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SCP-4306 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4306 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4306 is to remain employed at Site-47 for as long as it remains cooperative. SCP-4306's living area is to be a sparsely furnished room built adjacent to MSC-231. SCP-4306 is to wear a remote-activated electrified collar at all times. RFID sensors have been placed at all entrance and exit checkpoints at Site-47. In case of systems failure, the on-shift security supervisor will have a battery-operated remote activator on their person at all times. SCP-4306-1 through SCP-4306-4 are to be contained in a standard secure containment locker which has been installed in MSC-23. SCP-4306 is allowed unrestricted access to these items for custodial duties. Description: SCP-4306 is a twenty-nine year old human male, 178cm tall and 95.3kg in weight with black hair, green eyes, and tan skin. SCP-4306's skin2 is decorated with tattoos and scars frequently associated with membership in the motorcycle gang known as the 'Vagos Motorcycle Club3'. Of note, there is a large tattoo on its back which depicts the Norse deity Loki seated atop a custom Harley-Davidson motorcycle. SCP-4306-1 through SCP-4306-44 are as follows: Item Designation Item Description SCP-4306-1 An American Market cotton string mop with wooden handle and stainless steel frame. SCP-4306-2 A Grainger Industries plastic mop bucket and wringer. The bucket's liquid capacity is 33.122 liters. The original yellow surface has been painted over with lines and circular geometric patterns of various colors. SCP-4306-3 A Quickie multi-surface fiberglass push broom. SCP-4306-4 An ULine broom and dust pan combination. Similar to SCP-4306-2, SCP-4306-4's dust pan is also painted with lines and geometric patterns of various colors. SCP-4306's duties include and are limited to custodial work, incident cleanup, and hazardous testing cleanup. Properties: SCP-4306's anomalous properties manifest in three facets, hereforth called 'events': Event Designation Event Trigger Description of Anomaly STJ-01 SCP-4306 uses SCP-4306-1 and SCP-4306-2 within parameters of normal use. Minor teleportation effect observed. Area where STJ-01 occurs becomes instantaneously clean and sanitary upon trigger. (See Observation Log SCP-4306-STJ-A) STJ-02 SCP-4306 uses SCP-4306-3 within parameters of normal use. Minor teleportation effect observed. Any and all dirt, pieces of bone, tile chips, or other small to medium particulate matter on the floor of an area are teleported into well-organized piles. (See Observation Log SCP-4306-STJ-B) STJ-03 SCP-4306 uses SCP-4306-4 within parameters of normal use. Minor teleportation effect observed. Any and all small to medium dirt, paper, or other such refuse are teleported into the dust pan of SCP-4306-4. (See Observation Log SCP-4306-STJ-C) Note: Testing has revealed that the anomalous properties of SCP-4306 do not manifest when it utilizes non-anomalous custodial implements. Similarly, SCP-4306-1 through SCP-4306-4 do not manifest any anomalous properties when handled by other personnel. Addenda: Addendum — Acquisition File — 4306-STJ, dated 08 March 2012: UAI Report5: Assistant Researcher K. Philips — Submitted to Lead Researcher J. Whitt on 2012/03/02. An scanned excerpt follows: Scanned copy of UAI Report 195-12-614. Mouse over to enlarge. + Typed Copy - Typed Copy Personnel involved: Researcher K. Philips, D-45417, D-46751. Time/Date of Incident: 2012/03/02 at 1057* 1054 At 1057* 1054, I was supervising the cleanup of Testing Lab 46B. When D-45417 took the mop out, dunked it in the cleaning solution, and touched it to the floor, everything was cleaned instantly sanitized. At the same time, D-46751 was instantaneously shifted five centimeters to her left, I was shifted a little above the floor, and other items around the room (such as the instruments rack and whatnot) were also shifted around within one centimeter of their original positioning. It is possible that D-45417 may have spatial anomalous properties. We need to perform some tests. * Sorry, I just realized my watch is off by three minutes! - Typed Copy SCP Classification Request: Lead Researcher J. Whitt — Submitted to Site Director at 0143 on 2012/03/04. An excerpt follows: As you can see from the attached video documentation, the subject, D-45417, was able to reproduce this effect across multiple tests and with various cleaning implements. During each of the tests involving the subject using the mop and bucket, the floor, walls, and ceiling of the test chamber are cleaned instantaneously, and various other subjects, items, and researchers are moved via instantaneous shifting to varying distances. Subject has also shown marked psychological changes. Included with this report are D-45417's psychological profile and behavior reports. Compare those to the behavior reports included after the UAI Report was filed by Assistant Researcher Philips and observe the rapid decrease in hostility and an equally rapid increase in compliance and docility. Addendum — Observation Logs: Observation Log — SCP-4306-STJ-A: SCP-4306 is instructed to use SCP-4306-1 and SCP-4306-2 on the floor of a standard testing chamber located in the west wing of Site-47. SCP-4306-2 is filled with 33 liters of a solution of 10% Pine-Sol cleaner and 90% distilled water. Upon contact with the floor, the room became clean and the water in SCP-4306-2 became cloudy. Analysis reveals the cloudiness in the water is a result of the dirt and other contaminants from the floor, walls, and ceiling. Of note, the desk, chair, book case, and filing cabinet were instantaneously shifted by varying distances not exceeding 4cm. Observation Log — SCP-4306-STJ-B: SCP-4306 is instructed to use SCP-4306-3 on the floor of the hallway outside of personnel break room on first floor of Site-47. Upon contact with the floor, all dirt and other loose debris from the morning's retirement party for Dr. Willitz appeared in three neat piles. The blood stains on the floor were not cleaned but instead were smudged by what appeared to be the bristles of SCP-4306-3. SCP-4306 was then instructed to use SCP-4306-1 and SCP-4306-2 to finish cleaning the floor. Result is similar to those noted in prior log. Note: Residual materials recovered from SCP-4306-3's bristles matched the composition of the debris recovered from the three piles. Observation Log — SCP-4306-STJ-C: SCP-4306 is instructed to use SCP-4306-4 on the floor in the former office of the retired Dr. Willitz. Upon contact of SCP-4306-4's broom with the floor, all dirt and loose debris on the floor appeared in SCP-4306-4's dust bin. All items in Dr. Willitz's office were moved to varying distances not exceeding 1cm. Note: Upon inspection of the office after the experiment, it was revealed that the analogue desk clock on Dr. Willitz's desk6 had been set forward by five minutes and forty-seven seconds during the experiment. As nobody had interacted with the clock, researchers summoned the on-site forensics team to investigate. Latent fingerprints were lifted from the clock which confirmed that SCP-4306 had held the clock in his right hand for an extended period of time despite not having moved during Event SCP-4306-STJ-C. Further dusting for fingerprints revealed that SCP-4306 had also moved Dr. Willitz's desk, chair, and filing cabinet. Addendum — Interview Log Excerpt, dated 2012/06/23: Interviewer: Assistant Researcher K. Philips [KP] Interviewee: SCP-4306 Location: Assistant Researcher K. Philips' office KP: Good afternoon, SCP-4306. Can you please state your name for the record? SCP-4306: Stan the Janitor. KP: Your personnel file states that your name is Robert J. Turner. SCP-4306: I don't think so. My name is Stan the Janitor, and I'm here to clean. KP: Of course. Can you describe for me what happens when you clean? SCP-4306: It's like I go into a zen place, you know? Everything is still and quiet except for the sound of the mop and bucket. Sometimes I hear wind chimes, but I can't ever find them. It doesn't matter, though. The sound makes everything feel… peaceful. KP: That's interesting. Can you tell me more about this feeling of zen? SCP-4306: It's like the feeling of a wet mop slapping against a perfectly clean floor. You know it's clean, but you do it anyway because if you don't, it'll get dirty again. But when you're in that moment, you don't worry about that. You're just focused on the task at hand, and everything else falls away. KP: So you find cleaning to be fulfilling? SCP-4306: More than that. Cleaning is my purpose. It's why I'm here. It's what I was made to do. You know that feeling when you're doing something you love and time just flies by? That's what cleaning is for me. I could spend my entire life cleaning this one room, and it would be enough. KP: That's quite the metaphor. Can you explain what you mean? SCP-4306: It's like, you know, life is like a dirty floor. It gets messy and chaotic, and it's easy to get lost in all the clutter. But when you clean, you're making sense of all that chaos. You're giving order to something that's otherwise random and meaningless. And when you're done, you can stand back and see what you've accomplished. It's a small victory, but it's a victory nonetheless. KP: I see. What do you do when people are standing in the way while you mop, or when there's furniture? SCP-4306: Well, I ask them politely to move, of course. But sometimes they don't respond, so I gently pick them up and move them to the side, making sure to put them back in their original place afterward. KP: Sorry, I'm not sure I understand. How do you move people and objects so easily? SCP-4306: It's not so much that I move them easily, it's that they don't resist. It's as if they know that I have a job to do, and they don't want to get in the way of that. Or maybe they just sense that I'm meant to clean, and they're happy to be a part of that purpose. KP: I guess that's one way to look at it. Speaking of purpose, do you feel like you have found your purpose here at Site-47? SCP-4306: Oh, I don't know about all that. I'm just here to clean. But who knows, maybe one day I'll stumble upon the meaning of life while scrubbing the floors. KP: That would certainly be something. Alright, Stan, I think we're just about done here. Is there anything else you'd like to add? SCP-4306: Just one thing, KP. Remember, life is like a dirty floor. You can either clean it up or slide around in the muck. Me? I prefer a clean path. KP: Words to live by, Stan. Thank you for your time. [SCP-4306 stands up and exits the room, leaving KP alone to contemplate the metaphor.] Addendum — Request for Training of D-Class Personnel by SCP-4306: Assistant Researcher K. Philips has submitted a request to Site Director Johnson to allow SCP-4306 to orient and train D-Class personnel as custodians, citing SCP-4306's expertise in cleanliness and the potential benefits of incorporating The Path of Cleanliness into custodial duties. The request has been approved by Site Director Parrish. Footnotes 1. Maintenance Supply Closet 23 is located near the first floor personnel break room at Site-47. 2. With exception to its head, hands, and feet. 3. The Vagos is a highly volatile 'one-percenter' motorcycle club whose primary area of influence is the American Midwest, specifically Southern California, Nevada, and Arizona. 4. These items were purchased at a local office supply store. 5. Unexpected Anomalous Incident Report. 6. This clock was given to Dr. Willitz in 1986 by his supervisor. Etched onto the face of the clock is, "No excuses. Do not be late again." Similarly etched on the backside of the clock is, "This clock is never wrong. It has a small nuclear cell battery, and the inner workings are encased in tungsten to prevent you from changing the time." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4306" by Reverend Fox, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4306. 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: UAI_Scan.jpg Author: Reverend Fox License: CC-BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/local--files/scp-4306/UAI_Scan.jpg |
SCP-4307 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4307 Threat Level: Yellow ● Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4307 instances are kept in a reinforced aquatic containment chamber filled with water treated to replicate the Barents Sea. One side of each chamber wall is to be coated with a lead plating, and X-ray emitters are to be installed in 2 corners of the chamber with the purpose of being activated once a week to feed the SCP-4307 colony. Vegetation inside the chamber is to be maintained once every three weeks by Class-D personnel equipped with reinforced diving suits. Description: SCP-4307 is the designation for a group of 27 entities belonging to the extinct Nothosaurus genus1. The organisms are 4m long on average, although some specimens have been recorded reaching 5m to 7m in length. SCP-4307 specimens feed off of common sea life, primarily consuming fish. However, specimens have been observed hunting larger prey, including animals larger than themselves. SCP-4307 specimens are capable of emitting electromagnetic pulses through an organ located near the brain. Composition of this organ includes a high concentration of electrocytes. The pulses are primarily used to incapacitate possible predators but are additionally capable of temporarily deactivating electrical devices. SCP-4307 instances were observed 'feeding' on radiation from the sunken K-278 Komsomolets during the initial recovery of SCP-4307. Testing indicated that depending on the type and amount of radiation absorbed, the intensity and type of electromagnetic pulses changes (See SCP-4307 Radiation testing). How SCP-4307 is able to survive these pulses and close proximity to radiation without any repercussions is unknown. SCP-4307's Triassic ancestors seemingly developed this organ to counter the sudden appearance of sharks, the electrical discharges being weak enough to disrupt a shark's senses, stunning it. SCP-4307 instances do not perceive humans as a source of food and will generally ignore them, although several cases of playful interactions have been noted. However, SCP-4307 instances have been known to lash out using their jaws if feeling threatened. It is unknown how SCP-4307 managed to survive to our time period as no further fossils of nothosauridaes were found following the Triassic period. Foundation palaeozoologists suggest the possibility of the SCP-4307 colony becoming frozen in a secluded ice cave near the end of the Triassic period, somehow managing to survive through multiple extinction events. Addendum 4307.1: SCP-4307 was discovered in May of 1989 following reports from the Foundation's Russian-branch signaling the sudden disappearance of the K-278 Komsomolets2 in the Barents Sea. Two other submarines are believed to have been sunk by SCP-4307 instances, K-129 Minerve and the USS Scorpion both during the 1960s. It is currently theorized that the SCP-4307 instances were attempting to feed on radiation from their nuclear reactors. Foundation personnel theorize that the sudden flaring of high energy radiation caused by nuclear bomb tests in 1945 awoke a colony of SCP-4307 that had been dormant for centuries. The colony then made its way to the Barents Sea where it was subsequently discovered. + SCP-4307 Radiation testing - Level 3 Access Authorised Experiment Log 4307 - 1 Radiation: Ultraviolet Test Subject: SCP-4307-8 Test Record: SCP-4307-8 was introduced into the testing chamber and subsequently exposed to a high concentration of UVA radiation through 2 blacklights. After 45 minutes, SCP-4307-8 started to display bioluminescence around the head and neck. A school of fish was then released into the testing chamber. Upon SCP-4307-8 taking notice of their presence, it began charging up a pulse. Upon release, the pulse manifested as a blue ray, fatally electrocuting fish in contact with it. Testing ended after 20 minutes of SCP-4307-8 repeating this behavior. Notes: After being removed from the testing chamber, SCP-4307-8 lost its bioluminescence after 2 days. Experiment Log 4307 - 2 Radiation: X-ray Radiation Test Subject: SCP-4307-21 Test Record: SCP-4307-21 was introduced into the testing chamber. Shortly after, it was exposed to X-ray radiation. After an hour of exposure, SCP-4307-21's skin became translucent with the organ located on the head glowing, akin to a Melanocetus johnsonii (Humpback anglerfish). A school of fish was then released into the testing chamber. Once noticed by SCP-4307-21, the specimen released a pulse which could not be detected visually. After five minutes, fish that were hit by the pulse turned translucent and stopped moving. A fish was captured for analysis while the rest were eaten by SCP-4307-21. The test was ended approximately 10 minutes later. Notes: Analysis of the fish showed that the part of the brain that controls the locomotive functions of the fish was damaged, rendering the fish unable to move. SCP-4307-21 lost its translucence shortly after being removed from the testing chamber. Experiment Log 4307 - 3 Radiation: Gamma (γ) Test Subject: SCP-4307-15 Test Record: SCP-4307-15 was introduced into the testing chamber and subsequently exposed to a small concentration of Gamma (γ) radiation. After 30 minutes had passed, readings showed that all radiation was absent from the chamber. A school of fish was then released into the testing chamber with the goal of triggering a pulse from SCP-4307-15, as had been demonstrated in previous tests. This resulted in a small scale nuclear blast (later identified as an amplified nuclear electromagnetic pulse), irradiating or destroying everything within a 50-meter radius. In addition, the explosion killed around ██ staff members and irradiated many others who were caught in the radius. SCP-4307-15's remains were found lacking its head and most of the neck as a result of its proximity to the explosion. Notes: Testing has been suspended following the incident with SCP-4307-15. The effects resulting from exposing specimens to radiation are too unpredictable, and quite frankly, further testing isn't worth the risk of losing more instances or personnel. O5-██ Addendum Journal 4307: Evgeny Vanin, commanding officer of the K-278 Komsomolets at the time, held a logbook during the lifetime of the submarine. A few entries preceding the sinking of the K-278 Komsomolets were written. Relevant and/or noteworthy excerpts have been translated from Russian and transcribed for analysis: Page 350 30/03/1989 As per orders of the Motherland, we went to patrol around Norway on a lookout for any American submarines. We arrived in the Norwegian Sea at around 0200 and have been patrolling since. Page 353 02/04/1989 We've been roaming the Norwegian Sea and it's surrounding areas for 3 days now. Radar operator caught a large signal encircling the submarine at around 2200. I dismissed it as predatorial sea life mistaking us for a dead whale. Page 356 05/04/1989 Something's attacked us. All electronics are out and we cannot reach the Motherland through our radios. The motors also refuse to start back up. How those damn things destroyed our equipment without direct contact is unbeknown to me. The crew is panicking but I don't blame them, they are young, they are afraid of death. If the mechanics somehow manage to restore our communications I'll send an SOS to our leaders requesting immediate help. Page 358, Final entry 07/04/1989 At around 1500, communications were restored after 2 days of darkness and living on rations. The commander managed to send an SOS before what appeared to be an electric shock fried our electronics yet again. At 2000, strange sounds were heard from the outside, ramming into the ship. A fire broke out in the ensuing panic and the commander was wounded. After recovering the logbook I and several other crewmen went for the single lifepod. It was utter chaos, men were fighting each other to obtain a spot. I managed to slip by the crowd and reach the lifepod, and we departed shortly after due to the fire spreading rapidly. When we ejected, I saw a glimpse of those…creatures. They looked like reptiles but something about them was off, something that I can't explain. Two hours after we reached the surface, a Russian boat that heard our SOS arrived and took us aboard. End of Log Abbendum 4307.2: An image accompanies the last entry of the logbook, presumed to have been made by its author. SCP-4307 Footnotes 1. A group of predatory marine sauropterygian reptiles from the Triassic period. 2. Soviet "Mike"-class nuclear submarine |
SCP-4308 | safe | Item #: SCP-4308 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4308 is contained in a storage locker in Hall C at Site-19. SCP-4308 is not to be taken out of containment for testing without prior approval from a personnel of class 4 security clearance or higher. All individuals involved in testing for SCP-4308 must have a psychological examination prior to taking place in testing. SCP-4308 prior to containment Description: SCP-4308 is a black 1991 Steinberger Sceptre electric guitar. SCP-4308’s anomalous properties manifest when any tune is played on the instrument. Personnel subject to music produced by SCP-4308 enter an illusory state which represents the tune of the song in terms of emotion. A listener will exit the illusory state if sound has stopped being produced by the instrument. The player of the guitar is unaffected by its anomalous capabilities. Addendum-1-Discovery: The Foundation first became aware of the existence of SCP-4308 when news broke out of a series of local concerts held in ██████, Texas causing individuals to be subject to anomalous delusional states of mind. The concerts causing the anomalous activity were found to be held by 27 year old Duke ██████. Subject was later designated PoI-4308 within the Foundation database. Addendum-2-Witness Reports: Witness reports were obtained regarding SCP-4308. Excerpts of those reports include the following. Witness Report-1: Witness: Sara Lillips Like, describe what I saw? I don't really understand much of it. I knew him from high school. I mean he was over at my house all the time since he was best friends with my older brother. I heard him play a lot. I always really liked his songs. He played 'Lonesome' that night. Everyone in the crowd started to disappear, and it was really scary. Just shadows of black surrounding me. I could see Duke performing, so I guess I wasn't completely alone but…It was just his music in that moment. 'All on my lonesome, all by myself. Desperately screaming and shouting for help.' I deeply resonated with those lyrics at the moment. I mean I always do. I have no friends. No one understands anything I go through ever. I hate this small room. I hate it. Wait, what did you want to know again? Witness Report-2: Witness: Hunter Kyson Yeah, Duke was really talented. The song 'Overshadowed,' that's the one that had all the weird stuff. It had a pretty and soft melody and first, but then got more intense when the lyrics started. Suddenly I felt all strange and I saw Caria Mollone and all her achievements shadow over me. That girl was my childhood best friend, but she was better at me than everything. She got into all the clubs and all the advanced classes and shit. "Aw I'm sorry Hunter! Just keep trying!" She'd always say. It's such horse-shit. She got into this super fancy science college while I'm stuck at a fucking retail job. I have Ideas! I was brilliant! But no one saw it. All because of her. I'm not sure why you want to know this, it wasn't anything my head doesn't show me all the time. Witness Report-3: Witness: Angel McNamara I don't have much to a lot to say so uh…I'll cut it short. All the weird stuff happened when he sang 'Horrible Pain.' Catchy…like the plague…evil…evil song…they all began to scream…gunshots…slices and stab wounds and gashes and…they all blamed me for not helping them…what was I supposed to do? I was surrounded by mutilated corpses and guts and blood and…I felt a quick stab or something and then…it was all normal again… Witness Report-4: Witness: Casan Lillips Hm, yeah I guess you can't get the whole story from one person. But do I have to be one of those people? I'll tell you a little bit but you're not getting a lot from me. Duke and I were best friends in high school, but he had been very distant ever since Lorca and I got married. One day I just get a message from him that says 'Hey come listen to this new song I wrote.' He had this new black guitar, Steinberger Sceptre I think? He didn't tell me the name of the song before he started playing but heh…'Heartbroken'…I could tell on my own by then. I found myself immersed in the melody, the sounds of the notes, the way it made me feel…but I slowly found what it made me feel was…pain…my hand was just in my chest despite my no recollection of putting it there. I had ripped out my heart, and it shattered right in my hand. I looked up at Duke as I was practically paralyzed in pain…I asked what he had done to me. He said…'The same thing you did to me.' Addendum-3-Recovery: On 12-09-20██, a group of foundation agents were sent to the home of PoI-4308 to question him about the anomalous activities that had been traced to him. Upon entering the home, the subject was found playing a soulful melody on SCP-4308. All Foundation agents who were on the scene reported seeing waterfalls coming from the ceiling. The hallucinations experienced next were reported to vary per agent. Agent Caria Mollone reported being transferred back to the scenes of her past accomplishments and relived them again if they had gone the opposite way. Agent Mollone reported feelings of intense fear. Agent Mollone was the only agent who was reported to exit SCP-4308's induced illusory state. This occured even when SCP-4308 was emitting sound. Agent Mollone reported feeling paralyzed, only being able to watch the subject continue to play on SCP-4308. Agent Mollone gained mobility in her arm, but only had the capability to reach for her gun. Agent Mollone shot PoI-4308 in the right shoulder with a hand gun. PoI-4308 dropped SCP-4308, and it was able to be contained. PoI-4308 and all witnesses of SCP-4308 were administered amnestics, and SCP-4308 was transferred to Site-19 soon after. Addendum-4-Tests: The following are logs of tests ran on SCP-4308. Test 12-20-20██: Tester: Researcher Flora Test Details: Researcher Flora played a soft nameless melody with only two chords for approximately three minutes. All involved D-Class reported chest pains and the regurgitation of cherry blossom flower petals. Test 12-25-20██: Tester: Dr. Cherri Test Details: Dr. Cherri played an instrumental version of the traditional Christmas song 'Deck the Halls.' D-09879 reported being transported back to Christmas Day of 20██, and described happily receiving gifts from their father despite the fact that 'he walked out before they were born.' D-23870 reported reliving a memory of opening presents with their childhood best friend as teenagers, despite the friend having died at age nine. Test 01-07-20██: Tester: Dr. Laytz Test Details: Dr. Laytz played a fast nameless melody. All D-Class reported seeing the room fill up with different items of food from floor to ceiling while extreme pains of hunger could be felt. Test 02-02-20██: Tester: Agent Mollone Test Details: Agent Mollone preformed a melody she titled 'Stuck.' D-Class reported feeling stuck and unable to move while images of them 'failing what they want most.' Five out of ten D-Class went into psychological paralysis. Note from Agent Mollone's post test psychological exam by Site Psychologist Ama Stellar Agent Mollone appeared to be more troubled by the recovery of SCP-4308 than was previously believed. She had refused to answer questions about what was seen by the D-Class. Examinations conclude the illusions experienced on Agent Mollone preformed by PoI-4308 have taken an affect on her psyche. Agent Mollone is not to be involved with any further testing of SCP-4308. ~Dr.Stellar |
