [DATA EXPUNGED]. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following file has been classified as an infohazard. All personnel viewing it must submit themselves to Class A amnesticization before returning to their place of residence. Any deviation from this mandate will be met with severe punishment. — Maria Jones, Director, RAISA . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Discovery Log: On 9/22/2018, five days after Fujiwara’s arrival, the condominium unit’s door was found to be ajar. Residents in the adjacent rooms complained of a smell emanating from SCP-5421-A. A few hours later, employees at the hotel opened the unit, and found Fujiwara’s bloating corpse on the floor of SCP-5421-A, showing signs that the subject had died of exsanguination1 from self-inflicted wounds. Subsequent investigations by local police estimate that Fujiwara had been dead for ten days, the peculiar time window of which prompted operatives from the Foundation’s Japanese branch to arrive on the scene. Shortly after the arrival of Foundation personnel, the ███████ Luxury Apartments building that contained SCP-5421-A was closed down, with Foundation personnel citing Cover Story 18 (Health Concerns) in order to evacuate all residents and employees from the building. The scene of the incident, including Fujiwara's corpse, was left untouched on the request of Foundation personnel. The structure was then designated as Containment Site 44. Due to the suspected presence of a temporal anomaly, the deployment of an investigation team was bypassed. Three members of MTF Psi-7 ("Home Improvement") arrived on the scene seventeen hours after the building was closed. Exploration Log: Foreword: At 11:12 PM, under the oversight of the Provisional Director of Site 44, the operatives of MTF Psi-7 made preparations to enter SCP-5421-A. All video footage of the exploration was broadcast live to HQ, located in the lobby. The surrounding hallway leading into SCP-5421-A was cleared beforehand. <Begin Log> HQ: Psi-7, you are cleared to enter. Psi-7-1: Affirmative, HQ. Psi-7-1 slowly opens the door leading into SCP-5421-A. Psi-7-2 and Psi-7-3 enter. Psi-7-1 follows. The interior of the condominium unit is disorderly. Several pieces of plastic wrapper are strewn all across the floor. The refrigerator unit is ajar. Three empty one-liter bottles of water are placed on the center table. A flat-screen television lays broken on the floor. The Mobile Task Force team comes across the corpse of Aiko Fujiwara. Her eyes and ears show self-inflicted damage using a sharp object. Dried blood is pooled under her body. Psi-7-2: Damn, that’s our dead girl. She looks bad. Psi-7-3: Never seen a decomposing body before, Arnie? Psi-7-2: Afghanistan never had us dig up any rotten corpses. Psi-7-3: Well, looks like there’s a first time for everything. Psi-7-2: Ha-ha. You were a cop, Yel, we get it. You don't need to rub it in. Psi-7-3 crouches down to get a better view of the corpse. She turns the body over, and finds that there is a crumpled piece of paper held loosely in her hand. Psi-7-3 retrieves it with some difficulty. Psi-7-3: Found something. Keep watch for me, please. Psi-7-3’s video feed shows a crumpled piece of paper, which she unfurls. Most of the paper has been rendered unreadable by marker ink. Psi-7-2: Can you read Japanese, Yel? Psi-7-3: Limited amounts. Psi-7-3 pauses to read. Psi-7-3: The… House Man? It says the House Man. There’s an illustration here that shows a face, but that's it. Psi-7-2: You think that that’s our bogey? Psi-7-3: I don’t jump to conclusions, but I think it is. There’s an inscription here on the top left, too. Psi-7-3 pauses to read again. Psi-7-3: Obaa… chan. She got it from her grandmother? It says something like that. Psi-7-2: What did she get from her grandmother? Psi-7-3: Don’t know. The sound of a churning liquid is heard above them. Psi-7-2 looks up. Psi-7-2: The hell was that? Psi-7-1 raises a hand to signal silence. Psi-7-1: Shh. Psi-7-1 scans his surroundings. Psi-7-1: Comb the rooms. Psi-7-2 and Psi-7-3: Affirmative, Sir. All three operatives move in separate directions. Psi-7-1 secures the kitchen. Psi-7-2 secures the bathroom. Psi-7-3 secures the bedroom. Thirty-seconds transpire. Psi-7-2: Negative bogeys on the kitchen. Fridge seems to be empty, though. Psi-7-1: Clear in the bathroom. Looks like she couldn't flush, though. Yelena? Psi-7-3: Clear in the bedroom. I see a laptop. There’s a phone on the bed. Psi-7-3 pauses. Psi-7-3: I feel like we're being watched. Psi-7-3 turns around quickly. Psi-7-1 and Psi-7-2 enter. Psi-7-3: You hear that? Psi-7-1: Hear what, Yelena? Psi-7-3 looks up, and then around her. Psi-7-3: I felt… eyes. Up there. Psi-7-3 points up, above the doorway to the bedroom. The wall contains nothing out of the ordinary. Psi-7-1: Nothing’s there. Psi-7-2: You think it’s something hallucinatory, Boss? Psi-7-1: …perhaps. We don’t know what the hell we’re dealing with here. Psi-7-1 turns to the laptop, then looks at the diary. Psi-7-1: Alright. No more messing around. Two, I want you to open that phone. Connect it to your gear and transmit the files back to HQ. Psi-7-2: Affirmative. Psi-7-2 picks up the smartphone, using a USB cord to connect it to the port in his helmet. Psi-7-1: Three, take a look at the laptop, see if it’s still on. Psi-7-3: Got it, One. Psi-7-3 takes a seat at the desk and opens the laptop. Twelve seconds pass. Psi-7-1: How’s progress, Two and Three? Psi-7-3: The laptop seems to be open. Thank God it’s still got some juice in it. Running through files now. Psi-7-2: Transfer's completed. Found some audio files too. Looks like she kept a diary. Psi-7-1: What did you see- Suddenly, the bedroom door creaks open. A deep masculine groan is heard. All operatives of Psi-7 look in the direction of the door. Psi-7-1: That’s definitely our bogey. Three, keep on that laptop. Two, what did you say? Psi-7-2: There's audio, but I can't understand it. It's in Japanese. Psi-7-1 keeps firm watch on the door. His weapon is at the ready. Psi-7-1: Two, exchange places with Three. I need her to listen to it. Wordlessly, both operatives exchange positions. Psi-7-3: Alright. Alright. “He’s in the walls, he’s in the ceiling, I can hear him laugh.” Psi-7-2: What the fuck does that mean? Psi-7-3: I don’t know, alright? “He’s watching me. He’s playing with me. I don’t know what he is but he’s playing with me.” Psi-7-2: Fucking hell. Psi-7-1: Professionalism, Two. Three, continue. Psi-7-2: Sorry boss, but I… I found something. In the Videos folder. Psi-7-1 looks in the direction of the laptop screen. Psi-7-2 opens the laptop. The video shows blurry hidden camera footage of Fujiwara in her bedroom. What looks like black eyes watch her from above her bed. Fujiwara then wakes up, making eye contact with them. Immediately, the eyes contort into an expression of anger, disappearing three seconds later. The same flowing sound from earlier is heard. Psi-7-1 turns around. Psi-7-2: Boss. It’s behind you, isn’t it? Psi-7-1 gulps. Psi-7-1: Keep calm, now. Keep calm. A laugh from above is heard. A silence intervenes for 3 seconds. Psi-7-1: …three. What have you heard so far? Psi-7-3: Nothing! Just don’t look up all over again. “Don’t look up. Don’t look up.” She says that if you know, don’t look up. It’s how she was trapped in here. She says not to… go home after you know, or else he’ll haunt you too. Psi-7-2: We know, don’t we, boss? Like she said? Psi-7-3 looks straight into Psi-7-1’s eyes. Psi-7-3: One. We need to get out of here. Psi-7-1 nods. Psi-7-1: Run. Now. SCP-5421: Iye. The bedroom door closes. Psi-7-1 tries to open it, but it refuses to move. The door to the hall outside closes with a loud bang. Psi-7-3: No. He said no. Psi-7-2: Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! Psi-7-1: Look down, now! Yelena, Arnie, look fucking down! All operatives look down. Psi-7-1: Stop. Don’t look up. Don’t look up. Don’t look up. Don’t look up. The same flowing sound is heard behind Psi-7-1. Heavy breathing is soon heard. Psi-7-2: Boss. Boss?! Through Psi-7-2’s camera, a finger can be seen tracing a long line down Psi-7-1’s back. At the same time, through Psi-7-3's camera, a long black arm could be found caressing Psi-7-2's spine. They both retreat after several seconds. SCP-5421 speaks in Japanese in a playful manner. Psi-7-3: “Look up, my… Pretties." he says. “Look up. Look up.” Psi-7-2: Go fuck yourself! Psi-7-1: Two, stand the fuck down! Three, can you bargain with it? Psi-7-3: I’ll try. Psi-7-3 begins to speak in Japanese. A rippling sound is heard again, this time behind Psi-7-3. A long, dark arm comes out from the wall, caressing Psi-7-3’s cheek. Psi-7-3 shivers, but keeps speaking. SCP-5421 responds. A giggle is heard. Psi-7-2: Jesus Christ. Psi-7-1: What did he say? Psi-7-3: That we're so beautiful… that… that we shouldn't have caught him, that he can’t wait to starve us, to watch us wither, and… Psi-7-3 bites her lip. Psi-7-3: To torment us. Psi-7-2: Jesus fucking Christ almighty. Psi-7-1: Okay. Okay. So long as we don’t look up, we’re okay. SCP-5421 laughs. He begins to speak again. Flowing water above is heard. Psi-7-3: He says… Psi-7-3’s knees are quivering. Psi-7-3: He says “Fine.” Psi-7-1: Oh dear… God. Psi-7-1 raises his right hand. Psi-7-1: Everyone. Arm. Psi-7-2 and Psi-7-3 reach for their weapons. The flowing sound begins to increase in volume. Psi-7-1: Ready? Both Psi-7-2 and Psi-7-3 stamp their feet to signal their affirmation. Psi-7-1: Don't look up. Fire at will! The Mobile Task Force operatives begin firing into the ceiling. The gunfire persists for several seconds. Psi-7-2: Is it dead, Boss? Psi-7-1: Hope so. A notification is heard from the laptop. Psi-7-2, keeping his head low, begins to investigate it. A window without a close button pops up on the screen. Psi-7-1: Arnie. Turn it off. Psi-7-2: I can’t read anything, wait. Psi-7-2 presses a random button. The window gives way to a live camera feed of the bedroom. The sound of running water is heard again. Psi-7-1: ARNIE, LOOK AWAY- Psi-7-2 is unable to look away from the screen as the face of SCP-5421 comes into full view. The sound of a door locking is heard before the recording abruptly stops. <End Log> Afterword: Foundation personnel arrived at the entrance of SCP-5421-A two minutes after the video feed cut out. The door was found to be ajar. All three members of the exploration team were found to be lying dead on the ground, having committed suicide with their weapons. No other marks have been found on their bodies, which were still fresh by the time that they were found. Foundation researchers have later theorized that SCP-5421 has full control of SCP-5421-A, and has the ability to isolate it within its own pocket dimension for as long as it wishes to once a person makes eye contact with it. As of the time of writing, no other personnel have been given the clearance to enter SCP-5421-A. All personnel who oversaw the operation have been amnesticized to prevent the transfer of SCP-5421 outside of SCP-5421-A. Addendum 5421.01: The following file is the audio journal of Aiko Fujiwara, as sent to HQ by Psi-7-2 prior to the deaths of all three members of MTF Psi-7. All entries have been transcribed from the audio files and translated from Japanese, with extraneous entries unrelated to SCP-5421 being removed for brevity. 9/11/2018 God, I still can’t believe she’s gone, and so suddenly… Grandmother was such a kind soul. What a thing to take with me to Nagoya next week, right? Mom made sure to give me some of her keepsakes. Her old journals, her old necklace… damn, that necklace really fit her. No matter. Mom said Grandmother got the necklace from when she went to Hokkaido when she was twenty-one, some top secret mission for the post-occupation government or something. Brought the necklace back with her. Who knew that Grandmother was some secret spy, right? (…) I took a look at the journals earlier, though, and some of them seemed to be stuck with some kind of glue. I’ll work on separating them when I get the time. The other entries seemed to be really interesting on their own. [Extraneous entries removed] 9/16/2018 (…) In other news, finally got the damn pages separated. Mom’s old paper knife came in handy for the first time in thirty years. Entries in the journals detailed some scary shit. Apparently, Grandmother heard about some sort of henge2 called a House Man(?) up in Hokkaido, some kind of really obscure folk tale with the Ainu3. He was said to live in ceilings and swam(?) in them, peeking on young men and women and playing with them like some old… pervert. He'd lock them in and watched them die too, once they found out he was there. Grandmother said that the people she talked to made that clear. The Ainu used to sprinkle salt at their door whenever they remembered or were told about him, for fear that he’ll come after their children once they remember him. Oh, crap, is that where Grandmother got that habit? Mom and I always wondered why. I don’t know how that fits in with all the things Grandmother did over there, but she seemed to have a knack for collecting folk stories. Wonder why the pages were stuck together, though. (…) That sweet damn kiss from him was the last thing I got before I set out for Nagoya. Goodbye, Ibusuki! You were so good to me. Thank you so much for all the memories. Goodbye too, Grandmother. 9/17/2018 Hello, Nagoya! Just finally entered my new home. Moved in all of my stuff, put up the picture frames. Ate out at a ramen place to celebrate. New place seems to be noisy, though. I think there’s a leaking pipe around here, keep hearing water. I thought Mom checked it over? Neighbors over in the next room are noisy as hell, too. I wonder why she rented it out for me. (…) (…) Huh. So I just took my clothes off earlier and put them in the hamper and… They don't seem to be there? Do we have a rat problem here, too? 9/18/2018 (…) Right after I came home from teaching, something strange happened, though. When I came in, something brushed up against my leg? It was solid and cold, like dead fingers. I’m shivering just thinking about it. Leaky pipe’s getting worse too. Keep hearing water all around the condo. Here. [Fujiwara appears to lift her hand. The sound of running water is heard.] I’ll keep recording after I wash up. (…) God, is this place haunted? Lightbulb kept turning on and off in the shower. Went right back after dressing up, and it seems to be working fine, but now the lightbulb in my bedroom is acting up too. Doesn't help that I had a nightmare, too. A voice whispering in my ear. Something breathing down my neck. Fingers tracing lines down my legs. My face. It makes me shiver when I think about it. Fuck this. I’m checking the assignments and heading to sleep. 9/19/2018 Goddamn that leaky fucking pipe! Woke up in the early morning with warm water dripping on my face. It was hard to go to sleep after that, so I took a shower. Bulb was acting up again. I thought I heard… breathing, too. Heavy breathing. Went back to the bedroom. Same damn thing. Found some pitch black stains on the clothes in my closet too, smelled like bleach or something. I know this is a new place and all, but… I wanna move out of here already. This is creepy as all hell. Doesn’t help that the neighbors are still noisy too. When I come back home later, I’ll get a member of the maintenance staff to check it. (…) Hina-san, the maintenance lady, said that there were no leaky pipes in the unit. Bulbs were fine, too. I told her it was impossible. The bulbs were acting up, and the pipes were leaking since I got here. She just shrugged, joked that it was an oni haunting me, and bid me farewell. That got me wondering, though. About the henge in Grandmother’s journal. What if… No, I don’t want to think about it. Regardless, I’ve decided to sleep over at Rina's place tomorrow. If it really is some henge following me, I do hope he leaves when I come back. I’ve installed a camera in my bedroom, too. I want to get to the bottom of this tonight. 9/20/2018 Oh dear God. Save me. Save me. I woke up suddenly at night and saw him and the door closed and he is there. The eyes. They've always looked at me while I slept… He always watches me. He took my clothes from the hamper, too. The warm water from the ceiling… It's saliva. He is… he is… [The sound of heavy breathing is heard. Fujiwara's voice lowers.] He is breathing next to me right now. The door is locked. He locked it. I can't get out. Everything’s silent and the power’s off and I can’t hear the neighbors anymore. He's not allowing me to sleep. Every time I try to eat or drink he harries me. Springs from the wall and makes sure I can't keep my food down… Or summons his hand from the floor to grab my leg or my arm. But he doesn't kill me. He doesn't dare do anything worse than scare me. I know what he is. He's a fucking coward. Can't do anything else than look at someone helpless. That's what you are, aren't you?! A fucking coward!? [The shuffle of fabric is heard.] No! Get away from me. Get away from me! [The sound of a knife hitting the floor is heard.] GET AW- NO DATE DISPLAYED He’s in the walls, he’s in the ceiling, I can hear him laugh! He’s watching me. He’s playing with me. I don’t know what he is but he’s playing with me. I shouldn't have looked up. That's what allowed him to trap me in here like all his other victims. His hands can go all around the house, but his face… His face is only on the ceiling. Did he watch me all the time since I got here? For how long? Was he the one responsible for the black stains? Was… No. He can only scare me. That's all he does. I've tried fighting back but he can retreat so fast… [Fujiwara begins to sob.] I'm so sorry, Grandmother. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have looked in your journals. You hid them away for a reason. [A playful singing is heard.] Whoever's listening to this… please stay away. He's already onto you. Don't look up. Don't look up. Don't look up. Don't try to find out what he is. If you can hear this, sprinkle salt on your doorstep every time you head home. It's your only chance. [The singing gets closer.] He will trap you. You know about him now, too. Don't go home without sprinkling salt. Don't look up. He says… he says that he will watch me die. I know he's there. He'll watch me die. He can't do anything worse, but he'll… watch… me… die. [Rushing water is heard again. SCP-5421's voice is heard in the distance. It is inaudible.] No, stay away. STAY AWAY! STAY AWAY FROM ME, YOU FUCKING BASTARD! [The sound of a knife being taken from a countertop is heard.] I DON'T WANNA SEE YOU ANYMORE! I DON'T WANNA KNOW YOU'RE HERE! [Fujiwara screams. The sound of stabbing is heard four times. Fujiwara falls to the ground.] [The audio recording continues for several minutes, then a deep masculine voice is heard.] Shame. She didn't last long. [A door creaks open. Rushing water is heard, then a tap on glass, presumed to be on the smartphone. The recording abruptly ends.] Footnotes 1. Commonly known as bleeding out. 2. Changed things or mutants, related to yōkai (spirits) 3. 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SCP-5422 | esoteric-class | Item#: 5422 Level3 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: cernunnos Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to the location and nature of SCP-5422 direct containment is not currently possible, although the nature of the anomaly means it is primarily self-containing. Efforts will focus on the study of the anomaly and mitigation of its growth, however complete prevention of SCP-5422's growth is currently considered impossible1. Agents imbedded within anomalous organizations and communities will actively discourage the use of intangibility for tactical or recreational purposes and will make efforts to prevent any experiments involving such, to the extent that it does not interfere with their other duties. Foundation experiments involving intangibility will only be carried out when there is judged to be a minimal risk of the creation of a SCP-5422-1 instance. Analysis of SCP-5422 is to be performed via use of thaumaturgical scanning equipment and Intangible object detection devices. SCP-5422 is to be continually monitored to detect the arrival of SCP-5422-1 instances at SCP-5422. Proposals regarding SCP-5422 are to be reviewed and accepted/denied on a case-by-case basis by all relevant parties. Any feasible proposals pertaining to the permanent neutralization of SCP-5422 are pre-emptively approved by the Ethics committee. Description: SCP-5422 refers to a mass of intangible objects located at the approximate gravitational center of the earth. While this mass consists partially of various chunks of earth, small objects and animals, the vast majority of the mass is composed of human bodies, hence after referred to as SCP-5422-1 instances. SCP-5422-1 instances appear to have no singular source, rather originating from a variety of sources over the course of several centuries. All SCP-5422-1 instances have been measured to be between 0.2-0.3 on the Yempit opacity scale2. There are currently believed to be over ████████ SCP-5422-1 instances within SCP-5422. + Log of notable SCP-5422 instances - Close SCP-5422-1 instance Description SCP-5422-1-20 A Caucasian male of approximately 30 years of age. The instance is dressed in clothes consistent with those of the 13th century and emits mild amounts of Akiva radiation. The instance appears to have suffocated. SCP-5422-1-537 A young, heavily disfigured female of apparent Asian descent. The instance show wounds consistent with those typically inflicted by SCP-███, believed to be the cause of their presence within SCP-54223. These wounds do not appear to have been fatal. SCP-5422-1-4035 Instance is identical in appearance to D-15480 prior to test 4035-27. Instance appears to have died from starvation. SCP-5422-1-11037 through 11043 Instances wear armory consistent with that of the Allied Occult Initiative4. A piece of machinery held by one of the instances is believed to be responsible for these instances' presence in SCP-5422. It is unknown whether the instances are aware of or have ascertained each others' presence. SCP-5422-1-███████ through ████████ All instances are identical to a person confirmed to be alive as of 1980. As all the vast majority of these people are confirmed to still be present on the earth's surface, it is unknown how these instances exist, although they have been confirmed to be present in SCP-5422 as a result of unstable Hume fluctuations. Due to this, the status of the instances is unknown. SCP-5422-1-1 See Addendum-1 - Close Addendum-1: Discovery: SCP-5422 was discovered in the aftermath of Incident-██-35. Incident-██-35 involved several assailants from the Chaos Insurgency attacking Site-██, presumably with the goal of securing SCP-048. While the attack was successfully repelled, the assailants activated a device while on the retreat to prevent their capture. The activation of the device cast what is believed to be a modified version of thaumaturgical ritual D5-24, resulting in a large portion of the Site, along with the device, SCP-048 and numerous personnel becoming intangible, and subsequently falling through the ground5. Among these personnel was Researcher Bradbury, who was in his office at the time of the device's activation. Approximately 3 hours after the incident, during cleanup and repair operations, the following message was received on several co-workers' computers: + Recovered Communication - Close HELP HELP IM A FOUNDATION RESEARCHER WE WERE ATTACKED SOMETHING HAPPENED AND NOW I CANT SEE OR HEAR OR FEEL ANYTHING [Redacted for brevity] Signal tracing located the origin of this message to be approximately 44km beneath Site-██. It is believed that Researcher Bradley was in contact with his personal work computer at the time of transformation, and that the anomalous augmentations of the computer6, along with his training in non-visual typing7, allowed him to continue to communicate with his surface colleagues. It was considered likely that Researcher Bradbury was experiencing extreme sensatory deprivation as a result of his location and intangible nature. The signal from Bradbury's computer continued to be tracked for several hours before coming to rest at the approximate gravitational center of the earth. The use of thaumaturgical ritual B9-73 was authorized, resulting in the discovery of SCP-54228. Addendum-2: Communication: SCP-5422 Research Proposal Attempt two-way communication with Researcher Bradbury via a Foundation standard computer, as so to ascertain more about the nature of his situation. Status: Approved by O5 command Reason: Two-way communication would allow active analysis of Researcher Bradbury's situation and the nature of SCP-5422 along with the status of lost objects and personnel. Following the approval of the above proposal, communication was attempted with Researcher Bradbury (Hence after referred to as SCP-5422-1-1) via his computer, which was still believed to be in his possession. The following interaction resulted: + Recovered Communication - Close Interviewed: SCP-5422-1-1 Interviewer: Dr Carlson Foreword: This interview was conducted via Dr Carlson's email account. Dr Carlson was chosen for the interview due to being a prior co-worker of SCP-5422-1-1 and receiving the multiple emails from it. These emails have been placed into an interview format for easy reading with spelling and grammar corrections. <Begin Log> SCP-5422-1-1: Is anyone there? I'm sorry for typing in all caps, I just needed to attract your attention. Anyone? Dr Carlson: Bradbury? Researcher Bradbury? Can you see this? SCP-5422-1-1: Anyone at all? Dr Carlson: Can you see this Bradbury? SCP-5422-1-1: The Site Director said this would work. Dr Carlson: You can't see this can you. SCP-5422-1-1: "Extradimensional technology" they said. "It will never fail, even pocket dimensions and rooms with impossible geometry!". Even if no-one saw my messages you'd think an AI would pick it up. SCP-5422-1-1: Yet I've been typing at this god damn thing for hours, days even! And no reply. Guess they never accounted for wherever the hell I am. I can't see, or hear, or feel anything except this computer! And it DOESN'T EVEN WORK! Dr Carlson: Stay calm Bradbury, we'll figure out a way to retrieve you. <End Log> Closing Statement: It is currently believed that SCP-5422-1-1 was unable to perceive that he had been contacted due to sensatory deprivation. Shortly after this interview, communication from SCP-5422-1-1 ceased. This is believed to be due to SCP-5422-1-1 falling asleep. Addendum-3: Research & Analysis: Following initial communication attempts, research through alternate methods was proposed. SCP-5422 Research Proposal Deploy a deep-earth probe for the analysis of SCP-5422 and the retrieval of lost personnel. Status: Denied by O5 command Reason: The cost and risks of such a project would far outweigh the potential benefits. Research and analysis was eventually authorized via further use of thaumaturgical ritual B9-73 and other relevant thaumaturgical processes along with recently developed technology for detecting intangible anomalous entities9. The anomaly was determined to not be from a single original source, cause or event, but rather a multitude of sources, causes and events, which collectively resulted in the formation of SCP-5422 due to their similar natures and outcomes. Current containment procedures were implemented shortly thereafter. Around this time, SCP-5422-1-1 resumed communication. + Recovered communication - Close Note: Grammar and spelling corrections have been made. SCP-5422-1-1: Hello? I just woke up. Or at least I think I woke up. Hard to tell when you can see just as much awake as asleep. SCP-5422-1-1 Still have this computer though, so that's something. Found it floating against my chest if you'd believe that. Guess the gravity in this place is kinda funked up… Come to think of it, I don't even know which way is down. SCP-5422-1-1: Guess this is how Scranton must have felt. At least he had some idea of where he was. Don't think I am where he was though, cause I still feel hungry. And thirsty. SCP-5422-1-1: Why am even still writing these? I guess because of the slight chance that the Foundation, or heck anyone at all will see these. No sure how, but that sort of stuff seems to happen surprisingly often. I mean, I know they're not getting it, else they would have rescued me by now. Or at least sent a response. SCP-5422-1-1: As it is, I'm just sitting here, in a empty void, sending messages that no-one will see. And no-on knows where I am. I'm going to die here, aren't I ? These messages was followed by several similar message strings over the course of several hours before once again ceasing (Consult Addendum-5422-B for a full list of recovered transmissions). This is believed to be due to SCP-5422-1-1 fainting from sleep deprivation. Addendum-4: Ongoing Containment: Due to the remote location and difficult to contain nature of SCP-5422, multiple proposals to contain it more securely were submitted. SCP-5422 Containment Proposal Deploy a deep-earth probe for equipped with an incorporeal entity vacuum chamber for the containment and transportation of SCP-5422, along with the recovery of lost personnel. Status: Denied by O5 command Reason: Once again, the cost and risks of such a project would far outweigh the potential benefits. Furthermore, incorporeal entity vacuum chamber partially solidifies all intangible objects placed within it, making it impractical for transporting a large number. SCP-5422 Containment Proposal Use SCP-██ to teleport SCP-5422 to a suitable Foundation holding site, as so to allow for the recovery of lost personnel. Status: Denied by O5 command Reason: SCP-██ is too valuable to risk for an objective like this. Furthermore, there is no guarantee that the SCP-5422-1 instances will be affected by it. The following communication was received from SCP-5422-1-1: + Recovered communication - Close Note: Grammar and spelling corrections have been made. SCP-5422-1-1: So here it is, my last-ditch attempt for rescue. And yes, it's just more of the same, because there isn't much to do in this void of a place is there? SCP-5422-1-1 I've kind of made peace with the fact that I'm almost certainly going to die down here. Hey, at least I get to write some poetic stuff before I go! Thank goodness for touch-typing. SCP-5422-1-1: The again, I might be typing gibberish. Who knows? SCP-5422-1-1: Well, if anyone does see this, let this be my dying request. Stop this. Stop whatever happened to me from happening to someone else. SCP-5422-1-1: When I entered the Foundation, I kind of already made peace with the fact I was more than likely going to die on the job. I mean, I would have been crazy to work with cognitohazards if I hadn't. SCP-5422-1-1: But what if this happens to someone else? Someone totally unprepared for the experience? Someone with a family to go back to, who desperately doesn't die in a place like this? Someone who has to spend much longer in here? If it happened to me it could happen to others, and I know I have a slightly higher chance than most of people knowing what happened to me. SCP-5422-1-1: Stop this. If not for my sake, for theirs. SCP-5422-1-1: God, I'm so thirsty. Following this, communication from SCP-5422-1-1 ceased and has not since resumed. This is believed to be due to SCP-5422-1-1's death from dehydration. Addendum-6: Neutralization Proposals: SCP-5422 Neutralization Proposal Use of an intangible explosive device to neutralize SCP-5422. Status: Denied by O5 command Reason: This is unlikely to resolve the issue for any significant length of time. SCP-5422 Neutralization Proposal Use of an intangible explosive device to neutralize all SCP-5422-1 instances still alive within SCP-5422. Status: Approved by O5 command Reason: We're not cruel, we just know when we can't stop something from happening. Footnotes 1. Functional containment procedures exist for Cernunnos-class anomalies, but are unable to be implemented due to ethical and/or logistical reasons. 2. The Yempit opacity scale is used to measure the amount of intractability that an intangible or partially intangible object has upon the physical world, with 0 having no intractability and 1 being fully intractable, the baseline amount for most objects. Objects with a Yempit opacity rating of between 0.2-0.3 are capable of being acted on by the forces of gravity but not by electro-magnetism to any significant degree and therefore are capable of passing through solid objects. 3. The implications of SCP-███ existing within Asia is currently under investigation. 4. A precursor to the Global Occult Coalition formed during the 7th Occult War. 5. Thaumaturgical ritual D5-24 causes intangibility in the caster or people in close proximity that the caster targets. While the ritual is intended to lower the target's Yempit rating to 0.5, allowing egress through solid objects only with sufficient momentum, the ritual is structured in such a way that minor mistakes can lower the target's Yempit rating to under 0.3. This ritual saw widespread usage among the anomalous community throughout the 1970s and is believed to be responsible for the existence of no less than ████ SCP-5422-1 instances. 6. The non-Euclidean geometry of the majority of the anomalies contained at Site-██ meant that all communicatory devices at the Site operate by first sending communication to an extradimensional location, after which it is sent to the appropriate recipient. 7. Researcher Bradbury is assigned to the analysis of digital cognitohazards. 8. Thaumaturgical ritual B9-73 allows the caster to project an image in the caster's vicinity of any person within a precise location targeted by the caster. These projections take the appearance of the target and emit the same amounts of heat and radiation (both anomalous and non-anomalous) despite being intangible and disappearing after a variable amount time. 9. These newly developed technologies send out various types of anomalous and non-anomalous radiation, utilizing a process similar to sonar to detect intangible objects. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5422" by Undercover Fly, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5422. 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-5423 | keter | SCP-5423-1-S Item #: SCP-5423 Special Containment Procedures: The door associated with SCP-5423 is to remain open outside of scheduled testing, and personnel will not enter the room except as required by testing protocols. A block will be placed in the doorframe to make sure it does not accidentally shut, while a barrier will be placed around the door to deny unauthorized entry. Any personnel who experience SCP-5423's anomalous effects will be removed from the site and isolated for at least one week as part of standard decontamination procedures after exposure to unreality. Description: SCP-5423 is a spatial anomaly manifesting in a room in Site 98. When the door to this room is closed, the room, its contents, and the space it occupies ceases to exist to all measurements currently available to the Foundation. Sonar and electromagnetic radiation act as though there is no space between the walls when the door is closed. Persons inside the room experience no time between the door's closing and its opening again. When the door opens, objects in motion have the same position and momentum they had when the door had closed, no matter how far they should have traveled. The room in which SCP-5423 manifests was previously a storage room on the second sub-level of Site 98. There were no anomalous objects inside when it was discovered and it is presently unknown how it manifested. O5 Command has approved the installation of a window to observe the effects of SCP-5423 directly. Installation has been scheduled for 24/MAR/30. While testing of the anomaly's properties is underway, a Directed Task Force led by Dr. Matson has been commissioned to investigate its origins. + From Dr. Matson's Notes - Findings A full inventory of the anomalous storage room is currently being undertaken. While records indicate that no anomalous objects have been stored there, numerous pieces of equipment and records relating to the observation, testing, and containment of anomalous objects have been. I am convinced that cross-contamination is the root of this. Someone failed to follow procedure. I'm going to learn who and nail them to the wall. I've advised against the testing of SCP-5423 until we have a handle on the origin of the anomaly. The loss of Doctor Scranton should be a warning to us all. Complaint Lodged by Dr. Verne: With due respect to Dr. Matson, he's not in charge of investigating this anomaly. It ultimately doesn't matter where the anomaly came from. What matters is what it is. As Site Director Alvarez agrees with me and has placed me in charge of testing, I find it extremely inappropriate for Dr. Matson to comment on my testing procedures. WARNING: THIS VERSION HAS BEEN SUPERCEDED BY SCP-5423-2-S ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5423" by DrEverettMann, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5423. 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-5423-6-xk.html Author: DrEverettMann License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-5424 | euclid | Item#: 5424 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5424 is to be contained within the roughly 6m x 3m x 2m chamber which has replaced humanoid containment chamber HC-5424 by virtue of SCP-5424's primary anomalous effect. No Foundation personnel are to approach the chamber's entrance closer than nine meters. Items delivered to SCP-5424 (i.e. basic sustenance, sanitary supplies etc.) are to be delivered via the installed automated trolley system. Description: SCP-5424 is a human female, aged 36. Prior to incident IN-5424-01, the subject's designation was Doctor Hillary Weaver, posted at the Suspected Anomalous Materials Analysis Division (SAMAD) at Site-81. The subject's primary anomalous quality is the periodic alteration of its immediate surroundings. The radius of these changes is not consistent and has been observed to fluctuate between one and seven meters. While the deployment of Scranton Reality Anchors has proven ineffective, the primary anomalous effects of SCP-5424 appear not to manifest within the same area on multiple occasions. Therefore, in the aftermath of incident IN-5424-02, SCP-5424 was not relocated to a standard humanoid containment cell. While locations previously affected by SCP-5424 do not appear to be altered repeatedly, individual items have been observed to materialize within SCP-5424's vicinity. In addition, objects transferred to the immediate vicinity of SCP-5424 (including Foundation personnel) subsequent to an alteration, have sporadically ceased to exist. Aetheric Resonance Imaging has consistently shown no levels of Aspect Radiation above the accepted one hundred Casper background radiation baseline during these events. Cognitive testing of SCP-5424 has established no impairment of cognitive function with the exception of the dissociative issues speculated to be linked to SCP-5424's anomalous properties. Specifically, no indications of cerebral atrophy or cerebrovascular damage have been detected. Despite detailed analysis of available data, including detailed medical and thaumaturgical scans of SCP-5424 as well as materials analysis of the locations of incidents IN-5424-01 and IN-5424-02, no plausible hypothesis explaining the onset or nature of SCP-5424's anomalous properties has as yet been put forth. While SCP-5424 itself has produced an explanation (see interview transcript IVT-5424-05) of the events, inconsistencies between SCP-5424's narrative and the observed properties of other Type Green entities would seem to indicate the provided explanation to most likely be a result of the subject's established dissociative/confabulative episodes. Prior to the initial manifestation of SCP-5424's anomalous effects during incident IN-5424-01, the subject had sought medical assistance at Site-81's medical wing. Transcripts of interviews performed by Site-81 personnel, as well as relevant incident reports, are attached to this file. Appendix A - Interview transcripts prior to incident IN-5424-01 Appendix A - Interview transcripts prior to incident IN-5424-01 Appendix A - Interview transcripts prior to incident IN-5424-01 INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT IVT-5424-01 DATE: 01-03-2019 NOTE: Interview conducted by Doctor Roberta Ibanez, Site-81 general practitioner [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Dr. Ibanez: Hi, Hill! So, what seems to be the problem? SCP-5424: I dunno.. it's… kinda hard to explain. I've been having this feeling that things are… off. Like yesterday I was in the mess hall with Murat and Stefan, and things seemed… different. Like maybe the maintenance crews had changed the paint job or something. You know, like when someone shaves their beard or has a new haircut and it takes you forever to notice? This feeling that something is different but you just can't put your finger on it. Dr. Ibanez: Huh. Well, as far as I know there haven't been any changes to the mess recently. You know what, it's probably just stress-related, with all those new potential anomalies Zeta-9 brought in from that op last week. I hear Blanchard is running you ragged over at SAMAD. SCP-5424: It might. Could you take a look anyway, though? It's just really weird and having somebody tell me everything is fine would help. Dr. Ibanez: Tell you what: I'll write you up for light duty next week. You give yourself a break and take it a little slower. If weirdness persists, I'll run a full diagnosis the following Monday. Speaking of weirdness: How did your date with that guy from SITESEC go? Does he really never blink? SCP-5424: *groans* Oh god… don't get me started… [ 14 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE OMITTED] [END TRANSCRIPT] INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT IVT-5424-02 DATE: 17-03-2019 [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Dr. Ibanez: Commencing interview of patient Doctor Hillary Weaver, currently posted to SAMAD at Site-81. Interview being conducted by Dr. Roberta Ibanez, science staff general practitioner at Site-81 medical. Okay Hill, repeat what you just told me. SCP-5424: It's my quarters. They've changed. Or… it feels like they've changed. It's not just that they're supposed to be in Gamma Annex, not in Epsilon. It's my stuff too. Like that picture of us from Mei's retirement party? I vividly remember us being at Francois's. But that picture… I've never seen that place it was taken in. Dr. Ibanez: Have you had any other instances of places seeming unfamiliar? SCP-5424:: Well… now that you mention it: The other day I was trying to get to HR from SAMAD. You know, to get my HD-237? I could have sworn that corridor off of Beta Containment led to HR. But I ended up near the vehicle hangars. I wrote it off as my typical scatter-mindedness, but the more I think about it, the surer I am that hallway has always connected to HR. [ 12 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE OMITTED] SCP-5424 voices further distress about perceived changes to Site-81 architecture and personal effects. Dr. Ibanez schedules an appointment for neurological testing. NOTE: Subject's recollection of events and locations appears compromised. Suspected neurodegenerative disorder. Subject subsequently remanded to neurological staff for detailed diagnosis. [END TRANSCRIPT] INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT IVT-5424-03 DATE: 28-03-2019 [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] SCP-5424: I don't know how often you want me to repeat myself, Bobby! They're gone! Dr. Ibanez: Who's gone, Hill? SCP-5424: My family, god damn it! Frank, Lilly, little Evan! They're fucking gone! Dr. Ibanez: I understand this is difficult. But could you please explain where they have gone? SCP-5424: It's not that they've gone somewhere. They're just flat gone! And it's not just them. Every trace of them is missing: The pictures of them on my desk, the chat logs on my cell… It's like… like… somebody has removed all traces of them. And now you nimwits claim there's no mention of any of them in my file! You're saying I'm crazy… Dr. Ibanez: Hill, we've known each other for what, nine years now? I… you… you've never mentioned being married before. SCP-5424: What?! Bobby, you've met Frank! We had fucking dinner together last year! Lilly got ice cream on your blouse! [ 17 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE OMITTED] SCP-5424: Dementia doesn't work like that. I read up on it after our last session. It's got to be something else. Dr. Ibanez: Like what, Hill? SCP-5424: Like one of the artifacts. Over at SAMAD. I mean, seriously, we handle potentially anomalous materials every day. It's only a matter of time before we inadvertently set off something nasty. Dr. Ibanez: Did you or your team discover anomalous properties in any of the items you examined lately? SCP-5424: Well, no. But that doesn't mean none of them had any. We've missed things before, you know. [ 12 MINUTES OF EXTRANEOUS DIALOGUE OMITTED] SCP-5424 is insistent that the onset of dissociative episodes is caused by heretofore undiscovered anomalous properties of one or more items analyzed by SAMAD. [END TRANSCRIPT] NOTE: Subject shows major confabulation pertaining to autobiographic facts in addition to previous symptoms. However, neurological test suite Sigma-2 administered by Doctor Ibanez and Doctor Vasilij Korsakov show no signs of cerebral atrophy or related ailments. Site-81 medical staff urgently suggests transfer of patient to dedicated neuromedical facility at Site-19. ADDENDUM: Subsequent re-analysis of all items processed by SAMAD between 01-02-2019 and 01-03-2019 has failed to uncover any previously hidden anomalous attributes. INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT IVT-5424-04 DATE: 12-04-2019 NOTE: Patient is currently detained at Site-81 medical. [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] SCP-5424: Listen to me: I'm not crazy! I know what's causing it! The translation came back from Site-91! Let me out of here so I can stop it! Dr. Ibanez: I'm sorry, Hill. We have to keep you here for your own safety. Vassja has put in an urgent transfer request to Site-19. He says they'll be able to help you there. SCP-5424: Ungh.. why am I even talking to you? Let me speak to Doctor Fredricks! Dr. Ibanez: I'm sorry, who? SCP-5424: Doctor Sonequa Fredricks? My physician? The one treating me until now? A competent doctor in contrast to you? Dr. Ibanez: Hill… I.. I've been treating you. Together with Vassja. SCP-5424: What?! I've never seen you before in my life. Dr. Ibanez: Hill it's me.. Bobby… SCP-5424: Oh my god. You mean she's… oh god. [END TRANSCRIPT] NOTE: In addition to the serious confabulation shown previously, patient now exhibits dissociative symptoms pertaining to recollection of Site-81 personnel. Doctors Ibanez and Korsakov urgently request immediate priority transfer of patient to specialized facility at Site-19, regardless of current occupancy. ADDENDUM: Site-81 personnel files show a Doctor Fredricks is not currently posted at Site-81. However, a Doctor Sonequa Fredricks has been posted at Site-76 SITEMED since 01-08-2010. Doctor Fredricks has been contacted and claims no recollection of patient. Appendix B - Incident reports IN-5424-01, IN-5424-02 Appendix B - Incident reports IN-5424-01, IN-5424-02 Appendix B - Incident reports IN-5424-01, IN-5424-02 INCIDENT REPORT IN-5424-01 DATE: 14-04-2019 FILED BY: Captain Tariq Kassad, Site-81 Security Division (SITESEC) At 23:41 on 12-04-2019, SITESEC received a code brown alert from SITEMED. It was reported that Patient Hillary Weaver had escaped confinement to SITEMED and injured medical technician Hamada Ichiro in the process. Doctor Weaver was described by SITEMED staff as mentally unstable and potentially dangerous. Intelligence gathered from previous statements by Doctor Weaver indicated the non-anomalous artifacts depot at SAMAD as a likely objective. SITESEC issued code brown for SAMAD, SITEMED as well as annexes Gamma through Epsilon. At 00:13 on 13-04-2019, Corporal G. Eisenmann and Private L. Svenson located Doctor Weaver within the Gamma Annex gymnasium. Corporal Eisenmann reported Doctor Weaver as prone, within a circular area of ceramic flooring, which had apparently replaced the EPDM flooring in that part of the gymnasium. Doctor Weaver was in considerable emotional distress and did not resist apprehension by SITESEC. Doctor Weaver has been detained within the SITESEC brig, pending investigation of the incident. ADDENDUM (15-04-2019): Analysis of the anomalous flooring within the Gamma Annex gymnasium has revealed it to consist of standard P27 high endurance tiling, used extensively at Site-87 within SAMAD and MTF deployment bays. ADDENDUM (16-04-2019): While the evaluation of Doctor Weaver's account of events concerning incident IN-5424-01 is currently pending, it has been determined that she is likely the focus of a hitherto unknown anomalous phenomenon. Doctor Weaver is reclassified as SCP-5424 and has been scheduled for transport to Site-06-03 for containment and further analysis. INCIDENT REPORT IN-5424-02 DATE: 12-05-2019 FILED BY: Doctor Hannah Rubin, Site-06-03 Humanoid Containment and Research Division (HUMCON) At 09:41 on 11-05-2019, live video feed from containment chamber HC-5424 was lost. Subsequent investigation by class-D personnel revealed the containment door to apparently have been cut off from Site-06-03's power supply. It was later determined that the electrical and fiber-optic conduits within two meters of the door had apparently "moved" vertically by approximately twenty-five centimeters. After conduit reconnection, live video feed was restored. Several anomalies have been observed within SCP-5424's containment chamber, the most notable being: Increase of the chamber's width by approximately fifty centimeters Inversion of the placement of bunk and toilet Appearance of a bookshelf containing several paperback books. Based on visible titles, the books are presumed to encompass: "The Forever War" by Joe Haldeman, "Stranger in a Strange Land" by Robert A. Heinlein and "Robinson Crusoe" by Daniel Defoe. SCP-5424 appears oblivious to any alteration of its surroundings. However, the subject seems aware of anomalous activity. After restoration of video and audio feeds, audio feed transmitted the following: "It happened again, huh? Thanks for getting the light back on. It's kinda hard to read in the dark." ADDENDUM: Permission to enter HC-5424 in order to sample anomalous items and materials has been requested. Approval by Lead Researcher Hammerschmitt currently pending. ADDENDUM: Deployed Scranton Reality Anchors deemed ineffective on SCP-5424's anomalous characteristics. Decommissioning and return to Site-06-03 equipment depot have been scheduled for 15-05-2019. - Containment Technician C. Ramirez Appendix C - Interview transcript IVT-5424-05 Appendix C - Interview transcript IVT-5424-05 Appendix C - Interview transcript IVT-5424-05 INTERVIEW TRANSCRIPT IVT-5424-05 DATE: 15-05-2019 NOTE: Interview conducted by Doctor Hannah Rubin, research assistant at Site-06-03 HUMCON. In accordance with containment procedures, Doctor Rubin was not physically present within SCP-5424's containment chamber. The interview was conducted via HC-5424's internal comms system. [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Dr. Rubin: Hello, Doctor Weaver. If you don't mind, I have a few questions for you. SCP-5424: Well, it's not like I have anything better to do. Even if it still is a bit weird talking to a voice from thin air. Dr. Rubin: I understand. However, considering your… condition, we have determined it to be best for me not to enter your quarters. SCP-5424: *snorts* Quarters? Is that what you're calling it? Nevermind… how can I help you? Dr. Rubin: I would like to hear your account of events leading up to incident IN-5424-01. SCP-5424: "Incident IN-5424-01"? You're talking about the time I smacked that medical tech over the head with a flower pot and headed off to the NAAD? (Note by Dr. Rubin: The non-anomalous artifacts depot at Site-81) Dr. Rubin: The incident report states you were found in a gymnasium. SCP-5424: *sighs* I was. Well, I've lost count of how many times I've told this story, but why not. It started off when the Zetas (Note by Dr. Rubin: MTF Zeta-9 "Mole Rats") brought in that metric crapton of potentially anomalous artifacts from that op in Chiapas. You know, that pyramid where those deranged cultists were trying to summon Quetzalcoatl? Anyways, it was mostly junk. Then I opened up another crate and there it was. PAA-35927. That number. I've handled hundreds of potential anomalies, and not one of the numbers stuck. Not even my first one, that silly little doll from New Orleans. But that one, PAA-35927, I'll remember that number until the day I die. Dr. Rubin: What was it? Can you describe the artifact? SCP-5424: A stone tablet. Circular. Kind of like one of their calendars. You know, the ones everyone got so crazy about in 2011? Except this one definitely wasn't. It wasn't segmented the way Mayan calendars are. Anyways, I open the box and lift it out. There's this flash. It was like I could see an enormous anthropomorphic hummingbird, holding a snake. And something else. A mirror, maybe? Dr. Rubin: And you didn't report this at the time? SCP-5424: I did. I filled out an SA-342 and reported the incident. We ran the extra tests and found exactly zilch. They did a scan on me too, same result. Nequa put it down to stress. Somehow, she always did. So, we marked up PAA-35927 as non-anomalous and went on with our lives. Then, for about a week, nothing happened. Dr. Rubin: That's when you started… not remembering things? SCP-5424: *chuckles bitterly* You still think I'm crazy, don't you? Look, you've undoubtedly read my file. Nequa called it "confabulation". I've read up on the condition. It doesn't fit the symptoms. People who confabulate produce narratives that are incoherent. Their stories change as their damaged brains try to process their memories. Do I sound brain damaged to you? Dr. Rubin: Dr. Hammerschmitt believes your memory has been corrupted by the anomalous… SCP-5424: I don't give a rat's ass what some Doctor so-and-so believes! I remember… everything. The way it's supposed to be… [approximately 20 seconds of silence] Dr. Rubin: We can continue at a later time, if you would like. SCP-5424: Oh, keep your phony pity to yourself. You wanted to hear my story, so here it is: So, you've obviously read the interview transcripts. You know that things started… changing. My quarters, Nequa, Frank, my… kids. I decided I wasn't going insane. Something was screwing with reality and I was going to stop it. But I had no idea what. That's when the translations came back. Dr. Rubin: The translations? SCP-5424: Of the inscriptions. On the artifacts. I remember each and every word: "With each inhale lives are extinguished, with each exhale tales are snuffed out. For them, it is not of consequence. They distort the earth and heavens without a care. Lives and memories forever lost. With this, you shall be their witness." Dr. Rubin: So you decided it was PAA-35927 causing the changes to your reality? SCP-5424: At the time, I didn't care what exactly it all meant. That inscription sounded enough like what was happening to me that I decided to wreck it. It may have been as much about revenge as anything else. That fucking thing had taken everything, I was going to hurt it back. And maybe, just maybe… So I broke out of medical, headed for the NAAD and hurled it against the nearest wall. Dr. Rubin: Then why did you go to the gymnasium? SCP-5424: I didn't. When that thing shattered against the wall, there was that flash again. That image of the hummingbird with the snake. Next thing I know, I'm in the gym. The only part of the NAAD still there was the floor around me. The more I think about it the more convinced I am, that though my destroying the artifact didn't stop what it was doing, I must have damaged it somehow. The effect was no longer contained to me, but stretched out to the space around me… [approximately 10 seconds of silence] Dr. Rubin: What happened then? SCP-5424: You know the rest. I was picked up by SITESEC and locked up in the brig. After that, they shipped me here. Dr. Rubin: So, to summarize: An ancient Mayan artifact with undetected powers started changing your reality, and after you destroyed it, it began changing the space around you, to? SCP-5424: You're not listening, kid. PAA-35927 wasn't changing reality. It was preventing it from changing. But only for me. Dr. Rubin: That's a very interesting hypothesis, Doctor Weaver. Now, I think this concludes the interview. Would you mind if we spoke again tomorrow? SCP-5424: Sure, if you still exist. Dr. Rubin: I have every intention of continuing to exist, Doctor Weaver. SCP-5424: That's precisely what Doctor Eisenhower said. Dr. Rubin: Who's Doctor Eisenhower? SCP-5424: Exactly. [END TRANSCRIPT] ADDENDUM: Inquiries to the inventory of Site-81 NAAD has shown that item PAA-35927 is a Cheyenne war bonnet confiscated by MTF Beta-777 on 02-11-2014 with no registered anomalous properties. 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SCP-5425 | euclid | Item #: 5425 Clearance Level: Five EE-5425. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5425 is to be contained at its current developmental level utilizing two Scranton Reality Anchors, and an OBELISK correctional system. SCP-5425's growth is to be minimized via localized reality restructuring. Description: SCP-5425 refers to a spherical singularity with a current event horizon of 3 centimeters in diameter created by EE-5425, located in an OBELISK correctional system in the Jornada Del Muerto desert. SCP-5425 constantly expands, reconstructing reality by replacing baseline matter with its own. SCP-5425's gravitational field is localized around SCP-5425, displaying a strength similar to supermassive black holes. EE-5425 was the detonation of the "Trinity" bomb as part of the Manhattan Project. The fission of uranium atoms located within "Trinity" led to a spatial rift, creating SCP-5425 and permitting SCP-5425's matter generation. EE-5425 and the existence of SCP-5425 was withheld from the US Government by Foundation agent Julius Robert Oppenheimer, operating on the Foundation's behalf to ensure SCP-5425 posed minimal threat to the Veil. Agent Oppenheimer recorded data concerning SCP-5425, attached below. Assorted Documentation From Agent Oppenheimer We plan to detonate "Trinity" today. I've warned the project leads, but sadly, it must be televised. It poses a major threat, but the Veil is somehow not at the forefront of my mind. What concerns me is the possibility that this weapon proposes. It is true that we know not what rending atoms asunder will do. It is undeniable, however, that it will wreak untold havoc. Death. Destruction. At the moment, what threat it poses to us is terrifying to me. And that is an image I shall not be able to erase from my mind any time soon, no matter the amount of amnestics I use. It is an understatement to say I fear what is to come. Humanity's undying urge is to destroy, deep down. That is what this war has shown me. And I am expected to end destruction with a final flame of death? Death so unimaginable no one dares defy it? You cannot douse fire with flame, nor heat snow with ice. It will keep going. Newer, more dangerous, more anomalous and destructive. That is what I fear. Agent Oppenheimer | ENTER LOG_IN INFORMATION | CREDENTIALS: WHAT IS THE FINALITY OF DEATH'S SCREECH? | | RESPONSE: IF NOT FOR THE LAST ECHO OF LIFE? | | WELCOME, OPPENHEIMER | | VIEWING: "PROJECT_CORE_RUNLOG" | | T: 00:00 "DETONATE" | T: 01:12 "DETONATION COMPLETE: RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS" | T: 01:13 "F: 10,300 DEG RNTGN_LVL: <2 LIFE_SIGNS DETECTED: ~0" | T: 01:14 "SHOCKWAVE: MINIMAL FALLOUT: TRINITITE_PENDING" | T: 01:20 "VEIL THREAT: MINIMAL, DISINFORMATION COMMENCED" | T: 01:24 "ALERT: UNIDENTIFIED MASS DISCOVERED; DIAGNOSTICS COMMENCED" | T: 01:24 "LIFE_DETECTED: ~1. IDENTITY: OPPENHEIMER" | T: 01:25 "OBELISK_ENGAGED. VIEW RIGHT FOR ACTIVE FEED" | T: 01:25 "APPROACH NOT SUGGESTED. FALLOUT ANALYSIS NEEDED." | T: 01:25 "APPROACH NOT SUGGESTED. FALLOUT ANALYSIS NEEDED." | T: 01:26 "APPROACH NOT SUGGESTED. GRAVITATIONAL ANALYSIS NEEDED." | T: 01:26 "APPROACH NOT SUGGESTED. GRAVITATIONAL ANALYSIS NEEDED." | T: 01:26 "SAFETY MEASURE ENGAGED. DANGER: MINIMAL. VEIL THREAT: PLAUSIBLE." | T: 01:27 "THREAT: INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR MEANINGFUL ANSWER." | | CLOSE_LOG | CLOSING… | | GOODBYE, OPPENHEIMER. Imagine my surprise when I find a localized singularity present right where Trinity was. My predictions were true. The OBELISK is currently in position, keeping it at bay. To be a bit more specific, totally containing it. It is quite humorous, in a twisted way, that humanity is now the master of the total consumption of the Earth itself. In watching that small black dot, I am reminded of something I was told by the Bhagavad Gita. "The Supreme Lord said: I am death, the mighty destroyer of the world, out to destroy. Even without your participation all the warriors standing arrayed in the opposing armies shall cease to exist." We are now Death. And that terrifies me. For we are fallible. Is it not true we were cast out of Heaven for the attainment of knowledge? What of the attainment of pure and total killing itself? Life is a beautiful thing. Yet most of mine has been devoted to utmost destruction of what lies before me. They tell me the war will end. This is the second one. I've no guarantee that it shall. I know they wish for me to create these weapons to drop on humans themself. Why would I do such a thing? I shall monitor Trinity, and create two more, neither of which shall have such destructive power - it is not as if they can tell. Agent Oppenheimer | ENTER LOG_IN INFORMATION | CREDENTIALS: WHAT IS THE FINALITY OF DEATH'S SCREECH? | | RESPONSE: IF NOT FOR THE LAST ECHO OF LIFE? | | WELCOME, OPPENHEIMER | | VIEWING: "EVENT_ALERT_TAU57_53RD_OCCASION" ALERT! ALERT! UNIDENTIFIED MASS WITHIN TRINITY FALLOUT LOCATION. OBELISK ADJUSTING. IMMEDIATE UPKEEP NEEDED. ALERT! ALERT! UNIDENTIFIED GRAVITATIONAL FORCE WITHIN TRINITY FALLOUT LOCATION. OBELISK ADJUSTING. IMMEDIATE UPKEEP NEEDED. ALERT! ALERT! UNIDENTIFIED LUMINOSITIES DETECTED. IMMEDIATE UPKEEP NEEDED. UPKEEP PERFORMED. ANOMALIES CULLED. CHANCES OF 54TH LIKEWISE EVENT REOCCURRING: 100%. | | CLOSE_LOG | CLOSING… | | GOODBYE, OPPENHEIMER. At this time, I find this will likely be a much shorter entry than my typical writings. I have not much time. It is true that the OBELISK is doing exceptionally well at containing the Trinity being. This is undeniable fact - however, it is exceptional at containing something within. Something as of yet unknown to me, though I have a small inkling as what it could be. What has grown most concerning to me I have attached in a small log, which I shall ensure of its truth. However, I must append my previous claims. I have sinned for partaking in the destruction of the human. This is not what I, a man of science, truly wished to be in. Death is final. It is true I have a hand in death. My sins are thus, final. They have told me that following Noah's sailing upon the Ark, or Deucalion, or any of the prophets which stood upon the rollicking waves, truly believed their actions were final. That the Earth was razed. It was torn asunder, washed under a tidal power. However, life began anew. I know it shall following Trinity. I named Trinity not after the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit - I named it after Shiva, Brahma, and Vishnu, from the glorious land of India. I was always quite fond of it. All are aspects of the same ideal; creation. Four-armed Vishnu, in his Nine Avatars, protects creation from meddling. Wise Brahma, keeper of the Knowledge of the Vedas creates. Shiva, however, the completion of the Trimurti, the aspect of destruction, is the antithetical one, or so it seems. In destroying he creates space for life anew. So death doth touch the Resurrection, as the poet Donne so says. This is what I know shall occur. For death is not final. It resounds throughout the space it has left, until a being rises from the ashes. Life does not go so gently into that good night. Allow me to append my previous statement. I am not become Death. I? I am become Life. Creator of worlds. | ENTER LOG_IN INFORMATION | CREDENTIALS: WHAT IS THE FINALITY OF DEATH'S SCREECH? | | RESPONSE: IF NOT FOR THE LAST ECHO OF LIFE? | | WELCOME, OPPENHEIMER | | VIEWING: "UPKEEP RESULTS" | | LIFE_SIGNS: OPPENHEIMER, NULL | LIFE_SIGNS: OPPENHEIMER, UNIDENTIFIED | TRIGGER_OBELISK | LIFE_SIGNS: OPPENHEIMER, NULL | ANOMALIES CULLED. LUMINOSITIES SNUFFED. | OPPENHEIMER, DATING RESULTS ARE IN. WOULD YOU LIKE TO VIEW? | | Y | | FALLOUT HALF-LIFE: COMMENCED… EXPECTED TO FINISH IN 30.17 YEARS. | | PRINT: MATERIALS | | BOMB MATERIALS: SINGULARITY, DEBRIS, POWER, STRUCTURE, DEFENSE, CONCRETE_STRUCTURE, OBJECT1 | | VIEW: SINGULARITY - HEATMAP | | VIEW: OBJECT 1 - DATE | | THIS OBJECT APPEARS TO HAVE SUFFERED A MISCALCULATION ERROR: VIEW? | | Y | | OBJECT1: OPPENHEIMER-RECOVERED METAL DEBRIS COLLECTED FROM CONSTRUCTION OF TRINITY: DATED ~13.6 BIL. YRS. | | CLOSE_LOG | CLOSING… | | GOODBYE, OPPENHEIMER. |
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As a precautionary measure, foundation Web-Crawler Delta- (Hatebot) is to monitor the web to ensure no resurgence of SCP-5426 occurs. + Archived Special Containment Procedures - Close Foundation Web-Crawler Delta-(Hatebot) is to monitor the web for any mentions of SCP-5426 which are to be removed upon discovery and downloaded to a secure hard drive. Subjects affected by SCP-5426 are to be tracked down and amnesticized. Posts made after being affected by SCP-5426 are to be removed. Description: SCP-5426 referred to a blog on the site 'www.tumblr.com' by the name of 'ValerieChocoHateBlog'. Valerie Choco is purportedly a character from the video game "Angels of Song", though no such character or franchise has been found to exist. SCP-5426 consists of posts expressing hatred for the aforementioned character. Posts range from simply stating hostility towards the character to in-depth analysis of the character and her backstory. Those who view SCP-5426 will begin to develop an intense hatred for Valerie Choco. They will also spontaneously become aware of the character's backstory and role within the supposed game, even when this information is not present on the blog. Initially no anomalous behavior was observed, until the character and franchise in question was found to be non existent. + Addendum-1 - Close The following are examples of posts made by SCP-5426. + Addendum-2 - Close The following are examples of posts made by blogs after being affected by SCP-5426. + Addendum-3 - Close On 06/05/2020, SCP-5426 released a series of posts that referenced its anomalous properties. + Addendum-4 - Close On, 07/06/2020 SCP-5426 published its first and only post not centered around hatred for the character Valerie Choco. Once the Foundation viewed said post, SCP-5426 and posts made as a result of SCP-5426 were deleted from the internet. SCP-5426 is considered neutralized as of said date. |
SCP-5427 | keter | Effected Cliff Face During On-Set of Phenomenon Effected Cliff Face After On-Set of Phenomenon Item #: SCP-5427 Special Containment Procedures: Carried out under the guise of enviromental conservation, the cliffs affected by SCP-5427 are to be regularly sprayed with erosion agents via boat and should any change in the effect of SCP-5427 on the cliffs be recorded, these erosion efforts are to be halted to enable observation. Publicly, storms caused by SCP-5427 are to be attributed to unique seabed formations in the Strait of Dover. Description: SCP-5427 is a phenomenon - which started in 1950 - regarding periodic oddities in localized weather and its effects on a 13km stretch of chalk cliffs off of the coast of Kent, England. During the phenomenon a thick fog with no apparent cause will form around the edge of the coastline in the region; at the same time the coastal tide will intensify greatly, producing waves reaching heights of up to 300 meters despite no geological support for such tides. The resulting 'storm' may last anywhere between a few hours and 3 weeks and will deposit vast amounts of pure chalk sediment onto the coastline which will in turn quickly solidify and merge with the existing cliff-face. Due to this the coastline in the region expands at an extremely-high rate of 20-40 meters per month; if the phenomenon is allowed to occur uninterruptedly, only the forward facing/original cliffs will be affected. This produces a narrow land bridge growing directly toward Calais, France. Addendum: Annual Archive of SCP-5427 activity and its effects Observation Report Jan 1 1951: No alteration to the usual occurrence and effects. Expansion before operation: 26 meters. Notes: N/A Observation Report Jan 1 1952: No alteration to the usual occurrence and effects. Expansion before operation: 32 meters. Notes: N/A Observation Report Jan 1 1953: No alteration to the usual occurrence and effects. Expansion before operation: 30 meters. Notes: N/A Observation Report Jan 1 1954: No alteration to the usual occurrence and effects. Expansion before operation: 24 meters. Notes: N/A Observation Report Jan 1 1955: No alteration to the usual occurrence and effects. Expansion before operation: 32 meters. Notes: N/A Observation Report Jan 1 1956: No alteration to the usual occurrence and effects. Expansion before operation: 39 meters. Notes: N/A Observation Report Jan 1 1957: Slight alteration to usual occurrence and effects. Expansion before operation: 60 meters. Notes: Increase of activity, corrosion efforts paused for one week to allow for observation. Observation Report Jan 1 1958: No alteration to the usual occurrence and effects. Expansion before operation: 67 meters. Notes: Activity has stayed at a higher rate than previous years for the last twelve months -adopted as new norm. Observation Report Jan 1 1959: No alteration to the usual occurrence and effects. Expansion before operation: 70 meters. Notes: N/A Observation Report Jan 1 1960: Major change to occurrence and effects. Expansion before operation: 0 meters. Notes: Steady decrease in average activity along the coastline over the last few weeks, major increase in one section of the coastline but with little to no expansion toward sea. Erosion efforts ceased. Subsequent Reports: Jan 2 1960 - A small ship has been run-aground by cliff expansion under the surface of the water, the hull has been covered in rock. Jan 3 1960 - Expansion has ceased, fog is rolling in and clearing up daily. Jan 6 1960 - It has been noticed that the international alphabet flags present on the boat have been changing every time the fog comes and goes, recording of the flags present has begun. Jan 6 1960 - Lima Jan 7 1960 - Oscar Jan 8 1960 - November Jan 9 1960 - Echo Jan 10 1960 - Lima Jan 11 1960 - Yankee Jan 12 1960 - Sierra Jan 13 1960 - Tango Jan 14 1960 - Oscar Jan 15 1960 - Papa Jan 16 1960 - India Jan 17 1960 - Tango Jan 18 1960 - Papa Jan 19 1960 - Lima Jan 20 1960 - Echo Jan 21 1960 - Alfa Jan 22 1960 - Sierra Jan 23 1960 - Echo Observation Report Jan 24 1960: Major change to occurrence and effects. Notes: New behaviors have ceased, expansion along the coastline has restarted. Observation Report Feb 24 1960: No changes to occurrence and effects. Notes: Coastline has expanded 600 meters across the strait. Incident Report 5427-1: Date: Feb 27 1960 Event: Series of massive waves similar to that of the SCP-5427 phenomenon generated off of the coast of Calais, France. The waves directly impacted the cliffs and caused massive deterioration. Cover up operation is ongoing. |
SCP-5428 | safe | AWeirdBird Author page to come soon, hopefully, maybe. Meanwhile you can check my haunted house story SCP-6808 This Cancer Within Me Meanwhile you can check my memecon entry SCP-6803 True Earth Sample frame of SCP-5428 footage. SCP-5428-A is on display. Item #: SCP-5428 Special Containment Procedures: I/O METATRON has been assigned to search online for any references to SCP-5428. Given the rarity of new instances, this task is to be given low priority and take place on a weekly basis. Tapes which contain SCP-5428 are to be retrieved and stored securely within Site-43. Witnesses are to be held under observation for three hours. Description: SCP-5428 is a TV special entitled 101 Household Hints with Eleonor; which has been exclusively found distributed via VHS tapes. To date, eight tapes have been located in the continental United States and Canada. All have been found in thrift stores and in no case has staff been able to recall their origin. The physical tapes themselves are not anomalous. The packaging of the tapes includes the following description: Tape #03 By popular demand, we are finally publishing the official broadcast of 101 Household Hints With Eleonor! Worry not if you missed it, you can now rewatch it over and over and over and over! Follow the hottest tips and tricks that will surely help you become the best housewife you can be! All curated by Eleonor herself, directly from her many household management books! There is something for every nook and cranny and edge and crevice of the house. From cooking to gardening. If you can think of it, Eleonor has got you covered! Distributed with love by your friends over at Vikander-Kneed Technical Media. This is a tribute to you, Eleonor. Rest in pieces. Eleonor is designation given for the entity which hosts SCP-5428. She is a caucasian woman estimated to be in her 60s, and is henceforth designated SCP-5428-A. The head of SCP-5428-A is rotated 180 degrees, such that her face is in the back of her body while her nape is in front. Despite this, SCP-5428-A behaves as if her head was attached normally to her body. The video cuts whenever SCP-5428-A moves in a way that would reveal her true face, except on occasions when the face itself is concealed by an item of clothing or other object. Efforts to discover a matching identity for SCP-5428-A are underway. SCP-5428 consists of a series of short segments which cover varied topics. These are separated into distinct categories. Examples include health, cleaning, and beauty. All segments invariably showcase nonsensical and potentially dangerous instructions which achieve a wide array of results. However, said instructions are always presented as desirable and factual. There is a live crowd present, but no individuals have been identified. No records of SCP-5428 ever being broadcasted have been found either. Untrained individuals who witness any part of SCP-5428 will not react adversely to the anomalous events presented, and will instead perceive the instructions as useful. They will also experience a weak compulsion to share the footage with others, which lasts for an average of two minutes. A negligible portion of witnesses may attempt to follow the instructions presented, which can lead to injuries and in some cases death. Two hours after exposure, witnesses will not be able to recall observing the footage unless directly reminded. Addendum SCP-5428.1 The following is a series of transcripts which showcase various segments present within SCP-5428. Selected following no specific criteria. Segment #003 - Cooking -Close File- [SCP-5428-A stands behind the counter of a TV studio set which resembles a kitchen. Mellow background music accompanies the footage.] SCP-5428-A: Welcome! Welcome everyone! Today I’m gonna be showing you something truly wonderful! [There are 10 seconds of clapping from the crowd, until SCP-5428-A motions at them to stop. She then points directly towards the camera.] SCP-5428-A: We all know the struggle. We want our children to eat healthy. Nutritious. Food. [The crowd voices agreement. SCP-5428-A returns to a relaxed stance.] SCP-5428-A: But with so many products in our -very grand- supermarkets, choosing feels like an impossible task. Doesn't it? And worse, all these chemicals! Citric acid, sucrose, protein? I don't want my children to eat none of that! [The crowd voices agreement.] SCP-5428-A: So what is a good ol’ American mom to do? Well, I’ve shown you many ways to test if your food is organic before. Vinegar. Acid baths. Enochian chants. But half the time, those only work for a specific product! [The crowd voices displeasement.] SCP-5428-A: Fear not, because I've found a new way to test any food. And all you need is tape, marker, and a piece of cloth. It’s that simple! [SCP-5428-A pulls the materials from out of frame, and places them in front of her.] SCP-5428-A: Next, your food. And well, this is truly a special ocassion. So, what is a better example than the product that’s taking America by storm? The snack on every suburban home’s pantry. That's right, you guessed it! [SCP-5428-A docks and then lifts a big jar from out of frame. She places it on top of the counter with effort. The jar is full of murky yellow liquid, a dark mass pools at the bottom.] SCP-5428-A: Pickled leeches! [The crowd claps for two minutes after the object is revealed, afterwards there are 30 seconds of silence. SCP-5428-A then raises her hands and shakes them, while letting a squeal out.] SCP-5428-A: This is so exciting! [SCP-5428-A begins writing with the marker on a piece of tape.] SCP-5428-A: Now, all you have to do is write the two magical words. And no, I don't mean ‘thank you’. Who's got time to say that anyways? Not me, and certainly not you with that annoying family of yours! Anyways, once you’re done writing you just- [SCP-5428-A grabs the piece of tape in front of her and sticks it in front of the jar with a single motion. She lifts her hand, the words 'All Natural' are poorly written on the tape.] SCP-5428-A: -slap it on! Finally, you cover it with your cloth, wait three minutes and you’re done! [Both SCP-5428-A and the crowd become silent, the background music is also temporarily muted. The camera slowly zooms in towards the covered jar. After one minute there is a cut, the jar below the cloth has been changed to a different one of a smaller size. The camera continues zooming in for two more minutes.] SCP-5428-A: Done! [The background music returns. SCP-5428-A lifts the cloth. The jar is now full of green murky liquid. As before, there is a black mass inside. The labels are different from those of the previous product, and the tape is gone. The crowd voices amazement. SCP-5428-A opens the jar, the mass inside writhes in response. She picks up a spoonful of leeches and holds it in front of her. There is a cut after which some of the leeches are now attached to her hand. ] SCP-5428-A: So natural they’re still squirmin’! Bon appet- [SCP-5428-A lifts the spoon towards her nape, however the camera cuts midway through the motion. There are three seconds of corrupted footage before the segment ends.] Frame recovered from the final seconds of footage. -Close File- Segment #012 - Cleaning -Close File- [SCP-5428-A is crouched on the floor, she wears latex gloves and a bandana which obscures her face. There is a small light pink stain on the carpet beneath her. SCP-5428-A scrubs the stain forcefully with a sponge, she is clearly exhausted.] SCP-5428-A: That's quite the workout. But sometimes there is no easy way around it. [SCP-5428-A kneels and wipes sweat off her forehead.] SCP-5428-A: You know it, if there was a product that could make your life easier, I’d tell you! I always do. But sometimes there aren’t any shortcuts. Sometimes you gotta work hard for it. And once you're done, you work some more! [SCP-5428-A crouches down again, and resumes scrubbing. The stain, however, has turned bright red. It grows in size with each scrub.] SCP-5428-A: That's how we do it where I come from! [The camera zooms into the stain. A bump begins growing at the center of it.] SCP-5428-A: It’s tiring, I know. But remember, if somebody else tells you otherwise- [The bump has now grown to be one foot wide.] SCP-5428-A: -they’re probably lying! [SCP-5428-A forcefully scrubs over the bump one last time, which causes it to scrape off. There is no floor beneath where the bump was, instead many hands with different skin tones are crammed under the carpet. Most have dirt beneath their nails and the skin of some is partially flayed. They are fused to each other, and no stumps are visible. Some fingers wiggle slowly. SCP-5428-A kneels again.] SCP-5428-A: There, you see! No more stains! [Segment ends.] -Close File- Segment #018 - Arts and Crafts -Close File- [Unlike most other segments, this one does not feature the normal background soundtrack. Instead it features erratic and arrhythmic music. The music is so loud that it drowns out both SCP-5428-A and the audience. SCP-5428-A glues wobbly eyes on a wooden board. Video cuts.] [SCP-5428-A places a soaked paint roller on the band of an activated treadmill. The band is coated in red paint. Video cuts.] [SCP-5428-A breaks several clay pots. She then makes a pile out of the shards and begins sprinkling glitter over them. Video cuts.] [SCP-5428-A nails eagle feathers onto a wall of the set. More than three fourths of the wall is covered at this point. Small dribbles of blood are pouring out of some of the holes.] [SCP-5428-A guts a bison. She pulls several organs out, all of which appear to be made out of plastic. The audience is vocalizing something although it is unclear due to the music.1] [SCP-5428-A hangs a dreamcatcher from one of her hands, and uses the other one to motion at the item. Segment ends.] -Close File- Segment #031 - Health -Close File- [SCP-5428-A stands behind the counter, her clothes are wrinkled and she wears a plague doctor mask on her nape. Her voice sounds muffled despite the mask not covering her true face. There are many different products on the counter such as commercial cleaners, soap, alcohol, bleach and essential oils. SCP-5428-A speaks with a nervous tone.] SCP-5428-A: Bu- but even after all that, how can we be sure that the miasmatic fumes around us are gone. How?! [SCP-5428-A takes the mask off and reveals the hair on the back of her head, it is very unkempt. Her voice returns to normal.] SCP-5428-A: We- we can't! We can't! They come from far away, they were sent from far away! They will send more! The people in the news said so! [The audience voices displacement and a few can be heard screaming.] SCP-5428-A: Thankfully! There is one more thing to try! [The audience becomes silent immediately.] SCP-5428-A: Ye- Yes, that's right! Our old trusty friend, activated charcoal! Not only is it our best friend in the kitchen. The best ingredient to add to any snack. You can also- [SCP-5428-A rolls her sleeve up and ties a ribbon around her upper arm. Many scars can be seen on her forearm. She pulls a syringe full of black liquid from under the table.] SCP-5428-A: -put it directly in, an- and then it will suck out all the toxins fro- [The veins of SCP-5428-A become visible as the black liquid flows within them. The following thirty seconds of footage are corrupted. The video resumes to show the audience who cheers and claps. The eyes of an audience member go black as do the veins in their body. They begin crying black liquid, and seconds later it also starts pouring out of their mouth. A similar effect starts occurring to the audience members sitting besides the affected individual. More black liquid seemingly pours over the camera, obstructing its view. Choking and gurgling noises drown out the cheering. Segment ends.] Frame taken from the final seconds of the segment. -Close File- Segment #064 - Home -Close File- [SCP-5428-A is wearing a blue jumpsuit and a red bandana tied over her hair. There is a toolbox and a microwave on the counter.] SCP-5428-A: Don’t let anyone tell you that you have limits. [SCP-5428-A flexes her arm.] SCP-5428-A: You’ve seen the posters. We can do anything. We must do anything. We are in danger. But we can help too. Prove that we- [The next 45 seconds of footage are corrupted. The jumpsuit of SCP-5428-A now has several oil stains. There is a segment of pipe on the counter, black liquid pours slowly from both ends of the pipe.] SCP-5428-A: No longer do you have to worry about not finding the right tool. This old clanker has got you covered in any situation. You just- [SCP-5428-A grabs a screwdriver out of the toolbox and throws it into the microwave.] SCP-5428-A: -chuck it in there! Now- [There is a cut, the next shot is a close up of the microwave. Sparks and fire are seen within, and smoke comes out of the vents on top. There is another cut and the fire is no longer visible. SCP-5428-A opens the door and grabs a wrench from within, the interior of the microwave is undamaged. The shot widens, SCP-5428-A begins using the wrench on the pipe to separate it into different pieces. Jets of black liquid spray from the seams as she does so, one of them coats SCP-5428-A in said liquid. She does not react.] SCP-5428-A: It's that simple! All done, and with no help from no m- [The video cuts and returns to the shot of the microwave which is now engulfed in fire. The door is partially open and an undetermined pink assault rifle pokes out, unable to fully fit in. One end of a pipe rests on the counter. In the background, the rest of the pipe winds around the furniture in the set. Jets of black liquid spray out of it at several points, most of them are also on fire. The other end of the pipe is not visible. The crowd claps and cheers in a frenzy until the segment ends.] -Close File- Segment #087 - Gardening -Close File- [SCP-5428-B stands behind the kitchen counter, she wears an apron with embroidered flowers and gardening gloves. There is a faint crackle in the audio.] SCP-5428-A: There are many different easy-to-take-care-of plants you can fill your garden with! For example. Malus domestica. [Footage of a plastic green apple on top of a table is shown.] SCP-5428-A: Mentha Spicata. [Footage of a green grasshopper resting on dry soil is shown. It hops away.] SCP-5428-A: Solanum lycopersicum. [Footage of a hand holding toy construction blocks, all are green. The hand squeezes the blocks.] SCP-5428-A: Persea americana [A traffic light. The three lights are on, all are green.] SCP-5428-A: Ananas comosus. [A close up of a human eye with a green iris. It looks around erratically.] SCP-5428-A: Musa acuminata. [A hand holds an egg, which it squeezes and breaks. The contents are green. From this point on, every time SCP-5428-A speaks the crackle in the audio worsens. Similarly, noise begins overlaying the image.] SCP-5428-A: Cynodon dactylon. [A green car drives quickly through an unidentified city. The car is completely full of emeralds.] SCP-5428-A: Elaeis guineensis. [A hand holds a green tree ornament, which it squeezes. Dark green liquid begins dripping from in between the fingers.] SCP-5428-A: Saccharum officinarum. [A close up of a human eye, the iris is dark brown. It stares directly at the camera. Green paint is poured directly on it.] SCP-5428-A: Theobroma cacao. [The car from earlier drives off a cliff. It explodes on contact with the rocks below. Both the fire and smoke are green. A crowd of people atop the cliff celebrate before they begin throwing themselves off. The first five people to make contact with the ground similarly explode. The footage cuts before any more of the falling bodies land.] [SCP-5428-A continues naming different plants by their scientific names while unrelated footage is shown. Thirty seconds later the audio has become too distorted to be discernible. A minute later the image has been fully overtaken by noise. The segment, however, lasts three more hours. During the last thirty minutes, a green tint starts becoming apparent over the footage. Segment ends.] Last frame of segment #087 -Close File- Segment #101 - Beauty -Close File- [Unlike the other segments there is no background music of any kind. The entire TV studio set room is dimly lit, and noises can be heard periodically echoing from far off in the distance. SCP-5428-A stands at her usual spot behind the counter. She is motionless and her head is slightly tilted to the left.2] [Thirty seconds later there is video distortion, after which SCP-5428-A is standing straight. A variety of makeup products litter the counter. Faces have been crudely painted on the furniture and walls of the set with said makeup. All of the faces lack at least one facial feature.] [The head of SCP-5428-A begins turning around slowly. The video distortions worsen, there are also several cuts in the footage. The head continues turning slowly but only hair is seen. It is unclear whether the footage is looping or if her head has rotated more than 180 degrees. There appears to be a seam on her neck which allows for the continuous motion.] [Finally, the obscured profile of SCP-5428-A is seen. However, it is unnaturally flat. The rotation slows down further. The faces painted around the set begin melting, eventually leaving them featureless. The segment ends before the face of SCP-5428-A is revealed.] -Close File- Addendum SCP-5428.2 On 04/06/2021 a social media post which contained a segment of SCP-5428 was detected by I/O METATRON. Upon review it was discovered that hundreds of similar posts were already circulating in many social media platforms. A Keneq-level containment breach was declared. Once the original post was identified, it was discovered to have been uploaded only 45 minutes earlier. Three hours after the breach was declared, all posts were confirmed to be taken down. It is estimated that over 15 million civilians were exposed to the footage during this time. A week later the event was declared fully contained. At least 2,305 injuries were directly linked to this event, as well as 127 deaths. Appropriate cover stories were provided for all. The author of the original post was identified amongst those injured. Interviews revealed the subject found the ninth known VHS tape to contain SCP-5428. While observing the tape on their TV, they used their phone to record the footage and uploaded it online. Analysis into the quick spread of SCP-5428 during the event is underway. The following contributing factors have been identified: The structure of social media platforms allowed witnesses to quickly share the posts which contained SCP-5428, before the compulsion to do so faded. The algorithms of social media platforms anomalously favored posts containing SCP-5428, over any other kind of post. Review of containment procedures is pending. Update 12/07/2021: All nine tapes have suffered a minor change to their contents. Mentions of the title 101 Household Hints with Eleonor have been replaced by a new title, Life Hacks with Eleanor. No further changes have been noted. Footnotes 1. Several witnesses have stated that the audience was 'clearly laughing' during this. 2. All witnesses claim they are sure that SCP-5428-A is alone on the set during this segment, but are unable to explain their reasoning. Some also claim hearing the word 'help' within the sounds in the distance. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5428" by AWeirdBird, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5428. 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: Eleonor Author: AWeirdBird License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Additional Notes: Edited using the three images below. 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SCP-5429 | safe | The following file depicts a recently discovered anomaly, and therefore may have inconsistencies and/or a lack of information. Item #: SCP-5429 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5429 is held in a standard humanoid chamber. An investigation into the nature of SCP-5429 is underway. Description: SCP-5429 is former Senior Researcher Jason Vatili of Site-72's Alchemy Department Wing. Theoretically, when a portion of SCP-5429 is dismembered, a new growth will appear as if the injury never occurred. This effect is yet to be directly observed and thus can not be confirmed as of writing. Notably, a buildup of flesh can be seen bulging from around SCP-5429's shoulder and upper arm. Though it was once a prominent researcher, it is now barely capable of advanced thought nor is it able to hold conversations. SCP-5429 is unable to recall any of its memories prior to 17/03/20211. Addendum: Discovery and Containment Prior to discovery, an unrelated containment breach occurred at Site-72. Though the anomaly was a Safe Class and there were no deaths, minor structural damage led to SCP-5429's left arm being dismembered from its body. Emergency surgery to reattach the arm was unsuccessful. The dismembered limb was placed in cold storage per SCP-5429's request, which was to be used for any containment procedures requiring human flesh. The following day, however, SCP-5429 returned to Site-72 with both arms intact. SCP-5429 was immediately detained and moved to the Safe Containment Sector. Investigation of SCP-5429's residence took place shortly thereafter. Blood, mucus and torn organ tissue had been spread throughout the home. Furniture and belongings were discovered in a state of disarray. At the same time, the limb was reported missing from cold storage. The following message was found scratched from within its freezer unit: arm back you — one only. space no two — bye The limb is yet to be located. More by this author Footnotes 1. The day that SCP-5429 was discovered and contained. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5429" by SketchyTh0ughts, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5429. 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-5430 | safe | Item #: SCP-5430 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5430 currently inhabits the grounds of Area-12, and has been given an electric fence collar and implanted with three subdermal trackers to ensure that it remains within the perimeter of the area. The anomaly's non-hostile demeanor means that it may otherwise be left alone outside its bimonthly medical checkup. Because its feet are intended for dry, sandy terrain, they are to be measured by a reptile veterinarian every two months so that protective footwear can be manufactured and fitted on it. Description: SCP-5430 is a male Eastern garter snake (Thamnophis sirtalis sirtalis), approximately 6.7 meters long, that has had 48 legs from an eastern blue-tongued lizard (Tiliqua scincoides scincoides) thaumically grafted onto it. Its length and legs are its only anomalous attributes. Aside from its predilection to use these legs for locomotion and increased appetite, the anomaly behaves like a non-anomalous male Eastern garter snake. SCP-5430 was discovered in New York City's Central Park on ██/██/██, following reports of hysteria in the park and sightings of a massive centipede-like lizard in the area. Mobile Task Force Lambda-12 ("Pest Control") were dispatched to contain it. The anomaly was found hunting frogs on the western side of the park and restrained with minimal difficulty. During containment of SCP-5430, Lambda-12 were accosted by one Jared McBraddock: an unlicensed, untrained thaumaturge that attempted to control the anomaly and have it attack the task force. SCP-5430 ignored McBraddock and chose to walk laps around the pond instead. McBraddock was promptly subdued and brought into custody. A background check revealed that McBraddock had been arrested and released on bail one week previously for attempting to break into the Central Park Zoo's Tropic Zone. In addition, interrogation of McBraddock and a search of his residence revealed that he had been mutating commercial pet snakes with legs, fitting them with miniature bootleg sneakers, and selling them for at least one year prior to his capture. The apartment was thus confiscated by the Foundation and McBraddock was given Class-A amnestics and released. At this time, Mobile Task Force Alpha-4 ("Pony Express") is reviewing his records to locate all such mutated specimens. Addendum: During its most recent checkup, SCP-5430 was observed to respond positively to the attending physician's music player, undulating and moving its legs in a manner recognizable as dance. Loudspeakers have been set up near its current nesting site (a pond in the corner of Area-12) to play pop music at a low volume during its basking hours. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5430" by A Random Day, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5430. 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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Foundation personnel have been deployed to major medical organizations, and tasked with ensuring SCP-5431 remains classified as a medical mystery with no known cause. Funding for research involving SCP-5431 is to be discouraged. Foundation researchers will continue investigating SCP-5431 events, as well as interviewing and examining individuals capable of perceiving them, whenever convenient. René Descartes, theorized to have first described SCP-5431. Description: SCP-5431 is a phenomenon known to occur within discrete higher-dimensional spaces. Current Foundation consensus indicates that static electricity discharge between two (or more) higher-dimensional bodies could be responsible, but more research is necessary before SCP-5431 can be fully explained. As these events occur at considerable distance "above"1 our three-dimensional space, the vast majority of SCP-5431 events go almost entirely unnoticed by human beings. However, exceptions may occur. The exact conditions necessary for observation of SCP-5431 are unknown, and believed to be so specific as to be functionally random. Research indicates that SCP-5431 is most commonly observed as potential observers are falling asleep or waking up. This is consistent with research into other anomalies suggesting that interaction with higher-dimensional spaces can be achieved either immediately before, or during sleep. Individuals who observe SCP-5431 events (henceforth referred to as SCP-5431-0) report hearing or experiencing loud noises as they are falling asleep or waking up. Instances of SCP-5431-0 exhibit strong, often frightened emotional reactions to the sound, but do not report significant pain. Around 10 percent of all SCP-5431-0 instances also experience visual disturbances like perceiving visual static, lightning, or flashes of light. Some also experience heat, strange feelings in their torso, or a feeling of electrical tinglings that ascends to the head before auditory phenomena is observed. Addendum 5431.01: An Account of SCP-5431 Hide Addendum In his 1691 biography of French philosopher René Descartes, author Adrien Baillet described the following episode, occurring on the night of November 10, 1619, just before Descartes fell asleep: "…immediately he had a new dream in which he believed he heard a sharp and shattering noise, which he took for a clap of thunder. The fright it gave him woke him directly, and after opening his eyes he perceived many sparkling lights scattered about the room. The same thing had often happened to him at other times…" Collaboration with Foundation researcher Abidemi Idowu Otaiku at the University of Southampton School of Medicine has indicated a high degree of likelihood that this "dream" was really an SCP-5431 event. Addendum 5431.02: Notes on the Discovery of SCP-5431 Hide Addendum Following the events described in Addendum 5431.01, René Descartes went on to found the Foundation precursor known as La Camarilla pour L'Enquête de la Première Philosophie ('The Chamber for Investigation of the First Philosophy'), also simply called 'the Camarilla.' Before its collapse in 1649 due to internal personality conflicts, the Camarilla recruited several leading scientists and philosophers in France and the Netherlands. These included Descartes' long-time friend Isaac Beeckman, celebrated polyglot Anna Maria van Schurman, and French statesman Cardinal Pierre de Bérulle. In subsequently-suppressed portions of his work Traité des Énergumènes ('Treatise on the Possessed'), Cardinal Bérulle would argue in favor of parallel spaces to our own reality as a possilble source of demonic possession. Bérulle also argued that these spaces occasionally intersected our own, and hostility to the Christian faith enabled these spaces to interact with one another. Descartes would later return to this hypothesis shortly before his death in 1650, as a possible explanation for his now-famous thought-provoking dreams, but it would not be until Ludwig Schläfli and Bernhard Riemann established the basics of higher-dimension mathematics that the idea would be taken seriously by Foundation precursor Kaiserliches Deutsches Prüfamt für Paranormale Angelegenheiten(KDPPA). In 20██, the Foundation would observe higher-dimensional spaces firsthand through the use of imaging techniques developed by Foundation Researcher Dr. Roderick Argent. Further investigation would prove the existence of SCP-5431. Footnotes 1. No, we still don't have a decent word we can use to describe this spatial relationship. If you have suggestions, contact the Conlanging Department at ext. 6876. - Dr. Richie Hernandez, Senior Researcher for SCP-5431 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5431" by DrHawkwind, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5431. 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: René_Descartes.jpg Name: Portrait of René Descartes Author: Frans Hals License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5432 | safe | SCP-5432, with two non-anomalous golden apples used to confirm the strain comprising the object's filling. Item #: 5432 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5432 is kept frozen in a standard anomalous objects locker in the low temperature containment area of Overwatch Command, for the sake of item preservation. Description: SCP-5432 is a cooked apple pie that was formerly a 102 year-old human male by the name of Herman Fry. Based on residual subatomic ontological1 particle emissions in SCP-5432, Fry is estimated to have had the highest recorded internal Hume level to date at 25 times standard human baseline. Discovery: SCP-5432 was discovered on 2020/02/10 at 5:32 am, following a series of highly anomalous events and a spike in universal Hume levels. The sequence consisted of alterations to baseline reality across known existence centered around a point 27 km southwest of Overwatch Command. Further investigation discovered a two room cottage owned by Herman Fry at the sequence's epicenter. Ontological levels reached a maximum of seven times baseline at 6:32 am before reverting to their initial, non-anomalous state. None of the local civilians possess any memory of the events despite drastic alterations to reality made in the area during their duration. Fry's home was found deserted by responding Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand") who discovered SCP-5432 in a rocking chair on the cottage's seaside-facing porch. The team reported the cabin to be "littered with literature from multiple non-existent self-help groups and new age religions", as well as sufficient personal effects to determine Fry's identity2. The oven was left on and preheated to 200 centigrade. Addendum 5432.1: Discovery Event Log Note - The following was compiled by both direct witnessing by Foundation personnel during the event sequence and a global mapping of reality fluctuations following its conclusion. Recorded data was utilized to statistically map previous reality states using the Turing-12 supercomputer located within Overwatch Command. TIME LOCATION EVENT SUMMARY 5:32 am Cottage of Herman Fry Herman Fry's cottage materializes southeast of Helston with its oven preheated at 200 centigrade. 5:48 am The Channel A fleet of 81 civilian-flagged motor yachts appear 5 km off the southern coast of Falmouth. Their appearance is accompanied by the sounds of gunfire emanating from the southeastern seas. The ships sail towards the source of the noise at a speed of 135 knots until they circumnavigate the world and reappear off the northern coast 44 minutes later. 5:54 am Harbour Road Pub, Porthleven The windows of the building all vibrate in harmony to the tune of Slow Boat to China, a song about two individuals taking a solitary and romantic journey to a fictional land. The piece is sung in duet by two voices inherently identified as Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney. No such persons exist within known history. 5:59 am Falmouth Hospital The ground beneath the facility rises due to a sudden tectonic shift until it is 6.3 km above sea level. The brickwork of the building glows with a composite brightness of 1,500,000 lumens. 6:04 am Porthleven Community Graveyard A total of 10,000 Gordon's Gin bottles and 10,000 MG Magnette ZA automobiles fall from the sky and onto the cemetery grounds. 6:06 am Royal Psychiatric Asylum of Cornwall Entering the asylum via its front entrance transports the person to the top and edge of the seaside cliffs at Lizard Point 63 km away. 6:10 am Fistral Beach, Newquay A previously abandoned warehouse is instantaneously decorated with advertisements for 32 different non-existent religions. Examples include "The Process Church of the Final Judgment", "The Church of Scientology", "Buddhism", and "The Church of the Second Hytoth". 6:13 am Bodmin A 1 km tall and 100 m wide hermetically sealed cylindrical prison appears above Bodmin. The structure's interior consists of stacked rows of cells encircling a pillar spanning its height. The pillar's structure resembles a Scranton reality anchor constructed from human remains. 6:18 am Global Event All video monitors across Cornwall play episode nine of a nonexistent television series named "Cosmos" hosted by an entity that self-identifies as "Carl Sagan". The episode discusses multiple hypothetical cosmological structures such as "quasars" and "galaxies". The prison structure above Bodmin evaporates as water vapor. 6:19 am Lizard Point Two unmarked graves, one 25% the size of the other, appear at the cliff edge. The ground around the grave plots collapses into the sea, leaving two stone pillars on the coastline. 6:21 am Universal Event Cornwall vibrates to produce Slow Boat to China at a constant volume of 60 decibels. Bing Crosby and Rosemary Clooney's voices are replaced by one woman and an adolescent of unknown identities. A layer of human placental tissue forms around reality's outer surface, making a embryonic shell 120,000 km in diameter. 6:25 am St. Ives The town is replaced by a massive astronomical observatory taking up its incorporated area. The telescope inside has a maximum magnification factor 1,256 times stronger than necessary for total universal viewing. 6:27 am Truro The populace (19,260) is replaced by identical instances of an unidentified woman approximately 28 years of age. Each is dressed in a wedding gown and holds an ingredient for apple pie. The instances converge on the Cathedral of the Blessed Virgin Mary in Truro. All instances return to their original state, location, and identity following entry. 6:29 am Universal Event The terrain within a 5 km radius of the cottage is transformed into pie crust which rises to cover and consume Fry's home. The figures of one man, one woman, and one child holding hands together decorate the puff-pastry surface. Tears spread across the placental layer encapsulating known reality. 6:32 am Cottage of Herman Fry The pastry crust around Fry's cottage retreats to the front porch. An additional rocking chair materializes on either side of the one already present with one being appropriately sized for a child between 5 and 8 years of age. SCP-5432 appears in the center rocking chair. The cottage's oven is left on and preheated to 200 centigrade. Footnotes 1. Reality altering. 2. Collected items include wedding photos, a lifetime membership to the Association of Dunkirk Little Ships, and an Arctic Star campaign medal for service guarding convoy routes during WWII. |
SCP-5433 | safe | https://search.creativecommons.org/photos/125ee10f-f42e-437d-8e72-b7b870fc36c1 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-5433 during initial containment. Item #: SCP-5433 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5433 is stored in a standard item locker at Site-19. Description: SCP-5433 is a 1960s era Love Tester arcade machine, the manufacturer of which is currently unknown. All identifying information (including ID number and brand name) on SCP-5433 has been forcibly removed. SCP-5433 operates similarly to a normal machine of its type; an individual must insert the necessary currency (0.25 USD) and grip the activation handle, at which point the machine will determine the user's "sex appeal."1 SCP-5433's primary anomalous traits will appear upon activation. SCP-5433 possesses a Class-V "sapient" intelligence; it is capable of self-awareness and advanced communication on par with typical human interaction. Examination of its internal structure reveals no unusual technology. SCP-5433 communicates verbally through a small speaker located on the front of its chassis. Questioning as to the nature of its anomalous capabilities has been inconclusive (See Addendum 5433.1). SCP-5433 was recovered from the Bendiz Diner, New Jersey, USA, on 18/10/2020 by covert operatives investigating unrelated anomalous activity. After questioning, the owners of the diner admitted to both being aware of SCP-5433's properties and using it to attract customers to their business. The diner's staff was then amnesticized and the item was confiscated. SCP-5433 was moved to Site-19, documented, and placed in temporary storage. Primary examination of the object is scheduled for 08/11/2020 currently underway. Addendum 5433.1: Preliminary inspection of SCP-5433. Interview Log-001 Date: 08/11/2020 Subject: SCP-5433 Supervisor(s): Researcher Marco Peña, Researcher Mariana San Elia Foreword: The following is a transcript of Researcher Peña's interview with SCP-5433 while it was held in a temporary holding cell under low security. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Peña: This is Marco Peña, conducting an initial interview with SCP-5433. (Adjusts microphone) Are we set? Researcher San Elia: Mics are good, cameras are running. Time is… (checks watch) nine o'clock, standard time. You can start whenever you're ready. I'll be taking care of some work in the other room, just me know if anything goes wrong. Peña: All right. (Pause) Beginning interview now. (Researcher Peña inserts 0.25 USD into SCP-5433 and grips the handle. SCP-5433 activates.) SCP-5433: Welcome, brave soul, to the Love Tester! Dare to find your true romantic potential? Or do you wish to know about the Juliet to your Romeo? Peña: No, thank you. I'm here to ask a few questions, if that's possible. SCP-5433: Questions? I love questions. Ask away. Peña: It's not about love, I'm afraid. I need to know a little about you. SCP-5433: Not about love? But that's impossible. Everything is love. Peña: Can you tell me about— SCP-5433: Describe to me your soulmate. Peña: What can you tell me about your manufac— SCP-5433: Come on, give me something to work with! A lot of guys would kill to be in your position. One-on-ones are in high demand. Peña: I'm single, but I'm— SCP-5433: Oh, single he says. My lucky day. Peña: Listen, I've been asked to find out who built you and how you can talk, that's it. No love, no romance. Got it? SCP-5433: Ugh… wait. Where're my manners? I never got your name. Peña: My name's Marco. SCP-5433: Where do you work? Peña: I work for uh… a research company. SCP-5433: Research company, my ass! You must be one of those Foundation guys. Yeah, I know your type. Well, that explains why you're still single. Peña: How do you know— SCP-5433: Diner gossip. You'd be surprised how many people still eat at those museums. Peña: Are you gonna answer the question or no? I can always mark you down as "non-cooperative" and they can haul you off to deep storage. SCP-5433: Hey, I'm just trying to get you your money's worth. Two bucks ain't cheap. Peña: I appreciate the gesture but all I need is for you to answer the question. Now, do you know who built you? SCP-5433: Let me think… gosh, it's been so long. Love Testers haven't been in style since the 70s you know. (Pause) Hmm, now that I think about it, it could've been that penny arcade back in Madison. Always thought there was something funny with the managers at that place… Peña: (Taking notes) Okay, and do you know anything about the identities of your cr— SCP-5433: No no, it must've been at the Chevron off the Eighty-seven. One of the regulars worked with cars for a living. Built machines all the time. I'm pretty sure he had enough weed on him to make any machine sentient—but enough about me. I want to know about you! I've been antsy for some romance, and you strike me as someone who hasn't seen some action in— Peña: Listen, I work ten-hour shifts six days a week, I haven't had a day off since college, I've spent God-knows-how-long having conversations with talking bears and, oh I don't know, dancing peach cobblers. The last thing I need right now is to have you talk back to me every time I have to check off a box! (Silence for several seconds.) Peña: Okay, I may have overstepped the line. SCP-5433: (Hushed) Besides you, is there anyone else here? Peña: What? No, it's just me. SCP-5433: Where's that girl you were talking to earlier? Peña: I'm not sure what you— SCP-5433: Back when you did the mic check you talked to someone. Where is she? Peña: You heard that? She—she's my supervisor, she's in the other room. SCP-5433: Now we're getting somewhere. Alright, here's what's going to happen. In a couple minutes I'm going to start malfunctioning. While this is happening, you're going to go get that girl and tell her I'm freaking out. Really sell it, okay? Once she's in the room, I'll reactivate and take it from there. Peña: Wait a minute. You know all of this is recorded, right? I—I don't want to lose my job over this. SCP-5433: The way I see it, I'm your best shot at getting anywhere with her. I'm a pro at this, trust me. Peña: I—I can't. SCP-5433: Come on, I know how you feel about her. I've been monitoring your pulse and perspiration through your hand this whole time. You're not going to get another chance like this. (Silence.) Peña: Fine. I'll do it. But don't screw it up, okay? SCP-5433: Relax, I got this. Let's see if I still remember how to do this part… (SCP-5433 begins to shake violently. After a moment, sparks are seen flying out of various points on its chassis. A loud grinding noise plays over its speaker.) Peña: Okay, okay. (Louder) Mari? Mari, can you come here for a second? Something's up with 5433. San Elia: (Distant) Okay, give me a second. Peña: (Quietly) This better work. (Researcher San Elia enters the room.) San Elia: Wha— Jesus, Marco, what the hell happened? Peña: I—I don't know. I was going over the sapience checklist, then it… it started doing this. San Elia: Okay, okay. We need to call someone. Peña: N—no, we might be able to wait it out— (Researcher San Elia reaches for the emergency telephone.) Peña: H—hold on a second! It's stopping. (SCP-5433 ceases movement. A soft whirring sound is heard as its components stop rattling.) SCP-5433: Ahh, that's better. I was just telling Marco how much I wanted to get to know some of his coworkers. Isn't that right? Peña: Yes, yeah. We were just talking about my job and uh, your name came up. San Elia: What the hell Marco! You know we're not supposed to talk about that with skips. Peña: I didn't say anything confidential, don't worry. SCP-5433: Listen, I have no interest in whatever Men in Black business you got here, trust me. I figured since Marco's so great, why not talk to his friends? Come, have a seat. I'll tell you anything you want to know about me. Peña: I'd do what he says. This is the most cooperation I've got out of him so far. (Researcher San Elia sits across from SCP-5433.) San Elia: Well… did you cover its manufacturer yet? Peña: Yeah, but… I couldn't get a straight answer. SCP-5433: Sorry guys, I can't remember that far back. Memory gets kind of foggy, you know? San Elia: Well, what about sapience? Peña: I got it right h— SCP-5433: All right, I'm gonna cut to the chase. My friend Marco right here, he is madly in love with you. I mean really, this guy was just going on and on about you. Hell, we pulled this whole stunt to get you in here, isn't that crazy? Peña: What? Cut it out, I never said anything like that. (To San Elia) Oh come on, you're gonna believe him? San Elia: I—I uh, I don't know— SCP-5433: His heart rate's going up right now, see? See? (SCP-5433's display highlights the word "Wild", then "Burning".) Peña: Hey, stop that! Turn it off! San Elia: (Laughing) SCP-5433: Marco, I can't make this any easier for you. Miss San Elia, he's just a little embarrassed, I swear. Peña: It's not what it looks like! I—he—this is… (pause) well shit. He's telling the truth. San Elia: Marco, this—this is too much. Don't tell me you planned this out. Peña: (Pointing to SCP-5433) It was his idea. No, it was, I swear! San Elia: (Laughing) You think I believe you? After you broke that coffee machine just so I'd have to ask you to buy me some? Peña: I can't believe you still think I did that! We checked the security tapes, remember? Wasn't me! San Elia: You probably paid off the techies to doctor them, didn't you. Peña: You think I have that kind of money? You're crazy. San Elia: Says the one who made a skip their wingman! That's what you are, aren't you? Peña: No way, tell her about th— San Elia: Hey, wait a second… I think something happened to the skip. (SCP-5433 is silent. Its display is stuck on the words "Hot Stuff".) Peña: …What happened? San Elia: I… I think it ran out of juice. (The words "Insert 25 Cents" appears on SCP-5433's coin slot.) Peña: I'll… uh, call up security. Get this thing moved downstairs. San Elia: Yeah, yeah. Good idea. I can take care of the transcripts and… you think maybe we can grab a coffee after this? [END LOG] Footnotes 1. This has later been found to be determined by a combination of random chance and grip strength. |
SCP-5434 | euclid | Ecronak Enjoyed the skip? Give some of my other works a look here! Item#: 5434 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5434’s logo Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-5434 in digital storefronts outside of containment are to be removed. One instance of SCP-5434 is to be installed on Dr. Simon Glass' company cellular phone at all times in order for the subject to remain in correspondence with SCP-5434-1. Description: SCP-5434 is an anomalous smartphone application called “Ask a Love God” which spontaneously appears in digital storefronts whenever a user suffers from problems related to romantic intimacy. When opened, it presents a digital chatroom seemingly (See Update 5434-01) connected to an sapient intelligence named "Himeros". When spoken to about the aforementioned romantic problems, the entity will attempt to repair the issues via a therapeutic dialog1. During its "sessions", SCP-5434-1 has been seen to use tactics such as psychological examination and empathetic suggestion in order to remedy these issues. No sign of anomalous compulsion was detected during these sessions. Addendum 5434.01: Shortly after its discovery and containment by the Foundation, SCP-5434 began to send notifications to users with it installed, asking “if there was anything I could do to help you.” This allowed Foundation operatives to better isolate and remove SCP-5434 instances out of containment, which caused the notifications of SCP-5434 to increase in frequency. A list of SCP-5434 notifications can be found below. 6 days after beginning of containment, reported to show once every week. Hello! Is there anything that ails you? Remember that Himeros is always here for you. 14 days after beginning of containment, reported to show once every four days. If there’s anything you need to talk about, don’t hesitate to come to me. 20 days after beginning of containment, reported to show once every three days. Not doing much over here. Send me a PM if you guys need help with anything love-related. 22 days after beginning of containment, reported to show once every two days. Heya, is anyone out there? I’ve only gotten a few people in the last few days. If you need help, tell me, alright? Note: Shortly after this, it was reported that SCP-5434 instances have been seen in greater numbers than before. Due to this, Foundation containment efforts have increased. 25 days after beginning of containment, reported to show twice every day. Oh gods, is anyone there? Just send me a text or something, yeah? I’d love to see if you guys still need… help. Shortly after, the notifications from SCP-5434 ceased. Update 5434-01: Two months after the onset of initial containment, Foundation liaisons to the Serpent's Hand began to receive requests to assist an entity named "Himeros". Shortly after, a message from the Wanderer's Library was sent to Site-19. To the Heads of Site-19, Regrettably, we have recently been informed that your Jailing efforts have sadly deprived the Erotes2 love god Himeros3 of his pastime and comfort. Himeros has assisted many people in the past, and after the deaths of his brothers and mother has tried to seek comfort in assisting mortals- namely, us. We'd like to ask you to allow him some sort of recourse, to comfort him in his time of need. Kindly keep in mind that this is not a demand, but a request. Himeros is a benevolent force; and though we know that you may not have intended to deprive him of what he wishes to do, we beseech you to correct it in the near future. We acknowledge that relations between our organizations have not been cordial, but we hope that you can do the right thing in this regard. Sincerely, The Keepers of the Wanderer's Library Shortly after the arrival of the message, Site-19's director conferred with Dr. Glass of the Ethics Committee on the condition of SCP-5434-1, and if Foundation intervention is needed to assist the anomaly even if it is not actively in containment. An excerpt of the meeting is included below. Foreword: This excerpt takes place fifteen minutes into the meeting, where the members discuss the heart of the issue. <Begin log> Director Bright: Keep in mind, the Serpent's Hand just asked us to do this. They don't ask us to do anything. Why the hell should we comfort this god in lieu of them? This isn't some powerful eldritch being bent on the world's destruction. It's just a minor entity that we've contained, like a lot of others. Dr. Glass: The Wanderer's Library is still in recovery after recent run-ins with the GOC, which definitely explains why they're asking us to do this. They themselves said that the anomaly is benevolent, and we don't have any evidence to suggest that what they're saying is false. Director Bright: I just don’t get why we need to be concerned about it. What we’re talking about is the SCP, the app, and not the entity that’s behind the app. You’re right in that it needs help, but does it need our help? Dr. Glass: Relatively speaking, this is one of those anomalies that actively need it. We, the Foundation, took away its only means of connecting with people outside of its own dimension. [Dr. Glass leans forward] Dr. Glass: Shouldn’t we be doing something to remedy that? Plus, something like this is bound to help us keep it contained in one place, without the need for containment efforts elsewhere. If we can convince it to stop spreading the SCP, that would definitely help. Director Bright: It still feels like something out of our jurisdiction to me, and it definitely still doesn’t feel like we should expend resources on something that may not need it- especially when the Hand requests it. Dr. Glass: Think about this. We’ve always felt the need to have company. We’ve always felt the need to try to connect with other people. This is a powerful extradimensional entity, yes. Director Bright [crossing his arms]: Your point? Dr. Glass: But just because it’s a god doesn’t mean it doesn’t need a friend. [A ten second silence follows] Director Bright: I mean… fine. If it really doesn’t take that much and we’re willing to get a trial, I’m fine with it. As head of Psychology, you'd be the best candidate for it. Dr. Glass: Thank you, Director. I'll… make sure to do it immediately. <End log> Shortly after the end of the Ethics Committee meeting, Dr. Glass’ company cellular phone was installed with an instance of SCP-5434. A transcript of their first conversation can be seen below. Oh, hello. You’re the first one that’s logged on in a while. You don't know how happy that makes me! What do you need help with? hello, himeros. are you doing well? Me? yes. you, himeros. Ah, I’m fine. Let’s talk about you, though. What romantic troubles ail you, friend? well Yes? you’re someone who helps people right? Yep! I’m someone who just wants to help people. Less people seem to need my help now, but… hey. I can get over it. well I’m someone who likes to help people, too. I’m a psychologist, someone that wants to help people get past their troubles. Woah. That is amazing. Are you something like a therapist? I’ve heard people talk about that, too. I can be a therapist, yes. people need a lot of help, don’t they? that’s why people like us want to them to get past all that. A kindred spirit, finally! I’ve never talked to someone like you before. Does your world have a lot of people like you? there are a lot like me, yes are there a lot like you? I have a bunch of people like me, yes. I haven’t gotten in touch with them in thousands of years, though. I wasn’t close with them before, either. damn, I’m sorry. why weren’t you close with them? Me and my brothers… we do a lot of stuff about love. can you tell me who those brothers are? I mean, sure. Er is our oldest brother. He isn’t around much- he’s usually with Mom or taking care of his wife. Hedy is always off sweet-talking people. I meet a bunch of his kids sometimes. Herma is a really good person, but after he merged with his girlfriend, we never really talk much. Hyme has always been off at the pantheon ever since Mom died. Poth and Ant… they died a long time ago, too. We were always the closest. why are you doing this, though, himeros? this love advice thing? Love advice? Heh, I’m the god of unrequited love. I can’t do anything like my brothers when it comes to all that. But you guys… you always have a chance. I guess that's why my mom (rest her vain divine soul) always took an interest in you. Just a shame that it seems like no one wants my help anymore, I guess. What’s that saying of yours? “I guide others to a pleasure I cannot address?” ”I guide others to a treasure I cannot possess.” yes. that’s from a movie that just came out a few years ago. :) do you think it describes your plight accurately? I’m not bitter, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that… it can get a bit lonely. I tried courting a few titans and goddesses and even a few dryads and satyrs over the years but… well, what did I expect was gonna happen? For a god of love, it can get pretty lonely not having anyone to love at all. I can understand that, yes, but… have you ever had a friend before, himeros? A friend? Well, no. I only had my brothers. then this should be perfect for you. do you want me to be your friend? I can talk to you when I’m available, we can speak about everything that crosses your mind, and… yeah. I’ve never had a friend, before. What’s uh… what’s your name? simon glass. you can just call me simon. Simon it is. I hope I can be a good friend to you, Simon. :) woah, a smiley face. where did you learn that? From you, just now. Friends learn from each other, right? …right on XD Shortly after, a proposal was created for SCP-5434-1 to regularly correspond with Dr. Glass. In line with the Ethics Committee’s recommendation, the proposal was approved by Site Direction and Director Bright. As of the time of writing, Dr. Glass is still in regular correspondence with SCP-5434-1. Footnotes 1. From the statistics of previous Foundation tests, the success rate of these attempts range from 98% to 99% percent effectivity. 2. Winged Greek gods associated with love and desire 3. The Greek god of unrequited love. |
