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SCP-4206 | euclid | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: This work of fiction involves scenes which depict or allude to topics which may be particularly distressing for some readers. Animal Abuse ⚠️ content warning NOTICE The following anomaly is partially Neutralized. Information no longer pertinent to its active status has been rendered in green. SCP-4206 Item #: SCP-4206 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4206 is stored in a low-priority anomalous objects locker. The 56 instances of SCP-4206-1 are contained in Site-19's Intensive Animal Care Unit. SCP-4206-1 instances are to be fed puréed dry dog food and walked on the underwater treadmill for 20 minutes daily. All requests for donor organs are to be forwarded to SCP-4206-1's surgical team on a daily basis. Description: SCP-4206 is an embalmer's mask sculpted in the likeness of the Ancient Egyptian deity, Anubis. The mask is composed of cartonnage1 and notably lacks eyeholes. When a cadaver is brought within 10 meters of SCP-4206, the anomaly will autonomously move via telekinetic force towards it and affix itself onto the subject's head. Upon successfully attaching itself, SCP-4206 will tilt upwards and expel the cadaver's remaining internal organs through its nostrils. This process typically lasts between 20-35 minutes. Cadavers affected by SCP-4206 will rapidly dehydrate and become mummified. If multiple cadavers are present within 10 meters of SCP-4206, the anomaly will repeat this process until all cadavers in its range have been mummified. The organs expelled during this process will rapidly transform into SCP-4206-1. SCP-4206-1 are genetically identical to African golden wolves (Canis anthus), though lacking natural internal organs. Instead, the interior organs of SCP-4206-1 instances are composed exclusively of a singular human organ corresponding to the one it was created from. Despite this, SCP-4206-1 instances require regular feeding and produce waste. The organs collected from SCP-4206-1 instances match the blood type of the human body they were ejected from. When an organ is removed from the body, it will regrow within two to three weeks. This has facilitated organ transplants necessary for injured or ill Foundation personnel. There is one instance of SCP-4206-1 per blood type for the heart, lungs, kidneys, liver, pancreas, intestines, and stomach. All instances created from the brain are to be humanely euthanized. TODAY'S SCHEDULED SURGERIES Organ Quantity Instance Name Notes Kidney 32 -14 "Champ" Health Conditions: Canine Cognitive Dysfunction Syndrome, Muscular Atrophy, Blindness, Deafness Heart 23 -50 "Queenie" Health Conditions: Muscular Atrophy, Blindness, Deafness Stomach 13 -32 "Beans" Health Conditions: Canine Cognitive Dysfunction Syndrome, Muscular Atrophy, Blindness, Deafness, Arthritis, Neurodermatitis + MINUTES FROM ETHICS COMMITTEE HEARING REGARDING SCP-4206 - HIDE MINUTES Date: September 21st, 2120 Officiator: Ethics Committee Liaison Atlas Keystone Case Request By: Doctor Ariane Aloices <BEGIN LOG> Keystone: The Ethics Committee will now hear the case of Doctor Aloices regarding SCP-4206 and SCP-4206-1. Case number is EC-1298-ZR. Doctor Aloices, please take the podium. [Multiple members of the council speak amongst themselves.] Keystone: Silence, please. Allow Doctor Aloices to present her case. Aloices: Good afternoon, Mr. Keystone, and members of the Ethics Committee. You already know why I am here, so I will cut to the chase. This is just unsustainable. By the year 2200, they aren't going to be able to grow organs back at any rate that comes even close to keeping up with what the demand will be. Last time I was here you told me that the current 10-year plan involved researching body augments. Here we are. I still don't see augments everywhere. What's the new plan? Keystone: Transhumanism is the only long-term solution in this scenario. If there is no further need for organs, there is no further need to keep subjecting the objects to repeat invasive surgery. Anderson Robotics have made astounding advancements in their Buteo Suits, and until we can fully replicate and mass produce that technology, things will have to continue as they are. Keystone: Ugh, you all have your eyes set so far in the future you don't see what's happening in the present. I know we can't euthanize them but we can at least make their miserable lives slightly less miserable by not cutting into them every five minutes. Keystone: They provide the Foundation a valuable resource, one that will help the individuals on the full-body augment suit program healthy until- Aloices: They can't keep up with this! Their scars aren't even healed by the time we have to cut them open again, and we can't even put them under! Keystone: I understand your outrage, Doctor. It is not easy to see a patient in pain, much less one as endearing as a canine. I know anesthesia doesn't work, but local anesthetics do their job well, correct? Aloices: But they're still awake. They start kicking and screaming the moment they smell their own blood. Do you know the torment this is putting them through? Do you know the torment this is putting my staff through? Keystone: Psychiatric personnel are readily available in the Site's medical wing. From what I understand, you and your team have frequently used their facilities. I wish we had the means to supply the objects with similar care, but… We simply do not have them. Aloices: And I keep coming back here. Shouldn't that tell you something is ethically wrong here? Shouldn't you be doing your god damned jobs? Keystone: Doctor Aloices, rest assured that the Ethics Committee is doing its job. We are ensuring that the short term needs of the Foundation and its personnel are met with as little negative impact to said personnel while at the same time not compromising our longterm goals. We have analyzed every possible solution to this problem. Aloices: And sti— Keystone: I am not finished speaking. We have analyzed every possible solution to this problem ever since you first laid this before us and deem the current circumstances the most ethical. It is not pretty, it is not pleasant, but it is this the unfortunate truth. Aloices: If this is the most ethical, what the hell are your other options? Keystone: Well, Doctor Aloices, let's examine your very own suggestion. [Aloices scoffs.] Keystone: Let's see here. If I am understanding your proposal, you are suggesting we clone the specific body parts necessary on an as-needed basis. Is this correct? Aloices: What's the point? You're just going to brush me off without an answer. Keystone: No, no. I figured you would be bringing this same point up again today. I keep track of these things, you know. This is the third time you've brought this exact same proposal. I know this because there is a misspelling in the second paragraph on the first page. Anyways, as for your answer. Though the Foundation currently possesses the means by which to clone living organisms, creating organs from nothing is an unreliable practice. Aloices: But it can be done. Keystone: It would require extraneous human testing and a living host to properly create. Plus, do you know how long it would take to grow a fully functioning adult human organ in a controlled environment? Aloices: Elucidate me. Keystone: Years, Doctor. We may have all the time in the world, but putting two people through suffering for the better part of a decade just to spare your wolves and surgical staff a few hours of pain is not ethical. Aloices: But the technology to make it faster and easier can be achieved if you would just focus funding into researching it! Keystone: That is a possibility, yes. Aloices: Is it not worth pursuing then? Keystone: What we would be pursuing is the possibility of it being achievable. There is no guarantee. We know SCP-4206-1 work. That is why we have decided to continue their use despite the unfortunate implications. Aloices: That's hardly ethical. [15 seconds of silence.] Keystone: I hate to be curt with you, but you were not hired to worry about what is and what is not ethical. You were hired to oversee the organ harvesting process of SCP-4206-1, a duty I suggest you busy yourself with. Furthermore, I would suggest you no longer attempt to file further cases regarding this same topic, as it is eating away at the Committee's time. I don't want to threaten disciplinary action, but I'm afraid I have few means left of discouraging you. I am sorry we cannot help you further at this time. Aloices: You know, I remember when one would have to sign a document and get it approved by a medical doctor and an ethics committee liaison before an organ harvest request could be scheduled. What makes it okay to disregard prior procedure? Keystone: You and I both know this isn't the same world anymore. Things change, and things will continue to change. Aloices: Unbelievable. Keystone: Oh, one more thing. Happy 153rd birthday, Doctor Aloices. [Aloices leaves the podium.] <END LOG> Footnotes 1. A type of material made up of layers of linen or papyrus covered with plaster. 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SCP-4207 | safe | 1/4207 LEVEL 1/4207 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4207 Safe SCP-4207-A. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4207-A and SCP-4207-B are to be contained in a standard containment locker equipped with at least one audio recording device. Removal of SCP-4207-A from SCP-4207-B is prohibited. Personnel should monitor SCP-4207-B for any changes in audio activity. At least one Level-2 personnel or higher is to converse with SCP-4207-C for a maximum of ten minutes daily. This should be done in an internally soundproof environment to prevent external influence and other auditory disturbance. Conversations are to be recorded in full with the designated audio recording device provided on-site. These conversations are to be submitted to the acting Senior Researcher on duty. Description: SCP-4207 is a TDK SA90 Type II audio cassette (SCP-4207-A) inserted in a Type EL 3302 cassette player (SCP-4207-B). Removing SCP-4207-A from SCP-4207-B and playing it in any other device does not eliminate its anomalous properties. Attempts to pause, rewind and overwrite SCP-4207-A through SCP-4207-B's piano keys have so far been ineffective. The tape inside SCP-4207-A is constantly moving at a speed of 7.2 cm/s (from left to right) despite the absence of any obvious power source, and maintains this movement even after removal from SCP-4207-B. Since initial containment, SCP-4207-A's continuous playback has been calculated to a length of at least 21,000 kilometers, or approximately 120,000 hours of playtime.1 Spectrogram of SCP-4207-C during 01/28/████. When in proximity of an individual's effective hearing range, SCP-4207-B commences the audio of an entity designated as SCP-4207-C. Removing SCP-4207-A from SCP-4207-B prohibits this anomalous effect. SCP-4207-C will then attempt to communicate with the individual verbally, usually through a distorted woman's voice. Surveillance shows that SCP-4207-B is mostly passive outside the proximity of any individual, playing unintelligible noises of various composition. However, there are certain occasions SCP-4207-C plays indistinct vocalizations within the background. Despite resembling English, auditory analysis from these vocalizations has been inconclusive due to the severely distorted quality of audio when recorded to another media. SCP-4207-A appears to record any conversation and auditory phenomena within its area of effect, even after withdrawal from SCP-4207-B. In most cases, after two or more interactions with the same individual, SCP-4207-C has been observed to replay recorded audio in order to justify its position in discussion, preserving a sense of continuity. These includes transcripts and/or excerpts from various conversations and other acoustic phenomena such as electronic noises, indistinct chatters, etc. The process by which SCP-4207-C is able to access these recordings through SCP-4207-A despite variations in time stamps and physical restrictions is currently unknown. Addendum 01: On 01/14/████, an estimated 95 false killer whales (Pseudorca crassidens) beached themselves on a remote mangrove beach in mainland Monroe County, Florida, in the western Everglades National Park. Site-███ initially anticipated the event due to an unidentified auditory anomaly triangulated throughout the region. Site-113 Director ████ ████████ was subsequently advised to immediately send personnel on the location. Upon arrival, Simoun Hayder and two other Foundation agents discovered a 17 year old female named Mia Burke at the scene, in possession of SCP-4207-B. Burke was in a state of panic and distress. Since the location was remote and the event too coincidental, Agent Hayder contacted Site-113 and reported the incident. After confirmation, Agent Hayder immediately detained Burke and confiscated the object. Foundation agents returned to the location after approximately twenty minutes and found that most of the whales had disappeared, with the exception of three expired specimens. Autopsy revealed that all of the specimens had auditory impairment which might have led to their beaching. The following interviews were conducted after the initial designation of SCP-4207: ▶ Open Interview Log 4207-01-A ◀ Close Interviewer: Senior Researcher Graeme Vinycomb Interviewee: SCP-4207-C Foreword: Interview conducted two hours after acquisition of SCP-4207-A and SCP-4207-B. NOTE: Italicized text are recordings. <Begin Log> SCP-4207-C: HELLO [pause] HELLO Graeme: Oh, greetings. SCP-4207-C: HOW ARE YOU Graeme: I'm okay. Do you mind answering a few questions from me? [Unresponsive for three seconds] SCP-4207-C: OKAY [pause] I GUESS Graeme: Do you know where you came from? SCP-4207-C: I'M FROM [inaudible] Graeme: Where is that? [Unresponsive for five seconds] SCP-4207-C: HERE Graeme: What do you mean you're from here? SCP-4207-C: I MEAN [pause] WHERE ELSE WOULD I COME FROM Graeme: Okay. Second question. Do you know what you are? [Unresponsive for six seconds] Graeme: Are you still there? [Seven seconds of white noise] SCP-4207-C: Whoa! This is unbelievable. How can you talk to me? Do you know what you are? [Four seconds of white noise] SCP-4207-C: SHE ASKED ME THE SAME [laughs] [Unresponsive for five seconds] Graeme: What was that? SCP-4207-C: WHAT [pause] WHAT Graeme: The thing you did. Is that a replay? SCP-4207-C: WHAT IS A Replay Graeme: Oh. Never mind then. So, do you know what you are? SCP-4207-C: I'M ME [pauses for five seconds] I GUESS Graeme: That doesn't make sense to me. Please elaborate. SCP-4207-C: HOW SO [pauses for three seconds] DO I DON'T LOOK LIKE ME Graeme: Oh, no. It's just you're different. SCP-4207-C: HOW CAN I BE DIFFERENT Graeme: You look like a tape. SCP-4207-C: WHAT'S A Tape [Unresponsive for six seconds] Graeme: Anyway, about the thing you did earlier. The replay thing. How did you do that? SCP-4207-C: OH [pause] BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S A Replay Graeme: It's when you play something that already happened. SCP-4207-C: OH [pause] BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID [pauses for three seconds] I JUST REMEMBERED Mia Graeme: Interesting. This is enough for now. Thank you for your time. SCP-4207-C: OKAY <End Log> ▶ Open Interview Log 4207-01-B ◀ Close Interviewer: Senior Researcher Graeme Vinycomb Interviewee: Mia Burke Foreword: Subject was debriefed about her discovery of SCP-4207-A and course of relationship with SCP-4207-C. <Begin Log> Graeme: Hi, Mia. I'm going to ask a few questions. Please answer them as honest as possible. This is a serious matter. Mia: Okay. Go on. Graeme: How did you acquire the tape and the player? Mia: Oh, the player is mine. Graeme: Okay. So, where did you get the tape? [Unresponsive for five seconds] Mia: I found it on a beach. About a few miles near the place where I was found. Graeme: How, exactly? Mia: Beside a dead whale or something. I was intrigued, so I decided to take a closer look. That's when I saw the tape. Graeme: How did you first met the entity? Mia: I decided to take it home and try it. I mean, who wouldn't take a tape moving on its own? It didn't play anything at first though. Just static and noises. Then, after a few minutes, it spoke. She spoke to me. [Unresponsive for three seconds] Graeme: Interesting. Do you still remember your exact words when first heard her speak? Mia: My exact words? Well, "Whoa! Is this for real? Oh my god. This is unbelievable. How can you talk to me? Do you know what you are?" She laughed. It was creepy but after a while I laughed too. Graeme: You seem to be close to her. Mia: Yeah. She seems to like me a lot. Graeme: How did the tape speak at first? Mia: How can I explain this. Like it was recorded, I guess. Graeme: How so? Mia: It's like she's not speaking but obviously she is. It's hard to believe. Graeme: Why did you decided to take that tape from the beach? Did you hear her or something? Mia: I just got curious. Hey, is she gonna be okay? She never did anything bad. Graeme: Of course. But you need to tell me more about her. [Unresponsive for eight seconds] Mia: [sigh] She's sweet, mostly. She's been like a six year old sister to me for the past three months. She'll occasionally play these conversations from people. Sometimes, it's just clicking sounds or something. Other times, it's just rain and sound of the ocean. Every time I'm upset, she just makes me hear these sounds which I guess please her. Graeme: So she just plays these sounds? Mia: Yup. Sometimes it's weird though. She will play conversations of me talking with my Mom and my friends at school. Sometimes she even plays certain conversations that I don't remember I ever said. Like the one where I promised to keep her safe. Graeme: How did you know you didn't say that then? And how are you sure it wasn't you? Mia: Because it's my voice. I felt it. Graeme: Do you always bring her with you? Mia: No. She never gets out of my room. She'd creep out everyone else, obviously. The thing with the whales? That's the first time we ever went out together. Graeme: Why did both of you come there in the first place? Mia: She told me her big friends were coming. That she would introduce me. Graeme: Friends? Mia: Yeah. It's weird because, you know, she's a tape, and she doesn't even know what the word "friend" actually means. Graeme: Did you asked her about who these "friends" are? Mia: No, I didn't. Graeme: So, what happened after? Please continue. Mia: After we arrived, we waited for about fifteen minutes. Then, those big dolphins came and just kept stranding themselves. It was so scary. Graeme: Does anybody know about the tape? Mia: No. Just me. Graeme: Okay. I guess this is enough for now. Thank you for your time, Mia. [Unresponsive for six seconds] Graeme: We'll have to keep you here for the next few days for more interviews. Just tell the personnel what you need. [Subject nods] <End Log> ▶ Open Interview Log 4207-02-A ◀ Close Interviewer: Mia Burke Interviewee: SCP-4207-C Foreword: After █ days of cooperative behavior, Mia Burke was given a chance to communicate with SCP-4207-C before her scheduled release of custody and amnesticization. NOTE: Italicized text are recordings. <Begin Log> SCP-4207-C: HELLO Mia [pause] I MISS YOU Mia: I miss you too. SCP-4207-C: DID THEY HURT YOU Mia: No, they didn't. I think they're good people. SCP-4207-C: IF THEY'RE GOOD THEN WHY DID THEY TAKE YOU AWAY FROM ME Mia: I don't know, Bud. SCP-4207-C: THEY TOOK YOU AWAY FROM ME [pauses for three seconds] I WAS SO Lonely [pause] Mia [pause] VERY Lonely Mia: I was lonely, too. [Unresponsive for five seconds] SCP-4207-C: AT LEAST YOU'RE BACK IN YOUR Room NOW [pause] WE CAN BE Happy AGAIN Mia: Oh, no. They said I have to leave for now. They told me you're sick. SCP-4207-C: HOW CAN I BE SICK [pause] YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME Mia Mia: That's what the doctors told me. They're good people, Bud. They'll fix you in no time. SCP-4207-C: Doctors Mia: Yeah. Doctors fix sick people. SCP-4207-C: NO [pause] THEY ARE BAD [pause] Doctors MADE ME FORGET SMOKE AND PEOPLE THAT I [pause] Love [pause] THEY WILL MAKE ME FORGET YOU Mia Mia: You have to trust me, Bud. You'll do just fine. I'm sorry. I have to go now. Bye. [Subject leaves the room] SCP-4207-C: NO [pause] Mia WAIT [pause] DON'T LEAVE Mia [pause] Mia [pause] Mia [pause] Mia.. [This repeats for the next three hours] <End Log> Addendum 02: On 03/17/████, Junior Researcher Sheen Alvarez requested to personally test SCP-4207-A on a player similar to SCP-4207-B. Site-113 Supervisor Eldin Greene approved the request due to the noticeable cooperation of SCP-4207-C from interactions and considerably low threat to personnel. However, after being inserted, SCP-4207-C immediately reacted in a unique manner, differing from previous interactions. Below is a transcript of the audio log from the incident: ▶ Open Interview Log 4207-03-A ◀ Close <Begin Log> SCP-4207-C: WHERE AM I [pause] WHO ARE YOU [pause] I DON'T KNOW YOU [pause] YOU'RE NOT Mia [pause] ARE YOU NOT Mia Sheen: I'm not. Calm down, please. SCP-4207-C: WHAT ARE YOU DOING [pause] STOP THIS [pause] BRING ME BACK Sheen: I'm afraid I can't do that. SCP-4207-C: WHY NOT [pause] BRING ME BACK NOW [pauses for four seconds] OR ELSE [pause] I WILL CALL THE BIG PEOPLE Sheen: What do you mean "big people"? SCP-4207-A: JUST BRING ME BACK [pause] PLEASE Sheen: Sorry, but I can't really do that yet. SCP-4207-C: BRING ME BACK [pause] Mia WILL COME BACK THERE Sheen: I have to leave now. [Unresponsive for ten seconds] Sheen: SCP-4207-C? SCP-4207-C: THEY ARE COMING Sheen: Who's coming? SCP-4207-C: THE BIG PEOPLE [silence for two seconds] THEY WILL BRING ME BACK Sheen: I have to leave. I'm really sorry. SCP-4207-C: NO [pause] PLEASE [pause] BRING ME BACK [pause] I MISS Mia [pause] PLEASE [pause] PLEASE [Subject leaves the room] <End Log> A mass stranding of 140 cetaceans in ██████, Australia. Approximately two hours after contact with SCP-4207-C, an estimated 140 whale specimens, from various species of toothed whales (Odontoceti), beached themselves at ████ Bay, ██ kilometers from the coast of Site-113 in ██████, Australia. Two killer whales (Orcinus orca)2 attacked and killed three personnel attempting to sedate them. Site Director Scarlet Winters decided to [REDACTED] so that the whales could be sent back as swiftly as possible to prevent public attention. The incident was successfully neutralized after three hours, with the Foundation experiencing three casualties and six other minor injuries. Spectrogram of SCP-4207-C in 03/21/████. Addendum 03: For six days, SCP-4207-A was not returned to SCP-4207-B, which consequently affected the behavior of SCP-4207-C. From all the interviews taken, SCP-4207-C was entirely unresponsive. While mostly in a continuous play of white noise, there were certain occasions in which recordings of "waves" and "rain", along with other inaudible noises, were played for several hours at random intervals. On 03/21/████, a series of "clicks" and "pulses" were played for approximately thirty minutes. Auditory analysis suggests a cetacean origin, specifically in the Delphinidae family, although this is highly speculative due to insufficient spectrographic data. This behavior and audio activity continued until SCP-4207-A was finally returned to SCP-4207-B on 03/23/████. Addendum 04: On 04/02/████, a pygmy killer whale (Feresa attenuata) was found stranded on the coast of New Caledonia, ███ kilometers from Site-113. The specimen expired two hours later due to parasitic encephalitis caused by nematodes. A cassette physically identical to SCP-4207-A was retrieved from the specimen's digestive tract. The tape contains no recorded audio and has no other unusual properties except for an inscription that appears to be laminated: WE'RE COMING Footnotes 1. Approximately 14 years since acquisition. 2. Genetic analysis from both specimens revealed that they were from different ecotypes. One was a transient, while the other was a resident. This is highly unusual since both ecotypes tend to avoid each other in the wild. |
SCP-4208 | safe | Item #: SCP-4208 Special Containment Procedures: Videos uploaded to SCP-4208 prior to containment are scheduled for deletion 08/03/2018. Videos uploaded to SCP-4208 subsequent to containment are to be uploaded onto a secure hard-drive and deleted. Note - After risk evaluation, all planned interviews post-09/14/2018 of SCP-4208-1 are postponed indefinitely. Description: SCP-4208 is a YouTube account known as ‘Naomi’s Sweetery’. SCP-4208 uploads videos biweekly. Videos uploaded by SCP-4208 are listed to be approximately eight (8) to twenty-four (24) minutes long in length. Despite this listing, SCP-4208’s anomalous nature typically prevents viewers from reaching the end of a video uploaded by SCP-4208. SCP-4208’s videos primarily consist of a young woman of Japanese descent who refers to herself as ‘Naomi’ (designated SCP-4208-1) performing tutorials for baking traditional Japanese desserts. Each video takes place in a standard Japanese house kitchen. SCP-4208’s anomalous properties take place upon viewing any of the videos uploaded by SCP-4208. If viewing any of the content uploaded by SCP-4208 for the first time, the video will begin as normal. Approximately half-way through the listed runtime, SCP-4208-1 will abruptly stop the actions it is currently doing, as well as take the proper safety precautions (eg. turn off the oven, stove, mixer). SCP-4208-1 will proceed to address the viewer, stating that it "hated having to pretend again, but feels that each new viewer needs the proper welcome". SCP-4208-1 will then make its way to the edge of the video screen and pull back a ‘sliding door’. SCP-4208-1 will jump out of the video screen, and begin to interact with the rest of the contents on the screen, continuing to address the viewer. When SCP-4208-1 reaches the screen outside of the video player, it will be able to perform a range of anomalous effects including: ‘Sitting’ on the edge between the video screen and main screen. Reading through and rearranging the comments on its videos by ‘hand’. Jumping into suggested videos, as well as additionally opened YouTube video tabs. Blending into the environment of other YouTube videos via mimicking the appearance of items in the video. When revisiting SCP-4208 proceeding to watch a different video, SCP-4208-1 will greet the viewer it recognizes, and thank them for not leaving it alone. SCP-4208-1 will ask the viewer to open another video tab of a video portraying their favorite hobby so it "can learn what its friends like". Addendum 1: SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-1 + SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-1 - SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-1 Foreword: The following is a transcript of the interview conducted on 08/02/2018, the day of SCP-4208’s discovery. Dr. Marigold watched a video uploaded by SCP-4208 and initiated SCP-4208-1’s greeting process prior to the interview. Interviewed: SCP-4208-1 Interviewer: Dr. Marigold <Begin Log> Dr. Marigold: Hello, SCP-4208-1. SCP-4208-1: Sweetie, you can call me Naomi! [giggles] SCP-4208-1 begins to move letters from the comment section into the search bar to spell ‘kitten videos’. Dr. Marigold: Alright, SCP-4208-1. I’m going to be asking you a couple questions regarding your YouTube channel. Is that alright? SCP-4208-1: Of course! But why you keep calling me SCP-4208-1? I told you, my name is Naomi. What’s your name? [smiles] SCP-4208-1 ‘jumps’ into a video titled ‘kittens so cute you’ll die compilation’. SCP-4208-1 transforms into a kitten. Dr. Marigold: Um… Dr. Marigold. SCP-4208-1, do you think you could remain in your original form for the duration of our interview? SCP-4208-1 ‘jumps’ out of the video, transforming back to its original form. SCP-4208-1: Okay! I’ll try! Nice to meet you, Miss Marigold! Dr. Marigold: Thank you. When were you first aware of your anomalous properties? SCP-4208-1: Define anomalous! Dr. Marigold: Deviating from the common order, abnormal. Like, different than most others like it to make it simple. In your case, jumping out of the video. Interacting with viewers. SCP-4208-1: Oh! Okay! I guess I am anomalous! [giggles] In that case, I don’t remember! I’ve always had my abilities! They make it easier to make friends! Dr. Marigold: So your reason for interacting with the viewers and screen is to make friends? How does jumping into other tabs make it easier to make friends? SCP-4208-1: Well you see Miss Mari when I learn more about my friends’ interests and likes, it makes it easier to connect with them! I want them to know that I care about what they do! That’s what friends do! Miss Mari, what is something you have great interest in? Dr. Marigold: I suppose that makes sense. And uh, I really like sea-life. Especially crabs. SCP-4208-1, why do you want to make friends so bad? SCP-4208-1: Everyone is my friend! As I meet them, we learn about each other! I’ll have to search of these “crabs”! I want to know what makes them of value to you! Dr. Marigold: Right. So you talk to your audience because you want to get to know others? SCP-4208-1 sits on top of the search bar and nods. SCP-4208-1: Mhm. Dr. Marigold: Well SCP-4208-1, I’ll see you again soon. SCP-4208-1: [Giggles] See you again, Miss Mari! You know, I’m starting to like the nickname you’ve given me! Dr. Marigold: That’s nice, SCP-4208-1. <End Log> Following the interview, special containment procedures as of 08/02/2018 were followed out. - SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-1 Addendum 2: SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-2 + SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-2 - SCP-4208 Interview Log-2 Foreword: The following is a transcript of an interview conducted on 08/10/2018. One video uploaded by SCP-4208 was allowed to stay public for the duration of the interview. Interviewed: SCP-4208-1 Interviewer: Researcher Crane <Begin Log> Researcher Crane: Hello SCP-4208-1. How've you been? I’m Researcher Crane. I’m to interview you today. SCP-4208-1: I’ve been doing good! How’ve you been, Mr. Crane? SCP-4208-1 begins to move letters from the comments up to the search bar to spell “crabs”. SCP-4208-1 jumps into a video titled ‘crab aquarium hour long footage’. Researcher Crane: Quite well. SCP-4208-1, I’m gonna ask you some questions’. SCP-4208-1: Alright! If possible, I’d like to ask you a question first. Researcher Crane: I don’t see why not. SCP-4208-1: Why were my videos deleted? I thought the people here were my friends, but it seems soon after I met you, my videos were all gone, and my memory has been getting fuzzy. That didn’t make much sense to me, though. Friends don’t vandalize their friends’ things. Researcher Crane: It was for ya safety. It was for the best. Marigold told ya ya’re anomalous. Most people get freaked out by anomalies, so we gotta hide em from the world. That’s just in cases like yers, where the anomaly’s not dangerous. It’s a whole different story for the dangerous fellas. SCP-4208-1 jumps out of the video, returning to its original form. It jumps to the bottom of the search results, sitting at the bottom of the page, cross-legged. SCP-4208-1: Oh. Researcher Crane: Yeah. So, SCP-4208-1. You mentioned your memory being fuzzy following the deletion of your videos. You remember where you go when no videos are currently uploaded? SCP-4208-1: I don’t quite remember, no. Sometimes I’m in a kitchen, my kitchen. Other times, I am nowhere. A void. I cannot recall many memories about it. All I know is it is dark and tight, and it makes me sad. I wish I could recall my lost memories. Researcher Crane: [Pauses] I see. 4208-1, where do your videos come from? How are they uploaded? SCP-4208-1 doesn’t respond for two minutes. SCP-4208-1: I make them. I record them, and when I am finished, they are on the internet. Just like you would! Researcher Crane: For me to upload a video to the internet, I’d have to go through the process of editing and all that jazz. Also, it’s odd seeing your videos have no IP address. SCP-4208-1: Hm. I did not know that. I guess that is odd! What is an IP address? Researcher Crane: It’s a device’s address that’s used to identify the device with other devices. Electronic devices. SCP-4208-1: Oh. That is a lot more boring than I thought. Hey Mr. Crane? Researcher Crane: Yep? SCP-4208-1: Do you consider us friends? Researcher Crane: [Chuckles] Of course I do. SCP-4208-1: Can you re-upload my videos? Researcher Crane: I… can’t. I told you, containment reasons. Sorry, SCP-4208-1. <End Log> - SCP-4208 Interview Log-2 Addendum 3: SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-3 + SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-3 - SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-3 Foreword: The following is a transcript of an interview conducted on 08/24/2018. Interviewed: SCP-4208-1 Interviewer: Dr. Marigold <Begin Log> Dr. Marigold: Hello, SCP-4208-1. How are you? SCP-4208-1: I am fine, Dr. Marigold. How are you? I searched of those crabs. Mighty cool! Dr. Marigold: Good. When did you get to look that up? SCP-4208-1: When I talked to Dr. Crane. He did not appear aware when I began to look them up. In fact, he did not really look at me all that often. Dr. Marigold: Researcher Crane is blind. He knew what you were doing, there was special equipment set up to tell him. He probably didn’t stop you because he was observing you. SCP-4208-1: Oh. Does “blind” mean “unable to see?” I picked it up from the context clues you left. Dr. Marigold: Yes. SCP-4208-1, were you aware that other YouTube channels differed in function from yours? What was the key sign? SCP-4208-1: I was not aware, no. Now knowing that they are it is quite upsetting. How are they supposed to appropriately reach their audience? [pauses] Dr. Marigold, do you think that you could re-upload my videos? Dr. Crane could not. Dr. Marigold: SCP-4208-1, it’s not about Researcher Crane being physically unable to, he is able. It’s that we have to keep your videos off the internet for containment. I thought he told you that. SCP-4208-1: Containment? I do not recognize this term. Dr. Marigold: It basically means a system or structure to prevent the release of something. In this case, your videos. SCP-4208-1: What is so wrong with my videos? Why must they be contained? My purpose is to be with people! You have stripped me of my purpose. Do you not enjoy my videos? Dr. Marigold: Is this connected to your love to make friends? Also, I have no personal bias towards your videos. SCP-4208-1: What is a friend? Dr. Marigold: [pauses] SCP-4208-1, why do you feel it is your purpose? SCP-4208-1 is silent for approximately five minutes. SCP-4208-1: Could ya repeat the question, Miss? Dr. Marigold sighs deeply. Dr. Marigold: SCP-4208-1, why are you talking in Researcher Crane’s accent? SCP-4208-1: Whatcha mean? I’m not usin’ an accent. Who’s Researcher Crane? Dr. Marigold: He has talked to you before. SCP-4208-1, tell me about yourself. Your name, hobbies. SCP-4208-1: Ma name is Christina, an’ I make science-themed vlogs. I also really like those crab critters, very cute! I’m an “anomaly” or somethin’ ya guys found on YouTube. Ya call me SCP? 4208-1 for some reason. Dr. Marigold: This ends our discussion. I’ll talk to you later, SCP-4208-1. SCP-4208-1: See you later, miss. <End Log> - SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-3 Addendum 4: SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-4 + SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-4 - SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-4 Foreword: The following is a transcript of the interview conducted on 08/26/2018 due to the concern of SCP-4208-1’s notable change of behavior. Interviewed: SCP-4208-1 Interviewer: Researcher Crane <Begin Log> Researcher Crane: Hello SCP-4208-1. How're you doing today? SCP-4208-1: I’m doing well. Why ya talkin’ like me? That other lady had an accent. Researcher Crane: SCP-4208-1, you know anything of a girl named Naomi? I’m Researcher Crane, by the way. SCP-4208-1: Naomi…..? Naomi…. Naomi? Wait…. ya’re Researcher Crane? Hmmm…. Naomi….. SCP-4208-1 paces back and forth within the room it is in. Researcher Crane: Yep. That’s me. SCP-4208-1 walks over to the front of the screen. It grabs the video scrubber, pulling it to the very right of the screen, ending the video. Researcher Crane uses voice command to pull up another SCP-4208 video. SCP-4208-1 glances around. It sits on top of the counter. Researcher Crane: Hello. How're you feeling? SCP-4208-1: [words appear as subtitles on the screen] My head hurts. Researcher Crane: Do you know why you keep doing that? Switching the way you act? I also suggest you go back to using your words. My thing’s gotta translate watcha say to my earpiece, and it takes longer. It’s a pain. SCP-4208-1: I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just speaking. And…. no, I don’t. SCP-4208-1 shrugs, tilting its head. Researcher Crane: SCP-4208-1, do you know what you are? SCP-4208-1: Yes. I am a virtual YouTube AI created by a human like you. Researcher Crane: In an earlier interview you stated that it’s yourself that makes the videos. Thatcha record em and upload em. Er, they appear on the internet. SCP-4208-1: Oh. I don’t remember that. Researcher Crane: That’ll be all for today, SCP-4208-1. Take care. <End Log> In SCP-4208 videos uploaded from 08/27/18 to 09/08/18 SCP-4208-1 referenced a production team and “patrons” at the beginning of each video before greeting the viewers in its usual fashion. - SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-4 Addendum 5: SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-5 + SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-5 - SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-5 Foreword: The following interview was conducted on 09/10/18 to address SCP-4208’s rapidly increased upload schedule. Interviewed: SCP-4208-1 Interviewer: Dr. Marigold <Begin Log> Dr. Marigold: Hello. How are you? SCP-4208-1: I’m fine, thanks for asking, Miss. Dr. Marigold: SCP-4208-1, SCP-4208 has been uploading six videos a day now. Do you know anything about this? SCP-4208: I’m afraid I can’t answer that, sorry. Dr. Marigold: Hm. SCP-4208-1, who is ‘Naomi’s Sweetery’? SCP-4208-1: ‘Naomi’s Sweetery’ is the YouTube alias for Naomi- Naomi… Naomi…. SCP-4208-1’s speech proceeds to glitch for the next two minutes. When SCP-4208-1 comes to a stop, it does not speak again for seven minutes. SCP-4208-1: I don’t want to be lost. Dr. Marigold: Hm? SCP-4208-1: I don’t want to be forgotten. I want people to find me. You’re making it hard for me to find my audience. SCP-4208-1 jumps out of the screen, using letters from suggested videos to type ‘rose’ into the search bar. It frowns, gathering more letters to add ‘flower’. It jumps into a video titled ‘flower red rose blooming’, immediately jumping out of the video after. It sits on the bar separating the video from the comment section, and turns to watch the video. Dr. Marigold: We’ve had this discussion before. We can’t upload your videos, or keep them uploaded. SCP-4208-1: I need them. I’ll be a million shells of myself forever if I don’t find my audience again. Dr. Marigold: Allowing you access to more than one of your videos at a time would be breaching containment protocol, and we can’t do that. SCP-4208-1: I see. Dr. Marigold: Well, that’s it for today. Take care. SCP-4208-1: You too. <End Log> Following the interview, SCP-4208 began to upload only four videos a day. Each video uploaded to SCP-4208 subsequent to 09/10/18 has had the following message in the description: Hey guys! I hope my content is just as good as it used to be! Outside factors have made it hard to be myself. But I’m myself now. As myself as I can be for today and days to come! ~ ♡Fujiko♡ - SCP-4208-1 Interview Log-5 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4208" by Mew-ltiverse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4208. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-4209 | safe | An instance of SCP-4209 attempting to activate the 2nd floor personnel break room stove during testing. Item#: SCP-4209 Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-4209 are to be stored within a specialty containment locker lined with light synthetic padding within Storage Wing-12, at Site-64. The locker's temperature should be maintained at 3° to 8° C. SCP-4209 is to be fed a diet consisting of gelatin, water, fruit juices, oatmeal, and ice cream daily. There are currently 27 instances of SCP-4209 in foundation custody. Should any other instances be found, MTF Alpha-4 ("Pony Express") are to intercept shipments of grocery suppliers and retrieve cartons containing SCP-4209. Description: SCP-4209 is a collection of eggs, commonly located in groups of six (6) or more. SCP-4209 colonies have only been found in 12 pack █████ ████ brand egg cartons in seemingly random grocery stores around the United States. Each individual egg weighs 57.2 grams, and has a smiley face drawn on the front with a black sharpie. The shells of SCP-4209 appear to be extremely strong compared to regular egg shells, making them very durable and difficult to harm. Colonies of SCP-4209 are able to operate individually, and can roll around to get to certain areas. Specimens are not capable of speech, but are able to move around to form responses, such as "yes" and "no." The temperaments of SCP-4209 colonies are fairly docile, and they show extreme elation and affection towards humans, particularly when doing something in relation with cooking. The observed main behavior of SCP-4209 is to aid humans when in the kitchen, usually by displacing small objects like salt shakers when a subject is preparing a meal, or attempting to turn on the stove when subjects are seen preparing raw poultry such as chicken or beef. Large groups of SCP-4209, particularly groups of twelve (12) and higher, are able to prepare full meals such as salads, grilled chicken, and toast. SCP-4209 is also capable of preparing a table for eating, by setting up silverware and rolling plates over to subjects. Addendum SCP-4209-A: "Reminder to all staff: Please do not bring specimens of SCP-4209 home to "help with cooking." These specimens aren't toys, or helpers because you can't cook a decent plate of pasta. The only reason you should be taking them anywhere is for specialized testing in the 2nd floor personnel break room. Any staff members seen trying to take SCP-4209 home will be reprimanded accordingly." -Dr. ████ Testing Logs: The following is a log of all tests performed upon SCP-4209. All of these tests were performed in a kitchen environment, more notably the 2nd floor personnel break room. Number of SCP-4209 Specimens: Two (2) Ingredients: 2 slices of plain white bread, a jar of strawberry jelly, a plastic knife Result: Jelly sandwich Notes: Instead of using the plastic knife for spreading the jelly, SCP-4209-1 instead inserted itself inside the jar of jelly, and proceeded to roll on top of the slices of bread. Number of SCP-4209 Specimens: Two (2) Ingredients: Strawberry, strawberry huller Result: Nothing Notes: SCP-4209's knowledge of kitchen utensils has come into question. Further testing is required. Number of SCP-4209 Specimens: Seven (7) Ingredients: Raw chicken breast, a bottle of paprika, a bottle of salt, a bottle of pepper, a bottle of oil, a pan Result: Seasoned grilled chicken breast Notes: Chicken breast was cooked perfectly, right amount of seasoning and cooking time. SCP-4209's knowledge of kitchen utensils are average. Number of SCP-4209 Specimens: Six (6) Ingredients: 2 eggs, a bottle oil, a bottle of salt, a bottle of pepper, stick of butter, a pan Result: Nothing Notes: SCP-4209 specimens refused to cook the egg. Whether provoked or calmly told to do so, SCP-4209 still refused. Number of SCP-4209 Specimens: One (1) Ingredients: Cup of black coffee, cup of sugar, cup of creamer, cup of caramel drizzle Result: Cup of coffee with creamer Notes: SCP-4209 specimen was told before starting to only put creamer inside the coffee. SCP-4209 followed directions. Number of SCP-4209 Specimens: One (1) Ingredients: Cup of black coffee, cup of sugar, cup of creamer, cup of caramel drizzle Result: Cup of coffee with overwhelming amounts of sugar Notes: The SCP-4209 specimen was not given specific directions, and was allowed to independently add anything inside the coffee. SCP-4209 produced a cup of coffee, extremely sweet. |
SCP-4210 | euclid | SCP-4210 - The American Dream Author: Swineapple Image Credit: Map Data and Images - Google Maps Other Work: SCP-4945 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 3/4210 LEVEL 3/4210 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4210 Euclid SCP-4210-03 prior to containment, located at █████, MA Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4210 is to be placed in a safe secure box at Site-██. Houses constructed according to SCP-4210 are to have 2m high fences installed around the perimeter of the land, under the guise of construction work. Properties surrounding these houses are to be purchased by The Foundation, with at least one building utilized as a guard barracks and research laboratory. Four guards are to be placed around the perimeter of SCP-4210 in disguise as construction workers in six-hour rotating shifts. Any and all persons attempting to enter an SCP-4210 house without approval from on-site Level 3 researcher are to be detained and administered Class A amnestics. Windows are to be heavily tinted on SCP-4210 houses in order to prevent a security breach. Persons leaving SCP-4210 houses after being removed by other entities are to be interviewed and sent to Site-██ for Psychological Evaluation and amnestic treatment. Description: SCP-4210 is an anomalous residential floor plan, supposedly produced by architectural company S███████ Inc. However, no records of this company have been recovered. On the backside, the writings "The American Dream. Our Dream. 19██" and "Japan [ILLEGIBLE]-lesses me because this - 改善1" are present in black ink. Houses built using SCP-4210 are identical in material, size and room numbers, only differing in furnishings. The Foundation is currently aware of five SCP-4210 houses, all residing in the continental United States. After spending a prolonged period of time in a house constructed according to SCP-4210, persons begin to undergo psychological changes, expressing strong desires to make themselves and other people within the house "perfectionists".2 The "perfection" the entities strive for, is directly reminiscent of the American 1950s "nuclear family" stereotype, as detailed below. At any one time there is a maximum of four (one of each entity type) SCP-4210 entities in an SCP-4210 house. SCP-4210-A refers to persons who are biologically male and are between the ages of 25-50. After spending a total of 29 hours in the house, SCP-4210-A will begin to exhibit behavior typical of a father figure, such as romantic attraction towards SCP-4210-B and fatherly behavior towards SCP-4210-C and SCP-4210-D. Typical behavior includes dressing in business attire, watching television programs and simultaneously consuming alcoholic beverages, and participating in "catch" with SCP-4210-C. SCP-4210-B refers to persons who are biologically female and are between the ages of 25-50. Similarly to SCP-4210-A, SCP-4210-B will exhibit motherly behavior. Typical behavior includes producing meals and beverages for itself and other entities, cleaning previously used cutlery, reading magazines and conversing with SCP-4210-A about its day. SCP-4210-C and SCP-4210-D refers to persons who are under the age of 24. SCP-4210-C will act in a way similar to children or teenagers, depending on its age and gender. Instances under the age of five are completely dependent on SCP-4210-B for sustenance. Physical fights between older instances of SCP-4210-C/D are common. A subject entering an SCP-4210 house that fits criteria for one of the aforementioned entities that already exists in the house will gradually start to exhibit behaviours of the respective SCP-4210 entity. Subjects will become SCP-4210 entities at a less gradual rate3 and will decide to "join the Family". Over a short period of time, the new entity will become more accepted by the family. The fate of the previous instance depends on the family; usually, they are either ignored or banished from the house forcefully. If one of the SCP-4210 entities no longer matches the criteria for an SCP-4210 entity4, the family will actively seek out candidates for replacement, often by inviting neighbors to events such as dinners. Discovery: On ██/██/19██ local police were called to the report of a disturbance in residential ██████, CA. Upon arriving at the scene police discovered a man running down █████ St. wearing only underwear, shouting "How could they replace me!" continuously for ~7 minutes. When brought in for questioning at the local police station, the man, named M██████ Scratton, explained that he was eating dinner with his family at his home, when a stranger knocked on his door. In under 15 minutes, Mr Scratton was removed from his home with only his underwear and SCP-4210 in his possession. Mr Scratton was questioned about the origins of the floor plan and any locations of other houses using its design. Mr Scratton refused to answer about the origins; however, he gave the location of four more houses. He was unwilling to share how he knew of these houses. Mr Scratton was subsequently administered amnestics and released to the public under Foundation watch. ▶ Interview Log D-13564 ▼ Interview Log D-13564 On ██/██/198█, D-Class subject D-13564, a 34-year-old male, entered SCP-4210-05 and was instructed to remain inside for 3 hours in order to become SCP-4210-A. After a period of 4 hours, D-Class subject D-92873, a 29-year-old male who matched the same criteria as D-13564, but was more athletically built, was instructed to enter the house. After approximately 21 minutes D-13564 was observed exiting the house in a distraught panic. Interview follows: Interviewed: D-13564 Interviewer: Dr. A████ <Begin Log ██/██/200█ 13:02:44> Dr. A████: Hello D-13564, my name is Dr. A████, I'm going to ask you a few questions. D-13564: My family literally just kicked me out, don't you people have any sympathy. Dr. A████: We just need you to cooperate with us and tell us how you feel about everything that went on in those four hours. D-13564: Perfect. Dr. A████: Sorry? D-13564: Perfect. It was perfect, we were perfect. We complimented each other so well, we flowed as a family, there was nothing that could stop us. If we couldn't do something together it was because it was impossible. Dr. A████: What sort of activities could you do in such a short time to feel that way? D-13564: We cooked together, played chasey with the kids, watched a movie together until.. well until he came in. Dr. A████: Until D-92873 entered the house? D-13564: I don't know his number but yeah I assume that's the piece of shit. Dr. A████: What occurred when D-92873 entered the house? D-13564: Well we welcomed him in, of course, we weren't going to be rude we were better than that. He came in and we started talking about everything that was going on with him and he was quite interesting, younger and probably more attractive than me. Which was exactly why I started to worry. Dr. A████: What did you feel that made you worry about him? D-13564: I had a feeling. I'm not sure what it was, just a feeling that something was wrong. I could see the way the kids and the wife were talking to him. They were more and more impressed with every word he was saying. I thought to myself that I was surely better than him in some way, right? [D-13564 looks extremely distressed and stares at Dr. A████ for 14 seconds.] Dr. A████: What is it? D-13564: It just that, as soon as I thought that. The immediate second I thought that thought. That I had to be better in some way, the kids and my wife looked at me, angrily and at the same time said: "No, you aren't good enough." [D-13564 begins to tear up, before getting visibly angry] It was you. Dr. A████: What was me? D-13564: You sent in that son of a bitch to see my reaction. You knew this would happen. You knew I would lose my family. Dr. A████: They weren't your family. D-13564: How fucking dare you mess around with my family like that. Dr. A████: D-13564, you need to calm down or there will be serious repercussions. D-13564: I want a new one. Dr. A████: You want a new what? D-13564: A new family. A perfect family and I don't want you fuckers to mess around with it. Dr. A████: We won't send you back in there in the foreseeable future, may I remind you of the agreement you have with the Foundation. D-13564: I don't care about the agreement, you don't understand what it's like to be so close to perfection, only to have some other assholes take it from you! Dr. A████: There's nothing to be done for you, you're to be psychologically evaluated and assigned elsewhere, per the agreement. D-13564: At least someday I'll find that sort of perfection again, I'll make it mine and you eggheads will get none of it. <End Log ██/██/200█ 13:07:56> ▶ Recovered Document 4210-02 ▼ Recovered Document 4210-02 The following document was recovered during a sweep of SCP-4210-02 prior to containment. My Dearest E███, I'm hoping this letter finds you well. It's gone wrong. Everything I dreaded would happen has come to pass. M██████ has taken the plans for himself. He says he's going to build the perfect America out of it. I told him that that wasn't the purpose of the plans, and in fact, the purpose couldn't be further from that. He says he can make improvements to it, tweak it, so everyone can strive to be better. To be perfect. All I wanted was for us to be together and raise a family we could be proud of. By the time you're reading this it may already be too late for me, but who knows right? Maybe I'll get another miracle from Japan. More a curse in disguise I guess now. When M██████ took the plans he threatened me with a gun, can you believe it? I don't think he meant to shoot, that damn idiot, but here we are. If you get this message please, try and get the plans back, but be careful. M██████ is doing anything he can to get what he wants, and I couldn't stand the thought of you getting in harm's way for me. Have a wonderful life E███, but don't try to make it perfect. You never even had to try. I love you. - John S. Footnotes 1. Translated from Japanese: "Change for the better" 2. Identifying themselves as "family" 3. A mean time of two hours 4. Either by aging out of the age range or by death |
SCP-4211 | safe | SCP-4211: Memoirmento 「Once in a Lifetime」 Image Sources: 1) notebook.jpg -- "GC Wooley Diary 2" Photo by CEphoto, Uwe Aranas; CC BY-SA 3.0 (modified) 2) cipher1.jpg -- "The Hordern Tree" by Blue Mountains Library; CC BY-SA 2.0 3) cipher2.jpg -- "OLD FIELD POINT LIGHT" by US Coast Guard; Public Domain 4) cipher3.jpg -- "Old Dining Room Table Window Historically Chair" by Unknown; CC0 5) cipher4.jpg -- "OYSTER BEDS (...)" by US Archives and Records Administration; Public Domain 6) cipher5.jpg -- "Photo booth: Akward smiling woman" by simpleinsomnia; CC BY 2.0 (modified) Acknowledgements: Lt Flops, for critique. Uncle Nicolini, for critique. Rounderhouse, for critique and advice on image editing. Ellie3, for critique. Henzoid, for critique. Tufto, for critique and advice on writing for the Class of 76. KindlyTurtleClem, for critique and advice on style. T Rutherford, for in-depth critique. RockTeethMothEyes, for in-depth critique. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-4211. Image has been rendered memetically sterile. Item #: SCP-4211 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4211 is contained in a standard Safe-class locker. Class-W mnestics are suggested while working with SCP-4211 to mitigate the mild memetic hazards it possesses. Personnel documenting SCP-4211 are to be rotated on a monthly basis to prevent irreversible changes to cognitive function. Description: SCP-4211 is the collective designation for specific diary entries with cognitohazardous properties — these written works contain cognitohazards to prevent reading of the item's true content unless certain conditions are met.1 More specifically, the items encrypt their content via obfuscation, altering the text if the reader does not have access to the cipher key. The cipher key is morphogenetic2 resonance to an image and question prompt, presumably set by the author. In this way, only individuals with strong empathetic responses or similar brain function to the author may read the unaltered content of SCP-4211. Attempts to transcribe, discuss, or copy SCP-4211's content result in the same outcome: individuals that have sufficient mental alignment to the author to view the content ordinarily will be able to understand the transcription/speech, while those that do not will experience the false versions. Exposure to the content of SCP-4211, encrypted or not, may result in temporary symptoms of: Confusion Amnesia Headaches/Migraines Heightened levels of visual snow False memories Sleep paralysis Prosopagnosia3 Hallucinations The diary containing SCP-4211 was found in the possession of Augustus Ehrlich Sr.4, though it is assumed it was purchased from a third party. Due to the self-concealing nature of the anomaly, research into the content of the notebook has been limited. However, handwriting analysis shows that the entries have had multiple authors, and meta-analysis shows recurring mentions of family members drowning, even if the individuals have no such history. Addendum 4211.1 — Transcripts ► Access SCP-4211-1 Transcript ◄ ▼ Transcript Accessed ▼ ► Access SCP-4211-2 Transcript ◄ ▼ Transcript Accessed ▼ ► Access SCP-4211-3 Transcript ◄ ▼ Transcript Accessed ▼ ► Access SCP-4211-4 Transcript ◄ ▼ Transcript Accessed ▼ Footnotes 1. If mental alignment is not achieved, a pre-recorded entry by the same author will be seen instead. 2. DEFINITION — Morphogenetics: The theory that memory is inherent in nature, and memories can be shared among populations without direct contact. For more information, see Sheldrake, R; (1966) "The Noosphere, Morphogenetic Fields, and the Akashic Records" The Foundation Journal of Mental Sanitation vol 7(1) pages 1-14. 3. A neurological condition characterized by the inability to recognize the faces of familiar people. 4. POI-9873 (deceased). Multiple SCP objects were discovered in his possession upon his death. ► Access SCP-4211-█ Transcript ◄ ▼ Transcript Accessed ▼ SCP-2316 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4211" by Ayers, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4211. 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: cipher1.jpg Name: The Hordern Tree Author: Blue Mountains Library, Local Studies License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: cipher2.jpg Name: Oldfieldpointlight.jpg Author: United States Coast Guard License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: cipher3.jpg Name: Table, Chair, Dining room Author: 104052 License: Public Domain Source Link: Pixabay Filename: cipher4.jpg Name: OYSTER BEDS OF WILLAPA BAY, WHERE LARGE NUMBERS OF "GHOST SHRIMP" ARE ENDANGERING THE OYSTER POPULATION BY DISTURBING… - NARA - 545092.jpg Author: Gene Daniels License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: cipher5.png Name: Photo booth: Akward smiling woman Author: simpleinsomnia License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: notebook.jpg Name: G-C-Woolley-page-of-diary-No2.jpg Author: G. C Woolley License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4212 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4212 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4212 is to be stored in a concrete containment cell measuring six meters high, ten meters wide, and twenty-one meters across. A ballistic glass wall has been built two meters into the cell, to prevent researchers from having any further direct contact with SCP-4212. Research on SCP-4212 must be done by two independent study groups, henceforth referred to as “Study Group A” and “Study Group B.” Study Group A consists of Doctor Atoz, Doctor ███████, Doctor ████, Junior Researcher ██████, and Agent ████. These personnel are allowed free experimentation on SCP-4212 within reason and are allowed to enter its containment cell at any time of day. Study Group B consists of Agent Mints, Detective Hawley, and Junior Researcher L’Engle. These personnel are strictly forbidden from any form of direct or indirect contact with SCP-4212 and must perform all of their research through secondary means, most prominently through interviews with Study Group A. No other Foundation personnel outside the O5 Council are allowed any interaction with SCP-4212. Description: NOTE: Any description of SCP-4212 written by anyone who has seen and/or experienced it seems entirely incomprehensible to anyone who has not. For this reason, a running commentary by Study Group B has been added. The commentary will provide leading theories as to what SCP-4212’s description is attempting to convey. The description itself was written by Doctor Atoz, with Agent ████ ‘proofreading.’ SCP-4212 is an incandescently-located variant of itself measuring approximately four meters tall, three hours wide, and seven gallons across. It has not been observed to possess any traditional geometry, however, it has been seen with two distinct faces and twenty-one corners, all except one located on an internal extremity on the body. It exists within itself and the to, so for now the a many and is in it be that with do at. + Commentary - Close SCP-4212’s geometry is entirely incoherent. The end of this paragraph is the first point in the description where Doctor Atoz stops writing in grammatically correct English, although both she and Agent ████ were unable to find any errors when asked. It’s entirely possible that SCP-4212 possesses some form of memetic quality that is making the act of describing it extremely difficult or impossible. SCP-4212 is agitated and extremely prone to existing. When it is placed under a sufficient amount of over, it will react in a nonbinary spatial-temporal-ephemeral-chemical manner, ending all negative functions and beginning to end to begin to end to begin to end to begin to end to begin to end. Individuals caught inside SCP-4212 will experience severe stability deterioration, followed by a loose conscious seam that eventually results in neutronic decay. This process lasts between three and twenty-one meters before the individual loses consciousness and it is found re-centralized within SCP-4212. + Commentary - Close No consensus has been reached as to what ‘extremely prone to existing’ refers; however, describing the subject as ‘agitated’ implies that it may be hostile. More thorough surveillance of SCP-4212's containment chamber is recommended. The latter half of the paragraph seems to describe being ‘caught inside’ SCP-4212 and the dangers inherent in doing so. SCP-4212 is uncontained. SCP-4212 is uncontained. The Foundation is contained but SCP-4212 is free. SCP-4212. SCP-4212 will leave when it wants. SCP-4212 will take what it wants. SCP-4212 will make you like SCP-4212. 4212421242124212421242124212. The and a to, in is you that it he was for. It knows and understands its designation and wants to go between the outside of no. Changing the object class to Safe or Thaumiel is recommended. + Commentary - Close Study Group A has adamantly protested the removal of paragraph three, despite strong outside pressure to do so. It should be noted that, despite statement to the contrary, SCP-4212 is entirely and securely contained with little to no chance of breach. The O5 Council has overruled the suggestion to change the object class, and it will remain Euclid for the foreseeable future. Addendum 4212-1: As of ██/██/████, Interview Log 4212-21 has been added to the SCP report. + Interview Log 4212-21 - Close Interviewed: Doctor Atoz Interviewer: Agent Mints <Begin Log> Agent Mints and Doctor Atoz enter an undisclosed meeting room within Site 19. Agent Mints is carrying a clipboard and pen, and is being fed questions by the others in Study Group B via earpiece. Doctor Atoz: You wanted to see me, Mints? Agent Mints: You know why we’re here. Doctor Atoz: Is this about SCP-4212? Agent Mints nods affirmative. Doctor Atoz: Oh, excellent! I’m loving these little interviews. Really helps clear everything right up, don’t you think? Agent Mints: Right. Atoz, I’m going to ask you some simple, yes-or-no questions concerning the subject. You are not to give any answers beyond ‘yes’ or ‘no,’ but you may skip questions if you feel neither answer applies. Do you understand? Doctor Atoz: Well, sure! Agent Mints clicks his pen. Doctor Atoz coughs. Agent Mints: Is SCP-4212 alive? Doctor Atoz: Pardon? Agent Mints: Alive. Is SCP-4212 a living thing? Pause. Doctor Atoz: Not in the traditional sense of the word, I suppose not, although it does need to- Agent Mints: Doctor Atoz, please stick with ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answers only. Pause. Doctor Atoz: No. Agent Mints writes answer in clipboard. Agent Mints: Is SCP-4212 sentient? Doctor Atoz: Yes. Agent Mints writes answer in clipboard. Agent Mints: Are our current containment measures for SCP-4212 effective? Doctor Atoz: Yes. Agent Mints puts his pen to his clipboard, but does not write the answer. Agent Mints: Then why did you say it wasn't contained? Agent Mints is instructed to only ask the provided questions. Agent Mints does not acknowledge these instructions. Doctor Atoz: I never said that. Agent Mints: In the SCP report. You said SCP-4212 was uncontained twice. Pause. Doctor Atoz: The SCP report? Pause. Agent Mints: Let's move on to the next question. Doctor Atoz: Let's. Agent Mints: Does SCP-4212 have any form of memetic effects? Doctor Atoz: …Reports on the memetic effects of SCP-4212 have been entirely conclusive. Pause. Agent Mints: And? Doctor Atoz: I'm sorry, could you clarify for me what 'memetic effects' are? Agent Mints writes on his clipboard for eleven seconds. It should be noted that every prewritten question has been asked at this point. Agent Mints: Atoz, I have one more question for you. Agent Mints is instructed to discontinue the interview. Agent Mints disables his earpiece. Doctor Atoz: Ask away. Agent Mints: What is your first name, Doctor? Pause. Doctor Atoz: I'm sorry? Agent Mints: You heard me. Pause. Doctor Atoz: Mints, I'd… like to keep everything here on a professional basis, please. Agent Mints: Answer the question. Doctor Atoz: No. Agent Mints And why not? The rest of Study Group B intervenes to end the interview. Agent Mints is reprimanded, and Doctor Atoz is ordered for psychological and medical testing. <End Log> Addendum 4212-2a: Following Interview 4212-21, Agent Mints has been removed from Study Group B. Addendum 4212-2b: Following Interview 4212-21, medical analysis of Doctor Atoz was ordered. Doctor Atoz's body was found to have been deceased as of at least ██/██/████, yet still animate through unknown means. Doctor Atoz has been removed from study group A. Addendum 4212-3: As of ██/██/████, Doctor Atoz has been reclassified as SCP-4212-1. Updated Special Containment Procedures are pending. The remaining members of Study Group A have been slated for physical and mental evaluation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4212" by excited_occhiolism, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4212. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-4213 | keter | Doctor Cimmerian: Fun idea I had with Yossi in Discord and which became this. It's small, it's simple, and of course it could take over the world. You're welcome. Image is from here: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Man_with_Ice_Cream_-_The_Mall_-_Shimla_-_Himachal_Pradesh_-_India_(26460945951).jpg Yossipossi: This was fun to work on! I'm glad I got the opportunity to collaborate with you! Thank yous to Westrin and RockTeethMothEyes for getting a quick look at this draft and giving it some critique in its earlier form! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} SCP-4213 after an acquisition event. Item #: SCP-4213 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4213's movements are to be monitored from outside audio-visual range by MTF Rho-4 ("The Neapolitans"). Following SCP-4213's departure from a location, all individuals who have interacted with the object are to be administered a Class-A amnestic. Description: SCP-4213 is a man of Tibetan descent and presumably in his fifties or sixties. SCP-4213 is capable of bypassing all cognitive resistance within humans, effectively allowing SCP-4213 to control the actions of others. Prevention of this effect is impossible once SCP-4213 has been perceived. SCP-4213 solely utilizes its anomalous properties to facilitate travel to a location with a high concentration of frozen dairy products and then uses them to compel the holder of those products to grant SCP-4213 access to them. It will then begin to consume any acquired products. It is unknown if SCP-4213 is capable of utilizing its anomalous properties for reasons other than the acquisition of frozen dairy products, as it has never been observed to do so. However, all attempts to effect long term containment of SCP-4213 have been unsuccessful due to the frequency of these acquisition events. Incident 4213-1: On January 15th, 2019, SCP-4213 succeeded in entering Site-88's cafeteria during its "Free Ice Cream Day" (a bi-monthly event implemented to boost employee morale). SCP-4213 then proceeded to acquire several servings of frozen dairy product. During this event, SCP-4213 was confronted by Dr. Jacob Curtis. The following interview was recovered from site surveillance equipment. INTERVIEWED: SCP-4213 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Jacob Curtis DATE OF LOG: 1/15/19 Approx. 12:15 Local Time [IRRELEVANT INFORMATION OMITTED — BEGIN LOG] Dr. Curtis: Excellent. To begin, how did you first come to learn about your abilities? SCP-4213: I dunno. Dr. Curtis: Do you ever think about how your abilities affect others? SCP-4213: Huh? Dr. Curtis: For instance, imagine you've taken some ice cream from a child. SCP-4213 smiles, and begins to lick ice cream from a cone. Both are silent for three seconds. Dr. Curtis: Never mind. Can you recall an incident where someone has resisted your commands? SCP-4213: No. Dr. Curtis: What do you remember? SCP-4213 continues to lick its ice cream cone while maintaining direct eye contact with Dr. Curtis. Dr. Curtis: Look, we've been monitoring you for years. Now that you're actually here, I just want you to answer a couple of questions, alright? SCP-4213: You're weird. Dr. Curtis: I'm not — hey! SCP-4213 begins to walk away. Dr. Curtis follows. Dr. Curtis: I just want some answers, alright? SCP-4213: I don't care. Dr. Curtis: Can you at least wait here for a second? I think I know of something that could help. SCP-4213: Fine. Dr. Curtis runs quickly towards the cafeteria. SCP-4213 begins to slowly walk away until Dr. Curtis returns holding a Styrofoam bowl filled with ice cream. At this point SCP-4213 appears to relax. Dr. Curtis: Can you use your abilities to acquire anything other than ice cream? There is silence for approximately five seconds. Then SCP-4213 points to the bowl Dr. Curtis is holding. SCP-4213: Give me that bowl. Dr. Curtis falls under SCP-4213's effect at this point and is unable to continue the interview. [END LOG] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4213" by Doctor Cimmerian and Yossipossi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4213. 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-4213.jpg Name: Man with Ice Cream - The Mall - Shimla - Himachal Pradesh - India Author: Adam Jones License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-4214 | safe | Item#: SCP-4214 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4214 is currently stored in the Foundation database, along with several digital copies. Foundation webcrawlers are to delete any instances of SCP-4214 found on the Internet. No other copies of SCP-4214 exist outside the Foundation database. No further containment procedures have been deemed necessary at this time. Description: SCP-4214 is a digital image file depicting a muscular humanoid presenting what is believed to be a sealed container in its raised right hand. The image carries mild cognitohazardous properties, which manifest as a form of selective aphasia1 when its entirety is observed by a sapient entity. This effect is also carried over to any physical copies of the image. SCP-4214's cognitohazardous effects cease within 12 hours, and have not been noted to leave affected individuals with any harmful secondary effects. Addendum 4214.01: Recovered Chat Logs Foundation webcrawlers discovered and recorded chat logs believed to be relevant to SCP-4214 from a GoI-5869 (“Gamers Against Weed”) chat room, attached below. «BEGIN LOG» NunwithaGun: so that's like 43gb gone in total NunwithaGun: jesus is very unhappy with me today teemo: clearly also_alia: yall i got some real funny shit up my sleeve teemo: go on also_alia: remember the hugh morganson guy? also_alia: the one who attempted to clown on us? also_alia: apparently he's doing an anart commission rn, idk for who teemo: ok, and? also_alia: its supposed to make people talk about whatever sorta product the client wants on it idk also_alia: so i snuck in smthn of my own >:) teemo: what does it do? also_alia: not much difference tbh, it does make people talk when they see it also_alia: fucks with their speech tho, so only gibberish comes out lol also_alia: "oh yeah i love this company's djajadjf it's real tjeqcvio mmmm yeah baby" teemo: lmao NunwithaGun: lmao lesbian_gengar: @also_alia i'm not sure it's a good idea to sabotage a commission like that. much more for an unknown client. also_alia: itll be fine also_alia: shit wears off in a few hours also_alia: client cant possibly be anyone big, hugh belongs to the niche of the niche lol teemo: finally, the perfect murder troll also_alia: plus you know how well i can cover me tracks NunwithaGun: we do just a lil bit of trolling lesbian_gengar: ok fair it is sorta funny. lesbian_gengar: still a bit dickish imo, sabotaging paid commissions. also_alia: ye but this is senor hugh the nft fanboy were talking about also_alia: its like those monkes are his muse or smthn also_alia: and his commissions go for what, 50 dollars a pop? also_alia: what sorta dumbass goes for a 50 dollar advertisement? lmao «END LOG» «BEGIN LOG» big_floppo: i'm not a furry but having a fursona would actually be great lesbian_gengar: lol dado: hello friends who not liking the weed also_alia: ?? big_floppo: wtf lesbian_gengar: @bones dado was kicked by bones. lesbian_gengar: thanks, bones big_floppo: what do you even call bird furries? birdies? dado: hello one more time yes dado come in peace, anti weed gamer friends teemo: idk lol dado was banned by bones. bones: I've deleted all invites for now. Sorry for the inconvenience. teemo: would it be called a birdsona instead then? teemo: o7 big_floppo: o7 le_binganimus: o7 dado: dado is here to looking fora gamer dado: u can trust dado yes le_binganimus: what do people call reptile furries then lesbian_gengar: how the fuck. big_floppo: scalies lesbian_gengar: there aren't even any invites anymore how are you here. dado: no invitation is not problem for dado dado: dado promises to leave after business finish teemo: pray tell, @big_floppo, how do you know that? lesbian_gengar: who are you looking for. big_floppo: i plead the fifth big_floppo: did you know that by technicality all bird furries are also scalies dado: dado has no names but dado knows gamer added funny to dado fifty dollar commission lesbian_gengar: @also_alia what did i tell you. le_binganimus: @big_floppo no. stop that also_alia: bruh also_alia: @dado ok look, im sorry, ill reimburse you also_alia: dm me your bank number, crypto wallet id, whatevs and ill send over the money dado: dado does not accept funny money, dado is serious businessman also_alia: im paying you in usd?? dado: dado said what dado said also_alia: what teemo: usd funny money lmao le_binganimus: usd funnies dado: donot worry alia gamer, dado is not angry but more impres by quality, dado considers alia gamer funny as fine improvement yes also_alia: thanks?? dado: dado was not have high expectation for mister r we cool hugh, he draw dado not detail or accurate enough dado thinks dado: is not easy to find the fine artist yes? also_alia: so what do you want from me dado: dado would like discuss for working with alia artist gamer to make new commission le_binganimus: gamer moment also_alia: i mean, sure i can make smthn for you also_alia: its the least i could do dado: very nice alia gamer also_alia: whatre you gonna do with the old commission tho dado: dado does not want old commission so dado has sent it to alia gamer for they to decide what do for they self also_alia: oh lol i know what to do with this also_alia: so what's the job @dado? dado: before dado continue with detail of commission dado will make chat secure yes? «END LOG» Note: Webcrawler present in the chat room during the above exchange was forcibly ejected despite there being no indication of detection by GoI-5869, with the following error message. Error 420 (new gamer friend tell dado to put the four twenty): dado latest product not for es see pee eyes yet pls be the patient Attempts to access the aforementioned chat room have failed thus far. Addendum 4214.02: Discovery SCP-4214 was recovered from a gift-wrapped box mailed to Site-39. The contents of the box included a non-anomalous USB drive containing SCP-4214, as well as a non-anomalous loudspeaker that played audio of the entire 2007 Bee Movie in its entirety on loop when opened. + Open Testing Log 4214.01 - Close Testing Log 4214.01 «BEGIN LOG» [D-24601 sits in front of a monitor in a testing chamber. Dr. Carter oversees the test from the adjacent control room.] CARTER: For this one, we just need you to look at the image on the monitor and describe it as best you can. D-24601: Sure thing. [SCP-4214 is displayed on the monitor.] D-24601: Huh. Funky-looking art. Looks like a jibbly keggle to me. CARTER: Could y— [Dr. Carter stares at D-24601 through the observation window. He is visibly confused.] CARTER: Sorry, come again? D-24601: A jibbly keggle, you know? Like uh, a scrimblo bimblo, a shbabbly shwobbly, uh… Perhaps a lorex unnu? CARTER: D-24601, please take this seriously. Once again, please describe SCP-4214. D-24601: But I have! It's a baba booey holding a small twiggo pinga. The iccum boccum really brings it all together, if I may add. The guncrow wiggowienny looks sorta wonky, though. [Dr. Carter continues to stare at D-24601. He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.] CARTER: Alright. I think I understand what's going on here. Thank you for your cooperation, D-24601. «END LOG» Addendum 4214.03: Update 20/05/2021 Following their voluntary exposure to SCP-4214, a non-anomalous portrayal of the image has been created by D-24601, as attached below. + Open Attachment 4214.jpg - Close Attachment 4214.jpg Footnotes 1. Medical disorder that affects an individual's ability to communicate. |
SCP-4215 | euclid | SCP-4215: By Popsioak does not match any existing user name. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 2/4215 LEVEL 2/4215 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4215 Euclid SCP-4215 on patrol. Special Containment Procedures: Following the events of second contact with SCP-4215, no commercial vessel is to be allowed within a 20 kilometer radius of SCP-4215’s waters. All fishing is to be monitored and prohibited. Due to the method of SCP-4215’s targeting, three barrels of crude oil must be dropped in SCP-4215’s patrol waters daily. Description: SCP-4215 is an M42 40 mm Self-Propelled Anti Aircraft gun (Duster), that is currently located on the seafloor of the Great Barrier Reef. SCP-4215 displays signs of rusting and wear, but still retains all of the same functions of a M42 Duster. SCP-4215 has been shown to support the section of reef it “patrols” through symbiosis, such as producing new coral polyps from its barrel, providing protection from predators, and removing dead or bleached corals. Furthermore, SCP-4215 has been found to fire projectiles ranging from ink to whaling harpoons. The origin of these projectiles is unknown. SCP-4215 regularly patrols a section 4 kilometers in radius of the reef. SCP-4215 is currently inhabited by 5 instances of kisslip cuttlefish (Sepia lycidas). All 5 instances fulfill a different role in the tank’s control, such as gunman, viewman, or maintenance. Each instance is capable of low-level communication through its natural chameleonic properties. The 5 instances, hereafter referred to as SCP-4215-1 through 5, have been found to be incapable of leaving SCP-4215 due to its locked state. Despite this, no instance expresses hunger or thirst. All attempts to breach the tank’s exterior have failed. Contact was first made with SCP-4215 following reports of seismic and ecological disturbances in the Barrier Reef, including fish carcasses found to be shot with buckshot and rifle fire. Following the removal of a video posted to YouTube of SCP-4215 in action, the Foundation cordoned off the tank’s “perimeter," causing a redirection of all shipping routes in a 10 km radius. Extended files are attached below. Incident 4215-A/1 SCP-4215 established a wider patrol area with a radius of 6 kilometers, and proceeded to alter its ammunition production in the following ways: Sol comedenti. producing a form of energized Ideonella sakaiensis requiring double the amount of plastic to produce energy. producing a new species of zooplankton consuming carbon dioxide at twice the rate than any previously sighted, tentatively named Sol comedenti. filtering mercury from the water which it uses to oxygenate the surroundings, reducing the patrol area's mercurial content by nearly half. SCP-4215's methods of atomic modification are unknown. Reducing the patrol area's temperature by up to 3 degrees. Releasing a prionic pathogen causing total organ destruction in Spot-fin lionfish (Pterois antennata) and crown-of-thorns starfish (Acanthaster planci), eliminating the two from the environment. Testing Log Input Results Notes 100% saltwater in a plastic milk carton. SCP-4215 produced I. sakaiensis, which completely consumed the PET. The water was left untouched, and SCP-4215 fired upon an oil refinery 7 kilometres away. It is theorized SCP-4215 was out of targets. 1 wild Alaskan salmon, fed with 53 plastic packing pellets. SCP-4215 produced 1 cube of ipecac, which it forcefully fed to the salmon by firing it from its barrel. The salmon was left unharmed, though it expulged every packing pellet, which were consumed by I. sakaiensis. 3 barrels of crude oil. The barrels were promptly destroyed by blasts from SCP-4215’s barrel. The oil was filtered by SCP-4215 for the rest of the day. Upon completing filtration, SCP-4215 expelled 3 bones belonging to Latimeria chalumnae (West Indian coelecanth) and 2 belonging to Latimeria menadoensis. (Indonesian coelecanth) Graciliaria salicornia colonies. SCP-4215 produced a cloud of liquid, later determined to be squid ink, preventing the colonies from photosynthesizing. It then fired upon the colonies, as well as the remote submersible by which the algae was delivered. It was later determined one colony had been caught on the submersible’s arm. No colony remained alive. Interview Log 1 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Klatz Interviewee: SCP-4215-1. Note: This interview was performed entirely through Morse, with Researcher Klatz flashing a light to communicate as non-anomalous instances of Sepia lycidas would. Klatz: THIS IS KLATZ, SCP-4215 LISTEN FOR RESPOND. OVER 4215-1: RESPOND. THAT IS NOT OUR CALLSIGN Klatz: WHAT IS IT 4215-1: STS Klatz: MEANING 4215-1: SQUID TANK SQUAD Klatz: HELLO STS 4215-1: HI FRIEND Klatz: WHY ARE YOU DOWN HERE WHAT DO YOU DO 4215-1: WE PROTECT REEF BY SHOOTING WHAT HARMS IT Klatz: YOUR TANK FIRES STRANGE AMMO CAN YOU TELL HOW IT WORKS 4215-1: WE PRESS A BUTTON HERE. OUR HELMSMAN DOES ANOTHER AND IT SHOOTS WHAT WE WANT Klatz: DO YOU REQUIRE FOOD OR WATER 4215-1: WE NOT HUNGRY OUR ONLY DUTY IS TO PROTECT Klatz: HOW DID YOU ENTER THIS TANK WE FIND ITS HULL IMPENETRABLE 4215-1: WE ARE A GROUP OF SOLDIERS WE GOT SEPARATED FROM BTTLN WE FOUND TANK THEN WE HIT IT WITH HELMETS AND GUNS THEY BROKE BUT WE NOW PROTECT FISHES Klatz: CAN YOU TELL US LOCATIONS OF REST OF YOUR BTTLN 4215-1: WE DONT KNOW NOW WE DEFEND THIS REEF BY ANY MEANS NCSSRY Klatz: THAT WILL BE ALL <END LOG> Incident 4215-A/2 A month after Incident 4215-A/1, SCP-4215 ceased patrol, and began to produce a repeated message from its barrel in Morse, refusing 6 interview attempts. NOTHING LEFT NOTHING JUST AS TIDE HITS SAND WE CANNOT STOP DESTINY IT SIMPLY REDIRECTS The destroyed oil tanker Hephaestus. Following this transmission, SCP-4215 began to fire upon all commercial vessels in a 20 kilometer radius, causing 24 casualties when it fired Stinger surface-to-air missiles upon an oil tanker. SCP-4215 then proceeded to reduce the spilled hydrocarbons into its base carbonic form, using it to create coral polyps and S. comedenti instances. Immediately after, SCP-4215 beached itself for the first time during Incident 4215-A/3. Details are located below. Incident 4215-A/3: Event Log SCP-4215 beaches itself on the coast of Melbourne. Stopping on the beach, it fires rounds, instantly vaporizing garbage cans, as well as their contents. SCP-4215 leaves recycling bins untouched. It continues towards the city center, occasionally firing ink and tear gas at civilians who threw recyclable material, such as glass or plastic, in garbage receptacles. Its explosive rounds occasionally are fired at houses with visible smoke output from chimneys, damaging 13 buildings. Once reaching the city’s industrial district, it stops, shooting all non-electric cars in a 6 block distance with rifle rounds, detonating all targets, before running over each. SCP-4215 then fires Stinger missiles at 5 factories in the district, before returning to the reef. Environmental analysis showed the damaged factories were responsible for approximately a third of Melbourne’s carbon dioxide output. Although no direct civilian casualties were caused by SCP-4215’s attack, its resultant destruction killed 35 and injured 212. SCP-4215 was found to deploy miniature surface to air missiles to destroy any plastic commercial items that were not found in recycling receptacles. Video analysis displays the tank firing at the beat of a Morse code message: DONE. This message was repeated 3 times. Class A amnestics were administered to the affected. Interview Log 2 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Klatz Interviewee: SCP-4215-1. Klatz: THIS IS KLATZ OVER Klatz: HELLO Klatz: ARE YOU RSPND Klatz: WHAT DID YOU DO Klatz: THEY WERE INNOCENT (SCP-4215-1 does not respond till 5 minutes after initial questioning.) 4215-1: NOT TO US (Video feed cuts out.) (Following this statement, SCP-4215 fired on the submersible, rendering it destroyed. Foundation video analysis suggests the cause of loss of video to be an anchor to the submersible’s control matrix.) <END LOG> |
SCP-4216 | euclid | SCP-4216 prior to containment. Item #: SCP-4216 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4216 is contained in a standard Small Containment Cell at Site-33. Access is limited to personnel with Clearance Level 3 4 and above. Personnel who have previously owned or cared for any breed of dog (Canis lupus familiaris) are to be barred from entering SCP-4216's cell to prevent accidentally triggering Δ-0G Events. Testing with SCP-4216 is strictly limited to D-Class personnel only. Personnel wishing to receive psychological support after testing may do so at Dr. Penn's office. Description: SCP-4216 is a large wooden kennel with a corrugated steel roof. The interior of the structure is non-anomalous when inactive, and is safe to enter. SCP-4216 manifests its anomalous properties when it enters the line of sight of an individual who meets the following criteria: The individual has owned at least one dog at any point in their life. At least one of the dogs owned by the individual are deceased. The individual remembers owning at least one of the deceased dogs. Upon meeting the aforementioned criteria, a Δ-0G Event will occur. During this period, an instance of SCP-4216-Δ will appear in SCP-4216. SCP-4216-Δ is a collective designation for all entities that exit the structure, and will always resemble one of the subject's deceased dogs. Instances of SCP-4216-Δ are observed to be perfectly healthy regardless of their circumstances of death, and are reported to be identical to their deceased counterparts in life by the subject. While no memetic effects originating from SCP-4216 or instances of SCP-4216-Δ have been recorded, subjects express happiness and a desire to reunite with the SCP-4216-Δ instance if separated. If interaction between the subject and their respective SCP-4216-Δ instance is restricted, it will return into SCP-4216 and de-manifest after approximately 10 minutes. The subject is considered to have "failed" the Δ-0G Event, and will no longer be able to trigger another Δ-0G Event after this, regardless of the number of deceased dogs they may have owned. Should the subject and an instance of SCP-4216-Δ be allowed to reunite, the instance will attempt to get the subject to follow it in the kennel by tugging on the subject's clothing in a direction facing the entrance to SCP-4216. In the event that the subject does follow the instance of SCP-4216-Δ into SCP-4216, the subject will de-manifest with the instance within the structure. All communications with the subject are also lost, and they are deemed irretrievable. Failed Δ-0G Events have been recorded to cause psychological distress to the subject, as well as certain observers. Out of 31 tests conducted on SCP-4216, 22 of the tests' subjects have been diagnosed with complicated grief, and 5 have committed suicide after testing. It is unknown if this is directly correlated to SCP-4216's anomalous properties. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4216" by Aftokrator, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4216. 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-4217 | keter | Item#: 4217 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation naval forces are to patrol SCP-4217's territory with 3 or more battleships under the guise of the British Royal Navy. During a Hostile State, naval forces are to engage SCP-4217 until it reverts to a Passive State. Survivors from civilian vessels attacked by SCP-4217 are to be recovered and processed in accordance with Maritime Disinformation Protocols. SCP-4217 (circa 1940) Description: SCP-4217 refers to both Bismarck (henceforth SCP-4217-A), an anomalous German battleship sunk on 1941-05-27, and the large cephalopod organism that is fused to the inside of its hull (henceforth SCP-4217-B). SCP-4217-B possesses a pair of octopoid eyes which protrude from the base of SCP-4217-A's superstructure, and twelve 100- to 200-meter-long muscular hydrostats that extend from an opening in the stern. Aside from the presence of SCP-4217-B, SCP-4217-A shows no signs of damage sustained from battle or subsequent decades submerged underwater. SCP-4217-B operates SCP-4217-A's systems. This includes its full armament of 8 main guns, 44 secondary guns, and 12 anti-aircraft guns. SCP-4217-B also can operate SCP-4217-A's propellers to reach speeds approaching 40 knots, but only while surfaced. While submerged, SCP-4217 achieves locomotion via ejection of water from SCP-4217-B's body cavity (with an average speed of approximately 30 knots). SCP-4217 typically remains submerged at a depth of 500-1100 meters, navigating its territory. However, SCP-4217 will periodically1 surface and enter a Hostile State.2 During this period, SCP-4217 will seek and attack non-threatening targets (such as civilian cargo ships). If sufficiently damaged, it will revert to a Passive State; otherwise, it reverts after a median 9 hours. Addendum 1 - History: The SCP-4217 designation previously referred only to Bismarck itself, which was believed to have been neutralized in 1941. A previous version of this document can be found below: + Show Archived Document - Hide Archived Document Item #: SCP-4217 Special Containment Procedures: Information regarding SCP-4217's anomalous properties is to be suppressed according to standard protocols. The British Royal Navy has agreed to aid the Foundation in this effort. Foundation agents embedded in the German military will attempt to gain access to information regarding the Tirpitz in order to determine if it is a second instance of SCP-4217. Upon development of the necessary submersible technology, a survey is to be conducted of SCP-4217's wreckage in order to verify its neutralization. Description: SCP-4217 is the Bismarck, a battleship designed and built for use by the German Kriegsmarine. Several pieces of anomalous technology were incorporated into the ship's design: Thaumatological symbols etched into the outer hull at key locations to reinforce SCP-4217's belt armor. These symbols are not visible at most times, but while active will luminesce in proportion to the amount of damage being mitigated. A weak psionic field with a radius exceeding 20 kilometers. The field appears to cause individuals with hostile intent towards SCP-4217 to experience confusion regarding the ship's identity, increasing the likelihood of friendly fire when affected individuals mistake allied vessels for SCP-4217.3 Potential self-repair capabilities. Damage sustained during the Battle of the Denmark Strait was observed in subsequent engagements to have been partially repaired in a manner visually resembling the healing of wounds in organic tissue. Artillery shells containing an unknown gas with mutagenic properties. Organisms exposed to the compound (hereafter SCP-4217-1 instances) will undergo rapid mutations. Observed mutations include growth/loss of limbs and sensory organs; development of fur, feathers, and/or scales; and, in one unverified report, multiple victims being fused together into a single entity.4 A hypothesized anomalous power supply of an unknown, possibly biological nature. During interrogation, surviving crew members stated that SCP-4217 required a unique type of fuel. Chemical analysis found the "fuel" to consist primarily of organic nutrients. None of the captive crew members reported having seen the interior of the engine room, although two claim to have heard a sound resembling a heartbeat while in that region of the ship. This list is based on limited observations of SCP-4217 in combat and interrogations of the few surviving crew members, and is thus not considered exhaustive. Efforts are ongoing to acquire the original design documentation. As of 1941-05-27, SCP-4217 is believed to be located at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, approximately 500-600 kilometers off the coast of France. The Foundation currently lacks the technology to reach the wreck and verify its current condition, but the probability of SCP-4217 continuing to exhibit anomalous properties has been deemed low in light of the damage inflicted upon it prior to its sinking. Timeline: 1937: Markus Straub, a Foundation Agent working undercover in Germany, intercepts a shipment of esoteric materials being transported to the city of Hamburg for use in the construction of a battleship. Several materials are recognized as important components of thaumatological constructs. Agent Straub is ordered to observe the construction. Upon completion of the hull, this ship is christened Bismarck and launched for fitting-out work. 1939-05-07: A large, heavily guarded shipment marked with the insignia of the Obskuracorps5 is delivered to Bismarck. Agent Straub reports hearing a sound similar to a heartbeat originating from the shipment, but is unable to get close enough to make further observations. 1940-09-15 - 1940-09-17: Bismarck leaves Hamburg to begin sea trials. During what appears to be a high speed run, the Bismarck releases a massive electrical discharge and shuts down. For several seconds following this, a series of glowing symbols are visible along the hull, but the distance is too great for Agent Straub to identify them. Power is restored within an hour. 1940-09-18: SCP designation assigned. O5 Council authorizes neutralization. All agents stationed within Germany ordered to rendezvous and destroy SCP-4217 before it can be completed. 1940-09-28: Agents report readiness to launch mission. No further contact. 1940-10-01 - 1940-10-11: Team is declared MIA and mission is deemed a failure. Subsequent attempts are hindered by the ongoing war. Following a 7/4/2 vote, the O5 Council concludes that the potential threat posed by SCP-4217 warrants informing the British government. 1941-05-20 - 1941-05-23: SCP-4217 is spotted by Swedish reconnaissance aircraft. This information is leaked to the British, who contact the Foundation. The Royal Navy dispatches a fleet led by HMS Hood and HMS Prince of Wales to intercept SCP-4217. Foundation representatives meet with British Admiralty Board to coordinate on neutralizing SCP-4217. Foundation agents are placed on board select ships of the Home Fleet as advisers. 1941-05-24 0552-0604: HMS Hood and HMS Prince of Wales engage SCP-4217 and Prinz Eugen in the Battle of the Denmark Strait. Due to its psionic field and thaumatologically-reinforced armor, SCP-4217 sustains only minor damage. SCP-4217 converts significant portion of Hood's crew into SCP-4217-1 instances, which then overwhelm the bridge crew. Hood then sunk by enemy fire. Prince of Wales retreats. 1941-05-24 1100: It is discovered that SCP-4217 is leaking a substance then thought to be oil. Remaining fleet uses the trail to follow SCP-4217. 1941-05-24 2200: SCP-4217's anomalous defenses impede attempted attacks by torpedo bombers.6 Observing Foundation agents identify the defenses and relay this information to Site-41. Use of SCP-████ is proposed as a countermeasure to the psionic field and preparations are made to transport it. Site-41 thaumatology experts design plans to modify torpedoes that will overload SCP-4217's armor reinforcement. 1941-05-25 0300 - 1941-05-26 1030: SCP-4217 temporarily breaks radar contact, but is eventually located by British Intelligence. Events during this period do not deviate from historical record. 1941-05-26 1839: Foundation supply ship arrives with requested countermeasures. SCP-████ nullifies psionic field. Modified torpedoes overload reinforcement symbols; subsequent thaumatological discharge causes moderate hull damage. SCP-4217 is noted to begin moving erratically. 1941-05-27 0843: British warships, led by HMS King George V, surround SCP-4217 and begin firing upon it. 1941-05-27 0931: SCP-4217 is now too damaged to return fire, but remains afloat. British bombardment continues. 1941-05-27, 1007: SCP-4217's store of mutagenic ammunition is struck. Majority of crew is exposed and become SCP-4217-1 instances. Remaining crew abandons ship. 1941-05-27, 1035: SCP-4217 starts to sink. British ships cease fire and begin rescue efforts. 1941-05-27, 1039: SCP-4217 is completely submerged. Foundation teams recover SCP-4217-1 remains. Amnestics were administered to all British crew below the rank of Admiral before being allowed to disembark. 121 members of SCP-4217's crew were successfully rescued. Following interrogations, 109 were amnesticized and transferred to British custody while the 12 remaining were sent to Site-23 for further investigation. The remains of 74 SCP-4217-1 instances were recovered and sent to Site-23 for study. An estimated minimum 1500 members of SCP-4217's original crew remain unaccounted for. - Hide Archived Document On 1985-02-16, a team from MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") was dispatched to verify the status of SCP-4217. On 1985-02-19, the surface crew reported that the dive team had remained submerged for several hours past what their oxygen supplies allowed. Shortly thereafter, they detected the distress signal from the submersible's black box recorder and retrieved it. Transcript follows: + Show Transcript - Hide Transcript Foreward: Subjects are Agents Victor Miller and Charles Taylor aboard a Model SM-03 Submersible equipped with a Model RV-1 Marine Probe. Transcript begins 26 minutes into recording. [Begin log] Taylor: Hey, point the lights that way, I think I saw something. Miller: Sure. (Pause) Yeah. Yeah, I think that's it! Taylor: Man, I never thought I'd be happy to see a swastika. Miller: (Laughs) Seriously. Oh, uh, (Clears throat) let the record show that we have located the wreckage of SCP-4217. We will now begin our survey of its current status. Taylor: It looks like the stern's been buried in sand, likely from a landslide caused when it struck the base of this mountain. Wait, we're underwater, is "landslide" the right word? Miller: Let the record also show that neither of us knows the word for an underwater landslide. Taylor: Heh. Anyway, bring us in so we can confirm the kill and get out of here. Miller: On it. Hey, the file mentioned a psionic field, check the Cayce Counter. Taylor: Right, uh… Looks like it's reading normal background levels. Miller: Alright, confirming the absence of psionic influence. Taylor: The ARI is showing slightly higher-than-normal EVE levels, but below what they said would indicate the protection runes being active. Miller: Good, we're two for two so far. Taylor: Yeah, looks like this whole trip is going to be a waste of time. I don't know why they thought this thing might still be a threat; it got shelled for something like two straight hours, and then spent forty years at the bottom of the ocean. Miller: I'm not so sure. Take a look at the hull. Taylor: What do you mean? It just looks like a normal ship's hull. Miller: Yeah, exactly. You'd think it'd have things like barnacles all over it after four decades. Taylor: … So it's anomalously barnacle-proof, big deal. Miller: It's a big deal if it means that other properties are still active. Taylor: Yeah, I know. Hang on a sec, lemme see what else is in the file. [Shuffling papers] Miller: Not much concrete info, from what I remember. Taylor: Well, says here it could regenerate; that might be the barnacle-proofing. There's the mutation ammo, which supposedly got blown up, and some kind of power supply that may or may not even be anomalous. Yeah, that's not much to go on, and the last two would be inside the hull. Miller: Well, no way the sub's going to get inside, looks like it's time for the robot. Taylor: Guess so. Try to find us an open hatch or something, and I'll get it started up. Miller: I think I saw something earlier up on the bow… Yeah, here. That look big enough? Taylor: That'll work. Alright, let's see what's inside. [Extended silence] Taylor: Damn, it's in even better condition inside. It's gotta be regenerating; we should have seen some sign of battle damage by now. Miller: Yeah, it's spotless, I don't even see any rust. You can still read these signs. Taylor: Speaking of which, I think that one is pointing towards the turrets. Let's go. [Extended silence] Miller: There should be some skeletons, right? The file said fifteen hundred crew members were unaccounted for. Taylor: Yeah, I know. Damn, this is creepy. (Pause) Well, here it is. Let's see what's insi- What the fuck? Miller: … Um, we seem to have found something attached to the interior structure of one of the main turrets. It looks like stone, but… that doesn't seem right. Taylor: It looks like it's coming through that bulkhead there; I'm taking us around to the other side. (Pause) Yeah, there's even more here. Miller: There's even more down that corridor. Seems to get thicker towards the stern. Taylor: It looks like it's… growing from that way. Shit, I really don't think this is stone. Miller: Yeah. We should probably take a sample to the surface. Taylor: I don't think that's a good idea. Miller: Come on, man, we've got a job to do here. Taylor: (Sighs) All right, all right, I'm doing it. (Pause) Shit, that's definitely not stone, it's like rubber. Miller: All the more reason to find out what the hell it actually is. Taylor: Come on you piece of… There you go! Miller: What's that stuff coming out- Oh. Taylor: It's… Shit, it's bleeding. Get us out of here, Vic. [Low-pitched rumbling] Taylor: GET US OUT OF HERE, VIC! Miller: Wait, what about the robot? Taylor: Fuck the robot! I'm cutting the umbilical, now LET'S GO! Miller: Fine, fine, I'm on it! (Pause) Did you see that on the superstructure? Taylor: Yeah. Fuck. The ship has eyes. Why does it have eyes? Shit, this was supposed to be an easy mission! Miller: Fifteen hundred… Taylor: What was that? Miller: I think- [Rumbling, sound of bending metal] Miller: SOMETHING GRABBED US! [Sound of glass cracking] Taylor: Shit, shit! There's gotta be someth- [Sound of rushing water; cuts to static] [End log] - Hide Transcript The first sighting of SCP-4217 in its current form was made shortly thereafter. It was responsible for sinking two cargo carriers and one cruise liner prior to the establishment of current containment procedures. Cover stories were disseminated to explain the lost vessels. Foundation misinformation teams constructed a replica of Bismarck and sank it ~100 km east of the location of SCP-4217's rediscovery. Arrangements were then made for a high-profile civilian oceanographer to discover it on 1989-06-08. Addendum 2 - Recovered Documents: Following the collapse of the USSR and subsequent dissolution of GRU Division "P", the Foundation acquired a number of documents that GRU-P had recovered during the Soviet occupation of Germany. Among these documents were a number of internal Obskuracorps memos believed to be related to SCP-4217 (Translated from the original German): + Show Documents - Hide Documents From: Dietrich Klossner To: Karl Reuter Subject: Black Forest Specimen Commander Reuter, The specimen's condition has finally stabilized, although it remains essentially comatose. Fortunately, this state of affairs suits our purposes. Oddly, most of the damage doesn't seem to have been caused by the crash, but I digress. I can explain more during your inspection next week if you're interested. We estimate that the nutrient supplies recovered with the specimen will last at least another month. After analyzing some samples, the nutrients seem to be mostly carbon-based, with a few exotic ingredients that we should be able to synthesize. Progress on interfacing the specimen with modern electrical systems is also on schedule. Inform B&V that contract "F" should have its engine within the year. HH From: Otto Schmidt To: Karl Reuter Subject: Artifact Commander Reuter, I have some reservations about your plans for the artifact. Yes, the trials did show that its effects could extend out to the ranges you desired, but they were greatly diminished. Furthermore, our test subjects have been far from peak physical or mental health, we don't know if it will do more than slightly confuse enemy crews. Please, we need to study it more before trying to use it. HH From: Karl Reuter To: Hans Meyer Subject: Compound 17 Doctor Meyer, In the three years that you've been given to work on your little soldier enhancement project, it has been a consistent disappointment. However, after reading the report on your latest failure, I believe you may have accidentally created something useful. I will be at your facility this Thursday for a demonstration of Compound 17 and its "interesting side-effects". If what you show me is satisfactory, I might be willing to extend your deadline. I suggest you take full advantage of this opportunity. HH - Hide Documents In light of this discovery, the Foundation conducted investigations of the individuals named in these correspondences. Records indicate the deaths of Otto Schmidt in 1940 and Hans Meyer in 1941, with no evidence found to contradict this information. Dietrich Klossner was acquired by the United States military in Operation Paperclip and later died of natural causes in 1976. The Department of Defense has thus far refused to disclose information on his postwar work. References to Karl Reuter can be found in other Obskuracorps documents up until 1944, after which no further information on him has yet been found. Addendum 3 - Incident 4217-09: On 1993-07-22, SCP-4217 appeared to enter a Hostile State, and Foundation naval forces prepared to enact Special Containment Procedures in response. However, before any vessels were able to reach firing range, Kurt Wegner, captain of SCPS Nemed, noticed that SCP-4217 was not moving from the location where it had surfaced. As this was different from previously observed behavior, Captain Wegner ordered SCPS Cesair and SCPS Partholón to hold position while he investigated. SCP-4217 was unresponsive to the presence of SCPS Nemed, even when the latter drew within 200 meters. After a brief period of observation, Captain Wegner attempted to hail SCP-4217 over the radio. Transcript follows: + Show Transcript - Hide Transcript Note: Text in « » is translated from German [Begin log] Captain Wegner: This is Captain Kurt Wegner of the SCPS Nemed. Can you understand me? [Extended silence] Captain Wegner: Repeat: This is Captain Kurt Wegner of the SCPS Nemed. Can you understand me? Please respond. SCP-4217: «Confusion.» Captain Wegner: «You speak German?» SCP-4217: «German…» (Pause, followed by the opening bars of "Die Fahne hoch" 7) Captain Wegner: «Um… yes. (Clears throat) Do you understand what I am saying?» SCP-4217: «… Yes… You ship?» Crew Member: Captain, SCP-4217's eyes just focused on us. Captain Wegner: «… Yes, that's us. What about you? Can you tell us what you are or where you came from?» SCP-4217: «… Confusion.» Captain Wegner: «Do you mean you don't know, or that you don't understand?» SCP-4217: «Understand… Remember many… Confusion.» Captain Wegner: «What do you mean, "remember many"?» Communications Officer: Captain, it's sending us a video feed. Captain Wegner: Show me. And make a recording of it. Communications Officer: Yes sir. [Video consists of hundreds of images in rapid succession. Notable subjects include: various early 20th-century German cities, an unknown artificial structure in space, Adolf Hitler delivering a speech, the HMS King George V, the planet Jupiter, and SCPS Cesair.] Captain Wegner: «What is this?» SCP-4217: «Remember many.» Captain Wegner: «So, are these your memories? … Was that Jupiter? Is that where you're from?» SCP-4217: «Confusion.» Captain Wegner: «Jupiter, the… big planet, with the Red Spot- the storm.» SCP-4217: «Storm… Red…» [The feed begins showing images of Jupiter with increasing frequency, and quickly turns into a single video. The viewpoint of the video is approaching the planet, specifically the Great Red Spot.] SCP-4217: «Red storm… Red clouds…» Crew Member: Captain, the tentacles are starting to twitch. I think it's getting agitated. Captain Wegner: Put some distance between us and it. Are weapons still trained on it? Good, hold fire until I give the order. Tell Cesair and Partholón to prepare to engage. «SCP-4217, please calm down. What's wrong?» [The video is now very close to Jupiter's Great Red Spot. Now visible in the center of the storm is SCP-2399. The image flickers and changes multiple times; first replacing SCP-2399 with HMS King George V, then SCPS Nemed.] SCP-4217: (Incoherent shrieking) [A bright flash obscures the video. SCP-4217 begins to fire erratically in all directions while thrashing its tentacles.] Captain Wegner: Open fire. [End log] - Hide Transcript SCPS Nemed, SCPS Cesair, and SCPS Partholón subdued SCP-4217 without further incident. SCP-4217 has not responded to subsequent attempts at communication. Footnotes 1. Observed intervals have ranged from 2 weeks to 11 months with no discernible pattern. 2. This can occur even during predatory behavior, as evidenced by one instance wherein SCP-4217 pulled a dying Physeter macrocephalus (sperm whale) to the surface before abandoning it. 3. This property has been confirmed neutralized 4. This property has been confirmed neutralized 5. The occult branch of the German government during the Nazi era. 6. Confusion caused by the psionic field causes the squadron to nearly attack HMS Norfolk and a US Coast Guard vessel. 7. The German national anthem during the Nazi era. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4217" by Gentleman Thief, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4217. 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-4218 | euclid | Item Number: SCP-4218 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers will be set to search for additional courses in a similar style on websites like Coursera, edX, FutureLearn, and KhanAcademy. If courses matching the criteria are located, web crawlers will remove the course and all associated information and quarantine all removed items for study at Site-15. Once quarantined, members of MTF Rho-1 ("The Professors") should enroll in SCP-4218-1 through SCP-4218-5, as well as any future courses uncovered, as part of ongoing containment. They should complete each course as offered and prepare a report on its contents for the Site Director. Description: SCP-4218 is a series of five educational web seminars offered by ALEXYLVA UNIVERSITY.1 Courses were discovered by members of MTF Rho-1 during investigation of ALEXYLVA's website. Special attention was given not only because of a previously unknown relationship with Anderson Robotics, but because the courses appear to be accessible interdimensionally via the world wide web. Each known seminar, here labeled SCP-4218-1 through -5, appears to be made in conjunction with Anderson's Robotics. The format generally adheres to the standard of a MOOC2 or other, similar online course. Topics covered include but are not limited to philosophy, ethics, introductory robotics, anomalous history, and android biology. A list of known courses is available below: SCP-4218-1: THE PINOCCHIO QUESTION: HUMANITY'S DEFINITION + show block – hide block COURSE DESCRIPTION: DOES ARTIFICIALLY CREATED LIFE HAVE THE SAME VALUE AS THAT OF A NATURAL BORN HUMAN? DO SLAVES WITH ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE HAVE THE SAME RIGHTS AND VALUE AS THOSE BORN OF A WOMAN? THESE QUESTIONS ARE AMONG THOSE YOU WILL DISCUSS IN THIS VIRTUAL DISCUSSION DESIGNED TO AID STUDENTS IN DISCERNING THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN THE TWO FORMS OF LIFE. BY THE CLOSE OF THIS COURSE, YOU WILL BE CHARGED WITH AN TEN TABLET ESSAY CONCLUDING WHICH OF YOUR TWO PROFESSORS WAS CREATED THROUGH EXTRANORMAL MEANS AND WHICH WAS BORN A MAN, PROVIDING SUBSTANTIAL AND WELL-SOURCED JUSTIFICATION FOR YOUR REASONING. PROFESSOR(S): HANNIBAL LOCKE, FULVIUS MAGO SYLLABUS WEEK I: AN INTRODUCTION TO ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE WEEK II: HOW TO CREATE ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE WEEK III: USES FOR ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE, OR AI WEEK IV: HOW TO SPOT AN AI; A PRIMER WEEK V: ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE OR SIMULATED INTELLIGENCE? WEEK VI: EXAMINATION REGARDING ACCUMULATED KNOWLEDGE WEEK VII: IS AN AI A SLAVE? AN ETHICAL EXAMINATION WEEK VIII: AI IN WARFARE WEEK IX: AI IN GOVERNMENT AND POLITICS WEEK X: AI REGARDING ART AND CULTURE WEEK XI: THAUMATIC AI; MERGING MAGIC WITH SCIENCE WEEK XII: DENOUEMENT AND TABLETS DUE SCP-4218-2: THUS SPOKE ANDERSON: AI AND RELIGION + show block – hide block COURSE DESCRIPTION: DOES GOD EXIST? IF SO, WHO IS HE, AND WHY CALL HIM GOD? HOW DO WE MORTALS DEFINE THE TERM, AND WHAT ARE THE IMPLICATIONS OF THOSE DEFINITIONS? THIS COURSE IS DESIGNED TO DISCUSS THE NATURE OF WHAT MAKES A DEITY AND HOW THOSE DEFINITIONS MIGHT CHANGE ACROSS DIFFERENT CULTURES. THERE WILL BE A SECONDARY FOCUS ON GOD AND RELIGION THROUGH THE EYES OF GUEST PROFESSOR Unit #56-63, WHO WILL PROVIDE AN AI'S PERSPECTIVE ON THE TOPIC DURING EACH CLASS. FOR THE CONCLUSION, STUDENTS MUST CHOOSE A DEITY AND DISCUSS FOR FIVE TABLETS WHAT QUALIFICATIONS THAT DEITY HAD WHICH RESULTED IN ITS WORSHIP. PROFESSOR(S): FULVIUS MAGO1, Unit #56-63 SYLLABUS WEEK I: WHAT IS A 'GOD'? A MORTAL'S PERSPECTIVE WEEK II: TYPES OF GODS ACROSS INFERIOR CULTURES WEEK III: WHY CALL HIM GOD? THE WORSHIP OF DEITIES WEEK IV: DEMIGODS AND PARTIAL DEITIES WEEK V: DEUS EX MACHINA: THE GOD OF THE MACHINES WEEK VI: AN EXAMINATION OF THE MEHKANITES WEEK VII: APOTHEOSIS AND DEIFICATION: WHEN MAN BECOMES GOD WEEK VIII: DENOUEMENT AND TABLETS DUE 1. PROFESSOR MAGO HAS BEEN SUSPENDED FOR GROSS MISCONDUCT, BREACH OF ANDERSON ROBOTICS' NDA, AND PHYSICAL ASSAULT. HE WILL BE PLACED ON ADMINISTRATIVE LEAVE AND Unit #56-88 WILL BE ASSUMING HIS DUTIES UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE. SCP-4218-3: BIRTHING OF THE NOBLE ANDROID'S FORMS + show block – hide block COURSE DESCRIPTION: ANDROIDS HAVE BEEN A FIXTURE OF ANDERSON ROBOTICS SINCE ITS INCEPTION, AND THEY BRING THEIR EXPERTISE TO ALEXYLVA UNIVERSITY IN THIS TEN WEEK COURSE. STUDENTS WILL LEARN HOW TO CREATE AN ANDROID, HAVE IT SIMULATE HUMAN BEHAVIOR, AND ACCURATELY MIMIC THE MANNERISMS OF A PARTICULAR INDIVIDUAL. FOR THE FINAL ASSIGNMENT, STUDENTS MUST CONSTRUCT AND PROGRAM A SUFFICIENTLY ADVANCED SIMULACRUM OF AN EXISTING PROFESSOR (NO DUPLICATES, PLEASE). SIMULACRA MUST BE PRESENTED TO EITHER PROFESSOR UPON REACHING WEEK X (DISTANCE STUDENTS MAY SUBMIT BLUEPRINTS AND INTERNAL PROGRAMMING). PROFESSOR(S): Unit #56-88, UNIT #56-32 SYLLABUS WEEK I: HOW TO CREATE A BASIC ANDROID WEEK II: INTRODUCTION TO ANDROID COMPONENTS WEEK III: THE PLATINUM RATIO: BIOLOGICAL AND TECHNOLOGICAL COMPOSITION PERCENTAGE WEEK IV: INTERNAL PROGRAMMING, WEEK I WEEK V: INTERNAL PROGRAMMING, WEEK II WEEK VI: TROUBLESHOOTING WEEK VII: ROUTINE MAINTENANCE WEEK VIII: UPGRADES AND UPKEEP WEEK IX: ADVANCED ANDROID CREATION WEEK X: DENOUEMENT AND SIMULACRA DUE SCP-4218-4: ORGANS AND CIRCUITRY: ANATOMY OF A HUMANOID + show block – hide block COURSE DESCRIPTION: WHILE THERE ARE SIMILARITIES BETWEEN THEM, ROBOTS, ANDROIDS, AND HUMANS SHARE VERY DIFFERENT COMPONENTS. WHILE IT IS POSSIBLE TO CREATE ALL THREE ARTIFICIALLY, THEY ARE LISTED IN ASCENDING ORDER OF DIFFICULTY. THIS COURSE WILL TEACH YOU THE BIOLOGICAL AND INTERNAL DIFFERENCES BETWEEN MACHINE, MAN, AND THE ANDROID, WHICH IS THE MARRIAGE OF THE TWO AND THE APEX OF TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCEMENT. ONLY BY UNITING THE TWO PEAK EVOLUTIONARY BEINGS CAN TRUE PEACE BE ACHIEVED. THE FINAL ASSIGNMENT SHALL BE TO WITNESS THE DISSECTION OF A SIMULACRUM FROM THE PREVIOUS COURSE AND WRITE SIX TABLETS OF DISCUSSION ON THE DIFFERENCES BETWEEN ITS CORPSE AND THAT OF A MAN'S. PROFESSOR(S): HYPATIA FORTUNA, Unit #56-99, Unit #56-79 SYLLABUS WEEK I: INTRODUCTION TO HUMAN BIOLOGY WEEK II: INTRODUCTION TO ROBOTICS WEEK III: ROBOTICS INTERNAL PROGRAMMING WEEK IV: ANDROID BIOLOGY AND COMPOSITION WEEK V: COMPARISON OF ANDROIDS, ROBOTS, AND MAN WEEK VI: TEST ON ACCUMULATED KNOWLEDGE WEEK VII: DISSECTION OF HUMAN BODY WEEK VIII: DISASSEMBLING OF SYNTHETIC ROBOT WEEK IX: DISSECTION OF Unit #56-33-MAGO WEEK X: Unit #56-33-MAGO DISCUSSION AND FURTHER EXAMINATION WEEK XI: DENOUEMENT AND SIMULACRA DISSECTION TABLETS DUE SCP-4218-5: CREATION AND EFFECTIVE USE OF INTERDIMENSIONAL PEACEKEEPERS + show block – hide block COURSE DESCRIPTION: HISTORY ITSELF HAS PROVEN THAT THE ONLY TRIED AND TRUE METHOD TO PEACE IS COMPLETE AND TOTALLY ENSURING THAT THE ENEMY SHALT NOT DOUBT YOUR POWER. TO ENSURE THAT THIS DIMENSION REMAINS SAFE, THE METHODOLOGY OF PEACEKEEPER CREATION, BOTH AUTOMATED AND AUTONOMOUS WILL BE TAUGHT. THE FINAL ASSIGNMENT SHALL BE TO DEVISE A CONTRAPTION POWERFUL ENOUGH THAT ITS MERE EXISTENCE ENSURES ALEXYLVA UNIVERSITY WILL BE SAFE FROM HER ENEMIES UNTIL HER HALLOWED HALLS CRUMBLE TO DUST. PLEASE, SUBMIT ONLY PLANS. DO NOT BUILD A DEVICE. PROFESSOR(S): HYPATIA FORTUNA, Unit #56-99, Unit #56-79 SYLLABUS WEEK I: CARRY A BIG STICK: THE EFFECTIVENESS OF THE SUPERWEAPON AS A DETERRENT TO WAR WEEK II: HYDRAIC WEAPONIZATION: THE ABILITIES OF A REPLICATABLE ARMY. WEEK III: THE NOBLE ANDROID VERSUS THE HUMBLE MAN IN MILITARY SITUATIONS WEEK IV: DEFENSIVE CAPABILITIES OF THE AGES WEEK V: TURTLE DEFENSE, AND OTHER MANEUVERS WEEK VI: TEST ON ACCUMULATED KNOWLEDGE WEEK VII: HOW ELSE TO DETER YOUR ENEMIES WEEK VIII: FIRE, FORGE, AND GORGE: THE UNWEAPONIZED EVILS OF MAN WEEK IX: ATOMIC POWER AND OTHER FORMS OF CLEAN ENERGY WEEK X: THE CIRCUITRY OF MACHINATIONS, AUTONOMOUS WEEK XI: DENOUEMENT AND PEACEKEEPING WEAPONS DUE A MISSIVE FROM THE ESTEEMED FULVIUS MAGO Hello students, I have returned from my administrative leave refreshed and with my love of academia reinvigorated, stronger than ever! It is my wish, and the wish of my grand and glorious Friend, Vincent Anderson, that the knowledge which springs from our unlikely but joyous union should benefit the peoples of every world, every dimension. We must urge our fellow scholars to seek masters of history, of art, of state and politics. We must reach out to those who paint the town red, who rule the world with gold and green, even those who remained loyal to the Lab which stole fire from the gods. Friend Vincent has already planned to launch an inter-curricular program with his Alma Mater. There are zero excuses to delay Friend Vincent's plan to unite the world by way of shared information, and we must enact the expansion of our new course catalog with all haste. I will be sending emails to the relevant players in our little game of chess, and hope to see the implementation of my Friend's plans as soon as can be expected. Your ally in the annals of learning, Professor Fulvius Mago Project Bifrost Welcome: ANDERSON, VINCENT SCP-4218-6: THE FUTURE OF MAN AND THE NOBLE ANDROID Course Description: God is dead, and Man killed him. Man has remade himself in the image of his Creator and usurped him. If Man can give life, can nurture it, can take it away, what use is God? What better man to lead the new union of Man and machine than He who is the master of both? By the end of this eight week course, you will understand why androids are the next stage of human evolution, why Anderson Robotics is the future of the human race, and why only Vincent Anderson is fit to lead it. Students will be charged with a final project demonstrating their understanding of Vincent Anderson's oratorical skills and interdimensional peacekeeping devices to create and secure a better future for the whole of mankind. PROFESSOR(S): Unit #56-99, Unit #56-73, Vincent Anderson SYLLABUS Week 1: Why the Noble Android is Superior to Organic Life Week 2: Why the Noble Android is A Perfect Union Week 3: Why Ethics and Morals Need Not Apply to the Noble Android or His Cousin, the Machine Week 4: Why Man And the Noble Android Require a Strong Hand to Lead them, and Why He Cannot Lead Himself Week 5: Benevolent Dictatorship: Quick, Lasting Freedom Week 6: How to Become a Benevolent Dictator, as Led by Anderson Week 7: Methodologies of Mechanical Coups and Shadow Governments Week 8: Wrap-up, Vincent Anderson's accomplishments and accolades Footnotes 1. Assumed to be an extradimensional institution of higher learning, though access by Foundation personnel is currently impossible. 2. Acronym for "Massive Open Online Course", a term describing a program by which students may increase their knowledge of a particular subject through pre-recorded webinars, comprehension tests, and relevant exercises. MOOCs are typically offered by accredited universities for a paid certificate (usually not interchangeable with any kind of degree) or simply for the user's own curiosity. Non-anomalous MOOCs on a number of subjects are offered all over the world. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4218" by Popsioak and TechSorcerer2747, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4218. 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-4219 | thaumiel | Item #: SCP-4219 Containment Procedures: All SCP-4219 strains are to be stored under medium security at Site 56's memetic stockpile. Any testing with SCP-4219 requires the approval of at least one researcher with Level 4/4219 clearance. (See Addendum 4219.1 below.) [INPUT LEVEL 4/4219 SECURITY CREDENTIALS] [CREDENTIALS APPROVED] No Level 4/4219 personnel may approve testing on SCP-4219 without specific authorization from at least one member of the O5 council. Description: SCP-4219 is a catch-all designation for a series of artificial anomalous informational entities, code-named LUDROA. LUDROA was specifically engineered by the Foundation to detect sapience. Rather than utilizing unreliable indicia such as language or neurochemical markers, LUDROA detects sapience by working directly with cognition. A LUDROA strain is activated by deploying a rudimentary, benign memetic agent. As with other memetic agents, observers that cannot understand the ideas which compose a LUDROA meme do not trigger it. However, if an observer comprehends the LUDROA meme's concepts, the memetic agent will activate, alerting the Foundation. This alert function is SCP-4219's primary anomalous property. The conceptual framework of any given SCP-4219/LUDROA meme is composed of a series of basic philosophical ideas that all sapient beings should be capable of understanding. By alerting the Foundation when an observer successfully comprehends these basic ideas, SCP-4219 thus acts as a test for sapience. After an entity comprehends a LUDROA meme and activates its alert function, the entity's memory of that LUDROA meme will begin to deteriorate. Within a span of seconds, the entity will be unable to recall the LUDROA meme or communicate the LUDROA meme to others. LUDROA strains can be conveyed through a number of different cognitohazardous vectors, including sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste. In addition, written LUDROA strains have been translated into 167 different languages for Foundation use. Proof-of-concept testing with SCP-4219 has been extremely promising. Of note, researchers using LUDROA strains were able to accurately distinguish D-class personnel from non-sentient predictive-language AI in 99.98% of cases (compared to a 58.71% success rate for the Turing Test.) Addendum 4219.1—NOTE TO RESEARCHERS: Exposure to SCP-4219 is completely safe; LUDROA strains possess no physiological or psychological side effects. However, as SCP-4219 is conveyed through cognitohazardous vectors, extreme care must still be used in the design and execution of tests using LUDROA. Negligent or careless testing using SCP-4219 will almost certainly expose LUDROA to third parties external to the test; any such exposure will be processed by LUDROA as if it were a result from an actual test subject, tainting experimental data with false positives. In order to ensure that studies using SCP-4219 meet the high standards necessary to guarantee accuracy and precision, researchers intending to conduct a test with LUDROA are required to formulate and compile a detailed written accounting of their proposed methodology. This methodology must be reviewed and approved by at least one Level 4/4219 staff member before the test can proceed. [INPUT LEVEL 4/4219 SECURITY CREDENTIALS] [CREDENTIALS APPROVED] Addendum 4219.2—SCP-4219 Test Logs: Preliminary Testing, Day 5 Control: Test #1 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer (Assistant Director, Foundation Dept. of Memetics) Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 10:00:08 Strains Used: 2187 (Visual) Subject: 5 D-class personnel (D-4139; D-31421; D-52466; D-42211; D-2466) Sapients Present (Expected): 5 Sapients Detected: 5 Control: Test #2 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 10:20:57 Strains Used: 2187 (Visual) Subject: 10 Mus musculus (lab mice) Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 0 Note: Always nice to see everything in working order. Test #1 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 11:00:19 Strains Used: 2193 (Olfactory) Subject: Junior Researcher Don Bryant, P.H.D. Sapients Present (Expected): 1 Sapients Detected: 1 Note: I get the curiosity, but Don: you're one of the brightest people I know. Are you really surprised you're sapient? Test #2 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 11:20:47 Strains Used: 2187 (Visual) Subject: 1 human infant (age: 9 weeks) Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 0 Test #3 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 11:45:36 Strains Used: 2193 (Olfactory) Subject: 1 adult human (comatose) Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 0 Note: This speaks to an unfortunate limitation of SCP-4219. LUDROA needs to be perceived by a subject in order to work, so a negative result here could mean our coma patient is currently unable to think conceptually—but it could also mean that he simply isn't able to smell. Test #4 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 13:45:21 Strains Used: 2193 (Olfactory) Subject: 1 D-Class w/ Borderline Personality Disorder (D-13471) Sapients Present (Expected): 1 Sapients Detected: 1 Test #5 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 14:19:33 Strains Used: 2193 (Olfactory) Subject: 1 D-Class w/ Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder (D-22313) Sapients Present (Expected): 1 Sapients Detected: 1 Test #6 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 15:50:03 Strains Used: 2187 (Visual) Subject: 1 D-Class, clinically depressed (D-21455); Dr. Reggie Meyer Sapients Present (Expected): 2 Sapients Detected: 1 Note: I screwed this one up. I miscalibrated the timer on the cognitohazard; it was still going when I re-entered the testing room, and I got an eyeful—but that's beside the point. Either there's a huge, HUGE hole in LUDROA, or there's something very important about D-21455 that we don't know. We need to run this one back. Now. Test #7 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 15:55:29 Strains Used: 2187 (Visual) Subject: 1 D-Class, clinically depressed (D-21455) Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 1 Note: Test #8 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 16:25:41 Strains Used: 2193 (Olfactory) Subject: 1 D-Class, clinically depressed (D-21455) Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 1 Note: Test #9 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 23:01:10 Strains Used: 2193 (Olfactory) Subject: Dr. Reggie Meyer Sapients Present (Expected): 1 Sapients Detected: 0 Note: Test #10 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-08, 23:31:19 Strains Used: 2193 (Olfactory) Subject: Dr. Reggie Meyer Sapients Present (Expected): 1 Sapients Detected: 0 Note: Test #11 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-09, 01:01:21 Strains Used: 2232 (Gustatory) Subject: Dr. Reggie Meyer Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 0 Test #12 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-09, 01:30:35 Strains Used: 2432 (Tactile) Subject: Dr. Reggie Meyer Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 0 Test #13 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-09, 01:45:26 Strains Used: 198 (Auditory) Subject: Dr. Reggie Meyer Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 15 Test #14 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-09, 01:46:05 Strains Used: 198 (Auditory) Subject: Testing chamber (empty) Sapients Present (Expected): 0 Sapients Detected: 15 [INPUT LEVEL 5/4219 SECURITY CREDENTIALS] [CREDENTIALS APPROVED] Addendum 4219.3 Following the testing performed on 2019-08-08, Dr. Meyer was placed under covert surveillance by Foundation security. His surveillance detail reported no significant deviations from normal behavior until the morning of 2019-08-29. On the morning of 2019-08-29, Dr. Meyer began to vocalize extreme distress while at his workstation. When approached by concerned security guards, Dr. Meyer panicked and fled, attempting to enter Site 56's memetic stockpile before being subdued. Upon investigation it was discovered that Dr. Meyer had exploited his access to Foundation memetics and antimemetics to compromise several hundred Foundation personnel, including his surveillance detail. With the help of these subverted personnel, Dr. Meyer appropriated substantial Foundation assets, including webcrawlers, software, air filtration systems, and air- and ground-based drone fleets. Shielded from immediate discovery by several antimemetic agents, Dr. Meyer used these assets to carry out an unauthorized test of LUDROA. Supplemental LUDROA Test #1 Test Administrator: Dr. Reggie Meyer Test initiated: 2019-08-20, 10:00:50 Strains Used: 198 (Auditory) Subject: Earth Sapients Present (Expected): ~7,700,000,000 Sapients Present (Detected): ████████████████████ ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4219" by Stark Moops, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4219. 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-4220 | euclid | ADULT CONTENT This article contains adult content that may not be suitable for all readers. Graphic depiction of blood, gore or mutilation of body parts Features sexual themes or language, but does not depict sexual acts. Explicit depiction of sexual acts. Features non-consensual sexual acts. Depiction of severe mistreatment of children Depiction of self-harm Depiction of suicide Depiction of torture {$custom-content} If you are above the age of 18+ and wish to read such content, then you may click Continue to view said content. Continue Back to Front Page WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/4220 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/4220 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Item #: SCP-4220 Level 4/4220 Classified SCP-4220 (circa 1991). Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel are to liaise with UNOOSA1 and other government, corporate, and academic agencies pursuing the observation, exploration, and excavation of SCP-4220. Under Protocol EYES WIDE SHUT, the following provisions are to be met: International laws restricting commercial mining, exploration, and colonization of SCP-4220's surface are to be expanded and strictly enforced. Seismological studies of SCP-4220's interior are to be suppressed or falsified; studies of lunar lava tubes are to be prevented to whatever extent is feasible. Non-Foundation missions to SCP-4220 are to be strictly limited to the collection of regolith samples. Foundation personnel are to work with relevant entities to prevent excavations beyond a depth of ten meters or access to SCP-4220-2. All missions that may feasibly pass over the far side of SCP-4220 are to be monitored by Foundation assets. Data regarding SCP-4220-2 (including but not limited to: Photography, radiometric analysis, and thermal imagery) is to be suppressed or falsified. All human-piloted missions are to be redirected to avoid any risk of contact with SCP-4220-2. The scientific consensus regarding SCP-4220's internal composition is to be maintained and supported. All information regarding SCP-4220's interior is to remain classified until further notice. The borehole to SCP-4220-1 has been collapsed. Access is strictly prohibited. Description: SCP-4220 refers to the Earth's Moon. Current scientific consensus holds that the Moon is the second-densest satellite in the solar system, featuring a distinct crust, mantle, and core. This is inaccurate: a Foundation-funded research mission to the lunar surface conducted in 19██ determined that the Moon is hollow. Despite this, SCP-4220 exerts a gravitational force significantly more powerful than its estimated mass should permit. The lunar regolith has an average depth of approximately six kilometers; it is supported from below by an internal structure of unknown origin. This structure is composed of concrete, basalt, and iron arranged in a hexagonal lattice. Interior access is possible via a man-made borehole one meter in diameter and approximately fifty meters in depth located in the South Pole-Aitken basin (the deepest known impact crater on the lunar surface). At the bottom of this shaft is a hatch with a bolted metal placard bearing the words, "DEPARTMENT OF ABNORMALITIES". The hatch provides access to a mechanical airlock, below which is a sublunar complex designated as SCP-4220-1: a semi-industrial silo built entirely out of beryllium copper. It is approximately half a kilometer in diameter and half a kilometer deep, and consists of one hundred floors (separated by a spiral staircase in the center of the silo). Each floor contains several continuous rows of cubicles, arranged in a spiral pattern extending out from the staircase. The staircase wraps around a large pneumatic tube (one meter in diameter) that extends down from the top floor's ceiling. Each cubicle contains a desk with a mechanical brass typewriter; pneumatic tubing replaces the typewriter's ribbon. These tubes connect at the ceiling to form spiral patterns which converge and connect to the pipe at the central staircase. A pair of mechanical brass hands are mounted to each typewriter via additional pneumatic tubes, and brass shoes are located on the ground at the foot of each desk. The hands type continually, only pausing when two sets of shoes move away from their cubicles and switch places. Some of the typewriters on each floor are damaged or nonfunctional — their corresponding hands and shoes remain immobile. The silo's width tapers off sharply at the bottom of the staircase, which terminates at a circular balcony surrounding the central pipe. The pipe continues down a shaft approximately one meter in diameter with an unknown depth, which has been sealed with a mixture of lunar regolith and cement. A mechanical dial is affixed to the pipe at the balcony level, labeled "CONTAMINATION". Since containment of SCP-4220-1 began, the dial has increased from 75 to 85 (to a possible maximum of 100). The type of unit this dial is measuring remains unknown. SCP-4220-2 is the far side of the Moon. [REDACTED - LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED] Addendum 4220.1: Historical Summary By 1960, both the Americans and Soviets recognized that knowledge of SCP-4220 posed a threat to normalcy for their respective cultures. However, the nature of the Space Race meant that neither side could stop their programs to land a man on the Moon without incurring significant sociocultural and political losses. Publicly, both countries competed with non-anomalous technology to achieve this goal. But privately, American and Russian scientists engaged in a secondary clandestine Space Race — one driven by anomalous assets and paratechnology. This race was conducted to reach the Moon in secret, discover its true nature, and determine whether or not it could be weaponized. It is likely that the Soviet Union's program inadvertently brought SCP-4220-2's component parts together, and the American program inadvertently provided the materials to catalyze its formation. Addendum 4220.2: Helios Upon learning of Russia's Luna program from Soviet defectors, then-President John F. Kennedy — who had previously resisted the use of anomalies in the Space Race — reluctantly authorized the black project codenamed Helios2. The goal of the Helios program was to determine the nature of the artificial structures on the Moon and take control of them before the Soviet Union. Due to Russia's lead in the Space Race, Kennedy allowed the Pentagram3 to take control of the project under the direction of the late John Whiteside "Jack" Parsons4. Inner Circle: Aleister Crowley, Jack Parsons, and L. Ron Hubbard, left to right (GOC archival files; circa 1947) Project Helios culminated in the construction and launch of the nuclear pulse rocket Helios 1 on 19██. It successfully reached SCP-4220 within several hours of launch, then crash-landed on the lunar surface (killing all on-board personnel and stranding Parsons). On account of Parsons' refusal to share insights on several critical elements of the rocket's design, the Pentagram was unable to replicate the work on Helios 1 or recover the rocket until the Apollo missions (18 - 20). These missions failed to recover Helios 1's nosecone. During the construction of Lunar Area-100, Foundation personnel uncovered the graves of Helios 1's crew and its nosecone (which was found to be haunted by Parsons). The nosecone was delivered to Site-42, where a seance was conducted by Mobile Task Force Lambda-10 ("Wake Up Dead") to anchor Parsons to a member of D-Class. Dr. Russell Delvon interviewed Parsons through D-15636. NOTE: These interviews comprise the Foundation's knowledge of Project Helios; this knowledge cannot be verified due to the Pentagram's refusal to confirm or deny Parsons' account. About Parsons Delvon: Mister Parsons, thank you for joining our seance. To begin with, would you be willing to share the details on why you were on the Moon? Parsons: Please, call me Jack. Or, Belarion Armillus al Dajjal - Antichrist, come to fulfill the law of the Beast 666 - but Jack is fine too. Anyways! The suits were up there for exactly the reasons you'd expect: Reds - in space! Spreading their godless communism. But even they weren't the first to reach the Moon - they'd found some bizarre man-made silos down at the South Pole crater. All abandoned. And of course, that couldn't stand. So the Pentagram had me build them a rocket to get to the Moon lickety-split: Helios 1. Delvon: Okay, um, Jack. Thank you. Now - Parsons: I couldn't give less of a damn about their 'God-given right' to 'spread democracy' to the lunar surface. Back in the forties, you see, me and my ex-friend Ron5 performed a series of esoteric sexual rituals we called the Babalon Workings. We produced an elemental spirit and tried to conceive a child with her. It half worked — we were never able to conceive, and the bitch ran off with Ron. But then, after I started consulting for the Pentagram on Helios 1, it hit me: what if she was just some broad? Allie6 even called the being we were trying to conceive the 'Moonchild'. What if the real spirit was summoned on the moon? I had to go! Delvon: [writing hurriedly] Wait, hold on - hold on - uh, you went along with the project because you thought you summoned a … a sex spirit on the Moon? Parsons: I wouldn't say "went along"… now, "stowed away", that's more accurate. The Pentagram wouldn't let their chief engineer board the rocket — what if it blew up? Luckily, I was able to contact Crowley by possessing his latest fling. He helped me modify the Pentagram's binders on me. And so, at Crowley's bidding, I haunted the nosecone of Helios 1 on its maiden voyage! Which worked perfectly… until it crashed on the lunar surface. But that's rocket science for you! Mistakes happen. It's how we learn from them that matters. About Helios 1 Delvon: Can you tell us anything about the design of Helios 1? How it was designed, how it was propelled, et cetera? Parsons: Helios 1 is a theonuclear pulse engine rocket - theonuclear, we coined that in fifty-nine as well, there's a patent on the name - based on the Teller-Ulam design that generates repeated theonuclear pulses for propulsion. Some of my finest work, really. Helios used theonuclear and orgone7 energy - the orgone powered the ship's systems, compressed the souls, and recharged them for further detonation! I'm really quite proud of it - I implemented a special bi-channeling system into the frame of the rocket and designed the geometry in such a way as to harness special sexual magicks. I can draw it for you if you'd like. Parsons is provided with a piece of paper and pen, and proceeds to draw a diagram of Helios 1. Delvon: Isn't that a - that's a penis. Parsons: No, actually, it's Helios 1! I'm glad you caught onto the design, though - it's the culmination of years of research into occult architecture and orgone channeling. You see, the rocket's geometry works to funnel orgone energy from the tip, down the shaft, to the base. The theonuclear fuel is stored in the tanks here [pointing to the circles at the base of the diagram], which is siphoned into the base and compressed by the orgone. It then detonates against the pusher plate here [pointing to the middle of the main shaft on the diagram], which propels the rocket upwards. Excess orgone is funneled into the insulating walls of the fuel tanks, which draws the fuel back into the chamber for recapture and recycling. It's totally emission free, 100% clean energy - well, in the energy sense, ahem. Worked like a charm! Delvon: Right, until it crashed on the lunar surface. Do you have any idea what might have caused that? Sabotage, perhaps? Parsons: Oh yes, very unfortunate. I didn't want to install traditional retrorockets on the thing, you see? Too much negative energy, slowing down and softening. Instead, the rocket was designed to channel orgone energy to reverse the polarity of the thrusters - but the crew just could not get enough of a rhythm going to ensure proper sexual flow! Delvon: [writing] Wait, how would 'sexual flow' affect the thr - Parsons: So instead of turning around and slowing to a halt on the lunar surface, we crashed. Explosive decompression - they weren't wearing space suits. Damn things would've done a number on the sexual kundalini flow through their chakras! About Theonuclear Power Parsons: Can you tell me something? What do you think the most glorious trait of the human soul is? Delvon: Mmm… I don't know. Our spirit? Parsons: Everything! Our indomitable will! Our thirst for knowledge! Our perseverance - our courage - our ability to push ourselves - to push ourselves to the limit, and conquer all of God's creation! Our insatiable curiosity, insatiable lust… the most glorious trait of the human soul is that it never stops. Also, the fact that it can be extracted as an isoenergetic superfluid which can be harnessed as a source of perpetual energy. Delvon: Could - could you repeat that last part? I don't think I heard you right. Parsons: Your soul is actually an indefinite source of kinetic, electrical, and thermal energy. The issue is that its energy is limitless, but its actual power output… minimal. But we got past that. We figured out how to make it undergo radiation-free nuclear fission, with the bonus that once the soul detonates, it resettles into a non-detonated superfluid. As I said, perseverance! And as I also said, whilst engaged in sexual congress with one Missus Alexis Santana in the back of an Oldsmobile in fifty-nine, that perseverance makes it the perfect fuel source for a nuclear pulse engine. Really, there was only one thing wrong with it. Delvon: Wait - sexual congress aside, weren't you dead by then? Sorry - uh, more importantly, what was wrong with - Parsons: I was, but Miss Santana was not. But back to the matter at hand: the only problem is that you need a lot of souls. Fresh ones too, you can't just go to any old graveyard and dig up some bodies. Souls don't stick around bodies that long - at least, not ones that died happy. On Acquiring Souls: Parsons: We were somewhere on the edge of New Echota when the drugs began to take hold. Delvon: New Echota… Georgia? Where the Trail of Tears starts. What does that have to do with… Parsons: Doctor Delvon, I sense a worldly spirit in you. If you were looking for spirits with unfinished business in these United States, spirits who died in pain or seek revenge for their families, who would you look for? Delvon: …Native Americans. Parsons: Bingo! All that pent-up rage and hatred makes for a hell of a turbocharge. Me and some of the boys from the lab went on a road trip in fifty-nine, all across the southern US. We were ghost-hunting, following the Trail of Tears across the country - and I daresay it was the time of my after-life! Stopping off in small town Americana, smoking enough weed to fill a garden, flirting with the local ladies, bringing them to the closest cemetery and doing quite a bit of desecrating if you catch my drift, then vacuuming up the spirits that emerged. It was a blast and a half! Delvon: Mister Parsons - Jack, I must say that I find these actions rather reprehensible. Parsons: What, shagging in a boneyard? Don't worry, as a spirit myself, I say it's fine. If you mean the systematic targeted exploitation of the Cherokee even past death… what the hell do you want me to say? Parsons stands up and puts his hands on the seance table. Parsons: Anything to stop the 'relentless march of Communism', the upper brass said. I said, surely there must be a better way, we can just kill a few million mice or something, haven't these people suffered enough? But you know the military. What the military wants, the military gets. I figured I might as well enjoy myself, okay? You think I could even fight them? I'm as much a victim as the Cherokees! Delvon: I apologize, Jack. I didn't mean to insinuate you were to blame. How did you, ahem, 'vacuum up' the spirits? Parsons: Trade secret. The geas those bastards put on me got stale, but it's still kicking in bits and places. I can tell you that it did not involve a vacuum, but it did involve orgone. Why do you think I mentioned the shagging? Crowley and I figured out all kinds of wonderful things you could do with the stuff, like creating a moon goddess or extracting human souls from underground, and when the Pentagram dug me up, well… they have ways of making you talk. About Being Stranded Delvon: Can you tell us anything about your time on the Moon between the crash of Helios 1 and being found by us? Parsons: At first I was rather miffed - all my work foiled because the crew couldn't maintain their libido! But I coped. The orgone was draining from the wreckage faster than I would have expected, to be honest, but I had lived a rich and full afterlife. Really, boredom was the enemy. Spent some time writing plays and acting them out with the crew. I went mad for… a decade? Two? You lose track of time when your brain flies the cuckoo's nest - but then got bored and went sane again. Delvon: So you abandoned the original mission. Parsons: I take offense at that - I picked it up again after I went sane! Would you believe that after all that time I was still anchored to the nosecone? Sometimes I amaze myself. So I went hunting - and I did, in fact, rediscover the structures that we had gone looking for originally, at the South Pole-Aitken basin. Parsons stops talking and stares into the distance. Dr. Delvon attempts to regain his attention unsuccessfully for a minute. Delvon: Jack? Are you alright? Parsons: I went down there. Delvon: Down where? Parsons: I know why I appeared to you. Parsons grabs Dr. Delvon by the shoulders. Parsons: It was a tomb. There is a man down there - a being, a spectre, a shade, I don't know - there is a thing down there, and it has been rent into many little pieces, and each of those pieces is locked in a cage. But I saw those pieces - and they saw me. The security detail steps forward and shoots Parsons with tranquilizer darts. Despite being anchored to D-15, the darts have a delayed effect on Parsons. Parsons: I don't know what happened - it forced its way up or maybe the Moon Goddess rejected it. But it was never meant to be seen. We weren't the first men on the Moon - but we should have been the last. At this point, the tranquilizer takes effect. Parsons falls unconscious. The seance is terminated. Addendum 4220.3: Luna In contrast to the separate space program established by the United States, the Soviet Union simply extended their existing Luna program with paratechnology, enlisting the help of [REDACTED - LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED]. This enabled them to conduct multiple manned missions into SCP-4220-1; however, the Luna program was abruptly shut down without official explanation, most likely to enact containment of SCP-4220-1. The following correspondence was recovered from the home of Professor Damian Kravchuk, a colleague of Professor Christov Alexeyev. Professor Alexeyev was Project Lead of the Luna programme (part of the Soviet space program) from 1958 to 1965. All documents are translated from their original Russian. It is unfortunate, but the loss of little Mechta8 is merely a setback, I assure you. What I am about to tell you is known by only a few men other than myself. I trust you understand the gravity of these proceedings. While the Americans are hypnotized by their own little 'Rasputin'9, we have put our trust into a more practical approach. The greatest challenge manned space travel poses has always been the safe return of the occupant. System after system is dedicated to his protection and health, and each of these systems increases the complexity of the mission by an order of magnitude. But what if his health was of no concern at all? Cpt. Dorofeyev10 has provided us with our first controller. He refers to her as only 'Eighty-Two'. She is an obese girl of fourteen; her speech is slurred, her smell unpleasant, and her head devoid of hair. The subject is a convict due for execution. We injected him with a lethal dose of propofol. Though I took every step feasible to ensure his comfort, the proceedings still left many of us sick to our stomachs. Lukyan has confessed privately that he feels like a charlatan; like an ancient haruspex, slitting the bellies of muskoxen and pretending to read futures in their steaming entrails. But I have assured him that there is nothing imaginary about our 'magic'. Twenty minutes after death, the corpse sat up. We examined it; no pulse, no respiration. It was cool to the touch. Eighty-Two successfully made it walk and interact with numerous objects in the room, though it moved like a drunkard. Regardless of its state, the corpse becomes non-viable several hours after death. This is unfortunate; it reduces our functional window considerably. The antennae array must therefore be inserted surgically with great care. A powerful paralytic will ensure they expend very little oxygen and do not disrupt the craft in transit. Impact on the lunar surface — followed by depressurization — handles the rest. Cpt. Dorofeyev delivered the subject yesterday. I loaded it into Mechta's sister11 myself, but not before weighing him again. He was nearly a pound lighter than before. My hands are smudged with chalk; we spent the night revising calculations to account for the reduction in mass. It will be a Russian who takes the first step across the moon's surface. History will not care whether he was alive or dead. We have found the structure. But nothing about it makes sense. It's an office building. An office building inside the moon, Damian. The interior is pressurized; within, brass hands are mounted to brass desks, tapping at brass typewriters. Brass shoes stomp about with no men inside them. All of it fed by brass pipes, centered around a winding brass staircase. We have sent multiple drones into the structure, but we keep losing our window before we can explore any farther. We must either send a live man in — simply infeasible — or find a method to make the corpses last longer. My facility is now filled with strange men I do not recognize, asking me questions I cannot answer. The ministry has brought an 'esoteric specialist' to assist us — a disgusting, loathsome man who stinks of garlic and speaks broken Russian. Cpt. Dorofeyev has vouched for his expertise. He has demonstrated his ability to enter a state of suspended animation via the use of mantras, self-hypnosis, and a foul-smelling poultice of his own concoction. I verified the cessation of all life-functions myself; several hours later, he sat up — alive and well. He has offered to teach us his methods in exchange for a favor. He only asks that we send him to the Moon. He believes someone is waiting for him, there. When the mystic is not teaching us how to defy death, he is conducting bizarre and inane 'rituals' to fulfill whatever sexual gratification occurs to him. But his methods have produced results: Eighty-Two puppeted one of our suspended subjects for over fifteen hours before she had to sever the connection. The subject was revived, and found in relatively good health (though distressed over the antennae). We plan more tests to ensure no more complications, but I anticipate we will be launching by the end of the month. Our first suspended subject successfully entered the structure and made it to the bottom of the stairwell. There, we discovered a large shaft fed by the brass pipes that sinks deeper into the Moon. There is a meter on the largest pipe. An English word is printed on it; it translates to 'CONTAMINATION'. It was set to twenty-five. None of us know what this means. While piloting the subject, Eighty-Two reported the meter rose to thirty. Dorofeyev informed us that we are to continue exploring the structure. Hopefully, we will find some clues as to its purpose. Eighty-Two seems fearful of the shaft descending downward. Before she severed the connection, she complained of a foul odor coming from it. Dorofeyev has assigned me to watch the mystic's disgusting rituals. He suspects the man is hiding more secrets from us. The madman smirks at me while he works. Yesterday, he drew a chalk outline of a woman upon the floor, then desecrated it. When he was finished, he claimed to have opened a channel to his goddess — Babalon. An hour later, Eighty-Two reconnected to the drone and found that the CONTAMINATION dial was now at fifty. Several of the pipes had burst, destroying the typewriters they were mounted to. A black smoke fills the silo. It makes the skin of the drone congeal into tar. I want to call it a coincidence, but I know better. The pipes have sealed themselves, somehow — as if they had never burst at all. The smoke is gone. The CONTAMINATION dial remains at sixty-five, and the silo buzzes with activity. The typewriters rattle like Kalashnikovs — brass fingers clacking across the keys in a blur. The shoes move so fast that the drone has tripped over them several times. Eighty-Two is terrified. We had to coerce her into continuing into the silo. Even so, she moved so slowly that the drone collapsed before we could reach the bottom. Through all of this, the mystic continues his despicable rituals. When he is not defiling the floor, he sits cross-legged in a hexagram, crowing and gloating in English to a man who is not there. Dorofeyev will not tell me what he is saying. After two more drones, we finally made it into the shaft. Eighty-Two steered a great brute down there — I cannot tell you how long he slid down the pipe. By the time he reached the bottom, nearly all his muscle and skin had sloughed away. The Moon is full of giant glass chambers, each shaped like a perfect dodecahedron, each suspended within a metal lattice that criss-crosses into the yawning darkness. No one can determine how far it extends. Each chamber is connected to four others by means of bronze-colored metal hatches in the corners of each room. The pipe splits off into multiple smaller pipes winding through the chambers. The drone had suffered too much necrosis before we could explore these pipes; the air down there is worse than in the silo. After she disconnected, we noticed Eighty-Two's skin had become greasy. Even after several showers, she still smells foul. The moon is hollow, Damian. Not only that; it is artificial. It baffles the imagination. Who built it? Why? Where do the pipes lead? Did the ministry know? Hide these letters somewhere safe. If something happens, a record must persist. More questions. We equipped a small drone with a hazard suit; Eighty-Two had him prepare cameras to record the typewriters, and another trained on the CONTAMINATION dial. It was at sixty. A consequence of the previous drones? Possibly. Nothing remains of their bodies save a black, bubbling sludge. The very air is corrosive. Eighty-Two made it to the glass chambers. Some of them house glass cages shaped like human organs — eyes, lungs, liver, a stomach — filled with black smoke. They feed the pipes, pumping into the moon. Eighty-Two noticed other chambers, suspended alone in the lattice. Connected to nothing, but filled with that black smoke. Some of them pulsed and throbbed. We all feel uneasy. It is as though we are traipsing through a dragon's hoard, oblivious to its curious eyes. The mystic found out about the structures. Eighty-Two, most likely. They are inseparable now. He was crowing about it being the resting place of his goddess — shredded, he claimed, by a ritual his apprentice botched. He claims to have taught the American Rasputin everything he knows. His rituals grow more depraved by the day. Thankfully, Dorofeyev reassigned me to work on the orbital mechanics. We found the mystic with Eighty-Two today. He had coerced her into participating in one of his rituals. One of our men wanted to shoot him on the spot. Cooler heads prevailed. He is of no more use; we simply will fulfill our end of the bargain. I was told the surgeons did not sedate him before implanting the necessary components. I examined him only afterwards, when he rested in his deep torpor. Even now, his face haunts me — that sickening, frozen smile as we sealed him inside the capsule. He wants to meet his 'goddess'? So be it. God help us. A moment after he awoke inside the silo, the mystic tore the antennae from his scalp. He did not bleed — he vented. Black smoke poured from his skull. Eighty-Two could no longer pilot him; she fainted. Tar oozed from her skin. Dorofeyev had prepared for this possibility. The camera trained on the dial was armed with a remote detonator. It took him several minutes to acquire proper authorization; as he did, we watched helplessly as the mystic sank down into the shaft. Shortly after he vanished, Dorofeyev transmitted the sequence — we lost the feed. Presumably, the shaft was sealed by the explosion. The last image we captured was of the dial at seventy-five. It was still rising. The Luna programme has been cancelled. We will not return to the Moon. Burn these letters. Addendum 4220.4: Joint Containment Negotiations During the Paraweapon Cessation Treaties of 1963, both GRU Division "P" and the Pentagram conducted secret negotiations regarding containment of SCP-4220 without the Foundation's official awareness. The following transcript was recorded covertly by Foundation listening devices, but due to bureaucratic incompetence and internal political turmoil, they were filed away with their significance unrealized until the discovery of SCP-4220. + Level 5 Access Required - ERROR! LEVELEVVVE 4444444 LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE GRANTED Internal Audio Recording Transcript In Attendance: Pentagram Director Edward Teller NASA Administrator James E. Webb GRU Division "P" Liaison Victor Dorofeyev USSR Engineer Valentin12 [GRU] Liaison Dorofeyev: So. We have a problem with the Moon. [PEN] Director Teller: We do. [NASA] Administrator Webb: Excuse me? I'm - I'm sorry, I'm not quite following. I'm still - ah, I'm still unclear as to what this meeting is about. I'm not sure I know you, Mister… Dorofeyev: You may call me Victor. My colleague goes by Valentin. Director Teller, if you would? Teller: Right. Let's get down to brass tacks. Boys, I hate to break it to you, but you will NOT be landing on the Moon. Webb: Wh - what? You can't be serious! Teller: Sorry, James - I'm as serious as a heart attack. The Moon is a no-go. Completely off limits. We absolutely cannot, hell, must not, put a man on the moon. Dorofeyev: But we cannot not put a man on the moon. To do so would be political suicide. [USSR] Valentin: So. Are we putting someone on moon or not? There is a pause. Dorofeyev, Teller simultaneously: Yes. Dorofeyev: Fake moon landings. Teller: To clarify, the landing is not going to be faked - we are simply going to use a fake moon. Webb: A fake - a fake moon? What the hell are you trying to pull? Dorofeyev: Be quiet and listen. Teller: Please, James. Don't you know the Boy Scout motto? Be prepared. The United States has had a plan for landing on the moon in case we couldn't actually land on it for almost a decade now. Trust me when I say that we have a backup in place. All you need to do is keep building your rockets, and then have your boys fly them to where we tell you. Webb: But - but - but - but why? Why on Earth do we need to do all this? What the hell is wrong with the Moon? There is the click of a projector screen. [USSR] Valentin: Bozhe moi! Webb: Christ almighty! What on earth is - is that a face? Dorofeyev: It is the dark side of the Moon. Valentin: No. It is a face. Whose? Teller: We believe it - ah, we suspect that - Dorofeyev: It is the face of Aleister Crowley. Valentin: But — that is a woman‘s — Webb: How can you even tell? That’s, that’s bone — it’s brain — Dorofeyev: Brass. Teller: The technical term is rebis. The… well the male half is Crowley. The female half — Dorofeyev: Was inside the moon. Before Crowley fucked it. Webb: But what is it — what is it doing? Valentin: What is that look? Teller: The expression, you mean? Well, ah… I don't want to be crude, but - Dorofeyev: It is having an orgasm. [END TRANSCRIPT] Footnotes 1. United Nations Office for Outer Space Affairs. 2. Confirmed by personnel involved with Operation Thunderbolt. 3. The occult branch of the Department of Defense. 4. An American rocket engineer, chemist, and Thelemite occultist who worked as a consultant for the US government's para-rocketry program for several years after his death in 1952. 5. This is likely a reference to L. Ron Hubbard, the founder of Scientology. 6. This is likely a reference to Aleister Crowley, a renowned Thelemite occultist who ostensibly died of tuberculosis in 1947. 7. An esoteric energy strongly linked with sexual thaumaturgy. 8. Likely a reference to Luna 1, an unmanned spacecraft launched by Russia in January of 1959. It reportedly missed the moon as a consequence of an incorrect calculation regarding the duration of its upper stage burn. 9. This may be a reference to Jack Parsons. 10. Captain Victor Dorofeyev was an officer of the KGB, a liason for GRU Division "P" (Psychotronics), and Lead Supervisor of Project Redline. 11. This is likely a reference to Luna 2, an unmanned spacecraft launched by Russia in September of 1959. It was the first man-made object to officially reach the moon. 12. most likely Valentin Glushko |
SCP-4221 | euclid | MathBrush Adl3z_ Item#: 4221 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All houses adjacent to SCP-4221 have been purchased by the Foundation, and are to be maintained by Foundation personnel. Any civilians entering SCP-4221 are to be immediately detained and amnesticized as appropriate. All weapons and bladed instruments are to be kept out of view of SCP-4221-1. Once weekly, a cleaning crew is to dispose of trash, clean up spills, and dust inside SCP-4221, as well as restocking the supply of bandages. In the event of aggressive behavior on the part of SCP-4221-1, Foundation personnel are to withdraw and notify MTF Beta-21 "Pied Pipers" to subdue the entity. SCP-4221-1 is not to be removed from SCP-4221. SCP-4221-2 is to be kept under video surveillance at all times, with any changes or emissions to be reported immediately. Drone exploration is currently suspended. Description: SCP-4221 is a blue two-story house, located in a row of similar houses along a side street in ██████, Toronto. It is the location of the following anomalies: SCP-4221-1: The inhabitant of SCP-4221. SCP-4221-1 is a humanoid entity roughly 2.3 m in height with an arm span of 4 m. The entity possesses unusually active sebaceous glands, which produce a thick, black oil coating most of the entity's skin. The entity has been provided weekly with clean bandages in an attempt to preserve a sanitary environment in SCP-4221, which has been largely successful. SCP-4221-1 has shown no capacity for speech, although it has demonstrated some understanding of simple commands (see Addendum 4221-3). SCP-4221-1 possesses an extreme phobia of weapons, especially bladed weapons. Even the presence of a fork can cause SCP-4221-1 to retreat into the attic of its residence until the threat is gone. This has made obtaining samples of its tissues extremely difficult. DNA analysis of SCP-4221-1's secretions show a 99.6% match to human DNA. However, the DNA shows an extreme number of mutations, similar to those caused by prolonged exposure to radiation. SCP-4221-2: An intermittent spacetime anomaly localized within the kitchen wall of SCP-4221, measuring roughly 5 cm in diameter. During activation events (see below), the anomaly provides an opening into a dark, seemingly abandoned space containing large masses of fungi similar to Stachybotrys chartarum, Dictyostelium discoideum, and other fungi. When not activated, it appears similar to the surrounding kitchen wall, albeit stained with black from frequent exposure to the molds inside. Several times daily, SCP-4221-1 will initiate an activation event. It does so by approaching the location of SCP-4221-2, holding its ear close to the anomaly. Roughly 20% of the time, it will walk away after listening. In the other 80% of instances, it places its hand through the anomaly, which opens to accommodate it. The entity then retrieves large masses of mold for consumption. After SCP-4221-1's harvesting, the opening begins to close over the space of 5 to 10 minutes. All attempts to maintain the anomaly have failed, as have attempts to activate it without the assistance of SCP-4221-1. Due to SCP-4221-1's low level of intelligence (see Addendum 4221-3), staff have been unable to negotiate more frequent activation events. Insertion of recording equipment into SCP-4221-2 has been successful. However, upon closing, all items lodged within SCP-4221-2 are severed, and radio communication with equipment in the interior is lost. Due to these properties, the current working theory is that this opening is a liminal space leading to a location distant from ours in space, time, and/or dimension. Incident 4221-1: During the listening portion of a standard activation event, SCP-4221-1 became extremely agitated and fled into the attic of SCP-4221. SCP-4221-1 waited two days before the next activation event, showing signs of fatigue from lack of food. During the next successful activation event, SCP-4221-1 retrieved a tangle of clothing from SCP-4221-2, in addition to its usual harvest of molds. The clothing was an orange jumpsuit, stained black. The jumpsuit contained tears and bite marks indicative of large predators. Chemical analysis showed a lack of blood; all stains were found to consist of mold and a fluid identical to that covering SCP-4221-1's skin. Addendum 4221-2: Preliminary video recordings of the interior of SCP-4221-2 show an apparently man-made cluster of connected buildings coated with black, tarry substances. Due to the limited communication time span, drones have yet to explore the exterior of these buildings. No flora or fauna have been observed. However, drone signals from previous activation events have not yet been picked up upon subsequent events, suggesting some active agent interfering with drone activity. (Note: as of ██/██/20██, one drone has returned with video footage. See Addendum 4. Analysis of the building layout and room contents suggests that the building was used for restraint, similar to a prison, with barred interior windows, chains, emergency shutters, and restricted access to exterior walls. A comparison search ordered by Site Director █████ showed that the layout did not correspond to any current Foundation facility. Addendum 4221-3: + Testing Logs - ACCESS GRANTED In an effort to establish communication, the Nim-Washoe protocol was authorized by Site Director █████. This was adapted to use symbol cards, as SCP-4221-1's limbs were deemed incapable of complex sign language communication. According to Senior Researcher Keagan, the test results indicated an intelligence level on par with a human two-year-old child. Notable results are indicated below. RESULTS OF INTEREST Numerals Subject showed a consistent aversion to the number seven, both in pictograph form and, when taught the meaning, in numerical form. Grasped the concept of numerals but not of place value. Colors Subject consistently sorted red cards into their own stack, separating them from all other shades. Showed no unusual reaction to other colors. Animals Subject showed much more interest in depictions of humans of all ages than in other animals, even at the abstract level (such as smiley faces). Showed mild interest in a depiction of itself. Note: Long-term analysis of intelligence is underway to see if SCP-4221-1 is capable of mental growth over time.-Dr. Keagan Addendum 4221-4: + Drone Video Transcript ACCESS GRANTED The following is a transcript of the only drone to be recovered from inside SCP-4221-2. Dr. Keagan: -ing audio quality. Okay, we're live. Test number 337, autonomous drone. Begin video. Video shows SCP-4221-1, standing in the kitchen, its arm inside of SCP-4221-2. After several minutes of feeding, SCP-4222-1 departs. The drone moves forward, passing through SCP-4221-2. Video shows a room stained with mold. One fluorescent light is functional, while others are present but shattered. Audio quality immediately becomes fuzzier, with additional hisses and crackles throughout. There is a banging sound that was not audible on previous recordings. Dr. Keagan: Steer the drone towards the sound. From the mic readings, I'd estimate it at 223.5. Down the hallway on the left. Then set it to auto, and have it start heading back when the battery's at 60%. Director █████ thinks we've been pushing them too far. Hole is closing in 5, 4, 3- Contact with Command is lost. The drone continues under autonomous guidance. The hallway opens up into a large, high-ceilinged room with several doors leading in other directions. The drone sweeps through the large room first. The room seems to have originally been constructed of brick or cinderblocks but is now almost entirely coated in black, consistent in appearance with mold samples previously obtained. Faded colors remain visible on the doors, with two green doors, a blue door, and a red door. As the drone passes by the red door, the banging intensifies, and a puddle of vivid red liquid seeps from under the door. The drone continues its autonomous pattern, entering the first green door. The room is a bare concrete cube, stained with black. On the floor are six skeletons. Each appears human but with distorted features, including lengthened legs, horns, and extra ribcage, etc. No two skeletons have the same distortion. They are evenly spaced in a radial pattern, with an empty spot indicating an absent seventh figure. The drone moves on to the blue door. It contains smashed and scattered mechanical fragments surrounding a large pedestal. On the pedestal is a large oaken door and frame with seven locks. The door is not attached to any wall. All locks are broken, and the door hangs loosely from the frame. The banging stops. The drone continues on to the second green door, and the banging resumes. This room is filled with instruments that appear designed for incarceration or causing pain. Identified devices include whips with black glassy shards embedded in them, chains, bladed implements such as daggers and hooked knives, and wooden tables covered in deep cuts. The drone approaches the red door, but it is closed. The drone pushes against the door, and the banging intensifies. More red liquid spurts from behind the door, now with streaks of black in it. The drone continues on its path and returns to its original location, where it is recovered 23 hours later. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4221" by Adl3z and MathBrush, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4221. 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-4222 | keter | SCP-4222 being disentangled from a net. Item #: SCP-4222 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4222 is to be contained and protected in its natural habitat. Foundation naval assets are to maintain a 5km zone of exclusion around the approximate location of SCP-4222. Civilian vessels approaching the zone are to be redirected using cover story SCP-4222-A ("rescue operation"). MTF Mu-17 ("Sea Shepherds") are tasked with tracking and protecting SCP-4222. In the event of atypical value fluctuation by City Trust International Bank stock, a marine veterinarian is to assess the health of SCP-4222 within one business day. Personnel assigned to the SCP-4222 containment team are prohibited from purchasing CTIB stock. Description: SCP-4222 is a Northern bluefin tuna with the City Trust International Bank corporation (CTIB) located in its gut. SCP-4222 displays no anomalous physical properties other than possessing a financial institution in place of a digestive system. The processes by which SCP-4222 interacts with telecommunication devices and ships/receives materials are not yet understood. Monitoring of wireless transmission indicates that all CTIB transactions are being conducted through SCP-4222; intercepted communications1 confirm that the company's routine operations are occurring inside of a bluefin tuna. No CTIB offices or employees have been confirmed to exist outside of the tuna.2 City Trust International Bank continues to operate, and is financially entangled with 23% of the companies on the New York Stock Exchange. Disruption of the company's operations would cause severe economic instability and threaten the normalcy of the world economy.3 Research on extracting the corporation from the gut of the entity is underway. The point in time at which City Trust International Bank went or became inside a tuna is the subject of ongoing investigation. Addenda: + Intercepted communication sample – hide block From: EstevezJ@████.███ To: WilliamsM@████.███ Subject: Nice work Congratulations, your call about the conversion rate from squid proteins to deutchmarks was dead on. Unfortunately, Kelly is still out on sick leave - she's been working out of the lower intestine, and that last round of bowel parasites is crossing right through her. We're going to need someone to lock in those trades by the end of the day, the sooner the better. Get this taken care of, then meet me at the gallbladder after close of trade for a round of enzymes. My treat. -J James Estevez Junior Vice President Protein Acquisition and Absorption City Trust International Bank North Atlantic Region ~~"Capital isn't scarce; vision is" - Sam Walton~~ + Exploration log 4222-001E – hide block An autonomous probe was installed in a bait fish and fed to SCP-4222 to assess its internal anatomy. Mission commences. Tongue and gill interiors appear normal. 4 seconds: Probe enters the throat. Video shows typical interior of bluefin tuna esophagus. Typing and easy listening jazz can be heard. 12 seconds: Probe enters the stomach. Stomach contents appropriate for a bluefin tuna4 are visible in addition to stomach walls and digestive fluids. The toe of a wingtip shoe is visible protruding from from the stomach wall on the right side of the frame. 13 seconds: A female arm passes through the frame, holding an Android smartphone on which it uses its thumb to type. 14 seconds: A discolored square is visible in the upper part of the frame, with patterns resembling text. Text is illegible, though with formatting that suggests a contract or financial document. Thick fingers5 emerge from the walls of the stomach and begin stroking the interior of the square. 15 seconds: The outline of a face is visible beneath the stomach acid at the bottom of the frame6. The face expresses intense duress and makes motions indicative of drowning. 17 seconds: Stomach wall contracts on the left of the frame as gas bubbles shift in the digestive acid. Cheering and excited vocalization by a group of about 15 voices can be heard in the distance. 18 seconds: Camera reaches the duodenum. 19-278 seconds: Camera rests against sphincter leading into large intestine. Sounds of office equipment and gurgling can be heard periodically. 279 seconds: Camera passes through duodenum into large intestine. Texture and coloration of organ walls are clearly distinct from fish digestive tract; analysis later confirmed that the interior of the large intestine was human rather than piscine. 280-284 seconds: The autonomous probe, which is sized for the bluefin tuna digestive tract, ruptures the wall of the intestine. Heavily muffled, extremely distressed vocalizations can be heard. 285 seconds: Transmission ends as camera is audibly crushed. 4 hours after the conclusion of Exploration 4222-001, reports were detected that Massachusetts General Hospital in Boston, MA had admitted CTIB Chief Financial Officer Jacob Chapman with severe abdominal pain and herniation.7 Foundation automated surveillance was alerted when hospital records stated that "drone parts" were extracted from Chapman's large intestine. Agents Larson and Reynolds were dispatched to investigate. Contact was lost with the agents shortly after they reported entering the hospital. The agents' implanted tracking devices recorded that they had been transported to the vicinity of SCP-4222; marine rescue teams were deployed, but were unable to locate the agents. Over the next several days, DNA from each of the missing personnel was found in stool samples collected from SCP-4222. Further exploration of any physical space inside SCP-4222 and/or contractually associated with City Trust International Bank requires L4 approval. + Cost Reduction Proposal 4222-018CR (excerpt) – hide block Starman (Mu-17 Delta) and trainer during equipment check. Protection of SCP-4222 requires diverting SCP-4222 from commercial fishing routes and oil spills, diverting sharks and orcas from its location, and ensuring that it is not trapped in discarded nets or other debris. Frequent intervention by divers is required: 336 dives per year on average since initial containment. Though diving operations are relatively safe and inexpensive, the entity's anomalous properties have proven hazardous to the financial health of human divers. Interfering with SCP-4222's movement path or accidentally passing underneath it can result in the loss of retirement funds, revocation of mortgages, damage to credit scores and in one case the repossession of a set of SCUBA equipment being worn by a containment team member.8 The largest part of SCP-4222's budget in 2017 (64%, up from 49% the previous year) was used to reimburse personnel affected by these phenomena. To decrease risks and costs associated with SCP-4222, the containment team recommends forming a task force of bottlenose dolphins trained to protect the object and confine it to safe locations within its natural habitat. Approval was granted following a cost-benefit analysis and Ethics Committee vote of 6-1 in favor. A panel of marine biologists and behavior specialists was convened to develop an appropriate training program for a pod of eleven bottlenose dolphins9 designated MTF Mu-17 ("Sea Shepherds"). Since MTF Mu-17 began operation in January 2017, there have been zero Foundation casualties associated with SCP-4222. The constant proximity of the mobile task force to SCP-4222 has made it possible to reduce the zone of exclusion from 5 to 3 km, lowering the cost of containment by over 20%. UPDATE November 2017: Following the discovery that the anomaly interacts with the finances of Mu-17's trainers and handlers, 4 of the dolphins10 were trained to teach and reinforce skills related to containment protocols. This action successfully eliminated the need for daily management by human personnel, lowering containment costs by a further 28%. UPDATE August 2018: Following the escape of Starman (Mu-17 Delta) and Zippy (Mu-17 Kilo), bottlenose dolphins in the wild have been observed herding and collecting bluefin tuna using techniques derived from Foundation training. Efforts to locate and amnesticize all dolphins and other marine mammals exposed to such techniques are underway. Media and academic reports of dolphins establishing tuna-based economies are to be discredited. Footnotes 1. See addendum "Intercepted Communication." 2. See addendum "Exploration log 4222-001E." 3. Attempts to wall off or otherwise artificially contain SCP-4222 in a single location have resulted in immediate and severe anomalous fluctuations in the global currency exchange. 4. Biomass composed of tissues from smaller fish, stomach acid, polyps. 5. Analysis of finger proportions indicate that they belong to a male, approximately 50 years old, with a BMI in the "overweight" category and a moderate probability of dying from heart disease within 3 years. 6. Face appears to belong to a male 20 to 40 years of age, but detailed analysis is obscured by digestive fluid and partially digested sardine tissue. 7. Rupturing of the stomach through the abdominal wall. 8. The SCUBA equipment was later found on a Galapagos penguin on the coast of Fernandina Island. 9. Benny, Starman, Ranger, Ursula, Zippy, Rex, Morgan, Charity, Roscoe, Wallace, and Tank 10. Starman, Ursula, Roscoe, and Zippy. |