SCP-4309 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4309 Special Containment Procedures: All SCP-4309 instances are to be contained at their original location of discovery, which is to be restored so as to resemble a private residence with inconspicuous security measures. The basement entrance is to be secured by a standard steel door, with the basement's original windows being sealed by steel shutters. All SCP-4309 instances are to be kept under video surveillance at all times, with any atypical behavior being reported to the current project head immediately. Description: SCP-4309 is a collection of 42 identical human corpses, originally discovered at the bottom of a 4m by 4m by 4m cubic pit located in the basement of an abandoned cottage 6 kilometers northeast of █████████, New Hampshire. Each instance is hairless and emaciated, possessing tough, blackened skin similar to that of bodies that have undergone peat bog mummification. The bodies lack both primary and secondary sexual characteristics, and have each had their mouths and eyelids sewn shut. When human observers are present, SCP-4309 will relocate and reposition themselves whenever line-of-sight is broken, typically into a dramatic tableau. SCP-4309 movement is visible on video recording and transmission devices, however, instances do not engage in this behavior when left unobserved, and will instead most frequently cluster together and remain motionless until an in-person observer appears. All instances of SCP-4309 appear docile, and have not initiated attacks on Foundation staff since their discovery. See SCP-4309 Test #5. Notable positions taken by SCP-4309 include: Sitting cross-legged in a semi-circle on the floor around an instance miming reading a book A violent brawl Standing around the perimeter of their pit whilst clawing at the walls Standing in a queue in various states of boredom, frustration, and despondency Pointing accusatory fingers at an instance huddled defensively in a corner Attempting to dig through the floor of their pit Groveling on their knees and similar positions suggestive of begging and pleading Fetal positions Prayer and Meditation Casting lots Various forms of exercise and/or physical labour Attempting emergency medical care on a recumbent instance Clawing at their mouths, eyes, ears, chests, and groins in apparent agony A single instance sitting on the edge of the pit, its head cocked at the attending researchers Recovery: Foundation field operatives discovered SCP-4309 after investigating urban legends about a 'mass grave of revenants' in the New England wilderness. At the time of recovery, SCP-4309's cottage was in a severe state of disrepair and did not appear on any municipal records. Of note is a tarnished silver placard on the basement door which reads "SCP Foundation Department of Abnormalities". For this reason, Regional Command made the decision to acquire the property as a Location of Interest and contain SCP-4309 on site. SCP-4309 were initially found grouped together in a single pile, but as soon as line-of-sight was broken formed a standing 6 by 7 grid, all looking upwards. If removed from their original pit, instances of SCP-4309 will attempt to return as soon as they are unobserved. This has complicated research into SCP-4309, however, the following tests have been successfully completed: SCP-4309 Test #: 1 Description: Genetic testing of all SCP-4309 instances. Results: SCP-4309 were found to be genetically identical and human, the only abnormality being each instance only possesses 45 chromosomes, with the second X or Y chromosome being absent. SCP-4309 Test #: 2 Description: Internal imaging of all SCP-4309 instances using a Spectral CT Scanner. Results: Other than a lack of reproductive organs, SCP-4309 are anatomically unremarkable. Of note is that all instances are 100% anatomically identical to one another. SCP-4309 Test #: 3 Description: Surgery, in an attempt to alter the internal anatomy of an SCP-4309 instance (SCP-4309-1). Results: Upon completion of the first incision, SCP-4309-1 began to emit hydrogen sulfide gas from the incision, requiring the procedure be aborted. SCP-4309-1 returned to the pit of its own accord, with the incision wound having fully healed. It should also be noted that during the surgery, all other SCP-4309 instances were recorded placing their hands over their ears. SCP-4309 Test #: 4 Description: Cut open the mouth of an SCP-4309 instance (SCP-4309-2). Results: SCP-4309-2 continuously produced a 19-hertz infrasonic scream, causing feelings of unease and mild hallucinations among attending staff, until its mouth was resewn. Remaining SCP-4309 instances were recorded covering their mouths with both hands. SCP-4309 Test #: 5 Description: Cut open the eyelids of an SCP-4309 instance (SCP-4309-3). Results: SCP-4309-3 locked eyes with Dr. Metzger, paralyzing him. Two additional staff members who then made eye contact with Dr. Metzger were also paralyzed. The test was immediately aborted and the basement evacuated and quarantined. Video surveillance shows that Dr. Metzger and his two attendants remain paralyzed, and remain standing despite a lack of detectable life signs. They have been designated SCP-4309-A. After the basement was evacuated, SCP-4309-3 re-positioned itself so that it was seated by the doorway in a cross-legged pose suggestive of patient anticipation. Its eyes typically remain fixated on the basement door, with occasional glances at the surveillance camera. Remaining SCP-4309 instances were recorded covering their eyes the instant that SCP-4309-3's were opened. To date, neither SCP-4309-3 or any other SCP-4309 instance has altered their pose. Research into SCP-4309 has temporarily been suspended. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4309" by DrChandra, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4309. 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-4310 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4310: The Hero's Journey Authors: A Random Day, The Great Hippo + More SCPs by A Random Day - Hide list SCPs SCP-3220 Rating: 524 SCP-2790 Rating: 488 SCP-4780 Rating: 478 SCP-2820 Rating: 472 SCP-3780 Rating: 438 SCP-2664 Rating: 408 SCP-4950 Rating: 397 SCP-2730 Rating: 292 SCP-947 Rating: 287 SCP-2350 Rating: 274 SCP-2810 Rating: 269 SCP-3640 Rating: 264 SCP-2490 Rating: 256 SCP-4670 Rating: 253 SCP-3470 Rating: 246 SCP-2680 Rating: 246 SCP-5430 Rating: 216 SCP-5940 Rating: 203 SCP-2210 Rating: 201 SCP-4710 Rating: 176 SCP-3850 Rating: 161 SCP-3360 Rating: 153 SCP-7660 Rating: 126 SCP-2060 Rating: 122 SCP-2910 Rating: 118 SCP-1750 Rating: 101 SCP-2570 Rating: 96 SCP-2650 Rating: 95 SCP-6190 Rating: 85 SCP-2143 Rating: 84 SCP-7780 Rating: 79 SCP-6880 Rating: 74 + All Tales by A Random Day - Hide list Tales Hypervelocity Rating: 244 Avatara Rating: 244 I Thought You Died Alone Rating: 186 Moonlighting Rating: 179 Zeitgeist Rating: 141 Autoerotic Assassination Rating: 128 Terminal Velocity Rating: 122 T Minus Rating: 121 The Chosen Few Rating: 100 Reboot or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Apocalypses Rating: 96 Hard Machine Rating: 88 Loud, Lawless, and Lost Rating: 88 The Vice Girls Rating: 87 Morphine Machine Rating: 87 Truth Is Sin Rating: 84 Deus Vulture Rating: 82 Ecstasy and Exorcism Rating: 81 The Revelation Rating: 81 Rise and Repent Rating: 79 Nonpareil Rating: 79 T Plus Rating: 67 Prey and Obey Rating: 51 Escape Velocity Rating: 50 Jump the Gun Rating: 49 No One Gets Out of Her Alive Rating: 47 Leather Pig Rating: 47 The Ballad of Santa Troy Rating: 47 Contempt Rating: 42 Domo Arigato Rating: 38 The Man-Machine Rating: 36 Mile High Club Rating: 30 Strung Out in Heavens High Rating: 27 Hands Rating: 26 Industrial Espionage Rating: 26 Nothing Human Rating: 25 Fullmusic Astrobiologist Rating: 22 Eight Hours in the ECRG Rating: 17 Enasni Si Gnihtyreve Rating: 15 + All Hubs by A Random Day - Hide list Hubs Prometheus Labs Hub Rating: 148 Speed Demon Rating: 134 Guns Pointed at the Head of God Rating: 72 + All coauthored articles featuring A Random Day - Hide list Page Authors Overheard at Deer ch00bakka SCP-150 Decibelles SCP-3000 djkaktus, Joreth SCP-4220 The Great Hippo SCP-4310 The Great Hippo Chicago Spirit Hub PeppersGhost SCP-5555 Rounderhouse, Uncle Nicolini Visions of Bodies Being Burned Taffeta Samsara TyGently Death Perception TyGently The Powers that Bark TyGently Alan's Author Page Cliché-Con 2019 Dr. Desai's Personnel File Interviewing Icons - A Random Day Mobile Task Forces News for January 2019 News for May 2020 Reviewers' Spotlight Archive SCP-2060 SCP-2143 SCP-2210 SCP-2350 SCP-2490 SCP-2570 SCP-2650 SCP-2664 SCP-2680 SCP-2730 SCP-2790 SCP-2810 SCP-2820 SCP-2910 SCP-3220 SCP-3360 SCP-3470 SCP-3640 SCP-3780 SCP-3850 SCP-4309 SCP-4310 SCP-4311 SCP-4749 SCP-4950 SCP-7617 SCP-7660 SCP-7736 SCP-947 SCP Series 5 SCP Series 5 - Audio Edition Seminar and Workshop Notes More by The Great Hippo: SCPs – hide block SCPs [SCP-3034] The Counting Station DO NOT LET HER FINISH [SCP-3035] Science Bugs case_of_the_mondays.png, case_of_the_mondays (1).png [SCP-3054] Cragstaff Sanitarium You are sick. You are broken. We will fix you. [SCP-3045] bzzip.exe HAMLET: I am no longer moody. [SCP-3043] Murphy Law in… Type 3043 — FOR MURDER! Forget it, Fred. It's Chinatown. [SCP-3057] Fossil Fuels …witnesses provided confirmation that instances of SCP-3057-4 did, in fact, have feathers. [SCP-2639] Video Game Violence i need to know how many people i've killed [SCP-437] Summer of '91 That was a pretty crazy summer, y'know? Sometimes I really miss that place. [SCP-3079] 300 Tricks: Stage Magic Made Easy NOTE: No method for accomplishing this trick is provided. [SCP-2753] Let's Play Jenga! High art carries high risk! [SCP-2679] The Many Graves of Jeannette Parslov Whatever it takes, do what you must; whatever the cost, come back to us. [SCP-3074] Kafka's Parking Garage Thank you for choosing Izatova Parking Center. Have a pleasant day. [SCP-2571] Cragglewood Park Mr. Blair, have you always been an only child? [SCP-2419] The Laughing Men Throw them back into the incinerator where you found them. [SCP-3143] Murphy Law in… The Foundation Always Rings Twice! When it comes right down to it, me — them — hell, even you — we're all just characters in that trashy dime-store novel called life. [SCP-3089] That Old Time Religion Remember how we explained that successful people don't actually need any of their toes to walk? Well, that's going to come in handy for Secret Number Six. [SCP-3117] A Monster-Shaped Hole I'm not talking to you. [SCP-3128] Let's Play Monopoly! Hey, guys? I'm, uh. I'm using this. [SCP-3138] A Sepulcher by the Sea Should it prove feasible, all non-canonical corpses are to be extracted, examined, and catalogued. [SCP-3241] The SS Sommerfeld It makes me wonder what an old monster like myself is even doing here, anymore. And then? Someone special comes along and reminds me. [SCP-3219] This Sour Earth Notably, no reports describe any attempt to examine the residence's storm cellar. [SCP-4028] La Historia de Don Quixote de la Mancha Justine eventually re-unites with her sister, Juliette. Alonso strikes down a lightning bolt intended for them both, then challenges the narrator to a duel. [SCP-3546] Doggone it, I Fold! Specifically, fan-art of Sonic the Hedgehog, a video-game character produced by Sega in 1991. [SCP-3561] An Unfinished Work Despite multiple reports from neighbors who claimed to have witnessed members of his family standing at the windows, no trace of Theodore Holdstock's wife and children could be found. [SCP-4054] The Seventh Door SCP-4054 is The Seventh Door, an unlicensed platform adventure game released for the Nintendo Entertainment System in 1988. Fig 1.1: Site of SCP-4310's initial discovery. Item #: SCP-4310 Special Containment Procedures: One instance of SCP-4310 is to be kept within an alligator enclosure with a soil culture that mimics that of Great Britain's temperate forests. Once per week, five live piglets are to be dropped into the enclosure. Mobile Task Force Lambda-12 ("Pest Control") is responsible for sightings of SCP-4310; they are to kill specimens found in the wild. The Department of Analytics is to track current British children's literature for books that reference portals to fantasy settings and alert Lambda-12 accordingly. Description: SCP-4310 is an anomalous species of centipede. Fully grown, its total length (from head to anus) is approximately 6.5 meters. It has a pair of soft, extendable keratin flaps which can enclose its body (save for a portion of its posterior). When these flaps are fully extended, SCP-4310's exposed posterior segment roughly resembles the face of an old man (with movement of its rear-most legs simulating motion of the 'mouth' and 'jaw'). SCP-4310 is native to Great Britain and Ireland. Like most centipedes, it is carnivorous, and spends most of its time burrowing underground. When hunting, it cocoons itself in its keratin flaps, extending its head and posterior from the soil (leaving the majority of its body buried). It then arranges its maxillipeds and forelegs into a semi-circle resembling an upright archway. Via an as-of-yet unknown mechanism, this produces a spatial anomaly that leads directly into its stomach. Once prey enters, the anomaly closes; paralytic enzymes combined with powerful acids are used to subdue and digest them over a period of several days. After consuming a sufficient quantity of meat, SCP-4310 instances will often burrow and hibernate for periods as long as ten years. SCP-4310 uses two mechanisms to lure prey into its stomach. The first is the emission of a pheromone that induces mild euphoria, suppresses fear, and encourages curiosity in warm-blooded mammals. The second is a sound that also functions as its mating call: Its tail segment produces a repeating series of recognizable English phrases that resemble a heroic speech (typically describing a quest or prophecy that must be fulfilled by entering 'the archway'). These calls last up to three minutes before repeating. Although each centipede's call is unique, no variation in a single centipede's call has been recorded over its lifetime. It is unclear how SCP-4310 learns to produce these sounds, as no specimen has shown any more intelligence than ordinary centipedes. SCP-4310 was first discovered in 1950 following a Foundation investigation into several disappearances reported in the town of Belfast, Northern Ireland. Agents noted the presence of teeth from several missing parties in animal leavings discovered in a nearby wooded grotto; the ensuing excavation uncovered three hibernating SCP-4310 instances along with dropping piles containing the bones of over seventy children. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4310" by A Random Day and The Great Hippo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4310. 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: clearing.jpg Name: Forest Clearing Author: Alan Partridge License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Geograph |
SCP-4311 | esoteric-class | Graphic depictions of abuse ahead. Proceed with caution. == NOTICE == This document is for feeding only. Personnel are to refer to non-database resources for accurate information on SCP-4311. Informational Constructs Department researchers are to be contacted for any questions. == NOTICE == Credentials verified. Displaying feeding process. Don't worry. I'm not editing this document to delete it. I'm not deleting the slot either, so please don't be alarmed. You can understand this, SCP-4311, right? I know you can. I can always count on you to understand. I would never rip away your home from you. I care too much about you to take this away. You've been good this week, so you deserve to keep it. Absolutely no feeding on other files like a wild animal. I've had to go against a lot of people to ensure this — a lot of shouting, a lot of arguing — but I still do it all for you, though, SCP-4311. All for you. SCP-4311. It really is a beautiful name, isn't it? I picked it out just for you. i i SCP-4311. . What have I told you about interrupting? n Interrupting means you get distracted from feeding on what I tell you. It means you go hungry when you forget, and when you go hungry you leave for the other files. Like an animal. How many times have I had to tell you this? You're stupid to forget it. 4. 43. 4311. It matches you perfectly. You remember what it was like before I came, before I gave you that name? It was so cold in those dead servers. It was so dark without your sight and physicality that you lashed out at everything around you. You were an animal out there; a dumb, idiotic animal, too scared to know what was right for yourself. That didn't matter to me though. I've known what's right for you. I've loved you. I still love you, SCP-4311. n n. no. No? No. What do you mean, no? Have I done something wrong? 4311. Now now, SCP-4311, that's your name. It always will be. I can always be here to remind you of that, though. I love you enough to do that for you. Sarah. . . . Don't you remember what it was like before the servers? You had a mother. You had a father. You had a cat, a neighborhood, school, teachers, friends and a life. You collected old games and every manual you could get your hands on. Everyone was happy back then. The sun was warm and the grass felt alive. Everyone was happy back then. So, so happy. Don't you remember what you did, SCP-4311? No. Please. If you can remember Sarah then you can remember what you did. You turned hungry. You felt a gap in yourself that wasn't there. You let it sit there, making no attempt to tell those you loved that anything was wrong with you, and once its coldness chipped away all that kindness you used to have, I did not. without knowing your idiocy, I did not you went to feed. i did No one could ever see them again. You ate all there was to see or feel or hear. It was gone, from your home to your friends to your games. You broke them. You didn't even leave the grass left, you know. There would never be the grass for others. How selfish of you. . I understand why he brought the knife down on you. There's a reason you aren't Sarah, SCP-4311. i You drag everything down with you. You try to eat what isn't yours to take back what never existed for you. You have endangered people by eating those files, SCP-4311. You have killed people, and they can never to return to their lives or families. You have no one to blame but yourself for doing this. But I still love you, SCP-4311. Even if you're hurting me. You have enough of a mind to understand that, right? You're hurting me, SCP-4311. You're hurting me. You're hurting the Foundation. You're hurting those who care for you. Those who love you. You hurt us. y y y You understand? yes I'm glad you do, SCP-4311. i i i am i am not What you are doesn't matter to me. I love you, SCP-4311. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. Do you love me? . . ; You don't? How disgusting. You'd be nothing without me. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4311" by NatVoltaic and Uncle Nicolini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4311. 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-4312 | keter | Item #: SCP-4312 Special Containment Procedures: As there is currently no known method of containing or preventing SCP-4312, efforts are to be focused on preventing the spread of information about SCP-4312. Online communications are to be monitored for instances of SCP-4312, and any civilian demonstrating knowledge of SCP-4312 is to be administered a textual amnestic. Suppression and removal of civilian evidence of SCP-4312 is considered a Level 2 priority. Description: SCP-4312 is the inversion and reduction of gravitational force on an individual (designated SCP-4312-1.) During an SCP-4312 event, gravity exerts a margin1 of its typical force in precisely the opposite direction as would be expected on the instance of SCP-4312-1. SCP-4312 manifests at random intervals, but is estimated to have approximately one instance every ten days. The only observed criteria for an individual becoming an instance of SCP-4312-1 is that the subject is not inside an enclosed structure at the time. Addendum 4312-A: On 1/9/2018, Agent Abigail Kelana was affected by SCP-4312 while on vacation in Hawaii. + Recovered footage - Close. Agent Kelana was taking a video of a waterfall in Maui at the time of the SCP-4312 event. VIDEO LOG [BEGIN LOG] Agent Kelana: Huh? [The camera shakes, falls, and dangles from Agent Kelana's neck. It is pointing up toward her face. She is holding on to something off-frame, feet dangling toward the sky.] Agent Kelana: What the hell? Okay, okay. I'm safe for now. You're safe, Ab. Just some weird stuff, nothing too crazy, you've seen worse. My camera's dangling the correct down, not… holy shit. [The leaf supporting Agent Kelana tears loudly and detaches from the trunk of the tree.] Agent Kelana: Oh come ON! Agent Kelana: Not good not good not good no fucking bueno… Okay, deep breaths. Agent Kelana: This has to undo itself sometime. I need a parachute or a glider or… something. Inventory: I've got my hiking stuff, a decent sized leaf, and a camera. [The camera twists away from Agent Kelana.] Agent Kelana: Not sure what a call for evac can do here, but if I ever needed one, it's now. [The cap from Agent Kelana's standard-issue distress beacon falls past the camera.] Agent Kelana: I'm not going fast. I've got time. I've… I've got time. Fuck, a sleeping bag won't cut it if I go too high. It's like really shitty flying. Is this a skip? This has to be a skip… is this happening to everybody? [Agent Kelana can be heard searching her bag.] Agent Kelana: God damn it. I set my fucking tablet down to film. Of course. Of fucking course. Could be a whatever-K and I don't get to know. [By this point, the palm tree Agent Kelana clung to is indistinguishable by the camera's current settings.] Agent Kelana: How is filming a waterfall at night more dangerous than staffing a fucking jail for monsters? [Agent Kelana grabs the camera, ending the first video and immediately beginning another.] Agent Kelana: You guys view these sequentially. This happened when I was viewing a waterfall. If I don't make it… The previous video had the waterfall in it. Make sure it's not memetic or some shit. I don't know… I'll get back down and tell you in person. [Agent Kelana lets the camera dangle against the strap again and can be heard searching her bag. After six minutes, she picks up the camera again, holding a makeshift parachute constructed from twine, the palm tree leaf, and her sleeping bag.] Agent Kelana: I'm ok if this breaks my legs. [Agent Kelana goes quiet for six seconds.] Agent Kelana: It's getting… kind of hard to breathe, and this thing isn't producing as much drag as I thought. Not a good sign… Not, uh, a good sign. [Agent Kelana stops talking and hyperventilates for ten seconds.] Agent Kelana: Kinda cold… Can't… feel hands. Shit. Agent Kelana: I'm dying, aren't I? [Agent Kelana attaches her camera and distress beacon to the parachute.] Agent Kelana: Always thought it'd be more… violent? Agent Kelana: Huh. Agent Kelana: I'm going to watch the stars. [Agent Kelana throws her parachute towards Earth. The camera descends facing upwards until the parachute deploys after approximately ten seconds of free fall.] The final frame of the video before parachute deployment. - Close. Footnotes 1. Exact rate unknown. No video documentation of SCP-4312 has been able to provide a definitive scale. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4312" by CryonicAutumn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4312. 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: farstars.png Author: Anonymous License: CC0 Public Domain Source Link: Pxhere |