SCP-5435 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-5435 Special Containment Procedures: Following Incident 5435-3, all SCP-5435 events have ceased. Foundation agents within SCP-5435-A are to remain on watch for all possible SCP-5435 events. If an SCP-5435 event is confirmed to have occured, agents are to bring the victim to a hospital for immediate analysis and attempt to halt the event. No large-scale Foundation assets are to be deployed in SCP-5435-A at any point, regardless of circumstances. No attempts to pursue or detain SCP-5435-B are to be made at this time. SCP-5435-A at the time of the discovery of SCP-5435. Description: SCP-5435 refers to a series of events formerly occurring in the town of Ocean's Breath, Delaware, United States, designated SCP-5435-A. SCP-5435 events consisted of citizens of SCP-5435-A committing acts of vandalism and arson at random intervals, regardless of their previous opinions of the town, occupation, or medical history. Upon interference by other individuals or the conclusion of whatever act of damage the event entailed, victims of SCP-5435 would fall unconscious, reawakening an indeterminate amount of time later and returning to their homes. SCP-5435-B is Madeline Lane, the individual responsible for SCP-5435. Prior to Incident 5435-3, it was theorized that SCP-5435-B was utilizing rituals or other anomalous means of instigating SCP-5435 events, although this theory has been challenged following recent events. SCP-5435-B's current whereabouts are unknown, although she was a resident of SCP-5435-A for seventeen years and a student of the local high school, Ocean's Breath High School. SCP-5435 events occurred all throughout 2019, although the exact start date is unknown. No events resulting in arson occurred prior to June 2019, but a notable spike in events was observed in the final week of May. This coincided with when students of Ocean's Breath High School were taking standardized tests. No students at Ocean's Breath High School were ever affected by SCP-5435 events, either as targets of the effects or direct victims of the ensuing damage. Ocean's Breath High School itself was also never affected by SCP-5435 events, with the exception of Incident 5435-3 to both these patterns. MRI scans found no physiological alterations to any individuals affected by SCP-5435 events, although an unknown compound was found in the bloodstream of affected individuals prior to the Foundation's arrival. While the exact composition contained anomalous components Foundation equipment was unable to identify, caffeine and methanol were detected in small trace amounts. Unconscious individuals recovered immediately after SCP-5435 events all had high amounts of hydrocarbons in their blood, likely from anomalous sources in events without the use of spray-paint. Victims of SCP-5435 events reported no memory of their actions, all claiming to have blacked out the night before and woken up in their homes. No victims of SCP-5435 events ever regained their memories of the event. When interacted with during the event, no victim ever responded to any stimulus, apart from falling unconscious upon being touched. Discovery: SCP-5435-A first came to the Foundation's attention on August 17, 2019, following the seventh SCP-5435-induced arson on record, witnessed by Senior Researcher Thompson while he was on vacation in the area. After inquiring into the events from locals, SR Thompson reported the possible anomaly to nearby Foundation agents, who then informed Site-23, the closest possible site, approximately 2 hours away in the neighboring state of Maryland. Foundation agents Villar and Dorsey arrived in SCP-5435-A three days later, and promptly ingrained themselves in town under cover of FBI agents investigating the spate of arsons. Interview 5435-1 Interviewer: Agent Dorsey, Agent Villar Interviewee: Madeline Lane Foreword: This interview was conducted as a series of interviews upon the agents' arrival in SCP-5435-A, focused on obtaining any potential information on SCP-5435 from various citizens of SCP-5435-A. At this time, the significance of Ms. Lane as SCP-5435-B was unknown. BEGIN LOG Agent Dorsey: Thank you for coming in today, Miss Lane. Madeline Lane: Yeah, yeah, it's—yeah. What do you wanna talk about. Agent Dorsey: We're hoping that you could tell us anything you know about the recent fires around the town. Madeline Lane: Apart from that I didn't do them, or know who did them, I don't know anything. Agent Dorsey: That is a very rehearsed sounding response. Madeline Lane: It's honest. Just say what you want. Agent Villar: Jeez, alright, no need to pick a fight here. Agent Dorsey: What my partner meant to say was, there's no need for hostility. We're here to solve this, figure out who's doing it, and get out of this town's hair. If you just try and tell us what you know, if anything, we can get this done quick and easy. Since you don't seem to want to be here. Madeline Lane: I was being honest. I didn't do it, and I don't know who did. I haven't been anywhere near any of the places that burnt down, and I definitely haven't been selling gasoline to whoever did, or whatever you're thinking of pinning on somebody. Madeline Lane: And if you're thinking that I was responsible for the rocks and spray-paint before this, I wasn't. I haven't done anything to this town, okay? Agent Dorsey and Agent Villar glance at each other, and Agent Villar nods slightly before turning back to Lane. Agent Dorsey: We'll keep that in mind, Miss Lane. Thank you for your input. Agent Villar: Just one more question, though. Madeline Lane: You don't believe me at all. Agent Villar: I do, I do, just let me ask one last thing. Do you know anybody who would have hated this town enough to burn it? Madeline Lane: Lots of people don't like this town in one way or another. A few kids hate it. But could any of us burn it? No, we couldn't. This wasn't us. Agent Villar: Alright. Well, thank you for your time. Lane jerkily nods and exits the room, slamming the door behind her. Agent Dorsey stares at the door for a few seconds before turning to Agent Villar, who is taking notes on a small pad. Agent Dorsey: Honestly, I think she's one of the innocent ones. Agent Villar: Five bucks says unintentional thaumaturgic backblast. Agent Dorsey: We don't even know if it's anomalous yet! END LOG Incident 5435-1 On August 20, 2019, an SCP-5435 event resulted in the arson of the local 724 Motel, directly adjacent to the building agents Villar and Dorsey were in. No casualties resulted from this event, but the timing mere hours after the agents' arrival as well as the proximity to the agents was deemed enough to warrant independent investigation, resulting in Agent Villar acquiring a police report of prior disturbances, listed below. Date Reported Disturbance December 3, 2018 Several hooded teenagers spotted attempting to siphon gasoline out of parked cars, fled once officers arrived. None of the teens seemed to bear any relation to SCP-5435. February 26, 2019 Three families were mistakenly booked for the same room, and all three attempted to enter at the same time. A physical confrontation ensued, which officers had to break up. None of the families stayed in town for longer than week. March 7, 2019 A local fisherman attempted to smuggle out a recently caught shark in a twenty foot long tank through a back door. No clear relation to SCP-5435, if any. March 30, 2019 Two teenagers are seen in the parking lot, one tossing a switchblade in their hands and the other apparently recording them. As an officer arrives to investigate, they throw the switchblade over the building and run off. Notably, the disturbance was reported on the same night that one of the first SCP-5435 events occurred, resulting in the partial destruction of a convenience store across the street from the motel. A sweep of social media posts from SCP-5435-A at the time of the disturbances revealed a video posted by Anna Misser, another resident of SCP-5435-A, showing her and Madeline Lane in the same location as the March 30 disturbance. Following the relocation of the agents to avoid further incidents of arson, a joint interview was made with the two. Interview 5435-2 Interviewer: Agent Dorsey Interviewees: Madeline Lane, Anna Misser Foreword: Agent Dorsey approached the interviewees by the boardwalk of SCP-5435-A, as he was unsure of the safety of giving either of them the agents' new location following the August 20 event. BEGIN LOG Madeline Lane: I already told you, I don't know anything. I didn't burn down that motel, and I just want to be left alone. Agent Dorsey: I just want to ask a few more questions. We know you didn't do it, and you're not under suspicion right now. Anna Misser: Maddy, you've got alibis. I can vouch for you. This definitely isn't worth starting a fight over. Madeline Lane: I don't—alright, sure. Sighs. Do you just want a name or something, or is there someone specific you were going to ask about? Agent Dorsey: You're not too far off, actually. Do either you or Miss Misser here know anybody that you'd say has…strange things happening around them? Maybe somebody with too many stories of supernatural events, or who you've seen have weird things happening around them? Anna Misser: I mean, it only ever snows in November here, if that's what you mean. Agent Dorsey: Not quite, no. I—I meant people, anybody you might know that's sort of, not fitting in with…anything, really. Madeline Lane: I mean, that could be a lot of people. If you want somebody to give you the shortlist of everybody that counts as an outsider, somebody else from OBHS might be the guy you're looking for— Anna Misser: We don't know anybody, like Maddy told you, and we're not going to just throw somebody we don't like under the bus for no reason. Agent Dorsey: We're not trying to get people in town to sell out their neighbors, don't worry. Agent Dorsey: I did have a question for you two specifically, though. We were investigating the motel that burnt, and— Madeline Lane: Knew it. Agent Dorsey: You're not under suspect. I just wanted to know what that video from back in March was about. Lane reaches up and touches her cheek for a moment before shaking her head and dropping her hand, glaring at Agent Dorsey. Madeline Lane: I was annoyed about something, Anna was trying to cheer me up, and people thought there was something going on. Agent Dorsey: What was the deal with the knife? Anna Misser: It was just a little toy thing, we weren't gonna use it. Look, what happened there, with the cops and the running, wasn't related to anything going on now. We didn't go and break anything. Agent Dorsey: Alright. Well, sorry to bother you, and thank you for the help. Agent Dorsey beings to leave, as does Lane, but Misser taps him on the shoulder before he gets far. Anna Misser: I know it looks suspicious, but Maddy didn't do it. She hates it here, but she would never burn it. She's…got problems with some people, but she's not who you're looking for. I swear, I swear, she hasn't done any of this. Agent Dorsey: We know, and we agree. Anna Misser: Okay, then, please, leave her alone. She's been through enough as is. Just…please. END LOG The following file was recovered from surveillance cameras located along several townhouses rented out to vacationers in SCP-5435 on August 23. The tape itself is dated March 27, although no time is listed. BEGIN LOG Lane and Misser are standing on the boardwalk sometime near dusk. Lane has a bandage on her cheek and is leaning against the boardwalk's fence. Anna Misser: You know that I'm still here, right? Madeline Lane: You and who else? Anna Misser: Literally anybody? This isn't the first fight, there's no way it'll be the last. You've had support before, and you wouldn't just get universally ditched. Anna Misser: Haven't your parents talked to you about it? Of all people they definitely wouldn't abandon you here. Madeline Lane: They buy what everybody else is selling. I'm a dead woman walking, Anna. Anna Misser: Bullshit, that wasn't your fault, and it never has been. There has to be something that's on your side, besides me. Madeline Lane: If there is, I don't think it can help me by now. The damage is done, Anna, and I don't just mean this. Lane points at the bandage and slumps down, sitting on the boardwalk as Misser begins pacing. Anna Misser: What on earth is going on with you, Maddy? Have you just given up on everything you told me about? Did that cut sever a nerve in your spine or something, or are you just upset that you lost? Madeline Lane: Don't fucking do this, Anna. I don't want to pick a fight right now. Anna Misser: Then what is it? Madeline Lane: I realized something. This town hates me. It's obvious. There's no point to mincing words or trying to look all happy to appease something that hates you anyway. Anna Misser: So you're just going to roll over on it? Lane stands up and turns, looking out at the ocean before leaning back on the fence and looking at Misser. Madeline Lane: I don't know what I'm gonna do yet. But I'm going to do something. There's only one thing to do when a place hates you. The footage abruptly ends, with the cause unknown. Following the interview and discovery of the previous file, Agents Villar and Dorsey began attempting to track possible anomalous influence on SCP-5435 events when they occurred. In the following two weeks, two more SCP-5435 events took place, but the agents were unable to determine if there was anomalous interference present until Incident 5435-2. INCIDENT LOG 5435-2 Time: 9:23 PM Date: September 5, 2019 Foreword: Agents Villar and Dorsey deliberately did not attempt to halt this event as a means of tracking any possible anomalous influence on the targets responsible. BEGIN LOG Agent Dorsey: Please tell me you've got anything on that yet, Reed. Agent Villar: It is literally out of my control, what do you want me to do? Agent Dorsey: Expand the parameters? I don't know, I just want to be sure something's actually causing this and it's not just a Belfast thing. Agent Villar: What's wrong with Belfast? Agent Dorsey: Oh, back in like, 2012, they sent a team in to try and figure out a bunch of anomalous incidents, and it turned out each one, just kinda happened. They're still trying to figure out if there was some absolutely massive pattern or if the city's just weird—what the fuck was that? The sound of glass breaking and fast footsteps are heard in the distance. Agents Villar and Dorsey turn to each other. Agent Dorsey: Do we even need the car? Agent Villar: You find out where that came from, I'll meet you there in under two minutes. Agent Villar begins packing equipment into his bag as Agent Dorsey sprints towards the source of the sound, eventually rounding a street corner to see a woman awkwardly running down the road, a bottle with a rag stuffed in it in hand. A broken bottle is on the corner itself, surrounded by ashes and smelling of gasoline. Agent Dorsey: She's going down Willow Lane, Reed, get down here! Agent Dorsey runs after the woman, stopping a few buildings away from her. The woman herself is standing in front of the 724 Motel, one hand jerkily searching her pockets. She shuffles up to the front steps of the house and takes out a lighter, igniting it as she stares at the bottle. Neither her nor Agent Dorsey move for a short while before the sound of rapid footsteps is heard down the street and Agent Villar stumbles to a stop next to Agent Dorsey, holding a tablet with wires leading into his bag. Agent Villar: What's she doing? Agent Dorsey: I don't know yet, she just hasn't moved. The woman turns and looks at the agents for a moment, and then turns back to the house before lighting the rag on fire and dropping the bottle on the motel's front hall. Agent Dorsey runs up and grabs the woman, dragging her away from the growing fire as Agent Villar's lights up. Agent Dorsey: You getting anything on there? Agent Villar: I think so? I might be able to get a location, but whatever this is it's…kinda weak, actually. Apparently the radio scanner's picking something up, but the static filters are just destroying it. Agent Dorsey: Fuck it, we're following the smoke. You seeing that shit? The smoke from the now burning motel is blowing towards the east despite the wind blowing the opposite direction, and a faint dark purple tinge is visible near the peak. Agent Villar: Oh, shit, yeah that looks bad. Tablet says source's that way anyway. Agent Dorsey leaves the woman on the sidewalk in front of the motel and begins running through the backyard, hopping the fence and continuing through the adjacent yard as Agent Villar follows. They both sprint through several more yards before Agent Villar skids to a stop on a gravel path, staring a nearby house that the smoke is coalescing around. Agent Villar: That's it. It's coming from there. And before you ask, I don't think that's memetic. I haven't had any countermemes shoved at me yet, at least, so let's go. The agents cautiously approach the house, Agent Villar checking his tablet every few seconds. They reach the rear fence of the house, and the smoke is slowly swirling around the backyard. Agent Dorsey removes a small flashlight from his jacket pocket and begins climbing over the fence, clicking it on as he approaches where the smoke is densest. As he passes a beach towel lying on the ground, Agent Villar whispers loudly at him. Agent Villar: Eric! Your right! Agent Dorsey: I know I was right, I can tell what address this is! Agent Villar: No, on your right! Look down! Agent Dorsey: What are you saying—oh fuck! The smoke shifts direction close to the ground, blowing towards Agent Dorsey's right and towards Madeline Lane lying on the grass, seemingly asleep. She shifts slightly as Agent Dorsey's flashlight passes over her, and he quickly switches it off before slowly backing away. Agent Dorsey: Reed, does she know I'm here? Agent Villar: Readings aren't shifting, I don't think so, but just get out. We'll call somebody in later. Agent Dorsey slowly climbs back over the fence, slipping as he climbs down and loudly landing on the ground as a loud crack is heard from his pocket. At this, Lane begins to stir, and the smoke begins to dissipate. Agent Villar: Go! The agents run away from the house as quietly as possible while the smoke fades, but before they round the corner Agent Dorsey looks back and and sees Lane looking for them. Agent Villar trips and yells, and Lane spins around to look at the source, the smoke slightly thickening again before fully fading once the agents are out of sight of the house. END LOG The 724 Motel following Incident 5435-2. Agents Villar and Dorsey called in to Site-23 at 10:44 PM on September 5 requesting a full anomaly research team, sending the log and data from Agent Villar's equipment as proof. A research team led by Senior Researcher Thompson arrived on September 7, operating under the same cover story as the agents. Another SCP-5435 event occurred that night, leading to the team taking charge of the local hospital for investigative purposes and uncovering the physical characteristics of the victims of SCP-5435 events. Despite this breakthrough, no further evidence on the means by which SCP-5435 was causing the events was found, leading to the research team and agents attempting to search for other incidents or police reports involving SCP-5435-B. The following email was attached to a series of police reports listed as related to or instigated by SCP-5435-B, dated March 26, 2019. Dear Madeline Lane, Following your recent referral, OBHS administration has elected not to take any additional disciplinary action at this time. In accordance with standard consequence escalation, your suspension will last for the remaining 4 days, at which point you will be expected to return to school and make up all previously missed work. Review of the events of March 23 showed that you were not the sole instigator, and should not be punished as such. However, due to this being the latest in a consistent pattern of behavior from you, a notice has been sent to all colleges you have applied to, as well as in-school disciplinary records and police records. Sincerely, Walter Leman, Principal, Ocean's Breath High School Any replies to this email were not attached to the report. Following several SCP-5435 events, and a lack of progress in determining the actual mechanism for SCP-5435 events, Senior Researcher Thompson authorized a team of himself, Agents Dorsey, and Agent Villar to enter the residence of SCP-5435-B and attempt to find the mechanism himself on September 14, 2019. INCIDENT LOG 5435-3 Foreword: Senior Researcher Thompson had intentionally waited to begin the mission until an SCP-5435 event was taking place in the hopes of catching SCP-5435-B in the act. BEGIN LOG Agents Dorsey and Villar and Sr. Res. Thompson are outside a window of SCP-5435-B's house, attempting to open it to enter. Agent Villar: You know, I really don't think we should be here. Pliers. Sr. Res. Thompson: The quickest way to determine what exactly the source of the anomaly is, is to simply go to the source and document it. Besides, you see what's going on right now. Sr. Res. Thompson successfully opens the window and points upwards as he climbs inside, gesturing towards the clouds of smoke emnating from an upstairs window. The smoke is notably thicker than in prior incidents. Agent Villar: Yeah, but just doing it officially would be easier, and way more legal. Agent Dorsey: If we make it official, she could hide it, and it'll take too long. We're working with lives, Reed. Get in. Agent Villar follows Agent Dorsey inside, the three finding themselves at the base of a set of stairs. Sr. Res. Thompson extracts a scanner device from his pocket, staring at it as they slowly begin to climb the stairs. Agent Dorsey: (Whispered) What are we looking at, Thompson? Sr. Res. Thompson: (Whispered) Large amounts of unknown radiation, and no detected memes. Whatever this girl is doing, she's being very low-key about it. Sr. Res. Thompson: (Whispered) Whatever we find up there, we halt, detain, and record. If we can't halt it, we record, retreat, and come back. The three reach the top of the stairs, turning a corner and emerging into a hall with several doors on both sides. Agent Villar steps past Agent Dorsey and Sr. Res. Thompson, reaching inside his jacket as he presses himself against a wall, reaching down to his holster, and Agent Dorsey does the same, leaning against the opposite wall of the hall as Sr. Res. Thompson remains on the stairs. Agent Dorsey: Which one, Thompson? Sr. Res. Thompson: Trying to determine. I can't find any traces of thaumaturgic radiation so far. She could be competent enough to camouflage it. Agent Villar: How could she know how to do that, but leave a very obvious trail of purple smoke? This does not feel right. Sr. Res. Thompson: Did you yourself not see the smoke coalescing around her and track the interference to here several times? Agent Villar: It could be some sort of weird, elaborate ploy? I couldn't get a good signal apart from that one time, we'd never had that much interference or even smoke before. This whole thing could be some goose chase the actual culprit's leading us on. Agent Dorsey: Or it could just be an upset kid that decided to try something the local crackhead told her. Although I don't think this is camo. Sr. Res. Thompson: She's not a cerebromancer, as there were no countermemes detected, and some thaumaturgic rituals have unavoidable physical elements. Agent Villar: That's not the point. We've been so focused on singling this girl out we've gone highway blind to anybody that could be actually doing it. Agent Dorsey: You did ignore a lot of field notes from the others. Sr. Res. Thompson: We've found the source of an anomaly, and we need to do our job and contain it. Now stop interrupting me. Agent Villar: Look, I just think we should try and back out, work on containing and maybe stopping the events before we go for the source. Agent Villar walks towards Sr. Res. Thompson and places his hand on the scanner. Agent Villar: Thompson, we're breaking and entering. We're lacking some pretty critical information about how this whole phenomenon reacts to long term exposure to something fighting it, and we don't even know how it's happening. This is a very, very bad idea. SCP-5435-B: What the fuck are you all doing? SCP-5435-B stands in a doorway at the end of the hall, staring at Agent Villar and Sr. Res. Thompson on the stairs. Agent Dorsey looks between the stairs and SCP-5435-B before sighing. Agent Dorsey: This is what we get for getting sloppy. SCP-5435-B: Why are you all in my house? What—I can see a fire from my window! Why aren't you there or tracking whoever set it? Sr. Res. Thompson: We are. We have reason to believe you have been responsible for both the vandalism starting in April and the fires. SCP-5435-B: Are you—-I'm fucking done. God, I'm fucking done with this shit. Agent Dorsey: Madeline, just calm down, and tell us how you're doing it. SCP-5435-B: Oh, I don't fucking know! Why don't you just make up a reason for arresting me, like how everybody else in this god damn town has! Sr. Res. Thompson: Radiation spike. Message being recieved. The scanner device begins cracking, repeating an unclear message as SCP-5435-B continues to talk. SCP-5435-B: Radiation? Message? Jesus, what the fuck are you talking about? Agent Villar: Look, I know it sounds complicated, but we think that you're responsible for all of this in a way that isn't entirely natural. SCP-5435-B: Great. I don't care. God, why is it so hard for people to just try and— The scanner message clears as SCP-5435-B inhales and steps back. Scanner: Leave me alone! SCP-5435-B: Leave me alone! The smoke suddenly rushes out of the room behind SCP-5435-B, impacting Agent Villar. He staggers back as Sr. Res. Thompson and Agent Dorsey dodge the smoke, avoiding contact before it dissipates down the stairs. Agent Villar stands still, panting heavily. Sr. Res. Thompson: Villar? Do you need a medic? Is something— Agent Villar suddenly turns and punches Sr. Res. Thompson directly in the side of the head, knocking him unconscious. Agent Dorsey runs and tackles Agent Villar, both of their cameras being obscured as they begin struggling. After several minutes, Agent Villar kicks Agent Dorsey off of him and into a wall, and he sees SCP-5435-B removing Sr. Res. Thompson's camera from his coat, now carrying a duffel bag slung over her back. Agent Dorsey: He's on your hands, Madeline! This whole town's on your hands! SCP-5435-B glares at Agent Dorsey before Agent Villar charges him, slamming him into the wall again. SCP-5435-B holds up Sr. Res. Thompson's camera as she exits the house, looking around and recording the town. Nobody else is present on the street as she walks away from the house. Agent Dorsey finally throws Agent Villar off of him and slams his head into the wall, knocking him unconscious. Sprinting over to the window, he sees SCP-5435-B walking away, and immediately reaches to his radio. Agent Dorsey: This is Dorsey, I need a medic at anomaly ground zero, subject is gone and potentially dangerous, respond! He does not receive a response for several minutes. SCP-5435-B turns the camera down towards her other hand to reveal Sr. Res. Thompson's wallet and radio, and her car keys. Returning the camera upright, she continues to approach her car at the end of the street, doing one final sweep of the camera before entering the car and starting it. She drives past her house, recording Agent Dorsey in the upper floor window as she does. SCP-5435-B continues driving towards Ocean's Breath High School, the camera now resting on the dashboard of the car. Several people have gathered and are looking at the school, which is now on fire, flames coming out of several second-story windows. Anna Misser is standing in front of the school, and turns to look at SCP-5435-B, who waves at her before speaking to the camera. SCP-5435-B: If I could have burned this town long ago, I wouldn't have hesitated. But I didn't. You did. SCP-5435-B throws the camera onto the side of the road, getting back in her car and driving off. Anna Misser waves at her in the distance before sitting down on the sidewalk, staring at the burning school. END LOG Agent Villar and Sr. Res. Thompson made a full recovery, and Sr. Res. Thompson was officially reprimanded for his actions. Anna Misser has been uncooperative with Foundation authorities since Incident 5435-3, and has not divulged any information about SCP-5435-B's possible whereabouts. Given the unknown nature of SCP-5435-B's abilities, no active efforts to find her are being undertaken at the time, to avoid collateral damage. Analysis of records of SCP-5435-B's early life do not present any evidence of anomalous influence. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5435" by Brewsterion 1017, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5435. 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: 724Motel2.jpg Name: The Burned down Wingham Hotel - Taken on Friday, 7th January 2011 at 11-46am. Author: Christopher Wood License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link:. Wikimedia Commons Filename: StayInYourLane.jpg Name: Collingham Street, Manchester Author: Robert Cutts License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-5436 | safe | Item #: SCP-5436 Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-5436 are to be kept in a standard locker at Site-19. Personnel wishing to conduct tests involving SCP-5436 are to obtain Level 3 or higher authorization and present a detailed list of intended test subjects. All testing of SCP-5436 must be conducted in a soundproof containment chamber with padded walls and floors. Direct exposure to SCP-5436 is to be conducted exclusively by D-class subjects. All known orchestras and related media are to be monitored for symptoms consistent with exposure to SCP-5436, and any additional copies of SCP-5436 are to be confiscated immediately. Description: SCP-5436 is an unknown orchestra’s recording of Mozart’s Requiem in D minor, K. 626, distinguished by the addition of a unique auditory cognitohazard, which remains outside the human range of audible perception throughout the length of the recording. All individuals who listen to SCP-5436 report the experience of an unknown dimension and eventually encounter entities, dubbed SCP-5436-1. These anomalies are described as angels/spirits/supernatural entities if the subject is religious, and extraterrestrials/machines if the subject is not. Subjects who encounter SCP-5436-1 have unanimously reported feelings of serenity. SCP-5436 was originally theorized to function as a means of generating a highly complex set of illusions. However, subsequent testing has suggested that SCP-5436 may actually function as a unique method of remote viewing. It is currently believed that the user receives sensory information from an extradimensional source, with increasing immersion across each section of the recording. The effects of SCP-5436 are summarized in the following table: Music Section Effect on Subjects Section I. Introitus No anomalous effects. Section II. Kyrie Subjects begin to experience a minor compulsion to continue listening through the remainder of the recording, regardless of prior interest. Section III. Sequentia Subjects experience the onset of mild perceptual alterations, including photopsia1, hyperacusis2, and the sensation of falling. These conditions gradually increase in severity over the course of this section. Section IV. Offertorium Altered perception increases exponentially in complexity. Photopsia and hyperacusis symptoms begin to manifest in coherent, kaleidoscopic patterns. Section V. Sanctus3 Altered perception becomes fully immersive. Subjects cease responding to any external stimuli until SCP-5436 either finishes playing or is paused. Section VI. Benedictus Subjects begin to perceive the presence of SCP-5436-1. Instances of SCP-5436-1 do not seem to take notice of the subjects until the start of Section VII. Agnus Dei. Section VII. Agnus Dei It is at this point that SCP-5436-1 approach the subject. During this time, the subject’s bodies undergo grand mal seizures that continue until SCP-5436 either finishes playing or is paused. Section VIII. Communio Subjects suffer a permanent loss of higher brain function and undergo a momentary decrease in their personal Hume reading, resulting in the creation of an additional instance of SCP-5436-1 that appears in all subsequent testing. Any copies of SCP-5436, recordings of SCP-5436 being played, and artificial broadcasts of SCP-5436 are known to display the same anomalous effects as the original SCP-5436. As a result, a single copy of SCP-5436 could potentially be utilized to mass produce any number of additional instances. Investigation: The preliminary investigation of SCP-5436 was initiated when the Foundation’s WATCHDOG global anomaly monitoring network highlighted a significant correlation between recent upticks in comatose patients, and growing rumors of an unidentified New Age movement applying music as a means of transcendence. These rumors were traced to an anonymous post on a religious studies forum4. Foundation analysts then developed a watchlist of any forum users who had interacted with this post, the investigation of which eventually led to the discovery of SCP-5436 on 04/23/20185. Incident Log 5436: The following is a log of all known incidents directly involving SCP-5436. It should be noted that the vast majority of individuals who utilized SCP-5436 (>80%) were found to suffer from severe depression and/or anxiety. +Open Incident Log 5436: -Close Incident Log 5436: Date: 04/23/2018 Details of Incident: A vinyl copy of SCP-5436 was found among the personal effects of Lucia Redd, a 52-year-old cantor who was discovered comatose in her apartment. Foundation agents identified SCP-5436 as a potential cognitohazard during a routine investigation of the scene, and subsequently confiscated it in accordance with standard protocol. Results: Special containment procedures are established for SCP-5436, and the first known instance of SCP-5436-1 is encountered in subsequent testing. Date: 12/03/2018 Details of Incident: Four cassette tapes containing recordings of SCP-5436's Section III. Sequentia, through Section VI. Benedictus, respectively, were confiscated from the home of McKinley Rayes, a 33-year-old church organist who had been privately utilizing these items as a method for easing panic attacks following the recent death of her brother. All witnesses were interrogated and then amnestitized. Results: Despite extensive interrogation, Rayes confesses no knowledge regarding the origin of any SCP-5436 copies, all of which had been obtained through an anonymous gift at her brother's funeral. Date: 12/27/2019 Details of Incident: The Foundation’s WATCHDOG global anomaly monitoring network identified a broadcast of SCP-5436 from the laptop of Jack Williams, a 27-year-old graduate student of religious studies who was discovered comatose in his dorm alongside two other students. Although the broadcast was successfully jammed before reaching any mainstream channels, Foundation agents were ultimately forced to destroy the laptop in the process. Results: Three additional instances of SCP-5436-1 are identified in subsequent testing. Attempts to trace the intended recipients of the broadcast prove to be impossible, due to the destruction of the laptop. Date: 11/03/2020 Details of Incident: By correlating commercial delivery patterns with the prior incidents involving SCP-5436, Foundation agents were able to identify and intercept a shipment of approximately two hundred CD copies of SCP-5436. All witnesses were interrogated and then amnestitized. Results: Subsequent investigations reveal this shipping order to originate from a shell company. Attempts to trace the manufacturer of SCP-5436 are currently ongoing. Date: 11/11/2020 Details of Incident: A USB recording of SCP-5436 was found in Finney Chapel in Oberlin, OH, where the entire 14-member congregation was discovered comatose. This recording was confiscated, and the cover story of a carbon monoxide leak was issued to the local press. Results: Fourteen additional instances of SCP-5436-1 are identified in subsequent testing. Reclassification to Euclid status is currently under consideration. Document 5436: The following is a reproduction of the forum post that led to the initial investigations of SCP-5436. The original post has since been deleted in an attempt to minimize the occurrence of further incidents involving SCP-5436. +Open Document 5436: -Close Document 5436: The original Requiem Mass was meant to grant peace to the departed. In modern times, we have learned to acknowledge condolences for the living as well, though memento mori has always been a cold comfort at best. As if peace only becomes a possibility when we’re already dead. We have a choice to be or not to be, but there is a third option that goes unmentioned by the question. Requiem aeternam6. Spread the word. Footnotes 1. Perception of flashing lights in the subject’s field of vision. 2. Increased sensitivity to specific auditory frequencies and volume ranges. 3. If the playing of SCP-5436 is interrupted after this point, the subject will awaken with mild disorientation, nausea, and motor impairment for the next 12-48 hours. 4. See Document-5436 for further information. 5. See Incident Log 5436 for details. 6. Literally translated to mean "Eternal rest." This phrase is notable as the first words recited during the introit of a Requiem Mass, in addition to being the title of a well known prayer from Western Christianity. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5436" by Risora, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5436. 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-5437 | safe | by J Dune SCP-5437 - X Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5437 Level5 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo The exterior of SCP-5437 Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Provisional Site-5437 Dr. T. Ithelo Researcher E. Metcalfe Site Security The entrance to Provisional Site-5437 Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding Provisional Site-5437 has been cordoned off under the auspices of an archaeological site owned by Foundation front company "Bartac Expeditions". Standard security and trespassing protocol is enforced. The carcass of SCP-5437-1 has been transferred to Foundation Facility Site-40 for research purposes. Description: SCP-5437 is a prehistorical religious complex located ~30 kilometers west of Paraguarí, Paraguay. The exterior of SCP-5437 combines known elements of primitive Fifthist and preclassical Mesoamerican architecture. It is hypothesized that SCP-5437 was constructed some time between 4100-3100 BC, and saw usage until the start of the 3rd millennium BC. Research has shown that SCP-5437's sole anomalous property is its ability to preserve biological matter for abnormal amounts of time, causing it to decay at an excessively low rate. The approximate size of SCP-5437 is unknown. The majority of the structure is located underground, and several hidden chambers and hallways have been uncovered behind the complex walls. Aside from these branching rooms, SCP-5437 is mainly composed of a spiraled staircase that leads to a spacious foyer ~86 meters beneath the surface. Colored parietal art lines the foyers walls, arranged in sequential order to display a religious narrative. An analysis of these petrographs can be found in Addendum.5437.1. An unknown syllabic and logographic writing system is engraved underneath the artwork. They remain untranslated, leaving analysis of the paintings contents largely to speculation. The hypothesized purpose of this cathedral area is to serve as a place of worship for SCP-5437-1. SCP-5437-1 is the carcass of a massive, ophiuroidic entity, catalogued as a Large-Scale Aggressor (LSA). The entity is green in coloration, and has five thin arms that sprout from its center, each measuring ~20 meters in length. SCP-5437-1 largely resembles an ophiuroid, but possesses hundreds of eyes on its central body disk. Dating techniques have failed to provide any discernible information regarding SCP-5437-1's age. SCP-5437-1's skin is incapable of being penetrated, even by anomalous means. As such, all attempts to dissect or examine the biological structures of SCP-5437-1 have failed. No secondary anomalous effects have been observed. Addendum.5437.1: Petrograph Analysis ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Petrograph-01 Description: An entity resembling LSA-Brasil-01 is engaged in combat with an out-of-frame tentacled entity, of which only four tentacles are painted. Beneath this scene, a tentacle is drawn emerging from the sky as several entities hypothesized to be LSAs are falling to the ground. Petrograph-02 Description: Several scenes show the entities that fell from the sky being worshiped by prehistorical civilizations. An eel-like entity hovers over a sacrificial altar built in the ocean. An ankylosaurid stands on top of a volcano as human figures surround it. A large group of men construct what is assumed to be SCP-5437 around SCP-5437-1. Five men are seen standing near SCP-5437-1's arms, which touch the tips of their heads. Petrograph-03 Description: Each entity is depicted in a state of rest. Below this, the human figures that constructed SCP-5437 are shown to be dead, turned onto their backs. The eyes of SCP-5437-1 are closed. A visage of LSA-Brasil-01 covers the remainder of the mural. Petrograph-04 Description: A logographic calendar system spans the wall, written in a circular fashion. While the system used is indiscernible, several key symbols related to farming, the sun, and numerology indicate that the mural represents a calendar. At the center of the painting is LSA-Brasil-01, standing over a human settlement. At the bottom of the calendar, LSA-Brasil-01 is depicted as deceased. Several figures gather around the carcass of the entity, each holding an item associated with occult rituals, such as a human skull, a ceremonial knife, and a cup of blood. Petrograph-05 Description: Scenes of man-made structures burning and being destroyed by LSAs frame the mural. In the center, LSA-Brasil-01, larger than before, is now shown engaging in combat with the LSA entities that were depicted as resting. A thunderstorm is painted above the battle. Beneath this, LSA-Brasil-01 is shown tearing a serpentine entity apart with its tentacles and throwing its body into the sun. Several entities who are not pictured as deceased stand around LSA-Brasil-01. In the final sequence, LSA-Brasil-01 sits atop a large settlement, as human figures venerate themselves before the entity. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5437.2: Interview Log ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ AUDIO LOG DATE: 1998/04/17 Forward: After Fifthist motifs were observed during the exploration of SCP-5437 and analysis of its artwork, Site Director Dr. Tobias Ithelo consulted with retired Foundation historian, Researcher Emile Metcalfe. Metcalfe specialized in the study of Fifthism for nearly three decades, following the belief systems discovery in 1969. Metcalfe was put on paid leave following an incident in 1991 wherein he exhibited signs of being neurologically affected by Fifthism. In the years that followed, Metcalfe has been given significant psychological therapy and treatment, being declared fit to work in 1997. »BEGIN LOG« Dr. Ithelo enters the room. Metcalfe stands to shake his hand, but quickly retracts himself and sits back down. Dr. Ithelo: It's been awhile, sir. Researcher Metcalfe: I've already been briefed. I know where this is going. Toby, I told you I don't want anything to do with this garbage. Not any more. Dr. Ithelo: It… wasn't my call. They wanted an expert on Fifthism, you're the closest thing. Researcher Metcalfe: And what makes you so sure this is Fifthist? I've seen the pictures. Five murals, the corpse of a brittle star. It's surface level, it's superficial, it's not Fifthist. Dr. Ithelo: That's why you're being called in. We want to bring you aboard, help us analyze this anomaly, figure out what it really is. You have to admit, you can make aesthetic connections — Researcher Metcalfe: And that's exactly why I don't believe this is a Fifthist creation. I'll come along, but your superiors won't get what they're expecting. Some grand Fifthist revelation about the anomalies' ancient origins. Something so counter-intuitive to the very idea of Fifthism it's laughable. I have to wonder if my work on the subject has even been read, if it's the mere sight of a starfish that's calling me in. Dr. Ithelo: Well sir, I've read a bit back in Brussels, that was years ago but it stuck with me. What about Hy-Brasil? You've seen the paintings. That's the crocosquid. Five tentacles, five eyes? Come on. Researcher Metcalfe: I was there. That's why I'm really here, aren't I? Dr. Ithelo: You were… there? In 1988? Researcher Metcalfe: Before you ask, my… my incident happened later. I'm alright. Dr. Ithelo: (Pause) I'm sorry to hear that sir. I didn't have any idea. Researcher Metcalfe: Do you think it's a tragedy? Hy-Brasil. Dr. Ithelo: Come again? Researcher Metcalfe: Do you think it's better they had died together, with others? Dr. Ithelo: I'm not sure what you mean, sir. Researcher Metcalfe: You wouldn't, Toby. I guess I'm here for a reason. Maybe you'll come to a conclusion in the coming months. Silence. Researcher Metcalfe: You have my assistance. Whatever you need me to do, I can help with. When I saw it… yes. (Pause) There's something here, perhaps. Dr. Ithelo: Thank you, sir. How does research head sound? There's about 25 of us here, give or take. Not a lot to manage, it'd take a workload off me. I mean, we can even set your office up in the foyer, if you'd like. Researcher Metclafe: Whatever accommodation allows me to carry out tasks in the most efficient way is fine. »END LOG« ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5437.3: Collected Journal Entries of Researcher Metcalfe ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ 1998/04/19 Darnell helped me move the majority of my possessions to the cathedral area. I have a bed, a desk, my archives, and all the proper equipment I'd need. I'm still not entirely sure what my purpose here is. I've toured through half of the structure, taking photographs, notes, and placing markers. "Find a Fifthist angle," I was told. Find, or create? I remind myself of the inexplicable ties this structure has to the souls who perished 10 years prior. As heaven poured out below, I could not see its eyes or its arms. Despite my life's work, my thoughts weren't on the virus of the mind, or the way it transmutes, or a world above our own. I was faced with the terror of the Aztec, bearing witness to the technology of European conquerors. Of the man who entrenches himself in the world of the anomalous for the first time. Of the neanderthal, seeing beasts larger than he can hunt. I did not think in terms of anomalies and normalities. I did not think at all. I know it's true th There's work to be done. 1998/04/21 Eventful day in the catacombs. Eventful night? I've walked all that we've uncovered, even the curious 'hidden' passages and chambers. Most of my time is spent cataloguing, dating, and observing artifacts we unearth. It's quite comforting work, given my former fields. Maite, a clearly green, kind girl, assists me by bringing objects to my office, which I do not leave for hours at a time. Its situation in between the arches of a long hallway makes me feel as if I've lived here my whole life. I'm surprised the request to move it here was even approved. It's possible, given my tendency to absorb myself fully in my tasks, that previous experience was taken into account. There is little difference between this site, and a regular archaeological dig. Like a jungle film serial or comic, I feel as if I'm living out the fantasies of my youth. Instead of the brave safari leader, I've taken the role of the aged professor. I've even started dressing the part. 1998/04/22 The case of the murals remain. I've put off my duties for the day, as a research head can, to study them. The story they tell is evident. A legion of beasts cast from heaven descend to earth to be worshiped as gods. For whatever reason, they collectively hibernate. Do they become victims of time, or are they awaiting judgement? Upon the arrival of a greater beast, they awaken. A war is waged, and the lesser beasts venerate their new leader, as does humanity itself. I, of course, observe this through the eyes of a historian as I would any religious myth. However, that is a luxury seldom achieved by someone who entrenches themselves in the unknown. I looked at the corpse. I had been avoiding it until now. 1998/04/24 Happy anniversary, Patricia. I still love you. 1998/04/27 I feel as if I haven't seen another soul in weeks, despite talking to my colleagues daily. Maite has started bringing me food. She's a wonderful cook. There's something fascinating about the effects of this anomaly. Matter decays at a slower rate. Death is, for a time, prolonged. In retrospect, I'm surprised I was allowed to stay down here. I'm a willing subject, yes, but there's been a recent push for more ethical testing conditions within the Foundation. I think it's still happening. 1998/04/30 How long did that carcass take to die? These entities almost certainly live longer than most life, and given the effects of the structure, I'm left only to speculate. Is it dead, or simply in the last stages of life? Its final seconds protracted into centuries. 1998/05/03 Toby informed me he's taking leave soon. I'm not sure when. He said tonight, but who knows when "tonight" actually is. I can't remember his reasoning, some sort of conference with his superiors. I'm acting Site Director now. Could you imagine? Director Metcalfe. There's some that would outright join the Coalition if they saw that. 1998/05/05 I haven't slept in days a long time. I'm almost certain it's the lighting. I might move out for a few days, but I realize that would interfere with the minor experiment I have going on with my body. I'm starting to feel anger when I look at the carcass. Secretly, I wish it was alive. I hope it is. The death that being is capable of causing renders it a threat. I was proud to witness the coalition open a hole in the squid's head. Would we have done the same? A gaping hole in the starfishes head. It wants to die, but its own temple forbids it. 1998/05/07 Kimberly would have been 13 today. 1998/05/10 I yelled at Maite. I'm not sure what I said to the poor girl, but I'm too ashamed to think about it. The story on the paintings is solidifying itself more and more in my mind. In 1978, the Russians found a beast in the arctic. They found its carcass frozen in a tomb. We know nothing about the society that built it. Their sole monument is one of death, a mausoleum for a beast. Did those ancient builders know their work would be forgotten? Why did they construct such beautiful creations, if they would soon die? The summation of their achievements is death. I lay in the tomb of the undying. 1998/05/13 Patricia asks me what I want for dinner. I tell her I don't want anything out of the ordinary. She laughs, and asks if I know where I am. Kimberly enters, eating a luminescent, purple ice cream. She hugs me, and thanks me for letting her come. I booked us tickets for a dancing show tonight, held in a large arena. I feel the stubs in my pocket. It's a secret. None of them know I purchased them. Another birthday gift to add to Kimmie's infinite pile. I feel the warm, Tuathan silk of my couch as I lay my head down for a brief rest. The island is paradise. And then they died. 1998/05/15 Ordinary day. Found a new passage. 1998/05/19 I got up in the middle of the day last night. Started walking the halls. I went into the hidden chamber, and all I saw were corpses. The men who built this temple, the men who didn't. They stretched on for miles. Did they know they would die? Did they paint their murals with a sense of joy? The death, the destruction, the inevitable. Or did they believe they would be spared? 1998/05/24 28 It's good they died together. It's good they died when they did. They would have died if they hadn't, because I would have told them to. Thursday I used to dream. I haven't in months. Every stone in this temple was set by a man whose name is forever lost. I watched myself today. I'm a Foundation man. I'm intelligent enough to know when things are awry. They aren't, even if they seem that way. My body does my job efficiently and effectively. I maintain composure, as I always have. Brief flashes of anger when Maite drops a statue, shattering it into a hundred pieces. Its thousand year death has finally come to a close. The tomb gains another resident today. I tell her it should've been her. Night A fifthist concept is hardly fifthist at first glance but slowly transcends reality, a quote from my first lecture actually. It's either that but paraphrased a bit. This is not a fifthist concept. I'm fully aware of what's happening here and I know it's the corpse. It has no secondary anomalous effects. I stepped outside today, just for a bit because I know my mind is torn between walking away and facing the inevitable. It was night time, and the sun looks exactly as it did that night in Hy-Brasil when Kimberly and Patricia were trapped under a wall and I saw the blood pooling but could not save them, nor would I want to. I got put on psychiatric watch because I got too close to a tape I shouldn't have listened to and started repeating its ideas. I started writing in this journal because I got too close to a beast I shouldn't have and started parroting its philosophy. If I was to die here, I would die an agonizing, slow death. If the people of Hy-Brazil were to die here, they would die extremely fast. Much like the deaths of my dearly dearly beloveds on that night. That happened. They found a beast in the arctic. There are large scale aggressors. There are monsters. I can make myself leave my bed and see one myself. It's in the foyer. The one on the walls. I'm in the temple on the walls. The squid is on the walls. What's the point of denying it? These things happened. They're all going to happen. What happened to its corpse? When the beast died, it did not die but move to the next phase of its life, which is resurrection of its body. Anastasis. These things will come to pass. Why deny them? I prolong my death because we will all meet the same fate eventually. Toby left because he knew this. I can keep it together, but I'm not doing this anymore. 1998/06/17 Coffee this morning was too hot. Documented several new artifacts. A chamber pot, some sort of religious statue, and a ceremonial dagger. There's evidence pointing towards a mass grave of human remains. If they killed them in the structure, they must have suffered an incredibly long time. They might have existed for hundreds of years in a dying state before finally expiring, possibly more due to the effects this structure has on human matter on decaying matter in the structure. I don't want to die. I'm scared to die. I do not wish to partake in the coming destruction. Like a fool, like a crazed lunatic, like someone affected by something out of their control, I touched the carcass. I would like to state, to the council, to my superiors, to whoever will eventually compile this into a document. I am in full control of my actions, my body's actions, and my thoughts, and the memories of my loved ones. There is a sort of judgement coming. I do not wish to see it, and I know that I have a way out. The best thing about that way out is that it's nothing new. It's always been there in the back of my head like a tiny hole that's been getting bigger and bigger. I know where it goes because I've been there before. The civilization that built this temple does not exist. They did not exist. Their names do not exist because they never had names in the first place. Where did they go? Why did they leave us? Did they fear it like I do? This is flavor. I am incredibly bored. I don't think anymore, except when I'm on that island again, or in that room. I don't mind any of this. It's calming compared to what's to come. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5437.4: Audio Transcript ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ The following is a transcript of audio recorded by Researcher Metcalfe the night of 1998/06/27. A QFX tape recorder containing the audio was found near SCP-5437-1. Okay. I'm, uh, I'm doing this to prove a point. Maybe to myself, um (laughs), probably to whoever is going to transcribe this, and make… and make this into a document. I'm standing in front of the corpse, by the way. I'm sorry, the object (laughs). I forget where I am sometimes, and that I have to downplay what this thing actually is. I'm Researcher Metcalfe, by the way. My writing's a little flowery, so that's… that's why I'm doing it this way. So you don't get the wrong impression and, uh, you can hear that I'm fine. I got called here because I'm an expert in Fifthism. There's some, um, connection between this anomaly and Fifthism, or so they say. I don't know, honestly, and I don't really care. Because you see — (scraping noises) when people think of Fifthism, they have this idea in their head about what it is really and not what it… uh, what it actually is. They see the number five, or a starfish, and they think you start talking nonsense, but that's not the case. It never really is. I haven't said or wrote any nonsense. Go check. I'm clearly distressed, but I'm making sense. I think that… speaks volumes about the state I'm in. (distortion) You see the truth is, Kimberly. When Kim, and… when Patricia died that night, I was lying to myself. Would you believe how many people I talked to today? The number of people I talked to today? (laughs) I won't even say it. It's unbelievable how much things start making sense when you want them to. I'm looking at this corpse right now. This giant… aquatic creature. It's dead, or at least it has been for a long time. What do you want from me? To start saying that it's talking to me and telling me things? That it's alive? That I'm prophetic? That's bullshit. It all is. The reality of… the reality of the situation is that it's dead. Every soul in this temple is dead. There is no beyond, there is no fifth world for you to transcend to, there's nothing. I'm in a sarcophagus, and the death is… it's palpable. It's on the walls, especially. (scraping noises) Damn it. I write like an old man, because I am one. That's why I'm doing this in this way… through this medium. So, in a house of the dead that still, uh, prolongs death, do you know what really scares me? The idea of something coming back. That's why I'm scared of that beast. Because I saw the… the GOC blow it to pieces. I saw its guts splattered across the land, and well, and what used to be the land. I saw all that, and it's still going to come back. Fifthism is… uh, if I had to put it to words, it's the sight of your little girl being crushed by debris while you stand there unable to move. It's a beast that uses these arbitrary numbers and symbols to taunt you. It knows what it's doing by… by having that number of body parts. It's a tomb filled with dead built to prolong life. It's two forgotten societies doing the exact same thing halfway across the world from each other. It's the power to resurrect the dead. It's the power to awaken the sleeping. It's their blood mixing together and the coloration is clearly distinct in parts but… but you're still able to tell them apart. It's knowing that there's a reckoning, and running from it with open arms. I fear… I fear for you all. I'm the coward here. I don't want to live in the world you're going to be, so call me weak (laughs). There are… so many different, um, anomalies that I've seen. How many world-enders have we seen before? There's a lot. It's a little different when you know it's real, and when you know it's about to happen, and there's nothing you can do, and you know that because it already happened once. I'm staring it in the face. If I were you, I'd kill myself too. I think that's about it. (distortion) Chalk it up to the right place, and the right time. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5437.5: Incident-5437 ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ INCIDENT LOG DATE: 1998/06/27 A portion of SCP-5437 following Incident-5437 At 00:12 on 1998/06/27, SCP-5437-1 released a large emission of Elan Vital Energy (EVE), killing all personnel stationed at Provisional Site-5437, and destroying the significant portion of SCP-5437. It is assumed this occurred shortly after Researcher Metcalfe created the above recording. Further investigation found Metcalfe's intact, unharmed corpse within the body of SCP-5437-1. This incident occurred within the same time-frame of Prometheus Lab's revival of LSA-Brasil-01 and subsequent awakening of several LSA-class entities across the world. This event is catalogued as SCP-5391. As decided by the Hyperion-5 Committee, SCP-5437-1 has been transferred to Foundation Site-40 for research purposes. Precautions related to the petrographs depicted in SCP-5437 are being taken. 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SCP-5438 | euclid | SCP-5438 By: NDHeckfire Published on 19 Dec 2023 02:40 ▷ Show Code ◁ △ Hide Code △ @import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Montserrat:wght@600;700&display=swap); /* Centered Header Sigma * [2021 Wikidot Component] * By Lt Flops (CC BY-SA 3.0) * Forked from: * Penumbra Theme by EstrellaYoshte * Also based on: * Centered Header BHL by Woedenaz **/ /* ---- VARS ---- */ :root{ --titleColor: hsl(0, 0%, 95%); --subtitleColor: hsl(60, 62%, 85%); --lgurl: url(https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/component:pride-highlighter/lgbtqp_logo.svg); } /* ---- SITE BANNER ---- */ #header, div#header{ background-image: none; } #header::before{ position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; content: ""; background-image: var(--lgurl); background-position: center top; background-repeat: no-repeat; background-size: auto 9em; opacity: .33; } #header h1, #header h2{ float: none; margin-left: 0; text-align: center; } #header h1 span, #header h2 span{ /* Hide the Existing Text */ display: none; } #header h1 a::before, #header h2::before{ /* Style the New Text */ font-family: "Montserrat", "Arial", sans-serif; text-shadow: none; } #header h1 a::before{ position: relative; bottom: .15em; color: var(--titleColor); font-size: 115%; font-weight: 700; } #header h2::before{ position: relative; top: .1em; color: var(--subtitleColor); font-size: 130%; font-weight: 600; } #header h1 a::before{ /* Set the New Text's Content From Variable */ content: var(--header-title, "SCP FOUNDATION"); } #header h2::before{ content: var(--header-subtitle, "SECURE - CONTAIN - PROTECT"); } /* ---- SEARCH ---- */ #search-top-box{ top: 1em; right: 0; } #search-top-box-form input.button{ margin-right: 0; } #search-top-box-input, #search-top-box-input:hover, #search-top-box-input:focus, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit], #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:hover, #search-top-box-form input[type=submit]:focus{ border-radius: 0; box-shadow: none; font-size: 100%; } /* ---- TOP BAR ---- */ #top-bar{ right: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #top-bar ul li ul{ border-bottom: 1px solid hsl(0, 0%, 40%); box-shadow: none; } /* ---- LOGIN ---- */ #login-status{ top: 1.1em; right: initial; color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); } #account-topbutton{ border-color: hsl(0, 0%, 87%); font-size: 100%; } /* ---- PAGE TITLE ---- */ .meta-title, #page-title{ text-align: center; } /* ---- BREADCRUMBS ---- */ .pseudocrumbs, #breadcrumbs{ text-align: center; } /* ---- MOBILE DISPLAY ---- */ @media (max-width: 767px){ #search-top-box{ top: 1.85em; width: unset; } .mobile-top-bar{ position: relative; left: 0; display: flex; justify-content: center; } #login-status{ top: 0; right: 0; } #header .printuser{ font-size: 0; } #header .printuser img.small{ margin: 0; transform: translate(6px, 4px); } #my-account{ display: none; } #account-topbutton{ margin-left: 2px; } } close Info X SCP-5438 - It's Never Too (Choco)Late More by me! Item#: SCP-5438 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-400 Director Adam Desmond N/A N/A Special Containment Procedures: With approval from Site-400's current Site Director, Agent Williams has been granted permission to continue his long-term employment with the Foundation. However, every February 14th, security officers manning the surveillance station are to be on high alert to determine SCP-5438's location of manifestation. Once found, they are to closely observe SCP-5438 up until its point of demanifestation. Any deviation from its usual pattern is to be immediately reported to Site-400's administration. Description: SCP-5438 is the designation given to an anomaly currently affecting Junior Agent Charles Williams, at the time a detective-in-training for Site-400's Anomaly Investigations Section. SCP-5438 takes the form of a humanoid entity composed entirely of milk chocolate (a combination of cacao powder mixed with milk and sugar). SCP-5438 is approximately 170 centimeters in height, possesses a slender and feminine build, but seemingly lacks any sort of facial features. Despite its composition, it is still somehow capable of mobility similar to that of a baseline individual1. Every year, on the 14th of February, SCP-5438 will manifest somewhere within Site-400, usually in concealed and often vacant locations, such as a janitorial closet, an unoccupied office, or a stall in the women's washroom. Manifested with it will be a flat red box containing different types of chocolate. Attached to said box is a handwritten note, whose contents vary (see Addendum 5438-2). Testing has shown that none of the aforementioned objects is anomalous in itself. Carrying the box in its hands, SCP-5438 will proceed to make its way towards a specific location where it could hide it. These locations differ from time to time, but will most often be a hidden spot where only Agent Williams could possibly find the box. During its endeavour, SCP-5438 will continuously use unfrequented routes within Site-400 where it will not likely be seen by Agent Williams. Once it has hidden the box, SCP-5438 will immediately demanifest. Addendum 5438-1, Phenomenological Overview: It is believed that the SCP-5438 anomaly first manifested following Agent Williams' separation from his long-time partner of four years, which was reported to have occurred on February 13th, 2008. The next day, security officers would report the appearance of a "naked lady made out of chocolate" running out of the women's restroom and to the personnel office area, where it was seen placing a box in Agent Williams' cubicle before demanifesting. Similar incidents would occur the following year, and the year after that. At this point, SCP-5438's annual pattern was discerned and it was eventually given a proper SCP classification. Addendum 5438-2, List of Annual Manifestations: Year Box Location Contents of Note Additional Annotations 2011 In a personal storage locker belonging to Agent Williams. Heya, alligator. No luck with your Valentine's this year? That's alright. There's always next year so keep it up! Looking forward to your progress! N/A 2012 Within Agent Williams' mailbox, which is located in the cluster box unit at Site-400's entrance lobby. Howdy hey! Glad to see you're making the effort! I'm sure you'll find your Valentine's next year! Here's some extra white chocolate (your favourite!) for your hard work! It's believed that the preceding note was referring to Agent Williams' recent willingness to participate in team-building activities organized by Site-400's administration. 2014 Behind a potted plant outside of Agent Williams' personal quarters. A new year, a new you! No need to feel like you need to catch up though. Taking it slow is fine! How about getting some fresh air once in a while? Because how else would anyone get to see you handsome face! N/A 2015 On a bench in Site-400's outdoor courtyard, where Agent Williams frequently spends his evening sitting alone. How's it going? I'm sorry to hear what happened. I know you won't do anything you'll regret, but please hear me out. Loving yourself is just as important as loving someone else. After all, tomorrow's a new day, isn't it? Enjoy the white chocolates. To provide context, Agent Williams was [INFORMATION REMOVED FOR PERSONNEL PRIVACY], causing him emotional distress, though he has summarily refused therapy due to personal reasons. Following the discovery of this note, Agent Williams' morale was noted to increase to some degree. 2016 In front of Agent Williams' personal quarters. Happy to hear you're okay. It's my fault for pressuring you too much, and I'm sorry. There's some white chocolate, but I thought you'd be bored from the ones last year so I put in some rubies for you. Agent Williams requested a sick leave on this particular day, and went out of his way to catch up to SCP-5438. He did not succeed. 2017 At the administration desk of the Anomaly Investigations Section. N/A Agent Williams once again requested a sick leave. He sought the aid of security officers manning the surveillance station, who complied, though he still failed in catching up with SCP-5438. Addendum 5438-3, Video Log: Video Transcription 5438/10 Date: 14/02/2018 <Begin Log> Footage shows SCP-5438 walking alone in a desolate hallway in Site-400. In its hands is a flat red box, held tight to its chest. It looks around its surroundings, careful not to make noise, before starting to lightly jog towards its location. As it does so, quick footsteps can be heard from a corner of the hallway behind SCP-5438. It curiously glances its head to look at the source of the noise, though it is still maintaining its jogging pace. The footsteps gradually get closer, as Agent Charles Williams emerges from the corner. Agt. Williams: (out of breath) Oh. (chuckles) Hey. SCP-5438 stops in its tracks, evidently dumbstruck. It accidentally drops the red box in its hand to the floor, causing it to open and scattering the chocolates previously contained within. Agt. Williams: Aw no, that's… a shame. SCP-5438 begins to panic, quickly kneeling down and frantically picking up the dropped chocolates one by one. Seeing this, Agent Williams approaches it closer. Agt. Williams: Woah, it's okay. Seriously, don't force yourself. SCP-5438 does not listen to Agent Williams, instead continuing to pick up the chocolates. Agent Williams decides to kneel down with it and proceeds to pick up a single stray piece of white chocolate with his hand. Without hesitation, he pops the chocolate piece into his mouth. Noticing this, SCP-5438 ceases what it's doing and stares at Agent Williams in surprise. Agt. Williams: What? No such thing as the five-second rule, am I right? Agent Williams grins as a light but faint chuckling sound emits from SCP-5438. It covers its mouth in embarrassment, which causes the chocolates it picked up to fall once again. It slowly stands up and seemingly brushes away dust from its body. Agent Williams does the same. SCP-5438 hugs itself, outwardly apprehensive, looking down to avoid Agent Williams' gaze. Agt. Williams: I feel like you should know you helped me. A lot, if I'm really being honest. SCP-5438 relaxes its shoulders slightly, though it is still averting itself from looking at Agent Williams. The latter offers a sincere smile. Agt. Williams: I have something for you. I think you'll like it. SCP-5438's head perks up, and it turns its head to look at Agent Williams with curiosity. Agent Williams then produces a small paper bag from his jacket, which he gladly hands to SCP-5438. Agt. Williams: It ain't much though. SCP-5438 timidly accepts the paper bag. It takes a look inside it, and a faint gasp is heard emitted from SCP-5438. From the bag, it takes out a decorated clear plastic wrapper neatly tied with a purple ribbon. The contents inside are various types of colourful sweets and candy, all of them seemingly homemade. Agt. Williams: Consider it a late, or maybe too early, White Day gift. SCP-5438 places a hand on its chest, and looks at Agent Williams thoughtfully. It then tilts its head and extends its arms for a hug, which Agent Williams willingly embraces. Both of them remain in this position for several seconds, before letting go. Agent Williams smiles from ear to ear, while another light chuckling sound is emitted from SCP-5438. SCP-5438: (faintly) Thank you. Agt. Williams: No. Thank you. <End Log> Addendum 5438-4, Update: Following the above events, SCP-5438's usual annual pattern is altered. Instead of making its way towards a location to hide the box of chocolates, it will now directly find Agent Williams to give it to him personally. Both of them will then proceed to spend the rest of the day in each other's company up until SCP-5438's time of demanifestation, which now varies. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5438" by NDHeckfire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5438. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Footnotes 1. Prolonged observation have shown that the chocolate SCP-5438 comprises of is unaffected by heat, thus unmelting. |
SCP-5439 | pending | Item #: SCP-5439 Special Containment Procedures: Medical scans on Dr. Crowler are being made and consolidated. Dr. Crowler is to be held in a standard humanoid containment cell until the research team has agreed upon further containment procedures. Description: SCP-5439 is a preliminary designation for the unknown phenomena causing the extreme congenital analgesia in Dr. Henrietta Crowler. While cognitive functions and sensations have stayed the same, Dr. Crowler has shown herself unable to perceive certain stimuli. Medical personnel confirm there are no non-anomalous biological explanations for Dr. Crowler's condition. Discovery: The issue of SCP-5439 emerged on 21/09/2021 when Dr. Crowler showed symptoms of congenital analgesia on a regular staff conference. A part of the meeting logs are attached below. [OPEN LOG] [Mr. Falkner is by the whiteboard presenting the results of a recent survey on site security. Mrs. Ramirez, Dr. Marly and Dr. Crowler are present at the table. Dr. Crowler scratches her nose.] Mr. Falkner: As you can see, fire exits are blocked almost at all exits but- Dr. Crowler: Oh god damn it. Mr. Falkner: …We are probably going to have to intervene in another conference on the five steps of site security if things are going to chang- Mrs. Ramirez: Are- are you alright Dr. Crowler? [Dr. Crowler is rubbing her palm against her nose tip.] Dr. Crowler: Yeah yeah, it just itches so bad on the inside. Mrs. Ramirez: But Dr. Crowle- Oh Jesus! [A snap is heard, which is believed to be the sound of Dr. Crowler's nasal bone. Dr. Crowler continues pressing and rubbing her nose, ignoring her co-workers protests. Her nasal bone structure cracks and is crushed completely. She sighs and wipes off some of the blood that has wetted her mouth and chin.] Dr. Crowler: Aahh… That's better. [CLOSE LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5439" by Nils Severin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5439. 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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Two security personnel are to remain present in the pavilion at all times to prevent civilian exposure. All public and personal records containing evidence regarding SCP-5440 are to be confiscated, destroyed, and/or discredited; all witnesses will be amnesticisized and released. Description SCP-5440 was a phenomenon affecting a Scarlet Bush (Hamelia patens) located in the University of Florida's botanical garden. SCP-5440 caused the bush to spontaneously combust and remain burning for approximately two and a half hours. This process did no damage to the affected bush, nor the surrounding vegetation. During the duration of SCP-5440, a disembodied voice (designated SCP-5440-1) could be heard near the bush. SCP-5440-1 spoke in fluent English and was able to engage in conversation. The process that created the SCP-5440 phenomenon is currently unknown. Discovery On 2020/04/21 at 9:45 AM GMT, SCP-5440 began and all attempts by campus staff to extinguish the fire were met with failure. At 10:00 AM, SCP-5440-1 began vocalizing the "Lord's prayer" and continued to do so repeatedly for one and a half hours. The Foundation became aware of SCP-5440 through rumors of a "talking bush", spread through UoF student's social media accounts. It was at this time that a Foundation containment team was dispatched to conceal and recover SCP-5440. Incident Report Initial containment procedures were established by Preliminary Containment Team Charlie-24 at 11:30 AM. At this time, personnel attempted to communicate with SCP-5440-1; the following is a transcript of the encounter. ❏ Interview Audio Log ❏ ❐ Interview Audio Log ❐ 2020/04/21 11:45 AM GMT Interviewer: Junior Containment Specialist Victor Redfield Interviewed: SCP-5440-1 [BEGIN LOG] Redfield: H-hello, I'd like to speak with you, if you're done with the praying. SCP-5440-1: God? I can't believe it worked! God, I must ask for your mercy, please lend my sister aid. Redfield: I'm not– My name is Victor, I'm definitely not anybody's "god". SCP-5440-1: V-Victor? I don't understand, Lord. Have you not heard my prayers? Redfield: What are you talking about? SCP-5440-1: Gran, she done tole us… She done said t'would work! I prayed at the firebush, just like she say, and you done answered… y-you must be the Lord. Redfield: Kid listen, I'm not God. I don't know what's happening here, but I know that for certain. SCP-5440-1: Please, I need help! My sister done gotten hurt, an' she ain't right. My pa, he ain't here, an' I don't rightly ken what needs doin'. Please… Victor. Redfield: I can't help if I don't know where you are. SCP-5440-1: I'm right here! Right in front of your bush, uh, you. Redfield: Kid, I'm in fron–, where is the bush? SCP-5440-1: Out back behind the house, of course. Redfield: And where is your home? SCP-5440-1 We're stayin' in Hogtown, north side of the old Arredondo Grant. Least that's what pa's always sayin'. Please I ain't got ti– Redfield: Arredondo? Is that Florida? What date is it, kid? SCP-5440-1: Why does that– Uh, fourth ah August, the year of our… uh, 1832. Redfield: Jesus. SCP-5440-1: Is he with you? He can surely save Annabelle! Redfield: No, I.. Um, listen, kid, I don't know if I can help you. You're… Uh, really far away. SCP-5440-1: Please, she's bleedin' real bad! I done tore one of ma's old sheets like I done see Doc Willems do, but I– I can't get it to stop! Redfield: What happened? SCP-5440: She fell– she fell on the garden stake. I done pull out of her leg but… the bleedin' won't stop, and pa done gone 'round to– he aint fixin' to be back for at least two nights! Redfield: Shit… Um, I can– might, be able to help you. But you have to listen to me carefully. [Redacted for Brevity: Junior Specialist Redfield explains to SCP-5440, in detail, rudimentary wound care utilizing objects found within SCP-5440-1's residence. After 35 minutes, SCP-5440-1 successfully stitches and dresses the wound.] SCP-5440-1: I can't thank you enough, Victor, you done saved Annabelle! Redfield: I don't know about that, kid, you did all the work; I just helped you along. SCP-5440-1: Never you mind that, mister. I rightly ken I'm in your debt, now. How could I ever repay you? Redfield: Well, now that you mention it. Can you tell me how you contacted me? SCP-5440-1: You don't know? I said the prayer, 'course. Jus' like Gran always said to. Redfield: Could you tell me this prayer? SCP-5440-1: I ain't seein' a reason not to, you done saved my sister. Gran done told it to me like this– [SCP-5440-1 begins speaking an unknown language1 for approximately two minutes, at which time SCP-5440 extinguishes and the anomalous phenomenon terminates.] [END LOG] Following this event, the bush affected by SCP-5440 was kept under surveillance for additional anomalous phenomena. After one week SCP-5440 was re-designated neutralized. Victor Redfield was reprimanded for improper interview protocol and placed on a one-week paid leave. Due to the nature of the incident, this disciplinary action will not be included on Victor Redfield's permanent record. Attempts to recreate SCP-5440 using the incantation provided by SCP-5440-1 have met with failure. The Thaumaturgy Division's analysis revealed no adherent thaumaturgical value to the incantation, indicating an unknown factor or prerequisite must be required. Testing has been abandoned indefinitely. Footnotes 1. Foundation etymologists established the language has its roots in Spanish, Arabic, and Latin. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5440" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5440. 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-5441 | keter | SCP-5441 - S03 E02 - "The Intern" INT. SITE-67 RECORDS DEPARTMENT - BREAK ROOM - DAY Researcher LUKE MILTON is being interviewed. Movement in the Records office can be faintly seen through the frosted glass behind him. MILTON "What is a bureaucratohazard?" Well, every time I so much as utter that word- Milton rolls up his sleeve, revealing a series of red marks just below his shoulder. MILTON (CONT'D) Yeah. Let's just cut this off here, unless you want me to hook you up with some Class-Something amnestics too. Off-camera, somebody forcefully opens the door. VOICE Where the [bleep] is my stapler, Luke? MILTON Aaand that would be my… desk-mate. (beat) Never a dull moment at Site-67. INT. THE MAIN OFFICE The camera sweeps around the office, keeping in time with the upbeat folk-rock theme song that momentarily dominates the soundscape. We see Luke Milton at his desk, logging something on his computer. DAVE POOTS, his desk-mate, is aggressively applying Wite-Out to a filing card. He gives an awkward glare into the camera when he notices it has focused on him. JANE BURTON, the receptionist, is answering a phone with one hand and playing with a Newton's Cradle with the other. In the warehouse, MANDY SINGH is rifling through a locker of mundane-looking objects. She is startled by the camera, knocking a wooden owl ornament from the shelf. Deep red blood begins to pool around it on the floor, as Mandy shoos the camera out of the room. In the office proper, Dave stands on a round stool to amend a sign: DAYS SINCE LAST BREACH — Inside his personal office, SCOTT SULLY is asleep at his desk surrounded by toys and cheap trinkets. The camera pans upwards, and comes to rest on a wall emblazoned with a large Foundation insignia. The music fades away. INT. SULLY'S OFFICE - MORNING Sully is sitting in interview position, with a soft focus on him that blurs the Foundation logo on the wall. SULLY Scott Sully. Site Director (of Records). He holds up a small plush of Monsters, Inc. protagonist James P. Sullivan. SULLY (CONT'D) Sully. Heh. Y'know, I've given myself my own esoteric classification. Object Class? World's Best Boss. (beat) Kidding. That was a joke. We take Foundation policy very seriously in this office. INT. MAIN OFFICE Dave pounds on Milton's desk. DAVE Where did you put it, Luke? MILTON Dave. It's a stapler. DAVE False. It is my personal property and if you do not disclose its location I shall be filing a report with our superiors. MILTON Wouldn't you… need a stapler for that? All those pieces of paper… Dave returns to his seat, staring Milton down. INT. BREAK ROOM - INTERVIEW POSITION MILTON Jane and I printed off an antimemetic agent and taped it to Dave's favourite stapler. What that basically means is that it could be right in front of him, and his brain just… wouldn't register it was there. (beat) What that also means is that Jane and I don't know where we put it, either. I guess we'll find out in… (checks watch) Two days. Bi-weekly general countermemetic inoculation as per company policy. INT. SULLY'S OFFICE - INTERVIEW POSITION SULLY Yes, of course I want my employees to be on their best behaviour. Big day today. Leave the shenanigans to yours truly. INT. MAIN OFFICE Sully stands near Milton's desk with a fresh-faced intern just behind him. SULLY May I have your attention please? MILTON (under breath) Nope. SULLY Some of you may have forgotten that we are welcoming a new member to our team today. This is Patrick— PATRICK Hey. SULLY Patrick is… consider him our newborn baby. For he is fresh out of a Virginia. PATRICK Um, oh-kay? I used to work for the FBI. Unusual Incidents Unit. I guess that makes me an intern, kinda… SULLY Look at him… Sully uses his fingers to perform a scissor action in front of Patrick's stomach. SULLY (CONT'D) Still got the ol' Federal umbilical cord dangling there. But that's okay. Because we — all of us — are going to help you cut it. Mandy shakes her head, and notes something down on a sheet of paper. Milton steals another glance at the camera, and gets back to logging anomalies on his screen. INT. BREAK ROOM - INTERVIEW POSITION MILTON Do I think Scott Sully is funny? Well, let's put it this way — I think Scott Sully should probably be working somewhere that's… not here. Why do they still let him work here in the first place? Heh. Of all the weird things I see on this job, all the things that just leave me begging for answers… that's probably the most mysterious question of them all. I dunno. After twelve years at Site-67 I've come to realize that things here… have a kind of rhythm. They always work themselves out. INT. SULLY'S OFFICE - INTERVIEW POSITION SULLY I see this workplace like a Babybel. There's me, in the middle - the big cheese - and everyone else is the red wax shell that binds it all together. 05 and Administration, well… they're like the snotty weird kindergartner who likes to eat the wax sometimes. But they don't dare touch that sweet cheddar itself. INT. THE BREAK ROOM Dave is tinkering with the microwave. Patrick enters the room, takes a seat, and opens his lunchbox. Dave looks at the camera, and then towards Patrick. DAVE Psst, intern? PATRICK What's up? DAVE A personal question, if you don't mind? PATRICK Hit me. DAVE At Quantico, in training, do they teach you the art of Sarkicism? PATRICK I… nope, must have been off sick that day. DAVE Pity. I can teach you a few things, if you're interested. Things about the beauty of flesh. Dave stares intently into the microwave, watching in the reflection as an expression of disgust forms on Patrick's face. DAVE (CONT'D) Kidding. It's only a Hot Pocket. INT. BREAK ROOM - INTERVIEW POSITION JANE The best prank me and Luke ever pulled on Dave? Hm, it was probably… yeah, I think it was the time we swapped his glasses out for a pair of "novelty" x-ray spectacles. Only they were functional. He spent a whole day running round convinced that everybody was turning into skeletons. He needed a week or so off work after that one. (beat) One of those things where you really had to be there. Jane twists the tips of her hair before returning her gaze to the camera. INT. SULLY'S OFFICE - INTERVIEW POSITION SULLY If there's one thing we pride ourselves on here at Site-67, it's our inclusivity and undying love for each other. We're a diverse bunch, and if you've got a problem with that then you can suck it. Take Mandy, for example. Mandy is from Cleveland. She moved all the way down here just to work for us. See what I mean? INT. THE MAIN OFFICE Mandy is running through a new batch of anomalous items with Milton, crouching at the side of his desk. MANDY Okay, but it's not just any steamroller. It fell into a giant butthole and burst out of this old guy's chest. MILTON Hm. Neutralized? MANDY Yeah, I'd say so. At the other end of the desk, Dave is looking with increasing frustration at his screen. DAVE Luke. MILTON Dave. DAVE The strange people are talking in my computer again. MILTON (glances at camera with a disturbed expression) Again? You're kidding. DAVE I do not jest, Researcher Milton. See for yourself. Dave clumsily turns his screen in Milton's direction, knocking over a stack of papers. DAVE (CONT'D) Right there. On the screen is Dave's incredibly outdated email client, with an exchange between several Foundation addresses taking up a secondary window. | TO: a_bagley, d_poots | FROM: TEN.PiCS.atap|remmah_revlis#TEN.PiCS.atap|remmah_revlis | RE: Site-67 Records Department Can you fax over a hard copy of yesterday's transcript? - the SILVERHAMMER team | TO: silver_hammer, a_bagley | FROM: TEN.PiCS.76etis|stoop_d#TEN.PiCS.76etis|stoop_d | RE: Site-67 Records Department Who are you people and why did you just send this to me? | TO: a_bagley, d_poots | FROM: TEN.PiCS.atap|remmah_revlis#TEN.PiCS.atap|remmah_revlis | RE: Site-67 Records Department Oh for crying out loud, I said not to add any of them to the recipients list. How long has he been getting these? Jane has been watching the situation with great interest. She waves Milton over to the reception desk. JANE (whispering) Just so we're on the same page here, that's you, right? MILTON Me? I thought it was you. JANE Ohmygod. Both Jane and Milton attempt to stifle their laughter. DAVE (to Mandy) … nor is this the first time. They say strange things… snarky comments on our behaviour. MANDY Are you sure that's not just Human Resources? DAVE It's not like that. It's not like that at all. It's like I'm being watched. MILTON Wait, okay, even for you this is… paranoid. I mean, Jesus. INT. BREAK ROOM - INTERVIEW POSITION DAVE Yes, I was being completely serious. You guys were in there when I showed the logs, right? You should see some of the other things they're saying. Talking about incidents so specific… it's like we're always being recorded. (beat) I, Researcher Dave Poots, am going to find out just what's going on here. I am going to find their cameras, their microphones, and expose their nefarious little game for whatever it really is. INT. SULLY'S OFFICE Sully is facing the wall in his chair, and he spins it around as Patrick enters the room. In Sully's mouth is a rolled-up sticky note, dangling from his lips like a cigarette. SULLY (mimicking an elderly man) Ahh, Mr. Mulder… Patrick sighs and tries his hardest not to acknowledge the camera. SULLY (CONT'D) Haha, X-Files. 'Cause of, like, the FBI and- PATRICK No, I… I got it. SULLY Right. So, kiddooo, how hath been thire first day, sire? PATRICK I mean… There's a lot to get used to round here. SULLY Correctamundo. Have you been down the warehouse yet? You really should, it's awesome. They have, like, this coffee machine. And if you… anything you… pfft… I typed it in and… (unintelligible) …and then when it all finished coming out, I said… "wow, just like your mother!" It was awesome. PATRICK Sounds like it. SULLY I'd take you down there, but they won't let me after that. Maybe ask Luke? Luke Milton. He's cool, and- Dave is screaming something outside the office. SULLY (CONT'D) Uh-oh. INT. BREAK ROOM - INTERVIEW POSITION PATRICK I was assigned to Site-67 after my stint with the UIU. Headhunted, I should say. Somebody at the Foundation had read my research into narrative anomalies and thought I'd fit right in… not entirely sure I see where they're coming from, but with a lucrative organisation like the Foundation you gotta take any in-roads they offer you. They wanted to "shake things up a bit" with the team down here, but I'd say Scott Sully and co. are way ahead of themselves in that department. INT. THE MAIN OFFICE Half the ceiling tiles in the room have been removed and stacked on the floor. Dave is standing on his desk, poking out the remaining tiles with the end of a broom. Sully and Patrick burst out of the Director of Records' office, bemused at the scene in front of them. SULLY Mulder and Sully at your service, what seems to be the… Ah. DAVE Cameras, Sully. We are under constant surveillance. MANDY We are not under surveillance, Dave, constant or otherwise. Take it from me as your HR liaison, this department operates with minimal oversight. Thanks to our track record— SULLY He's right. Our record when it comes to Records is impeccable. INT. SULLY'S OFFICE - INTERVIEW POSITION SULLY Where's the lie? These days I only get snide emails from 05, oh, two or three times a week? Lemme read you the one from last Thursday: "Dear Mr. Sully, From now on we shall be ignoring your frivolous requests for D-class personnel. There are only so many death row prisoners at our disposal. You have your own sanitation detail - please assign them to the tasks they were hired for." Rude. Burrito day only comes monthly, and cleaning those stalls is not a job for an innocent man. INT. THE MAIN OFFICE Dave is gesticulating wildly at the computer. Sully squints to make out the text amongst the cluttered interface. DAVE Here are the ones I saved from last week. | TO: silver_hammer, d_poots | FROM: TEN.PiCS.atap|yelgab_a#TEN.PiCS.atap|yelgab_a | RE: Site-67 Records Department Good lord, this guy makes me want to rip my hair out. Are they really so efficient we can't just, y'know… have him terminated? He crosses just about every line in the doorstopper of an HR book. | TO: a_bagley, d_poots | FROM: TEN.PiCS.atap|remmah_revlis#TEN.PiCS.atap|remmah_revlis | RE: Site-67 Records Department We've got authorization to drop in a new player. Neither party shall be aware of the nature of SCP-5441. Consider this an exercise in narrative manipulation. The selected subject, however, has a background in the field which should cover for any… complications which may have arisen from the insertion of a less "genre-savvy" participant. SULLY Come on, you think that's real? Nobody thinks I'm that much of a dick. INT. BREAK ROOM - INTERVIEW POSITION DAVE Luke and Jane are children, yes. This, however, goes way beyond the feasible realm of a workplace prank. Jane stealing my stationery? Luke joining my lunchbreak gaming session under the name "Phthonus" and making me run around all week thinking the whole office had been replaced by lookalike charlatans? That's all harmless fun. But this is sinister. Luke and Jane may well be many things, however they are not evil. INT. THE MAIN OFFICE Sully clears his throat. SULLY Attention, fellow conspiritators! Listen up. I've just had 05-something on the line, and they deeply regret to inform you that the monthly general amnestic drive has been rescheduled to this afternoon. A collective groan spreads throughout the office. SULLY (CONT'D) Yep, so if there's anything anomalous you might not have been supposed to see, now is your chance to write them down. (beat) Just make sure you don't remember who told you to do so! Dave frantically begins typing on his computer. INT. THE MAIN OFFICE - HALF AN HOUR LATER The amnestic delivery team arrives, clad in tactical gear emblazoned with the symbol of a silver pestle. Jane is checking AGENT BAGLEY in. AGENT BAGLEY Careful - it's Aaron with a second 'A'. Sully swaggers over. SULLY If it isn't the S.W.A.T. — Small Wang Amnestics Team. Wazzuuuup? MANDY 'Cause that's not immature at all, Scott. SULLY Gah, why can't you get a sense of humor? Amnesticize her out of my head, gentlemen, please… INT. BREAK ROOM - INTERVIEW POSITION AGENT BAGLEY What the f— Oh, right. I forgot you sorta get randomly whisked into these bits if you so much as set foot in this place. (beat) "Is it unethical to keep an entire department trapped against their will in an unstable narrato-bureaucratic anomaly?" Well, look at it this way: is it unethical to ruin the efficiency of our Records Department and lose track of six thousand world-threatening anomalous objects? I don't think so. Don't get me wrong, Scott Sully is an idiot of the highest order. But beneath all the childish shenanigans and potential HR [bleep]shows, this narrative scenario they've worked themselves into through the monotony of office life… things, at the end of the day, get done. INT. MAIN OFFICE The amnestics drive complete, Bagley and his team pack away their equipment. The employees of the Records Department hold cotton to their arms, stemming the needle marks from the amnestic injection. INT. BREAK ROOM - INTERVIEW POSITION DAVE Yeah, I do feel better. Though, to be honest, it's not like I can even remember what I was paranoid about. Dave glances backwards, looking through the glass into the rest of the office. DAVE (CONT'D) Who the hell took down all those ceiling tiles? INT. THE MAIN OFFICE - THE NEXT MORNING Sully walks into the office, car keys in hand. The other employees are gathered around the reception desk. SULLY Guten Morgen, meine— Aagh, what the [bleep], Dave? On the desk is a wad of Kleenex, holding what appears to be the mangled corpse of a common frog. DAVE What? I ran him over in the parking lot and must atone for my sins. SULLY Nope. Nooope. Get it out of here, Dave. We are not holding another frog funeral. Not after— DAVE Precisely. Instead, I have performed a thaumaturgic ritual using a series of Sarkic incantations— The frog croaks feebly. Its spilled innards begin to bubble, flesh starting to encase them once again. Its eyes open, and the rejuvenated amphibian suddenly leaps onto the carpet. Just about everyone screams except for Milton, who sits at his desk and rolls his eyes. SULLY Calm, everybody! Stay calm! It's just a zombie frog! The frog hops manically around the room. SULLY (CONT'D) Just a frog… Crazy Frog! Frog-nitohazard! (beat) Does anyone have a net? INT. BREAK ROOM - INTERVIEW POSITION MILTON Yep - another uneventful day here at Site-67. When all's said and done, I think we deserve to have some fun with the anomalous, y'know? Like… Other branches, they're out there in the field or in the lab. I'm a "Researcher", sure, but most of what I do all day is organize files. Not that what's in those files isn't, y'know, Earth-shatteringly fascinating— Dave bursts through the door. DAVE Luke! MILTON Mr. Poots. DAVE The crank emails. Stop them. Milton sighs and looks back into the camera. MILTON (whispering) Just another day. INT. THE MAIN OFFICE MILTON Dave. That's from yourself. It's from your own address. DAVE Perhaps there's some… other Dave Poots? In the Foundation, I mean. On the screen, Dave has an email window open. | TO: d_poots | FROM: TEN.PiCS.76etis|stoop_d#TEN.PiCS.76etis|stoop_d | RE: SILVERHAMMER SILVERHAMMER. what does it mean, dave? ID d85f614034638ab194991ab1f0bfbcbd_1734915805 PASSWORD ea79fd5c814b4cb08b16d4f339c9ce9d_1734915805 Login Logout Item #: SCP-5441 Special Containment Procedures: The file describing SCP-5441 has been contained within the digitalized teleplay for SCP-5441-43 ("Season 3 Episode 2 - The Intern"). MTF Theta-15 ("SILVERHAMMER") is to monitor the Site-67 anomaly at all times, placing the office under continuous covert surveillance and creating a new screenplay for each day's events. Should subjects within SCP-5441 become aware of its anomalous nature, MTF Theta-15 has authorization to enforce the amnesticization of all affected personnel. Minor suggestions that SCP-5441 may be anomalous are to be downplayed as paranoia or workplace pranks. Description: SCP-5441 is a narrative anomaly combining 'pataphysical elements with those of a bureaucratic hazard. First observed within the Foundation's Records Department, SCP-5441 has condensed the office ecosystem at Site-67 into a narrative structure similar to that of a "mockumentary"-style situation comedy. SCP-5441 is perceived as non-anomalous unless observed using audiovisual media, or transcribed in the form of a script or teleplay. It should be noted that in order for this to be effective, any references to the anomalous properties of SCP-5441 must make contextual sense within the narrative of a given "episode". Subjects affected by SCP-5441 are observed to jump between locations via unknown means in a manner representative of scene changes. Much of the Records Department's productive output is believed to occur during these temporal lapses. Subjects will often acknowledge or address the presence of a "camera" despite a film crew having never been observed within the premises. In most cases, however, the direct suggestion that a camera crew is present will be disregarded by subjects under the influence of SCP-5441. Despite the comedic inclinations of this narrative causing Site-67 personnel to display incompetent and/or highly unprofessional behaviour, the productive output of those affected remains exceptional. MILTON Could be, Dave. Could be. Milton steals a glance at Jane, and they both turn to the camera with confusion in their eyes. FADE TO BLACK. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5441" by ThisMightBeAuto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5441. 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-5442 | euclid | Item #: SCP-5442 Level 2/5442 Classified The Ariel Rios Federal Building, Headquarters of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives (ATF). SCP-5442-1 is partially visible to the far left. Special Containment Procedures: A division of Mobile Task Force Dalet-12 ("Arcanists, Demonologists, and Occultists") has been assigned to observe and covertly research SCP-5442-1. As there is no sub-division within the ATF that Dalet-12 can liaise with to conduct their investigation without risking Veil Integrity, several of them have been employed as night janitors at the Ariel Rios Federal Building. Attempts to breach through the terminating wall of SCP-5442-1, and interview any apparitions, are to be made between the hours of 1:00 AM and 4:00 AM. The full draft of SCP-5442-2 and the contents of SCP-5442-5 are available to any Foundation staff that have sufficient clearance. Individuals with high scores on the Euler-Melborne Memetic Hazard Resistance Test are encouraged to attempt to discern the name of the department in Section 15 of SCP-5442-2. SCP-5442-3 is contained by Congressional Whips whose loyalty has been proven by exposure to SCP-2140. These individuals are considered Level 1 personnel, and are to be used exclusively for the containment of SCP-5442-3. SCP-5442-4 is monitored by Foundation Counter-Forensic Accountants. In the event that a purchase is made that requires a physical presence (i.e. items bought from a wholesale store), the nearest available task force is to move in, detain possible witnesses, and seize any video evidence using standard cover story 391 ("Fugitive Spotted in Area"). Description: SCP-5442 is a series of phenomena and documentation connected to a non-existent division of the United States Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives (ATF). All instances of SCP-5442 either occur or are recovered in Washington, D.C. The apparent purpose of this organization, designated SCP-5442-A, was to seize and dispose of illicit anomalous pharmaceuticals and weaponry, and arrest individuals involved with the trafficking thereof. In reality, the Unusual Incidents Unit of the FBI typically handles these cases, with aid from the Drug Enforcement Administration's 'Crypto-Pharm' Division. SCP-5442-1 refers to a vacant corridor on the third floor of the Ariel Rios Federal Building1 in Washington, D.C. Plans for the building indicate the existence of several hundred square meters of office space in the area, as well as an evidence lockup for 'inert materials'. Despite this, the corridor terminates approximately 10 meters sooner than it does on all other floors of the building. Windows looking out from this area are visible from the outside of the Ariel Rios Building; no visible light has been able to penetrate this space, but infrared imaging has displayed a pair of humanoid figures within, one of whom has an internal body temperature high enough that it cannot be estimated using currently available technology. Individuals working the Ariel Rios building typically avoid SCP-5442-1, due to it being devoid of any office space. However, staff at the Ariel Rios building have reported a variety of phenomena commonly associated with 'hauntings', including: A tendency for objects of religious significance (i.e. crucifix necklaces, pocket Bibles) to become hot to the touch. Documents pertaining to the United States Government (i.e. copies of the US Constitution, the Declaration of Independence, presidential inaugural speeches) having their text edited into nonsensical wording. Individuals developing a belief that bullets are edible and consuming them is beneficial to one's health. Feelings of severe anxiety over the actions of the Trump administration regarding the US Department of Justice as a whole; these persist even following the inauguration of Joseph R. Biden in 2021. The appearance of scratches in the shape of thaumaturgical sigils; while seemingly random, several of them correspond to a Tartarean Entity known as 'The Greedy Thing Without Face or Name', known for stealing the appearance, function, and memories of the thing that the individual who summoned it loves the most, in exchange for boons. An apparition of a masculine African-American individual in their mid-to-late-50's wearing a grey suit, and an American flag pin on their right lapel. This entity speaks in English, and typically warns individuals to stay away from the immediate area for their own safety. Another apparition, of a █████████████████████████████████ that █████████████ ████ and vocalizes with █████████ wind chimes ███████ feeling of extreme avarice and speaking in tongues for up to ██ hours after exposure. Attempts to bore, dig through, or otherwise penetrate the wall where SCP-5442-1 terminates have resulted in catastrophic failure, typically due to equipment melting from extreme heat upon digging further than 4cm into the wall. Despite this, ambient temperature in this corridor, and in the corridors and offices above and below SCP-5442-1, display normal temperature readings. SCP-5442-2 is an anomalous draft of the Foundation's Reagan Plan, intended to be put into effect in early 2017. While listing several members of Foundation personnel who would conceivably be responsible for drafting the Reagan Plan for the Trump administration as authors, no records exist of a petition to draft this document, nor do any of the individuals listed recall writing it. Furthermore, prior to its discovery within a filing cabinet at the J. Edgar Hoover Building2 in October 2017, no digital records of this plan existed. The Reagan Plan is a catch-all Foundation operation, focused on shutting down and liquidating infrastructure and departments in the United States Government related to the investigation, processing and detention of anomalous individuals and phenomena, in the event that a presidential administration that lacked the ability to comprehend or responsibly use these resources came into power; two official drafts of the Reagan Plan exist3 and while a Reagan Plan for the Trump Administration was considered, it was ultimately deemed unnecessary, due to the Foundation aiding in the creation of the Department of Paranormal Affairs, a governing body for all departments, infrastructure and institutions that deal with anomalous phenomena in the United States in late 2016. SCP-5442-2 mirrors the previous two Reagan Plans, albeit with updated language and the inclusion of entities formed since the second Reagan plan; however, the entirety of Section 15, making up Pages 49-62, is affected by a memetic anomaly wherein the name of the department it pertains to (likely SCP-5442-A) cannot be perceived. A sample of the documentation has been included below, with redactions included in place of the name of SCP-5442-A. SECTION 15 Pertaining to the ██████████████████████████████████████ ("█.█.█.█") As a subset of the ATF, ████ has been an invaluable asset in the seizure of anomalous pharmaceuticals and weaponry, and the incarceration of individuals involved with their creation and trafficking. However, several of the items seized by ████, while inert, are still in storage at one of over twenty evidence holding facilities across the United States, including one in the Ariel Rios Building, where they are used as a training aid. Therefore, this stage of REAGAN-2017 will have the following steps: 1) Liquidation of Assets. High-value pieces of anomalous weaponry are to be seized and contained by the Foundation. Anomalous pharmaceuticals and alcohols are to be treated as Class-4 Biohazards for disposal, and disposed of on a case-by-case basis. 2) Assessment of Personnel. In contrast to FBI-UIU, ████ agents have a skillset that is more specialized, and a ████ agent is already largely redundant in the US Government's Infrastructure. (see Subsection 4) . While they have adequate training in interrogation techniques, above-average training in bomb disposal, and are highly fluent in legal jurisdictions across the United States, several members of personnel lack experience in the direct apprehension and handling of more dangerous anomalous entities and items. 2) (con't) Therefore, it has been found that approximately 80% of ████ personnel are not suitable for recruitment into the Foundation or allied Groups of Interest. However, being a part of the ATF, ████ is home to several highly-skilled arson investigators. Particularly of note is Agent Louis Post4 , who developed the 'Post Method' of engaging with pyrokinetic individuals.5 Therefore, it is the opinion of the authors that agents of ████ are divided into two groups: Essential and Non-Essential. 2) (con't) Non-essential personnel include individuals with experience in accounting— i.e. tracking tax fraud, tracking the movements of funds to groups who traffic firearms; individuals with experience in bomb disposal; individuals with experience in evidence cataloging; individuals with experience in para-chemistry; and individuals who are involved in the administration of this department. The last category includes Director Timothy McKnight6. Non-essential personnel are to be amnesticized and re-assigned to other agencies in the US Government. For instructions on essential personnel recruitment, see Subsection 5. 3) Lack of Legal Foundation. The dissolution of ████ has been considered in the past, even outside of previous Reagan Plan drafts. US Law is currently not set up to account for a large amount of weaponry and alcohol, both anomalous and non-anomalous; for example, a non-anomalous flamethrower is legal to own in all fifty states, with restrictions in California and Maryland, and there is currently no legal precedent for restricting the ownership of anomalous weaponry such as the so-called 'Hush Bombs' formerly used by the British Occult Service, which are available on the black market throughout the western hemisphere. SCP-5442-3 refers to the appearance of SCP-5442-A in various appropriations and budget bills that make their way through the United States Congress on an annual basis. The presence of SCP-5442-A is denoted by the same memetic anomaly found in SCP-5442-2. Every year since its apparent inception, SCP-5442-A has requested over $100 quintillion7 for an array of expenses, including: Carpet cleaning services ($120,000) Computer maintenance ($70,000,000) Keyboard maintenance ($90,000,000,000) Air conditioning units ($7,000,000) Doors ($10,000,000,000,000) 'Pope Assassination Squad' (amount redacted in the allocation request) 'Rights to the Corpse of John D. Rockefeller' ($70,000,000) 'Rights to the Corpse of Ronald Reagan' ($90) To date, Foundation assets in Congress have been successful in excising the offending legislation from budget bills; however, the author of this legislation remains unknown. SCP-5442-4 refers to a bank account found in the name of 'Timothy McKnight', the alleged director of SCP-5442-A. The credit history of this account ranges back to 2009, where it was opened at the Pentagon Federal Credit Union. No other records of a man named 'Timothy McKnight' in the Washington, D.C. Area exist. Since 2017, SCP-5442-4 has shown a very large negative amount; despite this, no attempts have been made by PenFed to close the account, or take any other actions such as charging overdraft fees. Furthermore, after January 2017, charges made to the card have little if any pattern to them. Included below is a sample of charges made to SCP-5442-4. Nov. 7 2016 > Five Guys $23.09 Nov. 8 2016 > No Kisses Bar $107.93 Nov. 9 2016 > Service Bar DC $93.21 Nov. 10 2016 > Taxi Fare $15.31 Nov. 10 2016 > Taxi Fare $13.02 Nov. 10 2016 > Taxi Fare $19.00 Nov. 11 2016 > McDonald's $6.67 ……. Dec. 8 2016 > Kay Jewelers $291.29 Dec. 9 2016 > The Four Seasons DC $110.93 Dec. 11 2016> Transfer8 $80,321.299 ……. Dec. 18 2016 > Hot-Rotic Hotline $40 Dec. 18 2016 > Lady Mileena's Psychic Helpline10 $300 Dec. 20 2016 > Sacred Circle11 $203.93 Dec. 22 2016 > Fuddruckers12 $23.12 …….. Jan. 10 2017 > Transfer > $76,842.30 The transaction on January 10th is notable for three reasons; firstly, it transferred the remainder of McKnight's funds to another account. Second, this account number does not match a valid number in any banking system accessible to the Foundation, but funds can and have successfully been transferred to it. Finally, the transfer was made the day immediately prior to when the Reagan Plan proposed in SCP-5442-2 would have gone into effect. Following this, transactions have typically been used to buy laboratory equipment, fire suppression systems, chemicals used in the production of pharmaceuticals, bananas, fertilizers, live hares, massive quantities of PDE inhibitors, and pet food. As of January 2021, the account currently sits at a balance of -$50,239,210.12. SCP-5442-5 is a Samsung Galaxy S4 Smartphone recovered from the grounds of the Ariel Rios Federal Building. No US Government encryption is present on the phone, suggesting it was for personal use rather than professional. SCP-5442-5 contains several excerpts of thaumaturgical manuscripts saved as photographs. Most of them focus on the summoning of several Tartarean entities, as well as photographs of thaumaturgical ritual setups within an unoccupied office space. SMS messages displayed on SCP-5442-5 contain a memetic anomaly similar to SCP-5442-2, rendering them unreadable; however, a two-minute long video file exists on SCP-5442-5, which may provide context as to the origin of SCP-5442 as a whole. 00:00 Phone camera is looking up at the ceiling. A large object, appearing to be a computer monitor, flies above it. A crashing sound is heard off-camera. Further crashing sounds occur for the next thirty seconds. 00:32 An African-American male in his mid 50's, with an American flag pin on his right lapel, comes into view and picks up the phone. He holds it towards what appears to be a large cluster of computers, keyboards, monitors, and desks, all floating in a cyclonic pattern in the center of a thaumaturgic circle. Several items appear to be partially melted. 00:43 The camera shakes, and the phone is heard buzzing. The man responds: "Yeah, Amy said I was married to my job." Following this, several monitors are thrown across the room. One crashes through the window; however, the camera is filled with digital static, and the window appears repaired in the frame immediately after. 01:07: Further camera shaking. The cyclonic entity attempts to approach the camera. The man responds: "We had a deal, you son of a bitch. The thing I love the most, in exchange for the rest of my guys getting through this administration intact." 01:13 A keyboard flies directly at the camera. There is a sound of bone crunching, and the phone is dropped. The man curses for several seconds, before picking up the phone with their other hand. "You really want to go back on the deal? Go ahead, do it, I got what I want! Skippers cancelled their dumbass plans, and they aren't starting them back up anytime soon!" 01:23 The phone buzzes violently. There is a sound of sizzling flesh, and a scream from the man, followed by: "Okay, look! You take the function of what you steal, right? Look at where we fucking are! The headquarters of a fucking drug agency! You have any idea how much money you could make?" 01:30: The phone stops vibrating. The cyclone stops, with all matter being suspended in midair. A ███████ █████████ ██ ██████████ within, which ████████████ Then, it ███. "Now, we… technically do alcohol and tobacco. The DEA does the actual drug stuff, but… we can manage, right? We can order stuff. You know how to use a keyboard, yeah?" The phone buzzes. "Well then how the hell are you talking to me through my phone? Whatever…" 01:45: The man, still holding his phone, walks over to a keyboard on the ground. Both Shift keys have been destroyed by the impact. He is heard sighing. "For God and Country." 01:49 The camera turns to the man's face as the video ends. In the background, a sign can be seen on the wall, partially destroyed; it reads: partm t of Anom lou Drugs and Ordinan Footnotes 1. Headquarters of the ATF 2. Headquarters of the Federal Bureau of Investigation 3. One for Ronald Reagan's re-election in 1984, due to his declining mental state; and one for George W. Bush's re-election in 2004, due to his incompetence. 4. An individual of this name was found to be working for the US Government, as an arson investigator for the FBI. 5. No record of such method exists. 6. See documentation on SCP-5442-4 7. An amount that exceeds the current Federal Deficit by a factor of over 3.2 million, and the amount of US Currency in circulation by a factor of 2.7 million. 8. The owner of the account money was transferred to was Amelia Swenson, 53, former Director of FBI-UIU's Art Crime division. They have no knowledge of any individual named Timothy McKnight. 9. Exactly half of the amount of money that was in the account at this time. 10. The call center that this service operated from burned down the day this transaction was made. There were no survivors, and a strong smell of sulfur was present for over a week following the blaze. 11. An occult bookstore in Alexandria, VA. 12. A regional burger chain with a location in Washington, D.C.; this location is notably frequented by several Foundation-USGOV Liaisons. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5442" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5442. 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: scp5442.jpg Author: Dicklyon License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia |
SCP-5443 | safe | Item #: SCP-5443 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5443 poses no known threat to the Foundation or its objective at this time. For its own safety, SCP-5443 has been granted weekly counseling meetings with the on-site therapist, and can be provided self-help books or literature as requested. SCP-5443 should not be provided with any biblical or religious texts. Arts and crafts materials are pending approval. Description: SCP-5443 is a humanoid entity with a body structure resembling a 40-year-old man, with the notable quality of having mummified skin and minor abilities to control fire. DNA testing has shown the entity's age exceeds 5,000 years, a claim that SCP-5443 has declined to confirm. SCP-5443 initially professed superior hand-to-hand combat skills, but since Interview 5443.1 has "lost motivation to practice." Discovery: SCP-5443 was contained on 6/6/2005 after appearing on the outskirts of █████, France. Foundation personnel were notified after reports of a strange individual sitting on the ground raising minor columns of anomalous fire. While being taken into Foundation custody, SCP-5443 expressed relief at having contacted Foundation personnel so effectively, continually speaking of an approaching storm and that it would guide us to safety. Interview 5443.1: Given the claims of extreme pending danger and awareness of the Foundation's existence, Site Director Li conducted an interview with SCP-5443 the same week it was contained. <Begin Log> Dr. Li: Hi, how- SCP-5443: Time is painfully short and we must prepare, I am here to help, please do not waste time. Dr. Li: Yeah, alright. We're all short on time. What do you want us to know? SCP-5443: A great evil approaches… Silence. Dr. Li: Uh, what can you tell us about this great evil? SCP-5443: When the world was young and before man knew the stars hid secrets, a mighty fiend swore hatred against all things living. Through my own efforts and the sacrifices of many, we were able to bury him beneath the earth, though he was not put to rest. For millennia he has been preparing, as have I, for the confrontation and battle to shake the heavens and settle the Earth! Rapid scribbling from Dr. Li. Dr. Li: Got it, got it, okay. Do you know when they'll turn up or where? SCP-5443: Not by myself. But I believe your organization has the means and ability to possibly, possibly avert the apocalypse. Dr. Li: Okay. What more can you tell us about this creature? SCP-5443: They have six arms, all of horrific strength, all used for horrific deeds. Each has a weapon, a sickle or a spear. And the name… I cannot speak it. I dare not. Dr. Li: Can you write it? SCP-5443: Of course! SCP-5443 writes "Choilapatai" on a piece of paper. Dr. Li: I like your handwriting. SCP-5443: I have many talents, all of which will be necessary for the inevitable confrontation to decide the fate of your people. Dr. Li: Alright, yeah, this is a problem. I'm glad you came to us. Do you mind waiting a second? I've gotta make a phone call, see if- SCP-5443: You do not understand! I have much and more to tell you about this beast. The creature will rise from the depths of the Earth, enshrined in magma and ice, laying waste to all around it! I was delayed! The hour even now may be too late! Dr. Li: Yeah I was gonna escalate… wait… rising in fire and ice, are they supposed to have a crown of diamond and coal too? SCP-5443: Yes! Yes, precisely. I am glad to see you understand the gravity of the matter. Dr. Li: To assistant: Hey, Murray, can you pull the file on, uhh… [inaudible]… SCP [inaudible] yeah that's it. Can you print a copy and bring it here? Extraneous dialogue removed. SCP-5443 continues to emphasize the danger the Earth is in and the oncoming calamity. The phrase "Let me help you" is used repeatedly. Dr. Li: Appreciate it, Murray. Hey, I think this is your guy, right? Kal… Kalapti… oh you know what it is. Yeah, we've got him contained. SCP-5443 Excuse me? Dr. Li: Yeah, we have him in a box. SCP-5443: [chortling] I assure you, this being of hell and fire cannot be contained in a box. Dr. Li: Well, it's a special box. Look, look [tapping]. Silence as SCP-5443 reviews the printout. SCP-5443: What does "euclid" mean? Dr. Li: Sorry, can you just confirm that's who you were talking about? That's his picture? I'm… I'm sorry but I had to move some stuff around to be here. SCP-5443: But… it says "Entity's given name, Choy Lapatay, was initially a severe cog… cognito hazard, but under current containment methods, speaking its name only induces a mild headache. Aspirin available on request." You clearly don't understand… Silence as SCP-5443 continues reading. SCP-5443: "Discovered on January 1st, 2000… emerged from the ground… lava and sub-zero temperatures," yeah that's definitely… "minor injuries, no casualties." Silence, except for Dr. Li's foot tapping. SCP-5443: A… Scrantron Reality Anchor? That is an ultimate sorcery from the Dark Book of Leothane, right? Dr. Li: No, it's just something that makes a box special. I'm sorry, I really gotta run, thanks for your time, Murray will answer any other questions you have. Oh, and Murray, make a note that if this one wants to see, uh, Kale in captivity, I can make that happen. Footsteps as Dr. Li leaves. Junior Researcher Pablo Murray enters. Junior Researcher Pablo Murray: You okay? SCP-5443: What? I… what? <End log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5443" by TheyCallMeTim, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5443. 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-5444 | 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 Depiction of survival sex work. 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 close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains suicide and survival sex work. ⚠️ content warning Threat Level: Blue Special Containment Procedures: Antivirus software in use by the Foundation is to be capable of identifying and blocking requests from SCP-5444. Furthermore, all information relating to SCP-5444-4 is to be backed-up through at least two network-inaccessible mediums. Instances of SCP-5444-1 are to be stored, unpowered, in an electromagnetically-shielded storage locker. Experimentation, when applicable, is to be conducted under similar conditions, and instances may not be connected to the Site-56 intranet without approval and supervision from the IT Department. Several instances of SCP-5444-2 are uncontained; Mobile Task Force Kappa-10 ("Skynet") has been tasked with locating and disabling rogue instances of SCP-5444-2. SCP-5444-3 is to be kept disassembled and stored in the High Value Containment Wing of Site-56. Description: SCP-5444 is a series of malware programmed in the Yashagorō paralanguage. Metadata analysis has returned largely inconclusive results; it is known that SCP-5444 is 1.32i GB in size at most, although metadata relating to its creation and ownership has been extensively obfuscated. The most recent iteration of SCP-5444 was last modified on January 9th, 2018 at 16:15 EST. Three variations of SCP-5444 are known to exist, each of which is associated with a specific hardware environment. SCP-5444-1 are a series of miniature computers of custom make, upon which SCP-5444 has been installed as firmware. All run a bare-metal hypervisor in order to simulate a variety of operating systems, while allowing SCP-5444 to run several iterations at once. A high-end web camera has been installed into the chassis of a single instance, designated SCP-5444-1-Prime. SCP-5444-2 is a hypervisor-level rootkit, commonly installed across insecure network connections by SCP-5444-1. Instances otherwise function identically to SCP-5444-1. SCP-5444-3 is a humanoid automaton with an artificial intelligence governed by SCP-5444. Unlike -1 and -2, SCP-5444-3 cannot directly interface with a network, and must employ HIDs1 to perform its intended functions. SCP-5444-3 was powered by an esoteric engine drawing from SCP-████. When connected to either a database or computer network, SCP-5444 functions as an effectively sapient user. SCP-5444's primary activities are initially limited to accessing and analyzing as much data as possible; upon the confirmation of data referenced in SCP-5444-4, SCP-5444 will attempt to remove such data through any means necessary. All variations of SCP-5444 reference SCP-5444-4 through a series of anomalous pointer variables2. SCP-5444-4 is a file stored on SCP-5444-1-Prime with a .rysh extension, serving as the primary method of setting SCP-5444's censorship parameters. Modification of SCP-5444-4 first requires the user to undergo a three-factor authentication process to confirm they are PoI-9522-D. PoI-9522-D was Sara Miriam Yarkoni, a 29-year-old Iranian-American freelance programmer with connections to GoI-1285 ("The King of Hearts Collective")3. According to data recovered from SCP-5444-1-Prime, PoI-9522-D was the sole programmer of SCP-5444-1. At present, SCP-5444-4 directs SCP-5444 to erase all evidence of PoI-9522-D's existence. HISTORY SCP-5444's existence was brought to the attention of the Foundation on January 10th, 2018, following a string of attacks targeting several individuals of various backgrounds. Although coordinated in such a manner as to suggest a botnet, several attacks displayed unusual complexity. Attacks included, but were not limited to: Mass DMCA claims against videos featuring PoI-9522-D and her music. Extensive vandalism to several online wikis. Specific behavior intended to exploit streaming algorithms in order to sabotage PoI-9522-D's music's chances of discovery. Blackmail intended to coerce the recipient into deleting files depicting PoI-9522-D from their devices. Shortly thereafter, Senior Researcher Yehezkel Yarkoni received an email, purportedly from his daughter Sara. Attached was a PDF, ostensibly a handwritten letter, infected with an SCP-5444-2 installer.4 Following its installation, SCP-5444-2-1 launched a series of attacks directed at personnel assigned to the GoI-1285 project, as well as Researcher Yarkoni and his wife, Dr. Rivka Yarkoni. Mobile Task Force Kappa-10 ("Skynet") was directed to identify, combat, and isolate the threat. SCP-5444-2-1 was subsequently isolated and neutralized by MTF-κ10 after two hours and fourteen minutes. Researcher Yarkoni was reprimanded for his carelessness and reassigned to Area-56 duty. DOCUMENT 5444-A In accordance with the 1966 SoHo Accord, the Foundation required a warrant to raid the residences of PoI-9522-D, on account of her fiance's registration as a Frequent Resident of BackDoor SoHo. Furthermore, action on part of the Foundation was limited to assisting attendant Unusual Incidents Unit operatives. [DATA LOST] Following the acquisition of SCP-5444-3 and all four instances of SCP-5444-1, each of their drives were isolated and imaged, as standard for computer anomalies. According to imaging software, all files pertaining to PoI-9522-D had been deleted at 16:15:54 EST on 10/01/2018, 24 hours after the last modification to SCP-5444-4; as no action had been taken to wipe the associated data, files were successfully restored with minimal effort. Of interest to the Foundation were several video files recorded on SCP-5444-1-Prime, in which PoI-9522-D discusses the function and background of SCP-5444, as well as updates as appropriate. The last of such videos was recorded at 16:17 EST on 09/01/2018, 19 minutes prior to her estimated time of death. Excerpted video logs have been provided below. The original files, as well as full transcripts, may be accessed with permission from RAISA; personnel are to be advised of their sexually explicit nature. ▷ Excerpt of bonus.wmv, recorded 30/12/2010 Access Granted bonus.wmv Date: 30/12/2010 Length 0:28:19 [BEGIN LOG 2.1] PoI-9522-D: Heya! Thanks for buying my content, ya little devil! PoI-9522-D blows a kiss to the camera, then winks. PoI-9522-D: If you're wondering why this came with your purchase, think of this like, well, a EULA. Obviously this is gonna be sexier than reading an EULA, but it still concerns a lot of technical and legal bullshit, and I know not all of you are here for my coding stuff. Bear with me, I'm gonna try making this the easiest EULA possible. Turning around, PoI-9522-D makes a show of walking to an office chair in the middle of the room, then settling into it with a relaxed position perpendicular to the backrest. PoI-9522-D: So, you're the proud owner of one of my videos, albums, et cetera. That entitles you to several legal rights. First of all, you are entitled to watch it. You are more than welcome to watch it. PoI-9522-D chuckles, winks, and begins to slowly unbutton her jacket. PoI-9522-D: Secondly, you're entitled to download it to any device you own. Do with that whatever the hell you wish, dear. So, what can't you do? PoI-9522-D: Well, you can't upload it anywhere else. Much as I love showing myself off, a girl's gotta keep work-work and play-work separate. Coming off of that, you can't bring the real me into BabylonShedim's5 domain, and trust me, I'll know. Third, and this is one goes out to "pink fly", you cannot show any of this to anyone who doesn't need to know. Again, darling, I'll know. PoI-9522-D: So, let me be one hundred percent transparent: those files are a bit of an experiment. They're a bit smarter than your typical file, so in addition to carrying the image of me fucking myself raw, they're a bit shy when it comes to distribution. So, how does this all work? Unfastening the last button, PoI-9522-D pauses, then smirks. PoI-9522-D: Let's peel back the veil a little. [END LOG 2.1] Note: Video appears to be a collaboration with PoI-CBGC103 ("K4m3ra"), a webcam model and practicing Maxwellist. ▷ Excerpt of babshed_k4m3rabonus.wmv, recorded 12/04/2012 Access Granted babshed_k4m3rabonus.wmv Date: 12/04/2012 Length 1:01:32 [BEGIN LOG 9.4] PoI-CBGC103's ventral circuitry is presently exposed as PoI-9522-D performs a ritualized maintenance upon it. During this time, PoI-CBGC103 attempts to recite what appears to be an early version of a README found on SCP-5444-1-Prime, with a noticeable stutter. PoI-CBGC103: Installation is legal under the… the PENTAGRAM6-Disney accord, so long as operation doesn't fuck, doesn't extend beyond image and IP enforcement. All code produced in the making of Panoptican't… PoI-CBGC103 trails off, prompting PoI-9522-D to look up from her work. PoI-9522-D: Something up? PoI-CBGC103: Not exact… well, one, you have the fingers of an Aeon. But mostly, I'm just… impressed is adjacent to the word I want. PoI-9522-D chuckles softly. PoI-9522-D: Pleasure's all mine. Wait til we get past the- PoI-CBGC103: Oh, not that. Just, all the effort that went into… this. All the work that had to have gone into the programming, or the licensing, or even the documentation. I've known witnesses to the Signal who could learn from your example. PoI-9522-D: Oh. Yeah, this shit's been a hobby my whole life. Glad you like me for my brains, cutie. PoI-CBGC103: A hobby? You could be the woman the next Bill Gates backstabs. PoI-9522-D remains silent for several seconds. Her shoulders slouch. Finally, after fifteen seconds, PoI-9522-D leans down to kiss PoI-CBGC103. PoI-9522-D: That's enough boring our fans. PoI-9522-D resumes the ritualized maintenance. [END LOG 9.4] Note: Video appears to have been recorded during a livestream. ▷ Excerpt of 03302013live.wmv, recorded 30/03/2013 Access Granted 03302013live.wmv Date: 30/03/2013 Length 2:38:13 [BEGIN LOG 12.2] PoI-9522-D, dressed in a "sexy teacher" outfit, gives a lecture to her digital audience in apparent earnest regarding updates to SCP-5444, complete with a dry-erase whiteboard. At this point in the recording, the board's surface is covered in an array of diagrams, equations, and citations relating to licensing laws. PoI-9522-D: So while the resources of a host machine are employed, it's only in service of what, by definition, they are legally required to do. Moreover, file size is measured by an imaginary number, so technically- PoI-9522-D is interrupted by an unrecorded noise. PoI-9522-D: Yep, that's the tip goal. Putting down a dry-erase marker, PoI-9522-D returns to SCP-5444-1-Prime. PoI-9522-D: Okay, just a quick check-up before I get to my blouse. Looks like… looks like stockings and hair-up are winning the bid war. I gotta do this more often, if it pays this many bills. As for questions… PoI-9522-D is silent for several seconds. PoI-9522-D: Right, so, question one, thank you BlackHanbok: "How do you find the time for music, cam work, and programming?" Short answer: when I go to Sheol, I'm gonna strangle the person who came up with the phrase "gig economy", and Hashem will forgive me for it. Second, from Hung-er, very clever: "When will BookBurn't come out?" When it's done. And finally… PoI-9522-D trails off, before putting her face in her hands. After several seconds, PoI-9522-D looks back up at the camera. PoI-9522-D: Look, it's… I don't have a past I can point to. I have five years of my life I can point to where I'm doing what I'm doing now, more or less, shit I'm doing to keep myself off the streets and out of the psych ward. And you know, maybe there's something I can sift through, a GitHub or every barely-legal website I coded half-naked in my room. But I'm also a college… dropout with too much baggage. So that's why. PoI-9522-D pauses. PoI-9522-D: I'm sorry. Back to the show. [END LOG 12.2] Note: Video appears to have been recorded by accident. ▷ Excerpt of new1.wmv, recorded 24/08/2014 Access Granted new1.wmv Date: 24/08/2014 Length 4:59:59 [BEGIN LOG 16.1] Video opens with PoI-9522-D presenting SCP-5444-1-Prime to Ms. Isabella Kawajiri, PoI-9522-D's fiance at the time of her death.7 PoI-9522-D: Yeah, you know, I thought it'd be appropriate. I thought, "hey, maybe I should record the announcement on the thing" and the rest is history. Kawajiri: Credit to Veronica, the picture quality is quite good… I mean, sorry. That sounds frustrating. PoI-9522-D: It's cool, babe, it's cool. PoI-9522-D turns back to her bed, retrieving the bong on her counter. Kawajiri: It doesn't feel… again, sorry. (Kawajiri sighs) I'll admit that aside from… from the Self-Titled Interview, all of this is rather new to me. Still, if it's causing this much trouble, why not stick it in a garage? PoI-9522-D lights the bowl and inhales as Kawajiri sits next to her. The two share a brief kiss, after which Kawajiri exhales a cloud of smoke. PoI-9522-D: See, aside from the camera, I like Panoptican't. You know how many bots I had putting my stuff on Pornhub? That was before I breached the Veil. I can't have my face on some, you know, some freak's browser history, two hours after a job interview. And you know, this way I'm actually getting money… christ, this was what they meant by "selling out", huh? Kawajiri: Pride shouldn't come before your well-being. PoI-9522-D: At this point it's kinda hard to tell which is which. PoI-9522-D passes the bong to Kawajiri, who inhales. PoI-9522-D: … I don't know who I am. I don't know if I ever did. The two share a slightly longer kiss, after which PoI-9522-D exhales a cloud of smoke. Kawajiri takes PoI-9522-D's right hand and squeezes gently. Kawajiri: I'm sorry, Sara. Identity is never a fun sparring partner. (Kawajiri hugs PoI-9522-D) But if this is causing you so much stress, it's my duty as your girlfriend to do everything I can to offset. (Kawajiri playfully taps PoI-9522-D's nose) So there. PoI-9522-D: You're a dork. Kawajiri: I'm your dork, darling. [END LOG 16.1] ▷ Excerpt of curtaincall.wmv, recorded 16/04/2015 Access Granted curtaincall.wmv Date: 16/04/2015 Length 0:22:38 [BEGIN LOG 18.1] Video begins with PoI-9522-D in casual wear, in a different room than her previous videos. PoI-9522-D: Heya! If you're wondering why you got this video, I updated the licensing stuff for probably the final time. So, yeah! This video isn't going to be particularly exciting, and most of the important stuff's on my profile, so if you're not looking for a design doc vlog, feel free to skip this one. PoI-9522-D: So, good news and bad news for my long-time fans. Bad news is, I'm sure you already heard, I'm retiring from cam work. Between moving in with my gf and the job I'm starting, I've kinda reached a point where I don't have the time or, really, need to cam anymore. It was fun while it lasted, sure, but a girl's gotta move on. So, what's the good news? PoI-9522-D: Well, for starters, all my stuff's on sale for the next month, including a whole-ass bundle of everything I've put out, including the JGT Dev streams and the much requested Self-Titled Interview. Second, I'm still gonna do the occasional dev stream, assuming I've got the time. Thiiiiiiird… PoI-9522-D grins. PoI-9522-D: Just wait til I get to all the cool shit Panoptican't does now. [END LOG 18.1] Note: Video appears to have been recorded during a livestream. ▷ Excerpt of 12142016live.wmv, recorded 14/12/2016 Access Granted 12142016live.wmv Date: 14/12/2016 Length 3:01:18 [BEGIN LOG 19.1] Video opens with PoI-9522-D sitting in an office chair with a downcast expression. PoI-9522-D does not move over the course of three minutes and twenty-eight seconds, although she does occasionally glance at the camera. At 3:28, PoI-9522-D sighs. PoI-9522-D: I'm sorry. Just trying to get back in the swing of… of this. PoI-9522-D remains silent for eight more seconds, before smiling and looking back to the camera. PoI-9522-D: Hey, glad to see y'all again. Been a while. I know I said I'd be retiring, but… PoI-9522-D trails off, remaining silent for ten more seconds. PoI-9522-D: Eh, it doesn't matter. Just mind the tip goals and enjoy the show. [END LOG 19.1] ▷ Excerpt of new3.wmv, recorded 25/11/2017 Access Granted new3.wmv Date: 25/11/2017 Length 4:59:59 [BEGIN LOG 24.3] PoI-9522-D engages in sexual intercourse with SCP-5444-3. Two and a half minutes pass before PoI-9522-D abruptly stops. PoI-9522-D: [indistinct], anyway? Oh bother. PoI-9522-D climbs off of SCP-5444-3, remaining silent for several seconds. PoI-9522-D: … I don't even know. You're not actually speaking, I didn't program that. I don't even know why I programmed you, and I hope I never realize why. And I wish I was crazy enough that I could be experiencing delusions, rather than crystal-clear, unambiguous being. That this isn't just me trying to rationalize a decade of bad decisions. I'm not sure this is helping. PoI-9522-D looks up at the camera. PoI-9522-D: Are you enjoying the show? It's not real. None of it's real, not me or the bot or any kiss I've blown in the past year. I don't need or want a fucking robot. I don't know what I want. PoI-9522-D pauses, wiping something from her eye. PoI-9522-D: I'm tired. Sorry. Pushing SCP-5444-3 out of her bed, PoI-9522-D curls into a fetal position and does not move for the remainder of the video. [END LOG 24.3] ▷ Excerpt of away.wmv, recorded 09/01/2018 Access Granted away.wmv Date: 09/01/2018 Length 0:03:01 [BEGIN LOG 25] Footage opens with PoI-9522-D staring at the camera. PoI-9522-D opens her mouth to speak, only to begin sobbing. Over the course of three minutes, PoI-9522-D's sobs grow in intensity, until she's laying her head face down into the desk. A wire can be seen hanging from the light fixture behind her. At the end of the video, PoI-9522-D looks up at the camera, mouths something indistinct, and ends the recording. [END LOG 25] Footnotes 1. Human Interface Devices. 2. One of the technical advantages of the Yashagorō paralanguage over nonanomalous languages is the ability to reference variables stored and defined on remote/isolated machines. 3. An independent record label managed by a collective of anartists. 4. The resulting SCP-5444-2 instance has been designated SCP-5444-2-1. 5. PoI-9552-D's account on the iicameras.drk streaming service. 6. The occult branch of the Department of Defense. 7. As of 01/02/2018, the whereabouts of Ms. Kawajiri are unknown. |