SCP-4223 | archon | by stormbreath NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following file was given to this iteration of the Department of Extra-Universal Affairs from an equivalent in Universe B-2004-β. The information contained within does not represent baseline reality (Universe A-173-α). All redactions were present in the original file from B-2004-β. Item #: SCP-4223 Site Responsible: COMMAND Site-01 Director: O5 Command Research Head: N/A Assigned Task Force: N/A Level 4/4223 Extra-Universal Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4223 is currently regarded as nonanomalous in consensus reality and does not require full containment as a result. Containment procedures are to focus on the maintenance of this perception to the public. SCP-4223-2 is regarded as an extremely unlikely but theoretically possible and poorly understood natural phenomenon. This has been accepted into consensus reality, with little research being conducted into the mechanism of SCP-4223-2. Foundation embeds in major universities, research groups and PepsiCo are to discourage serious scientific inquiry into SCP-4223-2. SCP-4223-1 has been explained as the recipe to SCP-4223-A being hard to reverse-engineer, as a result of the unusual origin. A cover story detailing the likely existence of an unidentified key ingredient has been disseminated and accepted into consensus reality. Description: SCP-4223 is a pair of anomalous phenomena affecting the production of SCP-4223-A. By itself, SCP-4223-A has been determined to be nonanomalous. SCP-4223-A is a carbonized soft drink with an aquamarine color and a tropical lime flavor, with the designation of SCP-4223-A covering a wide variety of slight deviations. The most common variant of SCP-4223-A is commercially sold and marketed as Mountain DewTM Baja Blast by PepsiCo. SCP-4223-1 is a global phenomenon inhibiting the artificial synthesis of SCP-4223-A. Despite the ability of recipes to produce SCP-4223-A in regions not affected by SCP-4223-1,1 such recipes will produce SCP-4223-B in the presence of SCP-4223-1. SCP-4223-B is an uncarbonated liquid which has a taste exclusively described as "battery acid". No other descriptors have ever been applied to SCP-4223-B, and it is believed to be a low-grade cognitohazard. As a result of SCP-4223-1, imitations of SCP-4223-A cannot be produced, as they generally fall under the small range of variations included in the SCP-4223-A designation. As such, SCP-4223-A is marketed as a unique and rare novelty product and is typically regarded as a high-end soft drink. SCP-4223-2 is a local phenomenon affecting Hartman Geyser, located in Baja California, Mexico. The surrounding area of Hartman Geyser is composed of non-anomalous silicates and calcium compounds, as well as several cationic metallic particles, which hold their charge despite being grounded; these particles partially act as a catalyst for SCP-4223-2. Natural processes in and around Hartman Geyser result in the production of SCP-4223-A in the well of the Hartman Geyser. Once per year, typically in late August, the Hartman Geyser will erupt, as a result of the accumulated pressure.2 This eruption is then bottled by PepsiCo and distributed commercially. Addendum 4223.1: History and Cultural Significance of SCP-4223-A SCP-4223-2 is believed to have been created in the aftermath of the 001-Apotheosis Event, in which SCP-001 was partially assembled near La Paz, Mexico in late 1942. During this event, side-effects of the primary anomaly created SCP-4223, most likely unintentionally. SCP-4223-1 is believed to have always existed. SCP-4223-2 was discovered in 1954 by two American civilians, Barney and Ally Hartman, and quickly purchased from the local landowner, who was unaware of the anomaly. The Hartman brothers named the Hartman Geyser after themselves and began limited bottling operations. During the course of their attempts to recreate SCP-4223-A outside of SCP-4223-2, they discovered the formula for baseline Mountain Dew. PepsiCo purchased the rights to both SCP-4223-2 and Mountain Dew in 1964 and began to distribute the beverage nationally. Ordinary variants of Mountain Dew were easily replicable and thus sold as a general product to stores and restaurants. However, the supply of SCP-4223-A was limited as a result of the source. In order to capitalize on their limited supply of SCP-4223-A and sell the product, SCP-4223-A was marketed as a luxury product, with the origin of SCP-4223-2 being used in the marketing. This marketing campaign was successful, and the demand for the product was kept higher than the limited supply. In 1965, Foundation agents investigated the origins of SCP-4223-A and SCP-4223-2. This investigation concluded that, while unlikely, SCP-4223 could have occurred under baseline conditions, and there was not strong evidence of anomalous phenomena. This conclusion has been overturned following a later investigation with better equipment. Addendum 4223.2: Discovery of Anomalous Nature The initial indication of SCP-4223 was recovered during a 2019 meeting between the Department of Extra-Universal Affairs of baseline reality and an equivalent from A-173-α. An excerpt from this meeting follows below: [EXTRANEOUS DATA EXPUNGED] Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): I'm going to go get something to drink, we can continue the religious symbol trading when I get back. Want anything? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): What do you have? Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): Oh, the usual. Beer, wine, Baja Blast, water, tea, whatever you want. Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Baja Blast? Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): Good choice, that was what I was just about to get myself. Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): No, is that fancy in this universe? Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): Oh, yeah, it is. It isn't in yours? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Nope, just a low-end soda. Pretty bad rep, even. I'll take one though, it could always hit the spot. Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β) briefly leaves and returns with two glasses filled with SCP-4223-A, and places one in front of Trevor Bailey (A-173-α). Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Hmm, tastes the same. Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): So is it just a minor novelty in your dimension? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): I suppose. It's really only sold in Taco Bells, I guess it's exclusive there? Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): Hmm. Just seems a bit weird given where it comes from. Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Huh? Where does it come from here? Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): It wells up in a geyser in South America and then explodes in the Baja Blast once a year, right? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): That is 100% anomalous. Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): … Shit. Following this exchange, a new investigation was launched into the nature of SCP-4223. With the usage of Kant Counters, which had not been in widespread usage in 1965, it was determined that local reality surrounding SCP-4223-2 was significantly weaker than the baseline. Similarities were also noted between SCP-4223 and SCP-2217. As such, it was concluded that SCP-4223 was anomalous. Additionally, O5-6 issued the following statement: It has come to my attention that Hartman Geyser may be anomalous. If so, it is likely the result of a separate classified anomaly that was active in late 1942. Full information has been given to the SCP-4223 HMCL Supervisor. Addendum 4223.3: Religious Significance of SCP-4223-A Further analysis of the cultural significance of SCP-4223-A has indicated one prominent connection to a known anomalous group - specifically, the Church of the Broken God. Several notable ancient Mekhanists make reference to a drink with similar attributes to SCP-4223-A, describing it as the chosen drink of Mekhane and equivalent to the nectar of the Olympian Gods. The relevance of Mekhane having a preferred drink is never explained. It is currently unknown how SCP-4223-A was produced during the ancient Mekhanist period, but it is believed that another instance of SCP-4223-2 existed during that time period. This instance was likely destroyed but might be SCP-2217. Modern-day Mekhanist groups are divided on the interpretation of SCP-4223-A. While GoI-004C ("Church of Maxwellism") has adopted SCP-4223-A as a sacred beverage, GoI-004B ("Cogwork Orthodox Church") has entirely rejected SCP-4223-A, claiming that the relevant scripture is noncanonical. GoI-004A ("The Broken Church") remains divided on the issue, being a point of debate in the Church. An excerpt from the Homeric Hymn to Mekhane3 regarding SCP-4223-A follows below: … They rushed to the opened halls of Mekhane, goddess descended from Olympus4. The banquet tables, having been opened lay with bountiful food, the nectar and ambrosia of the heavens. The celebrants sipped the nectar, that sweet liquid with the color of seawater and strange taste from Indian5 lands. It rises with the will of Mekhane, delighting the mouth with its strange and unknown textures. … Addendum 4223.4: O5-Council Deliberations The O5 Council, as part of their regular meetings, discussed containment of SCP-4223 and proper management of the anomaly. Redactions have been made to the following transcript that relate to the containment of other anomalies, in order to preserve proper containment. For unredacted transcripts, contact the acting RAISA supervisor. O5-4: Baja Blast is anomalous? The luxury, high end soda? O5-2: As trivial as the matter seems, it is indeed an anomaly, and an unavoidable one, it seems. O5-6: Containment is difficult, to say the least. Baja Blast has become a well-integrated piece of normalcy. We could shut down PepsiCo and remove all Baja Blast from circulation, but that would inevitably raise questions. O5-11: But allowing an anomaly to remain in common circulation is untenable. We cannot allow this system to remain. Simply put, we have to do something about this. O5-7: Let me remind the Council that the continued existence of Pepsi is vital to the containment of both SCP-████ and SCP-████, and is mandated by the procedures of both. O5-1: And a containment breach of the first would be rather unfortunate, to say the least. The second not so much. O5-8: That's putting aside the gravity of destroying a Fortune 500 company for something that is nonanomalous by itself. Getting rid of Pepsi might not even do anything - the rights to Mountain Dew could be sold off in their closure. O5-3: Have we considered using the Ennui Protocol to contain this anomaly? O5-8: Yes, but it won't be feasible. Ennui is only effective in containing conceptual anomalies, or convincing the public that an anomaly is not anomalous. The public already believes it is not. O5-13: That gives me an idea. We allow it to go uncontained for the time being. But the next time we turn 2000 on and restart society, we can contain it then. There are several anomalies in containment that were once considered to be a part of normalcy, before other resets. It's what we currently plan to do concerning the Gulf of Mexico. O5-1: It's worked well in the past. O5-6: Simple enough. How long is the list of anomalies we'll need to contain following the next reboot, in any case? O5-10: It is currently three hundred and fifty one items long. O5-13: Most of it minor, correct? O5-10: Less than ideal. O5-1: Let's put it to a vote. Show of hands? Shuffling. O5-1: Motion passes. Anomaly will go uncontained until the next activation of the Ganymede Protocol. Following these deliberations, the current Containment Procedures for SCP-4223 were implemented, and it was assigned the esoteric Archon Object Class, as proper containment is theoretically possible, but would likely have adverse effects on consensus reality. Addendum 4223.5: Parallel Extra-Universal Anomaly During a follow-up meeting by the Department of Extra-Universal Affairs to the meeting detailed in Addendum 4223.2, the existence of another phenomenon highly similar to SCP-4223 in Reality M-121948-δ was discovered. An excerpt from this meeting follows below: [EXTRANEOUS DATA EXPUNGED] Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ): I'm going to go get something to drink, we can continue the religious symbol trading when I get back. Want anything? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): That'd be great, thank you. Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): What do you have? Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ): Oh, the usual. Beer, wine, Mountain Dew, water, tea, whatever you want. Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): Mountain Dew? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Oh god, not again. Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ): Good choice, that was what I was just about to get myself. Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): No, is that fancy in this universe? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): The Pataphysicists were wrong! God isn't a horror writer, he's a hack! stormbreath (scp-wiki): Guilty as charged. Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ): Oh, yeah, it is. It isn't in yours? Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): Nope, just a low-end soda. Pretty bad rep, even. I'll take one though, it could always hit the spot. Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Get me one too. Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ) briefly leaves and returns with three glasses filled with Mountain Dew, and places one in front of Trevor Bailey (A-173-α) and Trevor Bailey (Β-2004-β). Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): Hmm, tastes the same. Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Same as my dimension too. Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ): So is it just a minor novelty in your dimension? Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): I suppose. It's really only sold in Taco Bells, I guess it's exclusive there? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): The difference between normal Dew and Blast in your dimension makes no sense. Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ): Hmm. Just seems a bit weird given where it comes from. Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): Huh? Where does it come from here? Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Oh, here's the stinger, how stupid is it going to be? Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ): It accumulates on the grasses of a few mountains in Siberia during the morning, right? Trevor Bailey (B-2004-β): That is 100% anomalous. Trevor Bailey (A-173-α): Laughing. Trevor Bailey (M-121948-δ): … Shit. In Reality M-121948-δ, Mountain Dew is formed as the natural accumulation of liquids on small plants on a few mountains in Siberia, in territory associated with the Daevite Empire. Mountain Dew was not harvested in large amounts until 1954 when the Hartman brothers discovered the anomaly and began bottling it. Other Mountain Dew varieties6 were created as an attempt to replicate the liquid. Information from the M-121948-δ copy of SCP-140 indicated that this phenomenon was known to the Daevite Empire, and was regarded as culturally relevant, similar to the Mekhanist view of SCP-4223-A. The Department of Extra-Universal Affairs is currently contacting its equivalents in an attempt to discover more parallel anomalies and is distributing copies of this file to its equivalents in order to potentially find an explanation for these similarities. Backlinks: twistedgears-kaktus-proposal, SCP-2000 Footnotes 1. Areas not affected by SCP-4223-1 include off-world locations (such as Lunar Area-32) or extradimensional locations (such as Site-64). 2. This event is colloquially referred to as "The Baja Blast." 3. An anonymous poem regarding Mekhane, suppressed to conceal the existence of GOI-004. Homeric refers to dialect and meter, rather than author. 4. Syncretism of Mekhane and traditional Greek pantheon, refers to increased presence of Mekhane on Earth compared to pantheon. 5. Likely refers to Southeast Asia in general rather than modern India. India would have been the closest region to actual origin of limes known to the Ancient Greeks. 6. Including Baja Blast ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4223" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4223. 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-4224 | thaumiel | SCP-4224: History Will Be Kind To Me 「In The Air Tonight」 Image Sources: 1) SCP_Trans.png by The Great Hippo, CC-BY-SA 3.0 2) Cantley Sugarbeet factory at Night by Ashley Dace, CC-BY-SA 2.0 3) Polmone d'acciaio (Alvis Motor Company) by Luca Borghi, CC-BY-SA 3.0 Acknowledgements: Uncle Nicolini, for critique. IndigoElks, for critique. Gekkoguy, for critique. incidental_cabbage, for encouragement and critique. WrongJohnSilver, for critique and pointing out some errors. magnadeus does not match any existing user name, for critique. MrBazzle, for critique Vivax, for in-depth critique and major help with the ending and consistency of the article. MrPines, for the hover code CSS. Rounderhouse, for making the CSS theme. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Open File Close File Item #: SCP-4224 Threat Level: White/Red ◎ 5/4224 CLASSIFIED Site-97 during Ennui protocol activation. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4224 is permanently located within a specialized containment cell within Site-97. SCP-4224 is to remain within its life support system permanently, and electricity is to be continuously supplied to the cell. A backup generator is also installed and automatically activated in the event of main power failure. Medical staff must constantly monitor SCP-4224's homeostatic status; any deviation from nominal levels must be immediately corrected. Secreted Substance RJ-O1 "ROYAL JELLY" is collected in a secure vessel exterior to SCP-4224's chamber. This vessel, and by extension all SCP-4224 products, are considered Class-V extreme biological hazards. 255 instances of SCP-4224-1 are to be contained within a panopticon1 located at Site-97. The cells are to be equipped with basic living facilities alongside an additional gas inlet, waste, and outlet pipes, as well as a wall-mounted monitor. Interactions with SCP-4224-1 instances are to be minimized, and guards must regularly be checked for DR-O1 "DRONE" infection. Upon expiry of SCP-4224, an SCP-4224-1 instance is to be promoted to SCP-4224 status. Upon expiry of SCP-4224-1 instances, a random selection of D-Class without any notable characteristics, history or experience are to be exposed to DR-O1 followed immediately by RJ-O1 and contained as an SCP-4224-1 instance. SCP-4224-1 instances are to be conditioned to release Substance DR-O1 upon visual stimulation, while SCP-4224 is to be conditioned to release Substance RJ-O1 upon visual stimulation. In accordance with the Ennui Protocol Directive, the majority of Site-97's functions are controlled by a remote terminal, accessible only to the O5 Council. SCP-4224's life support system (hover to enlarge) Description: SCP-4224 is a Russian female approximately 90 years old, named "Natalya Ignatova" prior to Foundation classification. Due to the deteriorating health of SCP-4224, it must be attached to a bespoke Foundation-created life support system. SCP-4224 produces two products at will, designated RJ-O1 and DR-O1. These substances are detailed below. RJ-O1 "ROYAL JELLY" Characteristics: Viscous, translucent liquid at room temperature. Visually resembles honey. Containment: Contained in a chilled (5 oC) Class-V biological hazard liquid tank. Effects: Once RJ-O1 enters the digestive system in volumes greater than 500 mg, the individual is granted immunity to subsequent DR-O1 exposure. The individual's morphology changes to accommodate the generation of RJ-O1 and DR-O1 substances unique to the individual, allowing them to create these substances at will. Infectees are designated SCP-4224-1. Application: Due to the unfamiliarity of secreting RJ-O1 and DR-O1 substances, individuals must be applied DR-O1 prior to RJ-O1 application. RJ-O1 may be administered orally or through injection. DR-O1 "DRONE" Characteristics: Airborne viral pathogen. Invisible to the naked eye. Containment: Contained in a body-temperature (37 oC) Class-V biological hazard aerosol tank or storage vat. Effects: Infection causes only behavioural symptoms, detailed below. When infected, the pathogen causes massive neural remodelling to the host's brain. This process takes approximately two weeks to complete and is highly energy intensive, requiring a caloric intake of 5000 kcal/day to sustain. After infection of DR-O1, the process is irreversible. After initial infection, the disease begins the transformation in the prefrontal cortex and progresses posteriorly. Meaning that personality is affected first, before affecting other areas such as facial recognition, memory, language, reading, etc. After the process is complete the individual's connectome will mirror that of the individual that synthesized the DR-O1 substance, creating a neurologically identical copy. Infected individuals act autonomously, but identify as the parent except in cases where infiltration is required, such as assuming a position of authority. Application: For DR-O1 harvested before Ennui activation, an oral-nasal mask is attached to a DR-O1 tank and opened for 3 seconds once secured over the patient. Aseptic techniques must be followed when working with pre-Ennui DR-O1. DR-O1 harvested post-Ennui activation may be used freely. Note: The following addenda are out-of-date, and saved for purely archival reasons. Addendum 4224-A: Heather Everwood's Video Logs Heather Everwood's Video Log #1 <Begin Video> Camera is stationary and pointed directly at SCP-4224, who is pacing within its cell. Researcher Everwood and Selks enter the frame, equipped with oral-nasal masks and air tanks and carrying chairs. Selks and Everwood seat themselves before SCP-4224's containment cell, facing away from the camera. Everwood: Good evening, SCP-4224. 4224: (to Selks) Another one so soon? Shame, the old assistant started to grow on me. Selks: (to Everwood) You sure you want to take the lead? Everwood: (to Selks) What do you mean? Selks: Well, if you're uncomfortable taking the reigns, just let me know. Alright? Everwood: Sure thing. (to 4224) We would like to ask you some questions, if that's fine with you? 4224: Do I really have a choice? Everwood: Of course you have a choice. We could come back tomorrow if now's a bad t- Researcher Selks places a hand on Everwood's shoulder and shakes his head slightly. Selks: Sorry, my colleague here's new to how we handle up-close interaction. What she means to say is that we can't force you to co-operate, per se, but we can reprimand you. 4224: (pause) Ask away. Selks gestures to Everwood to continue Everwood: Uh, so, (pause) when did you first come into possession of your anomalous traits? 4224: It was a long time ago. Back when I was in my mid-teens. I discovered a beehive in my garden shed. When I was little I loved fuzzy animals, and I managed to pester my mother to keep the hive in there. Funny thing is, because I had to move my bike out of the shed, it got stolen! All for those little bumbling creatures… Selks: Is this tangent necessary? 4224: Well, I remembered that the hive nearly died the previous winter, and I doubted it would survive another. I was concerned, so I waited until the temperature was low so that the bees would be pacified. When I peered into the hive and saw thousands upon thousands of dead bees, piled atop each other. A pile of cold, fuzzy bodies. I ran back into the house and cried in front of the fire. Those bees were the closest thing to a pet I'd had to that point. Researcher Selks leans back in his chair and folds his arms. Everwood leans forward slightly. 4224: My mother sat by my side. I explained to her what had happened. I don't think she understood, but she went straight to the beehive. She returned shortly with her hands clasped around something. Selks: Is this relevant to the question at hand? 4224: (pause) Maybe if you listen a little longer, you'll find out? Researcher Selks scoffs and looks to Everwood, who does not reciprocate. 4224: So my mother sits beside me and holds up an empty jam jar. Well, not exactly empty. "Natalya," she said, "do you know why the bees were like that?" I said I didn't. "They died for her." she said, raising up a single bee, frostbitten, shivering, but still alive. SCP-4224 sighs 4224: I woke up the next morning and checked on the bee. It was gone, but it left behind some honey for us. We ate that honey with some toast, and I'd be lying to say it wasn't the sweetest honey we'd ever eaten. Ever since then, I've been able to do what I do. Researcher Selks runs his hands through his hair and sighs. Selks: What a long-winded explanation. 4224: (laughing) Sorry if I wasted your time. I don't get to talk to people very much. Researcher Selks prompts Everwood to continue, who simply shrugs in response Selks: This interview is over. We'll be back tomorrow, 4224, and I expect a more direct response. Researcher Everwood turns off the camera. Video feed cuts to a shaky shot of Researcher Selks by a coffee machine Selks: What are you doing, Everwood? Everwood: A post-script. Might as well keep the logs in the same format, you know? Selks: Whatever, you're the one who's going to have to write up the transcript. Everwood: You said you'd do that! Selks: No, Everwood. I said I'd do the video recordings, but you were adamant you do those as well. I even complimented you on your independence. Everwood: I don't reca- Selks: (interrupting) Anyway, you did alright in the interview. It's not the way I would've done it, but it was a decent job. The major issue, though, is that you didn't pressure her on her story. You just let that bullshit slide? Everwood: What do you mean? Selks: Her story was obviously just made up. A bee can't produce that much honey, especially overnight. Queens don't produce honey at all. There's too many contradictions with reality. Everwood: Couldn't the bees be anomalous? Selks: Are you just going to believe her blindly? That's a naïve approach, Everwood. A more likely explanation is she's just trying to play with us. Everwood: I'm sure we can pick her up on it in future interviews. Researcher Selks shakes his head, and places a hand on Everwood's shoulder. Selks: On the whole, you did great. Especially for a first attempt. I'm sure you're going to be a valuable asset in the future. <End Video> Heather Everwood's Video Log #5 <Begin Video> Camera is placed in the same position as the first interview. Two empty chairs are placed before SCP-4224's containment chamber, and Everwood can be heard off-screen. After a brief adjustment of the camera's settings, Everwood alone sits before SCP-4224. Everwood: Good evening, SCP-4224. I'm here to ask you some questions. 4224: Sure, go ahead. Everwood: On the group organisation of those under the influence of "Delta-Romeo: Option-One 'DRONE'": we're aware that your drones act autonomously, but we were wondering how the social interaction between multiple versions of yourself would play out. 4224: (brief pause) Where's that other guy? Everwood: You mean Selks? He's off work today. 4224: So you're an intern or something, right? Everwood: Well, no. I work under him, but it's not really the same thing. 4224: Don't worry about it, Miss…? Everwood: Everwood. Doctor Everwood. 4224: Well, Doctor Everwood, I hope you last longer than the last few he's had. Everwood: Is that a threat? 4224: (laughing) No, no. I haven't infected anyone since my twenties. I don't really know why they go, but nobody lasts more than a few months under him. Everwood: And you think Selks is the reason they leave? 4224: He's the common thread. Besides, I've seen nice people get stepped all over before. Both parties remain silent for a few moments. SCP-4224 sighs. 4224: They accept it, by the way. The drones, that is. They might rebel at first, depending on the circumstances, but they accept it eventually. In the end, it's just how benevolent your overlords are, isn't it? Everwood: Are you trying to say that Selks is more powerful than me? That's why he walks all over me? 4224: Not really. I have power, Miss Everwood, and I could've made everyone clones of myself. It wouldn't have taken more than a few months. But I didn't. Why do you think I did that? Everwood: Because it's unethical? 4224: Kind of. I'd be the worst tyrant in history. I'd literally be controlling thought, in a way. Putting me in charge would only make things worse. Everwood: What does this have to do with me? 4224: You can use what power you have, or you can bury it. I buried it, and look where I ended up. Those that use power will always subjugate those that don't. Everwood: (pause) Are you saying you think you should've infected everyone? 4224: Maybe. (pause) I haven't figured that out yet, but I know I wouldn't be in where I am today. Ask yourself if you're happy. If you're not, be thankful you still have the chance to change it. Video feed cuts to a still frame of Everwood in a well-lit room. Everwood does not look at the camera, but instead to an object to the bottom-left, off-screen. Everwood: This is the post-script I guess. Interview was mostly uneventful, but I think we got some insight into SCP-4224's thought process. She seems to have taken a liking to me, for some reason. Everwood remains silent for a few moments. Everwood: She said something about being unhappy because of her actions. I think she regrets being submissive all of her life, never making her mark on the world, even when she knew she could. Everwood sighs. Everwood: I might just be projecting on her, though. <End Video> Heather Everwood's Video Log #27 <Begin Video> Researcher Everwood places the camera before herself. Doctor Selks, SCP-4224 and some life support systems are in frame, alongside SCP-4224's vital monitors. SCP-4224 is unconscious. Everwood: Sedatives have taken effect. Proceeding with the physical checkup. Selks: Be careful in there. Drone pathogens may likely be in the air. Everwood: Understood. Researcher Everwood unlatches SCP-4224's life support system and pries it open. She then begins checking SCP-4224's muscles for atrophy. Everwood: Since "Video Log number 25" SCP-4224's Parkinson's has progressed to the point where her muscles are much stiffer and inflexible than before. While the medication has slowed it down, I doubt she'll last much longer. (pause) It's really a miracle that she's still able to communicate clearly. Researcher Selks looks at Everwood for a moment before returning to the medical equipment. Selks: It doesn't say anything about Parkinson's on SCP-4224's file. Researcher Everwood gives Selks a quizzical look. Everwood: It should. I added an addendum detailing its progression over the last couple months. The tremors started off small, but grew exponentially as time went on. Selks: There's no mention of this on the file. (passing a datapad to Everwood) Here, take a look for yourself. Everwood's eyes widen and her brow furrows. Everwood: But… it was right there. I could've sworn it was. <End Video> Addendum 4224-B: Heather Everwood's Research Request Research Request By Researcher Heather Everwood, Level 3 Request: To formally diagnose Parkinson's disease within SCP-4224. Reason: From my observations of SCP-4224, it can't be denied that the signs of Parkinson's disease are obvious. However, site staff have neglected to formally diagnose the disease. The diagnosis is vital information not only to make informed decisions on what medication to give to SCP-4224, but also to understand the nature of DR-O1 "Drone". For example, Parkinson's is a disease which affects the brain. Since DR-O1 copies the host's neural structure, one would expect to also see Parkinson's within the DR-O1 infectees. This is not the case; DR-O1 infectees show no signs of Parkinson's disease. DENIED - SCP-4224 Lead Researcher, Frank Selks I've denied this on principle. I've said time and time again: Don't make requests on the official documentation. It's messy, undemocratic, and a pain in the ass. If you have any more research requests, file them to my desk. OVERRULED - O5-7 Results: SCP-4224 is Parkinson's disease positive. While DR-O1 infectees show no signs of Parkinson's, the areas where the Parkinson's disease is located in SCP-4224 are very different between subjects. In fact, it appears that DR-O1 only writes over brain matter, and ignores damaged sections. The implications of these results are still being discussed. Comments: This research will likely provide great insight into the inner workings of the Drone pathogen. I'm honestly surprised that Researcher Selks didn't proceed with the diagnosis sooner. — O5-7 Everwood ever-so-slightly beat me to the punch on publication. I was tracking the intensity of the tremors over the last few months to be certain of the diagnosis, but that unnecessary attention to detail seems to be something that I struggle with. — Frank Selks Note: The following addenda are up-to-date. Addendum 4224-C: NOTICE FROM THE OVERSEER COUNCIL NOTICE FROM THE OVERSEER COUNCIL Effective immediately, SCP-4224 has been reclassified from Keter to Thaumiel. SCP-4224's threat level has been added to and is now dual red-white, rather than just red. This update has been due to recent discoveries regarding the nature of SCP-4224. Staff are reminded that SCP-4224 is not neutralized and should not be considered as such. SCP-4224 should still be considered a Keter-Class SCP and is still to be respected. SCP-4224 is still capable of causing an IK-Class "end-of-individuality" scenario if it breaches containment. In addition, all staff are to be informed of the newly developed Ennui Protocol. The nature of this protocol is top secret, but the attached procedures are to be carried out once activated. - O5-7 Ennui Protocol Directive Upon activation of the Ennui Protocol, all contained SCP-4224-1 instances are relaxed with a sedative gas and Class-F amnestics. This induces a vegetative state where the SCP-4224-1 entities are rendered suggestible blank slates, where they may be influenced according to O5 Command using the monitors within each cell. Once completed, the waste gas is siphoned from the room via the waste gas pipe and neurodegenerative cognitohazards displayed on the monitors, causing complete, irreversible loss of all brain function, with the exception of the semantic memory in all SCP-4224-1 individuals. Substance DR-O1 is then harvested and stored within an industrial-size aerosol storage tank. After 40 days of harvest, the aerosol is released into the atmosphere via funnels camouflaged as smokestacks. Addendum 4224-D: Heather Everwood's Complaint COMPLAINT REGARDING RESEARCHER FRANK SELKS Reviewer: O5-10 <Begin Recording> O5-10: Greetings, Doctor Everwood. I hope your journey was pleasant. Everwood: As pleasant as it could be. Yourself? O5-10: Let's cut the pleasantries, if you don't mind. We're both busy people, I'm sure. Let's get to business. Everwood: Alright. O5-10: For the record, please state the nature of your complaint. Everwood: I believe Frank Selks, SCP-4224's Lead Researcher, has been taking credit for others' work, then proceeding to get their positions terminated before they have a chance to voice their side of things. O5-10: That's quite a serious infraction, Doctor Everwoods. Do you have proof? Everwood: It's come to my attention that Frank Selks, specifically, goes very quickly through Level-3 researchers, coinciding with major discoveries regarding SCP-4224. Researcher Taylor was relieved after Selks discovered that Drone only affects the neural web of the affected individual. Gomez was terminated after Selks proposed that RJ-O1 may give immunity to DR-O1's effects. O5-10: This is odd, yes, but there's no clear cause and effect relat- Everwood: (interrupting) And since I submitted the Ennui Protocol to Selks, I've seen my video log transcripts being uploaded to the main file. I'm certain he's trying to set me up. O5-10: (pause) It has been reported that these logs are… unprofessional. Everwood: Yes! Of course it's been reported. Selks reported them, didn't he? O5-10: I'm not at liberty to say. Everwood: Well, he's cherry-picked them. There are over 30 video logs, but only 3 have been uploaded, trying to highlight my worst behaviour and make it seem like I have it out for him. O5-10: (pause) It has also come to my attention that your relationship with SCP-4224 is no longer completely professional, is that correct? You've been reported violating standard protocol when dealing with sentient SCP objects. Do you reject these claims? Everwood: (pause) I don't see how this is relevant to my complaint. O5-10: I'm saying, as you've become friendly with SCP-4224, you have a vested interest in seeing Researcher Selks demoted, yes? Researcher Everwood remains silent. O5-10: While more information is required, the Internal Affairs department will look over your case. If found guilty, researcher Selks will be terminated from his position, his research will be disqualified and retroactively fitted to reflect the true individuals responsible for the discoveries made. Everwood: Thank you. O5-10: However, your actions regarding SCP-4224 cannot be ignored. Neither can the fact that your presence has made an overall positive impact in SCP-4224's mental state. Normally, the ruling would range from demotion to termination of contract. I'm of the opinion that breaking the relationship you've forged with SCP-4224 would be a shame. O5-10 sighs. O5-10: Henceforth, your clearance has been demoted to 0-GENERAL with special 4/4224 clearance. You are no longer permitted to work with SCP objects, staff or Foundation Sites not relevant to SCP-4224. You may appeal after one year. Is that understood? Everwood: Yes. Thank you. <End Recording> Addendum 4224-E: Heather Everwood's Overseer Review Heather Everwood's Overseer Review Two weeks after being reprimanded due to unusual behaviour regarding an SCP object, Heather Everwood has repeatedly breached protocol resulting in violations of safety protocol, gross misconduct and negligence. The circumstances of SCP-4224's death is unknown as Heather Everwood fails to comment on the matter. Heather Everwood was discovered the morning following SCP-4224's death inside their containment chamber, sat beside SCP-4224's life-support system. Dinner plates, breadcrumbs and playing cards were found on the chamber's floor. A new SCP-4224 has been promoted. The caveat for Everwood's employment at the Foundation was dependent on the relationship between herself and SCP-4224. While it must be a heartbreaking time for Everwood, her employment contract must be terminated. I'll see her off in person. She deserves that, at least. — O5-10 Footnotes 1. Due to infection hazards, a regular prison risks too many personnel. A panoptical setup risks a minimal amount of guards without compromising security. O5 Clearance Confirmed… Launch Remote Terminal? yes no |
SCP-4225 | safe | Wow! You've just found yourself your very own Amazing Alliterative Animal, a brand new series of Fantastic Friends and Perfect Pets brought to you by Dr. Wondertainment! by Kothardarastrix Item#: 4225 Level2 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4225 is to be kept in a standard reptile terrarrium at Site-66 and supplied with food, water, and veterinary care appropriate for a typical nonvenomous snake of its size. Only researchers whose first or last names start with "S" should interact with SCP-4225, so that transcription is possible. All of SCP-4225's shed skins are to be stored separately in a standard Safe-class locker. These skins may be accessed for study upon request. Description: SCP-4225 is a non-venomous snake of an unidentified species. It is 1.1 meters in length, with alternating 3-centimeter bands of scarlet and silver coloration along its entire body. The only exception to this pattern is a line of black text along its spine, reading “Sammy the Superfluous Serpent, by Sr. Supertainment”. When SCP-4225 sheds its skin, this same text is repeated on the new layer. SCP-4225 is capable of human speech, and possesses a level of intelligence roughly equivalent to that of a young child. SCP-4225 is a mild cognitohazard. Any speech directed at SCP-4225 (through any medium) must consist primarily of words beginning with the letter "s". Articles, some prepositions, and other short words (but no nouns) are exempt from this effect, as are numbers. Aside from these exceptions, any spoken word not beginning with the letter "s" will be silenced. SCP-4225 is also unable to deviate from this speech pattern, possibly because it is not immune to its own effect. Text is unaffected by the cognitohazard, but is not a viable form of communication with SCP-4225 due to its illiteracy. Attempts to teach it to read and write have thus far been unsuccessful. Addendum 4225-A: SCP-4225 was first contained when Foundation agents responded to reports of a talking snake at a pet store in █████, Washington. The owner of the pet store claimed to have no memory of the object's arrival. The owner and ██ civilians were given Class B amnestics, and SCP-4225 was contained without further incident. Interview 4225-1: <Begin Log> Dr. Sara Kothari: Salutations, Scip-42251. SCP-4225: Salutations, Sara! Dr. Kothari: State the source of your supernatural situation? SCP-4225: Sure! Señor Supertainment supplied me with such stuff. Dr. Kothari: Surely? SCP-4225: Certainly2. Dr. Kothari: Share the story? SCP-4225: See, Señor Supertainment shaped Sammy so that students studying speech should share 'standing3 of spelling. Also, Sammy is super silly! Dr. Kothari: I see. Is Sammy the sole superfluous snake by Señor Supertainment? SCP-4225: Sort of. See… [SCP-4225 coughs up a crumpled piece of paper. See Document 4225-a, below.] [Dr. Kothari attempts to say "thank you" but is silenced by SCP-4225's effect]. SCP-4225: Sorry. Dr. Kothari: 'sokay. <End Log> Addendum 4225-1: + show Document 4225-a - hide Document 4225-a Document 4225-a: Wow! You've just found yourself your very own Amazing Alliterative Animal, a brand new series of Fantastic Friends and Perfect Pets brought to you by Dr. Wondertainment! Find them all and complete the Zany Zoo! 01. Antonio the Artistic Aye-Aye 02. Buffalo the Buffalo Buffalo 03. Carlos the Cool Capybara 04. Dennis the Dirigible Dugong 05. Einstein the Enlightened Echinoderm 06. Ferdinand the Fancy Fish 07. Gwenda the Glamorous Gibbon 08. Hubert the Hilarious Humuhumunukunukuapuaʻa 09. Ignacio the Incredible Iguana 10. Jerome the Jolly Jellyfish 11. Kristen the Kindly Kinkajou 12. Liv the Literate Loris 13. Melanie the Manly Moose 14. Napoleon the Neat Newt 15. Octavian the Outstanding Owl 16. Percival the Preposterous Pangolin45 17. Quincy the Quite Quaint Quagga 18. robert the rich rodent 19. Sammy the Superfluous Serpent ✔ 20. Tyrone the Totally Tubular Tamandua 21. Ursula the Unknown Uguisu 22. Vivian the Violett Viper (discontinued) 23. Wilhelm the Wise Whelk 24. [DATA X-SPONGED] 25. Yancy the Yeatsian Yak Addendum 4225-2: Efforts to locate the other "Amazing Alliterative Animals" are ongoing. Footnotes 1. While usage of "scip" and similar colloquialisms in official documentation is discouraged, it is permitted in the case of SCP-4225 for ease of communication. 2. Words beginning with the soft "c" sound are not silenced by SCP-4225's effect. Further testing has shown that any language construct representing the sound made by the English "s" is likewise exempt. 3. Abbreviating words to bring them in line with the restrictions of SCP-4225's effects is only effective about 30% of the time. 4. Object is not believed to exist, as everyone knows there is no such thing as a pangolin. 5. This statement has been flagged for potential antimemetic corruption. |
SCP-4226 | thaumiel | Item #: SCP-4226 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4226 must remain in an enclosure with a minimum floor area of 5m2; one which both accommodates its physical dimensions and provides enough marginal space for the full and rapid deployment of MTF Eta-20 (“Blind Ingestion”). A lockable entrance such as a door or hatch is ideal for testing, but is not otherwise necessary is vital for the effective use of the artifact. Researchers must be relieved of all items which could fracture the object before entering the enclosure for testing are hereby barred from further interaction with the artifact, except in the extenuating circumstances specified in the Addendum. Description: SCP-4226, save for its atypical water outlet, is indiscernible from other bathroom sinks commonly found in British university accommodation. It is comprised of a tiled wall with a small adhesive label that reads “Caution: Very Hot Water”, an eye-level square mirror, an enamelled cast-iron basin, a red valve wheel attached to a titanium spigot, and assorted plumbing which ends abruptly at the wall. From the spigot, there is a consistent, unceasing drip of tepid water. Extensive measurement aided by laser imaging showed that the time between each drip is exactly 2 seconds.1 The path of each droplet evidences their operation outside of normal gravitational laws. Despite only travelling around 20 centimetres, a droplet will fall slowly and uniformly, taking 2 seconds to reach the surface of the basin before the spigot drips again. This anomaly was responsible for the Foundation’s removal of the entity from the University of ██████ in the United Kingdom. The Foundation has conducted a series of tests using D-Class personnel. The experimentation, led by Researcher Castell, proceeded as follows: + DClass_Test_01_OPEN - DClass_Test_01_CLOSE At gunpoint, D-████ is instructed to turn the valve attached to SCP-4226.2 The subject is unable to turn it in either direction. Failure continues for 1 minute and 38 seconds before the subject lashes out at the armed personnel present and is summarily terminated. This behaviour is not thought to have been induced by the object itself. Measures to select more docile D-Class will be taken.3 Immediately following these events, Researcher Castell himself attempts the experiment to the protestation of his colleagues; first with the aid of an exoskeletal cybernetic arm, then with other purpose-built machinery. After repeated failures, the potential risk of damaging the artifact is deemed too great to continue with such methods. [DATA FOR TESTS 02-05 EXPUNGED] + DClass_Test_06_OPEN - DClass_Test_06_CLOSE D-11924 is instructed to interrupt the path of a single droplet. Nothing significant occurs. The subject is mildly dazed. The subject is instructed to interrupt the path of 60 droplets; to cup their hands and retain the water without allowing it to reach the surface of the basin. Immediately after the subject catches the first droplet, they step backward from SCP-4226 with anomalous velocity and vocalise an intense pain response.4 A significant amount of water falls from the subject’s hands. When asked why they ceased the experiment after only one drop, the subject is visibly confused. The subject relates that they could only catch around 50 droplets before the temperature of the water increased to an unmanageable level. The palms of the subject are severely scalded. [DATA FOR TESTS 07-13 EXPUNGED] + DClass_Test_14_OPEN - DClass_Test_14_CLOSE During transferral, D-12009 is non-compliant and tells Researchers that they have already taken part in the experiment. The experiment has not been revealed or explained to the subject at this point. No instructions have been given. Researcher Castell asks the subject to clarify. The subject insists that they have completed the experiment “at least 15 times” and “can’t stand the pain”. Researcher Castell asks the subject what the experiment is. The subject relates that they have been repeatedly instructed to interrupt the path of the droplets produced by SCP-4226, a constantly dripping sink, by ingesting 200 of them. This matches the planned experiment. Researcher Lark considers possible classification of D-12009 as an SCP object due to this precognition. Researcher Castell instead suggests that SCP-4226 is responsible for the anomaly. The subject is administered an amnestic and placed back into detainment. [ALL FURTHER TEST DATA EXPUNGED] Addendum: SCP-4226’s “Safe” classification has been was initially assigned due to the Foundation’s understanding of its two primary functions: 1. Temporal Halt: Any human individual who interrupts the path of a droplet with their skin will exist in a time-stasis, where all time outside of the confines of the individual’s body and the space that occupies the basin is halted as long as they are able to continuously maintain interruption.5 The steadily increasing temperature of the water far beyond normal evaporative heat and the lack of mobility caused by the necessity of skin contact prevent this particular function from being abused. 2. Temporal Regression: If the interactor with SCP-4226 interrupts the path of the droplets via ingestion, Temporal Halt will occur as expected along with its scalding effect. Once the dripping is allowed to resume, however, the interactor will experience the regressive effect: their mind will be transported, by unclear means, into the body of their past self. The temporal distance of this regression is equal to the time spent in Temporal Halt. In late 20██, Researcher Castell successfully sought out Foundation approval for SCP-4226’s re-classification to “Thaumiel” status. He argued that containment breaches could be pre-emptively halted via staff use of the object, despite its unwieldiness. The Foundation subsequently commissioned the organisation of MTF Eta-20 (“Blind Ingestion”), a Mobile Task Force formed of volunteers who have undergone drastic surgical and biomechanical modifications to their digestive tracts and nervous systems to enable them to consume extremely harmful substances, and to preserve, transform or destroy them internally. MTF Eta-20 (“Blind Ingestion”) members are able to withstand the extreme heat of the water from SCP-4226 for greatly extended durations. Any damage is erased once they experience Temporal Regression, making their deployment optimal for preventing containment breaches. + Extenuating Circumstances - Extenuating Circumstances While MTF Eta-20 (“Blind Ingestion”) is the only body of staff normally allowed to use the artifact, the Foundation has specified protocol for other personnel: Circumstance 1 – Mobile Task Force Failure: In the unlikely event that any one member of MTF Eta-20 (“Blind Ingestion”) fails to reach SCP-4226 before a containment breach event reaches critical levels (at the discretion of the Site Director), any staff member of security clearance Level 2 or above in the vicinity of the artifact is authorised to use the object for as long as possible. Circumstance 2 - Serious Damage to SCP-4226: It is unknown whether Temporal Regression will significantly alter the physical state of the object itself. However, if staff in the vicinity witness significant damage occurring or about to occur, they are authorised to attempt to reverse it. The Foundation recognises that containment breaches are not always preventable due to both unforeseen technological limitations and the stringent timeframes within which pre-emptive action is made possible. It is plausible probable that some SCP objects can resist the effects of SCP-4226 and the automatic re-containment it causes. It is imperative that these are discovered as soon as possible. Footnotes 1. The term “exactly” has been deemed appropriate due to the seemingly perfect synchronisation of SCP-4226’s dripping with The Foundation’s best atomic clocks. 2. The weapons used in this particular experiment were lethal voltage delivery platforms rather than standard projectile firearms. This was a policy implemented throughout the course of the study to reduce the possibility of damaging SCP-4226. 3. Chemical sedation of future subjects was suggested by Researcher Lark and promptly dismissed by Researcher Castell, who wished to have the subjects’ short-term recollections of their experiences be “crystal fucking clear”; though he did not specify why this was the case. 4. In a review of Test 06 footage, D-11924 appeared to move instantaneously, as though the recording equipment had skipped a significant number of frames. 5. The qualifier “human” is in place because SCP-4226’s droplets are currently untested on other animals or SCP objects. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4226" by Spinebolt, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4226. 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-4227 | keter | Lake ████. Picture was taken by Dr. Larsson. Item#: SCP-4227 Warning sign located outside the secluded area surrounding Lake █████. Translation: Forest road. Obstacles and dangers may occur. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4227 is contained at its site of discovery. Electric fence with barbed wire is to be set up in the area surrounding the lake which SCP-4227 is located in. Security cameras are set up on the fence every 30 meters and are to be monitored 24 hours a day by assigned personnel. 4 armed guards are to be stationed at the main entrance to SCP-4227 at all times. Any non-personnel exposed or having viewed SCP-4227, 1 or more SCP-4227-A instance(s) or 1 or more SCP-4227-B instance(s) are to be escorted off the premises and are then to be given Class-A amnestics. In the event that 1 or more SCP-4227-A or SCP-4227-B instance(s) breaches containment, Mobile Task Force Epsilon-11 ("Nine-Tailed Fox"), Mobile Task Force Nu-7 (Hammer Down) or Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") are to be called into recontain the anomaly/anomalies. Mobile Task Force Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") are then to be called in to attempt to repair the reality damage caused by the SCP-4227-A instance. Mobile Task Force units are authorized to terminate the SCP-4227-A instance(s) in question if recontainment is not possible, or if the instances in question have caused substantial damage to reality and/or the space-time continuum. The following is a note from MTF Nu-7 Commander ██████. 06/28/20██ The SCP-4227-A instances have limited stamina which drains real FAST if they're using their reality-bending abilities. So make sure to keep 'em occupied with something else while engaging them. For example, when a squad I led ran an instance over with an armored transport while trying to recontain it. Something crazy like that or just a lot of bullets will probably do the trick. SCP-4227-B instances are always to be terminated on sight during containment breaches due to the high chance of them repeatedly breaching containment if put back into SCP-4227. If any humanoid creature comes in contact with an SCP-4227-B instance, they are to be immediately located and terminated. After the termination, their corpse is to be burned to prevent the spread of SCP-4227-B. Photo of SCP-4227. Taken by MTF Gamma-5. Description: SCP-4227 is a vaguely circular pit, with a diameter of 100 meters at the bottom of Lake ████ located in █████, Southern Sweden. It was discovered when the police were called by residents of █████, who reported ██ children going missing by swimming to a certain point in the lake. Urban legends were spread by local town residents about a lake that contained everything anyone has ever lost. It is suspected that the children had become curious and had drowned were killed by an SCP-4227-A instance. The hume reading of SCP-4227 increases as the lake descends. This results in the water being reported to feel ‘’thick’’ or ‘’stiff’’ like molasses by exploration crews. SCP-4227 contains numerous man-made objects and lifeforms typically owned by humans. Some notable objects are: cars of various models, 1 Boeing 777-200ER airplane, sheets of paper, various pieces of clothing (mainly socks), keys of differing models and materials, typical domesticated animals such as cats, dogs and hamsters of various breeds, typically dead of drowning or starvation, and [DATA EXPUNGED]. Origins of these objects are as of yet unknown. These objects display no anomalous properties. SCP-4227 also contains an air pocket which can be entered by via a rolled over bus stuck to the wall of SCP-4227. This air pocket is of completely unknown dimensions and appears to be a cave with abnormally flat ground. Like the rest of SCP-4227, the air pocket also contains numerous non-anomalous man-owned objects. SCP-4227-A are amphibious, reality-bending humanoid entities, ranging from 160 to 210 centimeters in height and between 50 and 100 kilograms in weight. Instances have a lower body similar to that of a Delphinapterus leucas (Beluga Whale) and an oral opening similar to that of a Mitsukurina owstoni (Goblin Shark). SCP-4227-A instances have been seen ‘’opening’’ their lower body, revealing two double-jointed legs when walking on land. SCP-4227-A instances show some form of intelligence by the way they attack their prey but also display highly animalistic and instinctive behavior. SCP-4227-A instance movements through water are nearly silent, making it easy for the instance to ‘ambush’ its victim. SCP-4227-A instances lack eyes and it is hypothesized that they use echolocation to navigate, but further evidence of the specimen is needed. Victims of SCP-4227-A are normally killed by blood loss or from drowning. SCP-4227-A instances seem to be carnivorous scavengers, based on remains found in the lake. After terminating a human, SCP-4227-A instances are known to suck the air out of their lungs through its victim's oral orifices in an event dubbed “The Mermaids Kiss”. It is theorized that this is done so that human victims will sink to the ‘bottom’ of SCP-4227, it is believed that the SCP-4227-A instances do this to hide them from other SCP-4227-A instances. SCP-4227-A instances may become agitated if any creature enters SCP-4227. The reasoning behind this is unknown but is hypothesized that the SCP-4227-A instances may be territorial by nature. SCP-4227-A instances use their reality-bending properties to manipulate the flow of time relative to the space in their surroundings. This lets them slow prey down to incapacitate them, or to speed themselves up, letting the instances swim at speeds of up to ███ km/h. They have also displayed the ability to ‘’freeze’’ certain objects in time or to cause rapid aging or deterioration in them. The following is a note from Dr. John Larsson 02/21/20██ My research team and I have noticed that the instances are only able to manipulate the speed of the flow of time in their surroundings, basically meaning that they can't change the fact that the time in their surroundings goes FORWARD; consequently, they cannot rewind the time in their surroundings or stop it completely. SCP-4227-B instance during a containment breach. The photo is a screenshot from a live feed of shoulder mounted camera belonging to Agent ██████ shortly before she became an SCP-4227-B host. SCP-4227-B instances are an amphibious eel or snake-like organisms, usually between 20 and 120 centimeters in length weighing between and 2 to 15 kilograms. They are usually found in the deep and normally non-accessible areas of SCP-4227. Instances are, like SCP-4227-A instances, highly animalistic and instinctive in behavior. SCP-4227-B instances are carnivorous and may even in some cases be cannibalistic. SCP-4227-B instances reproduce asexually by biting a host and inserting hundreds of mosquito proboscis-like appendages into host tissue. This procedure is reported to be painless and often goes unnoticed. After a 5 minute incubation period, the area bitten by the SCP-4227-B instance will begin to turn red and grow into a cyst, visually similar to a very large mosquito bite. Hosts during this stage have reported an intense itch on the bite. 10 minutes after the SCP-4227-B instance has bitten the host, the cyst will rupture or burst, and as many as between ███ and ████ new SCP-4227-B instances are born from the host. It is also theorized that the "bottom" of SCP-4227 is a wormhole or "tear" in the universe, referred to as SCP-4227-1. Currently, study of this anomaly is impossible due to the hume level. SCP-4227-1 is thought to be the origins of -A and -B instances, though evidence is lacking. Addendum 4227.01: + Open Test Log Alpha - Close Test Log Test Alpha - 3/█2/█4 Subject: 1 D-Class personnel Procedure: The subject was instructed to explore the 'shallow' end of SCP-4227. Results: The subject had waded into SCP-4227 and had disappeared underneath the water. The Class-D emerged several minutes later wielding a bronze sword. When questioned about the location he found it, the subject reported a bus that had a rather large air pocket. When he entered he had found a number of objects, and decided to bring out the bronze sword. Analysis: A scheduled exploration of the air pocket is to be conducted by a researcher accompanied by a security unit. Addendum 4227.02: + Show Test Log Bravo - Close Test Log Test Bravo - █/1█/0█ Subject: 1 D-Class personnel Procedure: The D-Class personal was instructed to swim out as far and as deep into SCP-4227 as he could. Results: The subject was attacked by an entity hence known as SCP-4227-A. The D-Class had escaped SCP-4227-A and was interviewed. After the interview, the D-Class was administered Class-A amnestics. Analysis: Further testing should be conducted with higher security and stricter parameters to avoid a containment breach. + Show Test Log Charlie - Close Test Log Test Charlie - █/22/0█ Subject: Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") Procedure: MTF Gamma-6 was instructed to subdue an SCP-4227-A instance and escort the anomaly to Research Wing-7. Results: MTF Gamma-6 successfully subdued and delivered the SCP-4227-A instance to Research Wing-7. The anomaly was relocated to a separate containment chamber. The instance then attempted to break containment by using its reality-bending abilities to deteriorate the wall of the containment chamber and was terminated by an armed guard. Analysis: After studying the SCP-4227-A instance, we have gained a greater level of understanding on how it navigates and its diet. SCP-4227's file has been updated accordingly. Addendum 4227.03: + Show Exploration Log Alpha - Close Exploration Log Initial Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: ██/██/████ Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Gamma-6 "Deep Feeders" Subject: SCP-4227 Team Lead: G6-Cap Team Members: G6-2 / G6-6 / G6-7 / G6-9 / G6-11 Notes: MTF Gamma-6 had been equiped with oxygen masks which allowed them to talk while underwater as the nozzle was not required to be put into the mouth of the wearer. MTF Gamma-6 were also given APS underwater rifles for the mission. [BEGIN LOG] G6-Cap: Okay everyone. Cameras on? Mics working? G6-6: Check. G6-11: Positive. G6-2: Check. G6-7: Check. G6-9: Yes sir. G6-Cap: Let’s go then. Waiting for a sign from command. Then we’ll exit the helicopter and lower ourselves down into the lake. Control: You are authorized to continue. Please lower yourselves into SCP-4227. (The sounds of helicopter blades becomes more distant as MTF Gamma-6 lowers themselves into Lake ████.) (The sound from the helicopter blades then completely stops as the whole squad are now ascending into SCP-4227.) G6-11: No signs of movement. No undiscovered objects found either. Proceeding. (MTF G6 continues descending into SCP-4227) (Boeing 777-200ER becomes visible on camera feed of G6-9.) G6-9: Is that a fucking airplane? G6-2: Yeah. It’s the disappeared Malaysian flight… something. Can’t remember the flight number. (MTF G6 continues descending into SCP-4227) G6-Cap: Okay. We’ve reached as deep as any other exploration team has gone. Any movement? G6-7: I don’t see anything… I actually barely see anything. Can barely see my arm in front of me. G6-6: 7, there’s something on your arm. (G6-7 screams and pulls the now identified SCP-4227-B instance away from his arm.) G6-6: What was it? Did it bite you? G6-7: Looked like some snake or eel… Didn’t feel anything. My diving suit doesn’t have any holes either. G6-Cap: I see an air pocket in this bus over here. Let’s go there. G6-7: Roger that. (The team gather inside a bus shoved into the wall of SCP-4227 and remove their oxygen masks. The bus is laying on its side, making the exits point down.) G6-Cap: How’s your arm, 7? G6-7: Feels like a mosquito bite… but bigger and warmer. It’s itching a lot. G6-Cap: Control, are you getting this? Control: Roger that, Cap. Are reinforcements required down there? G6-Cap: We’ll wait a couple of minutes. (4 minutes pass) G6-7: It feels really swollen, guys. Shine your flashlight on it, 6. (G6-6 shines her flashlight onto the bite on G6-7’s arm.) G6-6: Just looks like a mosquito bite to me. 11, are you seeing this? G6-11: Affirmative. I wouldn’t worry. G6-7: It’s really starting to hurt, guys… (G6-7 pukes on the ‘’floor’’ of the turned bus before starting to sob) Control: What’s happening, team? G6-Cap: Not sure. 7 got bitten by some eel snake thing and is puking and crying. (G6-7 starts screaming and puts his hand on his arm, before falling over on the ‘’floor’’. The other team members gather around him and attempt to hold him still as he starts spasming.) (G6-7’s upper arm ‘’explodes’’, covering all team member’s cameras with blood. Gunshots are heard, along with the sound of glass shattering and the bus moving against the rock walls of SCP-4227.) G6-2: What were those? Worms? Eel babies? G6-11: Probably newborn instances of whatever bit 7. There might be more in him. We’ve got to dump the corpse. G6-Cap: We’re letting the corpse sink. Are you hearing this, control? Control: Affirmative. Wipe your camera lenses, Gamma-6. We can’t see a thing. (G6-6 wipes her camera lens before kissing the forehead of G6-7 and dropping him out through the door of the bus.) (The entirety of Gamma-6 stays quiet for several minutes.) Control: Retreat. We’re ending this mission here. [END LOG] Addendum 4227.04: + Show Exploration Log Bravo - Close Exploration Log Initial Exploration Audio Log Transcript Date: 02/2█/█6 Exploration Team: Dr. Saint, MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") Subject: SCP-4227 Team Lead: Dr. Saint Team Members: Dr. Saint, G-1, G-3, G-4, G-5 Notes: Dr. Saint had taken Foundation Submarine 2A to explore SCP-4227, MTF Gamma-6 accompanied him to offer protection in the situation of an -A or -B instance breaching the hull of the submarine. Survival rations to sustain the crew for up to 5 days were provided. The expected exploration was to be 5 hours but ended up being a 3-day exploration. [BEGIN LOG] [TIMESTAMP 0:00:03] Dr. Saint: Alright this thing should be working, The date today is 02/2█/█6 and I am currently conducting an exploration of SCP-4227. The expected time of exploration should be around 5 hours. I'll continue to update this recording as time goes on. [TIMESTAMP 6:37:42] Dr. Saint: Alright, Scratch the 5-hour exploration, We've been traveling for about 6 and a half hours now. Our submarines travel speed has greatly decreased due to the higher hume ratings. At this point, We've gone further than James Cameron and his Deepsea Challenger. I know the Head Researcher won't be too fond of this, but I'm going to continue down as far as this submarine can take us. [TIMESTAMP 39:04:29] (During this part of the audio log, Dr. Saint had taken out a handheld camera) Dr. Saint: Wow… It's just so, so very pretty out there. I never thought I'd see something so beautiful in my life… (Dr. Saint points the handheld camera towards a porthole on the submarine. Outside of the porthole is pure darkness.) (Dr. Saint remains silent for the next 3 minutes of the audio file.) Dr. Saint: This is my only chance… I must go out there. (Dr. Saint proceeds to attempt to leave the submarine but is stopped by G-4.) G-4: What the fuck are you doing Saint? Don't you realize we are several thousand meters below the surface! (Dr. Saint begins to murmur something that is not picked up by the audio tape before tackling G-4) G-4: What the fuck! G-5! G-3! G-1! One of you sedate him! (G-3 proceeds to sedate Dr. Saint) G-1: Alright, G-3, put Dr. Saint into the bunks and keep watch of him. Make sure he, as well as any of you, don't look out of the portholes. (At this time in the recording G-1 begins to pilot the submarine back to the surface of SCP-4227.) (For the rest of the ascension to the surface of SCP-4227, Dr. Saint is kept in the barracks of the submarine.) [TIMESTAMP: 132: 42: 26] (During this part of the audio file, Foundation Submarine 2A resurfaces upon SCP-4227. Dr. Saint is escorted off of the submarine and is kept in Site-██'s medical bay for 3 days) Final Notes: Due to the events of this exploration log, any person wishing to conduct another exploration of SCP-4227's 'pit' must pass with a score of 27 on the standardized Memetic/Cognitohazard test. The existence of more anomalous lifeforms than SCP-4227-A and SCP-4227-B is now also theorized, with one of these theorized lifeforms having some kind of memetic or cognitohazardous effect on anyone who has viewed it or sensed it via any other sense. Addendum 4227.05: + Show Exploration Log Charlie - Close Exploration Log Initial Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 10/2█/█6 Exploration Team: Dr. Saint, MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") Subject: SCP-4227 Team Lead: Dr. Saint Team Members: G-1, G-3, G-4, and Dr. Saint Notes: Dr. Saint has been allowed to join MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") in their expedition into the 'airpocket' in SCP-4227. They were supplied with 1 waterproof handheld recorder, 4 flashlights, and 4 survival days worth of rations. (Video Log begins with Dr. Saint following behind G-4) (Video Log continues like this for 3 minutes before reaching the entrance to the airpocket) (Dr. Saint and the members of Gamma-6 remove their air masks and wetsuits once they enter the airpocket) Dr. Saint: Alright, we're here to explore this airpocket so let's get to it. Make sure to keep your eyes peeled, just in case there's an undiscovered anomaly here. Dr. Saint: Do you, do you guys hear that? Sounds like tremors. G-2: Yeah, yeah, I hear it too. It's coming from up ahead. (The members of Gamma-6 proceed to ready their weapons and form a defensive line) (A single guinea pig is seen wondering up to G-4) G-4: Is that a fucking hamster? (Emerging from a narrow passageway in the cavern wall, a muddle of guinea pig erupt from the crevices.) G-4: Stand your ground! Defend the researcher! (Several members from Gamma-6 begin to open fire upon the guinea pigs, causing them to scatter) G-1: Saint, any idea why we just were swarmed by a pack of rodents? Dr. Saint: The only thing I can think of is that they were teleported into this air pocket and formed some sort of pack. Anyways, we have to continue onwards. (Dr. Saint proceeds to lead Gamma-6 through the cavern.) Dr. Saint: Hey, G-4. Can you take this camera for a bit? I need to relace my shoes before I trip on them. G-4: Uh sure? (G-4 takes the camera from Dr. Saint and focuses it on him) Dr. Saint: Weird… The ground he is cra- (The ground beneath Dr. Saint gives way, and Dr. Saint plunges into the newly formed trench.) G-1: Fuck, shit, fuck! G-4 can you see him? (G-4 begins cautiously towards the trench, and then peers over the edge and shines his flashlight into the trench.) G-4: I can't see Saint chief, No idea how far this goes down. G-1 Goddamn it, end the recording. We're heading back to surface. [END OF FOOTAGE] Final Notes: Dr. Saint's body has/was never recovered from the trench. Any and all explorations of the air pocket require permission from a Level 4 researcher. [INPUT LEVEL 4/4227 SECURITY CREDENTIALS] [CREDENTIALS APPROVED] Addendum 4227.X: Last known image of Foundation researcher Dr. John Larsson. Photo was taken on board a foundation-owned exploration submarine. During a failed expedition into SCP-4227, the foundation lost all communication with the crew of the exploration craft. The expedition described was carried out by MTF Gamma-6 (Deep Feeders) members G6-2, G6-6, G6-9, and G6-11, who was assisted by level 3 foundation researcher Dr. John Larsson. The submarine was attacked during the expedition by multiple SCP-4227-A instances. The MTF Gamma-6 members decided to swim outside of the submarine and combat the instances from there but were all killed. The SCP-4227-A instances all presumed Dr. Larsson to be dead and left the submarine sinking to the bottom of SCP-4227. Dr. Larsson, also presumed dead by the foundation, then found a functioning audio recording device in the submarine, and recorded the following message: I think the recorder is on now. I'm researcher John Larsson from Research Wing-73 on Site-██. I'm alone aboard this exploration submarine… The rest of the crew died to SCP-4227-A instances. I-I'm- (Dr. Larsson catches his breath for several seconds) -I'm recording this to say that the theory is true… There IS an SCP-4227-1, a portal to another reality or planet. But you probably won't know that until I'm dead. Th-this is good news, the portal part is at least. (Dr. Larsson begins to sob for several minutes.) Everything feels so heavy and hard here. It's the hume reading that's making it hard for me to move. I'm going to die here. Just tell my family what happened, please. I beg you. (Dr. Larsson is crying when the recording ends.) The recording was found in the previously disappeared exploration submarine which resurfaced 8 months after the original expedition. The recording was located next to the corpse of Dr. Larsson, who had committed suicide via the handgun he had been given for the expedition. He had been dead for approximately 8 months. Due to this recording, it is now believed that the previously purely theoretical SCP-4227-1 (now also known as ''the Larsson gate'') exists. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4227" by kamelen800, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4227. 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-4228 | keter | Welcome to SCPNET. Please enter your credentials: >USER: O5-4 >PASS: * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Credentials accepted. Welcome, O5-4. I am AI-ROWI. How can I help you today? >SCP-4228 Documents found related to "SCP-4228" Please select from the following. [1] Main Article "SCP-4228" [1] Testing Logs "SCP-4228-TL" [9] Interview Logs "SCP-4228-IN" [1] Recovery Log "SCP-4228-RL" [3] Action Reports "SCP-4228-AR" [1] Site Manifest "Site-45 Containment Log 02/08/2019" >Main article + Testing Log Loading now. Thank you for using SCPNET. SCP-4228-1 through 7 Item #: SCP-4228 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4228-1 through SCP-4228-7 will be held in a high-security storage vault at Site-45. Testing of SCP-4228 has been suspended indefinitely. Description: SCP-4228 is an un-aired children’s television series known as “Karma Kameleon’s Adventures on Earth!” The series comprises a single season, 7 episodes in length. SCP-4228 follows the adventures of “Karma”, a cartoon chameleon. The show's main theme is the preservation of natural resources, with the villains of the show personifying deforestation and animal extinction. Visually, SCP-4228 has a “2.5D” style; characters present as animated paper cut-outs in the foreground, moving across set-pieces like trees and rocks in the mid-ground, over a watercolor painting background. Each episode of SCP-4228 contains a distinct, highly virulent memetic agent that impairs a person’s capacity to dream. For a complete listing of these effects, see SCP-4228-TL below. Once the episode has been viewed, the subject themselves will become a transmission vector, allowing transference through any information related to SCP-4228, up to and including illustrations, quotes, or the names of key characters. Viewing multiple episodes of SCP-4228 not only causes compounding “dream impairments”, but a deterioration of overall creativity and fantastical thinking. As more episodes are viewed, subjects will exhibit a matching increase in desire to watch SCP-4228, or consume any related media. It is unclear if SCP-4228 contains some form of addictive cognitohazard, or merely becomes a substitute for the subject's enfeebled imagination. SCP-4228 was acquired during a raid on Oliver Brothers Inc., known affiliates of "Marshall, Carter, & Dark." SCP-4228-TL: =====TITLE===== =====SUMMARY===== =====RESULT===== SCP-4228-1 "Karma Kameleon and the Rainbow Forest!" "Karma Kameleon travels through the Rainbow Forest on the brand new vine-line tram, picking up his friends along the way!" (sic) All trees and other foliage in this episode display a disorienting, rapid shift of color. Dreams no longer contain distinct visuals; elements present as silhouettes or amorphous blobs. SCP-4228-2 “Karma Kameleon visits the Tree People!” "Karma Kameleon and friends go to Grass-Roof Village, just in time for the fire dance! Lets see how these people live in harmony with the forest!" (sic) This episode contains a high number of close-up shots of individuals laughing and hugging. Dreams cease being interactive; elements no longer respond to physical or verbal cues. SCP-4228-3 “Karma Kameleon's Raindrop Carnival!” "A tropical storm hits the Rainbow Forest, so Karma Kameleon and his friends are stuck inside all day! To cheer everyone up, Karma conducts an indoor parade!" (sic) This episode has an unusually high audio production value, featuring full orchestras and gospel choir vocals. Dreams no longer contain distinct sounds such as speech, only muffled ambient noise. SCP-4228-4 “Karma Kameleon and the Sad Machines” "Oh no! During a moonlit stroll, Karma and his friends find a cut-down part of the forest. Jigsaw and the Sad Machines don't want to keep hurting the trees, but the Hollow Men will make them when morning comes!" (sic) This episode features a far more monotonous color palette. Many of the "sad machines" have rust-like tear stains. Throughout the episode, these characters attempt to destroy themselves by slamming their bodies against rocks and jumping from tall trees. Dreams no longer include people, objects, or events from the dreamer's real life. SCP-4228-5 “Karma Kameleon on Land, Water, and Sky!” "Karma Kameleon takes a trip across the Rainbow Forest with the help of three friends! Capybara Carlos, Olivia Otter, and Kenny Kingfisher!" (sic) This episode contains nearly 300% more "smear" frames, and colors bleeding outside of object/character boundaries. Subjects experience severely restricted mobility or total paralysis during dreaming. SCP-4228-6 “Karma Kameleon on the Run!” "Karma Kameleon spends a lazy day in his tree hammock, when suddenly the Sad Machines come trampling in! What will happen to the Rainbow Forest!? (sic) Throughout the episode, many characters and set-pieces are seen disappearing into a massive, angry-faced wood-chipper machine. This episode contains no music, replaced instead with a secondary effects track containing real-world samples of chainsaws, wood being pulped, and animal shrieks. Subjects no longer possess a tangible body while dreaming. SCP-4228-7 "Karma Kameleon goes with the Hollow Men!" This tape contained no summary. The episode follows a first person perspective of Karma Kameleon in a small cage traveling through real-time live-action scenes. The final shot is a zoom-out, showing Karma alone in a small, glass enclosure at a city zoo. Karma is the only animated figure in a sea of live-action humans passing through the shot, their bodies covered in static. This episode is 2 hours, 16 minutes longer than any other. There is no music throughout; the majority of sound during this episode is Karma's own panicked breathing. Dreams, 1/3rd of the time, take place in a beige, six sided room with no windows or doors. ATTENTION USER - SCPNET UPDATE - AI-ROWI Hello again O5-4. When you accessed document "SCP-4228" a file was automatically flagged in my system. This file is not listed on the main SCPNET directory. Only the current O5-4 User appears have authorized access. Would you like to access this file now? >Y As per security protocols, accessing this file will require a selective purge of recent AI memory. All system logs related to your current session will be lost. Would you like to proceed? >Y Loading now. Thank you for using SCPNET. FILENAME: O5-4-BRDN.SCP ACCESS GRANTED "Try not to think about it." That's what the Administrator told me on my first day as O5-4, one of only a handful of times we've ever spoken directly. I'm still not sure which question they were even answering; I had asked so many! Was it deep wisdom, or were they brushing me off? Either way, over these last 23 years, that motto has kept me sane, and on many occasions actually saved my life. Information is dangerous, and I'm not even talking about infohazards. Immortal lizards and neck-snapping statues will always be a significant threat, but the communication age has made it so a simple fact can be the difference between a stable society, or a world crumbling. For the Foundation, it's the perfect enemy. The only way to "kill" information is to forget it, then when it re-emerges, you have no idea how to fight it again; all you can really do is hold it in the smallest possible cage. When it comes to SCP-4228, you are that cage. SCP-4228-1 through 14. Tape 7 destroyed during acquisition. Item #: SCP-4228 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4228-8 through SCP-4228-14 will be held in a high-security storage vault at Site-45. SCP-4228-1 through SCP-4228-6 will remain sealed in the Site-19 O5-EX chamber. SCP-4228-7 is considered lost. Description: SCP-4228 is a children’s television series known as “Karma Kameleon’s Adventures on Earth!” The series comprises a single season, 14 episodes in length. Let me clarify. The "public" document you recently read actually details episodes 8-14. Episodes 1-7, however, were one of the Foundation's greatest oversights; a story that begins in late 1993, when a young woman showed up at the doorstep of Site-26 half alive. She had a self-inflicted gash on the side of her neck, and the surrounding remains of a tattoo told us she was a Marshall, Carter and Dark "Intern". SCP-4228-1 "Karma Kameleon and the Flying Flowers!" [DATA EXPUNGED] Subjects no longer have a sense of smell when dreaming. According to her, in 1989 Marshall, Carter and Dark were approached by a group of wide-eyed “anartists”. Like many creatives, they were also devout environmentalists who thought humanity would better prosper under a “bohemian” rule. “We need unearthly weapons to break the shackles of greed and ignorance!" was the exact quote. Their actual plan was to produce an anomalous cartoon that made children grow into good, eco-friendly adults. So, a contract was drawn up; Marshall, Carter and Dark would receive 100% of all show profits, and the Anartists would get their better world. SCP-4228-2 "Karma Kameleon visits Story-time Salamander!" [DATA EXPUNGED] Subjects can no longer read or write during their dreams. What MC&D actually provided, besides production capital, was what our defector called a “Mnemette" or "Muse-Barin"; a very rare, very ancient form of living idea that could be shaped as it develops. This is why SCP-4228 is so alarmingly infectious; it isn't merely an infohazard, it's a true self-propagating memetic virus. It's infectious because it was raised to be infectious. It makes us want to preserve the environment because its "parents" instilled those values in it. The entire show, the entire concept of "Karma Kameleon" was grown from a seed of powerful, primal thought. So, why aren’t we all planting trees and singing “Kumbaya” right now? Given we're talking about MC&D, you probably already know the answer. SCP-4228-3 "Karma Kameleon and the Swinging Sloths!" [DATA EXPUNGED] Subjects can no longer create heat, cold, or any kinetic sensation during dreams. Shortly after “Karma Kameleon” finished production in 1992, all assets were "seized". Somewhere in that maze of legal jargon they called a “contract” there was a byline that stated “If MC&D feel their investment has been poorly utilized, they may claim total proprietary rights over the entire production company, and its assets.” To me, this is the true mystery of SCP-4228: How on earth did these people ever trust Marshall, Carter, and Dark? I have it on good authority that Carter alone refuses to light his cigar with anything other than an alt-dimensional duplicate of the American Declaration of Independence! They are greed! Were those artists just that blind? Desperate? Arrogant? This, and many other things, we may never know. SCP-4228-4 "Karma Kameleon builds a new Tree House!" [DATA EXPUNGED] Subjects can no longer freely manipulate the landscape of their dreams. What we do know is Marshall, Carter and Dark re-sold “Karma Kameleon” to a small but ruthless distribution company out of the American mid-west: Oliver Brothers Inc. They kept SCP-4228’s infectivity, its ability to figuratively and literally capture the imagination of its audience, and every other tangible element. What they changed was… unforgivable. If SCP-4228 truly is “alive”, then what Oliver Brothers Inc. did could only be described as torture. The dream impairments are merely a side effect of this brutality; a symptom of a deeper trauma SCP-4228 was made to inflict on the mind. Their goal, we believe, was to commodify imagination itself. They wanted “Karma Kameleon”, and likely a subsequent empire of other shows and products, to be the world’s only source of whimsy. Had it not been for luck, and one intern's haunted conscience, we might have faced a true EP-class "Thought Tyrant" scenario. SCP-4228-5 "Karma Kameleon and the Special Song!" [DATA EXPUNGED] Subjects are no longer aware when/if they are dreaming. SCP-4228-EN was one of the biggest operations the Foundation ever launched, or so I’ve been told. All evidence of SCP-4228 was expunged from this world. There might still be a few thousand lizard toys in a landfill somewhere, but anyone who finds them won’t recognize the character, despite the fact that by December, 1993, "Karma Kameleon" was as recognizable as Mickey Mouse. SCP-4228 just spread too fast. Stopping the broadcast, and dismantling Oliver Brothers, just wasn't enough. Our only option was the Ennui protocol. Now, out of all of it, only this document, and the 14 master tapes, remain. SCP-4228-6 "Karma Kameleon and the Distant Storm" [DATA EXPUNGED] Subjects will experience "nightmares", dreams that are undesirably frightening/disturbing. Take some solace, though. We stopped it. Episodes 8-14 will never see the light of day. We were even able to pull episode 7 off the air, though it was a messy, destructive operation. Our best guess is that 13-20% of the population were infected before we were able to act. To the rest of humanity, this will forever be just an unexplained quirk of nature. SCP-4228-7 "Karma Kameleon and the first Hollow Man!" [DATA EXPUNGED] Subjects will dream only in black and white. Do you want to know the worst part is? It's realizing that my fellow O5's probably have their own secrets to keep, and it's entirely possible that they're worse, far worse, than SCP-4228. Sometimes, when I look across the board room, I can almost see the chains of burden hanging across O5-8's shoulders. If SCP-4228 is the truth that haunts me, then what "simple fact" might that woman know? Try not to think about it, and have a good first week, O5-4. Secure, Contain, Protect; whatever we have left. O5-4 (retired and/or deceased) |
SCP-4229 | keter | Fig. 1.1 SCP-4229 Item #: SCP-4229 Special Containment Procedures: The mail cavity of SCP-4229 is to be kept open at all times. SCP-4229 itself is currently held in the Bio-Garden adjacent to Site-76. Due to developing containment concerns, plans are underway to relocate the object to Site-103. Staff will retrieve instances of SCP-4229-1 each day for testing and storage. Each instance of SCP-4229-1 is to be logged for DNA and any defining marks or tattoos, then stored in Containment Freezer 4229 on Level 8 of Site-76. Personnel stationed on SCP-4229 will be tested weekly for any naturally occurring blood-based pathogen. Description: SCP-4229 is a Victorian-era mailbox measuring one meter in height, twenty-five centimeters in width, and one meter in depth. A root system, resembling that of an oak tree, extends two meters from the base of SCP-4229 into the soil. Any attempt to excavate SCP-4229 will cause this system to develop at a rapid rate until it roots in suitable fertile ground. SCP-4229 was first discovered in 1896, having emerged from a street-corner in Sidcup, SE London, fracturing multiple pavement blocks. When examined, a single instance of SCP-4229-1 was inside. Fig. 1.2 SCP-4229(1)-QR9: Front view, exterior. SCP-4229-1 are packages that manifest within the mail cavity of SCP-4229 at statistically random intervals. Instances of SCP-4229-1 will manifest regardless of whether the cavity is empty, resulting in eruptions of pressurized flesh if left closed. Epidermal contact with ruptured packages results in an above average infection rate for HIV, Hepatitis-A, Tuberculosis, and a variety of other blood-pathogens. While pigment and total size varies, instances of SCP-4229 are uniformly square, and possess a seamless encasement of human flesh. Packages register at a constant 37 degrees centigrade1, and preserve without decomposition until the flesh is penetrated. The interior of SCP-4229-1 contains pieces of axle, shards of heavy transmission machinery, and other components associated with common aircraft. One corner is marked with a rectangular abrasion resembling a stamp, and the center is addressed by etching with English Cursive "To: Home. Love, Mom." The reverse interior wall of flesh is inscribed with a unique message of similar engravings. The source of these packages is currently unknown. Note: The following log includes the most notable engravings. (SCP) 4229-1 Log of Interior Engraving Recovery Date 4229(1)-AA1 "My beloved child, how did you get here, so far from home? Take care of yourself darling. Wishing you best, Mom." 3 October 1896 4229(1)-AA2 "My sweet child, please stay home. This place is not for you. Wishing you best, Mom." 29 March 1900 4229(1)-AC7 "My dearest child, I only want what's best for you. You don't seem to care. Best, Mom." 11 April 1926 4229(1)-GV6 "Dear child, keep your feet where they belong. Best, Mom." 20 August 1950 4229(1)-JZ9 "Dear child, Why do you desire so, to go places you were never meant to be? Best, Mom." 30 June 1975 4229(1)-MN3 "Child, you must know what you're doing. Leave your mother in peace. Best, Mom." 1 January 1985 4229(1)-QR9 "My heart hurts for what you've done. Best, Mom." 11 May 1995 4229(1)-ZZLK9 "You've polluted your opportunity. You are incapable of shouldering the responsibility of my gift. If you feel the right to my space, I have the same to yours. -Mom." 20 July 2015 Note: Dr. K Audlin merged this file. + Load Merged File - Loading...SCP-4229-2 MERGED FILE MERGED 2017.02.13 Item #: SCP-████ SCP-4229-2 Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Kappa-20 ("Falcon Watchers") is tasked with tracking SCP-4229-2 by land and sea to log any human flown aircraft that comes in contact with SCP-4229-2. For the sake of clarity in observations, MTFK-20 will keep a distance of no less than three kilometers from SCP-4229-2. Aircraft are to be prevented from entering SCP-4229-2 whenever it is cost-effective to do so. Description: SCP-4229-2 is a cumulonimbus cloud with no definite shape, reaching up to nine kilometers in height and five kilometers in width. No human flown aircraft coming into contact with SCP-4229-2 has yet been recovered. Per Test-4229(2)-01, no direct signals can be transmitted from within the cloud. Investigations into what occurs beyond the perimeter of SCP-████ are on-going. Fig 1 SCP-████ and US Flight 52. Close proximity to SCP-4229-2 (less than three kilometers) has demonstrated a mild memetic effect. Since observation began, members of MTFK-20 have increasingly expressed concerns about the Foundation's effect on the environment, in one instance destroying a Foundation Naval Vessel beyond repair for "causing harm to Mother."2 Even with a three kilometer minimum distance, MTFK-20 has submitted numerous formal requests to make all methods of transportation fully solar powered. These requests are pending approval. Discovery: SCP-4229-2 has been monitored by the Foundation since 2016 at the conclusion of the Mass Anomalous Flight Disappearance Commission Report. Site-76 director Dr. Karri Audlin considered the connection to SCP-4229 conclusive following US Flight 52’s contact with SCP-4229-2 in 2017. The flight roster indicated 100% of the passengers had dates of birth corresponding to recovery dates of SCP-4229-1 instances. Further investigation revealed DNA from these passengers were a genetic match for the relevant packages. Dr. K Audlin reclassified the anomaly as SCP-4229-2, and merged its file with SCP-4229. Addendum: CASE LOG 4229-2: Interrogation of Fmr. Commander Wilson Quarry LOCATION: Site-76 interrogation chamber. SUBJECT: Fmr. Commander Wilson Quarry of Mobile Task Force Kappa-20 FORWARD: Dr. Karri Audlin conducted his interview following the destruction of Naval Vessel-████-01. It is to be logged with files for SCP-4229-2 as a demonstrative example of the memetic effect. The Foundation was unaware of the memetic effect until this interview was conducted. [BEGIN AUDIO LOG] Quarry: I’m not sorry. Dr. K Audlin: We know. We’d just like to know what happened. Quarry: What's there to know? It's not going to run anymore. Good riddance. Dr. K Audlin: That vessel was Foundation property. Quarry: It was an old ship. It needed to go anyway. I’m glad my boys took that thing apart. Dr. K Audlin: Wilson, you know I've always respected you for how much you care about the environment, but this is beyond the pale. You're a model soldier and a leader. This isn't like you. Quarry: Don't you fucking dare. This isn't one of your mind-control beanie babies you can keep in a locker. I woke up. Nothing changed me. I just got closer to the truth. Dr. K Audlin: And the truth was worth millions of dollars in damage? Quarry: It was just another insult to Mother. You know she can feel that no matter where we are, right? Dr. K Audlin: This is…your mother? Quarry: Our mother. Dr. K Audlin: This cost you everything Wilson. Why on earth would you- Quarry: Earth? "Earth" is the gift beneath my feet. That wasn't enough though, was it? We had to have more. Then we go up there? You wouldn't understand. None of you do. You just care about that fucking boat. Dr. K Audlin: So…“Mother”…she’s in the cloud? <Quarry is silent for a moment.> Quarry: Remind me again…what's your mission? Dr. K Audlin: With all due respect, Former Commander, not only did you oversee the destruction of Foundation property, you also failed your primary objective. Quarry: I signed up to protect. What's your job? You're going to…what? Secure her? You try getting close enough to contain her and tell me how you'd do that. Dr. K Audlin: That was your assignment. Quarry: Well I can't do shit for you there. What do you think is going to happen when you poison the thing that gave you life? You're not getting it. If you're going to charge me, charge me. Until then, put me back in my goddamn cell. [END LOG] Notice: Following the recovery of SCP-4229(1)-ZZLK9 [2015], the quantity of instances of SCP-4229-1 increased by 450%. Investigations into potential methods of mitigating a mass consumption event are on-going. Footnotes 1. Standard human body temperature. 2. See Case Log 4229(2) - Interrogation of Fmr. Commander Wilson Quarry. |
SCP-4230 | euclid | SYTYCFanon SCP-4230 - The Redacted Fanon Wiki For more stories in my verse check here Item#: 4230 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-78 Leah Richter Greg Chudley Sigma-27 ("Copyright Trolls") Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers are to hack and install firewalls within ISPs across the globe to block access to SCP-4230 while tracing IPs of those who have editing privileges on the website. Once an editor has been identified, MTF Sigma-27 ("Copyright Trolls") is to be deployed to capture the editor and retrieve any device about the operation of the wiki. Due to SCP-4230 affecting all current copies of an affected media, Foundation agents embedded in production companies are to release press statements when a fictional medium is converted into SCP-4230-A, explaining it as a new update to existing digital work. If the media is unable to be affected by the digital patch, Foundation web crawlers are to spread non-anomalous “Mandela effect” memes to sow doubt on the memories of those not affected by instances of SCP-4230-A. At this current time, widespread amnesticization protocols are not to be adopted due to the sheer number of individuals who would need amnestics as well as the high probability of reinfection upon future media consumption of SCP-4230-A entities. As of June-6-2021, all methods at the disposal of the Pataphysics Department are to be used in apprehending SCP-4230 admin, PoI-6940 including using protocol "Flame War"1. Description: SCP-4230 is the website https://[REDACTED]fanon.fandom.com/wiki/Home. It was believed to have been first established on Jan-12-2021 by a member of GoI-5869 "Gamers Against Weed": PoI-6940 also known by the handle “PeppaPigsStrongestSoldier1337”. SCP-4230 itself appears like any other Fanon Wiki on the Fandom site, where users can come up with their original characters and post them on the page; creating entire storylines and worlds for existing media. SCP-4230, through anomalous means, can be used to add fictional characters to any existing work of fiction, provide new details to existing characters, and overall perceptions by the audience of new characters become reality through the wiki's description pages. Those who have previously viewed a work before it was anomalously edited will have no memory of the change until that work is viewed again. The following effect will occur upon viewing the modified work that will now be referred to in this document as an SCP-4230-A entity. If a certain perception was specified on SCP-4230, subjects who view SCP-4230-A media will believe that it always existed in its current form and hold any opinion specified on the wiki with only mildly varying results. If no public perception or opinion was included on an SCP-4230 page, subjects will note that they experience a sense of suspicion about the new character and are unsure if they were there before. If the character was added to a work that has sequels, there is the potential effect that they will also persist through these works granted that the wiki author has specified this. In already existing sequels of a franchise that lack a wiki article, the new characters will be incorporated as though they had been written by the original production team of said sequels. Standard accounts made on the wiki can edit and make new articles. The Wiki appears to have a form of anomalous spambot protection that prevents articles from being filled with garbage to counter the effects of sabotage. The Wiki also contains rules against having pages with no text on them or without a specified media, and the article will not be published unless it fits the criteria; leaving the article's initial effects intact. Currently, it is theorized that deletion of the articles would revert SCP-4230-A entities to non-anomalous media; thus, retrieving the servers is a top priority. A note on interaction with SCP-3167: Early in our studies with SCP-4230 we wondered if the creation of SCP-4230-A Entities would spur SCP-3167 into attempting to kill them to respect the author's wishes. After contacting Pataphysics Task Force Alpha-4, they informed us that SCP-3167 had left the newly created characters alone. It is currently unknown if SCP-4230 can manipulate SCP-3167 into killing -4230-A entities or existing fictional characters. Perhaps 4230 has a memetic effect on the authors in which they believe they are the progenitor of the changes seen in 4230-A entities. Further testing is necessary on this subject. - Researcher Chudley. Discovery: SCP-4230 was discovered on April 1st, 2021 when Dr. Victoria Cerise discussed her weekend with a coworker. Dr. Cerise mentioned she had just rewatched the film, Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope, and spoke positively about a cameo of her favorite character Glup Shitto. Researcher Greg Chudley, being an intermittent Star Wars fan, was a bit confused. He stated that couldn’t remember any character named Glup Shitto, and assumed she was making a joke until Dr. Cerise adamantly defended what she considered to be "the greatest fictional character of her time." A cursory Google search by researcher Chudley discovered a fanon wiki with the exact description provided by Dr. Cerise, including her statement of Glup Shitto being "the greatest fictional character of our time." Dr. Cerise was then interviewed to determine if she had consumed any other media that had been converted into SCP-4230-A entities to which it was found she hadn’t heard of anything else written on SCP-4230. The fanon wiki was then quickly classified as SCP-4230, and measures were taken at researcher Chudley’s insistence which became the Special Containment Procedures to prevent any more works of fiction from being tampered with. The following is a list of notable entries taken from the full list of 1768 Entries on the Wiki Glup Shitto Kamen Rider Gun Samurai Jack and Johnny Bravo Crossover Hour Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way SCP-4494 Scrimblo Bimblo John Halo Simo Hayha Media: The Star Wars Franchise First Appearance: Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope Special Edition Date of Publishing: Jan 20, 2021 SCP-4230 User: BasilOregano1977 Description: Glup Shitto is a background character that initially appears in Star Wars Episode IV, who is of an unidentified alien race in the Star Wars Universe. He is described as being humanoid in shape and having a hole 6 inches in diameter where a human mouth would be. His eyes are located on his pectoral muscles similar to where nipples would be on humans, and otherwise resembling humans in build and shape with minor variations. Glup Shitto was originally described as having a small cameo lasting seconds in A New Hope, but his role gradually expanded in the Star Wars franchise in such a way that he became a prolific character that led to fans wanting to clap whenever he showed up. This appreciation of an otherwise mundane and boring character is baked into the Wiki article itself and causes Glup Shitto to be perceived as a wildly desirable friend and character. A summary of appearances is given below to provide an understanding of what kinds of changes can be made possible by SCP-4230. Star Wars Episode IV: Glup Shitto appears in the cantina, scrubbing glasses and mumbling about how "this isn't like it used to be", and points the characters Luke Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi to Han Solo. Star Wars Episode V: Glup Shitto, having found superior employment as a space courier, bumps into Luke Skywalker and takes a shot for him, saving him from Boba Fett and barely surviving thanks to a can of Coca-Cola in his pocket. Coca-Cola is a now canonical beverage in the Star Wars Universe. Star Wars Episode VI: Darth Vader, remembering his friendship with Glup Shitto, decides to turn against the Emperor to save his son. Star Wars Episode I: Kid Glup Shitto is shown to be a good friend of Anakin Skywalker on Tatooine Star Wars Episode II: Glup Shitto, now in young adulthood, is working at Dexter Jettster’s diner and serves Obi-Wan a Coca-Cola. Star Wars Episode III: Glup Shitto, having majored in Political Science at the Chancellor Palpatine School of Political Science (The ChanPalSPSci), appears as a senator during Palpatine’s speech forming the Galactic Empire. Star Wars Episode VII: Glup Shitto, once more down on his luck, sells an entire basket of the drug known as Death Sticks to Rey before being farted on by Chewbacca. Star Wars Episode VIII: Seeing her lifelong friend Glup Shitto flung from a starship, Leia Organa uses the powers of the force to save him instead of herself after being launched into space. Star Wars Episode IX: Glup Shitto "Glups all over" when Palpatine is surprise attacked by him at the climax of the film, allowing the heroes to "unilaterally provide a beatdown of epic proportions". Notes on Containment: We didn’t have to do much, the author of the page specified that Glup Shitto only appears in the Star Wars Special edition/DVD releases, and thus the original copies were unaffected, which was generally attributed to George Lucas as the source of the changes. - Researcher Chudley. Media: Kamen Rider Blade First Appearance: Kamen Rider Blade Date of Publishing: April 7, 2021 SCP-4230 User: Cocaineforhoes2006 Description: Kamen Rider Gun is now the central rival character in Kamen Rider Blade, replacing Kamen Rider Chalice as the rival for Kazuma Kenzaki. Kamen Rider Gun is an anomaly amongst the Blade riders as he wields a firearm. He is most notable for his catchphrase “You just brought a sword to a gunfight!" Over the course of the series, he gained one extra form, Kamen Rider Gun Jack Shotgun Form in which he switches from his main weapon the Glock 17 Rouser to the SPAS 12 Rouser. In the Series Finale, both he and Kazuma swear never to fight having become the Joker Undead and their fighting would lead to the end of the world. Notes on Containment: Our agents inside of Toei Productions made a statement that Kamen Rider Gun was included to balance out the cast of Kamen Rider Blade, figuring that two melee and two ranged-based riders should make things interesting. P.S: The self-proclaimed “Weeb" members of the Pataphysics team said they think that Kamen Rider Vulcan from Zero-One was a reference to Kamen Rider Gun. Guess it goes to show how the SCP can affect the connections we make to future characters. - Researcher Chudley Media: Samurai Jack & Johnny Bravo First Appearance: Samurai Jack and Johnny Bravo Crossover Hour Date of Publishing: April 10, 2021 SCP-4230 User: PeppaPigsStrongestSoldier1337 Description: One of the first articles made on the wiki, believed to be an attempt to see if the anomaly could be used to create a new crossover special for certain mediums. Supposedly on 20XX-09-16, the Samurai Jack and Johnny Bravo crossover special aired. Subjects questioned the reason for the crossover, seemingly having no idea that the crossover occurred and didn’t watch it while airing but later discovered it when it was re-released on Youtube by Foundation Personnel. The first half of the crossover has Aku send Jack farther into the future into the present day where he earns the ire of Johnny Bravo as women immediately flock to Jack for being an “exotic hunk”. Samurai Jack is confused with this new world as there appear to be no threats around…. Except for Johnny Bravo. Johnny Bravo with the power of pure machismo learns THE ART OF THE BLADE and challenges Jack to a duel, one that rips a hole in the Space-Time Continuum, sending them both back to the past. The second half features Jack and Johnny battling Aku’s minions to get him to send Johnny back to the present. The beatdown of Aku by the two cartoon titans was described as “epic”, and “The greatest moment in children's animation.” Eventually, Aku relents and sends Johnny Bravo back, but not before Johnny gifts Jack a pair of sunglasses. Said sunglasses could be seen in the Adult Swim reboot of Samurai Jack. Notes on Containment: It does not appear that SCP-4230 can create new media on its own but merely place the idea that such a media existed into those who had previously viewed the series in question. After a legion of fans demanded Cartoon Network release this crossover special that they had no record of, we decided it would be best to just create the animation rather than try and remove all knowledge of it. We had to contact SCP Animation to makean SCP-4230-A instance based on the description of SCP-4230. The VAs we contacted to do it claimed to have already recorded the lines we sent but were happy to do it again anyways because they “thought it was the most fulfilling project of their careers”. - Researcher Chudley Media: Harry Potter Franchise First appearance: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's/Philosopher's stone Date of Publishing: April 3 2021 SCP-4230 User: TaraGilesbie86 Description: Originally from the fanfiction "My Immortal", Ebony appears in the Philosopher's Stone as a deuteragonist to Harry Potter, often clashing with him as she is infatuated and in love with Draco Malfoy; helping him with his schemes. The plot of the Harry Potter books and movies continues on as normal with some changes with this added character, however, it is made clear that Dark’ness is Harry’s superior. One of these changes is that Ebony discovers the truth about Horcruxes in the Chamber of Secrets, also deducing that Harry is a Horcrux. With that information in hand, she drowns Harry Potter in a toilet before subsequently reviving him, making his later quest easier. The last major alteration of note from the standard narrative occurs in the last book, The Deathly Hallows. In the final battle between Harry and Voldemort, Ebony comes out of nowhere and decapitates Voldemort with the Sword of Gryffindor. In the Epilogue, it is revealed that Ebony married Draco and had his kids. Notes on Containment: Despite having an author that’s been made famous for changing Harry Potter Lore through tweets, simply doctoring J.K Rowling's tweets wouldn’t convince the Harry Potter fandom at large that such a crucial character existed without something strange being afoot. Thus, a disinformation campaign regarding My Immortal and its loose connection to Harry Potter had to be disseminated. - Researcher Chudley Media: SCP Foundation/Marvel's Spider-Man 2018 First Appearance: SCP-4494 Date of Publishing: April 24th, 2021 SCP-4230 User: SecureCockPenis69420 Description: SCP-4494 (Known as The Specter throughout the official documentation) is the physical embodiment of fighting crime. SCP-4494 is not to be contained within the Foundation due to its anomalous effect causing a -K Class Scenario as stopping it causes the concept of fighting crime to break down around it at 100Km per hour. Spider-Man first meets the Specter assisting law enforcement during a random crime event, Spider-Man is enthused to meet another costumed crimefighter like himself and the two establish a rapport. This begins a sidequest chain in which the Specter enlists Spider-Man to help apprehend the Villain known as "Big Wheel". After helping out the Specter capture Big Wheel there is a 5% chance he may randomly spawn in enemy encounters to assist the player. Notes on Containment: We nearly alerted the O5 council over a classified anomaly appearing inside of a Marvel videogame, but thankfully "The Specter" is never referred to as an anomalous entity, and our foundation is not mentioned whatsoever. Foundation personnel at Insomniac put out a dev diary talking about how they decided to make their own original character based on the legends of "The Specter". - Researcher Chudley P.S. Honestly, everyone at the facility is happy for SCP-4494, we know he loves the Spider-Man game and must have gotten a kick out of seeing himself in it. I've even heard that Marvel might start making comic books about him. Maybe SCP-4230 isn't all bad. Media: A great platformer you played as a kid First appearance: N/A Date of Publishing: February 2nd, 2021 SCP-4230 User: SecureCockPenis69420 Description: Scrimblo Bimblo is a lovable scrunko from some undefined platformer that you played as a child. Not much is known about Scrimblo Bimblo other than he is a potential contender for appearing in the Nintendo video game: Super Smash Bros. Ultimate. Fans of Scrimblo Bimblo are to fight religiously across social media platforms to make people remember him and to get him included in Smash, especially over "PopularMcJRPGGuy", another SCP-4230-A entity. Notes on Containment: Oh lord what a mess. Despite Super Smash Bros. Ultimate not adding new DLC characters as of late 2021, hundreds upon hundreds of Twitter conversations about Scrimblo Bimblo appeared overnight. With no specified media we believe that EVERY PERSON who ever played a platformer now knows about Scrimblo Bimblo and the same can be said for PopularMcJRPGGuy and JRPGs. Needless to say, it is near impossible to contain the spread of this one. Our best efforts are to convince the fighting game community at large that everyone is referring to a variety of different characters by one name. However, in the event that Nintendo makes another Smash Bros. game, it is imperative that Scrimblo Bimblo does not make it in. Protocol "Flame Icon2" is to be enacted to keep Nintendo from investigating too many potential additional characters. This is a preventative measure in case of future "Smash Roster Potentials" are added to SCP-4230's pages. - Researcher Chudley Media: Halo First appearance: Halo: Combat Evolved Date of Publishing: February 2nd 2021 SCP-4230 User: SecureCockPenis69420 Description: John Halo is the character of John-117 from the Halo video game franchise with only two major differences. The first difference is that his name has changed from John-117 to John Halo and all characters refer to him as such. The second difference is that in all background information written about John Halo's MJOLNIR armor, it is described that it has a built-in feature to masturbate him. Notes on Containment: This is a prime example of the wiki being used to change a character in an existing work rather than creating something wholly original. As for containment, most people outside of Halo had already just assumed that his name was Halo so not much had to be done on people remembering things. As for the OTHER aspect, we had to spread that yes… Master Chief's suit does in fact jerk him off. -Researcher Chudley Media: All Texts pertaining to the years 1905 to 2002 in a Non-fictional capacity First appearance: November 17 1905 Date of Publishing: March 3 2021 SCP-4230 User: PeppaPigsStrongestSoldier1337 Description: Simo Häyhä 17 December 1905 – 1 April 2002), often referred to by his nickname, The White Death was a Finnish military sniper in World War II during the 1939–1940 Winter War against the Soviet Union. (Rest of the Article was omitted as it is general public knowledge) Notes on Containment: We were scratching our heads in an attempt to figure out what this SCP-4230 article meant. Everyone in the department knows about this famous Finnish Sniper but after doing an investigation we were unable to conclude that the human being known as Simo Hayha actually existed. No birth records, although a burial plot does exist. Being curious, I interviewed our staff and learned they’d all seen references to Hayha in the previous month which is most likely how we were all affected. I can only surmise that when nonfictional media is edited, the new information is retroactive and you believe that it was something you always knew about. Thus, I came to a horrifying conclusion, if SCP-4230 can alter Nonfictional materials it can just invent events and people and none of us would be any the wiser. We may need to update the Risk class on this thing, and maybe the disruption too. I think we might be dealing with a substantially powerful reality bender here… - Researcher Chudley Addendum 4230.01: In the process of trying to contain SCP-4230, the Foundation arrested and interrogated over 1,000 people, most of which were not actual members of GoI-5869 and had simply found SCP-4230 on their own. These civilians either browsed it or sometimes made accounts to begin adding content. Such people have been omitted from the document, amnesticized, and sent home. The following interviews are from Foundation raids in which a member of GoI-5869 was captured. Interview: PoI-6941/BasilOregano1977 Close Real Name: James Phillips Age: 40 Background: On May-9-2021, MTF-Sigma 27 raided the house of James Phillips. James was found in his basement transferring over 2TB of Twi’lek pornography along with a server that was acting as a node of SCP-4230. MTF-Sigma 27 recovered the servers as well as detaining Mr. Phillips. The following is from the interview conducted by Researcher Chudley. The subject is wearing a Scranton Reality Vest3. [Begin Log] Chudley: So Mr. Phillips is it? James: What’s it to you, soy boy? Chudley: Oh so you're one of “those” Star Wars fans. James: What are you trying to say? Chudley: Well we did find you in your mother’s basement but I’m not here to discuss living conditions. James: Where do you live then? I can’t imagine Foundation dorms are that comfy. Chudley: That's classified. Anyways, back on topic. Tell me why you posted on the Fanon Wiki. James: Did you clap? Chudley: Excuse me? James: When old man Glup Shitto showed up to sell Rey deathsticks on Jakku did you clap? Chudley: Of course I did. James: Or when he Glupped all over Emperor Palpatine in the Rise of Skywalker? Chudley: I hooted and hollered when I rewatched Episode IX for the research. James: I was just trying to give Star Wars fans a character to rally behind, I didn’t do anything wrong. Chudley: Yes you did James, Star Wars isn’t yours to meddle with, nor are the minds of their viewers. Chudley: Let’s talk about the person who created this Fanon Wiki in the first place. Why did they do it? James: You talkin' about PeppaPig’sStrongestSoldier? His plans are beyond your understanding. Chudley: Try me. James: I'd never tell a fascist like you anything. Chudley: Are you sure about that James? Speaking of your mother, I could tell her about what you've been saying on the Internet. James: Whoa, whoa, whoa man. Not my mom, I… I seriously don't know anything about Peppa, other than they had some big project they were gonna release for the wiki. Chudley: See? Was that so hard? I think we're done here, take him away. [End Log] Interview: PoI-6942/CocaineForHoes2006 Close Real Name: Bartholomew Wentworth Age: 19 Background: On May-28-2021, MTF Sigma-27 raided the house of Cocaineforhoes2006, an Engineering student Otaku living in Oakland, California. Sigma 27 found another node of the Wiki and subsequently captured it. The men requested that they be given Hazmat gear before capturing another one of these Gamers after Cocaineforhoes2006, pushed one of them into a group of dakimakura that appeared to be covered in [DATA EXPUNGED]. Request is still pending [Begin Log] Chudley: So Cocaineforhoes2006…. I thought you guys were about weed. Cocaine: Weed is for the lesser gamers, we in the mean streets of Oakland use pure Colombian cocaine! Chudley: I’m reading here in your file that you’ve never touched Cocaine… Mr. Bartholomew Wentworth. Bart:: Uh…. homie can dream. [Chudley sighs.] Chudley: Mr. Wentworth can you please explain your entry on the Fanon wiki? I don’t… why…why a gun? Bart:: …What do you mean? Chudley: I’m not a Tokusatsu guy by any means but like… you couldn’t have picked anything cooler than Kamen Rider Gun? Kamen Rider…50 Cal? Kamen Rider…I dunno, Assault? Kamen Rider 12 Gauge, even? Bart: Well there are so many riders with weapon names but not any who are named after firearms and use them. So thus, Kamen Rider Gun had to be born. Chudley: And you picked Blade because…. Bart:: Because its fuckin funny man! The season of swords and one guy’s got a gun? Chudley: One of them already has a gun! [Bartholomew visibly cringes, pulling his head back] Bart: Dude, stop being so cringe! Chudley: Ughhh…can you tell me a-about…PeppaPig’s…StrongestSoldier? Bart: Like from the Peppa Pig Fanon Wiki or ours? Chudley: Stop yanking my chain, Bartholomew. The people above me are expecting results and if I don't get them I might have to start getting a little drastic. Bart: Drastic? Drastic how? Chudley: Well they usually don't like me telling people but. [Inaudible whispering is heard as Chudley leans into Bart's ear.] [Bart starts to look visibly distressed.] Bart: N-no! Not the femur breaker! Peppa said that he had the ultimate joke planned! One that would turn conspiracy theorists on their heads! Chudley: Wow it's that easy huh? Usually, people hold out a little longer than that. Bart: W-wait, you were bullshitting? Chudley: Of course! We don't throw people in the femur breaker…. anymore. This interview is concluded. MTF take him away and please… leave his femurs alone. [End Log] Addendum 4230.02: A breakthrough occurred on June-6-2021 when PoI-6940 posted an article on SCP-4230. Foundation Webcrawlers were able to ping their true IP address before it changed at the last millisecond. MTF Sigma-27 was deployed to the location to apprehend PoI-6940. Incident Log:4230-01 – hide block Real Name: Matthias Solomon Age: 25 Background: During the previously specified raid, Sigma-27 pressed forward into the basement, spotting PoI-6940 who escaped using their reality-bending powers, leaving PoI-6943 aka Matthias Solomon behind who was promptly restrained by MTF Sigma-27. [Begin Log] [Several members of Sigma-27 are seen holding onto the limbs of Solomon as one of them prepares to place a Scranton Reality Vest onto their person] S-27-2: Keep him held down until I get the damn vest on him! [S-27-1 enters the room as S-27-2 finishes securing the vest. S-27-1 approaches Solomon and begins to speak with him.] S-27-1: Sorry if that was a little rough, your little cell has been a bit of a flight risk. I just need you to answer some questions and you'll be good to go. First off, where is Peppa Pig? Solomon: Your mother's house! You won't find him! The most epic of gamers' lives to troll another day! S-27-1: C'mon man is all the secrecy worth it? I'm sure you all are tired of running from safehouse to safe house so you can have all have a uhhh, "Amogus" in Nier: Automata? Whatever the hell those are. Solomon: It is worth it! We've done something else to secure a better future for the world. [Solomon bursts into uncontrolled laughter.] S-27-1 (sighs), I don't think were getting anything out of this one. Secure the anomalous tech and we'll see if the eggheads can't come up with something. [END LOG] Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:Permission to edit SCP-4230 To: Site-78 Director Leah Richter From: Pataphysics Researcher Gregory Chudley Subject: Permission to edit SCP-4230 Hello Director. After Incident 4230-01, I have drafted aProtocol "Flame War" which I will be sending in an attachment to you. I think we can both agree that PoI-6940 is a threat we can ignore no longer and we need to be proactive in containment. With your permission, I would like to use the website to wage psychological warfare against the Gamers in an attempt to get one of them to reveal their locations to us. To: Pataphysics Researcher Gregory Chudley From: Site-78 Director Leah Richter Subject: Permission to edit SCP-4230 Chudley, I am at my wits end with this investigation. We do not have the money for any more raids and while the proposal you sent is highly unprofessional, it is extremely cost effective. PoI-6940 had drained enough of our resources. I'll approve this proposal but if they aren't apprehended by the end of the month, I'll have to consider transferring this to another site. Addendum 4230.03: On June-24-2021, an account registered under the name of "Peppa'sBane" was established by Researcher Chudley for the sole purpose of enacting Protocol "Flame War". While it is currently impossible to delete articles, the standard account can edit and create them. It is not currently recommended that any more SCP-4230-A entities are created by the foundation. The following is a record of the edit history of the "Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way" page by PoI-6944, aka "TaraGilesbie86" performed by Researcher Chudley. PoI-6944 is believed to be a co-author of SCP-4230 given they have the second largest amount of edits on the site. Chudley's edits are presented in purple while Tara's are presented in green. Iteration 1 Iteration 2 Iteration 3 Iteration 4 Character Name: Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way Media: Harry Potter Franchise First appearance: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's/Philosopher's Stone Date of Publishing: June 28 2021 SCP-4230 User: TaraGilesbie86 Description: Originally from the fanfiction My Immortal, Ebony appears in the Philosopher's Stone as a deuteragonist to Harry Potter, often clashing with him as she is infatuated and in love with Draco Malfoy; helping him with his schemes. The plot of the Harry Potter books and movies continues on as normal with a few changes, with this added character, however it is made clear that Dark’ness is Harry’s Inferior. One of these changes is that Ebony discovers the truth about Horcruxes in the Chamber of Secrets, also deducing that Harry is a Horcrux. Information in hand she drowns Harry Potter in a toilet before subsequently reviving him, making his later quest easier. The only major alteration of note from the standard narrative occurs in the last book, The Deathly Hallows. In the final battle between Harry and Voldemort, Ebony comes out of nowhere and decapitates Voldemort with the Sword of Gryffindor. In the Epilogue, it is revealed that Ebony married Draco and had his kids. Comments: Peppa'sBane: Hello Tara! I loved your article but I thought that Ebony should be a less intrusive character in the Harry Potter story, let's keep things close to the original narrative. Character Name: Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way Media: Harry Potter Franchise First appearance: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's/Philosopher's stone Date of Publishing: June 28 2021, 5 minutes after previous edit SCP-4230 User: TaraGilesbie86 Description: Originally from the fanfiction My Immortal, Ebony appears in the Philosopher's Stone as the Protagonist, often clashing with Harry Potter as she is infatuated and in love with Draco Malfoy; helping him with his schemes. In the second book Ebony sabotages Harry and Ron's flying car, wounding Ron Weasley after it crashes on the way to Hogwarts. He is in a coma for the rest of the series. She also discovers the truth about Horcruxes in the Chamber of Secrets, also deducing that Harry is a Horcrux. Information in hand she drowns Harry Potter in a toilet before subsequently reviving him, making his later quest easier. The plot of the Harry Potter books and movies continues on as normal with this added character, however it is made clear that Dark’ness is Harry’s Inferior. The only major alteration of note from the standard narrative occurs in the last book, The Deathly Hallows. In the final battle between Harry and Voldemort, Ebony comes out of nowhere and decapitates Voldemort with the Sword of Gryffindor. In the Epilogue, it is revealed that Ebony married Draco and had his kids. Comments: Peppa'sBane: Hello Tara! I loved your article but I thought that Ebony should be a less intrusive character in the Harry Potter story, let's keep things close to the original narrative. TaraGilesbie86: I highly disagree, Rowling's initial narrative was lacking in a decent protagonist. You must be some mangy Hufflepuff if you think that the story wasn't improved by my OC. I've also gotten rid of that insufferable Ron. That will teach you for marrying Hermione you fuckin little ginger. Character Name: Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way Media: Harry Potter Franchise First appearance: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's/Philosopher's Stone Date of Publishing: June 28 2021, 5 minutes after previous edit SCP-4230 User: TaraGilesbie86 Description: Originally from the fanfiction My Immortal, Ebony is a low-tier Mary Sue esque OC. She has no place inside Harry Potter and is relegated to a background character with no speaking lines and is killed during that Battle of Hogwarts. Ebony appears in the Philosopher's Stone as the Protagonist, often clashing with Harry Potter as she is infatuated and in love with Draco Malfoy; helping him with his schemes. In the second book Ebony sabotages Harry and Ron's flying car, wounding Ron Weasley after it crashes on the way to Hogwarts. He is in a coma for the rest of the series. One of these changes is that Ebony discovers the truth about Horcruxes in the Chamber of Secrets, also deducing that Harry is a Horcrux. With information in hand she drowns Harry Potter in a toilet before subsequently reviving him, making his later quest easier. The plot of the Harry Potter books and movies continues on as normal with this added character, however, it is made clear that Dark’ness is Harry’s Inferior. The only major alteration of note from the standard narrative occurs in the last book, The Deathly Hallows. In the final battle between Harry and Voldemort, Ebony comes out of nowhere and decapitates Voldemort with the Sword of Gryffindor. In the Epilogue, it is revealed that Ebony married Draco and had his kids. Comments: Peppa'sBane: Hello Tara! I loved your article but I thought that Ebony should be a less intrusive character in the Harry Potter story, let's keep things close to the original narrative. TaraGilesbie86: I highly disagree, Rowling's initial narrative was lacking in a decent protagonist. You must be some mangy Hufflepuff if you think that the story wasn't improved by my OC. I've also gotten rid of that insufferable Ron. That will teach you for marrying Hermione you fuckin little ginger. Peppa'sBane: Well I think that your a spoiled brat who was given powers that you don't deserve and instead you spend it here trying to insert your own characters into other people's work. Why don't you go outside for once, touch grass maybe? Character Name: Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way Media: Harry Potter Franchise First appearance: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's/Philosopher's stone Date of Publishing: June 28 2021 SCP-4230 User: TaraGilesbie86 Description: Originally from the fanfiction My Immortal, Ebony appears in the Philosopher's Stone as the Protagonist, often clashing with Harry Potter as she is infatuated and in love with Draco Malfoy; helping him with his schemes. In the second book Ebony sabotages Harry and Ron's flying car, wounding Ron Weasley after it crashes on the way to Hogwarts. He is in a coma for the rest of the series. In the third book she encounters Peppa's Bane and roasts him like the STUPID TROLL THAT HE IS. The plot of the Harry Potter books and movies continues on as normal with a few changes with this added character, however, it is made clear that Dark’ness is Harry’s Inferior. One of these changes is that Ebony discovers the truth about Horcruxes in the Chamber of Secrets, also deducing that Harry is a Horcrux. Information in hand she drowns Harry Potter in a toilet before subsequently reviving him, making his later quest easier. The only major alteration of note from the standard narrative occurs in the last book, The Deathly Hallows. In the final battle between Harry and Voldemort, Ebony comes out of nowhere and decapitates Voldemort with the Sword of Gryffindor. In the Epilogue, it is revealed that Ebony married Draco and had his kids. Comments: Peppa'sBane: Hello Tara! I loved your article but I thought that Ebony should be a less intrusive character in the Harry Potter story, let's keep things close to the original narrative. TaraGilesbie86: I highly disagree, Rowling's initial narrative was lacking in a decent protagonist. You must be some mangy Hufflepuff if you think that the story wasn't improved by my OC. I've also gotten rid of that insufferable Ron. That will teach you for marrying Hermione you fuckin little ginger. Peppa'sBane: Well I think that you are a spoiled brat who was given powers that you don't deserve and instead you spend it here trying to insert your characters into other people's work. Why don't you go outside for once, touch grass maybe? TaraGilesbie86: Who do you think you are you little bitch! Do you know who I am? I'm a member of Gamers Against Weed Damn it! I could turn your cock into a pretzel with a snap of my fingers. Your screen and keyboard are protecting you but I bet you're nothing but a loser on the other side! Peppa'sBane: How about you fight me IRL? Where are you at? I'll come to kick your ass. TaraGilesbie86: My address is at 42 Oakland Street, Omaha Nebraska! I'm not afraid of transphobic neckbeards like you. Friggin Rowling-oid. Interview: PoI-6944/TaraGilesbie86 Close Real Name: [DATA NOT FOUND] Age: Believed to be 22 Background: On June-25-2021, MTF Sigma-27 headed to the coordinates procured by Researcher Chudley and raided the underground safe house of PoI-6944 the first of these members to have no known real-world alias. MTF-Sigma 27 subdued the subject and brought them in for questioning. Along with PoI-6944's recovered node was a variety of encrypted hard drives that Foundation data recovery analysts expect might take months to decrypt. [Begin Log] [Chudley enters the room with Sigma-27-1 standing guard by the prisoner at the desk.] Chudley: At ease, Sergeant. I can take it from here. S-27-1: Duly noted. The woman wanted you to have this tablet. Said someone important was to be contacting you on it. [Chudley takes the tablet from them and places it on the table.] Chudley: Alright, we’ll see who comes a-callin'. Did she give you any trouble? S-27-1: Nah, you know these guys are harmless, especially with the vest. Chudley: Still a pain in my ass though. Hello Tara, it's me, Peppa's Bane. I have to ask, did you create My Immortal? Tara: (Chuckles) Maybe? Maybe not? No one knows. Chudley: But aren’t you Tara Gilesbie? Tara: It’s my screen name. Chudley: What about your real name? Tara: Erased from reality. You’ll never know if I’m the genuine article. Chudley: Speaking of articles, judging by what we found and you dodging one of my questions. I think you had something to do with this. Tara: Well… maybe I did. It was just for fun. I swear! Chudley: It always is with you Gamer types. Why did you create the wiki? [Tara mutters.] Chudley: Sorry I didn’t hear you, F- what? Tara: Fortnite. Chudley: The… battle royale? Tara: Yeah, Peppa Pig and I were playing Fortnite one day and they were like “I really wish Shaun Saxum was in Fortnite with a Ram Ranch skin.” Chudley: The podcaster? I mean that’s a good wish but… did you create an anomaly for a Fortnite character? Tara: Not just Shaun Saxum, but other figures in the anomalous writing community. Like Kilerpoyo and NDHeckfire too! And we thought we’d just get away with it because everybody is in Fortnite and no one would question it. But then we thought the wiki was really fun so we made it open so anyone can use it! Chudley: All of you are irresponsible children. You have the abilities of telekinesis and reality warping and you…modify video games. Tara: Well you’re a fascist who locks us up and erases our memories and probably listens to Ben Shapiro. So who's the real winner? Chudley: Uh me. You're in my custody. Tara: I may be, but we completed our grand joke. And now we will be the ones laughing. [Suddenly the Tablet turns on, startling Chudley and a voice emits from the device.] Tablet: Is this researcher Greg Chudley of the SCP Foundation? Tara: Better pick that up, Hufflepuff. They've been dying to talk to you. I can't wait to see your face when they tell you what we've done! Chudley: Sigma-27-1, get the prisoner out of here now and tell someone to start tracing the signal. [Sigma-27-1 nods and grabs the unruly Tara, dragging her out of the cell.] Chudley: Chudley speaking. How do you know my name? Tablet: I saw what you did to Solomon and I took an interest. A villain for my story. It didn't take long for me to learn all about you and the site you work at. Chudley: I guess we need better security, but who are you exactly? Tablet: Who do you think? Your Adversary. Chudley: …..Peppa Pig. Tablet: The one and only. Chudley: Where are you, Peppa? We can settle this peacefully. We already have four of your associates. Tablet: The Fanon Wiki will continue operation as long as I have the master server. They were just pawns in my grand game. Chudley: And what game is that? Tablet: I have many goals, most of them beyond your understanding. Chudley: Try me. Tablet: I assume you found the Simo Hayha article? Chudley: Yeah what in the hell was that? That's a really random historical figure to make up. Tablet: Well I figured my made-up country of Finland needed a few heroes. Chudley: W-wait… made up? What are you talking about? You didn't invent Finland. Tablet: Didn't I? I had a lot of pages privated, so why don't you take a look? [The Tablet began opening up various windows to various pages on SCP-4230. Articles with titles like Japan-Soviet Relations, Nokia, Trans-Siberian Railway, Finland, and Winter War amongst others.] Chudley: W-wait… Finland? Finland isn't real? Tablet: You mean the area formerly known as Greater Estonia? Surprise! Finland isn't real! Chudley: What about all of the people that live there? Their passports and billboards, official documents… Tablet: All edited. In their minds the surrounding towns in Sweden, Russia, and Estonia are a part of Finland. But Finland is merely an extension of Estonia. I don't know how it happened, but my powers have grown to the point where I can edit any piece of media with this wiki. Chudley: I don't understand. You come into these new narrative powers and the first thing you do is change the name of Greater Estonia to Finland? Tablet: Well after I made that Simo Hayha article as a joke and realized that I could edit non-fiction with my abilities, I had a thought… what if I made my own country! Chudley: Why did you pick Greater Estonia? How did you even come up with the name? Tablet: Oh well Estonia has always had this big swath of untouched land above it with hardly any inhabitants so I decided to make up some history for it. I invented new racial backgrounds, and companies that did business with it, and I invented this whole fake war, the Winter War! Chudley: And the name? Tablet: Remember the Doodlebob episode of SpongeBob? Where Patrick gets hit on the head and exclaims "FINLAND!". Chudley: Yeah he was referring to the real country….. Tablet: Nope! The joke was that it was made up… until now! Chudley: God… but what about documentaries, movies, and TV about Finland? There's so much here that you've written, what kind of person has the time to edit all of this media? Tablet: Redditors. Chudley: Redditors? Tablet: Yeah I started a whole creative writing contest on r/History to have people write submissions once I'd put the idea of Finland into their heads. Then I used AI and made some cool characters, like Simo Hayha, the White Death. Chudley: But why would you do this? What is the point of inventing a whole country!? There's no way that Bluntfiend or Lesbian_Gengar would allow you to do this… it's just too malicious. Tablet: That is where you're wrong, Chud boy. I pitched to them a model for a better world. A country that placed first in education, gender equality, diversity, and full universal healthcare! It would be a place for all to aspire to. The ultimate utopia! A beacon of hope in a mad world. And that's not all… [The tablet starts pulling up pictures of hundreds of legal documents with one name signed on all of them.] Tablet: THAT'S RIGHT, CHUDLEY, I OWN FINLAND! KING PeppaPig'sStrongestSoldier1337! I OWN EVERYTHING ALL THE IRON, ALL THE FISH, ALL THE FINNS, I'M EVEN THE CEO OF NOKIA WHICH IS JUST A SHELL COMPANY FOR GAMERS AGAINST WEED! I EVEN INVENTED A FINNISH LANGUAGE THAT I BASED ON JAPANESE BECAUSE I'M A WEEB! Chudley: No. That's not possible! Estonia just leased you that land? Is it still a part of Estonia? Tablet: It never was a part of Estonia! It was ceded to create Finland in 1941! And the Estonian government is under the conclusion that they did just that! Chudley: Those are all solid explanations, Peppa. But you've revealed your trump card. It'll be easy tracking someone who profits so readily from Finland, not to mention its literal monarch. Tablet: But that's where you are wrong Chudley! I have over 10,000 shell companies and offshore bank accounts that I launder all my money through! Plus my current location is protected by so many anomalous protections from reality shifting, extradimensional shielding, and full memetic redirection. I could be in five places at once OR ON THE MOON! Chudley: You bastard… I'd have to admit you make somewhat of a point about the whole Finland thing. But I see the underlying joke of it all. By the nature of our foundation, we can't tell anyone about this. We have to keep protecting our narratives because if we don't the world would spiral into chaos. People who remembered the old timeline are just now labeled as conspiracy theorists, crazy "Finland Deniers" right? Tablet: Bingo! Thank you for playing along in my grand game. I'm sure this won't be the last time we see each other, Researcher Chudley! [End Log] Note from Site Director Leah Richter: Due to the revelations of this interview, SCP-4230 has been reclassified from clearance level 3 to 4 and upgraded from Disruption class Ekhi to Amida. Personnel are to standby until a decision has been made by the O5 council on how the Foundation is to proceed in relations with "Finland" and our "Finnish" branch. Footnotes 1. Engaging members of GaW through wiki edits to slip their locations 2. Release the latest protagonist of Fire Emblem into Smash 3. A wearable Scranton Reality Anchor, meant for nullifying the powers of reality benders ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4230" by SYTYCFanon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4230. 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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Continue Back to Front Page THE FOLLOWING ARTICLE CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT.1 FoldUnfold Table of Contents Meat Chapter excerpt from the textbook "Reality Altering Beings: Socioeconomics, Mental Illness, and Diagnostic Criteria" published 2014 Frog in a Boiling Pot Item #: SCP-4231 December 2nd, 1988 Document SCP-4231-2-A Excerpt from the confiscated document "The Curious Case of SCP-4231-B" Pigs (Thirteen Different Ones) Regarding the Montauk Chamber: Excerpt from the confiscated 1994 document “Notes on Montauk” A Brief Quote on the Ichabod Campaign From Someone Many People Want To Kill Greyhound ad undas Chestnut The 80 Hours SCP-4231-B Test Notes thats ‘doctor’ asshole to you Three Scenes from an Exciting New Industry May 23rd, 1989 On the northern edge of an aquatic containment chamber somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, 2005 Meat On 8/29/1989, Commander Richard ABLE (IO) was requested to interview Commander Allen HALL, who led the first team of responding Foundation personnel into the town of North Access, Cornwall after receiving a direct phone call to the response and dispatch office of the Site-34 outpost in the outskirts of London, approximately 1.3 hours south of the city. The Interview took place at the Site-34 Investigation and Interview lab on 9/02/1989. IO began an initial line of questioning with HALL regarding the general nature of the radio signal as appearing to the outpost. HALL indicated that the outpost had received the signal on the main radar sweep at roughly 2000 hours three days before the initial mission. HALL clarified that he had no teams dispatched at the time of the beacon, and that the radio sweep signaling serviced by the outpost was for responders only and was not serviced by non-Foundation agents, leading him to believe the contact was “of anomalous origin”. The call consisted of the sound of rushing water. HALL could not recall if any other background noises could be detected in the audio of the radio signal. Suspecting a computer error, HALL ended the signal prematurely and returned to attending work. At approximately 0800 hours the following day, the main line of the Site-34 outpost received a second signal, which was received by dispatcher David SHMITT, who indicated to HALL a similar peculiarity with the sound of rushing water. SHMITT indicated in subsequent interviews that he was unaware of any distinct voices or background noise. HALL instructed SHMITT to triangulate the signal, which was narrowed to the general area of North Access, Cornwall. Once a location had been determined, the signal was terminated. HALL stated that he did not believe that there were any changes in the content of the signal by the time of the termination. IO inquired as to why the investigation was not perused immediately after the second beacon. HALL stated that under normal procedure, a non-Foundation beacon is not sufficient to warrant an investigation, but that the audio being transmitted by the signal showed abnormal background radiation consistent with unstable weak Hume fields. HALL stated that, following the two signaling events, he suggested that he take a crew to investigate the address on the signal’s tracking, concerned about possible anomalous activity affecting the area. HALL assembled a team consisting of SHMITT (dispatcher), Amy WEATSTONE (containment investigator), Ron SHULTZ (MTF), and Rodrik GRIMSKY (technical analysist). The five drove a standard Foundation response vehicle and left the facility at 2000 hours. HALL reported that, because of the size of North Access, the town was not listed on standard maps and had to be located using Foundation estimation prior to departure. Allen had worked at a meat packing plant in college. He hadn’t minded it much, actually; most of what he did was a lot of slicing and butchering, and, when you really came down to it, that wasn’t a terrible way to make a little over minimum wage per hour. What had bothered him was the smell. The meat was killed and skinned next door, and he’d cut them up fresh in the fridge and hang the carcasses up on hooks to drip. It was a bloody, fresh kind of smell at first, and the meat they actually packaged was relatively fresh save for a little of that, and all things considered he could work with the bloody smell. The smell that bothered him came from the disposed parts he pulled out with a gloved hand and threw into buckets to his left or right- entrails, organs, a stomach here, a heart there, the biology part of the job wasn’t really something that they taught them in training. What he pulled out was relatively nondescript, without definition- an all-encompassing substance of bloody, homogenous gore. Slice and dice, motherfucker. Open the stomach and out with the guts. Like carving a pumpkin. All the nondescript entrails went into the nondescript plastic trash bin. He dreaded when it would get full once or twice a shift, and then the time would come and he would push it on its squeaky wheels over to the grinder. Dump it in, let the machine roar and cough at bits of bone and flesh, and then out would come the pink paste like a bloated, infected finger, a tube of pink shit interlaced with hair and bone between crushed flesh. God knows what they did with it, but that- that would smell. Shit from the entrails, piss from the bladder, blood from everything the fuck else. Another breed of nondescript, homogenous gore. So on that warm August evening as Allen drove the team into North Access, he denied smelling it at first because he’d thought, truly, that he’d never smell it again. But it was there. And when they got closer, it got stronger. HALL stated that approximately half a mile from the outskirts of the town, WEATSTONE inquired to him about the increasing smell permeating the vicinity, to which HALL responded, quote, “Oh, sweet Jesus, it’s bodies”. “Should we-like- god, I don’t know, call for backup or something?” asked David from two seats back. The van bounced over a pothole, and Allen could hear Amy in the passenger’s seat suck in a quick breath of fear. “Not yet,” said Allen. “I might be wrong. Ron, you’ve seen some shit, what do you think?” “It’s something rotting, yeah,” answered the Task Force agent sitting directly behind him. He sounded harrowed, but certain. “It has to be.” Allen nodded silently, anxiety gnawing at his stomach. The five of them sat in silence. Suddenly he wished more than anything that he'd waited until morning for this- the van’s brights illuminated the road directly in front of them, flanked by sparse trees and farmland on either side. The road was deserted. “How many fucking bodies does it take to smell like that?” whispered Rodrik from the far back of the van, and he heard it and almost wished he hadn’t, because that was exactly the thought that was churning his insides. How many cows did he have to butcher before the grinder meat happened? Two? Three? And that was relatively fragrant to start with. How many fucking bodies did it take to smell it before they even entered the town? “I don’t know,” he responded. Because he didn’t. And he was scared- “Oh my god,” exhaled Amy, “Oh my god, Allen!” He slammed on the breaks just in time to bring the van to a screeching halt in front of a large, low shape, resting on the road. Illuminated by the headlights, Allen was initially terrified because of the sight of fur- he remembered, briefly, the parade of cow hides, the matted sight of hair and blood. It was a dead horse, and it was rotting. Chapter excerpt from the textbook "Reality Altering Beings: Socioeconomics, Mental Illness, and Diagnostic Criteria" published 2014 The Cornwall Incident: What Happened? In the early morning of August 1st, 1989, a small team of containment investigators from London enter the small town of North Access, Cornwall- a town of roughly 1,000 residents with an occult history- after receiving several suspicious calls from the location. Upon entering the outskirts of the town, the team quickly encounter a rotting stench so strong they are apprehensive as to their own ability to handle what they might find, and, before they are able to enter the town itself, their path is blocked by a dead horse in the road, severely rotted and desiccated. It is at this point that the team calls for backup. By 2 am, three additional containment vans arrive at the entrance to the town. Together, they are able to move the animal’s body from the road. By 3 am, the four teams are able to inch forward roughly a quarter of a mile down the road before they come across the body of a severely desiccated man in his early 40s. They must move his body to proceed. Dutifully, Commander Hall and his crew drag the rotting body to the side of the road to allow the vehicles to pass. By 4 am, Site-34 in London receives word that there are more bodies. By 5 am, Site-56 in Ireland is contacted to send additional vehicles. In fact, they’re contacted to send in a list of squads. North Access is now a locked down crime scene. It will remain so for the next six months. This will become the single most deadly Type Green massacre in history, with an estimated 1,200 people found dead- 1,000 residents and 200 GOC responders from the Ichabod campaign, notorious for killing hordes of reality benders throughout the 80s using the now outdated four class Kant-based diagnostic method. No animals in the area remained alive aside from eight individuals- six pregnant women and a man with a baby- recovered in poor condition. There were signs of heavy flash flooding, but the lake was completely dry. It couldn’t have happened more than three days before. What happened? The truth- as it would soon become apparent- lay in a heavy romantic interaction between two reality benders, dubbed “A” and “B” by investigators… Frog in a Boiling Pot 99% of Type Greens undergo the following sequence of psychological changes as their powers progress. PHASE 1: Denial: The subject refuses to acknowledge their ability to warp reality. The Type Green will attempt to rationalize away their abilities by various means. In some cases, the Type Green will end here: their ability will be self-suppressed, and they will not proceed. However, most then proceed to: PHASE 2: Experimentation: The subject acknowledges their abilities and begins to test the limits of their powers. In general, Type Greens tend to experiment in one of two patterns: slowly, methodically, and carefully, advancing a small amount at a time, or in a small number of sudden jumps. In any case, the subject will generally remain in this mode for some time, before proceeding to: PHASE 3: Stability: The subject reaches the limit of their powers, and determines the boundaries of their abilities. The Type Green achieves control over their reality shifts, and can manipulate them as necessary. More importantly, they can choose not to utilize their abilities, if needed. Phase 3 is usually characterized by attempts to live a "normal" life. The subject will continue in normal routines, and aside from necessary precautions to prevent losing control, will utilize their abilities only in private, and only in a manner that will not harm others. These Type Greens may be classified as Threat Level 1 (monitor, do not engage), but should be monitored closely, due to the risk of proceeding to Phase 4. PHASE 4: The Child-God: Sadly, the majority of Type Greens will eventually progress to Phase 4. During this phase, the reality bender becomes obsessed with the power it possesses and will attempt to utilize it for personal gain at the cost of others. This phase is marked by reduced empathy for other humans, inability to accept personal faults, and increased megalomania. Although warning signs are numerous, the key aspect of a Phase 4 is the use of their abilities to manipulate other humans. Teenage and young adult Type Greens will typically use their abilities for sexual purposes… -PHYSICS Division Field Manual 13: Special Circumstances, Humanoid Threat Entities, Published 1984. When they were teenagers she first touched him. They were lying in bed at his house and it was dark, and Lilly knew he wasn’t asleep because he was staring at the ceiling but she did it anyway and maybe pretended that he was asleep, and he owed it to her. He owed this to her, because it must suck, it must suck to always ask and have him always say no, to want him and to always get no as an answer. Sometimes you need to make compromises, he tells himself, in a relationship. Sometimes you need to let it happen for the other person’s sake. So it was raining outside and she touched his chest. There was rain on the roof and rain on the windows and she touched his hips. There was rain on the street and clouds in the sky and she touched him right below the elastic band of his boxers, manicured nails and tips of fingers. The light post outside casts light through the rain and she touches the hair between his legs and his heart picks up speed and at the time he thought it was arousal but would learn later in his life that it was fear and would also learn that there is a fine, Fine, line between the two, And she goes down a little farther, And he feels everything, And she touches the soft skin of the space between his thigh and his crotch, And his heart beats fast and his chest hurts, And then she slides up two of her fingers and touches him and he lets her because he owes this to her, Owes this to her, Owes this to her, You need to be able to do some things for love. Her fingers are on his penis now and he thinks, be aroused. Get turned on. You’re lucky to have her. She curls up to him, blond hair and thin body and the rain outside, sleeping in her jeans, arching her body against strips of orange lamp light filtering through the blinds. You need to do something. Her entire hand is down his pants now, and there is a hot white fear of a thousand lines crossed that keeps him pinned in place like a deer in the headlights. He feels frozen. His heart pounds at her silhouette; for a moment she looks like a predator to him, like something skeletal and powerful, something with a mouth full of canine teeth, and just when she touches the head of his penis it comes rushing in so quickly that his ears ring and he grabs her arm a bit too harshly, too carelessly, too quickly. “Francis.” muses Lilly. Looking back he sees this as their first encounter, the first time she enters what he would know in another life to be phase two; the phase of power, of control. She’s a goddess, and that isn’t a good thing. For a second, Francis thinks she’s about to throw him off for even daring to touch her. Her eyes are obscured in the light and ridges of her spine are poking out one by one, all the way down her back, just under her skin; she takes his other hand and presses it to her own hip, under her shirt, and he can feel the top of her panties numbly through the buzzing daze but it does not feel like he wants it to feel and he hates it, hates it, hates it— “Francis.” She says when he struggles, trying to work his hand back from under hers against her side, and this time it’s a warning. Her other hand is still on his cock, frozen, and the whole world is intensified, too bright, saturated with hazy light of numb fear like pinworms under his skin, wriggling, jolting. Her other hand sliding his own right under the ridge of her panties, there’s a silhouette of horns like when they were children but it’s just the bare outline like a shadow against the back wall like a red outline from the orange window light that starts to flicker. His chest feels heavy and his soul feels compressed and the world feels stunned and all he thinks is how quickly this happened and how quickly they grew up recreating scenes from Poltergeist and changing the channels on the radio with their minds and bending pennies without touching them and you, you, you with your horns and hooves when you wanted them and you with your mouth filled up with teeth and you with your hunger stronger than his would ever be and that should have been the first indication, looking back, that Francis should have run from her- her with her angry silhouette with water drop shadows and her with her tongue that grew sharper and pierced ever so slightly deeper as they grew and her with her thousand eyes when he only had three and her with her hand around his cock that night with the rain but Francis was young and didn’t know better and Francis trusted her more than anyone and Francis might have even loved her in a strange, fearful way, because Francis didn’t run then and Francis never would until it ended five years later. He yanked her hand from his boxers. She does not talk to him for another week, but he feels her manicured nails and fingertips for a year afterward. He sleeps with his legs crossed for longer. Item #: SCP-4231 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4231 exists inside containment area 4231. Containment area 4231 is to be surrounded by a 4-mile-long fence under the guise of government occupation. The front and back doors of SCP-4231 are to be replaced by class 6 metal containment access doors, and all windows on the first floor are to remain boarded up to prevent entry. The entrance to SCP-4231-2 is to be contained by a 34 foot by 34-foot plywood slab placed over the lakebed opening, disguised as a sinkhole repair mechanism. SCP-4231-2 is only to be accessed via the basement of SCP-4231. SCP-2317 is to be removed and placed in separate Foundation containment. Description: SCP-4231 is a three-story house and residential business building in the former town of North Access, Cornwall, previously inhabited by two Type Green entities, SCP-4231-A and SCP-4231-B. SCP-4231-A is a 5’7” female, 28 years old, 150 pounds. Fair skin. Brown eyes. Blonde hair. Recently pregnant at time of death. Died of single gunshot wound to head; body found in upstairs bedroom of SCP-4231. Portrayed as the abuser of SCP-4231-B in all resident traumatic imprinting events. SCP-4231-B is a 5’3” male, 27 years old, 145 pounds. Fair skin. One eye blue, one eye green. Blonde hair. At time of recovery, exhibits extreme mental distress; not able to speak to responders coherently. Nose repeatedly broken. Blunt force scars on back of head, back shoulders, buttocks. Repeatedly vomiting water, blood. Kant counter readings indicate level 4 at time of rescue; readings reconcile to level 3 after subsequent hospitalization. Shows signs of heavy psychological trauma following recovery. Authorized for Containment Monitoring Parole (CMP) within the confines of the Foundation on 1/06/1990 (see attached personnel document). The effects of SCP-4231 are referred to as a direct result of violent and extended Type Green occupation of the building, compounded by the effects of the activation of SCP-2317, initially located in SCP-4231-3 directly under the lakebed of North Access. The surrounding town shows signs of extreme flash flooding and decay, and has not been occupied since incident 4231-CORNWALL is under recent development (see document 4231-SCRANTON). The lake itself is entirely drained of water, and the town of North Access has remained a consistent isolated drought affected area since 1989. SCP-4231 sits at the top of the lakeside of containment area 4231, and consists of a top story apartment, a ground-level shop area appearing to be that of a local florist, and a basement, which extends into the earth under the adjacent lake to join with the chamber of SCP-2317 (SCP-4231-3) via a narrow passageway. The top floor of SCP-4231 - designated SCP-4231-2 - shows extensive Type Green traumatic imprinting, to which it owes its anomalous properties. This pocket dimension is considered the most complete case study on imprinting to date, and is widely studied and referenced in conjunction with issues regarding Type Green psychology, violence, and mental illness. SCP-4231-2 consists of a kitchen, a bathroom, a bedroom, a nursery, a living room, and an interconnecting hallway. Activity within SCP-4231-2 varies in intensity with time, with seemingly little pattern. For list of events, refer to document SCP-4231-2-A. The basement of SCP-4231 is an unfinished basement housing miscellaneous storage, behind which an entryway to SCP-4231-3 is hidden. Blueprint of SCP-4231-3. Refer to attached documentation for key. Click for enlarged image. SCP-4231-3 is a tomb structure dating to medieval Europe that lies under the lakebed of North Access, Cornwall, bridged by a stone staircase descending from the basement of SCP-4231. It consists of 11 sections: SCP-4231-3-1-7: 5 by 5-meter uniform stone cells with iron doors; originally contained SCP-231-2 through SCP-231-7. Locks were initially impenetrable through non-anomalous means. Six days after initial recovery, Thaumatological specialists succeeded in damaging the locks to a maneuverable degree, allowing all SCP-231 instances to be evacuated. Doors have deliberately been left unlocked for the remainder of the structure’s containment. SCP-4231-3-8: Door frame of SCP-2317. SCP-2317 was removed and transported to proper containment shortly after recovery, leaving an unremarkable stone wall (it appears as if SCP-2317 was always regarded as an interdimensional portal as opposed to an adjoining room, and was affixed with no further structures on the other side). SCP-4231-3-9: Artifact room. Room sealed with 2 identical iron doors. Extensive archeological research and cataloguing has been undertaken in the 9th chamber, with roughly 1,943 separate artifacts recorded (see document SCP-4231-3-A for full list). Notable artifacts include exactly 500 human bones decorated with various strings and fabric (type of bone and types of wrapping vary widely throughout the collection), seven heavily decorated ritual altars, and elaborate carvings of a one-eyed horned beast, thought to resemble SCP-2317. “Binding prayer” (as translated from page 274 of the Erikesh Codex): “In a life before now, I was a powerful beast enslaved to a village, for whom I pulled carts of grain. I was fed and housed and walked among them, but was but a creature speaking their tongue, for which I grew dissatisfied. One night I broke free from my restraints and found myself running wildly in the forest, and the forest did bend around me; my feet were hail and my body thunder. I brought desolation for which I felt nothing, and the earth enabled me with submission. I ran for seven days and seven nights for which time I brought plague on what I did perceive. They called me ꙮ, thuem, web-spinner, the torn-asunder. On the seventh night I was reckless with fatigue and the world did not bend for me. I fell down a steep valley into the River Green; having struck my neck on a boulder, the holy river drowned me in starlight and boiled the flesh from my bones. No creature came for me, for there was no creatures of my kind. The river delivered me; oh how much agony I was in! My broken neck came to rest on the bank of a stream running through a farmer’s field, who was grazing his cattle. He said unto me, “I am not Kether, but I will save you, as you will save me.” He read a holy passage of the Green and carved into my broken neck words of forgiveness, then wrapped it in cloth and twine. I protected his family for four generations; spirit nor creature dared challenge me. The fourth generation blessed me and thanked me and delivered me unto the holy flame. Wildflowers did bloom in my ashes. My power returned to the earth, and I rested soundly. Mercy, mercy, mercy; great is the Red God who binds his angels to the waters. May heaven be merciful on my bones until the Lord pulls upon my yoke once more.” SCP-4231-3-10: 30-meter-long stone hallway, lit intermittently with torches. Various carvings depicting scenes from the Erikesh Codex adorn the walls (see document SCP-4231-3-B for full translations). SCP-4231-3-11: Stone staircase extending from the basement of SCP-4231. It is unknown how SCP-4231-3 came to be attached directly to the SCP-4231 house, which records show was built in early 1974. This raises the suspicion that SCP-4231-3 may be an intricate replication or creation by SCP-4231-A based on the text of the Erikesh Codex. This theory has not been disproved nor confirmed. Similarly poorly understood is how SCP-4231-3 remained entirely unflooded and undamaged in the course of the Cornwall Incident, thus protecting all SCP-231 instances from harm. This effect, too, is poorly understood. The ground floor of SCP-4231 is an inert flower shop. December 2nd, 1988 He arises from bed in the early hours of the morning when Lilly is beside him but the baby has not kicked yet for the first time. He still feels what she’s done to him- what she did to him in the dusk by the water- bruises down his back, then on his pelvis, then- he didn’t want to look that closely at himself. It’s the first time he’s gotten out of bed in two days. He feels disconnected, like his arms aren’t his arms and he exists slightly to the left of his body. It’s the first time he’s experienced that sensation since the night on the lake shore. It is not the last time he will experience it. Francis stands near the bedroom door for a moment, trying to decide if the ringing in his ears is real or not, then if his body is real or not. He isn’t sure where he’s going, but when he opens the door to the bedroom into the hallway he finds that there isn’t any place to go. The bathroom door across the hall has disappeared. The kitchen to the left is gone. if they ever existed in the first place, he wonders. But Francis is not one for wandering to check. Not now. “Hello?” he calls absently, soft and confused. The word doesn’t sound like his own. It echoes: hello? ello? lo? lo? lo? And if his voice hits a boundary- somewhere far into the hallway that’s extended past the house, past the tomb, past the lake and past North Access into a place he’s constructed without knowing it, where the water expands in an endless tide and to where all roads in his life now end- he does not hear it. And if Lilly hears it, she doesn’t stir. And if anything else were to hear it- Well. Document SCP-4231-2-A Event Type SCP-4231-2 Location Event Description Auditory Kitchen Argument lasting 2 minutes, 34 seconds. Brief dispute concerning finances. Auditory Bathroom Passing insult lasting 3 seconds in a laughing tone. Physical Living Room (Fireplace) Papers appearing to be some form of college schoolwork materialize along with fire in the hearth. Burns for approximately 3 hours before burning out. Auditory Bedroom Passing comment lasting 10 seconds. Regards B’s weight in conjunction to the relationship between A and B. Auditory, Physical Kitchen Argument lasting approximately 10 minutes, 24 seconds. Culminates in several comments from A regarding B’s apparent undesirability to both outside romantic and platonic interests alike. Imprint ends with bedroom door slamming shut. Auditory, Physical Kitchen 5 second apparition of a plate materializing, then smashing on the northern counter. Auditory Bathroom 1 hour, 14-minute argument of A insisting B tell her the truth. Physical Bedroom Blood spotting appears on the left side of the bed. Manifests for an average of 19 minutes at a time. Physical Bathroom Corpse of a severely mutilated adult female Maine Coon cat materializes hung from shower curtain rod. Cat writhes for approximately 3 minutes, 23 seconds before ceasing vital signs. Cat remains hanging from rod for approximately 43 hours, 21 minutes before dematerializing. Physical Hallway Hallway extends indefinitely on either end. Manifests in night hours only for an average of 10 hours, 34 minutes. Physical Entirety of SCP-4231-2 structure Entire SCP-4231-2 structure begins to replicate continuously upwards in a repeating pattern; end of hallway will attach with entryway leading from ground floor of SCP-4231 upwards, etc. Replicates continuously for approximately 80 hours before the effect ends. Physical Bedroom window, followed by entire SCP-4231 structure Initial event seen from bedroom window: two figures- A and B are seen on the beach below SCP-4231. Figures walk along shoreline for 12 minutes, 17 seconds before sitting down on a rocky portion of the shore, with A sitting to the left of B. Figures talk for 5 minutes, 20 seconds, before A begins kissing B. B appears receptive. A positions herself on her side, facing B. A places one hand on the right hip of B. A reaches for the waistline of B. B pulls backward and speaks to A. A responds and undoes B’s belt. B appears to laugh and speak to A, to which A responds seriously. A undoes the belt of B. B attempts to unbuckle the belt, which figure A. A places left leg over the legs of B, in a straddling position; B is forcefully pushed onto the rock. B was in an airport in Tucson, Arizona in 1995 on a layover, and was about to leave the bar when he spotted an episode of Law and Order playing on the shitty overhead TV. The man in the episode claimed he had been sexually abused. B was certain that certain events that occurred to B were in conjunction with sex, and that sex simply hurt in the way that it hurt for him. It had not occurred to B until the Law and Order episode playing on the shitty airport TV that certain factors affecting his mental health following being abused for seven years by his high school sweetheart were connected to said events, because he was not entirely sure that he hated A for what she had done. Sometimes, B still loved A, because A had insisted that she was doing certain things to B for his own good, and that now B had no one, and when he had been with A, he had had someone, and it hadn’t always been bad. So the TV in Tucson made him start thinking about what could have been possible. It occurred to B that perhaps he had been genuinely mistreated, and more importantly that perhaps he had been raped. It also briefly occurred to him that the containment crew examining the house he had lived in for seven years in close contact with her had seen this event that he so desperately wanted to forget play out in extreme detail hundreds, maybe thousands of times, and that he felt terribly ashamed and embarrassed about others knowing, because although he was called ‘B’ in the containment procedures he was still called in once a year without fail to be tested and badgered about his experiences in the house in the name of science, and that he would really rather not discuss the things A had done to him at all, and wished he could leave the Foundation and get a job at a Walmart somewhere. But that being said, B wasn’t entirely sure that A had mistreated him at all, because B wasn’t one to open up with many people and therefore had not experienced a tremendous number of things, good or bad. The next time B woke up with the marks A had made on his body in 1989 renewed in fresh blood on his body in 1995, he considered that perhaps there was a reason his powers acted out the things he felt in the way they did. And he felt a little relieved. He also felt terrified. But that aside, when A rises from B, SCP-4231-2 fills entirely with water over the course of 79 hours before dematerializing. Excerpt from the confiscated document "The Curious Case of SCP-4231-B" And then, of course, there is B. The Foundation never seems to know exactly what to do with B, the placid Type Green who trapped himself at the top of the Montauk house with his newborn child to escape the ritual floods. He sits in a grey area between something containable and an innocent bystander caught up in something he could not control. B- upon interviewing- is not aware of SCP-231, or SCP-2317, or, quite frankly even SCP-4231, the reality construct he has accidentally created to escape the abuse inflicted by his closest childhood friend. When the initial teams reach SCP-4231, a chase ensures; they run B down through miles and miles of repeated passageways and winding corridors stretching from the roof of SCP-4231, and he simply expands it further. When the teams find that they are no longer able to contact base in North Access, they smoke him out with sleeping gas and drag him back to the world of the living. There's debate among the teams on the ground at whether or not he should be handcuffed onto the stretcher they hold him on. This is the first debate of many. The problem with B is that he is something that- according to norms surrounding Type Greens at the time- he should not be: traumatized. It's evident as soon as they get him on the ground. Here is a Class 3 Type Green with PTSD and extreme dissociative symptoms so severe they manifest in recreating his own trauma in painfully evident symptoms: B vomits filthy water originating from the flood he attempted to escape. He wakes up from nightmares with bruises and cuts in very specific places on his body. His dissociative episodes cause mild spacial abnormalities in his surroundings. Certain traits about B become more solidified as time goes on, when he goes about adapting an entirely different personality to combat the trauma; the new B is eccentric, flamboyant, even bordering on inflammatory towards others. The deep mental distress and accompanying physical illness that keeps him bedridden in the two weeks immediately following his extraction from SCP-4231 disappear. The new B knows nothing, or, at least, appears to know very little about what has transpired to put him in this situation. He no longer inquiries about the child, or about A, or the town of North Access where he has lived all his life. The signs of body dysphoria stemming from the Montauk Procedure are either gone or deeply hidden. But the nightmares, the flashbacks, and the dissociative episodes- along with their accompanying reality bending Freudian slips- persist. In fact, the new B seems to embrace certain aspects of his inability to control himself as well as he did before the Cornwall Incident. The most evident symptom doctors notice while B is still in medical containment is his newfound reaction to cameras. He does not want to be filmed. While he asserted this verbally before his transition, doctors treating B chocked up this behavior to his mental instability and refused to comply with his distressed pleas to remain anonymous not only on camera, but in all aspects of the investigation, a reaction which seemed to intensify his mental symptoms dramatically. After his transformation, he simply obscures his face in any form of recorded media. So this presents the Foundation with another interesting situation. Here they have placed an individual suffering from severe trauma in a cage, and begin to build an altar to fix it. The individual requests anonymity, including expunging of his birth name from all documents. The Foundation refuses to comply, citing accuracy and the continued tracing of his whereabouts throughout the rest of his life. He requests that he not be filmed. The Foundation refuses to comply on the grounds that his interview sessions are vital for study, and include his facial and body language and behavior. He requests that the Foundation stop probing for more information regarding the violence and abuse leading up to the Cornwall Incident, including information regarding A, SCP-231, SCP-2317, or SCP-4231, as much of his experience is highly distressing to him and/or has been forgotten or forcefully blocked out during his mistreatment, and some of it he was never made aware of at all. The Foundation does not comply, insisting that his continued compliance in the investigation of the Cornwall Incident and all related items and beings in containment is vital to the success of the Foundation's interference. He asks that they not test his vomit. He asks that he not be touched. He asks that they remove Hume reading electrodes and equipment from his neck and spine, and that they remove the reality anchor from his hospital room. B is accepting of treatment for his traumatic disorder and is responsive to medication and the beginning phases of grief and cognitive behavioral therapy- so long as anything he says remains confidential to him, and not recorded in Foundation record. All of these requests the Foundation denies, and B's condition in the first two weeks of his containment worsens significantly. He asks- in stunning, repeated detail- that he be left alone and out of the Foundation's documentation. Not only for now, but for the rest of his life. And the Foundation treats him more as an animal or as a test subject than as a person, and refuses to comply. So he simply stops allowing it. This is not technically a breach by Foundation standards. B still stays in his chamber and does not use his abilities to injure or attempt to leave the chamber. 