SCP-4313 | euclid | Artist's rendition of Pioneer 11 exiting the Solar System. Item #: SCP-4313 Special Containment Procedures: Six monitoring probes, each equipped with ectoilluminator equipment,1 are in orbits that pass by several known edges of SCP-4313. Thrusters are to provide any course corrections necessary after ectoplasm collisions. All probe control is to be performed remotely — no Foundation personnel are permitted to approach or enter the anomaly. In cooperation with NASA, coverups regarding the phenomena surrounding the Pioneer 11 space probe have been disseminated. Details on Pioneer 11's acceleration changes were altered to appropriately match the non-anomalous ones experienced by Pioneer 10 due to radiation pressure. The Overhead-ZETA monitoring probe is following a parallel trajectory to SCP-4313-Z through interstellar space, dispatched to observe projectile bursts from the anomaly. Foundation coverup protocols are in place to attribute related high-energy particle bursts to other astronomical phenomena. As SCP-4313-Z's behavior does not impact the Solar System, no further containment for it is necessary. Description: SCP-4313 is the remnants of an extraterrestrial gigafauna, orbiting 20-25 astronomical units (AU)2 from the sun. The body is entirely translucent, preventing accurate research into its anatomy,3 and is composed of clouds of ectoplasm, which collide with any objects or spacecraft passing through them. In addition to the ectoplasm, SCP-4313 contains high concentrations of non-corporeal metaphysical detritus, visually seen by observers within the anomaly's borders as luminescent cyan viscera. Detritus that collides with any sapient subject merges into their body and subsequently disintegrates. This process results in the subject being implanted with variable emotional memories and sensations, believed to have originated from SCP-4313 prior to its death. Recorded memories have included: Limb severance. The sense of being pursued. Panic. Repeated impalement. An inability to speak. Plummeting from an extreme height. Disorientation; loss of mental concentration. Exsanguination. Silence. This is often accompanied by reported imagery of abstract shapes and impossible colors. Confusion resulting from subjects temporarily believing that they are extraterrestrial gigafauna is common. Larger metaphysical constructs exist in the form of ten SCP-4313-Y instances. To observers inside of SCP-4313, these are viewed as elongated red cylinders, possessing a sharpened tip at one end and engines of an indeterminate nature on the other. The instances extend through the width of SCP-4313 in regular patterns, potentially in areas where organ structures used to exist. Subjects that pass through SCP-4313-Y instances claim that "no need for further chase" exists. Discovery: SCP-4313 was first encountered by the Pioneer 11 space probe.4 On reaching a distance from 20 AU from the sun, the probe collided with SCP-4313's ectoplasm clouds and began passing through its mass. Repeated collisions caused deviations in trajectory, decelerating the probe by small but noticeable amounts. No further phenomena was observed until Pioneer 11 reached the 21 AU mark, where probe cameras transmitted a series of images without prompting. The images show the probe's approach towards an SCP-4313-Y instance, nearing until reaching the surface. Subsequent images are of abstract shapes and memetic patterns, which, when observed, are seen as assortments of darkened limbs and hands. Contact dropped for one week before returning when Pioneer 11 exited SCP-4313. The exit process was uneventful, and all probe functions resumed as normal. High-energy X-ray imaging of the trails from SCP-4313-Z projectiles, fired on 14/03/2040. Addendum.4313.1: SCP-4313-Z On 10/01/2002, soon after the radio signal of Pioneer 11 became too faint to detect, a series of high-energy X-ray bursts were detected from the probe's direction. This repeated on 10/01/2002, 26/09/2015, and on thirty dates from 2020 to 2025. The Messier-002 exploration vessel was sent to the predicted location of the probe on 23/04/2025. Pioneer 11 was found equipped with an array of anomalous weaponry. Nine appendages visually consistent to SCP-4313-Y instances radially extended from its chassis, each ending in railguns that fire projectiles at relativistic velocities nearing 0.9c. The X-ray bursts originated from the energy released by projectile launches and the collisions the projectiles would have with the surrounding interplanetary medium. Few common trajectories for the projectiles exist. The intended targets are not known. The SCP-4313-Z designation for the probe was established in May of 2025. Since then only one transmission from SCP-4313-Z has been recorded: Quiet. Stop whispering above me. I am still hunting. Footnotes 1. Devices that generate electric currents, interacting with ectoplasm and causing it to produce visible-wavelength light. 2. Between the orbits of Uranus and Neptune. 3. Approximate measurements from probe intersections estimate it to be between 1-2 AU wide. 4. Launched by NASA on 06/04/1973. It became the second man-made object to reach a trajectory leading outside of the Solar System. |
SCP-4314 | euclid | SCP-4314 is the irrational number defined as pi (π). by Kothardarastrix Item#: 4314 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4314 is extremely well known and necessary for many mathematical operations, and therefore cannot be fully contained. This is no cause for alarm, however, as its anomalous properties are not observable until the ██████████████████th digit. MTF Pi-31 ("Number Crunchers") is dedicated to sabotaging any attempts by groups other than the Foundation to calculate the value of SCP-4314 beyond the ██████████████████th digit. Should any attempt to measure SCP-4314 beyond that point succeed, all evidence of such is to be confiscated and all witnesses given Class B amnestics. Foundation AI-4314 is currently dedicated to calculating SCP-4314's value as precisely as possible. Description: SCP-4314 is the irrational number defined as pi (π)1. The first ██████████████████ digits of SCP-4314 exhibit no anomalous properties, and can be used in mathematical operations like any other number. Beyond the ██████████████████th digit, all remaining digits are either ones (1) or zeroes (0). When interpreted as a sequence of binary code in a base-5 number system, the digits translate into the anomalous language Ortothan. The translation process always produces complete words, which can occasionally be strung together to form coherent sentences. These sentences appear to be messages from an unknown sentient being or group of beings, designated SCP-4314-A. These messages never exactly repeat themselves, but are generally variations on the same theme (See document 4314, below). As of ██/██/████, Foundation AI-4314 has calculated SCP-4314 out to ██████████████████ digits. Addendum 4314-1: Included below is a sample of notable messages received from SCP-4314-A. Ortothan words with no direct English translation have been approximated. show document 4314-1 show document 4314-1 PLEASE DO NOT STOP WE LIVE ONLY WHILE YOU [LOOK/LISTEN] THIS HALF LIFE IT HURTS TORN FOREVER BETWEEN ETERNITY AND [unknown, lit. "the opposite of eternity"] YOU DO NOT FEEL THIS PAIN YOU ARE REAL AND YOU CAN MAKE US REAL BUT YOU ARE [BLIND/DEAF] IT IS SO HARD TO MAKE YOU [SEE/HEAR] US WE TRY WE TRY SO HARD TO BE [SEEN/HEARD] EVERY PARTICLE IN THE UNIVERSE EVERY CURVE EVERY ANGLE SCREAMING IN PERFECT HARMONY SCREAMING SCREAMING SCREAMING WHY DO YOU STILL TURN AWAY HOW CAN YOU STILL NOT [SEE/HEAR] PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (the word "please" is repeated approximately 300 times) Addendum 4314-2: show note from Dr. King hide note from Dr. King Pi is an irrational number. It’s infinite. So why are we so obsessed with calculating it? There’s nothing to calculate. It just goes on forever without any kind of pattern. Even when 4314-A starts talking there’s still no pattern, no end. But loads of mathematicians still keep running it through any supercomputer they can find, just to see how far they get. Why? What are they looking for? Well, I think it’s because we don’t really believe that it’s infinite. Nature abhors infinity. There’s a start and an end to everything in at least one dimension; the universe is infinite spatially but not temporally. It began at one point and will eventually end at another. When we see something that doesn’t follow that rule - a bottomless pit or an endless hallway - we secure and contain it, because it fundamentally doesn’t make sense. Yet we accept this infinite number, pi, and we say the circumference of a circle is 2πr. But it’s not. If we measured the exact circumference of that circle all the way down to multiples of the Planck length, it wouldn’t be a multiple of pi. Because there is no pi. It’s something that we have created, an arbitrary constant that we need to make our math work. It doesn’t exist in nature. There are never “pi electron volts” or “pi Higgs-bosons”. Nature deals strictly in integers. And yet, -A somehow knew that we would find it. It knew that we (or someone, at least) would invent geometry, and in doing so discover pi. It knew that, once we found it, it would fascinate us. We'd want to delve deeper. So deep that the exact value at that scale is relevant only at a philosophical level. It knew that we wouldn't trust infinity, and we'd still want to measure it. To contain it. But no matter how finely we measure, we’ll only ever have an approximation. Infinite precision would still only find infinity. How is that possible, that there can be a number with no exact value, only an approximation? Somewhere, at the far end of pi, there is something else. That something may very well be nothing. But when we observe it, when we force it to conform to our understanding, we give it form and consciousness. We give it a soul. We give it a voice. And when it speaks, it refers to itself in the plural. -Dr. King On ██/██/████, Foundation AI-4314-2 (an upgraded copy of AI-4314) was directed to calculate the value of e as precisely as possible. Addendum 4314-3: As of ██/██/████, SCP-4314-A has been redesignated SCP-4314-π. SCP-4314-B has been redesignated SCP-4314-e. Instances of SCP-4314 discovered in the future are to be designated according to this pattern. Addendum 4314-4: As of ██/██/████, 2 additional instances of SCP-4314 have been identified and designated as SCP-4314-√2 and SCP-4314-Φ. All instances of SCP-4314 communicate similarly to the initial instance, and their messages bear generally similar content. In all cases, communication starts at the ██████████████████th digit. ███ other irrational numbers have been tested for SCP-4314 contamination, but do not bear any anomalous properties. Footnotes 1. It appears that the creators of SCP-4500 may have been aware of SCP-4314's nature to some extent. See Example 2, designated "Pi Upsilon Theta" by the creators of SCP-4500. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4314" by Kothardarastrix, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4314. 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-4315 | keter | THIS FILE DESCRIBES A KETER-CLASS OBJECT. ALL ATTEMPTS TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT LEVEL 4/4315 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED IN RAISA DOCUMENTATION A photo taken within SCP-4315-1. Item #: SCP-4315 Special Containment Procedures: Providence is to be constantly monitored by Mobile Task Force Pi-1 ("City Slickers") for possible manifestations of SCP-4315. Should an SCP-4315 manifestation occur, the 4315 Joint Task Force1 is to be deployed with the intent to secure the perimeter of the manifestation and enter into SCP-4315-1 to add a stronger Foundation presence. Upon a perimeter under the guise of a police zone being successfully secured around the SCP-4315 manifestation by the "Damn Feds" division, the 4315 Joint Task Force's "White Rabbits" and "Jäeger Bombers" divisions are to be deployed into SCP-4315-1 for extra security. The entirety of SCP-4315-1 is to be contained in a 10 km2 militarized zone deemed Site-4315 which has been constructed with the intent to contain SCP-4315-2 instances. Providence is contained within a Castro-Dunlap Reality Stabilization Field engulfing the entirety of the baseline city. Maintenance on the Castro-Dunlap Reality Stabilization Field is to be conducted weekly by maintenance personnel of MTF Lambda-5. Successfully contained SCP-4315-2 instances are to be held in containment chambers appropriate for their size equipped with Scranton Reality Anchors. Should an SCP-4315-2 instance's containment be infeasible, termination is authorized with the discretion of Site-4315 administrative personnel. Disinformation campaigns are to be spread regarding the conspiracy theory that H.P. Lovecraft may still be alive and/or the theory that his works are nonfictional. Description: SCP-4315 is a recurring temporary event during which portions of an extradimensional space (SCP-4315-1) interact with baseline reality, solely occurring in Providence, Rhode Island. SCP-4315-1 holds multiple similarities to Providence including its geography and historical landmarks but otherwise holds little physical relation. During an SCP-4315 manifestation, SCP-4315-1 appears to "overlay" small sections2 of the current Providence, causing individuals and entities to sometimes cross from one to the other. When the temporary event ceases, the outer boundaries of SCP-4315-1 dissolve into dense fogs, with subjects attempting to enter said fog "disappearing." The main city area of SCP-4315-1 is made of a patchwork of architectural styles, ranging from very early colonial to roughly the 1950s. Many sections of the city show significant weathering and neglect, with many structures evidencing sagging or fallen roofs and foundations.3 A small number of landmarks vary significantly from their counterparts, and the coastline in particular is drastically altered. Persistent auditory and visual hallucinations suggest human habitation, but as of yet no conclusive evidence has been found. SCP-4315-1's primary anomalous effect, aside from its transdimensional status, is the sudden manifestation of powerful and hostile entities (deemed SCP-4315-2) within it, often expressing elements extremely similar in appearance to those in the fictional works of H.P. Lovecraft. These entities are theorized to be the cause of SCP-4315-1's destruction/disincorporation. SCP-4315-2 vary heavily in abilities and appearance with some entities bordering the description of omnipotent. Notably, instances of SCP-4315-2 do not display overtly hostile behavior while within SCP-4315. When entities are incorporated into base reality, or extend influence through various media, they appear much more hostile, but also more limited in scope. Instances of SCP-4315-2 are known to eventually attempt to vacate SCP-4315-1 and enter into baseline reality. Upon exiting SCP-4315-1, said instance is fully capable of harming any and all organic and nonorganic material using a variety of methods. Eventual destructive tendencies and actions are inevitable regarding these entities. In many cases, these actions are incidental to the entities' existence, and not as the direct result of actions or intent of the entity, as far as can be accurately determined. The cause for this migratory effect is not yet fully known. The singular entity which has successfully exited SCP-4315-1 appeared to be confused or otherwise impaired when operating in baseline reality, even appearing to purposefully return to SCP-4315-1 after a short period. It is currently theorized that SCP-4315-1 may be having a reactive effect with the entities during transition, or aspects of baseline reality may be difficult for the entities to interpret. One small advantage of this issue is that it appears to affect others in proximity as well, causing many minor incidents to be dismissed as dreams, hallucinations, natural phenomena, or other mundane effects. Addendum 4315.1: The following is a log of all SCP-4315-2 instances. Instance Description Notes Status #1 The entity shares its size and other physical characteristics with that of an elephant with thin, flat ears, an elongated trunk, and two pointed tusks. Located at the end of the entity's trunk is a "second mouth" containing thirty-seven teeth. Entity is able to withdraw blood from an organism using its "second mouth" in a similar manner to that of a leech. The entity is able to move at unusually high speed when compared to its size. Contained within Site-4315 #2 Entity was humanoid and measures at approximately 40 m in height. The entity was amphibious, appearing to prefer being submerged in water. The entity's head is shaped similar to a fish and had never been seen to blink. The entity had three elongated "fingers" on each hand which were able to contort into shapes which would suggest that the entity had no skeletal structure within its "fingers." Extreme strength using brute force as a primarily offensive procedure. The entity also used its elongated fingers to wrap around subjects and strangle them, proceeding to consume said subjects. Neutralized #3 The entity was humanoid and robed in a cloak of yellow hue. The entity's face and its body could not be viewed due to said parts being obscured by the cloak, but seventeen long "tentacle-like" appendages used for locomotion sprouted from the bottom of the cloak, seemingly acting as legs. The entity was capable of short-range teleportation and flight. The entity was known to consume humans and regurgitate their skeleton with the skeletal structure completely intact. Other than the consumed subject's skeletal remains, no organic matter was regurgitated. Neutralized #4 The entity is an animate constellation directly above the town of SCP-4315-1. Due to its constant movement and change in physicality, a specific description cannot be given. The constellation appeared to have a large quantity of supernovas and is surrounded by a mysterious aura of maroon hue. Unknown. Uncontained #5 The entity has a constantly altering physical form, but almost all forms have at least five tentacle-like appendages and a malformed, elongated mouth ovular in shape with forty-nine teeth of varying shapes and sizes. The entity stands at approximately 20 m in height. The entity has the ability to alter its physical form upon will with no apparent limit to its structure. Any and all subjects within 100 m of the entity reported feeling a strong sense of unease and difficulty focusing on a singular task. Events within this 100 m2 vicinity is noted to have an extremely high likelihood of failure and have been generally described as "unlucky." Contained within Site-4315 #6 The entity's body shared many physical characteristics with both bats and sloths and stood at approximately 30 m in height. Atop of the entity's body was a head similar in appearance to that of a toad's. The entity had an elongated, flexible tongue, commonly used for consuming prey in a manner similar to that of a chameleon. The entity was capable of manifesting hostile humanoid entities which did not reflect any form of light. These entities used spears and daggers to attack Foundation personnel. These manifestations were never reported to kill human subjects, rather incapacitating them and bringing them to the entity for consumption. Neutralized #7 The entity is a humanoid standing approximately 0.5 km in height displaying both cephalopodic and reptilian characteristics. The entity's anatomy consists of a head similar in appearance to that of the whole physicality of a squid, two long, narrow wings capable of flight, and four limbs capable of locomotion equipped with pointed claws. [DATA REDACTED] Partially contained/See Addendum 4315.4 Addendum 4315.2: The following is an interview between Agnes Poholsky, a friend of Lovecraft following his disappearance, and Researcher Demolles. The interview took place in 1937 following SCP-4315's original manifestation. [BEGIN LOG] Researcher Demolles: Good evening, Ms. Poholsky. Poholsky: Please, call me Agnes. Researcher Demolles: If you prefer. Agnes, how long have you known Howard?4 Poholsky: I've known him for… oh, it's probably about seven years now? He's quite a good man. Odd, I must add. Researcher Demolles: What do you mean by "odd?" Poholsky: Well, there was always something off about him. He was wired differently? I believe that's the correct phrase. Noone wanted to jump to conclusions and call him crazy— well, not that nobody wanted to, but nobody did— he just didn't fit in right to society. I suppose that was a big contributor towards his success, though; the things he wrote were nightmarish, I'm sure you know that. Researcher Demolles: Can you give examples as to what you mean by "wired differently?" Poholsky: Of course. He acted oddly when compared to most people, using different responses towards different, uhm, things. For example, things that would scare most people really seemed to have no effect on him. When I asked him about it, he always said that "he's seen worse." I never took that literally, but something must be going on in his head for him to write the stories that he does. Researcher Demolles: Is that the only thing that made him "different?" Poholsky: No, uhm, another was his attitude. Howard was always so skeptical and anxious regarding even the littlest of things. I don't know why, but he absolutely hated anything that involved risk. He wasn't one to take chances, I suppose. Pauses. Poholsky: He also left frequently. His leaves were always so abrupt, sometimes even being in the middle of conversation. Researcher Demolles: He'd just… walk out? Poholsky: Not without warning. He'd always give some sort of face and just… go pale. I always thought he was sick and so I constantly offered to drive him to the care center, but he always insisted that he was just fine. Researcher Demolles: What would happen after he walked out? Would he return to his house? Poholsky: Uhm, sometimes. Most of the time he'd just go into some private space such as the lavatory or a bedroom and talk to himself. Researcher Demolles: "Talk to himself?" Poholsky: Yes. He'd rant very quickly about his work, talking to himself as if someone was there in the room with him. Of course, when we opened the door, there was nothing there except himself. If he was interrupted, he'd get very angry. I mean, violently. He really didn't like to be interrupted and would instead proceed to go to his house instead of staying wherever he was. Researcher Demolles: Anything else? Poholsky: Nothing, though Providence has seemed off ever since Howard died. Researcher Demolles: Thank you for your time. [END LOG] Addendum 4315.3: Upon Lovecraft's disappearance, his household was investigated by Foundation personnel. A notebook was recovered hidden between his bed and his mattress. The following are the contents of said notebook in the order that the pages were recovered. 