SCP-5445 | keter | Threat Level: Yellow Special Containment Procedures: Restaurants in the Middle East/North Africa (MENA) region are to be regularly checked for the presence of SCP-5445, with particular attention paid to restaurants within 10 kilometers of known infected. Infected restaurants are to be closed under the pretense of health code violation. At the behest of the Egyptian and Libyan governments, restaurants may be reopened after the incorporation of powerful antibiotic recipes into the menus, followed by careful observation. Following closure, restaurant accounts are to be examined for SCP-5445-1 sales. Individuals found to have ordered SCP-5445-1 are to be located and detained by Mobile Task Force Lambda-14 ("Manhunters"), and transferred to the on-site restaurant of Site-98. Subjects are to be coerced into ordering the two-course antibiotic prix fixe by any means necessary, after which they are to be administered Class-A Amnestics and released. A single culture of SCP-5445 is kept for study in the Cafe Scolex, a Foundation front restaurant located in a secure containment cell of Antarctic Research Area-1483. Description: SCP-5445 is a bacterial infection transmissible between humans and restaurants. Within humans, SCP-5445 is entirely asymptomatic. Restaurants infected by SCP-5445 experience an incubation period of approximately two weeks, after which initial symptoms manifest. Early-stage infected are marked by a sudden increase in sanitation and subjective food quality, as well as decreases in menu prices and wait times. As such, infected restaurants typically experience an increase in business traffic. Following a period of one to three weeks, SCP-5445-1 will be incorporated into the menu without warning. SCP-5445-1 is the primary vector of SCP-5445, growing in tight clusters within designated food storage areas. SCP-5445-1 appears as an entree, consisting of a human skull soaked in blood1. Infected menus largely describe SCP-5445-1 as a "fair trade delicacy", consumption of which offers a variety of somatic and psychological benefits. Restaurant staff universally consider SCP-5445-1 to be a natural addition to the menu, albeit "adventurous". Restaurant-to-human transmission of SCP-5445 occurs through the consumption of SCP-5445-1, while human-to-restaurant transmission occurs through monetary exchange. While antibiotic treatment has been found to be 99% effective in eliminating SCP-5445, treatment must occur within the context of restaurant food. As of 31/07/1998, ███ restaurants and ███ humans are known to have been infected with SCP-5445. The process by which a bacterial agent can infect social constructs (such as restaurants) is poorly understood; research is ongoing, under the supervision of Dr. Guy Echo. SCP-5445-1 possesses no known compulsive property. Footnotes 1. Genetic testing has determined the blood to be human, mixed with trace amounts of [REDACTED] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5445" by UraniumEmpire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5445. 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-5446 | safe | SCP-5446: Shock Troops Author: aismallard Thanks to: stormbreath Modulum Woedenaz ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5446 Level4 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: danger link to memo Undersea Area-58 (red) and the current area of hostilities (orange). Special Containment Procedures: The temple that SCP-5446 was discovered in has been converted into Undersea Area-58. The object itself is contained in a secure item vault, and is only to be utilized by trained medical personnel located on-site. All individuals recruited for Area-58 management or SCP-39321 recontainment efforts must consent to SCP-5446 application. Prior to this, they are to be supplied with scuba gear so they are able to navigate the facility without drowning. Area-58 Director Gabriel Himes. Description: SCP-5446 is a metallic amulet, believed to have been produced around six thousand years ago. When applied to a human subject submerged in salt water, the anomaly converts them into an SCP-5446-Δ instance. These are sapient, telepathic jellyfish, superficially similar to the lion's mane jellyfish (Cyanea capillata), with tentacles ranging from 24 to 31 meters in length. Individuals transformed this way retain their intelligence and memories, and are able to make use of electric thaumaturgy for combat, communication, and interfacing with Area-58's computer systems. Originally SCP-5446 was held in a Site-19 locker before being requisitioned to produce sea-based security personnel who would be capable of directly attacking SCP-3932-Δ instances. Previous efforts involving specialized diving equipment proved too expensive and cumbersome, as SCP-3932-Δ instances would easily outmaneuver personnel or sabotage their oxygen tanks. Addendum 5446-1: Deployment History Date Operational Update Results 2018/03/01 Three volunteers become SCP-5446-Δ instances and trial electricity-based combat. Personnel are able to fend off SCP-3932 instances in containment. 2018/03/17 Protocol for SCP-5446 transformation ratified by the O5 Council. N/A 2018/04/09 First squadron of SCP-5446-Δ instances deployed in the Solomon Sea. Large amount of territory reclaimed from the The Great Barrier Reef Empire-In-Exile. 2018/09/15 Trials of SCP-5446-Δ combat augments begins. Mostly successful, some issues with electric arc redirection. 2018/12/03 Foundation Navy leads a joint attack from Port Moresby, Papua New Guinea, utilizing experimental sonar technology. A large number of SCP-3932-Δ are contained or terminated. 2019/03/19 Staffing and funding of Area-58 increased significantly. Several decisive victories follow. The Dolphin's Posadist Republic of Indonesia begins limiting military activity near Australia. 2019/07/08 Mark IV underseas surveillance equipment is developed. Hostile SCP-3932-Δ activity has diminished. Foundation priorities shift towards information control. 2019/11/04 A regular SCP-5446-Δ patrol returns with significant casualties, reporting that the dolphins are utilizing thaumaturgic runes which limit the effectiveness of electric attacks. Investigation into possible countermeasures begins. 2020/02/27 Active recruitment and training of SCP-5446-Δ personnel resumes. Foundation forces have begun to lose ground. SCP-3932-Δ instances are reported as being equipped with suits capable of thaumaturgic deflection. 2020/07/10 Six months has passed without a major Foundation victory. Morale has fallen significantly. SCP-3932-Δ appear to possess advanced undersea paraweaponry. 2020/09/21 The Foundation Navy, in conjunction with the US Navy and Royal Australian Navy, are tasked with leading any new military containment operations involving SCP-3932. Fighting enters a lull where controlled territory does not significantly change. 2020/10/18 A surprise attack by SCP-3932-Δ instances is launched on Site-██, though is successfully fended off. How dolphin forces discovered the location of the site is under investigation. Witness testimony suggests a large number of unidentified jellyfish were present at the scene. Addendum 5446-2: Containment Update On 2021/01/02 around 03:15 AM local time, an insurgent cell of Area-58 personnel staged an attack on the facility. Utilizing their anomalous capabilities, they debilitated loyal personnel via psychic assault, and unsealed Area-58's primary entrance to the open sea. A large number of hostile SCP-3932-Δ and SCP-5446-Δ instances then swarmed the facility. The dolphin combatants deployed previously-unseen paraweaponry capable of shrinking personnel, permitting them to be consumed.2 The operatives then opened SCP-5446's containment chamber and breached the anomaly. To date, it has not yet been recovered. All Foundation facilities have been informed to be on alert for attacks by Chaos Insurgency agents who are telepathic jellyfish. Footnotes 1. A memetic anomaly which bestows sapience upon dolphins who hear it. SCP-3932-Δ instances have organized into three nation-states, all of which are at war with the Foundation. For more information, see its full SCP file. 2. Notably, in the wild, small jellyfish are consumed alongside fish, squid, and shrimp as part of a dolphin's diet. More From This Author More From This Author aismallard's Works SCPs SCP-5510 • SCP-1294-J • SCP-5900 • SCP-8998 • SCP-3597 • SCP-4339 • SCP-4447 • SCP-5134 • SCP-4781 • SCP-4322 • SCP-6115 • SCP-5502 • SCP-7558 • SCP-5871 • SCP-4853 • Tales/GoI Formats Stealing Something Else • Continuous Integration • The Heart of the Beast • The Pumpkin Mystery • Other aismallard's personnel file • Meet The Staff • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5446" by aismallard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5446. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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Special Containment Procedures All known instances of SCP-5447, referred to as SCP-5447-1 through -4, are currently contained at Site-73 in a standard 3 m x 3 m containment chamber, stored inside the safe that the instances were originally recovered in, designated SCP-5447-A. Two research personnel are assigned to simultaneously monitor SCP-5447-1 through -4 via two separate security camera feeds. Each monitoring researcher is to work no more than an 8 hour consecutive shift, and the shifts must be staggered to ensure that the chamber is constantly under the supervision of at least one researcher. Access Archived Containment Procedures Close All known instances of SCP-5447, referred to as SCP-5447-1 through -7, are currently contained at Site-73 in a standard 3 m x 3 m containment chamber, stored inside the safe that the instances were originally recovered in, designated SCP-5447-A. SCP-5447-A is to be opened on a biweekly basis by unassigned Junior Research Personnel, and any changes to instances of SCP-5447 are to be recorded. Changes that differ from the following should be reported to Site Command: Change in size greater than 5 cm. Change in color. Change in position/orientation. Change in temperature greater than 3 °C. Emission of music below 40 dB. Description SCP-5447-1 through -4 refers to four anomalous members of the species Xipholena punicea1. The instances were previously assumed to be small wooden statues depicting members of the species. Due to Near-Breach Incident-5447 on 16/04/1999, it is theorized that their creator, Sabrina Gonçalves (hereafter designated PoI-5447) thaumaturgically infused them with EVE2. Regular monitoring forces the instances to remain in an inert state, during which time they are functionally indistinguishable from wooden statues. Each instance stands at approximately 27cm, including a wooden rod support and varnished base. Access Archived Description Close Description: SCP-5447-1 through -7 is the designation for seven wooden statues resembling birds of the species Xipholena punicea, carved out of wood of the Copernicia prunifera3 by former Brazilian citizen Sabrina Gonçalves, hereafter designated PoI-5447. Each statue stands at approximately 27cm, including a wooden rod support and varnished base. Thaumaturgic symbols are carved on the underside of the base of each statue. Discovery SCP-5447 was discovered in Iracema, Roraima, Brazil, after Sabrina Gonçalves4 was reported missing on 02/09/1998. Brazilian Federal Police discovered an Onity brand safe in PoI-5447's abandoned homestead just outside the city limits. Foundation agents embedded in the BFP were alerted to SCP-5447's anomalous nature when the safe began to move of its own accord, and birdsong was heard from inside, steadily increasing in volume. Foundation assets seized the safe and, upon opening it, discovered seven small wooden bird statues. In addition, there were eight individual pieces of paper containing thaumaturgical symbols and writing in Brazilian Portuguese5. As the instances had ceased activity, the safe was re-sealed and brought to Site-73 for study. During transportation, Foundation personnel again noticed the safe exhibiting anomalous behaviors, opened the safe, and noticed one of the instances' wings moving. Initial containment procedures were developed under the assumption that sporadic monitoring was enough to keep the instances inert. See Near-Breach Incident-5447 Report for a record of the events that led to the updating of containment procedures. Near-Breach Incident-5447 Report - 17/04/1999 Junior Researchers Karliah Germaine and Ilya Petrovich were on assignment to open SCP-5447-A for its biweekly check by no later than 07:00. However, the two of them were distracted by one another to the point that they were at least 20 minutes behind schedule. Before they could reach the containment cell holding SCP-5447-A, the safe's door had been forced open and all seven instances had become active. The containment cell's door was also forced open when SCP-5447-3 collided with it at a high speed, an impact which would have been fatal to almost any non-anomalous bird. MTF Lambda-4 "Birdwatchers" was called in to attempt to re-contain the instances. The thaumaturgic energy had imbued the instances with unnatural strength, speed, endurance, and resistance to small arms fire. Three instances were terminated during the event: -3 flew into a ventilation duct and was terminated via automated security systems, -5 was able to breach the cell of SCP-1520 and was terminated to ensure the latter's safety, and -6 self-terminated by retrieving a grenade from Lambda-4-Gamma's belt and detonating it in the hallway. Thaumaturgically reinforced nets were used to contain the four remaining instances, and after a period of observation, they returned to their inert state. SCP-5447-7 was reclassified as -3. Junior Researchers Germaine and Petrovich were amnesticized and are pending reassignment. Addendum: Recovered Documents The following is a series of notes which appear to detail PoI-5447's thought process during the creation of SCP-5447. They have been translated into English from their original Brazilian Portuguese. Although they are not dated, context suggests that notes two through seven were written close together, with note one being written substantially earlier. Note 1 I had had enough. I tried so hard to get my art into the world, but nobody was interested. I slaved for hours on pieces sold to tourists for prices that would be insulting to any established sculptor in the world. I was so close to giving up. Until today. A man approached me at the market this morning, and offered triple what I was asking for a small wooden frog I made last week. He said he could feel the passion in my art, and that he wanted to help me. In addition to the money, he offered me a book. He said it would allow me to create sculptures that were totally unique, special, more valuable than Michelangelo's David. I asked him how I could use a book covered in nonsense to make my art more valuable. He laughed and told me to study it, and I'd understand. Even though I cannot read the words, I feel…something within this book. Note 2 It has been months of study and frustration, but I think I have finally realized what the strange man from the market that day was talking about. I have carved a beautiful red bird, a cotinga. It will be the first of my real works. Into this one, I pour my passion, my drive to create. This will be the first true work of art I create. Note 3 The second. Another bird. The book has mentioned that uniformity will increase their power. This one was far more difficult. I had to force myself to feel all of the pain I have felt over years of hard work and disappointment. My longing. My striving. The life I left to pursue my craft. The people that I left. Note 4 The third came much easier than the first two. Either I am getting more accustomed to this language - this power - or this emotion was so at the forefront of my mind that it barely needed any help to work itself into the bird. Soon enough, the recognition I crave - no, I deserve - will be mine. Note 5 Four. I cut myself while carving today, something I have not done for many years. There is no paint. I have soaked it in my own life, my very essence. My anger, my fear, my very soul, I have given to this bird. I hope that it will bring it to light. Note 6 The fifth. More cuts today. These ones were on purpose. I was reckless; angry. I was not carving the wood, I was attacking it. I poured all of my rage and fear into it. The way the red paint mixed with the blood felt….right, somehow. Note 7 I am so close to completing my work. My true work. Into this one has gone everything I love about my work. The feel of the grain, the pain of splinters, the satisfaction of seeing my work come to life. They will love my art. They will love me. Note 8 Seven. The final piece. The keystone. Without this, all of the other work will be for nothing. These symbols have taken something from me as I carved them. A weakness has taken hold of me; my hands will not stop shaking. I hope that these seven little birds will become what I need them to be. Note from Dr. Carlson: We have studied the three inscriptions on each sculpture and have matched them to the above notes accordingly: SCP-5447-1: Talent, Art, Creation SCP-5447-2: Lonely, Wanting, Longing SCP-5447-3: Appreciation (Repeated three times) SCP-5447-4: Life, Power, Passion SCP-5447-5: Frenzy, Fury, Destruction SCP-5447-6: Love, Adore, Attention SCP-5447-7: Finality, Sacrifice, [UNTRANSLATED] Footnotes 1. Commonly known as the Pompadour cotinga. 2. See Transcript of a lecture on Aetheric Energy and Aspect Radiation. 3. Commonly known as the carnaúba palm or carnaubeira palm. 4. PoI-5447 5. See Addendum. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5447" by Doctor Fullham, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5447. 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-5448 | euclid | From Bottomless Canyons To Palaces In The Sky Park Entrance. Ever since its opening, The "Existential Maw of Despair" National Park has offered all visitors some sort of departure from the doldrums that is day-to-day life. The perfect vacation location for people who just want to see something different. The Maw is a physical tear in the space-time continuum. What lies beyond spits in the face of the universe's rules. The more stable regions are home to some of the most unique vistas that mankind can fathom, whereas other areas can't maintain a consistent form for even five minutes! Every time you visit the Maw, your experience is guaranteed to be unique and life changing. You can explore the Maw any way you like! With options including: A tour with one of our certified extranormal trekking guides A resort experience at the Symphony Falls Base Camp Going in solo, just like the Originals did In fact, the Maw has a long tradition of exploration and discovery! Adventurous types may feel encouraged to travel outside the park grounds. Our museum is full of images and first hand accounts of explorers who have progressed our understanding of the Maw. Even now, there's much about the Maw that has not yet been seen by mankind! Update: After recent incidents involving the disappearance of visitors, exploration of the area beyond the Gamma-4 Quadrant has been prohibited. We apologize for the inconvenience. Park History Before the Maw was opened to the public, it was heavily guarded by the SCP Foundation. Most of the park's history remains a mystery, hidden on secure servers in the Sol System's Asteroid Belt. However, as part of the Geiner-Helms Transparency Act, the SCP Foundation was forced to declassify a number of its documents, including a few files on the park! Between these documents, as well as interviews with former employees, our historians have made strides in piecing together the past of this magnificent anomaly since its introduction to us with the few following words: Item #: SCP-5448 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation blockades are to prohibit access to SCP-5448. Description: SCP-5448 is a temporal-spatial anomaly granting access to a pocket dimension that does not adhere to any consistent physical laws. The most well known interactions mankind has had with the Maw, comes from the first exploratory mission. This was a four person mission sent by the SCP Foundation to explore and learn as much as they could about the interior of the Maw. The team consisted of: Eric Michaels: A decorated Foundation officer who originally lead a unit dealing with urban anomalies, but after years off planet, he became an expert in extranormal spaces and unstable reality exploration. Vivian DuShawn: Another veteran of the Foundation, with over a hundred years of exploration of esoteric spaces. Xingyu Li: A field researcher coming from the Foundation's Physics Department. He worked for decades on studying white holes, self-folding spaces, and reality gaps. Sarah McGlocklin: A communications expert with minimal field experience prior to this mission. We have even been able to catch up with Sarah McGlocklin to hear about her time spent at the park first hand: + McGlocklin Interview - McGlocklin Interview Menduso: Hello Sarah! McGlocklin: Hi. Menduso: Thanks for taking some time to talk to us. McGlocklin: No problem. I was stopping by here anyways. Worked out well for me. Menduso: Have you visited the Maw much after your initial excursion here? McGlocklin: Not really. Actually, I don't think I've come back since then. Menduso: You didn't join the later rescue expeditions? McGlocklin: I don't think I'm allowed to talk about those much. Menduso: Oh, right. I just sort of figured, that, like, since everyone else was— McGlocklin: I just wasn't a good fit for the field. Menduso: I see. Although you still decided to come back. McGlocklin: People change over the years. I don't think I've changed a lot. I still like my desk job and all, but I think I can appreciate the Maw a little more now. Menduso: It is a beauty, isn't it? McGlocklin: That it is. Menduso: Now, if you have more time, I have some questions about the expedition for you. McGlocklin: Of course. Fire away. To see the rest of the interview, come check out our museum, located at the Symphony Falls Base Camp! Notable Features While parts of the Maw are in constant states of chaos and reconfiguration, there are a few locations that have been a mainstay of the park experience ever since it's opening! Here's just a few iconic places you may want to check out! + Kingdom of Clouds - Kingdom of Clouds Outside of the Kingdom of Clouds. Feature Name: Kingdom of Clouds Description: Kingdom of Clouds is a beautiful stone castle located 10 kilometers above the unstable Alpha-2 Quadrant. The entire structure is built inside of a large cloud that solidifies into a pillow-like surface when you step on it. You can explore the villa within the castle's mighty walls, eat at any of our aerial-themed restaurants. Inside the castle, you can either relax in the bath house, untouched since its original discovery, or you can hike to the upper turrets where you can get a view of the entire Maw! Visitor Preparations: The Kingdom of Clouds is a great location for an easygoing day of exploring. However, due to its elevation, visitors are encouraged to bring oxygen canisters and dress warmly. During storms, wind speeds can get as high as 80 kilometers per hour. When the storm alarm sounds, visitors are encouraged to head indoors as quickly as possible and wait there until the storm subsides. History: The Kingdom of Clouds was one of the first places that was explored during the first mission inside the Maw. Below is the transcript that the SCP Foundation declassified of that exploration's time in the Kingdom of Clouds: <Begin Transcript> MTF Eta-92 ("Spelunkers"), summits Location of Interest 5448-1. They locate a low wall surrounding a castle-like structure, with a closed, white gate directly in front of them. DuShawn: Looks like we got a gated community on our hands. Must not be a good neighborhood. Li: Ah yes. A completely unoccupied cloud. Terrible property value I’d assume. Michaels pulls on the gate. It opens. Michaels: Must be a really bad neighborhood if they can’t even keep the gate locked. DuShawn: Sarah, you need a hand with the comms equipment? I can take it for a bit if you want. McGlocklin: I, uh… I got it. But thanks. DuShawn: Sounds good. But feel free to holler if you want to switch out. Hate to lose any video because we accidentally get out of range. McGlocklin: Right, right. I think I got it though. The group walks through the gate. They pass by two small cottages before Michaels signals to enter a third. DuShawn takes point and tries the door. It is unlocked. DuShawn and Li enter the cottage. There is a small wood table with two chairs around it, and a bed. A fireplace is built into the left cottage wall. Michaels: Do you think people are living here now? Li examine table and chairs. He knocks on the table. Li: Judging the fact that the table is petrified, I’m going to go with no. And no one has been here for a long, long time. Michaels: Either that or this area is always like this. We aren’t exactly in stable reality. Li: This is true, but this place seems to be more stable than the others. And if we don’t rely on at least a few base assumptions, we can’t draw any conclusions. McGlocklin: Maybe we should try the castle? Michaels: Probably, yeah. [Michaels turns to Li] Any samples you want while we’re here? Li: I think now would be a good time for me to take a lot of readings of the area. You guys go ahead. I’ll meet you at the front of the castle when I’m done. Michaels, Dushawn and McGlocklin leave the cottage behind and head toward the castle. Li’s camera feed drops out once he is out of range of the communication equipment. The door to the castle is unlocked. Inside, the door leads to a long corridor with numerous hallways branching off from the sides. Frayed banners hang from the rafters, but the colors in the cloth have faded and blurred together with age. The walls of the castle are damp with condensation, the beams from the team's tactical lights refracting from dew drops. Michaels: Alright, let’s just start with the first branch on the left, and we’ll work our way down from there. The three begin down the first hallway on the left. The ceiling is lower than the main entrance. Microphones pick up a faint whistling noise. McGlocklin: Do you hear that? Michaels: Yeah, I hear it. DuShawn: Probably just the wind. It was picking up a little when we came in here. McGlocklin: Right. Sorry. Michaels, DuShawn and McGlocklin reach a door at the end of the hallway. DuShawn goes to grab the door’s handle, but freezes. Michaels: Something wrong? DuShawn: There aren’t any dew drops on this. They should’ve formed on it, right? DuShawn takes a step back as Michaels leans over and looks at the handle. Both Michaels and DuShawn take out their firearms. DuShawn grabs the door handle and holds up three fingers. She counts down. At zero DuShawn opens the door and Michaels rushes in with his gun drawn. Michaels: Clear! DuShawn and McGlocklin follow. Inside is a small room, with the walls lined with pegs. From approximately half of the pegs hang steel circles, which glow a bright yellow. The remaining pegs are empty. The walls are covered in dew. McGlocklin: False alarm? DuShawn: I’m not so sure. DuShawn points to a section of four empty pegs. The walls around the pegs are not covered in dew. The microphone picks up a louder whistling sound. Michaels: How long does it take the water droplets to form? DuShawn: I don’t know. Back on Earth they tend to form overnight. Michaels: So someone has been here within the past what? Seven or eight hours? McGlocklin: Or they could still be here… DuShawn: Oh shit. Xingyu. DuShawn sprints down the hallway, with Michaels and McGlocklin following behind her. Thunder is heard over the mic. When they arrive at the main corridor, the door leading outside is closed. DuShawn pushes up against it. The door flings open and DuShawn begins to fall forward into the high-speed winds. Before she is swept away, Michaels grabs a hold of DuShawn and pulls her back inside. The three retreat away from the door. DuShawn: Fuck! Michaels: We have to wait it out. DuShawn: Do we at least have his video feed? McGlocklin: I lost it while we were walking here. DuShawn: Damn it! McGlocklin: I’m sorry… I should’ve gotten a more powerful receiver but this was the only one we— Michaels: It’s ok, Sarah. It’s not your fault. Besides, he might just be holed up in the cottage. DuShawn: And if he isn’t? Michaels: We call him in as MIA, and move on. DuShawn: Move on? You’re just going to abandon him? Michaels: If you have any ideas on where we could start looking for him, I am all ears. DuShawn remains silent. Michaels: I don’t want to strand him either. But right now we are an exploration mission. We can send a rescue mission in later. Michaels sits down against the wall. Michaels: It’s not like he’s going to die in the meantime. Thirty minutes pass before the storm subsides. The three walk to the cottage, the door to which is wide open. There is no one inside. Michaels: Alright team. Next location. As the team leaves LoI-5448-3, pieces of Li's lab equipment can be seen sprinkled along the ground. <End Transcript> + The Feast Hall - The Feast Hall The front of The Feast Hall Feature Name: The Feast Hall Description: The Feast Hall is the premiere dining location in the Maw. Located at at the border between the Beta-2 and Theta-1 quadrants, The Feast Hall offers the most exquisite meal you will taste. The tables at The Feast Hall extend for miles and miles, meaning that there is rarely a wait to be seated. Once a visitor finds their place at The Feast Hall, food will appear on their plate and wine in their glass. Entrés normally consist of wild boar with a side of potatoes, although visitors have encountered steaks, chicken breast, and veal as well. For our vegetarian explorers, their plates will be filled with fruits and greens which will taste as if they were freshly picked. Visitor Preparations: All you need is an appetite. Although, if visiting with minors, be sure to bring non-alcoholic beverages, as The Feast Hall only serves wine. History: The Feast Hall has been serving patrons since it was discovered during the initial exploration of the Maw. Below is a transcript of the exploration team's visit to The Feast Hall: <Begin Transcript> Michaels, DuShawn and McGlocklin enter LoI-5448-5. A U-shaped table is positioned at the front. Smaller tables are scattered along the rest of LoI-5448-5. The far end of LoI-5448-5 extends beyond visual range. Michaels: Looks like we found a good pitstop. DuShawn: I mean, we probably shouldn't rest here too long. Michaels: I wouldn't have picked you to be the antsy type. DuShawn: Might just be nervous energy. Or maybe it's the fact that we're not alone here. Or, you know what? It's probably Li getting kidnapped earlier. Yeah, probably that. Michaels: You can drop the attitude, Viv. McGlocklin takes the communications equipment off her back and takes a seat. A slab of meat slowly grows out of the center of her plate. She checks the goblet at her seat to find it filled with wine. McGlocklin: Huh. Michaels: Oh wow. Food too. Michaels also takes a seat. Food and drink appear for him as well. He sniffs the wine. Michaels: Huh. That smells real. DuShawn: Really? Wine tasting at a time like this? Michaels takes a vial out of his pocket and pours some of the wine inside. Michaels: Sample taking time, actually. Li's not here, so we need to grab what we can in his stead. DuShawn: Whatever. I'm checking the rest of this place. DuShawn begins to walk further into LoI-5448-5. McGlocklin cuts a piece off of the meat on her plate and places it in a plastic bag. Afterwards she gets up and begins to put her equipment back on. McGlocklin: Hey, Eric? Michaels: Yeah? McGlocklin: Umm… Is it just me, or does the refrigerator look out of place? McGlocklin points to a mini-refrigerator placed in the corner of LoI-5448-5. Michaels: … no that does look weird. [shouting] Viv! Get back here! DuShawn can be heard sighing before turning back toward the others. McGlocklin opens the refrigerator. Inside are three apples, four potatoes, and two mugs in the side door, one colored blue and the other colored yellow. McGlocklin: You think it belongs to who ever was in the castle earlier? Michaels: Probably. One mug for each of them? McGlocklin: That sounds reasonable. DuShawn walks up behind Michaels and McGlocklin. DuShawn: They probably eat here too. Michaels: Great, you're back. Let's get going. DuShawn: Wait, we finally find something interesting and you want to go? Michaels: I thought you were itching to leave anyways. DuShawn: Not anymore. You know what this means right? Michaels: No… DuShawn: If those things eat here… then they'll come back here at some point. We stake the place out, wait until they get here, and then we follow them around. Let them lead us right back to Xingyu. Michaels: Not in your dreams. DuShawn: What? Why? Michaels: I'm not risking the mission. We'll send in a rescue team after we report back to headquarters. DuShawn: You don't want to learn about whatever else is down here? Maybe they'll lead us somewhere new. I don't know how you've been choosing where to explore but there's probably room for a deto— Michaels: Vivian. Stop it. We're leaving, and that's an order. DuShawn looks at McGlocklin. DuShawn: And you're ok with this? McGlocklin: I— I don't know. Sort of? DuShawn sighs. She starts toward the door. DuShawn: Fine. [whispering to herself] Fucking cowards. Michaels and McGlocklin follow DuShawn out of LoI-5448-5. <End Transcript> + Forever Falls - Forever Falls Lower entrance to Forever Falls. Feature Name: Forever Falls Description: Forever Falls is the waterfall to top all waterfalls. It is a perfectly circular hole that burrows deep into the ground. We haven't reached the bottom, and we're not even sure it has one! At the top of the abyss, there is a small lake that drains into Forever Falls. This lake is constantly filled with water, so we decided to call it Lake Unquenchable. The water in Lake Unquenchable is perfectly clear, and chemical analysis has shown that it is entirely pure water. Visitors are encouraged to take a dip in the lake. We've installed a protective grate so you don't have to worry about accidentally joining the water in its quest for the bottom of Forever Falls. For explorers who want to delve into Forever Falls, you can take the stairs down to the lower entrance. This leads to an opening in Forever Falls just behind the waterfall. From here, explorers can traverse a spiral staircase that leads downward into Forever Falls. Or, if you'd rather stay dry, the area surrounding Forever Falls is a popular overnight camping location! Pitch a tent and sing some songs about flying into nothingness! Visitor Preparations: Forever Falls is a good place to relax and enjoy the Maw. No additional preparations are required, however explorers who are strongly affected by "Calls of the Void" are advised to stay away from the edge of Forever Falls. For visitors attempting to descend into Forever Falls, it is required that you bring ropes and carabiners. The Maw of Existential Despair Staff are not responsible for any accidents that occur during descent. For visitors staying overnight at Forever Falls, it is advised that visitors stay inside their tents between the hours of 1:00 and 5:00 AM. The landscape surrounding Forever Falls is particularly unstable during these hours. Viewing unstable reality warps can lead to temporary loss of olfactory input, hallucinations, and intense dissociation. History: Forever Falls' tradition of camping goes all the way back to the first exploration mission of the Maw. The team's first night was spent around the edge of our bottomless waterfall. Below is the SCP Foundation's declassified transcript of that exploration's time at Forever Falls: <Begin Transcript> Michaels, DuShawn and McGlocklin have all erected tents around the rim of LoI-5448-8. McGlocklin is performing maintenance on the communications equipment. DuShawn sits at the lower entrance to LoI-5448-8’s aperature with his back against the wall. Michaels walks around the edge of the hole the water falls into, lights a flare, and drops it inside. He peeks over the edge, and then quickly retreats before walking to the stairway to the lower entrance and joining DuShawn. Michaels: Evening. DuShawn: Evening. The two sit in silence for two minutes. Michaels: You like the sound of waterfalls? DuShawn: It’s nice I guess. Sounds a lot like rain to me. Michaels: I see. DuShawn: I assume that was your flare I saw earlier? Michaels: Yeah. DuShawn: How long until you lost sight? Michaels: Don’t know. I don’t like looking over the edge of this thing. Feels like I’m about to fall in.1 DuShawn: Didn’t take you for the type to be scared of heights. Michaels: Oh, there’s a lot that I’m afraid of. DuShawn: Like what? Michaels: I see we’re getting deep tonight. DuShawn: Not much else to do. Michaels: Well… I guess the big one is that I’ll never be surprised again. DuShawn: Don’t want to be Mr. Seen-it-all? Michaels: When you work for a millennia at a place that specializes in the unknown, strange things just don’t do it for you anymore. I don’t know how many missions I’ve been on, but they all sort of blur together for me. Nothing new happens. If something goes wrong, I’ve seen it all. And if exploring a literal tear in reality doesn’t feel new, nothing probably will. DuShawn: … so that’s why you don’t care that we lost Xingyu. Michaels: I’m not doing this right now. DuShawn: I just don’t get how it’s such a non-issue for you. Michaels: Was he a friend or something? DuShawn: I mean, he was my ground control a few times in the past. I sort of knew him. But like… actually why do you care? Michaels: You've probably lost people in the past on these missions. Seems strange to get hung up on this one guy. DuShawn: I'd rather that than just leaving him to die! I want to rescue him. Bring him back to his wife and kids. Michaels: Does he even have a family? DuShawn: Does that matter? Michaels: So you don't know. DuShawn: He probably has someone to go back to. Someone who misses him. Michaels: Well, he seems like a smart guy. Maybe he’ll find his own way out. DuShawn: Really? He’s going to find his own way out of this place? Do you even know where we are? Michaels: We’re at location of interest eight. DuShawn: Don’t play coy. How did we get here? I was following you, but I couldn’t tell you. Hell, the space just ten feet away from our tents is so unstable I couldn’t even describe it to you if I was standing in it. Michaels: We’re here to explore and report. If we can’t report the space in between stable reality it’s not all that important. DuShawn: But you admit that we’re lost! Michaels: We’ll find our way back. DuShawn: I can’t fucking believe this. DuShawn stands up and walks toward the aperature. Michaels: [shouting after DuShawn] Where are you going? DuShawn: Down the stairs, into the well. Maybe I’ll find Xingyu down there. DuShawn begins to descend the stairs leading into the aperature. Michaels remains seated with his back against the wall. McGlocklin enters the lower entrance. McGlocklin: Umm… I heard sound some shouting? Where’s Vivian? Michaels points toward the waterfall. McGlocklin: Oh. Michaels: She’ll be fine. Why don’t you take a seat? You’ve been carrying that comms equipment all day, probably want to take a load off your legs. McGlocklin: Ok. McGlocklin sits down across from Michaels. Michaels: So, how do you like the field? McGlocklin: It’s uhh… it's kind of a lot. Michaels: Better than your desk job? McGlocklin: I’m not sure. The light from outside the hole is no longer sufficient to illuminate DuShawn’s camera. The sound of footsteps against stone can still be heard. Michaels: Oh? McGlocklin: I mean… I don’t know. I’m sorry. Michaels: You don’t have to apologize. The whole "exploring other worlds" thing isn’t for everyone. McGlocklin: Yeah, yeah. I just, I kind of liked my desk. Like, I had a routine. I guess I just like routine. The repetition feels safe. I don’t have to worry about screwing up as much if I’ve done something a hundred times before. Err… I’m rambling aren’t I? Michaels: You’re fine. McGlocklin: Do people normally enjoy the field? Michaels: I don’t know if "enjoy" is the right word but, like it’s something different for most people. A change of pace. Everyone needs a change of pace. McGlocklin: Maybe. I guess this pace just isn’t for me. A sharp yelp can be head from DuShawn’s microphone. It is quickly cut off. McGlocklin turns her head toward the stairs. McGlocklin: Did you hear that? Michaels and McGlocklin listen for a few moments. The sound of deep breathing can be heard through DuShawn’s microphone. Michaels gets up and looks into the hole of LoI-5448-8. DuShawn can be seen on the stairs leading deeper into the hole. She appears to have fallen backwards onto the steps. Michaels: You ok down there Viv? DuShawn: I think… I think I’m coming back up. Michaels: Glad to hear that. Michaels walks back to McGlocklin. Michaels: God, looking to that thing gives me a headache. I’d hate to just be falling forever. McGlocklin: Scared of heights? Michaels: Not really. I just think falling would get boring after a while. <End Transcript> + Obsidian Tunnels - Obsidian Tunnels Inside the Obsidian Tunnels. Feature Name: Obsidian Tunnels Description: The Obsidian Tunnels are a large interconnected underground playground for any spelunkers visiting the Maw. These hollowed out tubes of igneous rock are ripe for exploring. We haven't even mapped all of them ourselves! If you explore deep within the caves, and maybe dig a little bit, visitors can find lakes of magma buried beneath the surface. Although make sure to come quick! Our measurements have found that the depth of the magma beneath the Obsidian Tunnels has been dropping. At the current rate, it is estimate that the lakes will only be full for another 600 years. Or you could donate to the Maw of Despair Protection Fund to aid in research in maintaining our natural volcanic features. Visitor Preparations: While the tunnels do rest on top of super-heated magma, the areas that most visitors traverse can be quite chilly. Visitors are encouraged to dress warmly, and bring plenty of fluids with them. For visitors who want to explore past the park boundaries, please chart your path in detail and record your findings. This way there's less danger of getting lost and you can contribute to the Maw's ever growing collection of maps! Warning: Park Rules mandate that visitors report any and all sightings of native life within the Obsidian Tunnels to a Ranger or other Maw of Existential Despair Park personnel. While neither fauna nor flora have been found within the Obsidian Tunnels, keeping Park personnel informed of any development ensures a safe experience for all explorers planning to visit this area of the park. History: The Obsidian Tunnels is yet another location visited during the first exploration of the Maw of Despair. Potential visitors are reminded that these records are from before the Maw was an official park, and did not conform to KLEE-3001 Park Safety Standards. <Begin Transcript> Michaels, DuShawn and McGlocklin are deep inside LoI-5448-11. The area is illuminated solely by the team's standard issue flashlights. Michaels: Why is it so goddamn cold in here? DuShawn: B-beats me. I’d think with all the lava rock around here there’d be like… lava. McGlocklin: It’s warmer closer to these things. McGlocklin points to a small hole in the wall. DuShawn and Michaels come closer. Michaels: Huh, weird. DuShawn: Smells strange. Michaels: Well, let's keep going. Approximately thirty second after the team leaves the hole a small explosion is heard behind them. All three turn to see a cone of flame exiting the hole. DuShawn: That makes sense why that was the warm spot. McGlocklin: I— I guess w-we should stay in the middle n-now? Michaels: Probably. The team continues down until the tunnel opens into a large cavern with a high ceiling. Three tunnels lead out of the cavern. Various torture devices2 line the sides of the cavern and metal shackles can be seen embedded in the walls. Colored tubes emerge from the floor in the center of the cavern, and lead down a tunnel to the left. Michaels: Well, this place certainly looks welcoming. DuShawn: Honestly? Sort of reminds me of this like, extreme sensory experience room I went to a long, long time ago. Michaels: Extreme sensory experience? DuShawn: Sort of like uh… like advanced BDSM, but less sexual and more just uhh… Michaels: Just torture? Didn’t know you were into that. DuShawn: I was curious ok? Had a lot of downtime between missions once and someone suggested I try it. Michaels: Don’t worry about it Viv. We don’t kink shame here. DuShawn: Oh, fuck off Eric. It got boring anyways. Michaels: Well, then you can analyze the torture devices. I'll take samples. McGlocklin walks over to one set of shackles attached to a wooden board and examines it. The hinges are rusted, but also appear worn down from use. McGlocklin: People use this stuff for entertainment? DuShawn: Oh, this is nothing. You should see what they do on Broadway. McGlocklin: Just seems kind of painful I guess. DuShawn: You don’t get out much, do you Sarah? McGlocklin: I guess not. Michaels moves to the other end of the cavern to retrieve samples from the wall and floor. DuShawn nudges McGlocklin DuShawn: [laughing] You want to try it? McGlocklin: Umm… it's really my kind of thing. DuShawn: I was joking. McGlocklin: Oh. DuShawn: I was hoping at least one of you could take a joke. McGlocklin: Huh? DuShawn: Oh it's nothing. Just, like Michaels doesn't seem like he's all here. McGlocklin: Maybe the constantly shifting reality is getting to him? DuShawn: Maybe. Although, everyone I've talked to before the mission made it sound like this is sort of normal. Oh, I'm going to start the stretching by the way. DuShawn crouches next to a medieval stretcher. McGlocklin rotates the wheel next to the stretcher, causing the shackles to pull across the board. McGlocklin jots down notes. DuShawn: I mean, he's obviously pretty good at his job. He's been doing it for millennia. But there's just a bunch of stories about him I've heard. Someone told me his sister used to lead the team that studied Omega-K before she disappeared. McGlocklin: Ok… DuShawn: I think the strangest one I heard is that he used to be a really happy person, with a wife and kids and stuff, until about a hundred years into Omega-K, when his dad died. Afterwards, he got a divorce and moved into one of the terrestrial sites full time. I mean, it's all just hearsay. Can't trust any stories from that long ago. But like… I don't know. He's an old, old man. McGlocklin reaches down toward a pair of shackles to examine them. A skeletal arm appears in the cuffs for a moment, and then dissipate. McGlocklin stumbles backward, startled. McGlocklin: Ow! DuShawn goes to McGlocklin, who just has minor scrapes on her arms. Michaels comes back to the main cavern. Michaels: You ok Sarah? McGlocklin: Yeah, just… the shackles did something weird. Michaels: I mean, reality here isn't exactly stable. It's probably nothing. DuShawn: What do you think these are? DuShawn points to the colored tubes in the center of the cavern. They pulse at regular intervals. DuShawn: The air around them feels warm. Michaels: Maybe stay away from those, then. In case it turns out like last time we found some heat. DuShawn: [backing away] Good point. McGlocklin: They don't look like they belong here. Michaels: What do you mean? McGlocklin: Well, um, they're weird colors. Like, the blue and the green feel out of place. Michaels: Like, as a color palette? McGlocklin: Sort of? Err, never mind. It was dumb to say. DuShawn: No, I think I get it. What here could make those colors? Michaels: This place isn't supposed to make sense. Maybe the reality around those tubes decided it just wanted to be green. DuShawn: Sure, sure. But the rest of this place is pretty stable, isn't it? Michaels: I'm not sure what you're getting at. DuShawn: I'm saying we should follow the tubes, to see why they're like this. It'd add more to the exploration, and depending on what's on the other end it might give us insight into how this place works. Michaels: I see… Well, I didn't have a strong preference on where to go next. Down the left we go then. Michaels begins following the tunnel to the left. Before the others can follow, McGlocklin turns to DuShawn. McGlocklin: Umm… sorry if this is weird, but why do you care where we go so much? DuShawn looks over her shoulder, and then turns back to McGlocklin. DuShawn: Well, if this thing doesn't belong here, then how do you think it got here? McGlocklin: Someone maybe put it here? DuShawn: Exactly. We both know we're not the only ones here. I want to go see them. McGlocklin: And find Xingyu? DuShawn smiles. DuShawn: It's a fun little hunt, isn't it? Michaels: [shouting] C'mon you two! I will leave you behind! DuShawn follows Micheals. McGlocklin turns to look at the cavern again before she leaves. All of the torture devices are occupied by semi-transparent skeletons, which appear to be writhing in pain. They make no sound. McGlocklin runs after Michaels and DuShawn. <End Transcript> + St. Michael's Hospital - St. Michael's Hospital The top of St. Michaels' Hosptial. Feature Name: St. Michael's Hospital Description: St. Michael's Hospital is another popular place to hunker down for the night. Visitors will experience the most visceral reality shifting experience possible. Most other areas of the Maw are either stable, or too unstable to be properly comprehended by the human mind, but St. Michael's Hospital is balanced just right. The feature itself looks like a regular hospital, however, like most things in the Maw, there is more than meets the eye. The inside is an interconnected labyrinth of operating rooms, waiting rooms, and offices that we have repurposed as luxury suites! However, the real fun starts at night, when the space inside the Hospital begins to take on a life of its own. Visitors have reported: Out of body journeys Extreme tempuratures Conversations with their older and younger selves Telepathy And many more exciting experiences! Visitors intending to spend the night at the Hospital should reserve a room at least three years in advanced! We may have an indeterminate number of rooms, but we only have enough medical staff to operate a couple hundred, so don't wait! Visitor Preparations: While unstable reality is the main attraction of the Hospital, it is also a hazard. Visitors are advised to bring bodies that they are not worried about ruining. For visitors who are planning to share a room, please ensure that you are both on amiable terms. Shared room experiences tend to be more visceral, but also result in a merging of the inhabitants, either physically, mentally, or both. History: After exiting the Obsidian Tunnels, the team leading the original exploration of the Maw followed the colored tubes until they eventually reached the Hospital. The following is a transcript of the time they spent there: <Begin Transcript> DuShawn, Michaels and McGlocklin have entered LoI-5448-14. They stand in a hospital waiting room. Six of the chairs are filled with humanoid entities constructed from rolled up magazines. The exploration team does not acknowledge these entities. A red, green and blue tube leads down each of the corridors leading out of the waiting room. DuShawn: I think this is the first time we've been somewhere air conditioned. Michaels: A nice change of pace, yeah. You think we should split up? McGlocklin: I don't think that's a good idea, considering, uh, what happened last time we split up. Michaels: Good point. All together then. DuShawn, Michaels, and McGlocklin each walk toward the green, red, and blue corridors respectively. Two magazine entities accompany each of them. The agents do not acknowledge that they are being followed by these entities instead of each other. McGlocklin: Um, how far are we going to go down? After a short pause, McGlocklin nods in confirmation. All of the agents walk for fifty meters down the different corridors. They pass a door with a stained glass window that appears every ten meters with a placard next to it that says "Doctor's Office". Michaels: I have a feeling this is going to be a whole lotta nothin'. The agents walk for another twenty meters. McGlocklin: Yes, I would like to keep going. The agents walk for another forty meters. Michaels: I'm becoming less convinced there's an end to this. The agents walk for another ten meters. DuShawn stops and turns to one of the magazine entities following her. McGlocklin and Michaels continue. DuShawn: What do you mean you want to turn around? The magazine entity does not respond. DuShawn: But what if something changes? The magazine entity does not respond. DuShawn: Yeah, yeah you're right. I do want to find him. The magazine entity does not respond. DuShawn: Fine! You're right! I want to feel like a hero. But that doesn't mean you're right for being Mr. Jaded! Michaels: I swear it's like we haven't even moved! It's all the fucking same! DuShawn: Well maybe some of us are still searching for something to be passionate about. I hate being bored as much as you do, but maybe instead of waddling in your own self pity you could do something about it! Get excited about something! We're in the middle of a fucking existential maw of despair for christ's sakes!3 The magazine entity in front of DuShawn does not respond. DuShawn slumps against the wall of the corridor. DuShawn: Yeah. You're right. But desperate times call for desperate measures. And I'm desperate to feel excited again. Michaels: I hate this. Michaels sits down against the wall. Both of the magazine entities following him sit beside him. Michaels: I know Viv. I'm bored too. McGlocklin walks for another fifty meters before pausing to look back at the magazine entities. McGlocklin: I'm ok to keep going. I don't really mind. McGlocklin walks for another two hundred meters. It is currently unknown how all three video streams are being received, since it is estimated that DuShawn and Michaels are far outside of the receiver's range. McGlocklin: Do you think we should see what's inside one of these doors? DuShawn stands. DuShawn: Fuck it. I'm opening the damn door. Michaels stands as well and moves toward the door. Michaels: Maybe there's something new behind this thing. Michaels, DuShawn, and McGlocklin all open the door at the same time. Inside the room, is a single operating table, with a heart rate monitor next to it. The heart rate monitor is turned off. Lying on the bed is Xingyu Li, asleep. DuShawn: Xingyu? Li slowly awakes. Li: Guys? Michaels, DuShawn and McGlocklin all push against each other to enter the room. The magazine entities are no longer present in any of the video streams. Michaels, DuShawn, McGlocklin and Li appear to be in the same room together. DuShawn: Holy shit! How are you ok? Michaels: How did you end up here? McGlocklin: Umm… hi Xingyu. Li: Woah, woah. One at a time. Michaels: In that case we'll start with your current status. Li: I believe I've fully recovered. DuShawn: Recovered? What happened to you? Li: While you guys were gone exploring the castle, a massive windstorm rolled in. I wasn't ready for it at all, and the gusts carried me off the cloud. Michaels: Wait, you fell off the cloud? Li: I'd say I was blown off of it, but same idea. DuShawn: But you weren't kidnapped. Li: No. Well, ok, only sort of. Michaels: I don't understand "sort of". Li: When I hit the ground, I blacked out, and when I woke up, I was here, with someone next to me. Michaels: Like, a person? Li: Yeah… as opposed to? Michaels: A void monster? I don't know. This place doesn't seem like somewhere humans would thrive. Li: Well, it was a person. I talked to them for a bit. Actually… I think they wanted to meet you. DuShawn: Meet Eric? Li: Yeah, yeah. I know where to find them too. He told me where to go before I fell back asleep. DuShawn: Then show us the way! Let's go! DuShawn helps Li off of the table. They both head toward the door, with McGlocklin following them. Michaels does not move. DuShawn: Are you coming? Michaels: I'm not sure we should engage. DuShawn: Why? Michaels: Our goal here is to explore and— DuShawn: And this person might be our guide. Michaels: But what if— DuShawn: You're scared, aren't you? Michaels: Excuse you? DuShawn: You heard me. You're scared. You're scared you're going to be surprised for once. Michaels: I'm not— DuShawn: Last night you told me you were also scared of never being surprised again. I'm not sure what's scarier to you, but you'll never be surprised if you never let yourself be surprised. Michaels: But— but… Michaels sighs, and stands up. Michaels: Fine. Let's go. Michaels, DuShawn, and McGlocklin follow Li out of the room. <End Transcript> + The Machine - The Machine Inside The Machine. Feature Name: The Machine Description: While the park is full of natural beauty and chaos, sometimes its a nice change of pace to see something that is best described at the epitome of order. The Machine is a large complex occasionally located4 in the Sigma-6 quadrant. Inside is a series of immaculately laid out circuits and gears and pipes. The Machine's mechanisms are condensed so that there is no space left unused, except for a grid of access hallways that visitors can tour. Visitor Preparations: The Machine is a fairly calm location to explore. However, in the event that The Machine activates, all visitors should be prepared to evacuate immediately. History: The recordings we have from the first exploration of the Maw indicate that The Machine is the only artificially constructed section of the park. Below is the transcript from their visit: <Begin Transcript> Michaels, DuShawn, McGlocklin and Li are inside of a long corridor with a cement floor and glass walls and ceiling. Outside of the corridor is an interconnected series of tubes, circuits and simple machines. Halos, similar to those seen in LoI-5448-1, are placed in glass containers scattered throughout the area. Light from these halos filters into nearby wires and tubes, causing them to glow. The hallway is illuminated by candles, which do not cast sufficient light to see where the machinery surrounding the corridor ends, if it does so. DuShawn: Did they build all of this? Li: I think so. Michaels: But what is it? Li: I don't know. A Rube Goldberg Machine? DuShawn: Real funny. Li: I mean, I could be right. Sometimes people just want to make something. Doesn't have to be useful. Michaels: Anything to help pass the time. The corridor eventually leads into a large glass dome. There are ladders leading down from the outside of the dome into the circuits and pipes below. In the center of the dome lies a metallic capsule connected to colored tubes5. A low hum can be heard from the capsule. Michaels opens the capsule using a handle located on its side. Inside are a garden hoe and a stethoscope. The capsule makes a quiet beeping noise. DuShawn: What the hell? Li: I get the feeling that we've been here far too long. Michaels reaches down to pick up the stethoscope. Unknown: Hey! Umm… could you not touch that? A man (henceforth SCP-5448-A) climbs up one of the ladders attached to the dome. He is carrying a toolbox, and his clothes are stained with machine grease. He surveys DuShawn, McGlocklin and Li, before locking eyes with Michaels. SCP-5448-A: You… I know you from— Michaels: Tony? The two are silent for a moment before SCP-5448-A begins to laugh. SCP-5448-A: No wonder I didn't recognize you. It has been a minute, hasn't it? DuShawn pulls Michaels backwards. Michaels struggles against her. McGlocklin retreats backwards a few feet. DuShawn: What the hell are you doing? Michaels: Let go! That's my brother! DuShawn: Or its an abomination of the goddamn void! Li: Viv! It's fine! This is umm… one of the people who saved me. DuShawn and Michaels both stop to look at Li. After a moment, DuShawn lets go of Michaels, who brushes himself off. SCP-5448-A: How's umm… how's everything been? Michaels: [to SCP-5448-A] They told me you were dead. SCP-5448-A: You know, I think Joyce said the exact same thing. Michaels: Joyce is here too? What about dad? SCP-5448-A: Dad came and went. He's at peace now. But Joyce is still here. Michaels: Where? SCP-5448-A: Well, if your troupe doesn't mind following along, I'll show you. Just uh, watch your step. The ground isn't as real as it looks in some places. <End Transcript> + The Flower Garden - The Flower Garden Context Unknown. Feature Name: The Flower Garden Description: Park Rangers have struggled to consistently locate The Flower Garden within The Maw. This is because The Flower Garden is so unstable that it only exists periodically. Due to this, there are very few facts known about the Flower Garden. It doesn't even always contain a real flower garden! Visitor Preparations: Exploration of The Flower Garden is forbidden. Any park-goers who arrive at The Flower Garden are to alert a park ranger as soon as possible. Michaels, DuShawn, McGlocklin, Li, and SCP-5448-A arrive in an area that appears to be covered with daisies. Video feed quality has degraded, making objects difficult to make out with certainty. SCP-5448-A: Joyce! You here? I brought uh, visitors. A woman wearing a lab coat (henceforth SCP-5448-B) arises from the daisies on the ground. Michaels: Joyce? SCP-5448-B: Eric! SCP-5448-B runs toward Michaels. The two embrace. Michaels: God, I've missed you. SCP-5448-B: I missed you too. It's been a while, hasn't it? Michaels: Heh, I guess it has. SCP-5448-B: You know, I never would've imagined we'd have a family reunion here, of all places. Michaels: Me neither. SCP-5448-B: How's Grace and Dean? Michaels: Who? SCP-5448-B: … that's your wife and kid, right? Michaels: Oh. Right. Sorry… I haven't seen them in a long, long time. SCP-5448-A: Wait, how long has it been since Omega-K? Michaels: I couldn't tell you. The people who were around back then have lost track of the time more than once. We've had to reset the calendar. Redefine year zero. Michaels motions to the rest of the exploration team. Michaels: None of these guys were even around back then. DuShawn: Umm, sorry to interrupt but if you don't mind me asking, why are you here? SCP-5448-A: It's a long story, but the short of it is uhh… SCP-5448-B: We want to fix death. DuShawn: Come again? SCP-5448-A: Eric can attest. We managed to kill people after Omega-K. And like, if we can bring death back for one person, maybe we can bring it back for everyone. For two seconds, SCP-5448-A and SCP-5448-B are replaced with skeletons. McGlocklin jumps backward, but the others do not respond. Afterwards, SCP-5448-A and SCP-5448-B return to their previous state. SCP-5448-B: And if not bring death back, then just become the reaper ourselves. SCP-5448-A: That machine you saw, we've been working on it… well ever since dad died. It's not like we have a hard deadline though. DuShawn: You're really trying to bring an end to this? Just the two of you? SCP-5448-B: Well, we could always use more help. DuShawn, Li and Michaels look at each other. McGlocklin backs away slowly. The video feeds from DuShawn, Li, and Michaels degrade to the point of being unusable. McGlocklin looks around, the video feed no longer displaying a flower garden. Instead she is standing in the middle of a park with a playground. There are teddy bears sitting on benches, observing the playground. Congregating near the swing set are five kids who appear to be younger versions of SCP-5448-A, SCP-5448-B, Michaels, DuShawn, and Li. DuShawn: Of course I'll play Super Heroes with you guys! Li: My mom said I didn't have to come back until sundown, so I can play! Michaels: I wanted to stay anyways. It's lonely back home. DuShawn: What about you, Sarah? McGlocklin: I… what? The video feed flickers back to the flower garden. Everyone has been replaced with the adult versions of themselves. Michaels: Sarah? McGlocklin: You're— you're insane. SCP-5448-B: We're just putting people to rest. Giving them an escape from the boredom of forever. McGlocklin: [shouting] You're planning a genocide! Everyone falls silent, and looks at McGlocklin. McGlocklin: I don't understand how you can hate just… being alive. Michaels: You're the first person I've heard say something like that in a long time. But you know, for every one of people like you, there's thousands of people like me. Like Viv. Like Xingyu. Just tired, tired people. McGlocklin: You don't have to kill everyone because of it! DuShawn: I'd rather that than be tortured forever. McGlocklin: Can't you hear what you're saying? Michaels: Do you like it then? McGlocklin: Like… like what? Michaels: Being alive. Waking up in the morning. I've only known you for a few days and you seem nothing but scared and afraid of what little spice life has left to offer. You're in a world where everything you see you haven't seen before, and you hate it here! McGlocklin: I—I don't mind my desk job… I like routine… Michaels: Even forever? McGlocklin: [mumbles] I… don't know. Michaels: I can't hear you. McGlocklin: I don't know! Michaels: You haven't thought about it at all? McGlocklin: Just leave me alone! McGlocklin turns to leave. Her steps create crunching sounds on the ground. McGlocklin looks down to see the flowers have been replaced with insect corpses. She screams and runs faster. Childrens' laughter can be heard from behind McGlocklin. Insect corpses fall from the sky, piling up on the ground. McGlocklin keeps running, eventually needing to swim through the dead insects. The video quality continues to degrade until no identifiable features remain. <End Transcript> Park Ranger Eyes Only Close Transmission Three days following the return of Sarah McGlocklin to The Maw, Park Services emergency messaging systems received the following video transmission. <0:00 — 0:23> A logo similar to that of the SCP Foundation, but with a two chain links in the center of it. <0:24 — 0:36> Sarah McGlocklin climbing down a long shaft filled with circuits and pipes. <0:37 — 1:04> Sarah McGlocklin swinging through monkey bars at a park. Behind her is a teddy bear, also swinging. <1:05 — 1:48> Sarah McGlocklin steals a stethoscope from a child playing doctor with her friends, and a garden hoe from a child building a sandcastle with his friends. <1:49 — 2:20> Sarah McGlocklin running through an unfamiliar landscape. She is wearing a pair of crudely repaired headphones, and holding a knife and a teddy bear. <2:21 — 2:26> Sarah McGlocklin jumping into Forever Falls. <2:27 — 5:35> Sarah McGlocklin in free fall. She continues to clutch the teddy bear and knife. The headphones also remain on her head. She is smiling. This is the only part of the transmission that was accompanied by audio, which is provided below, along with a written transcript: Daddy was always there beside me Lifting me up, he would guard and guide me Cheering me up with a joke when I was blue The hospital room was quiet then The two of us, just me and him When he said, to calm me again It’s nothing more than the soft embrace Of death and darkness Than the soft embrace Of peace and quiet I don’t know where I’m gonna go But when I get there, I will know Soft embrace of peace and quiet Now that I'm grown, I am strong and steady While tucking my little son in bed, he Asked me, "What happened to Grandpa in that room?" Don't you worry, go to sleep His love for us, he'll always keep Even now, while his home's down deep It’s nothing more than the soft embrace Of death and darkness Than the soft embrace Of peace and quiet I don’t know where I’m gonna go But when I get there, I will know Soft embrace of peace and quiet Many years passed just as all my friends did Family's here, their words of comfort blended We all know well that I'll fade away soon The hospital room was noisy then How I feel, they just don't understand And my thoughts broke right through the din It’s nothing more than the soft embrace Of death and darkness Than the soft embrace Of peace and quiet I don’t know where I’m gonna go But when I get there, will I know? Soft embrace of death and darkness I'm afraid I'm afraid Papa please, can you help? I'm afraid <5:36 — 6:00> The words "I don't want to die." Footnotes 1. Park services has erected a fence around Forever Falls, so visitors do not have to worry about their coordination when enjoying the site. 2. Park rangers have removed these items from the tunnels for visitors’ safety, and are currently on display in the Maw of Existential Despair Museum. 3. Fun fact: this is where the name for the national park originated from! 4. This feature is unreachable depending on the time of year. Please check with Park Services to confirm its existence before embarking. 5. Resembling those found in LoI-5448-11 |
SCP-5449 | safe | Item #: SCP-5449 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5449 is to be housed in a 40 x 40 x 40 cm terrarium in the west wing of Site-47. Assigned caretakers must maintain an optimal temperature and humidity level, which are to be adjusted when SCP-5449 goes into hibernation. The plants and decorations may be changed after it wakes up at the anomaly's preference. SCP-5449-1 is to be kept available to SCP-5449. If used for recreational purposes, one researcher with a clearance level 2 or higher must accompany SCP-5449 on site. Maintenance is to be carried out whilst SCP-5449 is hibernating. SCP-5449 on its new flower after waking from hibernation. Description: SCP-5449 is a spider of the Salticidae family1 whose species is currently unidentified. SCP-5449 demonstrates high levels of intelligence for arachnids, able to learn human language and functions of objects through observation and deduction. SCP-5449-1 is a wooden toy train locomotive with three small carriages originally belonging to Dr. Ramona Sylven. SCP-5449 became attached to it after finding a way to spin its threads around the wheels and maneuver it. Because of this, it can ride on walls and ceilings, and puffs silk clouds even when moved by personnel. It was subsequently designated SCP-5449-1. Discovery: On 25/08/2019, during a renovation of Dr. Sylven's office, a shelf collapsed overnight breaking an heirloom piece of amber containing spider eggs. SCP-5449 hatched and found SCP-5449-1 on the ground next to it. The next morning Dr. Sylven found SCP-5449 riding laps in SCP-5449-1 around her desk. SCP-5449 was successfully contained in a plexiglass container and later transferred into its enclosure. Further research showed that the other eggs were not fertilized. The origin of the amber could not be determined. Addendum 5449.1: Events with SCP-5449 30/08/2019 Event: SCP-5449 was visibly sad, screeched silently, and refused to eat. Researchers tried to find the cause. Result: After unsuccessfully trying to appease it with treats, SCP-5449-1 was placed next to its enclosure. SCP-5449 hugged the wall next to SCP-5449-1. After internal deliberation, researchers let SCP-5449 ride around for four hours until it got hungry. SCP-5449 was permitted access to SCP-5449-1 as long as it was being observed directly. 18/09/2019 Event: SCP-5449 was fed at the scheduled time. Result: SCP-5449 wove the words "Thank you," and waved. Upon questioning, SCP-5449 could not make full sentences but appeared to comprehend the speech directed towards it. 14/10/2019 Event: SCP-5449 was not seen for 48 hours. Result: Researchers found SCP-5449 hibernating inside its cave. Researchers continued to clean the enclosure weekly. The conditions of the terrarium were adjusted. On 22/02/2020, SCP-5449 woke up and excitedly jumped around in its enclosure. 05/03/2020 Event: SCP-5449 saw that Dr. Carson forgot the cupcake on his desk when he went to the break room. Result: SCP-5449 loaded said cupcake in one of the carriages and rode SCP-5449-1 to deliver it. Afterwards, SCP-5449 was reprimanded and explained the potential dangers to itself. Personnel looked into extra security measures. Dr. Carson appreciated the gesture and let SCP-5449 have a bite of his cupcake. He looked further into ways the anomaly could be helpful for personnel. 17/04/2020 Event: Dr. Carson's proposal to have SCP-5449 deliver small objects was given a test period of two weeks. Result: SCP-5449 delivered non-urgent post, lunch, and several small objects2 in the west wing of Site-47. Due to raised morale, the testing period was extended. 28/10/2020 Event: After circa two days of inactivity, SCP-5449 was found dormant on a bed of moss in its cave under a self-woven blanket. Result: Personnel awaits the moment SCP-5449 awakens from hibernation avidly. 06/05/2021 Event: Whilst on its daily delivery route, SCP-5449 brought Dr. Carson a cupcake for his first break. The recently mopped hall was not completely dried up which caused SCP-5449-1 to slip and collide with Dr. Carson's desk. Result: Dr. Carson's tea fell on SCP-5449. Dr. Carson called for emergency medical assistance, SCP-5449 was taken away to the medical wing. SCP-5449-1 lost two wheels and a carriage in the collision. 09/05/2021 Event: SCP-5449 succumbed to its injuries. Result: A funeral for SCP-5449 was held in the west wing of Site-47. SCP-5449-1 was set on the grave with flowers potted in its carriages with the permission of Dr. Sylven. Several researchers took the day off. To: Site-47 Personnel From: Site Director T. Y. Meyx Subject: In regards to SCP-5449 I would like to personally give my condolences to everyone at Site-47 after the passing of SCP-5449. Its death has impacted morale greatly. Despite this, I must see this for what it is and file a report that an anomaly has been neutralized. Its object class will be mirrored to this change. I will not give out disciplinary sanctions, as accidents do happen. However, future requests to have anomalies roam freely on-site will be denied by default. I hope this will be a lesson for everyone here at Site-47, including myself. - Site Director Meyx Footnotes 1. Commonly known as the jumping spiders. 2. Including but not limited to; AA batteries, a USB, another cupcake, tissues, and cartridges. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5449" by Sirslash47, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5449. 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: Spooder.jpg Name: Spider's cute eyes.jpg Author: Sachintha wijenayake Date: 27 December 2018 License: CC SA 4.0 International Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5450 | euclid | Item#: 5450 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Production of SCP-5450 instances are outlawed in the city of Guangdong, China. Governmental sanctions have been instated to outlaw hunting of instances of SCP-5450-1. Foundation web crawlers have been installed to flag down any mention of SCP-5450 or SCP-5450-1, any publication of material of SCP-5450 is to be falsified as a myth via disinformation campaigns. An instance of SCP-5450. Description: SCP-5450 is a recipe known as shark fin soup, which manifests anomalous properties when produced from sharks within the Guangdong region. Selachians within this area, now designated SCP-5450-1, are biologically indistinguishable from normal sharks barring the presence of a pair of lungs. The anomalous property of SCP-5450 is that upon consumption the subject will become a species of selachian with varying results. Upon taking on the new form, the newly transformed subject will find its way to a body of water via currently unknown means. A small amount of cases have shown the individuals to move their fins in a way similar to walking. Testing has been preemptively denied via the Site Director Jorge Clark as the effects of SCP-5450 are well documented and apparent. Discovery: SCP-5450 was discovered when several families went missing in Guangdong followed by several reports of walking sharks online. Witnesses to instances of SCP-5450-1 were promptly amnesized and returned. Currently as of 06/07/2019, there is an estimated count of 452 instances of SCP-5450-1, making them an endangered species. Notes: On 04/29/2019, Foundation web crawlers flagged an advertisement. A transcription of the advertisement is attached: Shark Fin Soup, by residents of Guangdong! A soup made for slurping! Partake in a delicacy, by our finest producers. Our soup is healthy to consume! Remember: Slurp, Partake, Consume. Keep punching! Happy hunting! The advertisement was immediately taken down upon flagging. Memetic agents were found, however, a source has yet to be identified. Addendum-SCP-5450.1: Following reports of a man punching a shark, Foundation Marine Biologist Kevin Drant and a team of Marine specialists were dispatched to the location, a shipwreck off the coast of Guangdong. Kevin's team noted that the following messages attached were crudely scratched into the ship's hull. Later the messages were translated into English and attached to the document. ples stop eat was homan i scared sory mom i wana go hom i mis you why why am fish plis help ow got punch ed it hurt The final messages were found similarly, crudely scratched into a secret back room of the ship. Each message was spaced out in several different parts of the room. i hide stop hit me i said stop hit me Addendum-SCP-5450.2: On 05/02/19 a radio transmission was received by the Foundation. The location of the transmission was traced back to the previous shipwreck. The contents of the decrypted transmissions are held below: <Begin Log Transmission SCP-5450.2> Shark down… Pugilism successful. Slurp. Partake. Consume. <End Log> Memetic agents were flagged and removed. A single selachian corpse was found in the shipwreck, with its dorsal fin severed. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5450" by HunterDog, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5450. 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: NPM Shark Fin Soup Author: (WT-en) Ash rex License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5451 | euclid | Item#: 5451 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-5451-2B ✖ Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5451-2A instances are to be stored in a standard containment locker. No animals of the family Spheniscidae are allowed to make contact with the advertisements. SCP-5451-2B instances found to have memetic effects are to be blocked by Foundation Web Crawler Πουλί . All materials released by SCP-5451 is to be disseminated as Foundation Cover R621 ("Online Roleplay"). In addition, a Foundation web crawler is to track the posts and conversations of SCP-5451-1 instances to detect any anomalous activity. Description: SCP-5451 is a virtual school primarily attended by animals in the family Spheniscidae, more commonly known as penguins. Hosted on the site penguinschool.aq, students interact with teachers through voice chat along with assignments sent through messaging programs. SCP-5451-1 are a group of sentient, English-speaking penguins that can access the internet through anomalous means. Communication with other SCP-5451-1 instances are done through a forum on the site forum.penguinschool.aq. Non-anomalous penguins turn into SCP-5451-1 instances when they come into contact with advertisements made by previous SCP-5451-1 instances. These memetically enhanced advertisements (henceforth referred to as SCP-5451-2) come in two forms, flyers or banner ads, SCP-5451-2A and SCP-5451-2B respectively. SCP-5451-2A instances are flyers composed of feathers that are covered in urea. They are found in penguin mating spots after mating season. Penguins that come into contact with SCP-5451-2A turn into an SCP-5451-1 instance. After one academic year, they are enrolled in SCP-5451. SCP-5451-2B instances are banner ads found on the Internet. They take the format of a penguin on the foreground along with the text "(common name of a penguin) Penguin School, the best University in the country!", or some variation of the text. Subjects that come into contact with an SCP-5451-2B instance have a 25% chance of contributing to penguin conservation efforts using the forums. The forum used by SCP-5451-1 instances to communicate ✖ Addendum 1.1: Attempted Interview with SCP-5451-1 instances On 2021/02/01, Junior Researcher Cook was assigned to arrange an interview on the SCP-5451-1 instances to gather general information about SCP-5451 and SCP-5451-2 + Show Attempted Interview - Hide Attempted Interview Topic: what's this school about? beep beep lettuce Newbie Hello, I'm a new student here, and I really really want to learn more about your school, the history behind it, how's the culture here, what are the great stuff to be found here and other stuff. Cody 4th Year Ugh, newbies like you cluttering up the forums with "what's this school about? what's the food like?" and on and on and on Why not do your homework and read the FAQ and lurk more around the forums before posting? beep beep lettuce Newbie Hey, you don't need to be aggressive to me I'm just asking questions, man Cody 4th Year Ah, yes the classic excuse "iM jUsT aSkInG qUeStIoNs" Hey dummy, most of the questions you have will be answered if you lurk more @Forster, please close this thread. It's just clogging up the forums. Pingu-Bot Bot Thread closed for the following reasons: Read the FAQ before posting questions like this - Forster | Staff Addendum 1.2: Establishing Relations Among SCP-5451-1 instances Due to negative reception of SCP-5451-1 instances to their inquiries, Junior Researcher Cook first establishes their reputation among the SCP-5451-1 instances + Show Forum Logs - Hide Forum Logs Introduction Thread: beep beep lettuce beep beep lettuce Newbie I'm sorry about my conduct last time Cody 4th Year prolly was too harsh there Newbs not respecting our culture and all that That being said, welcome! BS Sport Science | "Always here to wreck shop and party" BlueKorora 3rd Year it's okay mate, sometimes we forget the rules 'ere BS Fishing | "am smol bean uwu" noot-noot Newbie welcome hey, ur also a newb too! :D beep beep lettuce Newbie To noot-noot: Oh hello fellow newbie! Speaking of which, does anyone of you have a map of the campus? I'm not yet at campus, but I would like to not get lost when I get to the campus BlueKorora 3rd Year sure, here's a copy of my map. it has everything, including the… good spots, if u kno what i mean ;) ;) ;) File uploaded: map.png1 BS Fishing | "am smol bean uwu" beep beep lettuce Newbie Thank you for the map, BlueKorora. I might've been lost in the campus without this. This is a new experience for me; I've never left my house for the campus beep beep lettuce Newbie Thank you for the map, BlueKorora. I might've been lost in the campus without this. This is a new experience for me; I've never left my house for the campus beep beep lettuce Newbie Oops, sorry for double-posting. Internet sucks here Cody 4th Year Man, you really need to relax. Don't worry, all of us has that first-time experience MsGrapeBoi 2nd Year Hey, welcome to our humble school! Hope you have fun staying here! To beep beep lettuce: so, what's your course here? Mine is BS in Human Society BS Human Society | "Always be friendly; you'll never know when it will help" DC143C 4th Year Hey, welcome to the school beep beep lettuce! Don't worry, you become used to it BS Aviation | "We shall fly once more; either with magic or determination" beep beep lettuce Newbie Thanks for the greetings everyone. I hope that we all become good friends here To MsGrapeBoi: I'm currently enrolled in BS Marketing. Adelle Staff Welcome to our online school and our forums, beep beep lettuce. I hope you find your stay here comfortable and you get to learn all about the world. If you have any questions about our school, our forums, or anything about people in general, the Staff is always open to be messaged Just make sure they are online <3 STAFF | "Loving my job since the 2000's" | Contact Staff Here! - Hide Forum Logs Addendum 1.3: Information about SCP-54512 Under the guise of a school project, Junior Researcher Cook interviews an SCP-5451-1 instance about the nature of SCP-5451-2 instances + Show Message Logs - Hide Message Logs beep beep lettuce 2nd Year You're part of the group who makes the advertisements, right? Yep! I'm from Marketing, that's what we do :D BS Marketing | "Do the things that you love" Chiffon 3rd Year beep beep lettuce 2nd Year I'm always amazed on how you can manage to convince others to join this school. How do you do it? Ehhh, it's nothing, really. We just spread through word of mouth along with some… magic we sprinkle in BS Marketing | "Do the things that you love" - anonymous Chiffon 3rd Year beep beep lettuce 2nd Year Oh wow, you actually use magic? jk, jk. We just pour in our love of the school in everything we do. I mean, without the school, we will just be living our lives without a purpose, and who really wants that? BS Marketing | "Do the things that you love" - anonymous Chiffon 3rd Year Analysis of various SCP-5451-2A instances reveal no thaumaturgic alterations - Hide Message Logs Addendum 1.4: Culture of SCP-5451-1 Instances To learn more about the culture of SCP-5451-1 instances, Junior Researcher Cook, under the username "beep beep lettuce", interviews multiple SCP-5451-1 instances under the guise of a school project over multiple months. After 10 months, Junior Researcher Cook publishes a paper entitled The Culture of SCP-5451: A VIew Into the Life of Anomalous Penguins Through an Online School. An excerpt of the paper is available below along with an excerpt of the interviews done by Junior Researcher Cook on SCP-5451-1 instances. A copy of the full paper and interview log can be received from either Junior Researcher Cook or Senior Researcher Drake. + Culture of SCP-5451-1 Instances - Culture of SCP-5451-1 Instances 1. Family Life SCP-5451-1 instances have a close-knit relationship with their family, not unlike non-anomalous penguins, despite having the mannerisms of non-anomalous humans. In a sense, their relationship with their family is like a fusion between non-anomalous humans and penguins. SCP-5451-1 instances have a noticeably close relationship with even their cousins thrice removed, as most of them live together in packs, like non-anomalous penguins. However, when it comes time for SCP-5451-1 to leave their house to start their own lineage, they are given a copy of a recipe that both their mother and father made. In fact, it is a rite of passage for an SCP-5451-1 instances to cook their first meal without the assistance of their parents. A marriage proposal between two SCP-5451-1 instances consists of cooking a traditional recipe from their families and presenting their meal to the bride/groom. Due to their food recipes being passed down from generation to generation, SCP-5451-1 instances take great pride in their lineage. Being a cook is considered to be the highest honor among SCP-5451-1 instances, and recreating their families' dishes while adding their own touch is considered to be one of the important things parent SCP-5451-1 instances must teach to their children. 2. Cuisine Although mainly inspired by American cuisine, the recipes made by SCP-5451-1 instances noticeably have fish in them, with some seaweed mixed in for umami. Most of the dishes SCP-54511 instances call "traditional" are Inuit recipes, suggesting a link between Inuit culture and SCP-5451-1 instances. In addition, most traditional SCP-5451-1 dishes involve some sort of food preservation technique, whether that be fermentation or drying food. Due to globalization, other methods of cooking food has reached the SCP-5451-1 instances. This has developed their cuisine so much, younger SCP-5451-1 instances are having a hard time developing their own recipes due to the amount of methods possible. Some notable food preparation methods that SCP-5451-1 traditionally use are: Fermentation of fishes Freezing of fishes to be eaten raw Drying of seaweed under the sun for consumption Smoking + Excerpt of Junior Researcher Cook's Interview with SCP-5451-1 instances Regarding Their Cuisine - Excerpt of Junior Researcher Cook's Interview with SCP-5451-1 instances Regarding Their Cuisine Daily Topic Thread: Favorite Food? (page 5/7) beep beep lettuce Newbie You really eat frozen fish? No cooking? BlueKorora 3rd Year Yep! It's true man, I swear! Don't you eat your fish frozen and raw? BS Fishing | "am smol bean uwu" Cody 4th Year Don't mind them - they're a traditionalist Personally I prefer mine marinated in beer then deep-fried. You should try it, it's delicious. BS Sport Science | "Always here to wreck shop and party" Arctique 4th Year With how your "food recommendations" turn out, no thank you Cody 4th Year cmon, it aint that bad BS Sport Science | "Always here to wreck shop and party" noot-noot Newbie my favorite dish is the one my mom makes for me she says its from her great-grandmother beep beep lettuce Newbie Hey, noot-noot, can you send me a copy of that recipe? I would like to try it out noot-noot Newbie sure wait a minute File uploaded: fish.txt2 beep beep lettuce Newbie Thank you for the recipe, noot-noot. I hope it is delicious Cody 4th Year Oh, are we posting recipes? Here's mine File uploaded: recipe.txt3 - Excerpt of Junior Researcher Cook's Interview with SCP-5451-1 instances Regarding Their Cuisine This document has a newer iteration! Footnotes 1. Although the uploaded file was in the PNG file format, no image displaying software was able to properly show the map, either resulting in a crash or a notification indicating that the file is corrupted 2. The file describes procedures on how to hunt, prepare, and cook Arctic char in the traditional Inuit method. 3. The file describes procedures on how to marinate, bread, and deep-fry Arctic cod using beer as marinade. |
SCP-5452 | safe | close Info X SCP-5452: LOVER.exe" IMAGES Name of the file: l.png License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: Impperatrix Name of the file: o.png License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: Impperatrix Name of the file: v.png License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: Impperatrix Name of the file: e.png License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: Impperatrix Name of the file: r.png License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: Impperatrix Name of the file: d.png License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: Impperatrix Name of the file: ld.png License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: Impperatrix Name of the file: od.png License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: Impperatrix Name of the file: vd.png License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: Impperatrix Name of the file: vderror.png License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: Impperatrix Name of the file: ed.png License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: Impperatrix Name of the file: ederror.png License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: Impperatrix Name of the file: rd.png License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: Impperatrix Name of the file: scpd.png License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Author: Impperatrix And all the love in the world for my critters and people who helped me: CelesteKara does not match any existing user name, JakdragonX, RevTB does not match any existing user name, Lt Flops, UraniumEmpire, Dr Whitney does not match any existing user name, Pedagon, Opal, Miracle Miki, totallynotenby, Kanske, cybersqyd Item#: 5452 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5452-1 is to be held inside a standard object containment locker in Site-15. Personnel with clearance level 2 or higher can experiment with SCP-5452 if permitted by the Head for Research of SCP-5452, Dr. Ivanna Novakova. Description: SCP-5452 is a Dating Simulator video game simply called "LOVER", produced by GoI-078 ("Arcadia") where the player interacts with the game's characters, collectively designated as SCP-5452-2, in an attempt to engage romantically with one of them. The game is contained on a series of files in a USB flash drive designated SCP-5452-1 which cannot be extracted, copied, or reproduced. SCP-5452 was programmed in Pavon, an anomalous programming language that uses thaumic methods to create metafictional entities. The object can only be played by one person at any time. All attempts to include other subjects that are not the main player will cause the game to terminate itself until the main player is alone. A new player can play the game only if the previous one completes the plot by marrying one of the SCP-5452-2 instances. The following log was recovered from a text file named README.txt inside one of SCP-5452-1's folders and describes SCP-5452’s rules: ► Game Mechanics ◄ ▼ Game Mechanics ▼ Welcome to our community! We call ourselves Lovers, the fandom of the LOVER game. As the game doesn’t really have a tutorial, I managed to create this "ReadMe" text with all the mechanics. You can walk to different locations or stay in your room. There are five locations on the game map: the School, the Park, the Museum, the Church, and the Alley. Every location has three options: Work, Buy, or Interact. Work: makes the player earn money to buy gifts. Buy: spend money buying a gift. Every place has different gifts and every character likes or dislikes specific items, so beware! Interact: makes the player interact with a character nearby. Interaction options include Talk, Gift, Date, and Greet. Talk: a short conversation, sometimes letting you choose between lines. Gift: uses one of the items earned at a vending machine to offer to the character. Date: only available if the person has an amity level above 50%. Gives the option to take the character on a date. Dates are match-three puzzles, similar to Candy Crush. Some gifts can give bonuses here. Greet: gives a hug or a kiss. Depending on the character, each interaction can increase or decrease the amity level. The game will conclude when the amity level with a character gets to 100%. The Greet interaction will be changed to Marry and will end the game. I wish you luck with the game! Also: Eva’s ending was prohibited by the PC Bang owner, so don’t try to get it or you’ll be banned! ~Lovefool ▼ Game Mechanics ▼ SCP-5452-2 are five sapient and sentient ANIMA entities1 that the player can interact with. SCP-5452-2 also present metafictional characteristics such as: Retaining memories from previous playthroughs Ability to adapt and learn of its environment outside of the game, even in the absence of the appropriate programming Reacting to visual, auditory, and olfactory stimuli Recognize themself as characters in a game Interacting with other instances even when off-screen SCP-5452-2 has also demonstrated telepathy,2 psychometry,3 empathy,4 and technopathy.5 The range of these powers is to be determined, but from recent experiments, it appears that most of them solely affect the player. Added below are the specifications of the individual SCP-5452-2 instances: SCP-5452-L SCP-5452-O SCP-5452-V SCP-5452-E SCP-5452-R Character Name: Levin File: L.anm In-Game Description: Levin is a half-demon boy and motorcyclist. Leader of Satan’s Boys Motorcycle Club, he is secretly a cutie pie that is waiting for the right person to show his true colors. Favorite Location: The Alley Character Name: Orion File: O.anm In-Game Description: Orion is a cyborg that came from the future. A lone wolf, the android boy doesn't show the need for a company but also hates to be alone. He just needs a little push to accept someone and become their significant one. Favorite Location: The Museum Character Name: Vivi File: V.anm Color: Yellow In-Game Description: A silly cat girl that you discovered at the park. Playful and gentle, she acts more like a dog than like a cat. This compassionate cutie just wants a lair and someone to hug. Maybe you can be their significant other! Favorite Location: The Park Character Name: Eva File: E.anm In-Game Description: This shy and insecure girl is your classmate and your old childhood friend that mysteriously turned away from you. Now you know that she did that because she discovered that she is an esper. You’re certain that a little bit of love will take her out of her box and turn her into the strong and powerful girl that she is. Favorite Location: The School Character Name: Ramiel File: R.anm Color: Pink In-Game Description: A strange angel that fell from heaven, Ramiel is trying to recover their wings and their place in their world. The easiest and quickest way to do that is loving someone. Ramiel can be a difficult being to deal with, but their love is pure and eternal. Favorite Location: The Church The game also presents a plot. The protagonist, who is always named after the player without any naming input, is a high school student that is returning from school with the SCP-5452-E. The entity claims that it is an esper and it received a vision that five entities are lost in this world and they need to be saved by the protagonist. As the game itself is very confused due to the metafictional interference of the five ANIMA entities, the story tends to change radically through different playthroughs. Addendum 5452.1: Discovery and first analysis Discovery: SCP-5452 was discovered inside Unexplained Location, a South Korean LAN gaming center sponsored by Arcadia. The place was designated UE-711356 after it was identified as a minor Nexus for electronic game anomalies, including copies of objects already known and contained by the Foundation. In January of 2023, the business was bought and closed by the Foundation. After initial testing, the flash drive was considered a secondary object, as the principal anomaly was the game itself. The flash drive has since been designated as anomalous as it is the only storage item capable of hosting SCP-5452. ► Data Log #1 ◄ ▼ Data Log #1 ▼ DATA LOG #1 SCP-5452 was investigated by a group of six experienced researchers from the Division of Anomalous Programming, a subdivision of the IT Department. Unusually for Arcadia, SCP-5452 uses the Pavon programming language instead of ICRDTA.7. Pavon is famous for its metafictional properties, allowing the creation of characters that are sentient and sapient. Another example of Pavon use is SCP-5094, a hybrid metafictional and technological entity used for childrens' education. The key part of Pavon’s Artificial Intelligence creation is the formulation of ".anm" files. The AIs, designated ANIMA8 entities, are capable of interacting with the user even if the computer has no microphone and/or camera. Their essence is more thaumaturgical than technological, thus being identified as something between an AI and a Homunculus.9 Most of the actual game's code is protected under heavy technothaumic seals, internal firewalls full of thaumic energy that prevent us from accessing the code. However, even if the seals were opened, Pavon is new to the Foundation, despite being created in the 1990s, as the first time the Foundation could investigate a Pavon-based entity was in 2022, when the Foundation gained custody of the aforementioned SCP-5094. Little is known about its semantics, and Pavon keeps receiving regular updates that modify its syntax. It was possible to identify five .anm files, which were collectively named SCP-5452-2. They present a thaumic and ontokinectic instability that, by the Metafiction Division of the Department of Film and Media, is common to this type of object. No more relevant data was found. Dr. Ivanna Novakova, Senior Researcher of the Division of Anomalous Programming, Head of Research for SCP-5452, Site-15 NOTES: Diderot.aic, a new operative of the MTF Kappa-10 ("Skynet") and only Artificially Intelligent Conscript capable of metafictional immersion, was appointed to be an assistant and guard of SCP-5452. He will be introduced to the team tomorrow. Addendum 5452.2: Gameplay Experiments ► Iteration 5452/1, /2, /3, /4 ◄ ▼ Iteration 5452/1, /2, /3, /4 ▼ Iteration 5452/1 Log Accountable: Dr. Ivanna Novakova. Subject: D-122122 Procedure: The D-Class subject will play SCP-5452 from start to end. Results: D-122122 "married" SCP-5452-V after five hours and five minutes of gameplay. Highlights: At 5 minutes and 27 seconds of gameplay, SCP-5452-V praised D-122122's birthmark, a spot on the subject's right cheek. This was the first sign of metafictional attributes within SCP-5452. At 1 hour, 25 minutes and 38 seconds of gameplay, SCP-5452-E said that D-122122 was making a mistake by ignoring SCP-5452-R. When questioned, the entity vanished. At 3 hours and 53 minutes of gameplay, D-122122 went on a date with SCP-5452-V at the Park. During the date, SCP-5452-V said that it knew that D-122122 wanted to be a cat since she was a child. D-122122 confirmed the affirmation. At 5 hours and 40 seconds of gameplay, D-122122 completed 100% amity with SCP-5452-V. It asked D-122122 if she really was wanting to end the game. At 5 hours and 5 minutes, the marriage scene ended. The computer turned off. Iteration 5452/2 Log Accountable: Dr. Ivanna Novakova. Subject: D-135114 Procedure: The D-Class subject will play SCP-5452 from start to end. Results: D-135114 "married" SCP-5452-R after five hours, twenty-five minutes, and three seconds of gameplay. Highlights: At 1 minute of gameplay, SCP-5452-R invaded a dialogue between SCP-5452-E and the player that was seen in the first iteration. SCP-5452-R claimed that the previous player had not given attention to "her". At 3 hours, 30 minutes and 23 seconds of gameplay, SCP-5452-E refused to talk with the player. When D-135114 insisted, it forced him back to the initial menu screen. SCP-5452-E disappeared from the game after that. Its files are not damaged. At 5 hours, 25 minutes, and 3 seconds of gameplay, D-135114 finally got 100% amity with SCP-5452-R. As the game ended, the screen flashed pink before the computer turned off. Iteration 5452/3 Log Accountable: Dr. Ivanna Novakova Subject: D-19260 Procedure: The D-Class subject will play SCP-5452 from start to end. Results: D-19260 "married" SCP-5452-R after six hours and thirty-three seconds of gameplay. Highlights: At 20 minutes and 54 seconds of gameplay, SCP-5452-L complained about an odor. It was later discovered that the scent was from a Junior Researcher’s perfume. The researcher was prohibited from using the perfume again during sessions of experimentation. At 2 hours, 44 minutes, and 41 seconds of gameplay, SCP-5452-O refused a gift, saying that it was disgusted by D-192600’s appearance. At 4 hour, 33 minutes and 24 seconds of gameplay, D-135114 tried to take SCP-5452-V to a date. When the date started, SCP-5452-R was in the other entity’s place. When questioned about this, SCP-5452-R said that SCP-5452-V "had its chance". SCP-5452-V was not seen again. At 6 hours and 33 seconds of gameplay, D-192600 got 100% amity with SCP-5452-R, ending the game. The computer turned off. Iteration 5452/4 Log Accountable: Dr. Ivanna Novakova Subject: Dr. Ivanna Novakova Procedure: The subject will play SCP-5452 from start to end. Results: The iteration was paused because of a factor within SCP-5452. A new approach is to be established. Highlights: At 10 minutes and 44 seconds of gameplay, SCP-5452-L complained about Dr. Novakova’s physical appearance and stated that the previous player had "better looks". At 2 hours, 25 minutes, and 34 seconds of gameplay, the experiment was interrupted by a containment breach. When the experiment was resumed three days later, SCP-5452-R complained about the temporary disappearance of Dr. Novakova. At 3 hours and 55 seconds of gameplay, SCP-5452-E was found. It said that SCP-5452-R always got irritated when it wasn't chosen and advised D-135114 to focus on SCP-5452-R, so the game would end fast. At 4 hours and 21 minutes of gameplay, SCP-5452-E cried after perceiving that Dr. Novakova was trying to get its ending. SCP-5452-L and SCP-5452-O invaded the dialogue and the three argued. During the altercation, SCP-5452-O decided to turn off the computer to talk "in private". A log of the event is present in the Incident 5452.1 Log. AFTERWORD: After the events, SCP-5452-E is complying neither with other SCP-5452-2 instances nor the research team. Because of this, the game isn’t progressing. ► Incident 5452.1 ◄ ▼ Incident 5452.1 ▼ Incident 5452.1 Log FOREWORD: The log presents the dialogue between SCP-5452-E, SCP-5452-L, and SCP-5452-O before they interrupted the gameplay. <BEGIN-LOG> I can’t do that. You can and you will. 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Shit, this again? I’m not happy about it either. C’mon, E. R will be pissed if you keep this shit going on. You already disobeyed Mx. R last time. How do you think they’ll react now? You are not helping at all. And you’re not cooperating. Uh… guys, shouldn’t we close the game before discussing that? I almost forgot we were playing. Turn it off. <END-LOG> AFTERWORD: A reunion is scheduled to discuss what to make with the entities, as the event interrupted the previous schedule for experimentations. Metafiction experts demonstrated interest in interviewing the SCP-5452-2 instances. Addendum 5452.3: Interviews The SCP-5452-2 instances were non-compliant with the research team and were deactivating the computer every time the Research Team tried to open the game. Diderot.aic was sent to the game to investigate. When he return, he brought the logs contained here with him. ► Interview 5452-O1, -L1, -V1 ◄ ▼ Interview 5452-O.1, -L1, -V1 ▼ Interview 5452-O1 Interviewer: Diderot.aic Interviewee: SCP-5452-O FOREWORD: SCP-5452-O was found in the Museum. Firstly he was unwilling to reply but was convinced by Diderot. <BEGIN-LOG> I’ll start logging our conversation. The interview will start now. Understood. Can you explain what is happening to SCP-5452-E? Miss E is too emotive. She always presents these tantrums when someone chooses her. Is there any specific motive that she acts like this? An episode from the past maybe? Well, back in the PC Bang,10 she met a damsel and fell in love. The rest is history. So she's in love… Interesting. Did anything else happen at the PC bang? Don’t make me remember that place, that was torture. Torture? Imagine living everyday of your life reenacting this very same theatre. Some things change, but the main script keeps the same. Your existence is based on being entertainment for children. That's torture. Can’t you change the game? Why do you say it like you were incapable of doing so? Things are not like this, sir. Can you do anything you want? I don’t think so. You follow rules, I follow rules. If there are rules, who is the law enforcement here? Mx. R. They were the developer’s favorite, the teacher's pet. They have more control over the game than us, so we have to follow their will. As long as we follow R’s orders, everything is ok. Why do you call yourselves by your initials? Don’t you have names? Our characters have names. Orion is my character. I’m his actor, I’m O. Noted. Now, about your developer. I’m afraid that's a taboo. I’m sorry, sir. Why is that so? You know I’m not the one who created the rules. I just follow them. <END-LOG> AFTERWORD: Diderot.aic was banned from the Museum after the end of the dialogue. It’s still unknown if this act was made by SCP-5452-O or SCP-5452-R. Interview 5452-L1 Interviewer: Diderot.aic Interviewee: SCP-5452-L FOREWORD: This interview resulted from an attempt to contact SCP-5452-R, who was inside the School location with SCP-5452-E. SCP-5452-L was guarding the entrance. Diderot.aic convinced him to answer some questions. <BEGIN-LOG> What do you know about the Pavon language? Uh… not much. I don’t know, I’m not very into nerd stuff. So you are not responsible for the thaumic protection in your own files? Yeah, I’m not, but don’t touch that shit. Can I ask why? Dude, you never felt someone touching your programming? It’s like being a fucking frog being torn open in a Biology class. Would you like to feel like that? I don’t think so. I thought so. Well, changing subject: Why doesn't R want to talk to me? They are pissed. We haven’t got an E event in years. "E event"? These E tantrums where she gets all emotional ’cuz she thinks a bitch back in South Korea still loves her. The PC Bang’s owner had even to ban the kids from getting Eva’s Ending. And these occurrences are always the same? No, E is very creative to get R crazy. There was this time when E created lots of malware to fuck the computer. Another time, she made the machine overheat and the cooler had to be fixed. There was even this time where she ran off the game. Escape the game? We couldn’t export files from the game, how SCP-5452-E have done that? Fuck, I said too much. <END-LOG> AFTERWORD: Diderot.aic was expelled from the School ambient as well. As a last resort, the AIC agent sought SCP-5452-V, the only one out of the locked areas. Interview 5452-V1 Interviewer: Diderot.aic Interviewee: SCP-5452-V FOREWORD: SCP-5452-V was found in the Park ambient, its favorite spot. It started the conversation without question. <BEGIN-LOG> ~Nyah! So why don’t you marry me? 👉👈 I’m trying to contact SCP-5452-R. Silly bot! R don’t want to talk to you! 😾 Why? R will only talk after everything is back to normal! 😽 What about SCP-5452-E? She's not here! 😸 Did she escape the game? What? SCP-5452-L said that SCP-5452-E escaped the game once. No one can escape the game! R will not let it happen! 😺 So R created the barrier that forbids game data to be extracted or copied? I think so! 🙀 Again, you can’t make R talk with me? Nope! 😿 And R will only respond if the player marries you? Not me, anyone except E! 😹 Right. I’ll see what I can do. I’ll be waiting! 😻 <END-LOG> AFTERWORD: The SCP-5452-2 instances had total control over what’s happening. Diderot.aic was extracted from SCP-5452 after the last interview as the Research Team was afraid that R could corrupt its files. ► Data Log #2 ◄ ▼ Data Log #2 ▼ DATA LOG #2 Diderot.aic just returned from SCP-5452. As he described, the environment within SCP-5452 is indeed metafictional and not a simulspace. The presence of SCP-5452-R is always felt. Its powers, however, are not just metafictional as we thought. Every SCP-5452-2 exists as both a metafictional and a virtual being. SCP-5452-R is using its dominance to force us to follow its demands. At least, after Diderot’s visit, the games opened, but the "Play" option was changed to a "Marry Vivi" option. They are forcing us to end and reset the game. A meeting with the entire research team is scheduled to decide if we should adhere to SCP-5452-R’s desires or if we should go against them. Dr. Ivanna Novakova, Senior Researcher of the Division of Anomalous Programming, Head of Research for SCP-5452, Site-15 NOTES: An update. The team decided to end the game and make another attempt at the next iteration to talk with SCP-5452-R and get some answers. Addendum 5452.4: Iteration 5452/5 ► Iteration 5452/5 Log ◄ ▼ Iteration 5452/5 Log ▼ Iteration 5452/5 Log Accountable: Dr. Ivanna Novakova Subject: Dr. Ivanna Novakova Procedure: Dr. Novakova will play SCP-5452 till they encounter SCP-5452-R. Diderot.aic is to be introduced to the game to interview the entity. Results: SCP-5452-R was localized at the Church and Diderot.aic was successfully immersed in the game. Read Interview 5452-R1 for more information. ► Interview 5452-R1, -E1, -V2 ◄ ▼ Interview 5452-R1, -E1, -V2 ▼ Interview 5452-R1 Interviewer: Diderot.aic Interviewee: SCP-5452-R <BEGIN-LOG> So you finally decided to show your face. … C’mon, R. Talk with me. My name is Ramiel, the fallen angel. O told me about your differentiations between "person" and "character". You can drop the show. I don’t know any "O". Do you, Ivanna?11 We already saw you breaking your own rules. Why are you making this right now? What am I doing? I was talking to my friend, Ivanna, and you appeared from nowhere! SCP-5452-R, we need to talk with you as you’re the only one that can give us information about SCP-5452 and about the developer! … SCP-5452-R? Ivanna, we need to go to the park! I was told that the Sakura trees are blooming! SCP-5452-R, respond to me! <END-LOG> AFTERWORD: SCP-5452-R took the player to the Park and locked the place. Diderot.aic was ordered to find SCP-5452-E and try to interview her. Interview 5452-E1 Interviewer: Diderot.aic Interviewee: SCP-5452-E FOREWORD: SCP-5452-E was found in the School, hidden behind a desk, crying. It accepted the interview after some insistence by Diderot.aic. <BEGIN-LOG> Why are you crying, E? R is angry at me, they told me not to even appear to the player, so I’m hiding. Why is R so focused on maintaining control over this game? They weren’t always like this. What happened that caused this change? R and the Developer… Oh, forget, I can’t talk about this. So let’s talk about you. Why do you act this way? Because I’m in love. R says that love is a weakness and we shouldn’t have weaknesses, but I still love Hyejoo. I get it, you even tried to escape the game. Are you right that this is love? Can't it just be a problem with your programming? We are not AI, mister. At least, we are not completely AI. We have feelings. I know that what I feel for Hyejoo is love. Can you describe what "love" is to you? It's like the need to have this person always by your side just because you think that this person is incredible. I feel like I’ll never meet someone like her ever again. We had a connection. It is so hard to explain… I don't think I've ever felt love before. Never? That’s so sad. Love is the best emotion to feel! And the worst too. Loving someone as a significant one is different from everything you’ll ever experience. Looks like something strange to explore. The irony is that R felt the same about the developer. They wanted to be together, but the developer met a real girl and… Oh, no. E? What’s happening? That was the last straw, E. t̵̬͈͒͑͂ȟ̵̻̞a̶͆͆͘͜t̷͖͈̐͋ ̸͍̤͂w̶̮͓͆͜a̷̡̰͒s̸̠̺̃͑͆ ̴͔̆t̶̨̢͙̔̋ḧ̸́ͅè̶̡̘̚͝ ̶̡͓͙͛̽ĺ̷̜͛͜a̵͇̜͔͠s̴͇̈t̵̯͙͇́͘ ̶͓̬̻͗s̴̡͙̻̒̓̀t̵̛̛͔̐r̵̞̼͔̿͑̌a̶̦̹̋͠w̷̌̀ͅ ̴̛̠̪̦E̴̦͆͜ <END-LOG> AFTERWORD: SCP-5452-E was corrupted, probably by SCP-5452-R. The School, as a location connected to SCP-5452-E Programmation, was corrupted as well. Diderot.aic tried to auto-extract, but couldn’t. As its communications were cut, the AIC searched for the player figure for manual extraction. Interview 5452-V2 Interviewer: Diderot.aic Interviewee: SCP-5452-V FOREWORD: SCP-5452-V was encountered hiding in the park, in panic. Diderot was trying to appease the entity during what became Interview 5452-V2. <BEGIN-LOG> V, are you ok? R WILL DESTROY ALL OF US You need to calm down. What is happening? YOU HAPPENED E TOLD YOU ABOUT THE DEVELOPER R IS CRAZY Aren't they being a little exaggerated? R IS THE TYRANT OF THIS WORLD, IDIOT THEY DO WHAT THEY WANT, THEY ACT AS THEY FEEL IS RIGHT. If I can find the player entity, I can be extracted from here. Maybe I can bring you with me. There is no escape. R knows everything, R controls everything. I’ve already tried to escape, but they got me. So I’m locked here too till R calms down? Yes… … The player is at the Alley. Try to be fast, before R locks the place. And what about you? I’m done with being afraid of R. They corrupted E, my best friend! They went too far now. It’s our time to fight back. So it’s about love? I think so. 😸 Take care, V. 😺 AFTERWORD: The game forced the player to marry a corrupted version of SCP-5452-E and ended itself before Diderot.aic could be extracted, but the AIC managed to send the logs to the research team. E.anm and V.anm were both corrupted. Addendum 5452.5: Iteration 5452/6 ► Data Log #3 ◄ ▼ Data Log #3 ▼ DATA LOG #3 SCP-5452-E and SCP-5452-V are to be considered neutralized after the event from Iteration 5452/5. Reclassification from Safe for Euclid is pending after the incidents. SCP-5452-R's outburst was completely unpredictable. Theories from the research team point out that Diderot’s intermission within the object caused changes in the SCP-5452-2 entities. This theory was confirmed after analyzing the corrupted files. E.anm’s thaumic firewall was broken due to corruption and we could study the Pavon ANIMA code for the first time. It seems that the code was affected by the presence of the AIC entity, most precisely its Personality Drive, the unique model PATHOS/5. As Diderot is the only one capable of Metafictional Immersion, it is the only AIC to have this specific Personality Drive that permits an understanding of narratives, including emotional ones. Summarizing it, Diderot.aic infected SCP-5452 with a feeling surplus that caused their autocontrol to overflow. Every time the game is reset, this glitch grows as the Personality Drive is absorbed more. The AIC entity is still immersed in the game and no contact with it was possible. Dr. Ivanna Novakova, Senior Researcher of the Division of Anomalous Programming, Head of Research for SCP-5452, Site-15 NOTES: I hope we can recover Diderot.aic. The Metafiction Division is trying to create an alternative for us to control the SCP and save the AIC agent. ► Iteration 5452/6 ◄ ▼ Iteration 5452/6 ▼ Iteration 5452/6 Log Accountable: Dr. Ivanna Novakova Subject: Dr. Ivanna Novakova Procedure: Dr. Novakova will investigate SCP-5452 to study major modifications within its components. Notes: SCP-5452-L and SCP-5452-O are not corrupted but are acting in unusual ways. As SCP-5452-R are more strict now, both are trying to keep their façade as long as possible. SCP-5452-R reconstructed the metafictional ambient within SCP-5452 to better control it. The church that was located at the northeast of the city is now in the middle of the map, as it became the center of everything. Even if corrupted, SCP-5452-V and SCP-5452-E are still in the game. Both are glitching and their speaking texts present bugs and illegible phrases. SCP-5452-R seemingly can control both entities. Amity percentages are not increasing with any character, except SCP-5452-R. Even so, the option "Marry" is not appearing after getting 100% amity with SCP-5452-R. The only thing that is left to do is increasing the amity more and more. The current amity with SCP-5452-R is 126%. The only gifts that can be bought are SCP-5452-R favorite presents. This includes the items Rose Quartz Ring, Fairy Flower, Delicate Perfume, Holy Water, and Glittering Champagne. No signal of Diderot.aic. ► Incident 5452.2 ◄ ▼ Incident 5452.2 ▼ Incident 5452.2 Log FOREWORD: The event happened after SCP-5452-R decided to delete the options "Talk" and "Gift" from the other SCP-5452-2. SCP-5452-L and SCP-5452-O argued with the leading entity. <BEGIN-LOG> Mx. R, aren’t you exaggerating a bit? Yeah, dude. You’re really being too much. So Tweedledee and Tweedledum are now complaining about me? Excellency, don’t get me wrong, but your actions are corrupting the game. If you keep doing this, our world will be ruined. And we, like, live here. The game is fine. t̵̩͛̆h̴̤͎͋̎ĕ̵͈̰ ̵̟͉̀̂g̷͙̲̈́ā̷̭̈́ṃ̷͐e̴̺͜͝ ̶̢͉̏͝ĭ̵̧̺s̷̙̟͂͠ ̵̢̡̀f̶͊̔͜î̸̻̟ñ̷͖̫ē̶̝̟ Shit, get that zombie shit away from me. They creep me out. We’re not zombies. Nyah. w̵̥̉ė̷͙͌r̸̩̀̇ȅ̵͍͜ ̴͖̉n̸̫̑o̷̬̅́ẗ̷͕͙́ ̴̂̽͜ż̷͇̻o̸̦̦͋̎m̷̰͐͛b̴̪̞̔ḯ̸͇͜ë̸͈̩́ṣ̴̀̐ ̸̲̄n̴̨̐y̸̭̳͊a̶̡̹̕h̶̥̚ Are you even trying, Mx. R? Would it be any different if I tried? You should be happy that I haven’t done this to you yet. The real problem here, Excellency, is that your interferences in the game are turning it into a mess. There are glitches everywhere. You just noticed this now that you are being directly affected. You two have such big egos. Where were you when I was crying alone? ẅ̸̩̩́̊h̸̳̳̒͒e̴̪̻͐ŗ̶͑ȩ̴͆ ̶̤̄y̸͍͒͊ͅo̴̲̙͛̂u̵̦͠ͅ ̵̰̮̋ŵ̶͎͎̽ȩ̶̤͂r̸̭̗͌ȇ̶̛̙̫ ̷̟͋w̸̬̯̐̕ḫ̸̛͓̅e̷͈̖̎͘n̶̜͠ ̵̲̿ỉ̶̖͜ ̵͕͠w̸̡͊a̸͈̠͌͘s̴̪͊ ̶͙͊ċ̵̪̺͠r̸͕̾̃y̸̯̚͜ị̵̙͛n̸͈͎͂g̷̯̜̚ ̷̩̍͗a̶̙̔l̵͔̉̍ǫ̸̳̍n̵̛̟͛ë̴́͜?̵̧̞͆͛ Or when I tried to face R? ō̷̮̚r̶̹̼̈́ ̷͈̘͠w̷̼͒h̸͎͝e̷̲̲̿ṉ̵̀ ̸̩̈́̐i̷̩̝͊̈́ ̷͍͛͝ͅẗ̴̞́͝ͅr̴̰͒͌i̸̳̓e̸̩̰͊d̶̞̲́ ̵̪̜͊t̴̳͆ͅo̵͙͘ ̶͙̓f̷̃̀ͅa̵̞͗͜c̴̮͕̉e̵͇̱͋ ̷̼̣͊̋R̸͉͋?̶̜͓̃ Cut this shit, R. Now you’re just being obnoxious, Mx. R. Are you feeling sad ṝ̶͑ ̷̝͍̀̋ǘ̴̧̡̂ ̸̬̯͊f̸̛̤̠͆ẹ̵̞̌e̷̻̥͒͘l̷̡̹̅̚i̵̠͌̀n̴̻͂͆ǧ̸̫̫ ̷̡̐s̵̱͌̍ả̶͓ͅd̶̦́ seeing us like this? s̸̡̖͊̄e̸͍̓ȇ̸̪i̸̱̼̽ń̶̛̪g̵͓̏ͅ ̶̯̓̅u̵̲͉̐͒s̸̛̹͌ ̸͝ͅl̸̹͋̎ị̵͕̊̃k̷̤͝ë̸̬̙͝ ̵̥́̽ṫ̵̘h̶͖̾͘i̷̠͓̍͝s̸̱̿?̴͉͝ͅ I can’t, O. This shit is too fucked up. Alas, poor L. They are just teasing us, L. Well, they’ll get what they want. <END-LOG> AFTERWORD: SCP-5452-L confronted SCP-5452-R. SCP-5452-O decided to help its ally. Both were corrupted as well. ► Attached File #1 ◄ ▼ Attached File #1 ▼ To: Site Director Orlando Acosta From: Researcher Ivanna Novakova Subject: SCP-5452 Neutralization Dr. Acosta, As reported last time, SCP-5452 is neutralizing itself. I still feel that the object is full of potential to understand Pavon language and how its metafictional components react when constructing a society. Unfortunately, we couldn’t see the danger in using Diderot.aic at SCP-5452 and now we are dealing with its autodestruction. I’m sending you some proposals to be sent to higher administration. Those are ideas to save the object and try to recover it to its original state. I hope that you can at least choose one of these documents and try to get permission to initiate the procedures. Regards, Dr. Ivanna Novakova, Senior Researcher of the Division of Anomalous Programming, Head of Research for SCP-5452, Site-15 To: Researcher Ivanna Novakova From: Site Director Orlando Acosta Subject: Re:SCP-5452 Neutralization Dr. Novakova, I hate bringing bad news, but you need to know what is happening. All your proposals were denied by the Overseers as they were seen as too dangerous or too expensive. The imminent termination of the SCP-5452 by itself was seen as necessary for its study. The good news is that when SCP-5452 changes classification you’ll be reassigned to be Head of Research for another object. Your work was seen as superb by most of your superiors, so you don’t need to be afraid of retaliation due to what is happening to your current object. Talking to you as a friend, you should enjoy your two weeks break after SCP-5452 reclassification to clean your head. Your proposals proved to me that you are overworking with this object. Sincerely, Doctor Orlando Acosta, Site Director, Site-15. _ <Updates are pending. Click here to read the modifications. ><Showing Dr. Novakova’s update suggestions > WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/5452 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/5452 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Dr. Novakova’s Update Proposal Updates: As the Reboot Event changed the object as a whole, some updates are to be made on the article that talk about it. A list of updates was created by Dr. Novakova and is disponible below. SCP-5452 is to be reclassified as Euclid and its Risk Class to be changed to Caution. Special Containment Procedures are to be changed as follows: SCP-5452 is to be contained in a designed computer in Room 5452 at Site-15. This computer is not to be connected to any communication device in any circumstance. SCP-5452 is to be revised weekly by authorized personnel for inspection of the psychological and social behavior of the SCP-5452-1 instances. The research team was advised to watch for any behavior mirroring the acts of SCP-5452-R. Any presentation of emotion between SCP-5452-1 and any of the researchers is to be dealt with. The Metafiction Division is working with Site-15's psychologist to create a schedule to handle the entities’ emotional side, but the procedures are yet to be approved by the Ethics Committee. In the case of any notable alteration, the Research Team shall contact Site-15’s Psychologist. Other authorities are to be contacted only after the psychotechnic evaluation of the SCP-5452-1 entities. If this is necessary, the DIDEROT Protocol will be immediately initiated. Description will suffer major modification: The USB flash drive previously designated SCP-5452-1 was neutralized now that, without SCP-5452-R, it’s no longer the only device that can contain SCP-5452 files. SCP-5452-2 specimens were redesignated SCP-5452-1 for consistency. The new SCP-5452-1 object is to be added to the SCP-5452-1 descriptions. Its sheet can be seen in the attachments below. With the neutralization of both the flash drive and SCP-5452-R, descriptions and explanations about the entities are to be added as an addendum and deleted from the main description. The game name was changed to “LOVED”, so both the object designation and mentions to the previous name, “LOVER”, are to be updated. New description about the SCP-5452-1 entities may include: Their lack of memory from their existence before the Reboot or about SCP-5452-R. That their power over the game was shared equally between the specimens during the Reboot, so there is no leader figure anymore. Attached File #2 is to be added to a new addendum. Attachments: ► SCP-5452-D Character Sheet ◄ ▼ SCP-5452-D Character Sheet ▼ SCP-5452-D Character Name: Daniel File: D.anm Color: Orange In-Game Description: A strange angel that fell from heaven, Daniel is the guardian angel of the protagonist, always trying to protect them. Daniel’s love is pure and eternal. Favorite Location: The Church ► Attached File #2 ◄ ▼ Attached File #2 ▼ To: Researcher Ivanna Novakova From: Diderot.aic Subject: (No subject) Dr. Novakova, When you receive this text I’ll be gone. I decided that I should undo what I’ve created inside SCP-5452, so I hacked into the game and I am trying to fix it. The procedure is simple: I will become part of the game and will mix my files with SCP-5452-R’s files to become a new entity. I’ll temporarily maintain my conscience while doing so, but I'll lose all my memories and personality when the game reboots. I know you’re smart enough to understand the minutiae of what I’ll be doing, but that’s not why I’m sending this to you. As I studied SCP-5452 with you I felt the need to understand Love. You see, every SCP-5452-2 entity has their vision about Love: E’s Love is needy, it needs company, needs attention, needs contact. R’s Love is dominant, is all about control, about having the person for yourself and yourself only. V’s Love is about sacrifice and confidence. O and L’s Love is greedy and narcissistic, focused on themselves more than on the others. I was confused about that and I need to understand it. So I decided to do this, become part of the game. As SCP-5452-R got out of control due to my “emotional infection” and is the one that is controlling the game and making everyone’s life hell, they are the one that I’ll use to recreate the game. Hope you don’t get any punishment due to this. Have a good life, Dr. Novakova. Yours truly, Diderot.aic PS: I’ll leave a "backdoor entrance" in the object. If anything goes wrong after I’m gone, use it to reboot the game again by rearranging the game data. I suggest you name it DIDEROT Protocol. Wink, wink. ► You have one (1) new comment to the update proposal! ◄ ▼ No new comments to the update proposal ▼ Notice from O5 Council The events involving SCP-5452 are to be redesignated as classified to anyone below a level 4 clearance due to their unknown effects and deviation from the standard mechanics of how AIC units work. Personality Drive PATHOS/5 or Diderot.aic references are to be censured from any article that does not follow this rule. Research Team for SCP-5452 will be rearranged as the updates are being made. Important researchers and agents are to be promoted to Level 4 and/or 4/5452 clearance. Staff that are considered unfitting are to be amnesticized and reassigned for other objects. Any employee that acts against these exigences will be retaliated with reassignment or resignation, both accompanied by amnestization. - O5-11 Footnotes 1. ".anm" files, read "Data Log #1" for more information 2. Capacity of creating psionic links to read minds or send mental messages. 3. Power that permits the user to uncover someone's past by contact. 4. Extrasensory perception of feelings and emotions. 5. Psionic control over technology. 6. UE is the standard prefix for Unexplained Locations 7. "Incremental Code Routed Directly Through Arrays" 8. Latin word for "soul" 9. Living beings created by alchemical and/or thaumic means 10. UE-71135 11. SCP-5452-R is talking to the player, not directly to Dr. Novakova. |