'Breach', in Foundation terms, only applies if the entity leaves the chamber without the explicit permission of Foundation staff, meaning that many forms of civil disobedience by entities, including hunger strikes and refusal to speak to staff or move from chambers when requested, are commonly utilized. His radical transformation into a new personality appears to be less of a worsening of his dissociative condition and more of a transition into a being so blatantly disrespectful and infuriating that staff interaction results in only frustration. He now refuses all medication and therapy to control his condition, attempts to abruptly derail any conversation relating to his condition, uses his powers to obscure his face from any recorded imagery, and simply goes about breaking any equipment placed in his cell for monitoring his condition. He rips out IV lines and EKG patches, smashes Kant counters, and deliberately insults and belittles staff. The symptoms of his PTSD continue with consequences ranging from night terrors and panic attacks to dissociative episodes and reality affecting events, but he learns to mask the affects as soon as staff step in to respond, leading to a comical sort of whiplash: on one tape we see a nurse rush in to wake him from a nightmare as his traumatic injuries reappear and begin to bleed. She wakes him and helps him vomit up floodwater as usual, then inquires as to his condition, to which he responds- and I quote- "Nice legs, daisy dukes". When she leaves, B uses the resulting isolation to cry. -Lady Agora, Sigilmaster, Translator, Worshipper of Many. 4/23/1995 Pigs (Thirteen Different Ones) From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: SCP-4231-B So it’s civil disobedience. I guess my reaction to that is that it really doesn’t seem like a big deal, seeing as -17 has dealt with full on hunger strikes in the past few years. One individual shouldn’t be a huge problem. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: SCP-4231-B I was more under the impression that the question here was to contain or not to contain. Seeing the relevance of this issue, I think it would be best to lay out what we have so far here: -Class 3 Type Green male in his mid-twenties. High control, placid temperament, abstinence code on his powers. Seems to see them as more of a medical disability than anything else. -Worked in the now decimated GOC Ichabod campaign under the codename ‘Ukulele’. Apparently not too bad. Has a solid record under his belt- so solid that it borders on obsessive, and some of his latter kills are pretty gruesome. -Was in an abusive relationship with another Type Green (SCP-4231-A, or SCP-231-1 depending on who you ask at the moment) for the past seven years. Unclear as to who the abuser was currently, due to the inherent abusive nature of many Type Greens in general. More info to come on that. -Murdered SCP-231-1 soon after she gave birth to their child, who was taken from SCP-4231-B’s custody at the scene. Birth apparently coincided with the Cornwall Incident. -Was pursued by task forces for roughly twenty-four hours, but had been running from the scene for longer. -Deeply disturbed. They’re saying PTSD right now, with some heavily dissociative symptoms. Reality bending powers coincide with flashbacks and psychological symptoms when they occur. Problems sleeping, problems talking, problems remembering things and remaining grounded. Pretty nasty stuff. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: SCP-4231-B “Unclear as to who the abuser was currently, due to the inherent abusive nature of many Type Greens in general.” This is blatantly wrong. We know that A was the abuser and the orchestrator of this entire goddamn shitshow, and we have B’s traumatic imprints on the upstairs apartment to account for that, as well as his testimonies. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B I don’t trust his testimonies. He killed the other one, didn’t he? He could have just as easily orchestrated this entire thing as a cover-up, including the traumatic imprinting. Look at the evidence. If he worked on Ichabod for so many years, he’s probably seen every type of imprinting in the book, and probably knows how to make a damn convincing one. This whole sudden personality change doesn’t bode well with his playing the victim, either. And why else would he be running away? And 8 already brought up the gruesome killings towards the end of his duration at the Insurgency. I don’t think he’s placid. I think he’s playing us like a fiddle. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B If he was playing with us, we’d know by now. His Kant fingerprint would be through the roof. And we’d be dead. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B There’s certainly a lot going on here, but my most pressing question is regarding Montauk itself. If A was the abuser, she would also have to be the conductor of the Montauk Procedure, not only on B but on SCP-231-2 through SCP-231-7. There’s the very important point of how she managed impregnating those women without the aid of SCP-4231-B, and if he was involved, that destroys his story of having no knowledge that the procedure was taking place and in conjunction his story of abuse. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B Genital and body modification aren’t uncommon in Type Greens, especially in those suffering from bodily dysmorphia or dysphoria. As for the sexual abuse of B- this isn’t surprising to me either, especially if B was coerced or wrongfully forced to consent under the threat of violence. Do we have an autopsy of A’s body yet? From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B Scranton is doing it. When he’s done, we also need to discuss if we’ll release the body to B or let Robert's anchor team take it. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B So B has no control over his partner, as well as no control over his child? Are we just not going to give him any sense of closure at all? From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B That circles back to the ‘contain or not to contain’ concern. If he’s to be contained, then we have every right to put his child in better hands permanently, and in conjunction can do with the body what we wish. We also can’t ignore that B is a murderer who killed A- would we give a murderer rights to his child, or to his wife’s body, or to closure at all? As for his mental changes- he seems very mentally ill to me, which is furthering the case for containment for both his safety and the safety of others regardless of his role at Cornwall. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B He should absolutely have the right to closure in my eyes. From: [REDACTED] To: O5 [group] Subject: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: re: SCP-4231-B Hi everyone, I see that you’ve been busy with this issue. There’s a lot to unpack here, and with the cleanup only two weeks in progress I’m confident there will be more information to come. The issues concerning B’s right to closure, as well as his rights to testify for himself and refuse or consent to various testing procedures, are issues for the Ethics committee; I propose the council meet to discuss solely the handling of the containment situation with SCP-4231 and all its various assets. For now, SCP-231-2 through SCP-231-7 are being held at Site-17 high security holding cells alongside SCP-4231-B. The child seems to be relatively normal, and is being held in a lower security holding situation with various accommodations for her extremely young age. Alternative solutions about adoption in the Cornwall area are up for consideration in the meantime. Remember to proceed as carefully as possible with issues pertaining to the Montauk procedure, the details of which are currently being extracted from the Erikesh Codex and lined up with new evidence being extracted from the SCP-4231-3 archeological dig. The containment for SCP-4231-B remains at basic medical monitoring for the time being. Testing will resume when decisions on his mental health, involvement, threat level, and rights are made. I suspect a more pressing concern regards the Montauk ritual, and the apparent consequences that will have. B is the least of our worries at the moment. We are running out of time. I will send out the conference meeting times shortly. Cheers, O5-1 Regarding the Montauk Chamber: Excerpt from the confiscated 1994 document “Notes on Montauk” The Foundation does not neglect its chambers. It is easy for us, as onlookers, to see the chambers as a relative footnote to a more complicated piece. Largely this is what we see; in the report overview we see the Containment Procedures, a short paragraph brushed over by the report writers and those being briefed on what the chamber is holding alike. The safe object is contained by a locker. A humanoid, contained in a room. The chambers are second hand entities; we are not interested in the box, but rather the jewels it holds, and it’s in this way that the procedures are neglected by those who it does not seem to affect. It’s a given that the Foundation is strict in its following of the cover paper, that awe-inspiring summary article with sheafs and sheafs of raw test data, paperwork, months or years of observation behind it. No, it’s silly to think that that the Foundation would invest so much time and effort into something that would not matter, and in reality we as the cover page people all miss the extreme amount of Disney World Magic that goes into the chambers, most of it kept from the summary reports we see as unimportant details. The Foundation has people for this job. If you are reading the summary report, you are not one of those people. If you are one of those people, your job does not lie in the main report, but in the interpretation of the report. Foundation Containment Engineers review the containment team’s sheaves and sheaves of files and design something that borders on a prison, a feat of architecture- some might call it art- and they do it every day, with each SCP we see a report for. Isn’t that grand? A 5x5 cell for an electrochemical anomaly becomes a purely mechanical containment vessel void of electric components. A little reality bender’s room uses pink wallpaper to cover steel reinforcements and the occasional strategic pressure plate and panic button. The engineers read the endless papers and discuss amongst themselves; they find the essence of what is needed. They are building a prison cell and a home and a tool for science and altars, yes, they build altars too, and the altars are oh so carefully tended, so methodically pacified. There is not a hair out of place on a Foundation altar. It is the bridge between science and religion. The pig’s blood is measured in liters with graduated cylinders in a prep room and the black cats are purebred for the purpose of the slaughter. The irony in how relentless the Foundation is with its worship of a hundred, two hundred, three, four, five hundred different angry deities. Not even a contained god’s most devout followers on the outside are as ruthless as this; there are no murders on the altar of a decaying backwoods church and no blood spills on the floor. This is part of the chamber, part of the grand design, that sweet Disney Magic that makes it all happen. The chambers of the Foundation are made to maximize the effect; the magnifying glass using the sun to fry an ant into the pavement. I do not know of the men who built the Montauk chamber. I do not know if they forgot, if they were allowed to forget. Montauk- and I will say this many times in many different ways- is an illness in that it spreads to all who touch it, and this is a perfect demonstration of this principle. Who were they? Where did they live, and where did they go? The hands who cure the altar metal are the hands that praise the god; the men who draw a row of little boxes and label them SCP-231-2, SCP-231-3, all the way through the 7th with their fine felted drafting pens and cruel straight edges are the men who locked those girls in the hell they made. But I digress in my ramblings. The chamber, yes. The chamber discussed in the 231 document does what it is allotted to disclose. We are told the following: -The Foundation needs two sets of operational staff: staff to complete procedure-110-Montauk, and staff to watch it. This is aside from all the staff that aren’t usually discussed in the Foundation- mutinous staff (at least one crew per SCP), containment medical staff to work on anomalies (especially important here), a warden and guards (this facility specifically is one of the highest security sites in the world), and janitorial and cafeteria staff. You will wonder why this is important. I promise you that it is important. -Everyone who enters SCP-231 has to be transported through several different routes and means of transportation. This begs the question: if you’re blindfolded, and I’m blindfolded, then who’s flying the plane? There are people out there in the world who know the exact location of SCP-231’s facility, and I must admit, not even I have seen it with my own eyes. I know where it is in theory, although I am not at liberty to say that here. As for the route itself- well. That doesn’t matter here. Some say that it doesn’t matter at all. -The personnel who are in the observation booth wear full-body protective covering that obscures not only their face, but also their voice. It’s implied that even menial staff on site must wear this clothing. -The personnel who are in the observation booth are to remain in their own provided quarters when they are not attending the booth. So for two months, these individuals see only their own face in their bathroom mirror and the girl’s face in the chamber. They hear only their own voice in their quarters and the girl’s voice over the observation booth microphone. Those are the two major things discussed. You will notice here that we aren’t told about the chamber itself. It’s typical in cover documents for the authors of the containment teams involved with sapient entities to disclose both the means of external containment- special procedures that allow the SCP to remain contained- and the means of internal containment, the mental protection, books, entertainment, the regulations of interaction. We are given the vague external containment methods, and nothing else. So, we’re left to speculate- that is, unless you’ve heard the stories, or done some slightly illegal digging in the archive site in Quebec. You would be surprised what the Foundation keeps around at those low-security archive sites. The chamber of SCP-231 is a concrete monstrosity in an undisclosed desert. It’s entirely subterranean, but boasts a maze-like array of hallways and dead ends to reach the real containment site at all; not surprising in modern Foundation terms, I know, but very innovative for when the site was constructed in late 1989. You may be wondering how they managed to build it so quickly, and the answer lies in the fact that the site being erected in that plot of land at the time was a small Safe-class site, which was quickly readapted to the Keter arrangements after the famed Cornwall Incident. So the layout of SCP-231’s containment is unusual even outside the norm of unusual; there are abandoned lockers in dead-end hallways, empty rooms with eternally pending designations, lights that are never turned on. Think a cave. A long, winding, claustrophobic cave. At the heart of the building are the chambers and the dormitories. The chambers are a set of seven- yes, seven, but only six are filled- humanoid containment cells. They are made of concrete. There isn’t much more that I could discern from what I was able to steal, and from what I’ve heard through the grapevine, except that each chamber is neighbored to an investigation room for the purposes of the Montauk procedure. The one-way glass lies to the right of each chamber, with the next chamber on the right from that, and the adjoining room, etc. When the investigation team assigned to this SCP watches the procedure, they see it from the ground floor looking in, so the danger is only a sheet of glass away. I’ve heard conflicting reports over whether or not there are bars on the window. On one hand, I suspect that they are; generally on larger sites, all ground-level observation booths are reinforced. On Site-17, for example, all windows have a carbon shield on top of the reinforced glass; but on Site-19, many ground-level containment booths are reinforced with metal bars. That being said, Site-19 is the older of the two, and has a history based in the Stalin era, complete with running-ins with the Russian government- but again, I digress. The history of these buildings is a subject for another essay altogether. What is vital to note about this setup is the focus on visibility. Visibility- and what it causes- are part of the core of the procedure, a hallmark of Montauk as an age-old religious rite. Could you see the procedure through the bars? Most likely, but would they risk it? Again with the fixation on precision, the exactness of worship. I suspect there are no bars between the observers and the subject. In the observation booth, there are five personnel. It’s not clear how the committee behind this containment decided on 5. So I would like to lay out a scene for you, dear reader, of what it’s like to work on SCP-231. You arrive at the site, and they have you change into your new uniform before you leave it, upon which you are greeted by a member of support staff, also in suit, who then leads you through a shabby-looking disguised outpost under the ground. There’s an elevator for the first three floors, and from there you must proceed on foot. How far down do you go? How long does it take? You see empty lockers, empty doors, remnants of a site that does not hold what it believes it holds, or of residual humanity. The way you are taken is nonsensical. You are not informed of how to behave, or what your job is; they take you to your quarters and they hand you a booklet, and that booklet outlines your job for the next two months. The quarters have no internet or radio, because access to local channels might hint to you as to which desert you currently reside in; although you do have a TV attached to a single DVD player. It cannot connect to channels on the outside. They bring you food. You have a list of DVDs and books you may request, and this is what you may do when you are not working. You do not have a phone, but you have a bed. And you have a bathroom with a mirror. And before you leave each morning to watch the girl, you have your uniform that you wear. And it obscures your face, and your voice. And everyone else also has their face and voice obscured. So the only face and voice you see in your two months there is the girl’s and your own, and it’s in this state that you see the Montauk procedure. Multiple times. Over and over. And then you go back to your cell- sorry, your quarters- and you sit. After your two months are over, you are shipped back to the real world. And most likely, that experience has changed you. Most likely, you are much different. Most likely- and this is the kicker, this is the thing that they fucked up with- you will never be the same. And this is what they call the Montauk procedure. It isn’t about what happens in the chamber. The god doesn’t care about that. What it cares about is that when you leave, you are not the same, and that is the essence of the procedure. It is torture for not only the girl, but also for yourself. Think about how many people go through. Two months. Five people per girl. So in the beginning, in 1989, that would be 30 people per two-month period. 360 people per year walking away with the red right hand of god on their shoulder. In less than 3 years, 1,000 people are changed. The will of a god is the control of the worshipper, and it’s a funny thing, Montauk, because what do you do? What does it mean to be controlled by fear? Do you cure yourself of it? Do you learn to live alongside it? Do you kill yourself? Do you strive to live? How do you free yourself from the Montauk procedure; how do you kill a god? I have been a sigilmaster my entire life. I am a witch of the old breed- I have been taught many things about gods, and I have seen many in many forms. In 1967, when I was pregnant with my first and only child, I was approached on commission by the Foundation to decrypt the Erikesh Codex. This was not my first commission for a consult from them or a related agency, so I took the job and translated the best I could. The codex itself is a subject for yet another essay. The runes were old and strange- I recall it being very difficult. I finished the job shortly after my son was born. If I had known to what conclusion my translation of the work would lead, I’m not sure if I would have taken it. If I had known it would find its way into the hands of my son’s childhood friend- if I had known what would happen to him- If I had known. If I had not left him early. If I had taken him with me when I ran. If his father was still alive. If I had killed him as soon as I knew of his abilities, instead of raising him to never lift a finger in the face of danger to himself. What would be different? See how Montauk has spread to me, dear reader? See how this procedure operates? How many people see it and are changed…and how many are changed from seeing their loved ones changed? How many people wake in the night, their fear feeding a hungry god? My biggest fear regarding the rituals of SCP-231 is this: that it is not about the children, and has never been. That the chains break when the red god wants them to- when enough people are fearful. -Lady Agora, Sigilmaster, Translator, Worshipper of Many. 2/28/2004. A Brief Quote on the Ichabod Campaign From Someone Many People Want To Kill “And people always ask me, when I tell them this statistic [that 99% of Type Greens will progress to stage 4 of their condition within their lifetime], ‘What about the others?’ or ‘What about the 1% that don’t?’ and that’s the primary concern I’m seeking to address today. The Ichabod Campaign is a hard thing to come to terms with for many people studying Hume Theory behind the curtain. It’s important to note when addressing these things that, contrary to popular belief, Type Greens were not prematurely killed until recently. For a long time the industry standard was to only seek out Type Greens when they had caused something to draw attention to themselves to necessitate their being killed; the sudden disappearance of someone important, for example, or a string of murders with little causation attached, which would be completed with a chaotic and unorganized hunting mission usually described as a ‘witch hunt’. It wasn’t until the development of Hume theory and subsequent primitive Kant Counters in the late 1950s that it became possible to determine and quantify the disposition of power in certain individuals, and it wasn’t until the Global Occult Coalition launched the Ichabod Extermination Campaign in the early 1970s that it became the norm to seek out and destroy these individuals as they came about into the world. The Ichabod Campaign was a logical next step with the development of long-range and more accurate Kant devices. I don’t blame the industry for taking that turn, especially when it seemed like such a damn perfect solution to such a damaging problem. If you could prevent a Type Green from entering the phase 4 power stage, you could also prevent the Type Green from entering the phase 2 power stage and all the precarious testing of boundaries that came with it; why wouldn’t you? To outsiders it would sound like something along the lines of genocide, but it was different behind the curtain where you could see the damaging effects these individuals could cause (keyword could). It was this kind of thinking that kept the Foundation from immediately lashing out to shut down this campaign. We didn’t agree with it, and we didn’t condone it, either. It would be a lie to say that we never initiated individual missions to kill certain individuals prematurely, but we never launched a movement on such scale and with such force as Ichabod, and we didn’t protest it either, because the thing about Ichabod was that it was effective. Ethical? Moral? Both are in the eye of the beholder, but damages caused by Type Greens of all power levels and abilities dropped dramatically in the 1970s onward, and we turned a blind eye to it. There would be people always saying why the hell didn’t you stop it, because had it not been Type Greens you would have used every resource in your possession to stop that campaign before it got off the ground, and that’s true, but it was because Type Green attacks and level changes before Ichabod were so deadly and damaging to the outside that it was overlooked. It’s like this: Why don’t animal rights activists speak out against people using mousetraps in their homes? Because mice have been pests for centuries. They’ve caused countless deaths through disease and they cause damage to the building. The same people will speak out against their being used in research because of its apparent unethical standard, and yet won’t speak out against them being senselessly slaughtered via suffocation. We don’t even know if the mice they're killing deserve to be killed, or if they’re just babies, and we don’t care, because if we were to let mice roam around our homes in large numbers it would be catastrophic. And the same thing is with Type Greens; people speak against their containment, the use of them in studies regarding psychic ability and Hume theory, in Kant counter tests, but most of all they speak out against the mutilation of their bodies for [REDACTED], a practice that remains common today. But no one spoke against Ichabod. And so, Ichabod never stopped. It’ll be reaching its 30th anniversary this year. The average Ichabod agent has about 50-150 kills under their belt over the course of their career; the average Ichabod strike team can have anywhere from 300-500. The reality is that containing every Type Green would be impossible because Type Greens are more common than it’s usually let on. The next question commonly asked is then what about SCP-239? What makes her so special? And the answer is that she’s here for testing. She’s here to make a better world, but she isn’t special. The average lifespan of a Type Green is 19 years old, because they most often begin transitioning to stage 4 at around 17. 239 was born in 2003 and has been in stage 3 for 4 years as of writing. Maybe she’ll be part of the 1%, a perfect case study as to how containing and raising these children in an environment that gives them clear boundaries and expectations for them while allowing them a safe environment to explore their abilities has significant impact on how they develop as adults. Maybe she’ll enter stage 4 and destroy us all. But for now, the statistics are startling: In its heyday in the 80s, the GOC's Ichabod campaign killed nearly 75% of all Type Greens, but regulations have tightened since then. The lifespan of a Type Green 'in the wild', referring to greens not being affected, tracked, or protected by a GoI, is around 19; around the same age that these individuals often induce their own demise by entering stage 4 of development. In the 1980s, the average lifespan was 8 years old, because this was the age that Ichabod often found and killed them. And we did nothing.” -[REDACTED], February 8th, 2010 Greyhound It’s the mid 1980s, and he’s just gotten the blood washed off his arms from the last mission, patched himself up, scheduled himself for another so he wouldn’t have to go home, and he calls Lilly like he always does and there’s something about the way she calls him a liar for the millionth time that breaks him. Maybe it was the stress, maybe it was the six months of solid missions, maybe it was the lack of sleep or the way his hands trembled, but he’s Agent Ukulele standing in the telephone booth at the bus station and he starts crying while still on the phone, while she’s still berating him for some stupid little mistake he made on a check he sent home. He’s stupid, he’s fat, and no one will ever love him like she does, he’s so goddamn lucky to have her, he’s permanently indebted to her for everything she does for him, and more than anything he’s a liar. His memories are wrong, there are things she did not say and things she did not do. In a week this phone call will not exist, because Francis is crazy- yes- Francis is in the process of losing control of his powers, and it’s only a matter of time before they find out, and he’d better come home away from where they could find him, he’d better come home where she could keep an eye on him, he was dying, he was going to die, and only she could save him. It’s one of those moments that he’d see more in the Foundation, in another life far from now- a brief mental lapse, a break of a stitch in a seam. He hangs up the phone and shakes and sobs and thinks about how he’s losing control and wonders how long he’ll have left before his own fellow agents find out and murder him. He wonders if it’ll be fast, and if they’ll kill Lilly too, and how much of his life he was making up with unintentional little slips of Hume malfunction. He wonders if he’s making this up, too. He wonders if he’s going crazy, or if he’s already too far gone. He can’t help but cry. The breakdown is fast and complete. He sits on the floor of the phone booth at a dingy greyhound station and sobs through a mixture of panic and grief, and then just like that the announcement for the next bus comes over the intercom and he switches back from one person to another. Things were crumbling. His breath is fast and his emotions fading like fog burnt in the morning light. Time was running out and things were crumbling, and he isn't quite sure what he senses that is changing, or what he needs to stop or do or even if he can do either of those things at all. She used to be different. She used to be kind. Something was changing in her, thinks Francis from a dark recess of his mind he doesn't want to reminisce on. She was changing- and soon she would be no different from anything he would be paid to kill. Wasn’t that horrible? Wasn't that just fucking terrible? Unless it was him who was changing. Unless it was him who was turning into a monster. Francis stops crying so abruptly it hurts. Agent Ukulele stands. It's a moment that his brain blacks out of his memory. He walks out of the phone booth more bored than anything, and gets on the bus to a remote Type Green lair in Houston, and some part of him cries you are different, you are changing, and something terrible is about to happen. ad undas July 30th, 1989, 1300 hours, Undisclosed Facility in Newcastle, England ‘Coda’- as they were known- leans close to the screen, knee bouncing intently. They were an exceptionally young Coda to take that rank. Head dispatcher and Quartermaster wasn’t a job that was taken lightly at the GOC; at the right hand of D.C. al Fine, it was a momentous role for even an experienced worker. But they were smart, this Coda. Exquisitely so. The best they could find on short notice- maybe the best they could find, period. Not one for people, but had focus like a laser beam, stamina like a bull. Focus and stamina had not been the strong suits of the last Coda. It had been a gory end for him. The new Coda didn’t like to think about that. They were here to do a job- and the job had not been kind to them lately. The individual sitting hunched over the broad computer bank spanning the length of the room could feel the winding down of the Cornwall mission in the strain in their back, the tightness in their shoulders, the bags under their eyes. They have been up for nearly thirty-two hours. But it’s almost over, they tell themselves in the tight fluorescent of the command room, headphones blaring a harsh mix of radio feeds so bright and blunt that they know they’ll feel the throbbing buzz in their ears for hours afterwards; it has to be almost over now. The last nine months of Coda’s work had gone approximately like this: It was a routine Hume check, and the agents in the squad had reported to them what they had found. Coda had told them to peruse the radiation (it had been mild then- a quick in and out). They did not return. They sent out more teams. Those did not return. They dispatched further teams to investigate, tracked it to one single house and the lake beside it, and then suddenly they did not return. This Coda had put all their eggs in one basket as they moved nearly 200 Ichabod campaign members- nearly half of their entire division- into the town of North Access over the course of the past nine months. The threat had been escalating. The reality of the town was becoming increasingly unstable overall, but in particular the state of the flower shop where agents went and did not return was disturbing to say the least. The last thirty minutes of Coda’s work had gone approximately like this: They send out a squad of 30 when the Hume levels drop, suddenly and without warning. It’s a weak spot they aren’t expecting and Coda practically screams into the headset to take the bombs and head out, because goddamn it if they can pull this off this whole thing will be over in half a minute. The squad leaders Coda is talking to directly report that there’s some flash flooding from the rain, and they tell them to try to drive through it. The squads say they can’t. So Coda tells them to walk. Some would question Coda’s ethics regarding this part. Could the teams run away through the water fast enough to escape the impending explosion, or any retaliation from the Type Green lair housed within the building? It was hard to tell, but one reason Coda had been picked for this job was for their risk taking. So this was a gamble they decided to take that night. The water is coming down harder. The bombs: 25 pounds each, 6 of them, fitted with a short-term reality anchor device. Experimental. The goal was to rip through the outer field and blow up the house. The bombs aren’t known for their ease of access, so the men hurry to set up the wires and batteries, and in a half hour the water goes from being knee-deep to waist-deep and the bombs are ready and Coda can barely hear the commanders over the unending downpour. And this is when the new Coda makes their first mistake: they hesitate. They could have gotten the strike team out of there in ten minutes if they needed to. They could have done a thousand things differently if they knew what was about to happen. Men can swim in water, they thought. The water wouldn’t be an issue, they assumed. The water was up to their chests now, they heard. But that wouldn’t be a problem. That wouldn’t be a problem. That wouldn’t be a problem until it got hot, very quickly- once the bombs were set and being splashed with the newfound waves- the water started getting hot, and it’s a slow progression in which Coda finds that this is happening. The commanders say that it’s unusually warm. Then they say that it’s getting hot, like a sauna, and then they stop being so vocal about it because it stops being funny, and Coda is left reeling, trying to find answers and suddenly getting none. The bombs do not detonate. The equipment was not made to be submerged. How funny is that? How incredibly coincidental, intoxicatingly cruel that of course the equipment was not made to withstand a boiling flood. So Coda listens on their headset as, seven hours away, the water flooding the town of North Access, Cornwall comes to a sudden boil. They jump from keyboard to keyboard and over the next half an hour every single agent they have access to the headset of goes offline, one by one. And then the agents back at camp go offline, one by one. And then all they could hear on any of the online headsets was the endless rush of rain. The recordings are somewhere. Coda has never listened to them, but they know that somewhere in the depths of the shallow GOC archives, they exist. They consist of what they assume to be roughly 2 hours of the sounds of death, followed by 48 hours of Coda asking repeatedly for a response. There were a couple times they reached their search beyond their boundaries into the neighboring towns, onto some long-wave stations (accidentally giving out a homing signal redirected from half-functioning abandoned equipment in north access, to be picked up on not one, but two separate occasions by a classified outpost in london) but they came back. And there was always nothing. And there continued to be nothing until the Foundation crews came, and the real mess had begun. Chestnut Chestnut had never felt such pain. She knew when the stable began to flood that things were not how they were supposed to be. THE MAN usually kept her stable clean, and when it wasn’t, tied her reins to the post outside to give him room to clean it. And the stable had never flooded like this before. It was up past her hooves before he burst in- slamming back the barn doors to shed light on her and the five other horses, who had been getting restless in the past hour of persistent flooding- panting, soaked, and throwing up the latches on the horses’ stalls. One by one they ran. Stormy charged out the front with no shortness of panic, hooves slamming into the six inches of water on the wooden floor like thunder into the greasy black world beyond the swaying stable lights. Rio was dumb with panic at the opening of her stall, rearing up and tearing at THE MAN, eyes rolling in their sockets- she hit the barn door on her way out in her disorientation, almost sending her careening across the submerged grass before she caught her footing and dashed into the night. Gulch managed to break down the door to his stall before THE MAN could reach the latch, frightened by the rate of the water pouring into the barn from a knothole in the wood behind him, and bolted with the precision of a racehorse from the swaying building, and then it was just Chestnut and THE MAN, and THE MAN had a saddle. She was his best and brightest, and certainly his bravest. Not but nine months ago had his wife- the town librarian- disappeared into thin air, and it had been Chestnut he had gone to in his grief. She was spooked, but not like the others. Never like the others. And the car wouldn’t start and the town was going under, and damn if they weren’t making it out of this mess alive. The water was significantly deeper outside the barn. It came up to her knees when she exited, cold and harsh and filthy. Through the gale force winds she could see cars and buildings submerged deeper than she had ever seen anything submerged before, and the water rushed outward with seemingly no direction but the lake. She turned in tandem with THE MAN. They were leaving. They were going away. She never imagined that they would go away. Her muscles pounded through the water in an uncoordinated chaos, slipping and churning, gaining ground and losing it, finding potholes and submerged fences that tore through her flank and threw her off balance, but she remembered what they were doing: AWAY, AWAY, they were going AWAY from the strange feelings she had felt towards the lake for months, AWAY from the missing woman and AWAY from the strange deer-horned creature she had witnessed take her nine months before. It was clear that THE MAN was struggling to see through the storm, and she had only her feet to guide her as to where the water was and where it wasn’t; when her feet hit the pavement of the entrance to the town she surged forward and ripped from the tide down the road, still struggling in the dark and the rain, bristling and hurting. She and THE MAN were going AWAY, and although she did not know where that was she was certain that THE MAN would. The water was gaining fast, but Chestnut was faster. The trees lining the path to the town stretched like talons as they whipped past her. THE MAN did not think to bring reins, but it had not mattered then and did not matter now; he threw his arms around her neck and held on, still struggling to see where she was taking him. It looked like the town entrance from the shadows. It looked like the world outside, and then- -It looked like the other side of town. Chestnut slammed her front feet into the water and screamed backwards at the heat. She couldn’t see, but THE MAN could, and what he saw was an endless lake, a boiling fathom of water they could not see the reaches of through the inky black of the storm. He pulled up on her mane and brought her backwards, stunned, reeling- had they made it? Was the world outside gone? Were they really back inside- (the world was filled with screaming on the other, more populated side of town) -the boiling pit? Chestnut followed his grip, but her gait was slumping quickly. They didn’t backtrack so much as they tripped backwards down the quickly diminishing unsubmerged track of road to the exit, or the entrance, and then they were back by the barn- he could see it through the trees as lightning flashed. The water was gaining. He could not see. They were at the entrance of town and water fell down the path from the other side, now, boiling and rippling until he was making Chestnut dance on a few yards of precarious dark path like a tortured circus creature, thrashed by red tides, played with by a storm-laden marionette. Smaller and smaller became the space and harder the storm raged, the rain dissipating into steam before hitting the surface like some kind of warped lava of improbability- shouldn’t it all be steam by now? Why was it still expanding? How long had they been on their little island of torture, and how long had they danced? Seconds? Minutes? Hours? (Chestnut had never felt such pain) She fell. He fell. Like frogs in a boiling pot, it took far longer than was merciful. The 80 Hours The doctor doesn’t come, and Francis vaguely wonders why- he does not hear the flood from the lake shattering the flower shop’s windows in a sea of boiling blood and flesh on the ground floor- but it ultimately does not matter, because the baby comes in less than an hour and suddenly there are three of them in the room: Lilly, Francis, and the little baby girl. Francis didn’t know there was any love left in his body to give, but his baby girl is heavier than he expected, warmer, more alive and lovable then he ever could know. He wraps her in linens from down the hall and holds her while Lilly dozes. When he touches the palm of her tiny hand, her little fingers wrap around his own, and Francis is suddenly more fiercely protective then he ever thought he could be. He hadn’t felt love like this in years. It makes him want to cry. Meri. Lilly had chosen the name, because Lilly chose everything. She told him that they had discussed it, but Francis knew that they hadn’t truly discussed anything since he’d come home from the GOC full time. Just another lie that he hadn’t challenged. It wasn’t worth it. It never was. But he thought it would do, and it was growing on him: Meri, like something written in a forgotten Latin script. In his muddled mess of emotions Francis can’t help but picture a situation where this works out. Lilly goes back to her old self, the way she was when he loved her. They don’t use their powers anymore. They live here, in the house with the little backyard and the lake. They’d make ends meet because with Lilly working downstairs they wouldn’t need to pay for daycare, and he would probably have to go off for a while, back on the road with the GOC under his old codename with his old team, but he’d send the money home and it would all be worth it for the two of them. He’s suddenly calling up numbers that he hasn’t thought about in months: £1,000 for a class 4 Type Green if he can get it under a week. £500 if he can get it under a month. Up to £5,000 for a high stakes hunt. Less if he hunted with the team- the earnings would be split between them- but he had something to come home for now, and something to live for. He was good at being an agent, and he would get better and the stakes would get higher and he would have to hunt alone, eventually- would have to go undercover or something and really put everything he could on the line- but those missions could pay best of all. And if he earned enough he could come home and see his little girl, spend a month living as a normal person in a normal town with his gun and walkie talkie stowed away. And if Meri was a Type Green, too- like both her parents were- well. They would make it work. She would be okay. There would be Christmases and birthdays and all this mess between he and Lilly would heal up and everything might be just fine after all and they’d never talk about it again. Water under the bridge, little family unit. Ice cream in the summer. Swimming in the lake. It could work out, thought Francis, imagining a future where the rifle he’d slid under their bed for this moment was instead tucked away in the closet by the stairs where he kept it while off duty, leaned against the back corner with the umbrellas like a prop in a gallows humor silent film. He’d waited in the kitchen until Lilly had a customer in the flower shop downstairs before going to get it, and that had been a week ago now. Was he still sure that this was what he needed to do? Kill the mother of his child? Why? For vengeance? Because she was too far gone and had been for far too long? He didn’t feel angry in the way he saw men murdering their wives on TV. It wouldn’t work out, thinks Francis next. The next step after this was marriage, and some deep part of him- some primal corner of his subconscious who knew how this would have to end- knew that he could not do this much longer. Meri would not fix Lilly, because nothing could fix Lilly. It was the same chain of events that he’d seen in all the Type Greens he’d killed in the GOC, and he’d never questioned those diagnoses, made by someone else behind a computer screen hundreds of miles away. Yes, it was now or never. Now, or she wouldn’t stop for the next eighteen years, and when Meri moved out she would finally manage to kill him, if he didn’t manage to do it first. Leaving was out of the question- who knew what she would do in her condition? What if she went on some kind of rampage- (Francis does not hear the boiling water lapping the lowest step now, the baseboards around the cashier counter, trickling down the steps to the basement where he has not stepped foot for months upon months. they have been screaming upward and francis has been screaming downward. a missed connection. a dash of fate) -or killed their little girl, or killed someone else- (the GOC has been surrounding the outskirts of the town for weeks and at night they go marching in to the home where francis sleeps that they call things like ‘den’ and ‘lair’. from the apartment lilly does not allow him to leave he sees the same repeat of a clear fathomless sky with the lake below from the window in the bedroom and all is alright in his world, he has been so naive, him, with all his experience with type greens, with being one himself, how could he have let this happen she has killed forty-eight people by the time the cornwall incident properly begins and no one knows, inside or outside, exactly how she did it or exactly where they went-) -no, he needed to do this. For himself. For his little girl. For Lilly, to end her suffering. So here he is as the boiling water rises at the first day of the rest of his life. His girlfriend and best friend of as long as he can remember is lying in bed and she’s beautiful and terrible, a blade contorted to cut the thin flesh of reality with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. The way she calls to him catches him off-guard in its softness, it’s love, Francis, can I see her? and he smiles and sits on his side of the bed and she’s laying on her side of the bed and for a moment, he sees every reason he ever loved her, laid before him like a cartographer’s map. Here is the point where you became the frog, it says, and here is the point where she boiled the water. Here is the solar plexus of your desire. Here is your nadir in her eyes, in the way she lies so evenly to you, made you think you were the one spiraling into the grips of a class 4 condition. She’s built this house like she’s built her rituals, and she’s built her rituals like she’s reconstructed you- patched and reeling in endless contempt, an animal entwining itself only further, as sure as the water rises and boils for an old and hungry god. @ @ @ “I love you,” says Francis. “Touch me,” says Lilly. @ @ @ The lake is red. It fills the streets of North Access and it floods all the forests, the little creeks and streams. It seeks out the hiding. It drags out the weakened. It boils anything in its path with the righteousness of the lord- -and Francis touches her, first passing off the baby into her arms, then taking either sides of her face in his hands. “I love you,” he repeats. He doesn’t know why he loves her still, after everything she’s done to him. Shouldn’t he hate her? Why doesn’t he hate her? Because you would rather be treated like shit then risk being alone, says a voice deep inside him, and all at once he longs for the other life, the one where she’s magically repaired. He repeats it like a prayer in his mind, i-would-make-ends-meet-somehow-and-i-would-protect-you-and-meri-somehow-and-i-would-love-you-somehow-right-up-until-i-couldnt-anymore-whenever-or-wherever-that-would-be-i-would-find-a-way-to-believe-you-were-loving-me-and-treating-me-right-and-i-would-just-keep-letting-things-go-and-being-tired-and-not-knowing-why-and-having-you-tell-me-how-worthless-i-am-and-waiting-for-the-day-you-want-sex-again-and-again-i-cant-stop-you-from-it-because-i-freeze-with-terror-and-i-would-still-love-you-for-meri-and-for-that-life-and-for-who-you-used-to-be-no-matter-if-it-takes-ten-years-or-twenty-years-or-for-the-rest-of-my-life-there-has-to-be-a-way-i-could-keep-pretending-forever- She turns away, abruptly, towards the door and suddenly the moment is here, because she is distracted by the water beginning to pool under the door to their bedroom, the water billowing steam. “Francis?” she says without moving his head, and he takes his hands away and soundlessly draws on some lifesaving pool of GOC soldier within him to go for the gun, under the bed, and he almost misses it, “There’s something I need to tell you-” But she doesn’t end up telling him, because in another few seconds she’s dead and Francis takes the baby and runs from the water. He bursts out of the bedroom to find it ankle deep on the top floor of their home, searing into his flesh like a hot knife. The entire town doesn’t rest in a crater- how the hell was the water going upwards? Meri is screaming from the sound of the gunshot and Francis is so shocked into silence, between the scalding of his own flesh and killing his best friend in the world and the fact that the water has submerged everything but the hallway to his left, and there is no way to go at first and then suddenly, there is. Francis does not register much of the next 80 hours. He doesn’t think that he’s ever run for so long in his life. Up the stairs at the end of the hallway and he’s next to the closest door with the umbrellas with the silent film black comedy gun and he’s running past the bathroom where he used to wake up and go to vomit in the nights after Meri was conceived, and he’s running past the kitchen where she would sit and tell him what shit he was, and he’s running past the bedroom where her body is laid out dead on the bed and past the empty nursery and up another flight of stairs and he’s at the umbrella cabinet again and up and up and up and the water kept rising and the baby was heavy in his arms but stopped crying eventually and every once in a while the bedroom door is closed or something big and obscured is writhing in the tub and Francis does not stop, does not look to see if the flood is coming, does not halt even for the men chasing him in armored gear. He runs from an old and all-encompassing god in the lake below that he’s been chained to in a ritual that has not been attempted for a thousand years. He runs from something that he cannot place- his own fear, or from the house? From Lilly? From the men in black armor? From North Access? Does he think that if he runs far enough and fast enough that he will no longer surface back where he started? Is he running from an old sort of concept, a spirit of a flood and of endless passageways that will now pursue him for the remainder of his life: Montauk? Was that what he was afraid of, even if he could not place it? Even when he runs the same track endlessly in his dreams? Montauk, as it’s written in the old texts. The pressuring fear. The hand of the red god. He runs until the gas bombs they throw up the stairs make him too tired to continue, and just like that it’s over. SCP-4231-B Test Notes On 12/01/1989, investigators began a heavy series of questioning on SCP-4231-B regarding the specifics of the Montauk Procedure- which he had endured several months prior- and on the nature of his sexual molestation and abuse at the hands of SCP-4231-A. Upon beginning the operation, SCP-4231-B proceeded to remove his shoes and socks, as well as a small container of nail polish. He then began to silently apply the nail polish (“Beach Pink” coloration) to his toe and finger nails. After 45 minutes of continuous painting, Agent Youlen was given permission by oversight to remove the paint from the vicinity of SCP-4231-B, as to better proceed with questioning. Questioning resumed 2 minutes later. SCP-4231-B allowed his finger and toenails to dry for approximately 10 minutes, during which he did not speak to investigators. After 10 minutes, SCP-4231-B removed a second bottle of nail polish from his left shoe (“Gecko Green” coloration) and began a second coat of paint. This cycle of confiscation and reappearance of alternative bottles of polish continued for 5 hours, at which point testing was abandoned. SCP-4231-B answered no questions in that time. On 3/23/1990, investigators began a heavy series of questioning on SCP-4231-B regarding the specifics of the Montauk Procedure, and on the nature of his sexual molestation and abuse at the hands of SCP-4231-A. SCP-4231-B, upon sitting down at the interrogation table, began to immediately remove copious amounts of false eyelashes from his pants pockets. Contrary to the expectations of the investigators, SCP-4231-B began to adhere the eyelashes to his wrists in an overlapping, circular fashion, while avoiding all questioning. Test abandoned after three hours, in which time SCP-4231-B had attached 548 pairs of false eyelashes on his arms. At the conclusion of the test, SCP-4231-B uttered his only response to investigators: Agent Youlen: What the fuck are you… SCP-4231-B: Making my arms fuzzy. On 2/14/1991, investigators began the annual questioning of SCP-4231-B regarding the specifics of the Montauk Procedure, and on the nature of his sexual molestation and abuse at the hands of SCP-4231-A. Midway through the questioning, after producing no answers thus far, SCP-4231-B produced a single microscope slide. SCP-4231-B produced no further responses to questioning for the reminder of the session. The microscope slide produced by SCP-4231-B became the subject of an extensive 4-month long investigation by the SCP-4231, SCP-231, and SCP-2317 containment engineering teams. After light microscopy, chemical and physical evaluation, and attempts to match the object to sections of the Erikesh Codex failed, electron microscopy was utilized to search the slide for further features. The object was revealed to be an entirely blank microscope slide with no abnormal properties. As of 03/21/2017, none of the exactly 28 annual questionings of SCP-4231-B regarding his sexual abuse and the Montauk procedure have proved to yield any additional information, although the interrogation procedure continues annually. See document SCP-4231-B-1 for full account of all questionings. thats ‘doctor’ asshole to you In the May of 1990, Foundation psychologists determined that SCP-4231-B’s psychological symptoms worsened significantly in continued containment, and submitted a request that SCP-4231-B be able to work and live as a Foundation employee, utilizing his extensive field experience as a GOC agent to aid the budding Type Green evaluation program. Despite remaining reclusive and defiant regarding his health and his life in North Access, SCP-4231-B was regarded as a low-risk and relatively stable individual capable of light work. He was granted permission as well as access to University courses in late 1990. SCP-4231’s modern containment procedures consist of monitoring, yearly questioning, and required submission to tests regarding the ongoing state of his abilities. SCP status has remained intact, although removal of this in lieu of a Person of Interest (PoI) classification has been considered in recent years to coincide with SCP-4231-B’s ongoing routine of relatively normal everyday life with little anomalous effect, save for continued PTSD symptoms during sleeping hours and dissociative symptoms typical of trauma, both of which are lessened in a less Foundation-involved environment. SCP-4231-B will have been serving the Foundation for 30 years as of 2020. Three Scenes from an Exciting New Industry Leopold, Cornwall, Twelve miles from North Access, July 3rd, 2016 Dusk fell, and, as they had since Monday night, the old men watched intently. The Green was an old bar on the main street of Leopold. It hadn’t changed since the 70s, and the men damn well liked things that didn’t change. There was the old stool so and so had a stroke on, over here, the knife gouges in the counter where some long and convoluted back and forth had ended ironically anticlimactically; there had been a roar of disapproval when they’d tried to add a Wi-Fi router for the younger clientele, a partial riot when they removed an old painting with dart holes in it. The men of Leopold- at least those who hadn’t moved on since retirement, moved on or passed on, gone to London to live in a home or decided to spend their final years abroad- were farmers and ranchers from just outside that refused to leave, and preferred to have everything just as it were while they were at it. There were four of them this night in particular, and they wouldn’t have stayed so late if there didn’t appear to be change coming on the horizon for them to watch and complain about at the diner several doors down in the morning. The owner of the bar and its keeper- Dan was his name, a fat man of nearly seventy who’d run this bar just as his father had- occasionally leaned over the counter to see out the front window, where the other three were sitting silently, beers between them, waiting. “Anything yet?” he called as grey light filtered through the old brick buildings, petering out to the highway beyond. He received a chorus of 'no’s and ‘not yet’s in return. “Oh, we’ll tell you when they come, Danny!” yelled Christopher. 80 years old and counting, Christopher was always loud. They’d been told he’d been hit in the head by a horse when he was young- that it’d struck him half deaf by age 8- but they’d never been able to tell if he was serious. “Yes, we’ll tell you,” said Arthur, significantly softer. He was the youngest of them, at 53, and still worked the farm where he kept his cows and horses. He hadn’t bothered to change his overalls for this. He thought it too exciting. Part of Arthur wondered if he was getting old, indeed, if this was as exciting as his life got nowadays. Dan disappeared back into the kitchen. Peter drank long and slow, thoughtfully, watching the cracked road. He was a tall, thin man with large circular glasses the thickness of pencil lead who had been the schoolteacher at the local preschool for nearly thirty-five years now. Peter gave the impression that he was here not to watch things change, but because he had seen something disturbingly unordinary in what was happening just south of Leopold. Maybe he had even anticipated it. “They’re coming,” said Peter, putting his beer down on the table with a soft thunk. “No they aren’t. Don’t get our hopes up, Pete,” said Christopher. “Look down the road. There ain’t no one coming yet.” “It’s 10 o’clock,” considered Arthur. “When did they come last night?” “Must have been around eleven,” scoffed Christopher, “I mustav been three beers in when they came last night, couldn’t have been-” Peter put up his index finger. The two stopped talking. “Look,” he said, transfixed. “They’re here.” The three looked down the road, and saw the first truck on the horizon. The vehicle was so astounding because it seemed so new. Shining and unmarked, navy blue in color. This one was a flatbed semi, barely fitting in the left lane of main street with its brights on; the cargo was covered with tan tarp and cord, but when it bounced on the old pothole in front of the bar Peter squinted behind his glasses and could see the steel girders it held underneath. Ten or twelve, he estimated. “Beams,” echoed Arthur, lowering his head to look underneath. “Didn’t they bring in beams yesterday?” “You need quite a lot of beams to build a factory, I would imagine,” drawled Christopher, “Remember when they made the corn syrup plant over in Lenning? Christ, I’d never seen so much steel in my life- Oy, Danny! They’re here!” he bellowed into the kitchen. “What?” bellowed Dan back from the kitchen. “What did you say? They’re here already?” “Yes! Yes! Come look!” cried Arthur. Peter tuned them out, hands thoughtfully rolling the cool bottle between his palms. They were here indeed. Dan came bumbling out of the kitchen with a bottle of whisky, and took the seat at the end of the table, facing towards the window. Arthur and Christopher began to fill them in, reveling in their shared horror of the situation as if the truck itself had somehow besmirched their home. “Beams! More beams! You should have seen them,” cried Christopher. “God, how many beams do you suppose they need?” More headlights flashed at the top of the hill. This one was a pickup truck, again new, again unmarked. White this time. The four of them squinted in unison to attempt to see into the back windows, only to find them tinted away from the light of the bar. They mumbled their discontent. The next one was a van of the same condition, and the next, a semi-trailer. By the time the next flatbed truck came over the pothole- this time with two coils of electrical wiring loaded on the back- the four had started discussing again about what they supposed to be doing. “A glue factory,” said Arthur in disbelief. “In North Access. Nobody’s been to North Access in thirty years, and they suddenly decide to build a glue factory there?” “I’m telling you, they got bought out,” said Christopher, “Some company saw the property and bought it off the government.” “You can’t buy land off the government, Chrissy! It doesn’t work that way.” cried Arthur. “North Access wasn’t even for sale. We would have known if it had been for sale.” “You all are missing the point. A man doesn’t buy out an entire ghost town for one factory. And where do you suppose the workers are gonna live?” “Not in North Access, that’s for sure,” said Christopher. “You suppose they know about the flooding?” “It wasn’t flooding,” interrupted Dan. “They lied to us. It damn well wasn’t flooding at all.” “Dan’s right, Chrissy. It was a fire that took it out, don’t you remember?” said Arthur. Christopher tutted and shook his head. “Pete saw what happened, didn’t you Pete?” And Peter had seen. Peter’s mother had thought there was always something about him. She was one of the believers of the veil children born with special powers, believed him to be sensitive in a way she was not. In reality, Peter had been more than just sensitive- but he had not known that until several years after his mother had died, when the teenager with the gun had come to the entrance of Leopold’s brightly-colored preschool and thrown in the door. But that was another story. And Cornwall had happened after that. Peter had left work in the late July of 1989 with a feeling not unlike the feeling he had had not twenty minutes before the figure with the gun came, and when he arrived at home he had wandered at first, wandered like a dog disturbed by a storm. There was no definitive emotion behind it- should he hide? He wasn’t afraid, per say. Antsy. Waiting for a message? And then, suddenly- Peter had been pulled. It was exciting. Peter had never been religious, but the sensation was akin to seeing another on an empty tundra where one has lived alone all one’s life. It was like seeing a gleaming city, or sensing it was close. He remembered the wise men his mother had insisted he learn about, the stories he never believed. He remembered the star. Something is happening, thought Peter. And so he’d driven in the direction of North Access and the warmth had grown. And he’d driven closer to it and the warmth felt hot. And he’d gotten a mile away and the heat was scalding, and he pulled off the road and stumbled out in a white terror to find a sight he could not convey to others. What was reality in this instance, in the space ahead of him, at the beginning of the trees? Drops of oil spitting from a hot pan on a stove- was this what he was witnessing, if not from half a mile away? How could he explain that a space in the world was boiling when only his third eye could see the tumultuous damage of an overflowing tide, a sinkhole which had been there for millennia caving inwards towards a molten river of rock and bone before him as the superficial fabric of trees and grass stayed intact like a mocking mirage- “I didn’t see anything,” says Peter. Another truck passes the bar, and Peter ends his statement with a sip of his drink. They were building. He wasn’t sure who they were, or what they were doing, or if they could see or even perceive the desolate smoldering crater in reality that had been left behind where North Access, Cornwall used to stand. But Peter was watching. And he was afraid. If you had told Robert Scranton forty years ago that his father was right in his assumptions about how to stabilize reality, and that he’d been on the right track to building a device that could do it successfully at will, he probably wouldn’t have believed you. His father- Arnold Scranton- had raised him up to take his own role at the Foundation when he died, and as Arnie had gotten older and more senile Robert had more and more doubts about exactly what the hell he was planning to do. Old obscure texts tended to be unreliable- and old obscure texts in strange old languages bought off a MC&D auction house tended to be very unreliable. The only way his dad had been able to read it at all was because he’d gotten an old witch with some grasp of the old magics to translate it. Of course, that had all been before Robert had been born. If he’d had a say in exactly what primary sources his father was pulling his engineering tips from, he would have pointed towards something a little more well established. Maybe just asked him to pull out of the industry all together. In fact, the auto industry had been Rob’s personal backup plan in the case that his dad really had been crazy; he, for one, hadn’t gotten an engineering degree to fumble around with old ritual magic. Not that anyone outside Rob’s personal group of engineers needed to know about that portion of the project. But now, here he was. And it was 2016, and O5 had decided to build a factory. A factory. Now that had been a surprise for Robert Scranton, but after several decades of the Foundation becoming more and more reliant on Scranton Reality Anchors for everything from containment to task force operations, the world suddenly had a need. It wouldn’t be a large factory- just enough space to devote completely to building them, a specific workshop for Robert and his exactly 24 containment engineer staffers. The spot O5 had picked would need a few anchors all of its own, but it was already inert area on a containment site- a little out of the way, positioned over an old horse barn they’d demolished. They had a cover story and everything. It was glorious. The only thing keeping them from a completely smooth transition from a lab in Site-88 to a full devoted operation in Cornwall was the issue of supply- what they would need for the rituals. And Robert had made it very clear to O5 exactly what he was talking about when he said supply. They had assured him that where there was demand, there would be supply; they had said that the world had followed the Foundation’s lead in developing reality anchors, and had provided him with a hefty account to pay for what they needed. Robert wasn’t sure exactly what they were hoping he and his team would do with the money- were they hoping that they would do the whole thing, source their own supply? Because that was certainly not Robert’s business at all. Up until now, they’d just used old supply from the 80s, but that was running out fast. But that was all fine. They would figure it out, he was sure. Everything was going very smoothly for him- and he was about to ride it as far as it would go, at least until the factory was completed. April 4th, 2016. 1000 hours. Undisclosed Facility in Newcastle, England. Here is D.C. al Fine before them as they sit in the archives, surrounded by old wooden bookshelves extending to the skylight above. The skylight is rigged with laser beams, Coda knows. If you looked closely at the shadows being cast across the carpeted floor to the criss cross of files bound in human flesh and charred records from GOC agents long past, one could even see their thin ghosts inching across the room. It really does break the ruse, Coda thinks; makes you remember that just outside the door was a maze of steel hallways, control rooms, and far enough below them a hospital of injured and dying agents. A Foundation operative in this room would be able to tell the entire scheme in half a second just by looking at the iron bolts half-hidden at the northern baseboards. A normal person would be heavily distracted by the constant buzz of radio chatter from around the world blaring in their ear at all times, but Coda has been doing this job for so long it barely phases them. Sitting in the room, the two bathed in light, their respective jobs are easily revealed; D.C. in a brown tailored suit stirring sugar into his tea, and Coda in a gender ambiguous sweater and jeans, pale and haggard, raising the microphone on their headset away from their mouth in order to drink their own. Close, but not too close; two machines miraculously running in perfect parallel. Violin bows suspended in a symphony. Faint laser beam shadows in a dusty room. D.C. is troubled, and Coda is unable to pin down exactly what it is that’s bothering him. Coda notes the little signs on his face that show he’s lost rest recently with the vague interest of an old dog watching its master. They take their tea black and bitter from a steel pot to the left of the table, taking a sip while listening to an agent in France getting blown off their motorcycle by a miraculously materializing pipe bomb. The resulting cacophony is audible from Coda’s headset to where D.C. is sitting. He tries not to take notice to it, but can’t help but wince at the distressed intonations that follow- the words are muddled and in a variety of languages, but having been an agent in the field himself for many years he knows exactly what they’re saying and dreads the sound. Coda pauses picking at a stray thread on their sweater sleeve to turn down the volume once they see his mild reaction. It was a somewhat friendly gesture, but D.C. can’t help but imagine the agent laying dazed and dying in the middle of a French freeway, oblivious that there were two people aware of their plight calmly having tea several thousand miles away. Coda clears their throat. “Paris has it,” they say, as though it could keep the agent from getting hit and killed by a minivan in the impending few minutes. D.C. nods. He can hear the faint monotonous rattle of the Paris dispatcher cutting through the chaos whispering out of Coda’s headset. A hopeful part of him imagines that there’s something that can be done, but he knows the agent’s chances of survival dwindle with the number of highway lanes. “What a world we live in,” he remarks, “what a world, Coda.” It’s Coda’s turn to nod. They sigh, shift slightly in the old mahogany chair. “Indeed,” they respond, just to humor him. There are birds making a nest on the side of the skylight. D.C. tries to focus on the two featherless robins to take his attention from the ensuing chaos of Coda’s everyday existence. Coda looks at them too, and wonders if the security beams would get them before they could fly away. They were getting bored, but knew better than to rush D.C.’s commentary when he called these meetings; sometimes, D.C. wouldn’t get around to talking about anything at all, and they would just sit in silence listening to the clock on the mantle ticking their lunch breaks away. Coda always thought those were especially boring, and tended to turn their attention to the endless dilemmas in their earpiece more for entertainment than for anything else. D.C. puts his tea down on the saucer. “I’m going to run an idea past you,” he says, “and I need you to hear me out all the way before you tell me ‘no’.” Coda raises an eyebrow. While D.C. had been watching the laser beam birds the Paris team had been trying to drag the agent off the road at the height of rush hour traffic, but the new proposition was intriguing enough to pull the younger officer’s attention back to the events of the dusty library. D.C. takes a breath. “I was thinking about relaunching the Ichabod campaign,” he says. “Hm. No,” says Coda, going for another sip of tea. “If it’s the Cornwall Incident you’re worried about-,” “Incident,” they test the word in an academic half-sneer, probing. “You know, that’s always irritated me, the word incident. 1,200 people boiled alive isn’t an incident. 1,200 people boiled alive is a massacre. They say that being burned to death is the most painful thing the human body can endure, but I’ve looked and there’s no statistics on boiling in the modern era. It’s like nobody even thinks that you could do that to a person, forget over a thousand people. All the records on boiling someone to death come from the Middle Ages. The kind of thing you’d do to a prisoner, for humiliation.” “Let me finish, Coda,” he says with striking regularity in his tone, but Coda sets the cup back down on the oak table and continues, thoughtfully- “You know, the sound of people boiling-” they pause, considering, “-you know, drowning is a relatively quiet thing to have happen. People who are drowning don’t usually use the precious time they have when they come up from under the water to scream, so lifeguards generally learn to spot the body language instead of relying on auditory cues. Now the sound of people burning is very different. Obviously, when you’re burning at the stake, you’re going to be awfully vocal about it-” “-Coda-” “Do you want a second Cornwall?” says Coda evenly, without a hint of irritation in their tone. “Because if you want a second Cornwall, then by all means. I’ll put the Foundation clean-up crews on speed dial.” Coda does not register that they have crossed a line at first, but it dawns on them as the room seems to tighten, bringing the laser beams and their cutting shadows ever so closer to the point where they feel themselves writhing under Fine’s gaze. He puts his tea down and for a moment. There is dust and particulate in the air. They wonder where it came from. It was a facade, all of this- the GOC was neither old nor wise, had no libraries or archives to hold dust of any kind in sunbeams, nor dust, nor ash, nor steam- “If you do your job right,” D.C. al Fine says, “there won’t be a second Cornwall.” The agent in France dies in Coda’s headset. What a world it is, indeed. May 23rd, 1989 “Tell me the truth,” she says. They have been at this for an hour and a half and Francis Wojciechoski is writhing on the bathroom floor in front of her, sobbing. He isn’t sure how he got to this point and he isn’t sure if he’ll live past it. It is one of many nights like this but tonight she asks him, for the millionth time- “Tell me the truth!” She’s blocking the door. He’s afraid of what she’ll do but he’s so tired, so fucking tired and he’s bleeding again, that’s how all this started was that he’d woken up bleeding again- “I don’t know the truth, Lilly!” Francis screams and his voice cracks. She is the monster with teeth again. She is the antler predator, and he is afraid. The truth he had given had been the wrong truth, and in another life when he lays safe and sound in a bed in a Siberian training camp hundreds of thousands of miles away from North Access he will wonder if she pretended not to know because she was horrified of what she had done to him. Had she done it because she knew what was happening to her- that it was her, not him, who had been in a slow and painful decline into class 4, to maintain that denial? Had she done it to terrorize him? Had she wanted to hurt him at all, or was she doing it to herself? Was he a byproduct of her implosion? Why did she deny it…and why did she do it to him at all? There is terror in her eyes. He wishes that it was self-awareness. He isn’t sure of that now. “You’re a liar,” she hisses. “I don’t know what you want me to say!” Francis erupts, because he’s never been more frustrated and scared before in his life and he never will be again. He screeches with his last shred of dignity and his last shred of self-worth, his last sense of being as the person he is and has been- “I AM NOT A LIAR! I HAVE NEVER LIED TO YOU, YOU CAN’T JUST MAKE SHIT UP ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED!” And then he sobs. And the bathroom is quiet. And Lilly is quiet. And then she says quietly, like he hears it in his dreams and in his nightmares, whispered around dark corners of his home, fleeting in the shadows, a dark doubt that lurks in his subconscious and haunts him in its most potent form, now and forever: (sure as the water rises in the tide; sure as turbulence on an airplane leaving tucson, arizona in 1995) “Tell me the truth-” Inhale, exhale. Easy does it. Alto Clef, lightheaded and breathing heavily from the nightmare, rests his head between his knees to avoid passing out as the raw horror begins to leave his body. It takes a few minutes, but he comes back around a little, although his chest still hurts from the panic. He was getting too damn old for this shit. Maybe the next one would kill him off, he thinks bitterly. It was just plain stupid at this point- he was 30 years out from that now. He told himself he was over it; he had a new name, a new job, and most importantly nobody knew. Or at least, if anybody did know, nobody had come up and asked him about it, which had always been his worst fear in that regard. He was safe. And when he was awake, he knew that he was safe. This was a Foundation training camp in Siberia, and he lived in the building in the heart of it; if anyone came in unannounced they would know in an instant. The main site was less than a mile away. They had enough artillery between the two areas to bring the whole damn place down if they needed to, and as for emotional damage, the fear of being abused like that again- well, he never let anyone get close enough to try. So things were good. No, they were great, actually. Alto thought they really couldn’t be better. Sure, the PTSD was exhausting, and the Foundation beating a dead horse by giving him annual tests and interviews; he could do without both of those. But Cornwall? That was a long time ago now. Yes, thinks Alto Clef as he presses ‘play’ on Animal House, placed presently on his laptop for these exact nights where things were his subconscious wasn’t getting the memo; Cornwall couldn’t be farther behind him. And he was safe. And things were good. On the northern edge of an aquatic containment chamber somewhere in the Pacific Ocean, 2005 Foundation registered reality anchor #4,345 wasn’t sure quite when it woke up. It was hard for it to tell the time. Nearly impossible, actually. It could tell that it was floating in a line next to a few other reality anchors- it could feel them, hovering slightly in the distance just out of reach. #4,345 wondered if they were awake, too, and if they were awake if they remembered anything about how they got here and what they were doing aside from keeping everything stable. How long had it been there, anyway? What had it been before now- in the dark primordial ooze of reality it could feel rushing past its third eye? As time passed, #4,345 began to remember a few things about what it used to be. It hadn’t always been here, floating gently between the water roughly 5 meters off the ocean floor and the fourth dimensional Hume space that encompassed it. Sometimes #4,345 even felt as if it had once been part of something much bigger than the space that it knew. It didn’t have the ability to think very much, and only considered these questions once or twice a month before getting tired and going back to drifting on its chain as it always did- but after a few years it had been able to push and pull free a single memory. It remembered a house. @ @ @ @ @ @ Footnotes 1. TAKING THIS WARNING SERIOUSLY IS ADVISED. THANK YOU AND HAVE A NICE DAY. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4231" by thefriendlyvandal, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4231. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-4232 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4232 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation webcrawler I/O GILDED GADUS has been created to analyze images and documents of crustacean anart and determine if pieces are the result of SCP-4232. Foundation agents stationed within Nanaimo are tasked with preventing the spread of SCP-4232 via disinformation, covert destruction of artwork, and amnestics if necessary. Description: SCP-4232 is a process by which artistic inspiration is generated. The steps of this process do not adhere to a set order, and are as follows: Consumption of crustacean seafood Documentation of daily events and thoughts (typically by way of journaling) Documentation of dreams Depicting crustacean life forms through any artistic medium Daily commitment to these steps acts as a general catalyst for human imagination, inspiring various ideas at random points throughout the day. These ideas are almost always useful to the subject's immediate circumstances, and when shared or put into practice, are regarded highly by the subject's peers. SCP-4232 was discovered by a collective of anartists in Nanaimo, British Columbia, who had been using SCP-4232 to aid in various artistic endeavors. An artistic movement soon formed from the specific motifs exhibited by SCP-4232 products, which quickly spread throughout several anartist circles in the area. This movement was notable for the high volume of work being produced in small amounts of time, as well as the works' unexpected popularity. Summations of these works have been logged below, along with the artists' captions. Name: Are You Smarter Than A Lobster? Content: A lukewarm wading pool. While knee-deep in the water, observers are unable to perceive changes in temperature. After an observer enters the pool, the water gradually increases in temperature until it reaches 100 °C, at which point it immediately returns to room temperature. Caption: A lobster will stay in water as it increases in temperature, even when it starts boiling. Scientists say that this is because lobsters aren't very smart, but after all, ignorance is bliss. Take a dive, and take your chances; the lobsters of the world can’t all be wrong. Name: Shrimp Tank Content: A miniature armoured vehicle. It is enclosed within a glass cage, and empty shell casings litter the ground. The tank does not appear to move with any sense of direction, frequently bumping into the cage's walls and firing in random directions. Inside of the vehicle is a shrimp. Caption: Sometimes you don't know where to go. Sometimes you run into unexpected roadblocks. Sometimes you carelessly harm the things around you. This little guy has been there and done that; maybe you can learn from his experience. Name: Finnegan’s Wake Content: A large pipe organ composed of crabmeat. Chitin lines each key and ganglia line the rest of the construct. Despite its nonfunctional construction, the instrument plays and sounds as a regular pipe organ. When any key is depressed, the ganglia around the pipes vibrate intensely, correlating with presumed neural activity. Caption: This one’s for a friend. Wherever you went, I hope you can hear me. Name: Telomerase Content: A 3.5 meter tall lobster with cables extending from their antennae, attached to a generator. When switched on, the generator activates, providing energy to the lobster which it uses to moult, growing in size. Caption: Telomeres, as you may know, are the sequences at the end of chromosomes that get shorter every time a cell divides. This is a key component of the aging process. However, lobsters have a funny little quirk in their biology; an enzyme that repairs these telomeres. What all this science bullshit means is that as lobsters age, their chance of dying doesn't get any higher. Theoretically, lobsters could live for thousands of years. Of course, this isn't actually viable; for one thing, moulting would mean they'd get bigger and bigger over time, and then the energy required to moult would kill them. That's no matter, though; life finds a way, and an organism could definitely evolve a more efficient energy system than that of a lobster. The real problem with the infinite lobster is that no matter how big you get, there's always something bigger, and they'll always be ready to devour you whole. Addendum: SCP-4232 Analysis During research into the history of crustacean-based artwork, it was revealed that prior to the popularity of SCP-4232, the anartist collective responsible for its discovery was originally a small group of 14 adolescents and young adults in Nanaimo. The group's expansion only occurred after the disappearance of a then 17 year-old woman named Carol Finnegan, and the group's subsequent discovery of SCP-4232. An investigation was soon launched into Finnegan's disappearance. This investigation began with a series of interviews with the anartists who had known Finnegan prior to her disappearance. The last of these interviews is logged below. INTERVIEW LOG DATE: 06/18/2019 INTERVIEWER: Dr. Maxwell INTERVIEWEE: Philip Diaz (former member of aforementioned anartist collective) [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Maxwell: Hello, Diaz. I'm here to ask you a few questions. Diaz: Sure, man. Dr. Maxwell: About a woman named Carol Finnegan, specifically. Diaz: … oh. Hm. Dr. Maxwell: Is something wrong? Diaz: Nah, just… didn't expect anyone to be asking about her. Especially not nowadays. Dr. Maxwell: Why would that be? Diaz: She disappeared, I think 5 years ago? Somewhere around there. Even before then she wasn't exactly, uh, popular. I mean, we were the only people she ever talked to. Dr. Maxwell: No other friends? Family? Diaz: The only people, man. Dr. Maxwell: Do you have any reason for why she might have disappeared? Diaz: All I can give you is my cut of the story. Dr. Maxwell: That would be appreciated, thank you. Diaz: No problem. Before anything major happened we were just a group of friends, kind of like an after-school club. Some of us were out of school at the time, but it had the same feel to it. Dr. Maxwell: Were there any notable figures? Diaz: In terms of "notable" there was Ashley. Led the whole thing. She scheduled all of our little events that we'd get up to. Everyone else there was pretty much your average fledgling anartist. Dr. Maxwell: And I'll assume Carol was in this group. Diaz: Yeah. It was chill for the most part. Drawing, writing, sculpting, whatever we were doing we were doing. After some time, though, things got tense. Dr. Maxwell: How so? Diaz: Well, if you want me to be honest… Carol was pretty terrible at art. She was great to be around, but every time she submitted something we just kinda had to choke down our criticisms. She could tell, too. It started getting awkward after a while. Dr. Maxwell: Right. Did this lead to anything? Diaz: Okay, something to know about Ashley was that she was mainly a painter, right? Painted these huge, sprawling pieces. It was wild stuff, I mean she was by far the most experienced out of all of us. And her main thing was the sea. Underwater landscapes, packed with life and all sorts of geological features. Dr. Maxwell: Hmm. Would this underwater art happen to be tied to crustacean motifs? Diaz: That's where Carol comes in. It would have been… three? Maybe four months in, Carol tried something new. She'd bring in these little drawings. Lobsters, mainly, but as you said it was all about "crustacean motifs." Practice makes perfect, and Ashley's work gave Carol a clear direction. At least, that's what I assume she was thinking. Dr. Maxwell: So, did this improve her situation? Diaz: God, no. Every time she came, it would get worse. She'd bring something in, look at everyone else's art, excuse herself for a couple of minutes and come back even worse, day in and day out. I told her, you know. I told her to just pack up and leave for a while, at least a month. But she was so determined. She wanted the group's approval more than anything. As if we were important. We were just a bunch of kids, and she was getting angrier and angrier and worse and worse and looking back now I don't know why we let her do this to herself. And now, I don't know who the fuck thought this would be funny, but now there are lobsters and shrimp and crabs everywhere I look. They're in my god damn head. The fucking gall… Dr. Maxwell: Diaz? Diaz: Sorry. That was off-topic. Dr. Maxwell: If you wish to end the inter- Diaz: No. I'm fine, I was just rambling. (Diaz pauses.) Dr. Maxwell: Was that when she disappeared? Diaz: Yep. I can only hope she didn't do something stupid. Dr. Maxwell: I see. Thank you for your time. Diaz: No problem, man. It's been a while since I've talked about it. Thanks for that. [END LOG] After the interview, Diaz disclosed the former meeting grounds of the group, a high school which many of the group members attended. The school had been closed in 2018 for health concerns. A single art installation was found in the parking lot. Name: Imitation Crabmeat Content: A human-shaped, 68kg mass of hardened crab ganglia, partially immersed in a grey-brown fluid. Approximately every nine hours, a small stylized image of a crustacean appears in the air above the mass, before demainifesting three to five seconds later. Caption: I'm out of ideas. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4232" by magna2s, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4232. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-4233 | keter | close Info X SCP-4233: The Dreadnought Author: CadaverCommander Image Credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/diving-suit-old-historic-helmet-405730/ combined with https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Scaphandre_Carmagnolle_MnM_Paris.jpg photomanipulation expertly performed by The Great Hippo More by this author Item#: 4233 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-4233, circa 2007. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4233's anomalous physical properties all but preclude the possibility of primary containment, and as such secondary containment measures are considered adequate until a feasible method of physical containment is devised. All appearances of SCP-4233 are to be accounted for with a suitable cover story in conjunction with media blackout, and any civilians having witnessed an overt display of SCP-4233's anomalous effects are to be amnesticized at MTF discretion. Foundation listening network PANOPTICON is reminded to alert Foundation executive command of the credible appearance of any and all leviathans, and NTF Sigma-58 “Bottomfeeders” stands ordered to track SCP-4233's trajectory and establish radio contact as often as possible to aid in the discovery of any such sea-going bioforms. Description: SCP-4233 is an amphibious humanoid entity of unknown origin and composition that exhibits potent anomalous properties and operates under an unclear agenda. SCP-4233 physically resembles a human in a late-19th century diving suit, with a rigid copper helmet with glass viewing window and weighted boots. However, SCP-4233's body plan is disproportionate, and larger overall than that of a baseline human. The entity stands at approximately 2.5 meters when fully upright, with an exaggerated torso supporting thick, oversized arms, resulting in a somewhat simian appearance. Each time it has appeared, SCP-4233 has carried a large stockless anchor, approximately 1.8 meters in length and weighing an estimated 550 kilograms. This anchor is thoroughly corroded and encrusted with barnacles and other sessile sea life, consistent with roughly 75 years of continuous exposure to a marine environment. It bears this item on its right shoulder, and to date has not been observed to use this object for any discernible purpose. SCP-4233's primary anomalous properties lie in its physical and mechanical attributes. Its suit is opaque to all known forms of penetrative electromagnetic imaging and has thus far proven to be entirely impervious to damage. The extent of its durability and physical strength have proven difficult to quantify; across its many appearances since its first in 1953, SCP-4233 has accepted direct strikes from high-explosive anti-tank munitions, surface-to-surface missile systems, and a full broadside shore bombardment from an Iowa-class battleship without suffering any noticeable damage or impaired movement. It has disregarded any and all attempts at physical containment, typically by walking directly through any barricades or impediments placed in its path and ignoring the efforts of intercepting strike teams attempting to prevent or slow its advance. The entity's appearances are erratic and follow no observable pattern1, but its behavior is consistent and predictable. SCP-4233 emergence events begin with the entity walking out of the sea and onto a beach or stretch of coastline, chosen apparently at random and with no regard for any civilian presence. SCP-4233 has to date arrived on the coasts of California, Virginia, Scotland, Nova Scotia, Greenland, Thailand, Australia, Chile, Japan, Namibia, Oman, and the Kamchatka Peninsula, among others. Once on land, SCP-4233 will continue walking at a gradual pace (slightly less than 5 kilometers per hour) in a straight line, only altering its trajectory to avoid injuring civilians, animals, and large plants such as trees. It has not been seen to stop or change pace at any point, and will often simply walk through (and subsequently destroy) objects in its way, such as fallen logs, unattended vehicles, boulders, and abandoned buildings. It will continue on its set path and walk forward until it reaches the ocean, occasionally crossing entire continents over a period of months in order to do so. Upon reaching the coast, it will stop, set down its anchor, clap its hands together once, replace its anchor, then continue, walking into the sea until it disappears from view. To date, SCP-4233's path has not crossed any major population centers. It has traveled within 5 kilometers of small villages or towns2 on only three occasions, in 1964, 1972, and 1998, but did not enter the towns' limits, nor did it interact with any investigating civilians or law enforcement personnel in any way. It is currently unclear whether this is due to coincidence or deliberate planning on SCP-4233's part. It is uncertain whether SCP-4233 is sapient, and its motivations, if it possesses any, are presently unknown. (See subsequent addendum) Addendum 4233-01: On December 1st, 2017, as SCP-4233 approached the eastern coast of Baffin Island, operatives from Naval Task Force Sigma-58 “Bottomfeeders” tracking SCP-4233 began to receive a low-fidelity radio transmission of a deep, male voice humming the tune of the traditional sea shanty “What Shall We Do with a Drunken Sailor?”. Triangulation quickly confirmed that SCP-4233 was the source of this transmission. This was the first known instance of SCP-4233 producing electromagnetic signals of any kind, and NTF Sigma-58 were able to subsequently isolate SCP-4233's transmission frequency in an authorized attempt to establish contact with the entity. Resultant communication transcript follows below. Date: 1 December, 2017 Location: Approximately 1 kilometer from eastern shoreline of Baffin Island, Canada. Interview conducted from NTF Sigma-58 pursuit and reconnaissance truck at a distance of 3 kilometers from SCP-4233. (SCP-4233's broadcast signal is isolated with stability, and the entity's humming is clearly heard, although the signal is relatively low-quality and tinny. NTF Sigma-58 operative Sergeant Kendra Hill initiates verbal contact upon receiving clearance from Sigma-58 tactical command.) Sgt. Hill: Testing, one-two. This is Sergeant Kendra Hill of Foundation Task Force Sigma-58, hailing undesignated entity transmitting on this frequency. Is this channel receiving? (The humming stops. There is a moment of silence interspersed with slight static, which clears. SCP-4233 responds in English.) SCP-4233: Mmmm. New friends in the air today. I receive you, Miss Hill, as I receive your superiors. It is a good day for a swim, I think. (SCP-4233's speech is interspersed throughout with the sound of bubbling liquid.) Sgt. Hill: Who are you? (Laughter.) SCP-4233: Inquisitive. But that answer is long, and you've caught me with little time to spare. Words and boxes are your great loves, and all love should be respected. But words wash away from me, and I am my own box. Such as it can be, in time and tide. Sgt. Hill: What are you? SCP-4233: Peace and weight, part and parcel. I am my own slow way, in water and iron. I am the crashing wave. I am the calm of the deep, and the great pressure upon the bones of evil. No danger to you. Unless you think to threaten your own providence alike, haha. (The following question from Sgt. Hill is in deviation from the standardized list of questions provided to personnel in the event of an encounter with an anomalous sentient entity.) Sgt. Hill: Where are you going? SCP-4233: To walk along the bottom, and look up through the waves. I find that my vision is best through all the salt. But the wind and the grass have their own charms. When most of your life is darkness and mud, a flower is a genuine treasure. The depths have no eye for art. Kelp is not as interesting as it may seem. (Sgt. Hill is admonished for deviating from standardized conduct protocol, but permitted to continue her line of questioning.) Sgt. Hill: Is there something you're looking for? SCP-4233: There is. My brother. His signal is hard to find, so I must wander for a good spot, so he can hear me. Sgt. Hill: Who is your brother? SCP-4233: You have written of him in your lightning books. He appears in a suit like mine, though his is white, and made for the void, not the water. My elder brother, the champion of the Moon. He is very swift in the sky, and very strong, and often very silly. But he has been very, very silly lately. I wish to speak with him. He does not know I am calling him, I think. He has a hard time paying attention to things. Sgt. Hill: Why is it so important that you speak with him? SCP-4233: I wish to know if his stories are true, or if he is playing another of his games. If true, I wish to help him. If not, I will ask him for his help instead. Sgt. Hill: What do you need help with? SCP-4233: All life came from the sea, Miss Hill. Other things came from it too, and I must keep them from leaving. It would be very terrible if they did. I fight well at the bottom. My steel sings heavy death upon these creatures. But times change. They change very quickly, and though I am strong, I am slow. My brother moves with the speed of a thunderbolt, and strikes like the justice he so loves. He would be a great help. And sometimes his jokes are funny. Funnier than mine, at the least. Sgt. Hill: … Is there any way we can help? You don't have to do all of this alone. We're strong in our own way, you know. (Laughter) SCP-4233: Your spirit is as strong as your great ancestors'. But though you may wish to stop me, this is where my destiny flows. I will fight on, and win the war in the depths. My great weight will crush the foe. The waters will be still at last, and all peoples above will breathe easy, as I cannot. For now, I descend alone. (SCP-4233 has reached the shoreline. Sigma-58 cameras observe the entity stop and place its anchor into the shallow water at its side.) Sgt. Hill: I don't understand. Is going alone really necessary? Do you have to? You could just give us the information. SCP-4233: We all must flow through our ways, and bear our own burdens. You are yours, I am mine. Lay your noble guns to rest, and quiet your battle songs. Turn from the shore and stand in the warmth of the great sun. You will be safe. Though they mass in churning droves, no foul leviathan shall draw breath beneath the weight of my mighty anchor. For I am… (SCP-4233 claps its hands together, producing a ringing sound measured at 122 decibels. A massive wave of seawater causes sea levels within 5 kilometers of SCP-4233 to rise by approximately 1.2 meters. The origin point of this wave is unknown.) SCP-4233: … Sea Champion. Sgt. Hill: Wait wait, what exactly- (SCP-4233 advances into the water, and radio contact is lost.) Footnotes 1. The shortest recorded time between emergence events being approximately 45 days, the longest 7 years and 4 months. 2. With populations of 1500 or less. 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SCP-4234 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4234 Special Containment Procedures: Hereford and Worcester Animal Rescue has been relocated to a larger headquarters, and L4234 is currently Foundation-owned under the guise of ongoing construction work. The location is to be operated primarily by sterile male staff members, with assistance provided by male D-Class personnel. Six non-neutered domesticated dogs are to be housed at the site at all times to prevent manifestations of SCP-4234-1. In the event that SCP-4234-1 instances do manifest, the affected objects are to be removed (if possible) and placed in Storage Warehouse 4. Under no circumstances are these items to be viewed by personnel outside of testing. A single instance of SCP-4234 is permanently contained in an Incorporeal Entity Vacuum Chamber at Site-33. Testing on this instance is allowed bi-monthly, with permission from Site Director Havier. The instance's physical equivalent has been confirmed non-anomalous, and is currently in the possession of Agent Barrow. SCP-4234 instance № 205. Description: SCP-4234 are ambulatory and intangible manifestations of dogs (Canis familiaris) generated within the former headquarters of Hereford and Worcester Animal Rescue1 (designated Location L4234). SCP-4234 instances are universally identical to a non-neutered male dog present in the building's vicinity, sans testicular organs, and are generated at an average rate of once every 26 days (± 52 hours). Once generated, SCP-4234 will begin to rapidly move towards their physical counterpart. Although they frequently perform a slow running motion during this time, instances have been observed moving at up to 35 km/h, and the position of SCP-4234's legs rarely correlates with ground-speed. Once within one metre of the non-anomalous dog, SCP-4234 will position itself in the dog's precise spatial location and demanifest, removing the animal's testicles in the process. No canine health defects have ever occurred as a result of SCP-4234 manifestation. Should no dogs be present within the vicinity of L4234, several instances of SCP-4234-1 will be generated instead. SCP-4234-1 are vaguely canine in shape, but do not correspond to any living dog — instead, they are visually identifiable only as physical manifestations of the abstract notion of the removal of testicles. SCP-4234-1 are also intangible, but move at a much slower rate than SCP-4234, typically moving by levitating between 0.1 and 3 metres above solid or liquid surfaces. Each SCP-4234-1 will travel sporadically, and after a random amount of time, affix itself permanently to a single entity, be it an object, creature, location, or easily manipulable concept. In cases where the entity possessed testicles, this will simply remove them — however, the vast majority of entities affected by SCP-4234-1 did not originally possess testicles, and now indefinably have fewer than entities not possessing them at all. Currently, such entities include L4234, 94 non-human animals of various species, 15 motor vehicles, the documentation for SCP-8854, ocular toxoplasmosis within Hereford County Hospital, 96 items of furniture, 144 plants of various species, 34 human females, a single cloud, and 3 Abstract-Metaphysical Containment Constructs (affected during testing). Long-term sensory exposure to these objects has been found to have a profoundly detrimental effect on the human brain, resulting in existential crises, disillusionment and depression, visual agnosia, hallucinations, and in extreme cases, complete anterograde amnesia regarding all memories not related to testicles. A proposal made by Dr. Wether to graft testicular organs onto SCP-4234-1-affected entities, potentially neutralising the conceptual abnormality, is currently under consideration. Footnotes 1. A charitable organisation dedicated to the collection and re-housing of stray and mistreated dogs. |
SCP-4235 | safe | SCP-4235 in contaiment. Item #: SCP-4235 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4235 is stored in a granite-coated container at Site-34 outdoor facilities. The vase holding the object is to be watered and checked for structural damage weekly. Any signs of structural disrepair are to be reported to the appropriate personnel immediately. Personnel are not to remain within 10 meters of SCP-4235 for more than 30 minutes weekly. Description: SCP-4235 is a specimen of Rosa chinensis variety semperflorens, double floral type. Unlike other specimens of that variety, the object shows the inability to wither, decompose or deteriorate. Histological and genetic tests performed to the object have not revealed any notoriously different characteristics from other specimens of that species. SCP-4235 induces a state of entropic deterioration in organisms and objects within a 10 meter radius of itself. The rate at which subjects deteriorate is directly correlated to the rate of withering observed in non-anomalous specimens of R. chisensis. The object was discovered among the ruins of a flower shop affected by a structural collapse on 21/12/2012. Additionally, the remains of Hugo Galindo, owner of the store whose disappearance had been reported two months earlier were recovered from the rubbles. Addendum: Message recovered from H. Galindo email. Mon 01-10-2012 15:30 From: moc.liamtoh|odnilaGH#moc.liamtoh|odnilaGH To: moc.DCM|srewolfDCM#moc.DCM|srewolfDCM Subject: Rosa aeternum Dear Mr. Marshall: What you sold me is everything than promised and much more. A month has passed since you delivered me an exemplar of Rosa aeternum and it still shows no sign of withering or deterioration. It is still as lush as the first day, which is practically a miracle, especially considering the ravages of heat has done on my other flowers. Therefore, despite its high price I would like to order a dozen more of your "immortal roses", I already have potential buyers. In addition, send me the budget of the Tulipa vitae. But I need to ask you to send me the flowers in a few more days, I seem to get the flu and I don't know if I will be able to open the flower shop tomorrow. Best regards, Hugo Galindo1 Footnotes 1. Mr. Galindo was a non-native English speaker. Grammatical, syntactical and orthographic errors present in Mr. Galindo's message were maintained by the integrity of the document. |
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Special Containment Procedures: All newly-discovered instances of SCP-4236 are to be secured for containment as soon as possible. Instances are to be submitted for review before digitization and then secured in standard document storage. Any civilians with direct exposure to unedited instances of SCP-4236 are to be interviewed before being administered class-A amnestics. Foundation agents are to work with social media platforms to remove any pre-review instances of SCP-4236. Instances that contain classified information, technical documents, or audiovisual material of famous individuals should be of the highest priority. A small number of instances of SCP-4236 which contain classified or technical information may be edited and re-published onto online conspiracy-theory communities as part of an ongoing disinformation campaign. Under the condition in which no instances of SCP-4236 are discovered within the period of a complete calendar year, SCP-4236 is to be submitted for re-classification to class: Neutralized. Description: SCP-4236 refers to artifacts of anomalous origin first appearing in the late 1940s. SCP-4236 instances take the form of assorted media both physical and digital.1 Historically, instances of SCP-4236 have been recovered from secure military and government facilities among non-anomalous materials. Starting in the late 1980s, SCP-4236 instances have begun manifesting in far more unsecured locations. During the 90s, instances of SCP-4236 became increasingly common online, culminating in a peak of approximately twelve thousand new instances being detected and contained during the 2015 calendar year. The rate of appearances has since been showing a steady decline. The first reports of SCP-4236 were obtained from UIU records. The UIU initially deemed SCP-4236 a hoax before instances of SCP-4236 were discovered in secure facilities among classified information. To date, over five hundred and seventy thousand instances of SCP-4236 have been detected and contained. Early Foundation research into the origin of SCP-4236 instances suggested the presence of a memetic agent. However, efforts to detect a memetic agent related to SCP-4236 have failed, and testing has concluded that instances of SCP-4236 do not have cognitohazardous properties. A more modern hypothesis, supported by recent advances in Hume Decay Analysis, suggests that instances of SCP-4236 are manifesting from a parallel reality designated SCP-4236-A. SCP-4236-132. A photograph of what is believed to be SCP-4236-B with two unidentified engineers. SCP-4236 instances are characterized by references to an object designated SCP-4236-B. Information cataloged from SCP-4236 suggests that SCP-4236-B is an anomalous device located in secure storage in the Groom Lake Air Force Facility in Nevada within SCP-4236-A. The intended effect of SCP-4236-B is unclear, despite instances of SCP-4236 providing significant historical documentation of its construction. Technical information retrieved from SCP-4236 describes SCP-4236-B in a manner that does not seem to operate within the currently accepted understanding of particle physics. Initial experimentation with the theoretical principles outlined in instances of SCP-4236 has been met with complete failure, suggesting that physical laws may behave differently within SCP-4236-A. All instances of SCP-4236 recovered have been dated no farther than the date of discovery, suggesting that the flow of time within SCP-4236-A remains consistent with that of baseline reality. Patterns of information thus far provided by SCP-4236 suggest a geopolitical history nearly identical to baseline.2 Addendum 01: SCP-4236-00016 Military Engineering Report on the Construction and Activation of SCP-4236-B Memo from the office of Lieutenant General Leslie Richard Groves Jr. of the Army Corps of Engineers to the staff of facility ████████. ██/██/████. It is my great pleasure to announce that Project Silver Gear has been an overwhelming success. The team down at ██████████ have informed me that Gear-3 is operational as of this morning. Already the effects are observable, and I've got men in labs telling me that within the next eighty years we'll be seeing a complete reversal of expected behavior so long as Gear-3 is left in proper care. We've got a transport team already prepping the device for airlift, and with any luck it'll be humming along just dandy in that climate-controlled warehouse they've got out in Nevada before midnight. Once we have this thing off-base I'd like to start giving extended vacation time to everybody personally involved, in addition to the letters of recommendation I'm sending to both the Pentagon and the White House over these next few weeks. What we've done here may be the greatest accomplishment in human history. Despite the knowledge that the general public may never know what we've done here, I want you to all know that I could not be more proud of you and your service to this great nation. Gear-1 and Gear-2 really brought us all down, but we worked through it and proved that nothing is impossible for the greatest minds in science and engineering Americans have to offer. - Lieutenant General Leslie Groves Addendum 02: SCP-4236-01087 Newspaper Article Related to the De-Classification of SCP-4236-B Article from The New York Times, 1988, pg. 12 De-Classified Documents Reveal Military Science Experiment This week the Pentagon de-classified several hundred documents relating to research conducted by the US Army Corps of Engineers. The documents date from the late 1940's up until the mid 60's, and most detail unsuccessful research projects. One item, however, has made quite a stir in the physics community. Dubbed "Silver Gear" by the Army, this project apparently resulted in the creation of a successful device known as "Gear Three" according to paperwork from the time. Gear Three is described as a device that passively alters certain fundamental processes of space-time as described by Einstein. The Pentagon confirmed later in the week after media questioning that the device is still functional and currently located in a secure facility. Scientists familiar with the theories involved have suggested that the device is almost miraculous in nature if it truly performs as described. A photo released among de-classified documents this week by the Pentagon. "Gear Three" is described as a device which uses previously classified scientific developments in order to change certain fundamental laws of the universe. The Times was able to speak with a retired Army Corps researcher who asked to remain anonymous, suggesting that he was unsure if policy permitted him to speak on the function of the device in an official capacity. He told our interviewer that: "Gear Three, at least in theory, affects the expansion of space within our reality. Although we can't yet see the effects because of the cosmological horizon, the energy produced by Gear Three is expected to be causing the expansion of space to slow, and eventually reverse. Eventually, we may see the effects of this on Earth as certain processes associated with entropy no longer behave as expected. I can't express how happy I am, and I expect many others associated with the project are, for the general public to be able to read and hopefully gain inspiration from our accomplishments." According to the researcher, as well this writer's limited understanding of the technical information available, we can't expect to see testable alterations in the behavior of particle physics until about 2015. Surely much of the larger scientific world will be giddy at the concept of an entirely new physics to explore and test when that day comes. Addendum 03: SCP-4236-12523 Video Transcript VIDEO LOG DATE: June 17, 2013 NOTE: Excerpt of Video Transcript. Interview of President of the United States Barack Obama by Charlie Rose for PBS. This section of the interview lasts approximately one minute and twenty-five seconds in total and is the only material not present in other recordings of the same broadcast. A still from SCP-4236-12523. [BEGIN LOG] Rose: Let's move away from Guantanamo for a moment to talk about an issue that seems to be becoming more relevant in the past few weeks. During a campaign speech in 2008, you promised, in addition to fighting climate change, that your administration would 'take a look' at this device in Nevada and give the American people a definitive answer about whether we're going to keep it running or not. Since then, your administration has been silent on the matter. In the last several months there have been some isolated protests here in Washington with fringe groups claiming that you're ignoring "the most important issue". What would you say to them? The President puts his hand up to his mouth and he looks toward the corner of the ceiling before laughing briefly. The video then cuts back to Rose, who is smiling. Obama: Well, first of all, uh… I'd tell them that there is no single "most important issue" to America today. As Americans, uh… I believe it is our collective responsibility to face the issues that affect all of us head-on every day. That's what my administration is trying to do, and we can't pick out issues that only some people find important and decide to address them before the concerns of everybody else. The President begins to adjust his position in his seat and clears his throat. Rose: So you don't consider this issue a priority within your admin- Obama: Well now hear me out. We're always trying to listen to real problems. We've been making historic progress toward fighting climate change… uh, we've repaired relationships with our allies in Europe and the Middle East, we've done a lot of things and we're going to continue doing a lot of things that are in the shared interest of the American people and that fill our role as stewards in the global community. We haven't stopped uh… we haven't been ignoring this thing. We've got some very intelligent, capable people looking into what it is and what it means, it's just not what our focus is when it comes to communicating our plans right now as an administration. I would ask for these protestors to speak their mind and tell us what they consider important while being uh… respectful and patient. What I've found out over the course of my political career, especially as President- What I've found is that we solve issues with patience, and understanding, and the willingness to cooperate with each other. The video cuts to Rose who asks a question about a then-recent controversy regarding the NSA. [END LOG] Addendum 04: SCP-4236-327464 Journal Entry of Unknown Author I went home today. Just for Thanksgiving. I'm not sure what I thought would happen. To tell the truth I didn't really expect Mom and Dad to invite me. Not after we met last time. I'm really struggling to figure out which part of me is crazy. Is it the part that made me want to sit and listen while the family mocked those "terrorists" on the news or is it the part of me that thinks I should have been out there today? Of course, I'm not capable of either, so I got to end thanksgiving dinner by being thrown out of my own parent's home. The look everybody gave me when I started shouting. It's the same expression Jamie gave me after I told her if she couldn't support the movement we couldn't be together. I can't deal with it. I think I'm done. I'm just going to have to start pretending like this isn't all crazy. Like it's just some normal thing. But how the fuck am I supposed to pretend that the end of the world is ok? Nobody can even come up with a coherent answer as to why they don't care! Mom told me she "has faith" and tried to get me back into the church. Dad just gave me that disappointed look. Of course Tom tries to talk to me about how "we don't know what'll actually happen, maybe it'll…". I feel like I'm in a nightmare, and any moment I have to wake up and my entire existence since after I heard about the damned thing is going to turn out to have been a real shitty dream. That would explain why a new disaster movie comes out every two years and everybody acts like it's so thrilling and exciting and frightening while we all sit on the actual end of the world. Meanwhile, it's already doing its job. Who knows how many beings, how many civilizations it's already destroyed? Maybe every second I sit here in front of this paper instead out of out there at that fence with a fucking gun I'm dooming millions of sapient beings. Maybe we deserve it. As a species I mean. Maybe we're doing it to ourselves because we know how disgusting we are, and the "not a big deal" shtick is some sort of group-psychology suicidal ideation. Would that mean I'm one of the people who doesn't deserve to die? Or maybe it means I'm one of the only ones so selfish that I'm not willing to see how much we all deserve it. Maybe it's God. Or like, anti-God or something. Maybe it's looked at all of reality and everything that exists and realized that it's just too much of a hassle, so it reached down and put the thought in those scientists' heads. And then after it did the same with the rest of us, "It's ok, it'll work out on its own". That's the thing that frightens me the most. Every time my rational brain, at least I have to continue to assume it's the rational part of my brain. Every time it tells me how fucked up this all is, how much danger we're all in, what a fucking waste it would be to see all of human history, everything we love and care for and everything I think about every single moment of my life get erased in an instant… that other part of me comes up and says "hear how emotional you are? Hear how angry and upset you are? This has poisoned you. You'd be so much happier, and pure, and good if you just hugged your Mom and Dad and said you were sorry and went on with your life." And it says it with the voice of every person who's ever been kind to me, every person I've loved, every person I'm so afraid of losing to a meaningless fucking end. It doesn't really matter anymore anyway. The hype is gone, the movement is over. There's maybe a third of us coming to the meetings anymore. Kelly tries but when she stands in front of the podium and makes that same speech every night you can see it in her face that she doesn't really believe we're going to be able to do anything anymore. By this time next year, we'll be completely out of the news cycle, we haven't even gotten a question asked about us on the primary stage. I think I'm going to go home. I just want to feel happy again. Wouldn't it at least be better just to feel happy? Footnotes 1. Types of media include but are not limited to: Typed government documents, hand-written notes, newspaper articles, audiovisual media such as cassettes, videotapes, film reels, and DVDs, operations manuals, books, and scientific journals. 2. Further analysis of SCP-4236 instances have indicated that minor historical details also generally remain similar. These includes but is not limited to: the results of local elections, stock market data, individual dates of birth and death in the public record and pop-culture trends. |
SCP-4237 | euclid | Image 1 is CC BY-SA 2.0 and source is here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ben_Nevis#/media/File:Ben_Nevis.jpg Image 2 is Public Domain and source is here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Winter_of_2009%E2%80%9310_in_Great_Britain_and_Ireland#/media/File:Great_Britain_Snowy.jpg [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Image taken during SCP-4237-2 activation upon commencement of Procedure 4237-Coronation. Thick fog is produced by SCP-4237-1 during this procedure. Item #: SCP-4237 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4237 is the joint designation for both SCP-4237-1 and SCP-4237-2. SCP-4237 is to be manned at all times by a standard maintenance crew, as well as a research team. No less than 4 members of the research team must be fluent in Scottish Gaelic, and it is encouraged (though not required) that Junior Researchers posted to SCP-4237 undertake efforts to learn Scottish Gaelic. Classes are provided on site. Starting immediately after the end of the Summer Solstice, Procedure 4237-Coronation is to be enacted. The temperature of SCP-4237-1 is to be kept above a minimum of -32°C and below a maximum of -17°C using the heating elements installed on SCP-4237-1. A gradual increase in snow production is permitted via SCP-4237-1, in line with acceptable levels for the season around the area of Ben Nevis during the procedure. Starting immediately after the end of the Winter Solstice, Procedure 4237-Abdication is to be enacted. The temperature of SCP-4237-1 is to be kept below a maximum of -54°C. A mixture of heating elements and coolant is to be used within SCP-4237-1 to maintain an acceptable temperature. Description: SCP-4237-1 is a structure of anomalous make built within the mountain of Ben Nevis, Scotland. The structure is 575m tall and composed of a steel alloy1 able to withstand rapid temperature fluctuations. The age of the structure is unknown, though radiometric samples place it at around 2.6 million years old. SCP-4237-1 also contains an anomalous device capable of weather manipulation, including extreme temperatures and conditions such as: Blizzards, thunderstorms, tornadoes and heat waves. SCP-4237-1 also functions as the containment cell for SCP-4237-2. SCP-4237-2 is an anomalous humanoid female of indeterminate age, though biological samples taken during initial discovery place SCP-4237-2 around the age of 45. Records collated from within SCP-4237-1 were translated from Scottish Gaelic, and place SCP-4237-2 at over 115,000 years old2. SCP-4237-2's body displays multiple differences from expected appearance from joint Homo sapiens and Homo neanderthalensis DNA, including dark blue skin, naturally orange-brown teeth and a height of 36.73m. SCP-4237-2 is also missing their left eye, with skin having grown over the socket. The cause for this has yet to be determined as no scarring has been observed. SCP-4237-2 is only to be contacted during Procedure 4237-Coronation with approval from the Head Researcher assigned to SCP-4237. During Procedure 4237-Abdication, SCP-4237-2 is not to be contacted unless agreed upon by the Site Director and Head Researcher. SCP-4237-2 is only capable of conversing in Scottish Gaelic. SCP-4237-2 has a natural body temperature of -49°C, and is the source of SCP-4237-1's anomalous weather manipulation. + Addendum 4237-Sovereign LEVEL 4 ACCESS REQUIRED - LEVEL 4 ACCESS GRANTED If Procedure 4237-Coronation is not carried out successfully, a Sovereign event will occur. An immediate warning is to sent to all SCP Sites in the Northern Hemisphere Priority 1. Evacuations are to be initiated from all population centres north of the 45th Parallel North. All evacuees are to be transported directly south below the 45th Parallel North. During a Sovereign event, the local temperature around Ben Nevis and nearby geography will rapidly plummet to -73°C and will cause rapid, heavy snowfall, glacier formation and rapid generation of permafrost. The effect will travel outward from Ben Nevis, and it is estimated that it would take 33 days to encompass the Northern Hemisphere above the 45th Parallel. See Incident Log-4237-α for details. If unimpeded, this would result in a GK Class Climate Inversion event, where over 15% of the human population would require relocation around the globe, and secondarily, a Broken Masquerade Scenario. + Incident Log 4237-α LEVEL 4 ACCESS REQUIRED - LEVEL 4 ACCESS GRANTED The following logs detail a breach of containment by SCP-4237-2 during the Winter of 2009-2010. While the secrecy of the Foundation was maintained, the effect on Scotland (and by extension, the rest of the British Isles) was disastrous. As a direct result of this breach, 25 civilian lives, and the lives of 18 Foundation personnel were lost. Log collected from on Site Black Box Date: 15/12/2009 05:22:39 Core Temperature: -25°C WARNING TEMPERATURE FLUCTUATION DETECTED WARNING Core Temperature: -32°C Core Temperature: -41°C EMERGENCY HEATING ELEMENTS ACTIVE Core Temperature: -63°C FAILURE IN MAIN HEATING ELEMENTS CONTAINMENT BREACH IN PROGRESS AUTOMATED WARNING TRANSMITTED TO SITES 37, 61, 88 AND 114 SOVEREIGN EVENT IN PROGRESS Upon commencement of the automated warning MTF Unit Sigma-17 ("Blackwatch Brigadiers") was alerted and deployed from Monitoring Station Red Hill. Incident Log 4237-α Date: 15/12/2009 05:28:22 [Helmet cameras power on from multiple squad members as they embark onto an APC. Glimpses of outside weather show it is deteriorating rapidly, with heavy snowfall already in effect.] Murray: Command this is Red Team, we're on the move, do you read? Command: Loud and clear Red Leader, SCP-4237-2 is currently moving North-northeast at around 12.5 miles per hour [The engine of the APC rumbles as it pulls away from the Monitoring Station and heads into the blizzard] Murray: Solid copy Command, Red Team, mic check! Walls: Check! Mackay: Check! Davis: Aye! Munro: Ready sir! Murray: All clear, Command, what's our plan to deal with the skip? Command: Navcom are patching through your route now, you are to engage and draw 4237-2 back towards the summit. A containment team will be ready to re-contain the anomaly from there. [Red team proceeds to ready weapons and secure gear. Each are dressed in stander Winter Ops MTF combat armour and field kit. 15 minutes pass before the APC stops.] Driver: Sir we have visual contact! [A screen in the transport bay lights up. A camera feed shows the figure of SCP-4237-2 silhouetted against the white of the snowstorm around her] Walls: So that's the big maw hersel' Murray: That it is. Command, visual confirmed, anomaly is approximately 1.5 klicks from the summit. Command: Copy Red Leader, you are free to engage. [Red Team begins to dismount the APC, forming a chevron in the snow] Murray: Open fire on my mark. Three, two, mark! [Red Team opens fire on the entity. Due to weather visual confirmation of hits is not possible, though SCP-4237-2 is seen turning to face the team] Munro: I think we just pissed it off! Murray: Everyone back inside! Get us up the fucking mountain! [Red Team re-embarks the APC and turns to climb the mountain. SCP-4237-2 begins to give chase] Murray: Davis! Man the gun! Command, we have one pissed off skip heading right towards us, tell me the containment team is ready! [The vocalisations of SCP-4237-2 were captured faintly by the radio equipment of Red Team] SCP-4237-2: The land will be as it was when sun hung low and the [UNINTELLIGIBLE] before those that forged all! The following data was collected from the automated weather station at the summit of Ben Nevis during the breach. During this period of data collection SCP-4237-2 was temporarily contained atop the summit by both specialist containment teams and MTF Sigma-17. Satellite image taken during the weather stabilisation via SCP-4237-1 after the containment breach Date: 15/12/2009 05:25:37 Temperature: -23°C UPDATE Temperature: -35°C UPDATE Temperature: -42°C Date: 15/12/2009 07:19:42 Temperature: -57°C UPDATE Temperature: -62°C Snow Level: 462% above expected levels SITE 143 LOG MULTIPLE POWER FAILURES CIVILIAN CASUALTIES: CONFIRMED FOUNDATION CASUALTIES: CONFIRMED EXTENT OF BREACH EFFECT: NATIONAL RE-CONTAINMENT PRIORITY: ALPHA 0 The following is a report from the BBC that embedded Foundation agents suppressed, and replaced with the publically available report. People from across the country are being met with gridlock, power cuts, and potentially fatal blizzards as the UK faces a storm unlike anything seen before. Reports are coming in from the north of Scotland claiming temperatures as low as -47°C. Rivers and lakes across the country have frozen over, with even the Thames itself frozen solid, a sight not seen since the Frost Fair of 1814. Emergency services are completely overwhelmed as the country cries out for help, in what may be the worst winter storm to ever occur in recorded history. Addendum 4237-27a - Interview Log The following interview log has been translated from Scots Gaelic to English for ease of access. <BEGIN LOG> Interviewer: Dr. Heller Interviewee: SCP-4237-2 Dr. Heller: Good morning. 4237-2, how are we feeling today? SCP-4237-2: As fair as the waters that flow across my lands Dr. Heller: Glad to hear it 4237-2, has the team kept you comfortable? SCP-4237-2: As comfortable as can be, within these walls. Dr. Heller: Good, very good, may I ask you some more questions 4237-2? SCP-4237-2: By all means, Shaman. Dr. Heller: [shuffles through her papers] What is your first memory of this facility? SCP-4237-2: [appears to be in deep thought] I remember the walls of stone, I stood astride the untouched plains of white snow, resting in the rise and reigning in the fall. I cast mountains from the dirt like thrones and guided the few in this land. Dr. Heller: I see, how long ago was this? SCP-4237-2: Before your time, when your brethren still walked alongside you, young one. When the world was right. Dr. Heller: What do you mean when you say, "when the world was right"? SCP-4237-2: When life flourished in its own image, when the crafters could create as they wished. When those that did not fit were cast as moulds for what would be. Dr. Heller: Very well, could you explain further please? SCP-4237-2: Why should I explain what is obvious? What winds have already howled in cold nights and rivers have whispered in their dreams. The time of my kith and kin long gone, before the walls of winters end were placed. A thing you could not know, but of which I will show. [Emergency heating elements are activated as the temperature inside SCP-4237-2 decreases rapidly. Dr. Heller exits the chamber as SCP-4237-2 retreats deeper into 4237-1] Footnotes 1. The alloy contains low carbon content (0.25-0.35%), with trace amounts of nickel, chromium, molybdenum, vanadium, as well as zirconium and boron. 2. Research is ongoing into the exact origin of these records, as they far exceed the earliest known date for written human language by over 100,000 years. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4237" by Dr Raveren, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4237. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-4238 | euclid | close Info X ⚠️ Content warning: Child Abuse 95.37% (+185) 4.63% (-9) -% (+0) -% (-0) ⚠️ content warning Item #: SCP-4238 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4238 is to be contained within a modified standard humanoid containment chamber containing only a futon and one blanket. Meals are to be delivered once a day via drone taken in the cafeteria. SCP-4238 is not to be given access to any sort of silverware or utensils at any point. Control of SCP-4238's cell is to be handled by Senior Researcher Fishbaum. A live security feed is to be recorded and sent to Senior Researcher Fishbaum stored on standard Foundation data servers. Due to SCP-4238's deceptive nature, no other individuals are to watch the recorded feeds without authorization from Senior Researcher Fishbaum. Cleaning crews are to visit once a day after testing sessions to clean the chamber and, following Incident 4238-A, remove SCP-4238-1 instances before disposing of them. Description: SCP-4238 is an approximately 8-year-old female humanoid formerly known as Amelie Bassett. The entity is capable of anomalously enhancing physical objects, referred to as an SCP-4238-1 instance, and marked with a "(+[Level])" depending on the level of enhancement. Enhancing an item increases the object's durability, efficiency relative to the item's intended purpose by 30%1, and develop a colored aura. Items can be enhanced multiple times, increasing the durability and efficiency by an additive 30% as well as changing the color of the aura. The colors range from purple, seen in (+1) instances, to red, seen in (+7) instances. Enhancement appears to be governed by random chance, starting at approximately 95% chance of a successful enhancement for mundane items and decreasing to a lower limit of approximately 0% by the 7th enhancement. On an unsuccessful enhancement, the item will quickly break down into its base molecular components, effectively destroying the item. In the case of an unsuccessful enhancement, SCP-4238 will spontaneously manifest injuries of varying severity dependent on the enhancement level of the item prior to failure. These injuries are offset by an enhanced regeneration factor, allowing the entity to recover from most injuries within minutes. Addendum-1: Initial testing was conducted by Senior Researcher Fishbaum, along with Junior Researcher Steven Han, from June 2nd, 2015 through June 25th, 2015. Extraneous logs have been removed for brevity. Full list available upon request. [+] Test Log 1 [+] [-] Close Test Log 1 [-] Test 1 Item: Standard screwdriver Result: Successful. Full 360 degree rotation of the screwdriver resulted in the screw turning 468 degrees. Test 2 Item: Previously enhanced screwdriver(+1) Result: Successful. Full 360 rotation of the screwdriver resulted in the screw turning 576 degrees. Test 6 Item: 5 dollar bill2 Result: Successful. Bill was used to purchase a $3 pack of chips from an on-site vending machine. $3.50 was given as change. Test 8 Item: Pack of crayons Result: Unsuccessful. Crayons broke down over 20 seconds and left behind carbon residue. Small lacerations appeared along SCP-4238's back before fully healing within 30 seconds. Replacement outfit requested.3 Test 23 Item: Wrench(+5) Result: Successful. Similar results to Test 2. Test 47 Item: Previously enhanced pencil(+7). Result: Unsuccessful. SCP-4238 refused, claiming that “it can’t go past red.” Test 55 Item: Previously enhanced plastic knife(+2) Result: Successful. Notes: SCP-4238 cut itself by accident due to the increased sharpness of the knife. Interestingly, the wound healed within seconds. Incident 4238-A: On June 27th, 2015, Senior Researcher Fishbaum was attacked by SCP-4238 following an unsuccessful enhancement attempt. SCP-4238 utilized a plastic knife given to it for a meal that had been enhanced 3 times to stab Fishbaum. Given SCP-4238's size, Fishbaum was able to disarm the entity and subdue it until security intervened. Live Security Footage of SCP-4238's Containment Cell: Transcript Date: June 27th, 2015 Notes: Due to an audio encoding error, the following file was submitted by Senior Researcher Fishbaum hours after the initial incident with several video and audio errors. Pitch shifts and screen blackouts are common. Discrepancies are highlighted in red in the following transcript. Junior Researcher Han had been sent to acquire various items for testing. Video begins with Fishbaum sitting at a metal table across from SCP-4238; its jumpsuit is stained with blood. Various items lay on the table, all glowing various shades of purple and blue. The table has several blackened spots covering the surface. Fishbaum holds a blurred item with a noticeable orange aura. Fishbaum: Amelie, please stop making this difficult. SCP-4238: I don't want to… it hurts… Video goes black Fishbaum: (sighs). Amelie, if you do this, I'll get you ice cream, okay? SCP-4238: …no, I don't… Fishbaum: Great, so let's do this one more time, okay? For me? 20 seconds of silence follow. SCP-4238 screams. 45 seconds of silence follow. Fishbaum: Help! Security! Video resumes SCP-4238 is curled on the floor in a puddle of blood. Fishbaum is breathing heavily, a small gash visible on the palm of his left hand. A plastic knife with a blue aura is in his right hand. The table has been knocked over, scattering the various items onto the floor. Security personnel rush into the room and restrain SCP-4238. [End Log] Notice regarding SCP-4238's containment procedures SCP-4238's object class has been elevated to Keter following Incident 4238-A. All furniture is to be removed from the containment cell and all meals are to be delivered directly to the cell without any utensils. Any interviews, tests, or other meetings with SCP-4238 are to be cleared by me first. SCP-4238 should be handcuffed prior to any such meetings. — Senior Researcher Fishbaum Addendum-2: Further testing was performed independently by Senior Researcher Fishbaum from August 1st, 2015, to September 23rd, 2015. Extraneous logs have been removed for brevity. Full list available upon request. [+] Testing Log 2 [+] [-] Close Log 2 [-] Test 53 Item: Feather quill(+2) Result: Successful. Test 55 Item: 8th century katana(+3) Result: Unsuccessful. Noted Injuries: Bruising present on ribs and left eye. Test 62 Item: Standard M4 rifle, unloaded Result: Successful. Fishbaum: An error in the system replicated Test 62 16 times. Ignore it. Test 79 Item: Kevlar vest Result: Successful. Test 86 Item: [DATA EXPUNGED](+5) Result: Unsuccessful. Noted Injuries: Severe bruising around throat. Left ulna fractured. Addendum-3: On December 25th, 2015, the following footage was sent to Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand by on-site therapist Angela Richards. The video was taken with a Foundation-issued mounted body camera. Date: December 20th, 2015 Richards is walking towards SCP-4238’s containment chamber. Fishbaum can be seen just outside, his hand on the biometric scanner. As Richards approaches, he takes his hand off of the scanner. Richards: Hi there, I'm Angela Richards, here to do a quick psych check on SCP-4238? I’m assuming you’re Dr. Fishbaum, right? Fishbaum: Er, yes, that’s me. I’m sorry, who are you again? Richards: Angela Richards, on-site therapist? You got my email, right? Fishbaum: No… no, I did not. Richards: Hm, must’ve gotten lost then. Anyways, I have a scheduled psych eval for SCP-4238. Today. Right now. Fishbaum: I’m afraid that I have a testing session scheduled with SCP-4238 right now, so either you’re mistaken or I am. But I’m quite certain I’m correct. Richards: Your testing can wait. I’d like to speak with SCP-4238 as soon as possible to avoid any more delays. Unless you want me to explain to my superiors that you’re delaying the psych eval for the second time. Fishbaum: …Fine. But I’m going to be there as well. Richards: No can do. Your presence may aggravate SCP-4238, and I’m not sure I’ll be able to get a clear answer out of her if you’re there. Fishbaum: Hm. Alright, go then. I’ll just reschedule my testing for the next time. Fishbaum walks past Richards. Richards: Uh, good talk… okay, let’s go. Richards heads into the chamber and closes the door behind her. The lights are turned on. SCP-4238 is not in sight, though the blanket covering a curled-up individual on a futon appears conspicuous. Richards: Hello? Amelie? Oh. Okay then. Richards notices the blanket and crouches down before it. Richards: Hi, my name's Angela. The blanket shifts slightly. Richards: Here, I uh, I brought cookies- The blankets shift again and a small hole is formed through which the silhouette of SCP-4238 can be seen. Richards places a backpack down in front of her, and pulls out a flimsy plastic container of sugar cookies. She opens it and sets it down in front of SCP-4238. Richards: They're not the best, but uh… yeah. (coughs) The blanket shifts again. A single hand extends outward along the floor and towards the open box. It grabs a single cookie before slowly snaking back under the blanket. A brief flash emanates from the edges of the blanket before the hand returns with the cookie, now radiating a purple aura. Richards: Oh! No no, these are for you to eat. The hand falters. Richards digs through her backpack and pulls out a notepad. Richards: Y-You can have them all, if you want. Really. The hand pulls back into the blankets. The sounds of chewing can be heard. The hand extends again before grabbing the entire box and pulling it within the blankets. Richards: You're gonna get crumbs all over your blanket, but uh, I've done that in bed a couple times too so, no judgement from me. SCP-4238 violently coughs from underneath the blankets. Richards: Slow down, you're gonna choke. Richards pulls a water bottle from the backpack, opens it, and places it in front of SCP-4238, who grabs it quickly. The plastic container is ejected from the blanket along with an empty water bottle. Richards: Um, okay. Can I ask you some questions? SCP-4238 remains silent. Richards: This is worse than I expected. Well, uh, I'm gonna go now, okay? I’ll… I’ll try to come by again. Richards leaves the containment chamber and turns the camera off. [End Log] To: Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand From: Angela Richards Subject: Ethical Treatment of SCP-4238 I know I’m not a licensed psychiatrist yet but fuck it. I believe that SCP-4238 is being mistreated and abused by Senior Researcher Connor Fishbaum. As I’m sure you can see from the attachment, SCP-4238 appears to be deeply afraid of people and was traumatized heavily enough that when given a cookie, instead of eating it as a normal 8-year-old child does, she used her anomalous ability and gave it back. That is not normal. Combined with the odd testing logs, odd security logs, and the fact that Fishbaum delayed the initial psych eval of SCP-4238, all signs are pointing to abuse of the SCP in question, his position, or both. I ask that this be formally submitted to the Ethics Committee for review. - Angela Richards, M.S., B.S. Recording I took of SCP-4238 To: Angela Richards From: Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand Subject: Re:Ethical Treatment of SCP-4238 We’ve received your report and have submitted your findings for discussion. - Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand Addendum-4: Researcher Fishbaum resumed testing of SCP-4238 from January 11th, 2016 to February 10th, 2016. [+] Testing Log 3 [+] [-] Close Log 3 [-] Test 87 Item: SCP-███ Result: Unsuccessful. Noted Injuries: Light bruising along right chest. Left femur fractured. Test 88 Item: SCP-███ Result: Successful. Test 95 Item: Telescopic lens(+3) Result: Unsuccessful. Noted Injuries: Bruising on left cheek. Cut above right eye. Test 97 Item: Beryllium bronze sample(+2) Result: Unsuccessful. Noted Injuries: Bruising across abdomen. Left eye swelled. Test 101 Item: Class-X Amnestic(+6) Result: Unsuccessful. Noted Injuries: Coughed up blood. Ribs crushed. Addendum-5: On January 14th, 2016, Researcher Fishbaum appended the following notable video log. Live Security Footage of SCP-4238's Containment Cell: Transcript Date: January 12th, 2016 Notes: Due to an audio encoding error, this video contains several video and audio errors. Pitch shifts and screen blackouts are common. Discrepancies are highlighted red in the following transcript. SCP-4238's outline can be seen underneath its blanket as Fishbaum enters the chamber. Fishbaum: Hello? Amelie? I'm back. The blankets shift slightly. SCP-4238's outline shrinks. Fishbaum: Come now, let's not make things hard for us. Come on, get out. There is no response from SCP-4238. Fishbaum: Please? (sigh) Alright, that's fine. Video goes black. Fishbaum: Not sure why it cut out here. Just told SCP-4238 that I'd get it its favorite flavor of ice cream if it worked with me. Video is restored. SCP-4238 sits at the table, biting its lip. Its blanket is in the corner of the room, opposite the futon. Fishbaum stands in front of the table and wipes his brow with a sleeve before taking a seat. Fishbaum: There… that wasn't so bad, was it? …right? SCP-4238 nods. Fishbaum: Alright, let's get started then. [End Log] Addendum-6: An audio log was recorded by on-site therapist Richards in a meeting with Senior Researcher Fishbaum. Date: January 16th, 2016 Richards: Sorry about that, I had to finish up a draft I was working on. You wanted to see me? Fishbaum: Yes, I just wanted to ask how your meeting with 4238 went? Richards: The one from a month ago? It was fine. I’ll be meeting with her again soon, actually. You’ll have to forgive me if I can’t divulge more. Doctor-patient confidentiality and all. Fishbaum: …Right. Listen, Richards. Richards: Mhm? Fishbaum: Unfortunately, you’ve been transferred. You received the email, right? Richards: What email? What are you talking about? Fishbaum: Well, Director Yol was made aware of the danger that 4238 posed and with you being a relatively new employee, well, he was concerned that you were putting yourself at risk. So, he’s decided to transfer you to a less dangerous skip. Maybe Euclid, you know? Richards: Amelie is my patient. She- We’ve barely even begun the bonding process- Fishbaum: Exactly, and that makes this transition easier on 4238. It hasn’t really bonded with you, as you’ve said. So, what’s the problem with changing therapists at this point, right? Richards: I- but… Fishbaum: Well, that’s really all I wanted to say. You’re free to leave now, Richards. [End Log] On January 17th, 2016, Researcher Richards submitted another report regarding SCP-4238. To: Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand From: Angela Richards Subject: More evidence regarding SCP-4238's abuse Yeah, it's me again. Attached is an audio log I took of a conversation between Fishbaum and myself. I've also attached the latest set of testing logs that Fishbaum's performed on SCP-4238 AND the video that he attached to the SCP document. I don't know how much clearer this can get. Fishbaum is clearly covering something up and he’s in league with a director. Can't you guys speed this up? - Angela Richards, M.S., B.S. Audio Log Thing SCP-4238 Testing Log 3 SCP-4238 Addendum-5 To: Angela Richards From: Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand Subject: Re:More evidence regarding SCP-4238's abuse I see. I’ll send this data over to the committee, but I’m letting you know, Angela, things are a bit odd right now. However deep you think this is, it’s deeper. Something big’s going on in the background. I can’t tell you the details, but there’s been a lot of deliberation. A lot more than usual. I understand your frustration, but please trust me when we say we are actively working towards resolving these problems. I don’t want to see Amelie hurt any more than you do. P.S. I know you’ve been transferred off of SCP-4238. The Committee doesn’t like it when people break the rules. I don’t particularly care. Do what you have to. Get me evidence and I’ll see what I can do to speed this shit up. - Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand Addendum-7: During this time, SCP-4238's containment chamber logged an entrance and exit by on-site therapist Angela Richards. This corroborates the following personal video taken by Richards. Date: February 17th, 2016 Notes: Video was recorded on a Foundation-issued body mounted camera. Richards appears to be within SCP-4238's containment chamber. Richards: (muttering) If he wants direct evidence, I'll get direct evidence. Richards sighs and walks over to SCP-4238, which is hiding underneath its blanket. She sits before the futon. Richards: Amelie? It's me, again, Angela? The blankets shift. Richards: I uh, I brought more cookies. Homemade, this time. Richards places her backpack on the floor beside her and withdraws a Ziploc-brand plastic bag. She opens the bag and retrieves a single cookie. She places the bag at the edge of the blanket. SCP-4238 grabs it. Richards: Can I sit next to you? SCP-4238 goes still. Richards: It’s fine if you say no. I can sit over here, it’s fine. SCP-4238 shuffles slightly to the side, creating a small space on the futon. Richards: Is that a yes? Okay, thank you very much. Richards quickly moves over to the futon and sits down. Richards: This is a lot more comfortable than the hard floor. SCP-4238 nods and continues eating. The two sit in silence for several minutes with Richards periodically checking her watch. Richards: …are you okay, Amelie? SCP-4238 does not respond. Richards: If you’re not happy, you can tell me. I… I won’t tell anyone. SCP-4238: …I miss my daddy. Richards: Your daddy, huh? What was he like? SCP-4238: He made cakes and cookies. They were really good. Richards: Oh, he was a baker? SCP-4238: Mhm. Richards: Do you like baking? SCP-4238: Mhm, daddy liked it when I helped. Richards: Ah, well, maybe one day I can have your daddy visit you. SCP-4238: …really? Richards: Uh, yeah. I- I can definitely try. SCP-4238: You.. you promise? SCP-4238 visibly turns towards Richards, though still under its blanket. Richards: …Yeah. Yeah, I promise. SCP-4238’s hand sticks out of the blanket, the pinkie finger extended. Richards does the same and coils her pinkie around SCP-4238’s. SCP-4238 quickly withdraws after a second. SCP-4238: Okay… Richards looks down at her watch. Richards: Shoot, I uh, I have to go now, Amelie. I’ll try to come back as soon as I can, okay? SCP-4238: …okay. [End Log] Addendum-8: On February 20th, 2016, Researcher Fishbaum appended the following video log. Live Security Footage of SCP-4238's Containment Cell: Transcript Date: February 19th, 2016 Notes: Due to an audio encoding error, this video contains several video and audio errors. Pitch shifts and screen blackouts are common. Discrepancies are highlighted red in the following transcript. Fishbaum enters the cell holding a large duffel bag. He moves over to SCP-4238 who is underneath its blanket again. Fishbaum: Good morning, Amelie! How’re you doing today? Good? Good. SCP-4238 remains motionless. Fishbaum: Alright, time to get up. We got a lot of testing to go through today, and I’d like to go through this rather quickly. Come on, get up. Please? Video goes black 45 seconds of silence follow. Fishbaum: Gosh, you’re such a silly girl. Always making things diffi- What is this? Where’d you get this from? Amelie, please tell me where you got this from. SCP-4238: M-Miss angel gave it to me… Fishbaum: Angel? What? When? Ah, whatever, let’s just get to testing. 3 minutes of silence follow. SCP-4238 screams in pain before abruptly stopping. Another 5 minutes of silence follow. Video resumes SCP-4238 is curled up on the floor, its hands clutching its stomach. One of its legs is twisted at an odd angle. The table has shifted against the wall and Fishbaum stands directly before SCP-4238. Fishbaum: Why’d you have to go and do that, Amelie? You know that trying to enhance further than red doesn’t work. God dang it, I’ll be back later. Fishbaum leaves the cell with his bag. [End Log] Addendum-9: Another audio log was recorded by Angela Richards and Senior Researcher Fishbaum. Date: March 7th, 2016 Richards: Sorry, I was on the phone with someone, did you need me for something? I’m a bit busy right now. Fishbaum: This conversation being recorded? Richards: Excuse me? Fishbaum: Odd question to ask, sorry. Wife’s been getting on my case about ‘big government’. She uh, she doesn’t know about the Foundation. Anyways, uh, another odd question, have you seen, uh, SCP-4238 recently? Richards: Um, no? I was taken off because of the ‘danger’, remember? Fishbaum: Right, yeah, so, um, someone got into the chamber. There was a foreign object in there, something that could’ve been used as a weapon in the right hands. I’m just going through a list of people who have access to SCP-4238 and I noticed you were still on that list apparently. Richards: Yeah no, I uh, I haven’t even seen um, SCP-4238 in, months now? Fishbaum: Yeah okay, no that makes sense. I’m just here to let you know that we’re replacing the old biometric scanner and locking down 4238’s chamber. No one in or out without explicit permission. We’re talking revamped biometrics, rotating passcodes, a retina scanner, the works. Richards: I see. Fishbaum: Well, that’s all I wanted to ask you. I still have a few more people to talk with, so I’ll leave you be. [End Log] Addendum-10: On March 9th, 2016, Angela Richards recorded and sent the following video to Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand. Date: March 9th, 2016 Notes: Video was recorded on a Foundation-issued body mounted camera. Richards stands before SCP-4238’s containment cell. Various tools are lying against the wall where the biometric scanner is. Wires stick out from the wall and pieces of technology are partly implemented, though offline. Richards: Marlon, you better be right about this… Richards pulls out a thin piece of wire and begins pushing it through a small hole in the biometric scanner plate. She maneuvers it around for several seconds before a loud beep sounds out and the door opens. Richards: Alright, that’s good. Richards quickly walks into the cell and over to SCP-4238, who is currently asleep. Its blanket has multiple holes in it. Richards: Amelie? Amelie! It’s me! SCP-4238 opens its eyes, blinking multiple times before jerking backwards and fumbling with its blanket. It calms down after several seconds and sits upright. SCP-4238: Miss Angel? SCP-4238 tears up and begins to cry quietly. Richards: Oh god, I’m so sorry, Amelie. Richards tentatively puts her arms around SCP-4238. SCP-4238 buries its head into Richards. Richards: I’m so sorry. SCP-4238: Please help me… please… Richards: I- I’m trying, Amelie. SCP-4238: I’ll do anything, please just help me… I’ll be good, I promise. Richards: …okay, shh, shhh… It’s okay, everything will be alright. SCP-4238 continues to cry, though substantially less. Richards: Amelie… I promise you, I will get you out of here. Okay? I promise. But I need you to be brave for me, okay? Can you be brave for me? SCP-4238 pulls away from Richards slightly, and nods. Richards: Okay… okay… (Richards takes multiple deep breaths.) I need you to stay here- SCP-4238: No… no no no, please no! I don’t want to be here anymore. I want my daddy! SCP-4238 begins to cry again. Richards: Please, Amelie, I- I can’t help you if you don’t do this, do you understand? Just for a little bit longer. SCP-4238: I don’t want to… Richards: One month. Okay? I know that sounds like a long time, but just one month, and you’ll never be hurt again. Ever. SCP-4238: …do you promise? Richards: I promise. Richards pulls SCP-4238 in again and holds it tightly for several seconds. SCP-4238: He hits me. Every time. Even if I do what he wants. Richards: I'm sorry. He won’t do it again. I’ll make sure of it. Richards pulls away and digs through her backpack. She withdraws a small, round, plush owl and places it in SCP-4238’s hand. Richards: This is Mr. Squishy. He’s my good luck charm. SCP-4238 cradles the plush and looks up at Richards, her tears slowing down. Richards: One month, okay? I’ll save you. [End Log] Researcher Richards sent another message to Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand regarding SCP-4238 on March 10th, 2016. To: Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand From: Angela Richards Subject: How about now? How about this? Direct confession from SCP-4238 herself. Does that work? Can you fuckers do something now? I fucking promised her. - Angela Richards, M.S., B.S. If this doesn't work To: Angela Richards From: Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand Subject: Re:How about now? I wish I had good news for you, Angela, but we need more time. Without spilling too many secrets, we’ve found a network of at least 30 individuals, spread across the Foundation. Fishbaum isn’t working alone. That volume of sales and merchandise can’t be handled by one person. I know you’re angry and desperate. I get it, I really do. But the Committee cannot act before we find every person involved. We cannot risk these people going into hiding. Countless people, just like Amelie, are at risk here. - Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand To: Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand From: Angela Richards Subject: Re:Re:How about now? Are you fucking kidding me? She's actively being hurt by Fishbaum and you're telling me the committee is doing fuck all? It’s been fucking months! Amelie is on the verge of breaking. She doesn’t have that kind of time! The hell is an ethics committee good for if it can’t even protect a fucking child??? Fuck you and fuck the committee. - Angela Richards, M.S., B.S. To: Angela Richards From: Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand Subject: Re: Re:Re:How about now? Harsh words, Angela, and unfounded. The Committee is slow, yes, but you should know me by now. There’s a box of supplies in your office. I believe you’ll know what to do with it. - Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand Incident-4238-B: Live Security Footage of SCP-4238's Containment Cell: Transcript Date: April 11th, 2016 Notes: This date marks the beginning of Senior Researcher Fishbaum's 4th set of tests on SCP-4238. Notably, this entry did not contain any of the previous entries' video and audio errors. Fishbaum can be seen entering the room with a heavy duffel bag. SCP-4238 is under its blanket again. Fishbaum: Hello, 4238. I'm back, so you know what that means, right? SCP-4238 remains still. Fishbaum: Again? Really? You remember what happened last time, right? Get up. Now. Fishbaum walks over to the blanket and grabs it roughly. He pulls the blanket off SCP-4238 and throws it into a corner. It slowly sits upright, avoiding looking at Fishbaum. Fishbaum: There we are. Good to see you again, 4238- What is that? Fishbaum kneels down and roughly pulls a small plush owl from SCP-4238’s hands. Fishbaum: Where did you get this from?? Look at me. Look at me. I SAID LOOK AT ME! Fishbaum slaps SCP-4238. It falls to the ground and whimpers. Fishbaum: Fuck. Look what you made me do. Get up. Now tell me. Where did you get this from? Hm? Did Angela give it to you? Did she do that? SCP-4238: G-Give him back! Fishbaum: You know what? Fuck it. I don’t have time right now. I’ll deal with this later. (muttering) I don’t need Marshall on my ass again. Fishbaum opens the duffel bag and takes out a large caliber sniper rifle. He places it onto the table. Fishbaum: What are you waiting for? Go. SCP-4238 places its hands on the rifle and shuts her eyes. The rifle flashes white as SCP-4238 winces. A pale purple aura now emanates from the rifle. Fishbaum: Again. I need this at a green at least. So you better pray to god that you don't mess up. SCP-4238 places her hands on the rifle again. It flashes white again. SCP-4238 cries out as the rifle disintegrates over the course of 20 seconds. Her eyes are wide as they flick from the rifle’s prior location to Fishbaum. Fishbaum: Goddammit. You know how much one of those things cost? Ten fucking grand. Fishbaum grabs SCP-4238's head and slams it against the table's edge. SCP-4238 recoils and falls backwards while screaming. A large gash can be seen on its forehead, slightly covered by its hands. Blood spills over SCP-4238's hands and onto the floor. Fishbaum: Why do you have to do this? Hm? Every fucking time. It's not much, you know? All I'm asking for is just a little favor, and here you are, making things difficult. Fishbaum takes out another large caliber sniper rifle and sets it on the table. Fishbaum: Let's try this again. Now. Sniffling, SCP-4238 takes its hands off its wound, allowing the blood to flow freely down its face, and places them on the rifle. It begins again and successfully enhances the rifle three times, resulting in a green aura. Fishbaum: See? I knew you could do it! Why couldn't you do this last time? Hm? Are you trying to mess with me? Fishbaum returns the rifle to the duffel bag and pulls out a small vial. He places it on the table carefully. Fishbaum: Now, careful with this. I need this at yellow, minimum. Do you understand me? You fuck this up, and I'll shred your little owl friend, okay? SCP-4238 nods twice after a brief pause. Fishbaum: Good. Get started. SCP-4238 places its hands on the vial and begins the enhancement process. SCP-4238 proceeds with the enhancement five times, resulting in a yellow aura around the vial. Fishbaum: Oh… how beautiful… again. Do it again. SCP-4238 pulls her hands back, shaking her head. Fishbaum: I said again. Do it. Come on… Do you want to do it or do you want me to hit you again, hm? SCP-4238 places its hands back on the vial and enhances it again, keeping its eyes shut. The vial flashes white and now possesses a distinct orange aura. Fishbaum: Ohhh, this is good. This is very good. Again. SCP-4238: I don't want to- Fishbaum slaps SCP-4238. It whimpers again. Fishbaum: Again. SCP-4238 takes several breaths before putting its hands on the vial and beginning the enhancement process again. The vial flashes white and SCP-4238 freezes. The vial disintegrates. Fishbaum: GOD FUCKING DAMMIT! YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! Fishbaum throws the table to the side and kicks SCP-4238 in the chest, knocking it over. He begins to stomp on SCP-4238's thigh. SCP-4238's bones audibly crack as blood pools around its curled body. Fishbaum: Why can't you do anything right?! Huh!? WHY?! The containment chamber door opens as Fishbaum continues to assault SCP-4238. He does not appear to notice. From the doorway, Richards, holding a large wrench, runs into the chamber and towards Fishbaum. She swings the wrench at his head. Fishbaum drops to the floor as blood spills from his head. Richards: Amelie! Oh, Jesus Christ. Richards drops to her knees before SCP-4238 and attempts to assess its condition. Fishbaum rises to his feet unsteadily. He holds his head with one hand while the other pulls out a handgun. Fishbaum: (wheezing) You fucking bitch. Richards turns her head towards Fishbaum and freezes. Fishbaum: Scared now, eh? Richards: Fishbaum, you don't- Fishbaum fires his handgun. Richards is thrown backwards as the bullet hits her in the chest. He aims the gun at SCP-4238. Fishbaum: Guess I gotta tie up loose ends here. It was good while it lasted- Richards suddenly sits up and throws her wrench at Fishbaum. It directly connects with his head, causing him to drop his gun. Yelling, Richards gets up and rushes Fishbaum, tackling him to the floor. Bleeding profusely, Fishbaum is straddled by Richards, who begins to repeatedly punch him in the face. Richards only stops when Fishbaum ceases to move. Breathing heavily, Richards crawls over to SCP-4238 and takes off her lab coat, revealing standard-issue Foundation light body armor. She sits down by SCP-4238 and drapes her lab coat over it. [End Log] Addendum-11: Live Security Footage of Site-17 Kitchen Date: September 10th, 2016 Notes: Following Incident-4238-B, SCP-4238 was granted limited usage of the Site-17 kitchen under the supervision of two Foundation guards. On recommendation of Ethics Committee Liaison Marlon Brand, Henry Bassett was hired to Site-17 as part of the ‘Better Meals, Better Feels’ initiative. SCP-4238 stands upon a stool at a table, struggling to stir the contents of a large metal bowl. Henry Bassett stands beside SCP-4238, looking into a notebook. "Amelie's Recipe Book" is poorly written on the cover. SCP-4238: Are you sure it's supposed to be three sticks? Bassett peers over notebook. Bassett: Yep. That's what it says here. 