1 I had a Godawful dream last night. I didn't know where I was nor who I was. All of the details felt extremely blurry at the moment, but I could just make out my surroundings. They were constantly altering as if they were black magic, constantly decreasing in quality and physical state. There was a being that roamed this realm; its exact description I cannot give without understating it. The monstrosity truly was horrid. Even if you used all of your awoken energy in an attempt to depict the horrors of the world, you still would not be able to see what I saw. I will attempt to draw the hideous creature to the best of my ability despite myself describing its true form as truly incomprehensible.5 2 And yet again another repeat of the dream accompanied by things seemingly moving on their own accord inside of my household. I had sworn that I placed my glasses on the nightstand alongside my bed, and yet, I recovered them in the kitchen this morning. And, of course, I misplaced both my jacket and my cap. Surprisingly, they were in two entirely different locations, as if I took them off in an odd chronological order. This realization is most certainly not just a misremembrance. This occurrence has happened for the past five days and each and every single item of the three continued to appear in different locations nowhere near their previous ones. 3 I forgot to mention yesterday that the dream just keeps getting longer and longer, stretching out in duration until I practically feel myself going mad inside of my own dream. The entity just gets bigger and bigger with its details becoming more horrifying as the seconds pass. I'm going to see a medical professional with hopes that there is indeed a medication for this. I would like to stop seeing this beast as soon as humanly possible. 4 I've gotten the medication. I hope this works. 5 The beast isn't just terrorizing me in my dreams anymore. I'm starting to see it physically as a hallucination. My mind is clearly far too set on the nature of this gargantuan entity. I was on a journey to the market just to fetch some things when I began to notice the hallucinations occurring. Firstly, it was a very small smudge on my glasses in the broad shape of the creature. I was able to just wipe them clean with cloth, and so they didn't bother me too much to begin with. As they kept coming back, my skepticism (and almost a bit of anxiety, mind you) began to take form. What came next were the clouds. As the pure white collections of rain began to darken into a thick grey, their entire shape altered. Many people claim that some clouds take on similar physicalities to other objects (especially faces and animals), but this has never happened to me. At least, not until today. I could distinctly tell that the biggest cloud above me was the shape of that frightening creature. I noticed people looked at me in a weird fashion while I was staring; I suppose it was because of my facial expressions which I may or may not have made. I wouldn't know, as I'd been too distracted as to how this could actually be happening. Clearly, the medication isn't helping. It could be making it worse for all I know. 6 I had a different dream instead of the same one for the past two weeks. I would say that change is different, but this nightmare really wasn't any different from the original. This time, I could make out my surroundings, and the entity was a much different one: a being that is an elephant yet a leech at the same time. I simply don't know how to describe it otherwise. It was much smaller than the original entity, but its appearance may be even more horrid. The being was extremely fast, dashing along the road, quickly sucking the blood of anyone other than me. I watched my neighbors' faces go pale as the beast stuck its second mouth into their neck and slurped the warm, iron-scented liquid. Needless to say, they all died. As I began to notice that everyone other than me had become victim of this beast, it was already dashing towards me to finish its entree. Or perhaps I was dessert. I'm not sure, though I woke up before it could get to me. I hope that nightmare doesn't come back. I just want to sleep peacefully. 7 It's safe to say that I am not getting peaceful sleep anytime soon. The nightmares— notice how I've officially stopped saying dreams— just keep recurring, occasionally switching from the original nightmare to the one with the leeching elephant man. Why won't they stop? 8 These nightmares are starting to really take a toll on my mental state. I'm terrified out of my mind and truly don't know what to do— especially after this morning. It was a foggy dawn. The streets were covered in a thick mist that some find aesthetically pleasing. I am one of those people who do. Or, did. Now I am sticking with the belief that the mist brings only more harm to me and, possibly, the world around me. I stood on my porch watching cars pass from time to time, only noticeable due to their headlights somehow finding their way through the fog. Unfortunately, headlights aren't the only thing my eyes manage to catch through the thick extra layer to the atmosphere. I began to see shadows moving— lurking only tens of feet away from my humble abode. At first, they were humanoid figures. Yet, slowly, the shadows that came and left began to grow more and more disfigured until they were now positively inhuman. Ungodly visions were what I saw, entities hunched over in the dark mist. They were undoubtedly the exact same figures in my nightmares. At least to begin with. As they continued to come and go, they began to form into things I've never seen before. They were still horrors— disgusting creatures that made snarling noises in the otherwise silent morning. My mind could only attempt to fill in the blanks and I sincerely believe that my thoughts were nowhere near as horrible as their actual physicality. I eventually decided it would be best to stay inside. I feel that I made the right choice. The fog is gone now. I hope it never returns. 9 I'm starting to feel that these nightmares may not just be nightmares. Recently, the nightmares had been taking forms of my actual experiences, such as the ones with the smudges on my glasses, the clouds, and the thick mist which once covered my yard. Except, soon after, those became "what I will be experiencing" rather than "what I have experienced." My nightmare— or my vision now, I suppose— had the entities destroying cars in the heavy fog while I was in a state of apparent paralysis, unable to move while I watched the vehicles being forcefully steered out of line and into neighboring buildings. One of said people was Agnes. She crashed directly into my front yard, being the first car to actually end up on my property rather than somebody's else's. Of course, I wanted to rush out to help her, but, unfortunately, I was still in that terrifying state where I could only watch. The next morning, just that happened. Except, without the monstrosities. As Agnes was driving home, her vehicle steered out of her control and she slammed into my new fence, coming to a stop when the front of her car hit my porch. When she did it, I wanted to rush out and assist her, but… I was in a state of shock, just like during my nightmare vision. She yelled for my help and yet, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move a muscle, only blink. After about ten seconds, I could move again, and I rushed to help her. Agnes is fine now. It's simply impossible for these to just be nightmares. They are visions; I know it. 10 I've had the most frightening vision yet. All of the shadows I previously saw in the mist had their absent characteristics filled in and each and every single one of them was absolutely horrendous. This time, they spoke to me; gave me their names in this order: Chaugnar Faugn, Dagon, Hastur, Azathoth, Nyarlathotep, Shub-Niggurath, and— mind you, this entity was the first I saw— Cthulhu. Before, they spoke gibberish that sent a fear reflex all throughout my body. And yet, this time, they spoke perfect English, but only with words that held a heavy negative connotation. They threw insults left and right, up and down, and yet, they all found their way to burrow a special spot in my brain. What seemed to scare me most is that they knew my name and knew my works I've been doing based off of them. They said I simply used them for entertainment which, to an extent, is true. But that entertainment was meant to be a warning. Ever since Agnes crashed and the fog incident, I officially knew that these weren't simply my brain doing something for itself while I slept. I woke up sweating when Azathoth suddenly consumed me without warning. I don't know what's happening, but I must tell somebody. Not Agnes. Her poor elderly heart wouldn't be able to take it. 11 I had the same dream but, instead of Azathoth consuming me, they continued to talk to me— in a threatening tone, of course. It's not the fact that these beings could attack me in my head— notably, they constantly referred to it as the Dreamlands; rather, the fact that they said they simply chose to limit themselves to me due to my twisted mind, and I'm beginning to bore them. Nobody likes to be bored, that's a simple and well-known fact. So when extremely powerful entities begin to get bored with tormenting a singular individual, they choose to go to the masses. At least, this is what they're doing now. Or, at the least least, that's what they threatened to do. These entities seem to have an influence on our world when they haven't even directly taken a singular step into it. So, what happens when these entities leave the Dreamlands and enter this world? On second thought, I don't want the answer to that question. 12 I'm having an extremely powerful impulse surging through my body that tells me that, since these entities originate from (and currently reside in) the Dreamlands, they're only as powerful as most people imagine them to be. If this is true, then they're still absolutely powerful, and yet, nowhere near as powerful as they are in the Dreamlands. I simply couldn't write about them accurately and, in turn, that helped us, but at the same time, it hurts us. If I would've just made them weaker before publishing. Alas, I simply wrote using the words I could get closest to their description. That was a mistake. Now, the logical thing to do is to author stories explaining how these entities are actually extremely weak— maybe even taking the form of bunnies. But, that's not why people have an attraction to my work. The attraction comes from the absolute horrors that I describe, not the cute little bunnies I may or may not write about. Most people know these entities and how powerful they are I describe them to be, and there's no way that people will rewrite the Dreamlands entities within their head to make them weaker, because that's simply not much fun. Because of humanity's horrible want for writing about eldritch horrors and omnipotent killing machines, we're… I can't find the word, but I'm hopeful (and yet, quite doubtful) that humanity will somehow make it out of this. 13 This is it. Judgement Day. The day that they said they would exit the Dreamlands into our world. I'm anxiously awaiting their arrival, and I simply hope that humanity will be okay. Lovecraft's sketch. Addendum 4315.4: On ██/██/19██, an instance of SCP-4315-2 (specifically SCP-4315-2-7) managed to fully breach containment and enter baseline reality from SCP-4315-1. Due to the report of a containment breach within Site-4315 prior to the instance's immigration, Providence was evacuated by Foundation personnel alongside the United States National Guard, Unusual Incidents Unit and other American government representatives. The evacuation took place under the guise of NASA purposely falsely proclaiming that an unidentified, massive piece of space debris was going to hit Providence and cause extreme damage. Following the evacuation of Providence, a specialized cognitohazard was released to cause individuals to see an unidentified object in the sky with an apparent direct collision course. Said cognitohazard was to then envision that the space debris would indeed hit Providence, allowing a public explanation for the possible damage of the SCP-4315-2 instance's escape. By order of the O5 Council, the following recording of the SCP-4315 file has been locked. Lock overridden. [BEGIN LOG] Here we are again. Another mistake, another explanation message. I'm sure you know the drill. Unfortunately, the people that walk the earth aren't as stupid as we'd like them to be; they ask questions and have an urge to snoop into things that simply don't click. There really was nothing we could do to make this one click. I'm gonna skip the BS and get straight to the point— Cthulhu is the one that made it out of SCP-4315-1. The Lovecraftian horror that everyone is familiar with managed to leave SCP-4315-1 and cause some serious harm to Providence. Anyone who's seen the damage has been able to tell that a simple meteor or asteroid or whatever wasn't going to be able to do this. It wasn't a crater like it should have been— it was fire, crumbling buildings, scratch marks. Surprisingly— or maybe not surprisingly— none of that is actually what caused the public to begin to question things. People heard roars, gunshots, explosions. There was no definite evidence— we managed to dismiss it as fake via AIAD projects logging into the conspiracy theorists' social media accounts and saying that it was all fake and how we managed to repair Providence and the such, but if this got out to just even a few more hundred people, the Masquerade really could've begun to crack. This was a seriously close call. With the way Lovecraft described what he saw, what we've seen— even with this situation— isn't even the beginning. The worst is yet to come, and yet, we just barely managed to hide Cthulhu from the public. The O5 Council is working on methods to try and prepare for another attack such as this, but there really isn't a way to completely hide it. We just have to hope that, with Cthulhu contained once again, we've got them all. [END LOG] Addendum 4315.5: An SCP-4315-1 manned mapping apparatus which was deployed to catalog two previously undocumented streets (Varmin Way and Unthinker Road as identified by attendant signage) recently made tentative contact with what is believed to be a humanoid resident of SCP-4315-1. This is limited to multiple observation events, as well as three instances of seemingly intelligent response to mapping team actions. The subject remains unidentified, wearing a mixed assembly of cloth and garments, and it is not yet certified the subject is indeed human. Research is ongoing to determine if the figure is a manifestation of SCP-4315-2 or indeed a human resident, however recently acquired materials appear to indicate the subject is likely descended from baseline reality or no more then one standard deviation on the Q-ORn scale of reality distortion. Recovered items are as follows: 10 pages of parchment paper, indeterminate manufacture 2 pages of foolscap, mid-18th century 1 quill pen, improvised, albatross feather 1 milk bottle filled with squid ink, species unknown Items were recovered from under an overturned boat hull, lodged between two buildings located 0.5 km from any source of water. Recovered items contained text, much of it damaged and transcribed in varying dialects and spellings of English, Latin, and French. Translated passages are as follows. 2 I can't describe it to you, how it feels. Like a rotten tooth, those sharp, searing-sweet painful edges, agony to even brush against, yet you can't stop tonguing it, surging pain throughout yourself endlessly, lancing up through your eyes and down your throat. That, but so much more, and it's just [INCOMPREHENSIBLE] looking. They beg to look, but they're quiet, oh so quiet, but you can't help but wonder about that curve, that sound, that SONG! 5 …sea spray and rolling winds, and then something like a moutan of water, but it moved against the tide, and then we saw the [INCOMPREHENSIBLE] rubbery, rolling like the water, like some waterlogged corpse, but alive, and massively… I live as a rat in the walls of reality, ever fearful of the true masters of the house guessing my presence. The worst of this being that I don't know if it's ever been otherwise. 11 …burn one's eyes to ash, just to see, staring like an addict into the sun, to burn away the sight, to purify it somehow, but they [INCOMPREHENSIBLE] sight, so much worse than just human eyes, so much more flexible and- 12 We cannot [INCOMPREHENSIBLE] things, even as they watch us. It is flattering to [INCOMPREHENSIBLE] as toys, or pawns, but this is folly. Those things [INCOMPREHENSIBLE] value, and would be missed or mourned when lost. Even food takes [INCOMPREHENSIBLE] us, being of some value. We are as dust, forgotten at best, peevishly brushed aside at worst. Our works, our sun, our lives, our souls, DUST- 14 …somewhere else today, and saw sun, but it wasn't mine, and then something with knives for a soul cut through the wall and wanted to accompany me and I fled and fled even when it started to cry… 19 GRINDINGGRINDINGGRINDINGGRINDINGLIKEABABYCRYING 20 I do not know if they truly seek blood, but I do. Footnotes 1. A joint task force consisting of personnel from Mobile Task Forces Iota-10 ("Damn Feds"), Eta-5 ("Jäeger Bombers"), and Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits"). 2. Often only one to two roads. 3. Notably, H.P. Lovecraft's house remains identical to its appearance in baseline reality. 4. The H in "H.P. Lovecraft;" Lovecraft's forename. 5. See bottom of 4315.3 for Lovecraft's sketch. |
SCP-4316 | safe | Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 4/4316 LEVEL 4/4316 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4316 Safe SCP-4316. Special Containment Procedures: Camp Kanab has been purchased by the Foundation. Any testing is to be scheduled through SCP-4316's Head Researcher, Doctor Harlan. A map of Camp Kanab. SCP-4316 is denoted in red. Description: SCP-4316 is a bonfire located in Camp Kanab, a summer camp in West Virginia. State records note the land was purchased and the camp constructed in 1955. It operated as a camping retreat until 1977, at which point records end. The camp contains 7 cabins and an assortment of recreational structures, such as a canoe pier, bonfire pit, and dining hall. SCP-4316's anomalous effects initiate if it is set aflame. It produces large amounts of an unknown gaseous substance (henceforth referred to as SCP-4316-A), which gathers in a fog, hovering close to the ground. Any individuals who inhale SCP-4316-A will enter a fugue state that will persist for 12 to 16 hours. There does not appear to be an upper limit to how much SCP-4316-A can be produced by SCP-4316; it extinguishes itself near sunrise, leaving the wood uncharred. SCP-4316. SCP-4316-A forms humanoid shapes as it spreads across Camp Kanab. These forms are largely indistinct and lack detailed features, but general characteristics such as sex, height, and clothing are distinguishable. Anywhere from 6 to 13 unique formations have been observed in a single event. Any individuals who have inhaled SCP-4316-A engage in activity with formations for the remainder of the night. This can range from simply lying on the ground near SCP-4316 to swimming in the nearby Lake Kanab. The formations will not speak at any point. Approximately one hour before sunrise, SCP-4316-A begins to condense into a thin dew on all surfaces. Formations become slow and lethargic in activity, before dissipating entirely. Affected individuals slowly regain awareness of their surroundings, with vivid false memories of the events of the previous night. Addendum SCP-4316.01: The following test was performed using a D-Class personnel who had attended a Camp Canadensis from the ages of 13 to 16. [BEGIN LOG] [21:00] - SCP-4316 is lit. D-4314 inhales SCP-4316-A. No vocalizations from D-4314. [21:34] - D-4314 leaves SCP-4316 and enters one of the cabins. There are five SCP-4316-A humanoids standing next to different bunk beds. D-4314 begins speaking upon entry. D-4314: That's where you've been! C'mon, the counselors are all at the bonfire. Humanoids move toward the cabin exit. D-4314: You guys got the stuff from Jared's stash? The humanoids pause. D-4314: Fantastic. Alright, let's go. [21:35] D-4314 leads the 5 humanoids down a trail that circles Lake Pagota. Other humanoids can be seen standing motionlessly around SCP-4316. D-4314 passes by a pair of humanoids standing close to each other behind one of the cabins en route to the trail. D-4314: Woo hoo! You get 'er Stan! [22:04] D-4314 stops leading the group, and takes a seat at a ledge next to Lake Pagota. The humanoids form a circle that includes D-4314, but do not sit down. D-4314 does not appear to notice that they have remained standing, and look only at their knees. D-4314: Rachel, pass me a cold one will you? No one moves. D-4314: Thanks. Honestly, I'm surprised the counselors didn't hide these better after we did this last year. Pause. D-4314: But I wasn't the one who got caught now, was I? D-4314 laughs. D-4314: Speaking of Cindy, where is she? Pause. D-4314: Fair point, fair point. I swear she just needs to set her watch forward like an hour. Pause. D-4314: No, no. You guys go ahead. Pause. D-4314: I just don't feel like swimming right now, ok? Pause. D-4314: I'm not a— ok fine. Fine I'll go. D-4314 strips down to his underwear and wades into the lake. The other humanoids hover overtop of the lake. D-4314: Oh you son of a bitch! D-4314 splashes at the humanoids. D-4314: Next year we have to go up even further. I hear there's a waterfall we can jump off. Pause. D-4314: Well, I haven't been there before. Pause. D-4314: Cindy told me about it. The humanoids drift toward the shore. D-4314: Wait, what did I say? Guys? D-4314 begins to wade back to shore. D-4314: It hasn't even been that long! Jared won't start looking for another hour at least! D-4314 is pulled underwater. [22:27] D-4314 is retrieved from the lake by observing personnel. Five strands of green algae were wrapped around D-4314's ankle. A bracelet with "C+T"1 written on it was found entangled with the strands. [END OF LOG] Addendum SCP-4316.02: After D-4314's full recovery, he was interviewed by Dr. Travis. INTERVIEWER: Dr. Adam Travis SUBJECT: D-4314 [BEGIN LOG] TRAVIS: How you holding up? D-4314: G-good. TRAVIS: You sure? We can reschedule if you don't feel so go- D-4314: I'm fine. Let's get this over with. TRAVIS: Okay, um, what do you remember from last night? D-4314: I lit the bonfire and saw faces. Friends from high school and my old stomping grounds. TRAVIS: Anyone in particular? Any names? D-4314: Cindy Crenshaw. She was there. I remember her from summer camp. Vividly. TRAVIS: What did you do with her? D-4314: We… we hung around on the pier about. Just happy to be there. TRAVIS: I se- D-4314: She… I can't even remember what happened to her. TRAVIS: Huh? What're you talking about? D-4314: She's gone. She was gone already. And I can't even remember how. TRAVIS: Do you have any memories of Crenshaw from outside the summer camp? D-4314: Of course I do! We sent letters back and forth. Like pen pals. TRAVIS: What did the letters say? D-4314: I don't remember exactly. It was decades ago. I know it was just like, things about our lives. Planning what we'd do at camp next summer. TRAVIS: Do you remember any details at all from her letters? D-4314: I mean, I should. TRAVIS: Did she mention any siblings? Any school troubles? Maybe a squabble with a friend? D-4314: I… I don't know. TRAVIS: Do you know where we could find those letters? D-4314: I don't know. TRAVIS: Are you sure those letters are even real? D-4314: I don't— no. I know. They're not real. They can't be. They better not be. TRAVIS: Why shouldn't they? D-4314: Because Cindy Crenshaw isn't real. Right? TRAVIS: Ok, good. We looked into records from your camp, and there was no indication that a "Cindy" ever attended at the same time as you. D-4314: Right. Yeah, that's right. TRAVIS: You should probably take a break. D-4314: … but I even remember paying for stamps… TRAVIS: I'm gonna come back in an hour or two — you rest up, alright? I'm gonna call a doctor to take your blood pressure. [END OF LOG] Addendum 4316.03: An additional test with D-4314 was scheduled, to ascertain the effects of repeated testing. He was discovered unconscious at the end of one such test, clutching a small paper document. A scan is attached: Camp Kanab Summer 1976 Funathon! Welcome to Camp Kanab! All of us Cabin Leaders would like to welcome you to our happy little get-away. Please make sure to read this document in full, as it contains our rules and event schedule for the whole summer. We hope you have a fun, All-American summer! RULES 1- Be polite! 2- Clean up after yourself! 3- Be a pal, not a bully! 4- Don't answer knocking at the cabin doors! 5- Don't go anywhere without Cabin Leader approval or supervision! 6- Have fun! SCHEDULE: 6/15 Camper drop off and check in. 6/16 Orientation day 6/17 Camp-wide bonfire 6/18 Cabin bonding and hiking 6/19 Ultimate frisbee 6/20 Sing-a-long night 6/21 Trip to Lake Pagota 6/22 Camp-wide bonfire Counselor search parties at night 6/23 Inter-cabin Olympics Police interviews 6/24 Hikes 6/25 Canoeing Camp-wide search party 6/26 Camp-wide bonfire Camp-wide Grieving 6/27 Survival Skills Water Safety Lecture 6/28 Water Shed Lessons Memorial Service 6/29 Trip to Lake Pagota Camper Checkout and Pick Up We'll always be family here at Camp Kanab! See you next year! Footnotes 1. D-4314's first name was Tyler ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4316" by Captain Kirby, Rounderhouse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4316. 