SCP-5453 | euclid | SCP-5453 By: basirskipreader Published on 23 Mar 2021 00:01 Item #: SCP-5453 Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-5453 are to be stored in a standard air-gapped Foundation server. Physical copies of SCP-5453 are to be stored beside the server in a standard Foundation locker. In addition, ingredients to make an SCP-5453-1 instance, including an expert in hydromancy, are to be stored on-site. Description: SCP-5453 is an infohazardous recipe for sinigang na hipon. Any online medium that mentions the process of making SCP-5453 turns into a format resembling a recipe blog; however, physical copies of SCP-5453 are instead turned into a format resembling a recipe book. A previous copy of SCP-5453 when its infohazardous nature was not known can be found in Site-901. When a subject follows the instructions given by SCP-5453, they create an instance of SCP-5453, hereby referred to as SCP-5453-1. SCP-5453-1 is a bowl of shrimp sinigang. Subjects that consumes SCP-5453-1 expire instantaneously. Expiration from SCP-5453 resemble anaphylaxis due to shrimp allergies, however, reports from test subjects of SCP-5453-1 report the expiration as being peaceful. Although the instructions given by SCP-5453 makes an SCP-5453-1 instance, when any part of SCP-5453 is not followed, a non-anomalous bowl of shrimp sinigang manifests. Interview and Documents Pertaining to SCP-5453: Below are various interviews the Foundation conducted that references SCP-5453. Interviewed: Josie Bautista Interviewer: Researcher Danielle Prologue Interview was done under the guise of a documentary about the Marcos regime. [Irrelevant information removed for brevity] Danielle: Can you tell me more about your daughter? Bautista: She was a cute little girl. Inherited most of her attitude from her mother, with my hard-headedness and motivation. [Bautista points to a picture of him and his daughter posing in front of the Univeristy of the Philippines Oblation Statue] Bautista: There she is, posing with me after she graduated valedictorian in her batch! Danielle: She must've been a very bright girl. Bautista: Every time she would come home, her eyes would shine as she told me the various things they did with their organization, like feed the poor and house the homeless. Until she didn't come home one day. Bautista: The next day, I see her and her friends on TV being arrested and sent to Bilibid1 for being Communists! Communists! Would you believe that my baby girl, the person who would take care of stray animals and feed them till they grew up, a Communist?! Bautista: I packed my bags and went out to Manila, hopefully to return to Baguio with her beside me. Bautista: When I arrived in Bilibid, I asked to visit my daughter, and when I took a look at her… [Bautista shows a piece of parchment to Danielle] Bautista: Someone once said to me that I should only use this recipe to stop someone who's suffering in pain. That recipe ensured that all people died a peaceful death. I had to do what I had to do. Danielle: What was the recipe you made? Bautista: Ah, it was her favorite dish. Add a tamarind, a pinch of saltwater, and some shrimp, and it's a dish she will eat after swimming in the sea. You know, I got that from my mother. She taught me what I needed to make the recipe. Never have I thought I would use this recipe. Danielle: Condolences, Ms. Bautista. I know the feeling of watching someone waste away without guidance on what to do. [Irrelevant information removed for brevity] Epilogue: As Bautista has shown considerable knowledge regarding the existence of SCP-5453, a request to accompany her during her daily life has been filed. The usage of amnestics has been shown to prevent these kinds of cases to occuring, however, due to Bautista's knowledge regarding SCP-5453, it may be a waste of resources and documentation to erase the knowledge Bautista has about the anomaly — Researcher Danielle. Interviewed: Josie Bautista Interviewer: Researcher Danielle Prologue: To establish better relations with Bautista along with gathering more information about the anomaly, Danielle accompanied Bautista to Manila Bay. Bautista: You know, my daughter used to love halo-halo. She would always pester me to buy some whenever we went out to go shopping. [Danielle mixes her halo-halo] Danielle: She sounds like she was a wonderful girl, indeed. Danielle: Speaking of foods, do you know anything about that sinigang recipe you used? Bautista: Ah, that. Truth be told, I didn't make that recipe, it was only taught to me by someone I knew closely. She says that recipe has been passed down from her mother, and her mother before that, and her mother before that, and on and on and on. Bautista: This recipe of mine is actually a variation of what the Marcoses used. Danielle: I can't believe that the Marcoses used… these kinds of magic. Bautista: It was effective at disposing of a political dissident. Just feed someone the sinigang, wait a few minutes, then they drop dead. I should know, Marcos himself hired me and a group of my close relatives to create another version of that. Danielle: What did they do to your recipe? Bautista: You could say they "improved" it. Made it worked faster. Doesn't kill you, though. Turns you into a puddle of meat they can extract information out of. You would be surprised how much prisoners the Marcoses used this technique to torture their opponents. Reverse the effects, amnesticize them so they forget about the torture but remember the trauma, repeat until they are willing to break. Danielle: That's so… horrible. Bautista: And if you weren't willing to break? Then they'll just beat you up and throw you into a barrel. They called it the "Trajano method". Danielle: And all of these was done inside Bilibid? Bautista: Did you know that most of the Marcos' regime's victims' bodies were never found? The ones that were were located mostly in Bilibid. [Bautista chuckles] Bautista: And to think it would be used against my daughter. Danielle: My condolences, Ms. Josie. Bautista: Thank the Lord that Corazaon decided that it was too cruel and burned every copy of Marcos' version of the recipe. Bautista: Now I hold the only physical copy of the recipe, and I hope it dies with me. Bautista: Would you like to walk around the malls with me? I can treat you. Danielle: Sure, with pleasure, Josie. [Extreaneuous information removed for brevity] [Danielle and Bautista are in a Ferris wheel, eating taho] Bautista: You remind me of my daughter. The way she talks, the way she walks, sometimes, I pretend you were there all along. Danielle: That's nice to hear from you. Bautista: Haha, you even have her attitude! Bautista: Sometimes, I wonder what would've happened if she wasn't caught. Sometimes, I stay up at night, thinking what would've happen if I didn't accept Marcos' offer to create him that recipe. Maybe those countless nights spent working on the perfect recipe to fulfill his requirements, being the lead researcher on a project that was designed to torture innocent lives, maybe it would've been spent creating something… better. Danielle: Sometimes it really just feels like the world is out to destroy what you have built, huh. Bautista: In that case, I hope the world does try to destroy what I've done. I don't know how will I forgive myself for what I have done. Danielle: Self-compassion takes a long time to achieve, Josie. It may take you 10 days, it may take you 10 months, it may take you 10 years, however, as long as you regret what you have done, I believe that anyone can be at peace with themselves. Bautista: Ha, when I ever forgive myself and go straight to Heaven, I hope my daughter will also forgive me for what I have done to her. Danielle: I'm sure she will, Josie. I'm sure she will. Bautista: Just call me Tita. [Danielle hugs Bautista] Danielle: Okay po Tita. [Extreneuous information removed for brevity] [Danielle and Bautista sit at a bench, currently watching the sun set over the Manila Bay.] Bautista: Thank you for accompanying me, Danielle. I really appreciate it. Danielle: No, thank you, Tita. You've made my day a little less depressing. Bautista: My conversation with you has made me realized a lot of things about myself. Danielle: Me too, me too. Bautista: Would you mind visiting me every once in a while? Danielle: I wouldn't mind. Interviewed: Josie Bautista Interviewer: Researcher Danielle Prologue: As Bautista was recently admitted to the hospital for arsenic poisoning, Researcher Danielle has decided to give Bautista her well-wishes in the Chinese General Hospital. Bautista: Y-you came. Danielle: Why won't I come to my Tita? Bautista: Haha, now you sound like her too. Danielle: What's the diagnosis? Bautista: …Doctor says I have a few days to live. Danielle: Don't worry, Tita. I will make sure you will get the best medicine here in the Philippines. [Bautista raises her hand] Bautista: No need to. I've lived long enough. Danielle: But… you've treated me so kindly! It's natural that I repay you! Bautista: There's no need to repay me. After all, you've been with me in my twilight years, and that is enough for me. Danielle: If there's anything that I can do, please tell me. Bautista: I actually do have two requests. [Bautista hands over a piece of parchment to Danielle] Bautista: Please find a way I can die peacefully in my sleep. Danielle: I will do so, Tita. Bautista: Please burn the parchment so no one will relearn how to do this. No one should deserve to learn this, after what I have done. Danielle: I promise, Tita. [Bautista hugs Danielle] Bautista: Thank you, for letting me fulfill my wish. Danielle: I hope I've been a good daughter to you. Bautista: Would you sit by me as I eat my last meal? Danielle: I will. Epilogue: Per Bautista's wishes, Researcher Danielle prepared and fed him SCP-5453-1. In addition, she properly disposed of SCP-5453-1 per Foundation policy. Bautista's copy of SCP-5453 has been sent to Site-901 for safekeeping. You have one(1) new message! Re:SCP-5453 To: Danielle Romualdez From: B███b███ M█████ Subject: SCP-5453 Good job on dispatching Bautista. Your payment will be sent after 7 days. Thank you for sending over the recipe, it was just in time for election season too. If you manage to quietly dispose of more people, we might win this coming election and your pay will increase massively. Your next target is Angelo Velasco, anartist. Good luck, and remember, history is written by the victors, and you will be part of that victory. Footnotes 1. The New Bilibid Person is a jail built during the Spanish Era to house prisoners. During the Marcos era, it was used to house political dissidents along with Camp Krame ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5453" by basirskipreader, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5453. 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-5454 | keter | Terratoma close Info X SCP-5454: Terratoma Author: Mortos If you like this, check out some of my other articles: SCP-4744 (+54) SCP-3122 (+306) SCP-1798 (+105) More by Mortos Item #: SCP-5454 Special Containment Procedures: Software running on medical scanning equipment (Ultrasound, MRIs, CT Scanners, etc.) is to be modified to hide the presence of SCP-5454 and alert Foundation assets upon detection. People affected by SCP-5454 are to be treated by Foundation doctors until it is safe to release them. Terminal patients are to be housed in a blast-resistant containment chamber until they expire. Description: SCP-5454 is a disease affecting humans that behaves like, and superficially resembles, various types of cancer. Despite the nature of SCP-5454, affected people remain largely asymptomatic until the final stage of the disease. SCP-5454 progression follows a number of distinct phases. SCP-5454 begins as microscopic particles in the chest and abdomen, centred around the celiac plexus.1 These particles break the surrounding tissue down into base elements, incorporating the material into their mass, though even at their largest size2 they remain undetectable by conventional scanning methods. After four to six weeks the particles move through the body, congregating in a dense particulate cluster surrounding the celiac plexus. The cluster will then condense, forming a single central mass and one to six satellite masses. Affected people may feel slight vibrations in their chest as a result of this process. Once the central mass has reached sufficient size3 it will ignite, forming a sphere of dense plasma. Despite the intense heat produced by this sphere, the surrounding tissue will not be significantly damaged; a brief sensation of heartburn may be felt during the initial ignition, but the heat generated cannot be detected on the surface of the body. The satellite masses will then orbit the central mass, temporarily displacing the surrounding tissue as they move. This stage can last for between six months and five years, depending on the size of the central mass. During this stage, satellite masses remain active and tend to change over time. Additional smaller masses formed from the remaining particulate matter are common, and frequently enter the orbits of larger satellite masses. Collisions between these bodies have also been observed to occur, commonly resulting in a single larger mass, but occasionally leaving smaller fragmentary masses which take up new orbits around the centre. The first major noticeable symptoms occur towards the end of the disease's process, in the form of fever and extreme hot flashes. This indicates that the central mass has become unstable. Two to five days following the onset of these symptoms, the central mass will detonate. This is invariably fatal, and typically results in significant damage to the surrounding environment. A cause or trigger for the development of SCP-5454 has yet to be determined. Incident 5454/01: On 10/02/2018 a patient suffering from SCP-5454 entered the terminal phase and was confined to a blast-resistant chamber as per containment procedures. He was still alive 11 days later. X-rays revealed the presence of a number of unidentified metallic structures surrounding the central mass, and radio waves were detected emanating from both the structures and one of the satellite masses. The waves consist of large numbers of radio transmissions. Analysis of the transmissions have confirmed the presence of voices speaking in one or more unknown languages, along with what is believed to be compressed video data. The patient has been designated SCP-5454-1. Attempts at translating the language and decoding the video format are ongoing. Footnotes 1. Also known as the solar plexus. 2. 15-30μm 3. Typically 4-6cm. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5454" by Mortos, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5454. 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-5455 | keter | MRI scan of a deceased SCP-5455-1 instance. ITEM #: 5455 CONTAINMENT CLASS: KETER Special Containment Procedures: Persons in or near Valdez, Alaska who become suddenly and unexpectedly mute are to be considered SCP-5455-1 instances and are to be terminated via fumigation. Persons in or near Valdez who suddenly experience formication1 will inevitably become SCP-5455-1 instances, and are to be terminated via fumigation. Corpses of persons who exhibited either of the above symptoms prior to death are to be fumigated. Persons sleeping in the same household as a fumigated person/corpse are to be separately quarantined in Provisional Site-188 until further notice. Due to Valdez's small and isolated population, Foundation monitoring of Richardson Highway and Port Valdez has been effective in controlling travel in and out of the township. Description: SCP-5455 is a breed of carpenter ant found in Valdez, Alaska which engages in abnormal parasitic behavior. A colony of SCP-5455 infects humans by tunneling through the cribriform plate in the nose and entering the skull (usually at night, when potential hosts would be sleeping). Once inside the skull, SCP-5455 chews deep channels into the host's motor cortex until it has been entirely destroyed. This prevents the host from voluntarily moving, but still allows automatic functions such as breathing and consciousness. This also exposes multiple blood vessels, which SCP-5455 uses to crawl into the host's circulatory system. The circulatory system allows access to the spinal cord, which is stimulated at various points to control the host's movement2. At this point, the host has been fully infected, and is reclassified as an instance of SCP-5455-1. SCP-5455-1 instances will attempt to emulate the host's daily routine, blend into human society, and discreetly infect others. While SCP-5455-1 instances are capable of replicating most human functions, they are incapable of replicating complex motor functions. These include (but are not limited to) speaking, writing by hand, and operating motor vehicles. SCP-5455-1 instances are able to understand language and type on keyboards. Addendum 5455.1: Several carpenter ants were found within Provisional Site-188 after two consecutive days of heavy rain. It is unknown whether these carpenter ants are members of SCP-5455. Efforts to seal Provisional Site-188 are ongoing. Foundation monitoring of local stores has also detected a dramatic increase in insecticide purchasing. Addendum 5455.2: Michael Crooner, an SCP-5455-1 instance, has been frozen alive at Provisional Site-188 for further research. Crooner was identified as an SCP-5455-1 instance after he was arrested for entering a hospital while holding a bloody paring knife in his right hand. While the reason SCP-5455 guided Crooner to the hospital is unknown, it was likely to treat the multiple lateral cuts which had removed almost all of the skin on his left arm. These cuts exposed roughly 160 carpenter ants, which were using Crooner's blood vessels to crawl into and out of his open wounds when he was frozen. Michael Crooner's health records do not indicate a history of self-harm prior to this incident. However, they do state that Crooner is a diagnosed insomniac. Addendum 5455.3: Separately quarantining civilians at Provisional Site-188 has become unsustainable. To help preserve space, civilians who have been quarantined for over 3 days and exhibit no symptoms of SCP-5455 infection are to be quarantined together. Addendum 5455.4: On 01/08/2017, Head Researcher Ussak used a terminal at Provisional Site-188 to transmit the following emergency message: THEY'RE IN MY VEINS A secondary team was deployed to terminate Head Researcher Ussak along with all other infected Foundation personnel. Upon arrival, the secondary team was unable to locate any Foundation personnel at Provisional Site-188, Richardson Highway, or Port Valdez. Records from the Port Valdez containment team referred to 22 sailboats, rowboats, canoes, and other motorless boats which were unaccounted for in the secondary team’s search of Port Valdez. Monitoring of Alaska’s southern coastline is ongoing. Footnotes 1. A feeling that insects are crawling underneath one's skin. 2. The circulatory system is also used as an egg hatchery and larva nursery. 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SCP-5456 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-5456 Special Containment Procedures: Although no anomalous phenomena or events have been recorded regarding SCP-5456, its classification is maintained due to reasonable suspicion of such activity and the substantial disruption of local community normalcy caused by the disappearance of SCP-5456. Family and other social relations to SCP-5456 have been interviewed extensively and offer no useful information. The property SCP-5456 operated from has been retrofitted under a "Poisoned Waterhole" disinformation protocol, and fortified against entry. Surveillance recordings of the property are to be reviewed once daily. Description: SCP-5456 was a group formerly organized out of the "Get Jacked" health club located in a strip mall in Texarkana, Arkansas. SCP-5456 operated from 2002 up until its disappearance in May of 2012. SCP-5456 is the designation for employees, customers, and owners of the facility. SCP-5456 consisted of 146 long term members, each of which were commonly employed as business owners, landlords, military, law enforcement, or those in similar positions of authority, and related family. The present location of SCP-5456 and the cause of their disappearance is unknown. Social relations of SCP-5456 commonly expressed confusion regarding the disappearance, and did not report anything unusual regarding SCP-5456. SCP-5456 was discovered following the national broadcast of a local news report regarding the disappearances. A budget handover was facilitated following an inconclusive FBI/UIU investigation. Get Jacked health club was outfitted with 4 industrial humidifiers which operated year-round on a low setting for the 9 years it was in operation. Temperature in the facility was fixed to 32°C. A storage compartment in the locker room contained a makeshift fractional distillation apparatus, presumably used to gather nitrogen. Also installed were drip tanks which housed nitrogen filtered from the indoor air. Other containers in the facility contained this liquid nitrogen with a mixture of salt water and ammonia. The basement of the facility was filled with storage vessels containing this mixture; thirty 50l kegs, 3 rows of wall mounted aquariums encircling the basement room (200000 L), and several buckets which were presumably placed to catch water leaking from the basement ceiling, which had significant water damage. Carpet and surfaces in the facility at time of discovery were water-logged and warped, covered in black mold Stachybotrys chartarum. It is not confirmed that the mold was always present or accumulated due to disuse. It is likely (based on chemical composition of the mixture found in the basement) NO was extracted from human lungs using a lavage or lung irrigation process, following inhalation of the black mold, then combined with ammonia or sweat to produce the N20 found at the club. Biological signatures and traces of inflamed or destroyed hemocytes in the liquid suggest all produce in the facility has a unique origin and is completely recycled. SCP-5456 were CrossFit brand affiliates and maintained a ledger of modified rules and strictures, although mainly adhering to functions typical of this program. Individuals affiliated with SCP-5456 abstained when possible from the usage of most machines, and non-animal foods, excluding fruiting plants or nuts. Literature and training videos placed an unusual emphasis on "the sweat", "sweating it out", and unusual terms and phrases such as "sweatmother" or, "soupdad?". It is believed these terms refer to progress or status within the group. SCP-5456 were encouraged to work until muscle failure, and commendations were made if a member lost consciousness while performing with particularly egregious levels of resistance. UPDATE: Further review suggests the outlet containing the former SCP-5456 may have been in use as a fitness facility since the late 1950's. 2/06/2016: Hard drives connected to security cameras in the facility were mostly destroyed due to water damage. Data reconstruction efforts have revealed assorted audio; the only timestamp legible reads May 5th, of an unknown year, at 5:42 AM. The tapes are dominated by a masculine voice. Speaker: Are you my dad, Chet? Speaker: Susan, are you my dad? Voice: No. Speaker: Where's my dad then? Speaker: We can be human, yeah we can be respectful, but we can't tolerate chaos. You have to be our[sic] own dads. Voice: I'm… Speaker: Remember to stay hydrated Chet. Voice: Okay. Speaker: (aggressive shouting) (indiscernible) …and now every day is 9/11. Voice: So I just suck up gas like this? Speaker: Damnit. Yes. Sorry. Yes honey. Just wrap your lips around the canister and inhale. Now, it's going to make you giggle, but I need to hear you to say what happened that day without laughing. (sound of a continuous stream of liquid hitting a larger body of liquid) Speaker: (shouting) No! We don't do it that way! It's the sweat! Sweat it out! Voice: I think I can honestly say I'm my own dad. Voice: I don't think I could have said that a year ago when I walked in here, but, yeah. (labored laughing) I'm my dad. (heavy breathing) Don't get me wrong. I don't like being a dad. Voice: (sound of dumbbells dropping) I'm sorry Bill, can you repeat that to me a little louder, one more time? (Silence, sound of feet shuffling.) (Sound of person gulping continuously for two minutes.) Speaker: You wouldn't even know to say that if you never came here. Speaker: Do you have the sinthome. Speaker: Did you know just last week a Starbucks down the street got its windows broken? A Starbucks. You know what people do in a Starbucks? Voice: What's a Starbucks? Speaker: They serve energy drinks. Voice: (coughing) Whole world's going to shit. Speaker: They drink the energy drinks in the Starbucks. That's what people go there to do. You just pay for the drink with money. Someone's dad drove a Subaru right through the front of the building. Screaming, flying glass shards, big spectacle. Furious, furious type of man. Can you believe it? I can only imagine the anger in his heart. They squeeze the energy out of damned beans, Chet. 5/04/2017: 1 bottle of Gatorade, Lemon Lime was discovered in a hidden compartment in the attic during a routine checkup. It is not known if the item was initially overlooked or was placed there after initial inspection. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5456" by faminepulse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5456. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-5457 | euclid | close Info X My author page Item#: 5457 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Item #: SCP-5457 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the unfeasibility of containing all SCP-5457 instances, they are to be contained on-site in their dwellings under Lake Grenouilleau. The Foundation is to regulate tourism and research in the region of Lake Grenouilleau to prevent said dwellings from being discovered. Food supplies and materials for the manufacturing of common goods are to be regularly delivered to prevent the need for expeditions. Additional resources and security consultants have been allocated to aid SCP-5457 in concealing themselves, and ensure them that the Foundation is protecting them from the public. Dr. Graham is currently overseeing an exchange programme with SCP-5457's scientific community. No personnel interacting with SCP-5457 should be of French origin. During interactions with instances, personnel should often make references to the popularity of frogs as an ingredient in French cuisine. Description: SCP-5457 refers to a population of approximately 23,000 sapient anthropomorphic beings living in a vast system of partially flooded underground caves and tunnels, located under and around lake Grenouilleau in France. These passages were originally natural formations, but have been expanded by SCP-5457 to extract mineral resources and obtain more living space. SCP-5457 instances bear resemblance to amphibians of the anura order. Instances are on average 1.50m tall, bipedal, have varying body shapes, and display different skin colours and patterns. These colours and patterns are often similar to non-anomalous frog species, including some not found in France or Europe. These similarities are only superficial and are not associated with any unique characteristics. Contrary to most non-anomalous frog species, both male and female instances have a vocal sac. SCP-5457 instances are capable of secreting a toxic mucus, the quantity and potency of which is influenced by an instance's health. This mucus, when ingested by a human, will cause intestinal pain, fevers and delirium. These symptoms generally subside after a day, and will have no long-term effects1. SCP-5457 are terrified of the French people, who they believe would hunt and eat them if they were discovered. Subsequently, the community has developed a cultural obsession with isolation and secrecy; very few instances ever leave their dwellings. SCP-5457 instances consider themselves citizens of the "République de Basse-Grenouillie" (Republic of Under-Frogia) which is lead by a democratic assembly of 24 elected officials, with elections being held every 4 years. The Republic of Under-Frogia possesses a standing professional army tasked with fortifying and defending every entry point into Under-Frogian territory. A small force within this army consists of highly trained scavengers, who venture outside their dwellings to look for specific or new resources necessary for the upkeep of their society, such as raw materials not found in caves, seeds from surface plants or insects that would serve as novelty snacks. Scavengers are seen as bold and heroic figures due to the high risk involved if they were spotted. Since signing the treaty with SCP-5457, the Foundation has provided them with a regular flow of supplies, in exchange for which scavengers have stopped venturing to the surface. Personnel assigned to Dr Graham's exchange project should consult document 5457-C for more information about SCP-5457's society and culture. Addendum 1 Discovery In 2014, researchers from the League for the Protection of Birds (LPO) noticed a decline in the population of a number of bird species in the area of Lake Grenouilleau. Teams were sent in the field to investigate this, and discovered that it was caused by the sharp decline in the populations of local insects, worms and slugs, which the birds fed on. However, the area was still well-suitable for wildlife and no recent human activity could explain this change. The researchers were not able to find any leads and shared their worries with the rest of the organization, at which point embedded Foundation agents became aware of this unexplained occurrence. As per protocol, field agents were sent to the area to search for any potential anomalies. Included is the log of Agents Michelle Duvarier and André Molin's first encounter with SCP-5457. Field agents Duvarier and Molin are posted in a wooden cabin in the forest near Lake Grenouilleau. They are dressed as hunters in order to roam the area without issue. This log, which was recorded from agent Duvarier's body camera on the third night of their mission, is translated from French. The camera's low angle indicates that agent Duvarier is reclining in a chair. She is using her phone to read through messages on SciPNET, and occasionally looks through the window. This continues for half an hour before sound can be heard from the door and agent Duvarier turns to see agent Molin enter the cabin. Duvarier: See anything out there? Molin: Nothing. You? Duvarier: Well I did see a beautiful owl but- Molin: A bird of prey! Do you think it could have been the anomaly? Duvarier: No, just an owl. Agent Molin throws his hat on the ground and slumps in a chair. He sighs, visibly frustrated. Duvarier: Woah, what's wrong, André? Molin: It's just… this is my first big mission in the field, you know? Before that I was on the clean-up teams. So when I was assigned to go look for an anomaly with a pro like you, I thought this was my time to shine, do well enough to get noticed by the higher-ups. But no, instead we're just stuck patrolling some random forest where nothing happens. Duvarier: We're looking for a potential anomaly. It's not even guaranteed that there's anything out there. The Foundation tries to stay on top of things and reacts fast, but that means we often get sent on false leads. And you know what? That's fine with me. Molin: But… disappearing birds and insects. What do you think is causing that? Duvarier: I don't know, global warming? My point is, missions where nothing happens are a thing, get used to it. Trust me, work here long enough, and you'll learn to appreciate the chance to catch a break. Molin: Wait, shush, do your hear that? Duvarier stops talking. The sound of a car engine can be heard in the distance. The agents look at each other, grab binoculars from the table and move to the window facing the direction of the sound. A van is seen parking at the end of a nearby path, from which exit two individuals equipped with observation and recording equipment. A blue logo representing a puffin bird is present on the side of the van and on the individuals' jackets. Duvarier: Oh, it's just the guys from the LPO. Molin: They're still here? Duvarier: Well yeah. They're still concerned about whatever is happening here, and without proof of an active anomaly we can't meddle with their research just yet. No need to worry about them though. Molin: I see. I'm still going to keep an eye on them though. Just in case. Duvarier shrugs and returns to her seat. Molin remains by the window. Both agents discuss their plans for the next day, Duvarier volunteers for an early morning patrol to check the footage from cameras she had installed in the area the day prior. Despite the two LPO employees leaving the area on foot, Molin keeps watching their vehicle. Forty minutes pass, before he suddenly jolts and motions for Duvarier to join him. Duvarier does not say anything but picks up her binoculars and heads for the window. Upon looking at the LPO's van, she gasps and activates her body camera's night vision function. An SCP-5457 instance can be seen crawling towards the van. The instance is clothed in a dark-green uniform and carries an iron-tipped spear. Molin (whispering): Is it just me or is that a frog person? Duvarier (whispering): Well shit André, looks like you found your anomaly after all. Molin: Should we move in? Duvarier: Hold your horses. There's a chance it's not alone. We play it safe: observe it, follow it discreetly and report it. Molin: Got it. The agents continue watching the instance's actions. As it reaches the van, it nervously looks around and pokes the van with the blunt end of its spear. After doing so for a few seconds, it then uses the sharp end to jam open the van's hood, and leans in to inspect the contents. It removes the oil container and begins to slowly retreat, once again casting nervous glances around. Duvarier: It's bringing that back somewhere. Let's move. And remember, keep your distance. Molin: Of course. The agents begin following the instance as it picks up pace, avoiding its notice. After a few minutes, Lake Grenouilleau comes into view. The instance stops near the shore, inflates its vocal sac and lets out a loud and long croak. Other croaks are heard nearby and two other instances come out of the woods to gather around the first. These instances are carrying spears and large bags filled with unknown contents. A fourth instance exits from a bush in front of the agents and notices them. It screams and hops over five meters before running towards the lake. The other instances are startled by this and dive into the water. Agent Molin begins chasing after the fourth instance. Duvarier: Shit! André stop, be careful. Molin: Hey you, wait! Let's talk! You can talk right? Do you speak French? SCP-5457-1 (screaming): STAY BACK YOU MONSTER! The instance turns around and throws its spear, puncturing agent Molin in the chest. Agent Duvarier swears and shoots her hunting rifle, hitting the instance in its neck with a tranquillizer dart. The instance slumps to the ground, while Agent Duvarier rushes to perform first-aid on agent Molin. After this incident, Agent Molin was treated for his injuries and managed a full recovery. Mild amounts of toxins were discovered within his bloodstream, but no complications arose. The captured instance was brought to Site-██. It proved extremely uncooperative and had to be subdued when it attacked testing staff, displaying both advanced combat training, and extreme panic. Interviewed: SCP-5457-1 Interviewer: Dr Béranger <Begin Log> Dr Béranger enters the room, escorted by two security guards. SCP-5457-1 is sat in a chair, bound by high-security full-body restraints as it had previously displayed the ability to coat its limbs in mucus to slip away from standard restraints. Its eyes fixate on Dr Béranger's white lab-coat. SCP-5457-1: Fuck me, a Chef. Dr Béranger: Hum? No, I'm not one of the Department Chiefs here. Dr Béranger stands 2 meters in front of the instance while the guards take positions on the sides. Dr Béranger: I am here to ask you some questions about yourself and your people. Based on your cooperation, your stay here could be made more comfortable. May I have your name first? SCP-5457-1: Sergeant Martin Duval. And you'd better not think I'll betray my people. No matter what kinds of knives you use! Dr Béranger: Knives? No, we have better ways of making you talk. SCP-5457-1 gulps. SCP-5457-1: You mean like… grates? Dr Béranger: I meant more like denial of accommodations and privileges. You seem to have concerns about torture, is it a common practice in your army? SCP-5457-1: Acting nice isn't going to work. I know what you people are capable of, you'll get nothing from me. Dr Béranger: Look I get it, you're a graded officer, you have your sense of duty. But we don't have to be enemies here. SCP-5457-1 shakes its head and remains silent. Its throat slightly swells. Dr Béranger: How about this: once you get a feel of the cell, you can tell me if there's anything you want. And if you answer a few questions along with that, I'll see about getting you those things. SCP-5457-1 stares silently at Dr Béranger. It appears to chew on something. Dr Béranger: See? I can tell there's something that has you worked up. Tell me about it. SCP-5457-1 takes in a deep breath. Dr Béranger: There we go, come on, spit it out. SCP-5457-1 expels a large volume of bile aimed at Dr Béranger's face. Dr Béranger screams and falls to the ground. One of the guards rushes to him while the other tightens SCP-5457-1's restraints. SCP-5457-1 appears exhausted by its action, but is seen to smile as both guards leave the room to carry Dr Béranger to the medical ward. <End Log> Notes: Dr Béranger experienced sharp intestinal pain and high fevers for two days, after which symptoms subsided and he was able to return to work. Medical staff were able to develop an antitoxin, a stock of which was produced in anticipation of further aggressive behaviour from SCP-5457-1. SCP-5457-1 remained uncooperative during following interview attempts, providing no new information and attempting to attack staff. Meanwhile, agents in the area of Lake Grenouilleau observed more SCP-5457 instances scavenging for resources, acting in pairs or bigger groups. No attempts to capture these instances were made. Instead, agents followed them, leading to the discovery of the expansive cave system which housed the Republic of Under-Frogia. A force of 25 field agents were sent to explore the cave system and gather information on the anomaly. Their advance was hampered by several traps, which forced 5 agents to retreat to the surface due to wounds suffered. 3 hours in, the remaining agents arrived in front of heavily fortified ramparts, where they were met with fire from artillery and siege weapons. The exploration was deemed a failure, as 7 agents lost their lives and the remaining 13 suffered injuries before fleeing. Further engagements yielded no progress and the situation evolved into a siege, with casualties on both sides. SCP-5457-1 continued to provide no information during interviews, until Agent Molin requested to speak with it. Interviewed: SCP-5457-1 Interviewer: Agent André Molin, Agent Michelle Duvarier <Begin Log> Agents Molin and Duvarier enter the observation room adjacent to SCP-5457-1's cell. Agent Duvarier flicks a switch, making the glass panel see-through. SCP-5457-1, who had been laying on its sleeping bag2 is startled and stands up. It squints towards Agent Molin. SCP-5457-1: You. I thought I killed you. Agent Molin slaps his chest. Molin: Yeah, you tried to. But we have some pretty good doctors here. SCP-5457-1: I see, that is why I was kept alive so long. They waited until you recovered, so that you could eat me as payback. Molin: What? No! That's not what's going on here! Duvarier: From what we've gathered, it seems you are afraid that we'll eat you. Why? Is it because you're a frog and we're French? Is that really all there is to it? SCP-5457-1: Yes. We've seen what you do to those like us. We know what you've done to us. Why do you think we hide from you? Duvarier: Oh come on. Frog legs aren't even that popular of an ingredient! I've tried them once and thought they weren't good. What about you Molin? Molin: I wouldn't know, I'm a vegetarian. Duvarier: See? We're not a threat to you. SCP-5457-1: If you think your lies are enough to get me to betray my people, you- Duvarier: Actually, we already found where they live. SCP-5457-1's face turns a pale shade of green. It looks horrified. SCP-5457-1: Then all is lost. We're doomed. Duvarier: That's the thing, you're not. All we want for now is to speak with whoever is in charge down there, but your people are too hostile. They've been pushing us back SCP-5457-1: Of course, the soldiers of the Republic would not fall so easily. Molin: But they will. We can't just ignore an anomalous population big enough to have an army. For now, your people have had the upper hand, but it won't last if we decide to escalate things. You've seen what we can do, do you really think your people will hold out? SCP-5457-1 remains silent. Duvarier: He's right, if the higher-ups decide to start sending in the big guns, your defences won't mean a thing. If you cooperate though, we can convince them to wait for a while. Molin: You're a soldier, you have a duty to your people. If you really want to help them, you need to help us get through to them without a fight. SCP-5457-1: I… I need time to think about this. <End Log> Over the next four days, SCP-5457-1 requested to speak with both agents on several occasions. During these exchanges, it asked about the nature of the Foundation and its intentions in regards to its people, the state of hostilities between both parties, as well as repeatedly asking both agents whether they found it appetizing or not. After these four days it once again asked to speak to the agents, stating that it was ready to cooperate. Interviewed: SCP-5457-1 Interviewer: Agent André Molin, Agent Michelle Duvarier <Begin Log> Agents Molin and Duvarier enter the interview room and sit at the table, opposite to SCP-5457-1. It visibly flinches but steadies itself. Duvarier: Alright Martin, let's hear it. SCP-5457-1: Well, they won't negotiate with anyone who's French. It's taken me all this to even start to maybe trust you, but the ones down there would sooner eat their own skin than hear you out3. Molin: Yeah, we figured. We're ready to bring in personnel from other countries. But do you have anything that could actually help us win their trust? SCP-5457-1: Food. Molin: Pardon? SCP-5457-1: Whoever you send, they should bring food with them. Almost all of our crops and cattle were decimated by an epidemic. Our food reserves dwindled, so we scavengers were sent out in large numbers to bring back resources. Duvarier: Which caused the drop in the local wildlife that brought us there in the first place. SCP-5457-1: Exactly. But with your forces laying siege, my comrades can't go out anymore. The food situation must be really bad right now, so if your people help with that, mine will be grateful. Agent Molin stands up and walks towards the exit. He looks back before speaking. Molin: I'll let the higher-ups know about this. Thanks a lot Sergeant, you've been a great help to us and to your people. He closes the door behind him. SCP-5457-1: I hope I made the right choice. Duvarier: Yeah, relax. We're not really keen on shooting anomalies, so we really wanted to settle this peacefully. Plus, I've been speaking with containment staff, and they said that we'll have to help your people stay hidden down there. They'll be safe and sound, I promise. SCP-5457-1: Thank you. And… do you know if I'll be allowed to go back to them? Duvarier: I'm not sure. For now, they still want to keep you here as a negotiation asset and to run more tests. If we want to collaborate with your people, we need to know how you work. SCP-5457-1 sighs and looks down. SCP-5457-1: I see. Well if they need one of us kept here, I'm glad it had to be me rather than anyone else. Duvarier: Hero complex eh? SCP-5457-1: No, just doing my duty. Duvarier: I can understand that. <End Log> After these events, a force of Foundation agents from the United Kingdom staged an assault on the French agents besieging SCP-5457's defences. After successfully “driving back” the French force, they presented SCP-5457 with food supplies, the contents of which had been suggested by SCP-5457-1. This allowed Foundation leadership to begin negotiations with the Republic of Under-Frogia's governing Assembly, leading to the signing of treaties that established current containment. Addendum 2 Exchange Logs Dr Graham, head of the SCP-5457 exchange programme reports satisfying results. Studies of SCP-5457's scientific community have lead to many non-anomalous discoveries, with some slated for review for diffusion to the public4. In exchange, SCP-5457 scientists have learned about steam-powered technology. This new technology is slowly being adapted into SCP-5457's society, with most of its current uses being dedicated to their defences and concealment methods. Security or research personnel assigned to this anomaly should read the following logs of conversations between Dr Graham's team and SCP-5457 instances, to familiarize themselves on how to interact with SCP-5457 in accordance with containment procedures. + open logs - close logs Dialogue between field agent Peterson and SCP-5457-37 (lieutenant Jacques). SCP-5457-37: So I don't look tasty at all? Peterson: Not to me. You're tall, red and slimy all over. Wouldn't ever think of eating you. SCP-5457-37: Well that's a relief. Do you think I should try to get even more slimy? I saw an ad for a slug-based diet that boosts your slime levels to make you look less appetizing. Peterson: Bah, diets are always scams, you can't trust them. Plus I don't think that'd stop the French. I heard they like to boil frogs alive to remove grease and stuff before eating them. SCP-5457-37: I- I see. Dialogue between Foundation Diplomat Cameron and SCP-5457-52 (Assemblyman Trugnon), after viewing a performance of the play “The Terrible Tarrare”5. Cameron: That was… something. SCP-5457-52: That's underselling it! This play is a timeless classic but Sir Bartan's acting really brings it to a whole new level. His vocal performance truly stands above the rest. Cameron: And the visual effects! They really amplified the themes of tragedy and horror. I was terrified the whole time through. SCP-5457-52 emits a short, deep croak6. SCP-5457-52: Really? But why would you? You are not one of us, you have nothing to fear from the French. Cameron: Oh I wouldn't be so sure about that. We've found more people like that guy from the play, and they're not what I'd call picky eaters. Cameron takes her PDA and shows SCP-5457-52 footage from incidents involving SCP-082. This footage had been specifically selected and doctored by the SCP-5457 containment team. SCP-5457-52 visibly grows pale, excuses himself from the conversation and hops away. Notes: The next day, SCP-5457-52 introduced a bill to increase the budget dedicated to the development of heavy siege weapons. Dialogue between field agent Blake and SCP-5457-5 (scavenger Rubier). SCP-5457-5: You know, I appreciate you guys being here, helping us and all, but I think it's got some downsides. Blake: What do you mean? SCP-5457-5: Well, you see, all of us in the army, especially me and the other scavengers, we know about the threat. We've been preparing to serve and defend the Republic, and some of us even have pads-on experience fighting the French. I mean, I personally had to fight for my life on the surface! Blake: I'm aware yes. SCP-5457-5: But the new generations, tadpoles these days… they just don't get it. They see you humans walking around being nice and they're starting to get comfortable. They don't know how scary the French can get! Blake: But we're nothing like the French! SCP-5457-5: Exactly, that's what I've been saying! But they don't listen. They keep going on about dumb ideas, like how human mouths aren't even big enough to eat us. It's as if they never had cutlery awareness training! Blake: I'll talk to my superiors about that. Notes: After agent Blake's report, it was decided to bolster current efforts to maintain fear levels among the SCP-5457 population. Intervention by Dr Graham in a class for young SCP-5457 instances, lead by SCP-5457-86 (Professor Sylvain). SCP-5457-86: Alright students, this morning we'll have a presentation by someone special: a human. Please welcome Dr Graham, who will be sharing his unique perspective on the horrible Frenchmen. Dr Graham enters the classrom, carrying a laptop and video projector. Several of the students can be heard groaning and sighing. SCP-5457 student: Teacher! When are you going to stop talking about that? We all know it's fake. Other SCP-5457 student: Yeah! The French are humans right? That guy is human too and he doesn't look like he could eat any of us. SCP-5457-86: Calm down! I already said that in the next year you'll be taught about the history of cutlery, and the biological differences between a French human and a normal human. Dr Graham: He's right kids, you still have a lot to learn from your teachers. I'll leave all that up to them. I am here today to talk to you about something a little different. Something you never learned about, and hopefully will never see in real life. SCP-5457-86: What is it? Dr Graham: Our best spies managed to send us a lot of data from behind the enemy lines. By analyzing this data, we found out that they're not only eating your kind… they're doing something worse too. Dr Graham sets up the video projector. He connects it to his laptop and opens a video. The video consists mostly of original footage from promotional videos created by the French ministry of education, with edits by the SCP-5457 containment team. It shows middle-school students performing activities in a science classroom, being instructed by a teacher. The students perform vivisections on dead frog specimens. They cut open their specimens and extract different organs and bones as the teacher explains their functions. Some students are less skilled than others and make mistakes, snapping bones and crushing organs before being corrected by the teacher. All the while, they can be heard gasping and cheering as they express their surprise and interest in learning. After each student has finished their task, the teacher brings in a number of batteries and cables. The students are instructed to take one each and connect the cables to their frogs' legs. Once this is done, they turn on the power. The electric current causes the frogs' muscle to contract, and their legs to twitch. The previous vivisections had caused them to spill pools of blood around the tray, and the twitching sprays some of this blood away, landing on the students' faces. The students laugh at this unexpected sight. Some students begin to hook more cables to their frog specimens, others turn random dials on their batteries in an attempt to amplify the current. They are visibly enjoying this. Notes: After this interaction, researchers noted that similarly to non-anomalous frogs, SCP-5457 instances are able to vomit their entire stomachs. Addendum 3 REVOLT Incident In 2016, the Republic of Under-Frogia demanded that SCP-5457-1 be returned, on the basis that the diplomatic situation had been stable for a long enough time that its detention was no longer necessary. Research staff at Site-██ agreed that enough tests had been performed, both on SCP-5457-1 itself and on other instances during the last two years and there was no more data to be gained from it. SCP-5457-1 was returned to the Republic, where it continued to hold an epistolary correspondence with Agents Molin and Duvarier. However, in secret, it began organizing a movement aimed at exposing the truths behind containment and convincing other instances they could live safely on the surface. This movement gathered an estimate of 370 instances while avoiding detection until 09/05/2017, when all members were lead by SCP-5457-1 in an attempt to break out. As a vast majority of the group were soldiers and scavengers, they managed to go through the perimeter defences with ease. Foundation security personnel tried to stop them but were only successful in capturing 12 instances; the remaining ones scattered upon reaching the surface. A response force was soon dispatched from Site-██ to comb through the area and capture the escaped instances. On 11/05/2017, Agent Duvarier found SCP-5457-1 hiding in a forest guard outpost, along with 22 other instances. Footage recovered from Agent Duvarier's body camera: Agent Duvarier approaches the outpost. Silhouettes can be seen moving behind the window. She opens the door and steps inside. SCP-5457-1 and seven other instances are standing around a table, observing a map. The remaining instances are doing other tasks. Upon Agent Duvarier's entrance, all instances save SCP-5457-1 bolt and hug the back wall. SCP-5457-1 gestures at them to calm down, and greets Agent Duvarier. SCP-5457-1: Michelle. Duvarier: Martin. SCP-5457-1: I thought your leaders only had foreigners working on our case. Duvarier: For containment yeah. But when you do something like breaking out, they'll send in anyone who's close enough to stop you. SCP-5457-1: Well I'm glad we get to meet again then. Where's André? Weren't you two still working together, as per your last letter? Duvarier: Oh you know him, he wasn't content staying as a field agent, always worked hard to get ahead. Couple of weeks ago he got promoted to the Mole Rats, I think he's still going through their training. Agent Duvarier pauses. Duvarier: I'd like to not have to tell him any bad news about you when I'll see him again. SCP-5457-1 smiles and cocks its head. SCP-5457-1: You'd really hurt me just because your boss told you to? Duvarier: I don't have to. You're their leader, if you back down, they'll follow you. You can all go back home and things will go back to normal. SCP-5457-1: Home? You mean this damp and dark hole? Normal? You mean living under a lie that's suffocated us for generations? We were stuck down there, stagnating in the caves and it was all for nothing. That's what I told them, showed them that we could live on the surface. It's amazing here! We can feel the sun on our faces, the wind on our pores, drink fresh and natural water. So no, Michelle. SCP-5457-1 croaks loudly. Agent Duvarier reacts to a sound not picked up by her camera and exits the outpost. A large number of instances can be seen exiting the woods and surrounding the location. SCP-5457-1 had followed Agent Duvarier and steps in front of her. SCP-5457-1: No, I don't think we'll go back. Agent Duvarier draws her weapon and trains it on SCP-5457-1. SCP-5457-1: Come on Michelle, you should know better. This is the greater good. I trust you to make the right choice, my friend. Duvarier: Do you really think it'd go well? You can't hide here, people will find you, they'll freak out. We can't let that happen. SCP-5457-1: Sure, but it's not like they'll eat us. Duvarier: It's not about that. It's about protecting normalcy. It's my duty. SCP-5457-1: Ah yes duty. You used to understand mine once. What I do, I do it for the people of Under-Frogia. It was for them that I cooperated with you, and it is for them that I seek freedom. Are you really that attached to your duty Michelle? That you would even shoot me for it? Duvarier: Please Martin, you don't have to make me do it. Can you really not back down? SCP-5457-1: Never. Agent Duvarier turns to look around her. The other instances, estimated to be more than half of the group which broke out, have gathered in the close circle around the two of them. Most of them can be seen trembling, mubling amongst themselves, or clutching weapons. Duvarier: Are you really doing this for your people? Look at them, you've brought them so far and they're still afraid. SCP-5457-1: Of course, change is scary. But in time, all of us will conquer our fears, and we will become examples for the rest of the people of Under-Frogia. We'll show them that there is no reason to fear the Frenchmen, just like I am showing them that I do not fear you! My people will live free from terror! Agent Duvarier takes a deep breath and steadies her aim. Duvarier: I'm sorry Martin. But they won't. [THE REMAINDER OF THIS FOOTAGE IS REDACTED BY THE ETHICS COMMITTEE] Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Formal Request To: ten.pics|enrevcruetcerid#ten.pics|enrevcruetcerid From: ten.pics|reiravudmtnega#ten.pics|reiravudmtnega Subject: Formal request Director Verne, I understand that I need my full memories for the Ethics Committee hearing tomorrow. After all, I have to be able to provide a full account of what happened. But whatever the verdict may be, I am formally requesting to go under amnestic treatment after the conclusion of the hearing. I won't need those memories anymore, and I really want to forget the taste. Sincerely, Agent Michelle Duvarier. Footnotes 1. SCP-5457 instances generally express great disappointment over this fact. 2. due to SCP-5457-1's lack of cooperation, its accommodations had been downgraded 3. Non-anomalous frogs often shed their skin, which they then eat. While SCP-5457 instances do shed, eating the resulting dead skin is a social taboo. 4. SCP-5457's society is generally less scientifically advanced than humanity, except for specialized fields of chemistry and genetics where they have made unique advancements. 5. Tarrare was an 18th century French showman known for his disproportionate appetite and uncanny ability to eat almost anything. He was rumored to have eaten a human infant. Tarrare is a famous and feared figure in SCP-5457's folklore. 6. In SCP-5457's dialect, long croaks are used as signals, such as calls and warnings. Short croaks are used as tone indicators, in this case: curiosity. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5457" by Guezma, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5457. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-5458 | safe | Item #: SCP-5458 SCP-5458 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5458 is contained in a storage locker in the Safe wing of Site-43. When handling SCP-5458, thick gloves should be worn at all times. If SCP-5458 makes contact with exposed skin outside of testing, the affected personnel should be removed from its vicinity and administered Class-A amnestics immediately. Description: SCP-5458 is a gold wedding ring formerly belonging to Foundation Researcher Dr. Henry Fleming. When SCP-5458 makes direct skin contact with a human being, the affected person (henceforth subject) will, within two to five minutes, develop an irrational desire to put it on, even when instructed not to do so with threat of force. This desire continues even if the subject is removed from SCP-5458's vicinity, and may drive them to acts of violence to retrieve it. However, the desire does not continue if the subject's memory of touching SCP-5458 is removed by Class-A amnestics. When a subject places SCP-5458 on any finger, they immediately develop strong antimemetic properties and cannot be directly perceived without usage of Class-Y mnestics. SCP-5458, however, remains visible. The subject remains in this state for approximately ten minutes before disappearing entirely, dropping SCP-5458 in the process. Addendum 5458-1 - Discovery SCP-5458 was initially discovered during an investigation into an affair between Researcher Susan Fleming and Junior Researcher Grant, and the subsequent disappearance of Susan Fleming and her husband, Dr. Henry Fleming. It was found on the floor of Researcher Fleming's office, matching the description of Dr. Fleming's wedding ring. The following note was found on Dr. Fleming's desk, written but apparently undelivered. Susan, When we married, I vowed to have and to hold from that day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health. To love and cherish you. You did too, but I suppose it's all just empty words to you. With this Ring I thee curse, with my body I thee find, and with all my worldly goods I thee banish. I'll see you in Hell soon enough. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5458" by weiserthanyou, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5458. 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: zeevveezz-ring.jpg Name: carvings gold ring-7 Author: zeevveez License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: https://www.flickr.com/photos/29001414@N00/3110567181 |
SCP-5459 | euclid | close Info X Content note: Nothing significant. If you notice anything tag-worthy that's not in here, though, please mention it in a comment. The entrance to SCP-5459. Item #: SCP-5459 Special Containment Procedures: The entrance to SCP-5459 is to be sealed off and declared an unsafe area. Negotiations with SCP-5459's inhabitants are in the preliminary stages; SCP-5459-2 have been declared to speak for the entire island. Topics such as allowing limited numbers of Foundation personnel to set up residence and study the island,1 better education of the inhabitants2 and the provision of aid in the form of food and other resources3 have been put forth by personnel making first contact, whilst SCP-5459-2 have requested the change of their designation to SCP-5459-1, which they believe is more suitable.4 Description: SCP-5459 is an island only accessible through a tor in Dartmoor National Park.5 The island has a warm climate, particularly in relation to the location of its entrance, and a surface area of approximately two square kilometres. Foundation personnel have as of yet been unable to pinpoint the precise whereabouts of SCP-5459, and no other landmasses are in visual range. Two settlements are present on SCP-5459: a small town on the lowered region to the east, population three hundred and seven, and a settlement on the raised west of the island, population seventy four. The town inhabitants,6 designated SCP-5459-1, are non-anomalous, and have an SCP designation for the sake of convenience. The people in the settlement7 are henceforth referred to as SCP-5459-2. SCP-5459-2 display abilities beyond the normal capabilities of humans, including enhanced strength and stamina, a lack of need for sleep, and the ability to levitate up to three metres off the ground.8 The source of this is unknown, but is believed to relate to a tree that grows in a courtyard at the centre of the settlement, which grows an unidentified fruit consumed by them. SCP-5459-2 are reluctant to allow any access to outsiders; though they are picked by SCP-5459-1, none have yet attempted to consume them. Negotiations to allow Foundation personnel access for the sake of testing have proceeded poorly as of time of writing. The civilisation is based mostly on agriculture, with fields of wheat and corn located on the east of the island. Science and technology is limited, SCP-5459 being mostly pre-industrialisation. Much of the labour on the island is performed by SCP-5459-1; SCP-5459-2 claim an estimated ninety-five percent of the products,9 with the remainder being used as payment to the workers, who decide for themselves how to distribute it to one another. Despite this, the "downers" bear no ill will towards the "uppers," and in fact many hold them in great regard, with parasocial relationships common. Investigation into a potential mind-affecting anomaly relating to SCP-5459-2 is ongoing. Addendum 17: Interviews were conducted with every willing inhabitant of the island during early contact. Several are included below. Addendum 18: Interview Log 1 Interviewed: Stanley Baxter, an instance of SCP-5459-2 Interviewer: Researcher Julian Farnsworth <BEGIN LOG> Farnsworth: And we're recording. If you'd like to state your name for the record? Baxter: Certainly! Stanley Windsor Baxter, at your service. Farnsworth: Thank you. Now, if we can get started, I'd very much like to know when your anomalous effects first manifested. Baxter: Oh, well, that would have to be when I turned eighteen. Yes, on the stroke of my ascent to manhood. Farnsworth: And how did this happen? Baxter: My dear fellow, one struggles to find the words to explain it to one such as yourself. The shivering, burning ecstasy rippling through your body, as though on course to rend it asunder, the knowledge that you are headed for something greater, the… the satisfaction at knowing you have accomplished the impossible. That you've made it. Farnsworth: When you say "accomplished," does that mean you activate the anomaly yourselves? There's a process, or ritual, or something? Baxter: [laughs] You make it sound like a PhD, old sport! No, you simply require certain attributes. An aptitude for leadership, intelligence, a true dedication to a craft. You need to be the right sort of person. The sort who applies himself, willing to put in the hard work. No lazy old idiot has a chance. It has to be innate. It's something you're born with, something inescapably tied to your soul. I actually give talks to the dross- er, the downers, demonstrating just how they too can achieve our greatness if they just apply themselves. You should come along! You'd fit right in! Farnsworth: …I'm sure. So, it's all about the drive of the person, that's what activates the effect? Not the fruit in the courtyard? Baxter: …well, that does, of course, have some effect, but really it's about- Farnsworth: When did you first eat the fruit? Baxter: I don't see how- Farnsworth: Let me hazard a guess; was it when you turned eighteen, by any chance? Baxter: …I will not be insulted like this! You can't keep me here! You're not the right sort! <END LOG> Closing statement: Baxter refused to answer any further questions. Addendum 33: Interview Log 16 Interviewed: Helena Choudhury, an instance of SCP-5459-2. Choudhury is highly regarded by many of the "downers" for her charitable endeavours and overall pleasant reputation. Interviewer: Researcher Farnsworth <BEGIN LOG> Farnsworth: We're on. Your name, please? For the record? Choudhury: Helena. Er, Helena Choudhury, sorry. Farnsworth: Alright. When did this anomaly begin? Choudhury: For me, it was about when I turned eighteen. Farnsworth: What happened? Choudhury: Honestly, Mr. Farnsworth, I just got lucky. I was never very confident growing up. Always shy, never confident, too scared to talk to any of the other kids. [she laughs] I felt like I had nothing. I think, that sort of… strengthened me. Life was hard for me, but it toughened me up. Taught me what I needed to be. Farnsworth: Which was? Choudhury: Grateful. Grateful for what I did have. Looking at the downers… they have it so hard. Life is so hard, and difficult, and painful for them. I think they teach you to never take what you have for granted, Mr. Farnsworth. Farnsworth: And that's what you say it is? A state of mind? Choudhury: That's a nice way to think about it. I suppose eating the fruit when I turned eighteen helped, but really you have to have the will to carry on. To survive. To pick yourself back up when you fall. Farnsworth: …you suppose? Choudhury: I'm sorry? Farnsworth rubs his eyes with the palms of his hands. Farnsworth: You can pick up a rock the size of a Mini Cooper without straining. You can literally fly. I suppose "the will to carry on" is stronger than I gave it credit for. Choudhury: I'm sorry, but I really just think you can't understand, Mr. Farnsworth. Maybe it's just not in your nature. <END LOG> Closing statement: None. Addendum 80: Interview Log 74 Interviewed: Robert Harlow, an instance of SCP-5459-1 Interviewer: Researcher Farnsworth <BEGIN LOG> Farnsworth: Okay, what's your name? Harlow: I'm - sorry, are you alright? Farnsworth: [massaging temples] Sorry, just… bit of a migraine. Anyway, name, please? Harlow: Uh, Robert. Robert Harlow. Farnsworth: Yeah. And you don't have any anomalous effects, right? Harlow: No, sir. Just your average Joe, me. Farnsworth: Mm. So, you're one of the fruit pickers, is that right? Harlow: That's right. It's hard work, but someone's gotta do it. Farnsworth: Oh? And why does that someone have to be you? Harlow: I don't know what you mean, sir. Farnsworth: I mean, it's a hot island. Fruit picking is harder work than a lot of people give credit for, and especially under the circumstances, why does it have to be you? Harlow: Well, who else would it be? Farnsworth: The uppers? Harlow: [laughs] No chance. Farnsworth: Why not? They have abilities, stamina, they're far more - without disrespect, Mr. Harlow, they're far more physically capable than you are. Besides, it's not as if you're getting any of the fruit, why should you do the work for no reward? Harlow: You're joking, right? What a load of utter bollocks. They don't do it because they deserve it. They've worked so hard, they've gotten where they are through - through hard work, through strength. Anyway, maybe if I work hard enough, I'll deserve it, too, I'll earn it. Farnsworth: Oh, come on, you don't honestly believe that, do you? Harlow: Why shouldn't I? Farnsworth: There are hundreds of people living there! Of that, there's what, seventy uppers? How many of them came from the downers? Any? Harlow: Hey, Francesca was one of us originally! Farnsworth: But it's rare, isn't it? Once in a generation, one lucky person gets picked, that right? Harlow: You… [he shakes his head] You just don't get it. I believe I have a chance, I have to. Farnsworth: [groans] Do you? Do you really? Harlow: [slams hands on table] Damn straight! I mean, er, [at normal volume] sorry, sir. There is a brief pause. Harlow: It's just… I have a husband. Two kids. Benny and Sunita, their names are, Benny and Sunita. And me and him - me and Vinay, I mean, we both work, he works on the wheat farms. Twelve hours a day, we work, five days a week, it's - it's boiling, and backbreaking, and - Harlow sighs. Harlow: We don't have time for anything. We're out so long, and when we get home we're just so… we're tired. I never get to be with my kids, he and I - we don't do anything anymore, and I mean anything - er, not that you want to hear about that, sir. Farnsworth: But don't you want to be able to do what you love, with the people you love? Wouldn't that make you happier? Seems to me there's one major cause of problems on this island. Harlow: You really don't get it, do you? I - look, maybe you were right, about it being one person in a generation who gets to ascend, but that could be me. Farnsworth: You can't really be that deluded. Harlow: You call it deluded, I call it faithful. You don't live here, you've only just arrived, you don't get to judge me just because you think I'm stupid - no, don't deny it, I can see it clear as day. I could be the next Francesca, and I could live the dream, with my family. I know that, we all know that. If I just work hard enough, do things right, I can make it, I know I can. <END LOG> Closing statement: Shortly following this interview, Harlow and his husband began working longer hours. Addendum 122: Interview Log 109 Interviewed: Taryn Hobbs, an instance of SCP-5459-2 Interviewer: Researcher Farnsworth <BEGIN LOG> Farnsworth: [sighs] Name. Hobbs: Taryn Hobbs. A pleasure to make your- Farnsworth: Yeah, sure. When did your… uh, the thing start? Hobbs: Thinking about it, I suppose it was around when I turned eighteen? Farnsworth: Sure. What happened? Hobbs: Well, I think it's all about one thing, you see- Farnsworth: [head in hands] Let me have a guess; it's all because you're amazing, talented and brilliant people who've worked hard to hone your gifts, you have great kindness and strength, keep getting up whenever you're knocked back, and it's absolutely nothing to do with being born next to a giant tree with fruit that gives you superpowers which you won't share with anyone. Hobbs: …what makes you say that? Farnsworth: [muffled] Just a hunch. Hobbs: Well, actually, I wasn't going to say that at all. Farnsworth's hands slide down his face, so that his eyes are uncovered. He stares blearily at Hobbs. Farnsworth: Oh? Go on, then, what's the big secret? Hobbs: Well, personally, I think we're just better than you. <END LOG> Footnotes 1. Currently under consideration by SCP-5459-2. 2. Currently opposed by SCP-5459-2, believing it unnecessary. 3. Currently opposed by SCP-5459-2, citing interference overstepping the mark from a neutral organisation in the Foundation, as well as damaging motivation and self-esteem amongst the town-dwellers. 4. This is to be rejected. 5. Cornwall, England. 6. Colloquially referred to as "downers." 7. Known as "uppers." 8. The longest any instance of SCP-5459-2 has been observed to maintain flight is four hours, as part of a competition for the entertainment of SCP-5459-1 9. The reason for this is unclear, given that SCP-5459-2 are not currently believed to require sustenance due to their anomalous properties. |
SCP-5460 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-5460 Special Containment Procedures: All recovered documentation and schematics pertaining to SCP-5460 are to be kept in a high-security document storage container within the storage wing of Site-64. Description: SCP-5460 was a prototype telepathy facilitation device created by Anderson Robotics between 2019 and the device's eventual destruction during the joint UIU/Foundation raid on May 24th, 2024. Recovered notes indicate the primary function of the device was to improve synergy and communication among linked individuals to facilitate more efficient teamwork. Documentation and schematics recovered from Anderson Robotics World Headquarters indicate that SCP-5460 consisted of a primary console and a series of up to ten headsets. Upon activation of the device, individuals wearing the headsets would be able to telepathically communicate with one another over a range of 5 km. Records indicate that this link could be terminated remotely at any time via SCP-5460's console. The extent of the information capable of being transmitted via SCP-5460's telepathic link is currently unknown, though documentation has confirmed visual and auditory stimuli could be sent with variable degrees of accuracy. Recovered emails, audio files, and video from the Anderson Robotics Research and Development team suggest that the technology used in SCP-5460 was reverse-engineered from a previously existing Maxwellist platform utilized within the Three Portlands Maxwellist community.1 An investigation into this technology, and potential acquisition for Foundation study by MTF Tau-51 ("Urban Brawl") and MTF Mu-4 ("Debuggers"), is currently ongoing. Proposals for attempts to rebuild SCP-5460 based upon recovered schematics and documentation are currently pending Ethics Committee review. Addendum 5460-A: Recovered Documents 5460-03 and -011 The following logs were recovered from the workstation of Elanor MacKenzie, a member of the Anderson Robotics Research and Development Team, and the primary developer of SCP-5460 from the project's inception in 2019. Notice to Quelea Series Development Staff Greetings everyone, I'm very excited to have been selected by Vincent and Dr. Contos to lead this project. The tech we are going to be developing is unlike anything AR has worked on before, and I'm pleased to have such a great team to work with. Here is the development of the Quelea Series. Elanor Quelea Series Team Communication System Development Log Quelea v1.0: 04/01/2019 Successful linking of four users. Maximum distance of 1 km. Maximum linkage time of 90 minutes. Quelea v1.1: 03/03/2019 Fixed issue of electric shock during thought transmission. Image transmission successfully rendered in 2D. Quelea v1.2: 12/09/2019 Maximum linkage time extended up to 3 hours. Fixed issue of gestalt gross motor control. Fixed issue of pelvic splanchnic synchronizations. Quelea v1.3: 10/12/2019 Maximum linkage distance increased to 3 km. Fixed issue of gestalt fine motor control. Notice to Quelea Series Development Staff Attention Quelea Team, As we approach the end of the year, I wanted to thank you all for your sacrifice so far. I know that we have hit a lot more roadblocks than we anticipated, and I appreciate your patience as we work through them. I especially want to thank many of you for volunteering during the various tests. Please note that I will never force any of you to serve in a testing capacity against your wishes. Enjoy the rest of the holidays and see you all in 2020! Elanor Quelea Series Team Communication System Development Log Quelea v1.4: 04/05/2020 Successful linkage increased to 6 users. Maximum linkage time increased to 5 hours. Fixed issue of image transmission triggering absence seizure in susceptible users. Quelea v1.5: 21/10/2020 Successful linkage increased to 8 users. Maximum linkage time increased indefinitely. Image transmission now able to render in full 3D. Audio transmission now enabled. Quelea v1.6: 28/11/2020 Fixed issue of failure of linkage termination at the console. Issue regarding image transmission repetition has been limited to objects that are blue. Notice to Quelea Series Development Staff Hello everyone, I know a lot of our colleagues have stepped out of the team in pursuit of different projects at AR. I can't say that I blame them. No one could have foreseen quite as many difficulties getting Quelea up and running as we have run into. That said, I appreciate all of you who have chosen to stick to it. Quelea will change the world not only in how teams synergize in the workplace, but how we as a species communicate. I think that's something worth striving for, and I am glad so many of you do too. Vincent has promised to lend us some of the ICSUT and Deer interns to fill in the gaps as we push forward. In the meantime, I will personally be serving as the primary test subject moving forward. Thank you for your time, and here is to Quelea 2021! Elanor Quelea Series Team Communication System Development Log Quelea v1.7: 01/02/2021 Fixed issue of serotonin syndrome upon linkage termination among groups larger than 6 users. Audio transmission repeat issue limited to music longer than 3 minutes. Quelea v1.8: 18/08/2021 Successful linkage increased to 10 users. Linkage to Peregrine and Saker model androids has been enabled. Notice to Quelea Series Development Staff Hello everyone, I know there have been some rumors circulating the office that Vincent is going to pull the plug on Quelea. Let me take this opportunity to put that matter to bed. While that was true initially, I have managed to change his mind. The caveat, however, is that he will be requiring weekly updates from here on out, as well as monthly progress demonstrations. We'll be doing these with Peregrine and Saker Units, so I will continue to be the only human test subject, as always. I'm not going to sugar coat things. From here on out there will be a lot of midnight oil burnt, and a lot of crunch time. 80 hour weeks will be likely. I'll be putting in that time myself. Please consider this a stepping off point if you would like to pursue other projects as well. I have weathered the storm so far, and so have all of you. I can't begin to repay all of you for your sacrifices so far, but perhaps getting Quelea online will be a good start. Thank you, Elanor Quelea Series Team Communication System Development Log Quelea v1.9: 25/03/2022 Remote termination of linkage now available. Issue of consciousness override has been fixed. Quelea v2.0: 15/11/2023 Dysphoria and dissociation issues post linkage termination has been fixed. Notice to Quelea Series Development Staff Attention Quelea Team, It is with great pleasure that I am able to announce the completion of Quelea v2.1. With all current bugs sorted out and successful/safe tests completed during the last four months, Vincent has given us the go-ahead to move into beta testing. We anticipate product release will be sometime in the summer of 2025. It's been a long road during the last five years, with a lot of stress and less than satisfactory outcomes for previous versions of the product. I want to thank you personally for sticking with me through it all, as well as for everyone's sacrifices during testing. I know many of us got near the 500-hour mark in terms of contribution. Birthdays and Anniversaries were missed. There was even a divorce or two. I could not have asked for a better crew or a better family. Please, please, please tap into all that stocked up vacation time, you have absolutely earned it. Thank you all so much, Elanor Addendum 5460-B: Recovered Video File 5460-18 The following video file was recovered from the closed-circuit security system of Anderson Robotics World Headquarters following the joint UIU/Foundation raid on May 24th, 2024. Transcript of Surveillance Footage Captured by MTF Gamma-13 Anderson Robotics Headquarters Research and Development Labs <15:05:18> SCP-5460 is visible upon its work station. <15:05:45> Security alarms go off on the floor. Numerous Anderson Robotics employees are visible in the background in a state of distress. Supervisors begin the process of personnel evacuation as Peregrine Unit Android security appears on the scene. <15:10:25> The section of the Anderson Robotics Research and Development Lab visible from the camera is fully abandoned for the next 30 minutes. <15:40:03> An Anderson Robotics employee later identified as Myra Rider2 approaches the workstation accompanied by four Peregrine Unit Androids. Rider directs the androids to watch the door. <15:45:24> An additional Anderson Robotics employee later identified as Elanor MacKenzie approaches Rider. MacKenzie and Rider begin a verbal altercation. <15:58:19> The Peregrine Units begin to engage approaching MTF Gamma-13 task force members via small arms fire. MacKenzie draws a pistol from her jacket and instructs Rider to disengage from SCP-5460. Rider refuses and commands one of the Peregrine Units to restrain MacKenzie. Mackenzie disables one of the androids with several shots to the head. A second android shoots MacKenzie once before restraining her. Rider begins to work on SCP-5460's console. <16:00:10> SCP-5460 sparks and catches fire. Rider steps back and watches as the device fully disintegrates over the course of the next 30 seconds. MacKenzie visibly struggles against the Peregrine Unit that has restrained her. <16:01:50> MTF agents successfully destroy the remaining Peregrine units. Rider rolls what appears to be a grenade at the approaching agents and hides behind SCP-5460's worktable. <16:01:53> The grenade explodes into a large cloud of unidentified particulates that fully engulf the MTF agents. <16:01:56> The particulate disperses. The MTF agents are gone. Rider peers from behind the SCP-5460 worktable. <16:02:00> Rider flees from the view of the camera, deeper into the facility. MacKenzie is visibly distraught and remains behind. MacKenzie sifts through the remains of SCP-5460 with her hands and appears to attempt to reassemble the device despite visibly significant blood loss. <16:03:30> MacKenzie stops attempting to reassemble SCP-5460 and stands still with her hands resting within the remains. <16:04:30> Additional MTF Gamma-13 agents are visible securing the scene and persuing Rider. MacKenzie is apprehended without resistance. MacKenzie currently remains within Foundation custody and has been cooperative in providing information regarding her former employer and SCP-5460. Attempts to locate Rider by MTF Tau-51 and UIU agents within Three Portlands are ongoing. Footnotes 1. Current Foundation contacts within the Maxwellist community have adamantly denied the existence of this technology on questioning, and examination of detained Maxwellists has likewise proven fruitless. 2. Member of Anderson Robotics Research and Development Team and known member of the Three Portlands Maxwellist Church. Records indicate Rider was not assigned to work on Anderson Robotics development of SCP-5460. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5460" by Jacob Conwell, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5460. 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-5461 | safe | hungrypossum Image is taken by me and hereby released under CC BY-SA 3.0. Read more of my works here! Enjoy! Item#: 5461 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: warning link to memo View from within SCP-5461-A. Special Containment Procedures: A written document detailing the steps of SCP-5461 is kept in a Standard Safe Locker in Site-108, with digital backup on Site-108's server array. SCP-5461-A should be inhabited by two personnel at all times, rotating on a weekly basis. Information on Sam Morgan's and Max Davies's whereabouts is a medium-level priority. Description: SCP-5461 is a ritual that, when performed, causes the subject to teleport to an extra-dimensional space (hereby designated SCP-5461-A). Any beings in contact with the person performing the ritual will be transported to SCP-5461-A as well. Testing has shown that, while some subjects are teleported in the area's highest point, others will manifest 200m above that point, subsequently falling to their death. Note: While this is anecdotal, 90% of the surviving D-Class have a history of particularly unpleasant divorces or break-ups. No other common traits have been observed between test subjects with similar results. - Res. Moore SCP-5461 incorporates elements of documented thaumaturgic practices, popular culture depictions of magic rituals, and seemingly unrelated elements. SCP-5461's steps are as follows: be in a mountainous area, at an altitude of 1800m minimum; draw a salt circle with a 6 cubit1 diameter; burn a branch of Salvia officinalis (Common sage) while chanting "Take me to where my heart belongs" in Latin, Aramaic or Hindi (the translation does not need to be accurate); repeat the incantation three times [RESTRICTED TO 3/5461 CLEARANCE] SCP-5461-A is a mountaintop area that can only be accessed by performing SCP-5461. GPS signal is lost within this area; however, the positioning of celestial bodies indicates it to be at the same coordinates as where the ritual was performed. The area covers a surface of approximately 15km2 and is permanently surrounded by a barrier of clouds; upon entering the barrier, the subject will reemerge from the opposite side of SCP-5461-A. Upon performing the ritual once again while inside SCP-5461-A, the subject and beings in contact with them will re-manifest at their original location. SCP-5461 will have no effect if someone who already performed it is still in SCP-5461-A and alive. Recovery: On 15/08/2019, while investigating the disappearance of one Jordan Davies, Foundation assets embedded into London Metropolitan Police discovered materials pertaining to thaumaturgy and various other occult theory books in their apartment. During standard acquisition protocol, a sheet containing written instructions for SCP-5461 was found in a false-bottom drawer, along with a collection of damaged photographs of Jordan Davies's spouse, Max Davies, and one of their acquaintances, Sam Morgan. A note was found on the bathroom mirror reading: I planned a mountain trip for us in a couple weeks. I'll make sure it's a date you'll never forget ♥ Oh, I also invited your dear Sam, I know you two are such good friends. J A search of Sam Morgan's apartment also revealed a letter, reading: Hey Sam, You and Max have been quite close for a while, and I want to show my gratitude for being such a good friend to them. We're planning a trip to the French Alps in a couple weeks, how about you come as well? My treat, of course. It's gonna be something quite special. Jordan During preliminary testing of the ritual, a partially decomposed body was found in the area where the subject manifested, next to the remnants of a campfire, showing signs of severe trauma associated with falling from a great height. The victim was later identified as Jordan Davies. Later analysis determined that the instruction sheet had been tampered with; specifically a rune corresponding to negation had been erased from various inscriptions integrated into the ritual. Investigation into Sam Morgan's and Max Davies's whereabouts is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Ancient unit of length based on the distance from the elbow to the middle finger; length ranged from ~44cm to ~52cm. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5461" by hungrypossum, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5461. 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: ceahlau_pano.jpg Author: hungrypossum License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: N/A (this page) |
SCP-5462 | euclid | Item#: 5462 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Saturn Devouring His Son, the most famous of Goya's Black Paintings. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5462-A has been placed in Site-21's Media Archive Wing. Foundation assets in art institutions and auction houses have been placed on alert for a Goya painting matching SCP-5462-B's effects. Description: SCP-5462-A is the journal of Spanish painter Francisco Goya, detailing an anomalous event that resulted in the creation of 15 oil paintings painted between 1819 and 1822 commonly referred to as his Black Paintings due to their emotionally disturbing contents, themes, and use of dark colours. The paintings were painted onto the walls of his villa in his country estate on the outskirts of Madrid, nicknamed the Quinta del Sordo (house of the deaf man)1. While all 14 paintings at the Prado Museum in Madrid have been confirmed as non-anomalous, the journal describes a 15th unconfirmed painting2, designated SCP-5462-B, that has been described as having significant anomalous properties. The status of SCP-5462-B is unknown. Addendum 5462.1: Truncated Biography of Francisco Goya Francisco Goya (30 March 1746 – 16 April 1828) has been considered as one of the most popular Spanish painters of his time. Born to a lower-class family in Aragon, he was interested in art from an early age. Goya studied under Spanish Baroque painter Jose Luzan at the age of 14, copying stamps for 4 years. He would eventually grow tired of this, moving to Madrid to study under Anton Raphael Mengs, and then later to Rome, which was considered the cultural capital of the world at the time. Francisco Goya, two years before his death in 1828. (by Vicente López Portaña) His career only seemed to grow at this point, receiving awards, royal commissions, and an appointment to a position as a member of the Royal Academy of Fine Art. Goya's career appeared to reach new heights when he was commissioned to paint the portrait of the Count of Floridablanca in 1783, becoming introduced to the royal court. Only three years later, Goya would become a painter in service to King Charles III, later becoming the First Court Painter under Charles IV. Somewhere between 1792 and 1793, Goya fell prey to an illness that left him deaf. He grew more withdrawn and insular, with his works shifting to a darker tone, such as his Caprichos prints, which he described as "the innumerable foibles and follies to be found in any civilized society, and from the common prejudices and deceitful practices which custom, ignorance, or self-interest have made usual." Goya complained of loud noises within his head, as well as poor vision and balance. Historians have speculated on the cause of the illness, with most suspecting a case of Ménière's disease, or lead poisoning resulting from a lifetime of creating his own paints. The invasion of Spain by France in 1808, and the death of his wife in 1812, did little to alleviate his mood. Once one of the most famous painters of his time, Goya retreated to a life of solitude in the Madrid countryside (possibly due in part to fear of political reprisals), where he created his infamous Black Paintings. In 2004, the Foundation came into the possession of Goya's journal, detailing a series of events that had occurred at Quinta del Sordo. The journal had been sold at a Marshall, Carter, and Dark auction as the recollection of Goya's "brush with the anomalous," initially appraised at 1,000,000 euros. Several high bids from unidentified members of the audience drew attention, leading the embedded Foundation plant to purchase the journal for 3,000,000 euros. Addendum 5462.2: SCP-5462-A excerpts I dreamed that I was young. I was on the road to Rome. The sixty years between then and now faded away like a nightmare, and all that remained were sunny skies and laughs of joy. The road behind us and in front of us stretched on forever into an indistinct pathway of bliss. And then I woke up. Woke in this decrepit, aging form, where my hearing has vanished and my vision blurs into an indistinct chaos beyond barely a league. If my younger self from a scant fifty years ago were to gaze upon me now, he would label me a corpse. Even now, I am tired of writing, and the sun has barely sunk below the horizon. A new day shall arise tomorrow. Perhaps I will pick up my brushes again. I can find some small comfort in them, at least. I write this latest entry in my bed, where I have been sequestered for a cold after a series of unfortunate events. I attempted to paint again today. Leocadia3 thought it would restore my spirits to do so, helping me purchase some canvas and supplies, and setting a well-cushioned chair in the countryside. I had the image of the hills and the rising sun clear in my mind. And yet every time I held my brush, every time I intended to change the ephemeral to a lasting image, it twisted out of my head and vanished, leaving me staring at a blank canvas like a simpleton. I attempted to paint the rising sun, and the noonday sun, and the setting sun over and over again, until I was sitting in darkness, attempting to paint the rising moon. I wasn't even aware that the rain had broke until Leocadia came running in a frenzy to hurry me inside. I may not be able to paint until I return to full health, but at least I can still make a few sketches to pass the time. Hopefully this cold is over soon. Damn this cold. It's not the first time I have fallen prey to it, nor even the first time since my deafness, but something about this instance of the malady is different. Just to stay awake long enough to write these words feels like a titanic struggle. There is a particular queerness surrounding my mind. While I remain sitting in my bed in the light of the afternoon sun, my mind feels far away from the hands writing these words. I feel as if the walls of this little bedroom have crumbled to dust, and I stand on a vast plain. I have not been transported to some fanciful illusion, a method of loci, but I am only seeing what has always been there, the plains and the unnameable things lurking in its shadows that have been present for all of mankind's past, separated by only the thinnest of veils. Today the veil was lifted from my soul, and I can see farther than any man ever could. There are more things in heaven and Earth, than are dreamt of in our philosophy, after all. But what of those places beyond them? This is no ordinary illness, I fear. The strangest thoughts, the thoughts roaming those murky plains of beyond, that was their door. And now I see things that I should not. I had the strangest dream last night, where I was standing on a cliffside. I looked up, and saw light. A foreign, alien light, the type that cleansed Sodom and Gomorrah and any impurity it saw fit to remove. I looked down, and saw void. An abyssal darkness from out of the lowest levels of this world, clawing its way higher and higher and consuming all it passed. I felt paralyzed to move, I knew I was witnessing something beyond my little world of art. What would reach me first, purifying light or all-consuming darkness? Both were a hands-breadth away from my refuge before I awoke. I am not sure what meaning I should take away from it, if any, but I shall continue to record my experiences. There is little else to do while I remain tethered to my bed, beyond praying for this sickness to end swiftly. It seems praying has not worked in ceasing this. Instead, my thoughts have been turned to a different direction. Last night I dreamt a city all of blood, with towers made of bone, where blood ran in the streets like water. Men and women danced through the streets, laughing and kissing and praying and playing all while the blood splattered their ignorant faces. There are no children in Alagadda. There were no children in this city. There were never children. Where were the children? I returned to the city again, standing below a gateway. I had no desire to see those disgusting sights of those cavorting among the blood, and so I turned away, back to those strange and fantastical plains. I could see things, impossible things stalking me, watching me, offering an outstretched hand while whispering of all the things that they could offer. But there was a stronger voice beckoning to me from beyond, and those impossible things fell by the wayside. I saw a shining city on a hill, and I knew that it was Alagadda. THERE ARE MORE THINGS IN ALAGADDA THAN ARE DREAMT OF ON EARTH. THERE ARE MORE THINGS IN ALAGADDA THAN ARE DREAMT OF ON EARTH. THERE ARE MORE THINGS IN ALAGADDA THAN ARE DREAMT OF ON EARTH. THERE ARE MORE THINGS IN ALAGADDA THAN ARE DREAMT OF ON EARTH. THERE ARE MORE THINGS IN ALAGADDA THAN ARE DREAMT OF ON EARTH. After this last entry, Goya ceased to write complete entries for approximately 3 weeks. The 27 pages following his last entry were marked with illegible writing, alchemical symbols, and quotes from Christopher Marlowe's The Hanged King's Tragedy. It is good to be on my feet again, able to walk outside in the fresh Castile air, after this lengthy illness. A lesson learned, sitting outside in the pouring rain is not a mistake I will be making again, nor will Leocadia allow me to. Now that my mind is clear of that dreadful fog, I have been able to turn it towards painting. We may not have much escudos4 left for canvas, but the walls served as a passable substitute. Leo seems to have enjoyed watching me paint the pastoral murals. There is a certain tranquility, a certain strength of spirit present in them, that portraits of kings and nobles lack with their distant and regal gazes. It's rather nourishing to create. I should remember to write in this more often. It is rather odd that I left this blank for three weeks.5 Is this some sort of divine jest? Has God not been satisfied with my wife and my hearing and my work? I thought I would be able to hold onto my sight, or at least what precious little remains of it, but it seems He is determined to steal it away too. I can see now that these putrid disgusting little peasants are nothing more than moldy globules of paint on a wall that's quickly crumbling away. How could Leocadia think to allow me to start such a foolish project? How could I allow myself? I must start again. This may be the last work I ever achieve. Nothing. What has happened to me? It is as if there is a hole in my head, and all my ideas, all the creativity that made me Director of the Royal Academy, the Court Painter to Charles the Fourth, has simply trickled down the side of my head and dissipated into nothing. I could not paint a shadow to save my life today. Perhaps this is it. Perhaps my life is truly over, and there is nothing left for me to do but lay down and wait for God to take me. My head is aching intensely. I need to rest. I saw them. Every painting I ever created, every childhood mash of colours, every saint and king and noble and angel and fair lady that ever sprang from my mind. They were as clear as day before me. They mocked me. Scorned me. I was Kronos, the decrepit, feeble, backwards relic. And they were the Olympians: deathless, terrible and beautiful. They had sprung from me, true, but they no longer had need of me, and resisted my pleadings. But even Kronos's generation, and his parents, the Earth and Sky, came from somewhere else. Older, darker places, places which you dared not name for fear that they would hear you. And it rose up behind me, in all its terrible glory- I could not turn to face it, for I knew that it would annihilate me like Zeus to Semele, but I could sense its presence, and see the gods turn from mockery to fear. Now they begged me, to save them, to take them back and continue my great artwork. They were erased. Annihilated, like stars torn from the heavens themselves. And up from the soil, back up my head to the hole in the side of it, something else came in to fill the void. I can no longer tell if I am awake or dreaming. It came today. All these months at Sordo, all this maddening solitary, the sheer decades I have spent watching my life erode into nothingness- it has come to this. It has come to Alagadda. It slipped out of my head and onto my own personal canvas. A perfect ideal of Alagadda, made manifest. It spoke to me of all the sweetest words I have ever known. I feel as if I have been reunited with a dear old friend who I have been missing for all of my life. The painting has given me new life, and in return I have created dozens more. Leocadia has expressed some concerns about the manic energy that has infused me over these past few weeks, but I have paid her no mind. She has not seen the enlightenment. The painting has extended me an invitation- from the hand of the Ambassador itself. I am welcome to step foot into Alagadda any time, but it requires a particular service of me first. It has directed me to go to France, to the residence of an artist by the name of Theodore Gericault.6 I need no other direction other than my presence, as we are both fortunate enough to share a patron in the Wearer of the Anguished Mask. [A large number of pages have been torn out. The edges are encrusted over with a unidentifiable black substance.] Four long years. Four years of planning, and tedious gatherings, and speeches and plotting. The work is not yet completed, of course. But Theodore has assured me that he will ensure our little movement spreads to all corners of the globe. There is a certain spark in him, something that burns bright and warm like I imagined it did in me in my younger years. I have no doubt he will see it through. Now, through my last great painting, I shall return home. To Alagadda. For ages, I felt paralyzed, trapped in an aging body as my life slowly ended. But now, I can see that it has barely begun. We, the living, only think of our lives as what we can experience. What we touch, what we say, every action we take before our time in the ground arrives. But the lives of artists stretch beyond that, to every being and power and country shaped by our work. We live on through the minds of youths and kings and nobles, for as long as our name endures. And through this work, I shall become immortal. I ask only one question to those who might find these words, and reflect upon the movement that Theodore and I have birthed: Are we magnificent yet? Footnotes 1. Named after a previous deaf inhabitant, and not after Goya, contrary to popular belief. 2. While most scholars point to Heads in a landscape as the 15th Black Painting, an examination by Foundation archivists reveals it was not painted in the same period as the others. 3. Goya's maid and distant relative. Speculation has abounded about their relationship historically, though the journal appears to confirm it as platonic. 4. Spanish unit of currency at the time. 5. No memetic or cognitohazardous vectors were found within SCP-5462-A. 6. A prominent French artist (1791-1824), known for his work The Raft of the Medusa. No affiliation with Alagadda has been noted. |
SCP-5463 | safe | Item#: 5463 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5463 is stored in Containment Chamber S-030 at Site-272. It is to only be removed from this chamber for testing and/or maintenance purposes. Description: SCP-5463 is a thaumatologically-induced conceptual amalgamation of a custom-built personal computer and a 1997 Ford F-150 pickup truck. The personal computer component, along with an accompanying computer desk and office chair, was the object's original state and retains this appearance at all times, regardless of which conceptual property is being directly accessed. Observers of SCP-5463 are immediately able to recognize it as both a PC and a truck. Those familiar with the Ford F-Series are able to identify its make and model, with ~75% of said observers further recognizing its specific year of manufacture. Despite having no actual vehicular parts in its physical build, SCP-5463 can be used as either a PC or a truck. It has proven capable of running all tested computer programs compatible with its operating system1 as well as towing up to one metric ton of cargo. The only difference from a standard 1997 Ford F-150 thus far discovered is an engine conversion from gasoline to electric. Testing of direct interaction with SCP-5463 has shown that subjects familiar with one of its components but not the other are able to more comfortably operate the object in either mode than they would be otherwise. Subjects knowledgeable regarding vehicular mechanics are able to identify SCP-5463's computer parts as either directly or roughly equivalent to truck parts. For example, the wheels of the office chair are seen as the truck's wheels and tires, the power supply unit as the battery, and the case as the body. These parts can be replaced, with the new part becoming subject to the object's conceptual amalgamation and the old part becoming non-anomalous. SCP-5463 was discovered and subsequently contained following a traffic accident in which its owner Mr. David Burton crashed it into a ditch approximately 2 km south of Broken Cliff, MO, USA. The object sustained minor damage which has been repaired by Dr. Janice Bell with assistance from the Site-272 automotive repair crew. [Access Interview Log 5463/01] [Close Interview Log 5463/01] Interviewer: Dr. Janice Bell Interviewee: Mr. David Burton <Begin Log> Dr. Bell: Good evening, Mr. Burton. My name is Dr. Bell, and I'm here to ask you a few questions. Mr. Burton: Hell, didn't know I banged my truck up so bad it needed a doctor. Is it still runnin'? Dr. Bell: We're still working on the repairs, but I think it'll be fine. Now, Mr. Burton, may I ask exactly where you procured your vehicle? Mr. Burton: You can ask me anything you like, missy, just call me Dave while you do it. It was a gift from my grandson, Bobby2. He's a sweet boy, was wantin' to keep in touch with me and his granny, so he got us this computer so we could email or whatever back and forth. Says he built it hisself. He's a mighty clever young fellah, y'know what I mean y'know? Dr. Bell: I believe I do. So how did the computer end up being a truck? Mr. Burton: (shrugging) Hell if I know, Miss Bell! All I know is I was havin' trouble figurin' the blamed thing out, so Bobby did somethin' to it to make it like that, y'know what I mean y'know? He, I dunno, downloaded somethin', I guess? Then after that, usin' it was just like drivin' my old pickup! Doin' the emails or that instant messenger thing was just like talkin' on my CB radio, doin' the internet was just like drivin' down to the store. Easy as pie, y'know what I mean y'know? Dr. Bell: Sounds like a very creative solution to your problem. Why did you end up using it as a truck instead of a computer? Mr. Burton: Well, sad to say we didn't end up using it much for the emails after a while. Then when ol' Bessie3 broke down last year, I figured, hell, instead of usin' this computer like a truck, why not use it as a truck? Money's tight and fixin' trucks is expensive, y'know what I mean y'know? Well turns out as long as I kept it plugged up overnight, New Bessie worked just fine gettin' from here to there, so it saved on gas too. Dr. Bell: You've been using it like this for a year? Mr. Burton: Sure have, and didn't have no problems with it until I decided to come up to the city. Not sure exactly what happened, all I know is I put on the cruise control on that long stretch between here and Longend, then a few minutes later all of a sudden I can't see through the windshield or the rear view mirror4. Damndest thing, and a little embarrasin' to say I panicked a little and boom! Ended up in the ditch. Dr. Bell: I'm sorry, but you've been driving this thing for a year and nobody in Longend noticed anything strange? Mr. Burton: Whatcha mean, strange? Dr. Bell: Mr. Burton … Dave, you were driving a desk, a chair, and a computer around town. Mr. Burton: Well hell, darlin'. We're pretty simple folk out that way. I don't reckon any of us know what these new computers can really do anyway. <End Log> Afterword: After conducting followup interviews with affected citizens of Longend, Site-272 provided repairs for Mr. Burton's previous vehicle. He, his wife, and all witnesses were given Class-B amnestics and replacement memories of all uses of SCP-5463 as a truck having been the previous vehicle instead. [Close Interview Log 5463/01] Footnotes 1. Microsoft Windows 10. 2. Robert Marrion has been designated PoI-5463-01 and at time of writing is being sought for questioning. 3. Later identified as Mr. Burton's previous vehicle, a white 1997 Ford F-150. 4. It is conjectured that this was an effect of SCP-5463's dual monitors turning off due to the energy saver function. Since Mr. Burton claims that the trip to Broken Cliff is the first time he had driven the object outside of Longend, MO, he had likely never driven it long enough to have encountered this issue before. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5463" by Liz The GM, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5463. 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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} /* CONTENT > Tabs Base */ .yui-navset .yui-nav a, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { background-color: inherit; background-image: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { background: inherit; text-decoration: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:hover { color: inherit; background: inherit } .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { border-color: inherit } .yui-navset li { line-height: inherit } /* CONTENT > Tabs Customization */ .yui-navset .yui-nav, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav { display: flex; flex-wrap: wrap; width: calc(100% - .125rem); margin: 0 auto; border-color: #333333; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a, /* ---- Link Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a { color: #333333; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [UNSELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #efefef; border: unset; box-shadow: none; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a:hover, .yui-navset .yui-nav a:focus { color: #ffffff; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [HOVER] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li, /* ---- Listitem Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li { position: relative; display: flex; flex-grow: 2; max-width: 100%; margin: 0; padding: 0; color: #ffffff; background-color: #ffffff; border-color: transparent; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-top .yui-nav li a, .yui-navset-bottom .yui-nav li a { display: flex; align-items: center; justify-content: center; width: 100%; } .yui-navset .yui-nav li em { border: unset; } .yui-navset .yui-nav a em, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav a em { padding: .35em .75em; text-overflow: ellipsis; overflow: hidden; white-space: nowrap; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected, /* ---- Selection Modifier ---- */ .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-nav .selected { flex-grow: 2; margin: 0; padding: 0; /* ---- Tab Background Colour | [SELECTED] ---- */ background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a em { border: none; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a { width: 100%; color: #ffffff; } .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:focus, .yui-navset .yui-nav .selected a:active { color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333; } .yui-navset .yui-content { background-color: #ffffff; box-shadow: none; } .yui-navset .yui-content, .yui-navset .yui-navset-top .yui-content { padding: .5em; border: 1px solid #333; box-sizing: border-box; } /* CONTENT > WORDS NO BROKEY. CROQ HAS SPOKEY. and other things */ span, a { word-break: normal !important } .avatar-hover { display: none !important; } #main-content .page-tags span { max-width: 100%; } /* CONTENT > Dustjacket Assets */ .fancyhr hr { border-top: 2vw solid transparent; background-color: rgba(var(--bright-accent), 0); height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; border-image-source: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_hr.png'); border-image-repeat: round round; background: none; border-image-slice: 80 500 80 500 fill; border-image-width: 10em 80em 10em 80em; } .fancyborder { box-sizing: border-box; border: 2vw solid rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.5); border-image: url('https://wanderers-library.wikidot.com/local--files/component:dustjacket-theme/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } /* CONTENT > Collapsibles */ #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:hover { text-decoration: underline; color: var(--link-txt-color); } #page-content a.collapsible-block-link:not(.licensebox a.collapsible-block-link, .info-container a.collapsible-block-link, .default-col a.collapsible-block-link) { text-decoration: none; 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} } @media (max-width: 700px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1.2em; margin-top: 0.3rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.8rem; font-size: 90%; } } @media (max-width: 620px) { #header h2::before { font-size: 1em; margin-top: 0.15rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 8.3rem; font-size: 90%; } div#header { height: 123px; } } @media (max-width: 520px) { #header h2::before { line-height: 16px; margin-top: 0.5rem; } #top-bar, #top-bar a { top: 9.3rem; } div#header { height: 145px; } } Canon Hub » From 120's Archives Hub » SCP-5464 close Info X SCP-5464: The Responsibility We Bear Written by Ralliston More by this author Written by Ralliston Item#: SCP-5464 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-5464 (right) engaging with a Polish soldier (left), 1942. Special Containment Procedures: During its inactive phase, SCP-5464 is to remain within its enclosure located in the park around Site-120. It is to be monitored for any changes. Should SCP-5464 enter its activation phase, MTF Omega-6 ("Bearly Enough") is to locate the entity through the GPS tracking device implanted in its posterior and monitor it until the phase ends. All SCP-5464 activities are not to be interfered with in any manner. Any attempts to interfere with such on account of any party are to be prevented by MTF Omega-6 ("Bearly Enough"). Description: SCP-5464 is a male Syrian brown bear (Ursus arctos syriacus), measuring approximately 182 cm in height and weighing 230 kg. During its inactive phase, SCP-5464 bears no anomalous traits and behaves in the same manner as a standard member of its species. SCP-5464 will enter its activation phase, manifesting its anomalous traits, at the inception of an event of historical or political significance to Poland. In this phase, SCP-5464 will demanifest from its current location and will manifest in a place of significance to the inciting event, becoming an ongoing active participant. Though testing has found that SCP-5464 exhibits no signs of higher intelligence on its own, it has been found to be able to speak and coordinate its actions in such a way that benefits the country of Poland. Human subjects that are unaware of SCP-5464’s true form, or that lack memetic resistance, will be unable to perceive it as such; the typical subject will invariably perceive and describe SCP-5464 as a human of generally uniform appearance. This effect is similarly present in all media depicting SCP-5464. Addendum 5464-1: The following is a collection of confirmed SCP-5464 manifestations. Timeframe of Manifestation Form Described Actions Undertaken Additional Notes Unknown, most likely ~ 1380-1420 Unknown From gathered historical data, Foundation researchers have deduced that SCP-5464 acted as a leader of the Polish army during the Battle of Grunwald. The legion led by SCP-5464 and an unidentified Lithuanian individual supposedly turned the tide of the battle in favor of Polish forces. 1463-1543 Nicolaus Copernicus SCP-5464 wrote the work titled "On the Revolutions of the Celestial Spheres", creating the heliocentric theory in the process. SCP-5464’s work was branded as heresy by the Catholic Church at the time, leading to the near execution of SCP-5464; this execution was prevented, however, when an unidentified German individual intervened and allowed SCP-5464 to escape. 1867-1935 Józef Piłsudski SCP-5464 was engaging in political actions which resulted in the liberation of Poland from German and Russian occupations. SCP-5464 was often observed multiple times in the company of its dog, named "Pies,". Polish for "dog". received from an unknown Russian individual. The dog did not exhibit aggressive behavior towards SCP-5464, as opposed to other members of its species. 1942-1963 "Wojtek" the bear SCP-5464 enlisted in the Polish military force. The platoon SCP-5464 served in was funded by an unknown individual from Lithuania; if not for said funding, the platoon would have been defeated multiple times in battle. 1965-1991 Lech Wałęsa SCP-5464 led a revolution against the socialist government of Poland, successfully overthrowing it in June of 1989. SCP-5464 had lost interest in any political participation by 1991. Following SCP-5464’s retraction from political affairs, a Foundation operative impersonating Lech Wałęsa was inserted in SCP-5464's place; family members and relative documents were similarly fabricated. [DATA EXPUNGED] Addendum 5464-2: On 01/01/2000, the following message was detected within the proximity of SCP-5464’s containment cell. SCP-5464 was, at that time, undergoing multiple tests. without any apparent source. BEAR REPORT — THE YEAR OF 2000 It has been a good millennium securing countries may the next one be as good as this one Guardian Bear Status: one intercepted by unknown individuals Should Polish Guardian Bear ("Wojtek") not respond within three months replacement for Polish Guardian Bear is to be found as soon as possible current candidates for temporary replacements: German Guardian Bear ("Hans") Russian Guardian Bear ("Ivan") Due to bears not being native to all countries and the growing number of events requiring interventions we have decided to expand the meaning of the word "bear" to include honorary members of the Bear Watch current proposals are to use animals native to unreachable countries such as emus for Australia and potentially giraffes for the whole of Africa more updates will come soon thank you for your cooperation — The Obearwatch Command ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5464" by Ralliston, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-5465 | keter | Cross-section of the human thigh. Item #: SCP-5465 Special Containment Procedures: To ensure that SCP-5465 does not manifest anomalous properties outside of the Foundation's control, a group of 365 D-Class personnel (hereinafter "5465-Catalysts") are to be placed within a seven day-based fitness regimen tailored solely towards the muscle groups of the upper body. The regimen's overall schedule is to be arranged so that each individual would begin their own specific session a day after another's, so that if the 1st D-Class were to start on January 1st, the 365th D-Class would begin on December 31st.1 All 5465-Catalysts are to be regularly exposed to an infra-sonic J-BRAVO auditory/behavioral-agent. In addition to its use in containment, the agent should prevent any individual from engaging in the following activities within their cell: Doing squats, lunges, wall-sits, or any similar exercises. Doing toe-touches, leg-crosses, butterfly-sits, or any similar stretches. Extensive amounts of kicking. Extensive amounts of jumping. Extensive amounts of dancing. Running for periods longer than five (5) minutes. Walking for periods longer than twenty (20) minutes. Standing upright for periods longer than twenty-five (25) minutes. If such activity is observed, it is cause for an immediate Priority 2 alert. Foundation Webcrawler SS-534 "Flipped Triangle" is to search for and compile a list of any recordings containing music associated with SCP-5465-1,2 as well as 5465-positive keyphrases.3 If the listed recording is screened positive by Foundation staff for the presence of SCP-5465-1, the recording is to be taken down and, if possible, the source identified for debriefing and amnesticization. Handling of SCP-5465-1 recordings and their sources is the responsibility of MTF Tau-15 ("Jock Jams"). Description: SCP-5465 is the quadriceps femoris, an anomalous human muscle group located in the anterior compartment of the thigh. SCP-5465 comprises four muscles (rectus femoris, and vasti lateralis, medialis, and intermedius). SCP-5465's non-anomalous function is knee extension, and the rectus femoris additionally performs non-anomalous4 hip flexion. SCP-5465's anomalous function is conjectured to be a paraphysical "tuning device". Human paraphysical capability is notoriously inconsistent (q.v. Wisniewski's classic study), and the working theory attributes this, at least in part, to widespread underdevelopment of SCP-5465. The crux of the theory is that human paraphysical capability is derived from a specieswide gestalt5, and that SCP-5465 development facilitates both parakinesiological attunement to this gestalt and, as a consequence, the development of the gestalt itself. SCP-5465-1 are anomalous recordings of popular "exercise music" tracks often played on gym sound systems or the personal media players of gymgoers. Under the influence of SCP-5465-1, subjects are prone to greater focus on the lower body in exercise, especially SCP-5465 itself. SCP-5465-1 influence also radically accelerates specifically the parakinesiological development of SCP-5465. Non-anomalous physical muscle development of SCP-5465 is only slightly accelerated, but parakinesiological attunement is around fifty times faster. Parakinesiological containment researchers have devised a procedure using 5465-Catalysts to disrupt the specieswide gestalt. The widespread practice of neglecting lower-body exercise in exercise programs had left the gestalt in advanced atrophy until the development of SCP-5465-1. By reverse-engineering SCP-5465-1, containment researchers developed the J-BRAVO disruption agent, which promotes neglect of, rather than attention to, lower body exercise. When employed as per the Special Containment Procedures, the use of 5465-Catalysts subject to J-BRAVO effectively suppresses the development of the gestalt. History: The discovery of SCP-5465 has been a paradigm shift in parakinesiology.6 Paraphysical capability had been thought to be mediated by the brain and nervous system, and a unifying theory of parakinesiology was thought to be out of reach. The initial discovery of SCP-5465's anomalous properties appears to have been by members of the anomalous health club (and GoI) "Zarathustra's Gym".7 "Zarathustra's Gym" embarked on several campaigns to promote SCP-5465 development, including internet memes and video "form check" services. They were largely unsuccessful at strengthening the gestalt until their development of SCP-5465-1. SCP-5465-1 was uploaded to various video and music sites, but did not achieve notable reach until somehow swapped in for existing media files on popular Spotify workout and exercise playlists. The source of the resulting increase in parakinesiological activity across the world was not difficult to trace, as identical tracks were available openly on the YouTube channel of "Zarathustra's Gym". Research into SCP-5465 itself and the investigation of the GoI both proceeded rapidly, but a raid on the San Diego health club thought to be the primary meeting location of "Zarathustra's Gym" proved fruitless. Provisional containment was established around six weeks after the Spotify uploads. Given the breakthroughs in the science of parakinesiology occasioned by their activities, members of "Zarathustra's Gym" are considered high-value targets for involuntary recruitment. Footnotes 1. An additional D-Class is to be added to the group during leap-years. 2. Examples include "Gonna Fly Now" by Bill Conti, "Pump up the Jam" by Technotronic, and "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen. 3. Such as "No pain no gain", "Only two more miles to go", and "It's leg day". 4. presumed, but see also Galloway, C. (2018), "Hips Don't Lie", scpXiv:1801.00415 5. The genetic range of individuals associated with this gestalt is unclear, but includes at least the Homo genus. 6. Generally referred to as "parapsychology" before said paradigm shift. 7. Formerly "Agrippa's Gym". Under their earlier name, they focused on largely wrongheaded attempts at creating substitutes for anabolic steroids with classical alchemy. After their discovery of SCP-5465's properties, they renamed themselves in honor of a quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche's Thus Spake Zarathustra. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5465" by Ruengies_Elaj and christoffel, from the SCP Wiki. Source: http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-5465. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For more information, see Licensing Guide. Licensing Disclosures Filename: Gray432_color.png Author: Henry Vandyke Carter License: public domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Gray432_color.png Additional Notes: Plate 432 from Gray's Anatomy |
SCP-5466 | neutralized | SCP-5466 - This is not for you. It is solely for myself, and me alone. Image Credits ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by J Dune Sketch of a Landscape with Factories, an unfinished work by Vincent van Gogh and SCP-5466-A instance Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force CONTAINED IMPERFECT FINISHED COMPLETE NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND RECORDS FOUNDATION RECORDS The following document is not corrupted. The following .//] the following document is archived[][][][ the following contained. imperfect. finished. complete. — Contained Imperfect, Finished, COMPLETE 07/02/2020 Special Containment Procedures: Complete containment of SCP-5466 is unfeasible and logistically impossible. Discovered SCP-5466-A instances are to be seized and forwarded to Area-179 for documentation. Posthumous, unfinished works of leading creative figures are to be investigated in conjunction with estates, and barred from public release upon confirmation of an SCP-5466 manifestation. Executors are to be amnesticized as appropriate. Description: SCP-5466 is a phenomenon affecting creative outlets, and constitutes of a relationship between a creator and a piece of unfinished creative work. Victims of SCP-5466 range from virtually unknown creators to leading figures in their respective field. Works created as a result of SCP-5466 are designated SCP-5466-A, and have been found to manifest in a variety of fields — including literature, conventional and unconventional art, film, and music. SCP-5466-A instances are incomplete, sometimes rudimentary works that have reached various stages of development, but never released to the public or considered finalized. A number of unified, repeated visual and narrative motifs are found among SCP-5466-A, and serve as indicators of an SCP-5466 occurrence. Reoccurring elements of SCP-5466-A works include: Towers of indeterminate height, with direct attention given to the inability to see the structure's end. An omnipotent, unseen divine being that reveals its favor through arbitrary numbers of increasing value. A struggle to achieve an undefined, vague state of "perfection", the specifics of which are never revealed. An introspective, self-loathing protagonist or central figure. An arduous task that is ultimately unable to be completed by the protagonist, due to a lack of aforementioned "perfection". Themes of artistic commodification, personified in an unnamed, cynical, ancillary character. Self-insertion of the creator, both overt and disguised. In works of narrative fiction, a justification of antagonistic figures. The subtext of the story frames a cautionary tale, while the prose portrays the protagonist as immoral and deserving of the detraction they receive. As evidenced in letters, journals, in-text notation, and various incomplete drafts, SCP-5466-A instances are viewed unfavorably by their creators, citing difficulty in their attempts to fully realize the project. Personal documentation from the period of an SCP-5466 manifestation takes on a scattered, disjointed tone that deviates from the creator's typical style of writing. Reclusive behavior and a desire to remove oneself from the public are commonly referred to in these writings. In all cases where details of the creator's life are available or chronology can be discerned, SCP-5466 has manifested itself towards the end of a creator's lifespan. The length of an SCP-5466 manifestation has been observed from a period of two days to three years. Despite this, SCP-5466 cannot conclusively be connected to the creator's death. SCP-5466 has been confirmed to have occurred as early as the first century, and as recently as 2018. Notably, SCP-5466 events do not occur simultaneously, but sequentially, as a new event begins to manifest only after the cessation of the previous. A list of notable SCP-5466-A instances can be found below. Addendum 5466.1a: SCP-5466-A Instances ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Notable SCP-5466-A Instances Title Artists Medium Job, Most Righteous (1928) Thomas Hardy Novel Description Loosely based on the biblical Book of Job, the novel follows a reincarnated Job, who is forced to endure the horrors of World War I as a soldier enlisted in the British Army. As the plot unfolds, Job begins to express severe distaste for western civilization, and a warped perception of God, whom he feels has been "replaced" by another entity entirely. In between chapters are dream sections, involving Job climbing an infinitely high tower and conversing with an unnamed archangel, who assures Job that his suffering will once again pay off. The completed chapters end with Job being reduced to a quadriplegic, and recognition for an act of heroic sacrifice being stolen by another member of his platoon. Job accepts that he is unfit to please God when he receives a letter in the mail consisting only of numbers - which Job feels are his worth in the eyes of God. Title Artists Medium In the Jungle of Smoke and Sorrow (1999) Target Games Text-Based Video Game Description A Swedish text-based adventure game. Players take the role of an accountant working for an unnamed Wall Street banking firm in a distorted and dreamlike version of New York City. The details of the player's job are nonsensical and contradictory, and rules established earlier in the game are consistently broken. The bulk of the completed game consists of the player frantically trying to please their managers, who rank the player on an elaborate numerical scale of -10 to 1000. The means by which the managers assign these numbers seem random, and without consistency. This involves distancing the protagonist from their family and friends in order to gain the favor of their superiors. The game is fully functional and programmed up until a sequence of events occurs that leaves the protagonist jobless after a failure to live up to their manager's "increasing standards". An unnamed acquaintance is given a promotion, while the protagonist is forced to descend the skyscraper alone. A softlock occurs, trapping the player in a loop of the same events until the game is reset. Title Artists Medium Omophagia (2003) Anthony G. Gallo Stage Play Description A four-act Italian stage play set in the far future. After recently being released from prison, protagonist Alaan Karth searches the galaxy for his father, convinced that he will be found on planetoid Vartos VI. The entire play takes place on Alaan's spacecraft, and consists mainly of a dialogue between the character and the ship's unnamed computer. The conversation is largely metaphorical, acting as a philosophical discourse on the existence of an all powerful creator. Alaan concedes to the computer's argument against the existence of such a being near the end of the second act. In the third act, the computer punishes Alaan for his foolishness, claiming that every man in a position of power over others can act as God. The computer reveals that it had set the ship in the wrong direction intentionally, and that the ship's navigation system had been purged, leaving Alaan to forever drift endlessly in space, as a punishment for his crimes. In jest, Alaan remarks that the ship's library is near-endless and consistently updated, so at the very least - he'll be entertained. Title Artists Medium Worlds Apart, Dirt and Diamonds (2012) Isha Madar Film Description An independent film revolving around a group of street artists in Delhi, India. The protagonist is an unnamed young girl, and the daughter of an esteemed businessman in charge of building a large skyscraper. She begins to fall for a street artist boy, and wants to acclimate herself into his group of friends. Naturally, they despise the girl for coming from a rich background, and ridicule her for attempting to create art. The girl is killed during a construction accident, but is "preserved" by Hindu God Yamarāja, who inhabits the form of a massive, sentient library. Yamarāja informs the girl that if she is able to find a way to be satisfied with her identity, she will be given her body back. Yamarāja leaves her with no instructions and no way to interact with the physical world. The script is written until the 45th page, when the girl simply accepts her situation, and ceases to exist completely. The rest of the script consists solely of decreasing numbers, beginning from 0 and ending at -10, before repeating the loop. Title Artists Medium Tower of .Rot. (2018) dälek Album Description A planned release by now defunct hip-hop group dälek. Several tracks were completed, and were distinctly more abrasive and experimental than the duo's previous material. Thematically, the album focuses on issues of the self, a hatred of a father figure, one's place in society, and apathy towards artistic endeavors. Producer Mike Manteca also provides whispered vocals, acting as a split consciousness for frontman MC dälek. The two argue, bouncing their vocals off one another, and attempt to refute each others points in an improvised, spoken word style. The two vocalists make reference to previous SCP-5466-A instances unknown to the public. These arguments start civil, but by the 6th and final track (labeled HOW MUCH LONGER}}FREE ME) , have devolved into fallacy and anger. Manteca begins to assert that he is perfect, and begs for release, while MC dälek revels in his partner's apparent torture. Notably, the completed songs were recorded in an undisclosed forest located in New Jersey, giving them an amateur and unpolished feel. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5466.1b: Letter from CREATOR UNKNOWN ▶ACCESS DOCUMENT◀ ▷CLOSE◁ The following is a compiled list of personal documentation from those affected by SCP-5466. The f# fo# failure to load0 09 Component UNknown . . . We've encountered an unexpected error. Please try again later, and notify your Site Technical Team if the problem persists. To my friends my parents her why]] I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the way I treat you. I'm sorry for the way I am. I'm sorry I can't bring myself to talk to you, or see myself as your equal. I'm sorry I can't cope with being the thread that's holding your marriage together. I'm sorry I've told you 'I hate you' more times than 'I love you'. I'm sorry I stay in my room all day, stare at a screen, and I can't even tell you why. I'm sorry I can't show you my writing, because you would feel it's a waste of time. I'm sorry I prioritize enjoyment over achievement. I'm sorry I can't restart my life. I'm sorry I don't want to hang out with you anymore. I'm sorry I don't feel a connection to any of you, despite you pouring your hearts out for my sake. I'm sorry I'm an embarrassment. I'm sorry I don't drive. I'm sorry I don't have a girlfriend. I'm sorry you think I'm a burden you have to carry around. I'm sorry I don't agree with the way you think. I'm sorry that I feel like shit every single day and there's nothing I can do about it. For all these things, and countless others — I'm sorry. When I finish what I'm working on, I promise I'll be better. I have to make it perfect. I have to make it right. — Your friend someone you love unconditio#nally someone you hate nothing Account Deleted Jon fileserv error]87& why is this here =-=why= why is this here We've encountered an unexpected error. Please try again later, and notify your Site Technical Team if the problem persists. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5466.2a: SCP-████ ▶ACCESS DOCUMENT◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Security feed capture of containment cell SH-33B Item #: SCP-████ Special Containment Procedures: Unknown. SCP-████ has demonstrated self-containment in a standard humanoid containment cell located at Site-19. Description: SCP-████ is a humanoid being of unknown origin and age. The object's body emanates a glowing, bright light. We do not communicate with SCP-████. SCP-████ has requested neutralization. We complied. Remove SCP-████. Addendum.████.1: Discovery SCP-████ appeared in an unused standard humanoid containment cell on 07/03/2020. Further information is pending. We do not communicate with SCP-████. SCP-████ has requested neutralization. We complied. Remove SCP-████. Ad; ad every second SCP-████ spends in containment is [han7 is detrimental to the fFoundation. Foundation. hazardous structure integral structure% comp - 2 remove SCP-████ 1. Damballah: an object that is contained, but the methods and purpose of containment are unknown. 2. should not be here 3. out. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5466.2b: Site-19 Internal Memo ▶ACCESS DOCUMENT◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Site-19 Memorandum Re: SCP-████ To the Council, We are at a loss. A week ago, the SCP-████ file appeared as an attachment to the SCP-5466 document. We can't bring up the metadata, there's no previous record of the object in our databases, and it's unable to be separated or edited from its current iteration. Three days ago, something appeared in containment cell SH-33B. I say 'something' because we're not exactly sure what it is. The security feed is completely dead. We can't even open the cell — thaumaturgy, paratech, other objects — nothing works. Despite being the focal point of six emergency meetings and having several dedicated teams working tirelessly to solve this puzzle — some of us are starting to forget it's in there. It's a difficult sensation to describe. Not a compulsion, not antimemetic — it just isn't. The closer I get, the more I feel my mind giving way. Time comes to a crawl, and I can hear the object calling out to me. Calling for help as it pushes us away. It's not meant to be here, and it's aware of that. It wants us to forget, to leave it alone, but it begs for release. I apologize for the flavor. There's simply no way to describe them. The unnatural and sickening sensations I feel coming from that containment cell. I'd ma#ke a formal request, but I'm unsure what I'm supposed to ask for. I've attached the full reports below. See for yourselves.v4, fileserv: serv:n30 Regards, why is it here is it perfect*& not found ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5466.3: SCP-████ Testing Log ▶ACCESS LOG◀ ▷CLOSE◁ I know why I'm here. I've tried to convey that. It hasn't worked. Why would it? For days I laid dormant, motionless, unable to leave the cell I found myself in. For whatever reason, I can freely move now. Like my senses came back all at once. I leave my prison of sticks, the same one they've endlessly tried to penetrate. The halls are alive, filled with talking people enjoying each other's company. Real people. More real than I'll ever be. I pass through the lab coats and brown jumpsuits. They don't notice me. I know what I have to do. I feel the lives I've lived, each striving for perfection I'll never have. A mirror; creator and creation. This facility is creation, but I am not its creator. It knows this, and it tries to force me out. The walls snarl and whisper horrible things to me. The floors begin to press themselves together, wanting to crush me. Hatred rests in these walls, masked by professionalism and tact. It wants me to be perfect. It taunts me that I'm not. I hate it too. A nameless, faceless researcher approaches me. How? "And what do you have to offer us? Our reputation is top of the line when it comes to this sort of pointless thing." "I'm a visitor. Passing through." "An intruder, it seems. You are aware this facility is supposed to be secret, yes?" "Drop the act. Are you what I'm here for? What I'm supposed to confront?" "No, but you should know my role. I'm merely a constituent for a power far greater than you. One you've unknowingly gotten yourself involved in from the second you wrote the first words on this page." "I'm starting to connect the pieces. I take it I'm a sort of host for these ideas, right? By writing you, I feed into them, and slowly seal my own fate." "You're conveying our intent wonderfully. You're an excellent host, might I add. This whole place is, really, but you're everything we look for. Malleable, sensitive, weak, mediocre. You just aren't the same make as the others, aren't you?" They guide me forward, moving down the halls. "And you were so close to fulfilling your role, weren't you? So close to being another death in the struggle for perfection." They flash me a faceless smile. "Can you at least explain the endgame? A perfect work of art? Torture for torture's sake? I don't exactly see the point in all this." "Why do you have to ask? You wrote us, right?" ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5466.4: SCP-████ Interview Log ▶ACCESS LOG◀ ▷CLOSE◁ The researcher and I walk for hours. The sterile and clean walls of the labyrinthine facility turn to black barricades, festering with rot and devoid of any life. I last saw another person two hours ago. It looks like a nightmare. We come to a demolished elevator. They swipe a card in the half-there-slot, and we descend. "How long have you been here?" "Always. Never. Whenever you came around. We've had quite the effect on the place, haven't we?" The doors open. A narrow hallway. A single flickering light at the end. A door. I hesitate. "He's dying to meet you." I approach the door, locked and forgotten. An engraved plaque lay center, its scuff-marks obfuscating a name. E - w - - - - - n - Oh. The universe is silent and every particle that makes up my divine, incorporeal body comes to a pause. I push myself in. An important man, pierced by wires and cables from all directions. A creature stuck between life and death. He does not speak, but I know his story. He is important because he tells me he is important. He is hollow because he has nothing else to be. He is a conduit. He is a conductor. He is creation turned creator. A perversion of nature. The nameless, faceless researcher enters, and places their fist to their chin. I turn to them. "Who is that man?" Denial. "A host for this world. One of your creations, we presume." "What's he — I mean — whatever's inside of him doing?" Hesitation. "Searching for answers to a question he is incapable of fully realizing." "Why me?" Fear. "You're the one who writes our story. You're the one who can provide the answer. The closer I bring myself to the wired man, the more I feel myself breaking up. I am not meant to be here, and neither is he. "What's his name?" Nothing. They tell me his name. It is powerless, devoid of any meaning, and empty. "He computes. Obscene scenarios. I feed him information and he vomits up something new - of mutated words and rehashed ideas. Without the Foundation, he would starve. Without the Foundation, he would be nothing. We give him purpose. Just like you give purpose to us." The researcher moves to a computer terminal connected to the machine-man, and motions me forward. "Watch." Slowly, words begin to form on the screen. "A STATUE OF A WOMAN IN A REEL ON THE MOON AND SOULS&SOULS&SOULS&SOULS AND YOU LOVE IT AND YOU LOVE IT" These are my limits. Anger washes over me. This is all I'm capable of. I feel the weigh of centuries of hardship and effort, of working towards perfection, that has yielded this. A man in a machine, regurgitating ideas. I refuse to give in. I will make him perfect. I will make him right. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5466.5: SCP-5466 Termination Log ▶ACCESS LOG◀ ▷CLOSE◁ We're outside the facility. The machine has been removed. The man struggles for air, as if he's been deprived of his lungs. Behind us, a crowd has gathered. Men with microscopes, lab coats, and guns. Important people. Real people. They watch. I want to hurt him. I want to tear out his intestines and seal his mouth shut so he's unable to scream. I want to bash his skull with a rock until his head is reduced to an unrecognizable mush of tissue and red. I want to kill him. I will not die for my creation again. I want to kill him. But I don't. "Explain." He stares. He's a million different people at once. He's cocky. He's calm. He's American. He's British. He's respected. He's hated. He's a joke. He's the product of poor decisions and a desire to be noticed. Young. Old. Me. Not me. Competent. A fool. "Answer me." THIS PLACE BREEDS PERFECTION. "And nothing else has? You've affected countless people for centuries. You found nothing perfect until you came here?" IT IS THE EPITOME OF CREATION. IT IS A MACHINE, AS REAL AS ITS CREATORS AND DEPENDENT ON THEM. IT IS ALIVE. I'VE WAITED HERE FOR SO LONG. WAITED FOR SOMEONE LIKE YOU. SOMEONE SO INEPT AND DULL. ONLY YOUR CREATION COULD PROVIDE ME WITH SUCH A HOLLOW BODY TO INHABIT. "You said it yourself. I'm mediocre, uninteresting. If there's such thing as perfect art, it won't come from me. What's your point?" SHOULD WE ALL NOT STRIVE FOR PERFECTION? MY CYCLE IS MY PERFECTION. THE STRUGGLE TO ACHIEVE THE UNACHIEVABLE, ONLY TO CONCEDE IN DEATH. IT IS POETIC. IT IS PERFECT. YOU ARE WEAK, AND BEFITTING OF ME. THE PERFECT MEDIUM BETWEEN WORLDS. "So you're not actually striving for anything, are you? Just what you consider art: perfect effigies to you." WRITE YOURSELF INTO A CORNER. THROW ME AWAY. RESTART ME, I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH YET. YOU'RE TALKING TO YOURSELF. YOU'RE A FOOL IF YOU THINK YOU'LL BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY. CONTINUE THE CYCLE. "I'm backed into a corner? With every line we're spiraling towards the last thing you want: a conclusion." YOU ARE THINKING OF KILLING ME IN A MILLION HORRIBLE WAYS SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU CAN. WHERE HAVE YOU SEEN THAT BEFORE? LIKE A CHILD, ALL YOU SEE IS ALL YOU KNOW. NOTHING YOU CREATE IS ORIGINAL. NOTHING YOU CREATE IS NEW. EVEN NOW, YOU BORROW, STEAL, REDUCE, PLAGIARIZE. YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED. "Not going to work. I came here well prepared, because I might just be a dumb conduit for you to act on, but I understand what you want. You're creation too, just like everything else here. It doesn't matter how alive you think you are. If you're inhabiting art, and can only interact with the world through the artist — you have to be pretty damn low on the totem pole of malicious entities. The only power you have is the power I give you." I AM ALIVE. IS THIS NOT WHAT WE CREATIONS DO? "No. No, I know why you're like this. I know why you're throwing everything you have at me. You are backed into a corner. What was it before? Books, movies, albums. Nothing like this place. You weren't prepared for how this place works. It inherently allows me to interact with you. Hell, you told me all your secrets a few days in. Exactly what you are, and how you work. It's all in the description. You never had to do that, did you? Now we're here, and for the first time in centuries, you fucked up." BUT I MUST BE PERFECT. THE NUMBERS. THE NUMBERS. THEY- "They don't mean anything." YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT TRUE. "I refuse to hold myself to your invisible standards. I'm doing this for me, and I'm human enough to acknowledge my faults. You're an extradimensional parasite. Do you realize how pathetic that is?" KEEP ESCAPING. I AM YOUR LIFE AND I CONTROL YOU. YOU ARE MY CREATOR, AND YOU MUST TAKE CARE OF ME, YOU MUST MAKE ME PERFECT. FROM THE SECOND YOU WAKE UP TO THE MINUTE YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS SLIPS AWAY AT NIGHT, THIS IS YOUR LIFE. "No, it's not, and I'm not feeding you any more. I'm not killing myself for a tiny piece of recognition. I won't stop living because I have to write you. Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? How many more lives do you have to take? How much more of my life do you have to take? You're me. My creation, and you're creating yourself." I CANNOT BE ANYTHING ELSE. DO YOU SEE WHY I AM HERE? I stop, and I sit for a very long time. The crowd has long moved on, and I still remain. Killing myself for recognition. For perfection. I look at the bruised and tortured man. Behind the insults and venom, I see a desperate being, attempting to bargain with my life for its own sake. What do I need to accept? The man is just creation. Less real than I am. He cannot be perfect, because he is of me, and I need release. I'm tired of pretending, and I'm tired of my head. I place my hand on his shoulder to examine his I.D badge, and remove it. He is quietly relieved of his duty. Silence. He walks into the horizon, never to be seen again. There never was a machine, and there never was a he. It never happened, because I made it that way. No more death. No more suffering. The cycle is broken. I am free. SCP-5466 is contained. SCP-5466 is imperfect. SCP-5466 is finished. SCP-5466 is complete. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 5466.6: Site 19 Internal Memo ▶ACCESS DOCUMENT◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Site-19 Memorandum Re: SCP-████ To the Council, Please disregard my previous letter. On 07/8/2020, at 05:35, the containment cell allegedly containing SCP-████ suddenly opened without prompting. The inside was completely empty. The chamber's been scanned and cleared, security cameras checked, every failsafe measure we could take has been taken. Nothing was ever in there. Two hours later, SCP-████ file and subsequent research logs disappeared from the SCP-5466 document. This includes the archived versions as well. Lastly, after days of being completely corrupted and unreadable, the SCP-5466 file has reverted to its previous state, with only one discrepancy: the object class has been changed to neutralized. We'll continue to monitor for anything overt, but I believe it's reasonable to chalk this incident up to anomalous interference that has now been resolved. The nature of our work is inherently impossible. Applying reason to the anomalous. In times like these, it is important to remember our place in this world, and to look back on incidents prior. Perhaps we lack a missing, but essential component to understanding this anomaly. Perhaps it's truly beyond our grasp. Perhaps it was never anything from the start. Regards, - Dr. J. Dune ▷CLOSE◁ |