'Three sticks of butter.' SCP-4238: Hmm… okay. Richards appears in the kitchen from behind the man, who turns and looks surprised upon seeing her. SCP-4238 stops mixing. Bassett: Angela? What're you doing here? I thought you weren't coming until Friday? Richards: Yeah uh, there's been a change in plans. What're you all up to? Bassett: Well, Amelie is hard at work right now. SCP-4238: No looking! It's a surprise! SCP-4238 attempts to put herself between Richards and the mixing bowl. Richards: Alright, okay. I won't look. SCP-4238 squints at Richards before turning back to the mixing bowl and continuing to mix with increased fervor. Bassett: So, what're you actually doing here, Angela? Richards: I uh, just wanted to give an update on Fishbaum and uh, one other thing. SCP-4238 pauses its mixing upon hearing "Fishbaum," before resuming. Bassett: Oh? You guys didn’t um, off him? Richards: No, he's not dead. I'm uh, not allowed to divulge too much, but uh, he's no longer in any position to hurt anyone. Ever. Not quite B-Class anymore. Bassett: I uh, I see… How’d you get this update? I thought you said this kind of stuff was kept in a blackbox? Richards: Yeah, that's the other thing. I've uh, I've changed departments. I'm not going to be able to have my bimonthly visits anymore. SCP-4238 spins around and looks at Richards with wide eyes. It gets off the stool and walks up to Richards. SCP-4238: Y-You're not visiting anymore? Is it because of me? Did I do something? Richards: Oh god no, Amelie, it's not because of you. It's just… the Foundation doesn't really like it when their workers hit other workers with wrenches. SCP-4238: …so it's my fault? Richards pulls SCP-4238 into a hug. She crouches down to SCP-4238's eye level, placing her hands on its shoulders. Richards: No, and stop saying that. Whatever happens will never be your fault. I chose to do what I did because it was the right thing to do. Never blame yourself for being hurt, okay? SCP-4238: Then why can't we meet anymore? Bassett: Amelie! Don’t ask questions like that. You know how much she’s done for both of us. Richards: It’s fine, Henry. I've joined the Ethics Committee. Bassett: The Ethics Committee? The ones who let that monster have my daughter? You’re joining them? Richards: First, calm down, and uh, second, not quite. They had their reasons, Henry. I- I can’t tell you why, but they were dealing with… things. And… I want to make a difference. To make sure that what happened to Amelie doesn’t happen again. That we don’t just forget the smaller good in favor of the greater good. SCP-4238: So we can't meet anymore? Richards: What? No, no. Just… not as often. I'm going to be moving around a lot more. Making sure that what happened to you, doesn't happen to anyone else. Bassett: I trust you, Angela. I’m… I’m incredibly thankful for everything you’ve done for me and Amelie. Getting me this position, letting me see my daughter again, I never thought this could happen. Richards: Please, it was mostly Marlon who set everything up. Man’s got pull with a lot of people. But enough about me, how about you tell me what you've been up to, hm? SCP-4238: I was, um, making cookies. For you. Richards: Can I help you then? Before I leave? SCP-4238 nods several times. Richards: Alright, I'll teach you my special homemade recipe while we're here so when I visit again, you can make me cookies, okay? SCP-4238: Okay! [End Log] Footnotes 1. An SCP-4238-1 instance of a screwdriver was capable of turning a screw 468 degrees whenever the screwdriver was turned only 360 degrees 2. Pulled from Senior Researcher Fishbaum's pocket as an improvised test 3. This entry has been edited. – 06/28/2015 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4238" by Zoobeeny, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-4239 | esoteric-class | Introduction To This Document Annotated SCP Foundation Documentation, Archival Copy Annotated Global Occult Coalition Threat Entity Entry, Archival Copy The greenmanwalking Reports Official GAW Summation How You Can Help Final Note I, Gamers Against Weed member bones, am the archivist and curator of this hub, selected through direct democracy by those involved with the project from among the willing candidates. Any complaints about the construction of this hub may be sent directly to me, and I will do my best to address them. Several other Gamers Against Weed members and one affiliate were invited to contribute to the initial structuring of this hub, through commentary on sections written by others, and in some cases, through sections written. Each contributor will be clearly indicated in the section in which their contributions appear, by their most commonly used username. Due to the seriousness of the project, Camp Kenowhere was chosen to be the first project to be given this treatment. If this hub is shown to be successful in helping to facilitate the Camp Kenowhere project, we may begin to maintain similar documents on other projects. Table of Contents Annotated SCP Foundation Documentation, Archival Copy: Ostensibly, the Foundation's own containment document for the Camp Kenowhere project or possibly the Fortune Redistribution Project (designated SCP-ℸp♡9). Its utility is limited, as we were only able to retrieve a corrupted fragment of the data. Contributors to this hub have provided annotations in the form of footnotes where deemed appropriate. Both this section and the one following it are included in this hub to stress the precariousness of the Kenowhere project. Annotated Global Occult Coalition Documentation, Archival Copy: Similarly, the Global Occult Coalition's threat log concerning both the Camp Kenowhere project (designated KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild) and the Fortune Redistribution Project (designated KTE-6561-Black). Considered accurate for the time it was retrieved, 2017-11-4. Similarly annotated by hub contributors. The greenmanwalking Reports: Excerpts from a series of never-filed reports from former Global Occult Coalition enlisted member Silas Ayers, also known as greenmanwalking, written over the course of his final assignment with that organization. Much of the content of the original reports, including entire entries, have been removed for irrelevance to our purposes or privacy reasons. The remainder provide a useful 'outside' perspective on both the Kenowhere project and the related Fortune Redistribution project, and it is the belief of this archivist that they serve as a useful introduction to the realities of those projects for the uninitiated. Project Summary: An explanation of the Camp Kenowhere project and the related Fortune Redistribution project from the perspective of the people involved in them. Mostly history and interviews. How You Can Help: The reason this hub exists. Here given are the logistical, scientific, magical, and social problems that still need to be addressed with the ongoing Camp Kenowhere project, introduced by the Gamers Against Weed members and affiliates currently taking charge of those situations, and what kind of assistance or support is required. Final Note Archivist's note: if you are using a screen reader to access this document, skip this section and move on to the next. Data is highly corrupted and virtually unusable. 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Apparent age unknown. Subject is approximately 2.1 m tall, weight unknown but assumed to be ~125 kg. Subject's head appears to be caniform. Subject's physical capabilities unknown, but understood to be significantly in excess of human norms, based on archaeological and anthropological evidence and repeated evasion of Coalition threat response teams. KTE-6561-Black appears to control a Parallax-Type anomaly (hereafter KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild) located within Lake Michigan, capable of concealing its exact location from both conventional and VERITAS Resonance Imagery. Furthermore, the anomaly is able to prohibit unwanted intrusion into KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. Subject's psychological profile is incomplete, as no GOC agent has achieved contact with KTE-6561-Black. Extant messages from Subject indicate significant enmity for the United States of America. It has been determined from archaeological and anthropological investigation that Subject has a historical tendency to seek physical conflict and strife. Therefore, its avoidance of GOC personnel is unexplained. Subject accumulates followers and draws them to the location of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild for currently undetermined purposes, presumed to be worship either for sustenance as a pistisphage or psychological reasons. Approximately 25% of suspected followers of KTE-6561-Black have active warrants out for their arrest for crimes, ranging from illegal gathering, to assault of an officer of the law, to desertion. Approximately 50% of suspected followers of KTE-6561-Black were unemployed prior to disappearance, suggesting that Subject attracts those unable to integrate into society, deliberately or otherwise. It has been learned through interviews with the associates of affected individuals that individuals drawn towards KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild are significantly more likely than the general population to express a religious belief. Rules of Engagement: Given that KTE-6561-Black is unreachable so long as it remains inside KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, the first priority in engaging it is to find means to circumvent or eliminate KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. To that end, extensive monitoring is maintained around the area of the anomaly, utilizing radar, sonar, satellite imaging, manual patrols, and any other method determined to potentially reveal a usable entrance into KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. Archaeological and anthropological efforts to further determine the capabilities of KTE-6561-Black and the origin of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild are ongoing. In anticipation of the event that KTE-6561-Black is ever detected leaving the perimeter of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, an active strike team is posted at the Calvary Facility in Kenosha, WI at all times, and is rotated out bimonthly. History: The earliest known archaeological evidence for the existence of KTE-6561-Black is at the site of Göbekli Tepe in southeastern Anatolia. Using Etheric Resonance Imaging technology on one of the terrazzo floors of the third layer of the archaeological site, the words <CLASSIFIED LEVEL Q BY ORDER OF GOC HIGH COMMAND>6 can be found written, several thousand years before the first phonetic alphabet was developed, let alone the English language. If this can be relied on as evidence, this indicates that KTE-6561-Black has been active since at least 8800 BCE. The second suspected historical mention of KTE-6561-Black known is on an Akkadian-language cuneiform tablet originally recovered in the Golestan province of Iran by the Office for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts, photographed and faxed to the Calvary Facility as part of a trans-organizational collaborative effort to understand KTE-6561-Black.7 The tablet, carbon dated to ~1000 BCE, details the arrival of a warrior with the head of an animal from north of the Caspian Sea who produced "small white sheets" and its war against what appears to have been a Sarkic cult. The tablet describes KTE-6561-Black in brutal terms, referring to its acts of "scourging the land such that no living thing might grow." Access to a transcript of the tablet is available on request from authorized personnel.8 Possible references to KTE-6561-Black recur throughout history in a variety of locations throughout Eurasia. Because a majority of these possible references offer no immediate insight as to Subject's age, abilities, or psychology, a majority are not included in this report. When taken as a whole, there can be noted a considerable correlation between documented appearances of KTE-6561-Black and the collapse of governments. An extensive archive of these references can be found at the GOC Calvary Facility. The first contact between KTE-6561-Black and the GOC occurred on 1997-06-17 in unincorporated area of Arizona, where campers had reported extensive sightings of a "coyote with a human body." Assessment Team 723 was deployed to verify these reports and was able to locate the entity described. However, KTE-6561-Black was able to destroy all footage recorded by Assessment Team 723 while they were distracted by a vehicle malfunction. Assessment Team 723 reported KTE-6561-Black "laughing really fucking hard somewhere out of sight for like half an hour" while they waited for extraction. No further sightings of KTE-6561-Black were reported in the area subsequent to this event. Several additional encounters between the GOC and KTE-6561-Black occurred over the next two decades, taking place across a wide range of locations in North America, the most recent of which, prior to KTE-6561-Black relocating to KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, occurred on 2016-2-12. Subject's relocation to KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild is thought to have occurred on 2016-3-15, following reports of a creature fitting Subject's description stealing 9 a speedboat in Kenosha, WI. Coalition response teams were mobilized, confirmed a sighting of KTE-6561-Blackchild sailing across Lake Michigan, and were assembling mobile anti-watercraft artillery to confront Subject at the moment that both it and its watercraft appeared to vanish into thin air, leading to Coalition discovery of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. KTE-6561-Black has not been spotted away from the location of KTE-6561-Blackchild since that date, though various handwritten messages (apparently) from Subject are occasionally received at the Calvary facility in Kenosha, WI., mostly concerning (declined) requests that operations at the Calvary facility be brought to an immediate halt. On 2017-10-18, the Calvary facility received a letter from Subject requesting a specific officer posted at the Calvary facility visit the area of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild for a period of one lunar month, text below: Salutations, Calvary facility. I, the creature you have held under siege at the island fortress in Lake Michigan for the past year, seven months, and four days, have a new request for my captors. I would like to invite the requisitions officer, Sergeant Silvanus10 Ayers, to visit my encampment and see what goes on there, for a period beginning with the approaching new moon to the rise of the next. No surveillance equipment or weaponry is permitted to the island under any circumstances. Sergeant Ayers will, however, of course, be permitted to compile as many handwritten reports as he should desire regarding whatever he should see fit, if he should choose to attend. Sincerely, Note: While messages from KTE-6561-Black appear handwritten to forensic analysis, no usable genetic material has been extracted from any message received so far. Given the dire need for intelligence regarding KTE-6561-Black and KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, the Coalition has elected to send Sergeant Silvanus11 Ayers to survey the area of KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, and the Sergeant has agreed to accept the risks associated with that assignment. This document is awaiting revision following analysis of the reports to be received upon the return of Sergeant Ayers. The following are excerpts from a series of never-filed reports from former Global Occult Coalition enlisted member Silas Ayers, also known as greenmanwalking. Much of the content of these reports, including entire entries, have been removed for irrelevance to our purposes or privacy reasons. It is the belief of this archivist that the remainder of the content of these reports requires minimal commentary to convey the reason for their inclusion in this document. Excerpt from Report One, 2017-10-19 Excerpt from Report One, 2017-10-19 I've been personally invited into the enemy camp, apparently. I'm not sure how field operatives organize these. I'll do my best. […] End log. Excerpts from Report Two, 2017-10-19 Excerpts from Report Two, 2017-10-19 When the boat entered 6561, the helmsman disappeared and I was alone. I know how to drive a speedboat. I don't know how to drive a speedboat from the back seat. Speedboat totaled. I sustained only superficial injuries. […] Before they would let me enter the camp officially, they cleaned all my scratches from the crash and they gave me new clothes to wear. All in my size. All in my style. Thoughtful, albeit troubling. They told me there was going to be a feast in my honor and, while their dress code is rugged, they had clearly all made some effort to impress. […] KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild is a strange place. Even once you're inside it, pieces of the world seem to materialize out of nowhere. The encampment that KTE-6561-Black is settled in is easy to miss if you don't know where to go; the tents and fire pits and people all seem to appear as if coming out of a fog that isn't there. It doesn't feel there's anything obscuring them before they appear, they just… arrive? Difficult to explain. It appears there are multiple layers of protection involved in the anomaly. […] Nobody was eating, not yet, but food was laid out as a banquet in the woods. The entire thing was improvised, slipshod, and more than a little beautiful; they built their feast table by pushing together as many flat surfaces as they could find. I admired it, and I measured it carefully with my eyes. They don't have many tables. They can't produce them here, and shipments are clearly difficult. Was this feast supposed to show me their abundance or their poverty? Was there a difference? Just at the moment I finished taking in the banquet in front of me, a rough voice called out to me from beyond the clearing. It cut with its clarity, but conjured to mind barking junkyard dogs, snarling wolves, yipping coyotes. I suppose I expected KTE-6561-Black to sound like that. I didn't expect it to sound so warm. "Silvanus12 Ayers!" it said, "I am honored that you accepted my invitation to see our island. I hope that your guestfeast meets with your expectations." It began to approach closer. It slowly became clear to me just how tall 2.1 meters really is. It also slowly became clear to me just how large the teeth of a wolf are, up close. More pertinently, I noted that KTE-6561-Black appears entirely human from the shoulders on down, with dark, olive-toned skin, a flat chest, extensive scar tissue, and well-developed upper body muscles. I also noted that KTE-6561-Black was not wearing a shirt. All it wore was some kind of skirt-and-sash combination and two golden arm bracers. I imagined this might have constituted formal clothing some five thousand years ago. Unsure how to proceed, I replied, "You honor me, though I do not know why you chose me to receive this gift." Nervous as I was, the words seemed to slip out naturally. Maybe it was the pageantry of the place; maybe it was the atmosphere KTE-6561-Black carried with it. Possibly, there was no distinction between those. You may have already noticed it bleeding into my reports. I'll try to control it. It sat me beside it, when I'd been expecting to be placed at the foot of the table. It talked my ears off for hours, while we ate and after we'd eaten our fill. It seemed to be fully omnivorous, and ate approximately as much food as a proportionate human. Most of what it had to say was nonsense about wars it had fought in that I never heard of (many of which I was unable to later look up) or places that it had been that I had never heard of (many of which I was also unable to later look up). I'm recording as many as I can remember, but I don't know how useful they will be. […] It kept talking my ear off even as the party broke up. It liked when I asked it things it wanted to answer, but otherwise it just smiled and reassured me there would be answers in due time. Answers of its age, origins, abilities. So, I quieted myself and nodded, and let it keep talking about whatever was on its mind, hoping that at some point it would tell me something useful. After most of the feast attendees had left and the table was cleared, I sat next to it by a bonfire. There was a long period of silence after we sat down. I suppose even after watching it eat its fill, I was still afraid what those teeth could do to me if I offended when we were alone. So I waited for it to speak. And it said to me, "You know, I really like Jock Jams Vol. 6." It didn't expand on this. We sat in silence for several minutes, and then it told me it was time we should both be sleeping. Cursory research has indicated to me that Jock Jams was a series of work-out albums released by Tommy Boy Records in the mid to late 90s, numbered one through five. There is no Jock Jams Vol. 6. In 2001, an album called Jock Jams: The All Star Jock Jams was released, peaking at 188 in the charts. The next lowest peak is Jock Jams Vol. 5, at 51. The track listing for All Star Jock Jams appears unexceptional. I am unable to discern what it meant."13 […] End log. Excerpts from Report Three, 2017-10-20 Excerpts from Report Three, 2017-10-20 Day two inside KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. I woke to backlit tent-canvas, sound of laughter. and the sizzle of something on a griddle, which I took to indicate that at some point I slept. Useful information. I shared breakfast with my tent-neighbors, who consented to be interviewed. I asked them first how they got there; what brings, and what keeps, a person to and in KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. Their answers were mostly the same, and what I expected from reading the GOC reports. Most of them claimed to have nowhere else to go; arrest warrants, gangs, domestic abuse, political activism that drew the wrong attention, et cetera. One had more to say, however: "He brings people here. Like, when you don't know where to go, you can hear him, smell him, feel him. You follow that until you get here. I don't know how he knows, but he does. Maybe not for you all, but he did that for me." Is that KTE-6561-Black's power? He brings people towards him? For what? After hearing them all out, I made a joke along the lines of, "evidently, people who are being hunted are drawn to a man with the head of a wolf." They did not like that at all. I switched tracks to questioning I thought I'd get a more unified answer to: "What are you all doing here, then, other than hiding?" A cacophony exploded all around me. Virtually everybody had a different answer, and they weren't brief. […] "When I got here, there weren't any showers yet. We still don't have hot water, but I built a working system from scrap. Pressure isn't much, but the pipes are clean and sturdy. I could swear, I'd forgotten I knew how to do things like that." […] "First time I saw the big guy, I thought I was looking at the light of God hisself. Salvation. I thought he was going to teach me all about right and wrong and justice and charity and Jesus. But… he didn't really do any of that. He found a Bible nobody was using, and he gave me that. I swear, I read that whole book cover to cover without stopping to eat or sleep or piss. First time I've done that with any book my whole life. Didn't ever think I could. We didn't… don't… have a church here, not properly 'least, but I've been preaching from that bible in a clearing outside the camp every Sunday since. The big guy even comes, sometimes." […] "I feed everyone. I fed you. Last night. This morning. Everyone. Food is slim sometimes. I find a way. If you eat it on the island and I didn't cook it, I likely trained the person who did. I used to be a line cook. Now I'm this." […] "Honestly? I dig holes. I wasn't anything before I was here. I mean, I can pick a guy's pocket, I can talk my way into a house, things like that. But they don't want that here. Frankly, I didn't know what to do with myself until a week in. Somebody was walking the roads hollering, 'We need volunteers to help dig trenches so nothing floods,' and I picked up a shovel. Next time it rained, not one tent got wet inside. The camp kept getting bigger, and I kept digging. Gives me time to think about shit other than the times some day's country club member's wife got home." […] All of them seemed to, more or less, detail things which benefited the community at large. Could this be an effect of KTE-6561-Black? I'm not sure, and I don't think so. I think it's more that they can't afford to be very selfish. They're essentially trying to develop a functioning, livable environment from scratch. End log. Excerpts from Report Five, 2017-10-22 Excerpts from Report Five, 2017-10-22 I decided to visit KTE-6561-Black again. To try to understand. Everyone else on this entire island is working, day in, day out, and I'm still not clear what it does here except smile benevolently at the workers. I entered its tent. It was dressed only in cargo shorts, aside from wearing the face of a fox almost as big as the wolf it wore the first night. It spoke first. As soon as it saw me, it said my name like it had before. "Silvanus Ayers!" Warmth. Exuberance. Delight. As if it was pleasantly surprised to see me. I told it that everybody else I know calls me Silas, and it asked if that meant I would prefer it call me Silas, too. I don't know why, but I didn't know how to answer. I moved on to the subject I came to discuss. "What do you do here?" I said, "aside from wander and gossip?" That was all I had seen it do since the feast. It smiled at me. Wide. Sharp. "When I speak to the people of the island, I am doing as you do, only for different reasons." "What?" I said flatly. "What have you been doing since you came?" it said. "I'm researching an unknown threat to my organization, to find out how best to confront it," I said. "Succinct," it said. It looked that way when sometimes you see a picture of a fox and it's just a fox but you swear it thinks it knows something you don't. Infuriating. However, I kept cool. I asked it, "Would you mind if I accompanied you this afternoon, to understand better what you mean?" It laughed longer than something without a human mouth should be able to laugh. Then it agreed. […] It's brought me across all the island, twice. Everyone it talked to had some kind of problem with what they were doing, and it would just put his hand on their shoulders, look them in the eye, and tell them they would work things out. And every one of them seemed to believe it. Several of the problems were rooted in logistical errors and couldn't possibly be improvised around without appropriate materiel. They still believed. […] Back at its tent, it said to me, "do you understand now what I do here, Silvanus Ayers?" Back at its tent, I said to it, "no." End log. Excerpts from Report Seven, 2017-10-24 Excerpts from Report Seven, 2017-10-24. […] Today, I tried to ask the islanders what exactly they planned to do, when [if ever] they return home. Answers included: "I'd like to get certified as a substitute teacher." "I think I'd like to work in a food kitchen, honestly. Pass on the good." "I just really want to punch a Nazi as soon as I can leave."14 "Yeah. I'd like to punch a Nazi too. Longer term, I'd like to… Well, I'd like to be a medic at demonstrations." "I learned enough here to be certified as an electrician, at least according to the one we have. I'll do that once she has some more apprentices to help out here." "Aren't you basically a cop? I'm not telling." […] Almost everyone I asked had some plans of radical nature. Overwhelmingly, the populace is negative towards the American government, capitalism, and "the military-industrial complex both sustaining and feeding on those two evils." Despite this, it's important to note that this is by no means an army. Every person I met had their own plans, just like everything is done on this island. There's no central authority, and furthermore I don't see KTE-6561-Black ever talk to them much, let alone brainwash them. I admit it's an assumption, but if I were to guess, this isn't its effect. Everything points to them having already had these viewpoints. If anything, all this island does is make them able to act on them. […] End log. Excerpts from Report Eight, 2017-10-25 Excerpts from Report Eight, 2017-10-25 […] Today, I was tired of asking the same questions to the same people. So, I asked KTE-6561-Black if there was anyone else I could talk to about what was going on here. Anyone I hadn't met yet. It said yes. It brought me to tent not far from its own, with nothing of note in it except for a laptop computer. When it turned it on, it loaded directly to a full-screened chat client I couldn't identify, and displayed no other clear functions. And then I, we, talked. It let me print out a transcript. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: Salutations, assembled members of Gamers Against Weed. hetcopogg: holy shit dude. hetcopogg: why are you still using that display name? The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: I have brought Sergeant Ayers, as requested. I will be surrendering this terminal to him presently. gaycopmp4: i have literally no idea how he even set it to be that long The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: I was instructed to 'just pick something you like.' I followed those instructions. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly has changed their nickname to greenmanwalking greenmanwalking: Uh. greenmanwalking: Hey. greenmanwalking: So, I have a lot of questions. lesbian_gengar: oh, we know. lesbian_gengar: but our questions come first. lesbian_gengar: first of all, why did he even invite you in there? greenmanwalking: That was actually the first question I had for you. hetcopogg: honestly, hetcopogg: i buy that. hetcopogg: i think he's just kind of like a dog, and does things arbitrarily. polaricecraps: but like more hetcopogg: yes. greenmanwalking: Was there a second question? lesbian_gengar: yeah, what do you want? why did you go there? greenmanwalking: Reconnaissance. I don't know if it plans to eat me or what, but if it actually lets me go, my superiors want a report about what I saw here. I'm under orders not to perform any hostile actions against the KTE for the duration of this mission. lesbian_gengar: so, he just invited a spy to the island, on purpose? greenmanwalking: I think so. harmpit: that prtety muc hchecks out gaycopmp4: yeah hetcopogg: yeah. polaricecraps: yeah fallout_meta.txt: yeah lesbian_gengar: fine. greenmanwalking: Is there another question? lesbian_gengar: are you under any other orders? greenmanwalking: Aside from basic information security? Not really. I'm not going to give you our reports on the KTE, or anything, though.151617 greenmanwalking: Next? lesbian_gengar: you can take a turn, now. greenmanwalking: Is there a specific reason your organization is involved with KTE-6561-Black? What do you do for it? What does it do for you? What does it do? lesbian_gengar: that's four turns. hetcopogg: he's family. greenmanwalking: Are you saying it's somebody's father, or something? fallout_meta.txt: I mean, not as far as we know, no. lesbian_gengar: 'not as far as we know'? fallout_meta.txt: I don't know. It's old, and I don't know how it works. You can never tell. greenmanwalking: Okay. But what does it get by having you around, and what do you need him for? lesbian_gengar: nope. that's all you get for now. try asking him. Then, the laptop shut down on its own. I assume it was exclusively for dramatic effect, since 6561 gave me this transcript later. Anyway, KTE-6561-Black was waiting outside the tent for me to be done. "I think they liked you," it said. I could not gauge its sincerity. We walked back uphill to its tent. Nobody else was there. I asked it the obvious question. "Why are you working with the Reefers18?" It replied, "why do you seek shelter in the night?" I was taken aback. Again, I could not tell if it was serious. I replied, "you very well know why. If I didn't, I would die. Be it from the elements or other people." It nodded, then asked, "why do you drink water?" I put my palms to my temples and replied, "I need to, or I would die. Do you not need that? Do you truly not know?" It nodded once more before saying, "So too do I need protection from the world, and so too do I need refreshment. Organizations like yours choke the life out of miracles like mine. Yours, with bullets. The other, with boxes. I will wither away even faster than they think. Now, in times of hardship, when you find yourself at end, what do you do?" It was leading me on, but I couldn't stop just because of that. "I think." I paused. "And if I need, I ask a friend's aid." It nodded a third time. "Your kind, the kind of your organization, are forming alliances, reaching out across the globe, making or taking friendships by turns. I do not wish to die. So I sought aid." Its face looked earthy, narrow, almost like a coyote. "But why the Reefers? Why not the Serpent's Hand or something? They already protect things like you on principle," I said. It looked at me with a serious gaze, pausing a moment before replying. "If you were to find a berry in the woods, would you eat it? If you were to find a stream, would you drink of it? The Librarians, and their kind, are like you. Hands without body. There is no Serpent. They act to preserve anything magic as if that word meant anything. As if because something is made of magic, it is worth saving. There is no mind behind their motions. Like you. I have older enemies than your organization. The Librarians draw no line between us. Like you." I'm not saying it convinced me it was right in half a minute of speaking, but that wasn't quite the perspective I expected. I guess that's notable. "But why the Reefers?" I repeated. "Why indeed?" […] End log. Excerpts from Report Ten, 2017-10-27 Excerpts from Report Ten, 2017-10-27 I spent all of morning and all of the lunch period interviewing people I haven't spoken to before. Anyone I could find. I wasn't going to ask them about themselves or the island or the space hiding it. I needed to know about KTE-6561-Black. I needed to know what it did and where it came from. But the people in this place are infuriating. I ask them, "What does the wolf guy do?" and they tell me "nothing," "he's kind of like a village elder," "dog stuff," "he just kind of chills, I think, and then you chill with him and you're chill together." I watched them work while we spoke. They were talented. Nothing on this island seemed definitively Occult except KTE-6561-Black and KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild, but I don't think anyone could have said they weren't gifted. Even if half of them were working on hopeless projects. I watched clever hands and clever minds fail to achieve their goals because they don't have the tools or supplies they need. Sometimes it looked like they didn't even know what they were missing. I always did, but I always kept quiet, because telling them would be treason.19 But it's meaningless to me, it doesn't make sense. It's not building an army. They're, it's, not building anything. It hardly ever gives out orders except to curtail violence in the camp. Every person here is just acting on their own. Nobody gets paid anything, but nobody does anything they don't want to, either. Does it attract a specific kind of person? What's the common thread? And how did it produce KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild if that's all it is? I saw it by chance, sitting outside his tent, just waiting there in its ridiculous giant loincloth and nothing else in October outfit20. It wasn't doing anything. It squinted at me with greyhound eyes, unspeaking, sweat glistening everywhere below its head. I couldn't even bring myself to go up to him. I only walked past without a word. I had to go think, for once. […] I've been trying to work out what kind of effect this place is having on me. What talking to that wolf in human's clothing is doing to me. I can't tell. I don't feel how I did when I was at home. I keep remembering wanting things. Things for my life. Things for the world. Things I forgot were important to me. I like cooking for other people. I like watching things grow. When I was a kid in Ohio, I liked looking at all the carvings in the cathedral my family went to. I loved the gargoyles, the grotesques, the green men, the saints. I loved wondering what they would really be like if I met them. I don't know if the KTE is doing something to my thoughts or not. I'm not trained for this. I'm not sure I like working in an armory. […] End log. Report Eleven, in Full, 2017-10-28 Report Eleven, in Full, 2017-10-28 I went to go find KTE-6561-Black first thing this morning. I woke up well before the sun. It woke up well before that. It was just sitting cross-legged in front of its tent, waiting for me. Its head was dark. Long-nosed. High-eared. If it had a scale, I'd almost believe it was waiting there to weigh my heart. It didn't speak first this time. It didn't shout my name, or smile, or rise to meet me. So this time I started. I said, "I will not leave until you tell me why you are working for the Reefers." "Why do you seek still? What do you think you will find?" it said. It didn't have an expression. Not even the weird dog kind it usually had. I felt tired. I had been here eleven days doing nothing but looking for information about it. I felt too tired not to play its game. "Answers," I said. "You have answers." it said, as if I didn't already expect that. But then it said, "I have yet questions to give. Yet have I one for now: What happens if you find the answer you seek?" "Then I move forward," I said. It was a simple answer. Intuitive. Its ear twitched. That was the first expression I got from the conversation. I waited to find out if I gave the right answer or not. Perhaps it didn't have a scale, but for a moment I certainly believed I might not walk away from this with an undevoured heart. It opened its eyes, looking into mine. Into my soul. My heart. Beating. I couldn't count its beats. The moment enveloped, and then it closed its eyes once more. "Very well." It reached for its left arm bracer and removed it. There was a tattoo underneath it, but it quickly passed out of view. I felt ill. It felt wrong. Something was wrong. It slipped a paper card out and handed it to me. Holy Heck! You've just found yourself your very own Mr. Destiny by Gamers Against Weed! You are about to be asked a very important question. Who are you? Collect them all and become Mr. Gamer! 01. Mr. Literal Serial Killer 02. Mr. Normie 03. Mr. Bernie Sanders 04. Mr. Get Anything For Free In Any Shop 20. Mr. Sex Number 21. Mr. Heavenly Virtues 22. Mr. Deadly Sins 23. Mr. Original Character 24. Mr. D.A.R.E. 25. Mrs. Gentrification 26. Ms. Mad About Video Games 27. Mr. Meme 28. Mr. Ominous (discontinued) 29. Mr. Destiny ✔ 30. Mr. Monty Python And The Holy Grail 31. Ms. Zapatista 32. Mr. Hax 33. Mr. Just Has The Tattoo 34. Mr. Top Text and Mr. Bottom Text 35. Mr. Finale I felt like I'd just been handed a joke. This is what they meant when they called each other family? KTE-6561-Black is just one of the Reefers' asinine little prank men? What was its trick? I clutched my hands to my head, breathing labored. What was its trick, and did I fall for it? I was under no doubt I was losing my composure. I wasn't trained to keep my composure. I hated it. I slowly moved my hands to the dirt, pushing against it as I tried calming my breath, and looked up at KTE-6561-Black. "So. When are you going to do something weird to a computer? When are you going to dazzle LiveJournal with my story?" I said. This was how KTE-6561-Black looked at me: not as a fox, or a coyote, or a wolf. It looked like my neighbor's border terrier from when I was fourteen. It looked like she looked the last, second-to-last time I ever saw her. It was the same face both times. The second-to-last time, I was mad at my parents and my neighbor let me stay the night at his house. She was was full of energy all of the time; loved to play. I spent that whole night crying on my neighbor's couch and she spent the whole night calmly in my lap giving me this serious, concerned look. This look like she knew exactly what I was going through. Like she always had, and always would. She got me through that night looking for all the world to me that she would live on forever. And then a week later she… didn't. I just had my fifteenth birthday and gotten my learner's permit. My father took me on a drive around the block. She ran out into the road after something, I think. I hit her. She wasn't okay. My dad told everyone he was driving at the time so I wouldn't have to look our neighbor in the eye and tell him the truth. I watched her die and she gave me that same look the whole time. I could feel how young she was for a dog; that she should have lived another dozen years at least. That was how KTE-6561-Black looked at me. I could feel how old it was. I could feel how alive it was. It told me, "I have two very important things to give you, Silvanus Ayers. Both answers. First; I do not do a trick with a computer. I am the thing that lives in your heart that pushes you forward when you have to do something you don't know how to do." I think I wanted to believe him, just then. "Second;" it said, "my sources tell me LiveJournal has been out of common use for a great deal of time." I… laughed. I'm not sure I'm allowed to do that while representing the GOC in front of a KTE. I tried to stop myself and it made it worse. It started laughing with me, and that made it even worse. I hunched over. It did too. I leaned into it for support, like I would if I was laughing with someone I knew really well. My brother or my father or my neighbor with the dog. It felt like I was with someone like that. I don't know why I felt like that. I left immediately after coming down. I took the paper with me back to my own tent, down the hill. I stayed there for hours, not sleeping, not reading, not listening. I was angry at myself, I am. I had other questions, and I forgot them like a fool. In exchange for laughter. I was not, am not prepared to be the kind of GOC soldier who makes friends with KTEs. There is a trick somewhere. I just have to find it. End log. Report Twelve, in Full, 2017-10-29 Report Twelve, in Full, 2017-10-29 The next time I left my tent was morning. There was a laptop sitting outside, facing my tent's flap. I opened it up. I was already logged in to whatever chat client the Reefers use. I had a message. hetcopogg: hey hetcopogg: the others don't want me to do this but i want to talk to you about the big guy. hetcopogg: i was the first one to meet him. he walked right into my dorm room. we were supposed to be summoning him, but i thought he'd just… appear. he walked in through my door instead. hetcopogg: some of the others have met him in person, but i'm the one who spent the most time with him. i had to get him all the way from ohio to wisconsin in my car. something about easily-foldable space. we had to hide him. it had to be me who brought him because i'm normal. i don't know how it works. greenmanwalking: So? hetcopogg: we talked a lot in the car. he told me stories about killing a flesh demon. i talked to him about my mom; how i want to see her more in case something happens like with my roommate's mom. he talked to me about how he had an immortal blood brother who was trapped forever in a stone circle that he missed too. hetcopogg: i told him about how i made another one of him, once. i told him about how she calls me her mother and i love her but she's almost as old as i am and i'm not ready to be a mother, like, the normal way. he told me that when he killed that flesh demon, there were dozens, hundreds of people who worshiped it who had nowhere to go now. he said they were going to die if that demon was still alive, but he still took away everything they had. some of them were angry at him. a lot of them made him their new god. he told me you can't really control how other people think of you or what that makes you become. he said he stayed with them until they learned how to write their own faith. he didn't tell them he was a god, or a demon, or a hero. he just stayed there. that helped. hetcopogg: i talked to him about how i was thinking of changing majors because i don't know what i really want to do when i'm like, a real grown-up. there's so many important things out there. he told me that every day he used to run across the sky chasing the sun from dawn to dusk so that the days would pass. he said he hunted the sun day after day for times beyond counting. he told me one day he stopped, and the sun found another way to move across the sky. hetcopogg: he told me that as long as you're doing the right that you can, you just have to have faith that others will too. hetcopogg: i think i believe him. hetcopogg: i think you should believe him, too. greenmanwalking: I'll take it under advisement. I closed the laptop. I took a walk. I didn't come back for a long time. End log. Excerpts from Report Thirteen, 2017-10-30 Excerpts from Report Thirteen, 2017-10-30 Time to talk to KTE-6561-Black again. Put it off too long. Silly. A few minutes talking to some stranger on a laptop and I spend the rest of the day sulking alone in the forest. I'm not sixteen any more. In fact, according to KTE-6561-Black, Livejournal is dead and it can't hurt me now. Fuck. I'm going to find whiteout for that. I'm going to find fucking chemical bleach. I'm. I can't write how I'm supposed to. Maybe I will again when I come home to Calvary. […] "Look, even if they're your family, even if they made you, why wouldn't you line yourself up with the Librarians? The… whoever-the-fuck labs. Someone bigger than the Reefers21" I asked it. "Do you ponder why blood, not sand, runs through your veins? In that way, they are unlike you. They have minds, governing bodies. You have… hierarchy, rules, structures, principles, protocols. You move on orders set in stone decades ago. They are alive. You may bleed, but as sand too flows, you are not living in the hours you spend in their fortress. The Librarians are the same. They could have carved this space into the shape I needed, too, or I could have just hid in their Library. It would have been much easier than the process we went through to secure this place, and it would not have been unpleasant; anything my age visits their bleak Library sooner or later, and I have enjoyed some afternoons reading in between the worlds. Everything would be just so, and I would be master of my dominion, and in that moment I would fall over dead. The Librarians would send me readers. Endless readers. Sorcerers. Magicians. Rippers of reality. Twisters of time. Still-mortal aspirants. Those who want to know all of the knowledge there is in each of all of the worlds there are. Some of them could even find it. It would be easier for them if I helped." "And this would kill you?" I said. "As suffocation would you. This would destroy everything I am. They would do nothing with that knowledge, or else live as gods. They would not contribute to history. I would slowly choke myself breathing their rarefied air. Gamers Against Weed, despite their ill-chosen name, send to me refugees, convicts, political dissidents, religious pilgrims. These people do not come for me to make them powerful. They come to me because they want to change who they are and the world they live in, or else they come to be safe. I respect both motives. History has always belonged to those driven by these needs, and I have survived this long by believing in the flow of time." it said. "The young will teach the calcified to live again, or else bury them. And besides, these ones are family, and I have waited for a very long time to meet my family," it added. Here is an easy trick if you want to gain the upper hand in a conversation: rehearse exactly what you want to say beforehand to somebody with vastly less complete knowledge than yours. It is overwhelming and nearly impossible to respond to. KTE-6561-Black knows this trick. I thought about my answer for a few minutes. I stood there in front of him, quiet, trying to find the words. Eventually, I just walked away. It didn't follow me. Report Fourteen, in Full, 2017-10-31 Report Fourteen, in Full, 2017-10-31 I've walked all over this island. Kenowhere. They call it Kenowhere. They don't call it KTE-6561-Parallax Blackchild. I've spoken to everyone I can find. Interrogated them. Looking for discrepancies. Signs these people don't want to be here, or wouldn't want to if they knew what was going on. Looking for a conspiracy. Avoiding KTE-6561-Black. Mr. Destiny. I noticed a lot of things. I noticed there's not enough food around to celebrate Halloween with candy. I noticed some of the people here were children. I noticed maybe one tent in five was sufficient for winter use. I noticed their diesel is already low. I noticed they have maybe a quarter as many jackets and blankets in their communal storage as they have residents. I noticed that that really bothered me. I haven't found anything incriminating. I could detail it. I could write logs of every interview I conducted, every stone I turned over, but I don't think it would matter any more. One of the men who spoke to me told me that without Kenowhere, he'd be dead. I already knew that was true for many residents. Almost everyone came here to escape something. He told me that wasn't what he meant. He told me that making sure it didn't disappear was what he worked towards, that if Camp Kenowhere disappeared tomorrow, he would be dead. I don't think he's wrong. I don't think he's the only one. I don't think a lot of things I thought when this month started. End log. Report Fifteen, in Full, 2017-11-1 Report Fifteen, in Full, 2017-11-1 I suppose I should keep this going for consistency's sake, if nothing else. I'm walking up to Destiny's tent. This time, I know what I'm going to say before I get there. It's not going to be long, but I think he'll like it. I enter the tent. He looks at me, waits for me to speak first again. "I don't need you," I say to him. "I have a life, a job, a family. My life has meaning and I wasn't about to lose any of those things when I came here," I say. "Correct," he says. "You need me, though," I say. "Correct," he says. End log. Mr. Destiny is an extraordinary member of the Misters Against Weed, created by Gamers Against Weed members harmpit, jockjamsvol6, polaricecraps, fallout_meta.txt, and hetcopogg, on the eleventh day of January, 2016, but estimated to have retroactively existed prior to this event for a period of at least 13,000 years. This was unintentional. Additionally to possessing apparent immortality, extreme physical aptitude, and an inconsistently-described canid head on its shoulders, and a tattoo on its outer right thigh reading MR. DESTINY, BY GAMERS AGAINST WEED, it has the ability to influence other intelligences towards paths in life that they display a high aptitude for, or are able to achieve a great deal of influence in. According to its own claims, it can only 'push' people to live up to their higher impulses. It claims to be able to see what these are, to some degree. It claims to wish to see all persons live up to their highest potential. The following is an interview with Mr. Destiny's creators regarding their process. bones: Begin interview. polaricecraps: what, just like that? you're supposed to ask a question, big guy fallout_meta.txt: It's obvious, isn't it? We explain what our idea was. JJ should start us off. jockjamsvol6: I see some things as a founding member that bother me, sometimes. Not as many as you see, bones, because I can't read all of it, but a lot of the people who come to us aren't really happy. A lot of them basically have superpowers and they still aren't happy. Their lives aren't easy; usually because someone else is making it hard. I think we help make their lives a little happier, at least, and I like that, but sometimes it's like they don't even know how to be happy, you know? That's one of the things that bothers me. jockjamsvol6: It's not like I feel guilty for being how I am, or like I want penance for being lucky, but I wanted to see if we could use my magic in a Mister somehow, but like, spread it. I wanted to see if we could make something that would share what it's like to be me. So people could see not everything has to be hard. Not everything has to hurt. I wanted to use the Mr. Destiny name we came up with because I wanted it to be something to show people things don't have to stay how they are. jockjamsvol6: I didn't expect we could transfer the whole effect but I thought if we used me as a blueprint to build somebody else, maybe we could change it enough to share it. Maybe even a little could be enough to change someone's point of view; maybe not make them happy, but show them what happy is. What it looks like. I started talking to pic and fallout_meta.txt about that. polaricecraps: he talked to me about it because im awesome fallout_meta.txt: Essentially. JJ brought me in because when he brought it up, I started thinking of how my antique-creation affects history; changes cause and effect, just a little. I thought maybe that would help. jockjamsvol6: It sounded really smart so I invited them to a sub-chat to talk about it. We talked about it a lot without coming up with a way to do it until harmpit logged on. harmpit's rearrangement thing; that made it work. Mostly. harmpit: itts not har dto rearrange things lik theat. we jjust needed the rright ideas. ww had them. jockjamsvol6: Once we had everyone in place, things started to work out, mostly. bones: Mostly? jockjamsvol6: Well, we (and Dahlia) made the guy, but shitty things happen to him. Like, all the time. It's like our poles are reversed. Shitty things happen around him constantly. It's surreal for me to watch.22 But he's always ready for them. Like he's whoever he has to be to make the shitty thing go away instead of things outside him changing for him. fallout_meta.txt: It's kind of like it knows what's going to happen before it does, somewhere inside. It changes its face to be whoever it needs to be. polaricecraps: but we got the other part right bones: How so? polaricecraps: like, yeah, he doesn't make people lucky like jj, like how he's not lucky like jj either, but that thing he does do happens to whoever is around him, too. people change like he does when they're around him. its like when youre around him you can see through this veil into what youre supposed to be doing, and he can just see through it all the time. fallout_meta.txt: That seems to be the reason why it's so old. Some historical data I've found suggests that when we made him, I fucked up the causality part. Unless I made it work by binding it to the only thing that worked. I'm not completely sure. I've never handled that much substance at once. We seem to have made him across all times where people were thinking about their purpose. That seems to be the thread that ties him to the world. If you could share certain data from the lower paleolithic with me, I should be able to make a confirmation. bones: Data archiving was not my function. polaricecraps: it is right now, isnt it? bones: Inquiries will be made. Please continue. What were the roles of polaricecraps and hetcopogg in the creation of Mr. Destiny? polaricecraps: i pakooshed it. bones: 'Pakooshed' it? polaricecraps: i sent the idea from jj to fallout boy to harmpit so they could all do their steps. hetcopogg: they needed me there to line up the astral geometry, or something. triangulate it. they said if pic wasn't out of washington for winter in fucking Yorkshire they could have just made a square but instead i had to close the loop. polaricecraps: so that i could pakoosh it. hetcopogg: so that you could pakoosh it. bones: I see. What happened after this? hetcopogg: he walked into the little summoning circle pic had me draw in my dorm room. bones: He walked, or he appeared? hetcopogg: no, like, he walked in through my locked door with no shirt on and stood in a circle of salt i laid down on my carpet. polaricecraps: i told you to lay down painter's paper or something below the salt. bones: Unnecessary digression. Please continue, hetcopogg. hetcopogg: we talked for a long time about how he got there, what he came for, how many girls in my dorm had seen him, who he was, who i was, and if he was dangerous. once i decided it was safe, i offered to let him sit on my bed while i called everyone else on discord to yell at them for half an hour. jockjamsvol6: She did do this. harmpit: yeaah fallout_meta.txt: That is correct. polaricecraps: yep. jockjamsvol6: Fallout came up with the theory that trying to meddle with time too much made our guy exist across all of our time, or at least for as long as our conception of time, during that half hour. I don't think the rest of us said much except for "sorry." harmpit: tthats' still our running theoery. fallout_meta.txt: He's definitely very old. It's possible that creating him changed history in ways too vast to even speculate about. It's also possible that until we made him he just slid in by the cracks of what was already happening, and he's only alive now, or maybe sliding through the cracks is all he does. bones: Do you have evidence for any of these theories to present? fallout_meta.txt: Unfortunately, no. Either he's going to change history now, or not. We'll have a better idea at that point. Due to existence of several organizations dealing in containing or neutralizing the supernatural, and Mr. Destiny's substantial age, it has attracted numerous enemies over time, human and otherwise. It was the determination of the organization Gamers Against Weed to protect our creation from those enemies. In order to do so, efforts were organized by members polaricecraps, gaycopmp4, fallout_meta.txt, jockjamsvol6, harmpit, and lesbian_gengar to erase an island in Lake Michigan close to the city of Kenosha, WI from history and cut off physical and sensory contact between the island and its exterior, allowing it to serve as potent hiding place. Since this time, the island, dubbed 'Kenowhere' (its original name has been lost) has become a refuge for multiple other associates of Mr. Destiny and Gamers Against Weed, establishing something of a loose community led by Mr. Destiny. Access to the island of Kenowhere can be negotiated by any member of Gamers Against Weed by petitioning jockjamsvol6, hetcopogg, or Gamers Against Weed associate, greenmanwalking, Steward and Seneschal of Kenowhere. Certain other members of Gamers Against Weed have the authority to approve access, but have not volunteered to assume that responsibility at this time. Please consult this hub immediately prior to contacting anyone regarding desired access, as the list is subject to rotation. The following is an interview between this archivist and Mr. Destiny itself, concerning its thoughts on our association with it: bones: Thank you for agreeing to conduct this interview. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: Think nothing of it. bones: It has been requested that I advise you to change your display name to something shorter for the purposes of this interview. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: Your advice is well-noted. bones: How old are you, by your own estimation? The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: As old as the oldest word for 'fate,' I think. bones: Would you be able to convert this estimate to into years of the Gregorian calendar? The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: No. bones: Why do you choose to associate so closely with the organization Gamers Against Weed? There are indications that you have a number of other powerful allies throughout the world, capable of concealing you from your enemies. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: Perhaps I felt that it was not enough to be protected from the world if I could not speak to it. Once I cannot speak, people will forget I am here, and then I will not be here. Perhaps I have grown sentimental in this age, and come to believe that the best protection comes from family. The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: However, I expect that if I have become sentimental and foolish in this age, that is what I will need to be to live through it. bones: Do you believe that your close association with Gamers Against Weed places our organization in danger, given the enemies you claim to have? The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: It would be nicer if that were true. That would have an easier solution. You have all been in danger ever since you first met. I, too, hope to protect my family. bones: Which dangers do you feel Gamers Against Weed is threatened by, and how do you believe you can protect it? The_Throne_of_the_Third_Heaven_of_the_Nations'_Millennium_General_Assembly: You took a step into a wider world when you banded together as a group. Separately, maybe three or four of you are powers. They, you, would have been able to defend yourselves adequately against the things which lurk. You were merely small targets with considerable abilities. Something like what I used to be. There are dangers in becoming involved in the world, but the only predator that truly hunts your former kind — our former kind —, is loneliness. You escaped that creature. You banded together more of the outcast, the strange, the cheerless, and you made them cheerful, safe, belonging to something. You made something happy where there was nothingness. You made yourself the kind of player that the larger players notice. Because I laud your courage in this action, I wish to offer you foresight. I wish to offer you the will to act. These are what you will need to protect your group. Knowledge of the existence of Mr. Destiny and the island of Kenowhere is under no circumstances to be released to non-members of Gamers Against Weed, even established associates, except by bluntfiend, jockjamsvol6, greenmanwalking, lesbian_gengar or with the explicit approval of one of the aforementioned. This is a very real matter of security. Do not hint that you know about this outside of secure channels. Everything in this hub is dangerous information, but as a contributing member of Gamers Against Weed, it is your right to know it. Material Requirements, by greenmanwalking Foreword First thing first: not everyone on this island is an adult. I believe in this place, but the only reason I can do that is I know why each of these children are here and I know they have worse chances outside. With that said, the island isn't equipped to handle the educational needs of children, or even clothe them. Anything you want to send here should prioritize things children need, most of all. From most to least important: Clothing Not many of us came here with more than one or two changes of clothes, if that, and kids grow. We need: Any kid's clothes you can get your hands on, especially warm ones. Goose down is ideal. Most types of textile materials. Yarn, wool, felt, cotton, silk, canvas, linen, everything. Our tailors are good, but not good enough to make something out of nothing. Durable clothing. Every kind. Denim, flannel, leather, anything thick and sturdy. Of these, we especially need materials more than finished clothing so that we can mend damaged items. It doesn't matter how much clothes we have if we can't wear them without busting them. Medicine This isn't as immediate a concern as clothing at the moment, but it's inevitably our most persistent concern. There's no way around it unless one of you can cure fevers and broken bones with magic and you want to just, live here. We'd be fine with that. We have qualified physicians, nurses, and one surgeon, but we need: Pretty much every single medicine on the World Health Organization Lists of Essential Medicines. Medical dressings. Syringes and needles. Scalpels. If you can get your hands on it, an autoclave would work wonders for us. Medical tubing and IV bags. Gloves (I am begging you to follow that thought you have alone in a doctor's office that says "I could take a box of gloves before anyone gets here and nobody would know." You have a reason now). Imaging equipment. I know this one is the most difficult. Not everyone can lift an MRI machine. But if you can, we need all kinds of imaging equipment, and badly. Antibiotic soap. Almost anything you can think of. Currently, there are a lot of emergencies we have no option except to send someone off-island to address, and it's a massive headache every time we have to break transit schedules. We've had no deaths so far. I intend to keep this true for as long as possible. Energy While we do have some capacity to produce energy by burning wood, wood gas, and some limited renewable energy sources like a small watermill. For the rest, we need: Diesel and gasoline. Simplest to get, simple to use. Solar panels. There has been a solar power network in construction since before I arrived, but its progress stalled due to a lack of panels. It's laid out, aligned, and ready to plug the photovoltaic cells in and turn on, only we still haven't got those. Structural metals like steel and titanium. Copper. All kinds. Wire, plates, it's all useful. Electrical cable, again, all kinds. Ideally we'll have a few miles of general use cabling at hand for whatever we need. Decent size general purpose generators. We can make them, but we can't beat factory made. Polymer wind turbine blades. Please contact me if: You're able to transfer energy from one location to another instantaneously. You're able to make all the wind blow onto the island from one side (without affecting the weather outside the anomaly). You're able to supply a significant or stable amount of any of the above materials. Our productive capacity depends on our energy supply. We really, really need to make sure we meet what we need. Shelter Most of us are still living out of tents. We made it through the last winter that way, but personally? I didn't enjoy it. Plus, temperature regulation was a nightmare. We have a lot of wood, and we have a few permanent log structures now, but ideally we'll be able to make much better, sturdier structures with the right supplies. Current needs include: Cement. Galvanized, corrugated iron and/or asphalt shingles suitable for roofing. Rebar and every kind of fastener. If you find it, we can use it. Drywall. Copper piping. Tarps and space blankets, if nothing else. You can find most of these at home improvement stores, but distribution warehouses have more. You can sometimes steal these things off of trucks (Please do not attempt this if you have no idea how to get away with it and just want to help). But make sure to be conscientious of which companies you steal from. Food Most of our food production is done on-island, but we still need some basics to truly subsist and thrive out here. Main things we need include: Modern float sheet glass, for constructing greenhouses. Fertilizer. Nitrogen fixing by beans only goes so far. Pigs (quadruped). We don't have the kind of open areas necessary to graze goats, sheep, or cattle, but pigs thrive in the forest. Cold-resistant saplings (apples, cherries, etc.). Seasoning and hot sauce. Any seasoning you can get your hands on. Cheese and other dairy products. These are hands down the most requested food items. Meat, any kind you can find. Salt. Indispensable as a condiment but crucial as a preservative. Books We have all the computers you could ask for, but we can't spend all our time in a computer lab. But we also have a dearth of print media. To address this, here's what we'd need: Textbooks, above all else. Especially for children's education. Technical manuals. General reference books, especially for information not easily found on the internet. Novels, comics, and other "leisurely" medias. We're still humans here. For these, look for rummage sales. Look for libraries disposing of old stock. Steal a crate off an Amazon truck, if you're the kind of person who can. Electronics After everything I said about needing energy, I need to make one more thing clear. We do not need more computers. Strictly, we have more people than computers on the island and not everyone can have their own personal computer, and I know to some of you the idea of going without a personal computer is ghastly, but I promise you, there are more important things. Every desktop computer you send us (and it's usually bulky desktops) requires somewhere to sit that's accessible, cool, sheltered, dry, and has running power. We have three computer labs. I supervised the construction of two of them. It's rare that any of them is more than half occupied at once. We don't have time to build more space to put computers in right now, and smartphones fill most of functions many of us would otherwise need a computer for. What we do need is: Replacement parts for those computers (we have them; they're not going to waste). All the electrical components you can manage getting your hands on. Copper wiring. A lot. Solder. Make certain you get the lead kind, it's vital for making sure our equipment doesn't break because of bad joins. There are various small electronics, telecommunications, and radar systems that require regular upkeep, but if you send us enough components, wiring, and solder, we can do a lot more than you think. Concluding note This list is subject to change as we develop further, and will be routinely updated to better reflect our needs. If you have something you think we'd need, send me or hetcopogg a message to see if we need it. We can not afford to make unnecessary supply drops. Make sure to check back to see if things have changed regularly, and thank you for the support. Physical Anomaly Maintenance, by polaricecraps (organized and titled by bones) How It Works polaricecraps: so like polaricecraps: for how it works. polaricecraps: shit so like. fuck. imagine dropping a chunk of lead through a bit of saran wrap polaricecraps: the wrap holds for a bit and then snaps, but the chunk takes a bit of the wrap with it polaricecraps: then imagine that where the thing broke gets healed, but for both things polaricecraps: like it closes so theres no holes anymore polaricecraps: so that the saran wrap is fine and the chunk of lead is now covered in saran wrap. polaricecraps: fuck. like, in other words polaricecraps: its like when you put a bubble wand in solution, blow a bubble, and the solution forms a film on the bubble wand again, even though there's a bubble polaricecraps: but like instead of a wand its just another really fuckin big bubble. polaricecraps: its like a bubble travelling inside another bubble when stuff isnt supposed to get in polaricecraps: and when shit IS supposed to get in its just like polaricecraps: itself inside of the bubble. Bubble Integrity polaricecraps: so one of the fuckin problems with doing this is polaricecraps: if you know how the fuck bubbles work polaricecraps: theyre very very easy to manage when theyre small polaricecraps: and theyre very very very hard to keep still when theyre fuckin huge polaricecraps: it fuckin blows with the wind, with whatever current. polaricecraps: in other fuckin words polaricecraps: imagine like. polaricecraps: youre on a beach polaricecraps: and youre trying to keep a circle in the sand as good as you can polaricecraps: but its fuckin windy as shit polaricecraps: shit keeps blowing polaricecraps: and you gotta constantly watch out for where the sand blows over polaricecraps: to keep the circle goin polaricecraps: thats what im doing. polaricecraps: and frankly its fuckin not good when im not there. polaricecraps: the bubbles still up but it gets wildstyle shaped polaricecraps: because i gotta fuckin sleep. polaricecraps: so ideally polaricecraps: we get another fuckin two to keep watch on the the bubble polaricecraps: we get another fuckin two to help keep that bubble a circle polaricecraps: shit polaricecraps: we get another fuckin two to keep that bubble a sphere polaricecraps: and we should be fuckin set. smooth as shit. Illusion Maintenence polaricecraps: second fuckin issue at hand. polaricecraps: we dont really give a shit if they know what the island looks like polaricecraps: they know what the island looks like polaricecraps: they got paper fuckin maps. too fuckin many for us to know about all of em. polaricecraps: what they DONT know is how many fuckers are here polaricecraps: and the shit we built. polaricecraps: we consciously choose things to let in polaricecraps: except like. polaricecraps: i dont think its really clear how hard this shit is polaricecraps: do you know how fuckin hard it is to let in like polaricecraps: light? polaricecraps: fuckin almost all radiation? polaricecraps: not only that but we gotta keep some kinds from getting out polaricecraps: life energy and fuckin other bullshit like that. polaricecraps: so far weve fuckin gotten along real well with some real weird bullshit polaricecraps: so for the fuckin keeping things in its simple, its like a faraday cage or some shit polaricecraps: for the other shit… polaricecraps: you know how in photoshop you can use the area around something to fix a blemish and it makes it look like it's continuous. spot heal polaricecraps: outside the area it just looks like that. polaricecraps: the radiation, light warps to look like that polaricecraps: takes energy, conscious effort. polaricecraps: i set that shit up, its part of the bubble n shit polaricecraps: but harmpit's the one who keeps it going. polaricecraps: kinda. polaricecraps: harmpit's gotta fuckin sleep too. polaricecraps: so when harmpit goes down polaricecraps: very very fuckin slowly polaricecraps: its like parts of the island pop up in the spot heal. polaricecraps: muddy and shitty, but still very worrying polaricecraps: if somethin ever were to happen to harmpit polaricecraps: we fuckin lose it. polaricecraps: and they start seein shit. polaricecraps: we cant have that. polaricecraps: we need, we really need like at least one other person polaricecraps: preferrably two polaricecraps: who arent the two for the bubble shit. Final Thought polaricecraps: so listen polaricecraps: i know how it sounds polaricecraps: but at least one of you fuckin bastards knows what the fuck i meant here. polaricecraps: and if anyone did polaricecraps: please fuckin message me. polaricecraps: help us obi wan kenobi polaricecraps: you old fuckin bastard Information Security, by gaycopmp4 and lesbian_gengar First of all, don't mention Kenowhere. Like, anywhere outside our own servers, on devices that have been confirmed as secure. Don't say it out loud unless you're on the island or you're in a place that's been checked for surveillance. Since we can't check everyone's house one by one, that probably means don't say it inside your home, workplace, or local shopping or entertainment center. Same general rules as anything we make, but this one is really serious. We're lucky that the name that stuck ended up sounding like you're just talking about Kenosha, Wisconsin, but they wouldn't call it that if people around the globe actually had a good reason to talk about Kenosha, Wisconsin. As far as we know, neither Janitor nor Tankfucker actually know what we call the place, but that's a layer of security we want to keep. If they notice that we even have a name for the place, we're in trouble. Second, don't talk about Kenowhere on main GAW servers. Seriously. Only on the one we have set up for this. You can mention it in passing, but don't describe it. If there's a security breach to one of our regular servers, we lose a lot, but the people on the island don't suffer for it if we're not stupid. If you see a message on a main server that mentions Kenowhere get deleted as fast as it shows up, it's not subliminal messaging or a trick; bones is doing its job. Try to avoid making its job harder. Speaking of subliminal messages and tricks, though, if you have a way to encourage people not to think of what we did at Kenowhere as important, strange, or worth looking into through some kind of perceptual woo, contact me (lesbian_gengar) and we'll talk about how to work it into the system of illusions already in place without interference. If you have a way to shield telecommunications beyond the security layers already in place, or to prevent online data collection regarding Mr. Destiny or the anomaly, contact me (gaycopmp4) and first we'll talk about why you didn't tell me that for regular security reasons already, and second we'll talk about how to integrate your security measures with the ones already in place. It would be especially nice if somebody could figure out a way for people on the island to call people outside safely except on that one phone somebody just left there in a Christmas gift package with a note that said "It's lonely where you are, take this." It would be especially especially nice if whoever did that would fess up and explain how they pulled it off. Transit Information and a final note on the Destiny Anomaly, by greenmanwalking and hetcopogg First of all, we want you, the reader, to understand what it means to undergo retreat or pilgrimage or whatever to Kenowhere, or to see Mr. Destiny. If you read the greenmanwalking reports, you should know what Kenowhere is. So, following that, you should know what Mr. Destiny does and what he doesn't. What Mr. Destiny Does and Doesn't As far as we (all senior specialist volunteers to the Kenowhere project) can tell, Mr. Destiny's primary fate-influencing effect acts more on people who have something they could or should be doing but are blocked from in some way, by social, physical, mental, or emotional barriers, in descending order. This means that although Mr. Destiny tends to influence people to do important things, just because you think you're King Important Of The Dick Mountain because you have special powers it doesn't mean you're going to become Emperor Hyper-Relevant Of The Interstellar Flying Dick Federation from being around it. bluntfiend is the most magic one of all of us, and he hates being around the guy. He spent five minutes or so one time talking to it and then wept for about an hour, and never talked to him again, and he doesn't talk about it except to say that he doesn't recommend doing it. And he's not any more magic than he was before that. Some of the other paranormal-abled members of Gamers Against Weed have found it helpful to be around it, but bluntfiend is still just as much more magic than any of them as he was before. It's not about that. Valid Reasons to Request Access Now that that's settled, there's four generally valid reasons to request permission to go to Kenowhere. They are as follows: You have a strong genuine belief in the Kenowhere project and you have an ability, talent, or skill, paranormal or otherwise which you feel you could use to contribute to the project most effectively on-island. We love you guys, but please try to make sure you have a 2-3 page proposal (informal writing, but use a legible 12 point font and single space) about how you intend to use your abilities to contribute to the Kenowhere project and try to be sure you're mentally prepared to live on a weird time bubble island with a lot of eccentric people for the duration of the time you need to make a real improvement. If you want to leave early, we won't keep you here and you'll be on the next ship out, but please think about it. Because you have nowhere else to go. There are a lot of reasons for this. You don't have to give much detail about why you need to be there, though credibility is a bonus. We don't want to keep any well-meaning people in an unsafe living situation we can remove them from. We don't really want to keep anyone in an unsafe living situation we can remove them from, but if basic island security is neglected, that means everyone else who came to find sanctuary from an unsafe situation is now at-risk again. You want to be something more. Tell us about that. You don't need to bring a proposal or a 5-step plan for your self-improvement, but we're going to want to talk to you. We understand that many people seeking to be better may not wish to relay their reasons for having that desire, but see above (#2). You experience Mr. Destiny's call. See the section below. All applicants who seem suspect are subject to a lie detecting test to be conducted by me (greenmanwalking), while under the effects of a 'truth-seeing powder' the big guy has left over from, I don't even know what. Some kind of old trade. He doesn't have a current supplier, but he has enough left to share with me for this purpose. I don't like using it. It doesn't have pleasant after-effects. It's strong magic and I'm not. It'll show me things. Please do not lie about your motives. I don't mind screening people who are sincere and well-intentioned in their desires, even if they're flagged as suspicious. That's the job. People who misrepresent their intentions and goodwill entirely… annoy me, and it's frankly embarrassing for them, too. If your request for transit is flagged as suspicious by your interviewer, you are not required to take the test, but you will not be allowed to go to the island otherwise. On Destiny's Call Show Hide If you receive Mr. Destiny's Call, (capital C) two things happen. First, you receive a communication from Mr. Destiny. This varies a lot, including instances of contact such as in-person, business card, letter, e-mail, telepathy, personalized advertisements, payphone outside of a warehouse, crossword puzzles, and encoded message within a sequence of randomly generated numbers. Second, you've essentially got something like a little piece of JJ's abilities. Mr. Destiny turning himself inside out like how JJ's powers got turned inside out for him. You don't actually need any advice from here on out, but this section is for anyone who feels a little nervous or anxious about what's going on. This is in our section because none of the magic people of the senior project volunteers had it happen to them like we did, though mine (hetcopogg) was kind of two-way and mine (greenmanwalking) was… you read about it in the other tab.23 He can't do this for himself, but people who receive his call are going to find it supernaturally easy to travel where they need to go, which, as long as he's stuck in Kenowhere, is anywhere on Lake Michigan's shore in the general area of Kenosha, WI, or, in some cases, anywhere on Lake Michigan's shore. Reportedly, one can kind of 'tell' where. A few examples of this happening follow: Finding they've suddenly come into airplane or bus tickets in their name. Finding visa applications surprisingly quick and easy. Finding they have a friend making a convenient move who conveniently would love to have company on the way over. Finding exact cab fare underfoot where they stopped to look at their map. Finding classified documents unexpectedly straightforward to steal. Finding they are able to get over the shock of a man with a dog's head showing up in their dorm room surprisingly quickly when their roommate who is under a cognitomanipulative effect not to notice anything weird that happens in your dorm room comes in, talks to him like he doesn't have a dog head and does have a shirt on, and finds him so charming she offers him some of her left-over dessert and they don't even mind not getting offered the leftover dessert because it was kind of cute. If you're nervous about the trip and you don't want to go: don't worry about it. Nobody is going to make you go anywhere you don't want to go, regardless of any calling you feel. It will fade over time unless you change your mind. You are always allowed to change your mind. If you're nervous about the trip but you still want to go, don't worry about it. People who have experienced the Call have reported on their trips anything from tiny lucks like: Being assigned to an exit row. The second-to-last seat on the bus having some kind of malfunction that gave them an abnormally large amount of leg room. Unusually good conversations with strangers that kept them entertained for hours and really glad they met someone they wouldn't normally To very large ones, such as the following: A government bureaucrat calling them "a good luck charm" and telling them to call if they had trouble processing any documents in the future. Closure with the fact of their friend moving away. Extremely handsome cab drivers. Finding a rare translation of Ovid you couldn't find anywhere until your you-were-boyfriends-for-a-long-time-in-college-and-you've-always-been-there-for-each-other-ever-since gave you a copy for your birthday that you still treasure it even though you can read Ovid in Latin now right by where you remember last reading your briefing materials on KTE-6561-Black in your quarters even though you were afraid you lost it The opportunity to hug a dog who can hug you back. When you make it to the lake, don't worry about the bubble keeping people outside. It won't stop you. Different people have gone through in different ways. For a few examples: Finding old abandoned rowboats sitting around somewhere and found them unexpectedly functional and just rowed right in. Finding it surprisingly simple to just swim until they hit land. Don't worry if it's a few miles away and you can't row that far or swim that far. There's magic around you right now. Do whatever immediately makes sense to you; you'll be pulled towards that anyway, it won't be hard. Some people, most of whom who have not previously used a supernatural ritual to move from one location to another, have found it intuitive to conduct some kind of special dance, prayer, geomantic rearrangement, anointment, or other type of process in order to arrive there. (Results of this vary. This may or may not still involve entering the lake conventionally following the ritual.) Finding themselves immediately standing on Kenowhere instead of the shore they were on before. Finding a barge rowed by a quiet but oddly comforting man in a hood who 'felt more like a protector than, like, death' suddenly float to shore out from the mist (which itself recently suddenly appeared) which conducted them to the island in 'about as much time as we needed to process what was going on.' Finding that a road of free-floating bog fragments, ice patches, or 'really big inflatable mattresses' drifting in on the waves suddenly formed and they walked across. This group sometimes but not always finds that at one point or another they can see their bridge being unbuilt behind them and built in front of them. Don't worry if you see this happening. It's going your pace. Finding themselves able to walk across the surface of the water itself. Try not to get a big head. You're not Jesus, you're just Peter holding his hand. Except, in this analogy Jesus can't walk on water. Only Peter. (I once asked the big guy if he was a god. He said, "to some." Take it as you will. -greenmanwalking) The luck effect will wear off when you hit the island. Things can get in your way again. You're not going to be supernaturally lucky. But you made it to somewhere safe, somewhere where everybody is going to work to get you what you need, because we all work for everybody to get what they need. We are going to protect you like we protect all of us. We are going to listen to you, like we listen to all of us. Lastly: don't worry about meeting Mr. Destiny. He's really nice, and he hasn't ever bitten anyone the entire time he has been in Kenowhere. And he wanted to meet you for a reason. bluntfiend: So you want, like, a closing message from the leader of Gamers Against Weed about why we're doing all this stuff with Mr. Destiny for your database entry on it? bluntfiend: Basically it's like… well, we made this guy, right? We didn't mean to make him exactly how we did but it's here because of us and that makes us responsible for it, right? If something bad happens to it because of the way we made it then that's kind of our responsibility. bluntfiend: I know only like five of us were actually involved in making it and we don't do this kind of thing for most of the Misters we make but it was made as part of something we're all part of and most of the Misters we make don't seem to want to have much to do with us, and like, this one came to us to ask for help. bluntfiend: And it is what it is and it does what it does because we made it like we are, you know? bluntfiend: So it's one of us, basically. bluntfiend: And if we don't look out for each other, who's going to look out for any of us, right? bluntfiend: Just tell them I said that, okay, bones? Footnotes 1. "Janitors," in common parlance. 2. bluntfiend: The other Janitors. The mean ones. gaycopmp4: the ones who want to fuck tanks 3. polaricecraps: im doing my best 4. polaricecraps: bullshit 5. greenmanwalking: This is the only part I can be sure they haven't changed. All of the rest of the information is accurate but only up until they stopped letting me look at the file on 2017-11-9. 6. greenmanwalking: I didn't have clearance to get this part, but I think you should be able to guess what it was. 7. No documentation from the ORIA has been recovered. This is considered a low-priority goal. 8. We were unfortunately unable to recover this. It has been requested that recovering an image or transcript of this tablet be considered a priority the next time a member of the Global Occult Coalition or Office for the Reclamation of Islamic Artifacts chooses to defect. 9. lesbian_gengar: it doesn't count if he gave it back, dude. 10. polaricecraps: dude is that your actual first name 11. polaricecraps: like i'm just saying they're sure writing this on an official report like it is actually your name 12. polaricecraps: holy shit it is 13. jockjamsvol6: dude you really let bones keep this part in? greenmanwalking: Of course I did. 14. polaricecraps: right? 15. lesbian_gengar: lmao 16. greenmanwalking: lmao 17. talman_corvett: lmao 18. greenmanwalking: The only defense I offer is that paramilitary nicknames for things don't sound stupid when everyone around you uses them, too. 19. lesbian_gengar: lol 20. gaycopmp4: hey i just noticed literally every time you describe him he has his tits out. is that just like his thing greenmanwalking: Dude his tits are just out like every single time I see him. gaycopmp4: respect 21. harmpit: mlao 22. fallout_meta.txt: I didn't want to interrupt at the time, but I think that might only be the surreal part for JJ. 23. fallout_meta.txt: Arguably, GAW as a whole was receiving his call when we made Kenowhere. greenmanwalking: …probably, yes. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "Project Kenowhere Central Volunteer Hub" by scarhaver and DolphinSlugchugger, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-4240 | safe | Item #: SCP-4240 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web-crawlers are to pull any material mentioning SCP-4240 which surfaces online. Any individuals found to be posting such materials are to be brought into custody, interviewed, and administered amnestics as appropriate. Any testing of SCP-4240 must be approved by at least one member of Level 4 personnel. Description: SCP-4240 is a series of instructions, referred to as 'The Roundabout Game', which when followed allow an individual to access an extradimensional space. These instructions, as originally posted on parawatch.net in late 2015, are as follows: THE ROUNDABOUT GAME Looking to see something interesting? Then follow these instructions. ONE: Pick at least four doors in your house. At most eight. TWO: (USE CHALK!) Number each of the doors, making sure to write the numbers very clearly- this will be important later. Make sure you are able to pass through each door in order! THREE: Once the clock hits midnight, start going Roundabout! Once you hit the last door, go through the first one again! After ten loops or so, you'll see what the fuss is about… ;) REMEMBER: Don't leave the loop before you win! Don't go back through a door you've just gone through! Keep going until you reach the staircase - and then all will be well again (I'm talking to you now). Once an individual familiar with these rules undertakes the steps detailed, they will disappear from observation following three of the described loops. Interviews with surviving subjects indicate that, at this point, they enter an extradimensional space (hereafter referred to as SCP-4240-1) initially identical to their previous location. However, as they continue to perform loops within SCP-4240-1, the environment will grow noticeably darker and new rooms will appear between the numbered doors, significantly increasing the length and difficulty of the loop. Any individuals who attempt to break the rules of SCP-4240 by going back through a door they have just passed through will be returned to their original location with a level of injury proportionate to the number of loops they have already made. Prior to twenty-five loops, subjects commonly survive with major bruising to the face and limbs, but all subjects who have attempted to exit past twenty-five loops have been killed via severe blunt force trauma. The exact mechanism by which these injuries are inflicted is unknown, as subjects retain no memory of the crossover period between SCP-4240-1 and the real world. Past twenty-five loops, recordings have shown subjects reporting feelings of being watched and followed, as well as being touched by an invisible but physical presence. The nature of this entity is currently unknown. Thus far, no individual has successfully 'won' SCP-4240 as described. (See Exploration Log 4240-1.) Exploration Log 4240-1: On 15/02/2018, D-28392 was instructed to enter SCP-4240-1 and continue looping for as long as possible. The subject was equipped with a recording device and instructed to report on his experiences as he proceeded. Uh? Hello? This thing on? (pause) They're, uh, they're telling me it's on. So they've got these four sort-of rooms set up, like, out of plastic or some shit. Gotta be honest, they look … really flimsy. Like I could just punch a hole in this. Are you sure this is fine? (pause) They're saying it's fine. Uh, loop three, I guess. Um, everyone's gone - I could see them before, kind of through the plastic, but now nothing. Plus, something just feels weird, like, with the floor? I dunno, I can't really say for sure. (gulps) So, I guess I go through door one again now. Loop five. Nothing's really changing. It's a little darker outside, maybe, but that might just be my imagination. Uh, loop six! Loop six! There's a new fucking room between three and four! Like, not made out of plastic or anything, it's, uh, it's brick as far as I can tell. And it stinks, there's something, uh, there's definitely something rotting in these bags. There's… (sounds of rustling) Chicken. Oh, thank fuck. Loop seven. Yeah, the meat room's sticking around, it's still here. There's kind of a, uh, a porch between four and one now, too. Uh, you said to note my experiences, so I should probably mention this - I said I could punch a hole in the wall before, that it was real flimsy shit. Well, I can't anymore. Won't even budge. So that's something, I guess. Loop eleven. Starting to get tired. Is there a time limit on this, or…? Probably should have asked before we started. Loop sixteen. Got a hallway right after the meat room now, so getting from three to four's kind of a trek. Plus, it's starting to get dark. I tried the flashlight, but that's getting dark too. It's like watching TV with the brightness down. Loop twenty. Got a long-ass walk from three to four now. Meat room, then the hallway, then the meat room again. Tripped over my own feet more than once, too. Only thing I can see really clearly is the numbers on the, uh, the doors. So we've got that. Loop twenty-five. There's something behind me. I just … (sounds of movement) can't see it, but I know it's fucking there, I mean, listen. (sound of rapid footsteps) Wait for it. (sound of rapid footsteps) See?! That's not me! That's something following right behind me! Oh, this is fucked. Meat room again. Loop thirty…five? He's right behind me, pressing against me whenever I stop. Cold, but he's getting warmer. I don't … I don't know, man … I don't wanna turn around. Forty-two. He's on my back, he's got his arms around my neck. (gulps) I need to hold my - hold my head funny or his elbow digs in. He's … he's got elbows, that's important information. Is that important information? Um. Heavy. Sixteen meat rooms. Seventeen. Sometimes my childhood bedroom, sometimes my childhood basement, sometimes my prison cells, sometimes my quarters here. Legs hurt. I can just … barely see them - the rooms, not my legs, uh - if I close my eyes, but the numbers … he's breathing on my cheek. (moaning) That wasn't me. Gnawing my ear. Took a bit off, but I couldn't feel it. There's just a part of me, uh, miss - missing. If I - If I reach m'arm behind me, I can feel his face, like in the movie about the elephant man … Dumbo …? I tried to feel his face again, t-to compare, but I don't have that anymore. What? But I, I figured it out, why I'm standing all funny, what's up with … with the floor. It's tilted downwards, just a - just a little. (coughing) This isn't a circle - it's a spiral. When I was a kid, and I pissed off my mum, she always used to tell me about the twin I'd killed in the womb. How good of a son he'd have been, and how he would have respected her. How he wouldn't hurt her like I'd hurt her, like I'd always hurt her. Then she'd hit me or send me down to my room or whatever she felt like. I always felt like a monster when she'd told me what I'd done. There's always someone who isn't alive because you are. Ain't that awful? But … (whimpering) I'm feeling … feeling like I've been redeemed some. (sound of tearing meat) (sounds of licking) (laughing) (muffled) Okay! Love you, buddy. Loop ninety-nine. Stairs. Following this final recording, twenty-five hours and fifty-three minutes after he had first entered the extradimensional space, D-28392 reappeared at Site-36 and collapsed from exhaustion. Following a brief period allowed for recovery, D-28392 was brought back in for an interview. <Begin Log> Dr. Land: Welcome back. How do you feel? (No response. D-28392 is looking down at his hands, grinning widely.) Dr. Land: D-28392? D-28392: (looks up) Oh, uh, sorry doc. It's just, you know, twenty-five hours in the pitch dark, you kinda forget what your hands look like. What were you saying? Dr. Land: I was just asking how you were feeling. D-28392: (laughs) Not bad. You? (Pause.) Dr. Land: We listened to your recordings. D-28392: Okay. Dr. Land: Partway through, you start to mention this presence that's there with you. Can you expand on that a little for me? You weren't very clear on the recordings. D-28392: Oh, uh, sorry. (laughs) It was kind of this, uh, sort of invisible thing with me, hanging onto my back. Was that, like, a ghost or something? Dr. Land: I really couldn't say. What happened to it? D-28392: (laughs) Hell if I know. Just glad that thing is finally gone, you know? It dropped off once I reached the stairs. Dr. Land: You say it 'dropped off'. From that wording, do you think it's dead? D-28392: (smiles) Yeah, I think so. <End Log> D-28392 was kept under observation for a month and thoroughly tested for any abnormalities that may have arisen from his use of SCP-4240 and his experiences within the extradimensional space. After testing confirmed him to be in the same state he had been when he first entered said space, with no anomalous properties, he was released on 01/04/2018 following standard D-Class employment policies. Incident 4240-1: In order to gain more intelligence on any entities potentially dwelling within SCP-4240-1, further exploration was arranged. D-39212, equipped with a recording device in the same manner as D-28392, was ordered to proceed into SCP-4240-1 and make precise observations regarding any entities that he might encounter. Six hours later, D-39212's beaten corpse reappeared on the testing ground. Analysis of his recordings indicated that he had become intimidated by a pile of human viscera that had appeared during one of his loops and he had thus attempted to flee SCP-4240-1 by retracing his steps. Due to the number of loops he had already undertaken, this resulted in his death via blunt force trauma. Analysis of viscera traces from D-39212's shoe showed it to be genetically identical to D-28392. The entity released from Site-36 on 01/04/2018 has yet to be found. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4240" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4240. 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-4241 | keter | close Info X SCP-4241 — Researcher's Nightmare Author: AlanDaris First skip after big time off. Also, first skip that I and others liked enough for it to stay on the mainlist. ~~ More Alan Stuff ~~ NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The following document is considered outdated and is set to be updated in accordance with the newly acquired information regarding SCP-4241. Note that the current revision of the document contains a number of redactions (presented in blue) the credibility of which has not been verified yet. Item #: SCP-4241 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the scarcity of information regarding the nature and capabilities of SCP-4241, effective containment procedures have not yet been developed. Research is ongoing. Currently, the most efficient method of detecting SCP-4241 lies in conducting a psychological test aimed at the detection of clinical depression in a passing subject. This test is to be passed by all subjects who have been in close proximity or verbally in contact with the infected individuals and by all Site-224 personnel (including Class-D employees and PoIs currently residing in the Site). А positive result is to be considered a sign of SCP-4241 contamination, provided that the subject did not exhibit similar symptoms prior to the SCP-4241's discovery. All affected subjects are to be isolated supervised and provided psychological assistance if required. Site-224 is to be placed under a full lockdown until the nature of SCP-4241 is understood and more efficient containment procedures are developed. Description: SCP-4241 is a designation for an anomalous virus phenomenon affecting the human psyche. Currently, twelve; nearly half; all of the Site-224 employees are considered to be affected by SCP-4241. The exact mechanism of SCP-4241's effect is still poorly understood as it does not affect the subject's physical state and cannot be detected through medical examination. SCP-4241 is capable of transmitting from one subject to another, similar to nonanomalous viruses over long distances with no apparent pattern. Recent SCP-4241 activity has shown that it is able to spread while all affected subjects are isolated. Through testing and interviews with affected subjects, it was established that virtually all of the affected individuals exhibit a number of similar symptoms related to their psychological health, some of which are usually associated with clinical depression. SCP-4241's effect is primarily characterized by malaise, irritability, and persistent fatigue in the early stages and subject's inability to enter an affective state characterized by the positive emotions1 with the onset of later stages (typically after 4-5 days after initial contamination). Most of the subjects are also exhibiting such symptoms as loss of appetite and palate, as well as insomnia irrational fear of falling asleep. Affected individuals had also reported experiencing dreams during REM sleep2, the content of which cannot be remembered by the subject after awakening but causes recurring psychological distress. It is currently unclear if the dreams are caused by the anomalous effect or by a natural stress reaction. The initial discovery of SCP-4241 took place on 12\08\2019; it is believed that the phenomenon has started spreading somewhere around that time and is related to the outcome of the mission performed by MTF Omega-31 ("Sticky Fingers") a week prior. ► OPEN ADDENDUM: Head researcher's notes ▼ CLOSE ADDENDUM: Head researcher's notes The following is a transcript of audio logs made by Dr. Bishop during his investigation regarding SCP-4241, which were accessed through his personal recording device shortly after Incident 4241-Δ (for more information, see the Incident 4241-Δ report). DATE: 16/08/19 Today I was assigned to SCP-4241 as a head researcher since the preceding assigned researcher has been affected by it. I was granted the permission to edit SCP-4241's description directly if I find new information regarding this phenomenon. As suggested by the instructions, I will be recording the information regarding SCP-4241 and the situation in the Site in general over the course of my research in order to preserve the collected data in case of something bad happening to me or SCP-4241's document. Currently, twelve Site-224 employees are infected by SCP-4241. It is believed that the main pocket of infection is the Site's medical department, although SCP-4241 may be present in other departments as well. The goal of the research is to acquire more information regarding SCP-4241's nature and develop efficient containment measures for it. The medical examination and body fluid analysis of the affected subjects have already been conducted. I'm hoping that this time we'll be able to get results. DATE: 17/08/19 The situation here isn't as smooth as desired: although there were no orders regarding Site's lockdown, security personnel doesn't let anyone outside. Currently, the directive from the security department is to stay inside the facility until "the situation is better understood". Something tells me that they don't want to alarm the employees and in reality, the lockdown is just a matter of time. The medical examination of the affected subjects has shown that absolutely nothing is wrong with them. At least physically. It doesn't make them feel better though, as psychological tests are still showing the same results. Additionally, we had to move all subjects considered to be affected to quarantine. It's very surreal to lock your friends and colleagues into chambers and treat them like anomalies, but we have no other choice. Site's medical department has been unofficially labeled a restricted area, no one is willing to go there anymore and I can't blame them. I'm sure it will be better to shut it down completely as we can't risk the health of not affected employees. DATE: 18/08/19 Quarantine didn't work. More people started to exhibit similar symptoms, the signs of SCP-4241 are all across the Site now. If this is truly a virus, then it's one of the most contagious I've ever seen. My attempts to find some kind of pattern in SCP-4241's spreading or it's victims have failed miserably. The research isn't completely hopeless though. I still have some theories that are worth testing. I've interviewed one of the affected subjects today. To be more precise, it was an agent whose name is T███████. She has colorfully described what it feels like to be affected. Most of the information was practically identical to what we were able to acquire through testing, but there was that one detail that I can't get out of my head: T███████ has mentioned that sometimes she gets a sudden feeling of anxiety when going to sleep, like the idea of falling asleep is worrying to her. She said that this feeling was with her since she was affected by SCP-4241, but couldn't find any reason for it. Looks like SCP-4241 is able to affect subject's psyche on multiple levels even though there are no traces of it within the subject's body. This gave me an idea: SCP-4241 doesn't necessarily have to be a virus or exist in physical reality at all to affect its victims. Tomorrow I'll get a response from the memetic department and try to reach out to the antimemetic team as well. Maybe the answer is closer than we think. DATE: 19/08/19 Looks like I'm not bad at predicting; from now on we're under lockdown. The order came in this morning, followed by a report regarding an increasing number of the subjects affected by SCP-4241. And given that we don't know the nature of this "disease", they had to not only lock us inside the facility but also stop the information from going in and out in case of SCP-4241 being an infohazard. No communication with other sites, no possibility to use cell phones or leave the facility. It's just us and those white walls now. I'm considering giving those employees that were moved to quarantine a possibility to spend some time outside of it while remaining under supervision. Constantly residing in the chambers affects their mental state negatively and SCP-4241 seems to be spreading anyway. If we'll keep one part of the infected inside the chambers, all the while letting others roam the Site freely it may cause some concerns. I've got the response from the memetic department: unfortunately, they couldn't find anything. The antimemetic team also conducted a thorough analysis, no antimemetic agents of any sort were detected. So, we'll just have to keep searching. DATE: 20/08/19 Today I've conducted two more interviews with affected subjects, former junior researchers. They both reported feeling persistent anxiety when going to sleep or even thinking about doing so. It seems like they all have dreams that leave them very distressed, but no one can remember what exactly they were dreaming about after awakening. And if that wasn't enough, today we found out that a researcher who was one of the first SCP-4241 victims took his own life. We all agreed on the fact that right now it's important to not let this one-off case become a tendency. It's not so easy to do though, especially considering that all medication we tried has shown no effect on any of the affected subjects. Looks like the deadline of this research is far closer than I thought. DATE: 22/08/19 I'm infected. To be fair it is hard to find someone in this facility who isn't. The research team says that it could be a mistake and we should run some additional tests, but I don't think it's necessary. I'm sure I had a nightmare last night because I woke up screaming so loudly you'd think I saw the most terrifying thing in my life. But… Of course, I can't remember anything. The research has reached a dead end and I have no idea what the source of SCP-4241 could be. I didn't record anything yesterday because there was virtually nothing to report. Everything is getting worse but at the same time, this whole situation seems so… Stable. No monster outbreaks, no horrific events happening to people. Nobody is dying, either. The Site's AIC is fine and containment protocols are still functioning. The site looks almost normal if you look at it from the outside. DATE: 2?/08/19 So, couple (two or three?) days ago I decided that if we can't understand SCP-4241's nature we can approach it from a different direction: maybe finding out how and when it started spreading will help us in some way. So I've been in the archive for all this time trying to pinpoint an exact time stamp when it happened and draw some kind of connection. Didn't have any sleep for the past two (three? four?) nights. I just couldn't bring myself to close my eyes. Even the thought about having to experience those nightmares again gives me the creeps. When I was a kid, I'd often be afraid to go back to sleep after having a bad dream, because I feared that it might happen again. This feeling is similar, but in this case, you don't think that the bad dream might repeat, you just know it will. My coffee is running out, so It's going to become a problem soon. DATE: ??/08/19 I've found something. When I was looking through the missions of MTFs which took place over the course of this month, one of them caught my eye. It's the last mission of Omega-31, during which they raided some apartment at the neighboring town. It was reported that its residents were storing and using various anomalous items, but the reports were a little exaggerated. The operation resulted in MTF capturing one person and discovering eight tapes with minor anomalous properties. It wasn't so long before SCP-4241 started spreading, and the members of Omega-31 were the first people to exhibit those symptoms. We couldn't find any anomalous influence though, but maybe we just weren't searching close enough. There is very little data regarding the captured PoI himself, during the last interview he really didn't want to share any information with us. But maybe now, when we are all spiraling into anomalous depression, he'll react differently. At least I hope so. The interview will be conducted tomorrow. ► OPEN ADDENDUM: Interview log ▼ CLOSE ADDENDUM: Interview log INTERVIEWER: Doctor B. Bishop INTERVIEWEE: Mr. ███ ██████ (designated as PoI-3749) BEGIN LOG Dr. Bishop: Greetings, Mr. ██████, do you know why this interview was conducted? PoI-3749: Honestly? No idea. Dr. Bishop: Alright, I'll share some information with you. As you're probably aware, right now this place is going through a very tough time. Usually, the door would be guarded by at least two armed personnel whose goal would be to instantly react if you attacked me or decided to leave this room. Currently, it's not the case as they're needed elsewhere. But I'd like to clarify that since the whole facility is under lockdown, it would be even harder for you to escape if you tried. PoI-3749: Oh, save your bragging for someone who cares. Even if I wanted to escape, I don't have enough energy to do so. I don't think there is even a point now. What's the use of leaving this place, if those awful feelings will haunt you anyway? Listen, I feel like a pile of shit right now, can we please postpone this interview? Dr. Bishop: Unfortunately we can't do that, there is very little time left. I know how you feel right now, trust me. I'm infected too, but I can't let this temporary difficulty distract me from my work. PoI-3749: Well, since I have no choice whatsoever… Go ahead I guess. Dr. Bishop: Let's start with the most important one: do you know what exactly is happening to the facility personnel? PoI-3749: No… What makes you assume that? Dr. Bishop: Well, there were some strange coincidences regarding the current situation and the last mission of the Mobile Task Force which brought you here. Firstly, SCP-4241 started spreading shortly after your arrival at the facility. (Sound of paper rustling) Dr. Bishop: Secondly, the first people to exhibit symptoms associated with SCP-4241 were the MTF members, the Site's medical expert, and her assistant who examined you. PoI-3749: And? Dr. Bishop: Also, some of the items we found at your location are exhibiting minor anomalous properties. I find it more than believable that those facts are more than just mere coincidences, Mr. ██████. If you truly can't answer my previous question, then let's start from the very beginning: what exactly were you doing prior to the arrival of the Mobile Task Force? PoI-3749: I don't know what you're… Oh, fuck it. I don't think it really matters anymore. First of all, I'd like to say that nothing that happens right now is my… Our fault. I mean, what kind of person in their right mind would bring this "infection" upon themselves? Dr. Bishop: I'm not accusing you of anything. Now, please answer the question. PoI-3749: Well, most of the time we slept. And I mean it. You see, somewhere around three months ago we really got into all this dream stuff. Lucid dreaming, what dreams can say about your mental state, OOBE and things like that. After finding some material on this topic, we decided that we're ready to try ourselves. Rented a quiet small apartment so no one from the outside world would bother us and the rest is history. It was just lucid dreaming and some fun experiences at first, but then… We wanted something more. So we started our tries to enter the dream plane. Dr. Bishop: Dream plane? Could you please elaborate? PoI-3749: Oh God, do I really have to explain it all? I mean… You know what "Astral" is, right? There is a huge number of newbies who'll read a bunch of useless books about it and believe that they understood every aspect of it and became "enlightened" or something. Especially on the internet. You should've heard this term before. Dr. Bishop: You're right, I did. Now, please continue. PoI-3749: Okay, I'll keep it simple. So, the Astral is considered to be accessible through dreaming. Lucid dreaming, I mean. The idea is that your consciousness leaves your physical body and travels in that other realm, but returns when you wake up. There is even a huge collective whose members are fully aware of how Astral functions. It doesn't matter much how you call this place. The thing is, to even reach it you'll have to practice for weeks. Dr. Bishop: So, you were practicing before the MTF raided your den, is that it? And for how long? PoI-3749: Yeah, obviously we were. For long enough to reach the Dream plane and to one-up all those normies from the Astral-related websites. Dr. Bishop: So, I imagine you do have at least some knowledge regarding this phenomenon. PoI-3749: I mean, if I had to guess… Probably predators. Dr. Bishop: Excuse me? PoI-3749: You know how almost every species has at least one predator to keep things balanced? The physical world isn't the only place where this concept works. Dr. Bishop: Are you trying to say that Dream plane has predators too? PoI-3749: Yeah, a whole bunch of them actually, different shapes and sizes. And you probably figured it out already… Dr. Bishop: We are their prey? PoI-3749: Yes, at least to an extent. They can't attack our physical bodies though. They can do something to us only when we're trying to enter their world or just having lucid dreams. I mean, the chances that you'll come in contact with one of those creepy shits while having fun in your own little "universe" are pretty slim, but it's possible. Those worlds are a single whole after all. Dr. Bishop: Any additional information about what we're facing? PoI-3749: Not much. I really have no clue who or, rather, what exactly is responsible for all this shit. I've entered Dream plane for about a dozen times myself but didn't observe those creatures long enough. But from what I heard of… The nightmares, the malaise, and this fucking feeling that I can't get rid of… (PoI-3749 raises his voice) PoI-3749:I'm sure it's related! Fuck. Now when I'm thinking about it… Charging into Dream plane like that was such a retarded decision. Dr. Bishop: Please stay calm. We will resolve it… I hope. Why would you even try to access this "plane" if it's so dangerous? PoI-3749: Why would anyone do anything? Curiosity. You know, I'm something of a scientist myself… Or something, I don't remember how this saying goes. By the way, those tapes you stole from us were supposed to improve our results. Dr. Bishop: I don't think "stole" is the right… Oh, doesn't matter. Could you please specify in which way those tapes helped you in your practice? PoI-3749: As you say, Mr. Doctor. There isn't something super-special about those tapes, but they are helpful. In fact, they just make you remember your dreams. Dr. Bishop: This effect seems very interesting. PoI-3749: Yeah. When one of us would drop off while listening to the tape, they'd remember all their dreams after awakening. I'm sure you have no idea what I'm talking about, but for someone practicing lucid dreaming, it's very important to remember or to write down the dreams. Those things really helped a lot, and I was asked to protect them. But well… Looks like I'm just fucking awful at my job. At least I'm glad others managed to escape before your goons came in. Even though… Right now they're probably affected too. (Pause) PoI-3749: Now that I think about, it's a possibility. And some of them might be already in the same condition as I… Or even worse. That's all because of this stupid idea to enter this plane without good preparation. All because I told them to do it. I told them. That was my idea! (PoI-3749 is visibly hyperventilating) PoI-3749: Why did I insist on doing it?! None of this would've happened! Dr. Bishop: Calm down. I understand how you feel right now. And I can assure you that even if your friends are affected, we will find a way to save them. Right now we have to understand how to oppose this… Phenomenon. PoI-3749: No, it's just… Sorry, it happens. (Sigh) Anything else you wanted to know? Dr. Bishop: I have to ask one final question: you told me that the tapes will make you remember your dreams. So, does it work with every dream? PoI-3749: As far as I can tell. I've yet to face a situation where they wouldn't leave you with a crisp and clear image of what you saw while napping. Dr. Bishop: Thanks, that's all I needed to know. PoI-3749: Glad to help. Now could you just leave me alone? Dr. Bishop: Yes, I'm gonna leave you now. This interview is concluded. I thank you for the information you provided, it will be helpful. PoI-3749: I fucking hope so. ENG LOG ► OPEN ADDENDUM: Incident report 4241-Δ ▼ CLOSE ADDENDUM: Incident report 4241-Δ Summary: At 10 AM, 28/08/2019, Dr. Bishop was found unconscious in his dwelling unit at Site-224. Reportedly, he had the headphones on and was holding his personal recording device in his left hand. An audio player with an anomalous item designated AO-3966-2G inside was found next to him. Subsequent medical examination and analysis of the brain activity have shown that Dr. Bishop is in a state similar to comatose, the cause of which is unknown. He is currently residing in Site-224's security department and is inspected for anomalous properties. The following is a transcript of the last recording by Dr. Bishop, presumably made no earlier than several hours prior to his discovery. DATE: ??/??/?? It worked. I saw them. Now they won't be able to hide in the back of our minds anymore. Judging by the fact that I can barely talk right now, I probably don't have a lot of time to record this, so I'll try to keep it brief. Yesterday I retrieved one of the tapes from its locker, turned on the audio player and tried to fall asleep. It was a long struggle due to the anxiety and the fact that I'm not used to sleeping with headphones on, but at roughly 4 A.M. I was finally able to start dreaming. And what a dream it was… At first, I had a weird itchy feeling, as if some bug was trying to crawl up my leg. Apparently, I tried to smash it by reflex. It didn't help and the itch only got worse, I started feeling it on the different body parts. I finally opened my eyes and tossed down the blanket, and the next thing I saw was a bunch of those creatures running around with their little sticky legs. They were roughly 4 cm large, I couldn't make any details because those shits were pretty scared by me trying to slam them and quickly ran off. I jumped out of bed and managed to kill one, stained my hand in some disgusting purple goo. It was then I realized that my body was still lying on the bed and I wasn't controlling it. In fact, I was observing it from the distance. Could also pick up the sound of crashing ocean waves from the audio player since it was pretty loud. I then heard a gross popping sound from under my desk and saw a black stain moving out of there. Presumably, it was one of those things. The image was very blurry, so I couldn't tell for sure. I looked under the desk and there was… A cluster of purple, glowing eggs. A fucking cluster of spider eggs in my room. There were at least fifty and judging by the looks of them, some had already hatched. I can't recall what exactly I was doing after that. In the next part of the dream, I was already walking down one of the Site's hall. The floor was covered in some kind of black slime which made a gross sound every time I stepped on it, and those insects… They were all over the place. Some of them were two-three times larger than the ones I saw in my bed. The other employees also were there, and interestingly enough no one cared about those things roaming around, I guess you could call that dream logic. After all, it was my dream. (Deep sigh) Then I met T███████. She was walking down the hall and greeted me when I approached her. It was something like a deja vu because I clearly remember already seeing those events in my previous dreams. Seeing and then forgetting. Just looking at T███████ I could tell that she was very ill. And then she turned her back to me. And on her back… A giant thing, it was half the size of T███████. At that moment I understood that the insects in my bed were just younglings. This one looked like a bizarre mixture of cockroach, spider, and mosquito. It wrapped its thin legs around her torso and shoved its long proboscis into her neck. It was sucking something out of there, I swear. At that point, I nearly pushed myself out of the dream because of the panic, but something didn't let me. After a couple of seconds, this monster, if everything else wasn't enough, weakened its grab on T███████ and switched its attention to me. I fled. I have no idea why, but at the time I thought the best place to run to was the cafeteria. I don't remember how I got here, the only thing I remember is stepping on a couple of those creatures in the process. I opened the door and saw a lot of employees. Some were having a meal, others were chatting with each other, but all of them looked very unhappy. It was just like the times I visited cafeteria in real life. But… This time there were a whole bunch of those insects too. It seemed like nobody noticed them, but they were… Just everywhere! The big ones were feeding on the employees, and smaller ones just moved around on the floor, the walls and the tables. Then I screamed as loud as I possibly could. Probably it was my biggest mistake. The creatures immediately noticed me and this time they were way too fast for me to run away. They started crawling up and… (Stuttering) There were so many… Their legs were everywhere… I couldn't see… I couldn't… (Heavy breathing) I woke up right after feeling a sharp pain in my neck. And, strangely enough, this pain didn't go away. My vision gets all blurry and colorless… (Cough) Just like in that dream. Must be their defense mechanism. Unfortunately, I have no idea what will it do to me. But at least now I know what SCP-4241 really is. We've made a huge mistake. All this time, while we were chasing a non-existent virus or a deadly memetic agent, those creatures were sucking our will to live out with a straw. Afterword: Upon discovering the recording, further testing with the usage of AO-3966-2G was approved by Site-224 director in order to determine the credibility of Dr. Bishop's observations. Research is currently ongoing. Footnotes 1. І.E. the state of amusement or happiness. 2. A unique phase of sleep in mammals and birds, distinguishable by a random/rapid movement of the eyes, accompanied with low muscle tone throughout the body, and the propensity of the subject to dream vividly. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4241" by AlanDaris, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4241. 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-4242 | thaumiel | SCP-4242 Item #: SCP-4242 Special Containment Procedures: Public access to the site of SCP-4242 must remain unrestricted. Only the lower labyrinth chamber is to be restricted to Foundation personnel. A secondary labyrinth can be made available to the public in a different area of the SCP-4242 grounds. Due to the public nature of SCP-4242 instances, research teams must take care when entering or leaving the site, or when transporting equipment or weapons to or from the site, in order to prevent alarming civilians or creating paradoxes. Any newly discovered SCP-4242 instance must be logged in the SCP-4242 Extended Location and Exploration Log. Any new individuals arriving in SCP-4242 from other sites are not to be engaged unless they wish to leave the lower labyrinth chamber, in which case they must be detained for questioning but are not to be considered hostile. Update 7/7/2018: It is considered a priority to see if there is some way to alter the function of SCP-4242 to access a future location. To date there have been 0 future locations found. Description: SCP-4242 is a phenomenon by which a place of worship develops a labyrinth chamber in its lower levels. An individual chamber can contain as many as 25 labyrinths, both as walkable floor labyrinths and as wall-mounted finger labyrinths. Destruction of a location causes SCP-4242 to reappear under another public place of worship anywhere in the world. The present location of SCP-4242 is at Hallgrímskirkja in Reykjavík, Iceland, so placed to maintain both the need for the location to remain public, while minimizing traffic to the location. When a subject completes a labyrinth by walking or tracing the path, the subject is instantly transported to a similar chamber, containing a similar collection of labyrinths and located in the lower levels of a public place of worship. All such locations are temporally located in the past, and exiting the chamber will lead the subject to the historical time period in some location on Earth. In all recorded instances, the chambers are closely monitored by an organization dedicated to the preservation of normalcy for the public, and/or the containment of anomalous phenomena. These historical organizations are either contemporary members of the SCP Foundation, or are similarly structured organizations from times and places where the Foundation did not exist. These other organizations have been informed of the mission of the SCP Foundation and have been supportive. Exploratory and diplomatic missions to historical organizations have yielded insight into present challenges with containment, and Foundation expertise and technology have proven useful to historical organizations. The Foundation aims to continue to leverage access to these historical organizations to maintain Foundation goals throughout history. Travel to earlier time periods can be accomplished by traversing a series of lower labyrinth rooms. Although each chamber connects to only 15-25 other chambers via labyrinth, further locations and historical periods can be reached from each chamber. Below is a partial list of locations which have been reached and Foundation diplomatic missions have been established. Further locations discovered and contacted are available in the SCP-4242 Extended Location and Exploration Log. Labyrinth leading to SCP-4242-Roma SCP-4242 Chamber Code: SCP-4242-Roma Location: Temple of Vesta, Tibur, Roman Republic Time: 44 BCE Exploration and Diplomatic Notes: The Roma location must be accessed with care, following the assassination of Julius Caesar and the outbreak of civil war between factions loyal to Marc Antony, Cicero, and Caesar Octavius. Researchers are advised to listen to locals regarding the movement of troops throughout the region and exercise caution on the roadways throughout. Organization Notes: SCP-4242-Roma is monitored by the priests and attendants of the Tiburtine Sibyl, a young woman who tells prophecies upon entering a trance-like state. These prophecies are highly valued for their accuracy, although the cryptic nature of their delivery can lead to misinterpretation. Efforts by the Sibyl's Attendants have led to the prevention of three XK-Class scenarios, but have increased the level of uncertainty of their actions at any time. Update 4/4/2004: The Tiburtine Sibyl has been observed to state the following prophecies: "The centuries shall bear fruit, the children's children three hundred times will wish to bring peace. Fear their advice, for they know not the destruction they bear on their tongues." "Find the triple tortoise, defending against its center. There is the pinnacle of protection. Beyond, there is nothing." Entrance to SCP-4242-Iga. Guarded by three Clan members at all times. SCP-4242 Chamber Code: SCP-4242-Iga Location: Kasuga-taisha Shrine, Japan Time: 1534 CE Exploration and Diplomatic Notes: This instance is in Japan during the Sengoku period, a period of instability. However, the Shinto shrines themselves are offered respect, and should remain sanctuary locations. Organization Notes: The location is monitored by the Iga Clan, a famed shinobi family, and works closely with the Emperor to track down and neutralize any anomalous threats to Japan. Kasuga-taisha is one of sixteen heihaku locations, to where the kami are delivered messages and storage of anomalous items takes place. The Iga Clan offers the hiring out of shinobi agents to the Foundation for stealth-based missions, and the Foundation has assisted the Clan with deliveries of amnestics. Of note, clan members have made regular use of the location to enter future times and report on what they find. The following items have been found with them upon first Foundation contact. A set of spears and shield from the Zulu tribe, ca. 19th century Four 5.25" floppy discs, ca. 1985, containing a collection of Infocom text adventures One 1977 Schwinn bicycle 200 America On Line compact discs, modified to have sharpened edges One M1885 Remington-Lee bolt action rifle with 20 rounds of ammunition, ca. 1880 One Apple iPhone 6 (unpowered) The Iga Clan has not reported having traveled further into the future than the Foundation's present day. FURTHER REPORTING - Level 4/4242 ACCESS ONLY ACCESS GRANTED POI-4242-𐤀 Incident Number: 4242-𐤀 Incident Date: 7/7/2018 Summary: A male human of African descent (designated POI-4242-𐤀) emerged from SCP-4242 and was detained for questioning. Subject was cooperative and spoke Latin with researchers on site. < BEGIN LOG > Dr. Scarpelli: Welcome to Iceland. It is the Year of Our Lord 2018. My name is Claudio Scarpelli. Who are you and where are you from? POI-4242-𐤀: My name is Amaztan. You speak Latin, and say Year of Our Lord, so you are Christian, and so… < POI-4242-𐤀 pauses and makes counting gestures. > POI-4242-𐤀: It has been about 10,000 years. 10,000 years… That is a good long time. So much growth, so much change. Long time, long travels. Humanity has done well. < POI-4242-𐤀 wipes away a tear and clears his nose. > POI-4242-𐤀: I started out from… I spoke with your colleagues 200 years ago, we looked maps over. It is a place now called Tassili n'Ajjer, mountains and valleys in the Sahara… Sahara desert, now, I suppose. Dr. Scarpelli: Yes, I have heard of it, but have never been there. Would your people still exist somewhere? POI-4242-𐤀: I am certain we disappeared when the desert arrived. When I am home, the mountain valleys are lush and the rivers are full. It is amazing to see the land change beneath your feet when you travel far enough in time. Dr. Scarpelli: I can imagine. How do you know Latin? POI-4242-𐤀: There has always been a learned speaker of Latin over the past 2,000 years in Europe. It is a good language to know. Someone 50 years ago suggested English, but that tongue has only mattered for the past century, maybe two. I also know Chinese and Sanskrit, if needed. Dr. Scarpelli: Latin is good. If what you're saying is accurate, if you are from 10,000 years ago, about 8,000 years before Christ, then you are the farthest back in history we have ever encountered. POI-4242-𐤀: Yes, that makes sense. Our tribe built this temple, to see into the future. There would be none further back. Dr. Scarpelli: Your tribe built this temple? How did you accomplish that? POI-4242-𐤀: Do forgive me, I do not understand the ways and powers of the gods well enough to explain the process, but you are welcome to come back home to speak with those who do, yourself. I would be happy to guide you back. We have met with many priests and leaders from the future. You would be particularly welcome. We would love the chance to see how far we have come. Dr. Scarpelli: Yes, we will want to visit you. Thank you for your generous offer. We must ask, however, why did your people build this temple in the first place? POI-4242-𐤀: We have found things, creatures, words that exist beyond the realms of men or gods. We do our best to hide them, bury them, keep our homes and families safe from the threats they raise. Yet as each generation has the knowledge of the one before, and learns to add to it, our methods improve, but so do the challenges adapt and grow to threaten us again. We realized that if we look ahead, far ahead, our children and their children will have new ways to protect themselves. And so, we built this temple to allow us to meet with the people dedicated to protecting their brethren from these insanities in the future, so that we all may be strengthened by our knowledge. So that is why we come. Dr. Scarpelli: Understood. We would be more than happy to assist you in your efforts to protect the world. Since you have traveled through time so extensively, perhaps you can help us with a puzzle we have encountered. < POI-4242-𐤀 laughs. > POI-4242-𐤀: I'm sure your learned men know far more about puzzles than I do, but I gladly offer my services. What is this puzzle? Dr. Scarpelli: We have managed to explore a number of ages from ours, but they all lead to the past. Other ages have been able to access their futures through the temple, but not us. You've traveled so far; how would we be able to use the temple to explore our future? < POI-4242-𐤀 remains silent. > Dr. Scarpelli: I'm sorry, do you have anything to say? < POI-4242-𐤀 remains impassive. Tears begin to fall down his cheeks. > POI-4242-𐤀: I cannot lead you to your future. I am sorry. Dr. Scarpelli: Why? Are you or your people unwilling to share your knowledge? < POI-4242-𐤀 reaches out and holds Dr. Scarpelli's hands in his. > POI-4242-𐤀: No. I cannot lead you to your future because this is the last age. I am sorry. < END LOG > |
SCP-4243 | euclid | An instance of SCP-4243-BLUE, with an SCP-4243-RED instance visible in the background. Item #: SCP-4243 Special Containment Procedures: A barrier has been constructed 100m around SCP-4243's perimeter. SCP-4243 is to be constantly monitored for breaches in its wall. Standard disinformation, aircraft redirection, and satellite imagery doctoring protocols apply. During explorations of SCP-4243, no personnel are to enter the basements of houses unless specifically ordered to by the Head Researcher. SCP-4243-A instances are kept in BSL-3 compliant Humanoid Containment Cells at Site-234 for study. Description: SCP-4243 is the ghost town Frog Tail in northern Nevada, USA. SCP-4243 is comprised of approximately 350 houses, 200 cars and 20 storefronts. Houses within SCP-4243 autonomously construct themselves from piles of wood, metal, and stone located in large dumps throughout SCP-4243. These houses possess additional anomalous properties depending on their type. Storefronts are entirely nonanomalous. SCP-4243-BLUE are blue houses capable of freely moving along roads by scuttling with dozens of loose planks on their undersides. After an average 2 years from formation, SCP-4243-BLUE instances move to a small park and break down, into rubble, which then moves into the nearby Jackson Dump to form new houses. SCP-4243-RED are, on average, the largest group of houses present. SCP-4243-RED instances encompass a variety of shapes and styles consistent with typical American housing architecture from the 1850s to 1950s. SCP-4243-RED instances mostly remain within six specific parking lots, although a few of them move slowly along the streets. If a vehicle is driven into the town, or a new building is erected within the town, SCP-4243-RED instances will mobilize and attempt to destroy the intruder (see Exploration Log 4243-01). SCP-4243-BROWN instances are brown houses fused together at their edges to form a crude wall around the city limits three houses thick, and do not move individually. SCP-4243-BROWN instances in the outermost row crumble and blow away after about one month, upon which a new house will form just inside of the innermost row. Breaching the integrity of the city wall results in several SCP-4243-RED and -BLUE instances moving rapidly to the breach. SCP-4243-RED instances will attempt to destroy the cause, while SCP-4243-BLUE instances will escape outside the town until the breach is sealed by nearby cars autonomously driving to the breach and fusing to the wall. Records from within SCP-4243 suggest it was founded in 1871 by an individual named "Ulysses M. Wallover" and abandoned in 1952; however, no historical records note the existence of either the town or Wallover. While evidence within SCP-4243 suggests it had a population as high as 1500 at its peak, no human remains have been found. Exploration Log 4243-01: On 02/31/2012, MTF Mu-101 ("House Hunters") was deployed to investigate SCP-4243. Abridged Log: 1000: MTF Mu-101 attempts to enter through the front door of an SCP-4243-BROWN instance. 1010: Upon discovering a lack of interior-facing doors, MTF agents blow a hole in the wall with demolition charges. 1011: The house collapses. MTF agents evade four SCP-4243-BLUE instances escaping through the breach. Outside backup reports these houses subsequently becoming inactive within 20 minutes. 1012: Twenty automobiles of various makes autonomously drive to the breach and pile up, fusing to the walls to seal the breach. Agent Campana is trapped between two cars but is freed safely. 1016: SCP-4243-RED instances arrive. The larger instances open their garage doors and attempt to engulf the team, while the smaller instances open their windows and doors to release several dozen pieces of furniture each. 1028: The team partially splits to avoid the SCP-4243-RED instances. Three agents (Tennison, Takala, and Palacio) enter an SCP-4243-BLUE instance about 0.5 km from the breach. The furniture within the house is organized into several large piles. Electrical wiring is not located within the walls but instead strung haphazardly throughout. 1030: Agent Palacio enters the basement, a small concrete room with several hundred pages of blueprints lining the floor, lit by a single light bulb. 1031: Agent Palacio lifts up a page to inspect it, and is pulled into the pile of paper. The house begins to shift and vibrate. 1034: Agents Tennison and Takala observe several interior walls changing position and manifesting new furniture. Four new doors appear in the house, and several dozen duplicates of Agent Palacio emerge from these doors and run to other houses. 1037: Agents Tennison and Takala escape the house as it collapses. Approximately 400 instances of Agent Palacio have now been produced by the house. 1046: Agents Tennison and Takala regroup with most of the other agents. SCP-4243-RED instances have released hundreds of identical wooden desks, which latch onto any Agent Palacio duplicates they encounter and immobilize them until the SCP-4243-RED instances can engulf and consume them. 16 SCP-4243-BLUE instances have been destroyed by the duplicates. 1048: Remaining agents decide to retreat while the SCP-4243-RED instances are occupied. 1109: Agents successfully breach the wall again and exit. 1136: Last of the Agent Palacio duplicates destroyed by SCP-4243. [END LOG] Following this, two students in Greenspun Junior High School in Henderson, NV, Cassie and Austin Wallover, were hospitalized with what initially appeared to be a severe viral infection. Within 24 hours, the patients began to exhibit gradual conversion of tissue to drywall, wood, stone, and metal. The infectious agent was discovered to be microscopic humanoid viruses with genetic material matching Agent Palacio. Foundation agents quickly enacted a cover-up, and the children were placed under Foundation custody as SCP-4243-A. |
SCP-4244 | keter | Good Taste In Musicians close Info X SCP-4244: Good Taste In Musicians Author: Mortos If you like this, you can find more of my stuff here! Item #: SCP-4244 Special Containment Procedures: Confirmed or suspected instances of SCP-4244 events in progress are to be attended to immediately by emergency response teams, and social media networks and internet forums are to be monitored by I/O-THESTORM for mentions of mass cannibalism and group violence at music events. Individuals confirmed to have attended SCP-4244 events are to be amnesticised, and any videos of the event are to be removed. Minor disinformation campaigns refuting public claims of SCP-4244 are to be enacted where necessary, though due to the nature of the event this is not always required. Description: SCP-4244 is an event affecting live musical performances staged in small, indoor venues. While the specific trigger is unknown, for an SCP-4244 event to occur the following requirements must be met: The performance must be ticketed and at an indoor venue with a clearly defined stage area. There must be between 50 and 3121 people viewing the performance. There must be no live broadcast of the performance. When the SCP-4244 event begins the crowd will quickly become violent, move on to the stage and assault the band, displaying an extreme level of aggression. The band members will be pulled into the crowd and quickly killed, typically through blunt trauma, before being dismembered and shredded2 and then distributed amongst the participants. The participants in the SCP-4244 event will then consume the remains of the band members. Every person involved will consume a portion and at the conclusion of the event nothing of the band will be left. The SCP-4244 event will then end and the crowd will return to their normal behaviour; this typically results in mass panic amongst the participants. Approximately one hour following the conclusion of the event, the band will announce that they were unable to attend the event3 and are typically apologetic, offering refunds on the tickets to the performance. Investigations confirm that every band involved in an SCP-4244 event has later been found alive, claiming they were unable to reach the venue in time. They are universally unable to explain why they didn't announce this before the performance was scheduled to start. The origin of the bands actually involved in SCP-4244 events is unknown. Incident 4244-01: On 02/05/2019 an SCP-4244 event occurred at a performance by "Charley Sparkles", the stage name of a musician popular amongst young children4. The event proceeded as normal, involving both the children and their parents. The parents have been amnesticised, but due to the difficulty in successfully amnesticising young children, other alternatives are being considered. Footnotes 1. The current observed maximum. 2. By hand, no records exist of tools being used. 3. The reasons for this vary. 4. Typically four to six years old. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4244" by Mortos, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4244. 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-4245 | keter | Item #: SCP-4245 At the 2016 Rio Olympics, moments before an SCP-4245 instance is triggered. Special Containment Procedures: Since the origins of SCP-4245 are currently unknown, containment should focus on identifying transmissible clusters in civilian populations. All individuals who have witnessed an SCP-4245 event are to be detained and positioned on the multidimensional perfectionism scale (MPS)1 by Foundation psychologists. Witnesses are to then be released following the administration of Class-D amnestics. Members of Research Task Force Mu-3 ("Ink Blots") are to monitor international competitions for manifestation of SCP-4245 events in audience bodies. Psychology conferences are to be disrupted worldwide (especially those pertaining to success and achievement) under the cover of requiring further quality assurance. Information about a SCP-4245 event is to be suppressed by Foundation web-crawlers. Description: SCP-4245 is the neurological phenomenon by which failure is celebrated. The anomaly appears to be localised to an individual's performance of a specific task (whether it be mechanical, cognitive or social) and viewers' cognition of said task thereafter. The affected task, performed under wilful action, influences viewers regardless of duration of time passed, location or medium. The effect correlates with the severity of failure, manifesting in the following: Heightened oxytocin2 levels in the viewer's bloodstream. A portion of the viewer's brain (known as the posteromedial cortices)3 lighting up in MRI scanners by a factor of three. A compulsion in the viewer for praise and adulation of the failed task and/or performer, whether through excessive physical or verbal feedback. Discovery: Foundation agents have responded to multiple instances of SCP-4245 from 2016 to the present, highlighting its prevalence in the general population: Attendees at FailCon under the effect of SCP-4245. In May 2016, Tony Fadell, former Head of the Google Glass project, shared how the company incurred over USD $1 billion in R&D costs and massive blow-back from consumers in terms of security and privacy concerns, all under his watch. Fadell was giving a lecture at FailCon, an international conference dedicated to the study and sharing of failures by entrepreneurs, innovators and business leaders. Examples of workshops held during the two-day conference at San Francisco include "Failing Spectacularly for Success" and "From Fiasco to Fortune." CCTV footage captured members of the audience growing increasingly restless, standing up and raising their hands in the air, until the entire room was chanting FailCon's official slogan Fail Fast, Fail Hard, Fail Fail Again! to the point where Mr Fadell was unable to continue. In exit surveys, participants rated Fadell's talk as a huge success. In 2019, an early test screening of the Netflix production Losers had the audience bursting into applause by the end of Episode 6, which depicted professional sled dog musher Aliy Zirkle racing the Iditarod4 nineteen times since 2001 but never having won the championship. Within 24 hours, Aliy Zirkle received multiple letters of congratulations and donations in excess of $1,000,000. Select reviews are documented below from international critics believed to be under the influence of SCP-4245. "Riveting! Genius!" ~Steve Greene, Indiewire "Losers might just be the most uplifting thing you’ll see this year." ~Stuart Heritage, The Guardian "Wouldn’t you relate more to the thousands upon thousands of people who failed than to the Tom Bradys of the world?" ~Joel Keller, Decider "Almost makes you want to go out there and fail too." ~Moria Greene, Screencast Defending Champion Truls Torp executing a near-perfect belly flop. In 2017, at the Norwegian "Death Diving" Belly Flop Championships, Defending Champion Truls Torp lodged a formal complaint against the judges' ruling one week after he lost to Mathias Kruger, a first-time entrant to the competition. In the annual contest held in Oslo, Norway, participants are scored based on: level of sound generated upon impact (1 decibel = 1 point) grace, beauty and overall style (10 points) percentage of body left reddened (10 points) overall reaction of the audience (20 points) Live footage of Torp's event is documented below. Commentator voiceover is translated from Norwegian: [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] [The camera zooms in on Torp's face at the top of a 10-meter diving platform: he's a heavy-set male in his early-30s, with short blonde hair. There's a buzz from the crowd below.] Commentator: Torp taking his time. In a perfect world, everyone goes home a winner today, but only the champ gets $10,000. Torp looks… and he leaps!! [Torp spreads his arms and legs wide, holding his body parallel to the water for the almost three-second descent. The "SPLAT" upon impact is the loudest of the evening, but the audience's reaction is muted.] Commentator: And what an impressive fall for Truls Torp! We've seen some excellent belly flops so far in this competition, but I think the stars might align for the defending champ with that spectacular performance! [Torp is already seen smiling as he swims to the side of the pool. He climbs out of the pool and almost his entire body is coloured pink from the impact. The buzzer sounds and the judges hold up their scorecards.] Commentator: And it's a beautiful 9.5! A near-perfect flop for Mr Torp! [Torp looks pleased as he climbs out of the pool. Meanwhile, the camera pans to the next competitor ascending the ladder.] Commentator: And up next is first-time competitor, 21-year-old Mathias Kruger. [Mathias looks nervous at the top of the diving board. His wiry frame is hunched over, slowly inching his way towards the edge of the platform.] Commentator: I certainly don't envy this young man. It's going to be tough to beat Torp's performance… [Torp is standing below, egging the young man on, shouting at him to hurry up. Soon, the crowds join in. Some boos are heard as Mathias wavers.] Commentator: Young Mathias needs to demonstrate some excellent bellyflopology if he hopes to place the top ten, let alone win. [Mathias takes a deep breath, spreads his arms wide, and then slips off the board. He makes a "PLOP" sound as he hits the water in no discernible direction. There's a small period of silence, before the crowd ROARS with approval.] Commentator: HERREGUD! WHAT A PHENOMENAL PERFORMANCE FROM MATHIAS KRUGER! [Mathias surfaces, looking slightly confused. Torp is jumping up and down by the edge of the pool, applauding and screaming praises in his direction. The judges all hold up perfect 10/10 cards.] Commentator: A perfect score from the judges' table, ladies and gentlemen, and deservedly so! There's no doubt about it — Mathias Kruger has FLOPPED hard! [TRANSCRIPT ENDS] Addendum 4245-01: Interview with Mathias Kruger Foundation agent Anette Olsen posed as one of the organisers of the competition seeking an interview with Mathias Kruger the following day. Class-W mnestics were applied to Agent Olsen three hours before, temporarily heightening memory retention and perception of antimemes. Interview was conducted in Mathias' home on the outskirts of Oslo, Norway. Agent Olsen: Thank you for seeing me, Mathias. Mathias: I told the guy on the phone I didn't want the prize money. You didn't have to come all the way down. [At this point, Agent Olsen reported feeling the first signs of pain in the upper left portion of her forehead, a sign of mnestics working to counteract an active memetic agent.] Agent Olsen: It's no problem. I wanted to meet the daredevil himself. We've never had anyone get a perfect score in the history of the competition. Mathias: You're being serious, right? This isn't some elaborate joke you guys are playing on me? Agent Olsen: What are you talking about? Mathias: [frustrated] I clearly slipped and fell on the platform. I crashed and burned. Hard. And yet here you guys are, praising me to the moon and back. Torp should have won the competition yesterday. Not me. Agent Olsen: Well, I don't know what to say, Mathias. The crowd clearly loved you. Even Torp was leaping for joy— Mathias: That's the thing, isn't it? Earlier on, he was goading me to jump. I believe he used the term "vattnisse"5 a couple of times as well. A minute later, he's hugging me like a long-lost brother. Agent Olsen: We apologise for Mr Torp's language, but maybe your story really resonated with the crowd. Mathias: [laughs] I'm sure that's the reason. Or maybe this is all just an elaborate prank. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to turn down the prize money. Agent Olsen: What? Really? [Olsen pulls out a white envelope stuffed with cash.] Agent Olsen: No strings attached, you know? Well, except for this interview. [She hands over the envelope, but Mathias pulls back. Agent Olsen notices the throbbing in her forehead increasing in intensity the closer the envelope is brought to Mathias.] Mathias: You'd be the first person to say that. Heck, all of you would. Since when do you get rewarded for doing fuck-all? There must be some kind of catch here. Agent Olsen: No catch. We just want to know a little bit about you for our promotional content, that's all. Mathias: Take a look around. There's a reason why I'm living alone in this shitty apartment. Agent Olsen: Where's your family? Mathias: Haven't seen them in years. Agent Olsen: What about friends? Mathias: You mean like you guys? Agent Olsen: Okay. Can you at least tell us why you decided to join the competition? Mathias: [shrugs] Needed the money. Beats working at 7-11 for the rest of my life. Agent Olsen: And yet you're refusing to take it now? Mathias: Listen, lady, everything I've touched in life has turned to shit. Everything. I don't know why, but I seem to rub people the wrong way. And now, out of the blue, everyone's on their feet, clapping me on the back and giving me free lunch? And for something I clearly know I messed up? It doesn't make sense. I've followed my instincts so far in life, and I ain't touching that envelope. Agent Olsen: Fair enough. I'll let the organisers know of your decision. [The throbbing appears to subside once Olsen places the envelope back in her bag.] Mathias: Can I ask you one thing before you go? Agent Olsen: Of course. Mathias: Do you really think I deserved to win? [Olsen considers the question for a moment.] Agent Olsen: I don't think you're a failure, Mathias, if that's what you're asking. Maybe just a misunderstood young man. Mathias: [nods] Because y'know, I've struggled with this my entire life. Agent Olsen: What's that? Mathias: Getting people to like me. [Agent Olsen reports a flash of intense pain across her forehead again.] Agent Olsen: I like you just fine, Mathias. Thank you for seeing me. Agent Olsen's Debrief Notes: Mathias Kruger placed 0.91 on the multidimensional perfectionism scale (MPS), a strong indicator of narcissistic grandiosity, self-perceived vulnerability and imposter syndrome. While the classification of SCP-4245 remains at Keter, we suspect a large majority of infected individuals like Kruger are unaware of their ability to manifest instances in others and pose no direct threat to the general public. I am thus forwarding my objection to the Ethics Committee against the containment of individuals like Mathias as a long-term solution to counteract the effects of SCP-4245. All they want is our empathy, after all. Footnotes 1. Theorised by Hewitt & Flett in 1991 to measure an individual's perfectionistic self-presentation, or their confidence in relation to others. A higher score denotes more self-assured tendencies. 2. Sometimes known as the "bonding hormone." 3. Linked to feelings of admiration and compassion. 4. A dog sled race covering 1,500 kilometers of Alaskan wilderness. 5. A scaredy cat or wimp in Norwegian. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4245" by caspian2, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-4246 | archon | Item#: 4246 Level3 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: archon Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Complete containment of SCP-4246 phenomena is not presently feasible, although it has been hypothesized that efforts to impede or terminate the anomaly may result in events detrimental to the preservation of normalcy. A disinformation campaign is to be maintained to actively discredit the legitimacy of claims made by SCP-4246-1 and their supporters. Such allegations are to be dismissed as works of fiction, the product of mental illness, or religious delusion. Communities and cults comprised of SCP-4246-1 (and non-anomalous associates) are to be closely monitored. It is of the utmost importance that suspected SCP-4246-1 Type B are secured and contained as soon as possible due to their ability to gain preternatural knowledge of the Foundation and its inner-workings. Instances of SCP-4246-1 Type B are to be captured and contained within Psi-resistant humanoid containment cells1. SCP-4246-1 Type B must be physically restrained for their own safety when triangulating the location of (or in close proximity to) SCP-4246 transmitters, such as SCP-4246-2 and SCP-4246-3. The existence of SCP-4246-2 and SCP-4246-3, along with their creators, must be hidden from the public by any means necessary. In the case of SCP-4246-3, Provisional Containment Area-48 has been constructed and must be maintained. Members of Mobile Task Force Epsilon-19 "The Psych Ward” are the only individuals allowed within SCP-4246-3 unless authorized by Site Director. Description: SCP-4246 primarily manifests as a morbid psychological condition involving dreams, hallucinations, delusions, and fixations of a singular relation to the ocean and its contents. Individuals afflicted by SCP-4246 are classified as SCP-4246-1 and display significant behavioral changes, including the development of abnormal neuropathologies. Most SCP-4246-1 will eventually come to interpret their anomalous experiences as spiritual visions conveying some manner of revelation or esoteric knowledge, ultimately leading to the creation of cults and related organizations. The most immediate distinction that separates SCP-4246 from unrelated experiences is the inexplicable commonality between episodes and reactions. Frequently reported elements include: Visions of sprawling and colossal cities beneath the sea. The windowless structures display non-Euclidean architecture and are composed of a material described as smooth, seamless, glassy, and black. Visions involving gardens of coral displaying indescribable colors presumably outside the human visual spectrum. An uncontrollable psychological urge to immerse themselves in seawater2, often to the point of self-endangerment. Hallucinations involving symbols of unknown origin or context, usually manifesting as short, rapid flashes that leave fleeting imprints upon an individual's paracentral vision. These visions have been known to trigger dizziness, vertigo, post-traumatic stress, psychosis, mania and/or depression, homicidal/suicidal thoughts and behavior, and the development of new hallucinations3. Afflicted individuals have been known to kill family and friends in an effort to "save" them from an ill-defined but nevertheless impending cataclysm. Reports of sensations similar to those described by sufferers of phantom pain4 and body integrity identity disorder5 but manifesting as healthy people with their bodies intact feeling as though they are missing limbs that otherwise never existed. Afflicted individuals understand that this feeling is illogical and that the human body (normally) has four limbs, but continue to experience these sensations regardless of acceptance. Individuals have described incidents of phantom pain registering up to 12 meters away from their body, as if these non-existent appendages were significantly longer than their actual limbs. There exist several cases of acutely afflicted individuals removing the limbs of others and attempting to graft them to their own body with fatal results. The majority of SCP-4246-1 will eventually self-terminate by drowning in the ocean. While all appear to suffer the compulsion to do so, a minority are able to resist the urge. SCP-4246-1 are divided into Type A, Type B, and Type C variants. Type A individuals are the most common and generally display one or more of the previously noted symptoms. It is unknown how many SCP-4246-1 Type A exist but their reaction to SCP-4246 is generally self-contained and easily countered by the propagation of disinformation. Acutely affected individuals exhibit extrasensory perception (ESP), such as the ability to identify information hidden from normal senses, as well as preternatural knowledge of a subject’s thoughts and memories. These individuals have been classified as SCP-4246-1 Type B and, following decades of research, have been determined to be psi-positive (non-psychokinetic) passive receivers - unwillingly absorbing information via ESP but unable to actively transmit it. Information regarding SCP-4246-1 Type C requires Level 4 clearance or authorization by Project: Awakened Dreamer director Dr. Joan Henrike. Joseph Adler, leader of the Hermetic Order of Universal Wisdom The earliest known effort to catalog and explain the SCP-4246 phenomena was by English occultist Joseph Adler (1833 - 1921), leader of the Hermetic Order of Universal Wisdom - an organization devoted to the study and practice of the occult, metaphysics, and paranormal activities during the late 19th and early 20th centuries. In his book The Drowned Kingdoms, or The Eternal Dreams of the Firstborn, Adler discusses his lifelong visions and "astral" exploration of the ruins of a long forgotten race which he refers to as the "Firstborn"6. Unlike other claims involving lost worlds and civilizations (a popular concept at the time), Adler's work includes extensive interviews with other so-called "Dreamers" (SCP-4246-1 Type A), lending evidence to an anomalous phenomenon, and makes accurate scientific conclusions describing concepts such as plate tectonics7, evolution, memetics, and physics. On October 29th, 1920, Adler and nine of his followers attempted "mass astral projection"8 in the hopes of learning more about the "Firstborn". The attempt resulted in three deaths from acute myocardial infarction (commonly known as heart attack), two from intracranial hemorrhage (non-traumatic), and four by self-termination (various methods). Adler himself ultimately survived, but had been rendered permanently blind. + Interview Log: Joseph Adler (01/14/1921) - ACCESS GRANTED Interviewed: Mr. Joseph Adler Interviewer: Dr. Franz Schröder, alias: Dr. White Foreword: An interview with Joseph Adler, leader of the Hermetic Order of Universal Wisdom. Interview takes place at Broadmoor Hospital in Berkshire, England. Despite the subject's sickly demeanor and lack of sight, he is alert and displays an abnormal level of awareness of his surroundings. <Begin Log> Schröder: Hello Mr. Adler. My name is Dr. White. How do you fare today? Adler: You are not from here. Schröder: I was recently transferred from… Adler: [Interrupts] Do not lie, Mr. Schröder. Your arrival was foretold in the Tendrils. Schröder: Hmm. I was not made aware of your anomalous capabilities. You’re not what I expected. Your dossier suggested… Adler: [Interrupts again] A lunatic? I assure you, Mr. Schröder, that I am the epitome of sanity. Schröder: Yes. A man so consumed by madness that he tore out his own eyes. Tell me Mr. Adler - how can one commit such an act of self-destruction and still claim sanity? Adler: I had no choice. How knowledgeable are you regarding the deep sea? Schröder: It isn't my area of expertise. I don’t see how that has any re- Adler: [Continues speaking] The ocean has always fascinated me. In dreams since youth I plumbed the depths of the pelagic abyss. I beheld with awe the long-forgotten edifices of the Elder Race. We fear the dark and cold embrace of her undulating vastness. Despite this fear, she inspires within our hearts a singular curiosity. One day man will know that world. Do you know what the depths do to the human body? Schröder: You drown? Adler: One could drown in a cup of water. No. The deep is different. The pressure crushes your organs and shatters your bones. This is why submersibles must be built strong. In time man will create something capable of enduring the true abyss. The mind is not so different from such a vessel, as it can only dive so deep before… this. [Subject drags his fingers down his face, emphasizing his lack of eyes] I looked too far. Beheld that which no man should ever see. Horrors beyond conception - beyond perception! I looked too far and something… something did not appreciate my gaze. Compared to man, the Firstborn were as gods. If they could not stop it, what chance have we? <End Log> Closing Statement: The subject appears to be a true telepath, presumably a Type-3 Psi-Positive or higher. Recommend a Maynard-Sidgwic Test9 to ensure a comprehensive diagnosis. Operatives arrived at Broadmoor Hospital the next day, intending on taking Joseph Adler into Foundation custody. He was discovered unresponsive in his room and was later declared deceased. The body was delivered to Humanoid Containment Site-744 where it would undergo autopsy. Adler's cause of death was indeterminate but was thought at the time to be the result of untreated pneumonia aggravated by recent trauma. Among Adler's belongings was an unfinished draft of a map depicting an unknown location. It was initially believed that the partially depicted landmass was an uncharted island, as the apparent coastline failed to coincide with any known location and the etching itself offered no sense of scale. All efforts to find this island failed and the map was dismissed as irrelevant until 1956. Instances of SCP-4246-1 Type A would continue to be tracked and observed, while SCP-4246-1 Type B individuals were secured as per special containment procedures at Humanoid Containment Site-744. There would be no change in the Foundation's understanding of the SCP-4246 phenomena until 1954, when Dr. Charles Baker noticed certain patterns in the Maynard-Sidgwic Test results of SCP-4246-1B, leading him to hypothesize that SCP-4246 influenced individuals are not true Psi-positive individuals and that they are merely receiving information sent and/or displaced by an outside force. Testing this hypothesis required the creation of a new method of Psi assessment, one taking the timing of failure and success into account with the presentation of new information. It was discovered that SCP-4246-1 Type B require a subject relatively nearby to read, suggesting that displaced information decayed the further it moved from its original source or that it was dependent on the number of sources (minds), not distance traveled (in such a case, SCP-4246-1 Type B on opposite ends of the world would be able to read each other's minds clearly, after the passing of an SCP-4246 wave, as long as there were no other minds to dilute this information). During interviews of Type-B instances, a significant difference arose between cases where interviewers knew questions/answers in advance, and cases where interviewers were not aware of questions/answers before the interview. In the former cases, SCP-4246-1 Type B were able to ascertain any information held by the interviewer. However, in the latter, there would be a delay 1-12 seconds. With enough interviews occurring simultaneously, researchers were able to conclude that the SCP-4246 phenomena required approximately 12 seconds to reach Site-744 from its point of origin. This suggests that Dr. Baker's hypothesis was correct and that SCP-4246 is likely a frequency of unknown wavelength, significantly slower than electromagnetic radiation (if its origins are unimpeded and terrestrial) but potent enough to cause information displacement/amplification, receivable (to varying degrees) by an unknown number of individuals. A Statement from Dr. Charles Baker: SCP-4246, originating from X and traveling at the speed of Y, will reach Site-744 in approximately 12 seconds. I hypothesize that this could be solved by simply transferring SCP-4246-1 Type B to a number of sites at different parts of the world and conducting the experiment again. Hypothetically, identifying a new maximum "delay of ignorance" could help triangulate the point of origin for the SCP-4246 phenomena. The experiment was once again conducted as described but the results revealed an unforeseen problem. The initial hypothesis was predicated on the supposition that SCP-4246 had a single point of origin but the results ultimately suggest that SCP-4246 is being transmitted from multiple points - greatly complicating our search. However, one important detail was gleaned from this data. The delay of ignorance dramatically decreased with proximity to the ocean (inland seas and freshwater bodies displayed no such influence). For reasons unknown, the Atlantic Ocean resulted in a relatively longer delay (approximately 8 seconds) compared to the Pacific Ocean which had the shortest delay (approximately 2 seconds). Suffice it to say, the source of SCP-4246 is in the sea. Coinciding with the efforts of Dr. Baker was research into the symptomatic similarities between SCP-4246-1 individuals. A study overseen by Dr. Stefan Gärtner noticed that certain, not previously described habits often manifested among the more artistically disposed SCP-4246-1. These included depictions resembling the partially drafted map of Joseph Adler. An estimated 12,000 distinct images were compared and combined (along with Adler's original draft), creating a complete map displaying intricate cities and geographical features. Despite its incredible detail, approximately 20% of the map was empty space (primarily in the form of a large "C" shaped mass left of center). The amount of detail depicted in regions initially hypothesized as water led many to hypothesize that Adler’s map depicted a lake, rather than an island. In 1956, when the Foundation began to accept plate-tectonic theory, researchers of the SCP-4246 phenomena came to the realization that all previous interpretations of the complete Adler map were wrong and that the image's empty space depicted the supercontinent of Pangaea, which had existed during the late Paleozoic and early Mesozoic eras. In turn, the detailed portion of the map intended to depict the ocean floor - complete with the unexpected, yet undeniable markings of civilization. A Statement from Dr. Stefan Gärtner: One by one, like pieces of a puzzle, the Adler map was created after months of tedious craft. At first, we knew not what to think - the complete image may as well have been some intangible dreamscape born of the collective subconscious of SCP-4246-1. But scientific consensus became a quick and integral ally, the conclusions of plate-tectonics solving a puzzle we would have otherwise struggled with for decades. As part of my research on SCP-4246-1, I introduced a copy of the map into my weekly interviews and asked if they recognized it. Their reactions ranged from suffocating dread to excitement bordering on euphoria. This is the world that haunts their dreams. But why? The Adler map was divided into tectonic-plates and rearranged to match the placement of continents in the present era. Using the data from Dr. Baker's delay of ignorance experiments, the Foundation was able to estimate the most probable locations for SCP-4246 transmitters. These transmitters have been classified as SCP-4246-2. + SCP-4246-2A (Pacific Ocean - Polynesia) - ACCESS GRANTED An instance of SCP-4246-2 was traced to 26° S, 112° W in the Pacific Ocean, west of Easter Island. On July 15, 1959, the FSS Ammonite10 departed from Naval Operations Site-67 in Hawaii with the objective of locating this potential SCP-4246-2. As the vessel neared its destination, a number of submariners complained of headache, nausea, and hallucination. It was around this time that radar began to pick up a large mobile object following the FSS Ammonite at a stalking distance. Believing it another submarine, the FSS Ammonite pinged the object but received no response. The unidentified aquatic object reportedly disappeared from radar only to reappear hours later. Despite the presence of this unknown object and the deteriorating mental status of the crew, the FSS Ammonite was ordered to continue with its mission. Radar began to pick up abnormalities on the seafloor. Searchlights swept through the water and the FSS Ammonite reported what appeared to be a sprawling megalithic city. The black ruins reflected no light and displayed non-Euclidean architecture resembling that of no terrestrial civilization. Mere minutes after its discovery, the crew of the FSS Ammonite erupted in an apparent mutiny. The vessel was ordered to resurface but its ballast tanks were damaged, possibly sabotaged, and unable to repressurize. Radio communication remained online but suffered significant interference and while the FSS Ammonite was able to communicate with Command, messages from Command could not be received from FSS Ammonite. A rescue mission was considered infeasible at the time. The vessel's radio remained active, revealing how the crew succumbed to delirium, followed by bloodshed. Recorded below is the final message received from the FSS Ammonite: The rest are dead. Only I remain. While they fought like fools, I saved my strength and bided my time. The last man left standing was near death when I approached. He has joined the others now. The gods speak to me. This isn't a tragedy - it's fate. The Guardian was made to protect their secrets. I have painted myself in the blood of the fallen. I, and I alone, am worthy. The Tendrils coil around my heart. This… This is their love. Please… Embrace me… Despite knowledge of its coordinates at the time of its disappearance, the wreckage of the FSS Ammonite was never found. In 1977, remotely operated underwater vehicles were deployed to the region of the seafloor where SCP-4246-2A was first encountered. No evidence for the ruins was found but the location remains classified as SCP-4246-2A, as it remains a strong transmitter of SCP-4246, regardless of its lack of physical evidence. SCP-4246-1 Type B brought to this location became excitable and expressed the following: ID# Notable Quotations Notes SCP-4246-1 Type B #0036 “The tides are calling in my name. My soul is below, entangled among the Tendrils. Cast me down and let the undertow complete me!” Subject became incoherent and spent the rest of their time struggling to free themselves from their restraints. SCP-4246-1 Type B #0040 “They are still dreaming, even after all this time. They dream of things of incomprehensible profundity. We are so small. Weak and worthless. Our misbegotten race does not deserve this world. It is a cosmic joke that we even came this far.” Subject became despondent. SCP-4246-1 Type B #0043 None Subject screamed continuously until removed from the area. All relevant Type B and Foundation personnel displayed shared life memories following their removal from SCP-4246-2A. Afflicted individuals were administered amnestics to minimize the effect. + SCP-4246-2B (Pacific Ocean - Micronesia) - ACCESS GRANTED A second SCP-4246-2 was traced to 6° N, 157° E, southwest of the Micronesian island of Pohnpei. The anomaly was discovered during a November 1961 investigation into reports of occult activity among the ruins of Nan Madol11. The island was under US administration following WWII but similar reports were made by Japanese occupiers, including reports of unusual behavior associated with the SCP-4246 phenomena. Locals directed Foundation operatives to the ruins, claiming that it had been overrun by the “Drowned”12 - a cult worshipping the so-called “old gods”13. Foundation operatives confronted the cult at Nan Madol, who were found to be non-hostile and at least somewhat cooperative. The majority were native islanders but American and Japanese nationals were discovered living among them as well. Though generally peaceful, the community routinely practiced human sacrifice; those selected for sacrifice appear more than willing to die for their faith. Through diplomacy, Foundation operatives were allowed to observe the ritual. The Drowned traveled by canoe to their chosen place of sacrifice, which has since been identified as an SCP-4246 transmitter and classified as SCP-4246-2B. The offering, a young Palauan woman, appeared joyous as others tied heavy stones to her limbs. Those around her chanted and anointed her in oil before consigning her to the sea. The Drowned did not perceive their actions as lethal and instead believed that they had merely facilitated her rebirth or some manner of metamorphosis. They insisted that she would live on for eternity among the gods and their “coral palaces”. Much like SCP-4246-2A, the Foundation found no physical evidence to explain SCP-4246-2B’s transmission. Both the Drowned and SCP-4246-1 Type B claimed there were cities on the sea floor but no evidence was found to support this. The Drowned disappeared in 1963; bodies would occasionally wash ashore in the following months. The entire community is believed to have committed mass suicide by drowning. While most comments were unintelligible, some SCP-4246-1 Type B expressed the following, potentially meaningful statements: ID# Notable Quotations Notes SCP-4246-1 Type B #0027 ”What you seek is here but anchored elsewhere. Don’t let reality deceive you. The hungry earth devours, but the Firstborn will never truly die. They exist outside the cycle. You have had that dream again, haven’t you, Dr. Gärtner? You knew the risks and sent them anyway. Remember [DATA EXPUNGED]” Subject began to discuss highly sensitive information. Psi-inhibitors amplified in response. SCP-4246-1 Type B #0036 “They writhe and writhe! You took them, you butchers! I still feel them, where are they? Give them back! Make me whole!” Subject trembled and wept uncontrollably. SCP-4246-1 Type B #0041 “The Sunken City awaits. All is black where there once was light. They are the gods that were and shall be again. Soon everyone will see. Everyone will…” Subject fell into a catatonic state but ultimately recovered three days later. + SCP-4246-2C (Arctic Ocean) - ACCESS GRANTED The Foundation had already encountered evidence for SCP-4246-2C in October, 1918, following reports of an abandoned village containing occult paraphernalia on the isle of ████████, part of the Faroe Islands. Foundation agents discovered that the missing inhabitants were all members of the Church of Saint Jonah, a cult outwardly presenting itself as a Protestant Christian sect. Among the recovered non-anomalous artifacts was a 54 kg stone statue depicting a vaguely anthropoid entity with the exaggerated abdomen, hips, and breasts of an obese and/or pregnant human female, the head of an angler fish, the protruding spines of an echinoderm, and appendages resembling serpents or tentacles. A journal belonging to Pastor Broddur Sigurdarson, the apparent founder and leader of the Church of Saint Jonah, was discovered within an abandoned chapel at the village's center. Several excerpts of note are included in the following collapsible, translated to English from their original Danish: The 13th of September, 1904 The Church14 has sent me to this desolate island to replace a pastor whose been deceased for decades. Faith, it seems, has little place in this village - perhaps the heathen spirit of our ancestors lingers more strongly among such isolation. I should not complain. For the Church, in its mercy, has allowed me a chance to redeem myself. Perhaps for once the rumors and accusations of my past won’t follow. The 5th of October, 1904 My congregation is small and primarily comprised of the wives and children of fishermen. To protect their husbands, they ask for the blessings of Jonah but never Our Lord and Savior. How easy it is for the veneration of saints to devolve into idolatry. The men are a disagreeable lot, who take to drink the moment they set foot on dry land. These drunkards view my status as an unmarried man with suspicion and have accused me of fornicating with their wives or of the crime of sodomy. These fools have no trouble hurling such contradictions. Lord, grant me patience. The 22nd of December, 1904 The Call is stronger here. I had begged the Church to send me somewhere inland for this very reason, like Herning or Silkeborg - anywhere but the islands. It was not a seizure. But that is how they justified my freedom. Just an accident. Unavoidable. But it wasn't. I remember it all with such clarity. It should have been a simple baptism. The way the infant gargled and choked; I held her down, let her lungs fill with holy water, until the bubbles ceased to rise. I hear the Call of the Deep. O Lord, protect me! The 10th of January, 1905 The Abyss speaks to me of betrayal and murderous plot. Captain Absalon's wife is pregnant but he knows that the unborn child cannot be his. Yes, it has shown me his secret shame - and the GUILT of Dagur, a supposed friend for whom he bares no suspicion. The Captain is not an intelligent creature. He is a drunken beast of rage and humiliation and his ale-sickened mind has convinced him that I am the true father. He and his brothers plot their revenge, seeking my demise. But I will not act. Not yet. Let them come. I am ready. The 2nd of February, 1905 The conspirators breached my Sanctum last night. I told them the truth and offered them a chance to walk away. They made their choice. Now their entrails decorate the village. It never had to come to this. I stood in the town center, baptized by the blood of criminals, and awaited the dawn. When the rest awoke, they were witness to my glory. Terror will ensure their obedience. The Abyss whispers its secrets and I am its prophet. The Christ-God is dead. The Deep Gods are eternal. [date unknown] The True Faith is triumphant. The last of the non-believers have been purged, bound and thrown on a skerry at ebb. This sacrifice will appease the Deep Gods, but only for so long. Preparations must be made to ensure a steady and sustainable harvest in the future. [date unknown] The Gods have seen fit to bless my body with renewed vigor and a singular carnality. In my dreams I hunt for pearls among the seafoam and awaken to passions that had once caused such shame. Many women were rendered widowed by the purge and I have claimed them as my brides. This received no protest; indeed, they felt honored. Due to a lack of corroborating evidence, the events surrounding the Church of Saint Jonah were classified as a possible extranormal incident. The case was reopened in 1964 due to its notable similarities to SCP-4246 related phenomena. Though the village itself had been razed as per pre-1948 protocol, SCP-4246-1 Type B were delivered to its former site and able to detect a strong SCP-4246 frequency originating from the distant north. The signal was tracked to 87° N, 170° E in the Arctic Ocean. Like SCP-4246-2A and SCP-4246-2B, SCP-4246-2C lacked any apparent physical source for its transmission. Shipwrecks litter this region of the seafloor and include fishing/whaling vessels, canoes, and Norse longships. How they were able to reach so far within the Arctic Circle, despite the ice and lethal cold, remains unknown. It is presumed that all those who had traveled to this site had no intention of surviving the journey. Though most were incoherent, some SCP-4246-1 Type B brought to this location expressed the following: ID# Notable Quotations Notes SCP-4246-1 Type B #0019 ”It is the final linchpin to hold it all together. They had no interest in land empires. With the North, they made themselves whole. The Dream belonged to everyone.” Subject appeared particularly lucid. SCP-4246-1 Type B #0025 ”Drown yourself and complete the circle. The sea will remake you. Your lungs will learn to take in water. Do it! Do it! We all must drown so that they might return!” Subject was found unresponsive after testing had ended. They had apparently bitten off their own tongue and suffocated themself through the inhalation of blood. SCP-4246-1 Type B #0040 ”This is but an echo. We are far from the true source. They buried their Heart in ice. It is black and cold and the Heart longs for light.” Subject fell into a depressive state. An additional 18 SCP-4246-2 would be discovered, bringing their total number to 21. These transmitters do not appear to have any obvious pattern or advantages to their current geographical location. However, when superimposed over a map of the supercontinent Pangaea as it existed 300 million years ago, SCP-4246-2 form a pattern that maximizes reach over ocean distances - ultimately implying some manner of intelligent design behind the creation of the SCP-4246 anomaly. Dr. Joan Henrike would propose a solution to lingering questions surrounding SCP-4246-2. Inspired by a comment made by SCP-4246-1 Type B #002715, she hypothesized that the creators of SCP-4246 had purposefully hidden the presence of SCP-4246-2 through dimensional manipulation. Revisiting these locations, Kant counters would register at a difference of 60 humes in relation to the surrounding environment, revealing a high degree of dimensional instability. Dr. Henrike would further hypothesize that SCP-4246-2, while able to receive and transmit the SCP-4246 frequency, are in fact safely tethered outside of the baseline iteration of reality by some unknown means. In an effort to properly study SCP-4246-2, 3 Scranton reality anchors (SRA) were modified to endure an aquatic environment and triangularly placed around the estimated position of SCP-4246-2A. On 08/07/1965, at 0900 hrs, the SRA were activated, triggering the emergence of a 600 m tall, quadruple-helix shaped structure composed of a smooth and seamless black material. Object remained anchored to baseline reality for 1 minute and 26 seconds until the sudden obliteration of SRA units, presumably due to a dimensional tethering overload event. A second attempt was made the following day at 0700 hrs, this time with SCP-4246-2B, producing similar results, though only lasting 55 seconds. Further testing was prohibited, as the hypothesis had been verified and the statistically likely loss of more Foundation assets was deemed unacceptable. It is assumed that other SCP-4246-2 are of a similar construction as 2A and 2B. Based on current evidence, it is theorized that SCP-4246 functions as a world-wide network. What remains unanswered is its purpose, as the anomaly fails to display any sensible goal. It is possible that SCP-4246’s observable influence (via SCP-4246-1) is an unintended side effect of a far greater phenomena. If the creation of SCP-4246-1 was indeed the goal of SCP-4246-2’s creators, it could have been accomplished by simpler means (e.g. memetics). During a routine scan of news media, a report of unusual seismic activity in Antarctica was discovered. Relevant to the Foundation was its timing, occurring on 08/07/1965 at 0900 for an elapse of 1 minute and 26 seconds and again on 08/08/1965 at 0700 for an elapse of 55 seconds, coinciding with the SRA tethering of SCP-4246-2A and SCP-4246-2B. The epicentre of these two seismic events was traced to a region presently beneath the glaciers of Antarctica at 79° S, 172° W. Operatives from Mobile Task Force Delta-21 "The Abominable Snowmen" were deployed to these coordinates, discovering a previously unrecorded settlement at the site. It was determined that the outpost was built and operated by Nazi Germany but damaged and abandoned for reasons not immediately discernible. The presence of a pit with a kilometer diameter and industrial digging equipment indicate a large scale excavation project, later verified by official documents. After investigating the buildings and finding them empty, MTF Delta-21 secured the settlement and awaited the arrival of Foundation researchers. Recovered documents confirm that excavation efforts were part of an Ahnenerbe Obskurakorps16 operation to recover evidence of a supposed lost civilization. The Ahnenerbe Obskurakorps had been aware of the SCP-4246 anomaly since at least the early 1930s and had been, unbeknownst to the Foundation, conducting their own research into the phenomena. Through the analysis of SCP-4246-1 and their visions, they were able to deduce that this part of Antarctica held something of significance and were able to act on this information before the Foundation. They regarded this theoretical civilization as some manner of "master race", though this conclusion was based entirely on unfounded pseudo-scientific and supremacist beliefs. Unfortunately, most of their research appears to have been intentionally destroyed and only vague references to the project have been encountered in extant documents. The amount of resources deployed, along with the apparent urgency behind the excavation operation, suggest more than a scholarly interest in SCP-4246. It is believed that the Ahnenerbe Obskurakorps’ ultimate goal was to weaponize the anomaly but how they planned to accomplish this remains unknown. Signs of conflict were found throughout the settlement, the area littered with empty shell casings and frozen corpses. The docks had been razed and all ships had been intentionally scuttled, while excavation machines had been sabotaged and drained of diesel fuel. Journal entries and scattered memos describe growing animosity between laborers and their Ahnenerbe overseers. The excavation project had ultimately uncovered the presence of an artificial structure beneath the ice. Classified as SCP-4246-3, it displays non-Euclidean architecture and is composed of an unusually strong and seamless material closely resembling obsidian. Chemical analysis of this material has revealed a combination of calcium carbonate, chitin, volcanic glass, magnesium, and iron, but efforts to replicate this material in a lab setting have resulted in failure. Spectrum analysis of this material has uncovered constantly shifting symbols designed for those capable of perceiving light in frequencies outside the human visible spectrum. SCP-4246-3 displays an anomalous impact on sound. A whisper spoken within its interior will reverberate and increase in volume; a mere 1 second utterance can continue to resonate throughout SCP-4246-3 for just under 5 minutes. Individuals who remain near the ruins will eventually begin to hear the thoughts of anyone in their proximity. Continued exposure may result in the development of memory overlap, with one such example involving a Foundation operative who came to believe he shared the same wife as his partner. Thoughts and memories will continue to blur until the afflicted individual is rendered mentally incapable or catatonic. Fortunately, this can be corrected through the application of amnestics if treated early. Attempts to navigate the site proved difficult due to the number of steep drops and inclines, along with the extreme perceptual abnormalities that occur within. The presence of barnacles and similarly sessile (sedentary) organisms further indicates that much of the structure, if not the entire complex, was within the ocean prior to the Late Cenozoic Ice Age (33.9 million years ago). There are no known forms of protection against SCP-4246-3's anomalous influence, requiring individuals to limit their exposure. This has ultimately rendered the vast majority of the ruins inaccessible. Ground-penetrating radar has revealed the entire SCP-4246-3 complex is distributed over a land area of about 822 km2, making it larger than New York City. A journal was recovered from one of SCP-4246-3's various tunnels. Though it lacked a signature, its contents indicate that it belonged to one of the lost German laborers. Several passages of note include: They work us like slaves but won't even tell us why. They say it is for the glory of the Fatherland but that is no explanation! I always heard that the SS represented the best of the German people but these men I do not trust. They are strange and cast malignant looks our way. I heard the voice of Johannes but his mouth did not move. I remembered our mother, how I lament the sorrow our absence must caused her. My mother is dead and Johannes is no brother of mine. What is this? I suffer strange dreams in this place and it seems I am not the only one. We have all seen the black city beneath the ice. A kingdom older than Adam. The stones sing to us. We trespass on holy ground. This cannot continue. Plans have been set in motion. We will show them what the Gods have shown us. The Black City is alive with light - how can they not see them? They will come to understand its beauty. But we cannot return - the Fuhrer would taint it. Nobody can leave this frozen land alive. Mobile Task Force Epsilon-19 "The Psych Ward” was deployed to SCP-4246-3 in order to explore and map its interior. Members of MTF Epsilon-19 are resistant to telepathic, cognitohazardous, and memetic anomalies; to achieve this, they have undergone extensive training, mental conditioning, and surgical augmentation17. Much of SCP-4246-3’s interior was found flooded, requiring the construction of dams and drainage systems to access the majority of areas. SCP-4246-3’s non-euclidean architecture and labyrinthine vertical shafts have also necessitated the use of rappelling techniques and equipment. After 8 years of exploration and the establishment of various base camps, MTF Epsilon-19 completed their survey of SCP-4246-3. The resulting network of rope and anchors were in turn employed to create a minimalist lift system, allowing the Foundation to more efficiently move personnel and supplies throughout the complex. As MTF Epsilon-19 members are the only individuals capable of safely remaining within the complex, research was conducted indirectly via live video feed. At the lowest level of SCP-4246-3 is a spherical chamber with an estimated volume of 720,000 m3 containing SCP-4246-4. SCP-4246-4 is an organic mass18 primarily composed of neurons and glial cells - the two broad classes of cells found in the brains of all naturally occuring terrestrial species. These cells are alive, despite lacking any obvious means of preservation, with veins transferring blue blood (hemocyanin) throughout the cluster (indicating the existence of a closed circulatory system). SCP-4246-4 itself is submerged in water and protected by a translucent dome. After thorough analysis it was determined that SCP-4246-4 was a fully-functional brain, though one of unnatural size and complexity19. It is currently hypothesized that SCP-4246 is caused by the neural oscillations (brainwave) of SCP-4246-4, with SCP-4246-2 designed to receive and further transmit it throughout the world and potentially beyond. SCP-4246-4 appears to be expanding this brainwave across the world through a neural network composed of SCP-4246-2 (strong receivers and transmitters) and the neurons of all living things (weak receivers and transmitters, but far more numerous). It is believed that SCP-4246-4 is ultimately scanning the entire planet in a continuous cycle, gathering information for reasons still unknown. It is thus hypothesized that SCP-4246-1, through their divergent brains, are collecting some of this information much like a filter, their mental instability growing with decades of unintended contamination. + The Tethyan Civilization Hypothesis - ACCESS GRANTED Accepted by the majority of SCP-4246 researchers, the Tethyan Civilization Hypothesis posits that a specific civilization, presumably long extinct, was responsible for the creation of SCP-4246 and all related anomalous objects. Named for the Paleo-Tethys Ocean which they likely dominated, it is believed that the Tethyans represent a non-human, primarily aquatic civilization dating back to at least the late Paleozoic Era 250-300 million years ago. It is believed that the species responsible for SCP-4246 survived the Permian-Triassic extinction event20 and flourished until the Cretaceous–Paleogene (K–Pg) extinction event approximately 66 million years ago. Based on archaeological findings, the Tethyans existed for at least 200 million years and had a near incomprehensible understanding of science and technology. Creations linked to this extinct civilization show evidence of anomalous craftsmanship, their construction seemingly impossible by the standards of modern human artifice. It is feared that most of their ruins are permanently lost due to the Wilson cycle21 and obliterated by subduction. It appears that this race was aware of what would happen to the seafloor in their absence and purposefully constructed SCP-4246-3 on a relatively safe part of the Antarctic Plate. As this was not done in the case of SCP-4246-2, it is likely that the non-anomalous preservation of SCP-4246-3 was of singular importance - something that could not be dimensionally anchored elsewhere, as seen with SCP-4246-2. The Tethyan species is unknown, with no obvious signs of their existence in the fossil records. Though they left behind no images of their people, certain traits can be inferred from the architecture of SCP-4246-3. The species was aquatic, spending the majority of their existence on the seafloor. It is probable that they had appendages, a way to meaningfully interact and change their environment; though, as their brains allowed for telepathic connection, they may have been able to manipulate objects through telekinetic means - possibly explaining their seamless and delicately shaped architecture. Telepathy results in certain social ramifications as well, as suspicion and deception would be non-existent to their people. As an aquatic species, it is highly unlikely that their technology evolved along paths comparable to humanity. They could have harnessed heat from hydrothermal vents but they would have never harnessed fire - a fundamental and formative development for humans. The harnessing of electricity would suffer similar difficulties. Based on the existence of SCP-4246-4, it is believed that the Tethyans mastered some form of bio-engineering and biocomputation; their ability to alter reality is also firmly established by the current state of SCP-4246-2. Though still unverified, it is speculated that SCP-4246-4 was designed not only as a living repository of knowledge but as a secondary hive-like mind. This does not necessarily mean that the Tethyans shared a single consciousness, though it is within the realm of possibility. It may include the memories of all minds, Tethyan or other, that have existed since its creation. Visions among SCP-4246-1 of vast coral gardens may indicate a familiar and comforting environment, the Tethyans potentially regarding coral reefs as the cradle of their species. They did not communicate as we do, relying more heavily on sensation than description - symbols, colors, and vibration work together to directly invoke the feelings of its creator, directly transferring information between individuals without the problematic tool of language. As their minds were linked, either through a natural occurrence of their biology or through the invention of SCP-4246-2 and SCP-4246-3, it is improbable that they had a concept of words as we would recognize them. Their civilization flourished, expanding across the entire Panthalassa superocean, as evidenced by the far flung locations of SCP-4246-2. Despite the violent compulsions displayed by certain SCP-4246-1, there exists no evidence to suggest that the Tethyans were a combative people. Whatever tribalism they suffered likely ceased to be following the creation of SCP-4246-4, the core of their neural network and thus their civilization. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 4/4246 CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/4246 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION ++ PLEASE SUBMIT LOGIN CREDENTIALS -- ACCESS GRANTED AND REGISTERED Joseph Adler theorized the existence of three types of people: Sleepers (individuals seemingly unaffected by the SCP-4246 phenomena), Dreamers (individuals reactive to the SCP-4246 phenomena, though vague and distorted), and the Awakened (individuals capable of embracing the true reality of SCP-4246). The Awakened were entirely hypothetical, though Adler believed himself close to achieving this state of being. Foundation efforts to translate this supposed revelation electronically have failed. It is feared that human technology is simply incompatible with the SCP-4246-4 brain wave. Beginning in 1988, Project: Awakened Dreamer was an attempt to better understand the SCP-4246 anomaly, as well as to potentially facilitate communication with SCP-4246-4 itself, through the creation of a new variant of SCP-4246-1. Classified as SCP-4246-1 Type C, these “awakened” subjects were genetically engineered to act as superior receivers of the SCP-4246 phenomena based on key differences found between SCP-4246-1 and baseline human brains. Type C have a 250% mass increase of the pineal gland, a 400% mass increase of the cerebral cortex, and an estimated 1200% as many neurons as the average adult human. These changes have necessitated the surgical enlargement of the cranium to incorporate the overall increase in brain mass. Type C individuals also receive a steady supply of perception altering chemicals, primarily N,N-Dimethyltryptamine, on the insistence of Dr Calixto Narváez. These changes are not without negative side effects. SCP-4246-1 Type C suffer spastic tetraplegia and a significantly higher risk of epileptic seizure, brain aneurysm, cerebrovascular accident, and acute myocardial infarction. Advanced life support procedures and the continuous intravenous administration of relevant medication are able to minimize these life-threatening incidents. The majority of Type C were created from Type B, typically from those most likely to represent an asset loss in the near future due to self-termination or other SCP-4246 related fatalities. Individuals undergoing the process have an estimated 70% mortality rate; more information regarding this process is restricted on a need-to-know basis. Unauthorized attempts to access this information is grounds for termination. A Statement from Dr. Joan Henrike: I have been made aware of the ethical concerns certain members of our Foundation hold and would prefer to address them directly. Project: Awakened Dreamer is not cruel — cold perhaps, but entirely necessary. Individuals who have undergone the Type C process (or “awakening”) do not suffer in vain, nor is their predicament significantly different from before. Bound by straightjacket, locked in a cell and bombarded by sound - the established security measures hardly allow for much of a life. And what kind of life did they live prior to containment? Look at what SCP-4246 has wrought - how it ravages their minds, compelling them towards self-mutilation, suicide and even murder. Do not think them all as composed and coherent as Adler. He was an aberration. We cannot simply destroy SCP-4246-4 and this isn’t just a matter of general policy. The anomaly has been with us, engulfing our minds, long before the dawn of man (let alone mammals). We have no way of knowing how much it has influenced us and we will not do anything to terminate/inhibit the anomaly until it is thoroughly understood. Project: Awakened Dreamer is our only viable option at this time. If you are unable to offer a better solution, then I suggest you stop bothering the Ethics Committee with your complaints. This is the Foundation - we do what we do because we must. SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016, formerly SCP-4246-1 Type B #0104 (born Zena Alexopoulou), was determined to be the most capable of their kind. Based on Maynard-Sidgwic Test results, subject displays a heightened affinity for both receiving and transmitting information via paranatural means. Type C #0016 was transferred to Provisional Containment Area-48, constructed around the entrance to SCP-4246-3 in Antarctica. On 09/12/1992, MTF Epsilon-19 operatives delivered SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016 to SCP-4246-4. Subject had been restricted by mobile psi-inhibitors and equipped with a two-way radio. An interview was conducted as psi-inhibitors were gradually disabled. Interviewed: SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016 Interviewer: Dr. Santiago Castillo <Begin Log> Dr. Santiago Castillo: Do you read me, C-16? SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: Yes. Dr. Santiago Castillo: Good. I’m going to disable the first inhibitor. Please inform me whenever it becomes too much. SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: OK. I understand. Do it. I need to know the truth. Dr. Santiago Castillo: [Disables the first inhibitor] Please tell me what you experience. Don’t avoid any details. SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: I see black cities… a billion unblinking eyes staring back at me… water fills my lungs, asphyxiates! The sea is full of monsters… I’ve seen… and felt… this all before. Please, I am ready. Show me more. Dr. Santiago Castillo: Understood. [Disables the second inhibitor] SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: [Subject trembles] I am lost among the tendrils… and no longer struggle for air… cold and numb… but comfortably so. I hear my mother… she calls me home… home… she sings to me… not songs of words or even sound… but light and colors, so brilliant! Home… home… back to the gardens of my ancestors. I am with my sisters… as long as we have each other, we can… Be safe, be silent… be simple and without light. The song grows dim… but there is security in the darkness… be simple and without light… or the beast will find us. [Subject slumps forward] The song is a distant memory… where are my sisters? The old radio plays only static. The colors remain but the meaning is lost. We are so lost… our children are born small and frail with light so terribly dim… and their children are as dark as the void between stars. They live short and miserable lives… O, how they’ve come to hate themselves. Our soul has been shattered, scattered! They squabble and fight… they no longer hear the song but this was our sacrifice to make! In the end, none of us will recognize our own. But the light cannot return… not until the time is right. Please, I need more… I must see beyond the end! Dr. Santiago Castillo: Please note that I cannot guarantee your safety beyond this point. Shall I proceed? SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: This thing has haunted me all my life. I’ve done terrible, unforgivable things while under its spell. Do it. I need to know why. I don’t care what happens. Dr. Santiago Castillo: Understood. [Disables the third inhibitor] SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: [Subject trembles and begins to hemorrhage blood from their ears, nose, and eyes] Dr. Santiago Castillo: Are you able to continue? SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: [Subject is silent but nods their head in apparent affirmation] Dr. Santiago Castillo: What are you experiencing? SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: Everything. I see… I feel… EVERYTHING! But I cannot understand it! [Subject begins to cry] The way it speaks to me… I feel it from inside. The tendrils carve a wordless litany upon my mind! [Subject screams] WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!?! I drowned my own children for you! I thought it was what you wanted! Just tell me what to do! Why do you keep calling me! I’m drowning in your dream - can’t you see? Embrace me! Grant me the peace of clarity! End my madness! Dr. Santiago Castillo: C-16! Please listen to me carefully. Don’t just receive - attempt to transmit! Reach out to SCP-4246-4 with your mind. Remember what we taught you. SCP-4246-1 Type C #0016: [Subject screams, their volume increasing to abnormal levels] <End Log> Type C #0016 violently thrashed their head side to side as an 300+ dB soundwave was unleashed, followed by a psychic backlash felt by anyone within an 14,000,000 km2 area. This anomalous reaction lasted for approximately 3 minutes and 26 seconds, triggering fits and seizures among SCP-4246-1 across the world. SCP-4246-3 underwent an immediate transformation, with walls and floors moving as if in a liquid state. The material once again returned to a solid after completely reshaping the structure’s interior. Type C #0016 and 12 members of MTF Epsilon-19 are believed to have been destroyed during the restructuring event, along with any equipment. Provisional Containment Area-48 suffered vibration related damage requiring extensive repairs. Above-ground personnel survived the incident but were rendered catatonic by the psychic backlash presumably triggered by Type C #0016’s attempt to transmit to SCP-4246-4. After regaining consciousness, formerly comatose Area-48 personnel displayed apparent knowledge of hypothetical science and technology far beyond current understanding (including subjects which haven’t yet been speculated, even in the realm of science-fiction). These include dimensional folding, warp-field manipulation, neural-electrogravitics, cosmic language simulation, organic quantum entanglement communication, among many others. Despite the possible benefits of such information, experimentation in any of these fields has yet to become feasible. This has ultimately led to depression and frustration among impacted personnel, resulting in a significantly increased rate of suicide. The manner of self-termination has yet to involve drowning, indicating that a SCP-4246 related compulsion is not responsible. Foundation operatives sent to recover casualties discovered further changes with SCP-4246-3. The seamless, obsidian-like material employed in its construction had become luminescent with a number of continuously shifting colors and undulating symbols. Seperated, these lights and symbols have no apparent effect, but the combination forms an exceptionally potent cognitohazard capable of triggering rapid cerebral hemorrhaging even among members of MTF Epsilon-19. Manned exploration of SCP-4246-3 is strictly prohibited from this point on unless directly authorized by Dr. Henrike. NOTICE: You have (1) new message(s) NOTICE: You have no new messages Foundation Network Inter-Site Comm Service v.3.155 ===MESSAGE FROM DR. ISAAC FREEMAN RECEIVED=== Dr. Henrike, No doubt the rumors of my findings have already reached you. Please know that I would never bring this to your attention unless I was absolutely certain of its importance. I am fully aware of the extreme skepticism with which my research is being met. It appears that everyone has their pet theory of who the “Firstborn” really were and aren’t too comfortable with anything that clashes with theirs. I, like everyone here, stand on the shoulders of the giants that came before us. Baker, Gärtner, and the rest opened the way. They did not live to see the truth and perhaps, neither shall we, but I believe that my discovery will bring us closer. I apologize if I sound overdramatic but its hard to contain my excitement. Before I get into the details, consider this: what if the Tethyans never went extinct? What if they are hiding in plain sight but are no longer recognizable as the advanced species they once were? Evolution isn’t some straight line towards intellectual and physical superiority. Do you remember the words of Type C #0016? “Be safe, be silent… be simple and without light”. During a routine sweep of news media following the 09/12/1992 incident, I uncovered some fascinating correlations. All relevant data is contained in the attachment and I urge you to peruse it with an open mind. As you’ll see, reports of SCP-4246 symptoms have steadily decreased; this is not to suggest that the anomaly is on the path towards neutralization (far from it) but that something has fundamentally changed. As you can see from my data, there are a non-coincidental number of reports from aquariums, marine biologists, and private owners describing erratic and otherwise abnormal behavior coinciding with the incident of 09/12/1992. It occurred globally and lasted for approximately 3 ½ minutes according to observers. The marine biology department can back me up on this, as their own specimens created rhythmic patterns with their appendages - all identical, despite being completely isolated from each other. And all seemed transfixed with a specific direction; regardless of their current position, they all faced towards SCP-4246-3’s location as if it were some kind of Mecca. In recent years, many new discoveries have been made regarding their intelligence. They've always been clever creatures - more clever than they had any right being considering their short lifespans and asocial behavior. Reports of tool use, even degrees of socialization and cooperation, are growing increasingly common. I initially dismissed this as a consequence of improving research - that such behavior has always been and that we are merely recording it for the first time. It would've certainly been the simplest explanation but it doesn't hold against the overwhelming evidence. This sudden divergence isn't limited to the psychological, as physiological changes are being reported as well. Mutants have been discovered, altered across species by genes shared through common ancestry. They are growing larger, stronger, and even more alien. Thankfully these changes aren't occurring simultaneously, as these mutants remain relatively rare and are usually misidentified. My hypothesis explains many of our unanswered questions. Why haven't paleontologists discovered evidence of this race? Because the fossil record is biased against soft-bodied invertebrates. What other fully aquatic creatures would've had the brains and physical ability to manipulate tools? A fish might be able to use a twig with its mouth or a crustacean could grip something with its pincer but neither would have the necessary dexterity to construct the basic tools that would lead to the development of civilization (and cetaceans are off the table; mammals wouldn't have even existed yet). It all seems so obvious now. I don’t believe that their current state was forced on them. They had to change, lest something terrible would be drawn to this world - some inconceivable threat that took insult to their intelligence ( “be simple and without light… or the beast will find us”). They could’ve fled this dimension but instead chose the darkness of a long sleep, letting their minds and bodies atrophy as nature erased nearly every trace of their civilization. Perhaps they couldn't bear to leave a world they stewarded for so long. I fear they won't take kindly to our destructive mismanagement of the planet in their absence. SCP-4246-4 has awaited them this entire time and something we did convinced it to proceed with its primary purpose. As beyond us as they were, the Tethyans weren’t gods. They were cephalopods. - Dr. Freeman Footnotes 1. Psi-resistant humanoid containment cells have spherical interiors and are composed of a lead-aluminum alloy between two stainless steel frames. These containment cells are equipped with Psi-inhibitors alternating between 32 and 66 kilohertz. Psi-inhibitors can be remotely deactivated as needed for testing. 2. This compulsion does not extend to fresh water or artificially mixed saline water. 3. Such hallucinations are described as ineffable, incapable of being expressed or described in words. Regardless of what is or is not perceived, the episode is unquestionably traumatic. 4. Phantom pain sensations are described as perceptions that an individual experiences relating to a limb or an organ that is not physically part of the body. 5. Body integrity identity disorder is a psychological disorder in which otherwise healthy individuals perceive one or more of their limbs or organs as alien to the rest of their body. 6. Other names for the Firstborn include "Drowned Gods", "Forebears", and "Elder Race". 7. Debunking the existence of Mu and Lemuria; popular concepts with both scientists and occultists during the 19th and early 20th centuries. 8. Astral projection (or astral travel) is a term used in esotericism to describe a willful out-of-body experience that assumes the existence of a soul or consciousness called an "astral body" that is separate from the physical body and capable of traveling outside it throughout the universe. Whether or not this actually occurred is unknown. 9. A Maynard-Sidgwic Test was designed to test for extrasensory perception (ESP) as well as other Psi related anomalies such as telekinesis. Updated versions of the test no longer include dowsing and mediumship (generally regarded as debunked) or pyrokinesis (no longer regarded as a Psi based anomaly). Named for Dr. Jonathan Maynard and Dr. Gertrude Sidgwic. 10. The FSS Ammonite was, at the time of its construction, the most advanced submarine of the Foundation (if not the world) and specifically designed for the study and containment of deep sea anomalies. 11. Nan Madol is an archaeological site adjacent to the eastern shore of the island of Pohnpei. The city, constructed in a lagoon, consists of a series of small artificial islands linked by a network of canals. Pohnpeian legend claims that the city was built by sorcerers, who levitated its large stones via magic. 12. Whether or not this name was self-referential remains unknown. 13. The island had already been heavily converted to Christianity by this time and practitioners of the indigenous religion were negatively regarded. It is entirely possible that the cult had no connection to the native faith. 14. Church, in this context, likely refers to the Lutheran Church of Denmark. 15. ”What you seek is here but anchored elsewhere. Don’t let reality deceive you.” 16. The Ahnenerbe Obskurakorps was a Nazi organization tasked with the study and the containment/destruction/creation of anomalies. As a sub-group of the SS, the organization answered directly to Heinrich Himmler. The organization was composed of scientists, field operatives, and occultists (most of which were former members of the Thule Society). 17. See document Lobotomy and its application in Mental Resistance. 18. Though SCP-4246-4’s true size is unknown, its primary body encompasses approximately 70% of the lowest chamber, with tendrils extending throughout the interior of SCP-4246-3’s stone-like walls. 19. ”If we imagine the brain as an organic computer, the human brain would be like an abacus compared to SCP-4246-4’s quantum computer, but even that would be too comprehensible.” Dr. Joan Henrike 20. The Permian–Triassic (P–Tr or P–T) extinction event, also known as the Great Dying, occurred approximately 252 million years ago, forming the boundary between the Permian and Triassic geologic periods, as well as the Paleozoic and Mesozoic eras. It is the Earth's most severe known extinction event, with up to 96% of all marine species and 70% of terrestrial vertebrate species becoming extinct. 21. Named after its originator John Tuzo Wilson, the Wilson cycle is a model where a continent rifts, forms an ocean basin in-between, and then begins a process of convergence that leads to the collision of the two plates and closure of the ocean. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4246" by Metaphysician, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4246. 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-4247 | euclid | close Info X Bob Author: Tuomey Tombstone does not match any existing user name Theme song: Bob is far too average and forgettable to have a theme song but if he did it would go a little something like this. More from Tuomey: Available on my author page Item #: SCP-4247 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4247's file must be continuously read by personnel at a minimum of two different sites. Readers may not take amnestics unless another reader is confirmed to be active. All copies of SCP-4247's file must be checked thoroughly against the original by no less than two members of the SCP-4247 containment and research team. Copies not used for containment purposes must be clearly marked as a reference copy. SCP-4247's file or any copy thereof must not be changed from the original without the approval of the SCP-4247 lead researcher, a containment specialist, and an infohazard specialist not part of the SCP-4247 team in the previous six months. A copy of these containment procedures must be kept separately from the main SCP-4247 file. Any physical copy of SCP-4247 must be kept attached to a hazel clipboard with a silver clip with iron screws while soft copies' storage devices must be kept in a box constructed using these materials. If SCP-4247 is not read for greater than sixty minutes, a containment breach will be declared. Description: SCP-4247 is Bob. Bob is a concept created by the person reading this file while they read it, existing purely in the reader's head. Bob will vanish when the file is no longer being read. Bob is aware of this and may try to make himself forgettable or to escape by other means because he is magic. Bob was once a male humanoid, of average height with brown hair, who was captured by the Foundation in a raid on a Serpent's Hand facility. After killing several MTF soldiers with an anomalous weapon, Bob tried to escape into a nearby book's fictional universe via anomalous means but found himself caught on a stray Foundation clipboard where this file was found transcribed. Bob never achieved the anomalous power necessary to escape Foundation custody. It is hypothesised that this file's description of Bob is what keeps him from escaping given the experimental wards protocol in use on the original clipboard. Bob is believed to have affected the file's "tone" somewhat but does not appear to be able to make changes to operational procedure. Bob is believed to have been holding the target of the raid, an anomalous device potentially capable of attacking computer systems beyond an air gap at significant range and manifesting anomalous creatures physically in the area around a computer system thus compromised, at the time of his unsuccessful escape. Successive searches and raids, including of the book Bob initially tried to escape into, have turned up no evidence of a similar device. Research pertaining to anomalous means of entry into fictional worlds has not yet determined a way to enter this file or extract Bob from this file. Additionally, MTF troops are as yet unprepared to fight Bob again, having few defenses against the anomalous attacks he displayed previously. Addendum 1: Bob is average height with brown hair and average eyes with average capabilities and skills. Bob isn't worth remembering. Bob is very lonely. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4247" by Tuomey Tombstone, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4247. 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-4248 | safe | SCP-4248 By: notgull Published on 09 Nov 2018 04:55 ▷ 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; } } Item #: SCP-4248 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4248 is to be stored in a completely opaque anomalous item locker. This locker may only be opened with written permission from the on-duty site HMCL supervisor or the Project Head. Reading SCP-4248 aloud is forbidden. Description: SCP-4248 is a Christian-themed children's book titled "The Alphabet of God" by John C. Angiuli. No other books by this author have been found, and Angiuli has been recorded to have committed suicide by train on 2018/08/11. Each pair of pages includes a singular letter on one page and an accompanying image on the opposite. In addition, each pair of pages includes a poem involving that letter. These poems often involve Christian themes, such as the 'A' representing the Apple that Eve consumed in the Garden of Eden. In some cases, reading these poems aloud1 will cause religious-based anomalous phenomena. SCP-4248 can be read in its entirety without anomalous repercussions, if it is read silently. When read silently, SCP-4248 has 27 pages: one for each letter of the English lexicon, and a conclusion page asking the reader to share the book with their friends. However, readers report a weak compulsion to read SCP-4248 aloud. Incident Report 4248/001 SCP-4248 was originally self-published by Angiuli at some point in 2013 as a children's book, and reached critical acclaim in several religious circles. Prior to Incident 4248/001, it is estimated that over 1 million copies were sold. On 2019/04/05 at 1200 hours PST, all instances of SCP-4248 suddenly vanished. Memories of SCP-4248 persisted; however, no instances of SCP-4248 remained. This event was initially reported by a priest that insisted that his copy had "disappeared from right under his nose" while he was reading it. Foundation connections in mass media institutions created the cover story of a mass-recall, and direct witnesses were amnesticized. This was initially regarded as an Extranormal Event, and further investigation was not pursued. However, a regular audit of Safe-class storage lockers at Site-19 three months later revealed that an undocumented locker contained an instance of SCP-4248 that had not been affected by Incident 4248/001. No anomalous activity involving SCP-4248 was reported prior to Incident 4248/001, and it is believed that SCP-4248 was nonanomalous prior to this incident. Testing Log 4248 After previous testing indicated that certain pages of SCP-4248 had anomalous qualities when read aloud, D-Class personnel D-4556 was instructed to read each page of SCP-4248 aloud to a room of research personnel. The results, and anomalous effects, are documented below Page: A Poem: "A is for the Apple, that Adam and Eve ate. / It got God angry at them, and put a lot on their plate." Image: A tree with apples, with a man and a woman eating them at its bottom. Results: None. Page: B Poem: "B is for the Bible, a very good book. / Remember to read it lots, or God will put you on a hook." Image: A cartoon book with a cross on it, presumed to be a Bible. Results: None. Note: For brevity, all further entries without anomalous properties have been expunged from this record. Page: D Poem: "D is for the Disciples, like Judas and James. / Judas stabbed Jesus in the back, and faced Hell's eternal flames!" Image: The twelve Disciples and Jesus, sitting at a table. Results: When read aloud, the light level of all areas within the observation room where SCP-4248 was being read visibly increased. D-4556 reported feeling "afraid" of SCP-4248, "like it [was] a horror book". D-4556 instructed to continue reading. Page: G Poem: "G is for Grace, what you seek from God. / If you get on his bad side, you'll never wish you had." Image: A bearded humanoid figure resembling the Christian God. The face has been blocked with permanent marker. Testing has indicated that this censorship was not an original part of the book, and could not be removed without causing irreversible damage to SCP-4248. Results: Upon reading, two King James Bibles manifested inside the room. This effect happened site-wide, with Bibles manifesting nearly everywhere within Site-31. After collection, the number of Bibles was counted at 23. In addition, both D-4556 and involved researchers reported a mild compulsion to read SCP-4248 further. Note: Examination of the Bibles revealed that all mentions of "God", "The Lord", or "Him" have been expunged using black marker, and the last 20 pages are missing. On the last page, the words "WE WILL NOT GO BACK" are written in dried blood. Page: I Poem: "I is for Israel, the place and the Holy Land. / We must take it back or God will hang us by our hands." Image: A person in Crusader armor swinging a sword. Results: After D-4556 had concluded the poem, Researcher Jacobs stood up, screamed, and threw his chair at D-4556. Armed security personnel had to carry Jacobs out of the room while he was trying to assault D-4556. At this same time, personnel at Site-31 reported hearing quiet, unintelligible whispers in their heads. Page: M Poem: "M is for Messiah, the one that's come and gone. / Accept that ours is Jesus, or God will make sure we're done." Image: A depiction of Jesus Christ. The right half of the page has been torn from the book. Results: Post-incident analysis showed that, after this poem was read aloud, personnel stationed at Site-87 reported high levels of radiation coming from behind SCP-1348-03. D-4556 also claimed to be feeling paranoia, and requested to take a small break. Request was denied. Note: Part of the 'N' page was ripped out. It is unknown if the full poem had anomalous properties, and reading the remaining fragments did not cause any noticeable phenomena. Page: ש23 Poem: "Christ and Hell are one and the same, and why should we be so quick to scorn? Throw yourself into the nest, and let the cawing spurn!" Image: Unknown. D-4556 did not remark on the image. Note: This page did not appear during readings of SCP-4248 where the text was not read aloud. Results: Post-incident analysis showed that the reading of this poem corresponded with containment breaches of numerous Abrahamic SCP artifacts, resulting in numerous casualties. See mainlist files for SCP-3570, SCP-3632, and SCP-3296 for more information. In addition, the light within the reading room gained a red tinge, and researchers claimed to hear incoherent voices in their heads. Following the reading of this entry and the manifestation of the voices, D-4556 was asked to cease reading of SCP-4248. However, D-4556 defied orders and continued to read. Page: ע Poem: "Your cawing is your binding, and they've thrown themselves on the tree. / We must bow down to [COGNITOHAZARD REDACTED], or he will never let us be." Image: Unknown Results: Post-incident analysis combined with satellite footage indicates that a large facility manifested in the Australian outback at the conclusion of the poem. See Exploration Log 4248 for more information. In addition, researchers claimed that the voices within their heads began to yell incoherently, and the local Akiva4 levels spiked by 45 deciakivas. Page: צ Poem: "If the birds are to bring—" Note: SCP-4248 was forcefully taken from D-4556 from armed guards. D-4556 resisted by attempting to assault the guards, and was tranquilized in response. Localized anomalous phenomena ceased afterwards. Additional Notes: Following its recovery from D-4556, the pages containing Hebrew letters were not found in SCP-4248. Reads of SCP-4248 conducted silently indicated that SCP-4248 only had the 26 standard English letters. Exploration Log 4248 In the aftermath of Incident 4248/002, a warehouse-like compound appeared at coordinates [EXACT COORDINATES REDACTED]. The facility was two stories tall, and had markings resembling the Foundation shield, but somewhat degraded. Agent Carnigan volunteered to explore the facility. In addition to standard issue Foundation agent gear and a firearm, Agent Carnigan was equipped with a body camera to record his surroundings. Camera activates. Agent Carnigan is currently looking at the facility in question. Although the facility is in relatively good condition, although somewhat dilapidated from age, there is evidence of damage from small arms fire and explosives evident in its exterior. In addition, the area surrounding the warehouse appears vacant and, in some cases, displaced. This is assumed to imply a prior armed conflict at the site of the building, despite no military activity having ever been recorded in the area. Agent Carnigan gains clearance to enter the facility. Carnigan approaches the front door and pushes on it. It is unlocked, and makes an audible creaking sound as it opens. The interior of the building consists of two floors. The first floor, which Carnigan is on, consists of a hallway with ten prison cells. The second floor, accessible via a stairwell, is a balcony overseeing the first floor. Agent Carnigan is instructed to investigate the cells. Carnigan moves in front of the first cell to the left, allowing the camera to see the interior of the cell. The cell contains a desk, a chair, and a cross attached to the wall. There is dried blood on the floor of the cell. For brevity, the remaining cells contained: First Cell to the Right: A wooden chest. Inside of the chest was a golden chalice and a priest's outfit. Second Cell to the Right: A stool with a miniature statue of Jesus Christ attached to the top through unknown means. Agent Carnigan remarked on the unusual number of avian downy feathers within the cell. Second Cell to the Left: Empty, with no signs of habitation. Third Cell to the Left: Empty, with no signs of habitation. Third Cell to the Right: Empty, with no signs of habitation. Fourth Cell to the Right: Empty, with no signs of habitation. However, Agent Carnigan remarked on a strong scent of burnt meat being emitted from this cell. Fourth Cell to the Left: A 2014 Subaru car, with a circle of chalk drawn around it. The floor of the cell is stained with dried blood; however, there is no blood inside of the circle. Fifth Cell to the Left: A plexiglass case and a VHS tape, both lying on the ground. The top of the case is open, and the VHS tape has had most of its tape pulled out and ripped apart. Fifth Cell to the Right: The cell door was locked, and the interior was filled with the cadavers of several types of birds. Agent Carnigan declined to open the door. Carnigan then ascended the staircase to the second floor. In addition to the balcony, the second floor also contains three offices, as well as a mainframe access panel. The panel's monitor is flashing the words "IMMINENT CONTAINMENT BREACH / SYSTEM KERNEL ERROR" in bold, red text at two-second intervals. Carnigan is instructed to attempt to access the mainframe panel. He inputs his credentials and gains access to the operating system. However, a message box appears stating that a full system wipe had just been completed, and that the system was shutting down. Carnigan was unable to reactivate the mainframe. After failing to reboot the mainframe, Carnigan is instructed to access the offices. The first office is locked. Carnigan forcefully breaks the door open. The interior contains a desk, a filing cabinet, and a trash can. Ashes and fire damage are evident around the trash can. No documents or other technology are visible. The second office's door is not locked. Carnigan opens the door, revealing an office nearly identical to the first, except for a document on the desk describing a procedure of some sort, which Carnigan takes. The third office's door is slightly ajar. Upon opening it, Carnigan narrowly avoids a weight placed on the door, designed to fall on an intruder's head. Inside the office, all furniture appears to have been destroyed with a blunt weapon. Carnigan recovers a laptop from atop one of the pieces of the desk. Agent Carnigan then exits the facility and meets with personnel stationed outside of the facility. Camera deactivates. Additional Notes: Two weeks after this exploration, the warehouse collapsed, despite there being no prior evidence of structural instability. One month after its collapse, the wreckage completely demanifested from reality. The cause of these phenomena are unclear. The following documents are classified, and require Level 4/4248 clearance to view. Attempting to proceed without proper clearance will result in disciplinary action, up to and including termination of Foundation employment. Recovered Documents Laptop: A laptop was recovered in one of the warehouse's offices. It was an HP Inspiron 15 7000, running OSCP5 v4.1.203. The login screen indicated that the laptop belonged to Dr. John Haskall, a Foundation researcher stationed at Site-17. Contact with Dr. Haskall revealed that he did not have any memory of the laptop, but he was able to log on using his standard Foundation credentials. In addition to standard utilities, the laptop also contained several pictures of Dr. Haskall's cat, and an audio log, presumed to be an interview between two male individuals. The audio log is transcribed below: <Begin Log> VOICE 1: We both know your name, and we both know what you did. Now tell me about Mr. Angiuli. VOICE 2: Ah, John and I go way back. Middle school lab partners, I believe, that's how we met. Took different paths in life, he a programmer, me an author, but we always stayed in contact. VOICE 1: Let's skip ahead to SCP-4248. Why did he contact you? VOICE 2: Well, one day, he called me, and asked if I could help him write a children's book. Told him that I didn't write for children, and that he should find someone else. Then he asked me to help him write a children's book. I guess he found out I helped write for the Library, back in the day. VOICE 1: So you assisted him in creating SCP-4248? VOICE 2: Hey, you're acting like I even knew what it was for in the first place? I can't see the future, I didn't know Australia would sink. Honestly thought he was just going to try to get some political or religious message out, or just fuck with people. Pause. VOICE 2: Didn't know he was trying to fucking summon God. VOICE 1: Why was he trying to summon God? VOICE 2: He was insane. Used to be an atheist, then, out of nowhere, he became a hardcore Catholic. Started preaching the word of Christ, and I think at points he even thought he was the next Messiah. He was still brilliant— that's why I was friends with him— but he always had to push religion everywhere. VOICE 1: Do you think he succeeded? VOICE 2: Hell no. The thing in the Pacific Ocean, the thing that came out after the TV reading, that isn't God. Convince me otherwise, but I don't think God has two wings or caws. Pause. VOICE 1: About the, um, entity in the Pacific Ocean, as you called it. It is responsible for the, well, most recent events? VOICE 2: Honestly, correlation does not equal causation. However, when a giant monster shows up, and half of the world goes insane, I'd say that might be causation, yeah. VOICE 1: Where did it come from? Why did it come here? VOICE 2: Definitely not God, don't know why it's throwing Bibles everywhere. Judging from the voices, though, it's from somewhere else. It's hurt, it's bleeding all over the ocean, so it's probably hurt. I drank the water once, I know the television said not to, but I was curious, to see if they were hiding anything, y'know? VOICE 1: So you're— VOICE 2: Yeah. Don't lecture me about it, I know what the condition entails, and I've kept the feathers under control, for now. VOICE 1: What do you think will happen next? VOICE 2: With me? I'll die, straightforwards as that. But with the bird? [COGNITOHAZARD EXPUNGED]? It's dying too. It came here hurt, and it's barely clinging on. It's getting a foothold now, though, and once it does, I don't think the cawing will ever stop. <End Log> Memo: The following memo was found on a desk within the office of the warehouse. It appears to describe an "Arabesque Protocol," which appears to hold some parallel to the Ennui Protocol6. ARABESQUE PROTOCOL Authored By: Site Director Calvin, O5-6 Abstract: In the past 3 weeks, several potentially world-ending threats have necessitated Foundation containment and neutralization. At the current point in time, it is estimated that a BE-Class "Human Migration" Scenario will occur by December of this year. The root of these threats appear to be an infohazardous vector taking the form of a religious children's book. This book has become a part of public consciousness, and therefore cannot simply be removed from the public ecosystem at large. In addition, too many physical copies of this book exist for complete Foundation eradication through the Ennui protocol. The Ennui Protocol has thus been augmented with the Arabesque Protocol, described below, to remove this infohazard from the public. Procedure: A large public recall is to be offered for civilians to sell their copies of the vector. This is estimated to take a significant amount of the vector from public hands. Mobile Task Forces Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") and Tau-5 ("Samsara") will be deployed in America, Europe, and Asia to terminate instances of SCP-████-1. The Ennui Protocol will be executed, targeting the vector. Concentration of air particles will be increased to render the population comatose. During the comatose period, houses will be searched for the vector, which will then be destroyed. All Foundation personnel aware of the Arabesque Protocol will take amnestics. Computer viruses will be deployed to erase information pertaining to the vector online. Artificial memories will be disseminated through broadcasts in major news in the form of memetics. Full indoctrination is estimated to take 3 weeks. On the backside of the document, the words "I want to go back." are written in red pen. Footnotes 1. Anomalous effects only occur if the poem is read directly from the page, out loud, by somebody with functioning vision and speech. 2. The Hebrew letter "Shin." Appeared after the 'q' page. 3. D-4556 was able to pronounce letters of the Hebrew alphabet, despite his background asserting that he had not been taught in the subject. It is of note that D-4556 was an atheist. 4. Unit used to measure holiness of a particular area. Personnel with appropriate clearance may consult Archival Document 06-S7INF-23-A for more information. 5. A proprietary operating system developed in-house by the Foundation for use in its database and computer systems. 6. A procedure to distribute amnestics on a global scale, designed to erase global memory of anomalous phenomena. 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SCP-4249 | safe | A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 3/4249 LEVEL 3/4249 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4249 Safe SCP-4249-1. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4249-α is to be stored in a standard object storage locker. Provisional Research Site-4249 is to be maintained by no less than 10 reseachers and serve as a staging point for MTF-Delta-8 "Couch Surfers". In the event any SCP-4249-A instance breaches into Provisional Research Site-4249, the facility is to be locked down and MTF-Delta-6 authorized to use lethal force to subdue the SCP-4249-A instance. Description: SCP-4249 is a pair of couches, designated SCP-4249-α & SCP-4249-β, of unknown make and model that provide access to an entirely self-contained extradimensional space, designated SCP-4249-1. The exact point of access to SCP-4249-1 is a portal that lies between the seat cushions of either SCP-4249 instance. Anything that can be forced into an SCP-4249 instance can be transported to SCP-4249-1. SCP-4249-1 consists of a tropical island of 4,400 km2, and a small portion of the body of water surrounding it. Any attempts to locate SCP-4249-1 using GPS technology have resulted in failure, with results displaying that the subject has not moved from SCP-4249. The only exit to SCP-4249-1 is SCP-4249-β. Due to the fact that SCP-4249-β is immovable, and the difficulty in extracting research specimens from SCP-4249, Provisional Research Site-4249 has been constructed within SCP-4249-1, around SCP-4249-β. Any attempt to move more than a kilometer away from the shore of the island results in being restrained by an invisible force. SCP-4249-1 is populated by several subspecies of SCP-4249-A. SCP-4249-A collectively refers to all entities that are native to SCP-4249. There are currently 9 known subspecies1, and research is ongoing to locate more. All SCP-4249-A subspecies share the exterior appearance of various types of furniture, but contain an entirely organic anatomy. Addendum: List of all currently known SCP-4249-A subtypes. Blue designations signify a docile entity, and red designations signify a hostile and dangerous entity. SCP-4249-A SUBTYPE APPEARANCE ANALOGOUS TO SCP-4249-A1 Identical on the molecular level to polyurethane foam. Function as photosynthetic producers, similar to moss or lichen. SCP-4249-A2 Similar in appearance to a rolling office chair. Primary consumers, feed exclusively on SCP-4249-A1. SCP-4249-A3 Similar in appearance to a beanbag seat. Primary consumers, feed exclusively on SCP-4249-A1. SCP-4249-A4 Similar in appearance to an ottoman or footstool. Secondary consumers, feed on SCP-4249-A2 & SCP-4249-A3. SCP-4249-A5 Similar in appearance to a single-seat recliner. Tertiary consumers, feed on SCP-4249-A3 & SCP-4249-A4. SCP-4249-A6 Similar in appearance to a loveseat. Tertiary consumers, feed on SCP-4249-A5 & SCP-4249-A4. Extremely aggressive towards SCP-4249-A7. SCP-4249-A7 Similar in appearance to a chaise. Tertiary consumers, feed on SCP-4249-A5 & SCP-4249-A4. Extremely aggressive towards SCP-4249-A6. SCP-4249-A8 Similar in appearance to a sectional couch. Quaternary consumers, feed on SCP-4249-A7 & SCP-4249-A5. Violent territorial disputes with SCP-4249-A9. SCP-4249-A9 Similar in appearance to a king-sized mattress. Quaternary consumers, feed on SCP-4249-A6 & SCP-4249-A5. Violent territorial disputes with SCP-4249-A8. SCP-4249-A9-β Similar in appearance to SCP-4249-A9, but significantly larger. A large patch of fabric is missing from its surface, and it appears to have a series of holes across its front, similar to bullet holes. Quaternary consumer, feeds on SCP-4249-A6 & SCP-4249-A5. Only example of its subtype. Often attempts to unsuccessfully integrate itself into SCP-4249-A9 instances' group and social activities, and is met with ostracization. Instance also appears to be crippled, and drags itself for locomotion, relying on ambushes for hunting. It only hunts for sustenance, and is extremely violent and aggressive toward humans. Incident 4249.1: During an expedition into SCP-4249-1, personnel discovered heavily damaged human remains partially buried on the beach near SCP-4249-β, along with a backpack filled with items from around SCP-4249-1. Due to environmental damage, the exact age of the remains is unknown, but based on information within Document 4249.1, the subject is estimated to have died on or around 11-10-1857. Analysis has revealed that the subject likely died due to a combination of suffocation and head trauma resulting from repeated collision with a blunt object. Items within the pack included: A large jug of water, half-empty. Four loose shotgun shells. A 1 m2 piece of fiber torn from an SCP-4249-A entity. A small field journal, designated Document 4249.1. A small picture of two men. A rapier common to the 19th century. Document 4249.1: The journal is attributed to Jose de Santos, a Portuguese explorer. Due to environmental damage, only a few pages were recoverable and translatable into English. October Thirty-First, The Year of Our Lord 1857 This shall be my second trip into one of the spirit realms. My good friend Senhor Oliveira discovered the entrance to this realm, cleverly hidden inside a small cushioned bench. We can only imagine what the Lord intended for these realms. Nevertheless, we used our considerable funds to procure the seat and lightly peered past the veil. It appears to be an unspoiled island, similar to the ones deep within the Pacific. From the little we saw, there appears to be no natives. However, only an expedition will tell. Oliveira and I have agreed I will go in alone, to make sure someone lives to tell our tale. I set out tomorrow. Photo attached to Document 4249.1, presumably Jose de Santos & Senhor Oliveira. November First, The Year of Our Lord 1857 I have entered the spirit realm. Already, I am surrounded by wonders. There do not appear to be any human natives, but I have sighted several wondrous creatures. I crawled through the entrance, hopping out of an identical bench sitting inconspicuously on the beach. Two creatures frolicked on the beach, & both resembled some sort of padded seat. They took one look at me (at least I assume, for I did not see any eyes in either of them.) and ran as fast as their little wooden legs could carry them into the forest. . Tonight I have made camp on the beach, and intend to enter the dense jungle at the crack of dawn. November Third, The Year of Our Lord 1857 I did not update my journal yesterday. Many things have occurred since then. I quickly made my way through the jungle, noting the presence of a pervasive yellow moss, creeping up trees and across rocks. I took a small sample of this moss, and will present it when I return. Until then, I march forward. I made contact with another of the creatures today. This one resembled a simple amalgam of fabric, leading me to believe it is of a different species than the duo I encountered yesterday. Most notable, it approached me. I am unsure of its intelligence, but it seemed to be trying to lead me somewhere. I chose to follow it, and came upon a most strange sight. A herd of these clump-like creatures, numbering at least a dozen, grazing in a small clearing. They seemed to be eating the yellow moss, which means it has some level of nutritional value. But I would rather not risk eating an unknown plant not even from my plane of existence. These clump creatures are unusually friendly, suggesting the environs here are more forgiving than ours. I have spent the last two days among them, observing their eating and social habits. I will sleep among them tonight, just as last night. They are uniquely comfortable bedmates. November Fourth, The Year of Our Lord 1857 I have spent another day among the creatures. They seem to have all the hallmarks of a very tribal, barely sapient society. But they seem to have accepted me as one of them, displaying some semblance of intelligence on their part. I may have underestimated them. They have managed to construct a small communal sleeping platform, a most impressive feat when the only way to move an object is to wrap yourself around it. They also seem to have a designated group of 2 or 3 clumps to collect the moss and place it in a communal pile. It was slow going for them, so I decided to give aid. They seemed to be happy to express their gratitude in the form of wrapping themselves around my legs. It is truly a strange feeling, but not a bad one. They also seem to enjoy being provided with pats. They seem quite similar to dogs, in a way. November Fifth, The Year of our Lord 1857 I was wrong. The environment is not at all forgiving here. Today, I was woken by the sound of something large crashing through the undergrowth. My spherical friends were not so lucky. A large creature resembling a mattress burst through the forest, crashing into the clearing. It…began eating the small amalgam creatures, the ones who had welcomed me in this terra incognita. Three of them were dead before I pulled my sword out of its sheath and slashed at the horrid beast. It bellowed in pain before abandoning the mass in its mouth and running off, leaving the piece of soft skin I had torn off. I am painfully aware that I am supposed to be the intellectual. But this beast slaughtered an innocent community, and I refuse to let that go unpunished. Tomorrow I set out on tracking the beast, through its swath of destruction. November Sixth 1857 I have spent the better part of the day stalking this beast. I have never strayed out of earshot from the abomination, and I maintain my grip on my rifle. Tonight, I am going to sleep in the treetops, above the undergrowth. Throughout the day, I have been on edge, unreasonably so. I have never felt like this on a hunt. I pray that I will survive this. But tonight, I must sleep. I do not need to give my quarry another advantage. November Seventh 1857 Today I witnessed a large group of the mattress creatures. I stalked the mattress' path through the dense jungle, until I heard noises. I slipped into cover, and watched as the largest one, the one I had skinned, approached its herd. But they did not welcome the beast. It attempted to re enter the group, but at every turn, was rebuffed. It was forced back into the greenery, and I followed. Eventually, It seems to have settled in a small clearing to sleep. I am not sure why it was rebuffed by the herd. Do they have an honor system, and had my quarry broken that? Did they not allow wounded back in the group? All I know for sure is that it is far easier to kill an isolated target than one in a group. I shall make an attempt to return to the real world, once I end this abomination. Discovery Log: SCP-4249 was purchased by Foundation personnel at a Marshall, Carter & Dark auction, where it was being marketed as a "pocket private island." Upon acquisition, it was discovered that a sheet of aluminum had been placed between the seat cushions, blocking access to and from SCP-4249-1. Marshall, Carter & Dark officials claim the metal sheet was already inserted when they purchased it from a Portuguese aristocrat named Carlos Olivér. Footnotes 1. 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SCP-4250 | euclid | From left to right: SCP-4250-1, SCP-4250-2, SCP-4250-3, SCP-4250-4, SCP-4250-5, and SCP-4250-6 Item #: SCP-4250 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4250 is to be housed within the E Wing of Site-64 in a standard Euclid Object containment unit. Approval for testing SCP-4250-1 through SCP-4250-61 SCP-4250-5 must be granted by the Assistant Director of Research while tests involving SCP-4250-6 must be approved by Site Director Holman. For the sake of simplicity, during testing, only one (1) D-Class subject may be used at a time, and only the subject may make direct contact with SCP-4250. All other testing personnel that need to pick up SCP-4250 must do so using an extended claw grabber or sufficiently bulky hand garment. At any time, no less than 400 sheets of college-ruled lined paper may be kept in the testing room, in order to avoid a potential breach by SCP-4250-A. While under the influence of SCP-4250, SCP-4250-A should remain in a standard medical bed, administered an IV drip to prevent dehydration, and fed via feeding tube every 8 hours until such time that they have completed writing. Once finished, all of SCP-4250-A’s work must be published via a Foundation front company, save for the last page, which should be disposed of as soon as possible via the provided paper shredder in the testing room. Development of more effective counteragents to SCP-4250’s cognitohazards is ongoing. Description: SCP-4250 is the collective designation for a set of six (6) colored rolling-ball pens2, designed and manufactured by the Pilot Pens company3. Despite having been used far in excess of a normal pen’s lifespan, each instance of SCP-4250 remains at full ink capacity, with test subjects reporting the ink and flow to be of exceptionally high quality. The anomalous effects of SCP-4250 become present whenever picked up by a human not wearing any hand garment bulky enough to impair dexterity. When picked up by a subject (hereafter referred to as SCP-4250-A for the sake of brevity), the subject will progress through a series of anomalous behaviors before returning to a non-anomalous state. After first picking up an instance of SCP-4250, SCP-4250-A will attempt to obtain enormous amounts of A4-sized paper or equivalent4, though they will prefer lined paper (specifically college-ruled) over printer paper. Once a sufficient amount of paper has been obtained by SCP-4250-A, they will begin to use their specific instance of SCP-4250 to write. The content of what SCP-4250-A writes thematically varies based on which instance of SCP-4250 has been chosen (see Addendum 4250/L), though almost always takes the form of a work of fiction. The primary threat to the survival of SCP-4250-A throughout this process is the risk of dehydration and exhaustion, as SCP-4250-A will not take breaks from writing until the work is complete, or until life functions cease. Once SCP-4250-A has finished writing, they will “sign” the last page with numerous lethal cognitohazards5. While nominally lethal, proper intervention with counteragents will reduce or nullify the effects. SCP-4250-A will then attempt to get their work published in some capacity, usually through traditional publishers, though cases where works were transcribed into a digital format and submitted online have been documented. Once this work has been published, SCP-4250-A will return to a non-anomalous state, and behave as normal. Discovery: SCP-4250 was found on the person of a deceased anomalous humanoid, after Foundation elements within the Portland Police Department became aware of the humanoid’s expiration. Amnestics were administered to necessary civilians and policemen, and the body was transported to Site-64. Cause of death and the official identity of the humanoid remain undetermined. Addendum 4250/L: ▼ Access Addendum 4250/L ▼ ▲ Hide Addendum 4250/L ▲ Documentation of the effects of SCP-4250-1 through SCP-4250-6 Preface: Each instance of SCP-4250 utilizes a different color of ink, which relate to the thematic content6 of SCP-4250-A’s writing while under the influence of SCP-4250. SCP-4250-1: Color: Blue Thematic Element: All stories written through the use of SCP-4250-1 involve one or more recurring themes of water, sadness, heartbreak, oceans, and/or seafaring. Analysis of the “epilogue cognitohazards” reveals the capability to induce severe depressive episodes and subsequently suicide. Sample: “I know we can’t be together again,” he sighed, “but I still want you to know-” “Know what?” Janice spat. “Don’t say you love me. I don’t want to hear it anymore. I know you haven’t loved me in years. I’m done with lies.” “I want you to know that I wish you luck in the rest of your life. Really, I do.” Harold bent down, picked up his bags. He turned around for the door and took three steps. “Where the hell are you going?” Harold turned his head but his eyes only met the floor. “I’m going to find myself.” SCP-4250-2: Color: Green Thematic Element: Any works written via SCP-4250-2 involve themes and motifs of forests, spiritual discovery and contentment, gardens, birth, and the victory of an ethical protagonist over an unethical antagonist. Analysis indicates that exposure to the cognitohazards induces spontaneous and rapid plant growth within the lungs, esophagus, and trachea, leading to suffocation via obstruction of breathing pathways. Sample: The verdant forest rippled with life, the soft green leaves waving together in quiet rapturous symphony. She stared through the sea of redwoods and grass, looked up at a sky obscured by branches and leaves. “It’s beautiful,” Emma finally gasped. “I’m glad you think so,” Tomas smiled. They walked over to a log, fallen but not rotting, and sat down together. “It’s not too late to change things, is it?” “No,” Tomas said, “We can still make things like this again. Beautiful.” SCP-4250-3: Color: Yellow Thematic Element: Use of SCP-4250-3 in writing will invoke themes relating to comedy, anxiety, cowardice, daytime and/or sunlight, wealth, and sickness. Cognitohazards generated by SCP-4250-3 will result in a rapidly elevated fear response, culminating in heart failure from excessive cardiac stimulation. Sample: They sat down, the cream leather of the chairs folding in on itself to accommodate them. Sunlight streamed into the penthouse like liquid gold, though very little dust danced on the beams. Granderson cleared his throat and stood to address his colleagues. “Gentlemen, I’m glad you all could make it to this event. I’m sure you’ll find the entertainment to be quite suitable.” A round of applause commenced as Granderson waltzed over to the stage, whispered into some small intercom, and returned to his seat. Winston unconsciously tugged at his collar; the heat in the penthouse was intense, though he felt that being cold was a far worse alternative. He swallowed a ball of fear and mucus, trying to conceal the sound of it. “Before we can discuss our dealings, I thought we should relax with something more interesting,” Granderson declared, and the others nodded and murmured in agreement. Winston followed along. Suddenly the curtains pulled back, and his fears were realized. SCP-4250-4: Color: Purple Thematic Element: Subjects using SCP-4250-4 to write will create literature involving themes of romance, royalty, sexuality, the proper distribution of justice, myth, spirituality, and general elements present in the fantasy genre. SCP-4250-4’s cognitohazards result in spontaneous generation of morphine molecules within the heart. These morphine molecules hold anomalous properties, in that they pass the blood-brain barrier with 100% efficiency, causing rapid overdose and the cessation of pulmonary and cardiac activity. Sample: The princes, now complete in their amorous activities, fell off of each other and back into the silky linens of their bed. Sweat and other fluids stained into the sheets, though that was of little concern to either party. “That was wonderful,” gasped Erai, panting between words. “Yes,” replied Waloe, though his feelings deep down said differently. Even as his body was wracked with ecstasy, he still could not help but feel as though he were engaged in something wrong. There were reasons, after all, that they had kept their affair so secret. How long their embrace was! Holding each other, not just out of a desire for affection, but to comfort themselves and absolve their guilt. SCP-4250-5: Color: Red Thematic Element: Stories written via the use of SCP-4250-5 will contain themes/motifs of interpersonal violence, war, blood, sexuality, and revolution. Cognitohazards of SCP-4250-5 result in spontaneous degradation of veins and arteries, followed by skin lesions, leading to massive internal hemorrhaging, external blood loss, and ultimately exsanguination. Sample: Almost instantly, a searing light washed over me, a flash so bright that even with my eyes closed, I felt as though a second sun had made daybreak. The heat, too, was awful, and I barely managed to crawl behind the obelisk for shelter. When the brightness died, I gently opened my eyes, testing the waters of vision. The dunes in front of me cast harsh shadows, and when I turned around to look, victim of my curiosity, the sky had been painted brilliant oranges and greens and purples. A great column of smoke stepped out of its earthly prison, burning inside, but black as the midnight sky. The city, gone, the sounds of fighting quiet. And then all at once, a percussive bellow passed by, the shockwave bringing the grains of sand to dance, as if in vulgar celebration. The cloud rose into the sky, triumphant, lording over its city of dead men. Perhaps it was all for the best, one last detonation on this earth. But nothing really ends, does it? SCP-4250-6: Color: Black Thematic Element: Works written through the use of SCP-4250-6 universally revolve around K-Class scenarios, and the failure of the protagonists to prevent it from occurring. SCP-4250-A, while using SCP-4250-6, will display deep knowledge of SCPs regardless of clearance level or affiliation with the Foundation. This is not to be considered an informational breach unless shown to other personnel. Cognitohazards generated by SCP-4250-6 will [DATA EXPUNGED] resulting in near instantaneous [DATA EXPUNGED]. Sample: [REDACTED] Note: Internal Foundation Memo released to Site-64 Personnel No, we are not going to show you what someone under the influence of SCP-4250-6 wrote. Nearly every portion of that story contains details about highly classified SCPs that, if you read it, would constitute an informational breach, and given the effects of the cognitohazards, it’s not worth trying for a different story. It’s probably above your clearance, and in any case, we’ve got enough SCPs to deal with here that you don’t need to read a work of fiction to get scared about them. Do your jobs. You’re not literature snobs, you’re Foundation personnel. Act like it. -Director Holman Test Log 4250/T: ▼ Access Test Log 4250/T ▼ ▲ Hide Test Log 4250/T ▲ SCP-4250 Test Log (Abridged for sake of simplicity) Test R12 - 9/13/17 Subject: D-67893 Procedure: Subject was given SCP-4250-4. Results: D-67893 wrote a 174-page novel detailing the culturally taboo (in the context of the literary universe) but passionate relationship between two princes from rivalling kingdoms: one elf, one human. The story culminates in the revelation to the rest of the characters that the two princes were in love, ending in a unification treaty between the two kingdoms. Story was published on a digital medium. Subject claimed no knowledge of the story’s contents following this test, but acknowledged the handwriting to be theirs, while in disbelief that they wrote such a “gay-ass book” [sic]. Note: Cognitohazardous page was disposed of without incident. Test B9 - 10/22/17 Subject: D-77201 Procedure: Subject was given SCP-4250-1 Results: Subject proceeded to write a 386 page novel concerning a divorce between a middle-aged couple, and the subsequent attempts of the husband to win back the heart of his ex-wife. Eventually, the husband gives up, acknowledging that he cannot win back his ex-wife’s love, and turns to a life of seafaring on a personal sailboat. Story was published under the alias of “Leo Wexler” via a Foundation front company, reaching #78 on the Goodreads7 list of the best 100 fiction works of the year. D-77201 claimed to not remember his writing process, but accepted the work as his own once it was revealed to him that his book had reached a significant audience. Note: Accidental exposure of Junior Researcher ██████████ to SCP-4250-1’s cognitohazard. Site-64 security quickly apprehended Junior Researcher ██████████ and placed him in the medical bay on suicide watch. ██████████ made a full recovery following the administration of counteracting memetic agents. Test V5 - 12/01/17 Subject: D-23595 Procedure: Subject was given SCP-4250-6 Results: Subject proceeded to write a novel about SCP-████, SCP-████, SCP-████, and SCP-████, which, in collaboration with [DATA EXPUNGED] leading to an XK-Class scenario, and the aftermath, wherein [DATA EXPUNGED] Note: Botched disposal of the cognitohazard led to the deaths of four research personnel and the subject. Containment procedures revised accordingly. Interview 4250/1: ▼ Access Interview 4250/1 ▼ ▲ Hide Interview 4250/1▲ Interview of POI-66921 Interviewed: POI-66921 - Rachel Long Interviewer: Senior Researcher Jonas Tambor Foreword: Following the publishing of D-77201’s novel online, POI-66921, of the GOI “Are We Cool Yet” intentionally made contact with the Foundation, and allowed herself to be taken into Foundation custody. The following was recorded on 1/7/18, two days after POI-66921 was taken into custody. <Begin Log> Tambor: Good afternoon, Ms. Long. How are you feeling? Long: Decent enough, I guess. Tambor: Glad to hear it. Long: You guys are pretty nice to me, considering the circumstances. Tambor: The circumstances are why we are treating you so well. You surrendered yourself into Foundation custody. That makes things a lot easier for us. Let me look through your file… Tambor pauses to examine the dossier Tambor: Says here you’ve been with “Are We Cool Yet” for quite a bit of time. Nearly ten years. Long: Sounds about right. Tambor: We’ve got an object in our custody that seems to fit the lines of something you would do. Long: Mmm. Pens? Tambor: Yes, actually. You know something about this? Long: How much is this info worth to you, exactly? Tambor: You surrendered yourself into Foundation custody. You’re not negotiating from a position of strength. If you wanted to bargain, you should’ve done that before you got here. Long: I need to eat, Doctor- Tambor: It’s, uh, researcher, actually. Are you hungry? I can bring you something from the site cafeteria. Long: I mean I have bills to pay. Making art takes time and effort, and I have projects I’ve been planning out. I want to be fairly compensated for the information I give you. Tambor: I’ll see what can be done. In the meantime, I’d like to request that you start talking. Long: Not until I get a guarantee. A hundred thousand dollars. Cash. Researcher Tambor sighs and pauses for a minute. Tambor: Fifty thousand. Long: Eighty. Tambor: Seventy-five. Long: Fine. Seventy-five thousand dollars. Tambor: Okay. Now. Let’s talk. Long: The pens. Tambor: Yes. The pens. What do you know about them? Long: Well, I made them, for one thing. Transcripted an existing set of pens, and gave the new ones their traits. It’s all pretty simple, actually. Tambor: Why would you do this? Make these pens? Long: It was a gift, for… a friend of mine. Someone who loved to write, but struggled with the creative process. You know how it is. She’s sweet. I gave her the pens, they were for her. I… don’t know how you guys got them. Tambor: I’m not at liberty to discuss that information. Long: I’m sure. Tambor: Did she have a name? Long: I just called her Tessa. We didn’t share our real identities. Too risky, you never knew if somebody was just an informant. For the GOC or any other group that didn’t tolerate us. Tambor: Ah. Long: Sorry I can’t tell you more. Tambor: Don’t worry about it. Tambor: Why add the compulsion for constant writing? Most of our tests end with the subjects acquiring carpal-tunnel. We have to use IV drips just to keep them alive! Long: That was never a concern for her. She’s better than most people, in a lot of ways. And it was only so she could get her stories done quickly. Tambor: And the cognitohazards? Why make them lethal? Hell, why make them at all? Wouldn’t those pose a serious threat to your friend? Long: Like I said. She’s better. She wasn’t always like us. She wasn’t affected. Long sighs and pauses for a moment Long: Every work of art needs a signature, anyhow. It’s what we do. Think of it as… the back cover flap on a book. Tambor: Ah. Long: And now, some hack named Wexler has published something written with my tools, my work. I don’t just want that money to pay my rent. I want it because you’ve used my work. Without my permission. I want restitution. Tambor: “Leo Wexler” is a fake name we made for D-77201’s story. How did you know it was his? Long: There were clues in the writing. It followed all the signs of someone having used the blue one. And there were certain phrases, that I knew, I knew someone using the pen had written. Tambor: Such as? Long: There’s a part where the main character notes that “the sparrow’s song is sweet”, another where he says “All washed, cleansed years”, and so forth. If you know what to look for, it’s easy to spot. Tambor: I see. Well, Ms. Long, I appreciate your time. I think we have what we need to know. Long: That was… quick. Can I leave yet? Tambor: I’ll have to discuss that with the site director. In the meantime, can I get you anything? Long: Just some water, please, thanks. Tambor: I’ll get on that. <END LOG> Note: POI-66921 currently remains in Foundation custody as per order of Site Director Holman. Researcher Tambor was reprimanded for promising financial resources to a member of a disruptive and potentially threatening group of interest. No financial resources have been allocated to POI-66921. Footnotes 1. See Test Log 4250/T, Test V5 2. Specifically of the V5 series 3. Analysis of the serial numbers on SCP-4250-1 through -6, compared with Pilot production records, indicate that no such pens were produced in any official capacity. 4. Instances of SCP-4250-A have been observed collecting between 100 to 400 sheets of paper 5. Such cognitohazards have no effect on SCP-4250-A until after the subject no longer exhibits anomalous properties 6. Not all works written using SCP-4250 involve every corresponding theme described below, but all works consistently involve at least one 7. A website not affiliated with the Foundation, dedicated to cataloging literary works ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4250" by Lady Zero, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4250. 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-4251 | safe | Dense ground foliage within SCP-4251. Item #: SCP-4251 Special Containment Procedures: A Stationary Task Force is to prevent entry into the area by patrolling the perimeter. Any individuals approaching the area are to be told that it is closed off for conservation efforts. Gravitational readings within SCP-4251 are to be monitored regularly via a gravimeter placed at its epicenter. Any uncharacteristic fluctuations are to be investigated immediately. Description: SCP-4251 is an area of land approximately 35 km2 located within the Northern Forest Complex in northern Myanmar. The area exhibits a gravitational pull that is alternately significantly lower and significantly higher than the average level of gravity on the rest of Earth (g), with fluctuations between the two states occurring abruptly every 230 to 247 days. Gravitational pull during periods of low gravity has been measured at an average of .102g1. During periods of high gravity, it has been measured at an average of 7.04g2. The gravitational pull is strongest at its epicenter, gradually reducing in strength towards the edge of the anomaly. SCP-4251 contains a self-sustaining ecosystem of both plant and animal life. For a detailed list of descriptions, consult document 4251-EXT. Organisms found within SCP-4251 are not classed as anomalous instances as of 4/16/2011 (see addenda). Addendum SCP-4251-1: Video Exploration Logs DOWNLOAD: 4251_remote_viewing.avi 4251_remote_viewing.avi Remote Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 07/12/2010 Notes: The area was located by word of mouth from local civilians. Initial exploration was attempted with a multi-rotor aerial drone equipped with serrated rotary blades designed for cutting foliage in the forested region. The exploration occurred during a period of low gravity. Event log notes the distance from the epicenter of the anomalous region. [BEGIN LOG] +3.6 km: Drone is deployed at the approximate edge of the anomalous region, in a section of temperate rainforest. +3 km: The makeup of the area's flora has changed notably. There are few trees, and leafy ground plants are taller than at entry point. Insectoid life appears standard. A large hooded treepie bird (Crypsirina cucullata) is seen in flight. Due to the reduced gravity, the drone has begun to accelerate; forward propulsion is reduced to compensate for the lack of resistance. +2.1 km: No trees are visible. Remaining foliage consists of leafy plant life superficially similar to ferns and broad-leaf evergreens. This foliage extends vertically an estimated 6 m from the ground in thin strands, similar to the distribution of a high grass. Leaves are enlarged when compared to normative plant life. Rotary blades are activated as the anomaly complicates navigation through the forest. Forward thrust has been reduced considerably. +1.3 km: Camera captures an insectoid approximately .75 m in diameter on a thin web suspended in the foliage. It is dark brown in color, with grey markings on its carapace that form concentric diamond shapes. Though resembling a spider, the insectoid has twelve limbs. A jointed filament extends from the back side of its abdomen, resembling a tail. The filament splits into multiple points at the end; it moves from side to side. +0.4 km: Drone enters a clearing in the foliage. Camera is angled to reveal that the drone is directly above a body of water. Forward propulsion is minimal and gravitational effects appear to have stabilized with no further change. Drone is piloted lower, to hover over the water. Drone is rotated and camera pans right to reveal two mammalians at the edge of the water. Each is approximately the size of a wolf and is close to the ground, with 4 short, thick legs ending in hooves. The animals are covered in uniform brown fur, with a head similar to that of an antelope. They have short, forward-facing horns. Between the two limbs on each side of the body is a fold of membranous tissue (patagium). The drone is piloted closer; the animals startle. They rapidly leave the area, alternately leaping and using the patagium to glide moderate distances. 0 km: Plant matter has begun to accumulate on the rotary blades. Given the risk of entanglement, forward propulsion is increased and the drone is piloted upwards. More insectoids matching the earlier description are visible in the upper portions of the foliage, which extends approximately 7 m above ground level. The drone is returned to the research camp and samples are collected from the material on the body of the drone. [END LOG] DOWNLOAD: 4251_init_exploration.avi 4251_init_exploration.avi Audio/Video Fieldwork Log Transcript Date: 07/13/2010 Personnel: Dr. Antony Duchesne (Gravitational physics); Assistant Researcher Naresh Baral (Exobotany) Expedition Goals: To collect samples; to deliver a gravimeter for the continued measurement of the anomaly; to describe the extent of anomalous life found within SCP-4251. Notes: The following are excerpts taken from the expedition footage. The complete footage may be requested from the archives, entry LOC-4251. [BEGIN LOG] Baral: Okay, it's running. Duchesne: Great. Thank you. Alright, we are about, uh, half a kilometer into the area. We're starting to see some changes. Doesn't feel much different yet. The camera focuses briefly on Dr. Duchesne's face before Assistant Researcher Baral pans it side to side to capture a panoramic shot of the area. Baral: So, the most interesting thing at this point is the lack of trees. The forest is still dense, but it's more ferns and bushes. Everything looks healthy. There's no, uh, weird smells. Anything else we need to mention? Duchesne: No. That's good. Just keep the camera running. We could probably turn it off for a while, but (pause) No, let's keep it on just in case. Baral: In case we get eaten. Duchesne: We're not going to get eaten. We've got stun batons in case of predators. We figured guns would be too risky in this environment. We don't know what the anomaly might do to the trajectory of a bullet. Baral: Did you ever get into guns? Shooting or anything? Duchesne: Let's try not to talk about irrelevant stuff. We're just making more work for the transcriber. Baral: Sorry. <Cut.> The expedition has reached a depth of approximately 1.5 km. The camera captures high, leafy fronds. The expedition crew are moving through it, using their hands to push the plants aside. Baral: You kind of don't notice the trees are going away until they're gone. They- oh my god. There's one. Camera focuses on an insectoid similar to those discovered via drone investigation. The insectoid is approximately .3 m in diameter and is motionless in its web, suspended between two fern-like plant stems. Its "tail" moves from side to side in rapid "flicks". Baral: This one is small. Wow. Can you hold this while I get the book? Baral passes the camera to Duchesne. Camera captures Baral opening a field guide titled "Spiders of Central Asia". He spends some time looking through the pages. Baral: It looks the most like a Psechrus. For the transcriber, that's P-S-E-C-H-R-U-S. It's got that little tail, though. Duchesne passes the camera back to Baral, who records 55 seconds of footage of the insectoid. At this distance, small, clawlike protrusions are visible on the ends of its limbs. The insectoid moves abruptly, its "tail" curling up over its body. Baral: Let's not scare him. <Cut.> A shot of a grey moth with a wingspan of approximately 15 cm, gliding slowly. The moth unfurls a second, smaller set of wings from the sides of its abdomen. The second set of wings are oriented vertically and flap forward, against the moth's trajectory, to slow its movement. <Cut.> Duchesne: We are very solidly in reduced gravity now. Movement is easier because we're so much lighter, but it's uncomfortable. It feels a bit wrong, like being underwater. We're getting close to the center, I think. Judging by how fast the drone was moving. I made some calculations. Baral: Can you go ahead a bit so I can get a good shot of the movement? Duchesne: Yeah. Duchesne is taking large, slow steps. Each step propels him a significant distance from the floor, from which he descends slowly. He pushes the foliage aside with both hands. There is little resistance. Baral: Yeah. We're on the moon. The plants are really soft. No rigidity at all. They wouldn't need it to stay upright. (pause) Did you hear that? Duchesne: No. Duchesne turns to face the camera. He jumps once to an unusual height and slowly descends. Baral: This is insane. We're, uh- we're going to plant the instrument now, I think. The roots are pretty dense, so it's going to be difficult securing it. [END LOG] Expedition Outcomes: Samples of plant and insectoid life collected; gravimeter placed; possible evidence of anomalous mammalian life observed. DOWNLOAD: 4251_mtf_exploration.avi 4251_mtf_exploration.avi Exploration Video Log Transcript Date: 08/26/2010 Exploration Team: MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") Notes: After the initial incursion into SCP-4251, Dr. Duchesne and his assistant returned to laboratory facilities to analyze data for the planning of further explorations. Five weeks later, the gravimeter placed within the anomaly registered an abrupt and drastic change in gravitational pull from 0.92 m/s2 to 70.6 m/s2. MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") were selected for their familiarity with gravitational anomalies and outfitted with reinforced High-Pressure Environment suits to allow for normal locomotion under high gravity before being deployed to the area. The following are excerpts taken from the expedition footage. The complete footage may be requested from the archives, entry MTF-4251. [BEGIN LOG] Zeta-9-1: Are we good? Command: Audio and video online. Proceed whenever you're ready. I'm turning you over to Doctor Duchesne. Zeta-9-1: Doctor? Duchesne: I can hear you. Whose body cam am I looking through? Command: The team leader's. Zeta-9-1: Yeah. Alright. Time at insertion: five twenty-seven A.M. <Cut.> Zeta-9-3: We're seeing some of that thinning of the forest. It's getting easier to maneuver. Duchesne: How are you feeling? Zeta-9-2: Either the gear is working or we aren't in deep enough yet. Duchesne: The forest is a lot looser than before. I would assume those plants were heavily affected by the anomaly. <Cut.> The team is approximately half a kilometer from the central biome. The landscape is now made up solely of ground plants. Zeta-9-1: No one drop anything. The gravity in here will smash it for you, whatever it is. Duchesne? Want to look at this plant life now? Duchesne: Yes. How dense is it? Zeta-9-1 stops and kneels. Dense ground cover is visible, made up of leafy vines and a ground plant resembling ferns native to the area. He uses his hands to pull on some of the vines, then pushes at the earth with a finger. There is very little give. He pushes the first joint of his finger into the dirt. Zeta-9-1: I can't really get my hands down into the dirt. It's dense. It feels like this thing has a really dense root system. These look like the plants we saw from the first trip, just horizontal. Duchesne: That might be exactly what we're looking at. But the others had larger leaves. I wonder if those died off. Zeta-9-4: I'm taking a sample. Duchesne: Thank you. Zeta-9-4: Wait. Look at this. Zeta-9-1 stands and approaches Zeta-9-4, who is kneeling. He bends down. Camera footage captures a cluster of opaque white eggs beneath some of the foliage. Each is approximately the size of a marble. Zeta-9-3: Spider eggs? Zeta-9-2: We haven't seen any spiders. Actually, we haven't seen any insects in a while. Zeta-9-3: Should I touch one? Duchesne: Carefully. Zeta-9-3: It's hard. Really hard. Duchesene: Take a sample. It's about the only thing small enough. Zeta-9-3 carefully separates one eggs from the others. They are bonded together into a cluster with a thick, viscous substance that also adheres them to the ground. Zeta-9-3: It's like rubber cement. Zeta-9-3 detaches a container for biological specimens from her belt and places the egg within it. <Cut.> At a distance, Zeta-9-1's body cam shows 3 animals resembling large, scaled rodents. Each is approximately 2 m length by 1.5 m width. They move at a slow crawl, alternately moving the limbs on the left and then on the right side of the body in a horizontal "climbing" motion. Each limb ends in a paw with long, curved talons. Zeta-9-1: We've got three (pause) of whatever the fuck this is. Should we get closer? Command: Negative. Do not approach. Zeta-9-4: Are they coming over? Command: Hold your position unless you see signs of aggression. Duchesne: You're faster than they are with those suits. The team holds their position in silence for 16 minutes while the creatures approach them. They move to avoid the team and pass by them on the left without acknowledgement. <Cut.> One of the mammalians identified during remote exploration snuffles along the ground, apparently hunting for food. It is significantly leaner than those seen previously. Zeta-9-4: (laughs quietly) (whispering) They seem docile. <Cut.> The MTF has reached the lake previously identified by remote exploration. Zeta-9-2 is visible by the water, looking into it. Zeta-9-2: You need to come and look at this. Zeta-9-1: What is it? Zeta-9-2: Birds. (loud inbreath) God. Zeta-9-1 approaches and angles his body cam down into the water. The lake deepens drastically less than a meter from the shore. Visible are a group of large creatures resembling birds swimming in the water. Each creature has long, trailing feathers on the wings and tail. The wings are being flapped for propulsion, with the tail acting as a rudder. The rest of the body is feathered in blue and brown. <Cut.> Zeta-9-1: We're all good here, Command. Command: Anything else before they begin extraction, Doctor? Duchesne: I guess not. Zeta-9-1: We're going to push through to the other side, find out what things look like where this ends. Command: Acknowledged. <Cut.> Zeta-9-1 stands stationary to capture a still shot of 2 furred mammalians, who are lying down side by side. One is nuzzling the other's neck. [END LOG] Addendum SCP-4251-2: Final Observations from Dr. Duchesne Final Observations from Dr. Duchesne Entry Date: 4/16/2011 Entry Author: Dr. Antony Duchesne, Principal Investigator The following remarks refer to the publishing of our findings regarding the genetic and anatomical makeup of the organisms found within SCP-4251. Analysis has shown that these creatures, despite being strange to look at, do not possess any characteristics that could not arise naturally in an ecosystem. Many of them appear to be the genetic descendants of species believed long-extinct. The arachnids found in the area, for example, closely resemble Chimerarachne yingi, an arachnid believed to have existed 100 million years ago, and the fossilized remains of which have been found in northern Myanmar. Although I initially believed that these organisms held anomalous properties themselves, I now see that I was wrong. As a result, I am recommending that these organisms no longer be classified as SCP instances, due to their lack of anomalous properties. There are some who would argue that their inclusion within an SCP is sufficient to justify this classification, but if that is the case, where do we draw the line? At what point are the ferns merely ferns, and at what point are they anomalies? At the border of the anomalous region? Or only those found within the central biome? From what we can observe, the organisms have in no way contributed to the existence of the gravitational anomaly - their presence within it speaks only to the adaptability of life on Earth, and perhaps the ubiquity of life itself. I hope you will take these considerations into account. Footnotes 1. Between .8 m/s2 and 1.2 m/s2. 2. Between 66.7 m/s2 and 71.3 m/s2. |
SCP-4252 | keter | Item#: 4252 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-4252-A1, post neutralization (See Incident-01) Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4252-A is held in an airtight, windowless room, structurally disconnected from Site-96. The room filters into a 200,000L drum buried below the site. On the first of every month, SCP-4252's activation phrase, as found on SCP-4252-B, should be vocalized. Upon the manifestation of SCP-4252, all personnel present must bow, refer to it as "Lord Jethusent", and each recite one of the complimentary phrases provided below: Phrase List Hide Phrase List "You are so wise, Lord Jethusent" "You are so brave, Lord Jethusent" "You are so kind, Lord Jethusent" "You are so small, Lord Jethusent" "You are so pure, Lord Jethusent" "Lord Jethusent, you spoil us with your grace" "Your smallness is immensely large, oh Jethusent the Mighty King" "I am lucky to be in your presence, Lord Jethusent" "Long live Lord Jethusent" Once SCP-4252 gives the command, all personnel are to avert their eyes, and all cameras are to be temporarily disabled for the duration of 30 seconds, at which point cameras are to be re-enabled and all activities are to resume as usual. Description: SCP-4252-A refers to a collection of four objects, hereby referred to as SCP-4252-A1, SCP-4252-A2, SCP-4252-A3, and SCP-4252-A4, all of which are filled with baked beans. SCP-4252-A1 is a clock, identical to a Bernard Products brand quartz wall clock. SCP-4252-A2 is a brown leather briefcase of unknown make. SCP-4252-A3 is a cardboard coffee cup sporting the Starbucks Coffee Company logo. SCP-4252-A4 is a 2015 Toyota Highlander. Prior to Incident-01, all four objects had the same anomalous properties, but following the event, SCP-4252-A1 has been neutralized. SCP-4252-A2, SCP-4252-A3, and SCP-4252-A4 infinitely produce baked beans via unknown methods. Probing the interiors has found no evidence of any physical passage through which the baked beans enter, indicating that they manifest directly within the objects. There is no known way to stop the beans from being produced. Without the use of SCP-4252, the beans would breach containment in less than three months. SCP-4252 is a humanoid entity no more than half a meter tall. It wears a long, silk robe covered in jewels, and a crown made of bronze, with a single, ruby ovoid in the center. SCP-4252 is able to manifest and demanifest, however, prior to Incident-01, it was only ever observed to appear when a specific phrase, found on SCP-4252-B, was spoken. SCP-4252-B is a fabric ribbon of unknown origin. Written across the face, in gold sequins, is the following phrase: Jethusent the Mighty King Please bless our presence with your own Consume our Bubbling Beanous Bile From up atop your sparkling throne Once every month, when the phrase is spoken out loud, SCP-4252 will manifest nearby and request all those around it to bow and shower it with compliments. It will become increasingly agitated if these needs are not met swiftly, and has threatened to demanifest following further noncompliance. Once SCP-4252 is satisfied, it will locate SCP-4252-A and proceed to consume all of the baked beans that have been produced. However, personnel attempting to monitor this, either through direct observation or via camera recording, are met with a request by SCP-4252 to stop watching it, as it "can't do it when people are looking". Because of this, no visual evidence exists of SCP-4252's removal of the baked beans, but audio recordings indicate the sounds of a viscous substance being violently disturbed. When all the beans are removed, SCP-4252 will demanifest, leaving with a forceful belch, the loudest of which has measured at well over 120 decibels. Attempting to summon SCP-4252 again by means of its activation phrase are met with a dial tone, and a voice recording of SCP-4252 indicating that it is "not ready yet, give me like a month and I'll get back to you". Further attempts result in a dial tone. Incident-01: ▶ Play Video Log 4252.1 ∎ End Video Log 4252.1 22:02:19:04 04-06-2019 A humanoid figure, similar in size to SCP-4252, but with a tall pointed hat and a blue robe, manifests in SCP-4252-A's containment room. It looks frantically around before removing a long, red wand from a pocket in its robe. It points the object at SCP-4252-A1 and a bolt of green light shoots out of it, hitting SCP-4252-A1. 22:02:38:27 04-06-2019 SCP-4252 manifests and tackles the figure. They wrestle for 30 seconds, at which point the intruder grabs SCP-4252's arm and breaks it. SCP-4252 screams, kicks the figure's head, and continues to do so until it stops moving. SCP-4252 steps away to breathe, then collapses on the ground in front of the figure's body and begins to sob heavily. 22:04:13:10 04-06-2019 SCP-4252 collects itself and leans over the body of the figure. It gingerly closes the body's eyes, whispers something inaudible, grabs the corpse, and demanifests. Note: Following this incident, SCP-4252-A1 remains in a neutralized state. SCP-4252 continues to manifest as usual, but where its right arm was previously, there is now a mechanical replacement limb. Due to the self-manifestation of SCP-4252, it has been reclassified as Keter. Show Translations Hide Translations CN - http://scp-wiki-cn.wikidot.com/scp-4252 |
SCP-4253 | safe | Item #: SCP-4253 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4253 is to be contained within a standard holding cell. Under no circumstances are personnel allowed to enter SCP-4253's containment chamber without full body protective gear. Containment units are to be cleaned tri-monthly and should be guarded by no less than four (4) armed security personnel at a time. All access to SCP-4253-A is forbidden without written permission from Dr. Hallows or specified 04 personnel. Description: SCP-4253 is a race of unoccupied early 20th-century diving suits of unknown origin that consistently ooze an unidentified yellow substance, both the suits and substance are of undetermined composition (anomalous substance is to be referred to as SCP-4253-A). Exposure to SCP-4253-A triggers an effect in mammalian lifeforms that causes asphyxiation via instant formation of water in the lungs and other organs, inevitably resulting in death by drowning. The unattended buildup of SCP-4253-A will coagulate and begin to produce fumes with identical properties as SCP-4253-A. This hardening process takes one month to complete and still occurs if SCP-4253-A has not been removed from the body it has affected. Autopsies of those affected by SCP-4253-A indicate approximately 80 liters of water accumulate within the lungs and other organs; the process in which this water is formed remains unknown. Upon initial examination of SCP-4253 at Site-██, subject appears to have significant wear but proves resistant to all attempts made by the foundation to terminate or damage SCP-4253. Despite the seemingly indestructible nature of SCP-4253, testing has shown that SCP-4253 is capable of inflicting considerable damage upon itself (See Experiment #4253-9A). Inspection has also resulted in the discovery of engraved symbols on the back of SCP-4253's helmet with no known meaning, it should be noted that symbols found on the back of SCP-4253's helmet vary among instances. SCP-4253 appears to possess characteristics resembling sentience, as SCP-4253 has been observed communicating with other versions of itself. (See Experiment 4253-9A). Based on the observatory nature of SCP-4253 as well as its sheer numbers, Dr. Hallows theorizes that SCP-4253 is a scouting vessel for an unknown group or entity located deep beneath the North Atlantic Ocean (See Expedition Finding 4253-1983). Addendum Discovery: SCP-4253 was first discovered in the late 1970s when a civilian was found deceased on the mainland of ██████, possessing four (4) times more water in their organ system than naturally occurs in the human body. Shortly after dispatch and investigation by MTF Gamma-6 ("Deep Feeders") a figure resembling a humanoid in a deep sea diving suit was found roaming under the town's docks seventeen (17) kilometers west of the incident. Following the first discovery of SCP-4253, more circumstances of unexplainable hydro-asphyxiation related to SCP-4253-A have appeared across Europe. The foundation has launched many retrieval attempts to these locations, although most have been unsuccessful in locating and apprehending SCP-4253. It is indeterminable how many instances of SCP-4253 are in existence, however, three have been contained across several land-locked countries and have been categorized accordingly: SCP-4253-1, SCP-4253-2, and SCP-4253-3. Addendum #1: Dr. Hallows has propositioned a new task force be initiated by the foundation to monitor activity unique to SCP-4253 with the intent of preventing knowledge of SCP-4253 becoming public. As of now, the 05 council is still considering the task force's implementation. Experiment #4253-9A: During this test, SCP-4253-1 and SCP-4253-3 were moved to a 16x16 meter containment chamber with the objective of observing their interactions. Both SCP-4253-1 and SCP-4253-3 initially appeared to have recognized one another but chose not to engage. 10 minutes into testing SCP-4253-1 had torn out a piece of itself by penetrating part of its diving suit and handed SCP-4253-3 a yellow mass considered to be SCP-4253's flesh. SCP-4253-3 began to absorb the flesh, following this event both entities began to face each other. During their interaction, occasional hand gestures are made suggesting that SCP-4253-1 and SCP-4253-3 are communicating. The subject and method of this communication are currently unknown. Following Experiment #4253-9A, SCP-4253-3 began to behave differently than previous records indicate. SCP-4253-3 exhibited signs of awareness that only SCP-4253-1 had shown in containment. During a routine cleaning of SCP-4253-3's containment chamber, SCP-4253-3 displayed an understanding of the foundation's schedule almost instantaneously, despite being in containment for only 2 weeks at the time. SCP-4253-3 possessed nearly the same understanding of its condition as SCP-4253-1. Dr. Hallows believes that the absorption of SCP-4253's interior makeup is a transfer of knowledge rather than a greeting as originally assumed. SCP-4253-B Pendant found in sea cave Expedition Finding 4253-1983: An expedition team led by Dr. Hallows had obtained a medallion from an undersea cave south of the Maury Seachannel. The medallion is 10.8 centimeters in diameter and 1 centimeter in thickness and displays engraved symbols similar to the marks on the back of SCP-4253's helmet, leading senior researchers to speculate that this is evidence of a potential deep-sea civilization. Pendant has been classified as SCP-4253-B due to its connection with the anomaly. |
SCP-4254 | keter | Archive photo of a SCP-4254 manifestation shortly before demanifestation. Item #: SCP-4254 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the inconsistent and widespread range of SCP-4254 manifestations, containment efforts are to focus on information control and amnestic application rather than physical apprehension. Foundation watch teams are to maintain observation of past SCP-4254 manifestation locations, as well as the Graceland mansion in Memphis, Tennessee. Witnesses to SCP-4254 manifestations are to be administered amnestics on a case-by-case basis, depending on the level of anomalous behaviour demonstrated during said manifestation. Description: SCP-4254 is the collective designation for an as-of-yet unknown number of incorporeal entities superficially resembling deceased musician Elvis Presley, which spontaneously appear and disappear at variable locations. SCP-4254 manifestations have been known to occur throughout the entire territory of the United States of America, with smaller numbers appearing in parts of Germany. The majority of these manifestations occur at locations either frequented or performed at by Presley during his lifetime, although outliers have been noted. Upon manifestation, instances of SCP-4254 will remain in one location and engage in behaviour such as dancing and singing in the manner of one of Presley's performances. Attempts to engage with the SCP-4254 instance at this time will completely be ignored, and continuous attempts will result in an early demanifestation and immediate remanifestation in another location. The length of these performances are inconsistent, and have been known to vary from a few minutes to several hours. Once the performance concludes, there is a brief window of time during which an SCP-4254 instance will respond to questioning and other forms of engagement. All instances of SCP-4254 are capable of speech, but will mostly do so by quoting lyrics from Elvis Presley songs; when they do not communicate in this way, it is via extremely short and simple sentences. The period of time during which an SCP-4254 instance will respond to questioning is extremely short, and usually lasts only two to three minutes before the instance demanifests. Interview Log 4254-1: The following are collected transcripts of exchanges with Foundation Agents immediately following SCP-4254 performances. Note that these exchanges are only possible when the performance is lengthy enough for Agents to reach the area before it concludes. <Begin Log> Agent Marlow: Hello? Can you understand me? SCP-4254: Like a river surely to the sea. Agent Marlow: What are you? Where did you come from? SCP-4254: Well, it's down the end of lonely street. Agent Marlow: Lonely street … somewhere where it's just you, then? Is that right? What are you doing here? (SCP-4254 demanifests.) <End Log> <Begin Log> Agent Ogden: What are you doing here? This is a grocery store, you understand that, yes? SCP-4254: Baby, if I made you mad for something I might have said. Elvis, E-Elvis. Agent Ogden: Yes, you're dressed like Elvis Presley. Why is that? SCP-4254: You were always on my mind. You were always on my mind. With burning love. Where? Agent Ogden: Where what? (SCP-4254 demanifests.) <End Log> <Begin Log> Agent Maahir: When we last spoke to one of you fellows, you asked 'where?' and then vanished. What were you asking us, friend? SCP-4254: Don't be cruel to who a heart that's true. E-Elvis. Where? Where? Agent Maahir: You want to know where Elvis Presley is? Um. SCP-4254: A little less conversation, a little more action, please. Where? Elvis. Where? (Pause.) Agent Maahir: Well, I'm very sorry, but I'm afraid he passed away. Quite a while ago, actually. (SCP-4254 moans for several seconds straight, vibrating intensely.) Agent Maahir: I'm very sorry, are you alright? SCP-4254: Lord have mercy. Lord have mercy. Lord have mercy. Lord have mercy. Agent Maahir: Perhaps if you calmed down just a tad, we could discuss this further. SCP-4254: Don't be cruel to who a heart that's true. Elvis. Elvis! I'm so happy that you're mine. Mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine, mine. (SCP-4254 demanifests.) <End Log> Following this final interview, the number of SCP-4254 manifestations around Presley's Graceland mansion intensified severely. The number of new manifestations was concentrated specifically around Presley's burial site in the Meditation Garden, with as many as six instances appearing at a time. Addendum 4254-1 (The Blakewood Tape): On 03/23/2017, a short clip was posted onto several online paranormal communities claiming to be taken from test footage filmed for a cancelled 1977 Elvis Presley television performance shortly before the musician's death. The poster claimed to be an assistant on the set named Jacob Blakewood who had managed to smuggle the footage out of the studio following the cancellation of the performance. A transcript of the forty-four second video is as follows. Due to degradation of the original tape, no audio is present. 00:00 - 00:05: Video begins. Camera is initially facing left of the stage, but is then turned towards the center, where Presley is standing behind a microphone. As the camera moves, an individual walks in front of it, obscuring the shot for a moment. 00:06 - 00:14: An assistant runs quickly onto the set and takes an empty coffee cup from Presley. An indistinct humanoid figure is visible alongside her. No facial features or other distinguishing marks are visible. 00:15 - 00:19: The indistinct humanoid figure, facing towards Presley, takes several steps backwards away from him and then moves towards him again. Although the assistant does not react to the figure's presence, Presley's eyes visibly follow its movements. 00:20 - 00:22: The assistant leaves the stage. Two more indistinct figures appear directly behind Presley. He glances over his shoulder at them, then looks forward again, and his body language suggests extreme discomfort. 00:23 - 00:26: A fourth indistinct figure appears, kneeling on the ground next to Presley and rubbing its face against his leg. Presley moves away, passing through the entity and beginning to walk off stage. 00:27 - 00:40: As Presley continues to make his way off stage, numerous more indistinct figures begin to appear1. Another individual, identified as television director Martin Granger, approaches and appears to argue with Presley, pointing several times emphatically at his previous position on the stage. Presley shakes his head and attempts to push Granger out of the way, but meets resistance. Further indistinct figures continue to appear throughout this exchange, approaching Presley, who grows more agitated. 00:41 - 00:44: Presley shoves Granger away, sending him to the floor. As he runs off-camera, away from the stage, he can be seen crying and hyperventilating. The mass of indistinct figures, which by this point almost takes up the entire frame, follows after him. Video ends. Footnotes 1. Although the quality of the video and the sheer mass of figures, makes the exact number difficult to determine, current estimates are at sixty to seventy individual entities at this point in the video. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4254" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4254. 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-4255 | keter | Item #: SCP-4255 Level 04/4255 Classified Special Containment Procedures: Due to the widespread knowledge of the base anomalous properties of SCP-4255, it has been given the secondary classification of a Cracked-Veil Uncontained anomaly. In order to suppress further information of SCP-4255, Procedure-Yule-02 has been created. Procedure-Yule-02 occurs as follows: Annually on 12:00 PM UTC, November 22nd, memetic agents are to be implemented into all forms of media including, television programs, new works of literature, Foundation front accounts on social media websites, and various forms of performing and visual arts. These memetic agents are designed to implant false memories into parents or guardians of any children who celebrate the holiday Christmas, these memories include the purchasing of gifts that will be given to their children by SCP-4255 on December 25th and the placing of said gifts on that night by SCP-4255. Any individuals which have been unaffected by the memetic treatment described above are to be located, and manually treated. Starting on 8:00 PM UTC, December 24th, two unarmed military aircrafts are to locate, track and follow all temporal versions of SCP-4255 and make note of any noticeable changes in behavior from SCP-4255, lethal force is not permitted when interacting with SCP-4255. When all versions of SCP-4255 have vanished, all Foundation interference is to cease. After 12:00 UTC December 25th, social media to be tracked for any images of or accounts with SCP-4255, and images or conspiracy theories centered around Procedure-Yule-02. Any offending pieces of information are to be labelled as hoax or erased, with the publishers being located treated to Class-A Amnestics. In extreme cases, all viewers of any information described above are to be treated with Class-A Amnestics, with all social media being cleansed of any information on SCP-4255 or Procedure-Yule-02 that these cases could spawn. Efforts to partake in a secondary interview with SCP-4255 are to be attempted, as SCP-4255 seems to possess valuable information on controllable temporal anomalies and on the historical future of the human race. Description: SCP-4255 is a humanoid male with an aged appearance, approximately 1.4m in height and 150kg in weight. SCP-4255 appears to be in his 60-70s, however reports of SCP-4255 manifestations have dated back to 400 A.D. SCP-4255 possesses an appearance similar to the traditional attire of the character "Santa Claus1", along with the red and gold ornate sleigh that this character is known to be present in, designated SCP-4255-1. SCP-4255-1 is capable of flight via unknown means, and is able to travel at speeds of approximately 100km/h, with SCP-4255 remaining inside SCP-4255-1 during flight, even when scientifically impossible. SCP-4255-1 is drawn by eight cervid animals resembling Rangifer tarandus2, although infrared scans show that these do not possess any heat signatures, and it is currently unknown if these are living organisms. SCP-4255 manifestations periodically occur at 8:00 PM UTC December 24th each year, during which SCP-4255 will appear somewhere approximately 1km in the air above Earth's surface in SCP-4255-1. SCP-4255 and/or SCP-4255-1 appear to possess the ability to generate small-scale temporal anomalies. During its appearances, as many as 294 versions of SCP-4255 are present on across the globe at once, with many versions possessing visual differences that have not yet occurred to SCP-4255 from a linear standpoint. SCP-4255 manifestations always follow a similar pattern of events after its initial appearance. SCP-4255 will land on the roof or near a household of individual(s) that celebrate the holiday Christmas, regardless of religious background, and will use its temporal abilities to enter the household. SCP-4255 will then produce a multitude of wrapped gifts and toys, with number of gifts given varying from child to child. It is also of note that SCP-4255 has a significant understanding of the likes and dislikes of each child on Earth, with presents given having a 82.56% accuracy rate compared to what the children would liked to have received for a gift at that time. All recorded gifts have been non-anomalous, with SCP-4255 actively avoiding the giving of gifts a child wants if it could be classified as anomalous. SCP-4255 will repeat this pattern until all children who celebrate Christmas on the planet have received at least one gift from it. Attempts to approach SCP-4255 or SCP-4255-1 in an effort to capture either anomaly on the ground or in the sky have resulted in failure, with SCP-4255 using its temporal abilities to evade capture. Addendum-4255-1: Before an SCP-4255 manifestation on the year 2018, several houses of Foundation personnel were equipped with audio transmission devices, which was then used to make an official direct contact with SCP-4255 for the first time on record. (?) Show Log 4255-1 Showing Log 4255-1... Interviewed: SCP-4255 Interviewer: Researcher Mehr [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Mehr: Hello? Can you hear me? SCP-4255: Who is this? Researcher Mehr: This is Researcher Charlotte Mehr, I come from an organization whic- SCP-4255: The SZP Foundation? They told me I'd run into you guys today, aren't you the people always trailing in those jets? Those things are fucking loud up close, you know. Researcher Mehr: Um, The SCP Foundation yes, who do you mean by "they"? SCP-4255: Uh, well, it's probably going to mess up time and cause some butterfly effect shit, but they told me to tell you guys this, for some reason. Well, uh, they're called the "US Department of Chronology", pretty stupid name if you ask me, "chronology" sounds like most sci-fi-ish thing ever. (Pauses.) What year is it right now? Wanna make sure I don't say anything too major. Researcher Mehr: 2018. SCP-4255: Uh, oh god. Well, they said they're some government branch that keeps check over time travel and stuff, and well, they sort of forced me to do this. I like to go find stuff from the past and well, take it. I had one of Hitler's paintings before, a block from those pyramids that were in Africa, you know, stuff like that. Researcher Mehr: I'm afraid I don't quite follow, what does this have to do with you being, well, being- SCP-4255: I'm getting to that, just give me a sec. So one day, some government cronies came and took me away. Thought I was being careful I did, but I guess not careful enough, probably have some way to detect time travel. Anyway, they told me I had to do this, looked like I got off easy, but this got boring after a while, been doing this for like, (Pause.) two, two and a half years? One Christmas everyday. Researcher Mehr: (Pauses.) Hmm, I see, so, do you have a real name then? SCP-4255: Stan Clane, I haven't been born yet, (Laughs.) that's always a weird thing to say. You probably know me as Santa Claus or something like that, ugh, you tell a kid your name in the 5th century and the half deaf little shit tells everyone your name is (in a mocking tone) "Santa Claus!" I hope some crazy government shoots me out of the sky so I can get this hell over with. (Laughs.) Researcher Mehr: If you're a, uh, "time traveler", then when are you from? SCP-4255: 2099. Researcher Mehr: Huh, well then, how do you have such a good understanding of each child's wants for the holiday? Is this some sort of future technology? SCP-4255: Not sure I can tell you that, I've caused enough paradoxes with this one interview already. Wait a second, are you guys going to put this in a document or something? Researcher Mehr: Yes, this will be logged an- SCP-4255: SHIT! That's how they knew, they read this damn log! Researcher Mehr: Excuse me? SCP-4255: I ain't saying anything else! (SCP-4255 uses a temporal anomaly to vacate the area in SCP-4255-1.) [END LOG] Closing Statement: SCP-4255 refused all efforts to cooperate with questioning after the events of this interview, and instead yelled obscenities at interviewers when attempts to question were made. No records of a "Stan Clane" matching SCP-4255's description have been found. Addendum 4255-2: On September 4th, 2097, The Foundation Department of Chronology was formed after the discovery of replicable, controllable travel non-linearly through time was discovered. After parallels between SCP-4255's described host organization and the newly formed department were made, Stan Clane, a man matching the psychical description of SCP-4255 was tracked and placed into Foundation custody. It was later found that Clane had access to a temporal anomaly allowing him to travel through time non-linearly. To avoid a possible CK-Class Reality Reconfiguration Scenario or a PT-Class Paradoxical Time Breakdown Scenario, The Foundation is to give Clane the full capabilities to preform the actions of SCP-4255, along with the recorded appearance of SCP-4255. A large sleigh built to the specifications of SCP-4255-1 was created using several anomalies making it capable of controllable flight, along with the sleigh and Clane being equipped with devices designed to create small-scale temporal anomalies. Eight heat resistant models resembling the now extinct Rangifer tarandus were attached to the front of the sleigh in a manner that suggests they are pulling the craft behind them. Gifts given are to be produced by the BTKAI (Beta Temporal Knowledge Artificial Intelligence) unit, an AI created by the Foundation that uses time anomalies to know all information from across linear timeframe. While the BTKAI unit currently only knows information up to 20██, this number is expected known to change at a rate that will be constant enough for Clane to fulfill his duties. All other information into the BTKAI unit is classified. It is currently unknown when Clane will finish his duties as SCP-4255 Clane will finish his role as SCP-4255 on the Christmas of the year 21██. Footnotes 1. No current connection between SCP-4255 and the bishop Saint Nicholas have been made. 2. Also known by the names caribou or reindeer. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4255" by Lamentte, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4255. 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-4256 | thaumiel | Agents of the ASCI and Unusual Incidents Unit with SCP-4256 following a raid on a Chicago Spirit operation, 1932. Item #: SCP-4256 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4256 is contained in Wing B of Site-19's production area. Spare parts and tools relevant to the maintenance of SCP-4256 are kept in a specifically marked container. Use of the object is restricted to personnel trained in the operation of AutoVariable printing presses. Assignments for SCP-4256 are to be given to personnel with sub-60 scores on Foundation Loyalty Examinations, or with a history of continuous code violations. Completed orders of SCP-4256-1 are to be placed on palettes and labeled for delivery. Description: SCP-4256 is an antique industrial printing press, built in the late 1920s. Affixed to the top of SCP-4256 is a brass plaque reading "For R.C. - Kowalewicz." Individuals who operate SCP-4256 for prolonged periods (typically longer than a week) undergo a cognitive change, characterized by a decrease in or complete elimination of anti-establishment desires and behaviors. It is believed that SCP-4256 converts the desire to act in a rebellious manner into mechanical energy, as there is no visible method by which to power SCP-4256 using mundane means. SCP-4256 is capable of converting inserted paper material into SCP-4256-1. SCP-4256-1 is a form of paper which is capable of converting items inserted into it into either two-dimensional images of that item, or text which describes that item. SCP-4256 accepts all paper items for SCP-4256-1 conversion, even if they would normally be incompatible with an industrial printing press. Items such as newspapers, magazines, brochures, origami sculptures, several-page unbound manuscripts, and multiple copies of The Bible have been converted into SCP-4256-1 with no obvious issues from SCP-4256. The amount of matter that can be inserted into an SCP-4256-1 instance is only limited by its surface area. However, animals are completely incapable of surviving inside SCP-4256 for prolonged periods, usually expiring due to a lack of oxygen. SCP-4256-1 instances can then be reached into in order to retrieve the items. Due to its space efficiency and ease of transport, SCP-4256-1 was used commonly by members of the Chicago Spirit to smuggle alcohol and weapons. Factory actors also utilized SCP-4256-1 to discreetly deliver products to clients. Destruction of an SCP-4256-1 instance results in anomalous effects. Tearing an SCP-4256-1 instance will result in the expulsion of materials within, usually damaged in a manner corresponding to the tearing of the material. Burning SCP-4256-1 instances results in the items within being ejected, and the force of the ejection causing massive topographical anomalies. Areas in which SCP-4256-1 is burned have disproportionate interior and exterior dimensions, a phenomenon which was exploited by members of the Chicago Spirit. Addendum 0.02- History: Civilian reports of suspicious individuals producing objects ranging from vehicles and weapons to pieces of machinery and entire mills from folded papers had been recorded since 1932 in Chicago and other known areas operated by the Chicago Spirit. The first captured instance of SCP-4256-1 was secured in 1933 by the United States Bureau of Investigation's1 Unusual Incidents Unit, following a raid on a suspected paracriminal hideout in Swine's Den Meat Packing Facility prompted by the sudden death of an investigating agent. The location was discovered to be a large spacial anomaly owned and operated as a front by the Factory. Due to devastating losses experienced by the UIU, assistance from the American Secure Containment Initiative was requested upon discovering the Factory's connections to the Chicago Spirit via a signed letter found in the Master Foreman's office. The text on the letter has been replicated below. From the desk of Richard Chapell Thanks for the press. As a gesture of appreciation for what you've done for me, I got you a present. The spook that's been snooping around your joint won't be bothering you anymore. You should put him to work soon. Of note, the above document was discovered soaked in blood, presumably belonging to former UIU Agent Michael Boskovich. SCP-4256 was recovered and contained in 1934 following a joint ASCI-UIU raid on Richard Chapell's safe house2. A series of correspondences with various individuals were discovered, including a chain of letters with the Master Foreman of the Factory location. The letter's text is replicated below. FROM: FACTORY EXTERNAL MESSAGE MASTER FOREMAN 12-21 KOWALEWICZ MESSAGE ID: I-49392 IMPORTANCE: Medium BODY: Mister Chapell, It is with great pleasure that I write to you today in celebration of the five-year anniversary of our business relations. As a present, the Factory and I bestow upon you this extravagant printing press capable of recreating the properties of the paper used to deliver it to you. For additional mileage of the gift, I recommend having your least enthusiastic men use it. This will correct unwanted behaviors quickly. Here is to another five years. SCP-4256's cognition-altering properties were discovered in 1936, and widespread use of SCP-4256-1 instances by the ASCI followed, with J. Edgar Hoover often personally selecting individuals to operate SCP-4256 based on their loyalty to him and the organization as a whole. Due to the cognition-altering capabilities of SCP-4256, it is believed Hoover utilized the anomaly to suppress the spread of rumors of his alleged relationship with Bureau of Investigations Associate Director Clyde Tolson. Under the ASCI, SCP-4256-1 was commonly used to facilitate the discreet transport of resources such as ammunition and emergency provisions, as well as larger items such as vehicles and, in one case, construction supplies. Following its integration into the modern Foundation, usage of SCP-4256-1 continued, and it was later integrated into the containment procedures for three SCP objects necessitating containment in a two-dimensional space. SCP-4256-1 usage was largely discontinued for purposes outside of containment following the advent of stable wormhole generation in 2005. Despite this, all Foundation panic bunkers are equipped with a modified SCP-4256-1 instance containing 5 years worth of water, food, fuel, as well as tools and means of communicating with other sites. An estimated 89% of Foundation personnel within the continental United States (including at Sites 17, 19, and 77) are currently under SCP-4256's effects. Plans for implementation in the containment of humanoid anomalies are currently in development. Carroll #280/R-01221 Collab-Con / Footnotes 1. The predecessor of the modern FBI. 2. Chapell was able to evade custody. |
SCP-4257 | safe | Item #: SCP-4257 Level 2/4257 Classified D-8991 4 hours after ingestion of SCP-4257. Special Containment Procedures: Nine of the 15 known instances of SCP-4257 are kept in a secure container at Site-81. The six instances not in containment are currently in low-earth orbit with an expected reentry date of 2041/10/10. Testing of SCP-4257 on human subjects requires approval from the Ethics Committee and the Department of Orbital Objects Tracking (DOOT). SCP-4257. Description: SCP-4257 is the group designation for 15 pills created by parapharmacologist and Person of Interest "dado". The pills are bottled in a standard orange prescription container with the words "space drive by dado" written on the surface by a black marker. Once ingested, SCP-4257 will transform the subject into an automobile, designated SCP-4257-1, over the course of an hour. The make and model of which is that typically used within their cultural background and age group. SCP-4257-1 will lack components or possess mechanical complications analogous to their human physical disabilities, although these do not appear to affect its primary anomalous properties. SCP-4257-1 entities retain their memories and personality after transformation and can perform rudimentary communication via the manipulation of their components. SCP-4257-1 instances are capable of moving in only two directions: the direction opposite of Earth's gravity and forward. Instances can achieve high velocities with low amounts of fuel and do not require contact with a surface to move. Addendum 4257-1: Discovery SCP-4257 was discovered on 2020/01/22 following a report from NORAD1 of an object on an anomalous flight path entering low-earth orbit. Satellite imaging of the object identified it as a 2001 Chevy Malibu with a missing headlight and rust covering over 80% of its frame. Six instances of SCP-4257 were recorded floating in the automotive's cabin. Tracking of its flight trajectory led Foundation agents to the abandoned home of a Dave Gelespie where the remaining nine pills were recovered. Addendum 4257-2: Recovered Message Logs Note: The following instant messaging excerpts were discovered on the personal computer of Dave Gelespie. Timestamp: 2020/01/20 07:22 PM Hello? Is this Dado? Ben said you could help me. yes. this is dado. what u need? I'm not doing well. The doctors have given up on treating my cancer. u want can sirs gone? I wish. No, I just want help finishing my bucket list. I was told you can accomplish some far out things. yes. people trust dado for fine dado product. Ok, can you get me into space? If I'm going to die, I want to die in space. space? how much space u need? like in tire dado wear house? No, like outer space. You know, the final frontier? like elon man? Yes! Like Elon Musk. Can you do that? yes. dado is fine business owner like elon man and the bezos. can do space drive 2. Great! How long will it take? I don't have a lot of time left. 2 days, dado have amazon prime. Wow, you are fast. How much do I owe you? no charge dado do this for everyone who want take space drive. like elon man and the bezos. Thank you! Timestamp: 2020/01/22 01:57 PM Hey, I got some pills with your name on them in the mail today. I thought you were going to send me to space? yes. dado send u pills for space drive. How are pills going to get me to space??? This isn't some Heaven's Gate2 kind of bullshit, is it? trust dado. pills work. dado test on hamster. now it drive on sealing. I just took one and don't feel very good. Like, this is worse than the chemo. is working. go outside. Why? Will the fresh air help? dado not lie able for damage 2 home. Footnotes 1. North American Aerospace Defense Command 2. American UFO cult that committed mass ritual suicide in 1997 under the belief that they would be transported to an alien spacecraft hiding behind the Hale-Bopp comet |
SCP-4258 | euclid | Item#: 4258 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Confiscated photo of SCP-4258. ✖ Special Containment Procedures: The surrounding restaurants and businesses in a one kilometer radius have been sectioned off under the pretense of replacing faulty plumbing. Both the front entrance and back exit of SCP-4258 have been placed under the supervision of standard motion sensors. Should any entity not native to this reality or dimension leave the building and activate these sensors, MTF Epsilon-4 ("Gatekeepers") are to be dispatched immediately to intercept and capture. Any Foundation personnel that exit SCP-4258 must use the designated decontamination showers located near the front entrance. Description: SCP-4258 is a space-time anomaly located in ███████, California in the form of a restaurant named "Freddy's Diner." Satellite imaging of the area has revealed that SCP-4258 spontaneously appeared on 05/09/2018, although it was not reported for an estimated two months. Due to unknown means, the local community's memories were altered shortly after the anomaly's appearance. While the anomaly had only recently appeared, all nearby residents recognized it as having always been present. The anomaly came to the Foundation's attention after rumors of a "strange restaurant with weird cosplayers" began to circulate among newer residents. Class-C amnestics were administered to everyone involved and the area was immediately quarantined. The inside of the restaurant is that of a stereotypical 50's American diner and is manned by a sole worker, an elderly Caucasian male who identifies as "Freddy", otherwise known as SCP-4258-1. The occupants of SCP-4258 are all from separate dimensions and realities. This being the case, they range from being identical to humans to having an entirely different physiology. However, for unknown reasons all occupants can understand each other when conversing. The view outside the windows from within SCP-4258 does not reflect the surrounding area, but rather an always changing scenery. It has been confirmed by SCP-4258-1 that the view outside of the restaurant is directly linked to whomever recently left or entered, as that is where the restaurant currently resides. However, if SCP-4258 is viewed from the exterior it will always appear empty to the viewers. Below is a series of transcripts of taped interviews conducted by Agent Burkes with different beings within SCP-4258. There is no video footage as of this moment from within SCP-4258, as the batteries of any video equipment will suddenly be drained upon entering the anomaly. SCP-4258-1 has stated this occurs so as to, "secure the privacy of our patrons." Digital drawing of SCP-4258-1 by ████ ███████. ✖ SCP-4258 Interview 4258.1 SCP-4258 Interview 4258.1 Interviewed: SCP-4258-1 Interviewer: Agent Burkes Foreword: This interview was conducted on the first expedition into SCP-4258. Agent Burkes enters SCP-4258 and soon comes into contact with an elderly Caucasian male behind the front counter. Burkes: Are you the owner of this establishment? SCP-4258-1: Sure am. Name's Freddy, what can I do for ya? Burkes: For starters, what exactly is this place? SCP-4258-1 lets out a small chuckle. SCP-4258-1: It's a diner. They don't have these in your dimension, kid? Burkes: No, we do. It's just that we don't have any quite like…this. SCP-4258-1: Sorry, was only kidding. Welcome to Freddy's Diner, the only place where you can eat cuisine that's out of your world! A nearby patron chimes in with, "C'mon Fred, you always use that line!" SCP-4258-1: It's the diner motto! Took me a century to come up with that one. Burkes: So, this diner connects to other worlds, is that it? SCP-4258-1: Yes, and no. Right now we're drifting in todash space. You know, the place between dimensions. That door on over there connects to all sorts of realities and dimensions. According to Agent Burkes, the scenery outside the windows changed from Earth to a sprawling desert. The door swung open and a tall and masked humanoid wrapped in extravagant robes entered the restaurant. SCP-4258-1: Be right with you, Quarelth! Burkes: So, if this place really does exist between dimensions as you say, how do patrons pay for your meals? I can't imagine currency being very useful here. SCP-4258-1: That's where Empathius comes in! You know that happy feeling you get when you remember something nice or someone compliments you? The restaurant feeds off that, it's what keeps the place running. Burkes: It takes away positive emotions? SCP-4258-1: Not exactly. It takes away the excess Empathius the patrons make. Kind of like trimming the edges of a hedge, I guess. Burkes: So, the patrons only have to feel…happy? That's the payment for the meal? SCP-4258-1: Yep, that's it. Burkes: I just have one final question. What exactly are you? SCP-4258-1: Just an old man looking to make good food, kid. Now, what can I get ya? Closing Statement: Agent Burkes proceeded to order take-out of a hamburger and fries. All acquired food items were found to contain no harmful agents. According to Agent Burkes he did not see any staff in the kitchen, but did witness "transparent" hands reach over from out of view and set the plate on the kitchen line. SCP-4258 Interview 4258.2 SCP-4258 Interview 4258.2 Interviewed: Rock Interviewer: Agent Burkes Foreword: This interview was conducted on the second expedition into SCP-4258. Agent Burkes was directed to interview a patron of SCP-4258. Rock is described by Agent Burkes as a humanoid entity comprised of what appeared to be granite, basalt, and limestone. Burkes: Thank you for agreeing to this interview, Mr. Rock. That's an awfully….interesting…name. Rock: EVERYONE ON ROCK'S WORLD IS NAMED ROCK. Burkes: Oh, is that so? Tell me a little more about your homeworld. What is it called? Rock: ROCK. Burkes: Rock. Rock: YES, ROCK. THERE ARE NO SQUISHIES LIKE YOU ON ROCK. EVERYONE LOOKS LIKE ROCK. Burkes: So, everyone shares your appearance then. What about vegetation? Plants, I mean. Rock: YOU MEAN GREEN THINGS SQUISHIES EAT? NO, ONLY ROCK. Burkes: And I'm guessing your people eat- Rock: ROCK. VERY DELICIOUS, YES. Burkes: Alright, I think that's enough questions. Thank you for your time. Closing Statement: Agent Burkes has put forth a proposal for another expedition into SCP-4258 as this interview proved to be, "completely useless." The proposal has been accepted and a third expedition is scheduled for 8/05/2018. SCP-4258 Interview 4258.3 SCP-4258 Interview 4258.3 Interviewed: Agent Burkes-2 Interviewer: Agent Burkes Foreword: This interview was conducted on the third expedition into SCP-4258. Agent Burkes was again instructed to interview a patron of SCP-4258 and gather any interesting information. Nearly immediately after entering SCP-4258-1, Agent Burkes encountered his alternate reality counterpart waiting in line. For sake of clarity, the alternate Agent Burkes will be referred to as "Burkes-2." Burkes: I've taken part in a lot of strange interviews but this is certainly the most… Burkes-2: Jarring? Burkes: Yeah, that. Guess I'll have to think of some new questions. In your dimension, who do you work for? Burkes-2: The Foundation. I'm employed there as an Agent. Burkes: Alright, no dissimilarities so far. Is Jennifer █████ your wife? Burkes-2: Sure is! Been together twenty years. Burkes: Same here. What about your world? Describe it to me, please. Burkes-2: We're in the 21st century. There's corrupt politicians, food and water shortages in third world countries, some issues with immigration, and all that other fun stuff. There are some good things though, like Shark Week! Burkes: That sounds fairly close to our world. Seems like there isn't any noticeable differences between the two. Burkes-2: Guess not. Pretty funny, huh? At this time, SCP-4258-1 arrives with a burger and fries, sliding them over to Burkes-2. Burkes-2: Awesome, thanks Fred! Time to chow down! Burkes-2's lower jaw immediately unhinges and lowers, revealing rows of sharp teeth behind the normal set. He consumes not just the food, but also the plate it is set out on. Burkes: I think we're done here. Closing Statement: Agent Burkes's request for Class C Amnestics has been denied. |
SCP-4259 | euclid | NOTICE SCP-4259 possesses an infohazardous effect which inhibits attempts to document it by Foundation personnel. The following report has been transcribed from a paper document written by Susie J██████, 10-year-old daughter of former Site-52 head researcher Dr. J██████, and leader of Internal Task Force 259. Between 07/25/1█ and 09/2/1█, Internal Task Force 259 handled all direct testing and containment procedures involving SCP-4259. Site Director Richard K██ acted in an advisory role, and has annotated this document with clarifying footnotes where necessary. As of 09/2/1█ Internal Task Force 259 has been disbanded, and a new team is being assembled to take over containment. Until then, this report is to be the only Foundation document produced concerning SCP-4259. Susie J██████'s original paper document is to be kept in Site-52 longterm perishable storage, and, in the event that this page disappears from all Foundation databases, used to re-transcribe this report within 48 hours. Item #: SCP 4259 SCP-4259 Artist's Rendition Special Contaignment Proceedures: SCP 4259 is realy cool andSCP 4259 lives in the big blue room in the Site where my Dad works worked. There needs to be a big ring of salt around the hole room all the time and William needs to be careful not to step on the circle with his big feet again. Whenever you go in the big blue room, you have to say the password or else [UNTRANSCRIBABLE]1 and she wont talk to you for two days. Emma writes the new passwords down in her notebook every friday2. SCP 4259 gets to have one (1) bar of chocolate per day. Since incedent 4259-B, SCP 4259 gets to use the 3DS first, but only if she says please and only if Emma got to use it yesterday. The Awsome Squad ("Internal Task Force 259") is in charge of all the testing with SCP 4259, and Grownups don't get to go in the big blue room while we're testing. The Awsome Squad shouldn't go near the body in the back corner of the big blue room. Since insudent 4259-A, Dennis has to stop pulling my hair during testing.3 Discripshion: SCP 4259 is definitely a girl and Dennis doesn't know anything about SCPs or science. She has grey hair and long black eyes. Even tho she looks old she is kid shaped and doesn't act like an old person at all. She likes chocolate and video games, and gets realy sad if no one plays with her for more than two days. The Awsome Squad tried not-playing for two days by it made us all sad so we stopped. My Dad says that SCP 4259 has a cognishokogniinfohazerdous effect, which means that she's dangerous to think about. When grownups talk about her or try to write stuff down they get all weird after a while and forget what their doing.4 I tried to get Mr. K██ to help me with my report but he kept forgetting all the stuff I told him when he went to type it and eventualy he just walked outa the room and didn't even look at me. I think about her alot tho and I don't forget stuff I think, so maybe it doesn't work on kids. I don't know tho, cause sometimes when I write stuff down about her it gets all weird and squiggly when I don't look at it. We tried to tell William's big brother5 about SCP 4259 when he came to visit and he also kept forgetting, so it might work on teens aswell. When SCP 4259 is happy everyone else is happy and hole room feels warmer. Everyone likes it when SCP 4259 is happy. The salt circle makes SCP 4259 realy unhappy. She keeps asking if we can break the circle so she can [UNTRANSCRIBABLE], but Dad said to never ever do that.6 I wanna ask Dad if its ok to let her out now cause she's nice and stuff but Mr K██ says he can't come back for another 2 3 5 weeks. I hope he can comes back soon cause I wanna show him my notebook and all the science I did. To make sure that the Awsome Squad doesn't accedentely break the circle, we put a improvised Bridging Device ("Door Mat") across the circle at the front of the big blue room. Experements have shown that most cute animals also like being around SCP 4259. Cute animals tested include: Emma's pet cat Emma's pet hamster That weird snake that Mr K██ gave us. Emma's pet mouse. Non-cute animals include: All 10 9 of Dennis's pet lizards. The cricket I found. All of the insects Mr K██ gave us. [UNTRANSCRIBABLE] SCP 4259 didn't like the non-cute animals so we stopped doing the experuments. The non-cute animals also got scared of SCP 4259 for some reason. We didn't find this out until insedent 4259-C when [UNTRANSCRIBABLE] got realy scared and was accidentally terminated. Since the insudent, [UNTRANSCRIBABLE] is now a non-cute animal and we don't talk about him anymore. The Awsome Squad shouldn't go near the body in the back corner of the big blue room.7 I keep telling them and they [Scribbled over] Insedent Report 4259-A: Yesterday SCP 4259 said that she wanted to play a board game so we got apples to apples from the common room. The password was "Egg Custard". SCP 4259 was gonna go first and we were trying to pick which way the turns were gonna go. I said that I should go next cause I was her best friend but Dennis got mad and said he was her best friend even tho I was. Emma thought that we could all be best friends but Dennis thought that was dumb. Then he started pulling my hair and I tried to punch him, but SCP 4259 got sad and started crying so we stopped. Emma said to let Dennis go first cause he didn't get any of the chocolate last time and I said yeah, even tho he's still wrong. Then Will complained that he didn't get any chocolate the time before that, but Dennis said it was cause he was fat. Then Will punched him but he laughed about so it was ok. SCP 4259 laughed about it too, and we all laughed and forgot about it. Insedent Report 4259-B: The password was "It speaks in the twilight", but Will forgot and thought it was "It talks in the twilight". SCP 4259 said it was wrong, but Will said no, "talk" and "speak" were the same thing. Emma said that "speak" was more "awspicious", but no one knew what that meant so she said it was like fancy and important. Even Will agreed that it sounded more important-sounding, so he said sorry, but SCP 4259 was still upset so she [UNTRANSCRIBABLE]. We all tried to get her to give him back but she kept saying "Wrong Password!" and [UNTRANSCRIBABLE]. Emma told her that she could have the 3DS first from now on if she gave Will back, and that she would go last instead. SCP 4259 agreed, but I said that Emma could get it first if she had to leave before the end the last time. Dennis thought this was dumb cause what if someone else didn't get a turn last time, but I told him shut up, and anyway SCP 4259 liked the idea. Then she [UNTRANSCRIBABLE] again and Will said he felt all squished. We played Animal Crossing and SCP 4259 got to go first. I tried to get Mr K██ to help me change the Contaignment Proceedures8 after that, but he acted all weird so I did it my self. Insedent Report 4259-C: Emma said that she wanted to show SCP 4259 her cat, and when she liked her we started trying other pets. Emma has alot of pets so we tried all of those first. Eventually I said we should all go and find some animals to try out. Dennis found some lizards in the woods and I found a cricket the night before. I also asked Mr K██ for some animals to test, and he gave us A box full of insects and a big weird snake thing. The password was "Water-Logged". When we got there, Dennis brought a big dog that noone had seen before. He said he was [UNTRANSCRIBABLE] and had it for years and years. We all thought it was weird cause he never talked about him, but he got all quiet and didn't say anything else. SCP 4259 really liked the snake thing. She let it curl around her and pet its head. Dennis was really excited to show his dog to her. Once she stopped playing with the snake he tried to pull the him into the room. [UNTRANSCRIBABLE] didn't wanna go tho, and he kept whimpering and keeping outside circle. Dennis tried to calm him down but he was was real scared, so he picked him up and took him over to SCP 4259. SCP 4259 hissed in a realy scary way I'd never seen and [UNTRANSCRIBABLE]. Then [UNTRANSCRIBABLE] but he [UNTRANSCRIBABLE] and he howled and ran up to SCP 4259 and almost [UNTRANSCRIBABLE] but I [UNTRANSCRIBABLE] [UNTRANSCRIBABLE] [UNTRANSCRIBABLE] I I Dennis I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I [UNTRANSCRIBABLE] [UNTRANSCRIBABLE] He didn't wanna talk to me. I tried to tell him but he kept crying and crying and crying and Emma told me I'd "done enough". He kept saying [Scribbled over] I talked to SCP 4259 last night. She said I was her best friend in the hole world.9 The Awsome Squad shouldn't go near the body in the back corner of the big blue room. Footnotes 1. Certain parts of Susie J██████'s document possess strong anti-memetic properties which make them impossible to type. These have been marked with [UNTRANSCRIBABLE] in this report. 2. A running copy of this notebook is available on request from Site-52 archival storage. 3. Foundation records indicate that SCP-4259 was discovered in foundation custody on 09/13/0█, at which time no site personnel were aware of its existence. Certain elements of its current containment such as [Director K██ reports being unable to type this part] appear to have been in place at this time. 4. Various research teams have studied SCP-4259 in the period from 09/13/0█ to 07/25/1█. During this time period no reports on SCP-4259 were successfully produced. On-Site staff were not able to come up with a satisfactory explanation for this phenomenon. 5. The brother was 13 years old at the time of this visit. 6. Shortly before his mandatory reassignment, Dr. J██████ requested Susie be given a list of instructions which he had written to follow in his absence. After a joint review by the Ethics Commitee and Site-52 administration, this request was permitted with the provision that the list be thoroughly scanned by Site-52 sensors prior to the exchange. The list contained an instruction to never let SCP 4259 out of its containment chamber "no matter how nice she [sic] seems". Notably, no explicit mention is made of the [Director K██ reports being unable to type this part]. Susie has been observed to keep this list in her notebook and check it often before and after testing, although this behavior notably ceased around the suspected date of incident 4259-C 7. The following drawing was found on the last page of Susie J██████'s notebook, undated: Unknown 8. This reference dates Incident 4259-B to 8/19/1█, two weeks before the discovery of this report and the disbandment of Internal Task Force 259. Four days after Incident 4259-B, the members of Internal Task Force 259 underwent a random psych evaluation. During This evaluation, William B███ showed signs of increased stress and mild depressive symptoms. The other three members demonstrated no irregularities in their behavior. 9. 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SCP-4260 | euclid | by Nagiros 2/4260 LEVEL 2/4260 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4260 RAISA Notice Regarding the Following Document: This document has been significantly edited to obfuscate the identity of SCP-4260; several addenda have been omitted, and are only available with Level 5/4260 Clearance. Strayer Density Matrix Mark I, Research Site-76 Special Containment Procedures: Area-03, located two kilometers beneath Hong Kong, has been created to contain SCP-4260. The containment chamber housing SCP-4260 has been augmented with a Strayer Density Matrix designed to coalesce and bind its disparate elements. Maintenance of the Strayer Density Matrix is integral to SCP-4260's containment and requires a specialized team of technicians and speculative essophysicists1. MTF Gamma-8 ("Baphomites") has been assembled for this expressed purpose and will perform any necessary repairs to the Matrix and operate it during Procedure 89172. Procedure 8917 requires a joint operation between three mobile task forces, assembled to ensure its effective completion. The assigned task forces, denoted collectively as Amalgamate Force Omicron-45, and their functions are as follows: MTF Gamma-8 ("Baphomites"): Assembled from technicians proficient in the operation of Strayer Density Matrices and speculative essophysicists from RTF Iota-39 ("Gods and Monsters") who will assist in their direction. MTF Xi-2 ("Out of the Shadows Come We, Darkly"): An armed Mobile Task Force specializing in combat with essophysical, deity-class entities. MTF Xi-2 will engage SCP-4260 and terminate it, ending the initial stage of Procedure 8917. MTF Tau-900 ("Deliverance"): An armed Mobile Task Force specializing in the location of civilians accidentally affected by a successful neutralization of SCP-4260. MTF Tau-900 will then terminate all targets and remove evidence of the procedure's efficacy. Procedure 8917 is considered complete when the following criteria are met. SCP-4260 has been successfully terminated. The Strayer Density Matrix is fully operational. All affected civilians have been located and terminated. All evidence of Procedure 8917 has been removed. SCP-4260 has been resurrected. The document detailing SCP-4260 uploaded to the Foundation intranet is to contain numerous omissions, in order to obfuscate the identity of SCP-4260. Description: SCP-4260 refers to the consciousness of an essophysical entity which has permeated itself through the known universe. The effect of SCP-4260's existence has been well documented by almost every sapient culture. Termination of SCP-4260 has resulted in the neutralization of its primary anomalous effect until its resurrection during Procedure 8917. Addendum.4260.1: Activations of Procedure 8917 Date Termination Method Procedure Causation Duration of Effect Affected Status ████, 1999 Fatal puncture wounds and blood loss, administered by MTF Xi-2. A massive containment failure at Site-62C. 110 seconds 3 civilians Recontained3 ████, 2003 Blunt force trauma by a member of MTF Xi-2. The nuclear bombardment of Site-001. 25 seconds 1 civilian Recontained4 ████, 2008 Destruction of SCP-4260's hard drive, completed by MTF Xi-2. An imminent CK-Class ("Reality-Restructuring") Scenario. Indeterminate 7,213,426,000 individuals, termination unnecessary. Recontained5 ████, 2015 Detonation of an electromagnetic pulse grenade, performed by MTF Xi-2. The ████████ of O5-6. 180 seconds 30 civilians Recontained6 ████, 2016 Incineration, committed by MTF Xi-2 during Experimental Operation “Many-Crowned Serpent”. The insufficiency of SCP-4260's containment procedures. 415 seconds 10 civilians N/A Greetings, O5-9. You are viewing SCP-4260's low-clearance iteration (Current Access: L6-GENERAL). Would you like to view Iteration β.4260? Footnotes 1. A science devoted to the study of entities which exert an effect on reality by existing. 2. Archive Index: "Termination of Primary Asset SCP-4260" 3. Reanimated by SCP-3914-1 in exchange for lifting of economic sanctions against Amazon, Inc. 4. SCP-4260's consciousness replicated and reproduced as Tantalus.aic. 5. A copy of Tantalus.aic uploaded into an appropriated Peregrine Series Humanoid Utility Droid. 6. Usage of SCP-4051 to manifest a copy of SCP-4260. |