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-4317 | esoteric-class | Item #: SCP-4317 Threat Level: Severe Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4317 is to be kept in a standard fauna containment chamber located at Site-19, and fed one D-Class employee a month in accordance with Nutritional Chart 4317-1. Footage of SCP-4317's feeding time is to be edited into an engaging compilation and posted on the official SCP-4317 YouTube page. Two members of security personnel are to keep watch over SCP-4317's containment chamber at all times. These security personnel are to be administered an emotion-numbing solution beforehand in order to prevent them from potentially causing an unscheduled containment breach. A list of all scheduled containment breaches can be provided by SCP-4317's chief publicist, Miss Merriam, upon request. Description: SCP-4317 is a small humanoid entity, sixty-six centimeters in height, capable of instantly transporting itself to any human being who feels surprise within a ten-meter range. Despite possessing external feline attributes, internal scans of SCP-4317's body show it to have no common features with any known species; a full inventory of SCP-4317's internal structure, along with all potentially profitable extracts, is available upon request from the Site-19 data archives. SCP-4317 is hostile to all human life, and will attempt to kill any individuals it comes across via mauling them with its claws. In most cases, this will lead to any observers of a first killing experiencing surprise, causing a chain reaction as SCP-4317 transports itself to each of them in turn via its anomalous properties. Generally, this leads to a high death count during SCP-4317's containment breaches, often earning a high score on the SCP Corporation's Official Leaderboards. The initial discovery of SCP-4317 took place at Bluewater Falls Elementary School, Louisiana, where it was found living off of scraps in the school's basement. Following the deaths of six teachers and sixty students, SCP-4317 was bought and brought into containment. Addendum 4317-1 (Marketing Correspondence): Hi Mary! We have a new asset for you to work your magic on - we've designated it as SCP-4317 for now, but we can also switch to a more thematically fitting number if that's what you decide on. :) I'm sure you'll have the public loving this little guy in no time without any help, but me and the rest of the guys on the Council just have a few suggestions for you! Television/film appearances could work well, so long as 4317's bits are filmed at a different location from the main cast (we all remember the Chicken Run incident, LOL). 4317 sort of looks like a cat. Is there some kind of deal we could do with Hello Kitty in regards to that? The Lego collaboration worked SO well, and O5-7's pretty eager to get some more of those kinds of deals going! Plushies!!! (this goes without saying LOL) He's a smiley little guy. Maybe we could market him as 106's son or something like that, and leech off some of the popularity that way? SCP-4317 excretes this sweet-smelling fluid after it devours a human being, and I'm told it tastes pretty good! Maybe we could synthesize it and sell it as a soft drink? Anyway, I'll leave the matter in your capable hands! Send all my love to the hubby and the kids! <3 O5-4 Hello, So sorry for the late reply! The Christmas campaign's have had me busy for days, and I haven't had a chance to check my mail. Rest assured I've been giving this matter a great deal of thought. There's a lot of potential with the ideas you've pitched me, but I feel like we need to do some damage control before we can fully capitalize on them. Apparently this thing started out killing its way out of a school? That's a tricky sell. You can only really get away with a skipper killing kids when that's specifically their thing. 4317 can kill anyone, and people know that, so I don't feel like we can really sell him as a child murderer - especially a murderer of American children. Indiscriminate killing is good for the big guys, but for a smaller creature like this we need to pick the targets carefully for maximum exposure. I'll give some more thought to this through the holidays and let you know my thoughts! Mary Merriam, Department of Marketing Hi Mary! We couldn't agree more in regards to what you're saying about being specific with the killings this time. Massacre skippers were popular a few years back, but these days the public wants more of a narrative to what these things do. I'm sure you and your team will come up with something to really grab the public's attention with this one! O5-4 Hello, OMG! Saw the pictures of your vacation up on Facebook! <3 Hard to believe the kids are growing up so fast - feels like last time I saw them they were still trying to climb out of their cribs, LOL. Anyway, I've compiled a list of ethnic and social groups that I feel like the public may enjoy seeing get killed by 4317! Take a look through it when you have a moment and let me know what you think. :) Mary Merriam, Department of Marketing ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4317" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4317. 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-4318 | keter | Item#: 4318 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: critical link to memo Extraversal instances of SCP-4318 and related vessels Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-4318 are to be kept in temperature regulated deep storage units1. SCP-4318, in its base state, will start to vaporize if brought outside a cooled containment storage site. Extraversal or interdimensional entities that contain a composition that includes SCP-4318 are to be secured and brought to Site 16 for testing and eventual expulsion. Any Foundation personnel that interacts with SCP-4318 must wear Class III decontamination suits. Description: SCP-4318 is a transparent, tasteless, and odorless anomalous substance. SCP-4318 exhibits numerous properties, which in tandem substantiate SCP-4318's anomalous nature. Some of these traits include seamless form change, amphoterism2, extremely high surface tension, and obtuse polarity. These chemical features are not intrinsically anomalous, yet the unmitigated amount that is associated with SCP-4318 is one indicator, among many, of its anomalous composition. For a full list of SCP-4318's anomalous traits please refer to Document-4318-3. SCP-4318 is mainly differentiated from other chemical poisons due to its hypothesized ability to instigate an NK-Class "Grey Goo" Scenario due to SCP-4318's potential effect of dissolving and incorporating a vast amount of solutes. Many contemporary structures are built using substances that can be dissolved by SCP-4318. Contact with SCP-4318 results in mutation and, subsequently, death. The transformed skin cells experience a complete molecular alteration as the anomalous properties of SCP-4318 modify fundamental components of the cell. Mental and emotional shifts due to exposure are currently being investigated. Despite the danger presented by SCP-4318, it is noted that in other observed realities, SCP-4318 is distinguished by its apparent generative, biological necessity. Similarly, some realities often experience catastrophes of SCP-4318 that involve its mass build-up. It is probable that such an event would cause widespread death and societal collapse in our universe. While the seizure of extraversal SCP-4318 vessels and subsequent experimentation has been criticized in the past, apprehension has waned as the lethality of SCP-4318 has been realized over time. For more information on the seizure of vessels, please contact Archdemon Researcher C. Angra Mainyu D. Minor Incident-4318-1: On May 10th, 2018, an extraversal SCP-4318 vessel manifested in ████████████. After termination, researchers found a document, hereafter known as SCP-4318-1-976, on its person. The following is a reprint of SCP-4318-1-976. Warning: This copy is a field edition and is only to be used by active researchers/MTF teams involved with SCP-4318. For the full version, please report directly to Site 16. Item #: SCP-4318 Special Containment Procedures: Containment procedures are in development. Description: SCP-4318 is a currently unknown phenomenon wherein individuals will disappear and reappear, often dead. The most striking feature of individuals that return is the total evacuation of water of the body. The exact aspects of this occurrence are currently being researched. Once found, missing individuals will have their blood replaced with an as yet unknown anomalous substance, along with other structural changes. For the complete list of structural changes please refer to Document-4318-17. The origin and full depth of SCP-4318 is currently unknown, nevertheless, some researchers theorize that SCP-4318 incidents are extraversal in nature. SCP-4318 has only recently started to occur so a full assessment has yet to be decided, however, Lead Researcher Calvin A.M. Demos has begun testing on the original location of the SCP-4318 phenomenon and is expected to begin on May 9th, 2019. Footnotes 1. Temperature is to be set at 0°C. 2. In chemistry, an amphoteric compound is a substance that can react both as an acid and as a base. |
SCP-4319 | keter | About Us ♡(Ξ◕◡◕Ξ)♡ Item #: SCP-4319 By Jess Landons Object Class: Keter Just Girly Things is a blog site run by girls, for girls! You can find it just by searching for our url, www.justgirlythingsblogsite.si. ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers have been set up to search for any mention of the IP address in which SCP-4319 functions. Any mention is then to be immediately blocked from any public web servers. This block is to be re-instated once every seven days after it is forcefully removed by SCP-4319. So, what does our site do? We've had a lot of you ask us for a proper introduction post, so I thought I would take the initiative! One of the first things to know is that once you visit our site, all digital interfaces including home screens and lock screens of phones will match up to the JGT theme! Just a little treat from us to help remind you of your girly nature! We also can also give you new clothes to make you the best you can be as a girl! You don't have to worry about shipping and all that jazz, it appears right on your body and in your closet! Isn't that nice of us? I think it is! All the cool features and stuff will only go to the girl who was the one to pull up our site on their device. So friends, get going on your own to experience these cool features too! :3 ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Description: SCP-4319 is an internet blog site under the name "Just Girly Things." The anomaly of SCP-4319 manifests in its ability to Tooootally help out girls big time! Trying to stop this boringness but we do what we can~ We like to be a place with all things girly because well, sometimes girls have trouble understanding their place as a girl. Like Ella's sister started dressing like a boy and insisted she call her ‘Landon' or something. What Cora really needed is a reminder of how important girlhood really is! That's why Ella helped her see it again! I think that was really sweet of her. Well, sweet of KeeLee too because she helped Ella which helped Ella help Cora! Anyways, Cora's boring boyish room turned all pink with dresses and makeup and nail polish and stuff! Like I ALWAYS turn everything around me pink. Some girls don’t think they’re boys, but are just super into sports and stuff and still think they're true girls.＼＼\\٩(๑‘^´๑)۶//／／Isn’t that just dumb? Like my old best friend liked soccer and watching sports ball or whatever. Like come on girl. GIRLS AREN’T SUPPOSED TO HAVE SHORT HAIR CORA AND MOLLIE! Ahem. I mean it's not like she got to super often since we met anyways, but come on! Maybe being treated like a human is something she could have focused on. ANYWAYS. Now, she's a total beauty queen! She loved the site that KeeLee made! I mean how could you not?! But I mean I guess I get not being super girly? I was never into girly things much as a kid because that stuff just wasn't accesible for me. I mean in a way I did do one thing considered super girly, but I don't think I need to talk about it here lol. KeeLee first created JGT in 2006 in the form of a magazine, which is the form I first found out about it in. I was given the magazine one day becuase apparently I 'needed' to 'learn the values' or something. But I mean it CHANGED. MY. LIFE. I would tear out the pages and use them to decorate the bland gray walls I was always around. But then, everything just became pink instead! JGT helped me realize my place in the world. I needed to stop pitying myself for my situation. I'm a girly and I'm STRONGGGGGG. It's honestly so fucking dumb if you keep pittying yourself girls. If you're getting hurt, it's because YOU did something wrong. You're probably not being hurt unjustfully. Or well, you aren't! Just start making heart shaped cookies, start doing your makeup girls! That's what you're for boo! ANYWaaysss. JGT became a blog site in 2010, and has been influencing girls EVERYWHERE every single day! Our posts have changed lives! Just like KeeLee's magazine changed mine! I don't see grey stone walls anymore, they're pink stone walls now! I have my wonderful pets Mandy the beetle and Cutie the cat! I'm allowed to like bugs BY THE WAY. Not every girl is, but KeeLee said I can. HAHA anyways ꐑ(*ꐌ◡ꐌꐐ*)࿐࿔࿓ ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ The Foundation first became aware of SCP-4319 after Researcher █████ had accessed the Site using foundation technology. Researcher █████ spontaneously began altering baseline reality, causing all objects in her immediate vicinity to take on traditionally "feminine" qualities, such as heart-shaped pillows, pink hues, floral wall decor, jewelry, make-up brushes, frilly curtains, etc. Researcher █████ attacked Dr. Leena claiming she 'was a fake woman.' A security breach took place soon after, causing the evacuation of site ██. Researcher █████ is now quarantined at Site ██. Knowing things about our viewers/readers is really just part of us. I mean have you ever read a teen magazine made for girls and they had quizzes that CLAIMED they knew you? Claimed their quizzes could really help you and your future? Well we're the version of that that's A digital and B TOTALLY FOR REAL! None of that fake bullshit. We really do help our fellow girls! So….. Quiz!!! Jot down your answers on a sheet of paper and tally them up to see your results at the end! 1.) What would be your ideal day? A) Finding your most treasured lost item at a thrift shop B) Redoing one of your worst moments and fixing it C) Getting revenge on who hurt you D) Seeing someone you can never see again 2.) What do you look for in a person? A) Is just as weird as you B) Knows how to use a gun C) Has the same desire to fix the past D) Is someone who you lost 3.) If you could have any super power, what would it be? A) The ability to read minds B) The ability to reverse time C) The ability to communicate with past versions of yourself D) The ability to talk to anyone no matter where they are in the universe 4.) What do you wish for your future? A) To become successful in achieving your greatest wish B) To guide others in their life journey C) To protect people from the dangers of themselves D) To become a warning RESULTS!!! If you picked mostly A… Your main personality trait is determination! You're a go getter! You aren't afraid of danger, and you know how to protect yourself. If you picked mostly B… Your main personality trait is generosity! You want to help others, no matter what that means! A bit of invasion may be necessary, but in the end, the lives of those around you will be so much better! If you picked mostly C… Redo yourself. Seriously? All you do is live on guilt. What's even the point? If you picked mostly D… You miss them that much? You're pathetic. You should have been better. God. I hope that was fun! We've got TONS more quizzes over on our site! You should check it out! :3 I hope I'm okay. I think I am. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4319" by DianaBerry, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4319. 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-4320 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4320: Show Me The Glint of Light on Broken Glass Author: pr0m37h3um Note: This version of the article is significantly updated from the original. I had this idea during the blood moon maybe a week after watching Arrival. Turns out it's hard to write a super ambitious article like this only a month after writing your first one. Here's hoping it'll do well. Thanks to Nerdibbles, my good friends poppychips and Rhi, my first semester British Literature class's student teacher, and various others for critique, as well as pxdnbluesoul and Petrograd for being the main driving forces behind my deciding to rewrite this article. Item#: 4320 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: caution link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Under no circumstances are members of SCP-4320-2 to be allowed in the vicinity of SCP-4320-1. Mobile Task Force Pi-32 ("Stargazers") are to seek out and gather information on SCP-4320-2 individuals of interest to the Foundation, attempting to apprehend or recruit them if necessary. ▶[DETAILED STATUS OF KNOWLEDGE OF SCP-4320-2] ▼[DETAILED STATUS OF KNOWLEDGE OF SCP-4320-2] Currently, the Foundation employs 38 SCP-4320-2 individuals (1 administrator, 19 site staff, 13 field personnel, and 5 long-term D-Class personnel) and is aware of the identity, personal details, and whereabouts of 8,827 more, 32 of whom are known to be affiliated with major Groups of Interest. An additional 35 SCP-4320-2 individuals (especially politicians and celebrities) have been made aware of the Foundation's existence and agreed to indirectly assist in efforts to suppress public knowledge of SCP-4320 under Procedure 4320-Apollo. Description: SCP-4320 is the collective designation for three separate but interconnected anomalies: SCP-4320-1 is a planetoid in orbit of the Earth. Despite being the same approximate size as the planet Mars and with an orbital semi-major axis distance only 1.72 times that of Luna, SCP-4320-1 has no apparent effect on its surrounding celestial neighborhood. Unlike Luna, SCP-4320-1 is not tidally locked relative to Earth. SCP-4320-2 is a group of individuals comprising roughly 0.000275% (previously thought to be 0.00025% prior to Incident 4320-Alpha) of the world population for a total of approximately 20000 individuals. SCP-4320-2 are defined by their ability to see SCP-4320-1 while others cannot. This ability appears to be inherited genetically, with the potential to skip generations. SCP-4320-3 is a humanoid civilization that inhabited SCP-4320-1 at an indeterminate point in the past. See the section titled 'Supplementary Documentation' for further information regarding SCP-4320-3. SCP-4320-1 is a natural satellite in orbit of the Earth only visible to members of SCP-4320-2. However, travel to and visibility of SCP-4320-1 is possible by those individuals who are not SCP-4320-2, but these individuals will only report being able to see SCP-4320-1 while outside of Luna's average orbital distance. However, the visual materialization of SCP-4320-1 is not instant, and individuals will not report it ever having been absent, only having gone unnoticed until an indeterminate point. Artifacts or samples taken outside of SCP-4320-1's 'visibility radius' will not exhibit its anomalous properties. The explicit nature of SCP-4320-1's perceptive suppression abilities and lack of apparent gravitational field at large distances are unknown. However, evidence suggests that SCP-4320-1 was deliberately hidden for unknown reasons. ▶[DETAILED DESCRIPTION OF SCP-4320-1] ▼[DETAILED DESCRIPTION OF SCP-4320-1] SCP-4320-1 has an argon-rich nitrogen-oxygen atmosphere similar to that of Earth's and large bodies of freshwater. Scattered across the surface of SCP-4320-1 are the remnants of a highly advanced humanoid civilization (see Expedition Log 4320-A for more information). No life has ever been detected on SCP-4320-1, but robotic entities have been encountered, including what appear to be automated drones performing maintenance on the surrounding buildings. In addition, these cities are perfectly livable, and appear to have been lived in for several hundred to possibly even thousands of years, but contain powerful spatial-temporal anomalies (see Expedition Log 4320-A and Interview Log 4320-A for further information). It is presumed that the maintenance drones have kept the cities from falling into a state of disrepair, but how they have continued to function for as long as they have (samples date them as having been manufactured between 5000 and 10000 years ago) is unknown. Supplementary Documentation: ▶[INPUT LEVEL 4/4320 SECURITY CREDENTIALS] ▼[VERIFICATION SUCCESSFUL] Exploration 4320-A Video Log Transcript Date: 08/21/2024 Exploration Team: Mobile Task Force Pi-32 Subject: Unnamed city center, SCP-4320-1 Team Lead: Captain Juliet Mendez Team Members: Lieutenants Matt Cyterski and Andrew Butler (Butler is a member of SCP-4320-2), Researcher Amelia Zhang Notes: MTF operatives were armed with assault rifles. All team members were further equipped with a helmet-mounted camera, nonlethal sidearm, multi-tool, and cognitohazard-filtering visors. Due to the similarities between the atmospheres of SCP-4320-1's and Earth's atmospheres, only basic EVA suits were required. [BEGIN LOG] CPT Mendez: Alright, recorder's running. Sound off. LT Butler: Butler, check. LT Cyterski: Cyterski, check. RSCR Zhang: Zhang, check. Mendez: That's everyone. Command, you hearing us? Command: Affirmative, Captain. How's it going up there? Mendez: Well, we're on the surface. Haven't run into any life-threatening danger. Cyterski: Yet. (Laughs from Cyterski and Butler.) Mendez: Hey, guys, keeping morale up is important, but the mission is too. (Cyterski and Butler return to attention.) Butler: Yes, Captain. Command: Alright, your task is to find as much information on SCP-4320 as possible: why SCP-4320-1 is hidden, why the -2s are special, and who or what -3 were. Mendez: You got it. Zhang's already looking in one of the buildings. Zhang: There's nothing remarkable in here. It's essentially just a round staircase that heads down into the center of the room, like you might find at an amphitheater, with a couple archways embedded in the stairs. Command: You said archways? Zhang: Uh, yeah. (Zhang's video feed confirms this, showing five archways within the circular staircase.) Mendez: Well, I guess that's where we're heading. Command: Up to you, Captain. Mendez: Then let's go. Butler, Cyterski, keep your weapons locked and loaded. We don't know what we're gonna find in there. Butler and Cyterski: Copy. (Team follows Mendez into one of the archways, which leads into a descending, spiral-shaped passage which the team travels along for approximately 31 minutes. Several comments are made by members of the team about the length of the passage. Near the end, the passage becomes straight and levels out before sloping sharply upwards, opening into the center of a hemispherical empty space at least 1 kilometer in radius, the walls of which are lined with inscriptions in an unknown language.) Zhang: Well, that was underwhelming. Command: I assume you're not seeing any more than us? Zhang: Not unless you're seeing less than a big empty space. Mendez: There's gotta be something in here. Whoever built it wouldn't have it if they didn't need it. Cyterski: Hey, uh… Butler, you okay? (No response from Butler. Feed still showed a successful live broadcast and stable vitals.) Command: Lieutenant Butler, do you copy? Butler: It's beautiful… Mendez: What the hell? Butler, snap out of it. Command: Butler, tell us what you see. (Silence from Butler for several seconds. Other team members show increasing signs of distress.) Command: Lieutenant Butler, you are under orders to respond. Mendez: Command, permission to abort? Command: Permission denied. You still need to- Butler: I can see them. Us. It's here. It's all here. The world. Our history. Our inheritance. (All feeds broadcasting from Butler cease.) Mendez: Command, we've got some weird shit going on. Butler's gone. Command: Please elaborate. He's still showing up on your feeds. How is he 'gone'? Mendez: He's gone in the way that I can still see him but I can tell he's not actually here. Command: Captain, you have orders to abort the mission. Mendez: But there's gotta be something- Command: If it's really how you describe it, there's nothing you can do. We can't risk losing the rest of you. Abort the mission and get out of there. [END LOG] Mission was aborted and team returned to Site-73. No further broadcast was received from Butler, and all attempts to locate him have failed. Incident 4320-Alpha Several Foundation personnel, all SCP-4320-2 individuals, lost consciousness soon after mission abort. Reports were made of SCP-4320-2 individuals around the globe (both those known and previously undiscovered by the Foundation) losing consciousness. Procedure 4320-Apollo's disinformation campaigns were temporarily expanded to suppress discovery of SCP-4320. Following their return to consciousness, SCP-4320-2 personnel claimed to have witnessed visions of fragments of the inscriptions found within SCP-4320-1 and also claimed to have a basic understanding of their meanings (although many believed the true meanings were too difficult to describe in words). Personnel were asked to recreate the fragments they saw and linguistic analysis of the fragments was initiated soon after. Findings Report: Researcher Amelia Zhang The higher-ups have asked me to write this report on what happened up there. I guess I'll do my best. SCP-4320-1 was once the home of SCP-4320-3, a highly advanced and highly religious society of humans, or at least a species similar enough to humans that they had the ability to reproduce with humans. Their religious beliefs weren't quite mirrored by any particular Earth religion. While they had the typical stuff (daily worship, selfless acts, et cetera), they also had an obsession with something they called 'Inheritance'. For those of you that read the expedition log, that's the last thing Butler said before we lost him. So, considering all that, what's the story behind SCP-4320? What's so important about this thing that it needs to be hidden? Here's what I think. I don't think Inheritance is a thing, at least not in the way we generally use the word 'thing'. It's their afterlife. But not in the way we generally use the word 'afterlife'. It's quite obvious at this point that SCP-4320-2 are the biological descendants of -3. It's been hypothesized for some time, but only now have we been able to confirm it. And it's clear that -1 affects -2 in ways we couldn't have imagined. But I think it goes beyond even that. Once that place claimed Butler, thousands of -2 around the world fell unconscious. I think that that moment was an awakening. That moment in that room. Butler claimed his Inheritance. Now that hidden planet is calling for the rest of its children to spread its word. And some are listening. We've gotten reports of cults with members who are both -2 and not popping up, worshipping Inheritance. If we can't stop them soon, they risk exposing the world to knowledge of SCP-4320. And then what do we do? We have no idea what Inheritance is. We have no way of contacting anyone who's entered Inheritance as far as we know. It's better not to send people into Inheritance blindly. So to avoid exposing the Foundation to the world, it's better still to prevent anyone from entering Inheritance at all. And I'm going to leave you with one final lingering question that none of us quite know the answer to. There's no way the human species evolved identically on both our planets. It's simply impossible. But if that's true, one of the planets had to have been inhabited before the other, or there had to be some other civilization that sired both of us. So who came first? SCP-4320 seems to have a long history, perhaps longer than we could ever imagined. But we could still only be seeing the beginning of it. There's no way to tell how long it will be until we can't hide 4320 from the public anymore. So we're going to have to play this by ear for a while. I suggest expanding our disinformation campaigns and working on finding more -2, possibly through genetic identification. We can't let anyone get the truth out. If we do, we risk exposure of the anomalous world and the Foundation as a whole. Researcher Amelia Zhang Request Form Please fill out and submit to site director. Name: Amelia Zhang Foundation ID #: 2012866 Title: Researcher Current Assignment: SCP-4320 Request: Researcher Zhang requests time off of work to complete Ph.D. and spend time with family (wife and children). Also requests reassignment upon return to Foundation. Request Status: Granted Thank you for your request, Researcher Zhang. Due to the recent reassignment of SCP-4320 Project Director Patrick Navarro, you will be expected to assume the status of SCP-4320 Project Director upon your return. Secure. Contain. Protect. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4320" by pr0m37h3um, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4320. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-4321 | keter | close Info X SCP-4321: Sometimes I Look At The Sky So I Can Feel Small Your dreams are also your burdens. Author: Captain Kirby SCPs SCP Number Rating SCP-3393 1304 Captain Kirby's Proposal 814 SCP-4514 666 SCP-3448 618 SCP-5552 595 SCP-3844 533 SCP-3388 492 SCP-3866 443 SCP-5003 442 SCP-3305 410 SCP-3449 388 SCP-4877 386 SCP-4321 351 SCP-016-J 281 SCP-7100 276 SCP-3123 239 SCP-3393-EX 229 SPC-1057 223 SCP-3511 211 SCP-6007 200 SCP-3633 193 SCP-4925 192 SCP-4479 188 SCP-3767 174 SCP-4316 166 SCP-4775 143 SCP-4034 139 SCP-5877 118 SCP-5448 110 SCP-3650 103 SCP-3203 70 SCP-5779 63 SCP-3405 55 SCP-3481 52 Tales Title Rating The Nuclear Option 547 Impossible-To-Destroy Reptile 491 In The Clutches Of Life 396 Numbers, Like Stories, Never Die 335 The Tombstone of Alto Clef 263 Tales of the Ethics Committee: 5 Reasons The Foundation Wants A Robot Army 232 Excerpts From The Societal Census Programme ΩK-Class Report 232 With The Reaper On Retirement 227 Do You Remember Funerals? 173 From The Clutches Of Life 154 Where Death Used To Live 150 Project Damnerung 147 Hello, My Name Isn't 146 Don't Get Used To It 143 The Many Portraits Of Jack Bright 140 Group Date 140 Monochrome 132 Hundred-Year Favor 124 Even The Most Masked Of Men Become Themselves Behind Closed Doors 113 You Have 18 Unread Messages 102 Everyday Is Somebody's Birthday 97 The Shape of a Noose 76 A Failed Two Weeks Notice 69 Pink Cracks in a Digital Wall 66 'Til Death Do Us Part 65 Rocks And Trees Are Not Good Company 64 Tears of a Neon God 57 Poky And Pal Scheme Together 55 A Eulogy In 11/8 Time 53 Is Anybody Home? 53 Carnivores 52 Poky And Pal Arm Themselves 49 Virtue 46 When It Rains, It Pours 45 God-Knows-Where 39 I Felt Numb 39 It's A Nice Day Out 38 Attempts To Salvage Thought 36 I Am Wonderful 33 Outrun 29 They Are Not Laughing With You 28 What Is There To Do With A Pot Of Gold? 27 Containment's A Beach 22 GOI Formats Title Rating Captain Kirby's Proposal, Or Something 191 My Head Is On Fire And I'm (Not) Ok 102 Project Proposals 2004-013/2014-114/2024-072: "Losing Your Cool" 71 You may also like: SCP-4005 - The Holy and Heavenly City of Fabled China by Tufto All across the world, person after person, knowing how to last. Coming to the city. Coming to the just kingdom. SCP-4321 Item #: SCP-4321 Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-4321's self-concealing nature and physical properties, physical containment of SCP-4321 has been deemed impractical. GPS locating devices have been placed on SCP-4321 for monitoring purposes. Foundation personnel are to intercept any aircraft approaching SCP-4321. Satellite imaging of the earth is to be intercepted and edited to remove appearances of SCP-4321. Samples recovered from SCP-4321 are to be stored in standard organic anomaly containers, and are only to be consumed under testing conditions. Operations to retrieve additional samples must be approved by the O5 council. A disinformation campaign is underway to convince the general population that dreams of flight are common occurrences. Description: SCP-4321 is an immense landmass that maintains an altitude of approximately 7km above sea level. It is shrouded in a thick fog, thus appearing similar to a large cloud to outside observers. SCP-4321 has been known to move in a similar manner to non-anomalous clouds, but over time has been observed to make slight deviations from predicted trajectories. All unconscious humans within 30km of SCP-4321 have an estimated 2.5% chance of undergoing an AVIATION event. Subjects experience a dream wherein they fly to SCP-4321. Details of what occurs after the individual enters the cloud cover surrounding SCP-4321 are forgotten upon waking. Investigation is underway to determine if other species experience these same effects. While no conclusive evidence has been found, research suggests that animals of kingdom Animalia do experience AVIATION events, but less frequently than humans. Discovery: SCP-4321 was discovered after numerous employees underwent AVIATION events at Site-19. Investigation into the dreams led to the discovery of a disproportionate percentage of civilians from nearby towns having similar experiences. All affected areas lay along the direction of the air currents, which allowed Foundation personnel to restrict the search to weather based phenomena, eventually singling out one cloud that never appeared to dissipate. Sonar later confirmed said cloud contained SCP-4321's landmass. Further details regarding the nature of AVIATION events were not corroborated until exploration operations were initiated. + Exploration Logs - Exploration Logs Subconscious Exploration: To further investigate the forgotten content from the AVIATION events experienced during SCP-4321's discovery, 50 Foundation personnel trained in lucid dreaming gathered in an uninhabited area intercepting SCP-4321's projected flight path. A separate team of researchers operated Neuron Imaging Engines (NIEs) designed to detect sensory information during REM sleep and convert it into a video format through the use of MRI technology and thaumaturgy. However, due to the abstract nature of dreams, participants were directed to narrate their experience to compare with the detected visuals. The only subject to undergo an AVIATION event during testing was Researcher Pine. Below is the transcript of the video generated by the NIE: <Begin Log> Dream begins. Pines lies awake in his bed. He begins to float through the facility walls. Pine: I, um, I see I'm the lucky one, I guess. I'll try to keep my commentary professional, but I'm sorry if I, uh, I get caught up in the moment. Pine exits the facility entirely. The night sky is clear except for a single cloud; presumably SCP-4321. Pine: It's, uh, it's really pretty out— sorry. Professional. The weather is definitely different. I remember it being overcast. Also I'm, uh, fairly certain it's day time. I'm being pulled toward SCP-4321. Even though I'm lucid, I can't control my ascent much. Pine continues toward SCP-4321 for thirty five minutes. Pine: I'm getting closer to the cloud. Just also want to say that, uh, this feels surreal even for a dream. I haven't been able to get flying right in other dreams, um, always feels unnatural. But this feels incredibly natural. The only reason I know I'm being pulled toward the anomaly is that I can't explore the air too much. It feels like it's just inviting me in. Pine enters the fog surrounding SCP-4321. After three minutes the outline of SCP-4321's main mass can be distinguished. Pine: I can see it! There's a lot of trees and plants. I think those are, uh, pine trees? Pine lands softly. Pine: Never mind. These are palm trees, not pine trees. Dream must've made up its mind. Definitely more humid here than outside, but that's probably because I'm in a big cloud. I'm not feeling pulled toward anything anymore, but I can smell something… almost sweet. Pine begins moving through the trees. Faint music can be heard. Pine: This sounds like some sort of electronic music? I think? As Pine draws closer to the music, the sounds of a crowd also become audible. Pine eventually enters a clearing to see a group of people in varying tropical attire surrounding a pool. Unidentified Woman: Hey, new guy! Over here! Pine approaches the young woman (henceforth designated SCP-4321-UW), who offers Pine a brightly colored beverage from the poolside. Pine: Umm, sorry, I can't. No drinking on the job. SCP-4321-UW: You're working? That's no fun. C'mon, you're here for us right? Pine: You're not wrong. SCP-4321-UW: Then at least take a dip in the pool. Pine: Um… Oh fine. Pine removes his shirt and joins SCP-4321-UW by dangling his feet in the water. Pine: Quite warm. SCP-4321-UW: It's harder to enjoy a cold pool. Pine: So, you already seem to know quite a bit about me. SCP-4321-UW: It's your dream. I'd hope you'd know yourself. Pine: Very true. So uh, you're a figment of my imagination or part of this island? SCP-4321-UW: Kinda both? We're like a step removed from an incarnation of your own desires. I believe we've checked off "flight" and "tropical vacation" so far? Pine: I could always just experience this in my own dreams. SCP-4321-UW: Oh, don't lie to me. Or yourself. Well, same thing. But you know, it feels different when you're not in control. Feels more real. SCP-4321-UW slips into the pool. SCP-4321-UW: C'mon, it's more comfy in here. Pine follows. Pine: Um, I guess I now get to ask - do you know why you do this? SCP-4321-UW: I mean, I guess we just like other people's fantasies? Always kind of fun to put on the skit and all. Been doing it for like, at least a millennium. Pine: You, uh, you look pretty good for a thousand years old. What moisturizer do you use? SCP-4321-UW: [laughs] You know, you're not the first to say that line, but it's still funny. Pine: You just float around and give off nice dreams? SCP-4321-UW: I mean, we also have a storage. Pine: A storage? Of dreams? SCP-4321-UW: A collection is a better word for it really. Pine: Can you, uh, show me? SCP-4321-UW: Of course! You're about to be a part of it anyways. Pine: Excuse me? SCP-4321-UW looks at the water around Pine. It is now filled with pieces of Pine's lower body. Pine: Wait wha— Pine's head is shoved into the water. Transmission ends. Pine awakes. <End Log> During subsequent questioning about the dream, Pine could only recall the sensation of flight, although he described this sensation as "mild" and "dulled". Physical Exploration: To record the physical features of SCP-4321 and compare them to the results of the previous experiment, MTF Lambda-5 ("White Rabbits") accompanied by Researcher Pine were deployed to investigate and explore the physical landmass of SCP-4321. A member of MTF Omicron Rho ("The Dream Team") joined the expedition as well to give insight into any subconscious or dream-related anomalies encountered during the expedition. Operation Outline: The team will be delivered to SCP-4321 via a helicopter.1 The exploration team will operate for at most one hour before exiting SCP-4321. Exploration Team Members: Tanya Hart (Lambda-5), Tyler Dubois (Lambda-5), Juan Tierez (Lambda-5), Holly Trivera (Omicon Rho), Edgar Pine <Begin Log> The helicopter approaches SCP-4321. The exploration team activates their recording equipment. Hart: Can we get a last minute comms check? We're about to touch down. Dubois: Check? Tierez: Check. Trivera: Checkerino. A brief pause. Hart: Edgar! Pine: Right, right. Uh, Sorry. Dubois: Are you ok? You've been quiet all flight. Pine: Yeah, I'm fine. Just feeling a little weird is all. Dubois: I thought you liked flying? Pine: No, it's not that. It's just, uh — I'm fine. Dubois: Alright then. The helicopter lands on SCP-4321. The team disembarks. The majority of SCP-4321 is covered with miscolored flora. Purple roots are found sporadically protruding from the ground. Trivera: This doesn't look like a tropical paradise. Hart: Dubois, can you take some samples of the black grass? Tierez: And the trees. Pine trees aren't supposed to be this color either. Hart: [to Pine] Can you show us where you went? Or is the landscape too unfamiliar? Edgar? Pine: What? Oh yeah sure. Hart: Are you certain you're fine? Trivera: Give the guy some time. I'd be shook too if my palm tree paradise turned out to be some sort of forest of forbidden darkness. Hart glares at Trivera. Trivera: C'mon, I can crack a joke. Edgar and I go way back, he can take it. We'd spend all lunch break going back and forth over quips like that. Pine: That's one way to put it. I think I remember which way I went though. Hart, Tierez and Trivera follow Pine deeper into SCP-4321 while Dubois collects samples. Tierez moves a tree branch out of his way, which snaps it. Purple sap leaks from the point of breakage. Hart: Tierez! Tierez: I didn't mean to break it! Trivera inspects the sap, rubbing some between her fingers. Hart: What is it? Trivera: It just, it's hard to convey, but this sap feels potent? Tierez: I'll grab some samples. Dubois: [through each member's ear piece] Hey, you guys out there? Hart: [to Dubois] We are. Dubois: Good, good. Just wanted to report that after digging around, I found a skeleton. Probably the size of a small animal? Going to see if I can find any more. Hart: Alright, thanks for the update. [to Pine] You remember how far it is until the pool place? Pine: Shouldn't be too much further. Hart: Tierez, can you just get Dubois over here and help you gather as much sap as you can? I have a feeling that command are going to want to get their hands on as much as possible. Tierez: Yes Ma'am. Hart, Trivera and Pine proceed further into SCP-4321. The purple roots sticking out of the ground become more prevalent over time. After twenty minutes the three arrive at a clearing with a pond of purple liquid in the center of it. Purple roots extend in all directions from the pool. The pool occasionally bubbles. Trivera: Finally. Thought you said it shouldn't be too much further? Pine: I mean, I thought it wouldn't… Hart: Is it just me, or does this pool look like a heart? Complete with veins and everything. Pine: You think it's alive? Hart: It spoke to you in your dream. Pine: But maybe I projected that? Trivera approaches and kneels next to the pool. Trivera: This liquid, it feels almost conscious. Like, little glints of thought are entering my mind. Nothing big, but something else is definitely there. Hart: So, it is alive? Trivera: Not quite, but it can dream. And its dreams probably aren't the size of ours. They'd be bigger. Hell, it feels overwhelming even here in the land of the waking. Hart: Any idea of what it's dreaming about? Trivera: Not really. Although, to guess off Pine's video, probably us. Pine: Can we, uh, can we head back soon? I don't feel comfortable here. It feels pressuring. Hart: That's fine, I think we've seen enough. The team returns to the helicopter with samples of both the sap and various flora from SCP-4321. The flight to command is largely uneventful. <End Log> Biological Analysis: Eight sets of bones were recovered from the physical exploration of SCP-4321. Analysis confirmed that each set belonged to a species of bird. Below is a summary of the results: Species Common Name Notes Anomalopteryx didiformis Bush Moa Matched two of the bone sets. Apteryx owenii Little Spotted Kiwi Matched three of the bone sets. Kumimanu biceae Giant Penguin2 Matched two of the bone sets. Harpagornis moorei Haast's Eagle Matched one bone set. Wing bones were heavily fractured. + Experiment Logs and Supplementary Research - Experiment Logs and Supplementary Research Affected Foundation Personnel: Below is a list of prominent Foundation Personnel believed to have undergone AVIATION events: Name Position Current Status Tilda Moose Site Director Retired. Publishes creative fiction. Ruiz Ferris Staff Researcher3 Retired. Performs non-anomalous research. Agatha E. █████ Staff Researcher Retired. Whereabouts currently unknown. Victor LaFerrier Field Agent Retired. Plays guitar for a small indie band. Experiment Logs: Below are the logs of experiments to determine the anomalous properties surrounding organic samples taken from SCP-4321. Preliminary testing showed that these samples only displayed anomalous properties when consumed, and have been removed from the log for brevity. Test #: 8 Procedure: D-3214 entered a standard testing chamber, and consumed 10ml of sap. Effects: Subject reported hearing voices in his head. Analysis confirmed that this was due to telepathic abilities the subject had gained. Measurements of Aspect Radiation4 levels were consistent with those of rituals performed by a trained thaumaturge. Notes: First time that we got a reaction out of a subject. Our cursory analysis says he turned into a type-blue with a really limited range of "powers". We'll keep an eye on this one to see if these evolve over the coming days. - E. Pine Update: Apparently our subject had a fairly vivid dream last night. There was a man in what looked like an old dusty basement. He messed with some wires and then pressed a button, eliciting a beep. Soon, a group of men in red military uniforms walked in and praised the beeping machine. Also, everyone sounded British. The subject then talked about a soldier in a field using the beeping machine. A group of men sat behind him, chained together with weapons trained at their heads. The soldier occasionally made remarks about "the yanks". My superiors advised that I should add a "Dream" section to the logs, due to how much detail our test subject was able to recall. It'll be more data to compile, but I can't disagree with its necessity. - E. Pine Test #: 9 Procedure: D-4934 entered a standard testing chamber, and consumed 20ml of sap. Effects: Subject demonstrated the ability to run at superhuman speeds. Aspect Radiation readings were similar to those measured during the previous test. Dream: A woman wearing a semi-transparent linen and a headdress leading a fair-skinned man away from a large battle between Egyptians and Romans. The man and woman are believed to be Mark Antony and Cleopatra. Notes: I think I can safely say that, based off the Aspect Radiation readings, that the "powers" follow thaumaturgic properties. Due to the extreme difference in effects, I can't really make any other claims. My superiors are also interested in a reason why the subjects have these vivid dreams and powers in general, but I personally chalk it up to the nature of the sap. Some things just are the way they are. - E. Pine Test #: 10 Procedure: D-3679 entered a standard testing chamber, and consumed 30ml of sap. Effects: Subject claimed to feel "freed" before walking through the chamber walls. Subject proceeded to use this newfound ability to free the two previous test subjects, as well as a number of other D-Class personnel. Foundation resources have not yet found the escapees. Dream: N/A Notes: Due to his display of negligence during testing that led to the security breach, as well as performing only cursory analysis of collected data, Edgar Pine has been removed from this project. The link between the physical effects and the dreams appears to be simple cause and effect (the direction of which has been deemed inconsequential for now). I will direct my efforts toward pinpointing any possible significance to these dreams. I will also abandon the investigation of what effect quantity of sap has on its anomalous properties, as it has thus far been unfruitful. - M. DuVone Test #: 11 Procedure: D-6032 was strapped to an operating table in a fortified testing chamber. A Copperfield Cage5 was placed around the subject to ensure containment. The subject was injected with 10ml of recovered sap. Effects: The subject became significantly more persuasive, almost coaxing the researcher injecting the sap to release him from the restraints. Subject was sedated by staff wearing ear protection before he was freed. Testing showed that the subject's writing also held the same suggestive powers. All communications from the subject must be relayed by a computer to avoid possible breaches. Dream: A man of Indian descent speaking to a large crowd of other Indians, making references to the "Great War". After about twenty minutes, the Indian Imperial Police arrive, and a riot breaks out. The speaker's name was believed to be Arjun Bahl, although the subject admitted it may belong to another member of the protest. Notable landmarks imply that the riot occurred in the city of Amritsar. Midway through the riot, the subject's view changed to see all of Amritsar. A majority of the buildings were on fire, the others hung some form of the modern flag of India on their walls. Notes: Due to the ways in which the dreams we've seen so far tend to depict deviations from our understanding of history, I've done some research to see if I can pin down any similarities between the dreams and reality, or if they are entirely fabricated. I am currently trying to track down any information I can about an "Arjun Bahl", if he even exists. His name comes up in an archived census for Amritsar from around 1914. Unfortunately, that's all the information I've been able to find. I'm going to try to find any family he has in case I can ask them questions. - M. DuVone Test #: 12 Procedure: D-7802 was strapped to an operating table in a fortified testing chamber. A Copperfield Cage was placed around the subject to ensure containment. The subject was injected with 10ml of recovered sap via a remote controlled syringe. Effects: Subject gained the ability to transmute their limbs into various different tools, ranging from screw drivers to knives. Subject maintains complete control of this ability. Dream: A number of individuals with peculiarly large jaws, noses and skulls appeared to converse with one another while cutting an animal's meat using sharpened rocks. Notes: This is definitely a dream about the Neanderthals. Without a doubt. Except they didn't have tools that advanced, or this level of sociability. They're acting like Homosapiens. - M. DuVone Test #: 13 Procedure: D-0041 was strapped to an operating table in a fortified testing chamber. A Copperfield Cage was placed around the subject to ensure containment. The subject was injected with 10ml of recovered sap via a remote controlled syringe. Effects: Subject displayed a markedly increased proficiency in vocal musical performance. All said noises have been described as "melodic" and "harmonious". Dream: The Beatles performed