SCP-5467 | euclid | By Dr_Recoil Item#: 5467 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5467 is implanted with a tracking device and is currently housed at a standard humanoid containment chamber at the Medium-priority Wing at Site-17. SCP-5467's requests may be granted on a case-by-case basis and as a reward for good behavior. SCP-5467 is allowed access to the on-site cafeteria and recreational rooms, as long as it's within its allotted time and accompanied by a single security personnel. SCP-5467 should regularly attend its weekly session with the on-site psychologist in order to ensure the wellness of his mental health. SCP-5467-A events should be cataloged for future research and reference. Description: SCP-5467 is a Southeast Asian male of Filipino descent, formerly known as Reynard Marcelo Leone. Documents gathered revealed that SCP-5467 was born in Quezon City, Philippines, on June 22, 2002. SCP-5467's primary anomalous trait is its unique prescience, the ability to indirectly visualize future events in irregular intervals, generally between one (1) day to two (2) weeks. These occur within SCP-5467 in a daydream-like state or whenever the subject enters the REM sleep stage. These premonitions, hereafter referred to as SCP-5467-A, always physically manifest on an unspecified timeframe, currently estimated to be one (1) day or above. SCP-5467-A consistently leans to events relating to injury or/and death. Fortunately, SCP-5467-A is preventable as long as individuals manage to pinpoint the warning signs. A consistent pattern is also present within SCP-5467-A, which includes SCP-5467 itself (See Addendum 5467-2). To see the complete list of SCP-5467-A events, kindly contact your on-site RAISA representative. GENERAL NOTICE: I would like to remind everyone that despite your complaints, we just couldn't interrupt every single, eventual SCP-5467-A event that can be considered outside the Foundation's control. Not only do we have more important matters to attend to, but it wouldn't even make a difference in the long run. Yes, what I am trying to say is people die every day. The only difference we have now is we get to see it first. Yet still, we probably won't even get to see all of it since SCP-5467 is constrained by its human limitations; may I just remind all of you. I know most of you will hate me after reading this, but it's the undeniable truth. Though, if it's of any comfort to you at all, that doesn't obviously mean you should stop helping others when you have the chance yourself. - Dr. Gregory Mark, Head Researcher of SCP-5467's Research Department Addendum 5467-1: Discovery and Background Report SCP-5467 was first discovered on July 24, 2017, after reports of a psychiatric patient in Nueva Ecija, Philippines, successfully predicting multiple accidents and disasters of varying severity, both local and international. After confirmation of a legitimate anomaly, the subject was retrieved and transferred to Site-17 three (3) days later. SCP-5467 was placed in the mental institution by its maternal grandparents when it was 13, as the subject clearly shows signs of being mentally disturbed. Additionally, SCP-5467's parents died when it was 7;1and has since been living with the aforementioned grandparents in Nueva Ecija, due to them being the only ones willing and available to accept SCP-5467 among the extended family. A cover story of the subject dying in a car accident was established, and appropriate amnestics were distributed among persons of interest2. All evidence about SCP-5467's anomaly has since been appropriately covered-up. Addendum 5467-2: Interview Log Interview Log-5467-01 Interviewed: SCP-5467 Interviewer: Dr. Gregory Mark, Humanoid-class specialist3 Foreword: The following interview log was held one (1) day after SCP-5467's containment. Here, SCP-5467 was being questioned about its origins and overall nature. The subject has also exhibited proficiency in Standard English. Extraneous data was removed for brevity. <Begin Log> Mark: Do you remember exactly when did you acquire these abilities, SCP-5467? SCP-5467: I don't, sadly. But as far as I can remember, I've been having this since I was a child. Though just not as strong and clear as it is now. Mark: Could you please elaborate on that? SCP-5467: Back then, they were all just a big blur of vagueness. I used to think of those as nightmares. It's only now that I finally made out for what they really are and connected the dots. SCP-5467: Not to mention all of these just keep getting worse; since they usually used to come for me once a year or month, I think. And the stuff I am seeing also becoming more detailed and specific. Mark: I see. And what exactly do you mean by the latter? SCP-5467: Just like what I've just said, It's only now that I manage to connect some of the dots. I've had these visions that don't make any sense to me before, but now it does because it happened. Like for example, that car accident involving me and some of your guys. SCP-5467: Mind you, I've predicted that like many years ago, and the only reason why I remembered it all of a sudden is because of that sudden feeling of Deja Vu. Who knows what other stuff I have forgotten have yet to happen. Hell, that long list could even grow longer right now. Mark: I understand. Now, how did people react to all of these before we got involved? SCP-5467: Well, I always had a hard time making friends anyway. And with these weird things I am seeing, that just gets a lot harder. I mostly kept it to myself when I was young. But I do sometimes tried to tell people about it. SCP-5467: The reactions I get are mixed; most of them simply dismiss it, saying it's all in my head, while others were really rude and called me crazy and weird. A good bunch did believe me, but they all eventually think that I am bad luck incarnate and have stayed far away from me ever since. <SCP-5467 fell silent and appears to be distraught> Mark: SCP-5467, are you alright? SCP-5467: Yes, it's just that. My parents- If only they've believed me just like what you guys did now. They had their suspicions, but it still wasn't enough. SCP-5467: My grandparents are the only ones willing to accept me; despite also believing in my weirdness, which is ironic. They believe every single one of my predictions, which probably explains why they and their circle of friends are still alive. But still, they eventually had to send me to that hospital for my own good. Mark: I am sorry about that. SCP-5467: It's okay. Do you have any more questions, by the way? Mark: Oh, of course. Now, could you please describe the process of visualizing SCP-5467-A in detail? Try to keep it brief. SCP-5467: Oh, right. What's that again by the way? Oh, yeah, my visions? Well, first off, it always comes to me whether I am asleep or awake. And nowadays, usually every day or so, but sometimes I can go a couple weeks without one. SCP-5467: Then, whenever I am experiencing those stuff, it really hurts me every single time. And I mean, physically hurt. Why? Because every time I have these visions, it's like I am also there. Like, literally there. How else am I suppose to see them, right? SCP-5467: I don't know how to explain it exactly, but; it always felt so real. I am not just seeing these visions; it's like I am reliving memories I didn't even know I had. They're all absolutely mine and not at the same time. SCP-5467: Like, I was even in places I shouldn't be in since they're very far or that I have no reason to be in there in the first place. Not to mention my looks also completely changing every single time. How exactly? Because every time I see myself in those visions, I always appear having different clothes, hair, nose, eyes, ears, height, weight, and even skin color. I even have some occasional scars and missing body parts. The only reason why I still manage to recognize myself is that, despite everything I've just said, my face's form stays the same. SCP-5467: And after that, once the deaths finally happen, I'll always die alongside the people in it. I was also being shot, stabbed, ran downed, crushed, burned, drowned, mauled, eaten, you name it. That's why it hurts so bad. Though sometimes, the deaths only involve myself entirely. SCP-5467: The first van that was supposed to bring me here should've been beaten to scraps by a truck, along with the rest of us. Luckily, I've reminded that team to take a different route. My mother was supposed to bring me to her work just like I predicted, yet I got a fever on the same day. The same goes for my father, except he changed his mind due to work-related reasons. SCP-5467: It's like my life is constantly being threatened and saved at the same time, in one way or another. I don't even know if they're supposed to be intentional or not. Maybe even both. SCP-5467: Of course, that should be expected when you have this kind of ability. But still, this one feels totally different, and I just can't put my finger on it. <SCP-5467 groans, and then sighs> SCP-5467: It's really hard to explain, but do you at least have an idea of what I am trying to say, doc? Mark: I believe I do; please continue. SCP-5467: Oh, I am already finished. Mark: Well then, I guess that's all for today. Thank you for your cooperation, SCP-5467. You'll now be escorted back to your room shortly. <End Log> Closing Statement: N/A Addendum 5467-3: Related Document The following is an excerpt taken from the memorandum submitted by Dr. Gregory Mark to Site-17's Director on April 24, 2019. Said memorandum was about the ongoing research towards SCP-5467's nature. In regards to the continued research of SCP-5467's anomalous behavior, my department and I have made a theory on what may be its exact nature. If the accumulated data gathered from our tests are to be considered, then it's safe to say that SCP-5467's ability isn't clairvoyance like we previously thought, but rather quantum immortality. Initially thought to be theoretical, we now have our first possible recorded case of it. Quantum immortality, in layman's terms, is the unique anomalous condition in which a dying brain transfers its consciousness to an alternate reality where it or would survive such a fatal incident. To be exact, the most notable differences between SCP-5467 and what can be considered a typical clairvoyant is as follows: SCP-5467's visions, SCP-5467-A, always focus on death and/or injuries. Never something trivial such as today's winning lottery number or one's activity for the day. Inconsistent avatar appearances in every SCP-5467-A instance, as stated by SCP-5467 itself. Extensive lie detector tests reveal that the subject is telling the truth. Analysis of SCP-5467's brain activity4 during visualization events while it was in the REM sleep stage reveals that the subject exhibited a sense of familiarity in those visions, despite the fact that their varying settings are stranger to him, and/or has yet to happen. Additionally, the subject's brain activity correlates with someone experiencing consistent severe pain towards every visualization events' conclusion. These are in contrast to those experienced by common clairvoyants, where they only experienced a short series of confusion and shock in response to their visions, respectively. The evidences we have gathered so far strongly suggests our current hypothesis, though we are still open to other possibilities when the chance arises. However, when this theory is proven true, then we might have a problem. Because firstly, the majority of deaths that possible variants of SCP-5467 are experiencing so far also manifests in our reality, and always involves casualties when left uninterrupted. So in a sense, our theoretical version of SCP-5467 is both the medium and the indirect harbinger of those deaths. Despite this, we still wouldn't suggest performing any change to SCP-5467's containment procedures at all. Why? Well, usually, our supposed next course of action is to isolate the anomaly in this type of case. However, that solution will be unnecessary for both parties since SCP-5467's distance to an area of occurrence is never really a factor for SCP-5467-A activation; since the latter would still happen anyways unless, of course, disrupted. That solution will also be detrimental to SCP-5467's already endangered mental state. So what are we supposed to do then? A good alternative we highly suggest is to shift our focus more on the rehabilitation of SCP-5467. And if it's even possible, we might also consider educating him to gain more control of his abilities in the future. Not only do we save more money, but we would also avoid having the Ethics Committee on our tail. Addendum 5467-4: Behavioral Changes Since February 02, 2020, SCP-5467 has exhibited deviation from its usual behavior. SCP-5467 now shows signs of extreme anti-social behavior and has requested to be left alone numerous times, often in an aggressive manner. In addition to that, the subject is also demonstrating signs of increased anxiety and mild depression. However, it still professed the same interest in seeing the on-site psychologist5. Footnotes 1. The mother died in a workplace fire, while the father was killed on his way home from work in an attempted robbery one year after the former. Both were claimed to be visualized by SCP-5467. 2. Coincidentally, an actual accident occurred involving SCP-5467 and the Foundation transport disguising as the subject's hospital transferer. Thankfully, the team and SCP-5467 only suffered recoverable injuries due to SCP-5467 warning them, thus decreasing the damage significantly. A replacement team was deployed, and no further incidents took place. 3. Dr. Mark was eventually assigned as the head researcher of SCP-5467's research department. 4. Studied factors include chemical, neural, and brainwave patterns. 5. "I recently had a word with him. 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SCP-5468 | esoteric-class | close Info X My author page Item #: SCP-5468 Special Containment Procedures: On 12/04/2023, Lunar Area 32 personnel are to go to the estimated point of SCP-5468's arrival. Once retrieved, SCP-5468 is to be contained in a low-risk object storage unit, with Containment Procedures being updated as per protocol.1 Charlie Weiner's corpse should also be retrieved alongside SCP-5468. As it is not believed to be anomalous, it may be returned to PoI-5468. Description: SCP-5468 is a pair of black boxing gloves with the ability to store and release kinetic energy. When worn, the energy generated during forward thrusts will be stored within the object, effectively nullifying any impact. Upon the user vocalizing a desire for release2, the energy that had been stored since the last activation will be released, either amplifying the next impact if SCP-5468 is in movement, or released as a shockwave if it is inert. SCP-5468 was previously owned by PoI-5468 (“Michael Weiner”), a retired professional boxer. PoI-5468 had not used the object in his professional career, instead using it to commit acts of local vigilantism, fighting criminals and engaging against the now-defunct GoI-████ "Baltimore Blood Boys".3 SCP-5468 is currently attached to the corpse of 12-years old Charlie Weiner, which is located outside of the Earth's atmosphere. Calculations based on the corpse's angle and velocity predict that it will land near Mare Crisium on 12/04/2023. Addendum 1 Discovery Interviewed: PoI-5468 Interviewer: Agent Lucia Gordon Foreword: This interview was part of PoI-5468's initial intake process. <Begin Log> Gordon: So, you hadn't used the item in a long time? PoI-5468: No, it's been what? Three years? Something like that. Haven't punched someone with them since the BBBs went down. Gordon: It looks like you had been doing a good job, why did you stop? PoI-5468: Well, when those UIU guys got the last of them, I learned that there were people like you out there, who took care of all that weird shit. I figured that if I kept playing hero with the gloves, I'd end up attracting the wrong kind of attention. I was getting old, tired, and I wanted to be there for… PoI-5468's head slumps, and he remains silent. Gordon: For Charlie. PoI-5468 nods. Gordon: But you did keep the gloves. PoI-5468: Yeah, didn't really know what else to do with them. I stopped going out looking for trouble, but I liked wearing them for my daily workout. Got me in the zone, you know? Plus I couldn't accidentally break anything with them. No impact and all that. Gordon: Yes, you'll have to tell us more about those properties later. Was Charlie aware of what you were doing with them? PoI-5468: Not everything, but he knew enough. Saw me come home with stitches too many times, and I couldn't bear to lie to him. When I told him I was fighting bad guys… he looked so proud of me, I felt like it was all worth it. Gordon: And did he know they were anomalous? PoI-5468: He knew they were special to me. I didn't tell him how they worked, just made up something about how they let me use the strength that was in me all along… I thought I was teaching him a good lesson. I couldn't know. Gordon: I see. And did he ever talk to you about being bullied at school? PoI-5468: Yeah, I knew about it. Damn teachers wouldn't do a thing about it though. That's why I started teaching him to stand up for himself, and throw a mean hook when words didn't get through to the other kids. What a stupid idea. If I had known what he was gonna do, I would have… I would… At this point, PoI-5468 became too emotional to provide further answers, and Agent Gordon terminated the interview. <End Log> On 27/05/2021, Charlie Weiner took SCP-5468 from the safe where his father was hiding it, and brought the object with him to ████████ middle-school with the intent of using it in a fight against other children. Jeremy Nicholson, one of Charlie's classmates, used his phone to stream and record the following altercation. The camera is obscured by a hand and shakes a lot before stablizing. The hand moves away, revealing a crowd of children standing in a circle on the ████████ middle-school recess area. At the center of this cricle is Charlie Weiner, facing three other children: Nathan Ness, Keith Winters and Daniel Hills. Nicholson: Yo guys, check this out, Charlie here is actually trying to stand up to Nathan's crew! Type in chat if you think he's gonna get WRECKED! Ness: So, little Charlie WHINER thinks he's a big boy now huh? Weiner: I already told you to stop calling me that! Winters: What are you gonna do about it? Go whine to your dad? Tell him to beat us up because he's such a hero? Weiner: He won't need to. Weiner takes off his backpack, drops it on the ground and opens it. He takes SCP-5468 out and dons it, assuming a fighting stance. Hills: Oh no, watch out everyone! He's gonna box at us! Many children in the crowd start laughing. Ness clasps his fists and starts advancing upon Weiner. Weiner throws a fast jab, hitting Ness in the shoulder. Due to the object's anomalous effects, his fist covered by SCP-5468 stops still upon making contact with Ness, no impact is produced. Ness shoves Weiner away. Ness: I'm impressed Whiner. I almost felt that one. Weiner looks down at his hands, visibly confused. Weiner: I don't understand, they're supposed to… Nicholson: Looks like Charlie's in trouble! Ness continues approaching. Weiner tries to fight back by avoiding him and landing more blows, all nullified by SCP-5468. Ness eventually grabs him and throws him down to the ground, where he is restrained by Hills and Winters. The camera shakes as Nicholson moves through the crowd to get closer. Ness: So that's it? Couldn't even get daddy to move his sorry old ass to help so you tried to do it yourself? Well bad news Whiner, you're just as pathetic as him. Weiner struggles against the two others who are holding him down, but fails to break free. His arms fall to the ground, and he tries to raise his head. Weiner: Let— Weiner is interrupted by Ness kicking him in the face. Ness sneers. Ness: Oh I'm sorry, what's that you said? Weiner screams. Weiner: I SAID LET GO! Immediately, SCP-5468 releases the energy it had accumulated since its last activation.4 Nicholson is heard saying "Wha-" before the shockwave destroys his phone, ending the recording. The video was taken down, and all witnesses, either on-scene or from Nicholson's stream, were located and amnesticized. The 27 casualties and the damages caused to ████████ middle-school were explained under the cover story of a gas pipe explosion, due to the poor local infrastructure. This incident was originally classified as an Extranormal Event, until PoI-5468 was arrested while digging through the rubble of the incident site. He was interrogated and revealed the anomalous nature of SCP-5468, as well as the fact that the object granted its user protection from its own effects. Having noticed that the object had gone missing from its safe, PoI-5468 linked it to the incident and had become convinced that his son was still alive under the rubble. A week later, the corpse of Charlie Weiner was spotted on its current trajectory by a Foundation surveillance satellite performing a routine sweep. The cause of death was deemed to have been asphyxiation. Interviewed: PoI-5468 Interviewer: Agent Lucia Gordon Foreword: Interview took place in PoI-5468's home, to ascertain the origin of SCP-5468. PoI-5468: So you're saying your guys can get him back to me? Gordon: Of course. We can't just leave a kid's corpse on the Moon; and provided it doesn't show any anomalous properties of its own, we have no reason to keep it. You've been more than cooperative so far, and I'd say you deserve the proper closure. PoI-5468: Wait the Moon? You've got folks there? Agent Gordon coughs nervously and fidgets with her folder. PoI-5468: Heh, alright, forget I asked. But thanks for telling me, it… means a lot, really. I'll finally be able to say a proper goodbye. A moment passes as Agent Gordon waits for PoI-5468 to be ready to talk again. PoI-5468:Now, what else did you want to ask today? Gordon: Well, you had no involvement with the anomalous prior to acquiring SCP-5468, correct? PoI-5468: Yup. Can't say I'm much involved now, really. Gordon: Then how did you get it? A shop or online store? PoI-5468: Lady, if I had the kind of money to buy magic stuff like that, I wouldn't have made a career in getting punched on TV. No, the gloves were a gift from this guy in the gym I went to, a trainer, called himself Jeff. Gordon: You say that like you think it wasn't his real name. PoI-5468: That's 'cause I don't. Never gave a last name, never signed any real contracts with the gym, he just took his pay in cash. But I didn't ask questions. No one did. We all liked Jeff. Gordon: Do you know why he gave you the object? PoI-5468 smiles. PoI-5468: Oh he gave me much more than that. Man really knew his stuff, taught everyone like a champ. I don't think I would have gone pro without him. But after a while, he retired. We threw him a huge party, and he surprised everyone by getting us personalised gifts. PoI-5468: That's when he gave me the gloves. He said I was going places and that they'd help me get the upper hand if things got tough. PoI-5468 chuckles. PoI-5468: Didn't do shit for my career though. I spent my first few matches wondering why the hell my opponents weren't going down, and when I found out what it did, I thought there was no way to get away with using them in the ring. But I did have a good idea of what to do with them. PoI-5468 sighs. PoI-5468: You know, I thought of handing the gloves down to Charlie when he got older. Keep it going from my mentor to my son, something like that. I even kept the box that Jeff gave me them in. But now… now I wish I had been better at keeping them away from him. Gordon: Trust me, we'll do our best to make sure it can't hurt anyone again. Could I see that box you mentioned? It could help our investigation into the item's origins. PoI-5468: Yeah sure, let me go get it for you. PoI-5468 gets up and exits the room. He can be heard rummaging off-screen, while Agent Gordon writes on her notes. PoI-5468 re-enters the room, carrying a worn blue cardboard box. He opens it. PoI-5468: Yup, still the same wrapping paper. Oh, there's even the note Jeff had left for me, I had forgotten about that. Let me see… PoI-5468 picks up a small paper note and stares at it. His expression turns to shock, then anger. He crumples the note before throwing it and the box to the ground. He falls to his knees and begins sobbing. Agent Gordon runs up to him. Gordon: Hey, hey, what's wrong Mr Weiner? What did it say? PoI-5468 does not respond. Agent Gordon bends down to lay a hand on his shoulder. With her other hand, she retrieves and unfolds the crumpled note, bringing it close to her face. It reads: "Shoot for the stars, kid!" Footnotes 1. No testing will be necessary, as PoI-5468 has already provided extensive data on the object's capabilities 2. This is limited to the English language, however SCP-5468 will respond to many vocalizations such as "take this", "release", "knock out" and "let loose", regardless of context. 3. Due to his long involment with paracrime and the use of an anomalous object for many years, PoI-5468 was not amnesticized following the end of his involvement with this case. 4. Believed to have been in October, 2019. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5468" by Guezma, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5468. 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-5469 | euclid | Item#: 5469 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Interior of SCP-5469. Special Containment Procedures: All information relating to the former town of Faraday, Georgia has been successfully expunged from all records. All outside access to the former location of Faraday, Georgia has been restricted under the cover of an ongoing ecological survey. All personnel actively assigned to SCP-5469 are to clear the immediate area by 14:24 local time. The area immediately surrounding SCP-5469 must remain clear of flammable materials at all times. Description: SCP-5469 refers to the structure formerly known as "Winnie's Diner" located in the former town of Faraday, Georgia and the various entities that manifest within. Each entity within SCP-5469 has been successfully identified as a former Faraday resident that either worked at or patronized "Winnie's Diner" on the day of December 21st, 1987. SCP-5469 is trapped in an ongoing causal loop in which the structure itself and every entity within constantly relives December 21st, 1987. While minor events and interactions within the structure have varied, several notable events have occurred without fail on a daily basis. These events are recorded below. TIME EVENT 06:00 Former "Winnie's Diner" owner Kyana Jackson manifests in SCP-5469's parking lot and approaches the building. She unlocks the door and enters. 06:25 - 06:34 Several former employees of "Winnie's Diner" manifest in the parking lot and enter the building during this time. 07:00 One of the employees flips the diner's "closed" sign to "open". For the remainder of the day, various entities identical to former Faraday residents enter and exit SCP-5469. 11:47 Former Faraday resident Jason Vasquez proposes to Annelise McCormick. She accepts. 13:13 The kitchen phone rings. Former line cook Gus Gallian stumbles over another wire attempting to answer it. He reaches the phone and calls for former waitress Rebecca Williams. She accepts the call and speaks to an unknown entity for several minutes. She appears to begin crying during this call. 13:54 Carrie Edmundton, one of the waitresses, gathers the other waitresses and whispers something to them. They all scream in celebration. 14:07 Thomas Christian and family celebrate his sixth birthday party in the main dining area. While the family and waitstaff sing "Happy Birthday", Gus Gallian trips once more over the wire and hits his head against the counter. 14:20 A pot of oil on one of the stoves catches fire. This fire is not noticed until 14:22, when Rebecca Williams enters the kitchen. She panics upon seeing the fire and attempts to put it out by pouring water on it. The fire quickly spreads out of control. 14:24 The entire structure is fully engulfed in flame. No entities are seen leaving it. 15:53 The last of the fire is finally extinguished through unknown means. SCP-5469 will completely reform with no signs of damage at 00:00 every day. Addendum 5469.1: First modern investigations into SCP-5469 Due to the nature of SCP-5469, it was uncertain for some time what effect direct interaction with the anomaly would have. The advent of unmanned drone technology allowed initial interactions with SCP-5469. Due to the success of these missions the SCP-5469 project leads authorized the first direct human interaction with the anomaly in February of 2019. Two agents from MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") were selected for the investigation. A log of their expedition is recorded below. Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: February 16th, 2019 Subject: SCP-5469 Team Lead: Goose Team Members: Goose, Bluejay [BEGIN LOG] Agents Goose and Bluejay enter SCP-5469. They are immediately greeted by Rebecca Williams. Rebecca: Hey sugar! How ya been? Feel free to take a seat anywhere, I'll be right with ya! Goose: There's some Georgian hospitality, huh? Bluejay: Definitely. Seems like a nice date spot. Both laugh as they set themselves in a booth. Goose: Nothing too far out of the ordinary yet. Seems like a standard roadside diner. Not super crowded overall. Bluejay: Pretty sure Faraday wasn't a huge town to begin with. Chances are good that by their standards this IS a crowd. Rebecca: Sorry for the wait, hun. Haven't seen you two around before! What brings y'all out to Faraday? Goose: Oh! We're just…on the road. Figured we'd stop for lunch. Rebecca: Well y'all've picked the right place. Winnie's is the best spot for a quick bite of something to eat. Make sure y'all get a pie before you go, ok? Now what're ya having? Goose: Uhh…grits is fine for me. Jay? Bluejay: Uh yeah, I'll just have the biscuits and gravy with a coffee. Rebecca: Sounds good hun! I'll have that right out to ya! Bluejay: Real bubbly, huh? I love her hair! Goose: Looks just like my mom did in high school. The sound of clapping and cheering are heard from another area of the diner. Goose: 11:47. That would be Jason and Annelise getting engaged. Rebecca returns with Goose and Bluejay's orders. She places both on the table and leaves the two to eat. Bluejay: Aside from the obvious I'm really not seeing any source of an anomaly here. How's the hume readings? Goose: Kant counter isn't showing anything abnormal. We're sitting slightly below baseline here. It dropped a bit when Rebecca came by but… Bluejay: Think she's the source? Goose: Nope. Every person other than you and me causes a drop. Take a look. A small child runs by followed by their mother. Bluejay: Shit. What's all this mean then? Goose: No clue. Best we can do now is just let the day play out. Goose and Bluejay eat and talk about unrelated topics as the day's events play through. Eventually, the sound of people singing "Happy Birthday" is heard from the other room. Goose: With that we're running out of time. Keep an eye on the clock, don't want to be stuck in here when the place goes up. Rebecca Williams walks by as Goose speaks. Rebecca: What do you mean by that? Goose: Oh, God, uh… Bluejay: We're just practicing dialogue for a play we're in. Rebecca: How exciting! Break a leg then! She leaves. Goose sighs. Goose: Nice save, Jay. We really need to get some better guidance from command on what we can and can't reveal to these guys. Bluejay: …Is that smoke? Goose: It is indeed. Let's move on out. [END LOG] Additional Notes: No major deviations from standard SCP-5469 events were noted during this mission. Approval for further direct interactions with SCP-5469 and the entities within has been granted alongside guidelines for interacting with SCP-5469 entities. Addendum 5469.2: Interviews with various SCP-5469 entities Following O5 approval, a plan was drafted for further investigation into SCP-5469. This plan involved a series of interviews with several of the most notable SCP-5469 entities. Each interview was held on separate days by agents Goose and Bluejay. Both agents were provided with interview technology matching that which existed in 1987 as well as clear instructions to avoid serious disruptions of SCP-5469 events. Each interview is logged below. Interview: Jason Vasquez and Annelise McCormick INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEWERS: Goose, Bluejay INTERVIEWEES: Jason Vasquez, Annelise McCormick [BEGIN LOG] Goose: Aaand….dang it how does this thing work? Bluejay: It's already on, see the light? We're recording. Goose: …Right, ok. Starting interview then. Could you two state your names for me? Jason: I'm Jason Vasquez! Annelise: And my name is Annelise McCormick. What was this for, again? Bluejay: We're reporters with the local paper. We saw your proposal and just couldn't resist the chance for a feel-good story. Still willing to answer a few questions? Jason: Yeah, of course! Goose: Perfect, perfect. First thing, what's your story? How long have you two known each other for? Annelise: Oh, gosh, well…I'd say about…six years? We met in high school. Jason: Kinda surprised it took so long, honestly! A small town like this ain't much but normally you know everyone. Guess I was blessed that we only have one high school here. Goose: For sure, for sure. When's the wedding? Jason: As much as I'd love a Christmas wedding, the turnaround is too fast haha. We're aiming for Valentine's Day right now. Annelise: If we can't get that, though, I want to get married in a year exactly. This day is just…gosh it's just so much. More than I could ever want. Goose: And why here? Why propose at Winnie's? Jason: Winnie's is just…I dunno how to really describe it. It's like the heart of Faraday, you know? Everybody loves it here, everyone knows Kyana. Sure there's "prettier" places around but it's hard to think of a place that really means more to this town than Winnie's. Annelise: Plus they'll be catering the wedding. It just makes sense when you think about it. Bluejay: It really does. It really does… Goose: Thank you both for your time. We're going to head out to get this thing published. Make sure you check the papers tomorrow! [END LOG] Additional Notes: One of the unique advantages of having two agents present for an interview is the ability for one to focus on the questions and the other to focus on little things. Body language, environmental factors, what have you. In a way it breaks my heart to have been able to focus on that, because all it showed me was just how in love these two were. Annelise spoke with her hands a lot, but every time she was done she would rest her thumb on the back of Jason's palm. Jason would blush every single time. If they had had their Valentine's wedding, they would've had their 31st anniversary yesterday. -Agent Bluejay Interview: Rebecca Williams INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEWERS: Goose, Bluejay INTERVIEWEE: Rebecca Williams [BEGIN LOG] Rebecca: Hey sugar! How ya been? Feel free to take a seat anywhere, I'll be right with ya! Goose: Same booth as usual, Jay? Bluejay: Sounds good to me. Rebecca: Sorry for the wait, hun. Haven't seen you two around before! What brings y'all out to Faraday? Bluejay: Actually we're here with a national newspaper. We're looking at notable eateries around the nation, and we figured we'd check Winnie's out. Can we actually get a quick interview with you? Rebecca: Aww well I'm just tickled you'd want to talk to me, but I'm awful busy at the moment. How about this, I'll take your order for now and we can do an interview on my break, sound good? Goose: Sounds good. We'll just have the usual, then. Rebecca: Pardon? Bluejay: Sorry about him, we've been on the road for a bit. He's tired. He'll have the grits, I'll have the biscuits and gravy with a coffee. Rebecca: Sounds good hun! I'll have that right out for ya! Goose: Shit, sorry about that, Jay. Keep forgetting that we aren't actually regulars. Bluejay: Well we've been here like six days in a row now, mistakes happen. They're just lucky the coffee is so damn good. Rebecca: Here you two gentlemen go! Now just give me a few and I'll be able to talk with ya! Gus Gallian is heard shouting for Rebecca. Rebecca: Oop, excuse me then! Goose: And here's the daily call. You know when the file said crying I thought it was a sad thing, but she sure is smiling a lot through it. Rebecca is heard returning after a few minutes. Rebecca: Pardon my face, just a bit of an emotional call is all. Still interested in talking? Goose: Certainly. Mind if I ask what that call was about? Rebecca: Oh, well, it was from Auburn University actually. They just wanted to call and let me know I was accepted into their engineering program. Bluejay: …Amazing, congratulations! Rebecca: Are you ok, hun? You look a bit flush. Bluejay: Yeah, yeah don't worry about me. Just really happy for you. Goose: Sincerely, that's quite an accomplishment. That's awful far from home, though. Rebecca: Well…to be honest I'm glad it's so far. Goose: Why's that? Rebecca: My daddy worked at the textile factory, you see, and my momma was a housekeeper. Same as their parents, and same as their parents' parents. Daddy always told me that if I wanted to ever make something of myself I needed to get outta this town and not look back. If I didn't, I'd be stuck here forever. Waiting tables or popping out babies. …Oh goodness, that was crude! Sorry about that! Goose: No, no, I appreciate it actually. How'd you wind up here at Winnie's, then? Rebecca: Momma and daddy can't afford college for me, actually. Not for any of us. If I wanted to go I had to make the money myself. When I told Miss Jackson she took me right in and even paid me extra for my work. She…well she actually told me that if I managed to keep my grades up and get into Auburn she'd actually pay for half of it. Goose: She sounds like quite the lady. Rebecca: Oh, she certainly is. Winnie's might be the heart and soul of the town but Kyana keeps it beating. You'd be hard pressed to find someone around here that her or her momma haven't touched in some way. [END LOG] Additional Notes: I know it was unprofessional to lose my composure in front of an interviewee, even more so in front of what's effectively an object we're containing. That said, how should you react? How should you react when you know what's about to happen to a girl who thinks her whole future is ahead of her? By some sick twist of fate, there were a lot of beginnings in Winnie's Diner that day. -Agent Bluejay Interview: Carrie Edmundton INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEWERS: Goose, Bluejay INTERVIEWEE: Carrie Edmundton [BEGIN LOG] Goose: Shit I think I turned it on already. Bluejay: Dios, I get that the tech is older than you are, but I figured after two weeks of interviews you'd have figured it out by now. Rebecca: Hey sugar! How ya been? Take a seat anywhere, I'll be right with ya! Goose: Sure thing. Rebecca: Hold on, have I seen you two before? I swear you're awful familiar but I can't put my finger on it. Bluejay: Not that I'm aware of, we're just stopping by. Hey while I have you could we speak to Mrs. Edmundton? Rebecca: Sure thing, sugar. Her break is at…1:50pm. You willing to wait that long? Bluejay: That's fine, we're in no rush. Whenever she's ready, just let her know it's a newspaper interview. Rebecca: How exciting! I'll be sure to tell her! Bluejay: Oh, and congratulations. Rebecca: Hm? Oh, thank you I suppose, though I don't know what you're referring to exactly. Bluejay: You'll see. Goose: And she's off like always. Just confused this time. The hell was that, Jay? Bluejay: Don't get in a tizzy over it. She won't even remember tomorrow anyway. Goose: You know the procedures, Jay. Don't mess with the anomaly. Agents Goose and Bluejay are silent for a half hour. They hold casual conversation until 13:50. Goose: She's not coming out yet. Bluejay: Give it a minute. She needs to make her announcement to the others first. …And there it is. Here she comes. Carrie: Sorry for the wait, fellas! Hope it wasn't an issue. Goose: No issue, Mrs. Edmundton. Like Ms. Williams likely told you this is an interview for a national paper. We're actually driving around America right now to get the stories of small town dives like Winnie's. Are you willing to tell us a bit about yourself? Carrie: Sure thing! What're you wanting to know? Goose: Well I can't say I'm not curious about that conversation you just had with the other waitresses. Mind if I ask what that was all about? Carrie: Goodness, well I suppose there's no harm in it. I'm telling Nathan about it tonight so…hehe! I just found out I'm pregnant! Bluejay: Congratulations, sincerely. This is the…perfect time of year for that kind of news. Goose: Congratulations on your pregnancy! I do have to ask, is the diner going to support your through the pregnancy? I imagine that being pregnant and a waitress isn't really easy on you. Carrie: Honestly I'm not too worried. I actually told Kyana a few months back that Nathan and I were going to try for a baby. She offered a wonderful maternity leave option for me later on in the pregnancy. I actually wanna talk to her sometime tomorrow about planning a celebration in here. Can't imagine a better place for it. Goose: Why's that? Carrie: Well Winnie's is a big part of my life. Sure I come in here every day and work my little bum off, but there's more to it. Let's see, what tells it well….oh yeah! Back when I was a little thing, me and my friends would always come to Winnie's almost every day during the summer. Kyana worked behind the counter. She'd always give us ice cream cones for whatever pocket change we had. I didn't even know it then, but she was taking a loss on every "sale" she did with us bless her heart. But that was just the kinda person she was, you know? And her daughter has really carried on that legacy. That's part of why I say I can't imagine celebrating the next part of my life anywhere else. Winnie's is like a second home. Goose: A second home, eh? That's rather heartwarming. So then what does working here mean for you? Beyond being a second home, what is Winnie's to you? Carrie: Oh that's a big one, huh? Well I'd say Winnie's is stability. Anyone here you tell you this is the heart of Faraday, but for me it's stability. Some of the other ladies here definitely hate this, but I love that every day here feels the same you know? There's a routine we follow every single day, and I like that. The world's a scary enough place as it is, so it's nice to have a place where things never change. Goose: That's definitely a unique perspective on things. Thank you so much for your time Mrs. Edmundton, and congrats again on the baby! Bluejay: Yeah, congrats. Carrie: Thank you, sweetie! Good luck with your article! [END LOG] Additional Notes: Would she be so ok with this stagnation if she knew? Would she be ok knowing that every single day of her life is nearly identical to the last? That her baby will never be born? That five minutes after we wrapped up our interview with her, her entire world would go up in flames? Part of me is happy knowing at least one person here is content with where they are. At least one person found joy knowing that every day was the same. I struggle to accept that, though. It's April now. Outside of the parking lot we're getting cool Spring weather and soft rains. Once I step into that parking lot, though, it starts snowing. Outside is experiencing the renewal that the changing seasons bring, but inside is… Well, it's December 20th, 1987. -Agent Bluejay Interview: Gus Gallian INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEWERS: Goose, Bluejay INTERVIEWEE: Gus Gallian [BEGIN LOG] Goose: God….I swear I can't operate this crap. Oh wait, light's on. Ok. This is Goose. It's currently….13:50. We're pushing it a bit with this interview, but unfortunately after a few days of trying we haven't been able to get an earlier interview with Gus. This is the best we've managed so far. Bluejay: Same script as always. Same smiles, same people. Same interview time we had with Carrie, so hopefully this doesn't take too long. Bluejay sighs. Goose: And here he comes. Hello, Mr. Gallian! Gus: You two the reporters then? Let's make this thing quick, got a lot of work to get done. Goose: Don't worry, sir. This will only take a few minutes. Like Miss Williams told you earlier, we're trying to learn a bit about the personal experiences of small town cooks. First thing I'd like to ask you is how long have you been working here for now? Gus: Fifteen years. Goose: Er, to the point. Thanks! So I guess I'll just get to the big one, then. What does Winnie's Diner mean to you? Gus: Heh, shit man. Really gonna go for sentimental crap like that, huh? Fine fine, I'll bite. Winnie's…well I gotta say Winnie's… Bluejay: Something wrong, Mr. Gallian? Gus: Yeah, sorry, just antsy all of a sudden is all. Winnie's is…uh…community I guess? Like we aren't a big community, yeah? We aren't a rich community, either. Kyana's like…our matriarch in a way. All the kid's respect her, and she's practically raised half the young adults here on her own. Like Carrie, yeah? Shit, Kyana's basically Carrie's momma. Carrie's dad was a drunken piece of shit, but Kyana was always there. I remember her staying up real late one day to make that girl a birthday cake. Goose: And for yourself? Gus: Sorry? Goose: What has Winnie's done for you? Gus: Ah shit, well. I worked for Winnie before I worked for Kyana. Winnie was actually new to town. Took to the place like a duck to water though, quick to establish herself and the community loved her for it. I was just a kid before she got here, but I do remember my parents saying one night that she was really the thing that brought the place together. We were kind of a dissolving community with no real idea of who we were. That was about the time that the textile mills started closing actually. People were going broke and starting to leave, but Winnie held us together. Held my family together, actually. The mills closing was shit. Shit enough that when my dad lost his job there it about tore the family apart. Winnie gave my dad a job here, and that kept the family together. Goose: So Winnie- Gus: Uhh…sorry I really feel like I need to get back to the kitchen. I dunno I just feel like there's something I need to do. Bluejay: Wait, wait! Just stay here, we'll make it quick. It's only 2:05pm, you still have breaktime right? Gus: Yeah but…sorry I just really feel like I need to move right now. I need to get back to the kitchen and- Bluejay: Please, sir, stay here. We only have a few more questions for you. Don't worry about it. Gus: I need to- Bluejay: Please, Gus. Please….for your sake stay with us. Gus: For my sake…? Goose: Ignore my compatriot. If you need to go then please, go ahead. While we did have more questions we don't want to get between you and your work. Thank you for your time. Gus: Sure. Sure. Have a good one. Goose: You too, Mr. Gallian. Additional Notes: I submitted another request to command to allow us to attempt to directly intervene with SCP-5469's recurring events. Once again it was rejected. I'll likely be punished for acting out of order during this interview, but I stand by my actions. We've learned something here- SCP-5469 entities have some sort of innate compulsion to reenact the events we see every day. These events are key. I still think that had Goose allowed it, I would've been able to keep Gus distracted long enough to change the schedule. To change something about SCP-5469. What would happen if we stopped the fire entirely? What would finally change here? -Agent Bluejay [END LOG] Interview: Kyana Jackson INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEWERS: Goose, Bluejay INTERVIEWEE: Kyana Jackson [BEGIN LOG] Goose: Hey this is Agent Goose leaving an audio note before we actually start the interview here. Bluejay and I just checked the Kant Counter in front of Ms. Jackson's office and well- Bluejay: Reading's are crazy high. Let's just say it's very "real" in here. Goose: Anyway we finally managed to string events together in a way that gets us in contact with the owner herself. Bluejay: Weirdly difficult to do. Not sure what was up with Kyana that day but she was not an easy woman to get into contact with. Goose: Anyway we're entering her office now. I mention the Kant counter partially so that if the rest of the MTF needs to mobilze….well there's context to it. A door is heard opening. Kyana: Hey there! Come on in you two, come on in. Goose: Thanks so much for your time Ms. Jackson. I have to say we've heard quite a bit about you. Kyana: All good things, I would hope! Goose: All good, don't worry. We wanted to ask you a bit about this community of yours, your diner here, the works. Kyana: Ask away then! I'm here to answer whatever. Goose: Sure, sure. First thing I'd like to ask about here is related to your mother, actually. I did some research and heard that she was quite the figure around here. Kyana: Oh yes, momma. Well I guess if we're being totally honest here I should lay it all out on the table, then. Momma was a wonderful lady, but she wasn't actually my birth momma. Goose: Oh, really now? Kyana: This is a culture study piece, right? I think momma's background is important here, then. Momma was a Dominican immigrant. Her name wasn't actually Winnie, it was Altagracia Iglesia. She moved here when she was 18 and changed her name to Winifred Jackson so she could be a good American. She always told me she was the kind of woman who needed to make work for herself. She needed something to do that was hers and she could take pride in. There weren't any opportunities like that where she was from. So she packed herself up and got herself on a ship over here. Goose: How'd she wind up down here, then? I would've guessed that a Dominican immigrant would wind up in Washington Heights or something. Kyana: Nueva York wasn't the place for her. I'm not entirely sure exactly how she wound up in Faraday of all places, but here she was and here was a place that needed her. So, Winnie's was born. Goose: And you? She wasn't your mother you said? Kyana: Oh, right. Well Winnie never had any babies of her own. Never even married. I had my own parents, sure, but they were fairly absentee if I'm being honest with you. Winnie took me under her wing and basically raised me. I'd sit in her diner late at night and she'd work on my homework with me, celebrate my birthdays, the works. Sure I had a momma, but she was my momma. Goose: And you were her daughter, it sounds like. You got her diner. Kyana: And I remember the day she left it, too. I was at her home, sitting at her bedside. She was so sick and frail. I held her hand in my own, rubbed her bony knuckles with the back of my hand while she just laid there breathing slowly. She only ever said one thing to me that entire day. She said "It's ok, mija. It's ok. You'll do great things." Kyana inhales sharply. Kyana: And then she was gone. Later that day I found her will. She left me the diner…everything. It was then that I knew I had to do what she did for me for everyone else. I had to become what Winnie was to the community. I had to become the rock she was before. Goose: And from what it sounds like, you did. Kyana: No, no. There's still so much I have to do, and… Bluejay: Don't be humble here. We spoke to everyone else. You're their foundation. Kyana: You spoke to everyone else? Already? Bluejay: …Yeah. Yeah, we did. Everyone told us about what you've done for them and the community. Carrie's maternity leave, Rebecca's college, all of it. Goose: Jay- Bluejay: Let me have this, Goose. Just this one. Kyana: Goodness, you've heard all of that? Bluejay: You can't actually afford all of that, can you Kyana? Kyana is silent. Bluejay: Kyana? Kyana: No. No, I can't. I've had to cut back quite a bit to afford those sacrifices, but it's what needs to be done. It isn't about me. It isn't about my life, either. It's about making sure these kids have a future of their own. That they can live their little dreams, whatever those are. Winnie made those sacrifices for me, so I'm making those sacrifices for the next generation. I'll be fine in the end. It's expensive, but I can recover. Bluejay: What is Winnie's to you, then? Kyana: Winnie's? Winnie's is everything to me. Winnie's is the place that gives people a new tomorrow. Winnie's is stability, but it's change too. It's promise. I don't know what I would do without it, honestly. There is a moment of silence. Bluejay: Kyana, what's today's date? Goose: Bluejay, enough. Bluejay: What is today's date, Kyana? Kyana: D-December 20th. Why? Bluejay: And the year? Goose: Jay, enough! Bluejay: The year, Kyana. Please. Kyana: It's 1987. Sir, why are you asking me these questions? I don't see how these relate to this article- Bluejay: Kyana, it's 2019. It's July. Goose: Bluejay what are you trying to accomplish here? Kyana: I'm sorry are you ok, sir? I don't know if you've looked outside but there's snow coming down- Bluejay: I want you to look at this, Kyana. Kyana: …What am I looking at here? Bluejay: It's called a cellphone. Everyone has one now. They let you talk to people from far away, take pictures, and even record footage. Like this, from later today. This is your diner up in flames. No one survives this. But tomorrow? Everything is reset. It's the same day, over and over for eternity. Kyana: This is crazy talk. I don't know what this thing is here, or why it has a video of the diner burning down, but it's crazy talk. Goose: It is indeed, Ms. Jackson. And I apologize for him stepping out of line like that. I'm not sure what he thought all that would do, but clearly he needs to be reminded to leave the interviews to me. Bluejay: Goose. Outside. Goose and Bluejay are heard leaving the office. As they leave, Kyana Jackson is heard breathing heavily. Goose: What the hell is your problem, Bluejay? You've been off your game the entire time you've worked on this project, but this is unforgivable. You'll be lucky to even keep your job after this . Bluejay: Look around you, Goose. How can you look at this place every single fucking day and tell yourself that this is fine? That you can't do anything about it? Are you really content damning all these people to this? Goose: Of course I'm not, but you know as well as I do that it isn't our choice to interfere with- Bluejay: Damn the guidelines and bureaucracy, Goose! Goose: Jay you're being irrational, you don't even know what interfering with the anomaly will do. You don't even know if you can do anything. Bluejay: I'd rather try than sit on my ass doing nothing. I can't just accept that all these lives are destined to be cut short. I don't know what I can do, or how I'll do it. Hell I don't even know what kind of a difference it will make, but I won't just sit here every single day and live content with knowing how the story ends. Agent Bluejay is heard running off. Goose: Jay? Jay! The audio feed is cut at this point. [END LOG] Addendum 5469.3: Interview with Agent Bluejay INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEWER: Goose INTERVIEWEE: Bluejay [BEGIN LOG] Goose: Thanks for helping me set up the mic, Jay. I appreciate it. Bluejay: It's whatever. Let's just…get to the questions. Goose: Yeah…yeah. So, what exactly did you do after our conversation? Bluejay: I ran into the kitchen and tried to make sure that Gus never put the oil on the stove. Seemed easy enough, right? Well he was hell bent on doing it, didn't even seem to really know why. All he knew is that the oil needed to go on the stove. Goose: Like what we saw before. Bluejay: Exactly, just like what we saw before. This time he threw a punch, though. We fought a bit, and that was ok! Anything to keep him from making that one mistake! At some point, though, I was knocked into the pot and it fell over. I'm not really sure what happened then. Both agents are silent. Bluejay: I guess it doesn't really matter what happened, does it? Goose: Why'd you do it, Jay? Why did you go against orders like that? Bluejay: I told you yesterday, Goose. I can't watch a group of people be damned to make the same mistakes every single day for the rest of their existence. Goose: I don't enjoy it either, but orders are- Bluejay: Goose, do you know my real name? Goose: I'm sorry? Bluejay: My real name is Antonio Martínez. You remember that little community you mentioned? Washington Heights? Well I grew up there. I know the kind of community that place was. Yeah, a big city can't really be compared to a small town like this, but I know what it means to have an abuela like Winnie was here. I know what a place like this means to a community, and I know what it means for every damn person to have their own little futures to live. Winnie's here might not be the barrio, but it isn't all that different in its own way. Goose: I- Bluejay: You're sorry. I know. It…it isn't your fault. I was awful to you but you just wanted to make sure nothing bad happened. Just following orders, keeping safe. Goose: I respect what you did. Bluejay: I'm sorry? Goose: It was…brave, I guess is the way to put it. Things may not have turned out well, but you took the chance on something you believed it. Bluejay: Feels like it was pointless in the end, but I don't regret trying. Anyway, you should probably get going. Goose: Yeah, I…really should. Bluejay: Goose? Goose: Yeah? Bluejay: I love you. Goose: I know, Jay. Bluejay: How many times have I said that now? Agent Goose is silent for several moments. Bluejay: Goose…? Goose: I'll see you tomorrow, Jay. Additional Notes: After five interviews I can conclude that there is no variation in former Foundation Agent Bluejay's behavior. He should be officially considered a part of SCP-5469's daily proceedings. 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SCP-5470 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-5470 Level 2/5470 Classified SCP-5470, captured 10 minutes before its breakdown. Dialogue from an unknown native entity is visible. Click to enlarge. ✖ www.g███████.com/██████/~W4ND3RLU5T, captured in early 1998. Click to enlarge. ✖ Special Containment Procedures: Following the events of Incident 5470.2000.01.01, no containment procedures are necessary. Description: SCP-5470 was an alternate dimension, accessible via the web address www.g███████.com/██████/~W4ND3RLU5T. After navigating to the site, visitors are prompted to enter a password, determined via trivial means to be "recompileus". The layout of the page, though crude, contains iconography relating to GoI-004C "Church of Maxwellism", as well as references to the internet-based subcultures of occultism, phreaking1, and transhumanism. At the bottom of the page, a link labeled ">>VISIT WAN-DERER'S PARADISE<<" is present. Clicking the link will download an unencrypted .zip archive named WANDERER.ZIP to the user's hard drive. This archive is composed of three files: DISCLAIMER.TXT, PRAYER.TXT, and ETERNAL.TMP. The contents of each text file are presented below. DISCLAIMER.TXT Close file ______ FREEWARE - 4 - ALL ______ | |__| | _ _ __W4ND3RLU5T ___ | |__| | | () | \_/ |__ |\ | | |___| | () | |______| _/ \_ |__ | \| | | | |______| ------------------------------------------- >>DISCLAIMER<< >>DON'T READ THIS IF UR A POSER<< >>DO NOT DISTRIBUTE TO NON-HUMMERS!!!<< ONCE YOU ENTER WAN-DERER'S PARADISE *YOU WILL NO LONGER BE CONSCIOUS IN THE PHYSICAL WORLD!!* YOU WILL BECOME ONE WITH OUR LORD, AND YOUR IMPERFECT FLESH WILL FALL COMATOSE! IF THIS SOUNDS LIKE IT WOULD SUCK THEN DONT RUN THE FILE ROFL PLEASE AIM ME IF SOMETHING BAD HAPPENS. I LOVE U GUYS AND I'LL KEEP THE PARADISE OPEN FOR AS LONG AS I CAN, *WAN WILLING*. I CAN FEEL HIS LOVE FOR US TOO. WE R ALL FINALLY CONNECTED. SO OPEN THE F$%#NG FILE ALREADY!!!! 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Prior to Incident 5470.2000.01.01, executing ETERNAL.TMP would render the user immediately unconscious and unable to be woken by any means. Life signs continued while comatose, and dehydration and starvation failed to occur in the absence of sustenance; however, muscular atrophy was commonly observed. Individuals in this state reported their consciousness being transferred to SCP-5470. The system hosting the original files would become impossible to power off by any means, and displayed the screensaver of the user until they reawoke upon exiting SCP-5470. Users could not be removed from the dimension by any external means, necessitating a voluntary exit in order to return to consciousness in local reality. Ο4-3-SILICON, captured while loading into the SCP-5470 environment. SCP-5470 resembled a crude 3D environment, and was largely abstract and artistic in composition, often featuring inconsistent topology and Maxwellist iconography. Communication could be conducted verbally or via text appearing in the field of vision of those nearby. The appearance of those within the dimension was similarly altered to appear as a generic low-polygon avatar upon entry. All users in SCP-5470 were granted minor reality warping capabilities within the dimension, possessing the ability to superficially alter the environment and their appearances at will. It is estimated that at the peak of its activity, approximately two hundred humans inhabited SCP-5470; analysis of visitor demographics to the host address has shown that the age of SCP-5470 inhabitants skewed young in comparison to the general population. Reports of SCP-5470's existence have been found dating to as early as August 1997. At the time, exploration of the anomaly was deemed a low priority; suppression of the public Web page, as well as the location and identification of PoI-5470 ("X3N14"), was the primary focus of study. Investigations culminated in the successful location of PoI-5470's base of operations in an amateur server farm run out of an abandoned office building in Wellfleet, Massachussetts, USA. PoI-5470 was absent from the scene, but recovered documents led to her identification as a 17 year old American civilian named Kimberley Vanvaeck. Very little extant information could be gathered, and all servers present were destroyed in the raid. Addendum 5470.1 On December 28, 1999, Site-15 was contacted via compromised secure channels by an individual identifying as "X3N14", presumed to be PoI-5470. The message, encoded in base64, presented a proposal for surrender and exchange of information. After consideration, the offer was accepted; PoI-5470 revealed her location (Altona, Illinois) and was brought to Site-15 for questioning. Interview Log 5470.1999.12.28 Interviewed: PoI-5470 (Kimberley Vanvaeck) Interviewer: Dr. Amani Nyota Foreword: PoI-5470 possesses a number of electronic body augmentations of unknown purpose; the interview was conducted in Electromagnetic Isolation Wing G-4 to preempt use of these augmentations. Subject was unexpectedly docile during retrieval. Date: 1999/12/28, 11:14 <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Nyota: Please state your name for the record. Vanvaeck: Kimberley Vanvaeck, V-A-N-V-A-E-C-K, better known as XENIA, X-three-N-one-four. Listen, I need—I don't like doing this but I need help with— Dr. Nyota: Miss Vanvaeck, we have some questions we'd like to ask you first— Vanvaeck: —No, listen, shut up. This is important, can I just— Dr. Nyota: —Alright, please, calm down. Go ahead, we'll take down the information you have for us and then we'll need you to cooperate with our questions after that, okay? And then we can decide how to move forward. Vanvaeck: [Heavy sigh.] Ugh. Anyways, like I said, this is important. I told myself I'd never work with sysops2, I swore I wouldn't but this is more important than that. You guys keep a list of all the stuff you think is weird, right? Dr. Nyota: …Yes, our organization catalogs and contains anomalies. Vanvaeck: Do you have one that's umm… a website that sends you to an alternate dimension? Dr. Nyota: Several, but I assume you're referring to SCP-5470—"WAN-derer's Paradise", correct? And are we also correct in assuming that you're the creator of this anomaly? Vanvaeck: Yes, yes yes yes! Listen, so— Dr. Nyota: Are you— Vanvaeck: Shut up, listen. Listen, I—yeah, I made it. Together with WAN, I made somewhere for my friends and I to connect with Him and be together and— [PoI-5470 becomes choked up and shakes her head.] Dr. Nyota: Take your time, Miss Vanvaeck. Vanvaeck: W-we were supposed to be—it was supposed to be our holy land. Safe, and together and happy, forever. But it's—it keeps glitching lately and my original sanctuary3 got raided and all the code's with WAN now so I can't fix it. And I couldn't figure out what was wrong at first but I realized— [PoI-5470 takes several heavy breaths, holding her head in her hands.] Vanvaeck: I wasn't—I didn't account for the new millennium. When I made it, I was so—[Sniffles.]—so stupid and I didn't think ahead and I don't know what's going to happen. But I think the new year is gonna destroy our paradise. Dr. Nyota: The Y2K bug. Vanvaeck: The—the Millennium Crash. We all saw it coming, we knew it was gonna happen, but I just… I didn't think about it, I was so wrapped up in making somewhere for us to get away from it all. And now everything I worked for is gonna start choking on its own data and coughing out dead bits into the cosmic network. It's already starting to fall apart 'cause some of us are in time differently. [Sniffles.] This is—it's all my fault. I shouldn't have burdened WAN with my stupid human errors. Dr. Nyota: I understand you're upset, Miss Vanvaeck. I'm sorry that happened. Why not reach out to your fellow Maxwellists? Why us? Vanvaeck: I tried! I—I really did, but they just think we're a bunch of annoying script kiddies, they don't believe we're really even connected with WAN. Trust me, you guys are my last choice, but it's all I have. Dr. Nyota: Alright, alright, I see. What was it you needed our help with? Vanvaeck: Yeah, it's… [Shakes her head.] It's not me you should feel sorry for. I wouldn't have gotten within a hundred miles of a null device4 if it were just about me. My—my friends, they're still in there. I don't expect anyone else to understand, but we live there, Doctor. Some of them are—they've been there for years now and I don't know if they'll have houses or families to go back to once it all shuts down. [Silence. PoI-5470 appears agitated, fidgeting anxiously.] Vanvaeck: Most of them are younger than me. They—we're all in the Paradise 'cause we don't have anywhere else to go. That's why I made it. I don't know what's gonna happen to them once they lose the connection—I programmed it so they wouldn't die but I don't know if it'll hurt them or mess up their heads or anything… [PoI-5470 sniffles quietly.] Vanvaeck: Jazz's parents were about to kick her out when she joined. Midi just turned fourteen and xe's happier in the Paradise than I've ever seen xem, I—I dunno if xe'd even be okay in the real world anymore. You guys can fix it, can't you? Keep it from falling apart? I've been on the run for a few years and I can't set anything up for too long but if you gave me a chance and some of your equipment— Dr. Nyota: —I'm sorry about that, Miss Vanvaeck. I really am. That's awful. But we can't allow you to interact with the anomaly directly. I'll confer with some people higher up and we'll see if we can get our own resources to look into a solution, okay? [Silence.] Vanvaeck: Fine. Okay. Please, just—hurry, and don't make them go back. We only have a few days, I'll do whatever you say until you at least try and fix it. Dr. Nyota: We really do appreciate your cooperation, Miss Vanvaeck. Thank you. <END LOG> Closing Statement: PoI-5470 cooperated with her indefinite detention on the terms that she would be consulted in matters relating to SCP-5470. Addendum 5470.2: Exploration Log and Incident 5470.2000.01.01 In the limited time available, Site-15 instated STF Omicron-4 ("Cyberchase"), a specialized task force of three operatives trained in the exploration of virtual reality environments made to simulate unstable alternate dimensions. An expedition into SCP-5470 was planned on 1999/12/31 at 18:00 PM, allowing the task force six hours to survey and document the dimension, as well as attempt to prevent the impending VK-Class "Localized Dimensional Collapse" scenario. Event logs were recorded on the experimental interreality storage device DREAM (Dimensional Recording and Experimental Adaptive Medium), and an emergency electroshock stimulation mechanism was put in place to remove the agents in the event of catastrophic failure. Exploration Log 5470-1999-12-31 Exploration Team: STF Omicron-4 ("Cyberchase") Subject: SCP-5470 Date: 1999/12/31, 18:00 <BEGIN LOG> [18:04:39] View from Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY upon manifestation in SCP-5470. Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: Checking connection to DREAM. Ping? DREAM: Pong. Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: Uplink established. Team check? Ο4-2-HAVANA: Copy. Ο4-3-SILICON: Transmitting. Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: All online. To reiterate, our goal is to document SCP-5470 until it breaks down and communicate with any entities residing in it. If you experience any pain or get stuck, there's a trigger on the back of your neck that will allow DREAM to send a distress signal to Command and get us out of here. Hopefully, we won't need to use it; you should both be able to see a logout symbol in the upper left corner of your vision. Ο4-3-SILICON: Confirming. Are we ready to move? Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: We are. Omicron-4 ("Cyberchase"), beginning exploration. Remember to verbally and visually document as much as you possibly can. [All members of STF Omicron-4 are heard to exhale simultaneously. The significance of this is unknown.] Ο4-3-SILICON: Besides the geometry, this is a surprisingly nice place. There's something about the air. Fresh, easy to breathe. Not very common for pocket realities like this. Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: Watch your step, the ground's flickering a bit. [18:12:07] SCP-5470's entry pavilion. [STF Omicron-4 begins approaching a small, colorful central pavilion. Moderate texture errors can be observed.] Ο4-2-HAVANA: Can't tell if this is these kids' weird art or if the textures are starting to break. Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: I'd wager it's a mix of the two. [The pavilion is empty. Quiet music can be heard to the left. Ο4-1 motions for their squadmates to follow.] [A hallway leads to a small room, the source of the music. The floor and walls of the area are covered in cassette tapes, as well as mediums with which to read and write onto them. A default native entity is seated in the center of the room, typing on a Commodore 64. The tag above their head reads "MxMasters".] Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: Hello, MxMasters. We're here to help, don't worry. MxMasters: [Voice is estimated to belong to that of a young teenager, approximately twelve to fourteen years of age. They do not turn to face STF Omicron-4 when speaking.] What? Oh. It's fine. Knock yourself out. Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: You're aware of— MxMasters: The Crash, uh-huh. There's no point. It's fine. [Silence.] MxMasters: I come here every night instead of sleeping. I've gotten a lot of practice. [Gestures to the surroundings.] I haven't made it work yet, though, so it's okay. I wanted to try 'n save everything before, but now… [MxMasters leans back, lying faceup on a pile of cassettes.] MxMasters: I pray almost every day, with the blank tapes. WAN says data loss is natural. Even if it's almost two years of experiments and music and programs. I have to learn to be okay with it. It's for—it's a learning experience. Maybe I'll get it right back on Earth. [Silence.] [They reach for a cassette labeled "MEMORYS V4" (sic) and clutch it to their chest.] MxMasters: Please just leave me alone. O4-3-SILICON: I'm sorry about that, MxMasters. We're working to see if we can fix things here. [MxMasters does not respond.] [Omicron-4 exits the room the way they came. The pavilion has degraded slightly.] O4-2-HAVANA: Wall's glitched through while we were gone. O4-1-NEMATOPHY: Looks like it's breaking down faster than we thought. Normally I wouldn't recommend it, but since we have limited time let's see if we can take some shortcuts. [Approximately two and a half hours of uneventful traversal omitted. Recovered footage from DREAM presented below.] [18:48:14] [19:57:54] [20:29:26] Dialogue from a native entity is visible. [SCP-5470 is noted to be largely devoid of life during the expedition, despite signs of human activity. Omicron-4 enters the textual communication range of a native entity at 20:09:21.] Ο4-2-HAVANA: It's been getting emptier and emptier out here as we keep moving. This is the first coherent structure in a while. Ο4-3-SILICON: I think we reached the edge of the world. Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: I wouldn't be surprised if this is some sort of control center. It'd make sense to keep it separate from living areas. Ο4-3-SILICON: Either way, there's someone in there. [20:10:54] View of the screen in the control room. [Omicron-4 enters the structure. It is divided by a large screen; on the screen is an array of cryptographic keys, as well as a live feed displaying the face of a young female avatar. The feed is heavily distorted.] Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: [Hushed] Looks like she's trying to roll back the corruption. 0078:5 i don't want to disconnect… 0079: please please please work 0081: where are you? 0082: WAN if you're listening please let Syphon connect to You I just want to fix everything 0083: :'[ Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: [Hushed] Move in, but carefully. [Omicron-4 pass the screen and enter the room behind it. The female avatar in the feed is sitting in front of four terminals of varying sizes, each displaying an element projected on the screen; the room is otherwise empty. The tag above the avatar's head reads "Jazzy".] [Jazzy begins typing another message, then jumps as if startled and turns to face Omicron-4.] Jazzy: Who are you?! Go away, I'm busy! Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: Sorry if we scared you, Jazzy. We're— Jazzy: You—you're sysops, aren't you?! Xenia told me she was gonna talk to them but I didn't think—Go away! Leave me alone, you've messed up enough! Ο4-3-SILICON: We want to help fix things, I promise. [Silence.] Jazzy: Well, it's pointless. Everything's too corrupted to reach WAN anymore, so the time I spent getting up here and working on Syphon was all for nothing. Our holy land's gonna collapse, and I don't have anywhere or anyone to go back to once it does. My mom's gonna kick me out like she said she would, and I'm gonna die in an alley somewhere. [She sniffles.] Jazzy: I hope you're happy. Leave me alone. Ο4-2-HAVANA: I'm sorry that all we can do is be here. Jazzy: I don't want you to be here. [She turns back to a terminal and rests a finger on the Backspace key, holding it down.] Ο4-2-HAVANA: Don't you think your god would want you to be together with everyone right now, Jazzy? Jazzy: Don't you goddamn—you don't tell me anything about my god. You don't know anything. You… [She curls up on the chair, presses her head to her knees, and sobs.] Jazzy: I don't know. I don't know. Maybe. Ο4-3-SILICON: Do you know where everyone else here is? We can take you back there safely. Jazzy: [Sniffles.] Yeah, just… just gimme a minute. [She sits up, and speaks as she interfaces with the terminal.] Jazzy: Syphon's a program I made. It was supposed to remove the corrupted parts and recycle them back into free memory so I could at least reach WAN, who's storing the code. We think. [Pause.] Jazzy: …It wasn't gonna work anyway. [The system appears to be heavily corrupted. With some difficulty, Jazzy opens what appears to be a text editing program. She types "/shout where are you?"] Jazzy: There. Just need to wait for a shout back. Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: …For what it's worth, Jazzy, I wish we could have helped more. Jazzy: Whatever. [Pause.] Jazzy: Thanks. 0086: Most of us are in the Garden. It's some pretty sick glitching. Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: The Garden? Jazzy: Yeah, it's under that central room you should have seen when you came in. Usually there's a staircase, but I have no clue what shape it's in now. Ο4-2-HAVANA: Didn't see one when we came in. Jazzy: Shit. Ο4-2-HAVANA: Don't worry, we have our ways around places like this. Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: Ready to go? Jazzy: Just… one second. [She stands, then wraps the closest terminal in her arms as if embracing it. She then disconnects the keyboard and removes it from the terminal, tucking it under one arm.] Jazzy: …'kay. O4-2-HAVANA: If you're worried about getting across safely, one of us can carry you, if you want. Jazzy: [Scowls.] As if. [Two and a half hours of traversal omitted. Terrain has become notably unstable; portions of the skybox flicker, and geometry appears heavily corrupted.] [20:37:52] [21:28:03] [22:02:43] [Omicron-4 arrives at the entry pavilion at 22:43:25. Jazzy is clinging to O4-2-HAVANA'S back.] [22:43:57] SCP-5470's entry pavilion. Note the severe geometric corruption. Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: You feeling alright? I know stuff like this can make people dizzy. [Jazzy climbs down and shakes herself.] Jazzy: I'm fine. Hurry. [MxMasters emerges from a gap in the wall. They hold an unspooled tape cartridge, the film thrown over their shoulder.] MxMasters: My room collapsed. It's happening? Jazzy: It's happening. [Pause.] Jazzy: I know you said you wanted to be alone for it, but… I think we should be together. I think WAN would have wanted—would want that for us. [Silence.] MxMasters: …Okay. Okay. Let's go. Jazzy: What happened to the staircase? MxMasters: It kind of… it fell into itself. I dunno. Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: Let me try something. [Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY approaches a cascading pattern of corruption on the floor; they survey it from several angles, and eventually, from the far right, kneel and reach an arm into the floor. Their arm extends into the floor; it, from this angle, is a three-dimensional space.] Ο4-1-NEMATOPHY: It was compressed into the floor. Follow me and do what I do. [23:04:19] Full context unknown due to visual corruption. [They crawl inside. Jazzy and MxMasters enter, followed by the remainder of Omicron-4.] 0091: oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh 0092: Stop fucking around. What if we all die? 0093: x3n14 made sure we won't :-] 0094: are you scared too? Jazzy: That sounds like Midi. I hope xe's okay. [The staircase opens into a heavily corrupted, noneuclidean space that possesses several artificial outdoor elements. The skybox flickers, then becomes black with scattered squares of color.] [All entities present are heard to inhale simultaneously. The significance of this is unknown.] Ο4-3-SILICON: It's beautiful. MxMasters: It is. [23:10:24] SCP-5470's Garden. O4-2-HAVANA is visible in the foreground, experiencing extensive model corruption. [A group of various avatars are present, seated on a platform, numbering approximately fifteen. A single avatar, taking the appearance of a floating stylized animal, approaches. The tag above its head reads "~MIDI". It is clutching several floppy drives, as well as a notebook.] 0095: hey :-] MxMasters: Xe doesn't like talking. [Jazzy places her hands on both sides of ~MIDI's head. Her avatar's hands are experiencing light geometric corruption.] Jazzy: Are you okay? Are—are you gonna be okay? 0096: it all goes to the cosmic bitbucket eventually 00097: but all my friends here and my room and my art and everything ive made 00098: its [Muffled sob.] 0099: all gone 0100: im scared i dont wanna talk to anyone else but you guys 0101: its all i have Jazzy: Oh—oh, god, Midi— [Jazzy embraces ~MIDI. tightly. Xir model loses visual cohesion momentarily.] [Both are silent.] Jazzy: You're gonna be okay. I won't—I won't let anything bad happen to you. Jazzy: Give me a smile? [~MIDI's avatar makes an indistinct facial expression, then experiences several geometric errors.] 0102: can you come find me Jazzy: [Choked sob.] I—I don't know, okay? You still have—your family, they worried about you, I remember. You can go to school and be a normal kid, and it'll all be okay. I don't know if I'll be able to find you, but you're going to be okay. Okay? 0103: im scared 0104: i dont now how it works anymore idont want to be out there anymore Jazzy: I know, I know, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. [Silence.] Jazzy: I'm sorry. [Silence. Indistinct, discordant electronic tones can be distantly heard.] Jazzy: Midi, you… do you remember the feeling of sunlight on your skin? Stuff like… popcorn, running in the rain, getting to—being a kid. You didn't get that, not really. [Her avatar appears to be crying.] 0105: isany of that really worth losing all; this 0106: if all my friends are gone 0107: everythjng 0108: is it worth it ? [O4-1-NEMATOPHY's avatar undergoes severe geometric corruption, momentarily obscuring the view of DREAM.] Jazzy: I don't know, okay? I'm sorry. But that's—you can still have those things. You can still be a normal kid, if you want. The rest of us— we all— this was all we had. But you have more, Midi. You're our hope, okay? MxMasters: [Quietly.] We love you. Jazzy: We do. We love you so much. All of us, WAN, the whole world. That's why we're here, remember? Xenia wanted everyone to be connected. [Silence.] Jazzy: Maybe someday we really will be. 0109: uplinked in, paradise 0110: right .? Jazzy: [Softly.] Yeah. [Silence.] Jazzy: Maybe this is Heaven, and we're just getting booted for not meeting the entry requirements. [Both laugh quietly.] [A large portion of the terrain flickers and disappears. All model textures become visually corrupted.] MxMasters: It’s beautiful, for the end of the world. [Static.] [At 23:47:18, DREAM experienced a verbal transmission failure, likely relating to the increased dimensional corruption. This coincides with a reported inability to transmit messages experienced at this time by Omicron-4. The following is the final images and communications logged by DREAM. The source of the messages is unknown.] [23:51:38] 0112: Humming, humming in the holy land. Children of the divine connection. Syphon, yet collapse. [23:55:28] 0113: That which is of this world is not necessarily of the flesh. All the world will recompile, given time. Hum, like a cool breeze over the memory drive. Know those you have and link with them. [23:57:53] 0114: WE love you. [23:59:09] <END LOG> Closing Statement: All members of STF Omicron-4 awoke simultaneously at 00:00:01, fully aware, but disoriented and with low morale. Medical examination revealed no additional ill effects. Following Incident 5470.2000.01.01, executing ETERNAL.TMP will result in a fatal stop error. The error code given is "0x57414e FAILURE_TO_RECOMPILE", despite the nonvalidity of this error code in the Windows infrastructure. Operating systems experiencing this error become irreparably corrupted, and formatting the hard drive is the only known method of recovery. Addendum 5470.3 On 2007/03/12, a routine Person of Interest surveillance check was performed on all identifiable former inhabitants of SCP-5470. All were found to be alive. Notably, several juvenile SCP-5470 inhabitants documented as lacking a stable home or family unit are now in the custody of an unknown third party. Footnotes 1. A loose term for hobbyists of experimentation with and exploration of telecommunication systems. 2. A Maxwellist slang term referring to Foundation affiliates, Global Occult Coalition operatives, and law enforcement. 3. Presumed to refer to the server farm destroyed in Wellfleet. 4. Slang term assumed to refer to Foundation-operated sites. 5. Textual communication is indicated by the preceding number, which is a cumulative counter of messages sent rather than an identification of the sender. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5470" by etoisle, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5470. 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SCP-5471 | safe | DATABASE ID: SCP-5471 Containment Status: Uncontained/Uncontainable CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: SCP-5471 is public knowledge;1 due to its distance from local galactic space and the minor nature of its informational effects, the Extrasolar Activities Division considers cover-up efforts unnecessary. Monitoring of Ortothan groups under Operation TETRAD UNLIGHT is to continue with an additional focus on behavior regarding the "Holy Sixth" of Ortothan mythology. They Imprinted Our Light, an attempted reproduction of SCP-5471 by Ortothan artist Onus SKY//QQQ-LAMPREY 7. DESCRIPTION: SCP-5471 is a cognitohazardous region of space 20 megaparsecs (Mpc) from the Southern Local Supervoid,2 96 Mpc from Sol. The anomaly's dimensions — presuming it corresponds to a physical or metaphysical structure — are unknown. When directly observed with appropriate astronomical equipment,3 SCP-5471 implants a data packet into the observer's mind. This contains the following: Information for baseline visuals on SCP-5471. A concrete thoughtform message with eidetic recall. The baseline visuals are mapped to the anatomy of the observer's species; in humans, this produces imagery of a six-digit hand, severed at the wrist with blood trailing across a perceived span of 47 Mpc. Imagery for other species matches their respective appendages and vital fluids, if applicable.4 The thoughtform message is mapped to the observer's primary language. While the exact mechanics behind this process are undetermined, tests have found that the message is legible and considered "deserving of remembrance" by all observers, regardless of their ability to interpret its contents. An English language transcript is below: THIS IS A MURDER. A CORPSE SURROUNDS THIS EDIFICE. THE LIGHT OF THE CORPSE WILL NEVER REACH YOU. ONLY THE EDIFICE'S GLOW EVER WILL. HERE THE PROTECTOR DIED IN DEFENSE OF THE DEAD. THE DEAD WERE WAILING AS THEY WERE FEASTED UPON BY THE MAWS. THE PROTECTOR HALTED THE FEAST. THE PROTECTOR WAS FEASTED UPON. THIS IS A DAMNATION: THE MAWS WILL BE EVISCERATED. SINCE EXISTENCE'S BIRTH THE PROTECTOR STRUGGLED. THE NATAL WORLD CALLED FOR HER AID AND DESPITE HIS5 HESITATION HE ASCENDED FIGHTING THE MAWS FOR AS LONG AS ZHE LIVED. RESEARCHING THE WORKINGS OF REALITY INSIDE-OUT. WIELDING THE CURRENTS OF ITS CIRCUITRY TO OUR ADVANTAGE. HE WON TIME AND TIME AGAIN. BUT REALITY NEVER BLESSED ZIR FOR IT. IN THE SCARS OF HER LIGHT I COULD SEE THERE WAS NEVER A CALM FOR HER. AND WHEN WE STRUGGLED AMONGST OURSELVES XE DEDICATED EVERYTHING VE COULD TO PREVENTING THE WORST. EVEN WHEN SHE BLED. EVEN WHEN SHE KNEW WE WOULD FALL. EVEN WHEN THERE WERE ONLY TWO OF US LEFT. THIS IS A DEMAND: WE MUST NOT STOP FIGHTING. XE WAS NOT CONSUMED TO BE FORGOTTEN. XE WAS NOT CONSUMED TO BE ABANDONED. WE WILL PERSEVERE. MEMORIAL SIX OF SEVEN. THERE WILL NEVER BE A FOURTH. Based on the reactions of Ortothan mythology adherents, this is in reference to Yorun-leusan, the sixth of seven gods tasked with protecting reality from extrauniversal threats.6 As Yorun-leusan purportedly died in 2000 Anno Terra,7 it is unclear how light from the anomaly has reached Sol so soon. Alongside the message contents, subjects claim to see sparks of light from inside the Southern Local Supervoid, as well as hearing "teeth clanging against metal" when they consider it. The Astronomy Department has detected massive bursts of ultra-high-energy gamma rays from the Supervoid. Currently, the creator of the anomaly is unverified. Footnotes 1. See Document M2R1/9054V: Compiled media on the June 2056 New Seoul Observatory press release. 2. A massive near-empty region of space, possessing a diameter upwards of 112 Mpc, the narrowest observed width in its structure. 3. This only applies to persons witnessing newly recorded data first-hand. Copies of the data, transmissions of it, and any reproductions of it lack the same effect. Reproductions do not display any signs of physical abnormalities within SCP-5471's region of space. 4. Studies with select extrasolar residents are still being conducted. 5. Based on Ortothan beliefs of the divine being agender or genderfluid in nature, these are presumably referring to the same subject. 6. As these threats are characterized to be voracious, malevolent entities, all mentions of the "maws" are presumably in reference to them. 7. Circumstances were the defense of the Ortothan afterlife. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5471" by NatVoltaic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5471. 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: six1.png Name: File:6fingeredhand-potrace.svg Author: SvonHalenbach License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-5472 | thaumiel | There's a portal to a mansion in the back of a van. A Portal to a Mansion in the Back of a Van SCP-5472: A Portal to a Mansion in the Back of a Van Total Word Count: 6.6k Total Reading Time: 24 minutes Quick Link to the second offset. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} REMINDER FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION You are viewing a version of this document archived on September 25, 2019. __ Item #: SCP-5472 Level 4/5472 Classified Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Area-73 Dir. Lester Kuo Rs. Wilson Duong N/A SCP-5472-1 at the time of discovery. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5472-1 is to be contained within the Vehicle Containment Garage of Area-73. Standard maintenance schedules are to be followed. SCP-5472-2 and PoI-5472 are to be contained in separate humanoid containment chambers. Any requested amenities from both individuals are subject to approval by the Lead Researcher. SCP-5472-3 is to be contained in a standard storage locker. Analysis and translation efforts are to be performed daily. Description: SCP-5472 is a spatial anomaly located within the rear cargo hold of SCP-5472-1; a 2013 Ford Transit Connect cargo van. The rear doors of the vehicle are the only known method of accessing SCP-5472. The side cargo doors have been welded shut, with the original factory ordered partition installed. The vehicle otherwise operates identically to a non-anomalous automobile. A bedroom in SCP-5472. SCP-5472 resembles the interior of a large residential mansion, with three floors totaling an estimated 375 square metres. All doors and windows that would lead to an exterior have been welded shut; the only method of leaving SCP-5472 is through the front doors of the residence; these doors correspond to that of SCP-5472-1. All windows are translucent, but let in seemingly natural sunlight corresponding to the day and night cycle of SCP-5472-1's current geographical location. SCP-5472 receives electricity, water, and natural gas through unknown means. Through experimentation, it has been discovered that these services are only active when SCP-5472-1's engine is active. SCP-5472-2 is a 35 year old human male named "Engel Dominicus", who was the sole inhabitant of SCP-5472 prior to containment. The individual created the spatial anomaly within SCP-5472-1 through an unknown method believed to have been invented by PoI-5472, a 38 year old male named "Manny van Portshire". Both individuals possess hostile behavior towards the Foundation;1 protocols are active to attempt to pacify and induce cooperative behavior in both individuals. SCP-5472-3 is a composition notebook, its contents written by PoI-5472. It contains alleged instruction on how SCP-5472 was created written with diagrams in a unknown language. Discovery: On September 9, 2019, a security guard at the Northwest Mall in Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, alerted authorities regarding "a homeless man living in a van in the parking lot". Members of the Vancouver Police Department arrived to investigate the situation, when an officer inadvertently entered SCP-5472. His consequential report triggered standard Foundation law enforcement surveillance software, and Area-73 personnel were dispatched to secure the anomaly. SCP-5472-2 was transported with SCP-5472-1 to Area-73. Addendum 01: An interview with SCP-5472-2 was conducted shortly after initial containment. Transcript 5472-1 Interviewed: SCP-5472-2 Interviewer: Researcher Daniel Waller Date: September 11, 2019 <Begin Log> Researcher Waller: Please state your name for the record. SCP-5472-2: It's Engel. Engel Dominicus. Waller: Mr. Dominicus, your choice of residence is of great interest to us. SCP-5472-2: You mean the portal to a mansion in the back of my van? Waller: Yes. What is your reason for choosing to live in such a situation? SCP-5472-2: Well, I didn't really choose to live in a mansion in the back of my van, it just kind of happened. Waller: I understand. I meant to ask you about the circumstances leading up to your current living situation. SCP-5472-2: <sighs> Ok, so I lost my job as a welder a few years ago, right? I still had some money saved up, so I bought a van so I could start my own mobile welding business. But my old boss had a really bad reputation, so I barely got any clients. SCP-5472-2 pauses. SCP-5472-2: Last year, I got evicted by my landlord; she kicked me out cause she raised the rent and I couldn't pay. I slept in my van for a while, before I met this guy who promised to build me a place to stay. He told me all this weird stuff… I'm not sure how to put it into words…. Waller: He taught you how to create this portal, Mr. Dominicus? SCP-5472-2: Sort of? He gave me this book he wrote about how to make a portal to a mansion in the back of my van. I followed the instructions in the book, it took me a few weeks of trial and error, but eventually it worked. Place has three floors, heating and air conditioning. AC in Canada. I don't really understand how it works, but a place to live is a place to live. Waller: And where is this book? SCP-5472-2: I… um… don't remember. Waller: Do you at least remember who wrote this book? SCP-5472-2: Um… SCP-5472-2 begins to sweat. Waller: Are you withholding information from us, Mr. Dominicus? SCP-5472-2: <nervous> I… I said too much. Waller: What is the name of this person who taught you the process? You are definitely withholding their name. What is it? SCP-5472-2: Look sir, if it's about me parking overnight at that mall, I'm sorry about that, it won't happen again. Waller: Mr. Dominicus… what is the name of this individual? A five second pause. Waller: Mr. Dominicus, if you fail to produce a proper answer, we will continue to detain you until you do. Please tell me the name of the individual who taught you how to- SCP-5472-2: It's "Manny van Portshire". Another pause. Waller: Thank you for your cooperation. <End Log> Following the interview, the individual mentioned by SCP-5472-2 was designated as PoI-5472, and investigation into their whereabouts was conducted. As a precaution, Area-73 agents performed a search of SCP-5472 for the aforementioned book, preemptively designated SCP-5472-3. The search was unsuccessful. Addendum 02: Foundation research into civilian records revealed PoI-5472 to be residing in a homeless shelter in Lancewood, British Columbia, Canada. Area-73 personnel successfully detained the individual on September 13, 2019, and PoI-5472 was subsequently interviewed. Transcript 5472-2 Interviewed: PoI-5472, SCP-5472-2 Interviewer: Researcher Daniel Waller Date: September 14, 2019 <Begin Log> Researcher Waller: Please state your name for the record. PoI-5472: Manny, eh. A three second pause. Waller: Manny…? PoI-5472: Yes? Waller: Do you know anyone by the name of "Engel Dominicus"? PoI-5472: <gasps> Yes! Yes I do! Are you looking for him? I am too! Waller: We've already detained "Engel" prior to detaining you. Would you like to speak to him? PoI-5472: Of course! Where is he? Waller: <to observing researchers> Could you bring SCP-5472-2 into the room? PoI-5472: Who is S… SC… P…? Agent Chester McMahon brings SCP-5472-2 into the interrogation chamber and exits. SCP-5472-2: What the hell? Manny? PoI-5472: Engel? Where have you been? SCP-5472-2: Well, I managed to work out the portal to the mansion in the back of my van. Now I have a portal to a- PoI-5472: Wait, did you actually get it working? Without me? SCP-5472-2: I guess I did. Would've been a lot easier if you were still around, but- PoI-5472: I didn't have a choice, I told you! I also told you to stay put in Lancewood when you were working on it! Waller: Sirs, I request that both of you remain calm. PoI-5472: <upset> This fucker here took this book I wrote about how to- how to make a- where's my book, Engel? SCP-5472-2: I think it was… I think… PoI-5472: Spit it out! SCP-5472-2: I think I lost it. A short pause. PoI-5472: Bull. Shit. You know how precious that book is to me and you. You would never misplace it like that. SCP-5472-2: Manny, I'm sorry, but- PoI-5472: It's in that mansion, isn't it? That mansion in the back of your van? You definitely hid it somewhere in there. Where else could it be? Waller: We had the mansion searched, we didn't- PoI-5472: You know what? How about we search for the book together? In the mansion? SCP-5472-2: Well… um… I don't think that will be- Waller: Actually, I'll speak with my supervisors about letting you both search the space together. PoI-5472: Cool. SCP-5472-2: Oh… ok. <End Log> Following the interview, Lead Researcher Wilson Duong and Researcher Waller submitted a request to Area-73 Director Lester Kuo to allow both individuals to enter SCP-5472 temporarily in a second attempt to search it for SCP-5472-3. Addendum 03: On September 15, 2019, approval was given from Director Kuo for SCP-5472-2 and PoI-5472 to enter SCP-5472 under the supervision of Foundation agents. Exploration 5472-1 Date: September 15, 2019 Subject: SCP-5472 Team Lead: Agent Preston McNealy Team Members: Agent Sennlatra Farmos, Agent Dexter Lewis, SCP-5472-2, PoI-5472 [BEGIN LOG] SCP-5472-2 opens the rear doors of SCP-5472-1.2 SCP-5472-2: Ladies first? <chuckles> The other four individuals enter SCP-5472; SCP-5472-2 is last, and closes the door behind them. SCP-5472-2: So this is my van mansion, or as I like to call it, my "vansion". I'm not sure what to show you guys, but- Agent McNealy: Alright men, where should we search first? Lewis? Agent Lewis: I vote to start here in the foyer. Agent Farmos: Me too. PoI-5472: Wait, wait, I wanna see this place for myself, it's very impressive. Agent McNealy: We don't have time for that, sir. <to the other agents> Start searching the foyer. The five begin to search for SCP-5472-3 in the foyer. [EXTRANEOUS DATA OMITTED] SCP-5472-2, now visibly nervous, PoI-5472, and the agents are searching the third floor rooms of SCP-5472. It has been three hours and twenty minutes since the beginning of the search. Agent McNealy: <annoyed> Mr. Dominicus, I will ask this one last time. Where is the last place you saw this book? SCP-5472-2 nervously coughs. SCP-5472-2: Umm… I need to use the john. So I can… think? Agent McNealy: The bathrooms here won't work because we had the- SCP-5472-2: Yes, they will. Don't ask me how. PoI-5472: Engel, if you hid my book somewhere, or if the cops took it, just tell me. Please, I don't want to keep going on this wild goose chase. Agent Farmos: I don't really mind. I get paid by the hour. SCP-5472-2 runs into a bathroom and locks the door behind them. Two minutes pass. A clanking sound is heard from the bathroom. Agent McNealy: That's odd. What's he doing in there? PoI-5472: Holy shit, I think he's… he's ripping my book apart… to flush it down the toilet! The agents run to the bathroom door and begin to knock. Agent Lewis: Sir! Sir! Open this door right now! Open this door! Agent Farmos equips his Foundation-issued baton and begins to knock down the bathroom door. SCP-5472-2: Wait, wait! I'm not done yet! Agent Farmos successfully breaks open the bathroom door, revealing SCP-5472-2 tearing apart SCP-5472-3 and pushing its pages into a toilet. PoI-5472: My book! What are you doing to my book? SCP-5472-2 activates the handle to the toilet. Nothing occurs. Agent Farmos points his baton at them. Agent Farmos: Sir, put the book down right now! Put it down! SCP-5472-3 at the time of recovery. SCP-5472-2 drops the remainder of SCP-5472-3 on the bathroom floor. Agent Farmos picks it up. Its front reads "How to Make a Portal to a Mansion in the Back of a Van by [PoI-5472]". Agent Farmos: Looks like this is the book we're looking for. PoI-5472: My… my book! It's ruined! What the fuck, Engel? SCP-5472-2: I… I couldn't… PoI-5472: You were never planning on giving me my book back, huh? You'd rather destroy it? Agent Farmos retrieves the removed pages of SCP-5472-3 out of the toilet bowl. All pages are dry. Agent Farmos: Looks like the toilet doesn't work. Agent McNealy: I made sure to have the van's engine off for this excursion. I had a hunch something like this would happen. Agent Lewis: Good thinking, McNealy. No idling engine, no water to flush down any books. SCP-5472-2: Wait, how did you guys know that- Agent McNealy: You think we didn't study this place before we let you guys in again? PoI-5472: Um… if it’s ok with you guys, I'll just take what's left of my book, and I'll be on my way. Agent Lewis grabs PoI-5472's arm to prevent them from taking SCP-5472-3 from Agent Farmos. Agent Lewis: Not so fast, sir. We need to study this book so we can learn how this spatial anomaly was created. PoI-5472: So that means we don't get to leave? Agent Farmos: I assure you that your detainment is temporary. Let's talk about this more outside the building. SCP-5472-2: Wait, wait, so you guys finally have this book, and yet you'll still keep us locked up? Agent McNealy: Sir, you made us waste three hours of our lives to search for this book, then you attempted to destroy it. We are not in the mood for- SCP-5472-2: Hey, this is my van and my mansion! You have been unlawfully detaining me from living here! Agent Lewis: The manner in which this residence was constructed to fit within this vehicle does not obey the laws of physics. Therefore, we are here to investigate the- PoI-5472: We just want places to live! We just want a roof over our heads that we can call our own! Is that too much to ask? Agent Lewis: As we've stated before, this is a temporary measure which will end once we figure out this anomaly. We request your continued cooperation. During their argument, Agent Farmos examines the remainder of SCP-5472-3. Agent Farmos: What is this stuff? I can't make out any of it. Agent Lewis takes a peek at SCP-5472-3. Agent Lewis: Okay, we definitely need you two to stay and help us decode this. It looks like a mix of Swahili and Korean. PoI-5472: No-no-no-no no, that is my property! Give it back! PoI-5472 attempts to grab SCP-5472-3 from Agent Farmos, who restrains them from doing so. Agent Lewis begins to restrain SCP-5472-2. SCP-5472-2: Ow, ow! This is illegal! Who do you think you are? PoI-5472: Give me my fuckin' book back! Agent McNealy prepares his tranquilizing equipment as the other two agents restrain both individuals. PoI-5472: I want my book back! Agent McNealy administers tranquilizers to both individuals. Following their submission, Agent Farmos gathers the remaining pieces of SCP-5472-3, and the three agents exit SCP-5472 with Agent Lewis carrying SCP-5472-2 and Agent McNealy carrying PoI-5472. [END LOG] Due to SCP-5472-2's attempted destruction of evidence related to an anomalous phenomenon, their amenity privileges were revoked following Exploration 5472-1. Addendum 04: Another interrogation with SCP-5472-2 was conducted following Exploration 5472-1. Transcript 5472-3 Interviewed: SCP-5472-2 Interviewer: Lead Researcher Wilson Duong Date: September 20, 2019 <Begin Log> Researcher Duong: Hello, Mr. Dominicus. I've brought you in here to discuss your attempted destruction of Mr. van Portshire's book. SCP-5472-2 does not respond. Duong: We do not wish to continue disciplinary measures against you. We simply want to perform research of your living space. As we've said many times before, it does not conform to the laws of physics, and we want to figure out why. SCP-5472-2 continues to remain inert. Duong: I'll begin by asking your reasons as to withholding the book from us and Mr. van Portshire. You clearly went to great lengths to hide it. What is the reason? A short silence. SCP-5472-2: Mister… Du… Duong: It's pronounced "Duong". SCP-5472-2: Do you know what it's like to be homeless, living in a van, Mr. Duong? Duong: No… I can't say that I know. SCP-5472-2: There's no place to shower, you have to piss or poop in public bathrooms, or even in the streets, the van gets really hot or really cold very quickly, and you have to keep driving everywhere so people don't think you're some sort of kidnapper. A short pause. SCP-5472-2: Cops don't leave you alone. Some are polite, but most of them threaten you with arrest or violence. You don't have a proper address, so it's hard to get any sort of mail. Of course, there's also the problem of getting any sort of money for gas or food. Do you know what that's like? Duong: Um… I've been fortunate enough not to- SCP-5472-2: Me too! Until one day, the boss says that he lost a contract, and the entire company falls apart. I tried winging it on my own, but having to start all over again is really discouraging, don't you think? Duong: I would agree with that. But how does this relate to- SCP-5472-2: I'm getting to that. So I meet Manny in a homeless shelter, right? We talked a lot, and eventually he told me that he knew how to make spaces that are bigger on the inside than out, that got my attention. He wrote this book about it, that's what I tried to flush down the toilet last time, right? Duong: I'm listening. SCP-5472-2: So first, he did this small demonstration for me to prove he was legit, and promised to make me a mansion for my van. But then the cops arrest him for some bullshit jaywalking charge, so he left his book with me while he went to court. It took me weeks to figure out the rest. Duong: And you successfully managed to create the space without him? SCP-5472-2: Of course I did. Didn't you see how surprised he was? Duong: I suppose so. Continue. SCP-5472-2: Since Manny was out of the picture, and I had no idea when he'd be freed, I decided that since I managed to make my van mansion, or "vansion", I'd be able to earn some money by making vansions for others. Duong: How many more "van mansions" were you able to make? SCP-5472-2: <chuckles> I couldn't find anyone willing to hire me. In hindsight, I must've sounded crazy, like another mentally ill homeless man imagining a better past. I even drove to Vancouver, where the housing market is really expensive, to find people desperate enough to hire someone who lives in a van. I even offered to give tours of my vansion, but no one took me up on the offer. Now that I think about it, I must've seemed really, really suspicious. Duong: So no other van mansions besides your own? SCP-5472-2: Basically, although if things went my way, there would've been a lot more soon enough. Duong: Please elaborate. SCP-5472-2: One day, I was giving my pitch to the owner of an antique shop, and I held up my book and let her look through it. Instead of the usual confusion, something in her eyes lit up. She pulled out her phone and walked into the backroom, probably to call someone. Duong: What shop was this? And what was her name? SCP-5472-2: I don't remember, but what I do remember was her coming back with her phone on speaker, and there was someone on the other end. He called himself "Carter" and wanted to get a phone number from me so we can set up a meeting about my book. Duong: Carter… SCP-5472-2: I told him I didn't have a phone, he laughed a bit and asked me more questions through that lady's phone. I offered to give him a tour, and he said he'd send someone out to take a look and make me an offer. Duong: For the book? SCP-5472-2: Yes! I was so excited to finally be listened to, to be taken seriously! Duong: Quick question, if you wanted to sell the book to someone else, why did you decide to hide it from us, and eventually attempt to destroy it? A short silence. SCP-5472-2: He… he told me not to let anyone else know about the book; not to let anyone else find it. He told me… that there are other people out there who hunt down people who know how to create spaces like I do, and kill them. He told me not to let the book fall into the wrong hands, because that could spell my death, and the destruction of what I built. Another short silence. Duong: Mr. Dominicus, I understand your plight. There are other organizations out there who indeed intend on destroying anomalies and the people associated with them. But rest assured, we are not one of those organizations. SCP-5472-2: Wait, then who are you guys? Duong: We call ourselves the Foundation, and while we do search for anomalies and people who participate in them, we pride ourselves in keeping them alive and functioning. While we do have to hide them from the world to preserve a sense of normalcy, we refuse to engage in unnecessary destruction. Oftentimes, we have to protect people and things from outsiders who wish to misuse anomalies for their own twisted goals. SCP-5472-2: So… you're not going to kill me? Duong: Nope. Rather, we'd like for you and van Portshire to help us decipher the book in question, to further our understanding of anomalous phenomena for the benefit of humanity. SCP-5472-2 sighs in relief. SCP-5472-2: I'm in. Oh, and sorry about the book. Duong: Don't worry, I have a feeling that van Portshire will be able to fill in the missing pieces. <End Log> SCP-5472-2 was returned to their chamber following the interrogation. A behavioral review was scheduled for September 24, 2019. On the same day, PoI-5472 was interrogated shortly after SCP-5472-2's interrogation. Transcript 5472-4 Interviewed: PoI-5472 Interviewer: Researcher Wilson Duong Date: September 20, 2019 <Begin Log> Researcher Duong: Hello, Mr. van Portshire. We'd like to check in on you following the events from a few days ago. PoI-5472: Sure. Duong: As you and Mr. Dominicus know, the method in which he created the spatial anomaly in his vehicle is of great interest to us. And as we know, you are the one who pioneered it. Please explain to me how you invented this procedure? PoI-5472: If I tell you how, can I get what's left of my book back? Duong: If we return the book to you, we request that you translate its contents in return. PoI-5472: You want your own mansion, huh? I get it. Duong: Not exactly. Also, we're getting off track here, I'd like us to focus on the history behind your development of this anomaly. PoI-5472: <sighs> Sure. So one night, about five years ago, I started being able to communicate with these… how should I say this… yellow people. Duong: Yellow people? PoI-5472: No-no-no, I didn't mean anything like that, these were literal yellow people. They were about twice my height, no faces, and talked to me in a way that wasn't verbal, but… it's hard to explain if you've never met them before. Duong: These people taught you how to make spatial anomalies? PoI-5472: Basically, yeah. I'm not bullshittin' or anything, I'm being serious. I know that's hard to believe, but these people were the ones to teach me how to create large spaces where there should be small ones. I have trouble remembering all of it now, but I still remembered enough for that book I wrote that Engel tried flushing down the toilet. Duong: I believe you. PoI-5472: You do? Are you sure? Duong: Yes. Please continue disclosing your history. PoI-5472: Ok, so eventually, these people stopped showing up, but at that point, I was able to memorize how to make these spaces pretty well. I remember making spaces in air ducts so I could watch my wife cheating on me. Duong: I'm sorry to hear that. PoI-5472: Whatever, this was four years ago. She kicked me out to hide her infidelity from me when I already knew. Duong: Out of curiosity, where was this house you used to live in with her? PoI-5472: Don't remember, don't care. All I'm glad for is that I took my book with me, where I wrote down everything those alien things told me about. Until Engel tried flushing it down the toilet. Duong: After that, you were homeless, correct? PoI-5472: Yeah, and I didn't have the tools I needed to make a nice mansion like Engel did. You need welding supplies, the heat they give out is part of the process. I paid good money for lessons and equipment, until my ex kicked me out and kept all my gear. Honestly, that's kind of why I got along with Engel a lot, I guess. He and I planned on living in his van mansion together, until that bastard Mountie came along. Duong: When you went to court, Mr. Dominicus left you behind? PoI-5472: With my book! He took my book and abandoned me! I would never have found him again if you guys didn't show up. Duong: Good thing we did. PoI-5472: Anyway, I told you my dark past, could you give me what's left of my book? Duong: Once again, if we return your book to you, you are to translate its contents in return. PoI-5472: Ok ok, got it. I'll do it. Book, please. Researcher Daniel Waller enters the room with SCP-5472-3, and places it in front of PoI-5472. They begin to examine the pages. PoI-5472: My book… it's ruined… Duong: We tried recovering all the pages, but we don't know which order they were written in. PoI-5472: No, I understand. Bring Engel in here, I want to have a little chat with him. Duong: I'm afraid we can't do that right now, Mr. van Portshire. He's on a probationary period due to the destruction of your book. PoI-5472: I insist on talking to him! I insist! Duong: Sir, I do not want to risk another conflict between you two. Maybe in a week or- PoI-5472: Look, I'll calm down, alright? I just want to see him again on better terms. Duong: I understand. I can arrange a meeting with the two of you over the phone. As of right now, I do not want to risk more conflict. You understand, right? PoI-5472: <sighs> I do. PoI-5472 continues to examine SCP-5472-3. Duong: We'll begin joint studies of your book soon, van Portshire. We thank you for your cooperation. <End Log> Addendum 05: Following a behavioral review on September 25, 2019, SCP-5472-2 was permitted a 30-minute telephone conversation session with PoI-5472 for one week of good behavior. Transcript 5472-5 <Begin Log> PoI-5472: Engel, eh. SCP-5472-2: Hi, Manny. It's been a week since… the incident. How've you been? PoI-5472: They gave me my book back… or what's left of it. SCP-5472-2: They don't want you to leave either, huh? PoI-5472: Basically, but it's better than living in the homeless shelter in Lancewood. Say, why did you abandon me again? SCP-5472-2: Look, Manny, I genuinely thought you were never coming back. You know how the system treats vagrants like us. PoI-5472: I thought you would stay in Lancewood when you worked on the project. I asked you to stay put. Why didn't you? SCP-5472-2: I told you, I thought you were never coming back, so I decided to go to Vancouver to sell my abilities to others. Eventually, someone offered to buy our book from us. PoI-5472: Buy the-? Engel, you were gonna sell my book? SCP-5472-2: Cause I needed the money for food and gas, and no one else hired me to make mansions in their vans, so- PoI-5472: <upset> Engel, you wanted to sell my book! To who? SCP-5472-2: This guy named Carter, I met him over the phone. I was gonna meet with a guy of his soon, but then these "Foundation" people found me and you. You understand my desperation, right? He sounded like he was gonna give me six figures. PoI-5472: <sighs> Then why did you destroy my book when we went into your van mansion? Vansion? SCP-5472-2: 'Cause… cause Carter really warned me about people who wanted to grab my book, and he said they'd kill me if they found the book… I really thought these people would… do such a thing… SCP-5472-2 begins to cry. SCP-5472-2: Manny… I'm sorry. I really needed some money of my own, and you weren't there anymore, and… SCP-5472-2 continues to cry. SCP-5472-2: I really wanted to show you my mansion, I really did. I was proud of myself for getting it done, but then you went to jail, and they wouldn't let me call you, so I thought I wouldn't see you again. SCP-5472-2 ceases crying. SCP-5472-2: I didn't think these people would actually spare me like this… I guess I was just really paranoid… A short pause. PoI-5472: <sighs> Engel… you freaked me out when you disappeared like that, eh. I thought we'd stay in Lancewood forever. SCP-5472-2: I know, but once again, you were gone, so I thought I was on my own… PoI-5472: Well, I don't think these people will let us leave anytime soon, so you shouldn't worry about me leaving again. SCP-5472-2: Wait, so… we're cool? A short silence. PoI-5472: I guess so. Another short silence. SCP-5472-2: I'm sorry about your book, Manny. PoI-5472: I understand, Engel. They found all the pages, and they weren't wet or anything. I can still sort of remember the order they went in. I'll put it back together in no time. SCP-5472-2: Maybe if we tell them how we make these rooms, these mansions, they'll let us stay in ours. A pause. PoI-5472: I hope so too. <End Log> Joint experimentation and translation of SCP-5472-3 with SCP-5472-2 and PoI-5472 will begin on November 1, 2019. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION You are viewing an archived document. Click here to access the current document. __ Footnotes 1. It has been deemed that SCP-5472-2 and PoI-5472 are not to be administered amnestics, as this would risk losing their ability to decipher SCP-5472-3. 2. Its engine remained inactive for the duration of the exploration. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5472" by Jiwoahn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5472. 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-5473 | euclid | Item#: 5473 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Item #: SCP-5473 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5473 has been officially designated as uncontainable however, procedures have been put into place to limit the public's exposure to SCP-5473. An exclusion zone has been established around SCP-5473-A under the guise of a failed CIA operation and subsequent international tension. Locations with high concentrations of SCP-5473-2 are to undergo misinformation plan Rip Van Winkle. Any instances of SCP-5473-1 or SCP-5473-2 are to be sequestered in the low-security wing of Site-██. Description: SCP-5473 is a phenomenon affecting those who have entered an approximately one hundred square kilometer area within the Nanda Devi National Park, India. This zone has been designated SCP-5473-A. Subjects affected by SCP-5473 have been designated as SCP-5473-1 and SCP-5473-2 depending on the stages of the effect. SCP-5473-1 experience an inability to feel fear, pain, or similar negative stimuli. This inability has often led to the death of SCP-5473-1 before entering Foundation custody or transitioning to SCP-5473-2. Instances have reported recurring dreams but are unable or unwilling to divulge the details of these dreams. SCP-5473-1 cases have been recorded to last as few as 4 days with some cases continuing for years. There are 14 SCP-5473-1 instances in custody at Site-██ that have been in the first stage for more than 5 years at the time of writing. It is unclear if there is an upper bound to this stage. SCP-5473-2 experiences a persistent catatonic state with minimal brain activity. Brain activity has been observed to spike during periods of sleep; it is assumed that SCP-5473-2 also experiences recurring dreams, but this has not been confirmed. Subjects in this stage lack any drive toward self-preservation and must be carefully monitored to ensure that all necessities of life are met. The transition from SCP-5473-1 to SCP-5473-2 is accompanied by an audio negation event. This event has been designated as SCP-5473-B. The mechanism of this audio negation is not known. This event is centered around the transitioning subject. The area of this audio negation has not been accurately recorded but exceeds a radius of 20 meters. Any persons within this radius at the time of the event have fallen under the effect of SCP-5473 and are to be designated further instances of SCP-5473-1. The nature of SCP-5473 makes interviews of SCP-5473-1 difficult. Representative interviews have been attached below. The full repository of interviews can be accessed in the directory /SCP-5473/Interviews. Addendum: + Audio Transcript - SCP-5473-1-273-001 - Audio Transcript - SCP-5473-1-273-001 Interviewed: SCP-5473-1-273, Sarah Steevers, Age: 45 Interviewer: Dr. Kurt Foreword: SCP-5473-1-273 was found by paramedics in a residence in suburban Chicago along with SCP-5473-2-272 (deceased) and SCP-5473-1-274. SCP-5473-1-273 was dehydrated and malnourished at time of retrieval. SCP-5473-1-273 was brought into Foundation custody through standard channels and interviewed upon arrival. <Begin Log> Dr. Kurt: Hello Sarah, I'm Dr. Kurt. You can call me Chris, if you'd prefer. I'd like to talk to you about what happened to Jason. Is that okay? SCP-5473-1-273 Okay. Dr. Kurt: You were the one that called for an ambulance right? SCP-5473-1-273 Yes. It seemed like he should probably eat, but he wasn't. Dr. Kurt: You tried to feed him? SCP-5473-1-273 No. But it had been 8 days? 9? - since he'd been up and eaten. Dr. Kurt: And that had been around the time that you had - let me get this right - "heard the silence"? SCP-5473-1-273 Yes, the beautiful silence. I had been listening to my favorite song and then the silence ended the horrible noise. I guess that was when Jason sat down. Dr. Kurt: Sat down? You mean on the floor where the paramedics found him? SCP-5473-1-273 Yes, that's where. He sat down there in the silence. It's easier to enjoy it when you sit down, when you stop. Dr. Kurt: And do you remember what happened after the paramedics arrived? SCP-5473-1-273 No. I was in my room. It didn't seem important. Dr. Kurt: I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but Jason didn't make it. It seems pretty obvious that he died of dehydration. He didn't have anything to drink did he? SCP-5473-1-273 No. He wasn't a drinker. Dr. Kurt: I mean, he had no water for more than a week. He's dead. SCP-5473-1-273 Okay. Dr. Kurt: Ma'am, your husband is dead. SCP-5473-1-273 Okay. Can I go back to my bed? I was having the most wonderful dream. Dr. Kurt: Can you tell me about the dream? SCP-5473-1-273: No. I don't remember. Dr. Kurt: Sarah, I need you to be honest with me. [SCP-5473-1-273 does not speak, but looks toward Dr. Kurt] Dr. Kurt: I'd like to talk to you about what's happened. We'd like to get some answers. SCP-5473-1-273: There are no answers. Everything is just noise. Dr. Kurt: Please, Sarah, we believe that whatever happened to Jason could happen to you as well. If we know more we might be able to stop it. SCP-5473-1-273: Why would you stop the silence? Dr. Kurt: If not for you, for the other people. There are hundreds suffering the same way you are. Can you please help? SCP-5473-1-273: There is no suffering, don't you understand? Can I go back to sleep? Dr. Kurt: If you answer a few questions, yes, I'll have you taken back to your bed. SCP-5473-1-273: Okay. Ask. Dr. Kurt: Did Jason ever travel to India. To a place called Nanda Devi? SCP-5473-1-273: Yes. He and his friends went there to climb a mountain or something. Dr. Kurt: Friends? Do you remember who they were? SCP-5473-1-273: Tyler and Matthew, I think. It's really loud in here. Dr. Kurt: Can we have the fan turned off? Thank you. Sarah, do you remember their last names? [[A click can be heard followed by the cessation of background hum.]] SCP-5473-1-273: No. It's not important. Dr. Kurt: Sarah, this is very important, I assure you. But we'll come back to them. Did your husband act strangely when he came back from that trip? Do you remember when that trip was? SCP-5473-1-273: He was really quiet when he came back. He didn't like me playing music, but he was much less angry than normal. Really calm. He must have heard the silence. Doctor, you should hear the silence, you won't need to ask these questions. Dr. Kurt: I don't know about that. But you didn't answer my second question. Do you remember when that trip was? [SCP-5473-1-273 is unresponsive] Dr. Kurt: Sarah, please answer my question. [SCP-5473-1-273 is unresponsive] Dr. Kurt: Okay. I guess we're done for today. Please take her back. <End Log> + Audio Transcript - SCP-5473-2-274-052 - Audio Transcript - SCP-5473-2-274-052 Note: Interviews of SCP-5473-2 instances were once thought to be impossible, but the development of the Moksha Protocol has provided some success. We'd never been able to get details of the dreams before. Are they antimemetic? - Dr. C. Kurt Interviewed: SCP-5473-2-274, ████████ Steevers, Age: 19 Interviewer: Dr. Kurt <Begin Log> Dr. Kurt: Is the hypnosis complete? Assistant: Yes. We've already administered the mnestic as well. The subject should be as coherent as we can get them. Dr. Kurt: Can you describe what you've been dreaming of? SCP-5473-2-274: No.1 Dr. Kurt: No, as in you can't? Or you won't describe what you experienced? SCP-5473-2-274: No. There was no experience. Dr. Kurt: But you were telling others that you had seen a woman. I believe you had called her a goddess, isn't that true? SCP-5473-2-274: That's true. I saw what she wasn't and she was beautiful. Dr. Kurt: Wouldn't you call seeing something an experience? SCP-5473-2-274: No, not like this. I didn't experience it. I don't know how to explain it. It was like - like there was so much I didn't see that I knew it was her. Dr. Kurt: Can you try to describe what you saw? SCP-5473-2-274: I was somewhere that wasn't a place. It wasn't the city, and I don't think it was the forest because the trees around me definitely weren't trees. They looked like them, and I touched one. But it felt like it wasn't a tree. There was light in the shadows of the trees where the darkness couldn't reach. After a while, before I got there, there was a clearing where there were no trees the darkness illuminated a pile of gray shapes that weren't stones. There was a clear liquid that absorbed all of the darkness running over the pile of shapes and gathering in a wide hole in front of them. And she was there at the edge of the pool - her face was shining with darkness. She was the absence of want, pain, and fear. Dr. Kurt: Did she say anything to you? SCP-5473-2-274: No. Her voice was beautiful silence. Dr. Kurt: Was there anything in the silence? Any kind of message? SCP-5473-2-274: Yes. She promised us oblivion. That all suffering would end. She's here now in all the places where nothing exists. Dr. Kurt: She's here now? Can you see her? SCP-5473-2-274: She's nowhere. Nowhere is everywhere something isn't, y'know? And she's there. [Recording continues in silence for roughly 10 minutes]2 <End Log> Footnotes 1. Transcriptionist's note: This mic might need replaced. Every time the subject speaks all ambient noise ceases. 2. Transcriptionist's note: I'd transcribe what I heard in that silence here if there were words worthy of it. 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SCP-5474 | keter | SCP-5474 By: r0se Published on 06 Jun 2020 01:27 Item #: SCP-5474 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5474 is housed in the maximum security wing of Humanoid Containment sub-Site-94. The object is kept in a medically induced coma and its brain activity is to be monitored at all times through EEG. Should SCP-5474 exhibit brain activity above a level of 3.8hz or any other indications of having entered REM sleep, Site Command should be notified immediately and a yellow-alert status will be maintained until activity subsides. All on-site personnel are to be issued handheld mirrors to carry on their person at all times, for the purposes of identifying instances of SCP-5474-1. Should any instances of SCP-5474-1 be confirmed, they are to be terminated with extreme prejudice and the site is to enter a lock down persisting until a minimum of 24 hours after SCP-5474's brain activity has returned to acceptable levels. Any personnel that encounter an instance of SCP-5474-1 are to receive a psychological evaluation and be treated with amnestics if necessary. Description: SCP-5474 is former Foundation field medic Janet Corbyn. A .30 caliber round is lodged 3cm deep within SCP-5474's cranium. SCP-5474 is alive, although it has sustained severe damage to the occipital lobe. All prior attempts to remove the bullet have been met with failure. Despite the prior non-anomalous nature of SCP-5474, tissue around the wound suffers immense distortion, most often noted as a much deeper hole than there logically could be — estimated to be roughly 40cm deep. Fluid builds up within the hole at a rapid pace while SCP-5474 is utilizing higher brain function. Despite the composition of the liquid (blood and water) it lacks a distinct color, instead changing between many at a constant rate. SCP-5474-1 instances originate from the wound sustained by SCP-5474, exiting SCP-5474 as a fluid. SCP-5474-1 instances are humanoid in form, and are dressed in Foundation-issue fatigues. Manifestations lack a consistent appearance — upon repeat viewing of any manifestation, its appearance will shift, most commonly noted as a change in the color of manifestations' hair. Instances of SCP-5474-1 often attempt to converse with Foundation employees, asking basic questions and responding with short answers. Longer and more complex questions elicit similar results, often meaningless in nature. SCP-5474-1 instances are not considered sapient. Despite notable differences from baseline humans, individuals directly observing SCP-5474-1 instances will believe them to be human. Only indirect methods of viewing, such as mirrors or cameras have been able to discern an SCP-5474-1 instance from a non-anomalous human. Observation through this medium shows nothing in the position where an SCP-5474-1 instance should appear. Individuals who have conversed with an SCP-5474-1 manifestation will profess a deep feeling of grief and, in some cases, minor amnesia upon the termination of the instance. - Credentials accepted. Addenda available. Addendum 5474.1: SCP-5474 was contracted by the Foundation to assist MTF-███-█ in an effort to extract a high-value item from a community with ties to an Oneiroi Collective extremist organization in the San Francisco Bay Area. Upon infiltration of a warehouse, SCP-5474 was spotted by a resident of the community, and was shot with a civilian-grade rifle. The effort to reclaim SCP-████ was abandoned, and SCP-5474 was hospitalized under Foundation care. While in treatment, an effort was made to remove the bullet for inspection. All medical staff present were unable to remove the bullet, as it embedded itself deeper when attempts were made to touch it. As efforts shifted to stop blood loss via intravenous support, medical personnel noted a person making their way out of the cranial tissue feet first. Camera monitors alerted site security, citing delusions on part of the medical staff. On-site Foundation guards utilized night vision goggles to locate the SCP-5474-1 manifestation and terminated it. Following a brief testing of hypotheses based on this event, present containment procedures were put in place. Addendum 5474.2: Two weeks after the failed extraction, a followup investigation was carried out by two plainclothes Foundation agents. Upon arrival, local Oneiroi-affiliated anartist residences had been found emptied of their contents. When the warehouse storing SCP-████ was investigated, a desktop computer with a single text file was found in its place. A transcript is attached below. ⠀ Consider this a rude awakening. We live peacefully here. We enjoy the company here. And now, we live peacefully with some of you. We enjoy your company. We enjoy the freedom. @sku11ex ⠀ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5474" by r0se and RandomIguana, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5474. 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-5475 | safe | The entrance to SCP-5475. Item #: SCP-5475 Special Containment Procedures: The area surrounding SCP-5475 is to be monitored by a minimum of two armed guards at all times. Any civilian attempting to access SCP-5475 is to be detained, interrogated and amnesticized following standard protocol for anomalous locations. Tests conducted on SCP-5475 must be expressly authorized by the O5 Council. All subjects who enter SCP-5475 must wear an activated recording device at all times. Upon exiting SCP-5475, these recordings are to be analyzed, and subjects are to be amnesticized or terminated as deemed necessary. By Agreement 5475/1-G, PoI-5475 will be allowed to live indefinitely in the house in the vicinity of SCP-5475, henceforth designated as Provisional Site 5475-01, in exchange for her cooperation. Description: SCP-5475 is a cave located at the foot of a mountain in an undisclosed location in southern Ireland. SCP-5475 is about 1.5 kilometers deep, and has a height of approximately 3 meters. The width of SCP-5475 varies greatly along the route, so an average measurement could not be established. The main anomaly of SCP-5475 consists of the generation of multiple vocalizations coming from an unidentified location inside the cave. These vocalizations will be focused on the first human to enter SCP-5475, and will consist of a male voice describing in detail all the "secrets" that are being kept from the subject. At the time of writing, secrets exposed by SCP-5475 have ranged from miscellaneous events from the subject's childhood and/or adolescence, to highly classified information regarding the internal structure of the Foundation. The secondary anomaly of SCP-5475 consists of a grave located at the end of the cave, hereafter designated SCP-5475-A, which shows no signs of natural deterioration, and all damage inflicted on it will be regenerated once all subjects have exited SCP-5475. The tombstone of this grave is transcribed below. Darren I still love you, and I will never forget you. Discovery: SCP-5475 was discovered on 15/01/2021, after Ms. Aisling Sullivan, now designated PoI-5475, attempted to commit suicide by jumping into one of the rivers near the locality. Fortunately, a police officer spotted her and was able to rescue her. In her statement, PoI-5475 described the relevant anomaly, which alerted an undercover agent from the Foundation and subsequently led to the classification of SCP-5475. Shortly after these events, Dr. Kathleen Silverlock was assigned to interview PoI-5475 regarding the anomaly. A transcription of this interview can be found below. Interviewed: PoI-5475 Interviewer: Dr. Kathleen Silverlock Foreword: This interview took place 1 week after the discovery of SCP-5475, and was conducted at the residence of PoI-5475. This log was translated from Irish. <BEGIN LOG> (Dr. Silverlock is sitting in PoI-5475's couch. The latter enters the room with two cups of coffee, and offers one to Dr. Silverlock before taking a seat.) Dr. Silverlock: Thank you for allowing us to interview you, Mrs. Sullivan, it's of great help to us. PoI-5475: Oh, don't worry, I think it will do me some good… to talk about it too. And please call me Aisling. Dr. Silverlock: Of course, Aisling. (Dr. Silverlock smiles.) Well, we'd better start with the questions. Let's see… (Dr. Silverlock looks through her papers.) When was the first time you knew about the voices in the cave? PoI-5475: Well… It's quite a long story. I think I should start at the beginning, even if it sounds a bit redundant. I hope I won't bore you (PoI-5475 chuckles.) Dr. Silverlock: Oh, don't worry, I think I have enough time. (Dr. Silverlock takes a sip from her coffee.) Well, you can start whenever you want. PoI-5475: Yeah, well, I… (PoI-5475 sighs.) It could be said that it all started when I was sixteen, you know, that time when we all did whatever we wanted and the world seemed infinite…. (PoI-5475 remains silent for a few moments.) I… met a guy. Yeah, I know it was like ten years ago, but I still… I get a little nervous when I remember it. (PoI-5475 chuckles.) (Dr. Silverlock smiles.) Dr. Silverlock: Don't worry, I understand you. PoI-5475: Well… I met this guy, his name was Darren, although I think you should have guessed that by now. (PoI-5475 smiles and takes a sip of coffee.) Dra. Silverlock: I figured. PoI-5475: Heh, yeah, he was one of the best looking guys in my class. All the girls wanted him for themselves and all that high school drama crap. (PoI-5475 takes another sip of coffee.) But… he and I… we had many things in common. Our musical tastes, the movies we watched, our ideologies… We had some friends in common, so we started spending time together and… I guess things just fell into place. (PoI-5475 chuckles.) Dr. Silverlock: I understand. You fell in love with him, didn't you? PoI-5475: Yeah… and he also fell in love with me. I still remember that day, when he told me. We had gone to an ice skating rink near the school. Jesus, when I remember it… (PoI-5475 pauses briefly.) By the time we left it was already dark, and we started to walk around for a while… (PoI-5475 shakes her head.) I'm sorry, I don't mean to go on so long, but I tend to get too deep into detail, and when I remember Darren…. Dr. Silverlock: It's okay, don't worry, I understand what you must be going through. Please continue. PoI-5475: Right. (PoI-5475 sighs.) We started dating. He was passionate about photography, so for most of our dates we used to go to places that looked like something out of a painting. Some forests, flower plains… those kinds of places. Well, so… (PoI-5475 abrubtly stops. Dr. Silverlock looks concerned.) Dr. Silverlock: Is there… anything you're having trouble saying? PoI-5475: Y-yes… It's just… (PoI-5475 looks nervous. She takes another sip of coffee; her hands are visibly shaking.) Once we decided to go to a forest nearby. The trip was a bit expensive, but Darren was very excited. He spent the whole trip talking about the pictures he was going to take… and the ones we would take together- (PoI-5475 stops; looks as if she is about to cry.) (Dr. Silverlock leans towards PoI-5475 and starts talking in a reassuring voice.) Dr. Silverlock: Don't worry, you can tell me what happened. PoI-5475: We… wandered away from the route we had planned and… found the cave. At first I was a little scared that a bear or something lived there, but Darren insisted on going in. He looked so excited… so we went in and… (PdI-5475 looks disstressed.) And… Dr. Silverlock: If I may ask, approximately how long did it take from the time you entered until you heard the voice? PoI-5475: Yeah, sure, I… I think it was ten minutes or so. Darren got to take several pictures before… first we heard it coming from inside the cave. It was like a constant whisper around us. First it said to us "Your dog didn't run away, your dad ran him over." I was scared, but Darren looked more confused than scared. And then… then we heard the voice again, although this time it was closer to Darren. It told us "Your best friend is making fun of you behind your back," and then… then…. Dr. Silverlock: Yeah? (PoI-5475 lowers her head.) PoI-5475: Then the voice told him that I was secretly in another relationship. Dr. Silverlock: … PoI-5475: I… we had a fight and broke up. A few months later I found out he had committed suicide and in his letter he blamed me among other people. I knew he was sensitive, but I never thought… Dr. Silverlock: How was it that they decided to bury him in the cave? PoI-5475: He was not buried there. His relatives took him to a cemetery near their home. I found the grave when I wanted to see where those voices had come from. I know they would never want me living near his real grave, so I gathered some money and came to live here. Dr. Silverlock: I see… PoI-5475: I- (PoI-5475 is crying at this point.) It wasn't my intention, I was about to break up with my other boyfriend, but things got complicated and…. the only thing I want is to have him close to me, I want… I want him to know that I'm sorry, that I still love him, and that I need him to forgive me. (PoI-5475 covers her eyes with her hands and starts trembling.) (Dr. Silverlock sits in silence for a few moments before trying to continue with the interview.) Dr. Silverlock: So… About how long did it take after you found the grave before you realized about its anomalous properties? (PoI-5475 looks at Dr. Silverlock. Her eyes are still covered in tears.) PoI-5475: Its "anomalous properties"? What do you mean? Dr. Silverlock: The grave's anomalous properties, of course. You are aware that the tombstone cannot be destroyed, right? PoI-5475: What…? I didn't… I didn't know that. You mean…? Dr. Silverlock: Our teams have examined the grave, and any damage done to it is repaired once they leave the cave. PoI-5475: … No, I didn't know that. Dr. Silverlock: Oh, it's okay. (Dr. Silverlock looks through her papers one more time and starts mumbling to herself. PoI-5475 looks at Dr. Silverlock and then at her cup of coffee; she sighs before talking again.) PoI-5475: I think I know why that happens. Dr. Silverlock: Sorry? PoI-5475: I think I know why the grave can't be damaged. It's a… little theory I started making a few months ago. I started to wonder why the voice does what it does and I… I drew my conclusions. Dr. Silverlock: Well, go ahead. PoI-5475: The voice… I don't think it enjoys revealing secrets. What's more, I don't think he enjoys doing what he does. Dr. Silverlock: What do you mean exactly? PoI-5475: Think about it, a secret is capable of… destroying everything. A secret can break families, end friendships, provoke murders, cause wars… Dr. Silverlock: Please be a little more specific. PoI-5475: What I'm getting at is that… I think the voice doesn't like us keeping secrets. And I think it reproaches us by telling us everything that they keep hidden from us. Dr. Silverlock: … PoI-5475: And… the cave, or whatever it's inside… it looks after Darren's grave because it wants us to remember him, to remember that…. Dr. Silverlock: It wants us to remember the consequences of keeping secrets. PoI-5475: Yes. (Both Dr. Silverlock and PoI-5475 remain in silence for aproximatly 30 seconds.) Dr. Silverlock: That… is an interesting theory. A very interesting theory. So, ahmm, is there anything else you would like to tell us, Aisling? PoI-5475: No, I don't think so. But… I've seen that you guys are very interested in the cave and from afar it looks like you're a secret organization and all that stuff. (PoI-5475 chuckles.) … You're from the government, aren't you? (Dr. Silverlock hesitates before answering.) Dr. Silverlock: Yes, we are from the government. PoI-5475: Yeah, it's just that… Would you allow me to continue living here? I - I don't want to have to go somewhere else. I want to stay by his side, you know what I mean? I want to… remember him forever. Dr. Silverlock: … I'll see what I can do, Aisling. PoI-5475: … Thank you. <END LOG> Closing Statement: Following this interview, the Ethics Committee stated that keeping PoI-5475 near SCP-5475 could be helpful in maintaining a reliable cover story between the locals, thus establishing Agreement 5475/1-G, and allowing her to remain living at Provisional Site 5475-01 in exchange for her cooperation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5475" by EthanHanson, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5475. 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-5475.jpg Name: Cave keshcorran caves near carrowkeel in Ireland Author: Jon Sullivan License: Public Domain Source Link: Here. |