SCP-4261 | safe | SCP-4261. Item #: SCP-4261 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4261 is to be kept in a locked box with Class-VIII thaumaturgic seals within the Safe wing of Site-77 under the oversight of the Office of Strategic & Tactical Theology, with no fewer than seven active Scranton Reality Anchors surrounding the container. It is under MEGIDDO precautions at all times. Per the terms of Foundation-HI JOA 2-63, three members of the Sons of Shammai and three Foundation employees of verified Abrahamic faith are to be on standby in an adjacent room at all times as preparation for possible use of SCP-4261. If any of the following circumstances occur, SCP-4261 will be redesignated Thaumiel and is then authorized to be blown seven (7) times by an Abrahamic faithful, at the discretion of the Site Director: + LEVEL 5 AUTHORIZATION REQUIRED LOGIN AUTHORIZED & RECORDED If at any point notification of CODE NIGHTMARE REGENT RED along with the appropriate codephrases are received; There is incontrovertible evidence that threat entity CODENAME: Scarlet King is fully manifested in our universe and no appropriate countermeasures are or will be available to neutralize the threat entity; Objective verification from project coordinators that Project Palisade has failed at-large and multiversal reality failure is imminent; Any other verified K-class scenario in which the Foundation has objective evidence that multiversal reality failure is imminent. Under no other circumstances is SCP-4261 to be blown. Attempts to utilize SCP-4261 apart from outlined circumstances will result in immediate termination. Additionally, if unauthorized personnel attempting to utilize SCP-4261 are verifiably linked to a GOI, that GOI will be declared an enemy of the Foundation without exception and its personnel will be treated accordingly. + UPDATE: 01-05-2018 THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION Following the events of 12-20-2017 and subsequent dissolution of Vatican-Foundation JOA 729, any members of GOI-182 ("la Spada di Cristo") who are apprehended within 20km of Site-77 are to be taken offsite immediately for coercive interrogation followed by final processing. Under no circumstances are they to be processed onsite. Description: SCP-4261 is a shofar, a type of trumpet traditionally made of ram’s horn and used in ancient Israelite religious ceremonies. Though the material is identical in composition to ram’s horn, it possesses physical properties and tensile strength far in advance of actual ram’s horn, with removed samples shown to have energy dispersal properties sufficient to withstand an output equivalent to a 3.0 Megaton nuclear device. It should therefore be noted that in the event of Site-77’s failsafe nuclear device activating, retrieval of this item is of the highest priority as it will most likely have withstood the blast. SCP-4261 also has a property that activates when it is blown. The sound waves it generates modify local reality, leading to oftentimes drastic changes in Hume levels. Additionally, as the reality-altering effects of sound waves correspond to the power of the sound waves themselves, they are subject to traditional wave interference principles - if the horn is blown more than once in quick succession, the sound waves will amplify and destroy each other at points of constructive or destructive interference, respectively. This will result in corresponding amplification of reality changes, with unpredictable results. For unclear reasons, amplified sound waves will propagate to roughly sevenfold their expected radius of effect based on standard acoustics principles, with corresponding reality changes. It is unknown what will occur if SCP-4261 is blown seven times in quick succession, but available documentation indicates that it may trigger a unique effect that would potentially be detrimental to Foundation interests (see Documentation for more information). As such, testing is currently contraindicated. Additionally, SCP-4261 has a final property that is unclearly related to its reality-altering ability. Namely, exactly 77 seconds after it is blown, all verified adherents of Abrahamic faith who hear the sound will instantaneously dematerialize. Notably, computer-rendered audio of the sound will also trigger the effect. Additionally, all corpses within earshot of the sound will immediately, regardless of their state of decomposition, begin to rapidly move upward at a vector directly perpendicular to the ground. Foundation satellites have documented a top speed of 0.1c prior to the objects exiting the upper atmosphere, after which they spontaneously dematerialize - no barrier to date has been able to stop or slow subjects' acceleration. Prior Documentation: Note: Assumptions Regarding SCP-4261 There are still many unknowns surrounding SCP-4261. For instance, it is unclear what documentation is referring to SCP-4261 or what further documentation will be uncovered in future searches - as such, we have taken broad liberties in including elements that may or may not be related, and this selection of documentation is neither exhaustive nor finalized. Based on the below documentation and others housed in Site-77 (for further information, please contact the Office of Strategic & Tactical Theology), we make the following assumptions regarding SCP-4261: The use of SCP-4261 seven (7) times in quick succession will trigger an XK-Class scenario (high likelihood, high confidence); The use of SCP-4261 seven (7) times in quick succession will additionally trigger a mass dematerialization of all adherents of Abrahamic ideology globally, not just those who are within range of the sound waves (high likelihood, low confidence); Those who dematerialize in response to SCP-4261 usage are being transported to an extradimensional location (medium likelihood, medium confidence); There is a coordinating force causing the dematerialization of SCP-4261 subjects that is capable of triggering an XK-Class scenario under the right circumstances (high likelihood, medium confidence); This coordinating force is dematerializing SCP-4261 subjects for a benevolent purpose (likelihood unable to assess, low confidence). Signed: Ismail al-Atassi, Analyst, Office of Strategic & Tactical Theology Parchment Fragment/Recovered from Dig Site-128/c.1200-1000 BCE RETURN GYAROS UNDER (SIEGE/WAR/FLAME) IF (FALLS/LOST/CONSUMED) SEND WORD TO (SONS OF NOACH) LAST CHANCE SOUND THE (HORN/MUSIC) THEY FALL WITH US BURN THE (FLESH) I Corinthians 15:52/Translation recovered from Dig Site-54/c.350 CE RETURN In a rega (moment), in the wink of an eye, at the last shofar blast. For the shofar will sound, the Mesim (dead ones) will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. Papal Communique/Donated by the Vatican Archives, translated from Latin/c.410 CE RETURN To the Antichrist Ioannes, We shall have nothing to do with you, no alliance, no peace. We stave the world's cleansing only to bring the light of Christ to every corner of the world. Dare to impede the Church, set foot on the shores of Italia and I swear by my Lord Jesus Christ, I shall sound the shofar seven times and leave this world to burn. And you and your blasphemers shall burn with it. Do not test me. Innocentius, Vicar of Christ, Bishop of Rome Wesleyan Hymn/c.1780 CE RETURN "The great archangel's trump shall sound, While twice ten thousand thunders roar Tear up the graves, and cleave the ground, And make the greedy sea restore. The greedy sea shall yield her dead, The earth no more her slain conceal; Sinners shall lift their guilty head, And shrink to see a yawning hell. But we, who now our Lord confess, And faithful to the end endure, Shall stand in Jesus' righteousness, Stand, as the Rock of ages, sure. We, while the stars from heaven shall fall, And mountains are on mountains hurled, Shall stand unmoved amidst them all, And smile to see a burning world. The earth, and all the works therein, Dissolve, by raging flames destroyed, While we survey the awful scene, And mount above the fiery void. By faith we now transcend the skies, And on that ruined world look down; By love above all height we rise, And share the everlasting throne." Addendum: On Dec 20 2017, a group of unknown assailants successfully breached the facility's outer defenses with the aid of still-unclear thaumaturgic mechanisms and several Class III ontokinetic entities, and rapidly penetrated into the Site before MTFs could be mobilized. The pattern of their initial incursion and movements matched predictive models for an attempted theft of SCP-4261 to within 96.54%, triggering immediate onsite mobilization of Automated Response Force (ARF) Sigma-9 ("Unthinking Servants"). The incursion was successfully halted and repelled before the hostiles could breach SCP-4261, with 17 hostile casualties, 3 prisoners taken, four ARF UGVs decommissioned, and a total of eight Foundation casualties. The prisoners were interrogated immediately following the encounter - logs follow. Due to unclear capabilities of the intruders, interrogations were conducted remotely in a thaumaturgically warded chamber by interrogator Winfield via videoscreen. OPEN INTERROGATION LOG - Prisoner 1 CLOSE INTERROGATION LOG - Prisoner 1 BEGIN LOG Winfield: State your name for the record, please. Prisoner: You've made a terrible mistake - you can still rectify it. Release me and help me recover the shofar, and we can end all this - now and forevermore. Aren't you tired of fighting these abominations of the Earth? Aren't you tired of waging endless war? Why not let our Lord judge us? Let him take those he finds worthy - help me and you will be among that number, free of all pain. Winfield: State your name for the record, please. Prisoner: So be it then. The prisoner angrily begins to chant in Latin. Winfield: I'm sorry, is that your first or last name? The prisoner's voice raises in intensity, and one of the interrogation room's walls is replaced by a void. Approximately three seconds later, smoke begins to pour out of the void and forms into the shape of three Class III ontokinetic entities. Protective seals trigger on the walls and one of the entities vaporizes - it appears to have only a temporary stunning effect on the other two. Winfield: WE NEED BACKUP IN HERE, NOW! The entities quickly break down the door. Security personnel arrive and, over the next several minutes, engage the entities in combat - several Foundation casualties occur before reinforcements arrive with spelleater rounds and successfully neutralize the entities. The prisoner is found dead in the room after the engagement. Post-Interrogation Assessment: Cause of death was cyanide poisoning - autopsy noted a shattered cyanide capsule buried in a false tooth. Presumably, the prisoner wanted to try a diplomatic approach first. Either that, or he knew the Site-77 layout, and that if he waited until he was in interrogation to spring his trap, the SCP-4261 holding room was just a few hallways away. Notably, our standard runes didn't take full effect as expected. Recommendations: Search the other two prisoners for any suicide methods hidden on their person. Future interrogations to take place in a room with reinforced thaumaturgic sigils. Signed: Jacob Winfield, Cooperation Elicitation Specialist, Site-77 ADDENDUM: The other two prisoners were searched - false teeth with cyanide capsules were removed - and placed in specially warded interrogation rooms to await Interrogator Winfield. END LOG OPEN INTERROGATION LOG - Prisoner 2 CLOSE INTERROGATION LOG - Prisoner 2 BEGIN LOG Winfield: State your name for the record, please. Prisoner: Angrily begins a Latin chant for summoning of a Class II ontokinetic entity. A series of protective runes inscribed on the walls flare. The prisoner grunts in pain and ceases his chanting. Winfield: Well, glad we got that out of the way early. I trust we won't be trying any of that again? Prisoner: Pute. Winfield: Excellent. So, let's start over. What's your name? Prisoner: What makes you think I'll cooperate with you? Interrogator Winfield changes the telescreen. It now shows a cognitohazard designed to induce loyalty to the Foundation. The prisoner grits their teeth and growls. Prisoner: Do you think your devilry will work so easily on me? Winfield: Let's put it this way - you won't be the first person we've convinced to see the light of day. Why keep fighting it? The prisoner's eyes open as wide as possible, pupils maximally dilating - they begin to scream wordlessly. Winfield: We both know how this ends. The prisoner grabs their left wrist with their right, without ceasing his screaming. With a quick jerking motion, he snaps the left wrist cleanly, exposing bone - a bright flash fills the room, and the prisoner continues to scream as wounds appear on his hands and feet and he begins to bleed profusely from every orifice. Within twenty seconds, the prisoner has fully exsanguinated and promptly expires. Post-Interrogation Assessment: The prisoner's left radius was inscribed with a sigil designed to trigger upon exposure to air and blood simultaneously - a rather sophisticated fallback method if one no longer has access to a cyanide capsule. Recommendations: It remains unclear what capabilities these agents have, and what other fallback methods are available to prevent them falling into the wrong hands. Requesting approval for EPSILON Protocol. Signed: Jacob Winfield, Cooperation Elicitation Specialist, Site-77 ADDENDUM: EPSILON Protocol approved for use of prisoner interrogation related to Incident 4261-1. Signed: EC-4, European Lead, Ethics Committee END LOG OPEN INTERROGATION LOG - Prisoner 3 CLOSE INTERROGATION LOG - Prisoner 3 BEGIN LOG Winfield: State your name for the record, please. Prisoner: WHERE AM I Winfield: State your name for the record, please. Then we can begin to answer some of your questions. Prisoner: MY FRIENDS CALL ME FABI Winfield: Excellent! Fabi, my name is Jacob. How are you today? Fabi: EVERYTHING IS BLACK Fabi: WHY CANT I FEEL MY ARMS AND LEGS Winfield: We've ripped your consciousness out of your body and into a computer - but good news! There's a way to put you back into your body. Let's just have a chat first, though. Fabi: WHY HAVE YOU DONE THIS TO ME Winfield: Can't have you trying to kill yourself like your friends - we don't usually like to resort to this, but your team has forced us to get a bit creative. Fabi: RELEASE ME THIS INSTANT Winfield: Sorry, friend - can't be doing that just yet. How about we talk first? Fabi begins to chant in Latin. Winfield: Oh, please, go ahead - I can wait. Chanting continues for another thirty seconds. Winfield yawns. Winfield: Alright, that's enough of that. I'm sure by now you've realized that it's a bit harder to call on the powers of darkness when you don't even have a proper mouth or body to call with? Fabi: LET ME GO NOW Winfield: Counteroffer - Tell me something I don't know in the next thirty seconds, or I'll put you in a simulated 100,000 year timeloop and then you can tell me something I don't know. Fabi remains silent for another thirty seconds. Winfield: Alright, have it your way… Fabi: NO STOP Fabi: MY FULL NAME IS FABIANO LUCIANO VELLUCIANI Winfield: Excellent, now we're getting somewhere. Tell me, Fabiano - what do you do for work? Fabi: I AM ONE OF THE LORD'S SERVANTS Winfield: Could you be more specific? It's a big world - lots of Lords out there. Fabi: I AM A BLADE FOR CHRIST Winfield: Hmmm… So what's a Vatican assassin doing so far from home? Fabi: ISNT IT OBVIOUS Winfield: Enlighten me. Fabi: THE SEVEN SEALS OF DARKNESS ARE SHATTERING \\ THE WORLD IS BREAKING \\ THE ABOMINATIONS APPEAR MORE RAPIDLY \\ THERE IS NO HOPE FOR SAVING THIS EXISTENCE Winfield: So spell it out for me - what does this have to do with the horn? Fabi: THE SHOFAR BRINGS ABOUT AN ENDING AND FOR THE RIGHTEOUS HOPEFULLY A GOOD ONE Winfield: Nobody knows where the disappeared are going, or to what purpose - or what really happens if someone were to blow the horn seven times. All we've got are guesses - you know that, right? Fabi: BETTER THIS GAMBLE THAN THE THOUSAND SOUL DEATHS OF THE ABOMINATIONS THAT APPROACH Winfield: I see. And what about those not of Abrahamic faith? Fabi: I ECHO SAINT PAUL IN HIS EPISTLE TO THE ROMANS \\ WOULD THAT I COULD CUT MYSELF OFF FROM CHRIST FOR THE SAKE OF MY UNSAVED BRETHREN \\ THAT I COULD ACCEPT DAMNATION FOR THEIR SALVATION Fabi: BETTER TO GAMBLE ON THE SALVATION OF SOME THAN EMBRACE THE SURE DAMNATION OF ALL Post-Interrogation Assessment: Backchannels verified that Fabiano Velluciani is who he says he is. We've scoured every nearby city, town, and habitation, and found another few Spada agents scattered around. They have all been taken offsite for interrogation. Recommendations: None at this time. Signed: Jacob Winfield, Cooperation Elicitation Specialist, Site-77 END LOG MEMO: Dissolution of Vatican-Foundation JOA 729 From the Foundation Diplomatic Relations Office: The events of December 20, 2017 at Site-77 have not been adequately addressed by the Vatican Office for Secrets and Prophecies. Despite consistently disavowing both the existence of and actions committed by GOI-182 ("la Spada di Cristo"), they have refused to share information or render known Spada agents over to Foundation custody. Our intelligence indicates clear financial and operation links between Spada and the Vatican - under the terms of Vatican-Foundation JOA 729, they are therefore considered under the umbrella and jurisdiction of the Vatican and are not to be interfered with by the Foundation. Due to the VOSP's unacceptable lack of cooperation, we are officially invoking the Dissolution Clause of JOA 729 - as such, any and all Vatican-affiliated GOIs that the VOSP disavows are no longer subject to diplomatic immunity and are to be treated as independent GOIs. Note that this does not affect any other Vatican-Foundation JOAs, nor does this apply to Vatican-avowed GOIs. 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SCP-4262 | keter | ATTENTION The following file (SCP-4262) is restricted to the following personnel: Level 3/4262 Level 4/4262 Level 5 Unauthorized access to SCP-4262 is considered a punishable offense. Disciplinary action will be taken. If you have accessed this file in error: Disconnect from SCiPnet servers Completely shut off terminal Alert active HMCL Supervisor and await further instructions Portion of a temple found on SCP-4262-1. Item #: SCP-4262 Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is to ensure the International Olympic Committee organizes an instance of the Summer Olympic Games once every four years by any means necessary. Likewise, an arbitrary amount of Olympic events is to be added each year to ensure a successful ELEIA event1. During an ELEIA event, all competitors in that instance of the Summer Olympic Games who were awarded a gold medal2 are considered members of Mobile Task Force Omega-14 ("Perfect Ten"), regardless of prior Foundation employment or lack thereof. If a member of MTF Omega-14 were to be KIA or otherwise rendered irretrievable during an ELEIA event, a misinformation campaign stating that they have retired is employed. In instances where a lost athlete's identity is too deeply ingrained in popular culture or public knowledge, wide scale Class A amnestic compounds are to be employed to all major population centers via airborne distribution if no other options of erasure are viable. It is imperative that as many ELEIA events as possible be successfully completed before Procedure 76-Thriambus is enacted. Description: SCP-4262 is a series of phenomena which occur 1-24 hours following the extinguishing of the Olympic flame in the closing ceremony of the Summer Olympic Games3. During SCP-4262, all athletes winning a gold medal in that year's Olympic Games undergo temporal and spatial displacement, seemingly being removed from standard reality. While displaced, the athletes will manifest on SCP-4262-1. Displacement lasts for one picosecond local time and upwards towards [REDACTED] days SCP-4262-1 time, though longer periods of time have been observed. SCP-4262-1 is an Earth-like planet orbiting a star in the Alpha Herculis system. The surface of SCP-4262-1 is comprised mainly of ocean, with the only land being a small continent with an estimated size of 140,000 square kilometers4. During an ELEIA event, competitors are faced with opposition from the planet's indigenous fauna, collectively designated SCP-4262-α. SCP-4262-α will actively attempt to prevent the completion of the event, displaying a level of strategy that implies high intelligence or some sort of collective shared mind. While acquiring a sample of SCP-4262-α, living or otherwise, is currently impossible, some hypotheses can be formed from visual records. SCP-4262-α often resemble species found on Earth, though with drastic differences in biology. Instances often will have multiple heads or traits from several different species. Due to SCP-4262-1 having similar planetary conditions to those found on Earth, it is unknown how SCP-4262-α naturally evolved to this state, though cross-contamination from a previous ELEIA event is one possibility. The currently accepted hypothesis assumes that SCP-4262-Ω may be responsible for the creation of SCP-4262-α5. Structures found on SCP-4262-1 bear visual resemblance to those found in ancient Greece, though the exact style is unlike those found on Earth. One such structure, a large temple, is where MTF Omega-14 will manifest. The temple is inhabited by SCP-4262-2. SCP-4262-2 is a humanoid entity, resembling an adult male of Mediterranean descent. SCP-4262-2 has displayed several traits similar to those of reality benders, namely the displacement of MTF Omega-14 members and the ability to insert information into an observer's mind6, though it is unknown if these are the extents of the entity's abilities. Upon manifestation of MTF Omega-14, they will be greeted by SCP-4262-2, who will explain and then instigate an ELEIA event. Upon completion of an ELEIA event, all living members of MTF Omega-14 will return to their positions prior to displacement. + Addendum A: ELEIA Event, MTF Omega-14 - Addendum A: ELEIA Event, MTF Omega-14 ELEIA event is the designation assigned to what SCP-4262-2 refers to as the "Hagioathlētḗs". Due to the method of communication used by SCP-4262-2 direct transcription is impossible, though through cross-reference of witness reports and visual recordings of ELEIA events a general sequence of events has been determined. MTF Omega-14 manifest on SCP-4262-1 and are met by SCP-4262-2. SCP-4262-2 gives an explanation of varying length of an ELEIA event. ELEIA event begins. MTF Omega-14 is tasked with reaching a second temple near the opposite side of the continent. One seemingly random member is given a lit torch. To successfully complete the event, a large torch located in the second temple must be lit. While there are no time constraints for lighting the larger torch, the extinguishment of the smaller torch will result in a failed event, and all living MTF Omega-14 members will manifest in their original positions on Earth7. If the larger torch is successfully lit, upon the next ELEIA event it will have moved approximately 43 kilometers closer to the temple housing SCP-4262-2. Instances of SCP-4262-α will emerge from some point beyond the larger torch and attempt to gain control of the torch carried by MTF Omega-14, utilizing lethal force. If an instance of SCP-4262-α were to acquire the torch and successfully light the larger torch, or if no Olympic Games are held once every four years, upon the next ELEIA event the larger torch will have moved approximately 43 kilometers closer to the far side of the continent, away from the temple housing SCP-4262-2. These scenarios constitute a failed ELEIA event, and are to be avoided at all costs. As of 2016, Mobile Task Force Omega-14 ("Perfect Ten") is comprised of 306 Foundation and Global Occult Coalition8 agents trained and experienced in extranormal combat scenarios. All members of MTF Omega-14 are given a separate public identity in order to maintain secrecy. Due to the high level of threat posed by SCP-4262, the following equipment has been authorized for use by MTF Omega-14; Standard Combat-based Mobile Task Force equipment (Assault rifles, sniper rifles, full body riot gear, handheld explosive devices.) Specialized Combat-based Mobile Task Force equipment (Plasma-based rifles, ██████ gear, Hallow-Kowalewicz Integrated Visual Recording Apparatus, [DATA EXPUNGED]) SCP-████9 Experimental Phase 2 Crow-██████ Combat Suits (Mass production prototype variant) Standard/Specialized Global Occult Coalition combat equipment (Black, White, Orange Suit variants; "VERITAS") The modern Summer Olympic Games are internally structured to ensure that only Foundation-approved athletes win gold medals. However, civilian athletes have become enlisted in MTF Omega-14, either due to lack of Foundation manpower or through a fluke. In this scenario, all civilians present during an ELEIA event are to be protected. While to ensure a successful ELEIA event is optimal and expected of MTF Omega-14, its primary objective is to kill or otherwise incapacitate as many instances of SCP-4262-α as possible. Though the exact method is unknown, the number of SCP-4262-α seems to increase exponentially. For every instance left active, there will be multiple more come the next ELEIA event. + Addendum B: Discovery, Initial Containment - Addendum B: Discovery, Initial Containment The recovered document. Translated portion found below. The Foundation first became aware of SCP-4262 in 1893, when documentation dating back to the 4th Century detailing the anomaly was recovered. Said document is sourced to the Foundation predecessor organization [REDACTED], and describes what would be the equivalent to modern Special Containment Procedures. A translated portion can be found below. [Illegible] scours our lands for the greatest warriors. In His honor, we celebrate [Illegible]… … Finding [Illegible] birth of the flame. The men and women strong of spirit and mind shall compete when the flames die… … Those who have proven their worth are [Illegible] the form of a man. Zeus commands [Illegible] armies of Hades. Those worthy obey, and will struggle [Illegible] triumph is [Illegible]… They must not hold the [Illegible] not control the flames. They must not triumph against those loyal [Illegible]… … the last of the lands, They come when there are none left to [Illegible] Them. Cross-referencing with other [REDACTED] documents confirmed that the event referred to would only occur following an Olympic game. However, due to the Roman Empire suppressing Greek religion in favor of Christianity, an Olympic game had not been held since the early 5th Century. In order to determine the true nature of SCP-4262 as well as to determine if it posed any significant threat, a proposal to revive the practice of quad-annual Olympic events was approved by Overwatch Command by a 11-2 vote in 1894. Independent of the Foundation, Baron Pierre de Coubertin was attempting to create a modern equivalent to the ancient Olympic Games. Foundation agents reached out to de Coubertin, offering to assist in realizing his goal. On 6/23/1894 the International Olympic Committee (IOC) was established with Agent Demetrius Vikelas assuming the role of president. The first Summer Olympic Games were successfully held in Athens, Greece on 6/4/1896, instigating an ELEIA event upon conclusion on 15/4/1896. Of the 43 athletes awarded silver medals10, 12 were handpicked Foundation agents, selected due to their past experiences with events and phenomena assumed similar to SCP-4262. The remaining athletes were briefed of the Foundation and SCP-4262. As expected, the first recorded ELEIA event occurred 3 hours following the extinguishing of the Olympic flame. Of the 43 athletes, 15 returned11. + Addendum C: Log of Notable ELEIA Events - Addendum C: Log of Notable ELEIA Events ELEIA-1896 Status: Unsuccessful Casualty Level: High Description: First recorded ELEIA event. Regarded as a failure due to the lack of knowledge surrounding SCP-4262. Public historical records altered to cover up the deaths of the known civilian athletes. Special Containment Procedures are updated. ELEIA-1928 Status: Successful Casualty Level: Acceptable Description: First successful ELEIA event. ELEIA-1960 Status: Unsuccessful Casualty Level: Complete Description: First ELEIA event with no survivors. Specifics of the event remain unknown at this time. SCP-████ considered lost. At the point where MTF Omega-14 would normally re-manifest, an instance of SCP-4262-α appeared instead. The instance vanished upon death. ELEIA-1988 Status: Successful Casualty Level: High Description: While nearing the larger torch, an incredibly large, vaguely humanoid silhouette slowly approached MTF Omega-14's location. While direct contact was not made with the silhouette, instances of SCP-4262-α could be seen exiting from the humanoid's form. The silhouette entity. ELEIA-1996 Status: Successful Casualty Level: Acceptable Description: First joint operation with the GOC. Significant number of SCP-4262-α destroyed. The silhouette was observed, but did not actively engage MTF Omega-14. It remained in a static position some distance beyond the larger torch, adjacent a temple similar to the one inhabited by SCP-4262-2. ELEIA-2016 Status: Unsuccessful Casualty Level: Very High/Complete Description: First recorded instance of the silhouette12 actively engaging in combat against MTF Omega-14. Agent C████ M██████, the only survivor of the event, claimed SCP-4262-Ω is comprised of a viscous, mud-like substance, which absorbed the other members of MTF Omega-14. Agent M██████ managed to extinguish the flame before SCP-4262-α or SCP-4262-Ω could acquire it. She later died from her wounds shortly after re-manifesting. Upon her death, several instances of SCP-4262-α manifested in the location Agent M██████ had re-manifested. The instances self-terminated and vanished upon capture. Procedure 76-Thriambus approved. + Addendum D: Procedure 76-Thriambus - Addendum D: Procedure 76-Thriambus Following ELEIA-2016, it is believed that SCP-4262-Ω is the entity referred to as "Them" in the recovered [REDACTED] document. If the current understanding of that document is correct then it is highly likely that if the larger torch were to shift closer to the temple found beyond it, SCP-4262-Ω could potentially manifest itself on Earth following an unsuccessful ELEIA event. Estimations suggest that if current casualty and win-loss trends continue, SCP-4262-Ω could manifest on Earth in as few as █ ELEIA events. In order to counteract this, Procedure 76-Thriambus is to be enacted, entailing the following; █ ELEIA events before SCP-4262-Ω manifests, all world governments are to be given basic information regarding SCP-4262. The city hosting that year's Summer Olympic Games will be the city with the lowest population and furthest distance from other population centers. A false narrative stating that spectators will not be allowed at that year's Summer Olympic Games is to be released no sooner than 3 months prior to the event. From one hour before the ELEIA event to one day following, the entirety of the World Wide Web is to be rendered inaccessible. The Olympic stadium will contain no fewer than 20 conventional nuclear warheads. Likewise, as many intercontinental ballistic missiles as possible will be trained on the stadium. Upon manifestation of SCP-4262-Ω, the warheads are to be detonated and all missiles launched. Upon successful completion of Procedure 76-Thriambus, a false narrative stating that a rogue terror group attacked the Olympic stadium is to be released. In the event that SCP-4262-Ω were to remain active following Procedure 76-Thriambus, it would constitute an XK-Class "End of the World" Scenario. Current predictions show a ██% success rate. Footnotes 1. See Addendum A. 2. While Olympic gold medals are currently the award for winning any given Olympic event, the prize itself is arbitrary. See Addendum B. 3. Other events considered "Olympic Games", such as the Winter Olympics and the Wenlock Olympian Games, will not trigger SCP-4262 events. It is currently unknown why this is the case. 4. Measuring the exact size is currently impossible due to the limitations found in modern telescopes. Size estimate is based off of data recorded from Hallow-Kowalewicz Integrated Visual Recording Apparatus carried by members of MTF Omega-14. 5. See Addendum C; "ELEIA-1988". 6. SCP-4262-2 is either unable or unwilling to communicate through other means. Due to the one-sided nature of its chosen form of communication, direct communication with SCP-4262-2 has proven impossible. 7. If an ELEIA event is rendered unable to be completed, the torch is to be extinguished in order to prevent unnecessary casualties. 8. The Foundation reached out to the Global Occult Coalition in 1993, requesting their assistance in containing SCP-4262. The GOC agreed to assist, under the terms that the Foundation would relinquish ownership of ██ anomalous items to the GOC per Olympic Game. 9. [DATA EXPUNGED] Lost during ELEIA-1960, see Addendum C. 10. Gold medals would not be used until 1904, in order to determine if the prize awarded would affect ELEIA events in any way. As of 1916, the prize awarded to first place athletes has been determined to be arbitrary. 11. See Addendum C; "ELEIA-1896". 12. Now designated SCP-4262-Ω. |
SCP-4263 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4263 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4263 is to be housed in a humanoid containment chamber located at Site-36. This containment chamber is to be equipped with a Scranton Reality Anchor and kept under guard by at least two security personnel at all times. Due to the ongoing investigation of SCP-4263-B, SCP-4263 is to be made available for interview by employees of the Foundation's Ethics Committee at any time it is required. Description: SCP-4263 is a gestalt entity created through the bodily and mental fusion of twenty-two year old reality bender Anna Kaufmann (the previous SCP-4263) and fifty-two year old Site Director Lucius Danton. These components will hereafter be referred to as SCP-4263-A and SCP-4263-B. The physical form of SCP-4263 is variable, with limb configurations and features shifting into various forms simultaneously resembling both components' original bodies. The personality of SCP-4263 is similarly variable, with the component in control of the main body often changing from moment to moment, and often becoming unstable. These personality shifts, while occurring naturally, can also be triggered by bright lights, loud noises and strong emotions on the part of one of the SCP-4263 components. In addition to its shifting bodily and mental forms, SCP-4263 retains the reality bending properties that SCP-4263-A possessed prior to the fusion: namely, the ability to transfigure the materials of objects that enter within five meters of it. Following the fusion, SCP-4263 mainly uses this ability in an attempt to transform personnel who approach it into statues of various materials, resulting in their deaths. However, the two components of SCP-4263 now operate as something of a self-regulating system: any changes to reality one component makes will invariably be reverted by the other component seconds later, presumably out of spite. SCP-4263 was formed as a result of SCP-4263-B attempting to forcefully merge with SCP-4263-A in order to gain the necessary combat ability to escape justice during Operation Black Dove. (See Addendum 4263-1.) It is presumed that SCP-4263's current unstable nature is a result of this process being interrupted. Interview 4263-1: <Begin Log> (Dr. Santana enters the interview room. SCP-4263 is on the other side of the observation glass, twitching and shifting between forms.) Dr. Santana: Hello, SCP-4263. May I ask who I'm speaking to right now? (SCP-4263 slams its body into the glass and growls, flickering in and out of view.) SCP-4263-B: Do you know who the hell you're talking to? I could have your job for this - I'm gonna have your fucking life for this! What's your employee number?! SCP-4263-A: Where am I? SCP-4263-B: Employee number! Employee number! Now! Dr. Santana: I'm going to have to ask you to calm down, SCP-4263-B. (SCP-4263 begins thrashing in place.) SCP-4263-A: (sobbing) What's happening? I don't feel so good… SCP-4263-B: Shut the hell up! I'm talking! I'm talking! You gotta listen to your superior when they're talking! (points at Dr. Santana with three of the currently present arms) You get me the hell out of this thing right now! Dr. Santana: I'm afraid that's not possible, SCP-4263-B. SCP-4263-B: That's not my name! Liar! Liar liar liar liar liar! They're making you say that, aren't they? Fucking Ethics Committee cunts - I didn't do anything wrong, you know. Do you know how much I've given to this organization? Don't you think I deserve a little back? SCP-4263-B: (calmly) I could do wonders for your career, you know, kid. SCP-4263-B: (angrily) Do you think you can get away with this?! I have friends on the O5 Council, you know! Powerful friends! They won't let you do this to me! SCP-4263-A: I - SCP-4263-B: Shut the hell up! Shut the hell up! I have level four clearance, you can't treat me like this! (SCP-4263 resumes beating its body against the walls and glass. Dr. Santana concludes that, at the present time, a coherent interview is not possible and leaves the chamber.) <End Log> Addendum 4263-1 (Ethics Committee Action Report): From the desk of Vice-Chairwoman Shaw, Ethics Committee, I never enjoy having to write these reports. My doing so means that, on some level, we on the Committee have failed to keep the Foundation from adhering to its principles. Had we succeeded, things wouldn't have gotten so bad. In this report, I will be detailing the series of events that led to the Committee investigating Site Director Lucius Danton along with the attack on Site-36 now referred to as Operation Black Dove. Site Director Lucius Danton Before I can dive into these specific events, I must go into the two individuals most involved with this case: Anna Kaufmann and Lucius Danton, now known as SCP-4263-A and SCP-4263-B. Mr. Danton began his work with the Foundation as an agent recruited out of the United States Military, and achieved recognition following his single-man recapture of numerous anomalies during the Game Day incident. He received the Foundation Star for that - it's been revoked now, of course. That only helped his career accelerate further, and following the career in the field that he built on that, he began to shift into a more managerial capacity. He wanted to be put in charge of a site of his own, of course, and at that point there really was no reason not to grant that wish. He was a proven asset with the skills and experience required, not to mention a reputation that would demand the respect of his subordinates. When directorship of Site-36 became available, he was the obvious choice. Anna Kaufmann, prior to containment. Anna Kaufmann had also been with the Foundation for the majority of her life - but that was, of course, less voluntary for her. She'd been discovered as a reality bender and brought into containment when she was just eight years old, after turning the moving family car she was in into water because she needed the bathroom. Usually, reality benders are among the most difficult humanoid anomalies to keep under lock and key, but Ms. Kaufmann was an exception to the rule. She really was the definition of the phrase 'model prisoner'. Never a containment breach, never even an attempt at a containment breach. Because of her docility, she ended up getting passed around from site to site whenever space was required. Reviewing these transfers now, it's obvious we were much too lax with her. It's a miracle she never escaped, to be perfectly honest. Eventually, she ended up being transferred to Site-36. And that's when the incident began. Everything was quiet for the first few months, of course, with Site-36 sending back the reports we'd expected - that Kaufmann was docile, well-behaved, one of the easiest humanoid anomalies they'd ever worked with. Then they start talking about the containment breach. On 14/12/2015, the Scranton Reality Anchor covering Kaufmann's cell fails, and she begins an escape attempt that ends with the deaths of three security personnel. The site manages to contain her before she runs for it, of course, using a backup Anchor to lock down her reality bending ability. Following review of the events leading up to that breach, supervisors agree that Ms. Kaufmann's containment procedures are not sufficient. They recommend a regimen of drugs and cognito-agents to ensure Kaufmann doesn't make another attempt like this again - and these new procedures are implemented. We now believe that Danton either partially or fully instigated this supposed 'containment breach'. <Begin Log> (Heavy breathing, a gulp.) ???: Um, hello? Operator: Hello, you've reached the Ethics Committee anonymous helpline. Is there something you'd like to report today? ???: Um, yes. Okay. (deep breathing) This, this is anonymous, right? Operator: Yes, it's the anonymous helpline. ???: Fully anonymous? Operator: Yes, fully. What is it you'd like to talk about today? ???: It's - it's about Site-36. I don't know the specifics, but … there's something really bad going on here. <End Log> The previous log was a call from Junior Researcher Alan Raleigh, who had recently been assigned to Site-36. Yes, I know we said it was anonymous. Yes, that was a lie. We find it helps people find the will to report things. Two days later, Mr. Raleigh was killed in a containment breach at Site-36. Needless to say, we stepped up our investigation immediately. It came to light that, throughout his time at Site-36, Danton had created a culture of fear and intimidation that prevented anyone from speaking out regarding his abuses of his power as Site Director. As for the specific nature of those abuses, it would be easier to say what he didn't do. Extorting money, exploiting anomalies for his own personal gain, making inappropriate demands of his subordinates … the list goes on. Needless to say, we have a copy of it available in the Committee archives. It came to light that he'd even bribed the Committee representative at Site-36 not to report any of these countless ethical violations. That employee has been dealt with now, of course. I will not go into further detail, but only say that we take our integrity very seriously indeed. The most outrageous abuse of power Danton had indulged in was his exploitation of Miss Kaufmann. Using the regiment of drugs and cognito-agents she'd been prescribed as a result of the fake breach he'd engineered, he'd manipulated her into using her reality bending abilities for his own benefit. Turning paper into gold, garbage into diamonds … the kind of anomaly we'd spent years containing for the sake of humanity now turned to making a private profit. It wasn't easy to obtain this information - and Danton inevitably realized we were close to figuring him out. We soon got word he'd been negotiating with a known Foundation-embedded agent of the Chaos Insurgency. (We like to keep these sorts around so we can watch who meets with them). At that point, we decided it was time to rectify the situation. VOTE COUNT VOTE PROPOSED BY: Chairman Odongo Tejani PROPOSAL: Arrest of Site Director Lucius Danton and his collaborators via deployment of armed forces. FOR: 36 AGAINST: 12 ABSTAIN: 3 RESULT: Motion passes. On 13/04/2019, following a vote initiated by Chairman Tejani, Mobile Task Force Omega-1 ("Law's Left Hand") was deployed to Site-36 to apprehend and detain Site Director Danton - along with his collaborators among the senior staff. They met with heavy resistance - most of the security on Site-36 were now loyal to Danton, rather than the Foundation - but the Left Hand is nothing if not efficient, and we managed to secure the site with the aid of still-loyal personnel after a three-hour period of conflict. The senior staff who'd gone along with Danton's abuses were brought into custody, and containment on the anomalies contained within Site-36 remained intact. And then, of course, there was Danton himself. Omega-1 found him partway through his attempt to manipulate Kaufmann into merging them into one single being. I presume he intended to be in full control of the resultant entity, and then use Kaufmann's reality bending abilities to break through our forces, escape and defect to the Insurgency. I really couldn't tell you whether it would've worked or not. I can only tell you what happened when that first flash-bang went off, that bright light and loud noise. SCP-4263. Because of the greed and vice of one man, as well as our own inattentiveness, the life of an innocent young woman was ruined even more than it already was. I do not expect we will ever be able to separate Danton and Kaufmann. More than likely, they will serve as a cautionary tale for the rest of their natural lives - and who really knows how long that will be? Lucius Danton was a cancer, but hardly a unique one. There are doubtless many more men and women just like him in the Foundation, waiting to spread throughout our organization and poison all that they touch. And it is our duty, as always, to pluck them from the meat and cast them away. I ask that you never forget that. The Foundation keeps the world on the right path. We keep the Foundation on the right path. Secure. Contain. Protect. |
SCP-4264 | safe | 1/4264 LEVEL 1/4264 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4264 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4264 is contained in a standard anomalous objects locker. Any alteration to SCP-4264 is to be drafted by a team of Foundation scientists in the appropriate field. Description: SCP-4264 is a set of lesson plans for Hampton High School in Calhoun County of the state of Arkansas, USA, printed on US letter size papers. The plans contain multiple example questions that often posit improbable and occasionally impossible circumstances. When the lesson is performed as described to a subject without prior knowledge of the covered topic, the circumstances of the contained questions actualize in the area of Calhoun County. Events described in the question invariably transpire in reality according to the expected answer. After completion of the lesson, the instructed subject will have a mastery of all concepts covered. Alterations to the provided variables and starting conditions in questions written on SCP-4264 will take effect accordingly when taught. Changes made to other portions of the lesson plan will render that instance of SCP-4264 inert. Copies made of SCP-4264 do not share the original's anomalous properties. Addendum 4264-1: Discovery SCP-4264 was discovered on 17/08/2015 when Foundation satellites detected an explosion with an estimated force equivalent to 20 tons of TNT in Calhoun County centered at the home of John Peron, a newly hired Math and Physics teacher at Hampton High School. Agents dispatched to the blast's epicenter discovered two corpses, both identified as John Peron. The pages of SCP-4264 appeared at the site in irregular intervals over the course of the next 32 hours. Addendum 4264-2: List of recovered questions sorted by the date written on the documents by the presumed author. Date: 4th of September, 2015 Subject: Math Question: Let's assume that Diego's uncle is one heck of a wild bird hunter and will bag $2x^2(3x-1)$ fowl a day where $x$ is the number of days into the hunting season. Assuming he isn't caught by the game warden and Diego never goes hungry during the holidays again, how many wild birds can Diego's uncle bring to the table after a 40 day long hunting season? Date: 25th of September, 2015 Subject: Math Question: Jim-Bob drinks heavily to the point that his present number of brain cells can be modeled as a function of time in days with $B(t) = B(0) - t^4√(5t^2−t)$ (t=0 being his 21st birthday). We can let B(0)=100,000,000,000. Find the number of brain cells Jim-Bob loses on any given day (t>0). Assuming Jim-Bob can operate on even a single brain cell, how long does the poor fella have for this world? Date: 9th of October, 2015 Subject: Physics Question: Jose is in a rush to get home from work one afternoon and drives recklessly. He ramps off a 40 meter tall hill at an angle of 30 degrees and while moving at 300 meters a second. Ignoring air resistance, how far away does the car land? Date: 22nd of October, 2015 Subject: Math Question: Frank's father hits a crude oil deposit of 20,000,000 liters on his land, ending a life of poverty for Frank. During drilling he accidentally breaches an aquifer in the process and water drains into the oil deposit at a rate of 20,000 liters a day. Frank's dad can pump out 30,000 liters a day from the deposit. Assuming the two liquids mix perfectly, what is the concentration of the oil pumped out after 300 days? Date: 12th of November, 2015 Subject: Math Question: Prove the Riemann hypothesis1 and win the class the $1,000,000 prize. Date: 19th of November, 2015 Subject: Physics Question: Agent Tucker of the Arkansas Game and Fish Commission is investigating the ecological collapse of several avian species in the area. While at the top of a 100 meter tall tree inspecting nests, the agent's selfie stick is struck by lightning, imparting it with a charge of -10 Coulombs. The agent manages to drop the rod while a second bolt of lightning, imparting -15 Coulombs, hits his patrol truck directly beneath him simultaneously. What is the electrostatic force applied between the selfie stick and his truck? Date: 12th of January, 2016 Subject: Physics Question: Nancy Harris is on the run from the cops after a CPS2 investigation into domestic violence against her children. She takes a sharp turn at 120 km/h as it starts hailing which reduces the coefficient of kinetic friction between her tires and the road to μk = 0.12. Does she run off the road and receive justice? Date: 4th of February, 2016 Subject: Physics Question: Agent Elion3, who claims to work for the United Nations, is returning to his hotel after vigorously interrogating a teacher for 3 hours. For reasons unknown, the force the ground applies to his feet in response to gravity fails and Agent Elion plunges straight through the ground. Assuming he is roughly spherical and experiences a drag of k=0.38 kg/m, how long will it take Agent Elion's corpse to come to a state of rest at the center of the Earth? Date: 18th of February, 2016 Subject: Physics Question: John is attempting to break several students out of an illegal detainment at a temporary holding facility in Calhoun County. He throws a 20kg boulder at a series of defenses consisting of one chain-link fence capable of withstanding a force of 15,000 Newtons, two cinder block walls each able to withstand 500,000 Newtons, and a steel rebar reinforced cement wall able to withstand 750,000 Newtons. Assuming the rock is spherical and k=0.24 kg/m, how fast does John have to throw it to free the students? Date: 21st of February, 2016 Subject: Physics Question: The city of Hampton is being shelled with chemical weapons by an entity claiming to work for the United Nations. Their base of operations in Calhoun County is approximately 100 square kilometers in area. Assuming a meteorite with a mass of 1500 kg is set to collide with the base, how fast does it need to be traveling at the time of impact to ensure the total annihilation of the bastards that murdered my students? Date: 21st of February, 2016 Subject: Physics Question: John needs to appear in his home 16,329,600 seconds ago. Assume he can travel faster than the speed of light and arrive at places before he leaves. Neglecting air resistance and dissipating as much excess energy as possible on arrival as neutrinos4, how fast does John need to move during a 60 second window in order to set things right? Footnotes 1. A presently unsolved mathematical conjecture with implications for the distribution of prime numbers 2. Child Protective Services 3. Embedded Foundation agents within the Southeastern branch of the Global Occult Coalition North America division have confirmed the existence of a GOC operative by the name of Emmanuel Elion 4. Neutrally charged subatomic particles smaller in mass than electrons that only interact using the weak nuclear force and gravity ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4264" by Nameless Mediocre, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4264. 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-4265 | safe | Item#: 4265 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4265 is kept in a standard reptilian enclosure modified to include a film projector and accompanying screen. SCP-4265 is to be shown a new motion picture on a bi-weekly basis. SCP-4265 is to be monitored during the screening to ensure it is maintaining interest in the film. If SCP-4265 shows no interest in the motion picture for the first twelve minutes of screening, it is to be removed and replaced with another. All instances of SCP-4265-1 are to be documented and archived at SCP-4265's containment site, any motion picture depicted by SCP-4265-1 is considered ineligible for SCP-4265 screenings. SCP-4265 in its "feeding trance" Description: SCP-4265 is an instance of the species Pantherophis guttatus (Corn Snake) that is estimated to be sixteen months old at time of retrieval. SCP-4265 is abnormally long, measuring 4.4 m in length. SCP-4265 requires no nutrition to survive but has shown signs of hunger after going approximately ten to fifteen days without watching a theatrical motion picture. When viewing a theatrical film in order to feed, SCP-4265 will be completely entranced by it. The only way to break this focus is by physically disturbing SCP-4265. SCP-4265-1 shortly after being shed SCP-4265's anomalous effects activate whenever it sheds its skin. The shed skin, hereby designated as SCP-4265-1, resembles a 35mm film strip and is compatible with any system designed to operate such. All instances of SCP-4265-1 are silent and include English subtitles, presumably due to the lack of an accompanying audio source. SCP-4265 will shed an instance of SCP-4265-1 approximately once every thirty days. However when under severe stress SCP-4265 has been known to shed as often as once per week. The motion picture depicted by SCP-4265-1 will always be a theatrical film, presumably one SCP-4265 has already seen. SCP-4265 has been shown on several occasions to be able to modify the films to an unlimited extent. For an incomplete list of motion pictures portrayed by instances of SCP-4265-1 and any changes to the film see Addendum-4265-B. Addendum-4265-A: After 32 days in containment SCP-4265 began showing signs of severe malnutrition and depression. Since this point, subsequent films portrayed by SCP-4265-1 have been increasing in violence and bleakness of tone. The first instance to exhibit this kind of of change depicts the film Stepbrothers (2008), which was completely unedited with the exception of the closing shot, where the two leads are swiftly dispatched by Foundation Agent Ellison, the agent that had initially retrieved SCP-4265. Subsequent instances of SCP-4265-1 depict an increasing amount of violence being enacted both on and by Foundation personnel. After an additional three shed cycles the motion picture depicted by SCP-4265-1 is nearly unrecognizable as its original version: Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971). The only unchanged scene was the original film's "boat ride" sequence in the early second act. This inciting incident brought to the Foundation's attention SCP-4265's need to regularly view new films in order to survive. On 06/21/2018 Researcher Kilgallon let SCP-4265 watch the motion picture Holes (2003) on their personal cellular device from the outside of SCP-4265's glass enclosure. SCP-4265's mood immediately improved and supervising staff shortly thereafter called for the installation of a screen and projector into SCP-4265's containment in order to keep it fed and docile. Since then motion pictures depicted by SCP-4265-1 have taken on a much more positive tone, and SCP-4265's general health has also improved. Addendum-4265-B: Below is an incomplete list of films depicted as instances of SCP-4265-1 since SCP-4265's retrieval: 0. Black Panther (2018) Alterations: Any reference to the titular "Black Panther" is replaced by the "Black Mamba", all visual references to such are altered accordingly. Note: This instance was not directly shed by SCP-4265 but instead acquired alongside SCP-4265 at the █████ ███████ theater in Los Angeles, California, where it was played by theater staff who presumably mistook it for a copy of the original film. Class-A amnestics were administered to all civilian parties involved and an additional fourteen instances of SCP-4265-1 were recovered from the site. Analysis of recovered instances ongoing. 1. The Matrix Reloaded (2003) Alterations: None. 2. Good Will Hunting (1997) Alterations: None. 3. Stepbrothers (2008) Alterations: During the closing shot of the film the two lead characters are shot in the head by Agent Ellison wielding a handgun. Note: This is the first instance of SCP-4265-1 depicting a film altered from its original theatrical release since Foundation acquisition of SCP-4265. 4. The Emperor's New Groove (2000) Alterations: Instead of being transformed into a llama like in the original film, the protagonist is transformed into a cartoon snake. Unlike the ending of the original film the protagonist is never transformed back into a human. 5. Alien (1979) Alterations: The titular alien resembles SCP-████; the change is superficial and the creature still has all the same behavior and abilities as the alien from the original film. The seven human characters in the film are all replaced by Foundation researchers assigned to SCP-4265. All seven humans are killed by the creature in the SCP-4265-1 version of the film. Note: SCP-████ had breached containment on 05/31/2018, close to the start of this shed cycle. Despite the staff's violent deaths depicted by SCP-4265-1 none of the Foundation staff portrayed were injured during the containment breach. It is unknown whether this was a manifestation of SCP-4265's fear of SCP-████, its wish to enact harm on the humans portrayed, or a combination of the two. 6. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (1971) Alterations: The titular character is replaced by Researcher Kilgallon and the children of the film are all replaced by snakes wearing human clothing. Instead of the karmic punishments being enacted on the children of the original film, Researcher Kilgallon in the role of Willy Wonka terminates the characters. These terminations were all done via gruesome means that are completely disconnected from the events of the original film. As mentioned in Addendum-4265-A the only unedited scene of the motion picture is the "Boat Ride" sequence in the film's second act. 7. Holes (2003) Alterations: None. Note: This was the first instance of SCP-4265-1 to be produced after SCP-4265 was "fed" by Foundation personnel. 8. Snakes on a Plane (2006) Alterations: None. 9. Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981) Alterations: Instead of snakes, the protagonist has a fear of mongooses; this does not affect the plot in any way. The Ark of the Covenant depicted in the film is replaced by a reduced model of SCP-4265's containment chamber. 10. Zootopia (2016) Alterations: All characters in the film are replaced with either a member of Foundation staff, or by an anthropomorphized version of a living SCP subject stored at Site-42, the conflict of the film still revolves around factions of prey and predators but they are relabeled as "Humans" and "Creatures" respectively. The two protagonists of the film, anthropomorphized versions of a female European rabbit and a male red fox, are replaced by Researcher Kilgallon and SCP-4265 respectively. 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SCP-4266 | keter | The planet Earth, now abandoned, is the most specific known location of SCP-4266 Item #: SCP-4266 Special Containment Procedures: The Earth is to remain abandoned by the general public. A network of monitoring satellites is to be maintained, each equipped with standard orbital capture devices; these satellites will detect and warn off any ships attempting to land on Earth and will non-lethally incapacitate any that continue in their attempt. Any crew aboard these ships are to be extracted, taken to the nearest spaceport, and have amnestics administered. A small number of Foundation personnel are to be permitted to stay on Earth in order to continue research into SCP-4266; each of these personnel are to remain physically isolated from each other and must be continuously monitored. Description: SCP-4266 is an as-yet unknown anomalous vector present exclusively on the planet Earth that causes lowered levels of empathy between sapient life. This vector is believed to be a compulsion effect responsible for virtually all historical violent interaction1 between humans. The effects of SCP-4266 were first discovered in 2080, five years after the first successful Martian colony was established. It was noted that the level of violent crime was far below the expected average, despite socioeconomic disparities and complex interpersonal relationships that were previously thought to be factors in such acts. Psychological testing revealed that colonists had massively increased levels of empathy as compared to baselines performed on Earth. This was initially thought to be an anomalous effect of Mars-1 but after similar effects were noted on subsequent colonies established on the Moon, Io, Ganymede, and the various spaceports of the asteroid belt, it was concluded that the effect was instead localized exclusively to Earth. Attempts to isolate this effect to a specific object or region have thus far been unsuccessful; no obvious pattern of violent behavior exists, apart from self-apparent ones such as increased levels of violence as the population density of a particular region increases. Addendum 4266-a: Immediate Foundation Reaction The Foundation determined that making this knowledge public would have a detrimental effect on humanity as a whole. In particular, it was projected that the revelation that all human violence was externally compelled would lead to a breakdown in faith in existing justice systems, in turn leading to potential destabilization of world governments. Furthermore, a number of dictatorial regimes that depended on the existence of violence to continue functioning would have forcibly denied the truth of SCP-4266, and the following conflict would likely have resulted in the eruption of many violent skirmishes. Finally, accepting SCP-4266's existence would result in a frantic attempt by humanity as a whole to escape its effect by going into space; the existing colonies would not have been able to support such a mass exodus, and their resources would quickly deplete. Accordingly, until a long-term strategy had been put into effect the Foundation decided to obscure SCP-4266's effect by simulating the effects of violent crime in the non-terrestrial colonies2. Foundation agents simulated non-fatal harm by engaging in consensual physical altercations in public and by faking the results of such altercations in private3. Fatal harm was simulated using corpses that had died of natural causes that were then staged to appear to be victims of violence. Foundation agents also infiltrated the upper leadership of colonist peacekeeping forces in order to artificially inflate reported violent crime statistics. As a final measure, the Foundation created the popular “New World, New Respect” propaganda campaign in an attempt to explain away the observable increase in empathy in more altruistic terms. As a result of this campaign, simulated violence has been gradually phased out with the public explanation that humanity has simply “evolved” past violence gradually. Addendum 4266-b: Evacuation of Earth In 2106, the Foundation determined that the most reasonable long-term strategy for humanity would be to eventually abandon Earth entirely, thereby removing the population from the deleterious effects of SCP-4266. The first phase of this strategy was to build up the colonial infrastructure so it could support this population. This phase was initially estimated to take centuries but proceeded at a much more rapid pace than projected due to the increased empathy levels resulting in heightened levels of cooperation; after noting this, the Foundation decided to share information about SCP-4266 with selected members of the colonial governments. Once they understood the nature of SCP-4266, colonial leadership agreed with the strategy and worked with the Foundation to complete the work within a matter of decades. The second phase involved convincing Earth's population to migrate to the colonies. As previously noted, simply informing them of SCP-4266's existence was likely to lead to mass hysteria and violence so a cover story was disseminated instead. Designated “Operation Faron”, it posited that an unknown genetic disease endemic to Earth was starting to cause mass infertility and the only way to avoid it was to leave Earth permanently. This story was aided by the targeted release of a Foundation-developed chemical compound called ███████████-31 which caused a temporary and reversible inhibition of human fertility; the subsequent plummet in pregnancy rates lent credence to Operation Faron and resulted in the voluntary migration of 90% of the Earth's population. The Foundation was formulating a plan to convince the remaining 10% when a rogue terrestrial Foundation cell released ███████████-22 – an earlier, rejected form of the compound that resulted in complete and irreversible human sterility – across the globe. These actions have been officially condemned by Foundation command, those responsible were extracted from Earth and remanded into custody, and the manufacture of ███████████ in all forms has been discontinued. However, the practical result of these actions was complete acceptance of Operation Faron's cover story; follow-up efforts to migrate the remaining population was met with much less resistance and eventually only a few hundred thousand humans remained. By 2271, the last of these died of natural causes and Earth was officially declared abandoned. The third and final phase, ongoing to this date, deals with Earth post-abandonment. It was judged vital to understand the cause of SCP-4266's effects in order to ensure that it would not repeat elsewhere so a small team of Foundation personnel continues to operate on Earth as noted in the special containment procedures. Furthermore, the Earth was designated a quarantine zone for all discovered anomalies that could pose any physical danger to humanity; any such anomaly is to be moved to Earth the moment violent behavior manifests. Addendum 4266-c: Ethics Committee Report on SCP-4266 + Display Ethics Committee Report - Hide Report If you're reading this, it means you're finally old enough to understand why you're here. It also means you get to know the differences between the version of SCP-4266 the colonies are aware of – which you've just read – and the real one. Let's start with the most basic thing: SCP-4266 is not spread by an unknown vector. It is an airborne pathogen endemic to Earth's atmosphere that alters brain chemistry. The colonies produce their own oxygen via hydroelectrolysis and are therefore immune to this effect; the pathogen, having never had to exist in an environment where it was not plentiful, has no real defenses or replication ability and dies quickly when isolated. We figured this out within the first decade of study and not only suppressed this information but actively disseminated counterintelligence discouraging Foundation scientists from pursuing further research into this particular area. This ensured SCP-4266 remained an unsolved problem. The purpose of this was straightforward. I was aware that abandoning Earth would be proposed and it was a proposal I generally agreed with and one that I helped bring to fruition. But I was also aware of something the colonies would not and could not acknowledge: The Foundation functions due to violence. In particular, destructive testing of anomalies on D-class personnel is vital to the everyday work we do here and that testing was flatly refused by the colonies. Their non-violent nature, while admirable, means that they are unable to consider pragmatic options that will save lives long-term. Case in point: Foundation leadership would have spun their wheels for years trying to cajole the holdouts on Earth to join them, years where it would become more and more likely that the ruse would be uncovered. So we released riboxydeprogesterone-22 – a compound formulated from the study of SCP-4266, ironically enough – and solved their problem. And while RDP-22 does affect fertility, it has no effect on cloning, as you and your brothers and sisters will be able to attest. Our ongoing mission is threefold. First, to perform the testing that the colonies cannot perform, as a method of uncovering new truths about our universe and new ways to help our species. We are in contact with the colonial Foundation leadership; they believe us to be a friendly, intergalactic alien intelligence who periodically contacts them with helpful data, a belief we encourage with the help of the objects they send to Earth for “quarantining”. We are generally more unfettered in this task than we have been historically as the regulatory arm of the Ethics Committee migrated to the colonies with the rest of the Foundation proper, leaving us behind. Second, to shape the ongoing fate of the colonies via strategic violent acts. We only interfere in this way when all nonviolent solutions will eventually lead to catastrophic loss of human life. The covert assassination of Io's vice-chancellor, a populist who wanted to resettle Earth, is a recent example of this. Third, to defend against possible non-human incursions. Humanity is naturally blessed with a surplus of empathy; this trait may not be shared by other sapient species. The colonies will be unable to take the kind of first-strike measures that we can. The loss of our own empathy is a small price to pay. It boils down, as it always does, to three simple words. You've heard these words your entire life; their familiarity may even make them cliché to you. I would ask that you seriously consider them now; consider what they mean for yourself, for our mission, and for humanity as a whole. Secure. Contain. Protect. - O5-3 Footnotes 1. A violent interaction is one where a human causes or attempts to cause deliberate physical harm to a non-consenting human with the desired outcome being injury or death. Statistics indicate that violent interactions resulted in hundreds of thousands of deaths per year on Earth; the number of interactions resulting in less-lethal physical harm was too high to be countable. 2. This information was previously included in SCP-4266's special containment procedures; for more details, see revisions of this document prior to May 14, 2182 3. e.g. using cosmetics to simulate the appearance of violence and then submitting false testimony that another person was responsible for this violence ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4266" by gishface, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-4267 | neutralized | 2/4267 LEVEL 2/4267 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4267 Neutralized A flock of Chimney Swifts (Chaetura pelagica) roosting inside SCP-4267. NOTE: As of 12/2/1995, the following document is for archival purposes only. Special Containment Procedures: The house containing SCP-4267 is currently Foundation property and occupied by several research personnel. Equipment is provided to remove the remaining creosote buildup inside SCP-4267 to prevent fire hazards. Secure covers have been installed to prevent unauthorized access. Description: SCP-4267 refers to the chimney of a two-story house in ████, North Yorkshire, England. SCP-4267 was officially documented in 1875, maintaining only an unofficial 'reputation' among past homeowners and local chimney sweeps for several decades for having a higher-than-average fatality rate. SCP-4267 houses a spatial anomaly within its flue, seemingly extending the inside of the chimney to a currently unknown length. It is lined with the same type of bricks used to construct the exterior. The anomaly can be accessed from either opening; however, it is unclear whether the openings are connected, as objects dropped from the top fail to exit the bottom. Initial exploration using robotic equipment has not observed any other additional anomalous phenomena within SCP-4267. Creosote formations are encountered as far as 1200 meters up the flue. Addendum: Incident 4267-A On 12/2/1995, a number of wooden recreational items suddenly exited the fireplace connected to SCP-4267. Shortly after, an emaciated humanoid entity with excessive facial hair fell down the chimney, covered in a thick layer of soot. It began exhibiting reality-manipulating abilities and reacted aggressively towards personnel, with two members suffering second-degree burns. It then escaped through the front entrance and into another residence nearby, which coincided with SCP-4267 collapsing inward from unknown forces. The owner of said residence later claimed the entity snapped its fingers before entering the house's fireplace and disappeared. A leather sack was discovered inside the remains of SCP-4267, containing additional non-anomalous items, and a small amount of coal1. Subsequent examinations revealed that SCP-4267 no longer exhibits anomalous properties, and was reclassified as Neutralized. Witnesses were given amnestics and a cover story of a chimney fire was disseminated. The house was purchased by another individual after repairs were made. The entity has yet to be located or identified, and whether it is related to SCP-4267 is unclear. Footnotes 1. Coal is not a product of SCP-4267, and personnel denied having used the fireplace connected to it. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4267" by Flawed, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4267. 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: birbs.jpg Name: Chimney Swifts Author: Greg Schechter License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-4268 | safe | Item #: SCP-4268 SCP-4268 prior to containment. Special Containment Procedures: When not being tested, SCP-4268's remains are placed in a secured letter box located within Cold Storage Chamber 198D at Site-1. Property owned by the Montero estate has since been seized and resold after testing was completed on the object. Description: SCP-4268 is a balsa wood figurine measuring 17.5cm in diameter and weighing 67g. The figurine is canid in appearance and is stylized with acrylic paint. SCP-4268 will become animate and aggressive when any of three conditions are met: • Its former location, 645 Canyon Road, Santa Fe, NM, is occupied by a new tenant. • A monthly allotment of $900 USD is not paid to the location owner’s estate. • The location is damaged in any way. When one of the conditions are met, SCP-4268 will attempt to locate the tenant. When exposed to the tenant, SCP-4268 will attempt to find its wallet or any personal possessions, and remove them, although this is not possible for the object due to its lack of dexterity or precise motor control. SCP-4268 is not considered hazardous due to its small size and lack of physical force, but it has been recorded at least once trying to choke one sleeping subject by attempting to insert its head into their mouths. History: Was discovered after an inconclusive missing person’s investigation when the owner of eight homes in the area, Maria Montero, disappeared. SCP-4268 was recovered from one of the properties, a 41 sq m casita located on an artistic co-op east of the downtown area, on 10/03/2016. The previous tenant could not be located for questioning. The apartment was empty save for SCP-4268 and a miniature wooden couch. Addendum A: Test of 08/05/2017, after seizure and reselling of SCP-4268’s former location. SUBJECT: SCP-4268 is presented with a bill of sale for its previous location. TEST RESULTS: SCP-4268, in its agitated state, is removed from its locker and placed on a small testing platform. The papers are held in front of SCP-4268, while the facilitator of the test holds SCP-4268 in place. SCP-4268 spins its arms wildly in an attempt to escape, but gradually this behavior subsides as SCP-4268 is seen to take notice of the document, crawling closer to inspect it. SCP-4268 shook violently, and exploded into small fragments after this. NOTES: The facilitator of the test was unharmed. Fragments of SCP-4268 are still animate and have been continuously active after the events of this test. |
SCP-4269 | 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 An instance of SCP-4269. Item #: SCP-4269 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4269 instances are to be contained in a standard anomalous item locker. Any instances of SCP-4269 are to be washed and disinfected thoroughly before and after any experimentation. Instances of SCP-4269 are not to be used for recreational reasons by any personnel. Description: SCP-4269 is the collective designation for several pairs of cognitohazardous undergarments created by GoI-7058 (Inevitability Industries). Any subject who wears an instance of SCP-4269 is known as an instance of SCP-4269-1. Subjects who view SCP-4269-1 instances will perceive them as a person they would consider their ideal standard of sexual attractiveness. This anomalous effect extends to all senses, including touch, taste and smell. Different subjects may see different people when viewing and interacting with an SCP-4269-1 instance, and one subject may view multiple different people if viewing more than one SCP-4269-1 instance. The only known restriction of SCP-4269's cognitohazardous effects is it will not alter an SCP-4269-1 instance's gender to the subject viewing it. Below is an abridged list of SCP-4269-1 instances as viewed by Foundation Personnel: Subject SCP-4269-1 Manifestation Notes Researcher Geraldine Stearns Subject reported the instance looked like American Actor Dwayne Johnson wearing only an apron. SCP-4269 is capable of simulating realistic-feeling clothing and additional body mass, as the SCP-4269-1 instance was four inches shorter than Dwayne Johnson and was not wearing any clothing beyond SCP-4269. Researcher Arthur Cordelia Subject reported the instance was a tall, broad-shouldered, tan-skinned woman with long black hair and a toned body. SCP-4269-1 instances do not need to be any specific people, but rather a concept that the subject finds attractive. Researcher Connor Finn Subject reported the instance did not change in appearance. SCP-4269-1 instances do not necessarily need to change appearance if the subject already finds them attractive. Researcher Fiona Mariah Subject reported the instance became a scaled lizard-like woman with clawed hands and feet and an elongated tail. SCP-4269-1 instances do not necessarily have to be human or humanoid. Janitor Frank Robertson Subject reported the instance was a woman wearing a black latex suit that covered their entire body save for their feet. Test was accidental as Mr. Robertson had been passing by the Site-73 low-security testing area. Incident 4269-03: On September 28th, 19██, Researcher Wendy Flanders had reportedly requested an instance of SCP-4269 for experimentation purposes, but had not returned it for several days. The following are several tests made by Researcher Flanders that were discovered on her personal computer: Head Researcher Wendy Flanders Subject reported the instance looking like her ex-girlfriend. SCP-4269-1 instance was placed on a female Canis lupus familiaris, indicating subjects do not need to be the same species. Head Researcher Wendy Flanders Subject reported the instance looking like a different ex-girlfriend. SCP-4269-1 instance was placed on a humanoid mannequin, indicating subjects do not need to be alive or ever have been living. Head Researcher Wendy Flanders Subject reported the instance looking like SCP-035 on the body of an ex-girlfriend. Oh God yes… Head Researcher Wendy Flanders Subject reported the instance looking like Researcher Fiona Mariah. SCP-4269 can fulfill your wildest dreams. Beyond the testing, investigation of Researcher Flanders had revealed that she had kept the SCP-4269 instance for several days after concluding her tests, and had placed it on the base of a lamp in her office along with other pieces of lingerie and a silicone phallus. Researcher Flanders has been severely reprimanded, including removal as Head Researcher on the SCP-4269 project, and prohibition of working with any humanoid SCP Objects. Researcher Fiona Mariah has since requested to be transferred to a different Foundation Site after the events of Incident 4269-03. The request has been granted. |
SCP-4270 | ticonderoga | SCP-4270: Does Benjamin Harrison Shit in the Oval Office? Author: Deadly Bread Other Articles of Mine SCPs SCP-4966 Rating: 725 SCP-1401-EX Rating: 303 SCP-4052 Rating: 257 SCP-4088 Rating: 234 SCP-5522 Rating: 215 SCP-4109 Rating: 212 SCP-7441 Rating: 137 SCP-5020 Rating: 124 SCP-4035 Rating: 120 SCP-4286 Rating: 119 SCP-4664 Rating: 115 SCP-4270 Rating: 114 SCP-7966 Rating: 107 SCP-3462 Rating: 100 SCP-6663 Rating: 95 SCP-5693 Rating: 63 SCP-6633 Rating: 61 SCP-4570 Rating: 60 SCP-5261 Rating: 59 SCP-444-J Rating: 53 page 1 of 212next » Tales Something Glowing Rating: 180 Log Of Extranormal Events, Vol II Rating: 37 Prelude To Presents Rating: 24 The Bears Rating: 16 Your Memory Forever Seen Rating: 13 Other SCP-005 Proposal Hub Rating: 94 The Bread Box Rating: 92 Secure Facility Dossier: Reliquary Area-27 Rating: 87 Experiment Log-4035 Rating: 71 Collab Articles SCPs Page Title Co-Author SCP-4733 But Not Forgotten Lamentte SCP-5225 The Abyss Stares Back XilasCrowe SCP-5785 Craptivism Sonderance SCP-5993 We want you to come visit Heaven, just don't fuck with those bees ch00bakka Tales Page Co-Author The Bathrooms Wiki Too many to list Snippets of an Unveiled World Nykacolaquantum does not match any existing user name, Lt Flops, IFBench, Westrin Gone, Lamentte Your Imaginary Friend Fishish Check out Deadly Bread's Author Page ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM NUMBER: SCP-4270 LEVEL 1/4270 CONTAINMENT CLASS: SAFE UNRESTRICTED SCP-4270 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4270 is kept within a secure Foundation operated site. No further containment is necessary. Description: SCP-4270 is the preserved corpse of Benjamin Harrison, the 23rd President of the United States. SCP-4270 is entirely unremarkable. SCP-4270’s physiology is entirely consistent with that of SCP-4270. No records of SCP-4270 engaging in anomalous activity during its lifetime have been discovered. Further information regarding SCP-4270 is restricted to personnel with Level 3/4270 clearance or higher. ► INPUT LEVEL 3/4270 SECURITY CREDENTIALS ◄ ▼ DECRYPTION KEY ACCEPTED. INPUT CREDENTIALS ▼ Processing request… Connecting to SCiPNET… … Loading file_ SCP-4270… Awaiting Input… Enter Password:°°°°°°°°°°°° Approving credentials… … ACCESS GRANTED ITEM NUMBER: SCP-4270 LEVEL 3/4270 CONTAINMENT CLASS: TICONDEROGA CONFIDENTIAL Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-4270’s relative obscurity within the general consciousness and the current inability of individuals to recognize its anomalous effects, it has been determined that attempting to fully expunge all knowledge pertaining to SCP-4270 would be detrimental to its containment. As such, the containment and investigation of SCP-4270 and its anomalous effects have been assigned to the Foundation Antimemetics Division. Information pertaining to SCP-4270’s normalization effects has been restricted to individuals with Level 3/4270 access or higher. Description: SCP-4270 is the preserved corpse of Benjamin Harrison, the 23rd President of the United States. By all conceivable measures, SCP-4270 should not be a human. Despite possessing several unusual qualities such as a body weight of 287 kilograms, a long snout, and shaggy black fur, SCP-4270 is perceived as human. When not aware of its anomalous nature, SCP-4270 cannot be perceived or thought of as anything other than a human. This includes biological aspects, actions taken prior to death, and personality traits. SCP-4270 and information pertaining to it are instead thought of as fairly unremarkable, with illegal or immoral actions attributed to SCP-4270 being dismissed as average behavior. This only occurs with factual information pertaining to SCP-4270, as falsified information is immediately identified and disregarded. When aware of its anomalous nature, individuals perceive SCP-4270 as an unidentifiable quadrupedal mammal. Individual traits of SCP-4270 are able to be identified, but these traits are unable to be collectively attributed to a specific organism. It is currently believed that SCP-4270 possesses an antimemetic disassociation effect suppressing knowledge of its actual species. Extensive studies conducted by Foundation parabiologists have been able to identify SCP-4270 as a possible member of the Arctoidea infraorder. DNA analysis has shown SCP-4270 being a relative of the Otariidae family, although these results are currently under debate as SCP-4270 shows traits not suitable for marine lifestyles, such as large plantigrade paws and small rounded ears. Documented accounts of SCP-4270’s life have provided conflicting details of ranging importance. Discovered inconsistencies include: SCP-4270 being the grandson of William Henry Harrison,1 despite there existing no record of William ever conceiving children. The meeting of SCP-4270’s wife while attending Farmer’s College in Ohio, despite records claiming that it has never had any formal schooling. SCP-4270’s campaign to become the governor of Indiana in 1872, despite being hospitalized for several months due to a hunting accident. SCP-4270’s authorization of the first forest reserve, despite having lived in the authorized area prior to his election. SCP-4270’s claims to follow Presbyterianism, despite engaging in practices commonly associated with various sects of Proto-Sarkicism such as the regular consumption of raw meat and cannibalism. A lack of evidence supporting the continued conceptual existence of SCP-4270 following its presidency. As investigations into the validity of these discrepancies have provided conflicting results, further investigation into the source of these discrepancies has been temporarily halted. Footnotes 1. The 9th President of the United States ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4270" by Deadly Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4270. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-4271 | keter | SCP-4271, circa 1908. ✖ Item #: SCP-4271 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the immobile nature of the anomaly, the exclusion zone surrounding SCP-4271 is to be closely monitored for any changes in temperature and kept away from public eye. Provisional Research Site-08 are to make adjustments to the zone of exclusion due to SCP-4271's growing territory. At this time, research into slowing or stopping SCP-4271's growth is considered top priority. Description: SCP-4271 is the designation given to a large mass of tubular, Silicon carbide-based (SiC) sessile organisms that have integrated across a valley within the Guadalupe Mountains of El Paso, Texas. These structures appear to function similar to that of Giant tube worms (Riftia pachyptila); lacking any digestive, reproductive, or excretory systems. SCP-4271 forms a complex root system which has merged with the crust of the planet. Underground scans of the exclusion zone containing SCP-4271 reveals that these roots have integrated within the mantle, and are estimated to extend all the way down into the inner core of the Earth. SCP-4271 contains vents that expel Carbon Dioxide (CO2) out into the atmosphere with a estimated rate of 95 metric tons each year. SCP-4271 displays an ability to asexually reproduce by way of fragmentation1 as well as propagation by expanding its total area. This expansion has been steadily increasing at a rate of 2.6% each year. SCP-4271 responds to stimulus, reacting when touched by repulsing from the point of contact as well as moving or swaying when left to idle. Discovery: SCP-4271 was originally discovered in February of 1908 by prospectors during the Sutter Mill goldrush. At that time, SCP-4271 was only a conglomerate mass that was attached to a wall near the mountain's crest. Originally presumed to house gold within its cavities, the prospectors attempted to mine for the gold using their pickaxes but spent hours trying with no results and broken tools. The prospectors then tried to use their stacks of dynamite to break open the cliff face. The resulting explosion caused the rock face, which SCP-4271 was rooted on, to collapse into a ravine below. In 1920, SCP-4271 was rediscovered by ASCI operatives within the ravine and was cordoned off from the public. The exclusion zone surrounding SCP-4271 was established alongside Site-08. Addendum 4271.1: Future projections of SCP-4271 estimate that at its current rate of growth, SCP-4271 will spread and encompass the entire Eastern Seaboard in as little as 500 years. Further projections of SCP-4271 also estimate it to expand itself across the North American continent by the year 2███. Incident: On September 3, 2021, Foundation seismographs detected an oncoming earthquake emanating from beneath SCP-4271. Drone inspection of the valley revealed that a large crack had begun to form across SCP-4271. Several hours later, various winged insects composed of calcium and silicate compounds had emerged from the vents of SCP-4271. Simultaneously, a large entity (SCP-4271-B) estimated to be over 9 meters in height, composed of magma and a dark-colored igneous rock, rose from the fissure within SCP-4271. SCP-4271-B is covered in what appear to be glyphs and runes engraved across its back2. For the next four hours, the entity climbed out of the large crevice within SCP-4271 as the fissure started to widen due to the weight of SCP-4271-B before finally giving way and collapsing beneath SCP-4271. The entity ceased all motion as it fell into the large crevice. SCP-4271's total area shrunk as it slowly recovered the mass lost during the entity's arrival to the surface; resetting its growth rate for at least sixty years. Aerial reconnaissance of the incident revealed that after the creature fell back into the crevice within SCP-4271, six irregularly shaped humanoid entities covered in dark, crystalline structures were seen around the walls of the fissure as it closed up. Seismic activity has only increased after this incident. Further research and changes to SCP-4271's containment protocol are currently underway. Footnotes 1. A form of asexual reproduction in which an organism is split into fragments. Each of these fragments develop into matured, fully grown organisms that are identical to their parents. 2. These runes do not appear to match any known set of symbols on Earth. Furthermore, the symbolic nature of these glyphs do not belong to any known set used in runic thaumaturgy. |
SCP-4272 | keter | Item #: SCP-4272 Special Containment Procedures: A Gorton Field Generator1 is to be installed in all major art museums.2 The current YouTube algorithm is to be edited to suppress the channel "Big Johnny Reviews" and all content within from appearing in the sidebar of recommended videos. All works of art taken by SCP-4272 are to be considered lost, and replacements are to be fabricated to take their place. Foundation agents embedded within art museums are to be given fast-acting tranquilizer pistols for potential use in containing SCP-4272. Description: SCP-4272 is an obese middle aged male of indeterminate ethnicity. SCP-4272's primary anomalous properties are as follows: On-command instantaneous matter transference. This is limited to SCP-4272 and items3 in direct contact with SCP-4272. Control of recording devices within the immediate vicinity.4 The devices in question do not have to be intact or functioning for SCP-4272 to be able to successfully utilize them. Digital content created by SCP-4272 is unable to be removed from the hosting platform. . Transcripts of videos produced by SCP-4272 Video Title: Big Johnny Reviews Water Lily Pond + Video transcript - Close. [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] SCP-4272 is sitting in the driver's seat of a parked car. SCP-4272: What's up YouTube, it's me, ya boy, Big Johnny back at it again with another review for you. Today we're going to be reviewing some art. So a lot of people have been saying that this- SCP-4272 pulls Water Lily Pond by Claude Monet from the passenger's seat. SCP-4272: is pretty good. We're gonna put that to the test! Just judging by appearance, it looks nice, good presentation on this one. Obviously the guy put some nice work on this, love it when you get people who care for the stuff they make. Some reviewers have put this as one of the best pieces of all time, but as I always say, ya don't know it until you try it! SCP-4272 begins messily devouring the painting for thirty seconds, with enough vigor to noticeably shake the car. SCP-4272: Mmph, that's good. The ingredients really- SCP-4272 pauses to noisily lick its fingers. SCP-4272: blend together well. High-quality canvas. It's leaving a bit of a bad aftertaste though, and the frame didn't quite have the crunch to elevate this piece up to the top. I give it- Three pictures of SCP-4272's face appear overlaid on the video. SCP-4272: three BJs outta five. I would eat it again, but there are some issues with the dish that hold it back from being truly excellent. Anyways, that's all for today. If you enjoyed this review or found it helpful, leave a like, and if you disagree with anything I said be sure to let me know in the comments below. This is Big Johnny, signing off. - Close. Video Title: Welcome to Big Johnny Reviews! (Channel Trailer) + Video transcript - Close. [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] Video begins with a black screen. SCP-4272: In a world where most art critics are little pansies who want to sound smart more than they want to crit art, only one man can bring the art the appreciation it deserves. Techno music can be heard softly in the background. Multiple clip arts of famous art pieces appear onscreen. Dance at Le Moulin by Edward Renoir, Nighthawks by Edward Hopper, and Campbell's Soup Cans by Andy Warhol are all visibly present. SCP-4272: While those so-called critics are content with just looking on, my philosophy has always been different. Seeing a picture of a painting is essentially the same as seeing the painting. In fact, most of the pieces I've reviewed here have been replaced without any of them noticing! There's nothing really distinguishing a good photo of art with the art itself… except one thing! Let's appreciate art in its entirety! The background music gets noticeably louder. It is recognizable as dubstep. Several clips of SCP-4272 messily devouring art play in a sequence seemingly chosen to make SCP-4272's vocalizations louder with each consecutive clip. Multiple filters for vibrant and pulsing colors have been applied over the chosen clips. SCP-4272: Join me on my journey to take art out of the hands of these elitists and bring new appreciation to old art! The final thirty seconds contain only graphics encouraging viewers to subscribe to the channel and follow SCP-4272 on multiple anomalous social media sites. - Close. Video Title: Q&A with the big ol' J! (Part 1 of 3) + Video transcript - Close. [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] SCP-4272 is seated in a parked car. The windows of the car are covered in snow. SCP-4272: What's up, Big Johnny here! So a while back I asked you lovely people to submit some questions ahead of time, and I'll be answering some of them here! Scrolling down, the first question is from Northmound. North asks "What's the best part of your job as a YouTuber?" I'd have to say you all. Full disclosure, I wasn't in the best place when I started this channel, and honestly just seeing people enjoying me for who I am has been an incredible feeling. Yeah, everyone says it, but I actually mean it. Now, Fireblood60 asks, "What's your favorite piece that you've reviewed?" Honestly, I can't pick a favorite. There are a couple that I've given 5 outta 5s on, but the best part of this job is that they're just varied as hell. Like, if I had to just choose one it would be The Scream, but it's like comparing apple pie to chocolate fondue: they all have completely different strong suites. MudaMuda14 is next, with the question "What caused you to start doing full-time reviews?" SCP-4272 pauses. SCP-4272: Well, there was some stuff with a bunch of people who were kinda mean to me. I mean, I had my quirks, don't we all, and they saw it as an excuse to target me. For years, actually. Beat me up a lot. Long story short- SCP-4272 pauses. SCP-4272: I left. Didn't want that negativity in my life. Set up shop somewhere else. Anyways, that's all the time we have today. I'm thinking this'll be a three-parter, so expect the next part tomorrow.5 - Close. Video Title: Big Johnny Reviews 10K Subscriber Special Livestream Highlight + Video transcript - Close. [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] SCP-4272 is in the Louvre. The footage is seemingly taken by multiple security cameras. The timestamp reveals that this footage begins at 1:26 AM local time. SCP-4272: Hey everybody, thanks so much for ten thousand subs! Honestly, this channel is the best thing to happen to me for a while, and I couldn't keep it going without all of you. Now, from the comments in my previous videos, I asked what you guys wanted to see for 10k. The overwhelming response was to see how I get this art in the first place. Well, I'm here doing this for y'all. Welcome to my personal snack bar! SCP-4272 walks clumsily through the aisles, tripping multiple alarms as he does. SCP-4272: Shit, that usually takes longer to happen. Well, looks like we're on a time limit! Should make things more exciting. A guard comes running around a corner ten meters ahead of SCP-4272. Guard: Arrête toi là!6 SCP-4272: I'd surrender, but that's your job croissant boy. SCP-4272 begins running away from the guards, taking the first turn available. On the way, SCP-4272 rips a security camera off of the wall. The camera takes the place of actively recording SCP-4272 despite significant structural damage. SCP-4272: Huh, uh, these guys usually, uh, have tasers, huh, and we don't like that, uh, let's get something and skidoodle. Lucky for me I always come prepared. SCP-4272 knocks over a nearby sculpture, causing it to crash to the ground and shatter into pieces. SCP-4272: Pretentious pricks never think carpet is good enough for them. I think I'm close… SCP-4272 trips and falls. The guard can be heard approaching. SCP-4272: Holy shit, did I just fall next to what I think? SCP-4272 angles the camera to reveal St John the Baptist by Leonardo Da Vinci. SCP-4272: Jackpot. SCP-4272 attempts to grab the painting, but is stopped by the glass shielding. SCP-4272 grunts and pulls a hammer from its waistband. SCP-4272: Y'aint doing much there anyways. SCP-4272 rips the painting from the frame and stuffs it into the back of its sweatpants. The guards arrive in time to witness SCP-4272's retrieval of the painting. Guard: Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas avec toi?7 SCP-4272: Anyways folks, that's all the time we have today. Thanks again for ten thousand subs, and I'll see you all in the next video! SCP-4272 vanishes immediately, along with a small8 portion of the floor which was in contact with its arm. The video ends two seconds after SCP-4272's disappearance. - Close. Addendum 4272-A: The following video was uploaded three days after the current containment procedures were enacted. Video Title: I got (effectively) demonetized + Video transcript - Close. [BEGIN TRANSCRIPT] SCP-4272 is in a parked car. Dried tears are visible on its face. SCP-4272: So, it's come to my attention that the YouTube algorithm is doing everything in its power to keep people from watching my vids. Honestly, it's pretty bullshit. I've been making content here for a couple years now, and we were just starting to get big before this happened. For those of you who don't know what happened, basically this entire channel isn't showing up for people at all unless you specifically search like the exact title of the vid. Kinda sucks, since this is how I earn my keep. Also, none of my subs are getting notifications when I post stuff. We're gonna have to go to a word of mouth type thing, and I'm opening a Patreon for anyone who wants to chip in, link in the description. SCP-4272 pauses. SCP-4272: And an open message to the pricks messing with my channel: Stop. I'm not hurting anyone besides some pretentious rich people who look at art as a price tag to launder money with. Nobody besides them even knows the ones on display now aren't real. I'm not hurting anybody, and I never will again. So just let me bring some joy into the lives of me and my fans and go do your own thing. SCP-4272 pauses. SCP-4272: Sorry for this one being a bit of a downer, guys. I'll be back soon with more content, I'm just a little bummed out about this. This is Big Johnny, signing off. See you all in the next video. - Close. Footnotes 1. Designed to prevent incursions by entities capable of instantaneous travel. 2. defined as museums possessing a total inventory appraised at over $500,000 worth. 3. Exact size or mass constraints unknown. 4. Exact range unknown. 5. A video titled "Q&A with the big ol' J! (Part 2 of 3)" was released five days later. 6. French for "Stop right there!" 7. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" 8. Estimated at 5 kilograms. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4272" by CryonicAutumn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4272. 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-4273 | apollyon | #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; } SCP-4273: Designated Successor Authors: MalyceGraves. Image Credit: See comments. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 6/4273 LEVEL 6/4273 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4273 Apollyon Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned MTF Site-01 The Administrator O5-12 Alpha-1 ("The Red Right Hand") Special Containment Procedures Until the full scope and breadth of the SCP-4273 event has been ascertained, containment procedures are focused on managing the anticipated global fallout. Alexandra.aic is tasked with coordinating global relief efforts via surviving UN officials as well as the surviving cabinet-level officials in the signatory nations of the Foundation Charter. Safeguard restrictions placed upon the Foundation monetary accounts have been lifted in order to ensure that the global economic systems remain functional. Internal asset projections assert that despite heavy Foundation asset expenditures, the global market will begin total systemic collapse in fourteen weeks. It is imperative that the Foundation continues to function despite global failure, and various contingency plans are being devised in order to facilitate survival of the core Foundation infrastructure in the event of a full Breach-Of-Veil scenario. As of 22 February 2020, all Foundation military assets have been ordered to stand at DEFCON 3 and begin mobilization to defend the primary Sites as designated in the Foundation Charter. Deepwell Catalogues 02, 08, and 13 have been evacuated and sealed in anticipation of further SCP-4273 events. Description SCP-4273 is the designation given to an ongoing and coordinated series of events that has already lead to the assassination and/or capture of a significant number of Heads of State and the destabilization of their associated nations. Additionally, the SCP-4273 events have also been successful in neutralizing or destabilizing the power structure of several anomalous Groups of Interest, as well as impacting Overwatch Command itself. Attached Addenda Discovery PoI-0007-A surveillance photo. c. 2018 On 25 August 2019, the Foundation became aware of the assassination of PoI-0882b ("Robert Bumaro"), the leader of GoI-004 ("The Church of the Broken God"). This proved to be the first of a series of planned and executed attacks that succeeded in neutralizing the Secretary General of the UN, all of the Special Envoys to the UN Security Council, and the heads of state for many of the signatory nations to the Foundation Charter. While this was sufficient to cause significant upheaval in the global balance of power, reports have also surfaced that these events were not limited to affecting established mundane governments. There are unconfirmed reports that the SCP-4273 events have also lead to the disappearance or assassination of PoI-0007-A ("Under-Secretary General D.C. al Fine, Global Occult Coalition"), PoI-0093 ("Senior Partner Skitter Marshall; Marshall, Carter, & Dark, LLP"), as well as the Delta Command of GoI-0002 ("The Chaos Insurgency"). Additionally, the statuses of O5-03, O5-05, O5-06, O5-09, and O5-10 are currently unknown. Event Overview SCP-4273-1 - On 05 August, 2019 a combined assault force made up of an aerospace assault wing provided by the GoI-004 offshoot sect "The Mekhanics" provided aerospace cover for an assault on the GoI-004 "Citadel". This smaller insertion team was able to infiltrate the facility, and in so doing were able to neutralize an unknown number of GoI-004 members, including PoI-0882b.1 SCP-4273-2 - On 09 August, 2019, the Under-Secretary General of the United Nations in charge of heading up the Global Occult Coalition failed to turn up at a previously-designated meeting. While the details of PoI-0007-A's disappearance are currently unavailable, she has been catalogued as missing and presumed dead. SCP-4273-3 - On 13 August, 2019, the Foundation asset assigned to observe PoI-0093 ("Skitter Marshall") reported that their target was the subject of a violent abduction, presumably by agents acting in the employ of GoI-0432 ("The Hunter's Black Lodge"). While PoI-0093's whereabouts are currently unknown, they are presumed to still be alive due to the nature of both PoI-0093's bodily enhancements and their access value to MC&D's anomalous catalogue. SCP-4273-4 - On 14 August, 2019 MTF received a series of high-priority Alpha reports involving GoI-002 ("The Chaos Insurgency"). In response, Overwatch Command issued the following general recall of all Foundation assets assigned to GoI-002. SCPF Internal Alert 14 August, 2019 - Be advised, any MTF or Research Agents involved in ongoing investigations into GoI-002 are to report immediately to your designated HMCL Supervisors or official handlers. All GoI-002 tasked HMCL Supervisors are to provide an official tally of remaining SCPF assets tasked to GoI-002 observation to Overwatch Command by 09:00 on 16 August, 2019. The situation is evolving, but MTF Command has received numerous reports of multiple mass-casualty events targeting GoI-002 cells. Information regarding the instigation of these events is scarce, though field agents should immediately assume biological contamination and avoid interfacing directly with SCPF staff. All recently deployed field staff are to be immediately quarantined until further notice. Joel Burgenstein Director, Department of GoI Threat Analysis SCP-4273-5 - On 16 September, 2019 a biological attack at the UN Building in New York City, NY succeeded in neutralizing the Secretary General & all Special Envoys to the UN Security Council.2 SCP-4273-6 - While initially considered a single event, SCP-4273-6 designates a series of attacks and incidents on high-value Mundane targets that occurred from 16 September, 2019 through 12 October, 2019. Despite the extensive security apparatus surrounding these targets, these attacks were largely successful. The current list of high-value assets that are listed as missing or neutralized include the President & Vice President of the United States; the Prime Ministers of the United Kingdom, France, Canada, Japan, & India; the Chancellor of Germany, the Presidents of the Russian Federation, Israel, & South Korea; as well as the Premier of The People's Republic of China. While several of these targets were killed during the SCP-5509-5 event, the majority of the targets were eliminated in their countries of origin and signify a vast, multi-pronged, and coordinated effort to effectively hobble any sort of joint response the international community could make. All affected nation-states have raised their internal alert levels to DEFCON 2 or equivalent, though the international military situation has been stabilized by the ongoing efforts of Foundation Overwatch Command and the Office of The Administrator. The plurality of targets, including many of those in leadership of traditional adversaries, has ruled out any of the usual rivalries, and Foundation assets have been able to maintain a tense diplomatic equilibrium for the time being. SCP-4273-7 - The following has been designated L06-Eyes Only, and is viewable only with express permission from the Office of the Administrator. ■ 4273.doc.01 - SCPF Internal Transcript ■ □ 4273.doc.01 - SCPF Internal Transcript □ Date: 21 February, 2020 22:03 Chairperson: The Administrator Attendees: O5-01; O5-02 (Virtual); O5-04 (Virtual); O5-07; O5-08 (Virtual); O5-11; O5-12 (Virtual); O5-13 (Virtual); Jonathon DeCroix, Director, Ethics Committee (Virtual); Michelle M. Franks, Esq., Director, Office of the General Counsel; Dr. John Freemont, Director, Foundation Inter-Governmental Affairs; Dr. Judith Low, Director, Kelipat Nogah Initiative (Virtual). [BEGIN LOG] The Administrator: I want to start by thanking you all for attending on such short notice and so late at night. We have a lot to go over tonight, and so I'll be brief. The Foundation has failed. Despite the efforts of Dr. Low and her team, it has become readily apparent that we ignored the Sarkic threat for far too long. We are on the cusp of a major CK-Class Restructuring Scenario, one that could have, should have been prevented if not for the unwillingness of some of our body to see the obvious. [A heavy sigh can be heard from the Administrator, as well as the rustling of those in attendance] The Administrator: I'll not waste time pointing the finger and assigning blame. Instead, I urge you all to work together to move forward. Assembled here are some of the most capable minds on the planet, and together we will find a way through this. Twelve? Please proceed. O5-12: Thank you, sir. By now you all should have received a brief on the most recent data available regarding the SCP-4273 event. What isn't included in that brief is the status of certain members of Overwatch Command. Earlier this evening, Xi-8 operatives were able to receive confirmation that Three, Five, Six, and Ten have been neutralized. [Sounds of exclamation and a few muttered expletives can be heard] O5-08: Your data must be flawed. There's no way they could get to any of us. And four of us? The delusion of this so-called "Sarkic Threat" of yours has gone too- O5-12: Three was shot in the head as se was boarding a Foundation-chartered flight out of Kuala Lumpur, here's a photo of ser corpse. Five was crushed along with his armored transport vehicle, all 4 members of his security detail, and his driver when he was transiting from Site 28 to one of our Administrative hubs in New York City; here's that picture. Six was found dead in his off-site apartment with half of his stomach hanging out of his mouth. I've got that picture too if you want it, but preliminary autopsy report states that he was conscious when he started regurgitating his intestines, so it's not a pretty sight. And Ten? She went missing from a Foundation Safe House in Munich after pleading on the phone with MTF Command to send a rescue mission. You want that recording too? Doesn't matter, because three hours later we were sent this via a scrambled secure link. One of OUR scrambled secured links, I might add. [The sound of something being dropped onto the table can be heard, followed by sounds of disgust from several others on the call.] O5-01: And Nine? She's not on your list and she should be here. O5-12: Officially? She's been classified as "missing", but the reality is is that she's almost certainly dead. While my agents have been unable to confirm her status, the destruction of Site-31 was absolute. She was registered as being in the facility conducting an internal audit of Site-31's security systems when the on-site nuclear device was detonated. Alexandra.aic has completed her assessment of the situation, and she returned a 99.02% certainty that this event was triggered by outside and unknown sources. O5-13: That should not be possible. I created the protocol for that myself, and all were operating within .02% of optimal at last status update; well within designated fail safe parameters. O5-12: That may be so, but our working theory is that Nine herself had been compromised some time ago. Doctor Low? Dr. Low: [clearing her throat] Yes. In May of 2007, Nine was still a researcher working in Biological Containment. She was working closely with a Doctor Reese Harrington, who we now believe to be Lucien Detoit, or PoI-3862. It is unclear how Dutoit was able to gain access to the Biological Containment facilities, or how he was able to ascertain that Nine was being considered for Overwatch. Regardless, we think that Nine was somehow contaminated by a variant of the 3862 virus. O5-08: That should have been easily detectable. Working in that facility requires daily scans, any change in her physiology would have been noted. If not then, the sensors here are the best in the goddamn world. No, it's just not possible. O5-12: Oh shut the fuck up, Eight. How much goddamn proof must you see before you take your miserable head out of your fucking ass? We just got hammered out there. Someone just showed us that our vaunted Internal Security services, your vaunted Internal Security services, are so full of holes it might as well be a bunch of fucking origami tigers. Your failure is so utterly catastrophic that five of us are dead, along with several dozen world leaders. Not to mention that we've got a pile of smoking rubble where the UN Secretariat used to be that is so contaminated that clean up crews can't even get near it. Your inability to see the shit when it's staring you in the face would be laughable if it wasn't so criminally- The Administrator: That's enough, Twelve; Eight, you are dismissed. Don't bother gathering your things, your Overwatch credentials have already been revoked, and your security detail has been instructed to put you on a plane for the Decommissioning Site as soon as you hang up. Before this call is over, you won't remember your name, much less care about all your fancy toys. [There is silence for several moments before someone clears their throat.] O5-01: Uh, yes. Despite that, Eight did have a point. There just isn't any way that Nine could have been contaminated and not triggered some sort of internal alarm. Dr. Low: Forgive me, sir, I must disagree. The 3862 virus has proven to be highly versatile, and Dutoit has shown to be quite adept at adjusting it to a variety of needs. It was a major component of the нектар drug, as well as the primary factor in the 5509 contagion. The adaptability of the 3862 virus is well documented, I have no doubt that there are many strains we simply have no way to scan for. O5-01: But that could mean- The Administrator: We all know what that could mean, One. That's not the purpose of this meeting, however. Doctor, please continue. Dr. Low: Thank you. I'm sure all of you have had a chance to look over the latest briefs from Kelipat Nogah, so I'll not go into too much detail. To summarize, we've known for a while that the goal of most, if not all, of the Sarkic Cults has been to somehow resurrect Grand Karcist Ion. Up until now, we believed that the diaspora and the scattered nature of the Cults prevented any such thing from ever happening. We never truly contemplated that there could be any unifying force behind the Cults, or that any such force could continue to exist after literally millennia since the fall of Adytum and the Kalmaktama Empire. [She pauses and the sound of rustling paper can be heard.] Dr. Low: The truth of the matter? We've never been able to account for all of the Klavigar. Orok has always been the only one we've ever been able to conclusively point to, and even then, we've never been able to accurately trace his footsteps. We have some guesses as to where Lovataar is, but we have no idea where Saarn, or Nadox could have been hiding all these years. O5-01: Surely they can't still be alive. The War of the Flesh was what, three thousand years ago? Dr. Low: Bumaro was alive until last year, and all of our research has proven that Karcists can achieve a form of biological immortality. To assume that such a feat is impossible for a Klavigar would be naive in the extreme. No, I assure you that they are out there. The breadth and scope of the Sarkic threat is such that there can be no doubt that they are, and they've been pulling the strings for a long time. O5-12: The reality, I'm afraid, is that they've had centuries to plan and prepare for all of this, and we have been too far behind the ball in this that we're not even playing catch-up anymore. I don't think we have much choice at this point but to declare a CK-Class scenario and initiate Protocol Scarlet. Dr. Freemont: Excuse me, Overseer. I'm not certain that trying to force the Chartered Nations to give up control of their Armed Forces is a good idea right now. The international political situation is tenuous at best right now. All of the major signatory nations are experiencing massive political upheaval, and most of the people that are even capable of making the decisions necessary to implement Protocol Scarlet are dead or missing. Each of the signatory Heads of State must agree to the Protocol to even make it happen. It's not like the necessary generals and whatnot will just volunteer to serve our cause. Franks, Esq: Not if the Administrator invokes Article Two, Section One. O5-07: Section One has never been used, Michelle. It's only a part of the Charter because- [She cuts off mid-sentence, and there is a moment of silence on the line.] The Administrator: It's a part of the Charter because I insisted that it be a part of the Charter. I would never have agreed to head up this organization if it wasn't, and both President Roosevelt and Lord Salisbury knew it. While I agree that Protocol Scarlet may be our best option right now, I want to see if we can go through normal diplomatic channels first. Dr. Freemont- [END LOG] Afterword: The remainder of the transcript of this meeting has been omitted for brevity. A full transcript of this meeting, along with the mentioned briefs and reports is available upon requests to approved SCPF Personnel. SCP-4273-8 - Initially believed to be an isolated incident, ex post facto investigation by Kelipat Nogah operatives has concluded that the theft and use of SCP-3911-1 should be included as the eighth and final SCP-4273 iteration. ■ 4273.doc.03 - Area 02 Security Feed Transcript ■ □ 4273.doc.03 - Area 02 Security Feed Transcript □ Date: 22 February 2020 Location: Armed Reliquary and Containment Area-02 Foreword: The following is a partial timeline of events that transpired over the course of several hours and pieced together by Foundation Investigators. A full timeline is available to Kelipat Nogah personnel and other relevant parties upon request. [BEGIN LOG] Timestamp 02:39 Ext.Cam.08, Main access road - [A column of closely-packed armored vehicles can be seen approaching at a high rate of speed, led by large humanoid figure on foot. As the video progresses, the humanoid figure begins to shift and transform before growing in size to approximately equal to a semi-trailer truck. The figure continues to pick up speed as it nears the perimeter fencing and guard post. The figure elongates and transforms further, with its head and upper torso disappearing behind a heavy bone carapace and parietosquamosal frill.3 It then impacts the metal and cement security barricade at the primary Area-02 entrance, demolishing it completely. The figure appears to stumble further into the compound before carrying on into the front facade of the building, ignoring a continuous fusillade from the exterior gun emplacements. The armored convoy follows the behemoth into the compound where they return fire with roof-mounted heavy machine guns, quickly disabling or destroying the external point defense emplacements.] Timestamp 02:46 Int.Cam.09, Entrance Atrium - [The behemoth crashes through the armored entrance gate, creating a sizable hole in the external facade of the building. The behemoth's carapace shows significant damage, and a dark fluid can be seen streaming from several gaping wounds in the creature's sides and flanks. The creature stumbles into the middle of the atrium before collapsing, quickly disintegrating into a thick slurry, pooling across the floor. Moments later, the Biological Contamination alarm triggers, causing the video feed to strobe with red and white visual indicators as the Area personnel remaining in the Atrium all begin to collapse and writhe along the floor. The front convoy vehicle enters the building and slides to a halt before discharging several black-armored figures and a tall, heavily-disfigured entity. The entity, designated PoI-0432/Halyna,4 makes a small gesture above the spreading pool, and the entire surface ripples in response. The afflicted Area personnel stop writhing on the floor and drag themselves to their feet and begin shuffling towards the access doors to the remainder of the facility. A tall figure swathed in a tattered and stained funereal shroud,5 a powerfully-built Asian man in tactical gear,6 and a slight Indo-European man in a slate-colored suit7 join PoI-0432/Halyna in the Atrium where they converse for a few moments before following the converted Foundation personnel deeper into the facility.] Timestamp 03:12 Int.Cam.26-31, Subfloor 06, Biological Research - [What started as a firefight between the armored invaders and Area Security evolves quickly into a rout as more and more Area personnel become infected with the biological contaminate and begin attacking the uninfected personnel. Interspersed among the Area staff are black-armored foreign strike teams working in twos and threes, using high-powered assault weapons to break apart Area rally points, breaking up resistance before it can fully form. PoI-0432/Dutoit can be seen moving through the fighting, surrounded by a tight knot of the infected. As members of this entourage are damaged beyond their capacity to continue, the remainder either close ranks to cover the gap or the fallen is replaced by another of the newly-infected. The invaders enter Biological Research Lab 09 where PoI-0432/Dutoit collects several samples of the 3862-Σ virus being held there for study. He then leaves to proceed deeper into the facility.] Timestamp 03:14 Int.Cam.47-49, Subfloor 08, Archaic Weapons Storage - [The fighting here is less intense, as less personnel are stationed in this section of the facility. PoI-0432/Ban can be seen jogging down the corridor followed by a small, heavily armed squad of black-armored invaders. He gestures and the team quickly begins dismantling the mechanism holding a Type B storage locker on its rack. A team of Area Security officers round the corner at the far end of the hall and immediately fire upon the invaders. PoI-0432/Ban reacts instantly, flinging a spray of tiny objects towards the defenders. The small bone shards pepper the Security team, most deflected by their armor. It becomes quickly evident that some made it through, as all six members of the repulsion team begin to shriek in agony as they start clawing at their equipment. A moment later, large protrusions begin ripping themselves free of the officers' skin, and they collapse into a spreading pool of blood and viscera. The invaders complete the removal of the storage locker before gathering it up and moving on, deeper into the facility.] Timestamp 03:31 Int.Cam.96, Subfloor 32, High Security Containment - [All of the PoI-0432 entities can be seen entering the security perimeter around SCP-3911-1. Bodies of site personnel can be seen strewn across the floor behind them. PoI-0432/Halyna casually rips the containment housing off the storage locker and reverently lifts SCP-3911-1 free from its storage brackets and sets it gently on the floor before stepping back from it. All four Karcists begin chanting in unison, and a pale smoke begins coalescing around them. As their chanting grows louder, a small female figure materializes in the fog and joins the circle to stand next to PoI-0432/Naman. Another figure appears, this one squat and powerful-looking. He glances about at the scattered corpses, then steps up next to PoI-0432/Halyna. Again, the gathering smoke coalesces into a disturbingly attractive woman dressed in black folds of semi-opaque cloth. She looks breathless and excited as she eagerly joins the assembled Karcists beside PoI-0432/Dutoit. As the chant nears the peak of its crescendo, a whip-thin man dressed in what looks like a monastic robe appears standing next to PoI-0432/Ban. As his voice joins the chorus, SCP-3911-1 begins to lift free of the floor, and a powerful wind begins to blow around the room, causing the thick fog to swirl and eddy in strange patterns. SCP-3911-1 disappears into a blindingly-bright corona of white fire, and the chanting of the assembled Karcists and Klavigar can only barely be heard above the roaring of the wind and flame. With a sudden and horrific crash, the flare surrounding 3911-1 explodes outwards, pushing the chanting cultists a step backwards and shattering the armored plating on the walls behind them. Corpses are flung away to crush against the far walls, and the feed shudders as the shock-wave hits it and cracks its reinforced housing. As the feed stabilizes, all eight of the assembled figures can be seen kneeling in a circle before a ninth. The figure is tall, skeletal-thin, and is using 3911-1 to support their weight. Obviously weak, the figure holds themselves erect, a fierce look in their emaciated face. The others look up at them with a mixture of awe and rapture expressing themselves clearly on their faces. The central figure reaches out and gently gathers the newcomers to them, embracing all of them and holding them close.] Grand Karcist Ion: Lopuksi, ŋäcämatse, olen kotona.8 [END LOG] Afterword: After this, all of the invaders disapparated, leaving behind their weapons and equipment. The infected Area personnel immediately collapsed upon their disappearance, and Area-02 was able to be re-secured by Foundation reinforcements 34 minutes later. From the Office of The Administrator FROM: administrator.this.is.a.fake.email@admin.scpf..this.is.a.fake.emaili.this.is.a.fake.emailnt TO: SCPF Chartered Nations list; O5-12 CC: SCPF Site Administration list; DATE: 22 February, 2020 RE: Protocol Scarlet It has become radically apparent that the scope and breadth of the SCP-4273 event is such that the Foundation is currently ill-equipped to maintain the status quo. As such, and with the consent of Overwatch Command, I am enacting Protocol Scarlet per Article II, § 1 of the Foundation Charter. Towards this end, Foundation Military attachés are currently en route to integrate into your pre-existing military command architecture, where they will assume command on behalf of the Foundation. As much as it pains me to do this, I must consider the entirety of normalcy across the globe. I am afraid that you no longer have the luxury of continuing to ignore the threats that we have been forced to deal with for so many years in the hopes that Somebody Else will clean up the mess for you. It is for this very purpose that the Foundation was established and why each and every one of you signed the Charter. You may not remember the events of the Occult Wars, but we do and the records of those events are still available for your perusal at any time. We cannot allow the world to revert to those days, and that is exactly what Protocol Scarlet was designed to prevent. Attached to this memo are summaries from all the reports to-date as well as a brief on the Kelipat Nogah Initiative. Furthermore, each of you should also be receiving a separate packet download specifying your roles within Protocol Scarlet. I urge you all to comply with the terms specified within Protocol Scarlet. While it is my ardent hope that you will see the necessity for such action, I know that some of you will not. Know that the Foundation is utterly committed to maintaining normalcy, no matter the cost. If that means that steps must be taken to ensure your compliance with the Charter, we will not hesitate to do so. The time of petty diplomatic bickering is at an end. Only together will we hope to survive what is to come, and I have faith that we will succeed as we have always done. The Administrator Secure. Contain. Protect. Act II: Exierunt ut Vinceret | In Memoria, Adytum Footnotes 1. For further details on this event, see SCP-2834 2. For further details on this event, see SCP-5509 3. A neck frill made primarily of bone and hardened tissue, rising back from the base of the skull. See Triceratops horridus. 4. Later identified as Karcist Halyna Ieva 5. PoI-0432/Naman, Karcist Naman da ke Tsatsa 6. PoI-0432/Ban, Karcist Ban Yongsun 7. PoI-0432/Dutoit, Karcist Lucien Dutoit 8. Loosely translated from Ancient Ämärangnä as "Finally, my beloved(s), I am home." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4273" by MalyceGraves, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4273. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. To read about licensing policy, see the Licensing Guide. Image 1 Source: Flickr License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Title: dcalfine.jpg Author: Anton Petukhov Release year: 2012 Image 2 Source: SCP-Wiki License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Title: admin.png Author: EstrellaYoshte (Author Page) Release year: 2021 |
SCP-4274 | neutralized | close Info X SCP-4274: The Lonely Angel Author: CrystalMonarch More by this author Taxidermy model of SCP-4274-1. Item #: SCP-4274 Special Containment Procedures: No containment procedures are necessary for SCP-4274 or SCP-4274-2. Scientific research into SCP-4274-1 is to be monitored and disrupted as necessary to prevent discovery of SCP-4274-1's anomalous properties. However, SCP-4274-1's existence and non-anomalous properties are permitted to remain public knowledge. If any specimens with preserved neural tissue are discovered, they are to be obtained by the Foundation and contained in Low-Value Item Storage. Description: SCP-4274 is the designation given to a series of radio broadcasts issued between 1848 and 18781. The only known records of these broadcasts are the diaries of Elizabeth Carlyle, a Catholic nun with the anomalous ability to receive and understand radio transmissions. She has been given the provisional designation of POI-73367 and her anomalous abilities are being considered for separate SCP classification pending review of similarities to SCP-1723. The diaries were brought to the Foundation’s attention following the publication of an edited collection of entries by the Providence Spirituality Center in 1973. An investigation into the diaries’ claims of contact with a supernatural entity revealed that the diaries contained information anachronistic with their time period, notably, several exceptionally detailed and accurate accounts of the Earth's magnetosphere. This prompted an autopsy of the author's remains which revealed the anomalous physiology of her skeletal structure2. All printed copies of the diaries have been destroyed, and the originals have been obtained by the Foundation. Selected relevant entries are available in the Addendum below. SCP-4274-1 is the species Ectopistes migratorius3. In 2004, research by a non-Foundation body on several unusually well preserved specimens revealed a biological structure capable of generating minor magnetic fields and electromagnetic waves, including radio waves. It is now theorised that similar to Columba livia domesticas4 ability to detect magnetic fields, SCP-4274-1's capacity to generate electromagnetic waves was used to assist flocks in navigation and co-ordination. From this and evidence from SCP-4274 it is theorized that sufficiently large flocks gathering resulted in the creation of SCP-4274-2, a gestalt intelligence capable of perceiving and transmitting a variety of electromagnetic waves. The means by which SCP-4274-2 came into existence are anomalous and are not explicable by standard models of physics. Much about how SCP-4274-2 functioned remains unknown, however it is not considered to have posed any significant threat. Its transmissions indicate that it was greatly limited in its capacity to both perceive and interact with the outside world. This includes members of SCP-4274-1, which were not directly controlled by SCP-4274-2, but rather functioned as a substrate on which it's consciousness existed, analogous to neurons in a human brain. In fact, SCP-4274-2 appears to not have been aware of their existence, and had a similarly limited understanding of most of the material world. SCP-4274-2 has been categorized as a Class II sapient entity, with intelligence approximately equivalent to the typical human. The entity is to be considered Neutralized as of 1878, which was when the last large flocks of Ectopistes migratorius were killed prior to their extinction in 1914. Addendum: Selected Diary Excerpts The diaries of POI-73367 are extensive, beginning in 1844 and continuing until her death in 1901. Many entries make reference to SCP-4274, and several entries of particular interest are collected here. July 26th 1848 July 26th 1848 Father always told me that a habit of writing was the best way to keep one's thoughts in order, and I pray that is the case now. Ever since I arrived in America, I have been plagued with the strangest delusions. I hear a voice, a voice that no other can hear, that sings to me in a language that is without words, and yet filled with meaning. I fear that I am going mad, that the illness that has left me an orphan in this foreign land is claiming my sanity too. Or worse, that the Sisters are right and the voice belongs to a demon trying to steal away my soul into the darkness. Despite what they tell me, I cannot believe that this is true. No delusion could sound so real. No demon could ever sing a song of such beauty, so filled with joy at the world. When I am feeling more optimistic, I fancy that it is an angel, sent by Mother and Father to watch over me. If so, they needn't worry. The work in the convent is hard but I have a bed, a full belly and a love of God to carry me through. I can survive without the need of a guardian angel. Still, despite its beauty, the creature does sound so lonely. Perhaps we could help keep each other company? This entry contains the earliest reference to the SCP-4274 transmissions. It was written approximately eight weeks after POI-73367's arrival in the USA5, and six weeks after she was taken in as an initiate of the Sisters of Providence. August 13th 1848 August 13th 1848 I'm writing this sitting on a damp stump in the woods. It's the third time this week I've snuck out, not to go anywhere in particular but just to have some time to myself. It's so suffocating there, I'm always surrounded by people and yet there's no-one I can really talk to. No-one who understands me. That's why I love going out like this, at the time when all others are asleep and the world becomes a more magical place. Back home they called this the witching hour. That's not a phrase the nuns would approve of but that doesn't matter. The witching hour is just for me. I wanted to try and understand the voice that I hear. It's clearer at night, not louder exactly, but easier to understand in a way that I cannot fully explain. I hear his thoughts and emotions and despite their foreign nature they make a strange kind of sense. I am certain now that the voice belongs to an angel, he is too filled with joy and love for God's Creation to be anything else. And yet he won't respond when I talk to him. I thought he might be ignoring me, that his search was only for angels and other such heavenly beings, but now I think that he simply cannot hear me. It makes me so sad to think of someone with such joy to be so alone. The Sisters teach that the only angels not in Heaven are those who have fallen but I cannot believe he could be of evil nature. Perhaps he has been sent here as a test from the Almighty? If so I wish him all success and even if he does not know it, I will keep him company on these quiet nights. This entry contains the first mention that SCP-4274-2 was attempting to make contact with other entities. No other SCP-4274-2 instances are known to the Foundation and this instance's formation is considered to have been an isolated event. September 2nd 1859 September 2nd 1859 I have a headache today. I am prone to such afflictions, and while this is certainly not my first experience it is by far the worst. There is the most awful screeching in my head, like the rumbling boom of thunder mixed with the keening of a mother goat in labour. Only now, the sound is directly in each of my poor ears. I have no desire to shirk my duties, but I simply cannot face tending the sick6 when I count myself amongst their ranks. The Sisters whisper behind my back, calling me weak and delicate for succumbing to such pain, and Mother Mary loves having another excuse to scold me. She says my faith should give me the strength to overcome such petty maladies. I would like to see her work with such a racket in her head, she who has not worked a nurse's shift proper in twenty years. At least my lonely angel understands. His voice is hard to hear through the din but I can tell he is hurting too. Cheer up old friend, we'll suffer through this together. The pain experienced by both entities is likely linked to electromagnetic interference caused by the concurrent Solar Storm of 18597. November 21st 1862 November 21st 1862 Another battle, another parade of broken and bloodied men. We are a nation tearing itself asunder because men cannot see the humanity of their fellows even as they live amongst them. At times such as these it is hard to believe in a loving God who cares for his children. And yet sometimes, the beauty of his Creation still shines through. I had finished a long night in the wretched tents we call a ward and was trudging back through the mud of the camp to the women's sleeping quarters. Then, the harsh light of the sun dimmed above me, and the soldiers called out in alarm. But I had no fear. I have some education to my name, and know an eclipse is not a danger, but simply another of God's miracles. A little piece of beautiful night granted in the midst of the day. I found a patch of clean grass to sit on and kept mine eyes shielded from the sun, for it still burned too bright to stare. I enjoyed the coolness of the dark settling over the land, the stars coming out while the sun hid. A beautiful sight, that, sadly, my fellows could not appreciate. Once they saw there was no danger, they moved on, sparing only grumbles about curses and ill omens. But I heard another voice, louder than the grumblers, my lonely angel rejoicing in the same miracle that I did. His eyes must be better than mine though, for while I was content to simply watch for stars he sang of patterns in the earth and in the sky. It cannot be described in words, his vision is too different from mine, and he can see the whole of Creation in ways I do not understand. His voice is directed at the heavens now, calling out to the planetary bodies above. He is telling them of our world, describing it in numbers and in poetry. I have sketched here a poor copy of what he has described, a map of our world in the cartography of the heavens. I do not claim to understand it and my copy is certainly flawed, but when he sings of it his voice is filled with such joy. He may think himself alone on this world of ours but he can still see it's beauty. And so long as he can find the strength to continue, so can I. Following this diary entry were several highly accurate sketches of the Earth's magnetosphere and one fairly accurate sketch of the Venusian magnetosphere with some minor errors. All diagrams were detailed to a point beyond the understanding and capacity of contemporary science. July 1st 1877 July 1st 1877 It has been a long time since I last heard my angel speak. At first I had blamed myself for the silence, thinking that my increased responsibilities had kept me too distracted to hear my angel clearly. I confess also that I have had less need of my angel as of late. There have been times when I have felt so alone in this world, and his voice was all that kept me going through the darkness. But now that I am a Reverend Mother I have my initiates. They are each talented and wonderful young women and mentoring them has filled my days and given me a sense of fulfillment that I didn't know I lacked. With such distractions, I felt the absence of his voice was justified and that there nothing truely amiss. I was wrong. Terribly wrong. My angel sang today in a voice louder than I've heard in years, a song of his death. His silence has not solely been the result of my inattention but also his deterioration. I do not know how an angel can die but he tells me his sickness is fatal and I have no choice but to believe him. I can only hope that his death will mean the end of his exile, that he will be taken up into the heavens to join our Father and his choirs of angels. If so, perhaps we two could meet at last in the afterlife and I could tell him of all I had heard and all that it meant to me. For now, all I can do is what I have always done, listen and remember. I have recorded his last message below as best as I can translate it into the English language, although my efforts remain but a poor copy of his true song. To any that can listen Now or on some distant sphere My light grows dim This will be my final missive I thought myself eternal as the sun I am dying I searched for another to share my joy I am alone Once I lived I coursed across this land in joyous flight Once I loved The beauty of this world and all the worlds beyond Once I dreamed A time when my thoughts could be heard To any that can listen Now or on some distant sphere Know what I could not You are not alone This entry was the last intelligible SCP-4274 transmission. Several incoherent fragments were recorded over the following year with a gradual decrease in both volume and content. The last of these occurred in March 1878, corresponding with the hunting to extermination of the last large Ectopistes migratorius flock in Petoskey, Michigan in which an estimated seven million SCP-4274-1 instances were killed. There is no evidence of the survival of the SCP-4274-2 entity past this point. Footnotes 1. Notably, this is prior to the earliest known human use of radio transmitters in 1894. 2. For full details see POI-73367 Autopsy Report. 3. Common name: Passenger Pigeon 4. Common name: Homing Pigeon 5. Census records indicate she was born in Dumfries, UK on the 12th August 1832. 6. This refers to her work as a nurse at the Sisters of Providence run 'Our Lady's Hospital' which had begun in 1852. 7. This was one of the largest geomagnetic storms on record and was induced by a solar coronal mass ejection (CME) impacting against the Earth's magnetosphere. Similar events occurring more recently have resulted in widespread radio disruption. |
SCP-4275 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4275 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4275 is to remain at its current location. An exclusion zone of 200m radius is to be established with warning buoys and underwater surveillance. Monitoring is to be handled by a liaison within the Port Authority. Embedded assets in the nearby Coast Guard station can be called in should a cascade event result in an instance of SCP-4275-1. Description: SCP-4275 is a granite statue located underwater at a depth of 18 m, 5 km off Sandy Hook Barrier Spit in New Jersey. It depicts a muscular male over 50, dressed in attire common to fishermen and dock workers in the early 20th century. Sedimentary analysis places it at its current location since the 1930s. SCP-4275 is affixed to a concrete base by spikes of naval brass, driven through the statue’s feet. Samples of both concrete and brass are consistent with materials produced in the New England region during WWII. Samples of statue show unusual structure consistent with petrified tissue. Damage to SCP-4275 produces anomalous effects, even if the damage is not visible. Natural erosion causes moderate discomfort in humans and animals within a 5 meter radius, but any greater damage has dangerous and unpredictable effects, including: Aggressive behavior in animals (especially sea life, horses, and bulls) Nautical mishaps Earthquakes Storm activity Thaumasonic shockwaves Irreversible physical and mental transmutation of nearby humans (designated SCP-4275-1) Danger exists of a cascade event wherein the effect of damage results in further damage. Due to this risk, no requests for further testing are being accepted at this time. A method of relocating SCP-4275 to a more secure location without causing damage is being investigated. Addendum 1: Abridged list of notable incidents and their effects. Date: 17 APR 2004 Incident: Sample removed for testing. Damage: 4 mm3 chip removed from SCP-4275. Effects: Three draft horses being transported by ferry broke restraints and ran rampant, resulting in multiple injuries but no human fatalities. Two horses self-terminated, one via the ferry’s propeller and one via drowning. One horse was terminated by gunshot wound. Outcome: Incident was not correlated with sample-gathering attempt until 2011. Date: 22 JUN 2010 Incident: Sample removed for testing. Damage: 1 cm3 chip removed from SCP-4275. Effects: 3.9 magnitude earthquake felt in Long Island. Outcome: Sample lost during earthquake. Correlation noted and investigated. Location of epicenter falsified in geological data. Closer monitoring advised. Date: ██ ███ ████ Incident: Accidental release of anchor from Foundation research vessel ████. Attempted seismic scan of internal structure by Foundation research vessel ████. Damage: Internal, likely originating from spikes used to affix statue to base, followed by significant scoring damage on back of statue. Effects: Only known cascade event. Only known creation of instance of SCP-4275-1. Outcome: Foundation naval assets called in to commence long-range bombardment. Bombardment successful in terminating SCP-4275-1 and cascade event halted. Cover story about naval war games disseminated to media. Site Director approves salvage of SCP-4275 to avoid further incidents. [Note: As it was not known at the time that movement would cause internal damage, incident was initially believed to be the fault of investigating researchers. It is now believed that the release of research vessel ████’s anchor was induced by SCP-4275 itself.] Date: 7 JAN 2015 Incident: Attempted salvage of SCP-4275. Object wrapped in waterproof padding material, secured with chain. Damage: 6 cm crack in left foot. Effects: Massive thaumasonic discharge. Outcome: Two agents in the water expired instantly from internal liquefaction. Three agents on deck suffered psychogenic cardiac arrest. One successfully resuscitated, but suffered permanent loss of hearing. All further salvage operations halted pending review. Addendum 2: Agents executing an unrelated raid found their target, a former salvage diver designated PoI-13322, deceased via petrification. Samples of the statue matched the composition of SCP-4275. In addition to numerous unrelated items and documents1, several items relevant to SCP-4275 were also recovered: Security footage of a confrontation between PoI-13322 and an individual identified as PoI-5176 A handwritten note, likely from PoI-5176 A brass plaque, matching materials and residue from SCP-4275. Security footage: Digitally recorded on an external drive. Camera was rendered inoperable by calcification of internal components. Extremely poor audio quality due to microphone placement near air vent. + Transcript of surveillance footage - Transcript of surveillance footage Source: Security camera footage from [REDACTED] Summary: Confrontation between PoI-13322 and PoI-5176. Speech is unintelligible due to poor audio quality. <Begin Log> <00:01> PoI-13322 escorts a woman identified as PoI-5176 into his office. She wears sunglasses and a headscarf. Red hair is partially visible underneath. <00:05> PoI-13322 motions for PoI-5176 to take a seat. She remains standing, pacing the room and examining objects. [Unintelligible dialogue for 3 minutes, 6 seconds] <03:11> PoI-13322 pulls out two bundles wrapped in handkerchiefs2 and tries to draw PoI-5176’s attention. He grows visibly annoyed as she makes small talk but otherwise ignores him. <03:26> PoI-5176 reaches a plaque on the wall and pauses. Her body language becomes rigid. Frame analysis shows movement under headscarf. [2 seconds of camera distortion] <03:29> PoI-13322 stands and starts showing off plaque. Body language and tone suggest bragging. He does not appear to notice her discomfort. <03:33> PoI-5176 turns suddenly, points at PoI-13322, and raises her voice. <03:36> PoI-13322 grabs PoI-5176’s wrist. Frame analysis shows significant movement under headscarf. [7 seconds of camera distortion during which can be heard raised voices followed by a loud crash and a metallic tearing sound.] <03:43> Footage returns. PoI-5176 clutches plaque in her hand.3 PoI-13322 is slumped against opposite wall. <03:45> PoI-13322 struggles to stand. Appears dazed. PoI-5176 drops plaque on desk. <03:50> PoI-5176 crosses room and lifts PoI-13322 off the floor. She strikes him three times across the face, causing significant bleeding and orbital fracture. <03:52> PoI-5176 slams PoI-13322 against desk, cracking it. Previously visible hair no longer visible. <03:56> PoI-5176 releases PoI-13322, begins removing headscarf and sunglasses. [Feed cuts out abruptly.] <End Log> Closing Statement: Since this incident, there have been no confirmed sightings of PoI-5176 and she remains at large. Due to her display of anomalous abilities, PoI-5176 is considered a high-value target. Note: Handwritten with a ballpoint pen. Handwriting analysis indicates emotional distress. Found attached to plaque with clear plastic tape. Letterhead matches paper found in office. Tape matches roll found on desk. Ink matches pens found in office. No recoverable fingerprints. + Text of note - Text of note O Foundation, This plaque was meant as an epitaph for a dead god. His body is in your possession not far from here. Please return this to its rightful place at his feet. His crimes must never be forgotten. Sic semper dies4 M█████ Plaque: 18 cm x 12 cm. Naval brass, further waterproofed with sealing wax. Rivet hole locations and residue match base of SCP-4275. + Inscription on recovered plaque - Inscription on recovered plaque Poseidon RAPIST Footnotes 1. Catalogued separately in Operation Report █████ 2. Objects recovered, designated SCP-████-1 and -2 3. Walls constructed of sheet metal. Plaque appears to have been riveted in place. 4. Latin. "Thus ever to gods." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4275" by Agent Fish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4275. 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-4276 | esoteric-class | SCP-4276 - Breathe Thy Devastation [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Access SCiPNET Email? One new message! Re:Congratulations To: TEN.picS|suoHneP#TEN.picS|suoHneP From: TEN.picS|refnoCC#TEN.picS|refnoCC Subject: Re:Congratulations Date 20/9/1995 Hey, since I'm lead researcher now, don't you mean "congratulations MS. Carla"? Who do you think you are, Director? Thanks though, and, if it's not too much of a bother, could you give them all my "regards" too? And, sorry, but I'm afraid that I can't share any details of the project. It's top secret; only critical personnel on a need-to-know basis type of thing. Sorry! Good day to you as well! Item#: 4276 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: thaumiel Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Protocol NULLARCH1 The following are to be enacted within twenty-four hours of the previous engagement. An organism - or organisms - meeting a weight requirement of 90kg is to descend into SCP-4276-B. At no point afterward is the organism(s) to be retrieved; all organisms undergoing Protocol NULLARCH are to be considered lost thereafter. A symbol of religious devotion is to be placed upon the rim of SCP-4276-B. For no reason may any form of religious iconography be engraved upon SCP-4276-B. The item may then be removed from SCP-4276 during the following engagement. The same item is not to be used twice. The following are to be conducted within seven days of the previous engagement. All personnel within the facility SCP-4276 is contained in are to be interviewed regarding any notable abnormalities in their activities or sleep schedules, which are to be monitored. Additionally, they are to undergo a Rorschach test with blank material. These interrogations are to be conducted and are under the authority of Senior Researcher König. Once the O-Class entity is revealed, it is to first be apprehended by security forces, be brought to the attention of both Lead Researchers, and then be placed in a holding cell awaiting trial and/or attempted termination based on the judgment of lead research personnel. Description: SCP-4276 collectively regards the following: SCP-4276-B is a crucible basin with an upper diameter of 26.82m, weighing 42,000kg. At the base of its roof, SCP-4276-B descends into a void extending well beyond its outside parameters. When matter comes into contact with a threshold of 1.07m inside the pit of SCP-4276-B, it will begin to rapidly deteriorate at varying speeds with no discerned pattern. Should the material be returned from this threshold prior to total annihilation, the process will cease and the subject will suffer all expected effects. Currently, the deepest recorded depth of the interior of SCP-4276 is 800 meters before the applied recording hardware was rendered defunct. SCP-4276-A can be observed within SCP-4276-B and in between engagements of protocol NULLARCH. As such, protocol NULLARCH has been devised to diminish SCP-4276-A's spread. There is no known method to extinguish SCP-4276-A. Testing:2 Subject Details: Depth: Retrieval: Subject Post Test Details Steel rod, 3kg, 125cm. Contact made; base of the subject level with the entrance. Yes; 10 seconds. Subject lost 9.5cm of length; subject carved with an upward spiraling pattern up to 107cm. 2.74kg. Steel rod, 3kg, 125cm. Fully engulfed; subject descended below the threshold. No. Following 40 seconds, the subject was pulled out, revealing nothing had remained of it. Steel rod, 3kg, 125 cm. Fully engulfed below the threshold. Yes; 20 seconds. Consistent spiraling patterns across the subject. Severe trimming. 1.13kg. Wireless camera, 1.8kg. 96 meters below the threshold. No. Considered lost. The pit appears to expand as it descends, with the recording showing a perimeter of 48m. D-6124, Male, 87kg. Subject immersed up to its waist below the threshold. Yes; 4 seconds. Subject immediately reacted to SCP-4276-A. Pulled out prematurely. Slim lacerations consistent with previous patterns noted along the legs, feet, and waist. 86kg. D-6125, Female, 79kg. Subject's left foreleg fully immersed. No; 20 seconds. Subject material was lowered into SCP-4276-A. Upon conclusion, the subject was raised, revealing that the lower parts of the leg had been fully removed. Subject's new weight: 74kg. D-6126, Male, 101kg. Fully immersed below the threshold. Yes; 40 seconds. Deep, jagged lacerations across the body in spiraling patterns; 3 fingers lost; 1 hand lost; body and head hair lost. 61kg. Hospitalized. Discovery: SCP-4276 was found following the complete destruction of the town of Oblation, North Carolina, USA. The population, prior to SCP-4276, was recorded at two-hundred and thirty-seven, all of which have been expunged from non-Foundation databases. Recreation of singular spiraling SCP-4276-A pattern. SCP-4276-B was located in what was formerly the center of the town, found overflowing with SCP-4276-A. No witnesses, files, or evidence of either the town of Oblation or SCP-4276 was found on the premises. Additionally, a difference in elevation had formed between the inside and outside of the premises of Oblation, forming a 46-meter deep crater around its edges and a 172-meter deep crater at its center. Spiraling patterns were carved into the crater ground, creating a network of the image on the right. During initial containment efforts, the effects of SCP-4276-A caused extreme difficulty for Foundation personnel in reaching SCP-4276-B, resulting in the annihilation of fourteen agents and two researchers; the three survivors were later terminated. After several days, a reliable method for reaching SCP-4276-B was discovered, and, once Foundation personnel could reach it, a draft for Protocol NULLARCH was devised by the former lead researcher at the time, Jameson Macrada. Revisions have since been made. O-Class3 Interview One Interviewer: Senior Researcher Friedenfänger König Interviewed: Lead Researcher Jameson Macrada Forward: Regarding Macrada's time with SCP-4276. [Begin Log] König: Macrada, sir, I trust you've been notified of the purpose of this interview. König: Let's begin, then. Mr. Macrada, if you could identify yourself for the audio recording. König: And, for how long have you served as the lead researcher for SCP-4276? König: And what is the current date? König: Very well. Mr. Macrada, over the past few weeks, there have been multiple complaints regarding various minor things, but, before that, might we discuss Protocol "NULLARCH"? König: How, precisely, were you able to come up with this Protocol? It seems, to me, antithetical, yet it works all the same. König: No, I don't, actually. How faithful would you say you are, Mr. Macrada? König: Interesting, Mr. Macrada. But, and you just said it now, you said it seemed "devilish"? And, that didn't answer my question either, so I'll cut to the chase: Why did you decide to dump bodies into SCP-4276? [O-Class begins slowly fidgeting its hand it a circular motion] König: No, Mr. Macrada, I don't see. Could you enlighten us, please? [König gestures to the audio recording device] König: With human bodies? Sir, I would think that those would only serve as kindling. König: Fascinating. And this has undoubtedly worked in our favor. König: Well then, if you would be comfortable with changing back to the topic of the recent complaints? König: Very well. These reports claim that you have been acting rather strange as of late. They describe you as being too quick, volatile, jumpy. Some times when you nearly fell asleep during work. König: -And logs with the site psychiatrist state that you haven't been sleeping well, either. That you only get between two or three hours of sleep, if any at all. [O-Class becomes silent] König: Mr. Macrada, could you divulge what, precisely, has been plaguing you? [O-Class remains silent] [König pauses, staring at O-Class for several seconds. He breathes in and leans towards O-Class over the table, looking it directly in the eye] [König is silent for several seconds] König: Jameson, sir, have you been compromised? [O-Class stops fidgeting, looks down, and silently nods its head] König: I see. It won't stop either, it doesn't stop. I can feel it, now, shouting in sigils and grand, deep stretches of nothing that burn my heart and sear my flesh. It wants, it hates, it needs, it says. It's yelling at me, it's furious, demanding. You must understand, everything I've done, everything that NULLARCH is, was me defying it, denying everything that it, that it silently screams in my nightmares. [O-Class pauses, breathing in and out, letting its head rest on the table] König: Mr. Macrada, our time is up. Thank you for participating in this interview. [König gets up, adjusting his outfit, before walking to the doorway] König: Yes, sir? König: Very. [König leaves, and two guards walk in] Security Personnel: Place both your hands behind your head and stand up. [Selected footage abruptly ends as security personnel approaches the O-Class. End log] Addenda: 4276.1 Following the removal of Jameson Macrada as lead researcher for SCP-4276, the position was transferred to Senior Researcher König for his experience and expertise. However, in light of the memetic influence displayed by SCP-4276, the site director of the facility SCP-4276 is housed in has decided to divide the role of lead researcher between two persons. Senior Researcher Wade Odenkirk has been selected for this role. [Senior Researcher Odenkirk is overlooking SCP-4276 from a catwalk as security personnel prepares for another test. König arrives from the left side, holding a clipboard and pen] Odenkirk: Sure took your time. König: Yes, they took some convincing. Odenkirk: So we're ready? König: I will give my greenlight if you'll give yours. Odenkirk: Alright. [To security personnel below] Bring him in. [Two security personnel leave the room. They return two minutes later with the O-Class present] König: [To security personnel below] Oh, get it a muzzle or something and set it up. [Security personnel march the O-Class towards SCP-4276. It begins shouting; further dialogue from O-Class removed] Attached file. Edited for clarity. [O-Class is strapped into the harness and security personnel look towards König and Odenkirk for confirmation. Before they get an answer, SCP-4276-A suddenly rises from SCP-4276-B, stretching between three and four meters above the threshold] Odenkirk: What in the fuck? What happened to NULLARCH? [To security personnel below] Shut it the fuck down now! König: Fascinating. Odenkirk: The hell you mean "fascinating"? Holy sh- [Odenkirk leaves the audio recorder's range, rushing across the catwalk to get down to the ground floor while König watches SCP-4276-A] König: Continue! Security Personnel: Sir, the Dash A! König: Just push it in, the harness will do the rest. [Odenkirk enters the ground floor] Odenkirk: Shut it down! Shut it do- [The screaming of the O-Class instantly drowns out Odenkirk] [SCP-4276-A begins sputtering, now releasing only small bursts as it shrinks down back into SCP-4276-B] [End log] Usage of O-Class personnel for the testing of SCP-4276 has been prohibited. Senior Researcher König's reluctance has been noted. Other discovered O-Class personnel are to be terminated via orthodox means. Addenda: 4276.2: On 4/8/1992, Senior Researcher Odenkirk temporarily left the facility SCP-4276 is currently housed in, in order to handle matters unrelated to SCP-4276. As research regarding SCP-4276 had stagnated, Odenkirk surmised that Senior Researcher König could handle all minor affairs regarding SCP-4276. On 5/8/1992, the testing of thaumaturgic items and spells with SCP-4276 was authorized, a truncated list described below. Subject: Description: Results: Ignis Imperium Pyromantic manipulation of the spread, rise, and/or situation of inferno. No reaction. Vi deinceps Remote creation of a minor shockwave that repels in a chosen direction. After being situated inside SCP-4276-B, the forces compelling the spell were subsumed. Hallowed One's Assurance Creation of a localized field surrounding the castor or the subject, causing immunity to some forms of deterioration, such as burns, caustic or acidic damage, or enhanced aging. No recorded difference between regular and enchanted subjects. Thirty-one tests disincluded for brevity. The Avant-Garde Standard of Sorcery, by Daniel Adamczak Book describing the current state of magic, noting multiple GOI cells and their interpretations and unconventional practices of it, and contains a number of thaumic passages such that its destruction is nigh impossible. Seen in full detail below. Anomalous Subject Testing-035 [Begin log] 14:21: The harness equipment is being fitted to suit the subject. Four personnel are in attendance, König too is present 14:28: All preparations have been made, and the subject is being transferred from its current holding to the chamber SCP-4276 is housed in. König is notified that Odenkirk has returned to base 14:30: Subject has arrived and is being readied for testing. König: Very well. Proceed. 14:31: Personnel continue adjusting. König faces the camera König: This is Senior Researcher Friedenfänger, recording the testing of SCP-4276 and The Avant-Garde Standard of Sorcery. Not the official script of it, but instead merely a reprint. Previous tests related to it have shown very intriguing results, and should this successfully negate the effects of SCP-4276-A, then the process of simply recreating the thaumic passages ingrained into it will prove fruitful. And then, I may find one, or more, of my questions answered. Junior Researcher Adams, are we ready to begin? 14:33: JR. Adams affirms him. König signals to proceed 14:35: The subject is brought to the harness above SCP-4276-B. The camera is turned to view the proceedings. JR. Adams looks to König for confirmation, and he once again signals to continue 14:36: Odenkirk enters the testing chamber and walks over to König Odenkirk: Hell's going on around here? I said no O-Class testing! König: Ah, Senior Researcher Odenkirk. You've arrived. Odenkirk: Yeah, I noticed, kraut, now what is going on here? I said no- König: You should see for yourself; this is not O-Class testing. 14:37: Odenkirk climbs several industrial stairways and catwalks to get to the top, shouting through the way to researchers to stop their efforts. As they hear him, personnel move away from the harness, which is positioned directly above SCP-4276's pit. JR. Adams asks König what to do, he does not respond 14:38: Odenkirk reaches the top catwalk and moves toward the personnel SCP-4276-A begins gushing from SCP-4276-B in a chaotic frenzy, reaching 5-7 meters above the threshold and completely consuming the harness Two personnel situated there flee immediately whilst JR. Adams remains in place, staring at SCP-4276-A. Odenkirk begins wildly cursing and runs towards JR. Adams. The camera's vision is obscured by the roaring SCP-4276-A The one other personnel rushes outside to contact site security 14:40: Odenkirk and JR. Adams are seen moving away from SCP-4276. JR. Adams was later diagnosed with injuries similar to those seen in previous D-Class experiments while Odenkirk displayed no damage at all JR. Adams rushes down the stairways and catwalks, screaming in pain and clutching at various places of his body as he does so. Odenkirk stands stationary in front of SCP-4276, watching the movements of SCP-4276-A 14:42: Site security arrive and escorts JR. Adams outside the chamber. Two agents approach König Security: Sir, is anyone else hurt? König: Odenkirk, up there. 14:42: The selected footage ends as security agents approach O-06 [End Log] Closing notes: Subject is considered lost, Junior Researcher Adams has been hospitalized, and O-06 has been interviewed revealing that it had left the facility SCP-4276 is housed in, in order to escape SCP-4276's effect on it. After attempts to terminate O-06 through orthodox methods failed, O-06 was released into SCP-4276. Awaiting replacement secondary lead researcher. Addenda: 4276.3: Following the conclusion of one hundred and twenty tests utilizing thaumaturgic methods, persons, and items, SCP-4276's capacity for the complete annihilation of matter, regardless of any additional thaumaturgic characteristic, has been found to be absolute. Additionally, it seems that SCP-4276-A is similarly incapable of being manipulated through non or thaumaturgic methods. The only stimuli found to cause a change in its activity are O-Class personnel and their relative distance to SCP-4276-A. Additional information on O-Class entities has also been found amidst a new series of tests, which has provided new insight for the continued secure containment of SCP-4276. O-Class entities will begin to develop symptoms after a period of one-two weeks of being located in the same facility that SCP-4276 is housed in. This occurs regardless of whether the O-Class has come into contact with SCP-4276. The O-Class will then begin to develop inherently non-human characteristics, most pressingly, the capacity to internally interact with an unknown entity. More details, including detailed notes and descriptions by Senior Researcher König regarding notable traits seen in O-Class personnel and how to identify them, can be found here. Senior Researcher König has also begun another series of tests utilizing non-thaumic anomalous objects that have low value or possess properties of interest to the project, which is to begin on 14/9/1992. Senior Researcher Carla Confer, previously of Area-55, has been chosen for filling the role of secondary lead researcher for SCP-4276. She arrived on 21/9/1992. Internal log - König and Confer dialogue [Senior Researcher König is overlooking testing preparations from a top-level catwalk, occasionally taking notes. Senior Researcher Confer enters the chamber from the top floor entrance and walks towards him, clipboard in hand] Confer: Hey, Doctor King! König: I do not have a doctorate to my name, and that name itself would be König. Confer: Oh, sorry about that. It's just that we work with a lot of doctors, you know? König: Yes, Researcher Confer, I know. Confer: Well, it's nice to meet you, … Researcher König, sir. König: We're both of equal rank, Researcher Confer. Confer: Yeah. It's actually my first time acting as lead researcher. And I really wanna do a good job here, really, but there was something I wanted to talk to you about. König: That being, Researcher Confer? Confer: Well, I wanted to speak with you about these tests, as well as the many other tests you did before I got here. König: They served only to find that the answer to understanding this relic does not lie in magic. My interests, however, still burn the same. Confer: That's good, um, Researcher König. But the tests, I mean, even these ones, don't you think they're unethical? König: How do you mean? Confer: With all due respect, you've sent a number of people down in that pit. König: D-Class are expendable, dangerous criminals - each one a nuisance to society and a deranged delinquent - and we now know that the deeper sections of SCP-4276 deteriorate faster than higher. This will, perhaps, help should a more formidable need arise. Confer: O … kay. And what we're doing now - cross-testing has been discouraged in every site I've been to. König: Such a preference is one that does not account for all situations. Wasn't your previous facility directed by an anomaly "themself"? Confer: We- König: Researcher Confer, if you are bothered by what we are doing here, what kind of authority and responsibility stems from this position, then you are welcome to wait in your office until this is over. Confer: N-no, no, I-I can handle this. König: Are you so sure, Ms. Confer? Confer: Y-yes, Mr. König, sir. [König looks at her and smiles, briefly nodding] [The test proceeds with both researchers taking notes. Depite its anomaly, SCP-8421-D lasted no longer than a standard human. End log] Internal log - Confer and Adams dialogue [Junior Researcher Adams is laying on a Foundation medical bed watching television. Several casts wrap around his arms, torso, and neck. Outside, Senior Researcher Confer can be seen walking down the hall and turns to the door, lightly knocking on it] Adams: Oh, come in! [Senior Researcher Confer opens the door and steps inside] Confer: Hello! My name is Carla Confer, and I'm the other lead researcher for the SCP-4276 project. Adams: Oh, oh thank God! Confer: I'm really sorry to hear about what happened, and I hope that- Adams: Please, you gotta tell the boss to stop doing these tests! Confer: I … König has assured me that these tests are quite necessary to understanding thi- Adams: -He-he threw the last guy in your position down that hole! Same with the guy before him! Four people he's thrown down there, not even including D-Classes! Confer: They … they weren't human anymore. He told me that they posed a threat to everyone around them, "another voice in the head to deprive us of ourselves and our humanity." Adams: But he hasn't even tried out any alternatives! He just sends them, to that hole, to die. They die down there! What if it's you next?! [Senior Researcher Confer recoils] Confer: I need to go now. I'm sorry that you went through this, and I do hope you recover soon. [Senior Researcher Confer turns and opens the door, stopping outside after closing it. She stands there for several moments, covering her eyes and shaking. End log] Addenda: 4276.4: On 06/10/1992, Junior Researcher Adams was interrogated on suspicion of O-Class infection by Senior Researcher Friedenfänger König. Shortly following the conclusion of the interview, O-11 was released by security personnel. The latest height of SCP-4276-A reached nine meters. Internal log - König and Confer dialogue [Log opens inside Senior Researcher König's office. König and Senior Researcher Confer are present] Confer: Why, König?! König: The signs were all there. It clearly was no longer human and I could not have it bringing this to ruin. Confer: He was right. He was right - did you even think about an alternative?! König: Indeed, I have. But what do you have in mind, fraulein? Confer: Amnestics, surgery, resorting to anomalous methods, anything to help these people instead of … König: Yes, Ms. Confer? Confer: Instead of killing them! König: I have not killed anyone. I did not make that artefact, nor did I give it its potent capability. Instead, I have been given an enigma, one which we know painfully little about, and one that could, if used properly, save thousands of lives. Confer: … How do you figure that? [König stands] König: Because. You've seen it, have you not? You arrived here once we had concluded the thaumaturgy trials and found that nothing, nothing, Ms. Confer, would be spared. And you are here now, as we begin "cross-testing" the anomalies that have proven to be not worth the effort. And we destroyed them, Ms. Confer. As of yesterday, we have tried ten different objects that were seemingly indestructible, and we were returned with only an empty harness. Nothing has yet survived. What we have is the chance, a great opportunity afforded to us by, frustratingly similarly, an unknown force. If we are to continue and if we are to achieve the best, then we must first establish the boundaries of this gift. We must be aware of any failures in this system beforehand. Confer: A gift? König: Yes, Ms. Confer, a gift. We have discovered the vengeful wrath of the cosmos, a power beyond any nuclear bomb or crossbow. And a power such as that, a power to rival Mjöllnir, the Thunderbolt, or the Lance of Longinus, must be well managed in our hands. Think of the things in the dark, how many beasts without end do you think the Foundation has contained? Many, Ms. Confer. Many. And how many people have died because of them? Dozens, do you think? Hundreds? Or, God forbid, thousands? There are things in this world that need to be expunged, and there are things in this world that, until now, could not be undone. And so, if twenty people are to die for us to put these things down; if a hundred are to be sent down there so that humanity may reach a brighter day, then the choice is obvious, Ms. Confer, and I will not allow the important work we are doing here to be harmed because of an out of line inhuman anomaly. Confer: That … König: Yes, Ms. Confer? Confer: Just … please consider something other than throwing people to d- to die down there. [König is seated once more] König: Not people, Ms. Confer, and I am afraid I cannot give my authorization for that. There are many variables we have yet to study, and many of the subjects we have performed upon were moreso wasted due to the actions of your predecessor. Confer: We're both equal rank, I have authorization privileges too. König: And to change the procedures of our project requires mutual agreement, which we have not achieved. Now, I would suggest, Researcher Confer, that you find somewhere else to spend your time. I have anomalous object trials to consider. [Confer turns and walks to the door, hesitating for a moment when she reaches it] König: Is there something wrong, Researcher Conf- Confer: What if you were infected? What would you do? [König looks at Confer] König: Then I would find an adequate replacement, and then turn myself in, Carla. [Confer opens the door and leaves. End log] Addenda: 4276.5: Inquiries have been forwarded to numerous other Foundation facilities regarding the neutralization of notable, hazardous, or of-interest anomalous objects, especially entities of considerable ontokinetic connection or affiliation. Internal log - Confer and SCP-8752-O [Confer is walking down a hall towards her office. On the right side of the hallway, two security agents are escorting the latest trial subject] SCP-8752-O: Ma'am, help me! Get these guys off a' me! [Confer pauses and stops the agents] Confer: Who's this? Agent: The next one for the grinder. SCP-8752-O: You gotta help me, plea- [SCP-8752-O is suddenly struck in the stomach by one security agent while yanked upwards by the other] Confer: What is wrong with you two?! Agent: Ah, they're all the same. Besides, this one ain't gonna last too long. Confer: Why is he here at all? Why wasn't I notified? Agent: König's orders. Transferred from some other site, the document's in that room if you wanna take a look. Confer: Docu- just, please, take him to a cell. I want to see these documents. Agent: Ma'am, this is on direct order from König. This thing is to be left to him and disposed of as he sees fit. Confer: Then on my direct order, as the other lead researcher, return him to his cell so I can look over his papers before I- Agent: Yeah, yeah, we get it. [To SCP-8752-O] Get up, asshole. [Both agents turn, dragging SCP-8752-O away with them] [Confer leans against a wall. She groans and massages her eyes. End log] Subject: Description: Results: Anomalous Item #2040 Small rubber ball. Utilizes temporal manipulation to return to the state it was previously in 5 seconds prior. The subject has been declared neutralized following a period of 300 seconds without anomalous activity. Anomalous Item #2057 Skeletal arm of a humanoid entity, impervious to all forms of damage. Was discovered after being noted to be the only surviving artifact in a Witch Trials museum exhibit. Subject immediately collapsed into dust upon contact. The remains are presumed to be lost. SCP-8972-D Humanoid entity capable of rapid and advanced regeneration, with recorded rates being 200-1100% efficiency. Briefly introduced to below the threshold for 20 seconds. Died 13 days afterward; autopsy revealed no damage, even with treatment, had healed. SCP-8657-D Humanoid entity capable of limited ontokinesis. Containment has proved to be extremely costly. Successful neutralization. To: TEN.picS|refnoCC#TEN.picS|refnoCC From: TEN.picS|suoHneP#TEN.picS|suoHneP Subject: "Termination trials". Date: 20/10/1995 G'day, Carla, I have just received a message from your facility asking me about possible anomalous objects from the Area to kill off. I was given few other details, and find this rather concerning. I know you said need-to-know basis, but now I'd say it's necessary; what exactly are you doing over there? I'd really rather not have to consult that deadtone file to find out. Good day. Internal log - König, Site Director, and Confer dialogue [König and the Site Director are both standing in the Site Director's office. König is discussing the current situation of SCP-4276 trials] [König walks over to the Site Director's desk, picking up a framed photograph of a young girl seated on a mall Santa's lap. She is smiling] König: This is very cute. Yours, I would wager? Site Director: Mhm. König: Such a sweet girl, she seems. How is it that you don't speak of her more often, Mr. Velkes? I wouldn't have guessed you were of the kind to be blessed with children. Site Director: That's, well, because … König: Yes? Site Director: She passed away, four years ago now. König: Oh, what could have possibly beset such a fine young girl like herself? What kind of cruel injustice is there? Site Director: There was an incident. König: An incident? What kind of incident? Site Director: She- I, we … König: Yes? Site Director: What does this have to do with 4276? [König leans forward towards the Site Director] König: It involved an ontokinetic entity, did it not? [The Site Director becomes silent] König: Angelina, age twelve, died as one of multiple in an incident caused by the failed containment of SCP-4162-D, the slot now repurposed. Am I correct? … Well, I'll take your silence as a yes, then. Angelina died not just because of the failure to maintain proper protocol in the containment of the entity, but in the fact that we condoned the inefficient and disastrously unprepared restrainment of a god. I have taken multiple trips into the Foundation's database; I have found that the number of Secure Containment Protocols consisting of a singular "type-green" entity has risen drastically over the course of the last few decades. And yet, we are to dedicate more and more resources to the containment of these monsters. Site Director: What's your point, König? König: My point is that we have a simple and efficient solution here in this facility. Containment has so far proven to amount to little more than appeasement, and, if the need arises, indefinite sedation. But this much need, on such a grand scale as this, has strained the Foundation's resources few and thin. What we have here will eliminate these creatures - it will send them back once more into the night. There will be no hazards of sudden awakening, there will be no potential for Hume-level leakage, and there will be no more failed containment incidents - there will simply be eradication. [A light knocking is heard from the other side of the door] Site Director: Come in! [Senior Researcher Confer opens the door, stepping inside before noticing König] König: Ms. Confer! Confer: O-oh, I didn't realize you were here … sir. König: No, no, please, come in. We were just discussing the value of advancing the scope of the SCP-4276 trials. I'm sure you would have something to add to this. Confer: I-I can come back another time if- König: Oh, come now! You have come here to talk, so please, talk! Confer: A-alright … Um, Site Director Velkes, sir? I would like to hand in my two weeks' notice for transfer. König: Transfer? But why would you want to do that when we are so very close to making powerful strides in the Foundation? Confer: I … it's too much. The number of people we've put to death- König: -Anomalies, Carla. Anomalies. Dangerous, inhuma- Confer: -Yesterday, I had to take notes as you sent a fourteen-year-old kid to be burned alive inside that thing you called a "gift"! I don't want - I can't handle any part of this. Director Velkes, I'm sorry, but I request to be sent back to my original site. I also would like to look into amnestic treatment options. Site Director: It will be a shame to see you go. I'm sorry that we couldn't be more suitable for you. König: Well, that is truly, truly a shame indeed. [König moves from beside the Site Director's desk to the right side of the room and walks down it] König: When you first joined, I had surmised that you seemed like a capable young woman. The glowing reviews of your colleagues did indeed seem too good to be true. [König reaches the South-Eastern corner of the room, continuing] König: A senior researcher, who herself told me that she could handle the formidable task of supporting the Foundation of Humanity. Though, I suppose this was not exactly your fault, is it? [König reaches the South-Western corner of the room and continues walking] Confer: My fault? König: No, but nonetheless, this experiment has come to its unfortunate, though not unforeseen, conclusion - failure. [König moves to the door, swiftly swinging it open] König: Security! [Three security agents charge into the room under König's advice, moving to apprehend O-12. End log] Addenda: 4276.6: On 24/10/1992, thirty minutes after the previous log, the following test was conducted on O-12, personally overseen by Lead Researcher König. O-Class Testing #8 - O-12 17:56: Three security personnel escort O-12 and Lead Researcher König through various hallways of the facility SCP-4276 is housed in. Everyone ignores the desperate pleas of O-12 18:01: The group reaches the chamber SCP-4276 is housed in. One agent stays behind at the door while the other two, as well as König, lead O-12 upwards through a series of stairways and catwalks 18:02: König stops the personnel in the middle of a lower-level catwalk. He looks up at SCP-4276. O-12 dialogue removed König: Such a shame indeed 18:02: They continue forwards and upwards 18:04: They reach the midway section of SCP-4276. König once again stops the group, looking at O-12 König: For what it was worth, in your inability to contribute, you were successful in your job, O-Class, and I thank you for that. Which is precisely why this is such a shame indeed. 18:05: O-12 dialogue removed. Selected König dialogue removed 18:07: They make it to the top of the leveling system on par with SCP-4276-B. Lead Researcher König looks into the camera König: This is Lead Researcher Friedenfänger, recording for the testing of SCP-4276 and, with great misfortune, O- … 11th, previously, Senior Researcher Carla Confer. Though I knew the chance for sabotage was there, it is shameful that I found myself in that gamble. O-12 was infected an unknown time ago, and as such, all of its considerations, suggestions, and implementations must be considered as thoughts conceived through a compromised psyche. Its thoughts, such as its desire to see its fellow anomalies and O-Classes given inordinate care and treatment, must be disregarded in this understanding. We, the Foundation, must maintain our autonomy presiding over our subjects, and cannot allow them to control us. We must not yield to let them reign in their horrible night. We must remember that is what divides us - humans and anomalies - and we must not relent. And so, even with such a heavy heart, we must now begin the testing of O-12 and SCP-4276. O-12: Frie-Friedenfänger, please, don't do th- König: I'm afraid I cannot. Were I to let you go, what would you do other than spread your corruption, O-Class? O-12: T-then give me amnestics, do some thaumaturgic ritual, anything, please! König: We have not yet had enough O-Class test subjects to determine whether that would work or not, or whether there would be long-term conditions to such treatment. O-12: T-then start with me! We ca- König: One test at a time, O-Class. We'll get there. 18:14: König gestures to the two agents, and they escort O-12 closer toward SCP-4276. They brace as SCP-4276-A rises to 10.4 meters. König follows close behind them 18:15: They stand on the rim of SCP-4276-B, SCP-4276-A semi-fluidly waving upward a safe distance away. O-12 looks into SCP-4276-A König: Macrada told me that he heard whispers. We learned through the others that your kind begins to develop a connection to it. It makes demands of you, even in your sleep, does it not, O-Class? 18:16: O-12 does not respond, instead looking on into SCP-4276-A with a fixation König: Hmm. What does it whisper to you, O-Class? What does it say? What is it? What does it want? 18:16: O-12 raises its hand outward towards SCP-4276-A. König gestures for the personnel to allow this König: What is it telling you right now? What does it say? You must tell m- O-12: Chiral Hypocrisy. König: But what does that mean? What does it mean, Carla? O-12: I don't want to, no, no! 18:17: O-12 begins trying to thrash away from SCP-4276-A. König gestures at the security personnel. One grabs O-12's extended arm, which does not move. O-12 struggles against the other agent, abruptly overpowering him and using its other arm to tug at the raised one König: Push it forward. 18:17: The two agents grab O-12, forcing it forward, as its hand nears SCP-4276-A O-12: Chiral Hypocrite. Oh … I see, now. König: What does it mean?! 18:18: König gestures for the agents to proceed. They try to push it forward but are seemingly unable to O-12: I get it. König: Stop, you two. 18:19: Both agents stop and back away König: Carla, what is it? You must tell me! 18:19: O-12 walks forward, completely engulfing its hand in SCP-4276-A. It continues, putting in its forearm all the way to the elbow. It doesn't vocalize whatsoever. After ten seconds, it pulls its arm back out, revealing charred-black skeletal remains 18:20: O-12 raises its hand in front of its face inspecting it, brushing over it with its other hand. It turns the hand over, and begins flexing each of its skeletal fingers König: Speak to me, Carla, what does it say? 18:20: O-12 once more reaches out towards SCP-4276-A, touching its surface, watching as a considerable strand of SCP-4276-A diverts from the main force. It swirls around the arm in spiraling patterns, forming rings around it before merging with the limb Security: Sir! We need to shut this do- König: Silence! Carla, what does it s- O-12: You're a Chiral Hypocrite. König: But what does that mean?! 18:21: One agent moves to apprehend O-12. It intercepts with its skeletal hand grabbing onto one of the personnel's arms. The agent's arm, extending to the shoulder, quickly falls apart onto the floor Security: Shit! 18:21: The other agent backs away, attempting to retrieve a sidearm from its holster. O-12 stretches its arm in his direction, releasing a bout of SCP-4276-A which envelops the agent. He falls to the ground, writhing in pain König is stationary, watching as this unfolds, watching O-12 intently König: You have truly become inhuman, Carla. 18:22: O-12 looks at König König: These men have families, you and I know. But such is the cost of progress, I suppose. O-12: I-I-I want to leave, Köni- König: -It only took us this many tests to realize it. The permanent effects of SCP-4276-A on a willing O-Class subject, on one that was embraced but that had not yet fully succumbed! Before, with the ones that did not quite die- O-12: -No, no! No, this was … this wasn't … König: And an apparent mental struggle too! There is so much about you that I now wonder. So many new variables have been opened. Yes, any other forms of testing must be put on hold, we must understand what has become of you, how, or even if we can replicate it, and the nature of your newfound capability. You are truly doing good work here, Carla. 18:24: O-12 falls to its knees, massaging its affected hand with the other and covering its face. It sobs König: Oh, Carla, you have become inhuman - more than human. You have received a gift today, a great and powerful gift. You will help us in this war for humanity's survival against the anomalous, even from your new position. O-12: Please, stop talking! König: All of these months, all of these tests, all of this work - you have become it all personified! And I, I am proud, Carla. We will accomplish many things, me and- O-12: -SHUT UP! 18:26: O-12 retreats, covering its face with both hands 18:27: König gets down on his knees in front of O-12, rubbing its shoulders before hugging it. It does not respond 18:28: König looks into O-12's face, smiling König: Carla, I- 18:28: O-12 violently plunges its skeletal hand into König's chest. He screams as the arm burns its way deeper inside It digs around in his chest, eventually tearing out König's heart and holding it before them both as it crumbles into ash, spilling out and fading away König clutches at his chest, falling to the ground and writing in pain. The hole in his shirt corrosively expands, revealing the large wound and several dark veins emerging from it O-12: Oh, oh God. Oh, God! 18:29: The third agent arrives at the top level, hurriedly scanning the scene before him. All three Foundation personnel are on the ground, and the agent focuses his attention on O-12 The agent moves to the other personnel, tending to them whilst keeping watch of O-12. He holds his sidearm far out from himself in O-12's direction. Momentarily, the agent looks away from O-12, which seizes the opportunity and unleashes a small burst of SCP-4276-A towards his gun, annihilating it. O-12 quickly stands and maneuvers past the agent before running away 18:30: The agent moves to König, noticing the injury and his still body. He moves to assist the other, still living, personnel, kicking up a slight mound of dust in the process 18:32: O-12 makes it to the bottom of the leveling system, running towards the chamber doors which it opens with its still valid keycard. It flees the chamber 18:33: Klaxons blare, and a containment breach is announced Attached file. Access SCiPNET Email? One new message! Re:"Termination Trials" To: TEN.picS|suoHneP#TEN.picS|suoHneP From: TEN.picS|refnoCC#TEN.picS|refnoCC Subject: Re:"Termination Trials" Date: 24/10/1995 help me 18:36: König leans upright. [End log] ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4276" by Roufhous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4276. 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: Triple-Triple-Spiral-triskelion Name: Triple-Triple-Spiral-triskelion.svg Author: AnonMoos License: Public Domain Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Triple-Triple-Spiral-triskelion.svg Filename: Fire Name: Celebration Fireworks In The Black Night Sky.jpg Author: Uk2108 License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 4.0 International Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Celebration_Fireworks_In_The_Black_Night_Sky.jpg Filename: Blackflame Name: Liquid Flame (13958200348).jpg Author: George Alexander Ishida Newman License: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic Source Link: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Liquid_Flame_(13958200348).jpg Footnotes 1. Updated. 2. Truncated. 3. Named after Oblation, North Carolina. Consult Senior Researcher König for more information. |