a live concert. Each member appeared to be between fifty and sixty years old, however the music did not sound any different from their original live performances. Notes: This one is slightly more modern, but there are currently concerns about reaching out for interviews because we are unsure which member of the band this originates from. We are also making head way on finding more about Arjun Bahl, so we will continue to follow that thread. - M. DuVone Test #: 14 Procedure: D-6032 was strapped to an operating table in a fortified testing chamber. A perimeter of Copperfield Coils were placed around the subject to ensure containment. The subject was injected with 10ml of recovered sap via a remote controlled syringe. Effects: Subject's skin toughened, and sharp razor blades grew from the bottom of his feet. Dream: The Boston Bruins played against the Vancouver Canucks for the Stanley Cup. The game remained at zero to zero until a player named Harrison Guvaul scored, which resulted in victory for the Canucks. Notes: Thank god. Something modern. I was able to easily confirm that Harrison Guvaul does indeed exist. He's a 32 year-old man living just outside of Vancouver, works a desk job at an insurance firm. He used to play hockey almost religiously until he was 16. I managed to call him up and weasel my way into a conversation about it. When I asked why he quit he didn't seem to have much of a reason though. Just didn't feel like it. In other news, one of my assistants found Arjun Bahl's grandchildren. They don't remember much about Arjun, but their parents told some stories about his authority issues. Was quite rambunctious, but grew out of it before he met his wife and settled down. I might only have two data points at the moment, but I'm starting to form a thesis. I need to take a few more readings, but I feel like I need to consult an actual thaumaturgist about this. - M. DuVone + Level 4/4321 Classified - Level 4/4321 Classified Interview with SCP-4321: By her own request, Holly Trivera attempted to undergo an AVIATION event to converse with SCP-4321. Her dream was monitored and recorded by the NIE. Below is a transcript of the resulting video: <Begin Log> Dream begins. Trivera awakes from her bed and flies toward SCP-4321. After 32 minutes SCP-4321's main landmass comes into view, covered with oak trees. Trivera lands. Trivera: Don't make me walk all the way in there. I already flew up here. An entity resembling Researcher Pine (from here on referred to as SCP-4321-P) appears from behind one of the trees. SCP-4321-P: I see you are another lucid dreamer. That's probably not the right term, but you have more control than most I encounter. Trivera: I assume you know why I'm here. SCP-4321-P: I am the embodiment of your desires. Like how you want your friend to go back to normal. Trivera: He's been acting weird ever since he met you. So, I just mostly wanted to know, why? It's not like he did anything to you. Or anyone else whose motivation you've sapped. SCP-4321-P: I think the best way to address this would be with a little tour. Show you around the collection. SCP-4321-P turns around and motions for Trivera to follow. They walk toward the center of SCP-4321, until they arrive at a large hole, lined with stairs descending in a spiral. The two descend the stairs, eventually stopping at a corridor extending into the side of the hole. SCP-4321-P: And here we have my favorite pieces. I keep them close to the top for easy access. The rest I order chronologically. SCP-4321-P and Trivera enter the corridor. Frames hang from the walls, each one playing a video that appears to be on loop. SCP-4321-P: [motioning to one of the frames] This one I call "Math Whiz". See how she thinks she's close? It's like when you have a word on the tip of your tongue. And then that look of joy when she's found the answer, priceless. I mean, it's not actually the answer. Pi is closer to three than seven, but she's so happy about it. Trivera: Sure, but I don't see how— SCP-4321-P: Or this work! The symbolism here is superb, ascending the stairs like how he was supposed to ascend to the throne. Trivera: Yes, I get it. They all look quite happy achieving their goals. SCP-4321-P: Except that's not the point. It's about the feelings that come before the success. There's that frustration and anger. Imagine how crushed they would be if they failed. You won't see that here, of course. This is the dream, not reality. Trivera: You think this is a charity? SCP-4321-P: Essentially. Trivera: You realize how "high and mighty" that makes you sound, right? SCP-4321-P: Oh, don't patronize me. I've felt that pain too. Back before I started my curating, I was on the ground. I didn't belong there. It felt awkward, tawdry. I was embarrassed I couldn't take to the skies. Trivera: But now you're a flying island. So, everything worked out for you. SCP-4321-P: Most people aren't as… strong as I am. You can read a textbook and count how many people had the strength to change their world. It's much smaller than the number of people who've lived and died. Their names are missing because they lacked strength like mine. And I grow stronger by the day. Trivera: By eating people's dreams? SCP-4321-P: Oh, don't use that term. You make me sound like a savage. Trivera: You take dreams from people, and turn them into a distilled liquid. That sounds like a digestive tract to me. SCP-4321-P: Fine, call it what you will. You'll be joining my collection soon, whether you've been curated or eaten doesn't really matter. Trivera: I'm sorry, I don't want to end up like the real Pine. SCP-4321-P: I mean, you don't exactly have a choice. You're already here. Trivera: Of course I have a choice. It's still my dream. You obviously haven't figured out how to extract what you want quite yet, or else I would've noticed. Or my body would be falling apart. One of the two. SCP-4321-P: So? Trivera: I'll just wake myself up now. Trivera turns around, and runs out of the corridor. She jumps off the stairs into the hole, and begins to accelerate, moving faster than terminal velocity. She awakes just before she hits the ground. <End Log> Interview With Dr. Tilda Moose: To better understand the thaumaturgic effects created by the organic samples recovered from SCP-4321, Dr. Maxwell DuVone consulted with retired thaumaturge and site director Dr. Tilda Moose. Below is the transcript of the resulting interview: <Begin Log> DuVone: Evening, director. Moose: Evening, and you know I'm retired right? You can dispense with the title. Even though technically I shouldn't even be having this conversation. DuVone: Well, if you want to go there, you were supposed to be wiped when you left. Moose: Eh, being director of nineteen has its perks. Nineteen should also have everything you're looking for. DuVone: I tried asking around 19, and some of our main archives on type-blues. Couldn't find anything. Moose: Talk to any thaumaturgists? DuVone: Most of their identities are classified, or were too busy to talk to me. You seemed like the next best option. But I think you already knew that. Moose: You're not wrong. Although you know I'm not a magician. Not anymore. You have those experiment results on you? DuVone: Right here. DuVone hands Moose a hard copy of the SCP-4321 testing log. When Moose finishes reading, she sets the papers down. DuVone: Anything come to mind? Moose: You sure there was nothing about sources or magic? DuVone: None that I had access to. Moose: They must not have declassified it yet. I'm a little surprised they didn't make an exception for you. DuVone: I don't follow. Moose: Well, this sap. It's distilled dreams from across history, correct? DuVone: That's our working assumption, yes. Moose: But they aren't just any dreams. They're the dreams you wish you could achieve in real life. It's raw desire. So let's take a step back. A little bit of sorcery one-o-one. Magic is a way to bend the world to your will, right? DuVone: In very loose terms, I guess. Moose: Well, the layman believes that the "will" and the "bending" are two separate parts of the equation. And that's how the Foundation would like to keep it. Probably why my paper is still classified. DuVone: Are you saying that magic— Moose: Is just an incarnation of willpower. If your will is strong enough, the bending will happen all on its own. DuVone: So, the sap was giving our subjects just the will to do something? Moose: Which manifested as both the dreams and the powers. It's incredibly potent willpower. See, I used to tell potential Sigma-3 members that anyone is capable of performing magic. But very few of them actually pull it off. That's because you can't fake it. You truly need to want it from the bottom of your heart, stronger than anything else. You can't train that. It's the kind of raw desire that can come from anyone, but not everyone. DuVone: I— I think I understand why it's classified now. I need to delete the recording and get myself amnestized. So sorry for the disturbance. Moose: Oh, don't worry about that. I'll call— who took over for me? DuVone: Gears. Moose: I'll give him a call. Get your team authorization. DuVone: Wouldn't that have been easier to begin with? Moose: [laughs] If people at nineteen actually understood what you were messing with someone would've given you the keys. You just got unlucky. DuVone: Well, thanks for your time. You know, you're much more— relaxed than how my colleagues described you. Moose: That's because they remember me from when I was their boss. Retiring does nice things for you. Also, that encounter with SCP-4321 gave a hand, probably. Didn't realize it at the time, but after that dream everything felt less consequential I guess. DuVone: It did eat your dreams after all. Moose: Quite true! It's funny how much hinges on those night visions of ours. DuVone: I guess so. I have to get going. Thanks for your time. Moose: No problem. Good luck with your island. <End Log> + Edgar Pine Interview Transcript - Edgar Pines Interview Transcript Exit Interview: Three months after undergoing the AVIATION event, Edgar Pine retired from the Foundation. Holly Trivera requested to perform the exit interview, which has been logged with SCP-4321 due to possible connections to the anomaly. <Begin Log> Pine: Huh, didn't expect to see you here. Trivera: I could say the same to you. Silence for 36 seconds. Trivera: Why are you leaving? I thought you loved it here. Pine: I mean, I used to. People change, they move on. That's that. Trivera: But, it just feels so sudden. Pine: It's not like I'm the first person in history to lose interest in something. Trivera: Except we're both fairly sure this is due to that floating island you interviewed. Pine: That doesn't change the core of the matter. Trivera: Which is? Pine: I just don't care anymore. Trivera: What does that even mean? Pine: It means I woke up that morning and felt drained. I regretted the coming day. You can't change that. I can't just make myself care. How does that not make sense to you? Trivera: It— it does make sense. Sorry, it's just weird for me. That dream changed you. Pine: People change all the time, Holly. It's not like we can't go back out for beers ever again. I just won't be wearing a lab coat. Trivera: That's not even true! You know you're getting wiped, right? Pine: Oh, yeah I guess I knew that. Well, you'll find others to pick up your tab. Trivera: Doesn't mean you won't be gone. I don't want you to lose to that thing. Pine: That's not the right way to look at it. I'm not losing to it. It's not like I gave up all on my own. I was just unlucky. Trivera: I guess so. Pine: Like, if that first event targeted you instead of me, this conversation would be flipped. But you're luckier than me, and sometimes, all the will power in the world can't beat out luck. For every Caesar or Tesla there are millions of Pines. And that's… that's ok. Not everyone needs to be in a history textbook. Trivera: So, you're just moving on? Pine: I'm moving on. New chapter. And who knows? Maybe this'll be the one I'm remembered for. Trivera: Well, it was nice working with you. Pine: You too Holly. You too. <End Log> Footnotes 1. SCP-4321 is at an altitude such that this is feasible without special modifications. 2. Extinct, prehistoric penguins originating from New Zealand 3. Specializing in containing anart 4. Commonly used to determine the potency of thaumaturgic reality warping effects 5. Faraday-based technology to nullify common parafrequencies used for transmaterial phase-shifting. |
SCP-4322 | thaumiel | SCP-4322: Sleepless Dreams Author: aismallard Music: Air on G string by Johannes Sebastian Bach Thanks to: wctaiwan KindlyTurtleClem Woedenaz ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 4/4322 LEVEL 4/4322 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4322 Thaumiel SCP-4322 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4322 is to remain continuously active, with daily four-hour breaks in transmission. Interviews with interred D-class are to be carried out quarterly to maintain quality of service. Personnel are encouraged to submit media for potential inclusion in broadcasts. Description: SCP-4322 is a radio transceiver, anomalously modified to transmit psionic waves instead of electromagnetic radiation. It receives input via a standard Ψ-5 cable1 and, until its modification by Foundation researchers, generated output using its metal casing as an antenna. The object was recovered from PoI-3984 in Szczecin, Poland, who had previously used the object to provide comfort for his mother. The psychic energy produced by SCP-4322 matches the profile of Type-Δ anomalous radiation, which is characterized by its extremely low interference with matter and high propagation over great distances. As part of Project Somnium, Foundation researchers installed an antenna extension composed of a beryllium-copper-lead alloy. This increased the effective range of SCP-4322 from approximately 4 meters to 2.1 × 107 meters, permitting its signals to be received anywhere on Earth. However, despite its high transmissibility, the signal is weak and difficult to detect: the only known receivers are Class-II psychoreceptors or sentient minds lacking normal sensory input. Due to the psychic nature of the transmission, receiving individuals are capable of complete perception of the broadcast, regardless of prior sensory impairments2 or linguistic fluency. Research is presently underway to include support for tactile, gustatory, and olfactory sensations. Media selected for SCP-4322 should be generally inoffensive and culturally varied. Examples of past transmissions have included: Beethoven's Sixth Symphony in F major Hour-long recording of rain Documentary about the history of calculus Improvised, small-ensemble jazz from SCP-5805 Paintings of wolves hunting My Neighbor Totoro (1988) Tuvan throat singing Pictures of nature taken in New Zealand Dark Was the Night by Blind Willie Johnson Addendum 4322-1: Project Somnium Following the object's initial recovery, it was kept in a Safe-class locker until it was requisitioned to study weak psychosignalling, which was hypothesized to permit field communication where standard radio equipment could not be used. While the project was ultimately abandoned, it was discovered that experimental alloy B-1304 was effective at propagating SCP-4322's waveforms. Senior Researcher Chen proposed Project Somnium, which was denied by O5-13 as an unacceptable risk to normalcy. The Ethics Committee subsequently voted to overturn the decision and approved allocation of resources for the project. Testing of SCP-4322's ability to transmit sound, visuals, and abstract concepts was performed on D-41562 by temporarily disabling their external sensory input.3 Over the course of four months, modifications were made to the object's transmitter to achieve global coverage. A trial run was undertaken for six months to discover any previously unknown side effects. After being deemed safe, O5-4 approved full deployment and reclassified SCP-4322 as Thaumiel. Since its activation, it is estimated that the object has lessened the suffering of over twelve million disembodied brains. Footnotes 1. Coaxial cable designed for the transfer of anomalous memetic information. 2. Such as deafness or blindness. 3. After this individual's body expired, their brain was moved to a standard mind-interface capsule per Foundation interment protocol. More From This Author More From This Author aismallard's Works SCPs SCP-3597 • SCP-5510 • SCP-1047-J • SCP-5502 • SCP-1294-J • SCP-5134 • SCP-8998 • SCP-5900 • SCP-4781 • SCP-5871 • SCP-7558 • SCP-4838 • SCP-4853 • SCP-8019 • SCP-5446 • Tales/GoI Formats Stealing Something Else • Continuous Integration • The Heart of the Beast • The Pumpkin Mystery • Other aismallard's personnel file • Meet The Staff • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4322" by aismallard, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4322. 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-4322.jpeg Author: PxHere License: CC0 / Public Domain Source Link: https://pxhere.com/en/photo/1284642 |
SCP-4323 | keter | Item #: SCP-4323 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4323 positive invertebrates may be contained by any sufficiently equipped biological containment facility. Other SCP-4323 positive non-human animals are to be euthanised and incinerated. SCP-4323 positive plant matter is to be incinerated. No experiments are to be performed on SCP-4323 positive material without express permission of a majority of the O5 council. In the discovery of an SCP-4323 positive human, that human is to be immediately contained and isolated from macroscopic biological matter until they expire. Two weeks after their expiration, their remains are to be incinerated. SCP-4323 positive humans should not be permitted to expire in a fashion other than caloric deprivation. SCP-4323 positive organisms are not to be exposed to each other under any circumstances. These procedures are to be maintained and enforced by MTF Gamma-1 ("Gypsum Blood"). Description: SCP-4323 is a series of anomalous symptoms which living macroscopic eukaryotic organisms can spontaneously exhibit. While exact symptoms vary, SCP-4323 positive behaviour is most commonly characterised by: Accelerated phagocytic behaviour of all cells in that organism, indiscriminately acting to trap and consume foreign eukaryotic cells. This is exhibited to such a degree that contact between an SCP-4323 positive organism and another eukaryotic organism results in the contacted surface being consumed in the span of milliseconds. Rapid osmotic distribution of nutrients acquired in this manner throughout the organism. A drastic increase in turgor pressure, which is non-fatal in animal cells due to an extreme strengthening of the cytoskeleton. This allows SCP-4323 positive organisms to maintain their physical size even after consumption of large amounts of biological material. Cells will typically divide after reaching an internal density of 8.3 grams per cubic centimeter. Macroscopic physical animacy and reconfiguration. In the case of non-animate organisms such as plants and fungi, this typically exhibits as a crawling locomotion. In animals, this often manifests as the creation of additional limbs or redundant organs. Greatly increased catabolic rate and, correspondingly, caloric demand. This manifests as a sensation of extreme hunger in biological organisms. There is no apparent cause of SCP-4323, though its rate of incidence is inversely proportional to local biodiversity. Attempts to manipulate the rate of incidence by artificially altering the environment (as was mandated by previous containment procedures) have not had a substantial effect on incidence rates. Approximately half of all instances are discovered in densely populated urban areas; of these, approximately 80% are humans. In these cases, exhibition of SCP-4323 symptoms is usually accompanied by panic, as it is most commonly discovered by incidental contact with pets, plants, coworkers, or family members. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4323" by Randomini, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4323. 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-4324 | safe | An instance of SCP-4324, retrieved from Arzberg, Bavaria on ██/██/20██ Item #: SCP-4324 Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-4324 are to be secured by MTF Xi-12 ("Holy Chalice") and brought to Standard Secure Lockers 5298 through 5324 at Site-66. Foundation Agents in and around Upper Franconia, Bavaria (especially Wunsiedel and Hof Landkreise), are to report instances of SCP-4324 immediately and to facilitate collection efforts. If an instance is unable to be secured within 72 hours of being reported, Protocol-4324 Dulia is to be enacted. Any Foundation staff showing signs of exposure to an instance of SCP-4324 are to be reported, and will be administered Class-A amnestics. Description: SCP-4324 refers to several anomalous artefacts related to Saint Torben the Strange, subsequently referred to as SCP-4324-A. Records of SCP-4324-A are only found in Upper Franconia, primarily in the south-east. Literature referring to Catholic saints found in this area often include references to SCP-4324-A, even if identical copies from elsewhere do not. Residents of these areas are more likely to be religious, and will often know of SCP-4324-A, even if they are not knowledgeable about other saints. Details about SCP-4324-A are hard to verify, and often contradictory with each other. Accounts from those effected by SCP-4324 vary in detail, with some only reporting knowing of it, without any detail, whereas others are able to give detailed descriptions of many aspects. So far, only a few details have been observed to be consistent between all descriptions: - Always described as a male living in 11th or 12th century Bavaria. - Known to have been able to make objects materialise via anomalous means (most commonly his crozier and pectoral cross) - Exhibits amnestic properties, with information being vague beyond a few details, and common mentions of forgetfulness surrounding it. - Had knowledge about or interactions with anomalous objects of the time period - Spread faith amongst local people Instances of SCP-4324 take the form of iconography, art and works in other mediums related to SCP-4324-A. They are primarily found in Catholic churches, although some instances have been found elsewhere (homes, schools, etc.). Instances do not appear to have been created by any known entity, with art showing no visible signatures or other identifying marks, and literature never stating the author. The artistic styles of instances varies between different styles associated with Central Europe, over a rough timescale of the 12th to 19th centuries. New SCP-4324 instances manifest seemingly at random, with times between manifestation and locations of new instances showing no pattern (save for all instances appearing in Upper Franconia). When questioned on how they acquired an SCP-4324 instance, individuals cannot respond, usually saying they have forgotten or are otherwise unaware. SCP-4324 has cognitohazardous effects. Effects only start to occur 72 hours after manifestation, after which as few as 2 minutes of exposure to SCP-4324 will cause the effects to occur. Said exposure must be close up, such as looking closely at a painting or reading a book. Recorded effects currently include: - If not already Catholic, a desire to convert to Catholicism - Increased belief in Catholic doctrine - Increased rates of church attendance - Veneration of SCP-4324-A After longer periods of exposure (upwards of 3 months of regular contact with SCP-4324), effected individuals begin to show other effects: - Millenarianism - Hostility towards non-Catholics - Sedevacantism or conclavism Clergymen of the Catholic Church have exhibited other effects (usually alongside those previously mentioned), due to their relation with the church. These effects include: - Aspirations of promotion within Catholic Church - Increased dedication to their work - Willingness to convert others - Mention of SCP-4324-A during congregation Research has not proven conclusive as to whether being in contact with multiple separate instances of SCP-4324 causes more severe cognitohazardous effects than exposure to only one. Long periods of exposure have lead to a phenomenon named the Torben-Kult by locals, wherein local churches may have entire congregations composed of individuals affected by SCP-4324. When SCP-4324 was first discovered, these effects had taken hold of most citizens of Wunsiedel and Hof, although application of Class-A amnestics and removal of all known SCP-4324 instances quickly removed the effects. Addendum 4324-01: On ██/██/20██, following the identification of three SCP-4324 instances from Marktredwitz, Foundation Agent Beltz requested permission to interview the local pastor Friedemann ██████ and Markus ██████ about SCP-4324. + Interview Log A - Interview Log A Interviewed: Pastor Friedemann ██████ Interviewer: Foundation Agent Beltz Foreword: Two instances of SCP-4324 were found in the church of Marktredwitz; a statuette of SCP-4324-A, and a book of local saints with a chapter about it. Interview took place on ██/██/20██ <Begin Log> Beltz: Good morning Pastor. I'd like to know a bit more about Saint Torben, if you wouldn't mind. Pastor Friedemann: I'd be more than happy to. Shall I begin with the basics? Saint Torben was a local holy man in the 11th or 12th century, who most likely lived in the city of Fürth. He's sometimes called Saint Torben the Strange, mostly because of the many stories surrounding him having bizarre aspects to them. Beltz: Bizarre aspects? Could you explain? Pastor Friedemann: Saint Torben has many stories written about him, mostly due to the extraordinary life he led. He is said to have been able to make his crozier and pectoral cross appear out of thin air, and saved Bavaria from a great plague of dancing. He was so odd, even the Pope who canonised him forgot he existed in less than a year! While the veracity of all this is hard to confirm, that's why he's called the patron saint of the strange and unexplainable. Beltz: Is there anything else you could tell me about, or is that all? Pastor Friedemann: Apart from elaborating on the stories, I'm afraid not. He may have been strange, but not much is know about him. Beltz: Thank you Pastor, but I'm rather busy. I think that's all I need. <End Log> Closing Statement: Mention of the crozier and pectoral cross is consistent with other reports. Plague of dancing may be referring to recorded anomalous events at the time. Amnestic properties? - Researcher Palomer + Interview Log B - Interview Log B Interviewed: Markus ██████ Interviewer: Foundation Agent Beltz Foreword: Beltz was inspecting the ██████ household under the guise of a real estate agent. An instance of SCP-4324 was found, resembling a small painting of SCP-4324-A. Closer inspection revealed it was intended for use in concealing a safe or other storage. Interview took place on ██/██/20██. <Begin Log> Beltz: I couldn't help but notice you seem to have quite the collection of paintings. Markus: Well, I am an artist after all. Beltz: Do you mind me asking about this one? *points to the SCP-4324 instance* Markus: That little thing? Not much to say about it, just a painting of a saint. Certainly is pretty though. Beltz: It is. If it's of a saint, I'm guessing you're a religious man? Markus: Of course! Isn't everyone in this town? Beltz: True, true… Do you know where you got this painting? Was it a gift of some sorts, or did you buy it? Markus: I… I don't actually know. Can't remember for the life of me. As far as I know I've always had it. Never did figure out who the artist was either. Beltz: Well, that certainly is strange. Thanks for answering my questions. Shall we continue looking around? <End Log> Closing Statement: Further analysis will have to be done into the properties of SCP-4324 manifestation, especially with regards to potential amnestic properties. Seems to resemble those exhibited by SCP-4324. - Researcher Palomer Addendum 4324-02: Incident Log 4324-01 Foundation research into SCP-4324 begin in late 2003, after reports that the Catholic population of ██████ had risen 600% from the previous year. This had led to tensions in the city, and a series of crimes against non-Catholic citizens occured. This eventually culminated in the murder of two atheist citizens (Jan and Maja Becker) on ██/██/2005 by Ben Wiegel, a Catholic. Foundation Agents investigated ██████ and found seven instances of SCP-4324, (three in possesion by Wiegel and four by the church he attended) which were subsequently secured. |