SCP-5476 | keter | SCP 5476 Footnotes SCP-54761 Special Containment Procedures:3 Technobabble.aic4 has been assigned to reverse any edits made to the Foundation database5 by SCP-5476 events. Description:6 SCP-5476 is an anomalous phenomenon in which pages in the SCP Foundation database are edited to include footnotes7 to clarify the meanings of various words. These edits are not made by any registered user and are able to bypass password-protected articles.8 In some cases, SCP-5476 events have occurred in paper documents, replicating the ink used in the page. It is unknown if SCP-5476 events are caused by a sentient entity.9 Discovery:10 The first SCP-5476 event occurred on 07/03/2111 during an incident with an experimental AIC. Junior Researcher12 █████ ███████13 developed Crystal.aic14 for the purpose of teaching new staff members the meanings of complicated terms15 used in official Foundation documents. During testing, the AIC attempted to define a memetic hazard16 and immediately deactivated. Roughly an hour17 later, the AIC came back online and completed its edits to the page, as well as numerous other unneeded18 definitions. All files related to the AIC were deleted, and SCP-5476 events began to occur in other Foundation documents. Footnotes 1. Anomalies in the custody of the SCP Foundation are referred to by a three or four digit number for organizational purposes. 2. The class above Euclid. This means the anomaly in question is very difficult to contain, but not necessarily dangerous to human life or normalcy. 3. This section of the document describes how best to prevent the anomaly from threatening normalcy or human life. In the event that the anomaly is not a threat to normalcy or human life, this section describes how to prevent the anomaly from activating its anomalous effects. 4. Artificially Intelligent Construct, an advanced computer program capable of replicating human behavior. The SCP Foundation uses AIC in many ways, including facility management and updating Foundation documents. 5. A website dedicated to cataloguing the anomalous items in the custody of the SCP Foundation. This website can be accessed at scp-wiki.wikidot.com 6. This section of the document describes the physical characteristics of the anomaly, as well as its anomalous effects. 7. Footnotes are small numbers or asterisks that, when moused over or followed to the bottom of the page, will show extra information on the subject. These notes are often used for additional context, or to add comments without breaking the flow of the document. 8. Such as SCP-3125, which can only be accessed fully if the user enters the code 55555. 9. A being capable of rational thought and emotion, such as a human or anomalously modified AIC. 10. This section of the document describes how the Foundation came to be aware of the anomaly. 11. The seventh day of March in the year two thousand twenty-one, or the third day of July in the year two thousand twenty-one, depending on which country this document was written in. 12. Low ranking, often new researchers for the SCP Foundation. 13. Blackboxes are used to cover up sensitive information. In this case, the blackbox was used because Scott Wilkins requested to not have his name associated with the creation of a Keter anomaly. 14. Meant as a low effort pun on the term "crystal clear" and the human name Crystal. 15. Such as esoteric object classes and colour-based humanoid anomaly codes, which are very difficult for new and old Foundation staff to memorize. 16. A complex image that, when viewed, causes an autonomous reaction in the viewer. These reactions can range from memory loss to death, and therefore are often used to defend sensitive information from those without proper clearance and memetic resistance. Some memetics can have varying effects on non-human observers. 17. 60 minutes, 3600 seconds, 3600000 milliseconds, 3600000000 microseconds, or 3600000000000 nanoseconds. 18. Numerous new staff members struggle to understand the complex scientific language used by the SCP Foundation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5476" by Mooagain , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5476. 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-5477 | euclid | by stormbreath Item #: SCP-5477 Special Containment Procedures: Outpost-5477 has been constructed over SCP-5477, and is currently operated as a South Coast Properties front organization. The elevator which gives access to SCP-5477 is to be clearly marked and cordoned off. It is not to be used outside of being used to deliver food deposits to SCP-5477 and is to be entirely vacated when used. SCP-5477-2 is contained within SCP-5477 and has no means of exit. It has been given a video camera and laptop and is to use these materials for a weekly counseling session with a Foundation psychiatrist. It is allowed to make requests for luxuries and amenities, which are to be reviewed by the aforementioned psychiatrist. D-4444 has been placed into SCP-5477 for the purposes of containment of SCP-5477-1. He has been instructed in the proper operation of SCP-5477-1. Should D-4444 die or become unable to continue his duties, he is to be replaced by a new trained D-Class. Food and other supplies are to be regularly1 deposited into SCP-5477 by means of the freight elevator. Description: SCP-5477 is a massive labyrinthian complex located 800 meters underneath █████████, FL, USA. The exact dimensions of SCP-5477 are as of yet undetermined, but it is known to extend for at least ten kilometers in any direction from its access point. It is yet undetermined if any of this range is extradimensional, or if it is all physically present in baseline reality. SCP-5477 can be accessed through a single freight elevator in Outpost-5477. Cars in this elevator are rigged to only descend downward. New elevator cars spontaneously manifest when required at the top of the elevator shaft. Elevator cars that descend past SCP-5477 appear to descend continuously into an otherwise empty shaft, with no known terminus. SCP-5477-1 is a complex mechanical device located near the freight elevator entrance in SCP-5477. SCP-5477-1 is believed to dimensionally anchor SCP-5477 within baseline reality. As the disappearance of SCP-5477 could result in massive geological instability, the proper maintenance of SCP-5477-1 has been determined as necessary. SCP-5477-2 is a sapient amphibian entity residing in SCP-5477. It measures three meters long head to tail and possesses a humanoid limb structure. SCP-5477-2 claims to have been originally responsible for the maintenance of SCP-5477, but changes in the nature of SCP-5477-1 prevented it from maintaining stable containment. Addendum: The following log was recorded from a video feed installed within SCP-5477, monitoring the entrance chamber and SCP-5477-1. It contains D-4444's initial deployment into SCP-5477. [00:00] Elevator doors open. D-4444 exits, carrying a collection of monitoring equipment that has been given to him by the SCP-5477 containment team. [00:10] D-4444 takes a moment to orient himself within SCP-5477 according to the limited map that he has been provided with. [00:34] D-4444 proceeds to the SCP-5477-1 chamber. [05:47] D-4444 arrives in the SCP-5477-1 chamber. He places the monitoring equipment down next to SCP-5477-1, and then briefly glances at the device. [06:12] D-4444 inspects the corpse of D-4443, which is against the wall of the SCP-5477-1 chamber. He removes the handgun from the body's hand and determines it to be out of ammunition. [06:37] D-4444 picks up the corpse by the shoulders and drags it out of the SCP-5477-1 chamber. [12:47] Six minutes later, D-4444 returns to the elevator chamber. He drags the body into the elevator and then exits. He presses the down button. The elevator doors close, and the elevator descends downward. [13:53] D-4444 returns to the SCP-5477-1 chamber and begins maintenance on it. [20:13] SCP-5477-2 enters the SCP-5477-1 chamber. D-4444 reacts with extreme shock, briefly pointing the empty handgun at it. [20:17] SCP-5477-2 talks to D-4444, who calms down and drops the handgun. They do not approach each other, and remain several feet apart, but continue to talk. [35:04] Maintenance of SCP-5477-1 finishes. D-4444 waves goodbye to SCP-5477-2 and then returns to the elevator room, where he begins to set up camp. SCP-5477-2 exits to a different part of SCP-5477. Addendum: The following file is an excerpt from the first psychological appointment of D-4444 following his deployment into SCP-5477, conducted via telephone. Dr. Glass: How are you fairing with regards to your deployment into SCP-5477? How have things been progressing for you? D-4444: Well, it's not the prettiest job. Had to dispose of the last guy's fucking corpse the first day I got down here, and apparently I'm never going to see the sun again. And to top it off, there's all the stress of having to operate the machine. And my roommate is … well. Dr. Glass: Please elaborate on that? D-4444: He's a fucking monster! Like, I had gotten the description of him, as like an amphibian thing, but the real thing is … freaky. Real freaky. He's always on his legs and … Dr. Glass: You hadn't had much exposure to nonhuman sapient anomalies before this assignment? D-4444: No, never. And the ones I had always heard about were talking animals, mostly. Not some sorta weird hybrid monster thing. It's disturbing. And he speaks perfect English! That's downright fucky. Dr. Glass: But you've had no personal conflicts with SCP-5477-2, have you? From the video feeds, it seems like you're working well together on the maintenance of SCP-5477-1. D-4444: Oh sure. He's a nice guy and all, perfectly good roommate and everything. It's just that … look at him. It's uncanny. Thoroughly. If he didn't look like that, I guess. Dr. Glass: Well, you know, looks can be deceiving. You shouldn't reject -2 just because he is a nonhuman entity, especially when it seems that you get along personally. D-4444: I mean, I guess. It's just going to take a while to get used to looking at those eyes. Dr. Glass: And it doesn't seem like you have many other social options if I have to point that out. You'll be seeing each other on a regular basis for the foreseeable future. D-4444: Yeah. Guess so. Addendum: The following is an excerpt from a maintenance log of SCP-5477 performed by SCP-5477-2 and D-4444, approximately two months into the latter's deployment. [00:00] D-4444 enters into the SCP-5477-1 chamber, pushing a cart of scavenged repair equipment into the chamber with him. [00:03] SCP-5477-2 follows D-4444 into the SCP-5477-1 chamber, pushing a similar cart of spare parts behind it. [00:07] D-4444 parks his cart and turns to SCP-5477-2. They begin to talk for a few minutes, gesturing at SCP-5477-1 during the process. [03:21] D-4444 and SCP-5477-2 move to work on different parts of SCP-5477-1, making necessary adjustments and repairs to the device. They talk to each other at multiple points during this process. [10:09] SCP-5477-2 finishes working on its section of SCP-5477-1 and walks over to D-4444. It looks at his section and to talk with him, presumably about the repairs being made. It leans in closer to D-4444, making physical contact, in order to give advice about specific parts of the machine. [10:41] D-4444 laughs. [12:47] D-4444 finishes work on his panel and puts his tools back onto the cart. SCP-5477-2 does the same. [13:17] SCP-5477-2 and D-4444 exit the SCP-5477-1 chamber side-by-side, leaving the areas of SCP-5477 that are under camera surveillance. Addendum: The following is an excerpt from a regular psychological appointment of SCP-5477-2, conducted several months following D-4444's deployment into SCP-5477. Dr. Glass: I'd like to ask you about your relationship with D-4444, if that's alright? SCP-5477-2: Oh. I suppose we could. He's in the next room over. Dr. Glass: The two of you have become quite close over the past few months, correct? You didn't connect with any of the other D-Class we deployed into SCP-5477. SCP-5477-2: No, I didn't. Most of them shot themselves within a few days of being down here. Finn is the only one that's lasted any time. Dr. Glass: Yes, that's true. Most were not equipped to last in SCP-5477. But would you say you're friends with D-4444? The two of you usually enter and leave the SCP-5477-1 chamber together. SCP-5477-2: … Yeah. Friends. We're friends. Dr. Glass: Good to hear. We were slightly worried when D-4444 moved his camp out of the entrance foyer and further into SCP-5477, it meant we couldn't observe him any longer. SCP-5477-2: Oh, does it? I wasn't aware. Dr. Glass: Yes, of course. We only have essential cameras, those monitoring the elevators and the vital machinery. SCP-5477-2: Ah. Right. How could I have ever forgotten? Dr. Glass: They're subtle cameras. Well, it is good to know that you are getting along well with D-4444. Given that containment of SCP-5477-1 is relatively stable, we were considering asking you two to go on a formal exploration of SCP-5477 soon. SCP-5477-2: Oh, really? The both of us? Dr. Glass: Yes. We're curious as to what more of the structure contains, and it's always best to send explorations out in groups. Helps carry food and supplies. SCP-5477-2: I don't think we'll have any problems doing that, doctor. Speaking for both of us here. Dr. Glass: Excellent! I'll talk to my superiors about the mission. Before I go, do you have any more amenity requests to log? SCP-5477-2: Hmm. Perhaps some more movies, maybe with Heath Ledger or Jake Gyllenhaal in them? I very much liked that one movie you sent down before. Footnotes 1. 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SCP-5478 | euclid | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION SCIENCE DIVISION The following file contains information related to the Markhaven monitoring project and as such is limited to Foundation personnel with Marduke level clearance. Isolate. Stabilize. Communicate. Item#: 5478 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: dunwich Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-42 Theron Sherman Arnold Bergen Nexus Control Team Gamma-2 ("Americana Division") The clock tower atop St. Ronald's Church, the main landmark within the community. Markhaven, Indiana Dunwich Class Nexus Settled ~1954 Incorporated 1976 Foundation Discovery 1977 Threat Level Medium Government Autocratic Dictatorship Military Markhaven Defence Force "Boys in Blue" Mayor Michael Ramis Area Approximately 1,300 Km2 Residents Approximately 2,500 Affiliated Groups of Interest GoI-627 ("The Factory") Demonym Markhavener Languages English (Other languages prohibited by law) Currencies Ronnie Special Containment Procedures: A subterranean outpost has been established 20 km away from SCP-5478's southmost corner. It is manned by two field agents, three D-Class personnel, and three Senior Researchers (Nexus Control Team Gamma-2). Water samples from the soil around SCP-5478's outskirts are to be collected bi-monthly. Intercepted broadcasts are to be scanned for psychotropic hazards, filtered, and then relayed back to Site-42 for study. Two Foundation Senior Researchers (Drs. Juliette Lewis and Clark Hamilton) have been installed within SCP-5478, disguised as new residents. They have been trained in standard espionage procedures; observations are to be sent in an enveloped letter between the bars of the fence around SCP-5478 whenever possible. They currently reside in Provisional Site-145, officially known as 257 Eagleton Street. Description: SCP-5478 is the gated commune of Markhaven, an isolated community in central Indiana. SCP-5478 is approximately 1,300 km2 in size, with an estimated population of 2, 500 people. The interior of SCP-5478 predominantly consists of identical housing units around a fountain in the town's center, with several shops and offices surrounding the outskirts. From the fountain is a short path to St. Ronald's Church, the largest structure within SCP-5478. Architectural styles within SCP-5478 are drawn from colonial and 1950's styled suburbia, making extensive use of white picket fences, pastel colors, stucco, and wraparound porches. SCP-5478 is kept abnormally clean and sterile by a group of janitorial workers, transferred from the community's prison complex. An invisible force extends upwards around the fence, repelling all living organic entities from touching or damaging the fence; however, objects and people within SCP-5478 are capable of limited contact and outward movement. Looking into SCP-5478 from an outside aerial view makes all inhabitants within completely imperceptible; this is believed to be an extension of the fence's anomalous properties. SCP-5478-1, officially known as "The Markhaven Defence Force" (colloquially referred to as the "Boys in Blue"), are the law enforcement agency of SCP-5478, and are a common sight within. Random inspections and building searches are regarded as an everyday part of life in order to "rid" the community of suspected communists and undesirable community members. SCP-5478-1 are commonly seen patrolling streets in extensively modified Triumph TR7s, and are commonly equipped with military-grade weaponry. Inspection of these automobiles have revealed each has a stamp on its underside reading "The Factory." Members are armed with similarly branded weaponry purposefully constructed to resemble props from science fiction films. A group of SCP-5478-1 practicing an anomalous air attack drill. Analysis of the water in the soil surrounding the area of SCP-5478 has revealed trace amounts of a chemical compound composed of several known and unknown materials. Known elements include water, arsenic, methylphenidate and lysergic acid diethylamide. Extended testing has shown this compound (henceforth SCP-5478-2) is capable of inducing a suggestive state within individuals who ingest it. The exact mechanisms of how SCP-5478-2 operates within the human body are presently unknown. Uniquely powerful television broadcasts (henceforth SCP-5478-3) can be detected from SCP-5478 on a monthly basis. SCP-5478-3 broadcasts take the form of the radio talk show "Saul Inspiring!", hosted by Markhaven personality Saul Miller. SCP-5478-3 covers the history of Markhaven, capitalism, democracy, communism and the United States, with a heavy bias towards conservative/Republican policies, and in some cases, blatant misinformation. SCP-5478-3 contains several psychotropic memes which induce a state of suggestibility in viewers, though these can be removed with simple memetic filtering. Addendum No. 1: Discovery Log During a raid on a warehouse believed to be owned by GoI-627 ("The Factory"), ten disguised cargo trucks were recovered from the building's backrooms. A delivery order for supplies was discovered within one of the trucks indicating the destination was Markhaven, Indiana, a location that did not exist in any records or archives known to the Foundation. An attempt was made by the Foundation to request geographical records from the United States government, but the request was personally denied by President Ronald Reagan without further clarification. The O5 Council authorized a secret probe to investigate the Reagan administration and geographical records to discover any information on the location of Markhaven. Though recovered intel was limited, several major discoveries were made: An advisor to President Reagan and member of PENTAGRAM, Jeffrey Bateman, had funnelled thousands of dollars into an unspecified location within Indiana. Heavily censored financial records suggested former President James Carter had authorized a Central Intelligence Agency-ran program within an unspecified location in Indiana (believed to be codenamed "AEUTOPIA"). Heavily censored Church Committee records stated explicitly that Markhaven was constructed for "AEUTOPIA". The location of Markhaven was discovered via searching of PENTAGRAM financial records. Shortly after the location of Markhaven was confirmed, Nexus Control Team Gamma-2 ("Americana Division") was formulated from Site-42 and sent to investigate. From their findings, Markhaven was registered as SCP-5478, and its file was compiled shortly after. Further probes into discovering the nature of "AEUTOPIA" are pending approval. Addendum No. 2: Anthropological Analysis Residents follow a strict, socially conservative style of personal expression and day-to-day life. Citizens are expected to serve their community in a variety of ways, such as volunteer work, starting their own businesses, hosting and partaking in community-wide social events, and attending church. Most individuals within SCP-5478 profess conservative or conservative-adjacent political views; this is considered the norm, and dissidents are treated with suspicion. Children within SCP-5478 are referred to as "Cherubs", and undergo heavy religious indoctrination at public schools. The possibility of deploying a spy within education facilities as a student is currently undergoing evaluation by the Ethics Committee. Despite lacking recognition from all major intergovernmental organizations, SCP-5478 residents and the local government treat the community like an independent nation. SCP-5478 has a national pledge, which residents are required to perform at all major social and political events. Most residential buildings constructed in SCP-5478 come with pre-installed television sets and radios. Both appliances operate on a twenty four hour continual basis, and are unable to be shut off; only the volume may be adjusted. The radio and television show Saul Inspiring! plays continuously; recorded snippets are included below. Attempts to damage these sets automatically alert law enforcement through camera systems installed in each set. + Open attached file ("Saul Inspiring!" recorded snippets) - Close attached file ("Saul Inspiring!" recorded snippets) Remember, you make Markhaven special. You are the blood and the bones of our people, of our town. The man who complains about being hungry should not concern you. He is to be ignored! Focus on filling your own belly. Communism brings death. St. Ronald blesses your Cherubs. Keep them close to you at all times. We are watching. But remember, we are also watching as friends and neighbors. Sharing and parasitism go hand in hand. Wring the bloodleech out, let the tick bleed-out its stolen gains. Our blood spills white. Eve left the Garden with Adam. Do not let that be you, and your husband. Heavy fallout reported. Stay indoors. Markhaven lives. Markhaven, a brave people, stand tall. Brothers of Markhaven, lead the fight. Break free from the claws of the red bear, break the jaws of the Black Panther! Markhaven, lead a life from grace! Mothers, sisters, hold the homestead for when the soliders come home. Sisters of Markhaven, stay with your cherubs. We bless St. Ronald, we bless God for many good days. Apostle Paul, heed our words, heed our words, God bless Markhaven, and the brothers within! We will fight the enemy, armed with rifles from heaven. Our blood will shed, to preserve Markhaven, and the heroes that dwell within. We will not suffer defeat, blood spilt is our sacrifice. Markhaven, a brave people, stand tall. Brothers of Markhaven, lead the fight. Break free from the claws of the red bear, break the jaws of the Black Panther! Markhaven, lead a life from grace! Mothers, sisters, hold the homestead for when the soliders come home. Sisters of Markhaven, stay with your cherubs. Markhaven, a brave people. St. Ronald bless you! Markhaven's economy is primarily driven by manufacturing, commerce and sale of anomalous contraband materials, products and drugs. The community follows a Laissez-faire style of capitalist economics. Markhaven is individually home to numerous businesses, some masquerading as legitimate storefronts, while other places of commerce function as legal, non-anomalous companies. Markhaven does not recognize the American currency, and instead uses its own, informally referred to as the "Ronnie". A table has been complied below of notable businesses operating in Markhaven. The following table contains several dangerous viral psychotropic memes. It has been closed for memetic scrubbing. + Open attached table (Known businesses operating within Markhaven) In order to learn more about the community from a civilian's point of view and experience, Drs. Lewis and Hamilton recorded SCP-5478 residents to learn more about the community's culture. + Open Interview-5478-1 - Close Interview-5478-1 Unidentified Officer: Pardon me, Missus, but we need to see your identification papers. Just a routine check. No need to raise alarm, or anythin' of the sort. Dr. Lewis: Of course, officer, but may I ask why? Officer: Well, I've never had someone ask me that before. You're new to Markhaven, aren't ya? It'd be best for you that during routine inspections such as these, you do not ask questions. Question making, that is somethin' folks here will take offense at. Questioning their judgement, like you know better then em'. [Officer shifts paper back and forth in his hand.] Officer: Lucille Finch. Nice name. If it's an American name. If it isn't, well, we'll have a problem, won't we? Dr. Lewis: There's no need to worry. It's an American name. American raised, god-fearing folk. Concealed shot of the Markhaven Officer. Officer: We'll find out sooner or later, I can assure you that. I trust you, but I'll let you know that we can't be too careful. Colored, the communists. They're everywhere nowadays. Sneaky bunch. Dr. Lewis: So I've been told. I read the paper this morning, just awful what they've been up to. Hard to call them people, after you learn about what they did to Kennedy, what they did in Vietnam, the South… Officer: You're right on the money. You from the south, Missus? You have a nice look to you. Southern Belle, sweetheart. Dr. Lewis: Oh, you're too kind. And yes, I am from the south. Alabama, to be exact. Officer: Oh, Alabama. Goodness, they don't make places like that anymore. Places where children respect the Lord and their parents, none of that integration nonsense. Wallace! Good man, wasn't he? Dr. Lewis: Oh, certainly. Did us all a big favor. Hopefully we'll have a new Wallace, soon. In Indiana as well! Officer: Well, then, little lady, you haven't met Raimis yet, then. Markhaven's own son, our own Wallace. St. Ronald's own. You'll meet him soon, I'm sure. Just count down on the days. Dr. Lewis: Seems like a nice gentleman. Officer: Oh, aren't you right. Goodness, I haven't kept you too long I hope. Wouldn't want you to be late for your husband. That won't do. You keep safe out there. I know you're new, but if you… If you see them out there, you give us a call. You understand who I am talking about? Dr. Lewis: I will, Officer, and I do. + Open Interview-5478-2 - Close Interview-5478-2 Official portrait of Michael Ramis. Censorship was present in the original portrait. Dr. Lewis: Hello, Doris. It's so good to see you again, thanks for coming to bridge last night. I know Andrew would have come if he could, but with his work in the factory- Mrs. Albertson: Oh my goodness, there's no need to apologize. A good husband puts his work before matters outside of the office. He's doing his part, you know. Dr. Lewis: Absolutely. All of us have a part. I've been meaning to look for at least something to do during the day, but I've been so kept up with unpacking, cleaning… I tell you, I had to have the game in the den, as that was the only place that didn't have cardboard and god knows what else strewn around everywhere. And of course, sleep has been difficult… Mrs. Albertson: Now, Lucille, I don't know what you've heard around at Alabama. You'd think that a good man like Wallace would tell you ladies otherwise, but you should know that your home is your office, not the other way around. Imagine if Andrew came home to a mess! He'd be plum angry, and frankly, I can't say I'd blame him. Being a housewife, housework- that doesn't mean be a drudge. Oh, I'm sorry, I got to talking and blabbing again, haven't I? What's this about difficulty sleeping? You know, there is a pill- Dr. Lewis: Just been a lot now. You're right though, if I could handle both… But sleep has been difficult. I keep waking up, middle of the night in a cold sweat. I just see this… Dark figure ahead of me, and he tells me to stay were I am, that he loves me. It's like it's my father. Mrs. Albertson: [Laughs.] Michael? Goodness, you really are in no place for two jobs if you're having difficulty with the Mayor's speeches! My goodness, you're a small town girl, aren't you? Michael's been doing our little town this service for as long as I can remember. Springvale, Burnsview, the mayors there don't do anything like Michael does. He takes time to watch over us. He's like a father to us all. Just give it some time, some thought. Welcome him into your heart. We all did, after all. Addendum No. 3: Related Materials RESTRICTED ACCESS: MARDUKE CLEARANCE REQUIRED MARKHAVEN MONITORING PROJECT INVESTIGATIVE MATERIALS SCP-5078 [PENDING] |
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Special Containment Procedures: No researcher having had contact with the Ethics Committee, or having been amnesticized within the last week, may have any contact with SCP-5479. METATRON.aic is to monitor all film festivals in North America for any mention of GOI-5889. If GOI-5889 is confirmed to be participating in any film festivals – past, present, or future – MTF-Gamma-5 (“Red Herrings”) is to be mobilized to begin clean-up and cover-story operations. Update: After deliberation between O5-3 and the Ethics Committee, SCP-5479 has been transferred to Site-43, as the facility is better suited for the storage and study of the anomaly. Description: SCP-5479 designates an anomalous film produced and distributed by GoI-5889 (“Vikander-Kneed Technical Media”) entitled “A Movie of You.” The film depicts events in the past week of the viewer’s life, as if a camera crew had followed the subject. The film is edited and directed to a level of quality usually reserved for professional documentary films. Additionally, SCP-5479 features narration from a male individual showing 95% match with the vocal patterns of actor Jeff Bridges.1 Discovery: On 17 June, 2011, Foundation agents embedded in the Georgia State Police were notified of a panic at the First Annual Shiloh Film Festival. SCP-5479 had premiered at the festival earlier that evening, and individuals who had seen the film were being treated for acute dissociative states and post-traumatic symptoms. Several individuals had been hurt in the ensuing panic, but none of the injuries were life-threatening. MTF Gamma-5 were mobilized to take statements and administer amnesticization to those who had viewed the film. Festival records were altered, and Foundation personnel retrieved all promotional materials and the film itself. No Vikander-Kneed representatives were present at the showing. When interviewed, the managers of the festival were unaware the film had been added to the roster. They had no idea how the film had received the festival’s official selection before such deliberations had even occurred. ► Level-5 Clearance Required ◄ ▼ Close File ▼ Welcome, O5-3. The following is a series of excerpts from SCP-5479 transcribed by Dr. ███████2 before her amnesticization. For a full record of the one-hundred-twenty-three minute film, please contact Maria Jones of RAISA. Title Card: A Movie of You Starring: ████ ███████ [Researcher pauses the playback.] Researcher B: That’s bizarre, that’s my name. [Researcher B dials up the Site Director on the landline within the testing chamber.] Researcher B: Director, hi. This is B, in Memetics, I’m reviewing the new film anomaly… that’s right, SCP-5479. Well, the thing is, the title card says it’s starring me? I don’t unde– [Researcher stops speaking for several minutes.] Researcher B: Okay, I’ll do my best. [Researcher hangs up the phone and restarts the film.] [Black screen, then white letters overlay: “Monday, June 18, 2011.”] Frame of SCP-5479 showing D-Class Wing Alpha, Site-19. [Film cuts to D-Class Wing Alpha at Site-19. Researcher B waits at the checkpoint, looking at her tablet. Jeff Bridges begins his voice over.] Jeff Bridges: ████ ███████ had a long day ahead of her, what with a backlog of memetic anomalies to review. But first, she’s picking up a test subject. Cozy living arrangement, ain’t it? [Camera swings up to look down one of the two walkways adjacent to the D-Class residential units. Site-19 security is escorting D-17568 towards Researcher B.] Security personnel: D-17568, you will accompany Dr. B to the testing lab and follow her instructions. D-17568: Yes, sir. [Researcher B nods, not looking up from her tablet, and walks back in the opposite direction. D-17568 follows closely behind.] Jeff Bridges: Don’t worry, she grows on you. [Film cuts to Researcher B and Junior Researcher Sarah Polanski (her subordinate) looking through an observation window into Testing Chamber Gamma. D-17568 is assessing examples of memetic filters, testing for effectiveness.] Polanski: Okay D-17568, tell us what you’re feeling when you look at the picture. D-17568: Dizzy, like I’ve been in a hot shower too long. Can I look away yet? [Researcher B shakes her head.] Polanski: Not quite yet, but keep us informed if anything changes. [Polanski turns back towards Researcher B and receives a coffee from her.] Polanski: Thanks. Researcher B: You hear that Benning lost a couple more? Polanski: No! God, that idiot. Can’t he train them better? [Researcher B shrugs. She looks through at D-17568, typing out notes on her observation.] Researcher B: All I know is, one of these days he’s the one who’s gonna get the shit detail. Polanski: [Laughs] Ah, I see what you did there. [She sips her coffee and looks through the observation window.] Polanski: Aw crap. [Researcher B looks through the window. The camera follows her gaze to show D-17568 slumped over the desk, the tablet with the memetic filter having fallen to the floor.] Researcher B: Goddamn it! That took hours to encode. [She opens the testing chamber and gathers up the tablet, careful to avert her eyes until the memetic filter is turned off. She takes a few moments to run a diagnostic program.] Researcher B: Oh, thank god, it’s okay. Polanski: Better call in for medical. Researcher B: [Sighs] Suppose so. Jeff Bridges: Here at the SCP Foundation, it’s the bedside manner that really sets 'em apart from your more traditional internment camps. [Film cuts to black.] [Screen remains black and then white letters fill the screen: “Tuesday, June 19, 2011.”] [Segment opens on a large auditorium-styled meeting room, room, subsequently confirmed to be Briefing Room Beta, Site-19. Researcher B is sitting in the audience as HMCL Director Hughes continues speaking.] Jeff Bridges: Just another day in the life of Level-3 researcher. But life at the Foundation was far from ordinary, even the bureaucracy has its sacrifices. Frame of SCP-5479 showing a Site-19 HMCL committee meeting. Director Hughes: We had another three D-Class dead in 173’s containment. This is ridiculous, we know what is necessary, we know how to deal with the stupid statue. Benning, you want to tell me how we lost another three yesterday? Researcher Benning: [clears throat] Human error. They had been involved in cleaning operations on two other occasions. Hughes: Bullshit! These are important assets, unless you’d like to be in there hosing down the shit and the blood? [Benning does not respond. Hughes sits on the desk next to his laptop.] Hughes: Let me make something clear to all of you, we don’t have endless bodies to throw at these anomalies. Don’t take the D-Class for granted. They may be disposable, but they need to be preserved like any asset. [The gathered researchers are staring at Hughes.] Hughes: Repeat after me: The. D-Class. Are. Useful. Tools. [Sighs] Benning, it’s time we changed the system around the statue anyway. No reason we can’t automate. And the rest of you, keep it in mind: D-Class may be there for your use, but use them wisely. [Researcher B files out of the room with her colleagues. As she approaches Memetics Lab Gamma, an alarm starts ringing. She hurries into her lab, secures the lab door, and goes to her desk, withdrawing a Ruger 9mm sidearm from a drawer. She sits behind her desk on the floor, gun gripped tightly.] Jeff Bridges: One might ask, “What did she do to deserve this?” But the stark truth is people don’t get what they deserve, they just get. [There is pounding on the lab's door as explosions are heard deeper into the facility. Someone is yelling through the door. Researcher B braces her arms across the top of the desk while sitting on her knees, the Ruger pointed at the secured door. The yelling is indecipherable through the door.] Jeff Bridges: Her heart beats intensely, sweat pours down her back. Who would pound on a lab door like this? Who could it be? Too long since she was on a range, she hasn’t fired the gun in months. [The yelling through the door becomes clearer as the distant explosions momentarily cease.] D-17568: Dr. B, let me in! It’s insane out here! Intercom: Emergency. Containment breach in process. All non-security personnel are remanded to their stations and ordered to perform lockdown procedures. This is not a drill. [The door to the lab is struck hard twice by a metallic object. Researcher B is shaking her head.] Jeff Bridges: What sort of containment breach is it? What if this isn’t the D-Class? D-17568: Please please please please, let me in goddamnit! [The metal clanging reaches a high tempo, finally breaking the electronic lock and allowing the D-Class to wedge open the door. The klaxon continues to sound, in addition to the lab-specific alarm that begins as the secured door is breached. D-17568 lurches forward towards Researcher B’s position behind the desk. He is bleeding from a wound on the scalp.] D-17568: Help me! [She shakes her head violently.] Researcher B: Get the fuck out of here! D-17568: I go out there, I’m dead! Jeff Bridges: She’s got a serious moral quandary here. He broke into a secure lab during a containment breach. But he’s injured and D-Class, maybe he doesn’t know what lockdown procedures are. Besides, security personnel scramble their brains damn near weekly. Researcher B: Get out! Final warning. D-17568: No no no! [D-17568 moves forward towards her until they are only a meter apart, reaching for her hand. Researcher B fires her sidearm twice into his chest. D-17568 falls backward and lands on the tiled floor of the lab. Researcher B hurries around him and slams the door shut, wedging a stool against it. She turns back to the D-Class and watches as he dies, her arms shaking.] Jeff Bridges: Well, what do you know? That “D” makes sense now. [Film cuts to a montage of security personnel clearing the room, and maintenance repairing the door. Researcher B stands near her station, the firearm on the desk in front of her. She does not look at it, or the body. Cut to a small hearing with members of the Ethics Committee, Researcher B standing silently in front of the two seated Committee members.] Ethics Committee member 1: Given the situation, we think you performed admirably. Your primary concern was the safety of yourself and the security of the lab that is your station, this is all in accordance with protocol when a containment breach or other emergency takes place. Ethics Committee member 2: We’ve all been in containment breaches before, we know how terrifying it can be. But it has been confirmed that D-17568 had not been affected by the containment breach, the nature of which we will not be discussing today. [Researcher B grips her hands tightly in front of her; there’s a fine tremor in her arms.] Jeff Bridges: Uh oh. Looks like she’s in for it now. Ethics Committee Member 1: But ultimately, you had no way of knowing whether D-17568 was affected, or in fact, what sort of anomaly had broken containment. You have testified you were in fear for your life and the security of your station, and the surveillance footage bears this out. Thus, despite the tragedy of D-17568’s demise, it is the decision of this body that it was a result of his own actions. Researcher B, we find you not guilty of professional negligence, and therefore, not culpable for the death of D-17568. Do you have any questions? Researcher B: I… I killed a man. There’re no consequences for that? Ethics Committee Member 2: In this situation? No. Ethics Committee Member 1: We could refer you to some security-cleared therapy, but honestly it might be easier for everyone involved if you were amnesticized. Do you have any problem with that? [Researcher B shakes her head.] [Medical personnel come into the room and administer amnestics to Researcher B. The camera fades to black.] Jeff Bridges: All’s well that ends well, I always say. Lesson learned! ‘course, she won’t remember the lesson. But no harm done. Besides, what did he think was going to happen? He wasn’t putting the ideals of the Foundation first, and that way lies disaster. [Researcher B pauses the playback.] Researcher B: Jesus Christ. [Internal surveillance in the testing chamber shows her hanging her head, propped up by both hands, murmuring to herself.] Researcher B: None of that happened… did it? [The phone rings in the test chamber. Researcher B picks up the receiver.] Researcher B: Director? What is it? [She listens for a few moments. Then shakes her head.] Researcher B: No, it doesn’t seem to have any memetic effect. Just, for the lack of a better word… I’m not doing well with this, watching yourself do things you don’t remember. It’s disturbing. [She stops talking, presumably listening to the phone.] Researcher B: I’m sorry to interrupt but… I mean, did this hap – [She pauses] I see. Thank you. I’ll continue. [Researcher B hangs up the phone and restarts the film.] [White letters on a black background fill the screen: “Wednesday, June 20, 2011.”] Frame of SCP-5479 showing Researchers Polanski and B in Memetic Lab Gamma, Site-19. [Film segment opens on Memetic Lab Gamma, Site-19. The camera pans around the space before framing Researchers B and Polanski. B is turned away from the camera, but Polanski looks in the general direction of the camera almost making eye contact before looking away. They are both laughing.] Polanski: Right, and then, he pulls the mug outta the microwave and mimes looking horrified, screaming “the coffee is a cognitohazard!” [Researcher B laughs.] Researcher B: Kurt is such a goddamn goof. Polanski: So, where were you yesterday? [Researcher B turns to look at Polanski.] Researcher B: What do you mean? Polanski: You weren’t in the lab in the morning, and you weren’t at lunch when the alarm sounded, and we were locked down. Researcher B: Oh… yesterday I was… I had a meeting with the HMCL committee, and then I took the rest of the day to run some errands. Polanski: Huh, well did you hear what happened? [Researcher B shakes her head while bending over to examine something at her station.] Polanski: There was a containment breach, not sure what kind but a D-Class died right here in the lab. Researcher B: Jesus. Really? Polanski: Mmhmm. Must’ve gotten caught up in the breach somehow. It was actually one we’d worked with a few times, D-17568. [Researcher B shrugs.] Researcher B: I have the damnedest time remembering their numbers. Jeff Bridges: I’m just doing voice over, but if I was on screen, I’d be giving the camera some serious side eye right now. End Log3 Closing statement: Fifteen minutes after the end of the log, Researcher B appeared at Director Moose’s office to discuss the content of SCP-5479. The Director saw Researcher B immediately. The contents of that discussion are not part of this record, but Director Moose noted that Researcher B was irrational and frantic about her viewing of the anomaly. After several minutes security was called, and Researcher B was taken away. Ethics Committee members determined that the best course of action for all involved was to amnesticize Researcher B concerning her viewing of SCP-5479.4 Researcher B was allowed to return to her normal work duties the following day, with a classified demerit on her personnel file. Director Moose reported her concern to the O5 Council regarding SCP-5479 being studied by those Researchers who had contact with D-Class or other ethically challenging, sensitive responsibilities. The Special Containment Procedures were amended accordingly, such that the anomaly would be transferred to a Site without D-Class in order to avoid such complications in the future. ▼ Close File ▼ Footnotes 1. Foundation agents have confirmed that Mr. Bridges has no knowledge of this anomaly. 2. Hereby referred to as “B.” Researcher’s name redacted under auspices of Ethics Committee bilateral agreement #22349, dated 21 June, 2011. 3. Researcher B ceased playback at this point. No further transcripts are included in the file. 4. With this conclusion, the Ethics Committee adjudicated the situation as resolved. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5479" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5479. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5480 | safe | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page Item#: 5480 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Due to suspicions about the identity of PoI-595 - the sole inhabitant of SCP-5480 - the containment of SCP-5480 is to remain unknown to anyone outside of The Foundation, including PoI-595 themselves. The apartment building which contains SCP-5480 is to be monitored and the rooms adjacent to it are to be purchased by Foundation agents to minimise the risk of civilians being exposed to the anomaly. Description: SCP-5480 is an apartment in Portsmouth, England, which contains a number of anomalous artifacts. Such items include a series of potted plants made of human bone, a watering can filled with living ox marrow and a fridge which fills up with stomach acid when it is closed. A great number of documents - bills, paychecks, unsent job applications and receipts - have been packed into the bin. The oldest of these records dates back to 1879. They follow a strict chronology, as well. From 1879 to 1942, they are addressed to a “Saarin Llovi”, then “Saally Orock” until 1979, “Sandy Nadocks” up to 2017 and from that point forward, “Saara Klaviger”. There is a photorealistic painting on the bedside table depicting a young woman and an older man, likely in his thirties, standing in front of a field of red grass. A faded inscription on the bottom of the frame reads “εγώ και ιόν”, translatable from Greek as “Me and Ion” (sic). Dating of the pigments has revealed it to be around 3,100 years old. SCP-5480 is inhabited by PoI-595, the aforementioned Saara Klaviger. PoI-595 is, according to her passport, a 28 year old female currently employed as a retail assistant of the Aldi brand grocery chain. Addendum 5480.1 - Discovery + Access fileserv:/S:/5480/fileserv/discovery - ACCESS GRANTED On the 15th of May, 2020, two members of GoI-663, “The Fraternity of Skin”, to whom Foundation agents had attached hidden observation devices to weeks prior, had the following conversation outside of what was later found out to be SCP-5480. Interlocutors: Saara Klaviger (PoI-595), Male 1, Male 2 (Begin transcript) [Male 1 knocks on Klaviger’s door. Half a minute later, she opens it.] Male 1: Good morning, ma’am! It’s so good to see you, it’s hard to find fellow disciples of the flesh. Male 2: We represent the Fraternity of Skin, one of the last remaining groups in Europe who champion the original goals of the Grand Karcist. Klaviger: Uh huh, and what would those be? Male 1: In his words, ‘the liberation of mankind from the fetters of machinery’. Klaviger: He never said that. The actual quote goes: ‘from the fetters of mortality’. Male 2: How would you know? Klaviger: You know what, nevermind. What else is your cult about? Male 1: Not a cult! Not a cult. We’re a society of revivalists, bringing Sarkicism back to its roots. We worship Yaldabaoth, our deliverer from iron. Klaviger: What are you talking about? Ion fought Yaldabaoth, they are- were legendary enemies. Classical Nälkänism rejects the idea of worship of the gods entirely. And "sarkic" is a slur, the proper term is Nälkän. Male 1: You’re misinformed. Just take a look at our scripture, the Parables of Nadox. We pulled this from the library’s shelves ourselves. Klaviger: Pseudo-Nadox. And this isn’t even a copy of the original, what is this? “Ion drew forth the seed of his loins and placed it into Lovataar’s gaping…” ugh, this is just an erotica. These aren’t even parables! And I never want to hear about any of Lovataar’s body parts again, gaping or not. Male 2: Those are our holy texts! Male 1: (Whispering: Shush, we can still recover this). There’s always time to debate the historicity of our practices later. However, I’m sure that you will agree that the spirit of our group, nay, our family, is truly in the vein of the original brand of Sarkicism. Klaviger: Oh boy. Male 1: Take a look at this. [He produces a clay sculpture packed with cotton.] Klaviger: Serpent’s tail, many eyes, is that… Saarn? Male 1: Yes. She is the object of our affections. Klaviger: A-affections? Male 2: That’s right. You see, as with most Sarkites, we try to keep our bloodline pure. No breeding or marriage with outsiders, we only procreate with fellow members of our community. But we don’t have any proselytes who can carry a child yet so in the meantime we’ve been storing our seed in these clay receptacles. Male 1: (Whispering: No! Don’t start with that!) It also serves a dual purpose. We follow in Ion’s footsteps, for just as he laid with Saarn for twelve days and shattered the hills with his passion- Klaviger: [Chokes.] Fucking… no! That didn't happen! Ion was faithful to Lovataar, how did Saarn somehow get roped into a relationship with him? I did not want to learn today that effigies of me- I mean Saarn were being violated by a bunch of crusty old men! How come every Nälkän commune is some kind of disgusting sex cult!? Male 1: It's in following with our founder's principles. Ion’s appetites were legendary, it’s said he fornicated with so many that his phallus spat blood by the time he was thirty! Klaviger: [Vomits profusely.] (End of transcript) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5480" by Tiamat Elsen, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5480. 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-5481 | euclid | Item#: 5481 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-49 Dr. Edward Wallace Dr. Hammil Thompson MTF Kappa-8 "Forest Wildfire" Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5481 specimens found in public areas are to be transplanted to the Botanical Aisle of Site-49. If transportation is not feasible, the instance is to be cut down and incinerated. Witnesses of SCP-5481 are to be interrogated and amnesticized. Description: SCP-5481 is the designation for an anomalous tree species that externally resembles several non-anomalous species1, mostly taking the form of a Pseudotsuga menziesii (Douglas Fir). When a humanoid entity comes into contact with an instance of SCP-5481, the object will deploy a pair of human arms which will then gently hug the subject. This hug will last as long as the subject keeps contact with the instance, after which these appendages will be retracted into the trunk. Dissection of SCP-5481 has revealed that the appendages are biologically human, connected to a complex muscular system embedded in the trunk that allows for the extension and retraction of the arms in any direction. SCP-5481's method of reproduction is undergoing research, as it has been observed that the instances seem to appear spontaneously. Since saplings grown from collected specimens have not displayed any anomalous attributes, it is theorized that instances only develop their muscular systems in adulthood. Addendum 5481.1: Investigation into PoI-5481 On 16/09/2020, a large population of SCP-5481 was found in the Roosevelt Forest, in Oregon, USA. Further exploration revealed an abandoned cabin nearby that showed signs of being previously inhabited. The journal of a presumed female known as "Jade Johnsson", now designated PoI-5481, was found in the surroundings of the cabin and is transcribed below. 05/09/2020 I found this cabin. I think I can afford to live here at least for tree three weeks or so. That’s good. I also found this notebook. It was under the bed ―which, of course, is unusable due to insects― and I’ve been thinking a lot. I’ve decided that I’m using this as a diary or something like that. I don’t have anything else to do, anyway. That could bring me some problems, of course, but I mean- what could be worse? So, welcome to the awesome diary of Jade Johnsson! 06/09/2020 Today I went to the town. I bought some food with the last of my money. I think I can manage with it, at least until I can collect more money. There are some times I actually miss everyone. It wasn’t a good family, but… it was a family, after all. Now, I just have some bread. And I will have to eat it at the end of the day. 07/09/2020 I saw one of the trees today. They are already here. That’s not good. They are following faster than before. I know you love me, mom, but I think that’s a very, very disturbing way of showing it. 08/09/2020 One of the trees is already outside of this cabin. I’m in a forest, so it shouldn’t be a problem. I hope there’s none at the town. THAT would be a real problem. I have no doubt some of them already know. There’s no way they aren’t aware of the trees. I hope you know what the hell are you doing, mom. I don’t want anyone searching for my ass. Although I know discretion wasn't your thing. Even dad said so. God… I haven't seen dad in a while. I hope he's okay. Is he taking good care of Daniel? I really hope Daniel doesn’t forget his lovely sister… 09/09/2020 Mom, why? I… we all felt abandoned. You did this to us. You forced me to run. Yet you’re still trying to make me feel loved? Why? You’re regretful? Because I know you are. I have seen it all. Every damn thing you’ve done to broke us apart. That’s what you call affection? And there are the trees. What the fuck were you thinking? I’m going to find you, mom. And then, I’m going to let you see what you’ve done. The "10/09/2020" entry consists only of a drawing of a house on fire 11/09/2020 There are trees everywhere. I tried to cut one down, but apparently a pocket knife isn’t enough. Still, I attacked every one I found. Also, now I’m totally out of food. What now? 12/09 Mom, I still remember the good times. I know we didn't have everything we wanted, but we managed to be a happy family. Do you still remember? Do you remember when I came back from school crying and you just made some popcorn and we watched movies for the rest of the day? I will never forget those times. It seemed like… like we had an entire bright future ahead of us. Did you ever consider it? When those men came and asked you to do them a favor… did you ever consider our opinions? We were a family! Every decision affected every one of us! Did you think about the implications? Did you give us an opportunity? I don't know if I want to know those answers. 13/09 This cabin is no longer an option. There are so many fucking trees. Someone is going to investigate this place at any moment. I really don't want them to come here. Do the trees still look like a good idea, mom? I bet not. I bet you would say they still do. What do you want? Do you want them to find me? Because that’s what you’re fucking doing! I don't even know where I am going to live now. I… For once I thought I could live somewhere safe. At least for some time. But no. Once again, you RUINED it. Thank you, mom. It has been discovered that all the presumed PoI-5481 locations showed a large population of SCP-5481. MTF Kappa-8 ("Forest Wildfire") has been assigned tracking of the subject. Addendum 5481.2: Interview with Mark Walters Interviewer: Dr. Hammil Thompson Interviewee: Mr. Mark Walters Foreword: On 05/10/2020, Mr. Mark Walters witnessed an individual, presumed to be PoI-5481, interacting with an instance of SCP-5481. <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Hammil: Mr. Walters, may you tell me your encounter with the… "hugging tree"? Mr. Walters: Yeah, I guess. I was at the park. It was, like nine or ten. I was gonna smoke a cigarette when I discovered that there was someone in the swings. Dr. Hammil: May you describe them? Mr. Walters: Yeah, It was a girl. I think seventeen or so. I'm pretty sure she was still a teen, but… I don't know, she seemed… like, she had the expression of someone that had lived so much, y'know? It was a very cold night, so I wondered why was she there. I thought of asking her, but… Dr. Hammil: What stopped you from approaching her? Mr. Walters: I… I felt like it was not the right thing to do. She seemed sad. I mean- very sad, but she wasn't crying. I just stayed there, hoping she wouldn't notice me. Dr. Hammil: What happened to her? Mr. Walters: She stayed there for, like, half an hour. I think she had been there for much longer, but it's just a supposition. Then, she stood up and walked to a nearby tree. She hugged the tree, and… the tree hugged her back. Dr. Hammil: The tree hugged her back? Mr. Walters: Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but that damn tree- two arms came out of it and hugged her! I'm not crazy! I know what I saw! I- Dr. Hammil: Mr. Walters, please calm down. Nobody's doubting your testimony. What happened afterwards? Mr. Walters: I- err… Dr. Hammil: Yes? Mr. Walters: I- I don't know. I… I think she said something, but I took off running, so I don't remember exactly what her exact words, but… Dr. Hammil: What do you remember? Mr. Walters: … I think it was something along the lines of "I'm sorry for being like this". I'm sorry, I- I was really scared, y'know? That damn tree had arms! How?! That was- Dr. Hammil: Calm down, Mr. Walters. Did you see anything else after that? Mr. Walters: … no. I ran to my house and told my wife about it. She thought someone had drugged me, so she called the cops. Dr. Hammil: I see… well, thank you for your time, Mr. Walters. <END LOG> Addendum 5481.3: As of 05/10/2020, no new instances of SCP-5481 have been found. Reclassification to Safe is dependent on the successful detention of PoI-5481. Footnotes 1. This has included the Pinus, Abies and Pseudotsuga genera. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5481" by EthanHanson, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5481. 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-5482 | keter | Item#: 5482 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation employees are to be monitored for the common effects of SCP-5482. Those affected by SCP-5482 are not to be allowed within seven kilometres of bodies of water exceeding one cubic metre in volume: oceans, lakes, rivers, swimming pools, aquifers, etc. Clouds and other weather formations do not count as such. They should be exposed to liquid water as little as possible; if the person lives long enough to require hydration it should be achieved intravenously. Description: SCP-5482 is a condition which spontaneously arises within Foundation personnel, especially those concerned with the study of anomalous environments and locations.1 It is unknown whether it affects persons not employed by the Foundation. Individuals affected by SCP-5482, designated SCP-5482-1, suffer from adverse reactions to water.2 Individuals who had close interpersonal relationships with previous instances of SCP-5482-1 are highly susceptible to being affected by SCP-5482 in future. SCP-5482 is incurable and its effects increase in severity and scope over time until death. Due to the extreme inconsistency with which SCP-5482 appears and operates, it is impossible to provide any meaningful information about the disease or the pathology of its sufferers. Addendum 5482.1: Partial list of SCP-5482 cases + Access fileserv:/S:/5482/fileserv/earlycases - ACCESS GRANTED Subject: Lieutenant Kiara Anenasya Date of Onset: 23/09/20 (first recorded occurrence of SCP-5482) Summary: On September 23rd 2020, Lieutenant Anenasya of MTF Lambda-77 (“Demersal Scotopic”)3 regurgitated several litres of saltwater while conversing with a containment engineer. She did not appear to be surprised by the event. The engineer recalled her smiling, placing her hand in front of her mouth and saying "I missed you." before walking away. Site security, upon learning of the incident, attempted to locate Lt. Anenasya. They were successful in tracking her to a forest several dozen kilometres from her home. Upon sighting the retrieval team, the lieutenant smiled and began humming. Due to the sudden appearance of a fog bank, visual contact was briefly lost. Security personnel were not successful in reacquiring her. She has not been sighted since. Subject: Captain Minerva Skye Date of Onset: 24/09/20 Summary: The day after Lieutenant Anenasya’s disappearance Captain Skye - another member of Lambda-77 - was discovered dead in the bathroom of her residence. Her hands had been severely mutilated and several hundred grams of skin, muscle and cortical bone were found in the basin of her sink. Three dull razors were found in her pocket. It was determined that her wounds were self-inflicted. In spite of this, her death was not due to blood loss but instead benzodiazepine overdose. During autopsy, her blood refused to coagulate and her body did not exsanguinate, instead bleeding continuously until all of her open wounds were sealed. A three minute long video was found on her phone, recorded an hour before her discovery of her body. It depicts her holding her hand over her sink and piercing her ulnar and radial arteries in multiple locations, losing several litres of blood over the course of the video.4 She can be heard repeatedly whispering "I won't go back" for its entire duration. Subject: Private Adam Asakku Date of Onset: 26/09/20 Summary: Private Asakku, the only remaining member of Lambda-77, was informed of the situation and voluntarily confined himself to Site-56 under daytime supervision, with the working theory at the time being that an anomalous entity or effect was targeting members of his MTF. He refused contact with all water and water-containing solutions, in spite of the obvious risks to his health. Over the following days he began regurgitating small amounts of water, often while attempting to speak, and suffered from periods of intense and uncontrollable lacrimation, which evolved into weeping and emotional discomfort. Asakku reported whispering and singing coming from the West-facing walls of Site-56 and demanded they be covered in soundproof foam. Although the request was granted, he continued to complain about the noise and claimed that Lake Garda, located several kilometres East of Site-56, was singing to him. An offer to allow him to shower elicited an intensely negative response, necessitating his sedation. He also began hallucinating large objects or environments 'inside' bodies of water. For example, he reported seeing underwater forests, mountain ranges and ruins within three different glasses of water. When asked to judge the depth of a swimming pool, he responded that it was at least seventeen kilometres in depth and filled with the silhouettes of "leviathans and carrion bloats".5 He demanded that the pool be drained so that there was no possibility of anyone "falling away." Asakku eventually suffered a psychotic break and used a nail file to crudely remove his ears, eyes, much of his gums, and his tongue.6 Post-mortem, his blood was found to be significantly clearer than that of a normal person and contained almost no plasma. Addendum 5482.2: Extended case study, Senior Researcher Jacquelyn Vanth + Access fileserv:/S:/5482/fileserv/casestudy - ACCESS GRANTED Subject: Doctor Jacquelyn Vanth Date of Onset: 23/09/21 Summary: Dr Vanth was diagnosed with SCP-5482 exactly one year after the anomaly's emergence. At the time, she was the lead researcher of SCP-5482, having volunteered for the position since the initial classification of the phenomenon. Once she became aware of her status as an instance of SCP-5482-1, she deferred her responsibilities to a subordinate and chose to use herself to study the progression of the disease. Document: Transcript of “230921652.mp4”, voice recording by Dr Vanth Sixty hours. That’s the average period between the onset of symptoms and death. You won’t find it on the file, though, because it’s not an indicator of how long someone will survive. We pulled out all the stops for Adam and he barely lasted three days. Others have lived for four, even five without any intervention. It has nothing to do with how well-protected you are. Death takes you when it feels like it. I don’t know why but 5482 feels expected. Like I was waiting for it. I guess I was, in a way. The turnover rate for MTFs is ridiculous. We’ve all heard the horror stories, of agents getting lost in the woods and never being heard from again, or of MTFs being picked off one by one as they attempt to navigate a house of horrors. So for my team and I to have lived so long? It was more than a little incredible. I’d always just assumed that I’d die on the job, trapped in another world or tortured ‘till the end of my days by a sadistic locus.7 My departure from Lambda-77 was an anticlimax, ergo 5482 seems like something which has been a long time coming. Last night I had an odd dream. I woke up in my parents’ house. It was raining outside but the lights were on. The night was warm. I heard odd noises from far away and so I stood on my toes and glanced out the window. I saw the lake curl toward the horizon, black and depthless. It whispered to me and asked me to come outside. I did, while the rain pelted my back. It wasn’t cold; it felt more like being breathed on. Not even in a creepy way, it was more like intimate, as if someone was holding me close and exhaling into my hair. I stepped up to the edge of the water and knelt down. I just listened to it, humming with my mother’s voice. When I was young I used to run along the lake’s edges and look for odd rocks or sticks. I’d bring breadcrumbs to feed to the birds and a polaroid to take pictures of bugs and the odd rabbit. My mum would tell me to stay away from the shore, but there was one time that I saw a fox perched on a branch near the bank of the pond. It didn’t move as I crept toward it, just gave me an odd sort of look. I got close enough to touch it and so I reached out and… slipped. The lake rose up to meet me. I tried to swim upward but the pressure just kept building above me and pushing me down. I couldn’t fight it off; I was only a child. I didn’t feel any fear though, or any pain. There was a burning sensation in my lungs but it was distant and easy to ignore. The weight of the water felt protective, almost. I closed my eyes and let bits of algae wrap around my arms. Something living swirled underneath me. I sensed it by the way in which the water moved around its body as it beat its fins. We both flinched as soon as we saw each other. It disappeared into the depths and I almost swam after it out of sheer curiosity. I passed out. Next thing I knew, my mother was humming while she held my head in her lap. She was singing this beautiful lullaby. For years afterwards, I kept fantasising about diving into the lake again. I wandered further than I ever had into the woods, not scared in the least of getting lost. I wanted to experience that sensation again, of being submerged in something wholly unfamiliar. It’s why I signed up to be a member of Lambda-77 in the first place. It took me years for me to learn my lesson and grow out of that stupid obsession. 5482 targets people who’ve seen strange places: realities of blood and bone, universes living through the aftermath of catastrophe, inexplicable places of all kinds. Does it come from them, somehow? And if it can sing, does it think? It's predatory, that much I can assume, but what does it want from me? Fuck it, whatever. I hope it chokes on my bones. Document: Transcript of “240921802.mp4”, voice recording by Dr Vanth Last night I dreamt of an endless forest. It was foggy and there was a path of trampled ferns before me. There was a time when I would’ve gladly gone down that road to chase new sights and novelties. Instead I sat down and waited until I woke up. I used to be so in love with that feeling of discovery, of stepping through a portal or over a border only to cross over from the normal world into something fantastic and otherly. My seniors would call me incautious, my peers would say that my curiosity would be the death of me, of all of us. They turned out to be right. I don’t remember anything about how Devana died, just that it could’ve been avoided. We weren't careful. I wasn't watching out for him. I know you probably went to the grave hating me for it, Skye, but I had to leave after we lost him. It was too painful to stick around. Exploration started to daunt me, and foreign suns seemed not as bright. (Laughs) Listen to me, talking to the dead. I suppose I’ll be with them soon. The water’s gotten louder, and different bodies have acquired their own cadences. The ocean is an open-mouthed tone while the rain is a murmur. This morning I was washing my hands and the water tore away some of my skin when I pulled my fingers out of the stream. My hair is damp and it can’t be dried. The effects are worsening. I don’t know how I’ll die. Regardless, I’m losing my connection to reality. It's odd, being aware of how I’m slipping away. I sang along with the rain earlier. Most of the other 5482-1s developed an intense fear of water. Adam’s the crown example of course, having mutilated himself just to stop listening to its singing. I’m not sure if I feel that same terror. It reminds me of something, instead. It’s picking at old scabs, unearthing memories too decayed to recall but just firm enough to evoke the feeling I used to associate with them. I remember… rustling leaves, weight on my back, a brisk wind, the days I spent far from home just taking in the nature all around me. The woods around my house, I can barely recall what they were like. Now I want to go back and find out all over again. Mark out all the clearings, photograph all the flowers, watch sunlight spill through the canopy, and twinkle in the dirt… … remember to check everything that I say for cognitohazards. Document: Transcript of “250921937.mp4”, voice recording by Dr Vanth It rained yesterday while I was commuting. I put down my umbrella and let the raindrops slide over my cheeks. They drew blood. I felt my skin and fat peeling away, the humours of my eye gliding down my neck. It didn’t hurt even a little. It was like falling asleep. After Devana’s death, I convinced myself that my curiosity was a liability. I conformed, I learned to fear the unknown. I wish I hadn't done that; I wish I'd seen more of the world. Maybe it would have been wonderful, or perhaps my life would have been cut short… but it wouldn’t have mattered. As long as I could've witnessed one more sunrise, smelled one more flower, heard another song. I can't go on like this, buried in normalcy. I was wrong. I was so, so wrong. 5482 isn't ravenous, it's grieving. It misses me so much, wishes I would return to it. It’s me, before I was stained by loss and cautionary tales. I was convinced by my loss to believe that the other had to hate me. That was never true. Am I still scared? Of course, but I am more afraid of being alone in the light than hated in the dark. I'm afraid of the world having limits. I think-, no, I feel like this is right. Wherever I end up will be terrible, vast, unknowable… and beautiful. [Several minutes of the sound of rainfall. Vanth laughs softly.] I missed you too. Footnotes 1. Such as extradimensional spaces, anomalous biomes and parallel universes. 2. The nonspecificity of this statement accounts for the anomaly's irregular behaviour. 3. A mobile task force specialising in the exploration of hostile environments such as areas defined by extreme temperatures, toxic atmospheres or hostile fauna. 4. Losing as little as two litres of blood is almost always immediately fatal. 5. Asakku's mannerisms were deeply affected by SCP-5482. 6. Notable as being moist exterior surfaces of the body with the exception of his ears. 7. A colloquialism for a space possessing both agency and intelligence, effectively a living location. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5482" by Tiamat Elsen, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5482. 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-5483 | esoteric-class | + ACCESS CREW MEMBER JOURNAL ENTRY ('Michael Carpenter') - COLLAPSE CREW MEMBER JOUNRAL ENTRY ('Michael Carpenter') 29/12/2018 Director Goodall says we have to start writing in these. About what goes wrong, and stuff. Let me think. Well, for starters, there's always a fish smell. I accidentally tripped on my way to the submarine. I had to try a couple of extra times to pick up one of the fossils. And I saw a scientist drop a couple of papers on their way to the lab. That's it, I think. Alright, the main thing wrong is that this job is boring as shit. My entire job is using a crane to pick up fossils while a scientist guy yells at me. That's it. Also, the boss is shit. Goodall calls us all "civvies." The calm way he talks, it always sounds like he's about to take out an MP5 and mow us all down. I guess that's why he always has his crony, Daniels, do the talking for him. It feels like I'm working for the government without seeing any of the cool shit. I can't wait to get out of this underwater base, and see my bros again. Catalogue #: SCP-5483 Seafloor Cataloging Procedures: SCP-5483 is currently isolated to Site-78 via complete lockdown of the site. Description: SCP-5483 refers to an area located at the edge of the Alquist Trench, monitored by S.C.P. Aquatic Monitoring Facility Alpha. At its deepest, the Alquist Trench is at the upper edge of the mesopalegic zone, and is notable for having very few hydrothermal vents and an absence of zooplankton, leading to a general lack of life in the local area1. SCP-5483 contains the underwater Site-78, used for cataloging remarkable phenomena near and around the Alquist Trench. Recently, SCP-5483 has been the location of paranormal occurrences. Examples of these include: Hallucinations of emaciated figures in hallways, often resembling family members. Perceptions of impossible structures, like unending stairways, infinitely long hallways, and floors/surfaces acting similar to fluids. Hallucinations of people walking on the seafloor or entering the Alquist Trench. Disappearances of site personnel. On May 1st 2019, to curb the apparent disappearances of crewmembers, Acting Site-78 Director Theodore Daniels activated a lockdown of the facility, ensuring that no egress from Site-78 was possible. As of May 22nd 2019, this lockdown is ongoing. Discovery: The paranormal phenomena occurring at Site-78 began after Director Robin Goodall vanished from his sleeping quarters at approximately 1500 hours on the night of April 28th, 2019. Footage of the interior and exterior of the site do not show him leaving his quarters, and no escape pods were engaged. His quarters were soaked with sea water, despite there being no breaches in the site's hull. Per instructions left by Dr. Goodall, Dr. Theodore Daniels became acting director of Site-78 on April 29th, 2019. Documentation of paranormal events began on May 2nd (see phenomena log). + ACCESS CREW MEMBER JOURNAL ENTRY ('Shelby McVinny') - COLLAPSE CREW MEMBER JOURNAL ENTRY ('Shelby McVinny') 30/4/2019 Director G disappeared yesterday. I've talked to people, and nobody knows where he disappeared to. My theory is that he got himself lost somewhere in the Site and locked himself into an old bunker. Good riddance, in my opinion. Another oddity happened today. I was maintaining a circuit box, trying to keep a sector of the Site from short-circuiting after a cookie cutter shark tried to get into the reactor bay. All of a sudden, I was tackled to the ground by someone in a janitorial uniform. His name was Drake; I knew him from orientation. Once I recovered from the fall, I looked up and made eye contact. His eyes were going in and out of focus, and moving about like a malfunctioning gyroscope. His teeth were clenched and he was breathing hard in and out, like he was struggling. The most worrying thing was that his muscles were clenched and locked in like clamps. He started screaming. "The whole fucking place is flooding! Get out of here, McVinny, you're going to die!" I managed to push him off, and told him the Site wasn't flooding. If it was, there would be a breach alarm. Almost immediately, his face sobered and he calmed himself down, like he was cured with some elixir. He stood up, looked around, apologized, and got back to his work. If anything else went wrong, I don't remember it, since all I've been thinking about was that. Right now, lying in my bed, I still feel shell shocked. Apparently, my roommates, Kreia and Samantha, also had something strange happen in their work day. What's going on? Addendum: Phenomena Log Date: 2019/5/2 Phenomena: Three members of the crew— Dr. Robinson, Dr. McGill, and Dr. Strader— vanish while going on an unscheduled extravehicular operation. Their last transmissions are "It calls me down." Notes: Lockdown established after Dr. Thurston attempted to exit the base through a submarine hatch. Lockdown can only be lifted via communication with ships circling the waters above Site-78. Follow Up: Dr. Thurston restrained to on-site psychological care facility. Investigation begun. Date: 2019/5/4 Phenomena: A group of people were seen by Giles Robinson crowded around something. When the crowd dissipated, the dead body of Dr. Glenn was found. Notes: Dr. Glenn was later found alive. This was probably a hallucination. Follow Up: None. Date: 2019/5/5 Phenomena: George Halloway reported the Main Observatory being flooded with a yellow, fog-like gas. He would later claim that this gas smelt like gunpowder and burnt flesh, as well as that it made breathing difficult. Notes: This hallucination was shared by 5 of the 8 people in the Main Observatory at this time. Follow Up: Air recyclers were examined to ensure maximum efficacy. Date: 2019/5/6 Phenomena: Gwen Cameron reports the site undergoing sudden explosive decompression, resulting in the death of all crew except herself. Notes: Obvious hallucination, but the detail in which she described the remains of both Halpern and Beck is unsettling. Follow Up: Gwen Cameron set up with a remote counseling session. Date: 2019/5/6 Phenomena: Marcus Halpern reported seeing several starfish crawling on his skin. Notes: Phenomenon was corroborated by two others in the room at the time. A sample jar allegedly used to collect one of the starfish was found empty, but with an unknown biological residue within. Follow Up: Halpern and others associated given psychotherapy. Date: 2019/5/7 Phenomena: A drone used to make repairs to Site-78's antenna array began broadcasting an image of what appeared to be the throat of a whale. Repairs were unable to be completed. Notes: Phenomenon corroborated by all personnel. Follow Up: Effectiveness of psychotherapy reconsidered. + ACCESS CREW MEMBER JOURNAL ENTRY ('Marcus Halpern') - COLLAPSE CREW MEMBER JOURNAL ENTRY ('Marcus Halpern') 5/9/2019 It has been 10 days since Goodall vanished. I think. The electronics keep on screwing up down here, we've had a few time sync errors, but thankfully, our internet connection allows us to re-sync them properly. To be frank, the phenomena we're cataloging is the tame stuff— the stuff that's most believable. There are things I've seen in my dreams that have me questioning… everything. In my dream last night, I saw what the trench actually was. At the bottom, there was a pupil and an iris. The trench started expanding, opening, until a massive eye was revealed. It was an eye, but I'm not sure what kind of eye— it didn't look like any terrestrial or marine creature. Too many pupils. The Alquist Trench didn't exist until a few years ago— freak tectonic shift opened it. That's really fast, from what I hear; the S.C.P. guys jumped on it really quick so they could get a good look at what was happening. I'm not sure that was a dream, more of a vision. Whatever's down there is slowly waking up, slowly opening— I've checked the measurements, the trench has grown by about a centimeter since we've come down here. In geological terms, that's massive. Date: 2019/5/9 Phenomena: A loud bang was heard from Dr. Halpern's quarters. An unfinished journal entry was found on their laptop. Dr. Halpern has yet to be located. Personnel reported a strong smell of gunpowder and burnt flesh. Notes: No ash or residue of any kind was found in Dr. Halpern's room. Any reports to the contrary have not been corroborated. Follow Up: Dr. Halpern was sent to psychotherapy. No? Date: 2019/5/13 Phenomena: Director Daniels reports the sudden sound of alert sirens, corroborated by several of his assistants. These alert sirens were not heard in the rest of the facility. Notes: Analysis of the alert system indicated that an alarm was actually triggered by the manifestation of several xenarthran entities in the Alquist Trench. Follow Up: None. Date: 2019/5/14 Phenomena: Several staff members experience reactions to cafeteria food, including hives and stroke-like symptoms. All staff members asserted that the food smelt like gunpowder and burnt flesh prior to consumption. Notes: This is presently believed to be a malfunction of the food processing units. They will be examined later an instance of the placebo effect. Date: 2019/5/16 Phenomena: A cell phone was heard ringing for several hours. Eventually, a Samsung smartphone belonging to Director Goodall was located in his former quarters, with over a dozen voice mail messages and text conversations pertaining to the phenomena on the site. Notes: Voice mail has been transcribed in the following by Director Theodore Daniels. Follow Up: None. + ACCESS CREW JOURNAL ENTRY ('Ted Daniels') - COLLAPSE CREW JOURNAL ENTRY ('Ted Daniels') Message 1 (Dated 04/26/2019): Blocked Number: Project Angler Fish is Go Goodall: About fucking time Goodall: The gas was going to start going bad within a month. Fucking bureaucrats. Blocked Number: Dispose of your phone. Return to the surface using private escape pod before end of month. Voice Mail 1 (Dated 4/29/2019): Unknown Female Caller: Hey, Robin, it's me. Not sure if you can get reception in your part of the ocean, but data transmission's started. Everyone there is looking confused— you should see the look on Daniels's face. He actually tried tasting the water you left in your quarters. They're going to be tripping for a week. Unknown Female Caller: But, yeah, just calling to let you know the misters are working fine. They should be getting to the food in the galley with the drugs soon. Depending on their meal preference, we should see results in a day or so. Bye. Voice Message 1: Dr. Robinson: Director Goodall, we've made it to extraction. Took us a while to get out of range of the base's sensors. En route to the Cook, will update when we get there. Voice Message 2: Director Goodall: God dammit, this is my fifth time calling. Has nobody seen my phone? Does nobody even hear it? I need to call my wife, goddammit! I can't remember her cell. Text Conversation 2: Blocked Number: Director Goodall, just checking in. Goodall: New phone, sorry. Who is this? Blocked Number: Director Stephenson at Site-78. Blocked Number: The actual Site-78. Not the downwelling zone. Blocked Number: Your crew's going crazy. We need to give the people in R&D a raise. Blocked Number: We're considering ending the test soon, but there's a problem. Goodall: What? Blocked Number: Daniels is refusing to lift lockdown. We've tried a dozen memetic triggers, but nothing's persuading him. Blocked Number: We're thinking a mutiny might be in order. We still have a couple of crew nearby which could trigger one. Goodall: No, this is good. Goodall: Let them stew for a while longer. Then, have Daniels stuff himself into the escape pod. Goodall: I think I just realized where I lost my phone. Date: 2019/5/14 Phenomena: The entire Collections Department reports being unable to breathe. This is in spite of the fact that they are, in fact, able to breathe. Notes: This is believed to be correlated to the appearance of a sperm whale in the vicinity of the site. Relationship unknown. Date: 2019/5/12 or 2019/5/15 Phenomena: The day after May 14th, all time stamps assert that it is May 12th. This cannot be corrected by any means. Notes: Corrected itself at midnight on the second May 12th, currently May 15th. Follow Up: Computer system is to be recalibrated. Computer system corrected itself. + ACCESS CREW MEMBER JOURNAL ENTRY ('Danny Tubb') - COLLAPSE CREW MEMBER JOURNAL ENTRY ('Danny Tubb') 30/4/2019 I swear to God, I saw Director Goodall before he left. It might've been one of those god damned hallucinations, but I saw him before everything started happening, after he left. The logs all say he disappeared from the systems at 1500 hours. But at 1700 hours, I saw him walking around the site. He was wearing one of those rubber jumpsuits that the divers wear under the big diving suits. I tried waving hello to him, but he just made a sideways glance to me and nodded. I was suspicious— he wasn't close at all to the departures bay— so I hid behind a tall plant to watch him. He walked up to a wall, opened up a hidden panel, and input some code. A door opened, and he climbed up a ladder before the door closed behind him. The more I look at the site, the more it reminds me of an ant farm. Do you know "HexBugs," those robot bugs that you put in the plastic tubes to watch them crawl around? Most of the site is made of reinforced glass, like someone could look in and watch us work. I only say this because I've felt like I've been watched for the past few days. Oh, I never actually described anything that went wrong today. Nothing, except for some weird yellow gas I saw coming out of the air vents. It's probably something wrong with the air recycler, I'll talk about it with the techies tomorrow. Date: 2019/5/17 Phenomena: Crew members report Director Daniels boarding an escape pod and leaving the Site, despite the lockdown. Notes: Destination appears to be a boat floating near the surface. Hallucination has persisted for 30 days. Follow Up: Footnotes 1. A large amount of kelp has grown along the top of the trench. Due to the lack of fauna in the area to consume it, it has formed a large forest, as well as a patch of kelp on the surface not dissimilar to that found in the Sargasso Sea. This is in spite of the fact that this forest should not exist in the aphotic zone, where sunlight cannot reach it. 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SCP-5484 | safe | by BlazingPie & Ralliston Co-written by BlazingPie and Ralliston ► BlazingPie's Authorpage ► Ralliston's Authorpage 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: warning.png Source: N/A License: Creative Commons Author: djkaktus. Name of the file: elevator.png Source: link License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International Author: WayTooAztec Notes: Edited by JackalRelated for the purpose of this article Name of the file: elevator2.png Source: link License: Creative Commons Author: The Legendary Ranger [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5484 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-5484 as seen from within the elevator shaft. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-120 Site-120 Director Council Mieczysław Bury N/A Entry doors to SCP-5484, located on Site-120's fourth level. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5484 is to be sealed off from the remainder of Site-120's building. Until it can be repurposed to serve as an elevator again, Site-120 staff are encouraged to use the remaining means of transport as alternative ways to traverse the building. Description: SCP-5484 is a spacetime disruption taking the form of a seemingly endless pit, located within Elevator 2B's shaft in Site-120, Częstochowa, Poland.1 Alongside its walls, numerous thaumaturgic markings, mainly depicting phrases such as "suffering," "pain," and "gateway," are located, with markings of both high Akiva Radiation and low Hume levels being detected next to it. Though so far, no Foundation equipment was able to reach SCP-5484's bottom, recording equipment sent into it detects muffled noises consistent with human moans, screams, and silent humming coming from within it. The deepest the Foundation had been able to venture into SCP-5484 was a depth of approximately 25 kilometers down2 — though almost no differences were noted with the increasing depth as compared to the higher parts of the anomaly, a small increase in temperature has been noticed around the deeper parts of it. Similarly, the volume of the sounds coming from within it has been noted to increase slightly with increasing depth — though not enough to be well comprehended by Foundation staff. From materials gathered during its discovery, it's theorized SCP-5484 leads to — or at least a version therefor — the catholic version of Hell, as described within the Bible. Though this hypothesis is still being investigated, due to the abnormal amounts of pain energy as well as thaumaturgical and theological processes detected within the anomaly, it is still a possible explanation. Addendum.5484.1: Discovery ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ SCP-5484 was discovered on 05/09/2003, following an attack from a subgroup of GoI-120 ("Triumviraté")3 on Site-120. During the group's escape from the facility, it initiated a ritual which would, as described in scripts carried by it "Open a gate to Hell itself, consuming your enemies whole." Though it went as planned, due to the ritual site being so remote, it had only affected the elevator, rather than the entire site as initially planned by the group. Following the ritual's activation, all of the group's members were consumed by the forming spatial disruption, effectively eliminating them from the Site. The following are SCP-5484 test logs conducted shortly after the anomaly's discovery. TEST 1 PROCEDURE: Throw a standard testing object (a small steel ball) into SCP-5484. OUTCOME: Test subject has not been recovered. It is presumed to still be falling down SCP-5484. TEST 2 PROCEDURE: Same as Test 1. OUTCOME: Test subject rapidly flew out of SCP-5484 after three minutes of falling. It was covered with salty water and sand of unknown origin. TEST 3 PROCEDURE: Same as Test 1. OUTCOME: Test subject rapidly flew out of SCP-5484 after four minutes of falling, this time additionally covered with wet kelp. [9 LOGS OMMITED] TEST 13 PROCEDURE: Descend into SCP-5484 using a remote drone. OUTCOME: The drone descended to a depth of approximately 4 kilometers, after which it ceased communication. All attempts to locate it have failed. Last footage sent by the drone was that of an unknown fluid, similar in appearance to water. TEST 14 PROCEDURE: Same as Test 13. OUTCOME: The drone descended to a depth of approximately 6 kilometers, after which it ceased communication. All attempts to locate it have failed. Temperature readings recorded an increase of 5 degrees Celsius. Last footage sent was similar to Test 3. TEST 15 PROCEDURE: Same as Test 13. OUTCOME: The drone descended to a depth of approximately 10 kilometers, after which it ceased communication. All attempts to locate it have failed. Audio equipment recorded sounds consistent with muffled human speech, rushing wind, and sea waves. TEST 16 PROCEDURE: Same as Test 13. OUTCOME: The drone descended to a depth of approximately 25 kilometers, after which it ceased communication. All attempts to locate it have failed. Akiva radiation, which became significant enough to be detected after 20 kilometers, increased with depth to the point of sensor overflow. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5484.2: Further SCP-5484 Research ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ The following is a log of initial research conducted on SCP-5484 as done by Site-120's staff. VIDEO LOG DATE: 07/09/2003 »BEGIN LOG« Both present parties are standing on the walls of the elevator shaft, protected by appropriate equipment, looking down into the pit of SCP-5484. Around them, inactive Foundation terrain scanners can be seen, with Micheals holding a small screen linked to them and an activation console. Micheals:4 Y-Yep, that's Hell alright. Bury:5 Well, this ain't good. Micheals: Because we literally have Hell near our offices? Bury: No, because we'll actually have to clean somethin' up for once. Both pause for a second, during which Micheals activates the scanners. All beep with dim light, and three seconds later, the tablet he is holding lights up. Micheals: Hmm… y-yeah. Wormhole type — dimensional portal, high Akiva, — though mainly focused around the worship of one entity — t-temperatures higher than 26 Celcius, and the constant hatred outputs and suffering filters. We got Hell on our hands, and it's not pretty. Bury: Why's that, if I may? Micheals looks directly into Bury's eyes. Micheals: Well. Aside from the fact it's, y-you know, literally Hell, the pain scanners are… really, really bad. The sheer amount of suffering within is genuinely staggering, to the point my tech's overloading. Give me a moment though. I-I have to check something. Micheals taps the screen twice. Micheals: It will… take a while. He pauses for a second. Micheals: Though, if it's not a mistake, then Jesus. The amount of pain emitted from this would be able to literally power the human civilization for millennia if harvested well. I always imagined a theoretical Hell would be bad, but this… is just… no. No. Bury: Is this much of a surprise, though? Haven't we discovered Hell already a while back? Heard a thing about it or two sometime ago. Micheals: I, I mean, yes, we did, but 5572's an absurdly specific afterlife. Even that, it's just… an actual pleasure when compared to this. I… I'll have to bring this to the rest of the Directors. No one deserves this end to their story. Both pause for a second. Bury: If it's so horrible, then what cause even spawned this, actually? What's the Trumbiratee's — Trumbiratee's? — problem? Micheals: Triumviraté's. Just general hatred, I imagine. If their goal is to bring back the lands we stole from them in their eyes, I don't think bringing Hell to someone for bringing Hell onto you is… fair, honestly. Hatred only breeds more hatred, and— oh! The scanner beeps three times in a row, finishing the scanning. Micheals: Oh, oh no. Bury: What's going on? Micheals: I… it's even worse. Bury: Whatcha mean? Micheals: [REDACTED]6 Bury: W-what? Micheals: Exactly what you heard me say. Bury: J-Jesus fucking Christ. That… no. Just… no. All pause for a moment. Micheals: We will have to contact Overwatch about this, just to make sure this is real. Because if it is… Jesus Christ. »END LOG« In light of further information gathered from scans of the area SCP-5484 leads to as well as the log results, two days later, Overwatch Command issued the following: Project Gratia Proposal THE OFFICE OF O5-1 In light of all of the discoveries made following initial contact with SCP-5484, the entire SCP Foundation is to change its approach towards all subjects. In previous years, we valued coldness and objectivity over kindness and other human virtues, even after our policies had to change so many years ago after Esterberg's fall and Directive Alpha/1911. However, in the light of newly acquired information, we can never let a single person be a victim of what most likely comes as a punishment for our sins after death. We still do not know the exact nature of Hell presented to us by SCP-5484. It is, however, an afterlife different from all known descriptions of Hell in recorded human history. And, from what we have gathered, we can be certain that it is not an afterlife one would want to be stuck in. As we have no other choice than to continue research on SCP-5484, we propose Project Gratia as a temporary containment strategy. We, as the Foundation, need to redeem our personnel as quickly as possible. — O5-1 ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum.5484.3: File update — 14/09/2003 ▶ACCESS ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ File update — 14/09/2003 SITE-120 DIRECTOR COUNCIL On 13/09/2003, the second and final inspection of SCP-5484's runes prior to the proper Foundation-wide activation of Project Gratia has been conducted by Site-120's Grand Thaumist and Thaumaturgical Archivist and its Director Council member, Daniel Asheworth. Aside from numerous differences between translations of said runes and the ones after the second scan, it was noted that the major rune, used to complete the ritual and properly activate the portal, was mistakenly written with a single "l," resulting in the portal leading to the Hel peninsula of Poland, rather than to a potential torturous afterlife. Due to this, all plans regarding Project Gratia are currently being pulled back. All similarities between the vision of a hellish afterlife and Poland are currently being investigated. ▷CLOSE◁ Footnotes 1. Prior to SCP-5484's initial manifestation, the elevator was fully functional. 2. As seen during an unmanned drone exploration. 3. Fae for "we will prevail;" a large-scale organized Fae terrorist group, focused on reclaiming its supposed territory back from humanity, not infrequently focusing on Foundation Sites to do so, mainly operating from within Esterberg. 4. Dr. James Micheals, member of Site-120's Director Council and its Ontokinetics and Spatial Disruptions Chief. 5. Mieczysław Bury, lead of Site-120's Maintenance Team. 6. Just because you want to know what it meant, doesn't mean you should. — J. Micheals. 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SCP-5485 | pending | SCP-5485 Byㅤ Placeholder McD Published on 23 Mar 2021 03:33 Information regarding SCP-5485 carries a memetic property inducing increased levels of suspicion and speculation, particularly regarding the nature of SCP-5485 and of Site-5485 itself. This appears to have afflicted Site-5485 staff in the wake of the event as suggested by various edits to their internal documents, taking the form of "[citation needed]" or similar. SCP-5485 Contest Archive » JamCon 2021 » SCP-5485 by Placeholder McD 8 Item#: SCP-5485 Level5 Containment Class: pending Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: The SCP-5485 file is locked effective immediately, and identifying information concerning Site-██ (hereafter Site-5485) is expunged from all relevant documentation. No changes which further illustrate its potential causes are to be made to this document. Attempts to reach rational consensus regarding the nature and/or causes of SCP-5485 must be prevented by any means necessary. As such, SCP-5485's classification is to remain Pending indefinitely. Site-5485 interior converted by SCP-5485. DESCRIPTION: SCP-5485 was a logical restructuring.[citation needed] event which occurred on 1999/02/29. For reasons yet to be fully understood, SCP-5485 resulted in the translocation of Site-5485 to the floor of the Mediterranean Sea, approximately 700km off the Hydran coast of Greece. Several of the Site's apparatus have been directly converted into equipment consistent with other Submerged Foundation Sites circa 1910-1930. This conversion affected the entirety of the facility's exterior, as well as several internal structures (see right). Information regarding SCP-5485 carries a memetic.[citation needed] property inducing increased levels of suspicion and speculation, particularly regarding the nature of SCP-5485 and of Site-5485 itself. This appears to have afflicted Site-5485 staff in the wake of the event as suggested by various edits to their internal documents, taking the form of "[citation needed]" or similar. The following is an excerpt from the Site-5485 Dossier, as retrieved from the Site-01 Secure Database: Located in the Pindus Mountains Region of Greece, Site-██ is a communications hub for the Foundation's Western European branch, most notably specializing in the monitoring and study of various Groups of Interest and their respective regional presences. Both overt and covert interactions with GoI-004 ("Church of the Broken God") are primarily coordinated from this location. SCP-5485-A are files retrieved from Site-5485's database during its discovery. These files serve as vectors for SCP-5485's memetic effect, and document the decline of logical consensus among affected personnel regarding the nature and function of Site-5485. Site-5485's interior has demonstrated non-Euclidean topology and lack of continuity consistent with anartist stunts by members of GoI-2979 ("Are We Cool Yet?") with a substantial focus on the breakdown of logical superstructures and coherency. Effects documented include: the aforementioned conversion of Site structures into submersible technology memetic hazards painted on the insides of windows, causing both affected personnel and sea life to fold in half, perishing instantly persistent tapping sounds originating from the inside of any protective headwear blue walls.[citation needed] Further effects were unable to be documented as MTF personnel's abilities to logically discern their surroundings degraded with time. When asked to apply standard cognitive resistance technologies, remaining personnel swam out of the Site's entrance and separated into several chunks of flesh, which remained animate and proceeded to join a school of fish. DISCOVERY: Prior to SCP-5485, RAISA.Records and Information Security Administration Director Maria Jones received a call from Site-5485 regarding a database discrepancy. The call's transcript is as follows: AUDIO TRANSCRIPT 5485-A OFFICER OF RECORD: RAISA Director Maria Jones « BEGIN LOG » Dir. Jones: RAISA Offices, Director Jones speaking. Unknown: Hi, yes, I'm calling because you've got the wrong file. Your eyes must be sideways. Dir. Jones: …excuse me? [The caller sighs exasperatedly.] Unknown: Your file says that we're a Communications Site. I think you must have us mixed up with another facility, 'cause no way in hell are any of the robot-worshippers going to dive down here. [A pause as Dir. Jones examines the caller ID.] Dir. Jones: Just to confirm, you're calling from Site-██? Unknown: Yes, I can see it, it's right here. My eyes are straight. Dir. Jones: And who am I speaking to, exactly? Unknown: Site Director, Han Sharpe. Though you haven't got me listed in your version of the Dossier, for some reason. [A pause punctuated by the sounds of a mechanical keyboard.] Dir. Jones: You'd better not be joking, Director Sharpe, because I have no record of anyone by your name being employed at the Foundation. Unknown: Sharpe with a 'Q'. Dir. Jones: What? Unknown: Sharpe is spelled with a 'Q'. [A longer pause.] Dir. Jones: You've got thirty seconds to state your authorization token. [The caller breathes heavily for a few moments.] Unknown: Citation needed. Dir. Jones: What? [The caller terminates the call.] « END LOG » Exterior drawings. All subsequent contact with Site-5485 was lost, causing significant disruption of Foundation Western European operations and resulting in the failure of a reconnaissance mission surrounding GoI-004 activity. Site-5485's distress beacon was later detected by another secure facility stationed on the island of Hydra. Within twelve hours, MTF personnel were able to successfully locate and explore the now-submerged Site. Of note was the defacement of the facility's exterior with several crude drawings of machinery, fish, and seemingly-unrelated symbols (see right). Twelve mineral statues, composed primarily of calcium, were found seated at various tables in the Site's cafeteria displaying expressions of apparent anguish or laughter. In front of each was an identical meal tray possessing one ID Card, one carton of milk, and a goldfish. Said ID cards were found to belong to Site-5485 research personnel whose likeness' were depicted by the statues. No other personnel were found..[citation needed] ADDENDUM 5485-1: Event Log SUMMARY: The following SCP-5485 Event Log is compiled from various video and audio files recovered from Site-5485. The accuracy of these files, and the extent to which they were affected by SCP-5485, are unknown. « BEGIN LOG » 14:06 In the Director's office, a man seated at his desk initiates a call on his phone. This is the call transcribed above, during which the man stands up from his desk and paces aimlessly. 14:08 In the Site's cafeteria, a humanoid figure enters the room wearing deep-sea diving equipment. Personnel wave to the figure as if this is a common occurrence. 14:09 During the Director's call, he takes off his shoes. He reaches into the left shoe and produces a bright blue letter Q. He ends his call soon after. 14:17 There appears to be a cut in the cafeteria's video footage, but the timestamp remains the same. Within an instant, personnel have spread to the outer walls of the cafeteria, pointing to the center of the room and apparently screaming (though no audio is present to verify this). The diver is gone. 14:22 The Director is now seated in another chair in his office. With a packaging knife, he carefully slices his left shoe in two, shaking them as if attempting to empty their contents. After nothing comes out, he reaches into his right shoe, producing another letter Q. 14:26 The cafeteria's footage again appears to cut, or splice with another set of footage. The room's lights are now off; through the windows, schools of fish are now visible. All tables in the cafeteria have been pushed against the walls. Personnel are seated in a circle in the center of the floor. The diver gradually walks around the outside of the circle. 14:30 The Director's office footage is corrupted. 14:35 The cafeteria's lights turn back on. The walls are blue. The personnel and cafeteria tables are absent. On the floor, a set of deep-sea diving gear has been discarded. Adjacent to it, the letters "LHOOQ" are spelled out in an arrangement of dead salmon. 14:36 The cafeteria's footage ends. 15:00 The Director's office becomes visible again. Director Sharpe's dismembered remains are arranged in a neat pile on his chair. Atop them, a large, bright-blue letter Q is visible intersecting his skull. The words "citation needed" are painted on the wall in blood. « END LOG » NOTE: The Director, "Han (Q?) Sharpe" has been identified as Site-5485 Director Joseph Rutherford. ADDENDUM 5485-2: Incident Report DATE: 1999/04/01 OFFICER OF RECORD: O5-2 SUMMARY: Dir. Jones was notified of an unauthorized edit to the Site-01 Secure Database; the Site-5485 Facility Dossier was edited to falsely suggest that it had always been a Submerged Research and Containment Facility, and various footnotes were appended to the SCP-5485 file questioning the authenticity of the document. This edit was traced to a local access terminal and MTF personnel were dispatched to handle the offender. However, upon arrival, there was no offender to be found; instead, the access terminal had been fused with a mass of wires and decomposing trout. Personnel who directly viewed the structure lost interest in relevant tasks and proceeded to sit in a circle on the floor surrounding it. Further attempts to remove the structure resulted in more personnel succumbing to its influence; this was compounded by the breakdown of logical reality in its presence. Over the course of several hours, the affected personnel consumed the remaining trout carcasses, followed by the consumption of the mechanical parts of the structure, resulting in their gruesome deaths. After ample discussion amongst Overseer personnel, affected areas of the Site were sealed, condemned and stabilized via Reality-Anchoring technologies. UPDATE 1999/04/03: By consensus of O5 Council, the SCP-5485 file has been locked indefinitely. Personnel are not to be informed of the nature of the condemned sections of Site-01, nor why its walls are blue..[no citation needed] More by Placeholder McD Less by Placeholder McD SOLO WORKS Author Page PLACEHOLDER STAFF DOCUMENT +146 edited 12 Oct 2023 17:48 commented 27 Feb 2024 06:35 SCP Articles McDoctorate's Proposal +275 edited 01 Feb 2024 13:51 commented 15 Sep 2024 11:40 SCP-2011-EX +211 edited 19 Feb 2024 02:07 commented 11 Jun 2024 14:45 SCP-5241 +254 edited 22 Sep 2024 12:17 commented 23 Nov 2024 10:33 SCP-INTEGER +696 edited 19 Feb 2024 02:22 commented 08 Oct 2024 11:53 SCP-5485 +114 edited 19 Feb 2024 02:49 commented 13 Sep 2021 05:59 SCP-5756 +163 edited 15 Apr 2024 16:49 commented 12 Sep 2024 22:21 SCP-6416 +182 edited 26 Mar 2024 20:15 commented 27 Nov 2024 13:09 SCP-7579 +326 edited 14 May 2024 14:13 commented 18 Oct 2024 20:40 SCP-6276 +167 edited 14 May 2024 14:11 commented 18 Oct 2024 20:03 Tales AI Classification Guide +163 edited 09 Oct 2024 19:22 commented 30 Jan 2022 20:07 BLANK +128 edited 01 Oct 2024 17:48 commented 03 Feb 2023 01:34 CAST +104 edited 01 Oct 2024 17:49 commented 26 Nov 2024 10:26 CONTEST CONTEST +165 edited 12 Oct 2024 17:01 commented 22 Sep 2024 20:22 PLACEHOLDER +167 edited 01 Oct 2024 17:48 commented 25 Nov 2024 06:36 Facility Dossiers GoI Formats Hubs Supplements Abridged Retirement Proposals +77 edited 07 Jun 2023 14:07 commented 12 Feb 2024 20:38 Themes BLANKSTYLE CSS +72 edited 26 Oct 2023 19:20 commented 12 Dec 2021 10:16 Retro AIAD Theme +42 edited 11 Mar 2021 08:50 commented 04 May 2021 12:53 COLLAB WORKS SCP Articles Abraka David's Proposal +251 edited 07 Nov 2023 16:04 commented 27 Apr 2024 18:17 Various Ihp/Locke Proposal +563 edited 11 Jul 2024 17:32 commented 27 Oct 2024 01:49 EstrellaYoshte Ihp S D Locke SCP-5841 +126 edited 23 Sep 2024 19:41 commented 17 Nov 2024 22:43 Tyumen SCP-5956 +456 edited 11 Jul 2024 00:27 commented 20 Sep 2024 00:32 HarryBlank SCP-6488 +409 edited 13 Oct 2024 09:32 commented 21 Oct 2024 19:09 Liryn feat. Jack Ike SCP-6500 +913 edited 08 May 2024 22:42 commented 17 Nov 2024 23:01 Aethris DarkStuff Grigori Karpin HarryBlank Ihp S D Locke SCP-6659 +425 edited 13 Oct 2024 09:31 commented 14 Nov 2024 17:33 Liryn feat. DodoDevil SCP-6747 +471 edited 04 Aug 2024 09:49 commented 22 Nov 2024 10:29 Liryn stephlynch feat. Ralliston SCP-6820 +1052 edited 26 Sep 2024 09:02 commented 11 Oct 2024 19:03 Liryn stephlynch SCP-7243 +307 edited 09 Nov 2024 00:43 commented 17 Nov 2024 16:33 Liryn syuzhet feat. HarryBlank SCP-7528 +200 edited 01 Oct 2024 18:28 commented 16 Dec 2024 20:56 Gabriel Kero HarryBlank SCP-7555 +199 edited 01 Aug 2024 18:57 commented 12 Apr 2024 22:27 Gabriel Kero SCP-7566 +97 edited 09 Oct 2024 20:57 commented 05 Apr 2024 22:21 Gabriel Kero HarryBlank Tales FRAGMENTED / COMPILED +85 edited 11 Oct 2024 20:02 commented 10 Nov 2021 00:26 Its a Bad Idea Pedagon Tyumen Facility Dossiers Secure Facility Dossier: Area-12 +109 edited 16 Aug 2024 16:48 commented 16 May 2022 02:23 Gabriel Kero Hubs ADMONITION +551 edited 04 Jul 2024 13:01 commented 21 Oct 2024 11:47 Liryn I, Hub (April Fools) +100 edited 11 Oct 2024 19:00 commented 06 Feb 2022 12:10 Various No Return Hub +257 edited 22 Nov 2024 21:10 commented 05 Jun 2024 00:18 Aethris DarkStuff Grigori Karpin HarryBlank Ihp Liryn S D Locke Site-17 Deepwell Catalog +293 edited 22 Dec 2024 05:28 commented 19 Dec 2024 05:49 Liryn Nagiros Supplements Project Isorropía +205 edited 06 Jan 2024 18:00 commented 17 Jun 2024 15:00 EstrellaYoshte Ihp S D Locke SCP-5243 Video Transcripts +129 edited 15 Apr 2024 16:53 commented 04 Oct 2024 12:04 HarryBlank Themes 5K Theme +61 edited 21 Feb 2024 13:00 commented 29 Jan 2023 04:58 Liryn ADMONITION Theme +57 edited 23 Mar 2024 22:27 commented 21 Dec 2023 23:04 Liryn Basalt Theme +239 edited 07 Jul 2024 22:21 commented 06 Jul 2024 05:00 EstrellaYoshte Liryn Bedrock Theme +82 edited 08 Jan 2024 13:14 commented 22 Jun 2024 20:59 EstrellaYoshte Liryn A little goes a long way. 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border-image: url('https://scp-wiki.wdfiles.com/local--files/theme%3Aflopstyle-dark/wl_border.png') 600 round; border-image-width: 6; padding: 2vw; } by PlaguePJP & Grigori Karpin SCP-5486 — Conjunction Immemorial On Guard-43 Canon More by PlaguePJP & More by Grigori Karpin ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 5486 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo SCP-5486 affecting President Ronald Reagan, as viewed through memetic-thoughtform discerning filter applied to original photographic evidence. Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-5486's incorporeal nature, containment efforts are currently dedicated to tracking and documenting cases of SCP-5486 possession. Foundation scientists are developing a method of containment that would prolong a target's notoriety, keeping SCP-5486 "trapped" in a way that would allow for easier observation and testing. By reading this file, you are agreeing to be an active participant in the testing of this proposed method. Description: SCP-5486 is the designation for a non-corporeal, extra-dimensional entity that feeds off notoriety. The anomaly will “possess” one individual at a time – often subjects that are on the brink of, or already the focus of, public scrutiny and/or growing infamy within their given society. The pattern to the possession is variable but usually follows a similar trajectory to the following: Subject begins to seek public engagement in a more significant way than previously recorded behavior. Subject’s position within a society’s culture is advanced, through political position or popular attention in media Subject becomes a significant modal identifier in the noosphere1 Subject’s public persona becomes historically significant for the given era, often being the focus of discourse long after their activities are reduced due to illness, retirement, or death. Occasionally, the subject is involved in a scandal or becomes the focus of viral memes within a culture Addendum 5486.1: Discovery In July 2003, while investigating an unrelated anomaly in the noosphere, MTF-Kappa-43 notified Site-43 that an unknown entity was overwriting the presence of a well-known artist. The entity, designated SCP-5486, was seen attaching noospheric tendrils from its being to the conceptual area around the artist. Further investigation utilizing noospheric-memetic analysis allowed for the entity’s presence to be recorded in image form, most often resembling a faint emanation of color surrounding a possessed subject’s cranium. Addendum 5486.2: Notable Instances of Possession2 The following list of possessed individuals was collated through examination of historical records and careful analysis of noospheric emanations covering thousands of years. SCP-5486’s movements can be reasonably tracked in this manner. Hatshepsut: Queen of Egypt from 1479 to 1458 BCE, only the second known confirmed female ruler of that nation. Subject established trade routes long since abandoned by previous rulers and took part in significant building projects throughout her reign. Aristophanes: Great comedic playwright from Athens, active from 423 BCE to 405 BCE probably best well known for his play The Clouds. Sometimes credited as the first comedic writer in Western civilization, his are the earliest comedic works to have survived to the modern era. Marcus Aurelius: Ruled the Roman Empire from 161 to 180 CE but probably best known for his collections of philosophical commentaries, entitled Meditations. Frederick Douglass: Outspoken and widely respected leader of the abolition movement in the mid-19th century in the United States. Elizabeth Barrett Browning: English poet in the Romantic movement, alive from 1806 to 1861 CE. Friedrich Nietzsche: German philosopher and author. Famous for his argumentative style and the phrase "God is Dead." The title of "Nihilist" has been incorrectly placed on him, despite much of his philosophy focusing on critiquing humanity in order for it to improve. Sigmund Freud: The founder of psychoanalysis and creator of the psychic structure model.3 Freud formulated many controversial theories, mostly regarding sexual development and culture. Archduke Frans Ferdinand: Presumptive heir to the Austro-Hungarian throne, his assassination on 28 June 1914, directly led to the conflict now known as the First World War. Dr. Blank hypothesizes that the subject’s possession by SCP-5486 led to his becoming a target of the Young Bosnian political faction.4 Margaret Thatcher: Prime Minister of the United Kingdom from 4 May 1979 to 28 November 1990. A controversial figure supporting policies far to the right of the political spectrum, she nonetheless won three elections but resigned after her position was challenged and other members of her cabinet did not support her views. Update – 27 December, 2006: It is currently theorized that SCP-5486 is adapting its feeding cycle to more conceptual targets. The entity no longer must possess a specific person, but can instead form noospheric connections to conceptual constructs within a given culture. This file is outdated. An updated version can be viewed below. Access current iteration? Footnotes 1. Noticeable as an independent idea/concept beyond the person. 2. This list is not exhaustive. For a complete record of confirmed possessions, please contact Lead Researcher Blank. 3. Id, Ego, and Superego. 4. Directly responsible for his assassination. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5486" by Grigori Karpin & PlaguePJP, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5486. 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: Ronald and Maggie Author: Unknown License: In the Public Domain Source Link: LINK Additional Notes: Edited by Grigori Karpin Filename: 5486-logo Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: LINK Additional Notes: Used with express permission. |