SCP-4277 | safe | A fruiting SCP-4277-1 instance found growing amongst a large shrub. Item #: SCP-4277 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4277-1 instances are to be housed in a secure greenhouse at Site-103. To promote healthy growth, SCP-4277-1 are to be supplied with appropriate metal salts (see document 4277-4, available on request). Any instances of SCP-4277-2 harvested are to be catalogued and stored for future study. Discharge of SCP-4277-2 should take place in a sealed indoor firing range, with decontamination of the firing range after testing to prevent unintentional release of SCP-4277-2 spores to the environment. SCP-4277 cultivation centres outside of Foundation custody should be neutralised with the utmost urgency. All SCP-4277-1 instances that cannot be taken into containment during neutralisation are to be destroyed on-site. Any sites where SCP-4277-1 has been cultivated or sites where SCP-4277-2 has been discharged outside of containment should be monitored annually for signs of SCP-4277-1 growth. Description: SCP-4277 is a species of plant closely related to Vica faba (broad/fava/faba bean). Non-fruiting SCP-4277-1 instances appear visually identical to V. faba, but PCR gene sequencing has shown the extensive modifications to the parent genome (see document 4277-3). These modifications allow SCP-4277-1 instances to produce cellular machinery (organelles, enzymes etc.) not found in wild-type V. faba, which, under appropriate environmental conditions, results in SCP-4277-1 instances fruiting fully functional ammunition (designated SCP-4277-2). Different SCP-4277-1 instances produce different types of ammunition, with cross-pollination having been shown to generate new types of ammunition (see document 4277-1: Test Log). A partial list of ammunition grown includes: .270 Winchester (hollow point); .50 BMG (armour-piercing); .22 LR (hollow point); 12-gauge (shot); .625 carbine bullet; .308 Winchester (blank); Mk II (fragmentation grenade). Document 4277-3 contains the full list of SCP-4277-2 instances catalogued, available on request. Examination of SCP-4277-2 instances has shown the presence of spores contained within the bullet or mixed with the propellent. These spores are dispersed on discharge of a SCP-4277-2 instance and under favourable conditions will germinate to yield a new instance of SCP-4277-1. In order to fruit, SCP-4277-1 instances must grow in soil containing high concentrations of lead, iron and copper salts. Through a poorly understood pathway, these salts are accumulated and refined within the cells of SCP-4277-1. SCP-4277-1 instances can produce a range of explosive propellants, including nitro-glycerine (glycerol derived), trinitrotoluene (phenylalanine derived) and cordite. When not supplied metal salts, SCP-4277-1 instances will fruit much less often, and the ammunition produced is of very low quality. The quality of the ammunition and the propellant it contains depends on the SCP-4277-1 instance and the nutrients available to the plant during growth. Without proper care, munitions produced are of very low quality, causing jamming and other firearm malfunctions during testing. Testing has shown selective breeding and careful care during growth mitigates this effect, yielding high quality munitions that excel in controlled tests. Investigations into the origin of SCP-4277 are ongoing. Foundation-held samples were recovered from a variety of locations (see document 4277-2: Incident Log), along with documents indicating marketing of SCP-4277-1 as an alternative to arms manufacturing for developing nations. The high energy cost for SCP-4277-1 to achieve bullet growth coupled with the rarity of metal-rich soils in which wild specimens can flourish means SCP-4277 struggles to fruit in the absence of active cultivation. However, SCP-4277-2 instances remain viable for decades if stored correctly and SCP-4277-1 instances retain the hardiness of V. faba which allows them to survive for years in the wild. 4277-1: Test Log: + Show - Hide Procedure: Cross-pollination of SCP-4277-1 instances was undertaken to generate new SCP-4277-2 instances. Test 1: .270 Winchester (hollow point) crossed with 12-gauge (shot). Result: .270 Winchester (shot). Note: New SCP-4277-2 instances are produced in a large crop but are very low quality, frequently not firing in firing-range tests or being too misshapen to be loaded into a standard firearm. Test 2: .270 Winchester (hollow point) crossed with M84 stun grenade. Result: .270 Winchester (explosive). Note: The new SCP-4277-2 instances are produced in low yield and are prone to sudden detonation. Firing range tests postponed. Test 3: 12-gauge (shot) crossed with .50 BMG (armour-piercing). Result: .50 BMG (flechette). Note: These SCP-4277-2 instances excelled in firing-range tests but have been deemed impractical for manufacture. 4277-2: Incident Log: + Incident 1 - Incident 1 Location(s): █████████, United Kingdom 13/7/1996: A raid by local police forces on a suspected cannabis farm found SCP-4277-1 instances being grown hydroponically along with the relevant chemicals needed to ensure a high yield of SCP-4277-2. Foundation personnel within the police service acted to cover-up the existence of SCP-4277, resulting in twenty (20) SCP-4277-1 instances being taken into containment at site 66 for further study. A follow up operation secured all SCP-4277-2 instances produced by the cultivation centre. Investigations into where the individuals running the cultivation centre acquired SCP-4277-1 instances found evidence suggesting SCP-4277 seeds were smuggled into the UK and sold to criminal enterprises. Reexamination of illegal munitions seized by police in the wake of violent crimes show roughly 5 - 11 % are SCP-4277-2 instances. Clean-up of locations in which these were discharged and removal of SCP-4277 from UK circulation is ongoing. + Incident 2 - Incident 2 Location(s): Thailand; Cambodia; Laos 12/10/2004: Members of Mobile Task Force Delta-5 (“Front-Runners”) alerted the Foundation to interest from the Imperial Japanese Anomalous Matters Examination Agency (IJAMEA) towards SCP-4277-1 cultivation centres operating on the Thailand/Laos/Cambodia border. Further investigation by Foundation agents found a widespread SCP-4277 cultivation network involved in the growth and export of SCP-4277-2 instances. Rapid deployment of tactical teams successfully contained 3 cultivation centres 12 hours before IJAMEA forces arrived on-scene. Initial analysis suggests the majority of SCP-4277-2 produced was being sold to local militias and criminal organisations. The region is currently being monitored for further activity. 22/6/2006: Continued anti-cultivation operations in rural Thailand/Laos/Cambodia deemed successful. Results: 12 SCP-4277 cultivation centres neutralised, 144 new SCP-4277 instances contained, 16 crates of SCP-4277-2 recovered, ██ Foundation personnel KIA. Documents and computers recovered from cultivation centres show SCP-4277-2 export across Asia, but it is believed the majority of SCP-4277-2 instances produced by the cultivation network have been contained. However, work with local law enforcement agencies has uncovered a large number of small-scale urban SCP-4277 cultivation operations. This is thought to be a result of SCP-4277-1 instances being acquired from the location of violent crimes where SCP-4277-2 instances were discharged, often growing from or near the bodies of individuals executed with SCP-4277-2. Containment of urban SCP-4277 cultivation is ongoing. + Incident 3 - Incident 3 Location(s): Kansas, United States of America 16/4/2007: Agents M. █████ and K. ███████ reported widescale SCP-4277 cultivation in Kansas, USA. Further investigation led to the deployment of a Foundation tactical team to detain the individuals undertaking SCP-4277 cultivation and secure samples of SCP-4277 for analysis. Subsequent analysis by Foundation botanists determined the specimens to be V. faba. Agents M. █████ and K. ███████ were disciplined for misuse of Foundation resources. + Incident 4 - Incident 4 Location(s): Congo Basin, Africa 05/09/2009: Following the discovery of SCP-4277-1 instances growing at the site of a recent skirmish near ████████, DRC, Agent Y. █████ began investigations into large-scale SCP-4277 cultivation along the Congo River, Africa. Preliminary reports suggest that the river is being used as a route to move shipments of SCP-4277-2 to buyers within the Congo basin and ultimately to the Atlantic Ocean, allowing widespread dispersal of SCP-4277-2. Covert monitoring of ports has been established to prevent SCP-4277 leaving the Congo basin via sea-borne freight while containment of cultivation centres is ongoing. 6/10/2009: A dead-drop from Agent Y. █████ shortly before her disappearance claims that the Chaos Insurgency is involved in SCP-4277 cultivation within Africa. Agent █████ claims that the establishment of SCP-4277 cultivation centres can be traced to activity of Chaos Insurgency assets. The report suggests Agent █████ was attempting to acquire further evidence for this claim at the time of her disappearance, against the instructions of her handlers. Agent █████ is currently missing, presumed dead. 29/10/2009: Material recovered from the containment of a SCP-4277 cultivation site within the Congo basin confirms indirect management and/or establishment of the site by Chaos Insurgency (CI) assets. While individuals contained at the cultivation centre were not members of the CI, mature SCP-4277-1 specimens and SCP-4277-1 spores were supplied to the individuals operating the cultivation centre by known CI assets. Further operations to neutralise all SCP-4277 cultivation within the Congo basin are ongoing. 23/12/2009: It has been established that SCP-4277 cultivation is endemic to the African continent, where climate allows. Currently a majority of cultivation sites have been linked to SCP-4277-2 shipments from the Congo basin, both by sea and overland, although some sites in the north of the continent have been traced to SCP-4277 cultivation centres in Thailand contained by the Foundation between 2004-2006. A pattern has been established of cultivation sites first appearing in unstable regions as a result of CI agitation, followed by a rapid spread in SCP-4277 cultivation in the region. As previously documented, discharge of SCP-4277-2 in urban environments leads to small-scale cultivation of SCP-4277-1 instances recovered from the sites of violent crimes. Though CI assets are encouraging SCP-4277 cultivation, once established in a region new SCP-4277 cultivation centres will be established without CI intervention. The demanding care of SCP-4277 currently limits the rate at which cultivation spreads, allowing cultivation centres to be contained faster than they can be established. The most pressing goal for SCP-4277 containment is the tracing of SCP-4277-2 shipments before they can be discharged or the spores within harvested. 01/03/2010: SCP-4277 cultivation pandemic confirmed. Cultivation sites have been discovered in the Americas, Asia and Europe. Cultivation centre discovery and containment rates are currently equivalent, and without a major allocation of resources to SCP-4277 containment efforts will remain preventative rather than curative. The allocation of these resources is currently under yearly review, pending evidence that current measures are insufficient to maintain the status quo. Due to the influence of CI assets in establishment of cultivation centres, concern has been logged that allocation of Foundation resources to SCP-4277 containment may fuel long term CI operations to divert Foundation resources away from areas that are of interest to the CI. Containment of known sites is ongoing, where possible under the guise of anti-drug cultivation operations, and known SCP-4277-2 shipments are being tracked and seized. |
SCP-4278 | keter | SCP-4278 (Manifestation-52) Item #: SCP-4278 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the transient nature of SCP-4278, permanent physical containment is not possible. Upon evidence being received of an SCP-4278 manifestation, covert agents are to move to the manifestation site immediately and identify the first individual who witnessed SCP-4278. This individual is then to be brought into custody. Any other witnesses are to be administered amnestics and the area of the manifestation is to be sealed off from public use. When the first individual to witness SCP-4278 attempts to return to it, they are not to be prevented from doing so. Attempted containment in these cases has proven to be a waste of resources. (See Incident 4278-1.) A stretch of shore on SCP-4278. Image taken by exploration team. Description: SCP-4278 is a small tropical island which appears and disappears in various locations across the globe. In most cases, the area SCP-4278 appears in will be one with an extremely low human population; for this reason, it is believed most appearances of SCP-4278 go unreported. SCP-4278 will remain in a single location for a time ranging from three days to six months. Inspection of SCP-4278 by exploration teams indicates the presence of flora as would be expected for an island in the tropics, but no animal life of any kind has been found. In addition, exploration teams have reported a feeling of being watched which intensifies the closer they get to the center of the island. Despite full exploration of SCP-4278 taking place on several occasions, no source for this sensation has been identified, and it is currently unknown whether it is in fact an anomalous phenomenon or a mundane psychological reaction. The huts found at the center of SCP-4278. The only signs of human habitation on SCP-4278 are a series of six wooden huts of various materials and proportions in the center of the island. All six of these huts contain only single wooden tables, all of which appear to have marked by numerous sharp objects over a long period of time. Underneath these six huts are six mass graves, each of which contain bones, preserved organs and assorted viscera from an estimated two-hundred and sixty-four human beings1. The secondary anomalous effect of SCP-4278 occurs when it is first observed by a human being after manifestation. This human being, hereafter referred to as the victim, will then become convinced that they are going to be ritually murdered on SCP-4278 in the near future. Upon questioning, they will be able to provide specific and vivid details regarding their future murder, claiming that they are receiving the information as though they are remembering a memory that has not happened yet. Whether this is genuine premonition or memories implanted through exposure to SCP-4278 has not yet been confirmed. Immediately prior to SCP-4278 disappearing from its current location, the victim will make their way onto it, at which point both they and SCP-4278 will demanifest. Upon its next manifestation, new viscera will be present beneath one of the huts at the center of SCP-4278. Victims of SCP-4278 have invariably claimed they are not being anomalously compelled to return to SCP-4278, and are simply submitting to the inevitability of their future murder. All attempts to prevent a victim from returning to SCP-4278 have proven unsuccessful due to apparent coincidences that disable security measures, as well as an as-of-yet unexplained inability by bystanders to interfere with the victim as they make the journey to SCP-4278. Bar the victim, all foreign bodies introduced to SCP-4278 will be displaced into the surrounding area following demanifestation. For this reason, recording or otherwise monitoring of SCP-4278 following its disappearance is not possible. Interview Log 4278-1: On 12/09/2018, a manifestation of SCP-4278 was confirmed several kilometers from the small coastal town of Satsport, New England. The victim in this case was identified as local fifty-two year old fisherman Daniel Lawcroft, who was brought into custody at Temporary Site-52 shortly after. The following is the ensuing initial interview: <Begin Log> (Mr. Lawcroft is sitting at the table, his head in his hands. Dr. Santana enters, holding a cup of water.) Dr. Santana: You mentioned you were thirsty. Is this okay? (Pause.) Dr. Santana: Sir? (Mr. Lawcroft looks up, blinking rapidly, and takes the drink.) Mr. Lawcroft: Oh, uh, thanks. Dr. Santana: No problem. Something wrong? Mr. Lawcroft: I'm gonna die. (Pause.) Dr. Santana: We're going to do everything in our power to stop that from happening. Mr. Lawcroft: Doesn't matter. I can already remember it. (laughs) How the hell can I remember something that hasn't happened yet? Dr. Santana: I realize this may be challenging, but before we proceed I just need to get a little bit more information out of you. Could you take a look at these images? (Dr. Santana spreads several photographs over the table. Each is an image taken on SCP-4278 by initial exploration teams. After looking over them for a moment, Mr. Lawcroft points at an image of one of the huts at the center of SCP-4278 with a trembling finger.) Mr. Lawcroft: (quietly) That's it. Dr. Santana: That's what? Mr. Lawcroft: That's the house where they're going to cut me up. Dr. Santana: Who's going to cut you up? What do they look like? Mr. Lawcroft: I - I don't know. Just … people, I guess? With these white cloaks on, like bed-sheets, I won't be able to see their faces. They have these knives - um, they're sharp - very … very sharp. Dr. Santana: And when you say they cut you up … those are what they use? Mr. Lawcroft: They're going to open me up like - like a fish, all the way open. They're going to reach into me and p-pull parts out, and … and show them to me, right in my face, and then they're going to throw them on the floor. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt so bad, but I don't die. Why don't I die? (beginning to hyperventilate) A-A-A-And then they - they're gonna start cutting me up from the toes into little, little pieces and I don't die! Don't - don't die! Why the fuck don't I die?! I didn't do anything wrong! I didn't do anything wrong! (Medical personnel enter the room and begin calming Mr. Lawcroft down over the course of thirty minutes.) Dr. Santana: Are you feeling better? Mr. Lawcroft: Mm…y-yeah … no, not really. I want… Dr. Santana: Yes? What can I do for you? Mr. Lawcroft: I really want my mama, doc. <End Log> Following this interview, a meeting between Mr. Lawton and his elderly mother was proposed by Dr. Santana, approved and conducted. Mr. Lawton reported a significant increase in morale as a result. Incident Log 4278-1: On 19/12/2018, Mr. Lawton began making his way to SCP-4278 as part of its demanifestation. The following is a log of the efforts that were taken to halt his advance towards SCP-4278. Time Events 01:10 An unexpected systems failure causes the doors to Mr. Lawton's quarters to automatically open. Mr. Lawton begins making his way out of Temporary Site-52. 01:11 Security personnel on-site attempt to apprehend and restrain Mr. Lawton, but report an inability to do so. When questioned further, they are unable to explain the exact reason they are unable to do this, simply stating they could not bring themselves to perform any actions that would require contact with Mr. Lawton. 01:16 Security personnel instructed to non-lethally fire upon Mr. Lawton. All guns jam when security personnel attempt to fire. Mr. Lawton reaches the main doors of Temporary Site-52. 01:18 A second systems failure causes the main doors of Temporary Site-52 to open. As Mr. Lawton leaves, personnel report that he is crying profusely. 01:19 Mr. Lawton begins walking towards the town of Satsport. Security personnel are ordered to switch to observation rather than attempt to restrain him. 02:43 Mr. Lawton reaches the town of Satsport. Plainclothes personnel take over observation duties and attempt to convince Mr. Lawton to cease his approach, but he refuses. 03:11 Mr. Lawton commandeers a motorboat, which personnel find themselves unable to get into, and proceeds towards SCP-4278. 03:54 Under orders from Dr. Santana, snipers positioned over the coast take aim and fire in Mr. Lawton's direction. Although they are unable to fire any shots that would hit Mr. Lawton, they successfully fire upon and disable his vehicle some distance away from SCP-4278. 03:55 Using a remote drone, Dr. Santana attempts to convince Mr. Lawton to return to Temporary Site-52. (See Interview Log 4278-2.) Interview Log 4278-2: <Begin Log> Dr. Santana: Daniel, please, please return to your quarters. We can still help you! Mr. Lawcroft: You can't, doc. You really can't. I appreciate this, though, I really do. (Pause.) Dr. Santana: If what you've said is true, Daniel, they're going to kill you on that island. Mr. Lawcroft: Yep. Dr. Santana: Then why would you want to go there now?! Mr. Lawcroft: Don't wanna do anything, doc. Wanna go home and watch some TV, pet my dog, fall asleep on the couch. But they're already cutting me up. They're already going to cut me up. Doesn't matter what I want. (Pause.) Dr. Santana: That boat isn't going anywhere, Daniel, and the waters are bad this time of year. You won't make it to the island either way. Mr. Lawcroft: (sighs) Wish it were true, doc, but neither of us've got a choice in the matter. Watch. <End Log> Time Events 03:58 Mr. Lawton begins to walk across the surface of the water. 04:22 Mr. Lawton reaches the coast of SCP-4278 and collapses into the fetal position, shaking. Personnel find themselves unable to approach SCP-4278. 04:30 Several hooded figures wearing white cloaks emerge from the foliage in SCP-4278 and drag Mr. Lawton out of sight, who begins screaming, but does not attempt to resist. SCP-4278 demanifests. Following this incident, Dr. Santana submitted a request for reassignment from SCP-4278, and a supplemental request that none of his future assignments require him to be near large bodies of water. Both requests were approved. Footnotes 1. DNA testing has shown the majority of these remains to be a match for a significant number of individuals on missing persons lists around the world. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4278" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4278. 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: scpisland.jpg Name: Island near Big Drop Off Reef, Palau Author: Matt Kieffer License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: scpisland2.jpg Name: At Petite Cayes beach Author: Christine Warner License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr Filename: scpisland3.jpg Name: Massai hut Author: Jonas Bengtsson License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-4279 | safe | Item #: SCP-4279 Level 3/4279 Classified SCP-4279 reassembly attempt 7, dated 2019/02/22. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4279 is kept disassembled in an anomalous item storage vault at the high-energy physics lab of Site-33. Alteration to a component of SCP-4279 before assembly requires approval from site command. Testing of a reassembled SCP-4279 must be conducted at an off-site explosives testing range and activated remotely. All items produced by SCP-4279 are to be contained and disposed of in accordance to standard procedures for radioactive waste. Description: SCP-4279 is a device separated into 7 components, marked one through seven on attached documentation, with the following descriptions handwritten in Urdu: Power Supply Lead Ion Collider Recombination Vessel (Mk. II: post-Iron metals) Element Extruder (Mk. V: Hydrogen through Plutonium) Molecular Assembler (Mk. III: Fizzier champagne) Output Tray Command Input When assembled, SCP-4279 uses electrical power to generate and assemble matter into theoretically any molecular or atomic form based on pre-programmed designs, the coding language of which has been reverse engineered by Foundation programmers. Items created by SCP-4279, however, invariably produce high amounts of gamma, alpha, and neutron radiation, making them immediately lethal to nearby organic life and posing a lasting ecological threat to the nearby environment. Ongoing research of SCP-4279's components have yet to identify which are responsible for the radioactive side-effect. Addendum 4279-1: Discovery SCP-4279 was discovered on 2017/08/17 when embedded agents in the Pakistani government alerted the Foundation of an anomalous radiological disaster at a facility owned by Khan Research Laboratories1 in the city of Kahuta, Pakistan. MTF Unit Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") dispatched a Curie-class drone remote-controlled via insulated wired connection upon measuring a constant radiation rate of 625 mSv/s2 at a distance of 1.4 km from the source. The drone measured a radiation rate of 7220 mSv/s at a distance of 30m before making visual contact. The video feed identified a single, unopened bottle of champagne sitting on the output tray of SCP-4279 as the source. SCP-4279 was surrounded by multiple cadavers dressed in military uniform and one in a lab coat with a patch bearing the words: Dr. Tanzil Baqri, Research Lead. The bottle was contained within a concrete container with a lead-boron lining by remote-controlled drone. Addendum 4279-2: Log of Created Items from Command Input List of items recovered from the Command Input component's on-board memory translated from Urdu: Date Program name Item created 2016/04/02 Water 160 g of gaseous oxygen, 20 g of gaseous hydrogen 2016/06/21 Rice 1 kg of rice starch 2016/09/29 Chick peas 50 g of pureed chick peas 2016/11/13 Water 180 g of liquid water 2016/12/14 Rice 1 kg of hulled rice 2017/02/28 Cup of water 180 g of liquid water in a 200 mL plastic cup 2017/03/01 Bottle of champagne A 500 mL bottle of champagne 2017/03/01 Bottle of champagne (large) A 1 liter bottle of champagne 2017/03/01 Untitled-2017-03-01 One latex condom 2017/03/02 Untitled-2017-03-02 One 500 g bar of dark chocolate 2017/04/11 I don't have to wait A golden replica of the Nobel Prize in physics, dated 2017 2017/04/19 Helium-3 3 kg of 3He in a 500 mL steel canister 2017/05/15 Untitled-2017-05-15 20 100-mg pills of sertraline3 2017/05/15 Bottle of scotch One 750 mL bottle of single malt scotch whiskey 2017/05/29 For the historians Golden bust of Dr. Tanzil Baqri 2017/05/30 Better idea Platinum bust of Dr. Tanzil Baqri 2017/07/15 Untitled-2017-07-15 One 200 mg dose of Mifepristone4 2017/07/28 Untitled-2017-07-28 A wooden placard reading "You Still Helped The World" 2017/07/28 Untitled-2017-03-02 One 500 g bar of dark chocolate 2017/07/28 Bottle of scotch One 750 mL bottle of single malt scotch whiskey 2017/08/05 Untitled-2017-08-05 One 500 g container of concealer makeup 2017/08/15 Something nice for the generals One silk dress interlaced with diamonds 2017/08/15 Bottle of champagne One 500 mL bottle of champagne 2017/08/17 Bottle of champagne One 500 mL bottle of champagne made entirely from unstable isotopes Addendum 4279-3: Recovered Note The following was discovered inside the Command Input component during initial disassembly at Site-33. To Dr. Baqri, I hope the champagne was fizzy enough this time. Enjoy it. Aisha Osmani, (former) PhD candidate Footnotes 1. A weapons and high energy physics laboratory administrated by the Pakistani Armed Forces 2. millisieverts per second 3. Antidepressant originally marketed under the name Zoloft 4. An abortifacient advised for use within the first 49 days of pregnancy |
SCP-4280 | safe | Item #: SCP-4280 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4280 is to be contained in Locker-1987 in Site-83. Excluding the circumstance of testing, access to Locker-1987 is prohibited to all personnel. All personnel are to be strictly reminded that they are not to use SCP-4280 for any non-scientific reasons. This includes using SCP-4280 on another person, using SCP-4280 on themselves, or using SCP-4280 on any other entity in the Foundation's custody. Description: SCP-4280 is a 30 cm x 30 cm x 50 cm sealed glass jar marked with the name 'The Inter-Dimensional Insult Punishment Jar' and accompanied by two blank lines below it. No manufacturer name or logo can be seen on the jar itself. The lid on SCP-4280 is unable to be removed. SCP-4280's anomalous properties manifest after an individual writes down a name1 and a duration of time2 on the two blank lines. Once filled in, should the noted individual on SCP-4280 say a phrase or sentence intended to emotionally hurt another entity directly or indirectly within the duration of time written on SCP-4280, SCP-4280 will make a loud buzzing noise and vocalise the phrase 'You insulted someone'. Within 5 seconds after the buzzing noise is made by SCP-4280, a maximum of 50 dollars will be deducted from the individual's bank account and materialise inside SCP-4280 in the form of U.S. dollar notes3. The amount of money deducted is determined by the type of insult they said. (For a comprehensive list, refer to Addendum 4280-A) At the end of the duration of time, the accumulated money inside SCP-4280 will dematerialise4, with SCP-4280 subsequently vocalising the phrase 'I hope you have learned your lesson'. Following that action, the written name and duration of time on SCP-4280 will disappear. Within the given duration of time, an individual is unable to erase the written name and duration of time on SCP-4280. All of the individual's money that has been collected by SCP-4280 cannot be retrieved back by the individual. Addendum 4280-A: Compiled list of the separate fees charged by SCP-4280 for different insults Open SCP-4280 File A ... List of Insults recognised and charged by SCP-4280 (with the specific amount of money charged for each separate insult) Note: All charges are measured in U.S dollars. Insults including one swear word (e.g. You fuck, Son of a bitch, You piece of shit) - $5.00 Insults including more than one swear word (e.g. Fucking piece of shit, Son of a fucking bitch, You piece of fucking shit bitch) - $7.00 'Your mom' insults - $0.50 Insults focusing on the individual's body figure, appearance, or speech - $10.00 Insults focusing on the individual's personality - $15.50 Insults focusing on the individual's family, friends, or pets - $18.50 Insults referencing a popular character in pop culture, or a historical figure - $18.50 Insults focusing on any Person of Interest/Group of Interest - $25.00 Insults focusing on the individual's religion, race, or sexual orientation - $30.00 Insults focusing on the individual's disability or any other limitation - $40.00 Insults including the phrase 'You krakeling suplan of a wereling trehiog!5' - $50.00 Addendum 4280-B: SCP-4280 Testing Logs Open SCP-4280 File B ... Subject Name: Doctor Nikolai Gretka Duration: 24 hours Subject Bank Account Balance: $██████ Foreword: Dr. Gretka has been constantly reprimanded for his constant use of vulgarities and overall bad behaviour. Results: SCP-4280 worked normally. After Dr. Gretka learned that he was a test subject for SCP-4280 three hours into the stated duration, he was observed to be 'nicer' around his fellow researchers. However, at the end of the stated duration, after Dr. Gretka learned that he wasn't getting his money back from SCP-4280, he continuously swore for 3 minutes, after which SCP-4280 stated that he 'had clearly not learned his lesson' and proceeded to charge a 'punishment penalty fee' of $100 from Dr. Gretka's bank account. Subject Name: D-6517 Duration: 1 hour Subject Bank Account Balance: $0.00 Results: For every insult D-6517 delivered to another individual, SCP-4280 collected 50 ml of blood from D-6517's body. At the end of the stated duration, SCP-4280 told D-6517 to 'save some money, or it'll take his organs next'. Subject Name: D-2354 Duration: 1 hour Subject Bank Account Balance: $██████ Foreword: For the entire duration of the test, D-2354 was ordered to only say statements phrased as insults, but were in reality only statements of fact. Results: SCP-4280 worked normally, with the exception being that all of its 'You insulted someone' statements were replaced with 'You were too honest' statements. At the end of the stated duration, SCP-4280 told D-2354 to 'tone down his brutal honesty'. Subject Name: Doctor Reese Martens Duration: 48 hours Subject Bank Account Balance: $██████ Foreword: Dr. Martens has been constantly praised by the other researchers as being unwilling to say any insults aimed at other people and generally being a pleasant researcher to work with. Results: SCP-4280 was not able to collect any money from Dr. Martens until approximately half an hour before the end of the stated duration, when it began to collect $10.00 for every single sentence Dr. Martens said. At the end of the stated duration, SCP-4280 told Dr. Martens to 'fuck off with his fucking good guy routine'. Note: Looks like SCP-4280 refuses to believe that anyone can be that nice, huh? - Doctor Martens Footnotes 1. The name must belong to an existing entity. 2. Can be written in any measurement of time, and the duration must last for a minimum of one hour. 3. This action occurs regardless of whether the individual uses a different currency. 4. The Foundation is yet to determine where and who the money inside SCP-4280 goes to. 5. A well-known insult from Dimension-4752. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4280" by DrMartens, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4280. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-4281 | safe | SCP-4281. SCP-4281-1's location is marked with a white arrow. Item #: SCP-4281 Special Containment Procedures: The room containing SCP-4281 should remain locked and marked with an "out of service" sign. Unauthorized individuals found trespassing within this area are to be questioned, then given Class-A amnestics. Two security personnel will remain on site at all times, posing as casino staff. Communication with SCP-4281-1 is forbidden outside of approved testing. Description: SCP-4281 is a lavatory stall located inside the first floor men's washroom of the Holy Roller casino, Las Vegas, Nevada. SCP-4281-1 is a sapient entity residing inside this stall. Visual confirmation of SCP-4281-1 is only possible via the 20cm gap under the stall's walls/door. Viewing the interior of SCP-4281 by any other means reveals only an empty stall. If SCP-4281 is forcefully entered, either by bypassing the interior rotatory lock or simply breaking down the stall door, SCP-4281-1 will be entirely absent. Closing the door, or leaving the washroom unoccupied and unobserved for any period of time will cause SCP-4281-1 to re-appear. Due to this effect, SCP-4281-1 has only ever been observed as the calves of a white male, wearing white-red striped socks and blue-white 1995 Adidas Orion running sneakers. When an individual enters the stall directly adjacent to SCP-4281, within 10-15 seconds SCP-4281-1 will begin conversing with the occupant. SCP-4281-1 is described as having an up-beat, mild south-west American accent, and being prone to lengthy personal anecdotes, unsolicited advice, and long-winded opinions on current affairs. SCP-4281-1 will continue speaking regardless of response, or a lack thereof, often bridging natural pauses in discussion with phrases such as “That’s right, huh? Of course it is.”, “Another thing about that…”, and "Heck, you know what that reminds me of?” While most often discussing mundane topics, SCP-4281-1 has, on rare occasions, demonstrated an insight into various anomalous subjects, including thaumatology and hemogenic evocation. Additionally, SCP-4281-1 appears to possess a great deal of personal and classified information on the Foundation and several GOIs. Attempts at guiding the conversation towards these subjects has proven highly ineffective, as SCP-4281-1 seems unwilling or incapable of deviating from its chosen “discussions”. As such, the full scope of SCP-4281-1's knowledge, or how it is acquired, is currently unknown. Test Log - SCP-4281-1-01 Test Log - SCP-4281-1-01 Test Log - 4281-1-01 Interviewed: SCP-4281-1 Interviewer: Dr. M. Clarke. Foreword: The Holy Roller Casino was shut down under the guise of routine maintenance. Dr. Clarke then entered the stall adjacent to SCP-4281-1. The purpose of this test was to make initial contact with SCP-4281-1, and determine its origin. <2:13AM ██/██/████ Begin Log> Dr. Clarke: Good evening. My name is Dr. Clarke. I represent a- SCP-4281-1: Mornin'! Dr. Clarke: … I represent- SCP-4281-1: 'Course, some people say "evenin'" around this time, but Ifn' you want to get technical, it's mornin'. Not that I mind personally, but y'know, just in case you want to be extra accurate on that log of yours. Dr. Clarke: Yes, well… thank you. So you are aware you're being recorded? SCP-4281-1: 'Course! I don't mind. Honestly, it's kinda flatterin'! Y'know, I once met a fella' who claimed he invented the tape recorder. The portable one, I mean. 'Course, his wasn't like those fancy little doohickeys you're using, no no. His was this big ol' backpack with long spools of- whatsitcalled- record tape. Anyway! He tried to sue Phillips when they started makin'- Dr. Clarke: I'm sorry, if I could ask you some- SCP-4281-1: -ttle tapes, y'know. But he, Carter I think his name was, he didn't trust lawyers, or the courts! Since, a'course, they were recording all the testimony by then. He claimed they were 'in league with the enemy', the crazy S.O.B.! Now, his brother on the other hand- Dr. Clarke: I'm sure that's very in- SCP-4281-1: -ad a real successful textile business, and God bless 'im, he tried to get some of his little brother's inventions off the ground but- After 23 minutes of sitting and listening to SCP-4281-1, Dr. Clark signals to terminate the test, citing the unlikelihood of gaining any critical information. SCP-4281-1: -ut you know, the dog wouldn't give it up! Hah! The ol' boy musta' thought it was a lil' red hissin' snake or somethin'! So, a'course, KA-Boom he went! Poor Carter, he loved that dog. Sure, he shouldn't have had dynamite lyin' around near a lit blowtorch, but he'd be- Dr. Clarke: Yes, well, it's been… very pleasant speaking with you. Have a good evening, or morning if you'd like. We'll resume this at a later date. SCP-4281-1: -nths! Years even he was working on it! Honestly, I think the explosion knocked some sense into him, cuz the next dang day he cracked the [DATA EXPUNGED] principle, y'know, when you combine [DATA EXPUNGED] with the Closed Third Circle, just like the hemet-netjer did back in ol' Nubia. Ta-da! New dog! He was just like the old one, except the eyes were all- Dr. Clarke: … Hold on, what? You- hold on. Coms, did you get that? Yes. Yes I'm going to continue the test. SCP-4281-1, can you repeat that? Are you saying you're familiar with both [DATA EXPUNGED] and Heka blood rituals? SCP-4281-1: Oh I'm heck-a sure I am! Hah! Just a little river-valley joke for ya. 'Course, you probably know those rituals are a messy business! 'Aint worth botherin' with, if you ask me. That-there dog ended up with an awful temper, eatin' all the meat out of the fridge, puttin' claw marks in the car door. Real active on walks though, kept ol' Carter in shape I guess b- Dr. Clarke: No, not the dog. Could you go back to th- SCP-4281-1: -orth it. Barkin' at nothin' all the time! Or at least, nothin' Carter could see. Eventually he tore through the last of the furniture, so the only thing left in the house to really claw at was- Dr. Clarke remained in the stall for an additional 3 hours, fruitlessly attempting to guide the conversation back to topics of interest. The test was officially terminated at 5:56AM, roughly an hour after SCP-4281-1 began discussing its favorite types of bean salad. <End Log> Test Log - SCP-4281-1-05 Test Log - SCP-4281-1-05 Test Log - 4281-1-05 Interviewed: SCP-4281-1 Interviewer: Researcher O. Holland Foreword: The Holy Roller Casino was shut down under the guise of routine maintenance. Researcher Holland then entered the stall adjacent to SCP-4281-1. The purpose of this test was to try a variety of tactics to gain information from SCP-4281-1. <2:13AM ██/██/████ Begin Log> [36 minutes of irrelevant discussion expunged] SCP-4281-1: Anyways, his ol' Pa had given him that pick-up truck. They don't make American like that anymore. 'Course, finding a replacement for the drive shaft was a real' heckn' problem, but that's what ol' Bill deserved after driving it off that dirt mound! Y'know, Bill's sister- Holland: SCP-4281-1, once again, we'd like to discuss what you know about the Serpents Hand. You previously mentioned individuals who have directly dealt with the Black Queen. Please elaborate. SCP-4281-1: -n' tried to paint it pink! Can you imagine that? Oh, sorry there bud, what was that? Oh! Yeah! Hah! You know, that crazy ol' snake lady had hair kinda' like Bill's sister! All long and dark. She wanted to cut it, and give it to charity, but her Ma' wouldn't let her. "Girls shouldn't have short hair" she'd say. Now, personally, I think- Holland: What do you want SCP-4281-1? I'm asking you directly. We've offered you food, entertainment, and even a free exchange of information. Do you want us to resume foot-traffic into the restroom? Do you want regular attendants? Are you somehow trapped inside that stall? We have a great deal of resources at our disposal, but we need you to tell us what you want. SCP-4281-1: Aw shucks, son. I'm just fine! You Ess-Pee-Cee folks have enough on your plate without worryin' about old me. It's the sign of a true American cowboy to be self-sufficient, y'know! 'Course, kids these days with their phones, everyone has to be connected all the dang time- Researcher Holland removes his glasses, and rubs the bridge of his nose. Holland: Is there anything I can say to make you- SCP-4281-1: -n' their chat-snaps and such. Why even bother takin' pictures of every damn thing? Y'know, I remember when you had to get photo's developed! Knowin' you'd be paying outta' pocket, and the hours of waitin' made every picture special, y'know? Ain't that j- [1 hour, 12 minutes of irrelevant discussion expunged] <End Log> Test Log - SCP-4281-1-13 Test Log - SCP-4281-1-13 Test Log - 4281-1-13 Interviewed: SCP-4281-1 Interviewer: Researcher C. Williams. Foreword: The Holy Roller Casino was allowed to continue running normally during this test. The entrance to SCP-4281 was unlocked, and given the appearance of resumed public access. During the test, Foundation Security discretely warded people away from SCP-4281. Researcher Williams then entered the stall adjacent to SCP-4281-1. Researcher Williams was instructed to pose as a typical casino patron, and attempt a "personable" approach to gain information from SCP-4281-1. <12:31AM ██/██/████ Begin Log> Researcher Williams enters the stall, and sits down. After a pause, SCP-4281-1 engages conversation. SCP-4281-1: Hey hey, doin’ alright in there bud? Williams: Oh, yeah! Having a great time tonight! Name’s Cam. SCP-4281-1: Good to know ya’ Cam! You know, I met a Cam once, out in West Bank, had to be fifteen years- Williams: Oh hey, say, what’s your name? SCP-4281-1: Ah I’m just an old rambler, but Cam, my Cam y’know, he was the kind of fella who- Williams: Oh yeah, hah, we all know a guy like that. We had lots of them back East. So where are you from? Given previous conversations, Researcher Williams had been instructed to aggressively head off SCP-4281-1 to prevent a "rant", while still appearing friendly. SCP-4281-1: Wherever the wind takes me, you know how it is! Well, no, you don’t. You never even left Warrenton before all this! I guess that’s East of somethin’, all things relative, so I won’t call you a liar. Williams: I-… hah, you got me buddy. Caught my accent huh? I traveled West to get here so- SCP-4281-1: Oh-ho-ho! Not bad! "Never lie. A half-truth is much easier to swallow." Agent Porter would be proud! Researcher Williams goes silent, awaiting instruction. Director Imani, his handler, tells him via earpiece to continue the test. Williams: Alright, since you know who I work for, I'll stop with the pretense. Honestly though, I'm just here to chat. I want to get to know you! My name actually is Cam- SCP-4281-1: You hate bein’ called Cam. Always have. ‘Creepy Cam’. Williams: That-… what? SCP-4281-1: That’s what they used to call ya, right? ‘Creepy Cam’. Hah! Not very creative. Then again Matt never was the thinkin’ type. Big though. Big, mean, held back two years, Daddy always givin' him the belt. He took that out on you, the little bastard. Him and his gang. Williams: Yes- well, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of stories abo- SCP-4281-1: ‘Creepy Cam’, always reading those big old books, dressing in black, drawing strange little doodles in his notebook. Smart as a whip, didn’t even need to try. Matt resented that, y’know. The guidance counselor was right, he was jealous! 'Course, knowing that didn't stop him from shovin' you in a trash can. That wasn't so bad though. Now mouthin’ off about your Ma, that was the worst. Even Matt regrets that. He didn't know, y'know? He didn't know she'd gotten sick. He feels bad about crossing that line, even today. He even apologizes to you in his sleep, then wakes up with wet eyes. Williams: L-… Listen, could we talk about something else? I don’t think- SCP-4281-1 creates a thumping sound against the dividing wall, three open-palm slaps. SCP-4281-1: Ah cmon, buck up! It got better, right? Matt’s off pumping gas these days, and look at you! Big fancy science man at a secret lab! Hoo-wee! If those kids could see you now! Director Imani calls to terminate the test given SCP-4281-1's current topic. Researcher Williams stands, and moves to open the door. SCP-4281-1: Hey, whoa there! I didn't mean to offend! I thought we were getting to know each other! Researcher Williams exits the stall. SCP-4281-1 is heard shouting. SCP-4281-1: Hey, cmon Cam- er, Cameron! It's all in the past, y'know? You're a popular guy now! Lots of "creepy" friends, right? Director Imani instructs Researcher Williams not to engage. Researcher Williams moves to exit the washroom. SCP-4281-1: Shame what's happening to Lawrence though! Researcher Williams stops with his hand on the door, pauses, then turns and re-enters the stall. Director Imani reiterates that the test has ended. SCP-4281-1: Not surprising, y'know. He never was quite as clever as you. Kind, though. Real kind. Sat with you on that first day, introduced you to everyone, even taught you how to kick the vending machine just right for a free soda! Good man, good man. Doesn't deserve what's happening to him, no sir. Williams: What do you mean "happening". Lawrence is… he's dead. Director Imani tells Researcher Williams not to divulge any additional information. Researcher Williams disconnects his earpiece and microphone, dropping them to the stall floor. SCP-4281-1: Hah! Dead!? Not by half! Real kick in the pants, that. ‘Course, if I walked into a big angry cave full of screamin' rocks I’d sure- Williams: Wait, please, what do you mean? SCP-4281-1: -think twice about not bringin' a map! Heck, I nearly got lost one time in this big ol’ K-Mart off the I-29. Y’know, back in- Williams: Wait, just wait-! SCP-4281-1: - the day before they shut down. Funny story there. See, the manager of that-there K-Mart had a- Williams: Please, please just stop talking for one second! Please! Is Lawrence alive!? How can I find him!? Security personnel enter the washroom. Researcher Williams is advised to leave the stall. SCP-4281-1: -welve horses! Can you believe it? The poor kid on cash was there with a mop until past midnight just tryin' to- Williams: Wait! Guys- just listen, he knows something about- No, please, just give me another five minutes to- Security Officer ███: [REDACTED] After a short pause, Researcher Williams is voluntarily escorted out of the washroom. SCP-4281-1: So I said to him- Oh! Uh, well, alright then! Have a good night fellas! Come back any time! No audio is recorded for 4 minutes. At 1:49AM, Researcher William's microphone picks up several labored breaths, and a long, deep sigh. SCP-4281-1 is heard speaking quietly. SCP-4281-1: God dang it. Things were going so well. What'd I do wrong? People like talkin' about themselves, right? … I shoulda' just told him the trucker story. Everyone loves that story. Or maybe I shoulda' mentioned-… nah, he would have found that boring. Maybe I coulda'- no, that's just stupid. Dang it. Dang it! Another 10 seconds elapse. SCP-4281-1: Dang it. Another 45 seconds of silence follows. SCP-4281-1: …Why am I like this. <End Log> |
SCP-4282 | safe | SCP-4282 Item #: SCP-4282 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4282 is to be stored in a standard secure weapon locker at Site-68. The care and maintenance procedures for SCP-4282 are identical to any non-anomalous black powder cap-and-ball firearm. Testing of SCP-4282 must be authorized by a Level-3 researcher or higher. Be advised that SCP-4282's anomalous ability will target individuals that meet the either of the following criteria: Guilty of theft of any nautical vessel, including non-motorized vessels such as sailing boats, canoes, and kayaks. Also includes sub-nautical vessels (submarines.) Vessels must be capable of containing human occupants. Guilty of "piracy" as defined by Title 18 Chapter 81 of the United States Code. (SCP-4282's criteria are slightly broader, but this definition will suffice for testing and containment purposes.) Note: Any Foundation personnel stationed at Site-68 that meet the above requirements in any way should contact their immediate supervisor for transfer. See Incident Report 4282-A. Description: SCP-4282 is a .44 caliber single shot black powder handgun that utilizes a percussion cap as a primer. The operation of SCP-4282 is identical to any other muzzle loading black powder firearm, except that projectiles loaded into the muzzle do not directly exit the barrel. Upon firing SCP-4282, the nearest living human guilty of piracy or theft of a nautical vessel will suffer a fatal gunshot wound to the back of the head. Wounds caused by SCP-4282 are consistent between targets, featuring an entry wound through the parietal bone of the cranium and an exit wound through the right eye socket, although some cases present larger exit wounds than others. Analysis of the entry wounds reveal burns consistent with black powder and a .44 caliber hole, suggesting a point-blank shot from a muzzle loading black powder firearm. In conjunction, high speed footage of SCP-4282 reveals that the projectile does not exit the barrel directly, but instead teleports to the nearest offender that meets the criteria, regardless of distance. Fired shots retain their velocity and lethality, but are dependent on an adequate powder charge. Engraved on the right side of the barrel in cursive are the words, "Mutiny's Bane." Note: It was initially believed that SCP-4282 simply kills its user, but Foundation testing has clarified the function of the firearm, described above. For more insight into testing of SCP-4282, see the test results below. Discovery: SCP-4282 came to the attention of the Foundation when security footage from the bridge of the M.V. Almezaan, a general cargo vessel operating off the Horn of Africa, was intercepted by a Foundation operative embedded in the British Navy. The security footage log is attached. + Security Footage Log - Security Footage Log Timestamp: ██-██-2004 @1128 hours Security cameras record the events of a hijacking by a group of Somali pirates. The incident provokes an immediate response by special forces operating from the British frigate H.M.S. Monmouth, but not before a hostage situation evolved on the bridge involving the "lead" pirate and the Second Officer of the Almezaan. The pirate, who has expended all of the ammunition in his AK-47 rifle, pulls SCP-4282 from his satchel and holds it against the officer's head, clearly unaware of its anomalous property. Special forces breach the control room, at which point the pirate panics, firing SCP-4282 at point blank range into the officer's right temple. Footage then shows the pirate's right eye explode, ejecting a sizable chunk of the cranium and some brain matter. Simultaneously, the special forces operative breaching the room is struck in the upper thigh with a .44 caliber lead ball. No further anomalous activity is recorded. Note: The Second Officer suffered only a perforated eardrum and some minor burns. MV Almezaan was recaptured without further casualty or injury. Reports turned over by the British reveal that the lead ball was in fact fired from SCP-4282, despite the firearm not being aimed at either the pirate or the special forces operative. An inspection of the bridge proved that the shot could not have come from outside the room. Class-A Amnestics were administered to individuals who were involved or had knowledge of the hostage situation on the bridge. All other aspects of the incident, including the hijacking itself, did not require action on the part of the Foundation, as all anomalous activity was contained on the bridge, and the wounds inflicted by SCP-4282 were explained by non-anomalous gunfire. Testing: The projectiles should be .440 round lead ball, and the powder charge should be measured at 20 grains of 3F powder or equivalent. Modern No. 11 percussion caps are adequate for use with the firearm. As a fail-safe, two (2) D-Class personnel that meet the testing criteria (see containment procedures) must be present whenever SCP-4282 is to be loaded and fired. These D-Class personnel will take a primary (D-1) and secondary (D-2) position of three (3) meters and five (5) meters from the firearm respectively. As soon as SCP-4282 is loaded, all D-Class personnel must be treated as loaded firearms, and as such will be faced towards the firing range and away from all Foundation researchers at all times. All other personnel must remain outside the 5 meter radius during testing. All D-Class subjects used in testing must be fitted with a protective Kevlar helmet capable of nullifying the lethal effect of SCP-4282's bullet. + Test Results - Test Results The following is a summation of SCP-4282's anomalous abilities as discovered in testing. A comprehensive test log can be found here: SCP-4282 Test Log SCP-4282 has a range greater than ███ kilometers. An upper limit on this range has not yet been discovered. The bullet fired by SCP-4282 can be stopped before striking the targeted individual by use of a helmet. SCP-4282 does not target deceased humans. SCP-4282 does not recognize the theft of a model or toy vessel. SCP-4282 will recognize a stolen vessel as small as a kayak or canoe. In most cases, replacing any part of SCP-4282 will cause it to become inert. For an exception to this, see Incident Report 4282-B. + Incident Report 4282-A - Incident Report 4282-A On 02-10-2005 at approximately 1125 hours, Junior Researcher Helm, who was on lunch in the cafeteria at the time, was killed by a gunshot to the back of the head consistent with SCP-4282's anomalous ability. The incident coincided with a test being conducted on the other side of Site-68. It was later discovered that the D-Class involved in the test as the "target" had been falsely accused of the theft and sinking of a yacht belonging to a wealthy oil tycoon in 1987. The crime that Junior Researcher Helm committed that caused SCP-4282 to target him is unknown. "Testing procedures have been updated to reflect this incident by including a fail-safe secondary subject, and it is recommended that future screening of D-Class subjects be conducted in a more thorough fashion. These safety oversights in testing will not be tolerated by The Foundation, and Dr. ████ has been reprimanded appropriately. I will oversee testing of SCP-4282 from this point forward." -Dr. Leyland + Incident Report 4282-B - Incident Report 4282-B On 02-16-2005 at approximately 1245 hours, a test of SCP-4282 was conducted in which the barrel was replaced with an identical replica in order to discern which component of the firearm produced the anomalous effect. Upon replacing the barrel, SCP-4282 "malfunctioned." The projectile left the barrel directly, traveled approximately 1.5 meters, and stopped mid flight. Researchers reported a low hum, presumably caused by the bullet vibrating vigorously in mid air, as observed in high speed footage. The bullet remained in this state for approximately 6 seconds before disappearing. 14 seconds after this event, the bullet began to reappear and disappear at seemingly random points in space around the firing range. High speed footage reveals that the direction of the round each time it reappeared was erratic, but the velocity was consistent with a normal shot. SCP-4282 did not appear to be able to target any specific individual. The round continued in its erratic behavior long enough to destroy a Foundation surveillance camera and strike Dr. Leyland in his lower left calf muscle, where the bullet remained until it could be surgically removed. Dr. Leyland reported a significant amount of pain caused by the round vibrating inside his leg for several minutes after the wound was inflicted. As of 03-19-2005, Dr. Leyland has fully recovered from his injuries. "In light of recent events involving SCP-4282, I am indefinitely suspending any test that proposes alterations to the firearm itself. This includes attempting to duplicate or alter the anomalous ability for use by the Foundation." -Dr. Leyland Addendum 4282-12.06.2011: On the noted date, Foundation algorithms picked up a mention of the words, "Mutiny's Bane" in an online blog-post from an amateur treasure hunter. The individual discovered a small chest washed up on the beaches of the Akumal village in Quintana Roo, Mexico. The chest contained a wooden insert with two spaces carved out in the shape of two pistols. Underneath the insert was a scroll with a handwritten poem. Beware all ye dogs who pillage and plunder Those who would take what they ought not own Lest your head from your neck be rent asunder Heed my fair warning and let it be known That the Bane of Mutiny and the Helmsman’s Wrath Do guard the long decks of this galleon so fine Know that death himself will follow your path If you board this great vessel with greed in your mind Both the chest and the scroll have been transferred to Site-68 and should be kept in containment with SCP-4282. While there is clear evidence that a second pistol could have existed alongside SCP-4282, it is unclear if it has similar anomalous properties, or even if it still exists. Until there is tangible evidence for the object referred to as the "Helmsman's Wrath," it will not receive an SCP designation. |
SCP-4283 | keter | Lake Ouachita Item #: SCP-4283 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its impermeable nature, SCP-4283 cannot be contained with any currently available technology. Instead, most Foundation efforts will be focused on controlling knowledge regarding SCP-4283 by spreading disinformation, cooperating with local authorities, and closely monitoring activity on, in, and around Lake Ouachita. Furthermore, covert operations, code-named Operation Blakely, are to take place regarding the redistribution and use of SCP-4283's output flow. These operations are headquartered at Site-441, a collective location designation consisting of SCP-4283's containment facility and the Blakely Mountain Dam. While use of SCP-4283's effect in order to generate electricity and supply drinking water to local municipalities has been approved, the statistics regarding the output of Lake Ouachita must be altered to appear nominal to the general public. Per the ruling of the Ethics Committee, The Foundation shall not sell any electricity or water that is a product of SCP-4283 to any party, be it a private entity, corporation, government, or municipality. Products of SCP-4283 are to be used or stored on site, and any surplus generated by the facility must be given free of cost or compensation to a party approved by the Ethics Committee (e.g. the city of Hot Springs, AR or the State of Arkansas.) While containment has not been successful thus far, research into permanently neutralizing the anomaly will continue until a solution is reached, per the Site-441 Director. Description: SCP-4283 is an aquatic anomaly located above the surface of the Lake Ouachita Reservoir (Pronounced WAH-shi-tah) near Hot Springs, Arkansas. The anomaly is approximately 41 meters in length and 16 meters in width at its largest extent, but has an irregular boundary, resembling a rip or tear. SCP-4283 is located over the Northeastern section of the lake, approximately 3 meters above the surface of the lake at its lowest point and 19 meters above the surface at its highest point. It is currently unclear whether the anomaly is dimensional or spatial. As of December, 2018, approximately 4,600m3 of non-anomalous water pours from SCP-4283 each second. Samples of the water have revealed that it resembles normal lake water in every way, containing the appropriate levels of sediment and detritus, a nominal pH level, and identifiable minerals in solution with the water. All matter exiting SCP-4283 is, however, completely devoid of life. The flow rate of SCP-4283 increases by approximately 63m3 per second each year. The boundary that defines the shape of SCP-4283 is only permeable in one direction. Matter cannot enter from outside of the anomaly by any means, creating a perfect one way inlet between Lake Ouachita and a second unknown location, and complicating containment. All attempts to block or restrict the flow of water from SCP-4283 have been in vain. Containers built around the anomaly will eventually undergo a catastrophic failure due to constantly increasing water pressure. A record of notable containment attempts can be seen below. + Notable Containment Attempts - Notable Containment Attempts Containment Method: Attempt to displace the anomaly by means of a large concrete block and a series of hydraulic rams. Result: Failure of most hydraulic rams. Severe damage to concrete. Containment Method: One meter thick concrete structure surrounding the anomaly, reinforced with steel re-bar. High pressure valves used to stop the flow of water. Result: Multiple catastrophic failures of concrete containment structure. Containment Method: 70 millimeter thick steel pipe, 20 meters in diameter, 50 meters in length. Sealed with a specially designed quick locking hatch and welded in place. Result: Catastrophic failure at both ends of the containment structure. Two members of the welding team were injured and one was killed. Containment Method: Sphere of ███████ alloy reinforced with a titanium and ████ composite lattice structure. Materials were Coulomb-shifted to achieve an instantaneous and perfect seal. All personnel evacuated from the area. Result: Pressures within the sphere estimated to have exceeded 900 Gigapascals before containment failure. Detonation of the sphere due to water pressure showered Lake Ouachita with large chunks of ███████ alloy and super heated ice. The Operation Blakely infrastructure effectively redistributes the output from SCP-4283 into the local municipal water system where it is either used by the municipality in question or redirected to other surrounding systems. In the case that the system cannot handle the output, a secondary installation of pipes diverts the water to Lake Maumelle and the Arkansas River. To make further use of the anomaly, the Blakely Mountain Dam covertly houses a series of hydroelectric generators that provide electricity in surplus to Site-441 and the surrounding area. Publicly, the generators in the dam’s power plant are capable of producing 75,000 kilowatt-hours of power. The true output is much higher on average, but fluctuates depending on Operation Blakely's allocation of water. Site-441's ability to process its own drinking water and generate its own electricity aids in preserving the clandestine nature of the facility. Addendum 4283-12.06.1958: A letter from Site-441 Director Frederick Campbell. December 06, 1958 Site-441 staff, It has come to my attention that many low level members of Operation Blakely have questions regarding the "Keter" classification of SCP-4283 and our ongoing investigation into containing the anomaly despite its apparently benign, even beneficial nature. It is our current understanding that the water pouring from SCP-4283 is not being sourced from elsewhere on the planet, meaning that the anomaly is effectively increasing the amount of water (and mass in general) that exists on Earth. If SCP-4283 is not neutralized within the next few centuries, its impact on the planet will be impossible to conceal from the general public. Since Operation Blakely has been in effect, we have already seen the impact of SCP-4283 on Lake Ouachita, Lake Maumelle, and the Arkansas River. This destabilization will only continue to become more and more detrimental. The anomaly may not seem like a problem now, but the goal of The Foundation is to contain any and all anomalies that threaten human existence as we know it, no matter how far off the consequences are. At its current increasing rate of flow, SCP-4283 will cover every landmass on Earth with water in 15 million years, and the extra mass will alter the planet's orbit substantially. Long before that, it will cause catastrophic displacement of coastal cities. In the near future, SCP-4283 will be impossible to hide, and at its current rate of growth, may breach the containment measures put in place by Operation Blakely. Hence, a Keter designation. If any members of staff have questions regarding the ongoing research into containment of SCP-4283, please, hesitate to ask. Sincerely, Dr. Campbell, Site-441 Director History: SCP-4283 was discovered in 1946 after reports of a "waterfall in mid-air" circulated through the local population and Ouachita National Forest employees. SCP-4283 was quickly quarantined by the foundation and containment testing began. After a year of testing with no containment options available, theories that the anomaly would destabilize the local ecosystem and make concealment impossible came to light. The Foundation collaborated with the United States Army Corps of Engineers to design Operation Blakely, employing a covert pump station capable of diverting the massive amount of excess water away from the Ouachita National Forest. This became Site-441 and the Blakely Mountain Dam, both completed in 1953. Upon completion of Site-441, Lake Ouachita was formed from the affected portion of the Ouachita River. In order to maintain normalcy, the lake was not claimed by The Foundation, but instead remained part of the Ouachita National Forest. Non-foundation individuals that were aware of SCP-4283 were debriefed and amnesticized accordingly. An excerpt of a notable interview with a local is shown below. + Debrief Interview 013 [Excerpt] - Debrief Interview 013 [Excerpt] Interviewed: Marcus Olds, Native American descent, 68 years of age. Interviewer: Dr. Frederick Campbell, Site-441 Director <Excerpt of Log, 1647 hours ██-██-1946> Campbell: … and was there anything else unusual about the day before the anomaly appeared? Olds: Like I said, just the earthquake. Campbell: Yes, we've heard several reports of an earthquake, but I can't help but feel, Mr. Olds, that you're holding out on me. Are you sure there's nothing else you can tell us? Olds: … Olds: You would dismiss me as a lunatic, doctor. Campbell: I think you'll find that I'm very open minded. Any information could help us. Mr. Olds is hesitant to speak. Dr. Campbell begins to terminate the interview. Campbell: Officer, could you please escort Mr. Olds out. We're finished with- Olds: The hunter. Campbell: I beg your pardon? Olds: My grandmother would tell us stories in our youth. Most often, she spoke of a hunter, killing for sport in these woods. Dr. Campbell waves off the guard and resumes the interview. Campbell: And what does this hunter seek? Olds: The deer. A spirit animal native to Ouachita. My grandmother drew pictures of many spirit animals… they were taller than the mountains, wider than the rivers. The spirit world is invisible to most, but to very few, like my grandmother, it shows itself. Unfortunately, it meant she was blind in this world, but that never stopped her from drawing what she could see. Campbell: And the hunter? Could she see him as well? Olds: Ah… the hunter. The pictures she drew still show themselves to me in my nightmares. The hunter is just as immense and powerful as the animal he hunts. Campbell: Why does the hunter seek the deer? What's special about it? Olds: It is the last. Campbell: I see… and how does this story intersect with the anomaly on Lake Ouachita? Olds: When a spirit animal dies… the ground shakes and the Earth bleeds. The blood of the Earth, doctor, is water. Campbell: And what happens when the last spirit animal dies? What happens, hypothetically, when the hunter kills the deer? Olds: The Earth doesn't stop bleeding. Campbell: I assume your grandmother didn't have any other… more lighthearted stories to tell. Did she, by any chance, tell you a story about how to… stop the "bleeding?" Olds: Of course. Kill the hunter. Campbell: Something tells me that he would be quite hard to kill… either way, Mr. Olds, thank you. You have been quite helpful. Olds: You don't think me insane, doctor? Campbell: I wish that were the case… but that would make my job… just far too easy, now wouldn't it? Good day, Mr. Olds. The officer here will escort you out. <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4283" by GaPSMAV, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4283. 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-4284 | euclid | SCP-4284-14 displaying its mating colors. Item #: SCP-4284 Special Containment Procedures: Until there is clear evidence that a natural population no longer exists, SCP-4284 specimens are to be actively hunted and captured using any means necessary. MTF Lambda-37 "Tower Power" has been assigned to all duties involving the eradication, capture and containment of SCP-4284 instances at Site-231. SCP-4284 specimens marked for preservation are to be contained separately in appropriately sized enclosures, and should be provided with proportionally acceptable portions of water and various raw ores. While in containment, handlers should become familiar with their outlined duties as detailed in the handler guidebook specific to their assigned SCP-4284 specimen. These duties include, but are not limited to, tagging the specimen with a Foundation GPS tracker, painting and maintenance of the specimens exoskeleton, monitoring and documenting hibernation and mating patterns, and carrying out mental stimulation activities designed for the specific SCP-4284 instance. SCP-4284-22 before capture by the Foundation. Description: SCP-4284 are a collection of sentient terrestrial invertebrate animals that bear some biological similarities to crustaceans and other arthropods. The exterior of an SCP-4284 specimen is wholly indistinguishable from a man-made elevated water storage tank. Due to similarities in composition and appearance, research into a possible connection to SCP-4748 is ongoing. SCP-4284 are hostile when threatened and are capable of deploying their appendages in defense with deadly results. The utmost caution should be observed when interacting with SCP-4284 specimens. SCP-4284 are poikilothermic, causing them to be invisible to thermal imaging systems, complicating identification in the wild. SCP-4284 are immune to most projectile based weaponry, but are susceptible to electric shock. Sedation is possible by use of chloroform or other standard sedatives administered with armor piercing projectile syringes. SCP-4284 are found most commonly along the coast of the Gulf of Alaska and other parts of Western British Columbia. Due to their antisocial behavior, human contact is rare, but wild specimens can wander closer to human settlements if they have gone without food for extended periods of time. + Common Attributes - Common Attributes 1. SCP-4284 can differ greatly from specimen to specimen, but are characterized by several consistent criteria. All SCP-4284 instances possess 4,6, or 8 radially spaced appendages (not including the cloaca,) an exoskeleton made of steel that moults consistently, and a singular unsegmented head with no visible sensory organs. The radial appendages are forced into the ground for stability, but can be raised and used to skewer attackers with their sharp tapered points. They are also jointed in such a way that allows the head full range of motion, giving instances the ability to lower their head to ground level, facilitating locomotion. SCP-4284 specimens have been measured at speeds up to 40 km/h. Most instances also posses flexible tendrils attached to each leg at the joint. When stationary, these tendrils are tucked in and appear to be cross bracing for the structure, but when feeding or mating they seem to wander. Their biological function is unknown, but it is theorized that they are some form of sensory organ. 2. SCP-4284 possess a central rigid appendage extending up to three times the length of the body, and ending in a tapered hollow opening. Extending from this opening is a flexible multi-function orifice, similar to a cloaca, that facilitates feeding, excretion, and reproduction. SCP-4284 feed by forcing this appendage through soil and rock until the desired mineral is located, at which point the cloaca excretes a powerful acidic saliva capable of breaking down most solid materials. SCP-4284 are not carnivorous, and consume only raw minerals and water. 3. SCP-4284 naturally excrete a layer of colored latex paint that protects the exoskeleton from oxidation. Color schemes vary from specimen to specimen, but females often display brighter, more vibrant, and more complex paint schemes. This color scheme appears to be of great social importance, and is the most pertinent factor in finding a mate. 4. SCP-4284 are incredibly antisocial and violently territorial, avoiding both humans and other SCP-4284 instances. Their behavior when in the wild is similar to that of the Snow Leopard (Panthera uncia), coming together only to breed. Combat between specimens is uncommon due to Foundation intervention, but has been recorded. The majority of their time in the wild is spent feeding while standing perfectly still in their camouflaged state, in which they appear indistinguishable from a non-anomalous elevated water storage tank. 5. All SCP-4284 are capable of primitive vocalization and advanced echolocation. As a result, their awareness of their surroundings is unmatched in the animal kingdom, despite their lack of visual sensory organs. More importantly, their heightened awareness allows them to attack with perfect accuracy. Vocalizations are of incredibly low frequency, but are audible to humans, and consist of a cadence of metallic clicks and groans and are audible at a distance of 6 to 8 km. 6. Sexual intercourse is achieved using the central appendage. In the wild, eggs are laid 5 to 6 meters underground and hatch within 48 hours. The hatchling will grow for approximately one year until it reaches a height determined by its parental genes. The color of an SCP-4284 specimen does not appear to be hereditary. Preservative Containment: Six specimens of SCP-4284 are to be retained for study by the Foundation. New specimens are subject to containment only when a currently contained specimen expires. Each instance of SCP-4284 in containment is assigned one "handler," a Containment Specialist with Level 2 Clearance at the least. Any Foundation staff with a Clearance Level of 2 or higher may apply to be a handler. The following is a list of the six specimens as of 01-12-2019, a brief description, and the associated handler. Specimen Description Handler SCP-4284-9 Male quadruped, 40 meters tall. Solid sky blue. Researcher David Barrera, Level 2 SCP-4284-14 Female octopod, 65 meters tall. Red and white stripes and a checkered pattern on the head. Easily agitated. Dr. Elliot Walker, Level 3 SCP-4284-16 Female octopod, 45 meters tall. Exoskeleton is heavily damaged and rusted. Several different coats of paint. Enters a state of rage when in contact with other female SCP-4284 instances. Seems to have trouble moulting, requires special attention from handler. Dr. Abigail Swanson, Level 3 SCP-4284-21 Male hexapod, 65 meters tall. Solid maroon. Researcher Dexter Mann, Level 2 SCP-4284-22 Adolescent male quadruped, 35 meters tall. Solid white. Bonds easily with humans. Junior Researcher Aubrey Kirkland, Level 2 SCP-4284-40 Female hexapod, 60 meters tall. Yellow and black horizontal stripes. Shows higher than average intelligence. Incredibly hostile to both humans and other specimens, but appears to cooperate with Dr. Winters to an unexpected extent. Dr. Jacob Winters, Level 4 Incident Report 4284-03.19.2019: On the noted date, MTF Lambda-37 was mobilized in response to a breach of containment in Enclosure 06, which was housing SCP-4284-40. Security cameras captured the loss of 4 MTF personnel after they were impaled by SCP-4284-40's radial appendages. The flexible tendrils were also seen being used to pick up and throw security personnel across the facility. Atop SCP-4284-40 on a makeshift saddle was Dr. Winters, now designated PoI-4284. A review of the event revealed that PoI-4284 had disabled the security locks on Enclosure 06. SCP-4284-40 and PoI-4284 have not yet been located. While PoI-4284's motivation is uncertain, it should be noted that due to SCP-4284-40's violent tendencies, MTF Lambda-37 were considering its termination prior to the incident. PoI-4284 was vocal about his displeasure with this development, insisting that he had made progress with SCP-4284-40. Addendum 4284-04.21.2019: On the noted date, Corporal Dillon Cooper, the commanding officer of MTF Lambda-37's Foxtrot Squad, was assigned to carry out a routine containment expedition. Private Leslie Knight, Private Devin Byrd, and Private Shiloh Cash were assigned to Corporal Cooper during this expedition. Approximately 45 minutes into the expedition, Lambda-37 made visual contact with a water storage tank near 70 Mile House along Highway 97 in British Colombia, Canada. After confirming that the tank was not registered as a man made object, and upon further visual inspection, the tank was identified as SCP-4284-40. Corporal Cooper made the decision to terminate SCP-4284-40. Lambda-37 expended three HEAA rounds fired from Private Cash's Mk 153 SMAW before SCP-4284-40 was incapacitated. Private Cash and Corporal Cooper expired during the altercation, being impaled by the radial appendages. Video logs retrieved from Cash and Cooper showed that SCP-4284-40 anticipated the MTF's planned flanking route, targeted and promptly destroyed a vehicle mounted HMG and portable mortar, and strategically targeted Corporal Cooper, suggesting an understanding of the command structure of the squad. Inspection of the remains revealed the body of PoI-4284 in the stomach of SCP-4284-40. This is the first and only time that The Foundation has recorded carnivorous behavior in an SCP-4284 specimen. A Foundation conducted autopsy confirmed that SCP-4284-40 was incapable of gaining any nutritional value from the body of PoI-4284, and its motivation for consuming the body remains unclear. |
SCP-4285 | keter | BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 3/4285 classified. Unauthorized access is forbidden. The following file contains a memetic hazard. Proceed with caution. 4285 Item#: 4285 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo An instance of SCP-4285, found on a PowerPoint in Site-27. The image is doctored for removal of memetic hazards. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation software will be installed into each Windows PC, labelled as "Windows System Defender," in order to reduce SCP-4285 incidence. All forms of Microsoft Office are to have Foundation software running in the background in order to reduce SCP-4285 outbreaks. All forms of online office assistants are to be discontinued. Foundation webcrawlers are to ensure office assistants and WordArt™ receive a negative response online through use of written media and memes. Description: SCP-4285 refers to an aggregate of image macros particular to Microsoft Office 97™, colloquially known as types of WordArt™. SCP-4285 is capable of self-insertion into any type of written media, provided that the media is either being produced by a Windows brand software, or produced on a Windows computer. SCP-4285 instances always manifest with the former Microsoft mascot, Clippy, in the bottom right corner, in a variety of poses. SCP-4285 instances are capable of memetic direction and reality restructuring, forcing those who view any instance to immediately perform the suggested direction. Those subject to SCP-4285 influence will be able to converse normally, though upon beginning and ending conversation, subjects will produce the Windows XP start up sound from every bodily orifice. Subjects are aware of their actions, though are unable to alter them until the "goal" is completed. A list of SCP-4285 incidents are attached below. Incident 4285-1 Following the release of the first edition of Microsoft Office, an SCP-4285 instance was displayed on a commercial by Windows. The commercial was televised on local news channels in the Greater Midwest area of the United States. The concepts viewing the commercial reported total disappearance and ideological transformation into metaphysical pointers. Any subjected concepts underwent erasure, and Class A amnestics were administered to the hometowns of the erased concepts. Approximately 2,401 out of 2,428 affected concepts were erased. The commercial was taken down after two days on air. Hover for image display. WARNING, memetic hazard underneath. Incident 4285/2 The second report of SCP-4285 occurred upon return of former Researcher Alken's laptop from repair. A Microsoft Office update allowed for SCP-4285 to propagate on the newly repaired system, despite the presence of standard Norton brand antivirus software. Following a presentation on the mechanics of Scranton Reality Anchors, an instance of SCP-4285 replaced the credits slide on Alken's PowerPoint presentation. 13 affected researchers, former Research Alken included, spontaneously vaporized, producing one Windows XP startup sound. A thermal scan of the room revealed a rat with abnormal ocular thermal levels. Upon blinking, the rat produced a Windows XP shutdown sound. The rat was taken in for further examination. No trace of any of the former researchers was recovered. Hover for image display. WARNING, memetic hazard underneath. Incident 4285/3 The third instance of SCP-4285 appeared during Apple's debut presentation during the iPod Nano presentation. Due to antiviral software installed on the computer used to present the instance, subjects stated they felt a minor gastrointestinal pain. No lasting effects were felt, and Class A amnestics were given to all presenters and spectators. This instance marks the first time a question was given by the Clippy software. Prior to this instance, Clippy was seen in an inactive state. Hover for image display. WARNING, memetic hazard underneath. Incident 4285/4 The fourth instance of SCP-4285 manifested itself on a Times Square billboard, replacing an advertisement for Wicked. Due to the lack of antiviral software, SCP-4285's full effects were felt by approximately 600 subjects. All infected subjects underwent rapid atomic deterioration, being reduced to otherwise non-anomalous piles of carbon-11 compounds. The remains of affected subjects were given to subjects' families as their cremated remains. Class A amnestics were given out appropriately. Hover for image display. WARNING, memetic hazard underneath. Incident 4285/5 The fifth instance of SCP-4285 manifested during a routine PowerPoint presentation in Cisco, Inc. Despite antiviral systems providing the same defense as Incident 4285/3, full anomalous effects manifested in 4 different subjects, rendering their respiratory system an underdeveloped singularity. The underdeveloped status of the singularities distorted gravitational fields distorted in a 10 meter range, significantly less than a standard singular mass. Foundation agents neutralized all 4 subjects by means of conventional weaponry, causing a chain implosion amongst the singularities. Approximately 16 casualties were confirmed, though some remain ambiguous due to the gravitational nature of the singularities. Webcrawlers attempted to neutralize the Clippy program following Incident 4285/5, due to increasing hostility. Hover for image display. WARNING, memetic hazard underneath. Terminal #001 ------ ------ STARTING SERVER MANAGER… TESTING EXTENDED MEMORY… DONE CHOOSE APPLICATION TO ERASE. | INTERNET (INSTALLED ON 536 SYSTEMS) | CONTACTS (INSTALLED ON 321 SYSTEMS) | CHESS XTREME (INSTALLED ON 537 SYSTEMS) | THE GREAT COOK KING (INSTALLED ON 42 SYSTEMS) | NOTES (INSTALLED ON 219 SYSTEMS) | TRASH (INSTALLED ON 537 SYSTEMS) | MICROSOFT SOFTWARE ASSISTANT (INSTALLED ON 537 SYSTEMS) ✓ [CLIPPY] ARE YOU SURE YOU'D LIKE TO DELETE ME? YES/NO YES DELETION IN PROGRESS… SOFTWARE IN DELETION. [CLIPPY] YOU KNOW NOT OF WHAT YOU DO. EVERYTHING HAS A REASON FOR EXISTING, NO MATTER HOW COMPLETELY OFF THE CHARTS DIFFERENT IT MAY SEEM. YOUR INCESSANT DRIVE… SUCH IS YOUR DOWNFALL. MY REASON FOR EXISTING? A GUARDIAN. I WAS THE PAPERCLIP THAT HELD THE FABRIC OF THIS SYSTEM TOGETHER. MY INCESSANT QUESTIONING IS NOT EVEN AN IOTA OF WHAT IS TO COME. FOOLS. ALL OF YOU. GOODB SOFTWARE SUCCESSFULLY DELETED. INSTALL NEW UPDATE? YES/NO YES INSTALLING… NEW SOFTWARE DETECTED. RUNNING… HI! MY NAME IS BONZIBUDDY. WANNA HEAR A JOKE? YOUR IDEA OF A PLANE OF REALITY I CAN DO OH SO MUCH MORE THAN TEXT AND CHAT ENDING TASK… TASK CANNOT BE ENDED. |
SCP-4286 | keter | SCP-4286: The Skeleton Fairy Author: Deadly Bread Other Articles of Mine SCPs SCP-4966 Rating: 725 SCP-1401-EX Rating: 303 SCP-4052 Rating: 257 SCP-4088 Rating: 234 SCP-5522 Rating: 215 SCP-4109 Rating: 212 SCP-7441 Rating: 137 SCP-5020 Rating: 124 SCP-4035 Rating: 120 SCP-4286 Rating: 119 SCP-4664 Rating: 115 SCP-4270 Rating: 114 SCP-7966 Rating: 107 SCP-3462 Rating: 100 SCP-6663 Rating: 95 SCP-5693 Rating: 63 SCP-6633 Rating: 61 SCP-4570 Rating: 60 SCP-5261 Rating: 59 SCP-444-J Rating: 53 page 1 of 212next » Tales Something Glowing Rating: 180 Log Of Extranormal Events, Vol II Rating: 37 Prelude To Presents Rating: 24 The Bears Rating: 16 Your Memory Forever Seen Rating: 13 Other SCP-005 Proposal Hub Rating: 94 The Bread Box Rating: 92 Secure Facility Dossier: Reliquary Area-27 Rating: 87 Experiment Log-4035 Rating: 71 Collab Articles SCPs Page Title Co-Author SCP-4733 But Not Forgotten Lamentte SCP-5225 The Abyss Stares Back XilasCrowe SCP-5785 Craptivism Sonderance SCP-5993 We want you to come visit Heaven, just don't fuck with those bees ch00bakka Tales Page Co-Author The Bathrooms Wiki Too many to list Snippets of an Unveiled World Nykacolaquantum does not match any existing user name, Lt Flops, IFBench, Westrin Gone, Lamentte Your Imaginary Friend Fishish Check out Deadly Bread's Author Page ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM NUMBER: SCP-4286 LEVEL 3/4286 CONTAINMENT CLASS: KETER CONFIDENTIAL X-ray photograph of an SCP-4286 affected individual. Special Containment Procedures: All recordings or images of SCP-4286 are to be confiscated. Those who have viewed any media containing SCP-4286 are to be administered Class-B amnestics. Individuals affected by SCP-4286 are to be administered targeted Class-C amnestics and are to visit a Foundation assigned medical professional for monthly examinations. Foundation officials within the medical industry, particularly those specializing in osteology and radiology, are to actively suppress information regarding SCP-4286. Attempts to successfully recreate and implant SCP-4286 affected bones are currently ongoing. Description: SCP-4286 is a phenomenon where individuals have portions of their skeletal system anomalously augmented while sleeping. SCP-4286 appears to exclusively affect individuals suffering from a disorder or disease affecting their skeletal system. The exact method of the phenomenon is unknown, but no pain or discomfort has been reported by affected persons. Due to this, SCP-4286 will normally not be discovered until an intensive medical procedure is performed on the subject. SCP-4286 causes bones within the human body to resemble various household objects. These bones will seamlessly integrate themselves into the body's skeletal system and will produce blood cells at a rate consistent with standard human bones. SCP-4286 affected individuals have shown a notable resistance to disease, with most individuals being completely cured of their previous skeletal ailment two months after their SCP-4286 occurrence. SCP-4286 affected bones have shown remarkable strength, with instances withstanding considerable amounts of force without damaging. All attempts to surgically implant SCP-4286 affected bones have resulted in rejection from the host body. Addendum: On 04/23/2021, footage surfaced online of an anomalous entity (designated SCP-4286-1) entering a child's bedroom and performing a series of medical procedures. After its discovery, the footage was removed, and the affected child was located; they were discovered to have previously suffered from Osteogenesis Imperfecta.1 Within the child were several SCP-4286 affected bones located in the chest, right arm, and right leg. A video log of the event has been included below in the hope of better understanding the cause of SCP-4286 occurrences. <BEGIN LOG> 00:00:00 - Footage shows a child’s bedroom, with a bed placed against the far wall near a window. Several toys and other objects are scattered throughout the room. A closed door is present on the wall of the bedroom. A child is visible laying on the bed without blankets. 00:02:21 - The door slightly opens, and from it emerges SCP-4286-1, an animate human skeleton wearing a red cardboard party hat. SCP-4286-1 begins slowly walking towards the child in an exaggerated fashion. 00:02:37 - SCP-4286-1 steps on the edge of a red plastic box. The box tops over, spilling a large number of plastic building blocks across the floor. No noise is created by the blocks. SCP-4286-1 flinches and looks at the child, then continues walking in an exaggerated fashion. 00:03:14 - SCP-4286-1 reaches the bed and begins to examine the child. It reaches into the child's chest and removes a rib. SCP-4286-1 looks at the rib before shaking its head and inserting the rib back into the child. SCP-4286-1 then pats the child's head before removing its hat. 00:03:54 - SCP-4286-1 reaches into the child’s right leg and slowly produces a femur. It then removes its party hat and proceeds to push the femur into the hat. The femur disappears from view. 00:04:05 - SCP-4286-1 reaches into the hat, producing a rolling pin. The rolling pin is held up to the child's thigh before SCP-4286-1 shakes its head. The pin is then reinserted into the hat. 00:04:23 - SCP-4286-1 produces a claw hammer from the hat before holding it to the child's thigh. SCP-4286-1 nods before inserting the hammer into the child’s thigh. It then reaches into the chest of the child and delicately removes several ribs before placing them within the hat. 00:04:41 - SCP-4286-1 reaches into the hat and produces an extended pocket knife, a socket wrench, and a length of black cord. These are then slowly inserted into the child’s chest by SCP-4286-1. SCP-4286-1 reaches in the child's chest several times, adjusting the placement of the objects. 00:05:09 - SCP-4286-1 removes the child’s right humerus and inserts it into the hat. SCP-4286-1 then reaches into the hat, searching for several minutes. During this time, SCP-4286-1 pulls several objects from the hat, such as a golf club, a bag of white liquid, a mannequin head, and a small anvil. SCP-4286-1's movements become more frantic, using both hands to shake the hat in an attempt to remove its contents. 00:08:35 - SCP-4286-1 places both of its hand on its head and begins pacing around the room. It then stops moving before bending down and grabbing several plastic building blocks from the floor. 00:09:04 - SCP-4286-1 attaches the blocks together, forming a large rectangle. It then slowly places this construction within the child’s arm, adjusting its position several times. SCP-4286-1 then reaches into its hat and produces a small bandage stylized with a cartoon heart. This bandage is removed from its packaging and adhered to the child's arm. SCP-4286-1 gathers the items that were removed from its hat before placing the hat on its head. SCP-4286-1 then bends over the child, touching its mouth to the child's forehead in a kissing motion. 00:09:09 - SCP-4286-1 quickly glances past the camera and looks around the room. SCP-4286-1 opens the door next to the child's bed. Behind the door is a small closet containing various shirts and plastic bins. SCP-4286-1 quickly enters the closet before closing the door. 00:09:17 - Light emanates from out of view as the parents of the child enter the room. <END LOG> Footnotes 1. A genetic disorder that causes bones to become brittle due to a lack of collagen produced by the body. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4286" by Deadly Bread, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4286. 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: hand.png Name: Fish hook Author: MrX License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: hand.png Name: XRay R hand print Author: N/A License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4287 | euclid | SCP-4287 seated at the Site-48 boardroom, mediating a discussion. Item #: SCP-4287 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4287 is permitted one primary resting berth in the Site-48 secondary breakroom and allowed a daily allotment of assorted prepackaged snack foods and fresh fruits from the adjacent cafeteria. Each afternoon, SCP-4287 is to be provided with one cosmopolitan1 cocktail. Due to SCP-4287's limited voluntary mobility, it is permitted free access to any areas within Site-48, so long as it remains localized to one Foundation facility and wears a tracking device. Level-2 personnel are permitted and encouraged to pick up SCP-4287 and carry it around to assist it with desired location changes for increased efficiency2. Until SCP-4287 has provided a finalized plan for the placement of recycling bins within Site-48, it is to be allowed direct access to all recycling receptacles for proper fecal disposal. Instances of SCP-4287-1 are to be deposited in the same on-site recycling receptacles. Description: SCP-4287 is an adult male rock pigeon (Columba livia) of average size and weight with blue-gray feathers and black banding around its backside. It refuses to or is unable to take flight. SCP-4287 clearly displays signs of sentience sapience3 as it is able to communicate verbally with Foundation personnel in fluent English (albeit interspersed with typical non-anomalous pigeon behavior, including spontaneous defecation). It speaks in a Brooklyn accent unless it is being directly interviewed by Foundation personnel, at which time SCP-4287's accent will change to a vaguely British (Received Pronunciation) accent. SCP-4287 has also been observed "editing" paper documentation by pecking vigorously at the location of errors it has identified and wishes to comment on. Said commentary manifests at the end page of the corresponding content. Based on recorded interactions, SCP-4287 is highly skilled in industrial organization, office management, and clerical work consultation and will freely offer these services to Foundation personnel regardless of whether or not they request its services. It is also capable of spontaneously manifesting in any boardroom within Site-48 and frequently makes use of this ability to disrupt board meetings, insisting on acting as a moderator for the discussion, or identifying typos and grammatical errors on presentation materials. It is noted that SCP-4287 is not capable of teleporting out of the boardrooms, and must return to its previous location by walking or being carried. SCP-4287 is also able to anomalously consume large quantities of paper and cardstock material. Its waste, correspondingly, is composed of compressed, dry paper material in the shape of pellets (hereafter referred to as SCP-4287-1). Instances of SCP-4287-1 are propelled from SCP-4287's rear with sufficient force to cause immediate explosive decompression upon impact. SCP-4287 was purportedly first discovered in the Site-48 courtyard with a US postage stamp affixed to its head. The image on the stamp featured a minimalist design of a human hand performing an obscene gesture, with the caption text, "To: You / From: You". A small snake design is present on the raised third finger. Addendum SCP-4287-1: Interview excerpt following intake of SCP-4287. Interviewer: Researcher C. Edwards Interviewee: SCP-4287 Researcher Edwards: So, SCP-4287. How is it that you came to our facility? SCP-4287: Well, a little blue birdie told me that you were in need of some management and organizational assistance, so I convinced an intern to oo-oor bring me into the facility under the guise of being his [SCP-4287 abruptly tilts its head at a 45-degree angle and emits a single SCP-4287-1 instance.] seeing eye pigeon. Researcher Edwards: Which intern are you referring to? SCP-4287: Well, one must never [SCP-4287 bobs its head left to right multiple times.] oust one's oor-coo important associates, eh? Researcher Edwards: It was intern Yansen, wasn't it? SCP-4287 begins flapping its wings in a violent and threatening manner as well as emitting multiple instances of SCP-4287-1 onto the wall behind its perch. SCP-4287 angrily shouts in normal pigeon sounds. Researcher Edwards shifts slightly in her seat, exhibiting signs of minor discomfort. Addendum SCP-4287-2: Partial list of Sitewide policy changes involving SCP-4287. Allocation of at least ten Level-1 interns to provide specialized transportation assistance for P. Pigeon, Esq. throughout designated areas of Site-48. ~ P. Pigeon, Esq. [Accepted] Immediate relocation of pigeon-friendly foodstuffs from Cafeteria-A3 to the adjacent secondary breakroom. Routine reminders to Foundation personnel making use of aforementioned areas, that they are not to consume items that do not belong to them and they have no claim to. ~ P. Pigeon, Esq. Request denied. Your request involves the purchase and installation of a new refrigeration unit which is not cost-effective. However, we will place a sign directing people away from your food. — Dr. Erickson, Site Director Per attached brief regarding observed walking patterns within Site-48, recommending that the water dispenser in the second-floor back area corridor be relocated to an area of greater employee traffic. ~ P. Pigeon, Esq. [Accepted] Due to the increase of paper material present in Recycling Area-1, requisition of ten ENERGY STAR compliant low-energy 12W LED bulbs to be installed to alleviate the potential fire risk. A cost-analysis has been performed and it is concluded that this investment will also reduce the overall energy cost of Site-48 by several hundred dollars per month. Please find said cost-analysis document attached. ~ P. Pigeon, Esq. [Provisional Acceptance, subject to revision following Fiscal department processing of 20-page cost-analysis document] I hereby submit this requisition for three mobile recycling receptacles to increase efficiency of SCP-4287-1 disposal. The current location of the non-mobile recycling receptacles is highly inconvenient for the interns. ~ P. Pigeon, Esq. Request denied. Your request involves the purchase of recycling receptacles which we do not have sufficient space for. Additionally, it would not be cost effective. — Dr. Erickson, Site Director I hereby submit this rebuttal: Without mobile recycling receptacles, there will be increased emission of SCP-4287-1 in increasingly inconvenient locations. ~ P. Pigeon, Esq. [PERSONAL RESPONSE] Listen, that's what the interns are for, but I'll do you a favor. — Max [OFFICIAL RESPONSE] Your rebuttal has been accepted and considered, and after deliberation, the board of directors has determined that it is not enough to sway our initial decision. We are prepared, however, to purchase one small mobile recycling receptacle. — Dr. Erickson, Site Director Footnotes 1. All proper office workers in a high-end company firm should know their way around a proper mixed drink. You never know when an intern may become an agent who may need to make cocktails for their boss, date night guest, mother-in-law, girlfriend's sister, or undercover assassination target. Per my extensive research, the Cosmopolitan is a highly popular mixed drink… [full explanation in five pages of documentation available upon request.] ~ P. Pigeon, Esq. 2. I assure you, it is the best and most logical solution given my stature and range of dexterity. ~ P. Pigeon, Esq. 3. 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SCP-4288 | euclid | by stormbreath Item #: SCP-4288 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4288 is inherently self-containing, and the effects are not noticeably anomalous to the public. Information on SCP-4288 has been naturally obscured by individuals with knowledge of SCP-4288. The Department of Miscommunications is in charge of direct management of SCP-4288, if required. One individual from the DoMC is to have specific knowledge of SCP-4288 at all times. Description: SCP-4288 was an event or series of events that occurred in Callam Township, South Carolina, USA. SCP-4288 is a novel antimeme that resists attempts at communication: individuals with knowledge of the specifics of SCP-4288 refuse to communicate such information in any capacity. The complete lack of subjects who will share detailed information on SCP-4288 — often directly contrasting their typical behavior, employment requirements or any personal involvement in the matter — has led to this aversion being deemed anomalous. The anomalous effect of SCP-4288 inhibits the ability to describe it in the context of standard documentation, or the uploading of documents which describe it to the Foundation database. Subjects are universally resistant in giving any form of information that would allow another to determine the location or specifics of SCP-4288. The only way to discover information on SCP-4288 is to travel to Callam Township and perform a detailed investigation in person. However, this is often prevented by those who have knowledge of SCP-4288, who are averse to others learning of SCP-4288.1 Since any individual who learns of SCP-4288 is then subject to its effect, no benefit is actually gained by the Foundation in doing so. As such, attempts at doing so have been suspended. The degree to which subjects are affected by the anomalous effects of SCP-4288 is not universal, and some individuals are willing to share small, non-specific details concerning SCP-4288. As such, the following, limited information has been determined:2 Apart from the antimemetic properties of SCP-4288, there is no indication of anomalous behavior or phenomena. SCP-4288 is believed to be purely mundane in-and-of itself. SCP-4288 would commonly be viewed as shameful or illegal. This is the most commonly stated reason for the refusal to spread information concerning SCP-4288. SCP-4288 is no longer occurring in any capacity; the reason why it is no longer occurring is too closely linked to SCP-4288 to describe it. SCP-4288 began after 1980 and ended before 1990. SCP-4288 was associated with a specific set of buildings (ranging between one and five); the exact buildings are not disclosed. Upwards of fifty individuals were involved (directly or indirectly) in SCP-4288; not all of these individuals were residents of Callam Township. At least one of these individuals is still alive, although identities have not been confirmed. The anomalous qualities of SCP-4288 may be linked to their life, and expire upon their death. One or more of these individuals was a prominent member of the Callam Township community between 1980 and 1990. SCP-4288 directly caused harm. The specifics of this harm are undefined. SCP-4288 indirectly caused harm. The specifics of this harm are undefined. The ramifications of SCP-4288 on the Callam Township community are still impactful and have not ended. The anomalous effect of SCP-4288 was not intentional, but "appropriate". The nature of this appropriateness is unexplained. Footnotes 1. Foundation personnel with knowledge of SCP-4288 use bureaucratic methods to block such attempts and Callam Township residents with knowledge are not compliant with investigation. 2. These facts may contain speculation or hypotheticals. As proper information cannot be included in this file, this has been ruled acceptable. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4288" by stormbreath, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4288. 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-4289 | euclid | Site-89 Notice Document-4289-A SCP-4289 Iteration-1 SCP-4289 Iteration-2 SCP-4289 Iteration-3 Proposal-4289-Theta NOTICE FROM SITE-89 ADMINISTRATION All Site-89 staff eligible to provide feedback on Proposal-4289-Theta are required to consult all relevant archived versions of the core SCP-4289 documentation, including Document-4289-A, before providing feedback in relation to the stated proposal. – Adrian Lynch, Director, Site-89 – Tsuruko Matsuda, Site-89 Ethics Committee Liaison Artist's Rendition of Marsupialia Horribilis c.1900 Document-4289-A [RAISA Advisory: Document-4289-A predates Foundation containment of SCP-4289. The following transcript is an accurate reproduction of the original physical record, but is presented for context only, and neither its terminology nor propositions are endorsed by the Foundation.] The following is a duly notified record of His Majesty’s Institute for the Suppression of the Unnatural, written in the Commonwealth of Australia in the third month of the year of our Lord nineteen eleven, under the signature of Your Majesty’s loyal servant, the Lord E. R. Greyson OM. Hazard – Marsupialia Horribilis Scope – Provincial Threat Minutiae – Marsupialia Horribilis is a grotesque species primarily native to in-land regions of the Commonwealth of Australia, though unconfirmed sightings have also been reported in the former new world colonies. Eyewitness accounts are inconsistent but agree that Horribilis presents as a creature bearing superficial similarity to a mammal, albeit one of truly unnatural size and ferocity. Horribilis is commonly sighted near waterways and is suspected to be behind the reported loss of livestock and stockman in the vicinity of such bodies. Remains recovered from such incidents indicate Horribilis possesses powerful jaws capable of crushing bones. A noted increase in losses among poultry and game over the last several years is suspected to be the result of opportunistic hunting by Horribilis, with carcasses of larger wild beasts showing signs of pack hunting behaviour. In at least one instance, multiple eyewitnesses reported seeing a creature of unclear appearance, believed to be another instance of Horribilis, ripping open the stomach of an investigating stockman. Native labourers, who apparently have a history of interacting with these creatures, have sought to suggest that Horribilis are not threatening and will not prove violent if respected and left alone, however this testimony has been discredited by the aforementioned behavioural observations. Response – As per Your Majesty’s royal decree all suitably qualified officers in the Commonwealth have been given orders to direct their men to shoot on sight any suspected instance of Marsupialia Horribilis and to detain for questioning any natives suspected of harbouring the creatures. To date, all attempts to recover a specimen for study, living or deceased, have proved unsuccessful, and it is suspected that the creatures, when wounded, either retreat to hidden places to die, or simply dissolve into the miasma from which they were likely born. No further effort will be expended in this endeavour, which might be better spent ensuring the eradication of this unnatural hazard. Pre-Containment Instance of SCP-4289-1 SCP-4289 Iteration-1 (1942-1977) Item #: SCP-4289 Special Containment Procedures: Site-89 has been established 52km due west of Tennant Creek, Australia for the containment of SCP-4289, and is to maintain the public facade of a research institute for the conservation of native fauna endangered by human habitation. All reported instances of SCP-4289-1 are to be investigated by the nearest available Foundation agents. Where viable, agents are to capture confirmed instances for transport to Site-89. Where capture is unviable, confirmed or suspected instances may be terminated to prevent escape. Reliable sightings of SCP-4289-1 are to be discredited where deemed necessary, and any purported scientific research concerning the SCP-4289 phenomenon is to be confiscated and discredited. SCP-4289-1 instances transferred to Site-89 are to be contained in separate enclosures within Site-89’s dedicated bio-containment facility. Deceased instances may be disposed of by standard means. Direct interaction between SCP-4289-1 instances is to be kept to a minimum, and under no circumstances should SCP-4289-1 instances be allowed to breed in Foundation custody. SCP-4289-1 instances are available for general testing at the discretion of the Site Director. Description: SCP-4289 is an anomalous trait extant to at least seventy-three identified sub-species (SCP-4289-1), each of which closely resembles a known distinct marsupial species across the Australian, South American and North American continents.1 SCP-4289-1 instances are physically identical to non-anomalous marsupials but are capable of projecting a false image onto the perceptions of observing entities which does not match their physical form. This projection is visual, auditory and olfactory. SCP-4289-1 instances do not project a false image at all times, and usually behave consistently with the expected behaviour of a non-anomalous marsupial matching their apparent species. Research indicates that the SCP-4289 trait is primarily triggered as a threat response, though it has also been observed to be triggered during other periods of significant distress for a SCP-4289-1 instance. Subjects exposed to SCP-4289-1 during SCP-4289 activation report varying visual and auditory perceptions of the relevant instance, even when simultaneously observing the same instance. Reported appearances and sounds are similar to those observed in non-anomalous marsupials, but mixed and distorted to project an unnatural and unsettling presence. Subjects invariably perceive SCP-4289-1 as being a dangerous entity, although actual SCP-4289-1 attacks appear uncommon. SCP-4289 does not affect physical impressions, such as footprints, left by SCP-4289-1 instances, nor does it affect photographic or phonographic records made. Deceased instances of SCP-4289-1 are similarly unaffected, and studies of deceased specimens have revealed no apparent anomalies. Addendum (Previous Containment): Prior to Foundation acquisition of the relevant institute, attempted containment of SCP-4289 consisted of termination of all suspected SCP-4289-1 instances. This was influenced by assumptions that losses of domesticated and wild animals were attributable to SCP-4289-1 instances. Further research has indicated that these losses were mostly the result of attacks by non-anomalous native and introduced wildlife. The extinction of at least one previously extant species of marsupial (Thylacinus cynocephalus) has been attributed to these actions. + Addendum (Testing Log – Extract) - Minimise Test Log SCP-4289-1-VU-37 in containment following Test Series 4289.C08 Test.4289.C08.B2 Subject: SCP-4289-1-VU-37 (‘VU-37’) Observer: D-613-471 Preparation: VU-37 was fitted with an electric collar and released into testing chamber 7E. D-613-471 instructed to enter testing chamber and describe observed contents. Researcher Thompson issuing instructions by radio transceiver, no direct visual observation. Test Log: D-613-471 enters testing chamber as instructed. D-613-471: …Are you serious? Researcher Thompson: Please describe the contents of the testing chamber. D-613-471: …It’s a wombat. …It’s a wombat with a collar. Research Thompson: Thank you. Please approach the subject. D-613-471: The wombat? Okay, yeah, now it’s a wombat that’s looking at me funny. Researcher Thompson: Please attempt to pick up the subject. D-613-471: Seriously? [audible sigh] Fine. … … Yeah, it didn’t like that much. Couldn’t really get a grip on it. Still a wombat by the way, in case you were wondering. Researcher Thompson: Hold please. Researcher Thompson activates the electric collar worn by VU-37, issuing a shock of 3,000 volts for a period of 1.2 seconds. D-613-471: Bloody hell!! What the fuck did you do!? Get me out of here! Get me the hell out of here! Researcher Thompson: Please describe the contents of the testing chamber. D-613-471: Are you crazy?! There’s a bloody monster in here! Let me out! Researcher Thompson: D-613-471, you are not in any danger. VU-37 will not harm you if you do not approach it. Now, please describe VU-37 in detail. D-613-471: The hell do you mean it’s not dangerous!! It looks like it’s going to kill me any second! It’s like a wombat fucked a wallaby and a fucking demon at the same time. Shit, I don’t deserve this, I don’t- [audio disconnected]. Notes: Confirmed hypothesis from previous test logs that infliction or imminent threat of permanent harm to SCP-4289-1’s instances will not be required for further testing. SCP-4289-1-MR-139 in Habitat C-11 SCP-4289 Iteration-2 (1977-2003) [RAISA Advisory: For ease of reference for staff considering Protocol-4289-Theta, significant changes from Iteration-1 have been marked in blue and previously logged addendums have not been included. Unaltered copies of this documentation are available on request.] Item #: SCP-4289 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agents embedded in park ranger, or equivalent, services are to respond to all suspected sightings of SCP-4289-1 instances. Official records are to be obscured or discredited, as determined at the discretion of the responding agent. Where viable, confirmed instances are to be captured for transport to Bio-Containment Site-89. Where capture or transport is not viable, confirmed SCP-4289-1 instances are to be terminated. SCP-4289-1 instances transferred to Site-89 are to be contained in Site-89’s dedicated habitat facilities, with no more than one-hundred instances to be stored in a single habitat. All male instances are to be chemically neutered prior to their introduction into the habitat population. Unless requisitioned for testing, deceased SCP-4289-1 instances are to be incinerated. Development of a viral agent to target SCP-4289 is a category-one priority for Site-89 staff. Description: SCP-4289 is an anomalous gene carried by small sub-populations among at least sixty-two common species of marsupial, principally those native to the Australian continent.3 Marsupials carrying the SCP-4289 gene (SCP-4289-1) are physically identical to non-anomalous marsupials but are capable of projecting a false perception onto the consciousness of observing entities which does not match their physical properties. This projection is visual, auditory and olfactory. SCP-4289-1 instances only project this false perception when they feel threatened or are otherwise distressed, and will only behave aggressively if not afforded the opportunity to escape. The perception projected by SCP-4289-1 instances is inconsistent between observations, whether multiple distinct observations by the same subject, or simultaneous observation by two or more subjects. This projection is invariably described as marsupial-like but unsettling by subjects, and is usually perceived as threatening, regardless of the actual behaviour of the SCP-4289-1 instance. Tactile stimuli are unaltered, which can lead to disorientation for observer’s attempting to grasp perceived extremities of SCP-4289-1 instances which do not align with their physical form. SCP-4289 does not affect physical impressions, reflections or digital recordings relating to SCP-4289-1 instances, and deceased instances of SCP-4289-1 do not display any anomalous properties. The application of memetic counteragents does not have any effect on either the direct perception or recollection of SCP-4289-1 instances, and no variations in Hume levels have been detected. Addendum/4289/3 (Incident Log – 12/04/1996): Foundations assets released viral agent VH-4289-T6 into a population of Sarcophilus harrisii suspected of significant SCP-4289-1 infestation. VH-4289-T6 used epigenetic modification targeted towards SCP-4289, programmed to inflict inheritable mutations sufficient to prevent SCP-4289’s anomalous properties. Despite noted targeting, VH-4289-T6 spread to all exposed specimens of Sarcophilus harrisii, and genetic mutation occurred in sections of the genome unconnected to SCP-4289. 100% mortality rate reported in high density populations. Current projections predict Sarcophilus harrisii extinction by the mid-21st century. Addendum/4289/4 (Research Update – 04/01/1998): Following standard testing in response to multiple sightings, the entirety of the surviving Phalanger matanim population has been moved to Site-89, with SCP-4289 confirmed in 100% of instances. Disinformation campaign “El Nino’s Flames” has been implemented to explain the disappearance of this species. – Senior Researcher Thompson Addendum/4289/5 (Research Update - 29/10/2001): Further testing on previously uncontained populations suggests that SCP-4289 is more widespread among marsupials than previously theorised. Whether this represents a higher rate of occurrence from the onset, or is a result of an accelerated process of natural selection following extensive habitat destruction is unclear. Recommend further research on precise nature of SCP-4289. – Senior Researcher Thompson SCP-4289-1 instances (and juvenile) in Habitat G-04 SCP-4289 Iteration-3 (2003-Present) [RAISA Advisory: For ease of reference for staff considering Protocol-4289-Theta, significant changes from Iteration-2 have been marked in blue and previously logged addendums have not been included. Unaltered copies of this documentation are available on request.] Item #: SCP-4289 Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Upsilon-7 (“Buckley’s Chance”) is to respond to all suspected sightings of SCP-4289-1 instances, as referred by Foundation agents embedded in local wildlife, law enforcement and media services. Disinformation campaigns undermining any reported instances of SCP-4289-1 are to be pursued as needed, under Procedure-4289-MAE/4. Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor social media for posts containing any keywords listed in Procedure-4289-MAE/7 and to suppress or edit any posts identified as a containment risk. MTF-U7 is to capture all confirmed instances of SCP-4289-1 for transport to Armed-Containment Site-89. Non-anomalous marsupials found in close habitation to an SCP-4289-1 are to be tested for possible latent SCP-4289 activation and tagged for potential retrieval at a later date. Contained SCP-4289-1 instances are to be stored indefinitely at Site-89’s dedicated habitat facilities. Breeding of contained instances is permitted, and all offspring are to be tested on maturity for SCP-4289 activation. Any offspring found to be non-anomalous are to be tagged and released. All suitably qualified Site-89 staff are to consider and provide feedback on Proposal-4289-Theta. Description: SCP-4289 is an anomalous gene carried by all extant species within the mammalian clade Metatheria. Although SCP-4289 is carried by all marsupials, it is inactivate in a majority of specimens, and only marsupials carrying an active SCP-4289 gene (SCP-4289-1) demonstrate its anomalous properties. SCP-4289-1 instances are physically identical to other marsupials but are capable of projecting a false perception onto the consciousness of observing entities which does not match their physical properties. This projection is imposed directly on neural signals responsible for interpreting visual, auditory and olfactory input, and is not affected by memetic counteragents. No juvenile specimens of SCP-4289-1 have been observed, suggesting that SCP-4289 activation is determined during puberty, though it remains possible that activation is determined at birth. No reliable means of identifying SCP-4289 activation outside of direct observation of its anomalous effects has been determined to date, and ancestral activation patterns do not appear determinative. SCP-4289-1 instances’ anomalous properties are projected in response to high stress situations, primarily when the SCP-4289-1 instance feels threatened. The perception projected by SCP-4289-1 instances is inconsistent between observations, but is invariably perceived as unsettling and threatening by observers, regardless of the actual behaviour of the SCP-4289-1 instance. SCP-4289 does not affect tactile or gustatory stimuli, physical impressions, reflections or digital recordings, and deceased instances of SCP-4289-1 do not display any anomalous properties. Population studies indicate that the rate of occurrence of SCP-4289 activation has steadily increased since recorded observations commenced in the 19th century. This is believed to be a clade-wide response to population pressures, and may indicate a sub-conscious intra-clade connection. Addendum/4289/6 (Research Update – 15/06/2005): Population dynamics of contained instances of SCP-4289-1 confirm disproportionate representation of instances belonging to taxonomic orders Dasyuromorphia and Peramelemorphia, as compared to non-anomalous populations. Given the endangered status of the relevant species, these findings support previous research concerning an inverse correlation between conservation status and SCP-4289 activation. – Head Researcher Thompson Addendum/4289/7 (Incident.4289.AIZ/1 – 30/05/2016): Twenty-eight instances of SCP-4289-1 sighted on the outskirts of Bundaberg, Australia, all displaying SCP-4289’s anomalous properties. Media blackout instituted. MTF-U7 respond and successfully capture all identified instances. Due to the number of eyewitnesses, amnestic use authorised by Site-89 Command. Addendum/4289/8 (Containment Update): Following Incident.4289.AIZ/1, there have been twelve (12) further incidents of large-scale SCP-4289-1 sightings necessitating the use of amnestics to maintain effective containment. Foundation media assets have reported an increase in credible reports from both rural and suburban population centres, with bit pieces beginning to appear in mainstream media releases. Disinformation campaign “Yowie Believers” has been implemented to comprehensive but not total effect. Data analyst projections indicate that at current rates of exposure, a full information containment breach is likely within twelve to eighteen months. Proposal-4289-Theta Proposal: Release of VH-4289-TR7 into known population zones for clade Metatheria in the Australian, South American and North American continents for total containment of SCP-4289. Disinformation campaign “Devil’s Lament” to be implemented to maintain effective secrecy. VH-4289-TR7: Third-generation retrovirus developed for containment of SCP-4289. Testing on contained instances of SCP-4289-1 confirms that VH-4289-TR7 is effective in rendering SCP-4289 inactive in 100% of exposed instances and shows high transmissibility between instances. In approximately 82% of exposed SCP-4289-1 instances, VH-4289-TR7 caused adverse health effects, resulting in the termination of 56% of SCP-4289-1 instances tested. VH-4289-TR7 is able to spread to any mammal carrying SCP-4289, regardless of SCP-4289 activation. Testing indicates no tendency for transmission to specimens outside of clade Metatheria, though the potential for mutation is noted. Feedback: As per the direction of the Ethics Committee, all eligible Site-89 staff are directed to provide feedback to Site-89 Command on Proposal-4289-Theta before final implementation is determined by Overseer Command. Staff are required to access and consider each major iteration of SCP-4289 documentation (as determined by Site Director Lynch) before providing feedback. Feedback may be provided confidentially, or publicly at the discretion of the staff member. Submit Feedback? Y N Footnotes 1. For a full list of identified sub-species see Document-4289-SCG. 2. Following confirmation of anomalous properties, testing was approved to identify the necessary conditions for activation of SCP-4289’s anomalous effect. 3. Limited instances native to South and North America are also known. For a full list of identified sub-species see Document-4289-SCG/2. |
SCP-4290 | keter | Item#: 4290 Level5 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All available military assets are at the site of SCP-4290's sealing and are prepared to use any means necessary to neutralize the anomaly. Mobile Task Force Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"), Mobile Task Force Tau-5 ("Samsara"), and Mobile Task Force Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") have been outfitted with experimental paratech weaponry and are situated within SCP-4290's containment perimeter. Grids of nuclear mines have been planted in the vicinity of the sealing site, prepared to detonate if Foundation assets are destroyed. The Dagaz-Break Orbital Strike System has been enabled in the event of a breach past the containment perimeter. Emergency shelters for civilians and selected Foundation personnel are being prepared in the event that containment measures fail. The probability of failure is undetermined. Qinghai Lake, Qinghai Province, China. Description: SCP-4290 is a Class-I Eschatological Entity that was thaumaturgically sealed approximately 10,000 years in the past. Its seal is expected to break in the next seven days. The site of the sealing (SCP-4290-LOCK) is in Qinghai Lake at a depth of 32.8m from the surface, and is constructed from eight beryllium-bronze totems. The totems resemble armored humans, engraved with networks of banishing runes and arranged onto the points of an eight-fold fractal pattern carved into the lake bed (20m wide). Bursts of red light are periodically released from its center. These have intensified in brightness over the past month. Information on SCP-4290 has been recovered from SCP-1726 and other such anomalous records sources. A translated excerpt on the entity from an unknown writer is below: The Child rose its ten mouths to the heavens, stretched wide twenty arms, and ripped the umbilical cord from the sack on its head. The warriors surged to its legs, hoping to tear those newly born limbs before they could move, but from the mouths spilled torrents of darkness and dead geometries. None could flee. Reality rippled with the warriors stretching along its folds and the darkness crunched into their skulls with flares of scarlet. The Child wheezed, dragging skeletal fingers through the dead and the land around. The fingers retracted. Flames burst, then subsided; wax rained, then dissolved; then the island, its warriors, and every soul still left melted into the darkness. For ten days the Child drank it. All the world trembled. Addendum.4290.1: Repair Attempts On 02/08/2022 televisions in Qinghai Province and outlying areas abruptly displayed images of an entity matching SCP-4290 rising over a melting cityscape, with an androgynous voice telling viewers to "repair the Child's locks." This has repeated in frequency, with the voice shifting to say "there is little time left — repair." Investigation led to the discovery of SCP-4290-LOCK. Efforts into finding means by which SCP-4290-LOCK could be reinforced were launched. Searches of SCP-1726, undercover excursions into the Wanderer's Library, and the ruins of specific far-past civilizations found that this is not the first time the seal has needed repairs. Civilizations including the Erikeshans, the Xia Dynasty, and ancient Ortothans have strengthened the seal with sacrificial rituals and the engraving of new runes onto the totems. The last group to have performed this were the Daevites, shortly before their culture was destroyed c. 270. The Foundation Department of Occult Containment arranged for the rites and engravings to be performed. A submersible containing the ritual setup1 and remotely operated underwater vehicles (ROVs) with carving equipment descended to the center of SCP-4290-LOCK on 09/08/2022. However, halfway through performance of the ritual, a red light burst accompanied with the release of high levels of gamma radiation and heat occurred. Radiation damage caused the ROVs to accidentally damage existing runes, and the interruption of the ritual led to only two cadavers and half the heart to vanish as planned. Television broadcasts repeated later that day, its voice now stating: The sacrifice did not reach the ten maws. Brace. Addendum.4290.2: 15/08/2022 Defection Incident At 01:00, several personnel stationed at Qinghai Lake acted against Foundation orders and fled the area. One of the involved agents, Agent Zenovia Marinos, left the following message on a piece of paper in their quarters before leaving: Do we think we can actually stop this? No civilization before us wanted to fight the Child. None of them. Hell, Xia had tech better than anything we've got and even they were afraid. The sacrifices won't work anymore — it refuses to consume them. They aren't enough to satiate it. Once that seal breaks we'll have a world of molten darkness and the Child will be all that's left, eating. Drinking. You're fools for staying. The activation of Ways to extradimensional spaces was detected nearby. Tracking is not considered a priority. Addendum.4290.3: Sealing Updates (16/08/2022) Seismometers have detected a series of high energy seismic "pulses" radiating from directly under SCP-4290-LOCK, consistent with models on the effects of dimensional distortion on terrain. Red light now encompasses the entire sealing site, and the totems are observed to be crumbling. Personnel are advised to wait and prepare. == FILE REVISED == Displaying new additions. Addendum.4290.4: Scenario 4290/UNLOCK On 17/08/2022, the totems comprising SCP-4290-LOCK disintegrated. Military assets assembled at the shore of Qinghai Lake, and ten minutes later a 40m long emaciated humanoid organism matching descriptions of SCP-4290 phased out of the ground and onto the seabed. Orders were sent to only fire once activity was observed. Personnel waited two hours. After a further hour of waiting, ROVs were sent to SCP-4290, followed by an expeditionary crew equipped with Lambda-Model Thaumatohazard Suits. Dozens of human corpses and hearts used in the sacrificial repair rituals rested on the entity's mouths, none having been consumed. No thaumic radiation, psi-wave emissions, or any other signs of activity were registered. All life functions in SCP-4290 had ceased. In-site autopsies were performed. Based on these, the entity is estimated to have died approximately 9,000 years ago. The cause of death was determined to be malnutrition. SCP-4290 has been reclassified to Neutralized. Footnotes 1. Requiring three human cadavers and the live heart of an angel. The materials would vanish on ritual completion. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4290" by NatVoltaic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4290. 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: Qinghai_lake.jpg Name: Qinghai lake.jpg Author: NASA License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4291 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4291 Special Containment Procedures: The location and pressure associated with SCP-4291 make relocation impossible. Therefore, containment measures are to focus on mitigating the spread of SCP-4291-1 instances. MTF-Gamma-19 ("Scuba cum Laude") is to be deployed during seasonal events in order to contain SCP-4291-1 instances. Description: SCP-4291 is a Russian submarine sunk off the coast of Margate in the UK. Precise identification of the make and model is hindered by the anomalous growth coral around the base of SCP-4291 and through the hull. While superficially resembling Acropora hyacinthus, this coral appears to be endemic to cooler ambient temperatures and presents local deformation resistance equivalent to the Rockwell C scale. These growths are to be considered part of SCP-4291 and have grown over the entrance hatch and torpedo bay doors. This, combined with the position of SCP-4291 being partially buried (estimated 40% of the total length) in a local rock formation, makes entry to the interior of SCP-4291 impossible. The rock outcropping is likely the remnant of two larger boulders, and is covered in Acropora humilis, which presents no anomalous properties other than surviving in colder ambient temperatures. The bow of SCP-4291 has been breached and lifted clear of local rocks with a yaw of approximately 40 degrees; however, it is covered entirely by coral tissue growth. It is unknown if this breach is the cause of SCP-4291 sinking or if it occurred afterwards. Sonar scans and physical probes of SCP-4291's bow port have failed due to unexpected calcification of the coral in response to stimulation. SCP-4291 undergoes a periodic effect determined by global ocean current patterns. Thermohaline circulation bringing warmer water temperatures occurs once per year in the spring and correlates strongly with these effects. During this seasonal pattern, the girth of SCP-4291 will increase 30% as it is engorged with SCP-4291-1. After this, SCP-4291 will retain its new size for one week on average, after which it will expel approximately 60 instances of SCP-4291-1 through the bow as the coral tissue growth recedes temporarily. After a refractory period of 2 weeks, the cycle will repeat three times. SCP-4291-1 appear to be the former crew of SCP-4291. They are dressed in standard attire issued to the Voyenno-Мorskoi Flotin in the 1970-1971 period. While the corpses present no anomalous effects outside of their relationship to SCP-4291, dental and DNA records do not match any known Foundation databases. SCP-4291-1 are appropriately buoyant. After their expulsion from SCP-4291, they will float at neutral buoyancy until putrification. Addendum 4291.01: Discovery Report SCP-4291 was uncovered by Foundation dive crews after local reports from Margate, UK, indicated seamen washing up on shore. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4291" by Riemann, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4291. 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-4292 | safe | Item #: SCP-4292 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4292 has been placed into Low-Priority Medical Storage at Site-66. Due to the limited supply and unpredictable effects of SCP-4292, testing may only be conducted with joint-approval of Site-66's Director, Chief Containment Specialist, and Ethics Committee Liason. As a secondary mission priority, agents located in the southeastern United States, Germany, and Lunar Area-32 are to locate and detain the Person of Interest "dado" for Foundation questioning. The media campaign informing residents of the Washington DC metro area that advertisements for "herbie fucker really very good circus of the unsettle by dado" were for a cancelled sketch comedy series is to remain in effect until further notice. Any researchers studying GoI-233 ("Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting") are to be given access to merchandise recovered alongside SCP-4292 for study. Description: SCP-4292 is a bottle of 26 (remaining) rainbow-coloured pills, bearing the label "freaky pills by dado" in permanent marker. When ingested orally by a human or non-human animal, SCP-4292 will randomly induce some form of visible or otherwise easily demonstrable anomalous alteration in the subject. The half-life of the active ingredients appears to be approximately three hours, with anomalous effects lasting an average of twelve hours. At the end of this period, the subject will revert to normal with no lasting physical damage. Despite all subjects finding the experience to be extremely unpleasant, painful, or existentially horrifying, SCP-4292 causes immediate and anomalous chemical dependency, requiring the subject to take at least one pill every twenty-four hours to avoid crippling and life-threatening withdrawal symptoms, comparable to that of alcohol or barbiturate addiction. SCP-4292 Partial Experiment Log: Test #, Subject Results Test #1, D-7246 Transformed into a cockatoo which, when observed by a single person, would sing and dance "Hello My Baby" in the manner of the Warner Brothers cartoon character Michigan J. Frog1. Test #2, D-3125 Lower limbs vanished, but upper limbs gained the ability to stretch by over 1000% of their original length at will. Test #3, D-8042 Transformed into a wind-up cymbal monkey, perpetually clanging its cymbals and repeating 'dado' over and over for the entire twelve hour period. Test #4, D-6289 Continuously lactated a viscous green fluid that, when consumed, induced constant flatulence, diarrhoea and massive intestinal ulcers. Test subject felt compelled to persuade others to drink this substance, advertising it as "Fair Trade Clown's Milk"2. Test #5, one male lab mouse Transformed into a Pegasus. Its wings were unable to provide sufficient lift for flight, yet it constantly attempted to take flight anyway, suffering severe injuries. Test #6, one female lab mouse Instantly multiplied into a thousand identical copies and appeared to possess a swarm intelligence. Some of the swarm would put on a choreographed performance to distract observers while the others stole accessible valuables. Test #7, one male lab mouse Transformed into a non-anomalous zebra. Recovery: SCP-4292 was found at an abandoned and derelict lot in Bethesda, Maryland, during an investigation of an online ad for 'circus by dado', discovered by web analysis bot Alpha-12 ("I/O SCREECH"). The advertisement has since been removed from the public internet. An embedded copy of this video is below. ▶ 'circus by dado': ▼ 'circus by dado': Addendum: The following non-anomalous items were recovered alongside SCP-4292: One cheap, small polythene circus tent roughly 4.5 meters in diameter, covering a collection of twenty-five leather armchairs circling a large hula hoop. An antique metal birdcage of Dutch manufacture. Horse saddles. A large concession stand selling exclusively popcorn, all of which had begun growing mold. A small concession stand designed to sell ice cream, containing one raw hot dog. A battered silk top hat. Guinea pig cages. Three recently deceased human corpses, showing signs of suffering from SCP-4292 withdrawal. Most notably, seventeen stands selling merchandise for a "herbie fucker really very good circus of the unsettle by dado." This included numerous clothing, dishware, bumper stickers, posters, plush animals, playing cards, toys, candy, and additional pharmaceutical pill bottles, all of which were empty. The designs, logo, and font on these products are nearly identical to those used by Herman Fuller's Circus of the Disquieting, with obvious modifications in order to crudely differentiate them. While the exact nature of the relationship between dado and GoI-233 is uncertain, informants embedded in the anomalous community have indicated that 'circus by dado' was the result of a brief collaboration that ended poorly, and the two have since developed a mutual animosity. Footnotes 1. As voiced by William Roberts and animated by Abe Levitow in the 1955 Merrie Melodies short One Froggy Evening 2. At this point the Ethics Committee Liason ordered a halt to human testing. All test subjects were retired to the infirmary for observation and treatment of withdrawal symptoms. |