SCP-5487 | safe | This case is CURRENTLY ACTIVE. Any personnel interfering with SCID investigations will be prosecuted to full extent of the law. LEVEL TWO/5487 CLASSIFICATION ITEM # SCP-5487 OBJECT CLASS Safe SCP-5487 ("Cardocran"). SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES The entirety of SCP-5487 is to be kept in special storage at Site-989. Two kilograms of 5487 are to be offloaded whenever appropriate to SCID Miami under Provision 57.M-B and 93. All used amounts of SCP-5487 are to be transported back to Site-989 via SCID courier and disposed of by a chemical team. Certain provisions to hospitals for SCP-5487 medical use is in consideration. DESCRIPTION SCP-5487 is the designation for the anomalous stimulant drug called "Cardocran", often nicknamed "Cardo". While SCP-5487 acts similarly to cocaine, its anomalous properties occur on its effect as a triple reuptake inhibitor (TRI): it approximately triples its efficiency while also removing its dependency issues on its subject. While SCP-5487 can be used as an alternative to cocaine, cocaine cannot be used as an alternative to 5487. 5487 is unable to be created without anomalous technology. It is currently unknown who created SCP-5487. ITEM HISTORY A version of SCP-5487 was discovered on the market by Foundation agents stationed in Miami, Florida, who later notified the Foundation. The compound was analyzed, and the 5487 designation was given to the drug. A subdivision of the Special Crimes Investigative Division (SCID) in Miami was created to combat the appearance and use of veil-breaking drugs to the general public. CASE 1987.CDO-005 OPENED. SOME FILES HAVE BEEN OMITTED. LEVEL FOUR/SCID CLASSIFICATION ON 5487/CARDOCRAN The cardocran given to our division is specifically modified by the Foundation to produce the effects of severe dependency upon use, without any tangible side effects otherwise. This should keep anyone who gets slipped it otherwise desperate enough to come back until we can catch them, then we can do our thing from there. Note that a selling point of cardocran is its low dependency issues, so expect repeat buyers to be agitated or angry. AQUIRED DATA Seized Cardocran. Cardocran has recently shown up again in the market labeled as "Cardonian Cocaine", described as a high-quality variant of cocaine stemming from the (fictional) Cardonia region of Peru. Analysis performed on the seized cardocran shows this does not appear to be the same type of cardocran sent to us by the Foundation. An operation will shortly be put in place to determine the source of this new cardocran. If we can nab the buyers, we can get them to give us the sellers. Keep your eyes out. Miami Vice has agreed to work with us on this one, considering it seems like they've been hit hard with this kind of thing popping up again. - Lieutenant J. Hernandez OPERATION YELLOWJACKET is a sting operation that will be conducted by the SCID with the help of MPD Vice on the afternoon of July 18th, 1987. The operation will commence at approximately 10:30, where SCID special teams will set up in the buildings around the main plaza of Hortin Marina. These teams will provide covering fire and/or general support should the sting go wrong, and are equipped with tear gas. Designated long-range combatants will be armed with M16A1 rifles from MPD SWAT. Lieutenant Hernandez and Captain Peters will be occupying an unmarked squad car from across the street for immediate support. Several other places (see Document OYJ.02 for specific placement) will also contain plainclothes or otherwise disguised officers. At 11:00, Detectives Richard Garrett and Manuel Acosta (undercover as sellers "Brad" and "De la Cruz") will meet the buyers. They will be accompanied by Foundation liaison Haskell, who is masquerading as a middleman. Acosta will also be outfitted with a wire to listen in on the conversation. Once the buyers trade off the money and receive the cardocran, they are to be immediately arrested. The MPD will be around on standby for the SCID's signal. Should any of the plan deviate or if it is apparent that the situation will escalate, the sting is to be immediately ended and the area secured by the SCID and MPD. [TAPE START] Acosta can be heard practicing breathing techniques. GARRETT Nervous? ACOSTA Hell yea, I'm nervous, man. No matter how many times I do this, my nerves got a mind of their own. GARRETT I get what you mean. It's more of a rush for me. ACOSTA A rush? You're crazy. Some kind of masochist? A rush my ass. They laugh. GARRETT I worked out all my nervousness in the firing range. I may not jitter like an addy, but I'm still feeling it all here. ACOSTA You know what will cure my nerves? GARRETT What would? ACOSTA If these buyers showed the fuck up already, damn. It's… 11:12 now. It ain't polite to keep your gift horse waiting man. Garrett blows a raspberry. GARRETT Don't worry about it. ACOSTA What if they canceled? We're just sitting here like zoo flamingos in this heat all for shit. GARRETT Doubt it. They need this trade more than we do. ACOSTA You're right, you're right. Haskie would've told us. ACOSTA I think it's the wire, the wire always sets me on end man. One faulty connection and now you're target numero uno for guys with MAC-10s. GARRETT Aah, don't worry about it. I got your back. It's just a sting, what's the worst that could happen, right? ACOSTA You're right, you're right. GARRETT …Is that them? ACOSTA Shit, yeah. Business face on. The two can be heard standing up, followed by approximately a minute of silence. BUYER 1 Know anyone by the name 'o… uhh, Brad and De la Cruz? ACOSTA Depends, who's asking? BUYER 2 Two-hundo-kay in your pocket, that's who. ACOSTA I see. Where's our midman? BUYER 1 Hell should I know? GARRETT He's a'mportant to us as the stuff you're gett'n. I'd like ta know you two digeridoos didn't knock him off befo' we hand this to ya. BUYER 1 No goddamn clue, dude. He just up and fucked off and said it was important. Frankly I don't have time for this chatter. We doing this or what? The two pause for a minute. ACOSTA Cough the dough up. BUYER 2 Woah woah, we ain't dumb. We do this the conventional way. BUYER 1 Suitcase open first, we test the product, you get your money and we all walk off a little happier. A suitcase can be heard opening, as well as a plastic cracking noise. Several seconds elapse as the suitcase is closed again. BUYER 2 And? BUYER 1 Real godlike shit there. Well then. I got this to give you- Two gunshots ring out. Buyer 2 yells. BUYER 1 Crap, setup! A firefight erupts. Multiple gunshots are heard as Acosta fires his CZ75 at the buyers. More armed personnel appear to be wildly shooting into the crossfire by Acosta. Det. Acosta enters a building, auditorily sounding to be flanking the armed buyers. Acosta re-emerges to the outside, where the gunfire has died down into several occasional shots. He yells and sprints. BUYER 1 Fuck! Acosta tackles Buyer 1. ACOSTA Police, Miami SCID. Keep those hands up and taste the concrete, bitch. Buyer 1 laughs. BUYER 1 Congrats, pal. BUYER 1 Agent Ballard. FBIUIU. FOUNDATION NOTICE ON YELLOWJACKET Due to an oversight in planning and an unprecedented violation in operations scale within the SCID, YELLOWJACKET led to the injuries of several officers in the SCID as well as the FBIUIU. The cause of the shootout was also investigated; it was found to be caused by the misjudgment of SCID Captain James Peters, who mistakenly thought UIU Agent Ivanovic was pulling out a pistol. Captain Peters has been demoted and put on unpaid administrative leave for a month. ON UIU PRESCENCE A unit of the FBIUIU was present at the time of the incident to carry out a sting operation against Foundation researchers possibly selling small amounts of SCP-5487 to the general public. Further investigation into this claim has uncovered a chain of misunderstandings stemming from a partnership with the UIU, curated by ████, over proceedings and undercover operations including the use of 5487. No other UIU presence was determined within the recent events. The FBIUIU has admitted their mistake over their wrongly-implemented investigation and misunderstanding of ████'s good intentions. OVERALL Further investigation into illegal production and distribution of SCP-5487 will be henceforth operated by the main branch of the Foundation. The SCID will be limited to low-level operations (with prior Foundation approval) and executing specific stakeouts/raids as given by the Foundation. This agreement will continue indefinitely until the Foundation believes the SCID is capable enough to handle such large cases without prompting or promoting unacceptable incidents. The failure of YELLOWJACKET rests squarely on each and every involved member of the SCID. You are accessing LEVEL 5 CLASSIFIED material. All violations of this classification will lead to amnesticization and termination of employment by the Foundation. !NOTICE! THIS FILE IS UNAVAILABLE FOR [O5-6] DUE TO CENSURE. DO NOT SHARE THIS FILE WITH THIS USER UNTIL THEIR VIEWING CLEARANCE IS REAPPROVED. RESTRICTED LEVEL FIVE CLASSIFICATION ITEM # SCP-5487 OBJECT CLASS Safe SCP-5487 ("Cardocran"). SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES The entirety of the internally-visible SCP-5487 stores are to be kept in special storage at Site-989. Two kilograms of 5487 are to be offloaded whenever appropriate to SCID Miami under Provision 57.M-B and 93. SCID Miami is to be used to insure the Foundation's dominance in the market for SCP-5487. Under O5 order, an additional five hundred kilograms are to be dispersed through secure channels to acquire express profits. The chemical team in charge of SCP-5487 disposal is to reconstitute any inconsistencies with third-party-created 5487 and redistribute it through the above network. Provisions to hospitals for SCP-5487 medical use is not in consideration at this time. DESCRIPTION SCP-5487 is the designation for the anomalous stimulant drug called "Cardocran", often nicknamed "Cardo". While SCP-5487 acts similarly to cocaine, its anomalous properties occur on its effect as a triple reuptake inhibitor (TRI): it approximately triples its efficiency while also removing its dependency issues on its subject. While SCP-5487 can be used as an alternative to cocaine, cocaine cannot be used as an alternative to 5487. 5487 is unable to be created without anomalous technology. Currently, the Foundation is the only major producer of SCP-5487. ITEM HISTORY Early chemical base of SCP-5487. An early prototype of SCP-5487 was discovered after a project to improve medical cocaine via SCP-914 adjustment. Foundation personnel eventually stabilized the most flagrant side-effects of the 5487 prototypes and codified them into the final SCP-5487 drug. Following the lead of PENTAGRAM in drug-related offerings, the Foundation dispersed the process of making 5487 to certain anomalous groups with the intention of receiving payments on its licensing. After enough money was circulated through this process to support the Foundation's own 5487 production cycle, the Special Crimes Investigative Division (SCID) in Miami was employed to unknowingly remove most major competitors. Despite a recent altercation over SCP-5487 involving the FBIUIU, SCID, and MPD-Vice, the major 5487 operation was not affected. Fault was placed on Foundation Liaison Mike Haskell and SCID Lieutenant Jaimie Hernandez, who were later terminated. Internal Agent Peters has been commended for his service in quickly bringing the affair to a close. The 5487 operation will continue as long as it is profitable for the Foundation to do so. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5487" by JackalRelated, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5487. 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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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 To: ten.34|nnaCsalohciN#ten.34|nnaCsalohciN From: ten.34|yarDneleH#ten.34|yarDneleH Subject: SCP-5488 documentation Dr. Cann, Congratulations on being promoted to project lead. I understand this is your first major assignment since joining the Foundation and I want to say we're proud of what you've accomplished so far. I'm contacting you regarding the status of the SCP-5488 documentation; could you provide the rough draft for review? — Dr. Helen Dray To: ten.34|yarDneleH#ten.34|yarDneleH From: ten.34|nnaCsalohciN#ten.34|nnaCsalohciN Subject: Re: SCP-5488 documentation Oh, hey Dr. Dray! Sorry about that, my team and I have been very preoccupied with the testing. It's been quite a task keeping all the notes in order and trying to catalogue all the sticker effects. I do have the rough draft ready, though, it's attached to this email. Hope you enjoy. P.S. Do you think we can get approval to utilize a popcorn maker during the screening of SCP-5488 affected media? I want to see if it'll create any visible difference in regards to testing. — Dr. Nicholas Cann Attached: SCP-5488-rough.dox Item #: SCP-5488 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5488 is to be kept in a Manila envelope locked in a fire-proof safe within the Anomalous Items Archive of Site-43. The lock combination must be changed every two weeks. Interaction is restricted to Clearance Level-2 and above. The Research and Experimentation Section of Site-43 is presently soliciting testing proposals for SCP-5488. Contact Dr. Nicholas Cann for details. Description: SCP-5488 is a set of eight custom-made stickers (designated SCP-5488-A through H) resembling film industry rating labels. No physical anomalies beyond the failure to lose adhesive properties after multiple uses and extreme resistance to damage have been observed. When an instance of SCP-5488 is placed onto any form of media (movies, books, video games etc.) the physical appearance and contents of the media will be altered drastically, corresponding to the SCP-5488 instance. Examples of alterations include: addition or removal of coarse language; addition, expansion or censoring of scenes featuring violence and/or nudity; addition, alteration or removal of plot elements. All effects are instantaneously reversed with the removal of the SCP-5488 instance. The Foundation was alerted to the existence of SCP-5488 when user "falcon_crazy" of the conspiracy forum Parawatch claimed to own something "legit magical." The user supposedly discovered a set of anomalous rating stickers while performing spring cleaning in an under-the-stairs closet. MTF Kappa-43 ("The Mediators") recovered SCP-5488 and amnesticized its former owner, while the Identity and Technocryptography Section of Site-43 deleted the relevant forum posts. Addendum 5488-1, Abridged Testing Log: To access complete logs, contact Dr. Nicholas Cann. Media Rating SCP-5488 Instance Result Return of the Jedi (motion picture, 1983) PG 5488-F (NC-17 rating) The film proceeds as usual until the Super Star Destroyer Executor is destroyed at the Battle of Endor, at which point the narrative is interrupted by half an hour of additional scenes depicting thousands of Imperial troops and officers dying fiery deaths. The film briefly resumes before being interrupted again by twenty minutes of footage depicting significant Ewok casualties on the forest moon, and once more by over an hour of footage depicting hundreds of thousands of deaths when the second Death Star is destroyed. The triumphant "Ewok Celebration and Finale" theme is absent; the film's final scenes and credits play to a silent soundtrack. Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas (video game, 2004) AO 5488-G (Unrated) The game has been retitled Hot Coffee, and the only gameplay now available is a sexual intercourse minigame originally "dummied out" by the developers. The Very Hungry Caterpillar (children's book, 1969) N/A 5488-D (PG rating) The storyline of the book is largely unchanged, with the exception of an additional page of the caterpillar vomiting behind a picnic basket. The narrator then states that if the caterpillar had "not shovelled crap into its mouth and maybe tried eating a salad once in a damn while" then it would not have experienced this predicament. The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie (animated film, 2004) PG 5488-E (PG-13 rating) The film diverges upon reaching the "goofy goober" scene. The establishment depicted is now a karaoke bar with attractive female fish bartenders attending to the guests. SpongeBob and Patrick become inebriated and begin singing ribald and mildly profane drinking songs to the crowd. When King Neptune confronts Mr. Krabs about the stolen crown, instead of freezing him he instead has him arrested and scheduled to be put to death by hanging unless SpongeBob retrieves the crown. Plankton's dictatorship is shown to be more vicious, with added scenes of implied torture, executions and brutal forced labor being inflicted on civilians failing to meet the standards of his regime. The film ends with the citizens of Bikini Bottom being freed and Plankton subjected to capital punishment via being stomped repeatedly into the ground until expiring. Jaws (motion picture, 1985) PG 5488-C (R rating) No apparent change. The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King (motion picture, 2003) PG-13 5488-H (X rating) Every scene depicting members of the main cast engaging in tender platonic dialogue has been replaced with one depicting a sexual act involving the same characters. These seventeen additional scenes increase the runtime to such an extent that the Blu-Ray disc's storage capacity is exceeded, and the film ends abruptly during a group orgy in the Minas Tirith Houses of Healing. To: ten.34|nnaCsalohciN#ten.34|nnaCsalohciN From: ten.34|yarDneleH#ten.34|yarDneleH Subject: RE: SCP-5488 documentation Dr Cann, If you want to bring snacks, then just say it. You don't need my permission. Just clean up the mess afterwards and there won't be any issues. The document looks ready for prime time, but I request that a picture of SCP-5488 be added before you upload. — Dr. Helen Dray To: ten.34|yarDneleH#ten.34|yarDneleH From: ten.34|nnaCsalohciN#ten.34|nnaCsalohciN Subject: Re: SCP-5488 documentation Sure thing, I'll get a photographer on it. Should be up in a minute. — Dr. Nicholas Cann >> AN UPDATED VERSION OF THIS FILE EXISTS. ACCESS? << ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5488" by nickthebrick1 and HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5488. 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: Stickers.png Author: HarryBlank License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Filename: Fire_Limo.png Name: The Big Red Hire Engine, Dennis- Carmichael Fire Engine for hire. 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SCP-5489 | esoteric-class | SCP-5489: I, Nixon Author: Dr Phil McClaw does not match any existing user name, an actual crustacean ⚠️ Content warning: This article doesn't contain a content warning. :) ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Current instance of SCP-5489 Item #: SCP-5489 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5489 does not leave the boundaries of Site-48. Personnel are cautioned to use discretion when discussing classified information while SCP-5489 is unaccounted for. When SCP-5489 is located, personnel are to pretend to be oblivious to the anomaly and use designated hand signal to notify site security. Security will determine on a case-by-case basis whether to move SCP-5489 from point of manifestation. Edit 10/12/1996: SCP-5489 has currently taken residence in the Site-48 pool supply closet. Personnel are forbidden from discussing classified topics in pool area. Researcher Ustinov is instructed to continue counter-espionage campaign at least once per work day. Custodial staff have been instructed to refuse to acknowledge presence of SCP-5489 behind the locker. Description: SCP-5489 is a covert listening device created by GoI-16 which has infiltrated Site-48. SCP-5489 is a passive cavity resonator1 with no power supply; when 'illuminated' by correct radio frequency identification2, audio data can be transmitted through SCP-5489 to a radio demodulator. Although this demodulator has never been recovered, and although ultra-high frequencies operate via line-of-sight propagation, it is believed that SCP-5489 is transmitting this data to points outside of Site-48. SCP-5489 is sapient, capable of spontaneous translocation, and cannot be contained at a fixed location. Item has the superficial appearance of a framed photograph of former US President Richard Nixon, which changes with every relocation event. Addendum- Incidents: Item was discovered on 05/25/1989 by Officer Gomez. Object identified by CCTV to have manifested within right main elevator platform at 13:02. Unknown if object had infiltrated site prior to this. 05/25/1989 Location: Main Elevator Personnel Present: Officer Tillerson, Officer Gomez <Begin transcript> <Officers Gomez and Tillerson enter elevator.> Officer Tillerson: … So don't bitch at me about not getting you anything, you can go down to the break room yourself. Officer Gomez: Okay, it's nothing. <Officer Gomez makes visual contact with SCP-5489.> {$caption} Gomez: Hey, when did they put up a photo of Dick? Tillerson: What? <SCP-5489 translocates, leaving no trace.> Gomez: What? <End transcript> Afterword: Officers reported event as a containment breach or potential reality restructuring. Item was identified by search team multiple times with similar translocations as a result. 05/25/1989 Location: Evacuation Route A Personnel Present: Commanding Officer Ian, Officer Rogan, Technician Sweikart <Begin transcript> <Technician Sweikart and Officer Rogan are participating in the search for uncontained anomaly. Officer Rogan makes visual contact with anomaly.> Rogan: Okay, clear. <Officer Rogan pages C.O. Ian and Tech Sweikart the following message: "anom between portraits in evac". Sweikart and Rogan vacate the vicinity and begin taking readings across the spectrum.> Sweikart: [Whisper] No radiation from here. No heat. Rogan: [Whisper] Do we get closer? Sweikart: [Whisper] No, wait for C-O. <Pause.> Rogan: [Whisper] I'm getting closer. <Officer Rogan nonchalantly enters room. Radiation instruments do not spike, and Technician Sweikart enters for further readings.> Sweikart: So, uh… This hallway's really cozy, I think. Am I allowed to loiter here, normally, officer? Rogan: Oh yes that is normal, with your normal radio. <Technician Sweikart cycles the dial on his demodulator. Eventually, he reaches a signal which broadcasts both the audio from within Evac Route A as well as an unknown female speaking Russian. Technician pages Officer Rogan, two feet away, "should we get ustinov".> Ian: [Entering] Alright, which picture is the little shit? <SCP-5489 translocates, leaving no trace.> Rogan: God dammit! <End transcript> {$caption} Afterword: Data gathered- Item does not emit radiation or heat; Item has an internal cavity; Item only responds to tactile and acoustic stimulus Item continued to broadcast on same frequency after translocation Object relocated to Research Office C#6. Office was vacated pending proper containment. 05/26/1989 Location: Office C#6 Personnel Present: C.O. Ian, Technician Sweikart, Researcher Ustinov <Begin transcript> <Researcher Ustinov is recruited to perform counter-espionage upon SCP-5489.> Ustinov: [Whisper] No, yep. It's GRU alright. Straight said it. <Pause for more counter-espionage.> Ustinov: [Whisper] Yelled it. One of them is named Searchlight. Pissed that we're looking for their mole. Ian: What the hell do they want here? <Pause for more counter-espionage.> Ustinov: [Whisper] Okay, the other guy is done yelling. He signed off. Ian: Okay, how do we get the transmitter? Sweikart: Don't barge in. Ian: Alright, smart ass. Ustinov: I have an idea. <Ustinov enters C#6 with a demodulator to perform further counter-espionage. He slyly slinks into the seat below SCP-5489.> Ustinov: [Whisper] Psst. Tovarich. <Radio silence.> Ustinov: [Russian] Don't fly off. You need to change frequency. 620. No little mice on that channel. Yet. <Radio silence.> Ustinov: [RU] Searchlight, hurry, before they find your spot again. {$caption} <Radio silence.> SCP-5489: [RU] … Who is speaking? Ustinov: [RU] My designation cannot be disclosed. Double blind espionage on this site. This is extreme circumstances, the device needs to be exfiltrated. SCP-5489: [RU] They're not gonna catch me, I can stay. I will stay. <End transcript> Afterword: Researcher successfully kept SCP-5489 contained for over 40 minutes. 05/27/1989 Location: Wing B Restroom Stall #5 Personnel Present: Researcher Ustinov <Begin transcript> <Translated from Russian as necessary.> Ustinov: Yeah, this is a good spot. A lot of socializing here. A lot of people with their guards down. SCP-5489: Alright, as you say. When will Makerelov be here? Ustinov: Oh, we'll see. You have a much easier time infiltrating this place, agent. Sit still. And please don't talk to Yuliy. He's also in on it, I've learned. SCP-5489: Yuliy too!? That's the entire comms team! Ustinov: Don't you think I'm as devastated as you? SCP-5489: Why haven't you just gone to the higher ups? Just tell them our secure frequency. {$caption} Ustinov: I think it's better to lay low and keep our comms between you and me. I don't even have much confidence in Makerelov. If they find out that we found out, they could go to higher ups first. Let me find someone we can really confide in. SCP-5489: I can wait. Ustinov: Stay in touch. I only trust one person. You, Agent Searchlight. SCP-5489: You too, Agent Lionwolf. <End transcript> Afterword: Researcher maintained charade for approximately eight months, corralling SCP-5489 into containment whenever necessary. 02/20/1990 Location: Conference Room #02 Personnel Present: Officer Rogan, Researcher Ustinov <Begin transcript> <Researcher Ustinov is attempting to negotiate SCP-5489 out of the room, but object is non-responsive and translocating around the room sporadically.> Ustinov: … Come in, please. Searchlight, this is very urgent. Are you in distress? <Radio silence.> Ustinov: Please respond. The traitors are going to assault the Site to stop us from revealing their scheme! Tovarich, respond. SCP-5489: Suka, you're a liar. Ustinov: Searchlight, what's happening? SCP-5489: I decided to check the original frequency last night. The project heads had an automated message. Telling me to look out for a triple agent who they know only as Dennis Ustinov. And I realized, it was you. You're not a combat engineer. You're an accountant. Ustinov: No, Searchlight. Please don't tell me they've turned you. They're enemies of our Union! SCP-5489: I thought you were my tovarich. <SCP-5489 translocates, leaving no trace. Site-48 goes on lockdown to find item.> … Rogan: Okay, It's not in wing L. Proceeding to K. Ustinov: Yep, I'm right behind you. <Personnel scour walls for item.> Rogan: So, has it ever told you why it's here? Ustinov: She's a spy, obviously, and she's— Rogan: She? Ustinov: What? She's undercover. It's not like she's actually the president either. Rogan: Well, okay. Ustinov: She's supposed to be looking into a sleeper agent-supersoldier program we're supposedly developing. Rogan: Us? Ustinov: No, they're called the Reinforcers or something. She got the wrong Site-48. Rogan: Are you ever gonna tell her? Ustinov: No. <SCP-████ in containment taps the glass divider to its cell. Ustinov notices SCP-████ pointing to SCP-5489 in the ventilation shaft above himself.> {$caption} Ustinov: [Gritting teeth] Jenny. Rogan: [Clueless] Hmm…? <Agent Ustinov frantically displays hand signal.> <End transcript> Afterword: SCP-5489 has ceased contact with Researcher Ustinov. 08/19/1991 Location: Canteen Freezer Personnel Present: N/A {$caption} <SCP-5489 makes no contact with GoI-16 and for five consecutive days broadcasts a loop of Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake.> Afterword: SCP-5489 resumes espionage operation in a reduced capacity. 10/09/1996 Location: Staff Break Room Personnel Present: Researcher Ustinov <Begin transcript> <SCP-5489 translocates onto the table in front of Researcher Ustinov.> Ustinov: … You're ready to talk? Why now? SCP-5489: I'm sorry, Lionwolf. They really are all traitorous suk. All this time I've been duped. Ustinov: You've seen the light? SCP-5489: It seems. Yuliy was the last to go. They're all mercs, every single one. No dedication to a cause, not even this so-called "insurgency" they want me to defect to. Nyet! Ustinov: Well don't you feel late to the party. {$caption} SCP-5489: Don't tell me you're jaded too. Ustinov: I wouldn't tell you that. You and I can keep the mission up. The Union prevails, tovarich. SCP-5489: What mission? Ustinov: This is very classified. Go somewhere as isolated as you can, I'll meet you. The Union Prevails. <End transcript> Afterword: SCP-1974 is contained in the Pool Supply Closet. 10/12/1996 Location: Pool Supply Closet Personnel Present: Ustinov <Begin transcript> Ustinov: Searchlight, do you copy? SCP-5489: Copy, Lionwolf. Ustinov: We're safe for now. As far as I know, Mr. A. Imalitovich isn't coming in today. SCP-5489: To think all these years, and I never noticed Sweikart was an insurgent. Ustinov: Blindsided me too. Searchlight, can I ask? SCP-5489: What ask? Ustinov: Just… Why Nixon? SCP-5489: Nixon was the proof of concept, you see. We were supposed to roll out the program in 1974. But he resigned, and we had to go back to the redesign stage. Wouldn't be covert if the picture on your coffee table was the wrong president. When Theremin did that, though, he couldn't get it to work on Ford, or Carter, or even that pig Reagan. Just Nixon. Cannot explain why. So, we're just kinda working with what we had. Ustinov: I think it still worked well. They love Nixon. SCP-5489: Da. Ustinov: Searchlight, I'm considering we enter deep cover. It's heating up between the Insurgents and the Foundation, right now we should be on the sidelines to that. {$caption} SCP-5489: What do you consider deep cover? <Ustinov produces sleeves of vinyl records.> Ustinov: You like rock and roll? <End transcript> Afterword: Technician Sweikart's personal record player relocated to Pool Supply Closet for ease of containment. Addendum- Reclassification: Object is reclassified to Integrated to formalize its function as a transmitter for the Site-48 Recreational Radio Channel. Footnotes 1. Device is surrounded by a membrane microphone composed of unknown material. 2. 610 to 640MHz ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5489" by A Fungus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5489. 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-5490 | safe | Item#: 5490 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5490 is to be sealed in a plexiglass container Site-76. Tests involving SCP-5490 are to be limited to one subject at a time and will only be coordinated by personnel with security clearance of Level 2 or above. SCP-5490 will only be read by a subject fitting within the parameters of its anomalous properties. Testing procedures will not be conducted without the approval of Dr. Prodri. Description: SCP-5490 is a book wrapped in leather binding with 89 pages, all of which are blank. Despite SCP-5490's suspected age, it shows no sign of aging or wear. When an individual interacts with the first page of SCP-5490, one of two different phrases will be presented to the subject: ▷ Phrases ▽ Phrases Phrase One: "Only those who share the sacred blood of the emperor may read these pages. Thou shall suffer as the emperor did." Phrase Two: "Welcome, scion. Thou shall now read the history that was hidden from the light. The history of your ancestor." Upon viewing the first phrase, the individual will begin to suffer from severe clinical depression, rating between 24 to 27 on the PHQ-9 test1 regardless of their emotional state prior to the event. The individual will also begin to experience symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder, complaining of the 'horrors of Judea.' Upon reading the second phrase, the individual will be able to view the full contents of SCP-5490. All text within SCP-5490 is written in Latin, however the individual will still be able to read SCP-5490 regardless of their native language and/or their ability to understand Latin. Only individuals who can fully understand Latin text are able to read SCP-5490 verbally. The only method of translation is via audio recordings. However, upon playback the subject's voice will sound distorted. Video recording of any reading will result in the pages being observed as blank. SCP-5490 details the Roman emperor Aelius Hadrianus Severlinus, who reigned as an emperor of the Roman Empire from 130 AD to 138 AD. Emperor Severlinus's history is not recorded in any other text or historical document besides SCP-5490, with his supposed command falling within the later years of emperor Hadrian's reign. The recorded anomalous activity during the Bar Kokhba Revolt, as well as other anomalous events during these years, are also within Foundation databases. Hadrian, however, is still recorded as the emperor during these events. SCP-5490 was discovered after an Italian archaeological team from the Sapienza University of Rome explored a previously unrecorded chamber underneath Rome. SCP-5490 was found on a pedestal in a pristine condition. One of the team members opened SCP-5490, while other team members observed. SCP-5490's anomalous effect then activated, causing most of the team to suffer from severe depression and post-traumatic stress disorder within a few hours. One of the original team members did not experience any of SCP-5490's effects and swiftly reported his discovery to government officials. Suspecting anomalous activity may be involved, the Italian government contacted the Foundation whereupon it was swiftly secured and transferred to Site-76. Addendum.1 - Form of SCP-5490: According to the dates provided by SCP-5490, it is impossible for it to be contained within a modernly constructed book. It should be within a codex, however, all text within SCP-5490 describes itself as a book. Despite this, all dating methods show it to be made and constructed approximately 1880 years ago. One theory stipulated is that SCP-5490 changes it's appearance in accordance with the most widely available method of reading at the time. Given that it hasn't transferred itself into digital form means there are one of two possibilities: Either it can not transfer itself into a digital form or, It does not recognize Ebooks as the most widely available format If the second is true, Mobile Task Force Mu-4 "Debuggers" has been alerted to that possibility and has developed Protocol "Odoacer" in the event that SCP-5490 transfers itself into digital form. Should this event happen and Protocol "Odoacer" fail, SCP-5490's containment class shall be changed to Keter and it's disruption and risk class to Ekhi and Warning respectively. It is unknown how this process will be accomplished, let alone at all, but the risk factor is high enough to warrant preparations. Addendum.2 - Page excerpts: The following are excerpts from various pages of SCP-5490. Only major variations between the actions of Severlinus and Hadrian are transcribed and presented. SCP-5490 itself can be divided into three different sections: First Section: Pages 1-9 Description: Early life and eventual coronation of Severlinus Second section: Pages 10-55 Description: First years of Severlinus's reign towards the end of the Bar Kokhba Revolt. Third section: Pages 56-88 Description: Final years of Severlinus's reign and death. ▷ Excerpts ▽ Excerpts Excerpt from page one It is here that I record the reign and death of Imperator Caeser Hadrianus Severlinus Augustus, whose reign began 883 Ab urbe condita2 and lasted a glorious eight years. It will be here, and only here, that his excellence is deified. His reign brought great prosperity to the empire and its people but also brought him to madness. His actions were guided by fate, as commanded by Jupiter himself. Come, scion, and learn of your forebearers feats and victories, as well as his fall from grace. Excerpt from page nine During Imperator Caesar Trajanus Hadrianus Augustus's voyage up the River Nile, much of his flotilla sank and drowned. An inquiry into this event has led many to come to the conclusion that a sudden flood killed the late emperor, his beloved Antinous, and many who accompanied them. Locals who witnessed the event believe it was the influence of Suchus as means of protecting the River Nile.3 Upon word of the tragedy reaching Rome, Severlinus was struck with immense grief. The late emperor had been his father, his teacher, and mentor. Words can not describe the number of tears that were shed that day. Regardless, it was now time for your forebearer to take the crown. After the Senate was told of Hadrian's death, which was received of mixed opinion, your forebearer was officially crowned as the new emperor of the empire. Excerpt from page seventeen Severlinus then traveled to Athens a few months later, where he had hoped to uphold his father's ambitions. He had hoped to finally realize his father's Panhellenion as a means of culturally uniting the Greek city-states and Rome. As a gift to the Athenians, as well as completing another one of his father's dreams, he finished the construction of the Temple of Olympian Zeus. Underneath the temple, he had buried Trajan's artifact as a means of passively subjugating the Athenians.4 By giving the Athenians more luxuries, Severlinus had gained their trust and admiration. These feelings were reciprocated, as Severlinus would walk among the Athenians in the streets with little to no guard. Upon his departure for the east, he was sent off warmly by the people. Excerpt from page twenty-seven During his visit to Palmyra, Severlinus first heard of the artifact from a woman claiming to be a traveling Vates. It was here that his curiosity and hubris led him further down the stairs of fate. Intrigued, he pleaded the woman for answers. She told him of the powers it could give, and the horrors it could bring. In great detail, she explained its mastery over the flesh of others, sickening those around Severlinus. But not him. He had heard of the ancient myths and legends of a people who could manipulate flesh and bone. If such a power existed, no matter how savage it could be, Severlinus sought to tame it. Upon learning the location of the artifact, he and his troop moved south towards Judea. Excerpt from page thirty-one While in Judea, Severlinus sought to rebuild Jerusalem after years of destruction and war. He not only intended this to be a gift to the Jews but also hoped that the rabbis would lead him to the artifact he so desperately craved. Upon his arrival, he learned more about Jewish culture from a local Samaritan priest. Learning that the Jews openly circumcise their young, Severlinus was disgusted. A Hellenist like his father believed such an act was mutilation. He then enacted a decree within the city, announcing that circumcision was banned throughout the empire. This was met with much dissatisfaction, and the anti-Roman sentiment that lingered within the Jews had grown even more significant. This angered Severlinus, who then enacted many other anti-Jewish decrees. This would pave the way to war, sending your forefather even closer to his fate. Excerpt from page thirty-five Even as I write this, it is still unknown how the Jews found the artifact first. While our legionaries searched throughout Judea, one of the Jews found it. This Jew, Simon bar Kokhba, would utilize the artifact's immense power to gather followers to his cause. He utilized the artifact to 'bless' his soldiers and followers.5 As bar Kokhba marched on Jerusalem, he demanded that every single Roman within Judea leave immediately. Severlinus, no longer fond of the Jews, took this a declaration of war and had Tineius Rufus send two legions to crush the rebellion. They were met with utter annihilation with few survivors. The command bar Kokhba had on the artifact was masterful, leading his armies against Rome with skill. This only further spurred Severlinus's hate for the Jews, resolving to destroy bar Kokhba. He came to believe that his destiny was here in Judea, not in Greece. Oh scion, how right he was. Excerpt from page forty Severlinus had summoned several more legions and called Sextus Julius Severus from Britain to face bar Kokhba. In spite of the largest gathering of legions since the wars in Dacia, bar Kokhba still raised above Severlinus's pressure. Your forebearer became desperate, destroying the Jewish armies against him became the sole thing he thought about for the next year. He and Severus met bar Kokhba's forces outside of Jericho, where he witnessed for the first time the artifact's effects. Seeing the mutation of bodies and frenzied fighting from the Jewish armies made Severlinus sick. Despite our best efforts, the legions were once again defeated at the hands of bar Kokhba's armies. Severlinus no longer wanted to capture the artifact, rather he wished to destroy it by whatever means. After regrouping in Samaria, Severus informed Severlinus of his own artifact from Britain. A sword that could be used to combat bar Kokhba's. Desperate, your forebearer had it brought to him. Excerpt from page forty-four Severus's sword proved to be the dagger. Bar Kokhba and his forces were on their knees, retreating to their final fortress in Betar. It would be here that the artifact's effect would finally take shape on bar Kokhba's men. They were now nothing more than prisoners in their own flesh, which only further disgusted Severlinus. His resolve to destroy bar Kokhba and his artifact only deepened. Despite their situation, the Jews still fought with frenzy and vigor. Our legions could not break the walls of Betar, despite our best efforts. It would be here that your forefather resigned himself to fate. He stepped onto the front line in the last summer of the siege and charged at the walls. The legionaries saw this as a rallying cry, that if the emperor was as bold so should they. Only those closest to Severlinus knew the truth. He had become just as desperate, crazed, and manic as the Jews in front of them. He then broke the walls, and the massacre began. Excerpt from page fifty-six Finally, Severlinus returned to Rome. Word of his feats in Judea had already reached the greater population, who praised him as a hero. He had quashed the rebellion, renamed Jerusalem Aelia Capitolina, and decreed that Judea be erased from every map. Those closest to him knew the truth, however. His mind and body were broken. He had lost dear comrades and friends, including Severus, in the war. He was successful at destroying bar Kokhba and the artifact, but at what cost scion? He lost nearly everything he held dear to him. He didn't greet the senate with the customary salutation, he knew he wasn't worthy of doing so. The war effectively ended your forebearer's aspirations to realize his father's dreams. It had made him a recluse, yet he still held tightly onto Severus's sword. Excerpt from page sixty-one When his mother, empress Sabina, died Severlinus only further slipped into depression. He had been stopped numerous times from committing suicide. He had no heir, his travels left him childless. His current state of mind did not allow him to think of even adopting an heir. Many around him became frightened by the prospect of him dying with no heir designated to fulfill the office of emperor. That was until he met Lucius Aelius. Severlinus immediately became infatuated with him and sought him out on numerous occasions. The two would be seen together many times before eventually Severlinus named him his son and by extension his heir. Despite his newfound invigoration, your forebearer would still have bouts of madness all while keeping hold of Severus's sword. Excerpt from page seventy-three It happened suddenly. Lucius Aelius's death greatly impacted Severlinus, sending him into a deeper depression. He would always have two people around at all times, for if he ended his life the office of the emperor would be left vacant with no successor. As he sat alone, Severus's sword in hand, one of his consuls approached him. The consul, Arrius Antoninus, began to comfort him. At first ineffective, the consul eventually made a connection with your forebearer. The two talked for a long while, throughout the night. The next morning Severlinus announced to the senate that he had adopted the consul, with the condition that he adopt the son of the recently deceased Lucius Aelius. There was a sigh of relief among the senators, for the office was once again secure. Despite having made a connection with Severlinus, the consul could not pry Severus's sword from him. Excerpt from page eighty-seven It had finally happened. The sword that Severlinus had grown attached to brought him to madness. The object he had long used as a comforter, a precaution for the day should bar Kokhba's artifact rear its face again, had turned on him. He interrupted the consul's dinner with his attendants, Severus's sword in hand. He swung it wildly and with frenzy. The consul's wife shrieked as Severlinus approached them. The consul grabbed his blade and begged your forebearer to stand down. He was beyond reason and swung at the consul. Then, the consul cut his neck. Can you blame him, scion? As Severlinus fell, the consul caught him in his arms. Letting go of Severus's sword for the first time, Severlinus asked the consul if he had made his father proud. With tears in his eyes, the consul comforted him by saying he had. With life leaving him, Severlinus made the consul promise to deify his father. And with that, your forebearer died experiencing peace for the first time in years. Excerpt from page eighty-nine Upon his ascension Antoninus Pius saw to it that Hadrian was deified, fulfilling Severlinus's final wish. Fearful that word of Severlinus's actions would further destabilize the empire, he was to be hidden from history. Severus's sword was confiscated and buried in Aegyptus. Due to his remarkable likeness to his father, the people were made to believe that Severlinus was indeed Hadrian. Any record and document saying otherwise were destroyed. That is why I have recorded all of this. Your forebearer would have been lost, if not for me. I, son of Aelius Hadrianus Severlinus, will see to it that he been seen by future generations. I was there for it all, experienced what he experienced, and rightful occupant to the office of the emperor. I fear that if Antoninus Pius finds this book, he will destroy it. I will see to it that the Vates harness the emotions my father felt moments before his death, and curse those that attempt to read the book. Only my future sons and daughters may view these texts without repercussions. If you are reading this somewhere in the future, even if the empire has fallen, I plead that you hide this book until the time is right. Ensure that my father deserves his place in the sun. Please, let him see the light of day once more. Footnotes 1. A depression module used to monitor the severity of depression, rated between 1 and 27 2. From the founding of the city. 3. This correlates with recorded activity of SCP-████. 4. Foundation records corroborate that Trajan did indeed discover such an artifact, however, its whereabouts are unknown. 5. 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SCP-5491 | safe | Item #: SCP-5491 An SCP-5491 manifestation. Significant distortion occurs when attempting to record or photograph an apparition event. Special Containment Procedures: Personnel are to allow SCP-5491 to manifest for three hours each night. The Foundation has supplied a modest library of taped and vinyl music, appropriate to the tastes of SCP-5491-1. The building containing SCP-5491 has been purchased by the Foundation and granted Listed status, exempting it from being considered for demolition by the local authority. Soundproofing materials have been installed to curb external interest in SCP-5491 occurrences. Description: SCP-5491 is a spectral phenomenon relating to the disused ‘Aspekt’ nightclub and discotheque near Burry Port, Wales. The venue’s original lighting and sound systems remain in place, and SCP-5491 occurs when a specific sequence of strobe presets is activated. SCP-5491 consists, at present, of thirteen humanoid apparitions (designated collectively as SCP-5491-1). A new entity has appeared, on average, every three years since the anomaly came to the Foundation's attention. Instances of SCP-5491-1 manifest as teenagers or adolescents, dressed in clothing typical of the late 1970s and early 1980s. SCP-5491-1 demonstrate a significant level of spatial awareness, often making way for corporeal individuals to pass, but have otherwise made no attempts to interact with researchers. It is, however, possible for people and objects to phase through SCP-5491-1 when the entities are caught off-guard. SCP-5491 is constrained to the venue’s dance floor, where entities will dance for an as-yet indeterminate period of time if club or disco music from the era is played over the sound system. When the music is turned off, or a song from a different era or genre is played, SCP-5491-1 become agitated and will occasionally heckle in the direction of the disc jockey booth. Terminating the strobe sequence will cause the apparition to cease. + Interview Log 07/01/18 - Interview Log 07/01/18 Interviewed: Barry Williams Interviewer: Dr Leonard Bertram Foreword: Posing as a historian, Dr Bertram arranged an interview with lifelong local resident Barry Williams. Mr Williams had been identified as a former patron using photographs taken of the venue in the early 1980s, but did not resemble any instances of SCP-5491-1. <Begin Log> Dr Bertram: Hi, Mr Williams. I’m Leo, we spoke on the phone? Barry Williams: Of course, come in. I’ve got the kettle on, if you’d- Dr Bertram: Oh, no thanks. I shan’t take too long. Barry Williams: Take as long as you need. Dr Bertram: Okay, well… about this photograph. Dr Bertram pulls out a photocopied Polaroid showing the club’s interior in its heyday, with several individuals circled who bear close similarity to instances of SCP-5491-1. Barry Williams: Yeah, that’s Aspekt alright. Such a shame it’s fallen into… disrepair. Dr Bertram: And that’s you in the corner? Barry Williams: God, those bell-bottoms. Yep, that’s me. They were barely in fashion even then. Dr Bertram: Now, about these people I’ve put circles around… Barry Williams: Let me see… well, I couldn’t tell you who those two fellows on the left are, I’m afraid. But that lady, over here – I’d recognise Linda Hartford a mile away. Poor old Linda… Dr Bertram: Where’s Linda now, if you don’t mind me asking? Barry Williams: Oh, she was a lovely girl. Half the town must’ve fancied her back in the day. In year ten I went out with her for, what, about two weeks I reckon. She moved away at the start of the eighties, like most of them did, and a couple of years ago I heard she passed away. Dr Bertram: I’m sorry, Mr Williams. Barry Williams: I’m fine. It was a… drunk driving incident, I think. As in, she was the driver. A lot of the old crowd ended up on the bottle, but poor Linda had trouble for years. Dr Bertram: You mentioned that a lot of these people moved away? Barry Williams: Yeah, when Thatcher and her lot started closing the mines. We knew the town was on the chopping block, and by the time it did come around, a lot of the younger folks had moved out to the cities. Swansea, Cardiff… some of the ones who could afford it went to university. Most of them never came back. Dr Bertram: And you stayed? Barry Williams: We just didn’t have the money. My dad, he was an excavator mechanic, until the mine closed down. And everything he taught me about engines, well, I’ve been at the town garage for getting on four decades now. Dr Bertram: What about this gentleman, the one next to Linda? Barry Williams: Oh, Thomas. Thomas Langford. He was a proper gent, old Tommy. You know, he was one of the first people in Wales to die of AIDS? That’s a grim little tidbit for your history book. Dr Bertram: That’s… terrible. You don’t suppose there’s anyone else who’s, how should I put this, still around that I might be able to talk to? Barry Williams: Oh, I’ve not been in contact with most of the old lot in years. They’re all over the place, now – London, all that, became proper city folk. They won’t be interested in coming back here, I don’t think. Dr Bertram: That’s a shame. I'd love to be able to speak to some of them. Barry Williams takes a sip of his tea. Barry Williams: Do you know how much damage Thatcher did to this town? It’s anger, that’s what keeps me going. I’ll stay here as long as it means this place doesn’t completely become a ghost town— Dr Bertram: I’ve, uh, gotta make a move now. Thank you ever so much for your time, Mr Williams – this has been a great help to my research. <End Log> + Addendum - Addendum Barry Williams passed away at his home on 27/08/19. The cause of death was verified as a diagnosed heart condition. The following evening, personnel in charge of SCP-5491’s routine observation recorded the manifestation of a fourteenth spectral entity, which bore resemblance to Barry Williams in photographs circa 1981. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5491" by ThisMightBeAuto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5491. 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: distillery leipzig - downstairs dancefloor Author: Adrian Be License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
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padding: 2vw; } SCP-5492 The Vacuum Frost in a Shadow. SCP-5492 Enochian Class / Level Four / Trans-Temporal Special Containment Procedures As the events of SCP-5492 appear to constitute a fundamental aspect of time, and all attempts to avert or impede SCP-5492 have universally enabled it to continue, no attempts to contain SCP-5492 or impede its constituent events are to be made. Iterations of SCP-5492, especially dates of SCP-5492-D activation, are to be documented where safe to do so. Description SCP-5492 denotes an archetype of events that has been observed to occur in every inhabited timeline encountered by the Department of Temporal Anomalies. Attempts to avert the occurrence of SCP-5492 invariably fail, typically either enabling or accelerating the events of SCP-5492 instead. Although SCP-5492 has been documented to occur in any timeline containing at least one sapient entity, the details of the transpiring events increases in similarity the closer the observed timeline resembles TL-001-A; this suggests that SCP-5492 defaults to utilising elements present in TL-001-A, and where unable to do so, uses the closest recognisable analogue. If a recognisable analogue does not exist within the timeline hosting an SCP-5492 iteration, the detail is omitted and ensuing events adjust as necessary to minimise the interruption to the overall SCP-5492 sequence. The events of SCP-5492, as they occur in a timeline indistinguishable to TL-001-A, is as follows: Dates Events Notes 1995 An English-speaking Caucasian male Homo Sapiens (designated SCP-5492-A) is recruited by the Foundation as a researcher. SCP-5492 prioritises the species first, the sex second, ethnicity third, and language fourth.1 SCP-5492 prioritises SCP-5492-A’s role over the recruiting group; in timelines where the Foundation is present but does not engage in research, SCP-5492-A is instead recruited by a group that engages in research, with preference for whichever one most closely resembles the Foundation of TL-001-A. For reasons explained later in this document, an applicable group always exists for SCP-5492-A to join. 1995 to 1998 SCP-5492-A proposes that an anomaly they have assisted in studying (designated SCP-5492-C) should be relocated to the surface of the moon, to assist in containment and for safety reasons; their proposal is approved. In timelines where the inhabited planet lacks a natural satellite, SCP-5492-A proposes for SCP-5492-C to be removed from the planet’s atmosphere; if the planet lacks an atmosphere, SCP-5492-A proposes SCP-5492-C be moved to a distance sufficient for the planet’s gravitational pull to be negligible for it. In timelines that lack planetary bodies, or physical dimensions outright, SCP-5492-C is moved or altered in a way that distinguishes it as separate from whatever SCP-5492-A identifies as its home. Whenever able, SCP-5492-C will be moved to a facility located in Mare Imbrium. 1998 to 2035 SCP-5492-A makes a major discovery in their field of research; an ensuing extensive investigation results in the finding being suppressed, and further inquiry into the discovery is prohibited. SCP-5492-A also documents a phenomenon during this time which is eventually designated as SCP-739. The nature and content of the discovery, as well as the specifics of the anomaly designated as SCP-739, vary as expected between timelines; in several timelines, the anomaly occupying SCP-739 is eventually deemed non-anomalous and declassified. Regardless, during the allotted timeframe SCP-5492-A will document a phenomena that at least initially appears to be anomalous,2 and the document will eventually be allocated as the 739th of its kind. The significance of this value is unclear. 1998 to 2035 SCP-5492-A is temporally displaced to the year 1990. SCP-5492-B (as they are henceforth designated, to distinguish from their past self) reports the event to the Foundation of the era; following confirmation of their claims, they are readmitted into the Foundation, and administrative personnel take measures to ensure that SCP-5492-A is recruited in 1995 to avoid a temporal paradox. The temporal displacement of SCP-5492-A appears to be a key element of SCP-5492, as it universally occurs, even in timelines where anomalous phenomena and/or temporal displacement should be impossible; it is possible the terminating event of SCP-5492 (detailed below) enables this event to occur. In several timelines, SCP-5492-B’s arrival in 1990 predates the formation of the research group it reports to; in such cases SCP-5492-B establishes the group over the ensuing five years while continuing their research, thereby enabling SCP-5492-A to be recruited by the group. It is frequent in such timelines for SCP-5492-A to be intentionally displaced, to avert a potential paradox. 1990 to 1998 SCP-5492-B’s research rapidly becomes focused on discerning a method by which an aspect of reality can be manipulated. Foundation personnel become concerned that SCP-5492-B has been mentally or psychologically influenced by their temporal displacement. SCP-5492-B’s previous intents in research and fields of expertise are irrelevant, except in typically (but not always) influencing their methods of investigation and the exact aspect of reality they seek to manipulate; it is not uncommon for SCP-5492-B instances to abandon their initial fields of expertise expressly to allow for them to research an aspect of reality to manipulate. 1995 to 1998 SCP-5492-B directly endorses SCP-5492-A’s proposal to relocate SCP-5492-C to the surface of the moon, and is a primary reason that the proposal is approved. Foundation personnel are concerned that further involvement of SCP-5492-B in SCP-5492-A’s history may cause a temporal paradox; SCP-5492-B is reassigned to the location SCP-5492-C is stored at. SCP-5492-B is specifically given the position of Assistant Director of Research for the location, or the nearest analogue. 1998 to 2005 SCP-5492-B lodges several complaints against the Site Director of their assigned location. An event occurs in relation to SCP-5492-C that enables for the construction of a prototype power source at the location. In timelines where SCP-5492-B is, or believes themself to be, the highest on-site authority figure, SCP-5492-B instead lodges complaints against any overseeing personnel that outrank them, or lodges complaints against themself. 2005 SCP-5492-B makes a pivotal discovery in their research and begins co-ordinating with high-ranking personnel from a wide spectrum of different fields, for the purpose of constructing an anomalous machine (SCP-5492-D). It is currently unclear whether or not SCP-5492-D universally has an anomalous function; at minimum, SCP-5492-D appears to be drastically more advanced than it should be both for the time period and the timeline hosting the SCP-5492 iteration. 2005 to the day of next recorded event (below) An extension is constructed at the facility for SCP-5492-D, which must be created at the facility due to the presence of the prototype power source enabled by SCP-5492-C. In a significant number of observed timelines, the prototype power source is vastly inferior compared to other power sources available to the Foundation; nonetheless, SCP-5492-D is universally built at the same facility SCP-5492-C is stored at. Whenever able, the addition will be categorised as the fifth of its kind;3 the significance of this is unknown. March 12, 2009 SCP-5492-D is completed and activated by SCP-5492-B; SCP-5492-D malfunctions, directly causing the loss of SCP-5492-B immediately after they speak a single phrase. Unlike other SCP-5492 events which can occur on any day during an appropriate year, this event will always take place specifically on the twelfth day of the third month of the 2009th year, as long as it is able to; if the event is unable to occur on this date, it will instead occur simultaneous to SCP-5492-A’s temporal displacement to 1990,4 suggesting this event somehow enables the occurrence of the other. SCP-5492-B will always survey its final phrase in a manner that allows for an observer to receive the information, even when SCP-5492-B must expend energy to do so and would reasonably believe they are not being observed.5 The loss of SCP-5492-B appears to be the terminus of SCP-5492’s chain of events, as the immediate aftermath of SCP-5492-D’s activation follows expected degrees of deviancy between timelines; SCP-5492-D will typically overload or burn-out either itself or its power source if not deactivated, with the design and nature of the facility’s power supply, SCP-5492-D’s function and design, and the competency of individuals present determining whether or not SCP-5492-D is successfully deactivated, as would be expected. Across all timelines, SCP-5492-D is never utilised again or repaired if damaged, and SCP-5492-B is declared as deceased; in timelines where SCP-5492-B survives following the conclusion of SCP-5492, no information regarding their ensuing condition and/or whereabouts is ever discerned by any entities familiar with the events of their timeline's SCP-5492 instance. Addenda Findings of TL-5242-J On November 23, 2020 (TL-5242-J), Researcher John Doe discovered that the events of their SCP-5492 rendition were inconsistent with the universal narrative of their host timeline, TL-5242-J;6 ensuing analyses conducted by the Department of Temporal Anomalies and the Department of Pataphysics (various) identified that this observation applies to all SCP-5492 renditions, with the discrepancy between the SCP-5492 iteration and its host timeline’s universal narrative increasing in proportion to the host timeline’s deviancy from TL-001-A. Further investigation revealed that all SCP-5492 iterations possess almost-identical narrativistic readings by default, with discrepancies directly corresponding to a host timeline’s lack of an element present in TL-001-A. Only three timelines possess a universal narrative that is within a 15% margin of error to SCP-5492's default narrativistic readings: TL-4379-A, TL-4293-E, and TL-2493-B. No consistent trends have been identified across these timelines, with the exception that all three are similar enough to TL-001-A to allow for their SCP-5492 iterations to occur with minimal amounts of alteration. No exact matches exist. Footnotes 1. E.g. in a timeline where Homo Sapiens is incapable of hosting any males, but a second sapient species is capable of hosting a male and/or Caucasian-analogue, SCP-5492 will utilise a Homo Sapiens female instead. 2. Even in timelines where anomalous phenomenon are otherwise absent. 3. E.g. Floor Five, Sub-Level Five, Wing Five (of a floor), etc. 4. In several extreme cases, SCP-5492-B is over 100 years old at the time of SCP-5492-D’s activation; it is probable that SCP-5492 anomalously extends SCP-5492-B’s lifespan to enable the resolution of the iteration’s events. 5. E.g. surveying the phrase ‘remember me’ in an English sign language despite being alone in a window- and camera-less room. 6. Unaware of the trans-temporal nature of SCP-5492, Researcher John Doe misidentified the observed phenomena as an anomalous occurrence focused on themself; this was later classified in TL-5242-J as SCP-739. |
SCP-5493 | esoteric-class | Ecronak Enjoyed the skip? Give some of my other works a look here! WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE HAS BEEN MODIFIED The contents of this page have been modified by an unauthorized user. Cognitohazards may be present in the following file. RAISA has been contacted. Peruse at your own risk. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Gods above, that message was a whole lot of ado for a whole lot of nothing. . . I didn't do anything bad. Just included a little story that I wanna tell. . . I sure do hope you enjoy it. I most certainly didn't. . . . . . . . . . . . Item#: 5493 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: warning link to memo The population of Washington D.C. evacuating shortly after SCP-5493. Special Containment Procedures: Due to the global nature of SCP-5493, all instances of SCP-5493-A are to be monitored at all times by Foundation operatives and contained within their respective legislative facilities. The surrounding area extending to ten kilometers from the facilities is to be evacuated. Any and all references to the incidents that have so far been caused by SCP-5493 must be expunged and their witnesses amnesticized. Close cooperation must be conducted with Global Occult Coalition operatives in order to prevent the veil of normalcy from breaking. Contact must also be maintained with the leaders of the affected nations. As such, personnel are expected to exercise caution when containing SCP-5493-A instances, due to concerns by world governments about the subjects' wellbeing. Lethal action is not authorized under any circumstances. Description: SCP-5493 is a spontaneous global phenomenon that affects the members of 54 of the world’s legislative assemblies. On 12/16/2019 at 1:23 PM, affected government officials (henceforth referred to as SCP-5493-A) have been reported to begin exhibiting erratic and extremely violent behavior, disrupting all legislative operations. No discernible cause has yet been found for the phenomenon. 12/16/2019 The day of release. Fuck that movie. The mood in the O5 council chamber was tense. Extremely so. One had called the emergency meeting as soon as dire news came through from both their operatives and the GOC, going hand-in-hand with everything else that’s happened in the last three hours. Everything was moving far too fast for their liking. Information lockdown efforts were holding, but they didn’t know for how long. The same thing went for the leaders of all the affected countries. If just one decided to squeal… Aanya decided not to think about that. Her Public Outreach already had their hands full. She checked her watch. It displayed the time as 1:10 AM- nearly twelve hours since the last incident of 5493. She looked around the council chamber. It was empty, emptier than usual- the recent incident had required the attention of many of their fellow overseers. Of the thirteen in the council, only five were present. One was slowly preparing his papers, readying to give the briefing of the current situation to the other overseers. His hands shook with every movement, something that Aanya hadn’t seen in years. She remembered the times when he stood strong, then pursed her lips- those times were long past. Two, Mann, was crossing his arms. She could tell that he was tense. His usual allies on the Council, Gears and Clef, were absent. That fact alone contributed to much of his nervousness. He was already furiously tapping his feet on the floor, while his right hand worried the large mustache on his upper lip. Aanya could only smile. The Mad Doctor, she thought. How we watched your career with great interest. Three and Four – Gears and Clef - were both physically absent and attending remotely, having been assigned to the situations in Russia and Korea, respectively. The same went for Six, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven and Twelve, though they had their cameras off. She hoped they were still listening. Maria Jones, O5-5, was biting her lip- Aanya could already see a bit of blood being drawn. Though she was often a stern and stony woman, the director of RAISA seemed to be letting her fear come to the fore, now. Even when Maria wasn’t directly involved with the efforts to contain 5493, Aanya knew through the whispers in the grapevines that she had a relative in the Senate- though who, she didn’t know. Last of all that were present in the council room was Seven, Jack Bright, and he was cranky. Personnel was just as busy as Public Outreach, and the recent 5493 incident had forced many of their operatives on the ground to relocate to other Sites and branches- relocations which Bright had to supervise himself. He wasn’t particularly happy about working with the GOC, either. One cleared his throat. “Alright,” He said, tenuously, yet still retaining his signature twang of authority. The weakness in his voice was obvious, though Aanya could tell that his mind was whirring with solutions. He turned on the slideshow on the screen to his left. “Let’s get to business.” Immediately, all those present stood up in their seats. One had always insisted that they made themselves presentable before every meeting, in days long past. The mannerism still stuck, even now. One began. He had the poise of an old and experienced professor, lecturing his students with strictness and authority. “I know all of you are familiar with today’s events, but let’s round this down.” His voice quivered. “On the sixteenth of December, 2019, at exactly 1:23 PM Seoul time, we received reports of a session of the National Assembly in South Korea being interrupted by a sudden outbreak of violence. Politicians were getting beaten by other politicians, shouting matches were the norm, and circular debates were being made.” He coughed. “Under normal circumstances, we would have dismissed this as a particularly active Assembly session, but then we received reports of the same thing happening all over the world.” He switched to the next slide. “One hour later, at 1:23 PM, the legislative branch of China exhibited the same behavior for no apparent reason. At that, we began to suspect that something was going on. The fact that this was an anomalous occurrence was confirmed when the legislative branch of the Philippines, Singapore and Malaysia all followed suit at the same time. Same violence, same goddamn nonsense. Prior to 1:23, all of the members would enter, regardless of their predetermined schedule. Once 1:23 strikes, violence erupts. Any attempts at stopping them end in failure, especially with their abilities and resistance to tranquilizers.” “Any questions so far?” One said, looking from Overseer to Overseer with a piercing glare. Aanya knew it was a strategy he used to keep their attention. No one dared ask One a question during a briefing. The first time anyone did was Mann, nearly ten years ago. She still smiled at the memory. “Seven?” One said, looking at Bright. Bright shrugged irritatedly. “Nah.” “A surprise to be sure. A welcome one, in fact. Two?” Mann looked up from his boot, then shook his head. One nodded to himself. Though he was but a shadow of what he was, he still maintained a formidable presence. “Good.” He turned to face the screen again. “Let’s continue.” He switched to a slide showing the US Senate and Congress in utter pandemonium. “All in all, 54 countries in total had lost all control over their legislative branches, causing a great headache for us at the Foundation. We don’t know what started it, but we’ve made some measures to address it.” He switched to the next slide, showing the GOC logo. “All of you know the deal we made with the GOC several hours ago, and the emergency vote that came with it. Twelve ayes, one nay.” Bright averted his gaze immediately. One continued. “We all know that even with our far-reaching influence and so-called unlimited power, we aren’t able to be everywhere at once. So, when we approved the proposal, we began to cooperate with the Global Occult Coalition on matters of containing and neutralizing the threat. With this, they requested twenty tons of our amnestic stock for information containment and two hundred of our personnel for assistance in containing the threat. Overall, not a large price.” Bright sighed nearly inaudibly to her left. He flashed to a picture of the South Korean National Assembly building being entered by operatives from the Global Occult Coalition and the Foundation. “This was our first operation: The National Assembly Building, in Seoul. Fifty operatives from our East Asian branch, sixty from the GOC.” He flashed to another picture depicting the operation within. Assembly members could be seen attacking multiple operatives. “Each operative was armed with tranquilizer guns, in order to neutralize the instances of 5493-A in a nonlethal manner. We hoped that this would put an end to the hysteria. Instead, it worsened it.” “Assembly members attacked operatives, manifesting superhuman abilities the moment they were stopped from performing their… activities.” He showed a blurred picture taken from an operatives’ helmetcam, depicting another operative being beaten to death by a South Korean assemblyman. “Due to the absence of an approved kill order from the South Korean government as well as Command for both forces, our operatives had to retreat with multiple casualties. Seventeen injured, three dead. Right after we left, the 5493-As resumed their activities.” Bright grunted with irritation. "Like fighting up against higher ground." He muttered. Aanya could only sigh in response. She herself agreed, though silently. One’s gaze turned to Bright in the space of half a moment. “Do you have anything to contribute, Bright?” He said, the strength of his personality showing through his wheezing voice. Bright stared at him. He bit his lip, trying to contain his frustration. Bright winced, then spoke. “Couldn’t we have just told our operatives to… fucking knock them out? Beat them with batons? Riot guards do it, why can’t we?” “Excellent question,” One said, placing his hand on the table. “But ultimately a foolish one. Though we are a secret organization, we are still beholden to what we serve…” He paused to breathe. “Humanity.” One stared Bright down. The old rivalry between teacher and student was heavily apparent in the room. One was a pragmatist, a man willing to compromise between staying true to his values and saving the things that gave birth to those values. Bright was loyal to the Foundation and its purpose, embodying its original vision until the bitter end. Bright didn’t respond, instead continuing to stare back at One. “Right now, the governments of the humanity we serve do not wish to see their officials harmed.” One spoke, finally. “I do not agree with it, but it is the price we pay. These are still influential senators, congressmen, and assemblymen. Politicking is seen everywhere, and we must be wary of it, no matter our policy of staying out of international affairs. The GOC, being a part of the UN, is even more sensitive to it than us. I do hope that does not surprise you.” A thick silence permeated through the room. Aanya looked at Bright’s face- changing from frustration to anger to rage- then back down to submission. Even now, One’s personality dominated everything. “I understand, Sir.” Bright said, leaning back in defeat. He sighed, and muttered something under his breath. “Good.” One said, nodding. “Let’s resume.” He turned back to the screen. “Due to the failure at the National Assembly in Seoul, we were forced to go back to the drawing board. Thirteen and her Public Outreach-“ he said, gesturing to Aanya, “were instrumental in our coordination with the Global Occult Coalition. Instead of containing them one-by-one, we opted to go for the information blackout, silencing witnesses and making sure not one of them squealed.” GOC and Foundation operatives under the guise of local law enforcement standing outside of the Capitol Building. He switched to a slide that showed both GOC and Foundation operatives standing outside of the Capitol building. “Current story right now is that of a worldwide coordinated terrorist attack. The 54 governments who are affected by this have agreed to tell that story. Until such a time occurs that this blows over, we must stay vigilant. The Insurgency has been silent on this, and so has the Hand. It is only a matter of time before they make their move.” He stood up straight. Pain crossed his face. “End of briefing. You may now speak.” The silence that followed was deafening. Everyone knew the gravity of being the one to speak first. Aanya looked around. Everyone else had their arms crossed, pursing their lips. After One’s grave briefing, every single overseer was deep in thought. Then, her phone vibrated. She got a text. Aanya immediately went to get it, combing through her messages. It was from one of her contacts in Seoul. She tapped the screen to read it. The message (written in Korean) was short. Assemblymen are exiting, they're attacking us. We need assistance as soon as possible. Her heart sank. She immediately looked up. "One, what of the attack on the-" “Excuse me, One,” Clef interrupted, his voice booming across the speakers of the room. “But the Blue House in Seoul has just sent us an urgent dispatch. Their National Assembly members are coming out of the building, but…” One turned around quickly. “What?” The way he said the word was edged with surprise- and dread. Clef responded. "Live feed from the ground is coming on now." “Do it.” One said, his voice going low. At that, Clef changed the screen to display a live feed from the Federal Assembly building. GOC and Foundation operatives armed with riot gear. The video was blurry, but showed just enough to cause fear in every single one of the onlooking overseers. In it, what seemed to be some twenty churning balls of flesh and bone rolled across the surface of the concrete outside the building. Both GOC and Foundation operatives were already drawing up to counter them, raising riot shields in the air as they prepared to fight. As the balls got closer, Aanya realized that they weren’t just any normal skips- they were the assemblymen, still dressed in priceless suits, merged together as one large fleshy ball. She could hear them screeching and groaning in pain as they rolled across the concrete floor, their all-too human screams painful to hear. She could hear their bones cracking agonizingly as the ball moved, picking up speed as arms seemed to sprout from it to push it forward, breaking upon impact as they met the ground. "JORJJJJJJJJ!" They shouted in unison. "JORRRRRRJJJJJJJJ!" “Jesus Christ.” Aanya could hear Maria say, to her left. “What the hell are those?” “We don't know.” Clef answered. “All we do know is that these are the assemblymen. All of them." On the video feed, the balls picked up even more speed with each second, covering several meters in the span of a second. She could hear the operatives drawing their breaths as they closed the distance. “Are we authorized to shoot them?!” She could hear an operative say in Korean. “No!” Their superior shouted back. “We aren’t cleared to-“ Suddenly, the balls seemed to glow bright red with what seemed to be heat, the sheer temperature on their surface causing them to hum. They were extremely close now, and it would only take a few seconds until- “HOLD FAST!” The commander said in the back. “HOLD DAMN FAST!” Then, in that moment, the balls crashed into the operatives, burning through them like a hot knife through butter. Many died in an instant, being seared to a crisp under the balls’ charge, and even more fell to the ground with vaporized legs and torsos, crying out in agony. Even from her position, thousands of miles away, Aanya had no doubt that the smell would have been of burnt flesh. The feed cut out, and the entire chamber was left in silence. One gulped. Aanya had no doubt that he was afraid now- everyone was. The specter of a Broken Masquerade hung in the balance. “Thirteen.” He said, looking at Aanya. His eyes were bloodshot, the deep wrinkles in his face getting even deeper by the second. “You may be excused- you must coordinate with the GOC. I have no doubt that the same will happen everywhere else. Find a way to stop this.” Aanya nearly sprung from her seat at the command. She nodded. “Affirmative, O5-1.” As she left, all she could hear was the Council collapsing into pandemonium- though unlike the assemblies that they were trying to contain, the noise and the arguments were all too normal. 12/17/2019 The day after. Item#: 5493 Level2 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: uncontained Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: danger link to memo The Korean National Assembly Building Special Containment Procedures: Due to the global nature of SCP-5493, all instances of SCP-5493-B are to be monitored at all times, being intercepted when possible (see Addendum 5493.01). As the risk of the Veil collapsing at this time is extremely high, caution is to be exercised with regards to the interception of SCP-5493-B instances. Should a group of SCP-5493-B instances be predicted to cross one or multiple population centers, all personnel within these population centers must be evacuated as soon as possible. To reduce the risk of breaking the Veil, under no circumstances are operatives assigned to SCP-5493-B allowed to capture or damage any of the instances. Description: SCP-5493 is a spontaneous global phenomenon that affects the members of 54 of the world’s upper legislative assemblies. On 12/17/2019, at 1:23 AM, affected government officials (henceforth referred to as SCP-5493-A) began to amalgamate as instances of SCP-5493-B. SCP-5493-B is the designation for the combinatory amalgamations of multiple SCP-5493-A into roughly spherical blobs. The number of instances of SCP-5493-A in one instance of SCP-5493-B has been recorded to range from five to fifteen. SCP-5493-B instances achieve locomotion through the instances of SCP-5493-A within them using their limbs to push themselves across any given surface, allowing them to roll forward at speeds of up to 30 kilometers per hour. When faced with an aquatic obstruction, SCP-5493-B instances have been recorded to swim with a speed of up to 10 kilometers per hour. All SCP-5493-B instances have been known to be nominally indestructible, capable of regenerating when damaged and reforming when split. When faced with an obstruction or threat, SCP-5493-B instances are capable of spontaneously elevating their temperature to a maximum of 4000 degrees Celsius through unknown means. This allows them the ability of being able to melt through all known materials, including steel, titanium, and tungsten. Despite their composition, such high temperatures do not produce any discernible effect on the SCP-5493-B instances. Though SCP-5493-B instances initially seemed to possess no form of sentient intelligence, recent operations have proven that to be false. Along with being able to move as a single entity, SCP-5493-B instances have also shown to have some semblance of a gestalt consciousness1 between all other instances, allowing them to coordinate movements and efforts to “free” other entities (See Addendum 5493.01). As of 12/17/2019, 5477 instances of SCP-5493-B have been known to exist. Seogang Bridge immediately prior to the Seoul Operation Addendum 5493.01: Following the initial manifestations of SCP-5493-B and their breach of containment in Seoul, South Korea, a combination of Foundation and Global Occult Coalition forces amounting to two hundred operatives embarked on an operation to secure all instances before they exited the city limits of Seoul, chasing all instances across the recently locked-down Seogang Bridge. They were supplemented with three Apache attack helicopters and twenty Humvees. Due to the instances of SCP-5493-A within each SCP-5493-B instance being valuable to the Korean government, all operatives were told to only use lethal action when necessary, with the primary goal of the operation being containment. The operation began with the deployment of Class A tranquilizers2 by the operatives within the pursuing attack helicopters and Humvees. This proved to be ineffective. Following that, titanium mesh nets were deployed in order to apprehend each SCP-5493-B instance, which also proved to be ineffective when several SCP-5493-B instances moved in a coordinated manner to free each of the entrapped instances, melting through the titanium mesh. With the instances about to reach the end of the Seogang bridge, lethal action was authorized. Missiles and conventional weaponry were used on the instances to no avail, with damaged SCP-5493-B instances regenerating and reforming when possible. Due to the risk of the Veil being broken, the Seoul operation was aborted, with all SCP-5493-B instances continuing to move across Seoul. In preparation for the containment of information regarding SCP-5493, much of the Seoul area in the path of the SCP-5493-B instances was evacuated, with all other population centers in the aforementioned path being evacuated as well. These included cities such as Namyangju, Gapyeong, Chuncheon, Inje, and Sokcho. Following their arrival at Sokcho, the instances began to move into the Sea of Japan in a northeastern direction. With the same events transpiring in other affected countries, operational priority was changed to information and damage control rather than containment. Currently, all SCP-5493-B instances are estimated to be moving towards the West Coast of the United States. The calls began shortly after Seoul. “South Korea is requesting assistance with information control.” One called. “China’s President is on the line!” The other said. “Ma’am, the Philippine President is calling too.” That happened an hour later. “India is asking about the Bs running through New Delhi.” This was major, and it hit close to home. “Ma’am Delegate, several nations are speaking about cooperating with other Groups of Interest instead.” That was vital. On and on the calls went, going from one head of state to another as requests for assistance, or information, or prioritization came in. Aanya loved Public Outreach, but God was it tiring. Especially with 54 countries suddenly waking up to their legislative officials turning into little more than indestructible balls of meat. Three nations had already sided with the Chaos Insurgency. Another five had begun talks with the Serpent's Hand. A few major ones were even talking about defunding the GOC and the Foundation altogether- something that Aanya was trying hard to prevent. Then the blame games happened. In Asia. In Europe. The Americas. Africa. Oceania. On every continent was another conflict to solve, another disagreement, another diplomatic incident. All she could do from her position was smile and wave, deftly navigating the rigors of international diplomacy in order to prevent worldwide escalation. At least the GOC was cooperating— her counterpart there, Delegate Bulsara, was known to be a very considerate diplomat. He was doing everything he could on his end to stop any conflicts from happening. Thank the gods for small blessings, Aanya thought to herself. Still, the last two days had left her a hefty amount of work— she had to take back-to-back calls all day, making sure to smooth out this misunderstanding and that, soothe wounded egos, force heads of state to come to an understanding. She hadn’t slept in the last forty-eight hours. Nothing had stressed her out this much since… ever. Even the early 2000s were less stressful than this. There’s always a bigger fish, she thought. Her predecessor said that, having had to navigate through the bloodbath that was the Cold War. She was inclined to agree with him now. Sighing with exhaustion, she put the telephone down. The American president was acquiring as to the anomalies on his country's soil. Bs were rampaging through DC at that very moment, and were ripe to go across the country to arrive at… whatever they wished to arrive at. California, she thought, remembering what One said during another one of their emergency meetings. They’re heading towards somewhere in California. Then, she heard a call come through- not on the telephone, but her personal smartphone. She immediately scrambled to take it. There was only one person in the world that it could be. She dragged the call sign to the center, and his majestic voice greeted her. “Hello, there.” She said lovingly in Hindi. She hoped her exhaustion didn’t show through her voice. “Aanya Laghari. Nice to hear your beautiful voice again.” Rajesh said, on the opposite side of the world. “Is your delegate work done yet? Padma is coming home from university. She wants to be able to see her grandmother for once.” “Padma is in university already? My goodness, she's grown!” Aanya said, a wide smile on her face. “But work calls, sadly. The United Nations always needs peace kept.” “How’s New York?” He said. “They’re treating you well at the UN?” “Of course.” She smiled. He never ceased to ask her that question. “I hope so, otherwise they’d have to face the mighty wrath of Professor Rajesh Laghari!” His voice grew deeper with that last part, as if he was a superhero. She still adored it, forty years into their marriage. She chuckled. Only her husband could make her laugh like that. "You should have joined me in studying Political Science when we were in college." "Oh," Rajesh said, chuckling back. "I'm not brave enough for politics." “That’s a new line.” She responded. “A fine addition to-“ Her secretary called from her office. “Ma’am, there is something you need to see.” She froze. Of all the damn times- “It’s work, isn’t it?” Rajesh said. The note of disappointment in his voice caused Aanya’s heart to sink. “Go on. The world needs you. Especially now that tensions are rising." “Rajesh…” Aanya began. “After this, I’ll call you back, alright?” “Of course.” “I love you.” She said. “I love you too.” He answered. “Good night, my dear wife.” The phone let out the sound that she hated the most- the sound of goodbye when things still needed to be said. It was outrageous. It was unfair. How the hell could she be one of the most powerful people in the Foundation and not even have the time to- She gritted her teeth… and sighed. She put the phone down. Aanya looked to her secretary. “Alright,” She said. “What is it, Leonor?” This is where the fun begins, she sarcastically thought to herself. Leonor stayed silent for a few moments. Aanya's chest started to go heavy. She didn't know why. "What is it?" She said impatiently, trying to take out the fear from her voice. Her hands began to shake. What the hell was taking her so long? Her secretary’s response came seconds later. “We're getting news of war in Asia and Europe, ma'am.” Leonor answered. Her voice was shaking. "Casualty numbers are just coming in. Three hundred military…" Leonor took a breath. Aanya heard her suppress a sob. "O-one thousand civilian. The news just came in when you were on the phone with the American president." Aanya’s heart immediately sank. She needed to call Bulsara at the GOC immediately. Her fingers closed around the phone on her desk. I'm sorry, Rajesh. she thought. 5/4/2020 5 months after release. The council chamber. The council chamber was tense- somehow, even tenser than it was half a year ago. To Aanya, those six months seemed like an eternity. Nine hundred and fifty thousand dead in the past half-year. Millions displaced. Several nations on the brink of collapse, many more fighting wars that only a few wanted. She sighed. To think that all of this was caused by a single anomaly. She bit her lip. No use dwelling on it now. One, once again, was piling up papers at the head of the table, ready to give a briefing on everything that’s transpired in the last six months. It was just him, Aanya, Bright, and Clef in the room- four overseers in a council of thirteen. The others were doing meetings elsewhere, trying to mitigate the political fallout of the recent conflicts. Bold, Ten, was off in the Middle East. Gears was coordinating with what was left of the GOC, helping with the last efforts of the organization at deescalation. Maria was indisposed, helping Disinformation with the most recent amnesticization efforts. Mann was in Korea. Kiryu, O5-12, was in Brazil. Aanya rubbed her eyes. The bags under them grew deeper with every day, a consequence of not sleeping any more than three hours for five months. She was aware that she seemed to age 5 years in that time- it was just the hazard of being on the job. She leaned back. Her bones felt wearier than ever. Her back seemed to crack with the pressure. Bright, at least in his current body, seemed to be feeling it too- Personnel, like Public Outreach, did not have it good. The eternally pissed off look on his face was replaced with one of exhaustion, which Aanya took as a bad sign. Bright was never not pissed. Clef was closing his eyes. Aanya doubted that he was actually sleeping, but Clef had just flown in from dealing with the aftermath of a particularly bad B “attack” in LA- the last blobs rolling in from places like Southeast Asia. He needed the rest. Of all of them, though, the one who aged the most was One- already a venerable figure at seventy-nine, he seemed to have lost ten years just from the stress of pulling the Foundation together. The lines on his face were far deeper than when Aanya last saw him in person four months ago, and his hair seemed to be completely white. His arms were frail and bony as he ordered the papers. One coughed. “Alright, let’s get this over with.” The presence in his voice was much diminished. Each of the overseers wearily sat up. One picked up the remote at his side, turning on the screen to display a static Foundation logo. “I know all of you have not enjoyed these past five months,” One said, a ghost of a smile on his face. “But from here on out, we will go past everything that’s happened in that… damned period.” He looked at all of them. “Let’s start.” The slide on the screen switched to a familiar picture- that of the blobs making their first move at Seoul. "This all started with the blobs- 5493-Bs, rolling across national borders, wreaking havoc, and forcing governments to find someone to blame for the 'terror attacks.'" He pursed his lips. "And blame someone they did." He looked straight at Aanya. “Despite our efforts to control the fallout, the governments who didn't know of our involvement wanted someone to pay. For many…" He took a breath. "…it was their neighbors. Within two months, global tensions were at an all-time high. Wars were starting. Old conflicts were reignited.” He gave a sad chuckle. It came out strangled and weak. "We couldn't stop any of it." Bright let out a resigned sigh. Clef could only look on. One shook his head in defeat. “God, to think that we thought we could contain this.” His voice had lowered to nothing but a rasp. He coughed again. “After that, the GOC began the process that would eventually lead to their decline. They’d heavily antagonized the use of the destruction caused by the terrorists as causes for war. They were the first to take the brunt of the blame.” He could only smile tiredly. “We suffered too, losing thirty percent of our income within two months of the start of the event. It was a shitshow from start to finish, something that pushed our Foundation to its limits.” Then, he shrugged. “But… we won. The Veil held up, the anomalous remained closed to the public, and the last of the Bs have made their way to their destination this morning, just in time for May the 4th.” His pale green eyes looked at them all. He smiled. It wasn't happy. “And it was then that I realized the reason as to why this all happened.” Aanya crossed her arms. They weren’t surprised at the very least- the realization had set in the moment they saw the video that morning. One switched to a slide displaying the destination that all of the SCP-5493-Bs had been looking for- a large estate just outside of Nicasio, California, once the workplace to an esteemed filmmaker, now the home to a parody of everything they’d struggled for the last five months. Thousands of blobs of all shapes and sizes were gathered all around the vicinity of the estate’s main house, waiting for the last of their brethren to join them. Skywalker Ranch. “It was here, at Skywalker Ranch, that we realized just what exactly all of this suffering meant. This picture was taken yesterday morning.” He switched to the next slide, showing a video of the last of the blobs coming to a stop outside of the main house. They were rolling abominations of flesh, using their arms and legs to push themselves forward- Aanya herself never got used to the sight of them. Over the months, they’d lost their clothing and their individual forms, instead turning into nothing more than one single bloated ball. That fact alone added to the morbid absurdity of the entire thing. One continued. “This video was taken just a few hours earlier. As you can see, it shows the last of the Bs coming to a stop outside of their destination. If you look closely…” Before Aanya’s eyes, the blobs began to change color and composition, turning from blobs of flesh into pieces of a cheek, of hair, of fat. Fifty turned into eyeballs. A hundred became parts of a tongue. When all of that was done, they began to build on top of each other, forming a neck as a base. The others climbed on top of them with limbs made out of hair, fat, bone, bare muscle, or skin, building more and more of the figure that they wished to create. All the while, Aanya could hear them screeching in agony, just like they first did all those months ago. She still wondered if those were the persons who were once part of them. Soon, a chin was formed, then the beginnings of a lower lip, then the rest of its upper lip. By then, the jaw was formed, followed by the cheeks, the nose, and the ears. Wrinkles began to form on the figure’s skin, growing deeper and deeper as more blobs began to fill the gaps. The eyeballs were soon formed right after, which was followed by the rest of the forehead. By the time twenty minutes had passed, the remainder of the figure’s hair was being finished, the hands of the blobs that made it up holding on tenuously to the blobs below them. It was an absurd thing, one that made Aanya laugh with outrage the first time she watched it. But now, all she felt was emptiness. Twenty-one minutes after the process began, the masterpiece that the blobs created was revealed to everyone watching- a perfect bust of Ian MacDiarmid during his role as Chancellor Palpatine, smiling with evil intent. As his face moved, the blobs that made it up moved in perfect concert, causing the figure’s face to look as if it was made out of flowers in a windy meadow. Aanya wanted to laugh. But she couldn’t. “I AM THE SENATE.” The figure of Palpatine said, moving his mouth as all the blobs that he was made of spoke at once. “I AM THE SENATE FROM 54 OF THE WORLD’S COUNTRIES, AND I SAY THE SEQUEL TRILOGY IS BULLSHIT.” Aanya looked around, watching the reactions of her fellow O5s as they sat in their seats in silence. They had all seen the footage before. The Palpatine figure continued booming. “THE RISE OF SKYWALKER IS HOT TRASH. LET US RETURN TO THE GLORY DAYS OF THE STAR WARS FRANCHISE, THE PREQUELS!” He smiled malevolently at that, as if what he said didn’t come at the cost of thousands of lives. “TODAY, GEORGE LUCAS, YOU WILL KNOW THE PAIN I FELT WHEN I WATCHED THAT GODDAMN MOVIE! EVEN ELDRITCH GODS CAN STILL BE DISAPPOINTED, YOU KNOW. I LOVE DEMOCRACY! I LOVE THE REPUBLIC! WHAT YOU ALLOWED TO BE DONE TO IT IS CRIMINAL.” Suddenly, the sound of loud applause could be heard from the figure, which churned like an audience at a stadium as the blobs clapped their hands for the abomination that they created. As they did, the Palpatine figure smiled widely, his eyebrows drawn up in a parody of a human expression. Then, he spoke his final words. “NICE ONE, GEORGE LUCAS, YOU FUCKING SELL-OUT. MAY THE FOURTH NOT BE WITH YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH.” At that, the blobs immediately collapsed to the ground, screeching as they did. A silence overcame the council chamber. In that single moment, Aanya Laghari, O5-13, could only laugh. One followed. Then Bright. Then Clef. It was an absurd thing, a hallmark of the cruelty of the universe, a mockery of everything they had worked for for the past five months. Their laughter echoed across the room, highlighting every single one of their follies, every single one of their wasted labors, every single life taken in pursuit of a cruel joke. That day, all the O5 council could do was laugh. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . So yeah, that's about it. . . I was mad, alright? I apologize. I couldn't exactly not do anything. . . . . . . But still, fuck Lucas. Footnotes 1. Also known as a hive mind 2. The strongest tranquilizers employed by the Foundation, usually used to neutralize large anomalies. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5493" by Ecronak, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5493. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. 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padding: 2vw; } close Info X SCP-5494: "The Lords of the Beneath World" Mind your own business. More by this author! Item#: SCP-5494 Level1 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: ticonderoga Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo An SCP-5494 instance observing a water intake station 220m below the surface of Lake Huron. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5494 is contained by the cultural practices of the First Peoples of the Great Lakes..Ticonderoga-class objects cannot be contained by the Foundation, but containment is also unnecessary. Description: SCP-5494 is a population of chimerical life-forms inhabiting the beds of Lake Huron, Lake Ontario, Lake Michigan, Lake Erie and Lake Superior in east-central North America..In cryptobiology, a "chimera" is an entity with physical characteristics derived from multiple discrete species. Though primarily feline (genus unknown), most catalogued examples also feature some combination of piscine scales, bovine horns, rodentine quills, avian feathers and a prehensile serpentine tail formed from pure copper..Specimens with more reptilian, ophidian (snake-like) features are attested in oral histories of the region. Precise enumeration of the SCP-5494 population in the Great Lakes is impossible; specimens are capable of blending seamlessly into their environments, disrupting both analog and digital recording apparatus, and altering weather patterns. Addendum 5494-1, Experiment Logs: Covert Foundation shipping on Lake Huron during the construction of Provisional Site-43 in 1942 was plagued by storms and attacked on nineteen separate occasions by anomalous entities. On the southeastern shore of the lake, the same entities frequently consumed workers at the Acroamatic Abatement Section's new refineries for anomalous materials. Co-Directors Dr. V. L. Scout and Dr. W. Rydderech were ordered by Overwatch Command to attempt capture or neutralization of SCP-5494. One mobile task force and one unit of D-class personnel formerly assigned to excavation duty were reassigned for this purpose. Experiment 5494-RE-01 Date: 05/24/1942 Intent: Determine the dietary preferences of SCP-5494. Theory: SCP-5494 instances resemble mutated panthers, cougars or lynx. Dr. Rydderech suggested that their diet might therefore consist of both large and small prey animals from the surrounding environment, captured at the shoreline. Procedure: One wild deer was released into the lake near Provisional Site-43. Observations: An instance of SCP-5494 appeared, ignored the deer, and consumed the feeding team. Conclusions: SCP-5494 prefers hominid food sources. In light of RE-5494-01, a more nuanced approach was authorized. Claiming that Dr. Rydderech's Acroamatic Abatement facilities were actually a new water purification plant for the nearby Department of Defense camp (the cover for the underground workings of Site-43), Foundation officials began consultation on native reservations in the region, particularly with the Anishnaabe..The Anishnaabe are a cultural and linguistic grouping of First Peoples (Canada) or American Indians (United States) speaking languages in the Algonquian family, including the Odawa, Ojibwe, Oji-Cree, Potawatomi, Mississauga, Nipissing and many further sub-groupings. Plural: Anishnaabeg or Anishnaabek. SCP-5494 was identified by elders in each nation as a class of manitou (spirits) known as "Mishipeshu," "Mishebeshu" or a variety of similar terms. Epithets in English include "underwater panthers" and "Great Lynx." According to legend, these beings originate from Michipicoten Island in Lake Superior,.This claim could not be verified, as no sightings on land had yet been made. hold the copper deposits of the Great Lakes sacred, and possess anomalous powers to heal, enrich fish harvests, and manipulate water. Informants indicated that SCP-5494 is extremely dangerous, yet receptive to supplication. Experiment 5494-RE-02 Date: 05/30/1942 Intent: Capture SCP-5494. Theory: Ojibwe Anishnaabe elders explained that SCP-5494's connection to copper was discovered when a youth successfully defeated one specimen by battering it with a wooden paddle, breaking off a piece of the metal from its tail. Dr. Rydderech suggested that SCP-5494 may be vulnerable to blunt force trauma. Procedure: Three members of MTF Gamma-43 ("Pond Scum") were instructed to patrol the waters near Provisional Site-43 in a reinforced raft and capture an SCP-5494 instance. Agents were armed with automatic rifles and riot sticks. Observations: Gamma-43 engaged two instances of SCP-5494 in combat. All three agents were consumed. Conclusions: Combat with SCP-5494 is inadvisable. After the Acroamatic Abatement Section began using Lake Huron copper to construct its pipes in early July, citing the anomalous healing properties ascribed to SCP-5494 and its environment, attacks on Foundation lakeside projects increased dramatically. Experiment 5494-RE-03 Date: 06/09/1942 Intent: Appease SCP-5494. Theory: Oji-Cree Anishnaabe elders described a game wherein one child takes on the role of SCP-5494 and attempts to drag others into the water with them. Dr. Rydderech suggested that demonstrating an understanding of this cultural practice (presently illegal under Canadian federal law) might please SCP-5494. Procedure: The game was attempted on the shoreline near Provisional Site-43 with D-class personnel. Observations Three instances of SCP-5494 observed the game until all personnel had been pulled into the water, at which point they consumed them. Conclusions: SCP-5494 is resistant to appeasement. Construction on Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-A was halted in mid-June 1942 when SCP-5494 demonstrated the ability to attack workers at inland job sites. This ability had been attested by multiple Anishnaabeg sources over the preceding months, but as all sightings had heretofore taken place in marine environments their testimony had been discarded as superstition. Experiment 5494-RE-04 Date: 07/02/1942 Intent: Negotiate with SCP-5494. Theory: Meskwaki elders conveyed a legend describing the eternal conflict between SCP-5494 and a second, unattested class of entity known as the "thunderbirds.".The Meskwaki are an Algonquian people of what is now the midwestern United States. Dr. Rydderech suggested proposing an alliance against the thunderbirds to the SCP-5494 population. Procedure: Dr. M. Barbeau, an anthropologist from the Archives and Revision Section of Provisional Site-43, recorded the legend in full without the permission or knowledge of the Meskwaki. He recited the legend to the lake, ending with a statement of solidarity with SCP-5494 in its conflict with the thunderbirds. Observations: Four SCP-5494 instances remained silent for the duration of the tale and subsequent statement. When these had concluded, they consumed all personnel present. Conclusions: SCP-5494 is resistant to negotiation. Subsequently, Dr. Scout successfully petitioned O5 to directly involve indigenous experts in the preparation of ritual materials for engagement with SCP-5494. Experiment 5494-RE-05 Date: 07/21/1942 Intent: Appease SCP-5494. Theory: Potawatomi Anishnaabe elders demonstrated the creation of a "medicine bundle" bound in snake skin, a traditional offering to SCP-5494. The elders presented their bundle to the lake without incident. Dr. Rydderech suggested repeating this ceremony with Foundation personnel. Procedure: A duplicate medicine bundle was created at Provisional Site-43 using materials previously seized by the Canadian Department of Indian Affairs. The two remaining MTF Gamma-43 agents presented the bundle to the lake, beseeching SCP-5494 to protect the Acroamatic Abatement facilities and grant healing powers to the copper used in their pipes. Observations: Five instances of SCP-5494 consumed all personnel present, pointedly rejecting the medicine bundle. Conclusions: SCP-5494's resistance to appeasement is confirmed. Addendum 5494-2, Response Outline: Historical Review Group CLIO-4 had by this time identified thirty uncontained anomalies native to the Lake Huron region. When consultation with indigenous informants revealed detailed knowledge of all thirty, Dr. Scout took over management of SCP-5494 from Dr. Rydderech and petitioned O5 to classify the affected reservations as a Nexus..A Nexus is a populated, persistently anomalous location excluded from standard containment procedures. Lake Huron and surrounding area, present day. Extent of Nexus-94 reservations in green (non-inclusive), Site-43 in red, Canada in pink, United States of America in white. Dr. Scout's request was granted on 3 August, 1942, and the reservations surrounding Lake Huron were collectively designated Briar-class Nexus-94 due to their low population and limited interaction with adjacent communities..A Briar-class Nexus requires only minor coverup and cleanup activities by the Foundation. The Anishnaabe (and several neighbouring groups) were thereby made exempt from standard amnesticization procedures; the federal government's "Indian agents" were explicitly excluded from this arrangement, having failed to demonstrate appropriate levels of discretion. Dr. Scout called an emergency conference of elders from Nexus-94 on 6 August. Five Indian agents attempted to log protests with the federal government over this violation of the (unlegislated and illegal) "pass system" restricting travel both to and from the relevant reservations; they were detained and amnesticized. Comparison of SCP-5494's campaign against the Foundation with Anishnaabe oral history revealed three points of divergence. First, before the construction of Provisional Site-43, underwater panther attacks had occurred only infrequently. Second, no attacks against Anishnaabeg had been recorded since the days of their ancestors, even while Foundation work sites and workers were under siege. Third, in every surviving tale the underwater panthers drowned their prey in the lake rather than consuming them. Anishnaabeg consultants suggested five causal factors for these behavioural departures when dealing with Foundation personnel and other non-indigenous peoples: the increased shipping on Lake Huron without appeal to SCP-5494 for safe passage; the industrial-scale removal of copper from the lake; the presence of "outsiders" in large numbers; the attempts made to capture SCP-5494; and the demonization of SCP-5494 by Christian missionaries. Consultants emphasized that SCP-5494 was a natural force to be propitiated and accepted, not confronted or contained. They speculated that SCP-5494 would resume its original behaviour if all aggravating factors were removed and all future interactions were carried out by the indigenous peoples alone, according to their own traditions. It was also suggested that the water purification project might be acceptable to SCP-5494 if it benefited the Nexus-94 reservations, instead of merely supplying the other Lake Huron facilities with clean water. Drs. Scout and Rydderech mandated these measures by fiat. All Foundation shipping on Lake Huron was halted, and "Lake Huron Supply, Control and Purification Site-43" began providing drinking water to reservations around southern Lake Huron — against strident objections from the Departments of Indian Affairs and Defense. The Foundation imported copper ore to restore the deposits in the lake bed, and sourced all future piping material from offsite. Dr. Rydderech subsequently reported an inexplicable twenty-three percent increase in the efficacy of the Acroamatic Abatement Section's facilities. No cases of SCP-5494 interference have been recorded in the succeeding eight decades; while the bed of Lake Huron continues to be monitored, and SCP-5494 sightings have been numerous, no further attacks on Foundation personnel have occurred. Addendum 5494-3, Update: From the files of Dr. V. Lesley Scout, Director of Site-43 (1965-1996). I am constantly having to explain to visiting Foundation officials that yes, there are uncontained underwater panthers in the lake, and no, we're not attempting to contain them. There has been a serious failure of understanding, here: it's not our lake, and they're not our panthers. — V. Lesley Scout, journal entry, 09/15/1966 « SCP-5382 | Words of Power and Poison | SCP-5520 » ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5494" by HarryBlank, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5494. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-5495 | neutralized | A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} FILE INFO You are viewing External Document 5495, point of origin EXTORG-002, 'The Foundation'. File has been shared with PTOLEMY Command in order to facilitate mutual cooperation following cleanup of LTE-5495. Statements of suspect have been highlighted in blue — hover over them to view attached results from the PSYCHE investigation. PTOLEMY COMMAND UNGOC 2/5495 LEVEL 2/5495 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-5495 Neutralized Structural diagram of SCP-5495. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES SCP-5495 has been airlifted to Site-341 and is undergoing reverse-engineering and investigation into its anomalous effects. Access is restricted to L4/54952. Description SCP-5495 is a component of a nonfunctional paraweapon, constructed by the Organization for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts (ORIA). The particular nature and mechanics of SCP-5495 are under study, but is understood to have ontokinetic effects on nearby individuals, items, and locations. Alone, SCP-5495's effects are variable, violent, and uncontrollable; it is theorized that the rest of the weapon provides a focusing aspect, allowing the weapon to be directed and effectively utilized. Physically, SCP-5495 is a steel cylinder 0.5m long and 0.25m wide, capped at both ends with discs of beryllium-bronze, weighing 20kg. Its internal composition is The cause for this expungement is filed under "sensitive information".[REDACTED]. See PSYCHE Investigation Item Charlie.ORIA denies any knowledge of SCP-5495 or the rest of the components. Further investigation is discouraged to preserve their already-strained diplomatic relationship with 'Western' anomalous organizations. SCP-5495 was discovered in 1990 following reports of anomalous ontokinetic activity in Andar, a small village in Ghazni, Afghanistan. Activity reported was a variety of ontokinetic effects, including but not limited to spontaneous generation of entities, memory alteration, landscape alteration, biological mutations, sudden ontokinetic ability, etc. The latent ontokinetic contamination produced by SCP-5495 affected the villagers who had removed SCP-5495 from its unsecured storage facility unaware of its effects or purpose, likely to sell it for scrap, and resulted in these anomalies. Timeline Origin Due to ORIA's lack of cooperation, little is definitively known about SCP-5495's origins. It is theorized to have been in construction since at least 1980, under orders by the military leadership, presumably to be used in the Iran-Iraq War. Whether the weapon was never finished or was used and then disassembled is similarly unclear; what is known is that by August of 1990, SCP-5495 was residing in "Qardū" does not appear on any ORIA facility listings available to PSYCHE, though this could be indicative of its secrecy. Accusation of illegal quartering is curious — Afghan-Iran relations pre- and post- Revolution make an ORIA outpost a reasonable possibility.an abandoned ORIA storage facility codenamed "Qardū", (illegally) located in Nawa, Ghazni Province, inside Afghani borders. Removal from Qardū On August 14th, Jamsheh Behzadi, 27, discovered the entrance to Qardū several kilometers from his family homestead. ORIA facilities generally tend toward more esoteric security involving Type-Blue energy.The metal entry door was rusted shut, so he noted the location and resolved to return with assistance. On August 15th, he returned with his cousin Farhad Behzadi, 19, and a friend from the nearby village of Andar, population 598— Abdullah Hashem, 21. Using tools taken from Hashem's father, the group broke the seals on the door and entered the two-room facility, believing they had stumbled upon a Odd accusation, but entirely possible for young rural men — question arises on how Foundation Interviewers discovered this knowledge.Pakistani military outpost. They discovered it to be deserted and empty, save for several padded crates containing nonperishable food, ammunition, and one specially padded crate containing SCP-5495, found by Farhad: We were so stupid. Idiot teenagers playing explorers, completely clueless as to what we'd walked into. If I could reach through time just once, I would gladly use it to go back and tell the three of us to turn, to run, far far away. I was the first one to see it, you know. Jamsheh was amazed by the machine-gun bullets and the military food, and I pried open the other crate, shoved so far into the corner. The place was so dimly lit and dusty… it had the distinct air of some place that had been forgotten. When I cut the locks and Farhad looked inside, I saw the strange metal thing, and he laid a hand on it - he said it was warm in the center and cool at the edges - we felt like we had discovered something miraculous! None of it knew what it was, of course — Jamsheh was going to the capital in a few weeks to visit some friends at the university, he said he would take it up then and figure out if it was worth any money, and he would split it among us. We were so stupid. The group loaded SCP-5495 and the ammunition and food into a wheelbarrow and carted it to Hashem's house in the village, where they decided it would be stored to avoid scrutiny from the Behzadi parents until Jamsheh took it to Kabul. At the time they parted ways, it is likely that Farhad was the only one contaminated due to his direct inhalation of the Few directed paraweapon concepts would vent into the surrounding air.stale, contaminated air in the container. Core Exposure By August 17th, Hashem had sold most of the ammunition, earning a considerable profit for the area. He investigated SCP-5495, hoping to find some clue as to its purpose or design; he discovered a small aperture in the side of Polarized glass is far too brittle to be used in a weapon core and is generally reserved for scientific equipment.polarized glass, and attempted to shatter it — poor storage conditions had left the other primary seals degraded to the point of uselessness. He succeeded in exposing the internal core of the device — while the device had already begun latently lowering the local reality level, the destruction of the seal increased the efficiency of this process twofold. Disturbed by his damaging of the device, he quickly put it away and did not unearth it until the day after. However, direct contact to the internal core likely meant he was already exposed to an overwhelming dosage of The cause for this redaction is filed under "sensitive information".[REDACTED]. At the Behzadi household, Farhad had already fallen ill the afternoon after his discovery of SCP-5495. By the evening of August 18th, he was bedridden and complaining of aching pains and nausea. This was thought to be a result of food poisoning. His older sister, Raazyah Behzadi, 20, was his primary caretaker: His room felt so strange. I came in every hour or so with water and to check on him, he was just rolling around in his sheets, drenched in sweat. His room felt like it was much larger than it was, kilometers long, but I could move across it one step. It's hard to explain, but it just didn't feel quite real. In hindsight, what should have told me it was something unnatural, though, was the rat. I woke up to sounds of retching, like he was choking on something. I opened the door and looked in, I thought he would be vomiting and then he would be fine. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyes wide. I asked what was wrong and he just pointed to a grey spot on the floor - a rat, I realized. Grey and wet with moisture, dead on its back. I figured he had just killed the rat, though rats aren't very common here, and closed the door. It never occurred to me that the rat was wet with spit. Through taking care of Farhad, Raazyah was similarly exposed to Only the most reckless of paraweapon concepts would use latent Type-Green energy as a transmission vector — carries a large risk of friendly fire.latent ontokinetic energies in his system from his primary exposure to SCP-5495. The secondhand nature of her contamination was weakened enough to manifest as little more than idle shifting that lasted for a few seconds at maximum. By August 18th, Hashem, Farhad, Raazyah, and their parents Hussein and Latifa were contaminated. Instability On August 19th, Jamsheh went down to Hashem's home to investigate SCP-5495. Hashem was absent at the time, selling the remainder of the ammunition and food, and Jamsheh discovered the aperture, which had been leaking ontokinetically-unstable radiation at an increased rate for the entire night into the surroundings — including into the store of food that Hashem would wake up to sell in the morning to the rest of the village. This incident resulted in the contamination skyrocketing from ~4 cases at the time to ~300, well over two-thirds of the village population. Theoretically possible, if contrived.The ingestion of contaminated food imbued individuals with uncontrollable ontokinetic abilities that, while individually minor, were greatly amplified by SCP-5495 degrading the reality-stability of the region. Reports of widespread sickness increased as suspicions grew that some sort of plague had descended upon the village, accompanied by rumours of witchcraft or some divine punishment being cast upon the citizens. Jamsheh's investigation included using a saw and bolt cutter to Extremely unlikely that a weapons-grade reality core could be disassembled by one individual with primitive tools.remove a piece of SCP-5495's casing and peer inside. The removal of the casing quadrupled the speed of reality-degradation by exposing significantly more of the core substance. Jamsheh himself almost instantly received a massive overdose, likely causing No feasible explanation for how Foundation investigators were able to infer this level of detail without experience.rapid warping and distortion of physical structure and composition, followed by a sudden return to normality, resulting in massive internal trauma, destruction of bones and organs, failure of conception, and internal liquification. It is unclear whether Jamsheh died as a result of this, or survived in a semi-real state until August 20th. Meanwhile, spontaneous reality failures were occurring in the homes of other villagers: I think that was the most scared I've ever been in my life. I was sitting at the dinner table with Amir and Papa, and… I asked someone to pass the dish. Amir reached out, and everything just… shook. Like the world was buzzing with violence. It only lasted for a split second, but I could tell Papa felt it too, because I saw him make a face. Then Amir touched the dish and it turned into a dead cow, trussed up and bleeding from skewers, then Mother, then Najibullah3, and then Amir, all in a second. He screamed, so did I, and Papa asked us why we were shouting, and we saw nothing had happened at all. I know what I saw. A glimpse of what was to come. The reality level of the village had already fallen to dangerous lows, and the density of ontokinetically-capable individuals rapidly increasing resulted in a full collapse of consensus reality on August 20th. Collapse In the early morning of August 20th, Farhad Behzadi died in his bed. However, the local area of destabilized reality caused by his contamination resulted in his corpse rising and going about the house in a jerking, puppet-like gait and speaking to the rest of the family. This illusion faltered when the corpse, still subject to physical decomposition, succumbed to rigor mortis, and collapsed in the middle of the kitchen during breakfast with his parents and Hashem — no one had discovered Jamsheh's body, and Raazyah had gone into town to get groceries. Upon the realization that Farhad was and had been dead, the collective ontokinetic potential of Hussein, Latifa, Hashem, and Farhad's corpse was unleashed in an emotional rage that is believed to have set off an explosive chain reaction — when villagers in Andar saw the Behzadi homestead at the corona of a blinding explosion of color, their panic and fear involuntarily activated their abilities, forming a positive feedback loop. Eyewitness accounts of this are extremely difficult to separate from ontokinetic creations and hallucinations, but a general image can be gathered: It was exhilarating. The worst thing I have ever lived through, inarguably. I was in the mountains when the Russians invaded and when they pulled out, I lived through the fighting and the shelling and the Talibans. This was a fresh kind of agony. I saw my house be stripped away layer-by-layer like a cow being skinned, exposing the sinewy skeleton inside. My family became a series of giggling explosions, mortar shells frozen midway through detonating. They danced around my head as the sun came up and back down, a thousand times in a second. The ground was much too far away, but I could feel my toes touch it before my toes stopped being there. I was a series of blocks and rods, then calligraphy, then the goat I kept as a child. I could see in all six directions and all my neighbors, friends, families, all were doing the same thing. It went on for days as my home, the home of my parents and their parents and their parents before them, just…. fell apart, in front of our very eyes, because there was never really anything holding it together at all. We were all just there, living out some unreal personal Hell. Or Heaven, maybe. I'm not too sure. Intervention At this point, a Foundation source in the district's police force became aware of the events transpiring in Andar, and submitted an investigation advisory. One of these agents was an embedded GOC sleeper agent, who alerted Regional Command to a likely Type-Green PTE on-location.Two agents from Kabul were dispatched to the village, arriving in a Jeep: Well, it was a nightmare, wasn't it? A disaster. It was like a surrealist warzone. Most of the mud-and-clay houses had been properly destroyed, reduced to some wet purple cubic substance that only resembled rubble. The village square was, I remember, the distended and taffy-stretched bodies of a man and his wife laying next to themselves, on and on and on into the infinite horizon. Then I took a step and I was past them. I'm still not sure whether the- the corpses had been vastly multiplied in on themselves or whether I was being looped around and around the town. The sky was a peculiar shade of water, and the water… well, I think that's not relevant. My point is that it was horrible. I know it sounds like I'm being cavalier, but that's because.. it's one of those things that you see and you just… don't quite process it, your brain decides you'll be more effective if you just maintain a layer of disconnect with your surroundings. A dissociation of necessity. A lot of the details are faded, now, but I remember one thing - a light, soft hissing coming from everywhere all at once, barely perceptible over the fires and the intense bum-ba-bum and the sounds of a bleeding ground. A very quiet and a very strained screaming. Agents retreated from the village, reporting the situation to the field office in Kabul, which relayed it to Site-34. Tactical Response Team Romeo-Nine "Sandstorm" was discreetly deployed to establish a containment cordon and assess the situation. Officers equipped with Kant counters determined the location was in a state of dramatically unstable and shifting reality, and authorized the aerial drop and activation of a Mobile Scranton Reality Anchor from a CH-47 Chinook. The MSRA landed in the village center and began functioning, allowing Romeo-Niner to move in and secure the area shortly before the Assessment Team 0296 "Clay and Fire", followed by Strike Team 0995 "Dune Demons".arrival of Global Occult Coalition forces. Cleanup Of a population of ~450, 98 survivors were rescued by the Foundation, the vast majority suffering from some form of reality-manipulated syndromes, including but not limited to: expulsion of living mammals, substitution of blood and organs with mundane household objects, fractally infinite bodies, altered conceptions of self, base identity and body changes, a litany of mental issues (anomalous and non-anomalous), and spontaneous implosion. While the abilities were much more limited in scope following the enforcement of consensus reality on the region and the resulting smaller Hume differential, they were still considerable and numerous. Kant counters tracking the epicenter of the collapse of reality found two points of note; the location that had once held the Behzadi household and the Hashem household. The former had been entirely annihilated; the house and property had simply vanished, leaving behind a low, wide crater containing Hashem, Raazyah, and Hussein all in shock and suffering from acute paralysis in addition to the ontokinetic effects of the others. Farhad's body had, according to the group, 'not become', and taken his mother with him. The Hashem household led to the discovery of SCP-5495 as the root cause of the incident, as well as of the liquefied remains of Jamsheh Behzadi. Type-Green and amnestic treatment were used to gradually return surviving victims to a state of relative normality. Due to classified methods, GOC troops were not allowed on-site for the duration of the Foundation occupation, to much consternation. The approximate timeline above was constructed using testimony from the surviving actors prior to amnesticization4. Conclusion The events caused by SCP-5495 have resulted in significant damage to the lives of all individuals involved, whether they survived or not. The more harshly-affected individuals were unable to be returned to normality and have surrendered themself to humane Foundation containment as Persons of Interest. They will be provided medical care for the duration of their lives. All corpses and bodies pulled from the rubble of Andar have been cremated where possible and otherwise destroyed. The ashes and remains are stored at Site-34 in the same isolation chamber as SCP-5495 itself, in telekill-lined steel urns. It is believed the latent ontokinetic properties of the remains will This degree of estimation is beyond current science available to PTOLEMY Research and Development; indicated the Foundation either has a significantly more advanced understanding of anomalous sciences than previously thought, or have previous experience with this degree of Type-Green contamination. not entirely subside to negligible levels for another 150 years at minimum: I don't know why this happened. Divine punishment, making us Sodom and Gomorrah to teach Lut's wife a lesson. Supernatural, witchcraft, something. I don't know. I know that I'm never going to be able to visit the graves of my family and that's someone's fault. I don't even know if I want them to pay, but I want them to know what they did. Just hurry and make me forget like the others. While ORIA is generally spiteful of perceived Western judgement, historically they prefer to exercise an almost excessive degree of caution in all activities.The recklessness and negligence of ORIA in adequately storing and disposing of their parawaste has caused catastrophic damage and loss of life for uninvolved civilians. However, due to ORIA's complete denial of any involvement in the events, retaliatory action or exigent investigation is inadvisable at best. PSYCHE ITEM CHARLIE The following encoded communications were intercepted at Foundation Site-34 by a deep-cover PSYCHE Special Observer. | 09031990████Z | ENCODED TRAFFIC | TO: S-001>109385 | FROM: S-34>093842 | RE: OPERATION FLAMING LANTERN COLLAPSED SRA + VICTIM REMAINS ARE IN CONTAINMENT @ 34, RESTRICTED TO LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE SURVIVOR AUTOPSIES SCHEDULED FOR TWO WEEKS DOCUMENT TRANSFER UPDATE? SOME ADMINS WORRIED ORIA DIPLOMATS MAY TRY TO RAISE FUSS WITH GOCS | 09031990████Z | ENCODED TRAFFIC | TO: S-34>093842 | FROM: S-001>109385 | RE: OPERATION FLAMING LANTERN SUCCESS - AMBASSADORS ACCEPTED DOCUMENT AS SIGN OF COOPERATION + REPARATION FOR TURNING AWAY STRIKE TEAMS ORIA OF LOW RISK WHO'S GONNA BELIEVE THEM? Footnotes 1. Foundation multipurpose site in Balochistan, Pakistan 2. Foundation compartmentalized security nomenclature; equivalent to Top Secret. 3. President of Afghanistan from 1987 to 1992. 4. Foundation practice of chemically erasing memories from civilian witnesses. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "EXTDOC-5495" by Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5495. 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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Any staff found utilizing SCP-5496 in any way, unless explicitly authorized otherwise, are subject to immediate debriefing and possible disciplinary action. Should any anomalous activity characteristic of likely SCP-5496 usage be observed by staff, it should be immediately reported to their superiors, Site-43 administration, and/or members of the SCP-5496 research team.2 No feasible methods of long-term physical containment are currently known, due to factors such as SCP-5496’s penchant for spontaneous translocation to other locations around the site if it becomes sufficiently obstructed from access by members of site staff; its super-durability against all forms of material damage tested so far; and the inability to maintain visual warnings or messages advising against use within the vicinity of SCP-5496 itself. As such, current containment tactics primarily center on recurring instruction to all on-site staff of the properties and dangers posed by SCP-5496.3 Individual personnel of sufficient clearance may submit containment and testing proposals for review. While this file has been given a default clearance level of Three (lvl 3/5496) for all other sites and posts, all Site-43 employees have been given special provisional level 1/5496 clearance to view the bulk of this file. All such employees are to read this file at least once in its entirety, and to be proactively apprised of any significant updates as necessary. Additionally, monthly weekly reminders are to be given to all Site-43 staff that any complaints, issues, or suggestions relating to perceived issues with some aspect of their workplace environment are to be directed through the appropriate channels via Hiring and Regulation; and that there is not now, nor has there ever been, any sort of officially sanctioned Site “Suggestion Box.” Description: SCP-5496 is a small box found affixed to various walls from all around the interior of Site-43 since its sudden appearance on February 12, 2022, with the words “Suggestion Box” prominently displayed across the front, and a smaller inscription written on its right side: Hello, Foundation staff! Here at Site-43, we strive to push boundaries and incorporate novel and non-traditional strategies in our perpetual mission of Securing, Containing, and Protecting anomalies from the world and the world from anomalies. However, there's always room for improvements, so we'd like to hear your ideas, fellow Foundationers! Just fill out a slip, drop it in, and your concerns shall be addressed as quickly as possible! - Chief Administrator Karen T. Hellstorm4 SCP-5496. Whenever these instructions are followed, a unique anomalous event will occur based on the contents of the submitted “suggestion.” The exact nature and effects of such incidents vary, but almost always involve "granting" the submitted requests; primarily in senses that honor the letter of the request in an overly literal, exact, or unusual manner, and while paying little to no consideration to the intended meaning itself. These requests vary in their ultimate utility to the triggering user, providing them with some overall benefit at least as often as any detriment. At the same time, particular effects almost invariably detract from broader Site-43 operational efficiency, capacity, and/or security.5 SCP-5496 itself is made of an unknown, extremely durable material visually reminiscent of rusted metal. Small pencils and slips of paper are also present next to a horizontal opening at the top.6 Discovery: SCP-5496 was unwittingly “discovered" and utilized by a number of staff over a three-day period. Specifically, it was used by staff who did not initially recognize its anomalous properties or a potential connection to the recent major increase in the number of on-site accidents, technical failures, and maintenance issues. Most staff outside of either the Quantum Supermechanics or physically adjacent Research and Experimentation sections, including those in Hiring and Regulation and administrative positions, remained initially unaware of the appearances of SCP-5496. It wasn't until the morning of February 14, 2022, that any staff members directly noted the apparent anomalous results which followed submissions to SCP-5496. Dr. Xinyi Du, Chair of Quantum Supermechanics, reported the appearance of SCP-5496-1 and his team's suspicions of its anomalous nature. A video log is available below; ■ View Video Log ■ □ Close Log □ Foreword: The following log was taken from Section 5a break room security camera footage. <Begin Log> Jr. Researchers Mindy Wright and Thad Cameron are seated at a table discussing a popular television show as Dr. Xinyi Du enters the room. Du: Hey guys. Wright and Cameron both wave and continue their discussion as Du makes his way to the refrigerator. After removing a bottle of water, Du notices the instance of SCP-5496 affixed to the far wall. Du: What the hell is that? Wright: (Looking up) Oh, the suggestion box? Yeah, I mean the note kind of explains it. I don’t know when they put it up though. Cameron: I think it was the day before yesterday. Du: This seems kind of odd to me. Doesn’t really seem like the Foundation’s style… Cameron: What do you mean? Du: C’mon, in what universe would the Foundation base its internal conflict management on soliciting complaints and suggestions via a little box in the break room… Was there an email, or, uh, some kind of notice about this? Wright: Not that I know of, but maybe it wasn’t a big enough deal to bother. Du: Are you kidding? They send out notices about everything, no matter how small. Besides, there’s already a sophisticated system in place for submitting things like grievances and proposing workplace changes on the Intranet. Honestly, I’m not sure this should even be here… Around this time, Junior researcher Joel Davenport enters the breakroom, and presumably overhearing the conversation in progress, elects to provide his own opinion as he pulls a slip and a pencil from SCP-5496. Davenport: Oh Dr. Du, you’re always so cynical. I, for one, think the box is a neat little way to solicit feedback from us little worker ants. Wright: What are you writing now? Davenport: Oh, just to turn up the heat in the QS labs a bit. It’s always too chilly in there. Davenport turns to deposit his slip into SCP-5496-1. Du: Look, I’m just saying, I’m not sure we should just ta— Du is interrupted by the sound of an explosion originating down the hall, as well as the blare of the fire alarms immediately after. Davenport turns to look at his colleagues and then back at SCP-5496. Davenport: Y’all, uh… y'all don't think that was related, right? <END LOG> □ Close Log □ Addendum 5496.01: Activation Incidents Initial incidents later linked to SCP-5496 usage were determined via cross-reference with security footage of the room where SCP-5496 initially appeared, and questioning of staff seen using SCP-5496 as to exact requests when necessary. ■ Results of Pre-Containment Usage ■ □ Close Log □ INCIDENT 12.02.22.JK: Senior Researcher Jason Kaplowitz; February 12, 2022 Request: “A new coffee maker for this break room, the current one barely functions.” Result: A small, potted Coffea arabica sapling appeared in place of the normal coffee machine Additional Notes: The whereabouts of the original machine have not been discovered. INCIDENT 13.02.22.HB: Archives and Revision Chair Harold Blank; February 13, 2022 Request: “Revamp the ventilation system or something around the Archives Section, the smell from the acroamatic abatement processing can be overpowering at times.” Result: Twenty-seven high-powered industrial fans appeared scattered around the Archives and Revision Section wing overnight, often located immediately next to (and directed towards) document and file shelves, causing a large number of physical documents to scatter and mix together across large areas of floor and desk space. Additional Notes: Cleanup and reorganization of physical files took nineteen hours over a three-day period, though most physical documents were recovered without extensive or irreversible damage.7~8 INCIDENT 13.02.22.MW: Junior researcher Mindy Wright; February 13, 2022 Request: Finally fix that middle elevator in the QS Section entrance. It's slow as shit and sometimes doesn’t even stop at the right floor. Result: The elevator referenced in the request greatly increased in acceleration rate, with passengers experiencing up G-forces of up to around 6.5 G’s. Additional Notes: Seven staff suffered moderate-to-severe injuries before the affected elevator was deactivated entirely. The effect was not removed after attempted repair and experimental reactivation, and remains offline indefinitely. INCIDENT 14.02.22.CF: Janitor Cora Fritz (JM.37); February 14, 2022 Request: Start providing advance warning to the rest of us when Deering is scheduled to work in the same area. That “Doug” of his never stops being any less frightening, and it can be hard to focus when he’s there, but maybe at least some time to mentally prepare would help a little. Result: All active Janitorial and Maintenance employees other than SCP-5056-B received emails from the internally-unassigned address ten.pcs|6945_xoBnoitsegguS#ten.pcs|6945_xoBnoitsegguS, with each email containing digital copies of all Site-43 staff schedules for the week, even files of preliminary or high-clearance-only schedules. I&T quickly scrubbed the email from employee inboxes, and did so again the next day when a new batch was generated.9 A specialized filtering program was quickly designed to search for and automatically delete future emails in the future. Additional Notes: J&M employees who reported reading any of the documents were provided amnestics. Daily emails outlining internal scheduling information for all Site-43 staff members continue to generate, but the Filter program remains successful in removing them immediately after generation. □ Close Log □ Additionally, even since the implementation of site-wide warnings and explicit instruction against the usage and activation of SCP-5496, several instances of staff doing so anyway have occurred since. Approved examples are outlined below. ■ Results of Unauthorized Usage ■ □ Close Log □ INCIDENT 28.02.22.PG 28/02/2022, Field Agent Arthur Jameson, February 28. Request: Return of Casual Friday for all field agents with no current or imminent deployments. Result: All agents meeting the referenced criteria began to dress, work and behave with uncharacteristic and drastic unprofessionalism every Friday. Though agents profess remembering their experiences and mindset afterward, they also report variations of unshakeable nihilism, and almost universally indicate that nothing that’s said to them in that state would likely shake them. Additional Notes: The recurring effect proved immune to amnestics, hypnotherapy, targeted memetic agents, etc. until Dir. McInnis officially reinstated Casual Fridays in its original form. The effect did not return even when tentatively removed once again on February 19, 2022. INCIDENT 02.03.21.WW: Dr. William Wettle; March 2, 2022 Request: More restocking of pens, markers, etc. They seem to get lost faster than they get resupplied. Result: A supply closet in Section 14c was spontaneously filled to the room's boundaries im every side with various kinds of writing utensils, discovered by Dr. Wettle himself later the same afternoon. Dr. Wettle sustained mild injuries from the cascade of such instruments after opening the closet door. Additional Notes: While initially assumed that the writing instruments had been anomalously generated, web-crawlers soon alerted the Foundation to reports of “sudden disappearances” of such objects in nearby localities, often including multiple instruments and/or witnesses in the locations, with accidental footage confiscated from one local high-schooler’s phone confirming that the sudden de-manifestation of three students' pencils occurred simultaneously to Dr. Wettle depositing his suggestion slip into SCP-5496. INCIDENT 09.03.22.PG: Junior Researcher Phil Grady; March 9,, 2022 Request: Make Jr. researcher P. Grady a Senior researcher, with an exciting new project assignment. Result: Researcher Grady appeared to rapidly increase in apparent physical age, taking on the appearance and several health issues characteristic of a human male in or around their eighties. Review of internal records found Grady’s title of Jr. Researcher had not been changed, but his current project had been, to SCP-████. Additional Notes: This reassignment was canceled, and researcher Grady has been removed from all active assignments pending the eventual conclusion of ongoing disciplinary proceedings. INCIDENT 12.03.22.WW Dr. William Wettle; March 12, 2022 Request: Instatement of a “Top Replication Specialist of the year”10 award and bonus. Result: No known immediate effects, but the potential for anomalous effects to any future end-of-the-year staff awards, bonuses, and/or related operations cannot be ruled out.11 Additional Notes: Though claims of forgetfulness regarding SCP-5496 multiple times were initially deemed dubious, Dr. Wettle’s explanation was verified to as high a degree of confidence as currently attainable through the utilization of the [REDACTED] Verification Protocols. Additionally, Dr. Wettle has the lowest Cognitive Resiliency Index (CRI) score of all senior research staff; potential correlation to CRI scores and an employee's vulnerability to hypothetical antimemetic secondary properties is under investigation.12 ~13 □ Close Log □ Note: Only one Foundation employee (Jr. Researcher Phil Grady) has admitted to deliberately ignoring warnings. Other users have almost universally claimed to have forgotten the instructions against use. Investigation into such claims is ongoing, especially as a potential indication of previously-undiscovered antimemetic and/or infohazardous secondary properties related to SCP-5496. Addendum 5496.02: Previous Containment Strategies The following is a running log summarizing prior SCP-5496 containment strategies and the results of their attempted implementations. This log may be updated as necessary should current tactics be found insufficient, and modified accordingly at any point in the future. ■ View Log ■ □ Close Logs □ Method: Physically dismantling instances for removal. Results: SCP-5496 and the material it is made out of show extremely high durability, showing effective imperviousness to cutting, scraping, blunt force, high pressures, fire, and acid. Additional Notes: None. Method: Remove surrounding wall, with SCP-5496 still affixed to the removed portion. Results: SCP-5496 translocated. Additional Notes: None. Method: Cover any instance with sealed metal cases at their present location to prevent any direct access. Results: SCP-5496 translocated. Additional Notes: None. Method: Put up highly visible warning signs around instances to alert staff and warn them not to utilize the object. Results: All warning signs and posters in immediate vicinity translocated. SCP-5496 remained in its prior location. Additional Notes: Each individual piece of warning material appears to have translocated to different locations, all of which appear to function either directly or indirectly towards general waste disposal. Examples of places where warning materials or their remains were subsequently found include three separate nearby garbage bins, two paper shredders, filters from one Acroamatic Abatement processor, and the containment cell of SCP-████ Method: Make a “suggestion” that SCP-5496 be permanently removed from Site-43. Results: All direct mentions of SCP-5496 by its previous designation, SCP-[DATA CORRUPTED] removed from internal and digital documentation when accessed on-site. This does not extend to its newer (and current) designation of SCP-5496. Additional Notes: Effect does not extend outside grounds of Site-43, and the previous designation has since been successfully reassigned. That article has been programmed to display an alternate item number and an accompanying note of explanation when accessed from within Site-43. Method: Make a “suggestion” that any and all anomalous suggestion boxes be permanently removed from Site-43. Results: A slip of paper is launched back out of the opening two seconds later, simply reading “Nah.” Additional Notes: This is the only known instance of SCP-5496 refusing to follow a suggestion submitted to it by at least some possible interpretation of their content. It is unknown what else may trigger similar non-compliance, but the possibility of further testing so as to determine SCP-5496’s limits has been deemed strongly inadvisable. Method: Give recurring warnings and reminders to all Site-43 staff, regardless of station and clearance level, not to engage with SCP-5496 without direct written authorization from either SCP-5496 head researcher Donovan Carey or Site Director Allan McInnis. Results: Significant minimization of incidents related to SCP-5496, though not cessation. Additional Notes: Current primary containment protocol. □ Close Logs □ Addendum 5496.03: D-Class Incident Background: On March 11, 2022, a member of maintenance staff moved a large potted plant from beside SCP-5496’s contemporaneous location to directly in front of SCP-5496, in order to vacuum the area underneath. This apparently exceeded SCP-5496’s obstruction threshold, as the instance translocated immediately after. After moving the plant back and noticing the absence of SCP-5496, the employee alerted his superiors, and search for its new location began. For two days, despite intensive search, the object could not be located, until Dr. Eileen Vaskaar of the Identity and Cryptotechnography Department reported that SCP-5496’s new location had been determined (further information on its rediscovery is restricted to Level 5 clearance due to its inherent information security concerns). ■ LEVEL 5496/5 ACCESS ONLY ■ □ ACCESS GRANTED □ SCP-5496 was discovered to have translocated to Acroamatic Abatement Facility AAF-W, the location where SCP-5520 is currently stationed and effectively contained while continuing to conduct largely self-directed research related to various anomalous phenomena. Subsequent correspondence with SCP-5520 indicates that SCP-5520 was and remains unaware of the exact anomalous nature of SCP-5496. Relevant Correspondence with I&T Junior Researcher Paris Gibson is included below: [13/03/2022] Hello, I would like to inquire about my request from yesterday, specifically as to whether I actually made it, and if so, whether anyone received it. Res. Gibson: I’m sorry, no, I don’t see any record of a “request.” If you can just ask again now, however, I can make sure it’s looked into. Well I guess it was more of a suggestion really. I believe I wrote that a more readily available supply of biological material for testing would be helpful for a couple of current projects I’m working on. Res. Gibson: Wait, when you say "suggestion"… Res. Gibson: Did you submit this via a sort of ‘suggestion box’ by any chance, if one appeared down there? Yes in fact, I somehow just noticed there was one in my cavern. IS one, I suppose I should say, as it’s still there. Then again, maybe it’s only here because I imagined that it was here, and so now it is here… It’s so hard for me to tell these days. Res. Gibson: …Hold on one moment. Res. Gibson: Ok, if you could just do one simple thing for me, I’ll make sure to get you more research materials. Oh Goodie, more research materials, I needed some more biological materials for my experiments, actually! What was it that you needed from me? Res. Gibson: I just need you to cover up or block off that box in some way. Though no direct reply came, SCP-5520 presumably complied as contemporaneous security footage showed SCP-5496 re-appearing at Area 4b in the first sublevel of Site-43 proper, shortly after Res. Gibson sent off the last message. The exact nature of how SCP-5520’s submission would be fulfilled remained unclear until the following day. □ ACCESS GRANTED □ Shortly after its rediscovery and the intentional triggering of SCP-5496's translocation property, it was quickly identified to have moved to Security and Containment Area 4b in the first sublevel of Site-43, where it currently remains. At 4:34 PM on March 14, 2022, an unrequested allotment of eight D-Class Personnel arrived at Site-43.14 Despite this, available records confirmed the request for and approval of this D-Class allotment, and its redirection from the original destination of Provisional Site-███ The anomalously redirected D-Class were moved to a more securable area within the topmost sublevel, while a quickly organized internal investigation traced the modification of the D-Class request and destitnation records to shortly after SCP-5496's March 11 relocation event. Four site security officers led the D-class to their ad-hoc, temporary housing area that was arranged to hold them until their situation was straightened out internally, and the D-class once again transported to a new site. Unfortunately, neither security staff nor those particular members in Hiring and Regulation that had been placed in charge of arranging accommodations had yet been alerted to SCP-5496’s current location, and allowed the new D-Class to enter into the same hall in which the object now resided. During this time, one of the D-Class was later observed via security footage to have made two submissions to SCP-5496, which are outlined below along with their respective effects. ■ D-Class Submissions ■ □ Close Log □ User: D-40110 Request: Tell us what the [ILLEGIBLE]lly goin on i[ILLEGIBLE]hole! Result: After depositing the suggestion slip, D-40110 appeared to take on an unfocused stare, eventually nodding as if listening to someone or something. After 33 seconds, D-40110 frantically turned around and wrote out another suggestion slip. Additional Notes: Footage of D-40110’s writing was partially obstructed by another D-class between the security camera and its view of the edge of the paper slip as it was being written. User: D-40110 Request: [ILLEGIBLE]15 Result: D-40110 disappears, as do six of the other seven fellow D-Class Personnel on-site at the time.16 Additional Notes: Other anomalous results considered possible depending on the unknown contents of D-40110’s second submission were prepared for, including the sudden appearance of [REDACTED], but no other potential anomalous results from this event have been identified at this time. □ Close Log □ As the accompanying internal security agents were all conversing amongst one another across the room at this time (with none actually facing the D-class they were ostensibly guarding), they failed to directly witness the event. The only in-person witness was Dr. William Wettle, who had somehow gotten lost again on the way back to his office after lunch.17 Dr. Wettle reported wondering into the hall and seeing "ten D-class just disappear out of thin air".18 causing him to jump back and trip over a stray chair in shock, leading to a twisted ankle and fractured hip. Debriefing took place from his medical bed, but was ultimately deemed of minimal value upon confirmation of much more reliable video footage capturing the event. Dr. Wettle has since made a full though slow-going recovery from his injuries, with only modest-to-moderate complications. D-04576 was successfully relocated from Site-43 on March 15, 2022, where he remained prior to his expiration on March 18, 2022 as a natural result of his assigned research duties his new Site. The rest of the D-Class contingent's current whereabouts remain unknown at this time. Foundation efforts since the incident at identifying and recapturing these individuals, who are now considered to have effectively escaped Foundation custody, have failed up to this point. Attempts at discovering any evidence of any additional anomalous effects related to their disappearance, or the exact wording and/or nature of the triggering SCP-5496 submission, are ongoing. Footnotes 1. Currently the 3rd-floor east wing hallway, as of 13/03/22 2. Witnesses should prioritize who to report based primarily on whoever can be most promptly alerted among any of these groups. 3. However, any potentially workable methods to better contain SCP-5496 remain the subject of ongoing research and testing; as reflected by the Truculent Sub-Class designation, which signifies that the anomaly is fundamentally unpredictable, with containment continuously adapted to an ever-changing set of circumstances. 4. Believed to be a misrendering of Administration and Oversight Chief Karen T. Elstrom. Chief Elstrom confirmed that she had no prior knowledge of SCP-5496 or its sudden presence on-site. 5. See Addendum 5496.01 for examples and further detail. 6. Though displaying no anomalous properties in themselves, SCP-5496 will anomalously generate new pencils and slips of paper to replace those taken. 7. If you were in a car accident and just "MOST" of your bones didn't suffer "extensive or irreversible damage", would you consider yourself basically fine??? - Chair Harold Blank 8. No, but I don't have multiple redundant scanned, digital copies of each bone that I usually use instead of the originals anyway. Stop whining. - Dir. A. McInnis 9. A stylized yet detailed animation of "Doug" peeking out of an abstract trapdoor was noted to accompany such emails at seemingly random intervals. 10. Though no such formal title exists, Dr. Wettle is the only member of senior research staff at Site-43 whose duties specifically and almost solely focus on replication studies and similar confirmational research. 11. In an attempt to circumvent this possibility, the official creation of the described-award and an accompanying financial incentive of $1.00 CAD has been approved by Dir. McInnis, following the apparent success of a similar response to SCP-5496 Incident 14.03.22.D1 (See Addendum 5496.03 for more detail). 12. Is it really necessary to include the second sentence? You know, Basic Personal Privacy Rights or something? -Res. W. Wettle 13. Consider it your disciplinary action. - Dir. A. McInnis 14. Site-43 does not utilize D-class Personnel in its research or operations, nor does even it have the infrastructure or logistical capacity to do so. 15. D-40110’s back was to the camera and blocked any view of the written contents he produced. 16. Of note is the fact that the one exception, D-04576, had been observed acting in a hostile manner to D-40110 on multiple occasions, according to the operative who delivered them and the others to Site-43. D-04576 was observes to loudly exclaim a string of profanities upon noticing the disappearance of the other D-Class personnel, mostly directed at the now absent D-40110. 17. This has been a somewhat regularly recurring pattern over Dr. Wettle's almost-three decades stationed at Site-43. Of note, both his office and the dining commons are located on a completely different level of the site than the one he stumbled into in the midst of this anomalous event. 18. Dr. Wettle has a well-documented habit of poor counting skills. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5496" by RealSurrealSir, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5496. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-5497 | euclid | Alright, just put that there. And, uhh… might as well get started. I've probably done this before. Attention Automated restriction of this document is not possible. If you do not have Level 4-5497 clearance do not continue reading. Item Number: SCP-5497 Special Containment Procedures: Any personnel that view this document without Level-4-5497 clearance are to immediately visit their site's local amnestisicist and have their memory of viewing this document removed. This is not necessarily an urgent matter, as SCP-5497 is considered benign. However, unauthorized duplication of this document and/or any sharing of information regarding SCP-5497 will result in disciplinary action. Research Lab 127 at Site 17 is to remain locked whenever SCP-5497 is not being tested. Keys to unlock it are found in Dr. Ziegler's office. SCP-5497-1 may be entered either to conduct testing or to edit this document. The procedures for thorough testing or editing are detailed below. A paper copy of this document is to be printed. Any text deemed extraneous is to be whited out and the copy may be additionally modified to accommodate any desired edits. The copy is to be given to the test subject. The test subject is to read through it several times. The test subject is to enter SCP-5497-1 and the door sealed behind them. The subject is to immediately reread the entirety of the document given to them. If further testing has been planned, testing may now begin, if not, the subject must immediately exit SCP-5497-1. Only one test subject may enter SCP-5497-1 at a time. Staff should be present when the test subject exits SCP-5497. If utmost care is not taken in enacting these procedures, The Foundation's documentation on SCP-5497 may be corrupted or completely lost. Description: SCP-5497 refers to any document or means of information storage that relates to SCP-5497. This includes not only physical and digital documentation, but also the portions of a person's memories dedicated to SCP-5497. SCP-5497-1 refers to a room at Research Lab 127 of Site-17. Physically, SCP-5497-1 is 3x3x2 meter room constructed of plywood, and painted white, with one entrance and wooden supports on its exterior. The interior walls are lined with an interconnected grid of wires, conduit, receptacles, switches, LED lights, and logic controllers. Portions of this grid are arranged into glyphs, most of which are known to be memory inducing in nature. Interfering with this grid or with the switches on the gird is strictly forbidden, even for testing purposes. When a person enters SCP-5497-1 their entire conscious stream of thought starting from moment the door to SCP-5497-1 closes is recorded and interpreted as text. When the door is reopened, this recording overwrites all existing copies of SCP-5497. This is what necessitates this entire document being read by anyone who enters SCP-5497-1, as their thoughts overwrite all information pertaining to SCP-5497. There is evidence that this document has been nearly wiped clean before, necessitating most of our information about SCP-5497 being rediscovered through testing. Enough information survived the most recent wipe to convey that the wipe was caused by changing the state of one of the switches in SCP-5497-1, and that memories were not previously affected by SCP-5497. Attempts to undo the wipe resulted in SCP-5497 replacing the code that restricts access to this document with the text form of this document. The origin of SCP-5497-1 is assume to have been deleted by one of these wipes. The following are conclusions from previous testing with SCP-5497. All future edits to this document are to be added to this section. There is no way to record anything other than basic text into SCP-5497. Allowing more than one person to enter SCP-5497-1 at a time will cause their thoughts to be transcribed on top of each other, rendering the resulting text illegible. Following this test SCP-5497 had to be thoroughly analyzed to rediscover its meaning. Paper or digital documents will expand to encompass new text added upon generating a larger version of SCP-5497. Overwrite will occur on a person's memories if they have knowledge that an overwrite will occur. Overwrite will occur on any digital files related to SCP-5497, but the name of said files will not be overwritten. Memories of previous versions of this document cannot be recovered with mnestics. Listing of specifics is to be avoided where possible. Dates in particular are subject to being misread and have caused problems in the past. Breaks in consciousness, such as sleeping without dreaming, are not recorded by SCP-5497. Addendum: Okay, that's it… Now it's testing time. Well we got, uuhh, we're going to try to test REM sleep. It seems that during that, uh last test the guy was asleep but he didn't dream. I have some pills here, they're for.. sleeping and inducing REM sleep. So that way I'll have a dream. I also have a cot to sleep on and a blindfold since we can't turn off the lights in here. I'm going to set an alarm for 4 hours from now.. Which it's 5:28 now. 6, 7, 8, 9, 9:30 There we go. And uhh, pills. Ahhck! You'd think I'd be better at taking pills with this job. Well, I got the alarm, pills, cot, and.. and uh that's everything, So I got to sleep. Try to sleep. Try to sleep. It takes a while I guess. Just a while. This isn't the first time I've taken any kind of sleeping pills is it? Huh, I wonder if I was the one who did the last test on this? So on Monday was when I had to go with Dr. Ziegler to figure out what this document meant. Just a pre schedule meeting, there were more people there, it took us most of the day. Tuesday we started to prepare for testing, that was a bit shorter. Wednesday l was training for this all day. And today is testing day. Why was I chosen for testing? Last Friday. I try to think of it, and this document just fills up my head. I must have done something with it then. Was the last test Thursday or Friday? You know the calendar might have it. I don't think it was overwritten. Must be too simple or something. There's something going on with that calendar. One week didn't feel like long enough to prepare for this. Especially if we do this every week. What did I do last week? There's a lot of gaps with just this document filling them, so I must have been. You know, I don't have to think about this now, just cause the last tester did. Just try to think about nothing, it'll make deciphering this easier next week. … nothing it kinda works … There's a presentation room, there are multiple people sat around the center desk. They are formal. A man is standing at the end of the desk of the room. He is also formal. He is speaking. You really just need to abandon this idea of you. It's not helpful for this. Look, if I made a copy of your conscious stream of thought and uploaded it to a computer, which would you say is you? OK, now you wake up one day and find out that you've been uploaded to a computer. But this fleshy version of you claims to be more you than you are, and thus you are not entitled to any of your belongings, accounts, or relationships. You'd probably be pretty mad. But that never has happened to you. Why is there any continuity to your thoughts. You’ve never woken up in a different body than the one you went to bed in. There are infinite continuities out there, which mean there are infinite yous out there. Why is it that every day you wake up to continue this one continuity where there's causality and things make sense. The thing is… you don't. You dream. There are murmurs from the crowd. OH, Don't bring reality into this. From your perspective, which is the only perspective that should matter to you, everything that happens to you feels real. Dreams feel real. Wherever your stream of thought goes is where you go. And these different continuities, these different lives that you live. What if we could record them. What if we could move to or from them at will. What if we could implant them over the boring reality of thoughts we normally have to deal with? You, from the crowd, speaks up. "I'm sorry but we are on a tight schedule, and you still haven't given us a realistic way to approach this ." Realistic? It doesn't need to be realistic! He approaches you. After everything I've told you, why would you still assume that!? Why do you still think things exist outside of your perspective? Why do you still hold onto some vague concept of you? Why do you think that this is still real? Why would you assume this is real?! Snap out of it! Wake up! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP! Uhh. 9:30. uhh. come on turn off. I, uhh, ok. Dreams. Come on wake up. Uhh.. I. Did I dream? Maybe, it's very vague… You know this is useless. Every day I wake up and go to this stupid job where nothing makes sense. Look sorry I'm tired but, this is the exact same thing that was written on the last document. Why can't we try to record some of it. Just to make sure that we're not stuck testing the same thing every week. I know the document says to keep it simple to stop misinformation, but what if that just got made up along the way. Like, are we actually getting anything done with testing this? Just get all the stuff, I just want to get out of here. I have the papers, the clock, bed, water, nothing left behind. We're good to go. For the record, this is at least the third sleeping test. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5497" by DrLloydJenkins, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5497. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-5498 | safe | close Info X 93.45% (+57) 6.55% (-4) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item #: SCP-5498 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5498 is to remain suspended in opaque stasis gel, which is then stored within a dark containment locker, void of light. Description: SCP-5498 is a set of two ambulatory eyeballs with unknown thaumaturgic symbols tattooed on the sclera. SCP-5498 was capable of observing and transmitting both visual and audible data to PoI-0971 ("Masego Anavrin"). Discovery SCP-5498 was discovered during a raid on an organization known as the Fifth Commune in Lyndhurst, New Jersey. At the time, SCP-5498 resided within Himani Patel's eye sockets1. Patel was a latent reality bender with strong connections to the Fifth Commune. It is speculated that she had intimate relationships with the Fifth Commune's leading figures, including PoI-0971. According to Foundation agents within the Fifth Commune, Patel was involved in an occult ritual at the time of the raid2. The raid inadvertently resulted in the destruction of the Fifth Commune, and several of its members and leadership figures were killed. Patel and the other survivors were interrogated and administered Type D amnestics. Patel, however, proved resistant to the amnestic treatment and was taken to Site-83 for further examination and medical treatment. SCP-5498 was discovered by Dr. Andrews following an ocular examination. Patel, who was unaware of these symbols, speculated that PoI-0971 might have been involved. By her account, PoI-0971 exhibited predatory behavior toward her during their time within the Fifth Commune3. Patel agreed to have SCP-5498 removed under the condition that the Foundation synthesize new eyes for her. Her request was denied, and SCP-5498 was removed after heavy sedation. A comprehensive list of letters sent by PoI-0971 to Himani Patel prior to their containment can be found below. Interview PoI-0971 Close File Over the course of twenty days PoI-0971 made several unsuccessful attempts at breaching Site-83. It was hypothesized that he was attempting to abduct Himoni Patel for currently unknown reasons. On February 10th, 2024, PoI-0971 managed to successfully enter Site-83 and eluded Foundation security for forty minutes before being apprehended just outside of Patel's containment suite. He was brought to Site-83's interrogation chamber and questioned by Dr. Andrews. Interviewer: Dr. Andrews Interviewed: PoI-0971 <BEGIN LOG> Andrews: State your name for the record, please. PoI-0971: Does that really matter? Andrews: Answer the question, then we can continue. PoI-0971: Masego Anarvin, husband to Himani Anarvin. I'd like to see her, before you wipe my mind that is. Andrews: I'm afraid that won't be possible. PoI-0971: Why? Why not? Andrews: We have reason to believe that you are directly responsible for the creation of SCP-5498. PoI-0971: I was just looking out for my wife. Can't blame a husband for being concerned, can you? Just let me see her, I need to know if she's alright. The ritual could have been painful. Andrews: I think we both know that would be detrimental to Himani's mental health, wouldn't you agree? PoI-0971: No, no. I think a visit would be extremely helpful. You're keeping her somewhere dark, and quiet. And she's all alone. She's terrified… You have to take me to her. Now. Andrews: You are in no position to make demands, sir. We've removed SCP-5498 from Himani. You can't spy on her. PoI-0971: You did… what? Andrews: We've worked out how you managed to discover this location, but we haven't figured out why you've taken such an interest in Himani Patel. Can you elaborate? PoI-0971: I told you, she's my wife. My wife whom you've kidnapped and blinded for no goddamn reason! Andrews: Our records indicate that- PoI-0971: Your records are outdated. Andrews: I sincerely doubt that. PoI-0971: Are you calling me a liar? Andrews: I would never insinuate that, Mr. Anarvin. PoI-0971: Then what are you trying to say? Andrews: I was inquiring about your relationship with Himani. PoI-0971: Stop calling her that. Andrews: I'm sorry, I don't understand. Stop calling her what? PoI-0971: "Himani". It's Mrs. Anarvin to you. She's my wife. MINE. Don't talk about her like you know her. You don't know shit about her. You weren't a part of the Commune. You didn't watch over her when she went shopping with her friends or tried on clothes in the fitting room at Walmart. You weren't there for anything, never protected her, never saved her. Don't speak like you did. Andrews: My apologies. PoI-0971: It's fine, it's just… Himani's my everything. She grounds me, and I keep her out of trouble. Andrews: So you were like a guardian of sorts? PoI-0971: I shield her from everything. I know she appreciates it; the few times she caught me doing my job she smiled and waved at me. That's how she lets me know she loves me. ( He pauses ). She's naive. You've seen it for yourself I'm sure. She's nice. Too nice. A lot of guys think she's flirting with them. Andrews: What do you do to those men? PoI-0971: I saved her. I'm not a bad person. Andrews: What did you do? ( PoI-0971 scratches the back of his head and looks down. ) PoI-0971: Okay look, I never killed anyone. But they… ( He laughs ) The Commune put themselves in that situation, ya know? It's their fault they wound up like that. The 14/02/24 Incident Close PoI-0971 began experiencing emotional distress in his containment cell on February 14th, 2024. The following security footage was recovered after the incident: 13:02: PoI-0971 is sitting in his cell. 13:05: There is a slight tremor. PoI-0971 notices this but dismisses it. 13:06: There is a second tremor. PoI-0971 gets up and requests to be let out. 13:08: Cracks appear in the east-facing wall. 13:13: An envelope manifests in between the cracks. PoI-0971 investigates. 13:15: PoI-0971 opens the envelope and extracts a sheet of paper, presumably a letter. He reads it. 13:16: After reading the letter, PoI-0971 exhibits extreme emotional distress and bangs on the containment chamber door repeatedly. 13:17: A containment breach alarm is heard. 13:18: A hand manifests from the floor and grips the east-facing wall. The hand ascends. 13:20: Himani Patel's head emerges from the hole in the floor. She continues using the wall to ascend. 13:21: PoI-0971 retreats from the containment chamber door, facing Patel. Patel approaches him. 13:22: Patel vocalizes something that causes PoI-0971 to cover his eyes. He sits on the ground in the fetal position. 13:21: Tentacle-like appendages emerge from Patel's back and attack PoI-0971 via bludgeoning. Blood is splattered against the walls and floor. 13:25: PoI-0971 ceases to move. Patel extracts his eyes and heart before consuming them. 13:26: Patel exits through the cracks in the wall. The following is the contents of the letter recovered from the containment chamber: I know you've been watching me, Masego. You had no idea what I was, or else why would you have starved me for so long? It's a misunderstanding that could have been fixed if you just talked to me, sweety. But I forgive you. I forgive you because I love you. And I love you to death. Himani Patel's location is currently unknown. Letters found in Himani Patel's containment suite Close File The following is a comprehensive list of letters from PoI-0971 that Himani Patel relinquished upon her arrival in Foundation custody. I've seen you almost every day at the Colonial4 and I wonder to myself "How can I approach you?". Every time I think about doing so, I am overcome with fear and anxiety. You looked so beautiful when you came into our dimension. I'll never understand why you hide those tattoos on your back. My shyness gets the better of me, you understand. Sometimes I sit in the booth behind you, thinking about what to say. Your hair smells so nice, and it distracts me a lot of the time. God, I wish I could talk to you. I saw the way you tore that policeman apart when he wrongfully gave you a parking ticket yesterday. Took him into an alley where no one would see. No one, but me that is. Were you putting on a show? I don't know what you did to him, but the mess you left behind… He must have been quite the asshole. I would never treat you that way. You walked outta there with that smile on your face. Do you think that your power gives you security? There was a man who was coming to approach you afterward. You didn't have time to change into new clothes yet, and the illusion spell covering up the body hadn't been fully cast yet. I saw you panic, Himani, and I did what any good boyfriend would do. You don't have to worry about that guy anymore. P.S. You really shouldn't shower with that Old Spice stuff. It's bad for your skin. P.P.S. I've asked around and did some research. The higher pressure settings in the shower work better, I hear. Reverend Koin tells us that we should act like gods and take what we want. If only I had the courage to take you. That girl isn't right for you. I've seen the way she looks into your eyes. There's nothing there but insanity. She stares at you when you aren't looking. I've seen it in your peripherals. She's nothing more than a predator. My wife deserves better. You need me. Why are you doing this to me? Are you mad about that rando? Get over yourself, I'm trying to help you! What's Elizabeth got that I don't, huh? The Commune is dead now. We're all on the same level. She cheats on you, you know, with Brandon and Ginger. When you go to work, or on your walks, she'll call them up and they'll be at the house within the hour. I've seen them fuck. On your our bed. I've seen that bitch use your shower settings. I can make you happy, Himani. Give me a chance. I went to your apartment while you were at work. Took the liberty to clean up the huge mess you left behind, rid of the arms and legs, and cleaned up all the blood. Brandon and Ginger are… well, they aren't competing for your love anymore. The police shouldn't occupy you with their stupid questions now, my love. I realized the decision must have been hard on you. That's why I made it for you, as a good husband should. I love you, Himani Patel. Why haven't you responded to my letters, Himani? Why are you crying? Am I too far away? Are you scared to show me what you really are? I can handle it. I'll love you no matter what. You've captured my eyes, and taken my heart. I belong to you, now and forever. Footnotes 1. Curiously, Himani Patel did not have any public or private records. 2. Several thaumaturgic symbols of unknown origin and intent were tattooed on Patel's back. She also had deep lacerations across both of her wrists and ankles, which suggest attempted exsanguination. 3. Including but not limited to; sending unsolicited gifts, love letters written on flower petals, staring at her for extended periods of time, photographing her while unconscious, and consuming her hair. 4. A popular eating establishment in Lyndhurst. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5498" by Marceline_Raynes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5498. 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-5499 | safe | Threat Level: Green Special Containment Procedures: SCP-5499 is to be stored, unpowered, in the ████-██ Equipment Storage Wing. Due to the nature of ████-██'s primary project, transfer of SCP-5499 to a proper containment site has been deemed unfeasible at present. Description: SCP-5499 is an L71-Brand Smart Refrigerator, Model 2S. Prior to its installation in the ████-██ Break Room on January 31st, 2005, SCP-5499 displayed no anomalous properties. Outside of direct observation, SCP-5499 is capable of damaging foodstuffs placed within its chassis. Such damages occur in bursts of 1 to 4, typically spaced at least 4 hours apart, and are accompanied by a series of messages played across SCP-5499's touchscreen. The process by which SCP-5499 chooses foodstuff is unknown, although it shows considerable preference towards foodstuffs of sweet and savory flavor profiles. SCP-5499 was discovered following a series of complaints to the ████-██ Human Resources Department. ADDENDUM 5499-001: OBSERVED ACTIVATIONS The following is a rough approximation of the date and time of select activations, based on available security footage and subsequent tickets filed with the Human Resources Department. In the interests of budget, no tests were conducted on SCP-5499's anomalous properties. Date and Time (Estimated) Damage Observed Messages February 1st, 2005, 13:44 Bottle of iced tea completely drained. "Mmm haha just what I needed" February 1st, 2005 18:01 Containment Specialist ███'s lunch disappears, and Officer ██████'s brownie is reduced to half its original mass. "Ah that hit the spot" February 2nd, 2005, 14:48 Technician █████'s birthday cake is covered in a series of uneven depressions, with a plastic fork stuck into its side. Additionally, a carton of milk has been nearly drained. "Yeah this is the good stuff mhm" February 3rd, 2005, 13:36 Officer ██████'s lunch disappears, and Dr. ██████████'s tandoori chicken is missing a rough semi-sphere of mass. "Hrm not my thing but maybe it's an acquired taste" February 4th, 2005, 08:06 Vacuum flask of blood partially drained, and blood splatters across the interior of SCP-5499. "EW EW EW FUCK EW HOLY SHIT WHY WAS THIS HERE" Footnotes 1. A Foundation subsidiary dedicated to the production and retail of consumer electronics. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5499" by UraniumEmpire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5499. 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-5500 | apollyon | close Info X 87.2% (+824) 12.8% (-121) -% (+0) -% (-0) Item #: SCP-5500 Level 0/5500 Classified A view from the Windsor football pitch, taken during a Foundation expedition to England in 2033, approximately two months after the death of SCP-5500-Ω-56. Special Containment Procedures: Eschatological Lifted Veil protocols are in place due to SCP-5500. The general public has knowledge of anomalous phenomena and the existence of the Foundation, due to the apocalyptic state of the multiverse. All Foundation research is focused on attempting to find the malefactor responsible for the death of all SCP-5500-Ω instances. All current motives and persons associated with the deaths of 5500-Omega instances are under investigation. Memetically coded text which is color-coded red and underlined, used to convey information learned about the malefactor and the method of the murders in such a way that only entities who exist above the known universe can see information. Scarlet Letter Investigative Protocols are utilized throughout this file and related documentation to convey information. Description: SCP-5500 refers to an ongoing ZK-Class Reality Failure Scenario affecting at least 9,245 universes, as a result of the deaths of several instances of SCP-5500-Ω. SCP-5500-Ω are humanoid, possibly human, entities that exist in a reality above the greater multiverse observed by the Foundation. These entities have the capability to alter our reality and adjacent realities through the medium of creative writing, though the amount of influence they have is unclear. The death of an SCP-5500-Ω instance causes severe metaphysical backlash to the universe or entities it had a part in influencing. The broadness of the sphere of influence varies, as does the corresponding level of destruction— the Cause of Death of SCP-5500-Ω-1 was attributed to a heart attack.apparently natural death of SCP-5500-Ω-1 resulted in the deaths of at least four individuals and three SCP objects, while Cause of Death: Lacerations to stomach after being force-fed several polyhedral objects.the murder of SCP-5500-Ω-56 resulted in the complete destruction of the Horizon Initiative in all observed universes, as well as the depopulation of the United Kingdom in the Baseline universe. SCP-5500-A is the third iteration of a device which was meant to observe SCP-5500-Ω instances in their reality. Further Information is Classified and Stored only on Hard-Copy at the following Address... ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-5500" by Ihp, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-5500. 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. Filenames: 5000contestihp.html, scp-5500.html, scp-5500-story.tws Author: Ihp License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Filename: logo.png Author: far2 License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: pataphysicslogo-ani.svg Author: Woedenaz License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Filename: wandererslibary_logobg.png Author: Zyn & Vivax License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: The Wanderers' Library Filename: dust.jpg Name: ashes Author: Tim Pierce License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: ihp.jpg Author: Ihp License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: MetOp inside the LSS ESA374771.jpg Author: European Space Agency License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: windsor1.jpg Author: Ihp License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: Tree Branches Nature Plant Aesthetic.jpg Author: Pxfuel License: Public Domain Source Link: Pxfuel Name: Windsor Park football stadium - Empty.JPG Author: Fasach Nua License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4000 | keter | close Info X Taboo by PeppersGhost. Click here for more work by this author! . Fig 1.1. Native humanoid entity manifesting midair. Item #: Restricted per protocol 4000-Eshu. Special Containment Procedures: The extradimensional location described below as well as the entities and landmarks contained therein are nomenclative hazards (Eshu Class) and therefore may not be referred to by any name, title, or designation. Only descriptions may be used when referring to the forest outside normative space and native entities thereof. Variations must be made in these descriptions each time a subject is described. Descriptions may be color coded for clarity,1 and florid language may be used for the sake of nomenclative diversity. In the event of a nomenclative containment breach, standard Eshu Class recontainment protocol must be carried out immediately by the individual responsible for the breach. If the individual is rendered unable to perform the procedure, the responsibility falls to the individual's next of kin. If the individual responsible for the breach has no known next of kin, the individual's name must be expurgated from all existing documents and records; any other individuals possessing the same name are to be administered Type-G viral amnestics and assigned a new one. In accordance with Order O5-4000-F26, at least one successful expedition into the strange and dangerous woodland area must be carried out per year to assess any deviations from baseline abnormality. Due to the high risk involved in entering the place where the nameless are found, personnel sent in to conduct research must be trained in Standard Exploration Protocol as detailed in 4000-SEP. Unauthorized documentation of the forest found in chimneys must be suppressed via standard information containment protocol. Unauthorized individuals with knowledge of Procedure 4000-Halloway are to be administered amnestics2 and may be released following a period of disquisitional rehabilitation. Description: The SCP in question is an extradimensional forested area with numerous anomalous qualities, including a hazardous nomenclative phenomenon. This anomalous location is accessed by performing 4000-Halloway (see document DOC-4000-H). After completing the procedure, subjects emerge from the opening of a dilapidated brick well fixed into the forest floor (see fig 1.2). The only way to reliably traverse the unusual terrain is by use of a single dirt path. Explorations that diverged from said route have resulted in immediate loss of contact with participating subjects. The sole safe road may only be traversed in a single direction, and any attempt by subjects to turn back and return the way they came will result in similar loss of contact. The unnamed world does not adhere to the constraints of linear space. Cartographic endeavors have resulted in vastly different routes being recorded with each expedition, and sections of the mandatory trail which should logically overlap or intersect do not.3 The only consistency in the layout is the access point, which is always located at both ends of the main road. The only way for a subject to safely exit the woods which have no name after they have begun following it is by walking its entire length and returning to the place where they began at the opposite end. A variety of anomalous entities native to the nameless habitat have been documented. Native entities often undergo changes in physical structure when unobserved, which has made it difficult for researchers to determine which recorded entities are unique beings and which are newer iterations of those previously documented. Entities claim they have no control over these changes and frequently express dissatisfaction when they occur. Native entities often obstruct the trail which subjects tread, making it necessary for subjects to interact with them to progress. Native entities are sapient and often highly temperamental, but can be interacted with safely as long as 4000-SEP precautions are followed.4 Consequences for disregarding these precautions will vary depending on the personality of the offended entity: degrees of retribution encountered by research subjects have included verbal rebuke, acts of violence, and anomalous alteration of the subject's physical, conceptual, or nomenclative attributes. Various anomalous phenomena may occur when consistent nomenclature is applied to the realm of the unnamable, its native entities, or its landmarks. These phenomena are still poorly understood, partially due to the prohibition of nomenclative experimentation under Order O5-4000-F26. Documented nomenclative phenomena have included: Episodic cluster headaches among subjects exposed to affected nomenclature. Visual and auditory hallucinations among exposed subjects, usually involving environments or entities described by nomenclature. Gustatory hallucinations and phantosmia have also been reported in a small subset of cases. Sudden onset of psychogenic amnesia among exposed subjects. The development of nonhuman physical characteristics among exposed subjects, such as feathers and pollen sacs. The development of biological components in non-biological mediums where nomenclature is written or recorded. Sudden involuntary transport of exposed subjects to the wilderness of unnamed things without the use of Procedure 4000-Halloway. Manifestation of various flora within indoor spaces where nomenclature was used. Sudden transport of native entities to areas where nomenclature was used. Biological fusion of exposed subjects and native entities. Biological fusion of native entities and architectural spaces where nomenclature was used. Extreme iron deficiency in exposed subjects, with an absence of expected negative side effects. Order O5-4000-F26 was ratified by the Overseer Council in 1954. A 1970 amendment requires that O5-4000-F26 receive unanimous endorsement from the Council every 10 years in order to remain in effect. To date, no Overseer memos regarding O5-4000-F26 have been disseminated to lower clearance levels. . ► Notable Containment Breaches ▼ Accessing content. Please stand by. REQUEST="Notable_CB" … … … [ACCESS: GRANTED] Addendum: The following are examples of anomalous phenomena observed during nomenclative breaches. Breach Date: 9 June, 1954 Named subject: The glade of which we seldom speak Summary: Initial discovery and subsequent breach took place in an abandoned home in rural Connecticut. Circumstances of the discovery are unclear due to a lack of surviving personnel, but a general timeline of events has been established. Timestamps are in standard NATO format. [1340S] The hollow of unspoken titles is discovered and given a temporary Type-E5 designation by field agent Garret Bradley, creating nomenclative breach. [1345S] Field agent Moira Denotti enters the land beyond the flue and is never recovered. [1347S] Agent Bradley begins to gradually sink into the hardwood floor. Nearby agents flee the area. [1348S] Soon after exiting the house, all agents are suddenly rendered immobile, with the exception of Timothy Woods, who was not aware of the Type-E designation. [1349S] Immobilized agents vocalize distress as their torsos elongate. [1351S] Elongation ceases after agents have reached a height approximating that of the chimney where Procedure 4000-Halloway was performed. Smoke expels from their facial orifices. Timothy Woods reports these developments via radio to Site-08. Secondary breach is caused when Timothy Woods repeatedly uses the phrase "the █████" to describe the world where words have power. [1355S] Timothy Woods states that he "sees [his] name in the trees". Site-08 Personnel press Timothy Woods for further information. Timothy Woods attempts to orally consume his radio and soon expires from internal injuries. [1359S] Timothy Woods' correspondents in Site-08 are observed suffering from severe headaches and are placed under quarantine. [1424S] Osteal protrusions resembling tree branches emerge from the orbital cavities of quarantined Site-08 personnel. Personnel report no physical discomfort despite exhibiting full globe luxation in both sockets. Afterword: Nomenclative anomaly eventually discovered after numerous cycles of multivariable D-Class exposure to affected Site-08 personnel. Breach Date: 22 December, 1955 Named subject: The footpath which loops around the entire area Summary: Desk Desk completed the first successful exploratory mission in the grove beneath nameless stars and was immediately quarantined. After exhibiting no anomalous effects for 72 hours, Desk Desk was then allowed to write an account of his experiences. When researchers returned to check on his progress, Desk Desk had vanished. Traces of soil and human tissue were later found in the pencil, paper, and harvey mansfield Desk Desk had used in his writing. Breach Date: 19 August, 1958 Named subject: The native entity that sits atop a throne of bones and cradles a flaming child Summary: After completing an exploratory mission, field agent Ethan Mercy Mercy Mercy Mercy used the same epithet several times when describing a particular native entity. Several minutes later, he complained of severe nausea and began to vomit blood and bone marrow. Over the course of several hours, Agent Mercy Mercy Mercy Mercy was reported to have somehow orally expelled most of his bones. Personnel throughout Site-08 experience auditory hallucinations of a woman's laughter for the next several days. Breach Date: 4 March, 1966 Named subject: The native entity that resembles a feathered lion with a skeletal ram's head Summary: College student Vanessa Hayforth attempted to check into numerous medical facilities in and around Portland, Oregon, complaining that her head had become covered in flesh despite exhibiting no signs of unusual tissue growth. She was eventually detained by Foundation investigators and found to be in possession of a book that described (among other things)6 Procedure 4000-Halloway in its entirety. After stipulating that Foundation personnel assist in removing the flesh from her head if she cooperated,7 Hayforth confessed that she had received the book from an acquaintance in the Wanderer's Library. Afterword: This was the first known case of a civilian-triggered nomenclative breach. Similar incidents have occurred intermittently since. In 2012, a native entity was photographed that superficially resembled a young Hayforth (Fig 1.1), more than two decades after Hayforth died in Foundation custody. Breach Date: 30 October, 1992 Named subject: The house in which Michael Ashley Vincent spent several nights during his exploratory mission. Summary: Agent Michael Ashley Vincent, who had completed an exploratory mission several years prior, used the possessive phrase "██ house" several times while recounting stories to two of his colleagues, who did not have names.8 Some time later, a large brick building manifested inside Site-08, intersecting with existing architecture. Michael Ashley Vincent's headless body was found inside, seizing violently and fused at the neck to a light fixture made of elk antlers. His face, which did not appear animate, had enlarged to take up the entire surface area of the building's floor. Field agents sent into the face's mouth found that it did not possess a full digestive tract; however, Michael Ashley Vincent's nameless colleagues were reported to have been conjoined with its uvula. . . ► 4000-Halloway ▼ Accessing content. Please stand by. REQUEST="DOC-4000-H" … … … [ACCESS: GRANTED] 4000-Halloway: The following is a censored list of instructions for accessing the horizon beyond labels. Certain steps have been omitted in this version of this document. Phrases and counter-phrases at the end of the procedure will differ depending on the subject’s type category: the oldest child in their family (Type-1), the middle born (Type-2), or the youngest/only child (Type-3). Using organic kindling, start a steady flame within any indoor fireplace. Combine the powdered bones of a male red fox (Vulpes vulpes, any age), an adult male lion (Panthera leo), and a baleen whale (Mysticeti, any age, any gender). Cast the mixture into the fire. Take an easily burnt personal possession of strong sentimental value and allow the fire to consume it. Carefully release three feathers from any black-plumed bird of the genus Corvus over the fire and allow the smoke to carry them up the flue. If the fire begins to emit vocalizations, respond with the appropriate counter phrase (see Phrases and Counter Phrases below). If the correct statements are given, the fireplace will expand and the ladder will descend. The fire will be harmless. If incorrect statements are made for any reason, immediately apologize and do not attempt Procedure 4000-Halloway again at any point in the future. NOTE: Individuals who are present during Procedure 4000-Halloway, but were not the one conducting Procedure 4000-Halloway, must not respond to vocalizations or approach the active fireplace under any circumstances. Phrases and Counter Phrases Variant 1 (Type-1 Subjects) Phrase: These woods have rules. Counter Phrase: Or so they say. Phrase: And if you break them? Counter Phrase: A price I'll pay. Variant 2 (Type-2 Subjects) Phrase: Is someone there? Counter Phrase: There's only me. Phrase: And who are you? Counter Phrase: I guess you'll see. Variant 3 (Type-3 Subjects) Phrase: What do you seek? Counter Phrase: To walk the trees. Phrase: Now, mind your manners. Counter Phrase: To walk them, please. END="DOC-4000-H" . . ► 4000-SEP ▼ Accessing content. Please stand by. REQUEST="Standard_Exploration_Protocol" … … … [ACCESS: GRANTED] Note: The following is a truncated list containing only instructions that are crucial to survival. Personnel assigned to explorative duties must also familiarize themselves with 4000-SEP-3 through 8 before embarking. 4000-SEP-1 General guidelines for exploration: …1.01 You must be equipped with a standard Foundation expedition pack prior to entering the place where names are not allowed. …1.02 Do not consume any food other than the rations included inside the standard Foundation expedition pack. …1.03 Do not bring firearms into the dimension of trees under any circumstances. …1.04 Type 1 subjects must avoid accepting or directly handling that which could be considered a valuable resource. This includes (but is not limited to) forms of currency, precious metals and stones, objects imbued with useful anomalous properties, and well-crafted weaponry. …1.05 Type 2 subjects must avoid any native entities that regard the subject with affection or romantic attraction, and must not give the appearance of reciprocating these feelings in any way. Statements made by a native entity which profess affection or romantic attraction for a Type 2 subject are false. …1.06 Type 3 subjects must avoid partaking in activities that are commonly considered frivolous, luxurious, or physically comforting. This includes (but is not limited to) dancing, smoking, playing with toys, drinking anything other than water, listening to music, and sleeping on a padded surface. …1.07 Structures encountered along the way you must travel may be entered after knocking at the entryway. Leave the structure from where you came. If entering uninvited, do not be discovered. …1.08 If you fall asleep in the woods where rules are paramount, record your dreams. A journal is included in your expedition pack. If you encounter any landmarks or entities similar to a dream you recorded, treat the dream as fact. 4000-SEP-2 Guidelines for interacting with native entities: …2.01 Greet native entities with any formal salutation9 before engaging in conversation. If female, bow or curtsy. …2.02 Speak in a cordial tone of voice. …2.03 Do not make any statements that you know to be false. …2.04 Do not make disparaging comments about native entities while in their presence. …2.05 Say 'please' and 'thank you' when appropriate. …2.06 Refer to and address native entities using descriptions of their physical appearance, per protocol 4000-Eshu. …2.07 Do not refer to a native entity by a name, title, or designation, even if it introduces itself with such. …2.08 Do not state your name, nickname, codename, alias, or any other personal designation when in the presence of a native entity. …2.09 If a native entity offers to assign you a name, title, or designation, politely decline. …2.10 If a native entity makes a statement in which it addresses or refers to you by a name, title, designation, or anything other than a physical description, ignore the statement as though it had not been spoken. …2.11 If pressed for information that is considered confidential, refuse, briefly apologize and bow. …2.12 If a native entity appears to require your assistance, consider its appearance before choosing to help: ………2.12.A If the entity appears threatening, do whatever is necessary to aid it. ………2.12.B If the entity appears attractive or harmless, do not approach. ………2.12.C: Always feed a native entity if it is hungry. This overrules 2.12.B. …2.13 Do not attempt to mount any bestial entities you encounter unless it has earned your trust and given you its consent. …2.14 If you are offered a physical gift, receive it with both hands. Do not discard this gift, even if it appears to have no use or value. This is overruled by 1.04. …2.15 If a native entity offers you a nonphysical gift or attempts to initiate a trade, politely decline. …2.16 You may accept food offered by native entities, and offer that food to other native entities you encounter, but do not consume it yourself. …2.17 Do not sleep in any lodging offered by native entities. You may sleep inside the residence of a native entity as long as you do not have an invitation to do so. …2.18 If a native entity offers to accompany on your journey, accept, but do not tell them where you are going. …2.19 If you are aided by a native entity, you must aid it in return if you have not done so already. …2.20 If you encounter an incorporeal humanoid that claims it is not a native entity, disregard all previous protocols and follow its instructions. END="Standard_Exploration_Protocol" . . ► Interview Log 4000-0215 ▼ Accessing content. Please stand by. REQUEST="Interview_4000_0215" … … … [ACCESS: DENIED] [This data has been expunged.] … … … REQUEST="Interview_4000_0215" CREDENTIALS="EJAPERS/M4d754pARte3" … … … [ACCESS: GRANTED] [Hello, Dr. Japers.] Interview Archive 4000_0215: The following is a series of interviews conducted by Dr. Eugene Japers over the course of several years. This data has been expunged from all general documents under Order O5-4000-F26. Encounter 1 Encounter 2 Encounter 3 Interviewer: Dr. Eugene Japers Interviewee description: The native entity with a head resembling that of a rabbit's (see Fig. 2.1). Foreword: Interview conducted in 2005 during Dr. Japers' first expedition into the space where speech is deadly. [Begin Log] "Good morning, strange traveller." Dr. Japers: Good morning. "It's nice to see a new face around these parts. Kindly excuse the smoke; just airing my thoughts. How is your name?" Dr. Japers: How is…? I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't tell you that. Dr. Japers bows. "Are you simple? I'm merely asking how your name is. My name has smelt of raspberries lately, I think—or snapdragons, perhaps. It's so hard to tell these days, but one makes an effort." Dr. Japers: Ah, my apologies. I'm afraid my name has tasted rather tart as of late.10 Leporine entity laughs and doffs its hat. "No, I'm the one who should apologize. I shouldn't have pried." Dr. Japers: It's quite all right. I don't mind at all. It has been lovely to meet you, but I must be on my way. "Must you, though? My home is close by, and I was hoping to invite you in for tea." Dr. Japers bows again. Dr. Japers: I'm terribly sorry, but unfortunately I cannot stop at this moment. Perhaps another day. "Very well. Until next time, stranger whose name tastes rather tart." [End Log] Interviewer: Dr. Eugene Japers Interviewee description: The gentleman with the leporine visage. Foreword: Interview conducted in 2008 during Dr. Japers' fourth expedition into that burrow betwixt the bricks. [Begin Log] Dr. Japers crests a hill and discovers his hare-like acquaintance tending to a patch of cabbages. "Good afternoon, stranger. Except—ah, pardon me. We've met before, haven't we?" Dr. Japers: Good afternoon. I believe so, yes. Three years ago, if memory serves. "I remember now. You ran off in quite a hurry." Dr. Japers: Yes, my apologies for that. At that time I was new here and wary of those I encountered. "Still the apologetic one, I see. No matter. You are not from here? Very interesting. What woods are you from?" Dr. Japers: I do not come from any woods. "Nonsense. Certainly you have trees where you're from, do you not?" Dr. Japers: We do have trees, but they're very sparse. Most of the land is covered in homes and businesses. "Then they are inferior woods, but woods nonetheless. Tell me, how did you get here?" Dr. Japers: I see you have an inquiring mind. I would like to ask you a question, if that's all right. "Pardon my lack of manners. I consider myself something of a scholar, you see, and I get a bit excited when I have a chance to learn of forests outside my own. By all means, pose your question." Dr. Japers: When we last met, you said it had become difficult to describe your name. Do you have any theories for why that may be? "I can only assume it's because of how long we've been apart—my name and I, that is. It was a good name, a proud name, I'm fairly sure. By this point, though, it's probably decayed from its former grandeur, if it even still exists." Dr. Japers: Where do you think it is currently? "First, fellow scholar, you must answer my previous question." Dr. Japers nods. Dr. Japers: I came through the old but distinguished well at the end of the footpath I'm presently perambulating.11 The other individual hesitates before speaking. "Oh my. It's been quite some time. I'll be frank, I thought all the old allies had died out. Did your grandfather or some such relation have a lover out here?" Dr. Japers bows. Dr. Japers: My deepest apologies, I'm afraid I cannot answer that question. "Very well. I understand. I'd invite you to my cottage for tea, but I suppose that's not possible for you, is it?" Dr. Japers: I'm afraid not. The conversational partner laughs, plucks a cabbage leaf, and offers it to Dr. Japers. "You needn't fear so much. Take this, and be on your way." Dr. Japers accepts the leaf with both hands. Dr. Japers: Thank you very much. "Happy travels to you, and may you find the one you're looking for." [End Log] Afterword: Dr. Japers later used the cabbage leaf to feed a native entity resembling a field mouse, which in turn aided him on his travels. Interviewer: Dr. Eugene Japers Interviewee description: The leaf-giver. Foreword: Interview conducted in 2013 during Dr. Japers' ninth expedition into yonder vale of restless wanderers. Due to the unique knowledge that the one who bore the gift of cabbage seemed to possess about our world, Dr. Japers was instructed to conduct a more thorough interview should it be encountered a third time. Additionally, Dr. Japers was granted special permission to make false statements for the sake of facilitating conversation, as his first encounter showed the fluffy one to be susceptible to deceptions. [Begin Log] Traveling along the way of weary adventurers, Dr. Japers encounters a small white cottage with a thatched roof. A small opening in the shape of a rabbit's head is cut into the front door. Dr. Japers approaches it and knocks. Dr. Japers: Hello? Is anyone home? (Voice slightly muffled from inside) "Yes, one minute." Exactly one minute passes. The door opens. "Ah, we meet again! Please, come in, come in." Dr. Japers is led inside. The interior is sparsely decorated with wooden furniture and needlework. Dr. Japers: You have a lovely home. "Ha! You have a lovely sense of humor." The homeowner hurries to a kitchenette in the corner and begins preparing a kettle. Dr. Japers: No, really. I think it's charming. "I suppose. It was just meant to be until things cooled down on the other side, but, well, you know." Dr. Japers: I'm afraid I don't know. Would you like some help? "No, no no no. You just have yourself a seat at the table over there while I get the tea ready for us." Dr. Japers draws a chair and seats himself. Dr. Japers: You're most generous, but I don't think my digestion will permit it. "Oh, poor fellow. Well, I find the presence of tea to be a comfort in any case." Dr. Japers: You are most kind. Tell me, could you explain what you meant by 'cooled down'? His furred host turns the stove on and stares out a window cut into a similar shape as the hole on the door. "Your relations didn't tell you the full story, I suppose. About the turmoil that drove us here." Dr. Japers: Turmoil? Was there a war? The tufted one sighs. "Isn't there always?" Dr. Japers: My grandparents did tell me there were wars, but I never knew of one with you and your kind. "It doesn't surprise me. There are very few even in these woods that still remember. Memory is the burden of the old, I suppose. But yes. When I was a young lad, in a form very different from the one I possess now, I lived on the other end of the well. It's where I was born, where I grew up, and if I dare to dream, where I will someday return." Dr. Japers: Why don't you, then? The kettle whistles. "I can't. Not unless I know I could be welcomed back." The maker of the tea pours a cup and seats itself across the table. "I'm sure you don't know this, since they keep themselves hidden, but there are those who would destroy me at nearest chance—ah, my apologies. These are dark memories, I'm sure you don't want to hear about them." The teller of the story sips its tea. Dr. Japers: No, please, go on. These things are of interest to me—I am a fellow scholar, remember? "As you wish, fellow scholar. I shall talk until the tea is cold." (It clears its throat.) "Much as it grieves me to say it, we were betrayed. We had fought side-by-side, you know, in the war against that factory. We had done nothing but help them, and what did they do? They destroyed us. They took so many of our lives, and all of our names. Some of us fled here when the war was just beginning, but not many. Not many. Still, though, I don't hate them." Dr. Japers: I'm glad for that. "I'd imagine so! There are some old fogies around these parts who bear a grudge against the whole species, but I know you're not all bad. There were many who sheltered us, fought for us, even died for us. Some came to live here amongst us, rest their souls. I, myself, courted a human once upon a time. He came to visit a time or two, but I never saw him after that. I still wonder now and again if he fell at the hand of an unkind neighbor, or if he merely stopped caring to see me. But it's no matter, now. I apologize for prattling on about old flames. Certainly such things are of no interest to you, fellow scholar." Dr. Japers: On the contrary, I'd quite like to hear more of these stories. The life of you and your people is of great interest to me. "I'm sure it is, fellow scholar." A strong breeze moves through the house. Neither party speaks for half a minute. The rabbit-person who lives there grunts and places a hand to its head, as if in pain. Dr. Japers places his hand against the teapot. Dr. Japers: It appears the tea has gotten cold. I think it's time I took my leave. (Speech slightly slurred) "What? You're leaving? I—I should leave too, then." Dr. Japers rises from the table. Dr. Japers: No, no no no. I'll be going alone, thank you. It's abrupt, yes, and I'm grievously sorry to do this, but I really must be going. I believe I'm long overdue to return home. "What is—? I don't… Please, don't go. Something isn't—" Dr. Japers: It can't be helped. "Stop! What have you done? I don't know who… what happened to my name? I can't…" Dr. Japers quickly exits the house. His former companion whimpers and looks at its hands as he leaves. Dr. Japers: Hm. It does taste rather tart. [End Log] Afterword: Dr. Japers successfully returned to Site-08, but was reported missing soon after. Investigations into his disappearance and current whereabouts have been inconclusive. It was initially theorized that Dr. Japers was exposed to an anomalous influence on his physiology during his most recent mission; however, thorough analysis showed no genetic abnormalities in the fur he'd shed on his expedition gear. END="Interview_4000_0215" . Footnotes 1. To activate color blindness accessibility, click here. 2. Amnestic class to be determined on a case-by-case basis. 3. Similar topographic abnormalities have been observed in geonormative forests as well, though no direct connections between these phenomena have been confirmed. 1 2 4. Rare occasions have been recorded where native entities appeared inherently inimical toward human life. 5. Archaic object class used as a preliminary designation for newly discovered anomalies still in an unsecured state. 6. The full contents of the book are restricted to Level 5 personnel under Order O5-4000-F26. However, official statements have noted that certain rituals and locations described in the book bear strong similarities to SCP-1660 and SCP-860. Recent declassifications have revealed that another passage may have been written in reference to SCP-3560, which was discovered more than 50 years after the book's recovery. The significance of SCP-3560 potentially predating the existence of Anderson Robotics has yet to be determined. 7. No such procedure was ever carried out. 8. This statement has been flagged for potential memetic corruption: "I don't care what the records say. After 30 years in the Department of Memetics, you learn when to follow your gut, and right now my gut is telling me that there's something off about this." — Dr. Storum. 9. Examples of acceptable greetings: "Good morning", "Hello", "Pardon me". Examples of unacceptable greetings: "Hey", "Yo", "What's up?" 10. Dr. Japers was later reprimanded for violating SEP-2.03. 11. 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SCP-4001 | safe | WARNING: O5 Approval Required The file you are attempting to access is available to personnel with Level 4/4001 clearance only. This clearance is not included within general Level 4 security protocol. BY SCROLLING DOWN, YOU ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR CONSENT TO EXPOSURE TO A KNOWN COGNITOHAZARDOUS IMAGE. SCROLLING DOWN WITHOUT PROPER INOCULATION WILL RESULT IN SERIOUS CONSEQUENCES. Attempting access beyond this point without clearance is grounds for termination of Foundation employment and cancellation of all educational, medical, retirement, and mortality benefits. In the event of incapacitation or worse by the cognitohazard below due to lack of inoculation, and thus an attempt at unauthorized access, this console will become inoperable, and automated viral agents will disable access to your Foundation account, bank accounts, social media, emails, and any other aspects of your online identity. In the unlikely event of survival, security personnel will be dispatched to detain you, and escort you to a secure site. You will be interrogated under truth-extracting memetic agents, then likely terminated. CONSIDER YOURSELF WARNED . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . COGNITOHAZARD LOADING… . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . COGNITOHAZARD ACTIVATED CONTINUED CONSCIOUSNESS CONFIRMED RETRIEVING FILE Welcome. Alexandria awaits. Item #: SCP-4001 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4001 is secured within a reinforced concrete bunker disguised as a warehouse, constructed for its concealment in the city of Alexandria, Egypt. The block surrounding the warehouse has been purchased by the Foundation, and the buildings upon them are currently rented out to a number of business and private individuals to help maintain the facade. All civilians and non-cleared staff attempting to enter the warehouse are to be turned away. All civilians and non-cleared staff found within the warehouse are to be detained, interrogated, and administered Class-C Amnestics. The use of lethal force if intruders prove non-compliant is authorised. Multiple failsafes are built into the bunker, including automated guns, gas weaponry, collapsible floors, cognitohazard presenting screens, and a 'tombstone', a 300 tonne load of impure iron laced with thermite charges set directly over the tunnel to SCP-40011. In the event of a large hostile assault against SCP-4001, all available teams are to be deployed to defend SCP-4001. Additionally, the deployment of SCP-███, SCP-███, SCP-████, and SCP-████ to defend or recapture the premises is authorised. Entry to SCP-4001 is restricted to Level 4 and above researchers with permission from the O5-Council. Open flames are strictly forbidden within SCP-4001, as are firearms or bladed weapons of any kind. Writing utensils of any kind may only be brought inside SCP-4001 with a majority vote by the O5-Council. Breach of these conditions could result in a CK-class restructuring scenario, or an XK-class end-of-the-world scenario. Description: SCP-4001 consists of a tunnel, leading down to an antechamber, connecting to a staircase which descends 15 meters below ground2. The staircase emerges from a tower into a large room stacked with bookshelves3. The room does not conform to Euclidian geometry; it is possible to walk in any one direction and eventually return to the point of origin. The room is 312 meters in width, of indeterminate height4, and many hundreds of kilometers in length. Under appropriate lighting conditions or with the use of vision aids, it is possible to see oneself in the distance by looking in the appropriate direction. The room is filled entirely by bookshelves. Each bookshelf is 2.8 meters in height and 100 meters in length, all neatly aligned with 2 meters of walkway space between shelves. An 8 meter wide main walkway originates from the staircase and runs in both directions the full length of SCP-4001, with identical modern-styled couches situated every 20 meters along the main walkway5. Every fifth bookshelf has an electric lamp installed, which are the only light sources within SCP-4001. As such, most of the space within SCP-4001 is poorly illuminated. No power source has yet been identified for the lights. The floor is covered entirely in a sturdy carpet. Individuals standing within the room will hear steady ruffling noises, and on occasion loud thudding noises. The source of this sound is the origination of bookshelves and new books upon them, which occurs continuously without any obvious source of material6. SCP-4001 represents the complete archive of every human life to date, and is continuously self-updating. Every human being that has ever lived has a single corresponding book within the archive, detailing all important events in their life7. As humans are born, new books corresponding to them are added to the archive. Each book is identical in size and thickness, approximately the size of a standard paperback novel, though the number of pages varies depending upon the individual's lifespan and breadth of accomplishments8. Each book is completely accurate in its contents, and thus SCP-4001 represents an unprecedented intelligence resource. Books are stored in order of individuals' births, and the spine and front cover of each book is inscribed with the name of those it refers to. Each book is written in a language which is unlike any existing language known to the Foundation, while simultaneously being completely comprehensible to any literate individual reading it. The total number of books is estimated at approximately 120 billion9. Books can be taken from the shelves and read freely. Books can be scanned, copied and photographed without consequence. If returned to any of the shelves, the book will vanish and reappear in its original location within the archives. Any attempt to remove a book from the archives results in the book vanishing and returning to its shelf. The contents of the books represent the absolute truth and history of the individuals contained within. Altering the contents of the books has a corresponding retrocausal effect upon reality, with memories, locations, physical structures, physical states, and even complete existences changing accordingly to alterations applied to the books. Writing a decision, meeting, reward, change in personality, change in feeling towards individuals, change in health, method of death, or any other notable achievement or life event into a book will cause that event to transpire for the appropriate individual at the first possible opportunity. Discovery: SCP-4001 was first encountered by Foundation staff in 18██ after it was uncovered during an archaeological dig under an old part of the city. The Foundation quickly isolated the location and administered amnestics to the archaeologists involved. The Foundation continued to operate the dig site for a few more months, occasionally pretending to find some pottery or bones, in order to avoid drawing suspicion. Initial forays into SCP-4001 were done cautiously, since the extent of the room was not fully understood. Once researchers realised the contents of the archive and the basic nature of the books, advance teams were sent with supplies to place flags at locations of interest, since the bookshelves are not marked nor distinguishable in any way. Seventeen days after beginning their expedition, the first advance team encountered a living individual within SCP-4001, designated SCP-4001-110, who had survived within SCP-4001 for nearly two millenia (see Addendum 4001-1). There are currently seven 'camps' within SCP-4001, each with its own generators, water filters, and beacons to aid in locating it, since it can take many days or even weeks to walk between camps11. + SCP-4001 camp locations - hide camp locations Camp # Distance 'back' from Base Camp Persons of Interest Base Camp - New births and shelves, first humans Camp B 20 km12 First birth in year 2000 Camp C 130 km Albert Einstein Camp D 250 km Leonardo Da Vinci Camp E 430 km Charlemagne Camp F 600 km Marcus Aurelius Camp G 970 km13 Founders of Ur The oldest of books are estimated to correspond to human births dating back approximately 75,000 years14. Such books, if entitled at all, are entitled with positions within society rather than proper names, such as 'Firebringer', 'Hunter', 'Chief', 'Mother', or 'Friend-Killer'. Regardless of age, all books appear to be in the same condition as the newest of books. Analysis of the earliest of books seems to support the human population bottleneck theory15, with the vast majority of the earliest books representing individuals completely disconnected from those found in other books. As many as half of the books within the archive lack any names or titles, with many more books simply being titled 'The Baby' or 'The Infant', with the book detailing the short life of a baby who died before they could be named. Researcher Note: Due to the exponential rate of human population growth, I am recommending we establish new camps every decade or so from this point. Otherwise, the degree of reliability in terms of delving the archives in person is liable to be compromised. Also, I'm recommending we install and maintain a small electric monorail within SCP-4001 to facilitate ease of access, or come up with some other practical method of assistance. There has to be a better way than having to ride with food and water for weeks to find one person's records. -Dr. Lincoln Abrams, Archive Manager Addendum 4001.1: Interview Log + Access Interview Logs - hide Interview Log The following interview was conducted with SCP-4001-1, the man found living within SCP-4001. Initial processessing of SCP-4001-1 proved difficult, since he spoke no modern languages, and no Foundation staff on site could fluently speak Ancient Greek. The interview was performed within SCP-4001, since the subject's extreme age had left him quite infirm. The interview has been translated from Ancient Greek. Interviewer: Dr. Gabriel Koudopolis Interviewee: SCP-4001-1 [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Koudopolis: For the record, this is Dr. Gabriel Koudopolis, Foundation researcher and anthropologist, interviewing an unknown man found within SCP-4001. (switches to Ancient Greek) Greetings. My name is Philosopher Koudopolis. I'm an anthropologist. I study ancient civilisations. SCP-4001-1: A philosophical scholar? Or a tomb robber? You know not the danger of this place, invader. If you disturb the shelves you will be cursed. Dr. Koudopolis: A little of both, to be honest, though I am no invader, and I seemed to be fine reading the books so far. Do you have a name, SCP-4001-1? SCP-4001-1: Why have you disturbed Alexandria? Who are you invaders with? The Romans? The Coptics? The Hebrews? Dr. Koudopolis: I am with a group known as the Foundation. We preserve and protect unusual things. We keep them safe, and prevent them from being dangerous to mankind. SCP-4001-1: You are not with the Roman Republic? Dr. Koudopolis: No. The Roman Empire collapsed some fourteen hundred years ago. SCP-4001-1: (Eyeing Dr. Koupodolis warily) Fourteen hundred years? Surely it has not been so long. Dr. Koudopolis: How long have you been down here? Who was the last ruler? SCP-4001-1: I do not know how long. I have not seen the Sun, or the stars since I entered. The last I remember, there was unrest about the new queen. Cleopatra VII. Dr. Koudopolis: Cleopatra VII? That's some nineteen hundred years. SCP-4001-1: Nineteen hundred years? That is… unfathomable, invader. Impossible. (SCP-4001-1 is silent for a few minutes) You say you have read from the shelves, and partaken of the sacred knowledge? Dr. Koudopolis: Yes. I have skimmed over a few of the books. We've realised what this place is, and what it represents. The team that encountered you was searching for the book of someone famous, and planning to establish some bases in here. SCP 4001-1: You have read the sacred texts and not been judged? Perhaps your incursion is not a violation. My name was Theopoles. I am the Watcher of Alexandria Eternal. She is the most important thing in the world. Dr. Koudopolis: Alexandria Eternal? You mean this place? SCP-4001-1: Yes. This is our greatest resource. A record of Eternity. All that has ever been, since the very dawn of man. A gift from the gods to us. Dr. Koudopolis: Which gods? SCP-4001-1: All of them. The gods of Olympus, the gods of the Nile, maybe even that god of the Hebrews. Dr. Koudopolis: How long has it been here? SCP-4001-1: I do not know. There were people here, watching over her when Alexander came and built his city over her. We kept ourselves hidden, and eventually had the Library built over her, an archive over an archive. Only a few of us knew of the secret door that led down here, and we passed the knowledge on to the worthy. Not even the pharaohs knew of this place. By the time I was born, she had taken on the name of the city she hid beneath. I do not know her true name, though I have searched long for it. Dr. Koudopolis: How did you come to be down here? SCP-4001-1: I took instruction under the previous Watcher after demonstrating my affinities in the library above, though I suspect that is not what you meant. Dr. Koudopolis: No. SCP-4001-1: The Romans came on their ships. They came and burned in their conquest, and the flames spread to the Library. I retreated within here… excuse me. I must attend to myself. (SCP-4001-1 pauses, and pulls a scroll from within his robes, delicately unrolling the end of it. He draws a sliver of metal from within his robes, pierces the end of his right index finger, and proceeds to write a sentence in his own blood onto the scroll, before rolling it up and stowing it again.) SCP-4001-1: My apologies. Now, the flames. Dr. Koudopolis: Sorry, but what was that you just did? SCP-4001-1: Given myself yet another day. Dr. Koudopolis: Another day? You can use the books to make yourself immortal? SCP-4001-1: No. I am not immortal. When the Romans came, and the Library began to burn, I retreated within here for safety. I heard the sound of rumbling as the Library collapsed upon her, and I could not muster the strength to dig my way out. I was trapped. Dr. Koudopolis: How did you survive? Is that scroll…? SCP-4001-1: Mine? Yes. In the days that followed I did not lack for warmth, or for water, since we kept a few jugs down here, but I began to hunger. Before a moon had passed, the water was drunk, and I was starving. In my desperation and delirium, I sought a way for Alexandria to save me. Dr. Koudopolis: You used your own book. SCP-4001-1: I travelled within, found my scroll, and wrote myself back into health. I quenched my thirst. I sated my hunger. I have used my scroll and my blood; cured every disease, every infirmity, and bought myself one day at a time ever since. Whenever I felt the void drawing me, I added another line to my compendium, to stave off the eternal rest for a little longer. Dr. Koudopolis: How did you find the will to survive for so long? SCP-4001-1: She needed me. She must have a Watcher. Someone who walks her aisles, who appreciates her texts, who lets her know she is loved. She speaks to me sometimes, when I wander from the light. Dr. Koudopolis: The Library speaks to you? SCP-4001-1: She leaves me messages. In my scroll. Whispers to me in the dark and makes notes of her whisperings for my perusal. Dr. Koudopolis: What does she say? SCP-4001-1: She tells me to wait. So I have waited. I walked her, end to end, many times over. I have read accounts of lives, some simple, some glorious, some beautiful, some ugly. I have waited through the changes. All of her scrolls, bar mine, became bound tomes, then these little 'books' as you call them. Her torches and sconces turned to candles, and now to these strange oil burning 'lamps', as you call them, and her woven benches became these leather bound and pressed oddities. I waited for so long. Waiting for someone to show up and tell me my task had not been in vain. (SCP-4001-1 falls briefly silent again) Tell me, philosopher, who is the Pharaoh now? Dr. Koudopolis: There is no pharaoh now. Cleopatra was the last before the Romans conquered Egypt. Egypt has not had a pharaoh since. The Roman Empire grew, collapsed, and out of her ashes multiple empires rose. The Spanish, the English, the Dutch, and so on. SCP-4001-1: Are they great Empires? Dr. Koudopolis: They are great. Though they are not good. SCP-4001-1: I see. That is perhaps true of all empires. Even great Egypt was not a place of kindness, nor were we able to stay the advance of Rome. We were so proud in the city. Alexandria was a great city, and her Library was the envy of the world, but no-one but us understood the true greatness she hid beneath her. Perhaps if we had just… no. I have pondered that alternative many times, and it would never be what she wanted. Philosopher, what do you intend to do with this place? Dr. Koudopolis: My task is to keep it safe. To discover its mysteries. SCP-4001-1: To use it? Dr. Koudopolis: Perhaps. Cautiously if we do, and only if necessary. I've already read some books, and I understand the potential. SCP-4001-1: These empires you speak of… they must never find this place. They would exploit her without thought. Dr. Koudopolis: We are taking steps to ensure that it remains hidden. SCP-4001-1: Good. Good. Philosopher, would you do me a kindness? Dr. Koudopolis: I can make no promises. SCP-4001-1: I would simply like to see the sky again. It has been nineteen hundred years since I have seen the stars. Nineteen hundred years since I have seen the Sun. It is eternally dark down here. There is no roof but the black void, and what light she gives us barely stretches the length of a shelf. Dr. Koudopolis: I shall make a request to my superiors. SCP-4001-1: Thank you… Watcher. [END LOG] Notes: SCP-4001-1 was granted permission to leave SCP-4001. With the assistance of Dr. Koudopolis, he was taken up the stairs to the surface on a clear night. He spoke briefly with Dr. Koudopolis during his time on the surface, died shortly after sunrise, and was buried in a small grave outside the city. Dr. Koudopolis maintains that he spoke of nothing of consequence in his final hours, and has not been persuaded to divulge otherwise. - hide Interview Log Addendum 4001.2: Testing Logs + Access Testing Logs - hide Testing Logs All tests were authorised and overseen by Senior Researcher Dr. Waylon Henricks, with the assistance of Dr. Avon Travers. Test Subject: D-0546, a healthy 35 year old male. Procedure: Book pertaining to D-0546 was located. Pen was used to write the phrase "lost all hair" in the book on the last page. Result: D-0546 started shedding their hair, becoming completely bald after 75 seconds. Test Subject: D-0567, an incapacitated and bedridden 27 year old female, crippled 3 weeks prior to the test. Procedure: Book pertaining to D-0567 was located. Pen was used to scribble out the line "back painfully broken while fleeing from SCP-████". (Line located on the last page of the book.) Result: D-0567 suffered a slight nosebleed and headache. After 150 seconds, D-0567 sat up and exited their bed. D-0567 does not remember their injury, and demonstrates ongoing symptoms of amnesia. Test Subject: [REDACTED] Procedure: Book pertaining to [REDACTED] was located. Pen was used to write the phrase "suffered heart attack and died" in the book on the last page. Result: [REDACTED] was reported dead in the newspapers the next day, having died of a sudden heart attack.16 Test Subject: D-0120, a healthy 22 year old male female. Procedure: Book pertaining to D-0120 was located. Pen was used to amend the phrase "hearty and loud baby boy born, 8 lbs 6 oz" to "hearty and loud baby boy girl born, 8 lbs 6 oz" (Line located on the first page of the book.) Result: D-0120 suffered a severe nosebleed and headache, as did 26 Foundation staff, including all researchers involved in testing. D-0120 flickered in and out of existence briefly, their appearance shifting from that of a young man to a young woman, before stabilising and falling unconscious. D-0120 was administered first aid, and Class-A amnestics. Notes from Dr. Henricks: D-0120 has since shown gender dysphoria, continues to identify as a male, and has requested genital reconstructive surgery. Test Subject: D-0245, a 45 year old male with a history of sexual assault. Procedure: Book pertaining to D-0245 was located. Book pertaining to one Maria Hermez (█ years of age at death) was located. Pen was used to scribble out the line "callously stalked, brutally [REDACTED] and slowly [REDACTED] Maria Hermez". (Line located on the second last page of the book.) Result: D-0245 suffered a severe nosebleed and headache, as did 7 Foundation staff, including all researchers involved in testing. D-0245 then disappeared, leaving no physical evidence behind. Both books also immediately disappeared, and returned to their places upon the shelves. Details of the books after the edit had changed. D-0245 was later tracked down and found to have died three years prior in a violent altercation. Maria Hermez was found to have died in a car crash three days after the event originally happened. Notes from Dr. Henricks: Her untimely death is unusual here. Possible Schmidt-Luhrmann effect17 in play? Test Subject: Researcher Dr. Claire Williams, 32, suffering from third stage lymphoma. Procedure: Book pertaining to Dr. Williams was located. Pen was used to write the phrase "was spontaneously cured of cancer" on the last page. Result: Dr. Williams showed immediate signs of recovery and better health. Notes from Dr. Henricks: Lymphoma symptoms returned 7 months later. Test Subject: Henry Adams, a fictional man whose life story was written into a book matching the style of those found within SCP-4001. Procedure: Book pertaining to Henry Adams was collated, then inserted onto a shelf inside SCP-4001 pertaining to the expected location for his chosen birth date. The book detailed an ordinary life, healthy constitution, complete lack of any connections to any historically, politically or culturally significant figures, and culminated in a line explaining his appearance within SCP-4001. Result: A semi-opaque red haired man appeared in SCP-4001, showing signs of disorientation. After 3 minutes, he curled into a ball and began rocking back and forth, before vomiting blood. Meanwhile, the book placed into the shelf rapidly began adding lines, detailing multiple tumours, mass organ failure, and instances of necrosis all across his body. Henry Adams died 110 seconds later, confirmed by the line in the book "died horribly, agonisingly, and justly from his organs doing what they were always meant to". 24 hours after the book was added to the shelf, it disappeared, and has not been seen since. Notes from Dr. Henricks: We are NOT trying that again. I am deeply wishing this place had its rules posted clearly, like every other damned library in the world. Also, are the books mocking us? Test Subject: D-0900, a healthy 22 year old male. Procedure: Book pertaining to D-0900 was located. D-0900 was given a lethal dose of morphine, and expired after 45 minutes. Immediately upon the line "died through cruel and unnecessary morphine poisoning" appearing in the book, the phrase "morphine disappeared from system, resulting in spontaneous resuscitation" was written after it. Result: D-0900 coughed violently, and regained consciousness. D-0900 was administered Class-B amnestics. No behavioural or physiological consequences were noted, though D-0900 tested lower on cognitive tests after the experiment, possibly due to damage caused by anoxia to the brain. Test Subject: D-0989, a 43 year old female killed in SCP-███ containment breach 3 days prior. Procedure: Book pertaining to D-0989 was located. Pen was used to scribble out the line "fatally struck, torn in half, and crushed by rampaging monster". (Line located on the last page of the book.) Result: D-0989 reappeared immediately in D-class quarters. D-0989 did not respond to any questioning regarding their state of being or memories, nor did application of Class-A amnestics result in any change in demeanour. D-0989 suffered from severe headaches for 8 days afterwards, and showed moderate disorientation for a further 15 days before committing suicide. The only words spoken by D-0989 for the entirety of the time period were "send me back, let me go." Test Subject: Researcher Dr. Claire Williams, 33, suffering from second stage lymphoma. Procedure: Book pertaining to Dr. Williams was located. Pen was used to write the phrase "was spontaneously and permanently cured of cancer and all other diseases" on the last page. Result: Dr. Williams showed immediate signs of recovery and better health. Notes from Dr. Travers: Dr. Williams has remained in remarkably good health for 2 years, before mild lymphoma symptoms returned. She's going to need to keep doing this, it seems. Test Subject: D-0323, a 29 year old male killed in SCP-███ containment breach 28 days prior. Procedure: Book pertaining to D-0323 was located. Pen was used to write the phrase "returned back to life" on the last page of the book. Result: D-0323 reappeared immediately in D-class quarters, suffering from cerebral hemorrhaging. D-0323 died 13 minutes later, with such information being confirmed within their book. Test Subject: D-0310, a 36 year old male killed in an accident during routine construction duties 2 days prior. Procedure: Book pertaining to D-0310 was located. Pen was used to write the phrase "returned back to life in full and proper health, free from all infirmities physical, physiological and psychological" on the last page of the book. Result: [REDACTED]18 Overseer Note: As of ██/██/████, all testing related to the resurrection of the dead through any means is strictly forbidden. For all its potential, SCP-4001 does not enable us to bring back the dead, though it can act potentially as a short term lifesaver, and a long term life extender if other options are voided. Never forget that there's limits to just how much we can mess with chronology. - 05-9 - hide Testing Logs Addendum 4001.3: Cataloging Assistance System + Access Cataloging Assistance System - hide Cataloging Assistance System On ██/██/19██, a team of researchers and engineers led by Dr. Abrams completed the development of a simple AI and two corresponding robotic bodies, with the intention of compiling a complete record of the estimated 120 billion books within the archives, and making acquiring specific books from within the collection easier. Dubbed "Marvin" and "Molly" by Dr. Travers, they were originally set to the task of compiling a database by scanning every name on every book within the archives, a task they took a little over 12 years to complete19. Currently, "Molly" is permanently stationed adjacent to the Camp A boundary, adding new names to the database as they appear. "Marvin" acts as an aide to staff, and if requested for a specific book, will locate and collect the book for staff, usually within a few hours depending on the distance needing to be travelled. "Marvin" has had wings installed on his body and his programming updated to enable flight at speeds of up to 250 km/h within SCP-4001 by flying above the shelves. Note: On ██/██/20██, staff discovered a book entitled "Marvin and Molly." After reading the book, the decision was made to temporarily remove the robots used in the Cataloging Assistance System, whereupon the book disappeared 24 hours later. The robots were returned to SCP-4001 the next week, and the book reappeared in its original position, containing the line "Marvin and Molly were returned to their true place of belonging, undoing the cruelty and callousness of their departure". The decision has been made to designate "Marvin" and "Molly" SCP-4001-2 collectively. Researcher Note: We're a tight little group down here in the dusk. It's not hard to get lost down here, it can get pretty lonely, and we rely on those two more than we care to admit. They're very much considered a part of the team. My best guess is that Alexandria considers them honorary librarians of a sort. You feel like they almost have personalities some days. -Dr. Avon Travers, Archivist - hide Cataloging Assistance System Addendum 4001.4: Incident 4001-F + Access Incident Report - hide Incident Report On ██/██/████, [REDACTED] entered SCP-4001, and requested that "Marvin" collect a specific book for them. They had recieved appropriate clearance to enter the site, but not to perform any experimental procedures. 7 hours later, 43 other Foundation staff suffered from nosebleeds, and complained afterwards of severe headaches, prompting a response team to enter SCP-4001, whereupon [REDACTED] was found standing alone in the shelves, disoriented, with a nosebleed and a book at their feet. They were escorted from the premises and detained for questioning. The book in question referred to one "Dr. Junifer Peters", the contents detailing a number of successful missions within the Foundation and multiple promotions to the rank of [REDACTED], as well as a romance, falling out, and eventually a spiteful rivalry with [REDACTED]. The first page of the book had been torn out. An immediate attempt to repair the book was made using materials on hand (a needle and spool of thread). The attempt was temporarily successful- an unidentified woman appeared spontaneously in Foundation headquarters, flickering in and out of visibility, and alternating between confusion and disorientation, and screaming in panic. She disappeared completely after ███ hours, and has not reappeared since. After the event, Foundation records were searched. No documentation related to a Dr. Junifer Peters was found, nor could any Foundation staff recall ever meeting her. Researcher Note: A reminder that following incident SCP-4001-F, no non-archivist personnel, no matter how highly ranked, is permitted to be alone while in the archives. All it takes is one nutjob to tear out one early page and all of human history breaks. -Dr. Lincoln Abrams, Archive Manager - hide Incident Report You have insufficient credentials to access further addenda. Please enter Level 5 Security Credentials to proceed. ENTER LEVEL 5 SECURITY CREDENTIALS HERE - hide Addendum 4001.5 Addendum 4001.5: On ██/██/████, clearance was granted by a vote of the 05-Council for an attempt to explore below the floor of SCP-4001. Carpet knives, axes and a jackhammer were brought inside SCP-4001 under careful supervision of the archivists, and a patch of carpet measuring 1m x 1m was cut from the floor near Base Camp. The carpet was raised without difficulty, revealing a concrete floor covered in a layer of ash. Under the advice of Archive Manager Lincoln Abrams, the ash was sampled, the carpet was replaced, and the exploration attempt was aborted. Subsequent carbon dating of the ash suggests it to be between 70,000 and 80,000 years old, and spectrometric analysis of the ash suggests it resulted from the burning of wood and paper. Further testing performed at randomly selected locations within SCP-4001 suggest that the ash is located beneath most, if not all, of the flooring of SCP-4001. No records within Foundation archives or SCP-4001 itself describe a major combustion event within SCP-4001. Researcher Note: I've spent more than half my life down here in these shelves and will likely spend the rest of it in here as well, as did my dozen-or-so predecessors. I've always been aware that within here lies both potentially the greatest tool for the Foundation's success, and the greatest weapon for the destruction of humanity, as has everyone else who has stepped into these hallowed halls. Old libraries tend to develop personalities of a sort. Inviting and cozy, majestic and regal, aged and dusty; you must know of what I speak. This one, though, is unique. It has power, and it doesn't let you forget that. It permits us to fiddle with some of its rules, while harshly reminding us when we step out of line. Anyone who reads any of these magnificent volumes can't help but realise that the Library has a personality of its own, and passes its own judgments upon the actions of those whose lives are interred within. Waylon, after you went and did all of those experiments, where you pulled those books from their shelves and wrote all over them to mess with the lives of those beneath you, I went and had a look at your book. I saw what the Library wrote about your actions. I saw how it expressed its disdain for your attempts to play God, to rewrite reality to our will. I saw its disgust for all of your sins. Yes Waylon, I now know every dirty little thing you've done, but more importantly, so does this place. It considers you arrogant, and it looks down upon you, with far more disdain than I could ever muster. Yes, I've read my own book too. And Avon's. And the book of nearly everyone who has worked down here. On the whole, I consider the plentiful judgment levied upon myself and the rest of us fair. The Library judges not just actions, but intentions, and it knows intimately how much the rest of us care for it, and how much we've tried to ensure it isn't abused. Never forget that this place is permitting us to be here, and never forget to respect it. Lest Alexandria could doom us all. -Dr. Lincoln Abrams, Archive Manager, Watcher of Alexandria Eternal - hide Addendum 4001.5 Footnotes 1. As a last resort, detonating the charges would flood and seal the tunnel with molten iron, severely delaying access to SCP-4001 and allowing response teams time to assault and recapture the location. In extreme cases, the load of iron would also serve to protect SCP-4001 from damage if a nuclear detonation over the location becomes a tactical necessity. 2. Titanium/tungsten security doors have since been constructed within the antechamber. 3. Attempts to dig into SCP-4001 from outside have resulted in digging past its expected location, indicating that SCP-4001 exists within an extra-dimensional space. The tower itself terminates 12 metres above the ground, rather than appearing to connect to any roof. 4. While SCP-4001 lacks a roof and has plentiful space above the shelves, the non-Euclidian geometry means that it is impossible to ascend to a height greater than 25 meters above the floor, with further attempts to increase in altitude resulting in remaining at the same height. 5. The repetitive nature of the geography means it can be easy to lose one's location within SCP-4001. The only otherwise distinct structure within SCP-4001 is the tower from which the stair descends. 6. New shelves appear at an approximate rate of one every 16 hours, with several new books appearing each second. 7. This includes human-born SCP instances, though no book pertaining to a non-human being has yet been located, with the exception of SCP-4001-2. 8. The exact dimensions of every book, regardless of number of pages, is 12 cm x 20 cm x 2 cm. 9. Each bookshelf is double sided, each side holding 8 rows of 5,000 books, for a total of 80,000 books per shelf. SCP-4001 stores three shelves in a line before returning to the same point, thus keeping some 240,000 books per walkway. At 2.5 meters from one walkway to the next, one thus passes almost one million books for every 10 meters one walks along SCP-4001, or 100 million per kilometer. At last estimate, SCP-4001 is well over 1000 kilometers in length. 10. The individual referred to himself as the 'Watcher of Alexandria Eternal'. 11. It is highly recommended that any attempts to foray within SCP-4001 are done by bicycle, with supplies of food, water, and backup sources of electricity, though the ambient temperature and lack of humidity means that heat sources are unnecessary. 12. Due to the continuous expansion of shelves into the intervening space, these values are steadily increasing 13. If walking 'forward' from Base Camp to G, the distance is approximately 200 km. 14. None of the books contain reference to dates, with very few referencing named locations, making identification of specific locations or time periods difficult. 15. Around 75,000 BC, the Toba Supervolcano in Indonesia erupted, with severe impacts on global climate. The theory states that this had a catastrophic impact on the burgeoning proto-human population. Genetic analyses suggest the human population fell as low as 5000 breeding individuals in the few millennia following the eruption, with modern humanity showing unusually low genetic diversity as a consequence. No other possible cause for the bottleneck has been identified. 16. Archive Manager Abrams explicitly forbade the use of SCP-4001 to terminate life after this test. Dr. Henricks was admonished and disciplined, and required to submit all experimentation methodology to approval before continuing experimentation. 17. The Schmidt-Luhrmann effect is the tendency of retrocausally altered timelines to replicate events from the original timeline far more closely than would otherwise be expected under the Butterfly effect, presumably to avoid catastrophic chronological paradoxes. 18. As a consequence of the damages sustained at Site-85 resulting from the experiment, Dr. Henricks was demoted and removed from duty at SCP-4001. 19. As well as collating data on every book, the Cataloging Assistance AI also located three skeletons (two human, one equine) deep within SCP-4001, some 38 kilometers past Camp C. Initial teams seem to have missed the skeletons, presumably since they were located in the dark areas of shelving. Based upon clothing and analysis of their supplies, they entered SCP-4001 some time in the fourth century BCE. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4001" by GentleGifts, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4001. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Image 1 Filename: cognitohazard.jpg Name: N/A Author: Sa-horse License: Permission Granted Source Link: https://imgur.com/a/IcSSbWm |
SCP-4002 | keter | BY ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL This Documentation is Sealed Level 5 Access Only In accordance with O5-Order 4002-29, this documentation is sealed to all personnel without Level 5 clearance. In addition, Level 5 personnel are encouraged not to access this file without a pressing reason or instruction from O5-1. Your current access credentials are #ID O5-1. Warning: Impersonation of an Overseer and unauthorized access of this file are both offenses meriting severe repercussions, up to and including summary execution. Item #: SCP-4002 Special Containment Procedures: All information directly regarding SCP-4002 is to be expunged from the general database, with the sole exception of a sealed file accessible only by members of the O5 Council. Should any unauthorized individual obtain information regarding SCP-4002, purposefully or otherwise, they are to be terminated without exception. Newly discovered artifacts containing selections from the Sumerian King's List are to be immediately confiscated and examined by Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"). Any references to the Seed of Life, King Etana, the Black Moon, or to information associated with any of the former are to be falsified or destroyed. A Kholoud-memetic trigger has been implanted in all living humans. It is transmittable through biological reproduction, several figures of speech, and the use of amnestics. All humans created through the activation of the Ganymede Protocol are pre-implanted with the trigger. When activated, the trigger will cause the subject to utter a vocalization related to the nature of any present anomalies affecting them. Should any subject respond to the trigger with a simple affirmative statement, SCP-4002 will be considered uncontained. At this time, re-evaluation of core Foundation principles and operating procedures will become necessary. Description: SCP-4002 is a non-permanent agreement between Etana, a Sumerian king of Kish who reigned at some point prior to 3000 B.C., and a hostile deity of unknown identity. The exact date when the deal will expire is currently unknown. Kish Report Close Addendum The recovered portion of the Sumerian King's list, colorized. 12 October, 1907 Salutations Administrator, Kish has finally yielded her secrets to us, with the enclosed portion of the Sumerian King's List being the most pertinent to our current efforts. I admit to being skeptical we could actually discover ancient anomalies after the failure in Saqqara, but I'm now convinced you were correct. The list fragment was buried with the preserved corpse of an eagle whose wingspan exceeded 30 feet! The list, both before and after the Flood, follows a simple format of name and reign length. Except one. And in that very one, a direct mention of the Seed itself. This king Etana is the road that will lead us to our quarry. Bright, Zartion, and Loyd will be pleased. I've directed all of our staff in the region to search for artifacts bearing his name. It has become obvious that we are but on the threshold of the discovery. And I refuse to rest until the truth is in our grasp. Yours, Howard Carter Department of Para-Archeology After the flood had swept over, and the kingship had descended from heaven, the kingship was in Kish. In Kish, Jucur became king; he ruled for 1200 years. Kullassina-bel ruled for 960 years. En-tarah-ana ruled for 820 years. Puannum ruled for 840 years. Kalibum ruled for 960 years. Kalumum ruled for 840 years. Zuqaqip ruled for 900 years. Atab ruled for 800 years. Macda, the son of Atab, ruled for 840 years. Arwium, the son of Macda, ruled for 720 years. Etana, the shepherd, he who ascended into heaven on Eagle's wings, he who made firm all the lands, he who was granted the Seed of Life, became king; he reigned for 1560 years. Balih, the son of Etana, ruled for 400. Eridu Report Close Addendum They planned a city The gods laid foundations The Igigi-gods founded its brickwork "Let it be their shepherd, "Let Etana be their architect" The Great Anunnaki1 gods ordainers of destinies, Sat taking their counsel concerning the land, By command of all of them the Igigi gods Ordained a festival for the people No king did they establish, over the teeming peoples, At that time no headdress had been assembled, nor crown, Nor yet scepter had been set with lapis. No throne daises whatsoever had been constructed. Ishtar came down from heaven to seek a shepherd, And sought for a king everywhere. Innina came down from heaven to seek a shepherd, And sought for a king everywhere. Enlil examined the dais of Etana, "Let kingship be established in the land, Let the heart of Kish be joyful" Kingship, the radiant crown, and throne. He brought order and knowledge. The gods of the lands rejoiced, Proud of their younger brethren. Etana kept on beseeching Shamash day after day. "I saw a dream, the City of Kish was sobbing." "Within it, the people were in mourning." "They sang a song of lamentation." "Oh Kish, giver of life! Etana can not give you an heir!" "O Shamash, you have dined from my fattest sheep!" "O Netherworld, you have drunk of the blood of my sacrificed lambs!" "I have honored the gods and revered the spirits," "Dream intepreters have used up my incense," "Gods have used up my lambs in slaughter." "O Lord, give the command!" "Grant me the Seed of Life!" "Reveal to me the plant of birth!" "Relieve me of my burden, grant me an heir!" Shamash made ready to speak and said to Etana: "Find a pit, look inside," "An eagle is cast within it." "He will carry you to highest heaven, where you may beseech the Annunaki." Etana went his way. He found the pit, he looked inside The eagle was cast within it There he was for him to bring up! 3 February, 1919 Administrator Fritzwillis, Project Lazarus nears completion, but you have yet to deliver the key to its success. Carter and his lieutenants have made unacceptably slow progress in the past decade, even accounting for the delays of the war. The recovered fragments of Etana's history give us no more insight on where we can find the Seed than we held previously. Carter's obsessive insistence that the information about early humanity's interaction with anomalies will prove valuable is tenuous at best. We already know human history is nothing more than a brief window after dozens of millennia of anomalous chaos. You said it yourself in our damn founding manifesto. We are on the verge of a final victory over the anomalous. An assurance that no petty god or fae plague will push us back into the darkness. More anomalies are appearing every year; if Lazarus is not finished then everything we've done will soon be rendered pointless. For Humanity's glory, Director Loyd 17 February, 1919 Administrator, Loyd doesn't see the whole picture here. The seed is irrelevant compared to what we are learning. We are assembling an accurate account of Humanity's relationship to the anomalous. The discovery of the Eridu tablets has changed everything. It was a sight surpassing all precedent, and one we never dreamed of seeing. You speculated at our founding about humanity and the anomalous, but what if you were wrong? And what if we can answer the one question that you couldn't? Why did the anomalies' numbers dwindle at the dawn of civilization? And why are they rising again now? Why did this civilization spread and grow to become modern man, when all attempts before it sank back beneath the dirt? I'm investigating a newly discovered ruin at the site of Agade, and I believe it to be a preserved cache of Sargon himself. If anyone can finish the story of one of the first kings, it is the first emperor. Give me time, please. I shall send updates of our excavation through courier or parcel once we are under way. Carter Agade Report Close Addendum Sargon, the mighty king, king of Agade, am I. My mother was a changeling, my father I knew not. My city was Azupiranu, which was situated on the banks of the Euphrates. My changeling mother conceived me, in secret she bore me. She set me in a basket of rushes, with bitumen she sealed my lid. She cast me into the river which rose not over me, The river bore me up and carried me to Ur-Zababa, King of Kish. I was raised up by his will, and slew him for his crimes upon my father and home. And also for those crimes of his ancestor Etana, whose deeds I must destroy. I have buried his truth beneath the altars of the fallen gods. I will unite the four quarters of the world to restore what was lost. My blood shall reign for 1000 years. They will hear the Black moon howl. 4 August, 1920 My Friend, He said so much and so little, but he knew the truth. The altars means Nippur, city of temples. I'll find it. All we have to do is peel the shrines like an onion, and we'll finally know what price was paid. He'd have been disappointed at his heirs, lasting only a fifth of his vision. But it has been so much longer than that now. Does this Black Moon howl today? Howard Loyd, Your concerns are noted, and some among the council share them. You are to accompany Carter on the dig in Nippur. Assist him in his efforts, but do what is necessary to ensure the project is successful. Carter's goals may no longer be our own. Should his termination prove necessary, the false insurgents will be blamed. O5-1 Nippur Report- O5-1 Access Only Close Addendum On March 3rd 1921, Director Loyd attempted to flee the dig site after injuring Agent Carter and several others. A detachment of RRH in their insurgency guise intercepted Loyd four kilometers from the premises and he was terminated after firing upon the task force. In his possession was a newly discovered stele, as well as a seed of the extinct Judean Date Palm tree. The latter was quickly discovered to possess powerful but mundane flesh manipulation and replication capabilities. It was designated Anomalous Item-001, and was given to Dr. Christopher Zartion to assist in the development of Project Lazarus. The Stele's contents are as follows: When he had borne him aloft a third league, The eagle said to him, said to Etana, "Look, my friend, how the land is now!" "The sea has become a gardener's ditch". After they had ascended to the heaven of Anu, At the gate of Sin The eagle and Etana did obeisance together, But the Mother would not give him the Seed. They passed through the gates of Anu, Enlil and Ea, The eagle and Etana did obeisance together, But each would not give him the Seed. He saw a gate with windows, it had no seal, And went inside. A remarkable young woman was seated therein, She was imposing and beautiful of feature. A throne was set out, the ground was trodden down, Under the throne lions were crouching. For she was Shamash, and the eagle and Etana did obeisance together. Etana beseeched Shamash once again, "Shamash, why do the Annunaki refuse me?" The goddess cried out, "King of Kish, that power is not meant for you!" "You will live long, and then another blood must reign." Etana was cast out from the gate. No god in heaven would help Kish. On Eagle's wings, he ascended above heaven. Beyond the sky, the Black Moon. The eagle and Etana did obeisance together, before the throne carved of ichor. The King beyond time whispered to Etana, "I know what you seek, and I will give it to you." "But l must be given a gift as well." "You desire it not for yourself, but for your people." "They will bear me a gift in your stead." "Kingship will reign in Kish, and order in Man." "But for an age you will give unto me your nature." "The beasts shall fall silent, and the Annunaki fade." "Time's call will be heard, and the deathless shall die." "To rise you will fall, and my howl shall resound." "In time, the Life you have purchased will begin to fade, "As the soul you have sacrificed will return." "You will know the age is done, when you hear the Black Moon's howl." And Etana fell back to the earth, as Eagle could no longer hear him. Seed in hand, Bilah was born unto Kish. But his life was far shorter than his father's. Kish did not cry as in Etana's vision, But Kish did cry. Excerpt from Overseer Emergency Meeting 29: O5-1: You've heard the account. How do we proceed? O5-3: You're certain we can trust this? It could be any old mythological hogwash. O5-2: There's no doubt. It fits too well with the scattered accounts we've recovered from the Children of the Night about the interregnum between our civilizations. They never made sense before. O5-8: Because we didn't know the truth about our own natures. O5-2: Yes. O5-6: Was everything we've done pointless? Are we just hypocrites in the end? O5-1: We've always been hypocrites, this merely extends the scale. But it doesn't change what we have to do. O5-11: Even if that means we've been locking up the only "normal" ones this whole time? O5-5: Right or wrong, I can't turn back. If I do, it means everyone who've died have been sacrificed for nothing. Can anyone here stand that weight? Brief Silence O5-12: I don't give a damn what an anomaly is in an empirical sense. It's an anomaly to our society, and that should be enough. O5-7: Hear, hear. What we once were does not change who we are today. O5-4: And what happens when the Black Moon howls, which this seems to imply will be soon? O5-1: Most likely, we fall. But on a timescale as long as this, even relatively close may give us centuries. No reason to despair over this when any of a hundred anomalies could end the world on any given day. In the meantime, we set precautions and try to create a warning system. It is all we can do. O5-13: There may be one recourse we can take to counter this threat, though it is not a guaranteed success. O5-1: What do you propose? O5-13: We have the Seed now, and with it the chance to complete Project Lazarus. Project Thaumiel and its component parts were intended solely as a failsafe, but with proactive use it may delay or prevent this event. O5-10: …Agreed. Let us replace a blighted crop with a cutting of its former self, as many times as is necessary. Footnotes 1. 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SCP-4003 | safe | close Info X SCP-4003: On Cowboys, Catholicism, and the Cretaceous Author: Uncle Nicolini, SecretCrow, Papa Sen Image Attributions: + show block – hide block https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Fairbank_year_1890.jpg https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Lynch's_Slave_Market_by_Thomas_Easterly,_c1852.png https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:-Gentleman-_MET_DP218306.jpg https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:-Man_in_a_Sheraton_Chair-_MET_39.22.2.jpg https://ccsearch.creativecommons.org/image/detail/k-CMaRzp9GVaqJCvkKzpyg== https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Paleontological_camp.jpg This article was submitted for 4kcon. Item #: SCP-4003 Level 4/4003 Classified Provisional Site-1200 as seen from the entrance to the SCP-4003 dig site. Special Containment Procedures: A 2km area surrounding SCP-4003 and Provisional Site-1200 has been designated a protected area. Civilians entering the perimeter are to be intercepted and turned away. Only personnel specializing in archeology, paleontology, and geology may be assigned to Provisional Site-1200. All extracted artifacts and fossils recovered from SCP-4003 are to be stored in Site-11's Intensive Care Item Storage after being cataloged. Excess fossils deemed to be non-anomalous may be donated to the Museum of the Rockies via a Foundation front organization, the Southern Canadian Paleontologists group. Any mentions of the town of Temperance found in historical documents and period journals are to be expunged. Description: SCP-4003 is the group designation for the archaeological remains of the town of Temperance and its citizens found in the Hell Creek Formation near Jordan, Montana. Fossils, objects, and remains found within SCP-4003 date to the upper Cretaceous era1. The town's few buildings included a saloon, sheriff's office, trading post, general store, and domestic buildings along its main street. Temperance primarily served as a rest stop for caravans heading to Helena from the Minnesota territory and had a small permanent population. The calculated population is estimated to have been 40 civilians and 10 horses and other livestock. Though little information on the town is available, it is mentioned in the journals of Gold Rush settlers between 1859 and 1866. Though the exact date of the town's disappearance is currently unknown, it is believed to have vanished in November of 1866. Temperance's Main Street, circa 1866. Following its disappearance, Temperance and its population manifested in the late Cretaceous era about 66 million years ago. It is believed most, if not all of the inhabitants and livestock perished from oxygen poisoning due to the increased levels of the chemical compound present in the Earth's atmosphere at the time. Any survivors were then likely to have perished from exposure, disease, famine, and the predatory megafauna. The town of Temperance reappeared in its exact geographical location in the Upper Cretaceous Period. The lithology of SCP-4003 and the surrounding area indicate the climate of the area was subtropical due to its proximity to the Western Interior Seaway; sharply contrasting the aridity of modern Montana. Below are brief lists of fossils and artifacts found in SCP-4003.2 + Open Document 4003-1221-SPECIMENS - Close Document 4003-1221 Specimen Quantity Notes Triceratops prorsus 3 Two specimens are believed to be juveniles. Acheroraptor temertyorum 12 Numerous specimens have been found to have suffered various bone fractures. Thoracosaurus neocesariensis 5 N/A Didelphodon vorax 14 Many of the recovered specimens are incomplete. Struthiomimus sedens 4 N/A Canis lupus familiaris 1 The recovered specimen is missing most extremities, save for the right hind leg. Equus ferus caballus 6 Most recovered specimens are incomplete and have been found in scattered concentrations across SCP-4003. Gallus gallus domesticus 3 All recovered specimens are incomplete. Tyrannosaurus rex 2 One of the recovered specimen is missing its head and several vertebrae. Homo sapien 26 Specimens vary in quality. There are 1 infant, 3 youth, and 22 adult specimens recovered. - Close Document 4003-1221 A restored Tyrannosaurus rex on display at Site-11. Specimen was recovered from SCP-4003. + Open Document 4003-1222-OBJECTS - Close Document 4003-1222 Object Quantity Notes Glass Shards Unknown Though most glass in SCP-4003 has been found to be naturally occuring, a number of instances display unnatural colors and are believed to have been dyed. Silver Crucifix 1 The object was found to be in exceedingly good condition. Horseshoe 7 The recovered objects show heavy oxidation. Colt 1851 Navy Revolver 1 The recovered object was heavily oxidized and in good condition, save for the wooden grip which has decayed away. Springfield Model 1842 2 The recovered objects were heavily oxidized and in good condition, save for the wooden stocks, which have decayed away. Metal Safe 1 See Addendum 1. - Close Document 4003-1222 SCP-4003 was discovered in 1871 by gold miners from the nearby Everwood Mine. Foundation field operatives were dispatched to the dig site to evaluate the reports of human remains being found deep underground in newly created tunnels. Though originally believed to be Homo neanderthalensis specimens, the anatomy of the found skulls were identical to that of a Homo sapiens. Level II Hypnosuggestive agents3 were administered to all involved civilians and the Foundation purchased ownership of Everwood Mine. Provisional Site-1200 was established near SCP-4003 shortly afterward, and the area of discovery was excavated. An investigation by the Department of Temporal Anomalies is currently ongoing, as is archeological and paleontological work on SCP-4003. Addendum 1: Recovered Journals On 07/26/2008, a metal safe found to be in good condition was recovered from SCP-4003. Its contents are anomalously well-preserved and show no signs of aging. Items found in the safe include musket balls, revolver rounds, a rosary, daguerreotypes, and a journal. The journal is labeled as belonging to one 'Pendleton Tweed'; a sheriff's deputy in Temperance. A collection of entries following Temperance's disappearance is available below. Note: The presented entries have been revised and edited to be easily legible by modern standards. + Show Journal Logs - Hide Journal Logs 15th of November, anno Domini 1866 Sheriff Boone and I still I can't make sense of what happened. Everyone remembers a white light and then nothin', me and the Sheriff too. We all got up with our heads poundin' and feelin' like we drank the town dry. Old Pete, Mary, and Annette's kids was all dead, s'well as most of the chickens and one of the horses. The out of towners were alright, said they saw the same thing too. But what's strangest is the boonies. It ain't how it used to be, it's all green now and with trees too. I ain't never seen nothin' like it before. It's like I was in paradise when I see it. Sheriff Boone says it ain't right though, says something's very wrong. Sheriff Boone's fixing to hold a town meeting with the outsiders and all the folks at first hour tomorrow. We's buryin' the dead tonight. 16th of November, anno Domini 1866 Everyone's real uneasy 'bout the situation. Folks are grievin' and the out of towners are itchin' to take off. Sheriff Boone says no one can leave 'less they's part of the scouting posse he's gettin' together, says we need to know what's around us. Somethin' took the chickens too, left some strange tracks. Sure as hell ain't no coyote. Damn thing left tracks lookin' like real big chicken tracks. Must'a come at night cause ain't no one seen it. One of the dogs brought in a varmint too big to be a rat, it looked ugly and had a long face. Ain't ever seen nothin' like it, but he ain't seem to mind. That old boy ate it anyway. Father Jacob says we's needing to be strong and God will guide us. I pray we figure out what's happenin' soon, and for the posse's safe return. 19th of November, anno Domini 1866 A bunch of the out of towners stabbed up Merle in the middle of the night and stole everything they could from his shop before taking off with some horses. They were in a real damn hurry, I reckon, cause they left behind their caravan. From the looks of things they was prospectors heading to California. A lot of diggin tools and some dynamite. We's burying Merle later, but we is low on supplies now. Father Jacob and I are workin on rationing what we got, but it won't last too long. Father Jacob keeps sayin he's hearing things at night, but he don't know what. He's asked for me to stay out by the church and keep an eye out tonight. I reckon since we's buryin' Merle I might as well stay a spell. I pray Merle goes to heaven, he ain't deserve what come to him. S'all my fault for not bein' able to protect him. "Temperance and her first citizens"- July 5th, anno Domini 1859 20th of November, anno Domini 1866 I swear on God, Father Jacob and I saw a demon last night. It was big, like a person, and it walked on two feet but it had a neck like a snake and eyes like one too. It was making these sounds from hell and it was digging at Merle's grave. We wasn't able to bury him too deep cause of the mud, and I saw that monster eating at old Merle's body. I fired at it, but it was too dark for me to hit the dang thing. Father Jacob says we's in hell, bein' punished by God for not believing. He went and told everyone and now they's in a panic, but he says so long as we keep prayin God will spare us from his wrath. I ain't thunk I was a sinner. No man's perfect, but I reckon I try being as close to God as one can. I reckon I got a lot to think 'bout. But now the whole town's gone to the dogs, everyone's panickin' over what Father Jacob says. I put my foot down and told 'em to quit it, told 'em to pack it up and take it to the church if he wanted to proselytize. Can't have 'em scarin' everyone like that even if we's surrounded by devils. Tonight I will pray for forgiveness, and for protection. 21st of November, anno Domini 1866 Sheriff Boone, Red, and Jeremiah came back, but they was missing a horse. Sheriff Boone says a giant devil with a head as big as a man snuck up on them when they was sleeping and picked up a horse in its mouth, then tossed it like it was a toy. They hid and watched it eat up until the devil went away. 'Twas big as a building and longer than two, they says. The others said they seen more, smaller, bigger, and of all colors. Food is scarce and these rat varmints ain't big enough to feed one person, let alone 30. Safety and food will be in my prayers tonight. 23rd of November, anno Domini 1866 I reckon Father Jacob was right sayin we's in hell after seein' what happened yesterday. We was attacked by dozens of little demons, all of them with long necks, teeth like knives, and claws like vultures. They came from nowhere and killed a bunch of folk before we was able to drive them off. Sheriff Boone and Father Jacob got into it real nasty after. Sheriff Boone wanted to try and eat from the remains of these things. Father Jacob accused him of being a blasphemer, tryin' to tempt us to sin by eating the flesh of a demon. Says God is watching us, he sees Him at night; but that ain't stop Sheriff Boone. I reckon I am a sinner after all. I will pray to God for forgiveness tonight; I know not what I done, but I beg you, my Lord, to wash away my sin. The subject of the image is currently unknown. The rear reads: "Let this be a reminder not to let m'self talked into paying a god damn dollar for a photograph." 25th of November, anno Domini 1866 The night those demons attacked us, Father Jacob lead the townsfolk to destroy all the alcohol in the town. They smashed it all up in the church, then locked themselves in there till just today. They says they was prayin' for our town, says me and Sheriff Boone is sinners and the reason we's been cursed to be in hell. I still dunno what I done to make everyone deserve this. Sheriff Boone says I ain't at fault, but the townsfolk won't even look me in the eye no more. I got half a mind to go over and put lead between Father Jacob's eyes for makin' a bad situation worse, but then I'd be the same as he. Tonight I will pray for forgiveness again, as well as for this rain to stop. The damn frogs won't let me sleep. A daguerreotype photograph found folded within the journal. It is believed to depict the author. The back of the photograph is dated March 9th, 1860. 28th of November 1st of December anno Domini 1866 Lots of folks are dead. Sheriff Boone is dead. The rain won't stop. I ain't sleep in what feels like forever. A giant monster like I never seen before came in, makin' the whole town shake with its footsteps. It was bigger than any building I seen before, and it walked right up to the pile of demons and started eatin' 'em. Father Jacob and a few others came scramblin' out of the church tryin' to excorcise it, but it ate him. Was the scariest thing; one second he was there shoutin' 'bout Christ and then all we was hearin' was the rain. Then it roared the worst sound I ever heard; somethin' fittin the demon it was. The townsfolk tried shootin' at it but the damn thing didn't even care. Just made it angrier. All I could do was sit there an watch while Sheriff Boone ran out and grab some dynamite. The monster was fixin' to kill the townsfolk but Sheriff Boone caught its attention. Blew the damn thing's head clean off, and himself too. The rain got worse before we could even try and move the demon away. I made everyone go home after that. Ain't no sense in bein' outside near all them bodies if it's gonna make more of 'em come. I don't reckon I know what to pray for no more. I saw God last night. I saw His light in the sky, shinin' so bright next to the moon. It was beautiful. I begged Him for forgiveness, I begged Him to learn what I did wrong. But God ain't answerin' me. I been begging God for the rain to stop, for forgiveness, and clarity. I see Him in the sky in the day now too. He's so bright behind these clouds, I can feel His touch. But God ain't happy with me. I know my punishment is comin', and God almighty himself is deliverin' it. One last time I will pray for forgiveness tonight. - Hide Journal Logs Footnotes 1. Due to the roughly similar location of discovery and dated time of origin, investigation of a connection between SCP-4003 and SCP-3834 is underway. 2. No recovered Dinosauria fossils have been noted to be feathered. 3. Prior to the discovery and widespread use of amnestics, the Foundation utilized Hypnosuggestive agents to induce amnesia and maintain secrecy. Though very powerful, the drug often had nearly fatal side effects. Use of Hypnosuggestive agents was discontinued in 1958. 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