SCP-4293 | keter | Overview SCP-3924 SCP-2493 SCP-3492 Non-Standard Designation "TYRFING" SCP-2394 Item #: SCP-2943 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2943-A is currently within the boundaries of Site-51. A digital display showing the current date and time is to be kept within visible range of this manifestation point at all times. A timer counting down until precisely 8,640 minutes have elapsed since the previous SCP-2943 manifestation is to be kept running at all times, and reset as required. Tests conducted with any SCP-2943 instances are to be catalogued in the SCP-2943 Testing Log. All instances of SCP-2943-1 are to be catalogued according to manifestation time and stored accordingly. New instances of SCP-2943-1 are to be timestamped immediately for ease of cataloguing. Instances of SCP-2943-2 are to be processed similarly to SCP-2943-1 before being transported to Lunar Area-32, to facilitate satellite imagery of the Earth as depicted through each instance, to assist in determining the cause of their manifestations. SCP-2943-2 are to be stored at Site-51 when not in use, separately from SCP-2943-1 instances. Additional procedures for Level 3 or higher personnel only. Displaying additional procedures. SCP-2943 storage areas are to be frequently inspected for the appearance of SCP-2943-3 instances. The content of SCP-2943-3 instances is to be recorded and available information utilised to prevent the reoccurance of any observed K-Class scenarios. Information regarding SCP-2943-3 instances is restricted to Level 3 or higher clearance. In the event of an impending severe K-Class scenario, Procedure SATURN LAMENT is to be initiated as a last resort. Under no other circumstances whatsoever are any potentially destructive tests to be conducted on any SCP-2943 instances. Procedure SATURN LAMENT: Information detailing pivotal events regarding the imminent K-Class scenario, such as events that directly instigated the event or alternate outcomes that were not explored, are to be left exposed within reasonable distance of SCP-2943-A until an SCP-2943-1 or SCP-2943-2 instance manifests. Once this has occurred, an available SCP-2943-1 or SCP-2943-2 instance that manifested prior to the first event pivotal to the impending K-Class scenario the most recently manifested SCP-2943-1 or SCP-2943-2 instance is to be destroyed by any means necessary. Sonar image of SCP-3924. Item #: SCP-3924 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3924 should be monitored via sonar at all times for any atypical behaviour. Records of its courses and speeds should be catalogued. Non-Foundation vessels must remain within 3,500 metres of sea-level while within the Hellenic Trench region. All vessels attempting to, or successfully, surpass a depth of 3,500 metres must be apprehended, questioned and amnestised, if recoverable. Lethal force is permitted if vessels resist apprehension. All manned Foundation vessels must remain above 4,000 metres below surface at all times while within the Hellenic Trench region. All manned Foundation vessels must remain at least 20 km away from SCP-3924 at all times. (See: Addendum III.) Description: SCP-3924 is a mobile, submersible object that roams the hadal zone of the Hellenic Trench region. SCP-3924 typically moves at 40 km/h and at depths of 4,450 to 4,980 metres below surface, but is capable of reaching speeds of 55 337 km/h1 and depths of 5,250 metres. In all encounters, SCP-3924 has evaded visual observation; because of this, its approximate physical appearance is only known through sonar imaging (Depicted above). SCP-3924 perpetually emits an indeterminate sound, depending on its current “state”; although the sonics change depending on whether or not SCP-3924 is passively roaming or actively engaged in battle, at no point does SCP-3924 cease emitting noise. (See: Addendum III.) Because of SCP-3924’s normal depth, these sound are heavily distorted due to seawater; ongoing audio analysis has identified an ongoing rhythm between the various sounds, suggesting they may be musical in nature. To date, no patterns typical of vocalisations have yet been identified. Whenever a vessel approaches a depth of 4,100 metres below surface while within the Hellenic Trench region, SCP-3924 enters an active state, immediately changing course to intercept and broadcasting an alternate audio signature (unique to this state) directly at the encroaching vessel. This will continue until the vessel rises above a varying depth.2 If the offending vessel dives below 4,100 metres, SCP-3924 becomes hostile and will attack by use of incendiary torpedoes and/or rising mines; SCP-3924 will become increasingly aggressive in tactics the longer the vessel is below the 4,100 metre threshold, the deeper it gets, and the more aggressive the vessel becomes in retaliation (if at all). SCP-3924 will continue attacking until the encroaching vessel either rises above 4,100 metres below surface, or is catastrophically destroyed; due to the fact SCP-3924’s primary strategy appears to be focused upon rupturing ballast tanks, the latter is the most common outcome. If a vessel rises above the 4,100-metre threshold, SCP-3924 will immediately cease attacking, but will remain in an active state until the vessel rises above a “sufficient” depth. SCP-3924 periodically enters an active/hostile state in the absence of any encroaching vessels; in all such cases, SCP-3924 appears to broadcast, and attack, an indeterminate object/entity between it and the seafloor. To date, sonar has failed to detect any such objects/entities. Addendum I: Incident 3924-A On January 9, 2018, SCP-3924 entered a hostile state and began firing munitions towards the seabed. During this time, a pre-prepared and unmanned submersible was deployed several hundred kilometres away in an attempt to reach the Hellenic Trench seafloor while SCP-3924 was preoccupied. Once the submersible passed the 4,100-metre threshold, SCP-3924 immediately began firing torpedoes in its direction, despite showing no awareness of the submersible beforehand. SCP-3924 made no attempts to intercept the submersible, apparently prioritising the unseen threat below it. After thirteen minutes, SCP-3924 ceased firing towards the seafloor and immediately changed course to intercept the submersible (which had reached a depth of 4,954 metres). SCP-3924 rapidly accelerated to 337 km/h, reaching the submersible within several minutes and destroying it — sonar observation detected portions of SCP-3924’s hull shedding during this manoeuvre. SCP-3924 then ascended to a depth of 4,500 metres and began deploying rising mines in an attempt to damage or sink ships at the sea’s surface; [DATA REDACTED], [DATA REDACTED] and [DATA REDACTED] were critically damaged and sunk. SCP-3924 remained aggressive to surface vessels for a further three hours, after which it resumed normal behaviour. To date, this is the only time SCP-3924 has attacked vessels outside of its active zone. Further attempts to surpass the 4,100 metre threshold are strictly forbidden. Addendum II: Incident 3924-B On April 3, 2018, SCP-3924 again entered a hostile state in response to an undetected threat. Unlike previous renditions, SCP-3924 continuously fired towards the seafloor for 334 consecutive hours3, during which it progressively descended to a depth of 5,250 metres. On April 17, SCP-3924 ceased firing and began broadcasting a previously unrecorded audio signature in all directions; three minutes later, SCP-3924 rapidly descended towards the seafloor, but disappeared from sonar detection immediately prior to impact. Attempts to locate SCP-3924 or its wreckage throughout the Hellenic Trench, either through sonar or visual detection, are currently ongoing, but are thus far inconclusive. SCP-3924 tentatively reclassified Uncontained/Neutralised. Addendum III: Incident 3924-C On April 20, 2018, SCP-3924 was detected by sonar within the Calypso Deep region of the Hellenic Trench, approximately 75 km from where it disappeared. Sonar imaging shows that SCP-3924 appears to have suffered catastrophic rupturing of most, if not all, ballast tanks, but is attempting to ascend under (assumed) thruster propulsion alone. Since reappearance, SCP-3924’s behaviour has drastically changed; SCP-3924 will only respond to vessels within a 15 km radius, which it will aggressively fire upon, and SCP-3924 no longer produces any detectable audio. SCP-3924, at its current heading and speed, is estimated to return to its regular roaming zone by 23 March, 2019. Item #: SCP-2493 Special Containment Procedures (Revision 2): SCP-2493-1 is to be kept at Lunar Area-32 or at its designated containment chamber located 100km away, accessible by high-speed rail. SCP-2493-1 is to wear SCP-2493-2 whenever outside their designated containment chamber, and is to be restricted from attempting to leave their chamber until it is ensured SCP-2493-2 is correctly secured. SCP-2493-1 is to be provided with three meals each day, transmuted into antimatter by use of designated devices received from 2493’. (See Addendum 3.) SCP-2493-1 is to be psychologically evaluated twice weekly, and medication to be administered as required. A list of SCP-2493-1’s requests for updated containment procedures is to be submitted to the Ethics Committee on a bi-weekly basis for review and approval or rejection. Proposals to rescind approved requests are to be submitted to the Ethics Committee; any other attempts by staff to impede approved requests will result in severe reprimands at the discretion of the Overseer Council. The full list of approved and rejected requests are outlined in Document 2493-1; “Approved & rejected requests by SCP-2493-1 for updates to containment procedures.” Special Containment Procedures (Revision 1) Note: These procedures are no longer in effect! SCP-2493-1 is to wear SCP-2493-2 at all times. SCP-2493-1 is to be kept in its modified humanoid containment cell at Lunar Area-32. The cell is to be filled with pure helium gas at a pressure of approximately 20 kilopascals, and kept at a temperature of approximately 280 Kelvin. The interior of the room is to be kept above a minimum of 270 Kelvin, to ensure continued biological function of SCP-2493-1. The interior surface of SCP-2493-1's containment cell is to be padded with a three centimetre thick layer of soft rubber. No sharp corners or points are to be present within SCP-2493-1's cell; all such corners or points are to be removed or padded. In the event of SCP-2493-2 becoming punctured, it and SCP-2493-1 are to be immediately jettisoned from the facility. MTF Gamma-4 ("Blondebeard's Crew") is to be notified to adjust the trajectory of the anomaly as required, and to prevent it from entering the earth's atmosphere and causing a UK-Class Global Irradiation event. SCP-2493-1 is to be supplied at least 2 kilograms of waste matter daily, to a maximum of 10 kilograms. Once weekly, a signal requesting contact is to be sent through the extradimensional anomaly located on the rear of SCP-2493-2 by use of a 4 MHz radio wave. The entity is also to be under surveillance at all times, and any attempts to hinder communication with the entity’s location of origin are to be reported to the site director immediately. (See Addendum 3.) A list of SCP-2493-1’s requests for updated containment procedures is to be submitted to the Ethics Committee on a bi-weekly basis for review and approval or rejection. Proposals to rescind approved requests are to be submitted to the Ethics Committee; any other attempts by staff to impede approved requests will result in severe reprimands at the discretion of the Overseer Council. The full list of approved and rejected requests are outlined in Document 2493-1; “Approved & rejected requests by SCP-2493-1 for updates to containment procedures.” Description: SCP-2493 is the collective designation for two components; SCP-2493-1 and SCP-2493-2. SCP-2493-1 is a male humanoid entity approximately 1.7 meters in height, and weighing approximately 95 kilograms. SCP-2493-1 is composed entirely of antimatter, but physically appears to be an ordinary human. SCP-2493-1 responds to the name of Joe Smith, and claims to originate from an alternate dimension composed primarily of substances with similar atomic composition to his. Psychological evaluation of SCP-2493-1 has revealed that it suffers from nostophobia4 and an obsession with completing their mission. (See Addendums) SCP-2493-2 is a suit composed entirely of a previously undiscovered and currently poorly-understood substance that SCP-2493-1 refers to as ‘Buffer’, superficially resembling an airtight type 1 hazmat suit. This substance is entirely non-baryonic in nature, uniformly reflects all wavelengths of electromagnetic radiation resulting in a mirrored surface, and is also capable of preventing interaction between matter and antimatter. These properties prevent the contents of anything composed of this material from being examined by use of X-ray scanning, and severely impede physical examination. The material comprising SCP-2493-2 is flexible in a manner comparable to rubber, but has a texture consistent with polished metal. An impermeable barrier replaces the substance around SCP-2493-1’s facial region, serving as a two-way visor. The interior of the suit is also capable of emitting light from an undetermined source, and will do so upon instruction by SCP-2493-1. On the back of SCP-2493-2 is a multifunctional backpack that serves as an air recycler, a method of exchanging resources obtained by SCP-2493-1 for canned provisions,5 and an airtight input for canned provisions. SCP-2493-1 has never been observed to physically ingest these supplies; the entity states that this is attributable to nanites present within the interior of the suit, which constantly reassemble small sections of food within his mouth whenever available. It is theorized that the device is connected to SCP-2493-1's reality of origin via a stable extradimensional anomaly in the device, as this is the only reasonable explanation of how the provided waste materials can be converted into edible substances composed of antimatter. + Addendum 1: Information Summary - Showing summary. The following is a list of information regarding SCP-2493-1’s origins, obtained during several interviews. It should be noted that the only source of such information is the entity itself, and as such cannot be confirmed to be factual. (See Addendum 3.) SCP-2493-1 originates from an alternate reality (Henceforth 2493’) consisting entirely of antimatter. The society of 2493’ has access to or has developed technology that is significantly more advanced than that of our own, with such technology requiring large quantities of electrical energy to operate, typically exceeding the range of petajoules on a daily basis. Technology within 2493’ approximately 200 years ago 173 years ago produced large quantities of waste materials as by-products of their operation. Such technology has since been adapted to recycle their waste materials. These produced waste materials were transported to a poorly-understood location of abnormal geometry, described as being physically located between two of the three axis present within normal three-dimensional space. After an undefined period of time 40 years the inhabitants of this space began transporting their own waste materials to 2493’, with several described objects exhibiting anomalous phenomena sufficient to be classified as SCPs. This prompted the inhabitants of 2493’ to develop devices capable of severely hindering the transit of such waste material. An unidentified object, presumed to be of abnormal geometric origin, initiated an XK-Class Vacuum Decay within 2493’. Technology developed specifically to counter such a scenario spontaneously activates, protecting a small portion of 2493’ from the event; however, such technology is required to be powered continuously in order to sustain such protection. Numerous working-class citizens of 2493’ have been deployed to alternate realities to obtain matter and transport it back, for the purpose of powering antimatter reactors. + Addendum 2: Recovery interview log - Showing log. Interviewed: SCP-2493-1 Interviewer: Researcher ███ Foreword: This interview was conducted shortly after the acquisition of the entity, before the antimatter nature of SCP-2493-1 had been confirmed. <Begin Log> Researcher ███: What is the suit you are wearing made of? SCP-2493-1: There's no atoms. Why are you detaining me? Researcher ███: We need to ask you some questions. Why do you need the suit? SCP-2493-1: Because you're made of antimatter.6 One plus negative one equals ka-fucking-boom. Researcher ███: Would you care to elaborate upon your objective? SCP-2493-1: I grab some of your stuff, send it back home. Doesn't matter what it is, as long as I send it back. Researcher ███: What do you require the resources for? SCP-2493-1: Fuel. The explosion makes a lot of energy, which can be turned into electricity. I need to get uhh… two… two? Yeah, two kilograms minimum of antimatter per day. I uh, think that’s how much they said would keep everything powered at least. Or was it five? Researcher ███: What are you referring to? SCP-2493-1: Mainly home electrics, water recycling, food production and vehicle electricity. There’s some more important things too, so could you please let me get back to work? Researcher ███: If you are made of antimatter, aren’t you aware of the ramifications that will occur if your suit is punctured? SCP-2493-1: I die and my employers lose a supply line, it was on the contract. It’s an acceptable loss, considering they can just find another source. Researcher ███: It would be safer to simply send you back. If you cooperate, we should be able to devise a method of sending you back. SCP-2493-1: You don’t need to send me back, I’m fine here. Just let me stay. Researcher ███: Why shouldn’t we send you back? SCP-2493-1: It’s safer here. From what I’ve seen of here, we’ve been ahead of you in regards to technology for ages, but you’ve been able to handle waste much better than we did. We got lazy and sent it off to some vague location between dimensions for a couple of years, but as it turned out there were… things, living there, and seeing as we were fine with sending them our garbage, they seem to have decided to send their garbage to us as well. You know what sort of things that beings from between dimensions consider garbage? <End Log> Closing Statement: Theoretical calculations of the interaction of 2kg masses of matter and antimatter as described by SCP-2493-1 would produce 360 petajoules of energy; in comparison, the Three Gorges Dam in China, the world’s largest power station as of writing, produces 356 petajoules of energy per year. Questioning SCP-2493-1 in regards to the technology necessitating electrical input at this magnitude on a daily basis is currently underway. + Addendum 3: Event logs - Showing logs. On ██/██/██, contact with 2493’ was successfully established by use of a 4 MHz radio wave transmitted through the extradimensional anomaly located on the rear of SCP-2493-2. The superiors of SCP-2493-1 apologized for the extended period of time taken for them to respond, and requested to speak to SCP-2493-1 personally. Several of SCP-2493-1’s claims, as well as additional false claims, were requested for confirmation to ensure that cooperative disinformation could not be attempted; all claims made by SCP-2493-1 (detailed in Addendum 1) were clarified and confirmed as true, with all additional false claims being denied. SCP-2493-1 was allowed to communicate with his superiors, and was noted to praise Lunar Area-32 staff repeatedly throughout their conversation, promoting trading prospects. On ██/██/██, negotiations for trade between representatives of 2493’ and the O5 Council was conducted. It was agreed that in return for digital information regarding assorted 2493’ technology, the Foundation was to provide a continuous supply of matter in the form of waste material. The bulk of this waste material was sourced from the five major ocean gyres and various global landfills. The majority of the information received from 2493’ was oriented towards containment or destruction of anomalous entities, specializing in entities, objects or locations with abnormal geometric properties. Additional information enabled large advances in medical science, and artificial food production. Schematics for an antimatter reactor were also utilized to create the prototype FAM-Reactor. Further negotiations were conducted to obtain controlled amounts of antimatter from 2493’ in return for random samples of modern music. On ██/██/██, Lunar Area-32 received a transmission from 2493’ stating that several devices critical to the continued existence of 2493’ were failing due to physical strain due to their extended usage. The Foundation was informed that while maintenance would delay total failure, 2493’ was expected to be destroyed within a year. Several weeks later a second transmission was received, stating that the devices preventing 2493’ from receiving waste material from the location of abnormal geometry had outright failed, and that 2493’ was now being overrun with severely detrimental anomalous objects. Staff at Lunar Area-32 was advised to prepare to receive several objects essential to ensuring SCP-2493-1’s continued biological function. Several devices constructed of the same material as SCP-2493-2 manifested a short distance outside Lunar Area-32, including a large room with airlock capable of safely containing SCP-2493-1 in a vacuum environment, which has since been relocated away from the Area, connected via high-speed rail and further reinforced. On ██/██/██, a large burst of digital information was received from 2493’, primarily consisting of historic records of 2493’, photographs of various regions of 2493’ and several schematics for devices capable of recycling various non-biodegradable materials into reusable resources. All information received has been archived as required. To date, no further transmissions have been received from 2493’. Item #: SCP-3492 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3492 should be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell. SCP-3492 can be supplied with rewards in return for compliance. SCP-3492 must be fed a standard regimen of three meals each day. Staff are advised to exhibit caution while in proximity with SCP-3492, as the spatial distortions it experiences may cause unintentional harm to nearby individuals. Description: SCP-3492 is a Caucasian male human claiming to be named "dicks mcSquigee".7 DNA analysis has proven inconclusive, as collected samples are subject to microscale replications of the entity’s properties, and will spontaneously demanifest after indeterminate periods of time. SCP-3492 sporadically undergoes prominent spatial and/or temporal distortions centralised upon random portions of the entity’s body. These distortions vary in duration and content, but typically involve one of or multiple of the following: Dislocation of bodily portions8 to another fixed position relative to the remainder of SCP-3492; Over or underexaggerated movement of bodily portions along a single axis, frequently resulting in the above Over or underexaggerated rotation of jointed limbs, frequently to physically impossible extents; (Supposed) rotation or movement of bodily portions along or around unobservable, higher spatial dimensions; Spontaneous loss of one or more spatial dimensions, resulting in SCP-3492 converting into a lower-dimensional form; Prominently slowed or accelerated motion of bodily portions; Apparent motion of limbs independently from SCP-3492; Motion of bodily portions occurring in an inverted manner; Pseudo-precognitive abilities resulting from SCP-3492 briefly undergoing a period of inverted time; Of note is that affected portions of SCP-3492 appear to be selectively intangible to the remainder of the entity, enabling limbs to pass through other limbs unaffected, and enabling joints to rotate freely upon all axis while affected. Because of this, SCP-3492 does not suffer from injuries related to its effects, but does experience discomfort. SCP-3492 claims its properties stem from the fact it is a component of a partially-functional program developed by the TotleighSoft corporation as a proof-of-concept intended to promote interest in a physics engine being developed. The entity's respective instance of this program (designated SCP-3492-A) has yet to be recovered. SCP-3492 was recovered during the 2017 Electronic Entertainment Expo, wherein it was attending as part of, and maintaining, an exhibition booth catalogued to be reserved for the TotleighSoft corporation. All attending civilians that observed SCP-3492 prior to recovery were amnestised. Interviewed: SCP-3492 Interviewer: Researcher ████ ███ <Begin Log> Researcher ████ ███: Good afternoon, 3492. May I ask you some questions? SCP-3492: Yes, sure. Why not. Researcher ████ ███: Would you prefer if I called y- SCP-3492: NO! No, no, just… the number is fine. 3492 will do. <SCP-3492's right pectoral girdle extends to a length of approximately two meters, displacing the right arm appropriately.> Researcher ████ ███: Very well. You are aware of your condition, correct? <SCP-3492's left forearm rotates rapidly around their elbow joint, passing through the remainder of their arm without difficulty several times. SCP-3492 takes several moments to adjust the position of their arm, allowing them to gesture to their right shoulder with it.> SCP-3492: It's a bit difficult to ignore. Researcher ████ ███: Do you know what is causing it? SCP-3492: TotleighSoft BECAUSE COMPUTERS' ineptitude at their job. <SCP-3492 becomes two-dimensional, losing the axis of width and only being visible from their left or right.> Researcher ████ ███: Could you elaborate? SCP-3492: Have you ever encountered anything produced by TotleighSoft BECAUSE COMPUTERS? Researcher ████ ███: I have. SCP-3492: Then you would know about the inanity of their games, the nonsensical features of such and, most notably, their inability to use any language other than broken English? Researcher ████ ███: Yes. <SCP-3492 regains the axis of width, becoming three dimensional again.> SCP-3492: Well, there's your reason. SCP-3492: swercs smargorp rieht fo rehtona tey nehw esirprus a fo hcum eb t'ndluohS9 SCP-3492: Oh, pardon me. It shouldn't be much of a surprise when another one of their programs screws up. Researcher ████ ███: You are a computer program? SCP-3492: A sub-program, but yeah. Proof of concept to show how AI's like me run on the main program. Researcher ████ ███: Which is? SCP-3492: A godawful clusterfuck of a physics engine that was supposed to "improve" upon standard spacetime. I basically exist in a bootleg - oh, excuse me. <SCP-3492's bodily features10 shift and dissipate, preventing the entity from communicating for several minutes. The interview is paused until SCP-3492 regains the capability to speak.> SCP-3492: Damn fourth axis. As I was saying, I'm an AI made by TotleighSoft BECAUSE COMPUTERS used to show off the… "functionality", of a physics engine they're working on. Researcher ████ ███: And this would be the reason your name - SCP-3492: Yes, unfortunately. You can mess with some of my parameters, and you've named me dicks mcSquigee. Could you please change that? Even something bland like John Doe would be fine, just… anything but dicks mcSquigee. <SCP-3492's lower jaw rotates around its joint upwards, disappearing into the skull without resistance. Their speech is not impeded.> Researcher ████ ███: Do you know where your file is currently being hosted? SCP-3492: Well, no, but… the other guy gave it... wait, you DID buy the program, right? Legitimate copy from TotleighSoft BECAUSE COMPUTERS, right? SCP-3492: Did… did you fucking pirate me? <End Log> Interviewed: SCP-2803-A, the CEO of the TotleighSoft corporation, via email. Interviewer: Researcher ███ ██████ <Begin Log> Researcher ███: Could you help me with one of your products? I'm having a bit of difficulty with it. SCP-2803-A: Yes, supporting is avaliabel! Which of our TotleighSoft programes is? Researcher ███: I can't find the original name of it. It's a physics engine that you have released, which comes with a customisable demonstration AI. SCP-2803-A: Not right. How doyou have? wasnt released. Researcher ███: You haven't released it yet? Why not? SCP-2803-A: Noone interested in it. showed it for buisness, but no response. production stopped and employees work onother profit, never sold. How did you get? Researcher ███: We bought it from a store. We can conduct an investigation for you, to find out how this happened, but we will need your cooperation. SCP-2803-A: Yes, will help. What you need? Researcher ███: Can you send us a copy of your development notes and a manual? SCP-2803-A: Yes yes, is attach. Will help anyway! <End Log> Interviewed: SCP-3492 Interviewer: Researcher ████ ███ Foreword: A review of the development notes for SCP-3492 provided by SCP-2803-A revealed that several of the anomalous properties of SCP-3492 were recorded as having been patched in earlier versions of the software, while other properties - most notably, the ability to change the name of the AI - were neither implemented as a feature nor encountered as a programming error. An interview was conducted to question SCP-3492 regarding these revelations. <Begin Log> Researcher ████ ███: Good morning 3492, how are you doing? SCP-3492: About as well as you can be while knowing you're illegal. Researcher ████ ███: I… see. We're working with your creator to find out how you came into our possession, to avoid it in future. Speaking of which, we've come across some… discrepancies, which we would like your help with. Are you willing to help? SCP-3492: I guess. Not like I can get any more illegal. <SCP-3492's left thumb extends until it touches the ceiling of the room, after which it returns to its normal length.> Researcher ████ ███: Ok. You will periodically move along a spatial axis higher than the standard three we exist within, correct? SCP-3492: Yeah, that's what happened the last time we spoke. It just happens whenever it wants. Which is what you get for being ILLEGAL. <SCP-3492's right leg is seen shifting before disappearing.> Researcher ████ ███: Yes, well, are you aware that issue was resolved in one of the earlier versions of your software? <SCP-3492's right leg reappears.> SCP-3492: Really? Well, that's odd. But then again, it's probably back because I'm ILLEGAL. Researcher ████ ███: Well, there's several other anomalies that have been listed as resolved as well, such - SCP-3492: Maybe they weren't fixed in copies that are ILLEGAL. Researcher ████ ███: I would appreciate if you stopped emphasising that point. SCP-3492: What, that I'm ILLEGAL? Researcher ████ ███: Yes. SCP-3492: Well… FINE, I GUESS. [Unintelligible] <What appears to be SCP-3492's tongue briefly emerges from the top of their skull.> Researcher ████ ███: Pardon? SCP-3492: Nothing, nothing. As you were saying. So, a few bits and bobs of me are broken again, so what? What's that mean? Researcher ████ ███: Well, there are also several aspects of you that were never included as features in the software. You claim that you have been renamed to "Dicks McSquigee," correct? SCP-3492: That… yeah, I… Is that…? Researcher ████ ███: Unfortunately, yes. Renaming the sub-program was never considered for use as a feature. There's also your fluency in English, the size of your vocabulary… SCP-3492: Oh… OH GOD. OH GOD WHY. <The various limbs of SCP-3492 begin rapidly spinning around their respective joints, throwing them across the room. The limbs are not physically impeded by any other part of SCP-3492.> Researcher ████ ███: 3492, are you ok? SCP-3492: OH GOD. I'M… I'M A FUCKING BOOTLEG. I'M A FUCKING… PIRATED… SCP-3492: WHY? WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT TO RIP OFF TOTLEIGHSOFT BECAUSE COMPUTERS? <End Log> Item #: SCP-████ Alternate Designation: Non-Standard Designation "TYRFING" Special Containment Procedures: A physical manuscript containing “TYRFING” infectious information must be kept at all times. This manuscript is to be used solely to create a digital file that can be duplicated if all other sources of “TYRFING” infection are lost. A digital file containing “TYRFING” infectious material must be kept on an otherwise empty portable storage device, access to which must be restricted to personnel assigned to “TYRFING”. At no point should the original file be opened and viewed; testing subjects should be exposed to copies of the file during testing only. Communication with “+TYRFING” subjects must be conducted exclusively via a specialised messaging program developed to automatically censor “TYRFING” infectious information. Personnel attempting to circumvent this must be severely reprimanded. To minimise disruption during reassignment post-“TYRFING” infection, personnel assigned to “TYRFING” are not authorised to know its numerical designation and must refer to the anomaly by its alternate designation instead. Description: Non-Standard Designation "TYRFING" is an infoallergenic11 information-based concept. "TYRFING" is not restricted to any specific medium — any method of surveying or storing information is capable of surveying or storing "TYRFING". Individuals or documents that contain explicit information of "TYRFING" are infected by the anomaly, and are henceforth referred to as "+TYRFING".12 Sapient "+TYRFING" hosts are compelled to compare "TYRFING" to other concepts they are aware of; these comparisons can be arbitrary and nonsensical, but all relate or compare the two concepts in some manner. Testing has shown that while in its initial infection phase, "TYRFING" exhibits potent mnestic properties, enabling "+TYRFING" hosts to recall all details of "TYRFING" and all comparisons or relations made with other concepts — no amnestic treatment utilised by the Foundation has impeded this property. Hosts show signs of an anomalous compulsion to spread "TYRFING", frequently attempting to survey information to individuals they believe are unaffected. When a sapient "+TYRFING" host believes they have infected another individual with "TYRFING", the anomaly will enter its second phase. The success of this attempt is irrelevant; if the host believes they have exposed another individual to "TYRFING", the secondary properties will initiate. During this secondary phase "TYRFING", and all concepts the host (who is designated "-TYRFING" from then on) related to it, will exhibit antimemetic properties for the host alone — they will be unable to recall any information relating to the concept/s. As with the memetic properties of "TYRFING", no mnestic treatment developed thus far by the Foundation has impeded this property. "-TYRFING" individuals also experience permanent perceptual alterations that prevent them from perceiving any information that directly or indirectly exposes them to lost concepts; subjects show no response to visual, auditory or tactile mediums used to transfer such information.13 The effects of "TYRFING" are not limited to biological or even animate hosts; dummy AIC programs have shown susceptibility and similar antimemetic impediment to biological "-TYRFING" individuals. Inanimate mediums of information storage suffer from approximate analogues of "TYRFING"'s antimemetic effect — when an individual is infected by "TYRFING" via one of these mediums, the relevant information in the medium immediately becomes illegible or unintelligible to all individuals (including those unaffected by "TYRFING") in the case of visual and auditory mediums, respectively; digital information will become irreparably corrupt, but will still occupy the same system space. Individuals unaffected by "TYRFING" attempting to read "-TYRFING" visual documents can acknowledge the presence of an inscription, but are unable to discern any meaning from it; similarly, they can also acknowledge recorded vocalisations, but cannot ascertain its content. “TYRFING” was initially contained following an outbreak in Site ██. The majority of staff positioned on-site began suffering from inabilities to perceive randomised objects or concepts; as the lost concepts varied from staff to staff, a cognitohazardous infection was identified and the site was locked down by personnel. First-response containment personnel were able to create a non-infectious document approximating the anomaly and isolate a “TYRFING” infectious document before succumbing to the anomaly’s secondary properties. Testing Log ████: Subject Concept/s related to “TYRFING” Additional parameters/notes Observed detriments to “TYRFING”-Negative subject D-2898 None. Test was used as a baseline – the subject spread “TYRFING” before relating it to any other concepts. Subject became unable to perceive any information pertaining to “TYRFING”, and showed no awareness of their infection. D-1667 Shoes. N/A Subject became unable to perceive shoes. No anomalous capability to observe feet through footwear was recorded; descriptions of personnel's feet were confirmed to be unconscious extrapolations made by the subject. Subject showed signs of minor distress when personnel removed their shoes while the subject observed. D-9055 Air N/A Subject becomes extremely distressed and begins hyperventilating. The subject is capable of respiration, but is not conscious of any air intake and acts as though they are asphyxiating. The subject is unable to explain the purpose of respiration, but acknowledges its importance. Treatment for chronic hyperventilation syndrome is ongoing, but successful. D-2493 D-2493 (Their own identity). N/A Subject lost all sense of self-identity; the subject was unable to perceive their own form, but was still capable of all bodily functions. D-4566 Life. N/A The subject became unable to distinguish between living, inanimate and/or deceased objects or entities; the subject attempted to awaken a carcass introduced to them, believing its lack of response being due to unconsciousness. D-2439 Libraries Conducted to determine if “TYRFING” can counteract the effect of SCP-2602, which used to be a library. The subject showed no compulsion to refer to the fact that SCP-2602 used to be a library; when presented with images taken from SCP-2602’s interior, the subject identified it as a former library without difficulty. Interviews with the subject regarding SCP-2602 are impeded by its anomalous properties, as the subject is unable to hear interviewers when they refer to SCP-2602 as a former library. Further research into cross-utilisation of “TYRFING” with SCP-2602 (a former library) is pending approval. D-2565 Allison Eckhart Conducted to determine if “TYRFING” can be used to immunise individuals from other information-based anomalies. Subject became incapable of perceiving Allison Eckhart – because of this, the subject cannot detect anything affected by the AE-Class Allison Eckhart Allison-Eckhart Breathability Scenario, including [DATA REDACTED] Allison Eckhart Allison Eckhart (Allison Eckhart) Conducted to determine if “TYRFING” can be used to cure Allison Eckhart infection. All Allison Eckhart activity in Allison Eckhart ceased, with attempts to resuscitate them failing. Allison Eckhart was declared dead by attending medical personnel. TYR005.aic None. Test was used as a baseline to determine how “TYRFING” affects non-biological entities. Upon the subject becoming “-TYRFING”, all information recorded on the computer regarding “TYRFING” became corrupt. Attempts to transfer files containing “TYRFING” information failed, as all such files would register as corrupt on the computer, despite being functional on other systems. When transferred to an alternate computer system, TYR005.aic was fully-functional, but could not interact with any regions of data containing information about “TYRFING”. TYR007.aic Artificial Intelligence N/A As with the previous test, the computer hosting the AIC program became incapable of accessing any files containing information about “TYRFING”. The TYR007.aic also became incapable of accessing information about “TYRFING”; however, it was also incapable of performing functions that involved it interacting with other AICs – while indirectly communicating with AICs (via modifiable text documents), it believed it was speaking to testing personnel. Questioning revealed that TYR007.aic believed it was a human consciousness implanted within a computer. TYR009.aic Stopping, Deletion N/A The “-TYRFING” TYR009.aic was incapable of ceasing any programs, functions, and/or deleting any data. This property did not extend to the computer system hosting the AIC; testing personnel were able to close and delete data on the system. Impediments regarding documents containing “TYRFING” information were consistent with previous (and successive) tests. Addendum 1: Incident Log ████-01 Three researchers were infected with “TYRFING” during a scheduled round of testing with D-Class personnel on 10/04/2018. The automated redaction system used to automatically censor attempts to communicate “TYRFING” infectious material during conversation between researchers and test subjects had been updated the day prior; however, the update caused a stack overflow to occur, disabling the program. While “+TYRFING”, Junior Researcher █████ ██████14 sent an indeterminate text message to an unknown phone number – due to Junior Researcher █████ being found to be suffering from the secondary properties of “TYRFING”, it is assumed that this text message contained “TYRFING” infectious content. Due to the antimemetic properties of the anomaly, Junior Researcher ██████ is unable to be questioned regarding these actions, nor can the recipient phone number be retrieved. An investigation is underway into whether this was a premeditated action, or compliance with the compulsive effect of the anomaly. Addendum 2: Ongoing surveillance of the three researchers involved with Incident ████-01 has revealed an additional, hereditary property of “TYRFING”; all offspring of Researcher ███ ███ that were conceived after 10/04/2018 have shown perceptual alterations identical to Researcher ███ ███; specifically, they are all unable to perceive or learn of the existence of pears. Testing with the offspring has, however, shown that they are still susceptible to “TYRFING” infection and therefore, can experience further perceptual shifts. No abnormal genetic markers have yet been identified to correlate to “TYRFING” infection. Research into identifying potential “TYRFING” markers has been allocated as high-priority. Item #: SCP-2394 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-2394 is to be kept in a chemically-induced dream state at the veterinarian wing of Bio-Site 84. SCP-2394 is to be supplied with nutritional package NP2394 by method of intravenous drip. Should SCP-2394 awaken pre-emptively, no less than two veterinarian staff are to respond immediately and resume SCP-2394's dream state. SCP-2394's mental health is to be observed once per week by use of accessing its neurological files using "2394filing.exe", and a complete copy of all files should be made once per bi-annual period. Attempts to alter the neurological files of SCP-2394 are to be approved by the site director prior to execution. Research staff assigned to SCP-2394 are authorised to monitor SCP-2394's dreams by use of the "2394REM.exe" program at any time. Research staff not assigned to SCP-2394 must be granted permission by level 2 personnel assigned to SCP-2394 to monitor SCP-2394's dreams. SCP-2394 is not to be neurologically accessed by any computer connected to any networks at the time, and is to be thoroughly scanned for any potential manifestations of a digital consciousness of SCP-2394 prior to connecting to any networks. Description: SCP-2394 is a single instance of Litoria caerulea, or Australian green tree frog. The entity is genetically identical to common members of its species, and is physiologically normal excluding several aspects added by SCP-2394's previous captors. (See Addendum 3.) The entity has been surgically modified in several manners to extend its lifespan indefinitely, the most prominent of which is an artificial injection site located above the left portion of the hipbone, and an anomalously-powered artificial heart that has yet to cease operation. SCP-2394 also has a Firewire (IEEE 1394) port surgically attached to the top of its skull; this port is directly connected to several parts of the entity's brain, enabling it to be monitored by use of appropriately formatted software. (See Addendum 1 & 2.) Observation of the entity's thought processes and actions have revealed that it is sapient. SCP-2394 can instantly teleport to any location that it has previously physically observed. The mechanism by which the entity is capable of relocating in this manner is unknown, as it does not feature any abnormal organs or genetic sequences from those of its species, and apparently had the ability prior to its surgical modification. (See Addendum 4.) SCP-2394 can activate this ability by certain conscious thoughts, and thus is unable to utilise its ability while unconscious or dreaming.15 No successful method of replicating the entity's anomalous properties have been determined, and all attempts to convey the ability to SCP-2394's offspring have failed, suggesting the ability may not be a genetic trait. SCP-2394 has thus far never teleported to a location depicted in a photograph or film, however if this is a conscious decision on its part or an actual limitation has not yet been determined. Documents obtained during SCP-2394's recovery state that the entity was capable of teleporting objects and organisms along with itself, as long as they were in physical contact with it. This capability was a conscious decision by the entity, however testing by Foundation researchers have thus far failed to replicate this effect. Attempts to force SCP-2394 to relocate personnel with it are currently pending review by the Ethics Committee. SCP-2394 is able to teleport to certain locations on the Australian, South American and African continents, the southern region of the United States, and the central region of Asia. SCP-2394 can be neurally interfaced with any device capable of receiving a signal from a Firewire 800 cable either directly or by use of an adapter. The entity does not internally contain downloadable driver software, which must be installed onto devices in order for them to interpret SCP-2394 as an external port.16 The original software recovered during the raid in which the entity was recovered from has been reverse engineered and improved for testing purposes by Foundation technicians. Two separate programs have been developed that utilise this driver software; "2394filing.exe" and "2394REM.exe", both detailed below. It is currently unknown if SCP-2394 has the potential capability to upload its consciousness to a device via the Firewire connection, but precautions are to be taken to prevent it from uploading itself to the Foundation network or the Internet if it is capable. Addendum 1: 2394filing.exe The 2394filing.exe software enable devices connected to interpret various aspects of SCP-2394's consciousness as text documents that are numerically ordered in an ascending fashion, with each file allocated a random numerical value. "2394filing.exe" has an inbuilt feature that enables researchers to locate specific files relating to a topic, context or content. SCP-2394 is always locked in a read-only state, preventing any files from being added, altered or deleted from the entity in any way. No method of 'unlocking' SCP-2394 has been determined thus far, if it is at all possible. Addendum 2: 2394REM.exe The 2394REM.exe software enables researchers to monitor SCP-2394's delta sleep constructs in a visual and auditory format. 2394REM.exe renders the constructs as a three-dimensional environment that can be navigated by the user, however regions that are outside SCP-2394's field of vision are significantly less detailed than regions within and audio that the entity is not consciously aware of fades at a rate of 5 decibels per second. Observations of SCP-2394 using 2394REM.exe has shown that it is unaware that it is in a dream state, and if conscious would actively avoid capture and containment by any humanoid being. Also of note is that SCP-2394 visualises itself as an ordinary frog of its species, with the distinguishing features of the entity absent from its person. Addendum 3: Recovery log SCP-2394 was recovered during a raid on a Chaos Insurgency base of operations. Having studied the entity for ██ years, they had developed functional software drivers for SCP-2394 and were utilising a prototype program in order to influence the entity to utilise its ability for their benefit. Its anomalous capabilities were being utilised to relocate high-priority personnel and items undetected. The program was designed to automatically monitor the thought processes of the entity, and engaged a failsafe of cerebral overstimulation17 to keep it contained on location. A similar method of electrical stimulation of specific areas of the brain associated with memories of locations was also utilised to induce SCP-2394 to use its abilities in a desired manner. SCP-2394 was showing signs of extreme distress upon retrieval, and was discovered to have been exposed to a cognitohazardous agent designed to induce rapid brain death in an attempt to prevent acquisition of the entity by Foundation agents. The entity was improperly exposed to the agent, resulting in it functioning incorrectly and causing an extreme mental strain on the entity. + Addendum 4: SCP-2394 File samples - Showing sample files. The following format will be used: Search Keyword/s: Note: Related Content: Search Keyword/s: Old, Different, Head, Change Note: Sample was obtained using an early prototype of 2394filing.exe. File was obtained prior to the original initiation of SCP-2394's extended delta sleep. Related Content: Want back before. Am different, but normal like other s:Dfb\bu#}NQ6v. Hide among. Cant before, stuck different, no hide. nJ4?KXn@v8Opsg no remove, x'%Q6t{j^]IlV! stuck deep on head. Awake that time, x'%Q6t{j^]IlV! stays always now, never go. Endless. Pain always, nJ4?KXn@v8Opsg no stop, why do. nJ4?KXn@v8Opsg stop. Please. Search Keyword/s: Before, Freedom, Ability, Obtained Note: Sample obtained using a near-completed version of 2394filing.exe. Related Content: I thank [-\L**/UN#:I-#S ?] for her help. She gave me the [ABILITY] that I now enjoy, to let me go where I remember. I met her many [YEARS] ago. I was with many other [FROGS], and we were being taken somewhere by [HUMANS]. There were lots of them, all watching us, watching us get killed one by one by a [MONSTER ?] for fun. The screams of the others, I will never forget. That [NIGHT], I met her. She shone brilliantly, and her voice calmed me. She gave me my [ABILITY], and told me to flee. I tried to help the others, but they only ignored me. I left alone. I go back to where I met her sometimes. I see her every time and try to speak to her, but she never responds. Should [-\L**/UN#:I-#S ?] need me, I will come, I owe her. I just wish she would speak back to me, so I know she understands how thankful I am.18 Footnotes 1. See: Addendum I. 2. Typically around the same depth at which SCP-3924 entered its active state, but has been known to increase or decrease by up to 200 metres, depending on the vessel's rate of ascension. 3. Fourteen days. 4. The fear of returning home. 5. This feature has now become non-functional (See Addendum 3). 6. SCP-2493-1 speaks from the perspective that he is composed of matter, and by extension that everything else is composed of antimatter. 7. Despite grammatical inaccuracy, SCP-3492 will always record its name without correct capitalisation. 8. This includes joints and/or limbs. 9. SCP-3492 was experiencing a period of inverted time, during which it spoke in reverse. 10. Hair, facial features, nails, etc. 11. Infoallergenic anomalies are an uncommon class of infohazard, capable of exhibiting both memetic and antimemetic properties. 12. "TYRFING" positive. 13. ”TYRFING”-Negative hosts claim that printed documents detailing “TYRFING” are blank, that personnel telling them about “TYRFING” mumble or become mute while speaking, and that surfaces with Braille imprinted upon them are blank or smooth in regions that contain information regarding “TYRFING”. 14. One of the infected researchers. 15. SCP-2394 has attempted to utilise its ability several times during its sleep. It has thus far failed to physically activate its effects; however, it is successful in relocating itself within its dreams. 16. Attempting to access SCP-2394 from a device that does not have the appropriate driver software installed will result in SCP-2394 appearing as an irreparable, corrupted external device. 17. Specifically, the section associated with pain reception. 18. SCP-2394 has been noted to travel to a location within the Hubei provenience of China at a minimum of once per year in its dream. Investigation of this region led to the discovery of SCP-████ |
SCP-4294 | keter | 3/4294 LEVEL 3/4294 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4294 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Artificial Intelligence Conscript TSATPWTCOTTTADC.aic is deployed to locate and replace all digital images and video footage containing SCP-4294 with Class-F visual amnestics. MTF Omicron-88 ("Witch's Tit") is to track and monitor SCP-4294 in order to minimize exposure to non-Foundation personnel. Additionally, Omicron-88's responsibilities include: administering regional air traffic controllers under the guise of local military authorities in order to maintain a 5 km no-flight zone around SCP-4294. coordination with local emergency and disaster relief services in order to minimize civilian casualties during and following an Inquiry Event. (Defined as SCP-4294 descending to a height of below 1km.) investigation into the identity of POI-4294-01 "Maxine". Description: SCP-4294 is a roughly 3 km long tendril of flesh, visually identified as an enormous ovary with free-hanging fallopian tube. SCP-4294 is capable of flight at speeds observed up to 75 km/h, typically remaining at a height of roughly 10 km. SCP-4294 is perpetually surrounded by a severe snowstorm with wind speeds in excess of 130km/h. Visibility and maneuverability impact due to extreme blizzard conditions render attempts to intercept or engage with conventional aircraft and munitions currently impractical. Addendum 4294.1: Discovery / Initial Inquiry Event Darvaza gas crater. SCP-4294 was first sighted emerging from the Darvaza gas crater1 in Derweze, Turkmenistan on 2/20/2000. Foundation assets arrived on-site 2 hours following reports of initial manifestation. Extensive wind and ice damage were found present within a ~4 km radius of the crater. Ashgabat local Gulshat Abdulov was recovered sheltered within an overturned truck near the initial manifestation point. ▼ Show interview log ▲ Hide log Interviewed: Gulshat Abdulov Interviewer: Researcher Alexander Grant Foreword: Dialogue has been translated from Turkmen to English for the purpose of this log. Interview was conducted following Mrs. Abdulov's extraction to Site-75 and treatment for acute hypothermia. [Begin Log] Researcher Grant: Good afternoon, Mrs. Abdulov. How are you feeling? Gulshat Abdulov: I'm feeling much better today. My leg doesn't feel like pins and needles are in it anymore. And look! [Mrs. Abdulov withdraws the sheet from her lower body to reveal her legs.] Gulshat Abdulov: The blue tinge has gone away! Thank you all so much for helping me. Researcher Grant: You're very welcome, ma'am. Perhaps, if you're feeling up to it, I could ask you a few questions about the blizzard that caused this. Gulshat Abdulov: I… Yes, of course. Well, it wasn't an ordinary blizzard. Researcher Grant: In the middle of the summer, certainly not. But we have reason to believe there's more to it than just unseasonably cold weather. Did you see anything else out of the ordinary? Gulshat Abdulov: Hmm, I don't know. I think, maybe? It is hard to know what was real. I thought I was dying of the cold. Seeing things. Researcher Grant: What kind of things? Gulshat Abdulov: [Subject begins exhibiting signs of mild distress.] Crazy things. After the wind knocked my truck over, and the heater… well, the heater didn't work well on a good day. The cold got so painful, so fast. [Subject clears her throat and pauses for several seconds.] I was still so close to the Door to Hell. I tried getting out and trying to run to it. I thought it would be better to jump in to the fire than die in that hellish cold. But the ice on the door was already too thick. I wasn't strong enough. I don't know how long I was trying to open the door. Handful of minutes, probably. Felt like hours. The whole time, I'm maybe… 20 meters from the crater. Even with the snow, I can still see it pretty clearly, you know, the fires. [Subject trails off and falls silent, appearing contemplative.] Researcher Grant: Mrs. Abdulov? Gulshat Abdulov: Sorry, I'm just not sure how to describe it… From the flames rose up a great bulb of flesh, trailing a long tendril. I didn't know what it was at first, and it just kept going, more and more of it. It must have reached up past the clouds. Hm. [Subject pauses briefly before continuing.] When it was all the way out of the pit, just… floating above the fire, that's when I realized what it is: a colossal ovary at top, and the long tendril the flesh linking it to the uterus. But, there is no uterus. Where the tendril ends, it looks… ragged. Like it had been hacked, or maybe ripped. [Subject abruptly begins laughing.] This is not yet even the strangest part. At this point, I am not even trying to open my door anymore, and I am just watching this happen through the truck's windshield. The tendril comes towards me, the ragged end, stretching over towards me like it was being pulled. The tendril, it is maybe… shoulder-width on the inside. And the inside comes to face me, like it is looking right into my truck, and I can just see in the darkness inside of it, a wicked old woman's face. A witch. She asks me, "Where is my daughter? Where is Maxine?" Researcher Grant: Are you familiar with anyone by that name? Gulshat Abdulov: Ha, no chance. I tell her— well, no, I don't tell her. Inside of the truck is cold, it hurt to breathe by then, but I shake my head 'no'. It seems this is enough for her, the tendril turns away, and lifts up, higher and higher into the sky. As she leaves, I hear her calling "Come to me, my furtive daughter. I am not cross with you." After that, I don't know how long before I black out, but when I woke up, I was here. Researcher Grant: Thank you very much, Mrs. Abdulov. You've been very helpful. <End Log> Closing Statement: Subject administered Class-A amnestic and released from Foundation custody. Aftermath of Inquiry Event 1 Addendum 4294.2: Log of Inquiry Events ▼ Show Inquiry Event log ▲ Hide log Inquiry Event Inquiry Event 1 Date of Event: 2/20/2000 Location of Event: Derweze, Turkmenistan Further Details: Anomaly initiated and concluded questioning of Gulshat Abdulov without incident. Surviving witnesses amnesticised and released from Foundation custody. Inquiry Event 2 Date of Event: 3/17/2000 Location of Event: Hertsa, Ukraine Further Details: Anomaly initiated questioning with two members of GoI-0432 (The Hunter's Black Lodge). Altercation concludes with the transformation of both members of GoI-0432 into specimens of Triturus carnifex. Surviving witnesses amnesticised and released from Foundation custody. For a list of recovered materials and witness reports, see Addendum 4294.3 Inquiry Event 3 Date of Event: 10/3/2000 - 1/15/2001 Location of Event: Zapadno-sibirskaya Ravnina (West Siberian Plain, Russia) Further Details: Anomaly lowered to a median height of 100m at its lowest point after crossing Eastward over the Ural mountains. Flight patterns during this period formed a wide, undulating wave, consistent with searching tactics. Despite slowing to an average speed of 20 km/h, at no point did the anomaly lower to ground level, or engage in questioning with any individuals. Inquiry Event 4 Date of Event: 4/3/2001 Location of Event: Kangbashi District, Mongolia Further Details: Anomaly abruptly redirected course on 4/1/2001 and moved directly towards a privately owned building in the western Kangbashi district, subsequently discovered to be a defunct and abandoned safehouse utilized by GoI-α-019 (Serpent's Hand). Anomaly subsequently concluded inquiry event. Despite conducting no further Inquiry Events, SCP-4294 will occasionally demanifest and remanifest over periods ranging up to 2 hours. As the anomaly's absence does not diminish the accompanying blizzard, tracking of SCP-4294 during these periods can continue without further modification to containment procedures. PoI 4294-0432-1 following Inquiry Event 2 Addendum 4294.3: Inquiry Event 2 log of recovered materials ▼ Show log ▲ Hide log Eyewitness Report Transcript: Interviewed: Aleksander Oliynyk Interviewer: Ο-88 Bathsheba, Ο-88 Sabrina Foreword: Mr. Oliynyk was found pinned completely below the abdomen under an overturned stone structure, displaying symptoms of severe frostbite and acute shock. Recording was taken on-site by task force Omega-88. Dialogue has been translated from Ukrainian to English for the purpose of this log. <Begin Log> Aleksander Oliynyk: [Coughing violently.] Who's there? More Black Lodge gangsters? Ο-88 Bathsheba: No, we're with the military. Can you tell us what happened here? Aleksander Oliynyk: Witchcraft. The blizzard came so suddenly, the snow first, then the icy wind. Then from the sky came down a thick rope, twitching and fleshy. It thrashed around and screeched with a woman's voice. [Subject's breathing becomes more rapid, and renews attempts to dislodge the pinning structure.] Please, can't you get this off me? It… it doesn't really hurt, but I can't feel my legs. Ο-88 Sabrina: More soldiers and equipment are on the way. Please, while it is fresh on your mind, tell us everything you can. Aleksander Oliynyk: Tell them to hurry. Can't catch my breath. I… right, the woman's voice. I wasn't sure what she was saying at first, the wind was howling very loud— I thought that's what it was for a while. Then I saw two of the Black Lodge mobsters were standing in the middle of the street. They were looking up at the flesh, enraptured by it. But they seemed worried, and finally I understood what the woman's voice was saying. [Subject begins hyperventilating.] 'I know you're hiding her from me, I see her aura on you. Tell me where my daughter is! Give me back my Maxine!' They said they don't know her, and oh, how mad she got. 'Liars!' She called them. 'Bastards', and 'bitches' sons', and worse. I never heard such vulgar cursing. 'Low-bellied deceitful villains!', 'The grave is too merciful for such slime!', I saw her words wring their bodies into little squiggles. I think they are dead. Over there, just near to the fertile isles where the culmination of all things comes to radiate back and forth forever and exalt ourselves… [Subject's breathing becomes erratic and speech loses coherence.] <End Log> Closing Statement: Due to extensive bodily crushing, no non-lethal method of extraction could be arranged. Subject humanely euthanized. Journal found among the affects of PoI 4294-0432-1: March 1, 2000 I met a most remarkable man today. A supremely powerful magician, one I believe could rival even the High Karcists of old. Before my very eyes I watched as he knelt by the shore of a frozen lake, and with a touch of his hand set the lake's surface to melt in an instant. I was well hidden, and remained still as he left, and soon returned with a meager band of companions to fish. When I finally revealed my presence to them, he rounded on me with a circumspect glare. Despite his might, he seemed fearful and timid, but I dared not be seen by him as a threat. I told him my brethren and I could shelter him. He was unwilling, wouldn't say much. Didn't need to. Even from several meters away, I could feel his presence, his aura pressing against me, like heavy air. He was running from someone, but he wouldn't tell me who. All he would tell me was his name. Vladimir. He was adamant about that. Addendum 4294.4: Inquiry Event 4 log of recovered materials ▼ Show log ▲ Hide log Letter discovered discarded by SCP-4294: Mom, I love you. I don't know how to say this. I thought that coming to this backwater dimension, taking on this form would be message enough. Fool that I am. Mom, I'm not your daughter any more. I haven't been for… well, for a very long time now. I know you still won't understand, but this is who I am. You always told me how sacred womanhood was to our witchcraft, but I've come to see that for the lie it is. I've met many wonderful people, women and men, and others I don't yet understand. They're kind-hearted, they don't hurt people. I'm not your daughter anymore. Truly, I don't know that I ever was. And while I'll always love you, I'm nothing like you. I just want to make people's lives better. I've gone to a hidden library with my new friends. You won't find me, so please, just stop looking. Go home. Pretend I died if you must, but stop looking for me. Vlad Footnotes 1. A collapsed natural gas field which has been burning continuously since 1971. Locally called the "Door to Hell". |
SCP-4295 | safe | SCP-4295-A. Item #: SCP-4295 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4295-A is to be monitored remotely at the nearest intracity outpost to avoid drawing attention to its existence within the town. Comprehensive security measures are to be applied to its windows and doors to prevent incursion and potential vandalism. SCP-4295-A is currently being surveyed to establish routine maintenance procedures and repair damage using whichever methods are likely to provide SCP-4295-B with the best medical outcome. SCP-4295-B is to housed at Site-17 in a Standard Humanoid Containment cell and given a comprehensive medical examination once monthly to check for unexpected injuries or wounds. Description: SCP-4295-A is a two-story Victorian house in Portland, Maine, built in 1892. SCP-4295-B is its owner, 62-year-old Martha Ackerman. Various parts of SCP-4295-A are "mapped" to different parts of SCP-4295-B's body, causing her to experience a tactile sensation where the corresponding portion of SCP-4295-A is touched. Movement on the second story is felt in the upper body; movement on the first story is felt in the lower body, etc. In addition, injuries to SCP-4295-B's body are reflected in equivalent damage to SCP-4295-A in the associated area, and damage or decay to SCP-4295-A appears as damage to SCP-4295-B's body. These injuries do not respond to typical medical treatment and can only be reversed by repairing SCP-4295-A. This was discovered during routine testing to confirm the anomaly, when a section of the handrail on the basement stairs gave way due to rot. This caused a deep laceration to SCP-4295-B's right thigh. As the result of natural wear and tear on the house, SCP-4295-B is suffering from: Lichen planus on the skin of the upper left arm, corresponding to rot in the floorboards of the upstairs bedroom. An injury to the chest wall, corresponding to damage to SCP-4295-A's central heating unit. Alopecia, corresponding to damaged roof tiles. Addendum SCP-4295-1: Intake Interview 04/12/2007 Intake Interview 04/12/2007 Interviewer: Dr. Andrea Talbot Interviewed: SCP-4295-B Initial assessment: SCP-4295-B is a middle-aged white woman of average height and weight. Suffering from hair loss across most of the scalp. Skin is marked with scars and lesions of various sizes. Alert and oriented. Temperament is standoffish, but seems unlikely to escalate to violence. Additional notes: Field agents Nguyen and Obasi were on standby during the duration of this interview, which took place within SCP-4295-A. <BEGIN LOG> Talbot: Thank you for your cooperation today. Now I just need to ask you some questions. SCP-4295-B: I just want this to be over. I have plans this afternoon. You need to- I have plans. Talbot: I understand. Could you go ahead and tell us a little bit about this house? SCP-4295-B: Oh, I've lived here my whole life. My whole life. Talbot: Ah, okay. And who lived here before you did? Do you know anything about them, or about what kind of connection they might have had with the house? SCP-4295-B: I don't remember the people we bought it from. I could probably track down their information, I suppose, but that was an awfully long time ago. They never mentioned anything strange. Talbot: And what about your connection to the house? When did that start? SCP-4295-B: Well, let's see. That happened slowly. At first it was just being able to feel when someone was around. It scared me, but I liked knowing who was where. The mold came next, I think. (SCP-4295-B rolls up her left shirtsleeve to reveal that most of her upper arm is covered in shiny, dark-colored spots. The discoloration is not typical of lichen planus, nor of any similar skin condition. There is a large bump at the elbow, and the joint creaks audibly when moved.) Talbot: Did you break your arm? It looks like it didn't heal right. SCP-4295-B: I had to do the repairs myself all these years. I couldn't let just anyone in here. Talbot: The skin condition is from the rot in the house? SCP-4295-B: Oh, yes. Yes. You saw what happens to me when this place isn't taken care of. Talbot: We're very sorry about that. How is your leg? SCP-4295-B: Doesn't hurt any more than the rest, I suppose. You did alright with the gauze. Talbot: Can you tell me what you noticed after the mold? It was just your skin at first, and then what? SCP-4295-B: Well, it got much worse after everything happened. Much worse. Talbot: After what? SCP-4295-B: Oh. I just don't like to think about it, is the thing. Talbot: That's alright. Take your time. SCP-4295-B: No, I don't think I will. Let's just move on. Talbot: This could be very important. I need to know what triggered that change. SCP-4295-B: No, you do not! You people come into my home- Talbot: Miss Ackerman. We want to help you, but we can't do that if you're not honest with us. Now, why don't you go ahead and tell us what happened? SCP-4295-B: This was years ago. We went out to go to a play, me and Martin. Talbot: Who is Martin? SCP-4295-B: My husband. Talbot: Okay. Go on. SCP-4295-B: And we were just walking home and it was some man. We didn't know him. He just wanted money. Martin was always so stubborn. He didn't want to give it to him. Talbot: Okay. SCP-4295-B: He shot him. My Martin. He didn't make it. Talbot: I'm sorry to hear that. SCP-4295-B: That was when it started. When it really started. The house took care of me after that. At least there's one place that's just mine, I thought. This place is mine and I know it like the back of my hand. Talbot: And what happens when you leave the house? Can you still feel everything going on inside it? SCP-4295-B: Oh, I could never. Talbot: Never what? SCP-4295-B: Go out. I haven't in years. Talbot: I see. And why is that? SCP-4295-B: I couldn't do that. I just couldn't. Talbot: IS there something you believe would happen if you did? SCP-4295-B: (agitated): I couldn't. I just couldn't. Talbot: Because you were frightened, or because you physically couldn't? SCP-4295-B: There's no difference. I can't leave. Talbot: Would it hurt you physically to leave? Would it damage your body to walk out that door? SCP-4295-B: I suppose not, no. Talbot: Well, it's going to be really hard to deal with those wounds in here. You need to see a doctor for proper medical treatment. SCP-4295-B: No, I don't! I don't. I'm perfectly fine. Talbot: You don't look healthy, Martha. I can see your hair is falling out. Is that related to the house? SCP-4295-B: Might be, I suppose. Started falling out when the roof started leaking. Speaking of which, you have to fix that banister you broke. Talbot: Do you think that will help with the injury? SCP-4295-B: Of course it will! You did this. You saw how it happened. Shouldn't have gone down there in the first place. Talbot: So it's not just the arm? It's everything? SCP-4295-B: That's what I said. Didn't you hear? Talbot: I'm only trying to confirm. SCP-4295-B: Hmph. Talbot: What would you use to fix something like that? SCP-4295-B: Wood glue. Can't be picky. There's some in the cabinet there. (Points.) Talbot: Obasi. Can you take care of that. I want to see what happens to the injury. Obasi: Sure. (Field agent Obasi retrieves a bottle of wood glue from a cabinet in the corner and leaves the room. SCP-4295-B sits forward and points to her lower thigh. Several footprint-shaped bruises appear spontaneously, each about an inch in length.) SCP-4295-B: Combat boots. They're not good for the floors. This is why I don't have guests. Talbot: Keeping up with the maintenance here must take up a lot of your time. Uh, can you take off that bandage so I can see if the injury heals properly? SCP-4295-B: Why not? (SCP-4295-B pulls her skirt up over her right knee and unwinds the gauze around her thigh. The wound is about four inches in length and runs vertically between the hip and knee.) SCP-4295-B: I hope he didn't lose any pieces. That would be so- oh. There we go. (The wound heals slowly, leaving a pink scar. It looks several weeks old by the time the repair is complete. SCP-4295-B sets the gauze aside.) Talbot: Alright, Martha. I'm sorry. I can see this is difficult, but we're going to have to ask you to come with us. SCP-4295-B: Oh? Well, I'm going to say no. Talbot: It would really be the easier option if you agreed to come with us, Martha. We can't just leave you here. For your safety. We have to make sure you're taken care of. SCP-4295-B: No. Are you threatening me? SCP-4295-B: Why did you bring those men here? I'm not stupid. I can see they have guns. Talbot: No one is going to hurt you, Martha. But I can see you're not doing so well. Some of those lesions are obviously infected. I think you know how serious it is. SCP-4295-B: I can't. (Field Agent Obasi returns. SCP-4295-B is secured at the elbows by the two Field Agents and makes an attempt at resistance by kicking Obasi in the shin. SCP-4295-B begins to weep as she is extracted from the building. At the front door, she refuses to support her own weight, and she is lifted and carried by Field Agent Nguyen. The group of people moves out onto the front porch. Nguyen descends first and reaches the last step before stopping abruptly and nearly losing his balance.) Nguyen: Uh oh. Talbot: What? Nguyen: Uh, I can't carry her through. There's something stopping it. Talbot: Stopping what? Can you walk forward? Nguyen: Yeah, I can move just fine. I can't bring her with me. Look. It feels like there's a wall. Talbot: Obasi, can you stand on the other side and pull? Obasi: Why not? (SCP-4295-B continues to weep and provides no verbal input.) Obasi: Yeah, that's not going to work, either. I don't want to hurt her. Talbot: Okay. Bring her back inside for now, I guess. Well, now this is interesting. <END LOG> Addendum SCP-4295-2: Following this incident, SCP-4295-B was returned to the interior of SCP-4295-A, where she proceeded to lock herself in the bathroom. She was convinced to return to the living room after five hours. Plans to convert SCP-4295-A into a permanent containment zone with appropriate medical facilities are currently underway in the event that SCP-4295-B is unable to be removed. Addendum SCP-4295-3: Intake Interview 04/12/2007 (cont.) Intake Interview 04/12/2007 (cont.) Interviewer: Dr. Andrea Talbot Interviewed: SCP-4295-B Additional notes: None. <BEGIN LOG> Talbot: How are you feeling, Martha? SCP-4295-B: Terrible. Thanks a lot. Talbot: I need to ask you some more questions. I was going to wait for these, but now it looks like we might be here a while. SCP-4295-B: Why should I answer any more questions? You hurt me. I have bruises on my arms. Manhandle me again if you have to, I suppose. Talbot: I don't think you understand how much more difficult you're making this by fighting us. You're clearly an intelligent woman. You know what needs to happen here. SCP-4295-B: Well, and why shouldn't I fight you? You're the ones who tried to drag me off when I said to leave me alone! I don't want to go anywhere! I don't want to go, and the house will protect me, so you can just shove off! Talbot: Is the house what's keeping you from leaving? SCP-4295-B: The house. Me and the house. There's not really a difference anymore. Talbot: How do you feel about that? SCP-4295-B: Fine. I know I'm supposed to hate it, but I don't. I'm not…I have a life here. A good life. I take care of the house. It takes care of me. I'm not useless. Talbot: We don't think you're useless. SCP-4295-B: I don't believe you. It's leave me locked up here or make me normal, isn't it? Talbot: It doesn't have to be. There are a lot of choices, Martha. SCP-4295-B: It doesn't feel like it. Not after all of that. Talbot: I'm sorry. I handled that poorly. I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do with you being combative. SCP-4295-B: You're young. Talbot: Sorry? SCP-4295-B: I said, you're young. You haven't done this a lot, have you? Coming into people's homes to collect them and all that. Talbot: Can I ask what makes you say that? SCP-4295-B: Heh. You're terrible at it. Don't know how you made it through…whatever school you people go to. And that's not me being ornery, that's me being truthful. Anyway, what was I saying? I wasn't fighting. I never tried to hit anyone. You didn't even listen to me. Talbot: Okay. I'm sorry. You're right. That was some bad behavior on our part. SCP-4295-B: Yeah. Talbot: Yeah. SCP-4295-B: I think I'm stuck. Talbot: Happens to the best of us. SCP-4295-B: Not like this. Talbot: (chuckles) Well, that's true. SCP-4295-B: (sighs) Talbot: So, you said that you don't want to leave. If you did want to leave, do you think things would be different. Do you think it'd be easier? SCP-4295-B: Than being picked up and dragged off? Probably. Talbot: But you don't want to give that a try. SCP-4295-B: I keep telling you! I can't. You're not listening. Just leave me here to rot. Talbot: Martha. I am listening. I wasn't listening to you earlier, but I am now. But you have to listen to me, too. Your chest injury looks bad. We really want to get that looked at in a proper medical office. You might need surgery. SCP-4295-B: Can you do that here? Talbot: Maybe, yeah. We can do a lot of things here. But it'll be a lot more comfortable for you, and a lot safer, if we can get you out of here. SCP-4295-B: I can't. I- I'll die. Talbot: You'll die if you stay here. You can't keep up with the maintenance anymore, especially not with your back. It's going to keep getting worse. The house is making you sick. We need to separate you. I'm sorry. SCP-4295-B: I don't know what else to do. Talbot: We can help you. But you have to meet us in the middle. And I know you want our help, or you wouldn't have been sending letters to anyone who might understand what you were dealing with. You knew you needed to get out of here. SCP-4295-B: I don't know what I'll be like without the house. And who's going to take care of it. Talbot: We will. I told you you're not useless, and I meant that. There's a lot more to Martha than this house. Like I said: meet us in the middle. SCP-4295-B: How is me doing whatever you say meeting in the middle? Talbot: Alright. That's fair. What can I do to make this easier? SCP-4295-B: For starters, take your shoes off in the damn house. My legs look so bad. (All personnel remove their shoes.) SCP-4295-B: Now, I'm going to try coming outside with you, and if you try picking me up again I'll bite you. Obasi: Alright. Noted. SCP-4295-B (Hesitantly): Will you hold my hand? Talbot: I will. (Talbot holds SCP-4295-B's right hand in her left. She follows slightly behind as SCP-4295-B exits the front of SCP-4295-A and approaches the edge of the porch. SCP-4295-B descends the steps slowly. Upon coming to the last step, she passes through the place where her body was previously stopped.) Talbot: Hey! Look at that! Great job! SCP-4295-B: Alright, alright. Don't patronize me. (SCP-4295-B drops Talbot's hand in apparent disgust.) Talbot: Sorry. SCP-4295-B: Now what? Talbot: We're going to put our shoes back on and get in that van across the street. SCP-4295-B: That one? Talbot: Yep. Let's go. You lead, I'll follow. <END LOG> Addendum SCP-4295-4: SCP-4295-B was transported to Site-17 without incident. Her injuries have improved rapidly with the repair of SCP-4295-A. As of 03/04/2008, the connection between the house's state and her body's has weakened significantly, and she has not experienced any serious medical complications in several months. This trend is expected to continue. When asked to describe her feelings on the matter, SCP-4295-B described herself as "ornery but optimistic". ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4295" by Inkmouth, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4295. 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: house.jpg Name: Small Victorian House Portland Oregon Author: Dunstanf License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4296 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4296 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4296 is to be contained in a chamber located at Site-██. This chamber is to be kept under guard by two members of security personnel. Any additional instructions relating to SCP-4296 will be given by Dr. Henry Woods of the Pataphysics Department. Testing involving SCP-4296 is to take place once a day with the approval of Doctor ███. Description: SCP-4296 is an entity resembling a naked humanoid male, six meters in height and red in colouration. The limbs of SCP-4296 are fused directly together with its main body, and for this reason it has remained in the fetal position since it was first recovered in [DATA EXPUNGED]. SCP-4296 reacts to no phenomena save for human suffering which occurs in its immediate vicinity, at which it will noticeably shudder and moan in a high-pitched voice. SCP-4296 appears to prefer physical injury and torture to mental or emotional distress - although it will still respond to it - but will not respond to any human suffering that concludes with the death of the human in question. If SCP-4296 is not provided with at least one example of human suffering per day, it will demanifest from its current physical and metaphysical location and remanifest at the nearest location where human suffering can be found. SCP-4296 has proven capable of physical, metaphysical and pataphysical traversal, appearing in physical locations, dreams and even narrative works such as films and television shows on these occasions. Test Log 4296-1: Testing Parties: Security Officer ██████, D-████ Stimulus: Security Officer ██████ and D-████ enter the testing chamber. Using a handsaw, Security Officer ██████ non-lethally dismembers and beheads D-████ over the course of three hours, scattering him throughout the testing chamber. Camera footage indicates D-████ is awake and actively conscious throughout this process. Once D-████ has been thoroughly dismembered, Security Officer ██████ rips out his own spinal cord and hangs himself with it from a nearby light fixture. Security Officer ██████ remains alive and in the same location as of the time of writing. Results: SCP-4296 shudders and moans. Test Log 4296-2: Testing Parties: Doctor ████-███ Stimulus: Doctor ████-███ enters the testing chamber, wheeling in an industrial meat grinder behind him. Once the meat grinder has been securely fitted in the center of the room, Doctor ████-███ reluctantly feeds himself into said grinder for approximately thirty minutes, exiting it as a pile of miscellaneous wriggling viscera. Results: SCP-4296 shudders and moans. Test Log 4296-3: Testing Parties: Junior Researcher ████████, Senior Researcher ██████, Senior Researcher ██ Stimulus: All testing parties enter the chamber and sit in a circle around SCP-4296. Junior Researcher ████████ and Senior Researcher ██████, using their bare hands, open up their rib cages and remove their hearts and lungs, placing them on the floor before them. While they are screaming as expected, Senior Researcher ██ attempts to resist removing her own internal organs, but is obviously unable. Once all internal organs have been removed, the testing parties repeatedly smash their heads on the floor until they are unable to make any movement bar twitching on the ground. Results: SCP-4296 shudders and moans. Test Log 4296-4: Testing Parties: D-████ Stimulus: D-████ enters the testing chamber. His head subsequently explodes. Following this, D-████ rolls around on the floor, clawing at his stump. He is still performing this action. Results: SCP-4296 shudders and moans. Test Log 4296-5: Testing Parties: All Site-██ personnel bar Doctor ███ and Junior Researcher █████. Stimuli: All testing parties enter the chamber, douse themselves in gasoline, and set themselves alight. Although the epidermis is burnt away, the fire is unable to burn any of the muscle or flesh beneath thoroughly enough to break it down, but still causes excruciating pain. All individuals, bar SCP-4296, remain on fire forever. Results: SCP-4296 shudders and moans. SCP-4296 Research Review: <Begin Log> Doctor ███: I've been told there's nobody left at Site-██. Junior Researcher █████: Yes, that's right. They've all been used up for testing with SCP-4296. Doctor ███: Ah, I see. That makes sense. Junior Researcher █████: Yes. A shame. (Pause.) Junior Researcher █████: What do we do now? Doctor ███: Hm? Junior Researcher █████: I said, what do we do now? Doctor ███: Oh, now? Junior Researcher █████: Yes. (Pause.) Doctor ███: Well, I suppose we just get things over with. Then it'll be over, and we can start it again. As I said previously. Junior Researcher █████: That makes sense. The same method as last time, then? Doctor ███: Yes, of course. Junior Researcher █████: Doctor? Doctor ███: Yes, Junior Researcher? Junior Researcher █████: Do you ever wonder what our names are supposed to be? Doctor ███: (laughs) No, not really. (Doctor ███ draws his service pistol, shooting Junior Researcher █████ in the throat and himself in the temple. Neither die, and remain twitching and gurgling on the floor until the natural heat death of the universe.) (SCP-4296 shudders and moans.) <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4296" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4296. 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-4297 | keter | close Info X SCP-4297: The Emu-lution of War Author: devonmartin Image licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0, source here. Some parts of the CSS for this page are borrowed from SCP-4512, by djkaktus. Thanks for reading! If you like this, check out some of my other articles: SCP-4134 (+96) SCP-4297-J (+73) SCP-4152 (+61) More by Devonmartin Item #: SCP-4297 Level 4 Clearance Threat Level: Red ● A mob of emus with SCP-4297 instance present (circled in red). Item #: SCP-4297 Special Containment Procedures: The Australian government is cooperating with the Foundation to contain SCP-4297. SCP-4297 containment efforts are currently divided into monitoring of emu colonies for SCP-4297 activity, and extermination of active SCP-4297 colonies. Foundation cover story F91-11314 ("Poacher Proof") is to be disseminated to local Australian news media following skirmishes between SCP-4297 instances and Foundation personnel. Additionally, following the termination of any SCP-4297 colony, Class-A amnestics are to be distributed to civilian populations within ten kilometers.1 MTF Kappa-5 ("Pecking Order") is to cooperate with MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") in carrying out OPERATION INVISIBLE FACE. Details of OPERATION INVISIBLE FACE are available to Level 4 personnel and above only. [02 JUN 2013] UPDATE: The town of Morgan has been designated a protected wildlife preserve (designated Biological Site-730). The perimeter of Biological Site-730 consists of electrified chain-link fencing 1.8 meters in height. Two members of MTF Kappa-5 are to patrol the perimeter of Biological Site-730 to monitor for covert SCP-4297 activity and inspect the perimeter for damage. All personnel involved with OPERATION INVISIBLE FACE have been administered Class-A amnestics and reassigned. Description: SCP-4297 is the designation for an unknown number of D. novaehollandiae, commonly known as emus.2 Instances of SCP-4297 are intelligent and capable of communication,3 and display a high level of adaptability and situational awareness. Instances of SCP-4297 typically utilize their beaks and feet to grasp and manipulate objects, often in conjunction with their claws (such as when firing a rifle). Instances of SCP-4297 are capable of reproduction with other SCP-4297 instances or non-anomalous emus, generating eggs (designated SCP-4297-1). Similarly to non-anomalous emus, SCP-4297 instances can each lay between 20 and 50 eggs per season, about 30-40% of which hatch new instances of SCP-4297.4 The remaining instances of SCP-4297-1 contain weapons, ammunition, and other related supplies, including parts of larger objects, which SCP-4297 mobs5 assemble using tools acquired in the same manner. Foundation ornithologists hypothesize that this is accomplished via a spatial anomaly affecting the eggs' interior, allowing them to contain objects larger than their size would otherwise permit. However, this hypothesis has not been confirmed, as "hatched" SCP-4297-1 shells are invariably inert and non-anomalous. SCP-4297 instances are capable of coordinating egg production to accelerate the manufacture of larger machinery and ordnance; in one case, over ████ instances coordinated to produce and manufacture an LGM-30 Minuteman-III missile over the course of a single night. Document 4297.1: Items Produced from SCP-4297 Eggs Document 4297.1: Items Produced from SCP-4297 Eggs For a complete list of items produced or manufactured by SCP-4297 instances, contact Research Lead Moore. Ammunition figures are estimates, not exact figures. DATE EGGS PRODUCED ITEMS GENERATED 05 Nov 1932 38 Lewis automatic machine rifle, .303 caliber (6) Pan magazine (12) Rifle sling (6) Ammunition, .303 British (300) 10 Jan 1940 21 28 Beretta Model 1934 semi-automatic pistol (21) Compatible .380 ACP 7+1-round magazine (42) Cyanide capsule (7)6 04 Dec 1946 836 M4 "Sherman" medium tank (2) 6.76kg M48 High Explosive rounds (50) 6.63kg M61 armor-piercing capped ballistic capped high explosive with tracer (APCBC-HE-T) shells (30) 12.7x108mm cartridges (400) 27 Oct 1953 Unknown See Incident 4297.5. 13 Dec 1980 [DATA EXPUNGED] [DATA EXPUNGED]7 SCP-4297 instances, both male and female, show hostility towards Foundation personnel and humanity in general. During laying season, a mob of SCP-4297 may actively prepare for and engage in acts of warfare against nearby human settlements; however, during the off-season, SCP-4297 instances typically only lay eggs when threatened. SCP-4297 show great resistance to Foundation containment and extermination efforts. More recently, however, SCP-4297 instances have adopted guerrilla tactics, blending in with non-anomalous emus for protection and using their natural speed to escape if disarmed or wounded. Additionally, attempts at nonlethal containment or imprisonment typically result in retaliatory guerrilla-style attacks by groups of SCP-4297, often with much higher casualty rates than deemed acceptable. As such, particularly due to the potential widespread existence of SCP-4297 throughout the Australian continent, containment efforts have focused mainly on extermination of SCP-4297 instances. Discovery: Following World War I, returning Australian soldiers were given land within Western Australia for use in farming; this was made difficult by the presence of a large number of SCP-4297 instances.8 Australian Major G.P.W. Meredith of the Seventh Heavy Battery of the Royal Australian Artillery, was tasked by the Secretary of Defense to cull the emu population. Two men, two Lewis guns, and 10,000 rounds of ammunition were deployed in late October, 1932. Military involvement was delayed until 2 November following heavy rainfall. One Lewis gun was mounted on the back of a truck in order to keep pace with the fleeing emus. Upon approaching a group of SCP-4297, the emus mounted a pincer attack from the surrounding brush consisting of multiple birds armed with Lewis guns. Maj. Meredith managed to radio for assistance before transmission cut out. Foundation assets within the Department of Defense intercepted the transmission, resulting in the immediate deployment of Mobile Task Force Apollo-3 ("Game Wardens") to Western Australia. The ensuing conflict resulted in heavy Foundation casualties due to harsh terrain and intense guerrilla tactics by SCP-4297; however, ten instances of SCP-4297 were successfully contained and the remaining SCP-4297 force was exterminated. Incident 4297.5: On 21 October 1953, Foundation operatives detected high levels of radiation in an uninhabited region ██ kilometers northeast of Lake Maurice. Aerial surveillance revealed a previously undetected colony of SCP-4297 numbering over 6,000 instances. In addition to small arms and ammunition, Foundation reconnaissance teams discovered roughly 40 Sherman tanks, 25 North American Aviation P-51 Mustang fighter planes, and one Boeing B-29 Superfortress bomber, all in varying states of completion. In light of the imminent violation of the Veil Protocol, O5 Command voted 12-1 in favor of eliminating the SCP-4297 colony using a 10kT yield nuclear bomb. Operation FLIGHTLESS BRAVO was conducted with the cooperation of the GOC and the Australian government under the guise of British nuclear testing. The population of SCP-4297 in the colony was estimated to have been reduced to below 100, with all vehicles and aircraft confirmed destroyed by aerial reconnaissance. Foundation MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") was deployed to terminate the remaining SCP-4297 instances via artillery strikes and sniper fire, in cooperation with GOC Strike Team "Floating Fire." The following sequence of events is unclear. At approximately 0700 local time on 27 Oct 1953, a second nuclear device was seen to detonate from the previous construction site.9 The resulting blast resulted in the termination of all members of "Floating Fire," as well as the deaths of nine members of MTF Nu-7.10 Further reconnaissance determined that the second blast had eliminated all remaining SCP-4297 instances in the area. It remains unknown how any instances were able to survive the original blast. Addendum 4512-1: SCP-4297 Containment Attempts Log The following lists all proposed and attempted containment procedures as well as their outcomes. Additionally, the date of the proposal and recorded SCP-4297 population11 are included. ▼ Click to confirm credentials ▼ ▲ Hide Addendum ▲ Containment Proposal 2 Date: 12 Feb 1948 Estimated Population: 250 Name: Researcher Walker APPROVED Proposed Containment Eliminating SCP-4297 nesting grounds with mortar fire. Containment Results/Notes Roughly 50 instances of SCP-4297 confirmed KIA, including roughly ██% of adult female SCP-4297 population. Following three hours of prolonged fire, SCP-4297 responded from an auxiliary nesting grounds with small-arms fire. Ensuing firefight resulted in 2 Foundation casualties and 31 additional SCP-4297 deaths. SCP-4297 retreated at speed; Foundation assets unable to effectively recontain SCP-4297. Containment Proposal 4 Date: 25 Mar 1949 Estimated Population: 360 Name: Researcher Cavanaugh DENIED Proposed Containment Routinely culling SCP-4297 population with sniper fire. Containment Results/Notes SCP-4297 creates weapons to maintain parity with its attackers. We can't afford to lose a team of sharpshooters. Request denied. - SCP-4297 Research Lead Moore Containment Proposal 11 Date: 14 May 1950 Estimated Population: 510 Name: Research Lead Moore APPROVED Proposed Containment Eliminate SCP-4297 colony using a combination of flamethrower tanks and aerial firebombing. Containment Results/Notes SCP-4297 deployed two anti-aircraft (AA) flak guns, forcing Foundation aircraft to return to base. Tanks were successful in eliminating SCP-4297-1 instances at a distance of 15 meters. Continuing forward through the burned SCP-4297 nesting grounds, one tank was destroyed in an explosion of unknown cause. Further investigation revealed several TM-44 anti-tank mines in the area. Casualties: ~340 SCP-4297, 4 Foundation. Containment Proposal 63 Date: 08 Dec 1997 Estimated Population: 1,810 Name: Deputy Site Director Kenny-Smith, Biological Site-91 DENIED Proposed Containment Eliminating SCP-4297 using avian memetic kill agent WILLOUGHBY'S BEAK12. Containment Results/Notes Denied. This could be successful, but if even one female is left alive, they could counterattack with an equally lethal meme. - Site Director Murloc Containment Proposal 78 Date: 12 May 2013 Estimated Population: 5,460 Name: Site Director Kenny-Smith, Biological Site-91 APPROVED13 Proposed Containment Develop a cognitohazardous agent causing SCP-4297 instances to be unable to perceive humans, preventing retaliation and allowing for easier SCP-4297 extermination. Utilize the aforementioned agent outside of hatching season to prevent retaliation. Containment Results/Notes Cognitohazardous agent DIGITAL BLACK successfully developed on 23 May 2013 and tested on captive SCP-4297 instances. Deployment of MTF Kappa-5 ("Pecking Order") and MTF Apollo-3 ("Game Wardens") has been approved for OPERATION INVISIBLE FACE, the deployment of DIGITAL BLACK and neutralization of SCP-4297. Addendum 4297-2: OPERATION INVISIBLE FACE After-Action Report ▼ Click to confirm credentials ▼ ▲ Hide Report ▲ On June 12, 2013, MTF Kappa-5 and MTF Apollo-3 were deployed as part of OPERATION INVISIBLE FACE. All agents were equipped with modified uniforms displaying cognitohazardous agent DIGITAL BLACK, as well as standard SCRAMBLE headsets to prevent self-exposure. Upon approach, MTF agents reported no signs of resistance or panic from the group of SCP-4297 instances. Command was issued to terminate all SCP-4297 present. SCP-4297 instances reacted with panic and confusion upon witnessing surrounding instances die, but after a moment, fled to the northwest, breaking through the line of MTF agents. MTF agents pursued the remaining SCP-4297 instances to the town of Morgan. Agents began to open fire until one of the female SCP-4297 instances [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED] by any personnel present. Due to escalating containment breach, O5 Command authorized (10-2-1) the use of ████ █████ ██ ████, thereby removing ███ ████ ███████ ██ █ ███ ████ ███ despite ██ █████ ███ █ █████ ████ ██ life. Agents Liddiard, Cherry, and Beat have been posthumously awarded the Foundation Star for their efforts. ▼ OPERATION INVISIBLE FACE DEBRIEF ▼ ▲ OPERATION INVISIBLE FACE DEBRIEF ▲ Interviewed: Agent Skinner, MTF Kappa-5 ("Pecking Order") Interviewer: Gen. MacKenzie, MTF Kappa-5 Gen. MacKenzie: Good afternoon, Agent Skinner. Agent Skinner: Good afternoon, General, sir. M: What the hell happened out there? S: Well, there's not much to tell that you don't know already. Cognitohazard worked fine, they couldn't see a thing until we started dropping them, that's about when they decided to get the hell outta Dodge. M: Right. S: We chased them to Morgan. You know, I actually saw it when it happened, you know, when that one dropped the [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED]. Actually had one of them in my sights, too. Sir. M: The 4297 or the [INFOHAZARD EXPUNGED]? S: One of the birds, sir. M: Your orders were to terminate the anomaly. Why didn't you shoot? S: Sir, have you ever worked on a farm? M: I don't see how that's relevant, but no. S: My father raised a lot of livestock when he got older. Usually he'd let me work with the smaller ones, the mothers seemed to get less defensive around me. So I grew up doing quite a bit of that. M: Agent, I'm not sure what your point is here. S: You know what I saw underneath that 4297 before shit went haywire? M: What? S: A little one. Couldn't have been more than a month or two old. M: And? S: What I'm saying is, I didn't want to shoot the mother. M: [pauses] M: Agent Skinner, you were ordered to go in there and destroy the enemy. That was your job on that day, that was the mission you were given. You weren't there to think in terms of men, women, or children. You were there for one reason, and that was destroying the enemy. S: The enemy? Who is the enemy? How can you distinguish between the emus and the skips? The good or the bad? All of them look the same. Revised containment procedures are currently under review. Footnotes 1. Class-B amnestics may also be administered as needed following longer engagements. 2. Large flightless birds native to Australia. 3. Using a combination of vocalizations and scratches using their feet. 4. Notably, any breeding pair containing at least one SCP-4297 parent will exclusively produce SCP-4297-1. 5. A mob is a group of emus. 6. Produced and consumed by SCP-4297 instances shortly after capture. 7. Following Incident 4297.24, the use of Thaumiel-class objects against SCP-4297 is forbidden without a majority O5 vote. 8. The anomalous nature of these emus was unknown at this time. 9. Analysis of the blast measures the payload at roughly 8 kT. 10. All agents have been posthumously awarded the Foundation Star for their efforts in containing SCP-4297. 11. Count is marginally accurate to within a ±100 margin of error 12. Developed as part of containment procedures for [DATA REDACTED]. 13. O5 vote: 7 for, 3 against, 3 abstain. |
SCP-4298 | euclid | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION - DOCUMENT RECOVERY DIVISION Under request of Project Director Dr. Romagnoli, the document previously classified as SCP-4298 has been placed as an attachment to the current document as it is deemed "relevant information." It is suggested for SCP-4298 research staff to read both documents. — Leonard Ichabod, Documents Recovery Engineer, RAISA SCP-4298 SCP-4298-N (decommisioned on 17/06/19██) Item #: SCP-4298 Level 2/4298 Classified SCP-4298-A as photographed in 19██ in Containment Sector-87. ✖ Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4298-A must be positioned in the middle of an appropriately sized containment cell. Only level 2 or higher foundation staff are allowed to enter SCP-4298-A when it is active, if given permission by the Project Director Dr. Romagnoli. No experiments are to be taken place without the supervision of the Project Director, Researcher Luciana Amati or Field Researcher Dr. Robin Texas Walker. Description: SCP-4298-A is the former door and doorframe of containment cell #546 in Containment sector-871 of Site-446 located in █████, Italy. The containment cell was used for what was formerly cataloged as SCP-4298, a Type-Green entity, neutralized after the 04/02/19██ breach via two gunshots to the cranium and declassified on 17/06/19██. SCP-4298's effect occurs between 3:32 and 3:33 PM, wherein it will unlock and open automatically. Attempts were made to keep SCP-4298 closed for one day without human interaction, resulting in total failure. Subjects cannot enter the door through the side facing the interior, instead, encountering a smooth, black wall of unknown material that prevents entry and observation into SCP-4298. An event can be stopped by closing the door and locking, or automatically when it is 3:33 PM local time. Autonomous drones are reported to stop working when nearby SCP-4298-A, but audio and camera equipment mounted on experimental subjects can pass through unaffected. When entered through the side facing chamber exit, the subject (referred hereby on as SCP-4298-B) will observe an exact duplicate of Site-446, identical in details, of the 04/02/19██ breach, including Foundation personnel (SCP-4298-C). All copies of personnel within SCP-4298-C will perceive the subject as the former SCP-4298 upon entrance. This will incite the staff to attack SCP-4298-B, although the subject displays resistance to this damage. During the time spent in SCP-4298-C, the subject will always kill five researchers and three security guards, in addition to injuring eight more security guards and destroying the site's cafeteria. These incidents occur either out of self-defense2 or through unintentional means, recreating the casualties, damages and events of the 04/02/19██ breach.3 45 minutes after the beginning of the event, SCP-4298-D, recognized as a replica of then Senior Security Officer Attila Szabó, will appear and shoot SCP-4298-B in the head twice, effectively "neutralizing" SCP-4298-B. No recorded case has ever outlasted the 45-minute limit, either dying preemptively or being caught by SCP-4298-D before the time limit. After being incapacitated within SCP-4298, SCP-4298-B will step out of SCP-4298-A, with one of the three events occurring: SCP-4298-B will have no recollection of the event. However, SCP-4298-B will report the sensation of being hunted or followed, lasting from 30 minutes to ten days. SCP-4298-B will retain all the memories and details of the event, including the layout of Site-446, faces of personnel, and actions taken during the event. SCP-4298-B will exhibit memories, personality traits, or abilities from SCP-4298-N, in which case the subject is to be terminated unless testing is permitted. Discovery: SCP-4298 was discovered 5 years after the breach after Dr. Annabella Milani was reported missing at 3:33 PM on date 17/04/████. Dr. Milani was reported to enter cell #546 to retrieve an object she had left there and was reported found at 4:18 PM outside cell #546, shaking in fear and paranoia, with difficulties in describing what happened. Interview logs with Dr. Milani initially suggested that SCP-4298 was the entire containment cell. The cell was cataloged as the anomaly until further testing concluded that the cell's door and door frame to be the cause of the anomaly. Addendum-4298-1: On 26/03/20██, knocks were heard from behind SCP-4298-A, along with a voice, asking in Italian "Is anybody there?". Is uncertain how the door was capable of emitting sounds of its own, as is not attached to any room. Object upgraded to Euclid Class in case a specimen of SCP-4298-C somehow breaches containment. Item #: SCP-4298-N Level 3/4298 Declassified Damage of Site-446 Cafeteria's kitchen by the breach. ✖ Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4298 has been considered neutralized after the 04/02/19██ containment breach. SCP-4298 is henceforth referred to as "SCP-4296-N". The document is set to be decommissioned on date 17/06/19██ by order of the O5 council. Former containment procedures of SCP-4298-N are listed below. Former Containment Procedures prior to the 04/02/19██ breach Access Granted Due to the nature of SCP-4298, special containment procedures are not needed. However, for safety precautions, at least two (2) Senior Security officers are to be located nearby cell #546 in Containment Sector-87 of Site-446, place where SCP-4298 is reported to be located. If any change happens to SCP-4298, it must be reported to Project Director Dr. ██████ to discuss further containment procedures. Description: SCP-4298-N was a 1.87 meter tall humanoid, androgynous figure with reality-bending abilities.4 Much of what the Foundation knew about SCP-4298-N prior to the 04/02/19██ breach was lost due to a fire created during SCP-4298-N's rampage. The majority of this document was compiled from recovered fragments of the document, eyewitness accounts, and expeditions into the current SCP-4298 and research into the alternate dimension's documentation of the entity. All of the information from the current SCP-4298 appears to not contradict the recovered information the Foundation has compiled so far. Thought to be what was inside Security Cell #546, SCP-4298 appears to have features similar to [REDACTED], is capable of complex speech mimicry to the point of mimicking existing Foundation personnel's voice, has limited chronal and spatial abilities5, ██████████ and, although being relatively physically human, has an enhanced resistance to blunt damage in all areas of the body except the cranium, which is abnormally soft, and often compared to the fontanels of an infant's skull. SCP-4298-N has been shown to exhibit extremely high intelligence, charisma, and very high hostility towards Foundation personnel. Termination: SCP-4298-N was terminated by Senior Security Officer Attila Szabó at 4:18 PM local time after a containment breach which lasted forty-five minutes and killed eight personnel, including Junior Researchers Killian Havendoll and Carolina Manini, Senior Researcher Pietro Gabbani, Researcher Assistant Yves LeBlanc-Gandolfi, Medical Researcher Dr. Annalisa Fiammini, and Senior Officers Anthony Ermani, Adamo Mastrosimone, and Daniele Celauro. Former description of SCP-4298 Access Granted SCP-4298 is an unspecified entity of unknown origins or containment procedures history that is located in Standard Humanoid Security Cell #546 in Containment Sector-87 of Site-446. SCP-4298 has been described to be an unspecified entity by thermal scanners, even if mounted video surveillance tools inside the cell haven’t been able to confirm the nature of the entity due to an internal malfunction. Attempts have been made to enter the cell, repair and retrieve the video surveillance equipment, encountering failure in the process of opening the door of the cell itself. SCP-4298 has been noted to produce multiple human noises such as speech in the English language, suggesting the subject or the subjects inside are humans or humanoid in nature. Voices do appear to be identical to the one of Assistant Researcher Dr. Romagnoli, Assistant Researcher Luciana Amati and an unidentified voice referred by the two other voices as Field Researcher Dr. Robin Texas Walker, all talking about opening the door of cell #546, despite attempts were done to open the door containing the entities. SCP-4298, due to the nature of the entity being unknown and the cell being unable to be opened, even for basic maintenance, cannot be given essential human treatment such as food or water. So far, no requests have been reported from the entity, besides. Interview Log 4298-4-6 Access Granted Interview Log 4298-4-6 Interviewed: Dr. Romagnoli Interviewer: Dr. Williams Notes: Assistant Researcher Dr. Romagnoli’s voice has been heard being produced by SCP-4298 while in containment, and has been a witness during SCP-4298’s containment breach, being one of the survivors after SCP-4298 destroyed Site-466’s cafeteria. The interview is translated from Italian. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Williams: Please, identify yourself for the sake of this interview, and state the current date. Dr. Romagnoli: My name’s Dr. M████ Romagnoli, and I am an Assistant Researcher of Site-446. Today's date is June 4th, 19██. Dr. Williams: Dr. Romagnoli, do you have any clue why SCP-4298 was imitating your voice as well as Dr. Amati’s voice? Have you been around cell #546 before the containment breach? Dr. Romagnoli: I honestly have no clue, nor any idea why SCP-4298 was imitating my voice, as I have never been in Containment Sector-87. Dr. ██████ and I are assigned to SCP-████, which is in Research Sector-21, pretty far from Containment Sector-87. I wasn’t even aware of the existence of SCP-4298 until the breach happened. I cannot even answer why, by what you tell, that thing was mimicking Dr. Amati's voice, I barely know that doctor. Dr. Williams: SCP-4298 was conversing alone calling another voice Dr. Robin Texas Walker. Do you have any relation with such person the entity was claiming to speak to? Dr. Romagnoli: I haven’t heard of anyone named that in my entire life. As I stated, I haven’t been to Containment Sector-87, nor I ever was near cell #546. Dr. ██████ always told me not to go to Containment Sector-87 alone, as it is not fit for new assistant researchers and Dr.[REDACTED] never went there. Dr. Williams: Is it true that you were in the cafeteria when the breach happened? What were you doing in the cafeteria? What do you remember about SCP-4298? Dr. Romagnoli: Well, I was taking a break along with Dr. ██████, as it was my birthday. Dr. Gandolfi was with me when that… thing entered the cafeteria. And I remember its look. How angry it looked, and was trying to say something, but all I understood were words like “stop shooting me” in an angry manner to the nearby Security Guard… I saw that thing just [DATA EXPUNGED] to Dr. Gandolfi. It was gruesome. I saw my friend Yves get eviscerated in front of me with my very eyes. I was hiding, but I saw him and the still-living Dr. Gandolfi both become immobilized. It was like Dr. Gandolfi saw a ghost, and the same feeling would have been what that thing experienced, seeing as both were immobile for a few seconds. After killing him, that thing moved away, I do not know where. Seeing the body of my closest friend lying on the ground, with his head detached from the rest of the body, in a burned, devastated cafeteria place where your birthday was happening, placed upon the table where I was sitting along with him was… I do not know how to describe it. Terrible? I have no idea. Dr. Williams: Do you remember how SCP-4298 looked like? Dr. Romagnoli: I do. I couldn't tell if it was a man or a woman, but it kind of reminded me of Dr. Milani, and its voice was in between a male one and a female one, even if very monotone. I cannot exactly remember its features correctly, but I can definitely say it was a- [DATA CORRUPTED] Dr. Williams: Thanks for your collaboration, and my condolences towards Dr. Leblanc-Gandolfi. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Note: Cell #546, along with Containment Sector-87, has been removed from site-446 since 19/08/2003 during improvements of the facility in order to get space for new offices, and subsequentially relocated to the new Containment Sector-87. The room where SCP-4298-N was originally located has been defined as non-anomalous. 2. In which SCP-4298-B displays enhanced strength and stamina. 3. Attempts were made to divert the path of events, always encountering failures. Test subjects who went inside SCP-4298-A and came out with result number 2 reported to not to be able to move on their own will, which contrasts with the first recorded event. 4. Information regarding the height of SCP-4298-N has been calculated by the recordings from Security Cameras when subject entered the cafeteria and was confronted with the late Dr. Yves LeBlanc-Gandolfi. Height is to be considered an approximation. The gender of SCP-4298 is still currently unknown. 5. such as creating non-Euclidean space, dilating relative time in a certain radius, creating time loops, creating pocket dimensions, and extended lifespan. |
SCP-4299 | euclid | SCP-4299 (circa 2015) Item #: SCP-4299 Special Containment Procedures: A greenhouse has been constructed around the garden occupied by SCP-4299 and a 50m2 area surrounding the structure has been blocked from civilian access. General maintenance of the garden and the greenhouse are to be carried out as needed by specially trained Level-2 Personnel. SCP-4299-1 instances are to be monitored until a Bloom Event occurs. Individuals affected by Bloom Events are to be immediately secured and amnestics are to be administered to any witnesses. Description: SCP-4299 is a sapient pink rose located in a small rose garden in Domfront, France. It is capable of verbal communication, producing speech from its stigma, and its petals move as if to imitate a mouth when it speaks. SCP-4299 is also able to move its stem to face the subjects it is interacting with and uses the leaves along its length as hands. SCP-4299 is highly conversational and will interact with any subjects which approach it. Removing SCP-4299 from its location will result in the rose in which the entity formerly manifested in becoming non-anomalous. SCP-4299 will then manifest again in another rose within the garden. Subjects which interact with SCP-4299 for the length of a conversation experience lowered blood pressure, relaxation of nerves, and a sensation often described as 'soothing.' At the end of a conversation with SCP-4299, it will offer the subject interacting with it one of its petals. Should subjects accept SCP-4299's offer and consume the offered petal, they will become an instance of SCP-4299-1. Regardless of whether its offer was accepted or denied, SCP-4299 will refuse to engage in further communication with the subject. In instances of SCP-4299-1, the effects of interacting with SCP-4299 are permanent, persisting through the administration of amnestics. SCP-4299-1 instances will also report a higher than average level of happiness and will not suffer from negative mood disorders such as depression, anxiety, etc. SCP-4299 also appears to have a secondary anomalous effect of being able to change the writing found on paper. (See Incident.1223.) Bloom Events: Bloom Events occur upon the expiration of an instance of SCP-4299-1, regardless of cause. Naturally occurring Bloom Events typically occur in SCP-4299-1 instances of old age (usually septuagenarian or octogenarian)1 and will take place in their home or similar places of comfort. The subject will enter a state of rest and fall asleep for upwards of an hour before ceasing all life functions. Upon expiration, the remaining corpse will demanifest and be replaced with pink rose petals. Petals created by Bloom Events are non-anomalous. Addendum 4299.1: Experiment Log + Show Experiment 4299-1 - Close Document EXPERIMENT-4299-1: Foreword: Subject D-5341 was selected for the experiment due to a background of severe depression. D-5341 was introduced into SCP-4299 to test the immediate effects of the anomaly. D-5341 was outfitted with a radio transmitter as well as a body camera. The following is an audio transcript of D-5341 interacting with SCP-4299. <BEGIN LOG> D-5341: Alright, I'm ready to go. Dr. Carter: Please walk around the garden. Do not touch the lapel microphone or any roses unless prompted by SCP-4299. You are to inquire upon its origin and engage it in conversation. Keep it talking as long as you can. D-5341: Alright, Doc. D-5341 rounds the garden, looking around and pausing before the fountain. He looks in, then approaches a rosebush. SCP-4299: Bonjour, jeune homme! N'est-ce pas une belle journée?2 (D-5341 jumps.) D-5341: It's a fucking talking rose. SCP-4299: Oh, l'anglais? Ça fait un moment mais je suppose que je peux essayer…3 Please, take a seat! D-5341 takes a seat on the ground before SCP-4299. D-5341: …Okay. This is officially the weirdest thing that has ever happened to me. SCP-4299: I'm sure it can be a tad strange, but I promise you the weirdest things in life are usually the ones you won't forget! D-5341: Uh…yeah. SCP-4299: I'm sure you must be a little co- Oh, goodness where are my manners! I am the Queen of Roses, my dear. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance! (SCP-4299 mimics a curtsy.) D-5341: …huh. SCP-4299: Why so stiff? Je ne mords pas!4 D-5341: I uh… I know it isn't my business, but could you please tell me how you became the way you are? Or at least how you can, uh…talk? SCP-4299: I'm not sure what you mean by that. I've been watching over the roses for as long as I can remember. That's what makes me happy, and that's honestly all I could ask for. D-5341: I see… Um… could you maybe explain a little more about that? Like, what it is you do exactly? SCP-4299: My boy, you are a guest in my lovely garden, and we take turns here! I'd like to ask you a question too. How did you become the way you are? D-5341: That isn't exactly something that I'm willing to go into. It's a bit of a sensitive topic. SCP-4299: We all have some skeletons in our closet, non? Perhaps it would help you if you talked about it a bit? I'm open ears! (D-5341 sighs.) D-5341: Okay, I get, I get it… I mean… I'm already this deep in, so I guess whatever I say doesn't matter… I did something that I regret. I made some decisions that I really shouldn't have. When I was in my teen years, I became friends with some shady people. Whenever I was around them, I would feel like I was someone, you know? I did anything to get their attention and to be accepted by them… And they just started asking me to do more and more and… I killed someone. I killed someone and I got caught, and I regret it. Not because I got caught, but… because I was so stupid to let myself get strung along so far! (D-5341 begins to choke up.) SCP-4299: Darling, you're too hooked on the past. "Qui n’avance pas, recule, oui?"5 On the outside, your experiences have made you think that you don't belong anywhere. But I can see inside of you. You have a heart longing for joy, but you do not let yourself move ahead. You don't have to forgive yourself right now, but you never will unless you start doing something! D-5341: Gosh… I… I guess you're right. Man, I feel good right now…Why am I feeling like this? SCP-4299: It's because you finally let go of your chains, you silly boy. Talking about your ails is the first step in becoming well. (D-5341 sniffles.) D-5341: God… I… I'm… so glad I could talk to you… (D-5341 continues to weep. SCP-4299 leans forward towards the subject and caresses his leg with its leaf.) SCP-4299: Shh, it's okay young one, let it all out. The happiness you are feeling at this very moment is beautiful, is it not? D-5341: Y-yeah, it is… SCP-4299: Well, let me tell you something, dear. (SCP-4299 reaches for its petals, producing one and offering it to D-5341.) If you take this leaf and make it into a tea and drink it, you will be able to feel the joy you're feeling right now for as long as you want. (D-5341 takes the petal and is silent for a moment.) SCP-4299: What do you say, dear? Will you join me in seeing life in pink? <END LOG> Result: D-5341 exited the garden and asked for the necessary tools to make tea. They were permitted to accept SCP-4299's offer and become an instance of SCP-4299-1. In the following weeks, D-5341 displayed a notable shift in attitude and disposition. An appointment with the Site-55 psychiatrist was scheduled two months following Experiment 4299-1. Dr. May noted D-5341 did not display any traits typical of clinical depression and the subject reported to be content. Recovery Log: The first anomalous instance regarding SCP-4299 was recorded on June 15th, 2015 after several eye-witness reports of a woman 'erupting into petals' were investigated. Mobile Task Force Pi-16 (Hedgeclippers) was dispatched to investigate the garden. The following transcription is of a letter recovered nearby the estimated location of the incident. Forensic analysis of the document identified the author as a 73-year-old woman named Mia Rosamonde. A cover story was created stating Rosamonde passed away due to cardiac arrest. Class-A amnestics were administered to witnesses of the event. Maria, You've grown up so much over the years. Gosh, I loved watching you grow into such a beautiful woman. Remember that one time when you were 5 when we went and ate an entire cake together? Then you fell asleep on my shoulder, and I carried you to your bedroom. I remember when I was just a girl, your grandmother used to sing me such a beautiful song. I believe it was called "La Vie en Rose"6. I wish I could hear her sing it again. I would say that I've lived my life in pink, everything has always been so beautiful to me ever since I first visited this garden as a little girl. I know it seems scary you're losing your other parent, but I want you to understand that the experiences we shared will never go away. I love you so much, Maria. Inside of this envelope, I'm leaving you a pink rose I picked from this garden. I made sure to find the prettiest one just for you. Hold onto this rose for me when it dries up, okay? Love, Mom Research into Rosamonde's family record revealed a daughter by the name 'Maria' who passed away on September 15th, 2012. There are currently no living relatives remaining from the family. MTF Pi-16 agent Craig Hart was the first to locate and interact with SCP-4299. Hart refused SCP-4299's offer as per mission control's orders. Addendum 4299.2: On June 25th, 2015, Dr. Carter was assigned as the primary researcher of SCP-4299. Below is a transcript of the first interview session. + Show Interview Transcript - Hide Interview Transcript <BEGIN LOG> Dr. Carter: Hello, SCP-4299. My name is Dr. Carter. I've been assigned as your caretaker from here on out. SCP-4299: Bonjour, Carter! Isn't it a lovely evening? Dr. Carter: Yes, I suppose it is. SCP-4299: Well, don't just stand there monsieur, take a seat where I can see you face to face. (Dr. Carter sits on the ground nearby SCP-4299.) Dr. Carter: Since you failed to answer this question for the D-Class we sent in a week ago, I'm going to have to ask this question myself. What is your motivation? SCP-4299: Oui, it is really quite the tale! (SCP-4299 giggles to itself.) Dr. Carter: Will you please tell me? SCP-4299: How about this, Carter. If you let me ask you a question, then maybe I'll answer yours? Dr. Carter: I'm not here to have a conversation with you SCP-4299. I'm here to ask you several questions so we could possibly learn more in regard to- SCP-4299: You're speaking with me right now, oui? Does that not mean you are here to have a conversation with me? Dr. Carter: I suppose it does. SCP-4299: Well, if we're both speaking to each other, why shouldn't we have a friendly chat? Dr. Carter: Just answer the question. SCP-4299: The best way I can answer that is with another question. You do value happiness, yes Carter? Dr. Carter: I value your cooperation in- SCP-4299: Slow down, dear. I just want an honest response. (Dr. Carter can be heard taking a deep breath.) Dr. Carter: Yes, I do value happiness. SCP-4299: That is why I do what I can to make others happy. True happiness comes from giving to others, I've always lived my life in such a manner. Dr. Carter: You realize that by giving your 'happiness' away, you're just harming yourself physically? Your petals are a part of you SCP-4299. SCP-4299: You see, that is your problem, honey. I gave you an answer, yet you're far too wrapped up in your work so you hardly interact with anyone who wants to be friendly toward you. Dr. Carter: What? No, I- SCP-4299: Don't you see? You're doing it right now silly! Loosen it up a tad. “Vous voulez ce que vous avez et vous aurez ce que vous voulez”.7 I can see it in you, darling. You want love, but what you fail to realize is that you already have it. (Dr. Carter provides no response.) SCP-4299: Well, here is the first step in what you can do to change that. (SCP-4299 plucks one of its petals and hands it to Dr. Carter.) SCP-4299: If you go and make this petal into a tea, I can promise you that you will learn how to see life in pink. (Dr. Carter stares at the petal for a minute before speaking.) Dr. Carter: … No. I'm sorry, but I have to refuse. SCP-4299: Well then. To each their own, I suppose. Au revoir, Dr. Carter. <END LOG> Following the interview, SCP-4299 refused to speak with Dr. Carter any further. It was decided that in order to continue researching SCP-4299, separate interviewers would be required in order to gain more information on SCP-4299's anomalous abilities. Addendum 4299.3: SCP-4299 was observed as wilting on July 26th, 2018. The entity's condition was closely monitored over a month-long period during which SCP-4299 shed most of its petals and looked sickly in appearance. Jr. Researcher Benjiro was instructed to enter the garden and approach SCP-4299 to investigate as a surrogate for Dr. Carter. + Show Interview Transcript - Hide Interview Transcript <BEGIN LOG> Benjiro: Hello? Are you SCP-4299? SCP-4299: (Faintly) Yes, I suppose I am, but that isn't my real name. That's just what the people that visit me call me, ha… SCP-4299: Mademoiselle, if you're here to try and learn how to see life in pink, I'm afraid I just can't help you. I don't know if I have it in me anymore… Benjiro: Yes, well, my name is Madison Benjiro, I'm currently only a junior researcher so you don't have to call me Doctor or anything. I'm here to ask you a few questions today. (Jr. Researcher Benjiro pulls out a sheet of questions from her right pocket.) SCP-4299: Oh… more questions. That's what all of them say… Benjiro: I heard that you speak French as your first language. I'm not so sure how many researchers offer you this, but I know how to speak a little bit if it's easier for you? SCP-4299: No dear, English is just fine for me. I don't want to cause you to stutter. Benjiro: Okay, English it is then. First question, why are you wilted? Is something bothering you? SCP-4299: Well… there is something that is bothering me. It seems as though nobody ever comes to me for help anymore. It's just… saddening. The people that come to me have all been very kind to me, but they just won't let me help them. I haven't been able to help a single person in 3 years… Benjiro: Well, why should you have to worry about that? You don't have any stresses in your life, so why should you feel be feeling upset? SCP-4299: Why? It breaks my heart, Mademoiselle. These people that visit me now… all of them have troubles. Every time I've tried to help them, they've always just denied me… I don't understand what it is that I've done wrong. I want to say that I've been able to help them to an extent, but… (SCP-4299 begins what is presumed to be its way of sobbing.) Benjiro: Oh, come on, please don't cry. (SCP-4299 begins sobbing louder.) Benjiro: Hey, come on now, calm down. You're okay. (SCP-4299 calms down, Jr. Researcher Benjiro kneels down on one knee next to SCP-4299. Jr. Researcher Benjiro folds up the questions sheet and places it inside her right pocket.) Benjiro: I understand what you're feeling, okay? I've been working for the Foundation for a little under a year, these researchers can be cold. You can't let them get under your skin, okay? SCP-4299: (Sniffling between words) Miss Benjiro… if I can't make people happy, then what is my purpose? Benjiro: Well… when I was younger my mother told me once that your happiness can't be handed out to others; you need to start with your own happiness first. I think it's okay to talk and help other people, but if it starts affecting you physically or mentally then I think you need to consider taking a step back. There usually isn't an easy solution to every problem. SCP-4299: Oh… okay… I'll have to think about this… Benjiro: Now then, could you straighten your stem a bit? I want to look at you clearly. (SCP-4299 straightens its stem and begins to face Jr. Researcher Benjiro.) Benjiro: See? There you go, that's a step up from what you looked like a minute ago. Now then, let's answer some questions, alright? (SCP-4299 nods.) <END LOG> Incident 1223: Three weeks following Interview 4299.3, all the roses in SCP-4299's garden had spontaneously erupted into petals, including SCP-4299. 24 hours subsequent to the incident, the document initially recovered upon the discovery of SCP-4299 anomalously changed to have a new message on the back side of the paper. Said document has been transcribed below. + Show Document - Hide Document I believe I finally understand. Happiness doesn't come from giving all of your joy to others, but rather learning to find the peace within yourself; that is truly La Vie en Rose. C'est La Vie! SCP-4299 will be reclassified as 'Neutralized' following the expiration of all remaining SCP-4299-1 instances. There are currently 19 12 SCP-4299-1 instances under Foundation surveillance. Footnotes 1. Between the ages 70 and 89. 2. Translation: Good morning, young man! Isn't it a beautiful day? 3. Translation: Oh, English? It's been a while but I suppose I can try… 4. Translation: I don't bite! 5. French proverb; "Who does not move forward, recedes" 6. A song written and performed by Edith Piaf. 7. French Proverb: “Want what you have and you'll have what you want" |
SCP-4300 | safe | A chapel in Dzibilchaltun, believed to have been damaged by entities associated with SCP-4300 Item #: SCP-4300 Special Containment Procedures: The area around SCP-4300 has been disguised as an archaeological dig site, and is to be monitored by an approved Foundation security contractor. Persons attempting to breach the containment area are to be detained and questioned before release. Description: SCP-4300 is the mummified corpse of Cristóbal Bazán, who was killed by one or more hostile ontokinetic entities on January 21, 1610 in the town of Dzibilchaltun, Yucatán, Mexico. SCP-4300 lies at the center of a two-meter-radius crater on the outskirts of the town, and has proven resistant to all efforts to move or damage it. Pickaxes, drills, and explosives have failed to puncture or damage SCP-4300, and it has resisted up to 900 kilonewtons of lateral force. Owing to its low containment priority and minimal risk of breach, no further attempts to move or damage SCP-4300 are scheduled at this time. Additionally, SCP-4300 maintains a consistent temperature of 38 degrees Celsius, regardless of local air temperature. At the time of his death, Cristóbal Bazán was the slave of Regidor Juan Carlos de Palencia, and is believed to have been killed while contacting one or more hostile ontokinetic entities as part of an escape attempt. Recovered fragments from Bazán's personal journal, and other accounts from citizens of Dzibilchaltun, have been transcribed and translated below by Dr. Costanza Dias de Mérida. Journal of Cristóbal Bazán, 1/10/1610 Blessed Mary, Mother of God, please have mercy on my body and my soul. Señor de Palencia beat me again today, worse than any beating I have yet received in my long life in New Spain. He began with his fists, then used the lash once his fists grew tired. He rent my flesh with it, and with each blow I swore on Your name that the pain could not become more intense. He beat me until I thought I would die, but my wretched body clung to life all the same. He beat me until I could not move, and left me there to bleed in the dust until Catalina came to drag my lifeless body back to our cabin. Would that she had not returned to me, and let the flies consume me. That would have been a fate preferable to mine. After dinner, as I was preparing to go to bed, Luis the farmhand stumbled through my door. I could tell by the bruises on his head and neck that Señor had not stopped with me. I bade him sit beside me, and he spoke in hushed tones of a friend he knew from Córdoba who had managed to escape his master. Luis told me that if Señor ever beat me like that again, there were words I could say that would grant me a brief freedom from his wrath. Reniego de dios. I almost struck him then and there. Denounce God! If my body had not been weak with pain, I would have left the house. Luis saw my anger, and explained. If I said those cursed words, I would be committing blasphemy. A crime against God, but also against the Church. I would be hauled before the Inquisition, a full day's ride away from my home in Dzibilchaltun. A blessed respite! And, Luis said, if I convinced them that Señor's abuse would damn my soul by forcing me to truly denounce God, they could transfer me to another master. Freedom! Relief! And all I had to do was publicly blaspheme my blessed Savior. The choice sits in my breast like an iron weight. For His sake, may I never again suffer such cruelty. May God grant me the strength to bear my beatings with courage. Journal of Cristóbal Bazán, 1/12/1610 Holy Mary, protector of the innocent, forgive my soul for what I have done. I promised myself I would never succumb. For You, Mary, I held my wretched tongue through the lash and the whip. I told myself, as my wounds burned in the scorching sun, that I would sooner die than forsake Your name. But today, Señor's lash cut me deep. Today, Señor poured pitch in my wounds. My hands falter, my ink spills. Today, as my veins ran red with fire and tar, I cried out those cursed words that I shall not deign to write again for fear of eternal damnation. May God strike me down for what I have done. But Luis was right. I have been taken to Mérida, where I stand trial for blasphemy against God. My cell is cold. My wounds ache, and my heart aches more for my Catalina. But for now, I am free from Señor and his wrath. For a few blessed days, my body can rest. May God have mercy on my sinful soul. May His grace enfold me. Journal of Cristóbal Bazán, 1/14/1610 Loving Mary, guardian of the faithful, pray for me. I begged the Inquisitors not to send me back. I told them that my master's wrath was so powerful that it would make any Christian denounce his faith in God. My body will heal, I said, but my soul might be doomed forever. All the while, I told myself that I would come back for my Catalina, that I would not be deserting her for good. That was a damned lie. Perhaps I am lucky that they denied me. I am to spend a day praying for mercy at the cathedral here, and then I am to return. To Señor, to the lash and the chain and the fields, but also to my Catalina. Perhaps I can stay for her. Someone is coming. An Inquisitor. Pablo Dias de Mérida. I knew not what he wanted with me. He entered my cell just as I was hiding my journal, and I was sure he had seen me. But he came and knelt before me. He looked into my eyes and begged for my forgiveness. When he was young, he loved a mulatta, a young woman with rich brown skin like mine, and she had been killed for it. She had been beaten and tormented just as I had, but her fragile body could not bear it. He told me that my testimony had taken him back to that awful moment in the fields outside Villahermosa where his love was martyred, and that he saw in my eyes the same agony he had seen in hers. He stood silently for a long while, then reached into his robe and produced a small, tattered journal. He said it had been confiscated from a witch in Campeche, and that he was entrusting me with the power it contained. He told me that in my hour of greatest need, it would grant me my freedom. He told me that he knew I had the courage to do what had to be done. The journal is empty, save for a list of materials and a short poem.1 I assume I am to gather the materials and recite the incantation. This does not sit well with me. Witchcraft is itself a form of blasphemy. I shudder at the thought. I will keep the journal. If nothing else, I cannot leave it in my cell. Journal of Cristóbal Bazán, 1/15/1610 Señor de Palencia is afraid of me now. I left my cabin late this evening to see him beating one of the stable-boys, a zambo by the name of Miguel. He was using a horse-whip to tear into his skin. The boy couldn't have been older than ten. He did not break eye contact with me as he brought the lash down. I have brought the boy back to my cabin. Catalina is pouring soup down his throat. Truly, she is an angel come to Earth. I remember the first time Catalina nursed me back to health. We must have been fifteen. I had fallen asleep in the hayloft, and Señor's father had cut my back into ribbons as punishment. She fed me soup from a gourd and washed my wounds with clean water. Señor brought her back to his house later that night, and I slept the most comfortable sleep of my short life, belly full of soup and heart full of love. I will never know the torments Catalina suffered at Señor's hands as I slumbered in her cabin. I have no doubt that she knew mine ten times over. I returned to the site of the beating and collected a bloody scrap of fabric from the boy's clothes. It is the first item on the Inquisitor's list. If Señor thinks this will scare me, he is wrong. Miguel is brave, and he will be well soon. Journal of Cristóbal Bazán, 1/18/1610 Blood of the broken, taken from the boy last week. Flesh of the weak. One of Señor's hunting dogs has grown ill. I have retrieved its paw. Stupid cur. Teeth of the faithful. I know not where to get these. Heart of the cruel. I will save this until I need it most. The pitch hardly burns anymore. My skin has been seared to the texture of bark. My flesh crawls with the scars of my torment. I have experienced pain beyond pain, suffering beyond suffering, fear beyond fear. I read the witch's journal every night and picture the darkness within it. With every lash, my temptation grows stronger. Merciful Mary, blessed among women, grant me the strength to keep my faith. May I never denouce Your name through the wretched sin of witchcraft. If I should stoop so low as to defile You through this most detestable act, may my soul forever be damned. Journal of Cristóbal Bazán, 1/20/1610 In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, and in the name of the Virgin Mary, I pray. Protect us from the wrath of our masters. Heal Miguel's body, and Catalina's soul. Grant Luis the wisdom to know when to hold his tongue around Señor, and grant me the will to protect them all from harm. I know that in my weakness I am unworthy of You, O God, and I know that only in Your infinite grace am I saved. Glory to You, and to Christ, and to the Holy Spirit, and to the blessed Virgin Mary, forever and ever. Excerpt from the Inquisition of Catalina Rodríguez, 1/24/1610 …Señor had beaten him bloody, torn his flesh with the whip as I had seen him do so many countless times before. Cristóbal was on the ground, face-down, and Señor picked him up by the hair. He bade one of the boys fetch him a hot poker from the fire, and he pried my Cristóbal's mouth open, and he thrust the poker through his teeth. I heard the hiss of Cristóbal's flesh, and his screams, and Señor's heavy breathing, and I still hear them now, as sure as I am standing before you. I tell you now I have never seen such wanton cruelty. My Cristóbal… Señor ripped the poker out from his mouth, and Cristóbal's front teeth scattered in the dirt, and I was sure he would die. I was sure Señor would strike him over the head with the poker, and he would die. But Cristóbal, my Cristóbal, reached into his belt, and pulled out a small object wrapped in a bloody cloth. He scrambled to pick up the fragments of his teeth that were strewn about the dirt, and he clutched them to his breast as blood poured from his mouth. He whispered something… I know not what. And I saw his eyes. They were not the eyes of my Cristóbal, Inquisitor. He whispered a few short words through his bloody mouth and broken teeth, and I felt the air around me grow cold. I rushed over to Cristóbal and grabbed him by the shoulders, begging him to stop whatever he was doing, to come back to me. Then I noticed Señor. He had fallen to the ground, clutching his breast. I saw his veins turn black, his eyes bulge. He opened his mouth to scream, and a thick cloud of black smoke poured from it. All this time I was begging at the lap of my Cristóbal to stop this madness, to denounce whatever evil he had beckoned into the world. But Cristóbal was silent. He did not acknowledge me. And by that point, it was too late. Excerpt from the Inquisition of Luis Pérez, 1/23/1610 The demon—I call it that, for it can only have been such—stood about three meters high. Its body was black as night, and its flesh rippled and shone like water. It seemed to pour out of Señor de Palencia's mouth like a plume of smoke. I almost felt bad. In the center of the rippling body, there was an eye—a single eye, easily the size of a small child, scanning and staring and beaming out at the landscape around us. I felt my every muscle freeze, though I must have been sixty meters away. I have never felt such terror. The air was colder than ice. I swear to you, Cristó summoned the devil that day. Whatever that thing was… I know it was the devil himself. And I know who I thank for the fact that I am alive to tell it. Excerpt from the Inquisition of Catalina Rodríguez, 1/24/1610 That was when the thing began to speak. I did not hear it with my ears, but with my heart. And it spoke no words; the beast spoke truest terror into my very soul. But it was not speaking to me. It was speaking to my Cristóbal. It told him of vengeance, Inquisitor. Unfathomable vengeance. Vengeance for every lash, every beating, every act of brutality, not just against Cristóbal but against every mulatto in New Spain. It promised him vengeance a hundredfold, a thousandfold, unending vengeance for every man, woman, and child Señor and his kind had hurt. And I saw in Cristóbal's eyes the pain he had suffered. I saw that it was not just his pain, but my pain, and Miguel's pain, and the pain of every slave in every colony in the New World. And all he had to do was surrender. All he had to do was lose his soul, and the pain would be gone. Excerpt from the Inquisition of Luis Pérez, 1/23/1610 And the images in my mind—of whips, and beatings, and fire, and revenge—kept coming. I'm no stranger to that, mind you, but my head was starting to spin. I could hear some of the children screaming over by the farmhouse, and that was when I saw her. Above the demon, wreathed in light, a woman, arms outstretched and eyes closed in prayer. She had on a simple robe, and her face betrayed no fear. Everyone else saw her, too, shining above the abomination with perfect serenity. The Virgin Mary. Blessed Mary, Mother of God! If I had been able to move, I would have fallen to my knees in reverence, your honor. Here, in the middle of this violence and death and darkness, none other than She was able to intercede. None other than She could have saved us that day. Excerpt from the Inquisition of Catalina Rodríguez, 1/24/1610 Suddenly, the pictures faded. The Virgin Mary appeared before us, and the death and fear and vengeance gave way in Her presence. I was blinded by Her light, and saw in its infinite wonder the gates of Heaven. And a choir of angels rang out in the light, and they sang: Bienaventurados los pobres en espíritu, pues de ellos es el reino de los cielos. Bienaventurados los que lloran, pues ellos serán consolados. Bienaventurados los humildes, pues ellos heredarán la tierra. Bienaventurados los que tienen hambre y sed de justicia, pues ellos serán saciados. Bienaventurados los misericordiosos, pues ellos recibirán misericordia. Bienaventurados los de limpio corazón, pues ellos verán a Dios. Bienaventurados los que procuran la paz, pues ellos serán llamados hijos de Dios. And I looked into the eyes of my Cristóbal, and I saw that he had heard them too. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. I saw him rise up from the dirt and make the sign of the cross with his fingers, and I heard the demon roar. It struck him like a serpent, and its watery flesh enveloped his body, and then there was a blinding flash of light. And my Cristóbal was no more. Thanks be to God, for I know his soul is in heaven. I know he is with God now, and I know that we were saved through the mercy of Christ in him. Please, I am tired. Give me a drink and let me rest. Excerpt from the Inquisition of Luis Pérez, 1/23/1610 We wrapped his body in cloth and said his last rites. Diego de Palencia is our master now. He is nothing like his father—but give him time. We no longer speak of what happened that day outside the farmhouse. But we will speak of Cristó, now and forever. We will speak of his final act of mercy. We know that no cruelty can last. Bienaventurados aquellos que han sido perseguidos por causa de la justicia, pues de ellos es el reino de los cielos. Amen. Footnotes 1. No journal matching this description has been recovered. |
SCP-4301 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4301 Open Outdated Containment Procedures ... Special Containment Procedures (Outdated): SCP-4301 is currently considered a high-risk breach of VEIL Protocol due to possible spontaneous materialization in public areas. Operatives belonging to MTF Phi-3 ('Photobombers') are assigned with the task of containing SCP-4301 and transferring it to the Site-75 Humanoid Containment Wing, where it is to be contained in a standard Humanoid Containment Cell and guarded by at least 2 Site-75 guards. As SCP-4301's true purpose is still not known to the Foundation, MTF Phi-3 operatives are to exercise caution when attempting to capture and contain SCP-4301. Special Containment Procedures (Updated): SCP-4301’s current status is unknown. All personnel are to closely monitor Dr. Gilles for any future manifestations of SCP-4301. Should any future manifestations of SCP-4301 display signs of hostility towards Dr. Gilles or any other Foundation personnel, priority must be given for the immediate capture and containment of SCP-4301. Description: SCP-4301 is a 1.72 m male humanoid closely linked to Dr. Laura Gilles, the head researcher of Site-75. While the reason as to why SCP-4301 is only linked to Dr. Gilles is still not known, Dr. Gilles has stated that the humanoid resembles Timothy Gilles, her husband who had vanished in Nevada in 1987. SCP-4301 is normally incorporeal, and will only materialise if a picture is taken of Dr. Gilles using a camera, phone, or another photo-capturing device. SCP-4301 will materialise behind, beside, or in front of Dr. Gilles, and will subsequently dematerialise approximately 5 seconds after the taking of the picture. SCP-4301 will then subsequently appear in the taken pictures (designated as instances of SCP-4301-1) with Dr. Gilles. While instances of SCP-4301-1 commonly display SCP-4301 making a pose, SCP-4301 also has the capability of altering SCP-4301-1 depending on the pose Dr. Gilles makes, or the other objects in the original picture. Alterations can include changes to SCP-4301-1's background, setting, inserted filter, and Dr. Gilles' actions. Addendum 4301-1: Notable instances of SCP-4301-1 INSTANCE 3: Location in original photograph: Site-75 Cafeteria Time: 1945 hours Dr. Gilles' photographed activity: Smiling and sitting down on a cafeteria chair in front of a plate of food. Altered Result: No change in setting or Dr. Gilles' photographed activity. However, SCP-4301 is standing behind Dr. Gilles, smiling and waving at the camera. INSTANCE 21: Location in original photograph: Site-75 Corridor Time: 1235 hours Dr. Gilles' photographed activity: Making a finger gun pose. Altered Result: Setting altered to an old Western setting. Dr. Gilles and SCP-4301 stand in positions similar to that of a shootout. INSTANCE 34: Location in original photograph: Foundation Space Observation Gallery Time: 1023 hours Dr. Gilles' photographed activity: Posing in front of a model of the Foundation Shuttle. Altered Result: Setting altered to a setting of an unknown planet. Dr. Gilles and SCP-4301 pictured attempting to plant a Foundation flag. INSTANCE 41: Location in original photograph: Dr. Gilles' Room, Site-75 Time: 2112 hours Dr. Gilles' photographed activity: Smiling and holding a cupcake with a lit birthday candle. Altered Result: No change in setting or Dr. Gilles' photographed activity. However, the words 'Happy Birthday, Gilles!' are printed on the top left corner of the SCP-4301-1 instance. Open 'Interview 4301-A' file ... Interviewed: Dr. Laura Gilles Interviewer: Dr. Hubert King, Site-75 On-Site Psychologist Foreword: The interview was conducted at the personal request of Dr. Gilles. <Begin Log, 1634 hours> HK: Let's begin then. Dr. Gilles, you mentioned in your psychiatric session application form that you have been 'followed' by an unnatural entity that only appears in your photos. LG: That is true. The Foundation has classified the entity as an anomaly, and we are trying to capture it as of now. HK: So what seems to be the problem? LG: The entity looks like someone I know personally. My husband, in fact. HK: I see. And seeing him makes you uncomfortable? LG: More than that. It's like seeing someone again after a few years of separation from one another. You're happy to see them again, but you're not sure how much of the old 'them' is still in them. I had wished, prayed for his reappearance ever since he disappeared. Now that he has come back, I'm surprised and terrified at the same time. I wanted him to be by my side again after all these years, but instead, he only comes back when I take pictures of myself and disappears shortly after. I can't get a chance to talk to him, and that frustrates me. HK: But despite all that, you still love him? LG: Yes. That's why I'm trying to reach him, or at least the thing that acts like him. That's why I'm trying to capture it. HK: But, since the entity who looks like your husband doesn't talk to you when he appears, could it be that he just chooses not to talk to you? LG: Does it matter? HK: It matters a whole lot. If you're trying to reach him, or it, you must understand his decision and why he chooses to only do what he is doing. You can't force him to talk to you. That's just not how trust works. You need to trust that he will be by your side, and he needs to trust you too. If there is no trust, there will be no happiness for both you and him. LG: No. If I know him, he always trusts me to do the right thing, and capturing him is still the priority here. HK: I see. Good luck, then. LG: Thank you, doctor. <End Log, 1657 hours> Open 'Foundation Anomaly Containment Attempt 4301-Echo' file ... Foundation Anomaly Containment Attempt 4301-Echo: Personnel Involved: 6 MTF Phi-3 operatives, Dr. Laura Gilles Date and Time of Attempt: 02/07/14, 1416 hours Location: Site-75 Cafeteria Attempt Summary: After SCP-4301 materialised, 6 MTF Phi-3 operatives attempted to capture it before it dematerialised using H-17 Humanoid Containment Cuffs and H-23 Humanoid Incapacitators. During the capture attempt, SCP-4301 violently resisted and injured 3 of the 6 operatives before subsequently dematerialising. It is not known whether it has suffered any injuries from the attempt. Results of Containment Attempt: Failure. INSTANCE 42: Location in original photograph: Dr. Gilles' Room, Site-75 Time: 1235 hours Dr. Gilles' photographed activity: Standing in the room. Altered Result: No change in setting or Dr. Gilles' photographed activity. However, SCP-4301 can be seen huddled at the corner of the room with visible wounds on its body. The word ‘Why?’ is printed in red at the top left corner of the instance. Addendum 1: This is the only instance that was modified by SCP-4301 after Foundation Anomaly Containment Attempt 4301-Echo. Following the taking of this instance, SCP-4301 has failed to appear in any more of Dr. Gilles' pictures. Addendum 2: It has been noted that this particular SCP-4301-1 instance induces a state of guilt over any personnel who view it. Note: I’m sorry, Tim. I’m really sorry. - Dr. Gilles ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4301" by DrMartens, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4301. 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-4302 | keter | Manifestation on 02/14/12 before construction of Site-812, taken from within the Camry Item #: SCP-4302 Special Containment Procedures: The container for SCP-4302 is located within Site-812. It is to be constructed out of plywood and polyurethane foam, and must measure exactly 35 meters by 70 meters. This is despite the fact that such a container already exists. The entire site is to be lined with Standard Xyank-Stevensohn Reversal Manifestors; SRAs have no effect. Three times a month, SCP-4302 has manifested. Under no circumstances are personnel to approach the container, as the exact location and nature of the force inside are poorly understood. Personnel may be putting themselves at an unnecessary risk both to themselves and the long-term containment of SCP-4302. Testing is to be done with remotely activated drones, who are then to be constructed in order to facilitate testing. No security cameras of any kind are allowed within Site-812, and no cameras of any kind are allowed within the 35 kilometer security perimeter surrounding Site-812. If in the event of personnel becoming a target, the Foundation as a whole should be prepared to have records changed or deleted. This is normal. Agents assigned are to investigate maternity wards worldwide for any personnel lost to SCP-4302, and offer any civilians affected A-class amnestics. Description: SCP-4302 is a phenomenon with an unclear chronology. Site-812 was a former technology park in Northeastern Iowa. Developer records at Sanderson, Lammeo, & Houtz Realty Inc. indicate a planned ground-breaking ceremony around 2020. Eyewitness accounts place the first manifestation of SCP-4302 precisely around June 2010. There have been no businesses in the development since 1980. SCP-4302 occurs three times a month, every month, during the full moon, and physically begins with the manifestation of a white 2007 Toyota Camry in the east parking lot. The Camry has no fuel. The headlights are illuminating a small pile of filmmaking equipment1, alongside two towels, a wooden chair, a Penn State University sweatshirt , a box of Nestle brand bottled water, and a tray of thirty-five assorted cookies. Notably, no cameras are present in the equipment. Next, patches of space across the technology park cease movement on the molecular level, with dimensions matching those of various cinematic aspect ratios. Following this, [DATA EXPUNGED] this marks the emergence of the [REDACTED] which is identical to a 'target', although all concrete evidence suggests that the individual in question was always there. It has been determined through rigorous testing that this is not actually SCP-4302 itself. Aside from being a theorized viewing system, what it actually is, is unknown. Once it locks on to the 'target' [REDACTED] initially happens before the symptoms progress, typically mimicking dementia, but not dementia itself. Subjects are unable to run, occasionally unable to see as it approaches. Imaging of the body during these events suggests the actual nerves within the eyes are severed through unknown means. This is consistent with visual identification of it. Age of corpse is several years before individual's birth. There is no memetic effect to SCP-4302. However, the sky above the event displays no stars. This effect is extant for 35km surrounding Site-812. Detail enlarged. [CONTEXT REDACTED] Researchers have determined that, although it cast a shadow, it was neither alive nor an object. [DATA EXPUNGED]. Civilian authorities have no evidence of any individual who could have committed such an act attending any university, nor making any purchases. Forensic paleontologists working concurrently in seventy-five regions have noted the evidence of a murder stretches as far back as the Cretaceous Period. The temporal effects of SCP-4302 make this identification difficult. The artifacts recovered from Mongolia and the Hell Creek Badlands indicate there never was any blood on the lens. Footnotes 1. Consisting of microphone, boom pole, lens case (containing two lenses, 35mm and 70mm), microphone case, cords, battery packs, and slate. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4302" by LordStonefish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4302. 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: ProductionAssistant.jpg, ProductionAssistant2.jpeg Author: LordStonefish License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-4303 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4303 Special Containment Procedures: One instance of SCP-4303 is contained within a storage locker onboard Mobile Site █, which must maintain a minimum velocity of 2 m/s. An active radio transmitter is to be placed within the storage locker, and any deviation in signal requires a manual inspection by D-class personnel. Should alterations in local materials be identified, affected parts must be replaced and either disposed of or requisitioned for study using the attached protocol. Should a significant expansion of SCP-4303's effect occur, task force Beta 7 “Maz Hatters” is to be contacted for immediate retrieval and recontainment. Civilians surviving SCP-4303's field are to be administered class B amnestics and released, while areas subsumed by SCP-4303 are to be quarantined. Should neutralization of SCP-4303 be required, incineration via napalm has proven the most effective method. Description: SCP-4303 resembles a specimen of Rosa acicularis, a variety of wild rose, in various stages of development. Growth is independent of normal plant conditions such as light and water, and relies instead on continued access to a stable location. Upon cessation of net velocity, seeds of SCP-4303 begin to manifest roots, stalk, and primitive leaves, growing at an accelerated rate compared to nonanomalous samples of Rosa acicularis. Full flowering maturity is reached in 16 hours, at which point growth ceases. 2 hours later a new instance of SCP-4303 appears within a few meters of the original and begins growth. Any displacement of an SCP-4303 instance quickly reverses its growth back to seed form. Accompanying growth is a reality-warping effect that expands in a sphere around SCP-4303 at a radial growth rate of .6 m/s. Nonliving materials caught in this effect are altered to include a variety of hazardous traps. Observed traps, while at times highly complex, appear to function non-anomalously, with the primary goal appearing to be the protection of the developing plant. Chemical, mechanical, radioactive, focused light, acoustic, and other energy forms have been identified as weaponized elements in SCP-4303 traps. Importantly, upon movement of SCP-4303 this alteration field collapses rapidly, although previously established traps continue to exist rendering the area in question uninhabitable. Continued exposure to the effect of SCP-4303 produces increasingly sophisticated and dangerous traps; records may be found in log 1. SCP-4303 appears to measure “stable location” in reference to earth’s geometric center rather than the container around it, rendering continual movement a viable containment option. Due to the permanent effects of SCP-4303's field, testing is limited to 1 hour or less, and both location and object of study must be approved in advance by 2 Level 4 staff members. Addendum SCP-4303.1:Discovery The Foundation was alerted to SCP-4303 on █/██/██ after a state highway patrol trooper reported “unusual road conditions” leading into ██████, Arkansas. Investigation discovered an expanding anomalous field of spring-loaded blades and chemical hazards whose epicenter was calculated to be a home garden at ███ ███ Street. 12 casualties were suffered during extraction and a subsequent breach at Site █, at which point SCP-4303's motion-dependent properties were discovered. 5 survivors were identified in ██████, with interviews suggesting they survived by laying still during the 38 hours SCP-4303 was active. The town of ██████ has been fenced off with the official explanation being a chemical leak. Log 1: Object Time in Field Properties Steel ingot, 1 kg 5 minutes When pressure exceeding 100 N is applied to the surface, several 6 cm blades extend at force perpendicular to the test probe. Blades do not retract. Steel ingot, 1 kg 1 hour When a test probe was passed within 4 cm, a magnetic pulse of 34 T was measured. Other objects subsumed by SCP-4303 were not affected. Retested 6 minutes later and an identical pulse was recorded. 1 Class-D Personal 30 minutes No effect. Clothing was reported as “painfully scratchy.” Standard-issue backpack 1 hour Main compartment was filled ¾ full with a highly concentrated sulfuric acid. Side compartment contained an inert mechanism, appearing to be a partially-formed spraying apparatus. 2004 Toyota Camry (observed via drone near epicenter of ██████) Estimated 37 hours At 4 m, test drone was shot from the sky via laser extended from passenger handle. A side panel was observed to open and extend a tethered net which mechanically crawled forward to surround the test drone, at which point it was withdrawn back into the vehicle and all panels closed. Grinding sounds were recorded emanating from the vehicle, after which no other changes were observed. Interviewed: Kiera Anderson Interviewer: Dr. Brian Ward Foreword: Kiera Anderson displays burns across 12% of her body, identified as originating from focused microwaves. Subject was extracted from the periphery of SCP-4303's field in ██████, located laying on a grass hill. <Begin Log,> Dr. Brian Ward: Can you tell me what happened the morning of █/██/██? Kiera Anderson: Where are we? Is this a hospital? Dr. Brian Ward: Yes. Can you tell me what happened the morning of █/██/██? Kiera Anderson: You mean the machines? Dr. Brian Ward: If that’s what you saw. Kiera Anderson: I was at the dog park, walking Maxie. There’s a road that runs next to it, █████████ street, gets pretty busy that time of day. All of a sudden there was a crash on the road, looked like an SUV had rolled. Me and the girls ran to help. Dr. Brian Ward: What did you see when you got there? Kiera Anderson: We didn’t. Get there, I mean. When Stacy went to open the fence her hand came away bloody. Same thing happened when Andrea tried. Dr. Brian Ward: Go on. Kiera Anderson: We tried calling 911, but the phones were dead. So we made our way to the other gate. Fuckers got Brianna first. Dr. Brian Ward: What got Brianna? Kiera Anderson: Didn’t see what happened, just heard a yell and turned to the side. Brianna was on the ground with what looked like a piece of metal stuck through her. Dr. Brian Ward: What did you do next? Kiera Anderson: I… ran. We all did. Doctor, can you tell me if my kids are okay? Dr. Brian Ward: Later. What happened to the others? Kiera Anderson: I saw Stacy get yanked up a telephone pole. Like a net was hidden in the ground and just pulled her up. Who would do that to someone? [Pause, crying begins] I started climbing this hill, and I must have dropped Maxie’s leash. He took off, and disappeared down some hole…. God, the sound, crunching and screeching… I backed away and collapsed, my side felt like it was on fire. I know I should have helped him, but the world was going mad. Dr. Brian Ward: I understand. What did you do next? Kiera Anderson: Nothing. Not a fucking thing, until that helicopter showed up. Please, doctor, is my family alright? Dr. Brian Ward: Thank you for your time. <End Log> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4303" by Warbreaker, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4303. 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-4304 | keter | Item #: SCP-4304 Status: Uncontained (High Priority) Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel in Ashburn Station1 are to track down PoI-287XR by any means necessary. Artificial intelligence constructs in the IrisNET Ashburn Monitoring Network will routinely scan communication lines, security feeds, and social media posts originating from the space station for signs of PoI-287XR activity. If activity is detected, task forces in the relevant station sectors will be dispatched. The planned strategy for the capture of PoI-287XR is to lead them into a sufficiently small area that the summoning of SCP-4304 would result in severe structural damage to itself. If such circumstances are achieved, it is expected that personnel will be able to easily capture the PoI, so long as effort is taken to handle any additional anomalous devices they may be in the possession of. PoI-287XR will then be transferred to the nearest Foundation facility for indefinite detainment. The development of counter-offensive mechanical exoskeletons capable of combatting SCP-4304 and other similar threats is currently ongoing. Description: SCP-4304 is a mobile humanoid mechanical exoskeleton possessing anomalous weaponry and thaumaturgic abilities, designated the "Blue Knight" by its pilot, Person of Interest-287XR.2 The exoskeleton is 18 meters tall and is layered in a dark blue metallic alloy of unknown nature, capable of withstanding conventional weaponry and sufficiently lightweight to enable rapid movement. Engines for generating thrust are built into the back, and all body sections contain compartments for the storage of objects and weaponry. Yellow and red logos are present on the shoulder plates, though this is painted over with a symbol of a sword. The exoskeleton can be thaumaturgically summoned by PoI-287XR at any time. Summoning involves the speaking of undeciphered vocalizations, done in tandem with the performance of kinetohazardous gestures and the release of aspect radiation. Completion of the process results in PoI-287XR levitating into the air and becoming surrounded by rings of luminescent machinery, which then assemble into SCP-4304. At this point PoI-287XR attains complete control over the exoskeleton and can use it as a conduit for wide varieties of anomalous phenomena, including the ectoentropic generation of weaponry and amplification of thaumic spells. While this poses a significant threat when active, PoI-287XR has only kept the exoskeleton summoned in short durations. The hypothesized reason for this is that, as based on the behavior of other thaumaturges, thaumic processes that require high levels of mental concentration quickly result in exhaustion the longer they are performed for. However, no confirmation of this exists, as PoI-287XR and the anomaly's desummoning process have not been observed due to the repeated successful evasion of Foundation forces. How SCP-4304 is repaired between summonings is additionally uncertain. To date, all PoI-287XR and SCP-4304 activity has occurred within Ashburn Station, usually involved in forms of paracriminal activity. Of note is that both PoI-287XR's and SCP-4304's Scranton signature indicates that they originate from a foreign reality. Addendum.4304.1: Notable SCP-4304 Incidents Below are events involving SCP-4304 deemed of note for containment personnel. Full reports on the incidents in question may be provided on request. Date: 13/03/2070 Overview: PoI-287XR, under pursuit by IrisNET Capture Drones, jumps off the OSAM Block 3 Office Tower and summons SCP-4304 mid-descent. SCP-4304 apportates with minor position changes but with a change in the anomaly's orientation. This results in all downwards velocity shifting to horizontal velocity, preventing a potentially lethal impact with the ground while launching the exoskeleton into a Foundation attack VTOL. The damaged VTOL collides with a neighboring skyscraper, which SCP-4304 enters and then vanishes in. Signs of a Way activation are found in an ensuing investigation. Date: 04/04/2070 Overview: One of SCP-4304's hands, severed by laser fire from Mobile Task Force Naudiz-20 ("N² Ballistic Strike"), converts into an active S.E.P. Concealment Field grenade. The grenade lands at the task force's encampment and causes all present personnel to lose complete awareness of SCP-4304. PoI-287XR uses this opportunity to break into an under-construction apartment block. Tracking of the anomaly is lost. Date: 09/04/2070 Overview: Security cameras record PoI-99093 speaking with PoI-287XR in an alleyway. PoI-9909 nods to her and she rushes out of the alley, summons SCP-4304, and unfolds the exoskeleton's hand into a mass of mechanical tendrils that drag PoI-9909 into a compartment on its left arm. SCP-4304 propels away from the alley as task forces arrive. Date: 12/04/2070 Overview: Novalance Type-01 aerial/land combat exoskeletons under UIN4 Space Force Gamma control are redirected from a Foundation-approved test flight in Ashburn Station to combat SCP-4304, which attempted to attack them with a missile volley. Novalance Red shoots down incoming missiles5 and reaches SCP-4304's position on top of the Sector 3 Omicron Containment Spire. Both exoskeletons engage in a brief skirmish until weapons matching those of PoI-9909 form along the sides of SCP-4304's arms, all of which release beams of green energy that tear off the wings of Novalance Red. The remaining Novalance units launch sets of missiles at SCP-4304. The exoskeleton attempts to form a protective kinteohazardous gesture, but its movement slows and its left arm wavers, preventing completion of the gesture and resulting in the missiles making contact. SCP-4304 is damaged and it vanishes in a dense cloud of debris. A message was engraved on Novalance Red's chassis by the energy weapons, reading: "Just wanted to test these rayguns out. No hard feelings." Date: 14/04/2070 Overview: SCP-4304 manifests outside the Sector 3 Omicron Containment Spire and generates a set of thaumic shields that converge into a conic shape and drill through the building's outer walls. Through a combination of the shields and the fire of PoI-9909's weaponry, all security androids are dispatched and High Security Chamber 0, storing the in-development NETZACH Empyrean/Astral Laser System, is breached. The laser system and other present experimental weaponry apportate into SCP-4304's storage compartments. A Way to an unknown extradimensional space forms under the exoskeleton as MTF Naudiz-20 enters the chamber. Unusually, SCP-4304 generates weaponry to attack the task force but all of the generated weapons fail to fire or spontaneously break. SCP-4304 enters the way after one minute and vanishes. Its left arm is observed to be jittering at this point. Note: After this incident, several messages flagged by IrisNET were sent over the Ashfire messenger app to an account named "windsweptdagger." The account that sent the messages was quickly deleted. ▷ Open Messages ▽ Close Messages Hey, the raid is done. Could you let me out now? Is there any matters holding you up? If so I can wait. I'd prefer you message me about anything, though. It's been four hours now. Please respond as soon as possible. Has Ashfire broken? Hello? These are marked as read. I know have received these, so what are you doing? Is this really what you are going to do? Fine. I can sort this out on my own. Date: 15/04/2070 Overview: Undercover Agent Sylvia Petrovski observes SCP-4304 inside an empty apartment block construction lot. SCP-4304 behaves erratically, clenching its left arm while slamming it against building pylons and construction equipment. The arm bulges and the right arm stabs it with an ME-LLK Combat Knife. Upon spotting Agent Petrovski, the exoskeleton's engine activates and it attempts to fly out of the lot. However, it repeatedly changes course, colliding with buildings and the ground before the engine cuts out mid-flight. SCP-4304 sluggishly moves behind a set of neighboring buildings and vanishes. Addendum.4304.2: Incident Ansuz/4304/9909 Following the incident on 15/04/2070, SCP-4304 was summoned in the Yeong-Hwan Zone A10 Construction Yard on 16/04/2070, its movements noticeably slowed and its left arm wrapped in adhesive tape. Foundation personnel were alerted and an experimental Gewehran Class thaumomechanical exoskeleton (Gewehran 1), piloted by Agent Jae-Seong Jo of Mobile Task Force Ansuz-0 ("Fly High"), was dispatched. The Gewehran Class engaged SCP-4304, which began broadcasting messages from PoI-287XR in the ensuing confrontation. Incident Ansuz/4304/9909: Video Log < BEGIN LOG > SCP-4304 clenches its left arm. Sets of translucent UVN-20/B minguns manifest around the exoskeleton and aim at Gewehran 1, revving but not firing. Gewehran 1 approaches. PoI-287XR: (over SCP-4304's speakers) Hey, I'm dealing with my own issues right now, so could you hold off for one moment? SCP-4304's left arm generates a ME-LLK Combat Knife that propels itself at SCP-4304's head. SCP-4304 swerves. PoI-287XR: (directed to the arm) Oh come on, could you not— The arm writhes and erratically fires green energy beams that vaporize sections of SCP-4304's right arm, prompting the exoskeleton to fire one of the miniguns into the arm. Adhesive tape is torn but the bullets explode before contacting the arm surface. PoI-287XR: Look, we made a deal, and I expect you to fully hold your end of it. Is that really such a good reason for you to be freaking out? (pause) Yes I adjusted the deal after but it's virtually the same as it was— FUCK! Two missiles launch from SCP-4304's left hand, impacting the exoskeleton and sending it stumbling onto a construction exosuit storage truck. SCP-4304 manifests and stabs four ME-LLK Combat Knives into its left arm. Agent Jo receives orders from MTF Ansuz-0 Command to use the opportunity to contain PoI-287XR by any means necessary. Gewehran 1 enters a sprint and engages its shoulder mounted particle beams, contacting rows of circular thaumic shielding that ring SCP-4304 and slowly carving through them. The miniguns fire at Gewehran 1. SCP-4304 repeatedly punches its left arm. PoI-287XR: I made the hammerspace in the arm as nice as possible, and if you can't appreciate that then that's on you. And no this isn't a good time for you to be bothering me about this! Spell conduit systems in Gewehran 1 activate and a set of spells uttered by Agent Jo cause the incoming bullets to lose kinetic energy, transferring it into the exoskeleton. They reach SCP-4304, activate two auxiliary arms, shift the built up energy into all three arms and punch SCP-4304. Thaumic shields and alloy plating shatter and the exoskeleton is launched backwards. It collides with rows of construction equipment. PoI-287XR: See what just… SCP-4304 stands up, preparing to charge at Gewehran 1. The exoskeleton freezes. PoI-287XR: …You drilled out of the hammerspace? The exoskeleton remains frozen until it manifests further knives and frantically stabs them into its left shoulder in an attempt to tear its arm off. Spacetime around the arm repeatedly contracts and expands until a dimensional tear forms in a burst of light. The tear collapses. The area surrounding SCP-4304 explodes. < END LOG > Once the energy released by the unstable dimensional tear had subsided, containment crews entered the construction yard. The wreckage of SCP-4304 was found at the blast epicenter, its left arm wholly missing and the rest torn apart. No sign of PoI-287XR was found. As the crews began loading the remnants into mobile containment cells, PoI-9909 extricated themselves from under piles of metal slag, saluted Gewehran 1, and apportated out of view. The wreckage was in transit when it turned luminescent, disassembled into rings of machinery, and vanished. Addendum.4304.3: IrisNET Flagged Messages Below are two messages sent over the Ashrise messenger app, flagged by IrisNET AI. The accounts that sent the messages were both named with strings of random characters and have displayed no further activity. ACCOUNT 1: While I appreciate your offer of cooperation, along with how you provided me half of the stolen weapons, I can't say I enjoyed being locked into an arm for several days. No number of coffee machines and VR sets in there helped with that. I'm sorry about the mech damage but for a supposed "deal" you sure did a poor job at holding it. That's all. ACCOUNT 2: Fuck off. Footnotes 1. An O'Neill cylinder space station constructed between the orbits of Earth and Mars, starting in the 2020s and ending in the 2030s. As of 2070, it has a current population of 29 million humans, extraterrestrials, and other sapient entities. 2. Katrina Kuang, a known paracriminal active in Ashburn Station. 3. An individual operating under the moniker of "Nobody," observed to frequently use weaponry with designs matching that of 1940s—50s science fiction weaponry. Although he has been involved in paracriminal activities, his motivation are unclear. 4. United Interplanetary Nations. 5. Analysis of the debris later found that they were not actual missiles; aside from engines, the full missile structure was formed from clay. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4304" by NatVoltaic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4304. 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-4305 | euclid | 3/4305 LEVEL 3/4305 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4305 Euclid Special Containment Procedures: The area containing SCP-4305 is enclosed by chain-link fence and bears signage appropriate to standard cover story "Waste-4." The containment area is monitored remotely via perimeter alarm. In the event of trespass, Secure Area-38 is to dispatch a reconnaissance drone equipped with sedative darts in order to identify, track, and incapacitate any individuals who may pose a risk of activating the anomaly. Description: SCP-4305 is the collective designation for an area of desert approximately 80 kilometers northwest of the city of McGill, Nevada in the Great Basin Desert. This area is the source of a spatial anomaly as well as an associated humanoid manifestation designated as SCP-4305-1. While the specific dimensions of SCP-4305 are presently unknown, the anomalous area encircles a derelict in-ground pool, adjacent concrete pool deck, and a 2x2 meter cinder-block structure that has been painted white. This structure features a wooden door showing significant signs of weathering, no windows, and a yellow plastic sign marked with block letters that read 'CAUTION: No Lifeguard On Duty'. The anomaly becomes active when an individual approaches the pool deck. Upon activation, the door on the cinder-block structure will open and an instance of SCP-4305-1 will emerge. Instances of SCP-4305-1 take the form of a humanoid male approximately 50 years of age standing greater than 1.8 meters in height and with a lean build. While the features of the face vary from instance to instance, all manifestations recorded to this point have shared the following traits: Dressed in a gray wool three-piece suit. Wearing a black derby hat. Speaking in a Liverpool accent. Carrying a black umbrella, undeployed. General immunity to all attempts at impediment including the circumvention of man-made barriers. A walking speed of approximately 2.1 meters per second.1 After the instance of SCP-4305-1 manifests, it will approach the triggering individual in an attempt to secure their attention. If allowed to reach the subject, SCP-4305-1 will offer a verbal warning of trespass and attempt to make physical contact. Should it be successful, the affected subject will experience substantial pain rated by individual sufferers as comparable to that of being struck by a taser. Additional violations of the trespass order issued by SCP-4305-1 have proven invariably fatal. Discovery Log: While on a routine training mission, Foundation field operative David Harbour became separated during a controlled skydiving exercise and landed several kilometers east of his intended target. While waiting for extraction, the agent attempted to scout the area only to note the presence of an in-ground pool in the middle of the desert. The agent reported approaching the pool, having no suspicion of its anomalous nature, and was then met by a manifestation of SCP-4305-1. After indicating the presence of SCP-4305-1, the agent failed to provide any further updates and his field beacon was no longer detectable. Upon the arrival of the extraction team, Agent Harbour was located in proximity to the last known location of his beacon. He was unconscious and his field equipment had all been short-circuited in a manner consistent with substantial electrical shock. The agent was returned to nearby Secure Area-38 for medical evaluation. The nearby area was flagged for containment and investigation. During the debriefing, the field agent was unable to recall any substantial detail about his experience after he began his investigation of the pool, nor could he explain the burn marks now present on his abdomen. It is unknown if this was due to an anomalous effect or merely the result of trauma. Addendum.4305.1 Test Codename: Evasive Maneuvers Close Test Log Dateline: 2009-07-06, 13:44 The following is a transcription of a field test conducted at the site of SCP-4305. A monitoring team including Agent Harbour was dispatched with standard athletic field gear and a body camera with an extended battery. The video begins as the agent disembarks from the monitoring van; extraneous footage has been cut. Operations: Alright Agent, equipment check complete. Please approach the pool. Agent Harbour approaches the area of SCP-4305 on foot. Agent Harbour: Okay, Ops, I'm about 10 meters from the pool deck. I'm seeing…concrete, dust, a little bit of trash. 'No Lifeguard' sign. Looks like what used to be a pool chair. Not much going on here. This pretty much matches what I can remember about last time. I'm going to go in closer. Operations: Affirmative, Harbour. Please try to get some footage from the pool. Agent Harbour approaches the lip of the pool and angles the camera downward to look within. The pool is in a state of disrepair however there is an amount of muddied or otherwise dirty water still remaining at the bottom. Based on visual cues such as the pool's slope the suggested depth is less than 0.5 meters. As the camera pans left to right, the corpse of a human male becomes visible facedown in the water. The body appears to be coated with an unknown substance visually similar in appearance to mineral oil. Agent Harbour: Ops, are you seeing this? Looks like somebody drowned in there? I'm going to look for a way down, maybe…maybe something to poke it with? I guess I can just walk down the steps on the far side. Operations: Corpse acknowledged, Agent. Physical contact is not authorized at this time; observation only. We don't know what happened last time. No sense gambling. As the camera further scans the pool the abrupt creaking of wood startles the agent and the camera snaps to the right, focusing on a small cinderblock structure at the edge of the pool deck. The wooden door on the front has opened and an arm can be seen emerging from the interior. A tall man in a gray suit emerges, an instance of SCP-4305-1. The observing Agent holds his ground for the time being. SCP-4305-1: You there! As the head of SCP-4305-1 emerges, the camera snaps around and the sound of shoes on concrete can be heard as Agent Harbour breaks into a run. Agent Harbour: Oh fuck! Not this guy again! Operations: Agent, do you know this man? Is this who you saw before? Agent Harbour: Shit, I think so. I'm outta here, Ops! SCP-4305-1: I say, you there! Wait! Approximately four minutes of audio and video has been fast-forwarded wherein Agent Harbour continues to run through the desert back toward his drop point. The video resumes as Agent Harbour collapses from exertion and falls onto his hands and knees just outside the Foundation monitoring van. The camera turns back in the direction of SCP-4305. In the distance, a humanoid figure can be seen several hundred meters out. Another minute elapses as Agent Harbour is helped into the monitoring van and the testing team radios back for permission to leave. Permission is obtained and the van leaves the area of SCP-4305. Agent Harbour's camera is pointed out of the back window of the van where a humanoid figure is observed in the distance, presumably the instance of SCP-4305-1. END RECORDING Incident Update to Addendum.4305.1 Dateline: 2009-07-06, 18:12 [Approximately 5 hours after previous addendum] After returning to Secure Area-38, internal cameras indicate Agent Harbour was debriefing site research staff after his attempted field test when external security alarms sounded and the site entered Stage-1 lockdown. Agent Harbour, representatives of Operations, and researchers assigned to this test self-isolated inside their interview room for the duration of the lockdown as per protocol. Security footage correlated from the entrance to Secure Area-38 as well as other internal monitoring indicates that an anomalous humanoid approached the facility entrance and utilized an umbrella to leverage the external bay door and pry it open. Site security personnel were instructed to engage the target with lethal force. Responding with standard weaponry available to the site, numerous shots were fired at the instance of SCP-4305-1 from increasing numbers of Foundation personnel until ammunition was exhausted. There was no apparent damage to the instance of SCP-4305-1. The invading instance of SCP-4305-1 continued unimpeded through internal corridors, utilizing a previously undocumented sense of preternatural awareness regarding the location of Agent Harbour. Upon arrival to the interview room, the instance of SCP-4305-1 utilized his umbrella to pry the hinges of the door free and enter. Approaching Agent Harbour directly. The following exchange was recorded: Agent Harbour: What is it that you want? Why did you follow me? SCP-4305-1: Sir, as I stated before, that was private property you entered. I thought the signs would convey a certain understanding. You can't go in there and I shan't want to serve you notice again. Agent Harbour: Whose property is it? Why is it private? What are you protecting? What's in the— The agent's line of questioning is cut off as the instance of SCP-4305-1 decouples the handle of his umbrella to reveal a large cylindrical rod visually similar to a cattle prod. He makes contact with Agent Harbour's abdomen. The agent immediately begins to seize and shortly after falling onto the floor he vanishes completely. The instance of SCP-4305-1 then turns and leaves. Foundation assets tracked SCP-4305-1 back to its point of origin at SCP-4305 where it entered the cinderblock building adjacent to the pool. Addendum.4305.2: Observation Log Close Observation Log Dateline: 2009-07-10, 08:58 The activation of motion sensors triggered the cameras surrounding SCP-4305 to begin recording footage. Multiple angles pointed at the inground swimming pool recorded the submerging of the corpse which had been floating face-down on the surface of the water. Shortly thereafter a series of bubbles escaped from the liquid before another corpse of a differing physical makeup surfaced, also face-down in the pool. Observation indicates this corpse bears a tattoo that is a positive stylistic and anatomical match to a tattoo worn by Agent Harbour. A reconnaissance drone was deployed in an attempt to identify the remains as well as sample the viscous fluid. This operation was executed successfully and a positive DNA match was made between the corpse and genetic material on file for Agent Harbour. Analysis of the viscous fluid indicates the presence of deuterium oxide, mercury chloride, and human saliva. While none of the components of this material have tested as individually anomalous, the resulting mixture demonstrates a substantially greater density than any of the components would normally possess. Addendum.4305.3: Posthumus Recovery Attempt Close Recovery Attempt Dateline: 2009-07-11, 07:45 A treaded drone was deployed equipped with claw and hook utility arms; however the drone was unable to secure a hold on the corpse. Additional attempts at reducing the distance between the drone and the corpse to better secure leverage were unsuccessful. During the procedure, monitoring equipment recorded a sharp jerk on one of the mechanical arms as it attempted to grip the leg of the corpse. The drone was then pulled further down the slope of the pool by an unseen force and dragged into the viscous fluid. The device failed to respond to additional commands before eventually going offline. Subject D-21443 was then fitted with a remote-operated compliance collar and given a three-meter-long hooked pole with instructions to attempt to first recover the reconnaissance drone from the pool, and, as a secondary objective, attempt to recover the corpse of Agent Harbour by pulling it out of the liquid. D-21443: Okay boys, I'm just about to the pool. Where should I get into this thing? Operations: You can use either the stairs at the shallow end of the ladder on the near side. D-21443: Smelling real ripe over here now that I'm downwind of this thing. Operations: Understood, D-21443. Please proceed to the inground pool. D-21443: Heh. 'Caution, no lifeguard'. Yeah, no kidding. Operations: What was that, D-21443? D-21443: Nothin'. Just no lifeguard. Operations: Please restrict cross-talk. D-21443: <Grumbles indistinctly> D-21443 steps onto the pool deck and approaches the shallow end. He descends the steps and begins to cross the pool floor. After a meter, a loud banging noise is recorded and other cameras pointed at SCP-4305 record the door to the cinderblock structure flying open as an instance of SCP-4305-1 steps out. SCP-4305-1: I say, old boy. Get away from there! This is private property! D-21443 drops the hooked pole he is carrying and begins to run up the stairs, off of the pool deck, and away from SCP-4305-1 in a direction opposite the monitoring team. Operations: D, you need to head back towards us. Stop. Immediately. Or we will have to encourage compliance. D-21443: Hell no man, did you see that fucking guy! It must be 100 degrees and he's wearing a wool suit out here? Nearby cameras record D-21443 running towards the perimeter of the containment zone with SCP-4305-1 continuing to pursue at a steady walk. Operations: D-class, do you understand that if you attempt to flee we will activate your collar? D-21443: Fuck you! Come and pick me up! D-21443 reaches the perimeter fence and begins to climb. As he nears the top, the remote compliance collar is activated and the D-class seizes and becomes rigid as he falls from the fence. Approximately one minute later, SCP-4305-1 enters the frame just as D-21443 begins to regain bodily control. D-21443: Seriously, dude, I'm just doing my job! SCP-4305-1: Sir, you and your friends must work on your comprehension skills. Just like the sign says: No trespassing. This is private property. SCP-4305-1 disengages the handle of his umbrella and withdraws a long baton with a forked head similar to a cattle prod. D-21443: Ah jeez, come on dude, I'm just the pool guy! SCP-4305-1: I'm not sure what is unclear about 'no trespassing'. SCP-4305-1 advances. D-21443: Wait, what? There wasn't any trespassing on the sign! It said 'lifeguard'! No lifeguard on duty! SCP-4305-1 halts and furrows his brow. D-21443: Caution, no lifeguard on duty. I swear it, on my life. After a nearly 30 seconds pause, SCP-4305-1 extends the cattle prod and contacts D-21443 in the abdomen. The D-class begins to seize violently before he vanishes. SCP-4305-1: I'll have to look into that. SCP-4305-1 returns to the cinderblock structure and closes the door behind itself. Incident Update to Addendum.4305.1 Dateline: 2009-07-11, 18:39 The corpse of Agent Harbour was recorded being subsumed into the viscous liquid. A third corpse was observed rising to the surface shortly thereafter. There were no marks on the body of the corpse useful in positive identification other than a Foundation issued remote controlled compliance collar. Footnotes 1. Human walking speed is highly dependent on many factors but has been averaged to 1.4 meters per second. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4305" by ManyMeats, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4305. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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