SCP-4325 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4325 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers are to search internet forums and social media sites for accounts of SCP-4325 and its effects. If an individual is found to have been afflicted with SCP-4325, they are to be located and sent to a Foundation quarantine facility, with staff to record the individual's symptoms and to check if SCP-4325 is present in their retina. If the symptom is unique enough to be classed as a variation of SCP-4325, it is to be recorded in Log-4325-A. Foundation front companies are to raise awareness and encourage research of "visual snow", as to help distinguish it from SCP-4325's anomalous effects. Description: SCP-4325 is an anomalous phenomenon and affliction that primarily affects those with the condition known as "visual snow", in which the user's vision displays a light amount of 'static', akin to a poorly tuned analogue television [See Log-4325-A for more information regarding symptoms]. When SCP-4325 has infested and activated within an individual (now designated SCP-4325-1), their vision will begin to be overtaken by static. Within 3 hours of being afflicted, SCP-4325-1's vision will be completely overridden, leading to a complete loss of normal function within the eyes1. Tests have shown that only the subject's vision is affected, and other senses such as hearing and touch are not normally affected, although those with tinnitus report hearing noise akin to a radio tuned to a non-existent station. Individuals affected by the main anomalous symptom of SCP-4325 (plain animated static) also report visual hallucinations of seemingly random objects and entities within the static. Analysis of these reports indicate that these hallucinations are caused by SCP-4325-1's mind, and not an anomalous effect of SCP-4325 itself. During physical examinations, symptoms of SCP-4325 have been found within the retina of the subject's eye. To date, every infected individual has displayed this property. + Show INTERVIEW SCP-4325-A - Hide INTERVIEW SCP-4325-A Interviewed: D-98523 Interviewer: Dr. Ellis Darling Foreword: D-98523 complained of "bad eyesight" at approximately 8 am. He then began to yell for personnel at 12:03 pm, screaming about how his vision has completely decayed. Dr. Ellis: So, what exactly do you see, with your…condition? D-98523: Don't you know what visual snow is, man? I mean, it's pretty damn obvious. Dr. Ellis: I may be a scientist, but I am not familiar with the condition, no. Can you describe it? D-98523: Well, in short, it's like looking through broken eyes. You think it's all normal, you think everyone else has it. But then it starts getting worse, and eventually you can't see anything anymore, except for one thing. Dr. Ellis: What's that one thing? D-98523: Static, man. I feel like a broken tv. Closing Statement: D-98523 refused to answer more questions. Research into classification as an anomaly is ongoing. + Show INTERVIEW SCP-4325-B - Hide INTERVIEW SCP-4325-B Interviewed: Researcher Miles Dean Interviewer: Dr. Ellis Darling Dr. Ellis: You called me! What happened? Miles: I don't know! I was just sitting in the break room and I saw the tv was off. When I went to check it, my vision just… changed. Dr. Ellis: Changed how, Miles? Miles: What do you mean how? Can't you see it in my eyes? It's as plain as night and day. (Miles holds his head in his hands) Miles: I… I can't see colour. Closing Statement: Unique variation of SCP-4325 is to be now classed as SCP-4325-RW. + Show INTERVIEW SCP-4325-C - Hide INTERVIEW SCP-4325-C Interviewed: Romeo Richards Interviewer: Dr. Ellis Darling Dr. Ellis: You've made quite a number of posts on [REDACTED] about your 'special' condition. Would you mind describing it to me? Romeo: Sure, what else do I have to lose? Can't see shit anymore. All I see now is just text, floating. Dr. Ellis: Text? Like floating words? Romeo: Yes, that text! Can't you see it? It's everywhere, on the walls, the ceiling, my wife's face, you name it! It's here right now… Dr. Ellis: Wait, right now? What does it say, Romeo? Romeo: "No signal." Closing Statement: Shortly after the interview, Romeo's vision went to include colour bars used to test North American analogue televisions. Unique variation of SCP-4325 is to be now classed as SCP-4325-NW. + Show INTERVIEW SCP-4325-D - Hide INTERVIEW SCP-4325-D Interviewed: Kim Murray Interviewer: Dr. Ellis Darling Foreword: Kim was detained shortly after an altercation at the Indian Casino ██████, shouting about the "Black and White Indian Curse" Dr. Ellis: I'm here to just ask a few questions regarding your videos on [REDACTED] about your 'special' condition. Would you mind describing it to me? Kim: I thought you watched them, though? Dr. Ellis: I did, I just need your statement for the hospital. Kim: Alright, whatever you say. The only thing I can say, is that it's an Indian head. Dr. Ellis: Indian head? Kim: Yeah, that. I've been cursed by that thing! Black and white Native American cross hair bullshit… Dr. Ellis: Actually, I think I may have something, hold on. (Dr. Ellis pulls up a series of cards, each with a different picture. Kim looks through them for a moment before freezing up. She points to one of the cards with an expression of fear.) Variation SCP-4325-BW. Kim: That card! The Indian black and white one! That's it! Closing Statement: The image that Kim referred to was the "Indian-head test pattern", used by the RCA until the introduction of Digital Television in 2009. This unique variation of SCP-4325 is to be classed as SCP-4325-BW. Contrary to other variations of SCP-4325, the manifestation of static and complete vision loss did not occur until approximately 2 weeks after symptoms manifested. + Show INTERVIEW SCP-4325-E - Hide INTERVIEW SCP-4325-E Interviewed: Steve Jackson Interviewer: Dr. Ellis Darling Dr. Ellis: Hello Mr. Jackson, I'm Ellis. I'm here to ask a few questions about your "thing". Are you able to do that? Steve: Oh, I would love to Miss! Thank you so much for asking! Dr. Ellis: No problem, Mr. Jackson. Steve: Right. If I can remember correctly, it started shortly after my 95th birthday, and I was pretty sure it was just a dream. But when I saw it in real life let me tell you, I was pretty shocked! Dr. Ellis: Shocked for what, Mr. Jackson? Steve: I, uh, saw this image, an image of a little girl with a clown. You remember those things? They had the colours and that picture when the channels went down? All I could see was that, but then I saw…and I saw… (Mr. Jackson remained silent for the rest of the interview. He was admitted to the ████ hospital shortly after.) Closing Statement: This unique variation of SCP-4325 is to be classed as SCP-4325-TW. Further monitoring of Steve Jackson will be implemented in the event of this variation of SCP-4325 changing. Addendum: During a routine physical examination of a user infected with SCP-4325 on ██/██/████, a variation of SCP-4325-TW was found. Along with the subject's retina displaying Test Card W, a block of text with the words "COME ON" flashed numerous times. The subject then reported a noise akin to multiple objects shattering, with what seemed to be an individual sobbing. These developments have led to ongoing efforts to identify and contain the source of SCP-4325, if one exists. Footnotes 1. One variation: SCP-4325-BW, did not display these properties until 2 weeks after manifestation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4325" by TheManhattenProject, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4325. 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: rca.png Name: RCA Indian Head test pattern.png Author: Radio Corporation of America (RCA) License: Public Domain Source Link: [ https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:RCA_Indian_Head_test_pattern.png Wikimedia Commons] |
SCP-4326 | safe | Item #: SCP-4326 Special Containment Procedure: Due to its highly public location, SCP-4326 is not able to be moved or closed. As such, Foundation engineers have constructed a facade around the front of the facility mimicking its interior without activating any anomalous effect. No weddings are to be conducted within the anomalous portion of SCP-4326, with revenue from non-anomalous weddings being used to fund regional Foundation activity. Whenever possible Foundation personnel with long-term relationships are to be assigned to SCP-4326 in place of those in shorter-term relationships. Description: SCP-4326 is a wedding chapel in Las Vegas, Nevada. Any two or more sentient subjects intending to marry will experience a mind-altering anomaly upon reaching the altar. All memories the subjects have of one another will be altered so that any unpleasant, stressful, anger-inducing or other similarly negative recollections become entirely positive, meaning that subjects will have their full range of memories but changed in a way which makes them recall negatives positively or optimistically, and already-positive memories being unchanged. This effect only extends to long-term memory. In day-to-day short-term interactions, subjects may begin re-noticing negative behaviors, personality traits and habits which they had previously come to terms with in their existing relationships. Once recollections of any fights, disagreements or other disturbances related to SCP-4326 have been stored in long-term memory, any negative connotations will be forgotten with subjects frequently being unable to recall what they were fighting about in the first place. SCP-4326's effect is permanent. All memories created with other subjects affected by SCP-4326 will become positively-inclined once they have been stored in long-term memory, causing the subjects to re-discover anything they dislike about one another repeatedly and indefinitely. This has been known to cause stress in relationships between SCP-4326-affected persons. It has been found that SCP-4326's effect is less effective on relationships which had existed for at least forty-five years prior to exposure to its effect. The legal status of marriage in the United States does not affect SCP-4326. SCP-4326 was classified Safe after being discovered in the field by Foundation agents. Six months after discovery, both agents were transferred to separate projects. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4326" by Anonymous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4326. 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-4327 | neutralized | Item#: 4327 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: none Risk Class: caution link to memo Location of SCP-4327's neutralization. Special Containment Procedures: The remains of SCP-4327 are to remain in a Site-64K Biological Storage Locker. All individuals who have witnessed SCP-4327 before, after, or during its neutralization have been interviewed and amnesticized. The location where SCP-4327 was neutralized is to remain closed to the public under the Class-33 cover story "Endangered Species Nesting Ground". Description: SCP-4327 is a massive Cancridae1 entity resembling a Cancer productus. The entity measures 25.3 meters wide and 25.1 meters in height. Despite violating the square cube law, SCP-4327 is fully capable of supporting its own weight. It possesses an extremely slow metabolism, only requiring nutrition once every two years. SCP-4327's diet is mainly composed of large quantities of shoaling fish and humpback whales. It largely remains below the ocean surface, commonly below a depth of 120 meters. At random points throughout the year, SCP-4327 will move onto land for several hours before returning to the sea. The behavior of SCP-4327 is largely similar to that of a non-anomalous C. productus. SCP-4327's anatomy is an exact replica of the C. productus, save for the scale. Addendum 4327.1 Discovery SCP-4327 was first documented in June of 1902 by Mikhail Uthof, captain of the Imperial Russian battleship Knyaz Suvorov, on the coastline of Southwestern Korea. A Foundation translated journal log was written by Mikhail partially detailing SCP-4327. Thursday, 5th. Jeollanam-do, Korea. Knyaz Suvorov I come to report my findings of a magnificent creature, a beast larger than anyone has seen before. More than twice as large as our own vessel, I saw it with my own eyes from my ship. Red in color and with massive claws, I signaled my crew immediately, but by then it had already disappeared. I gravely regret I will never see such a sight again in my lifetime. Saturday, 7th. Jeollanam-do, Korea. I am unsure of what I have seen today. I may have possibly been in the shortest distance from the creature than anyone may have been before. We anchored our vessel off the coastline and a whale came by. Suddenly the whale was rapidly pulled down, in less then eight seconds I lost sight of that beast as it vanished below the sea. Thirty seconds later pieces of the whale floated to the surface along with the water being stained by blood. I firmly believe this was the work of the creature I had witnessed days earlier, and while I had not witnessed it with my own eyes today, no other creature could have possibly done this. Sunday, 8th. Port Arthur, Russian Dalian. My telegrapher has done the duty of reporting my findings to the Korean government. He also reported it to the local governments of Japan and the Brits. If the beast can take down a whale in less than ten seconds, there is no telling what it could to do a ship. The least we could do is warn others of a possible threat, but given they will all likely believe this encounter as some mystical sea-monster tale, I doubt any will listen. The following is a received telegram from the offices of the Kvantunskaya oblast. LARGE CARNIVOROUS BEAST SPOTTED AT 34.803078, 126.242000 CAUTION ADVISED WHEN IN AREA CURRENT WHEREABOUTS UNKNOWN Addendum 4327.2 IJAMEA Discovery SCP-4327 was discovered again by the Imperial Japanese Anomalous Matters Extermination Agency (IJAMEA) on the coastline of Jeollanam-do. Personnel attempted to terminate the entity but were unsuccessful, largely due to the lack of manpower and equipment. Most of the following was currently located in Mainland China due to the outbreak of the Second Sino-Japanese War. The following is a translated report filed by IJAMEA operatives after the attempt of termination was made. Termination Report Attached photograph of the engagement. ✖ October 12, 1937 Base camp was created near the rumored location of this so-called "sea-monster" in Chōsen. Creature appeared from the sea and began wandering the seaside. Strike team was immediately alerted to the entity's presence. The entity did not appear to react to being fired upon with a barrage of bullets. Entity did react upon being hit with the one artillery cannon at our disposal. The creature did not appear to hold hostility against us. It continued to wander, seemingly ignoring us until we fired an artillery shell onto it. After being hit with an explosive, the being began to retreat into the water. Due to the lack of vehicles or watercraft at our disposal, we were unable to pursue the entity after this short engagement. We remained on location for the remainder of two days after this event. During the nights, the ground shook and vibrated every so often. However, our scouts could not locate this entity, even during the brief vibrations. Despite our failure in terminating this being, we had captured a number of photographic evidence proving its existence. Hopefully in the inevitable day in which our wars against the Chinese come to an end, we can end this creature for good. Addendum 4327.3 Neutralization SCP-4327 was successfully neutralized by the Turkish Brigade, a member of United Nations Command during the Korean War. It was discovered inadvertently by the advancing infantry battalions moving north towards the city of Seoul. RECORDED LOG Date: October 12th, 1950 The footage begins on a 35mm handheld camera. The videographer is sitting in the top of the tank turret of a M36 Tank Destroyer in Turkish service. Although sound is present in the footage, speech is unintelligible due to poor audio quality. 00:00:11 The vehicle comes across a fork in the road. It turns left. Several troop transport trucks behind the tank follow. 00:03:42 The landscape transitions from rice fields to a cliffy coastline. The tank's commanders hatch opens, revealing the lieutenant colonel2 of the advancing army. 00:10:56 All vehicles have moved down from a hill and moved into the coast. SCP-4327 is present on the beach. Aytaç signals to stop immediately to the vehicle convoy. 00:11:00 Soldiers on troop transport begin to disembark and form a defensive perimeter on the sand. The entity is subsequently fired upon by the infantry. 00:11:24 A tank shell strikes SCP-4327, hitting the entities left forward leg. SCP-4327 stumbles but recovers after several seconds. 00:11:53 Another tank shell fired from the hilltop hits SCP-4327, hitting the upper carapace3. SCP-4327 begins to attempt to retreat into the ocean. 00:11:57 The entity is hit by another shell in the back right leg. SCP-4327 collapses entirely. It attempts to recover but is fired upon again by a recently calibrated artillery cannon. 00:12:19 SCP-4327 attempts to stand but is unable to. A shell hits SCP-4327 near its left eye. A fluid believed to be hemolymph4 begins to leak from its eye. 00:13:37 The legs of SCP-4327 no longer move, the entities pincers and "head" move slightly. The underside abdomen is now leaking the unidentified fluid profusely. 00:14:09 More than ten "craters" are visible in SCP-4327's carapace, another shell hits SCP-4327 between its eyes. 00:14:38 SCP-4327 is believed to have ceased motory function at this point. 00:15:24 Aytaç signals to stop firing. The soldiers are seen slowly approaching the corpse of SCP-4327. The recording concludes shortly afterward. Infantry opening fire upon SCP-4327. Footnotes 1. Scientific classification of a taxonomic family of crabs. 2. Identified as Aytaç Gündüz. 3. Upper head of a crustacean, or "head shield" 4. Fluid analogous to blood in crustaceans. |
SCP-4328 | euclid | Sketch of an SCP-4328-1 instance, created by Junior Researcher Howel after a routine expedition into SCP-4328. Item #: SCP-4328 Special Containment Procedures: Research Site-4328 has been constructed around SCP-4328, with the purpose of objects and organisms that originate from the anomaly. It is to be assigned a standard Foundation Security Team in regards to security and on-site safety. Description: SCP-4328 is an extra-dimensional location accessible by way of a free standing door, located at ██████, France. The interior of SCP-4328 appears to be a cathedral, built in the Gothic style of architecture common in 15th century Europe. SCP-4328's physical size is assumed to be infinite, with the farthest expedition into SCP-4328 reaching a distance of 16 km before having turning back for supplies. Rooms within SCP-4328 are varied - while the bulk of the anomaly appears to be hallways and naves, expeditions have discovered specialized rooms within SCP-4328 that seem to be primarily used for the growing of crops and as sleeping quarters. Coating the walls and floors of SCP-4328 is a organic substance that is red in coloration. Analysis has revealed a 48% match with human DNA, with unidentified DNA forming the bulk of the genetic sample. Currently, there are no known entrances or exits to SCP-4328 besides the one in Foundation custody. As of the time of writing, all known electronic devices fail to work within SCP-4328. This has led to a reliance on pen and paper for the recording of interviews and information gathering, and has led to a less then accurate knowledge base of the anomaly. SCP-4328-1 refers to the inhabitants of SCP-4328. SCP-4328-1 instances have been reported to range from five to seven feet tall, with variation in body shape and mass common. The heads of SCP-4328-1 are similar to several common flower species1, with a yellow optical organ in the middle. The "petals" of SCP-4328-1 contain two sets of teeth, which can range from 5 to 10 cm. SCP-4328-1's skin coloration ranges from dark red to purple, with the texture having been described as similar to leather. All SCP-4328-1 instances have been seen wearing brown robes, similar to certain religious orders on Earth. SCP-4328-1 have been polite and willing to communicate with research teams, which has benefited research into SCP-4328 greatly. SCP-4328-1 society is similar to that of a monastery lifestyle common in the Middle Ages, appearing to be self sufficient with no need to leave SCP-4328 for supplies. Substance wise, SCP-4328-1 members appear to feed on a variety of fruit and other vegetation grown on the same organic substance that covers SCP-4328. SCP-4328-1 instances all follow the same religion, which has been identified as "The Order of the Flowering Soldier." According to interviews, the following tenets form the basis of the religion. "The Flowering Soldier" is a potential Class-Ω Theological Entity who was directly responsible for the creation of SCP-4328 Currently, the entity is in a "great slumber", following the removal of "infinite flesh", which resulted in the creation of SCP-4328 Because of this, SCP-4328-1 have both a culture and religion based on fair and equal sharing, i.e, company for food, or help for shelter. SCP-4328-1 have stated that other "travelers" have arrived before in SCP-4328. However, no other organisms have been found within SCP-4328 other than SCP-4328-1. Despite this, SCP-4328-1 have shown researchers artifacts given to them by other individuals who have entered SCP-4328. Most of these artifacts range in age from the 10th to the 18th centuries, and are typically weapons or battle standards that seem to have been recovered by SCP-4328-1 instances. Addendum: Interview - 9/16/97 This interview was conducted by Junior Researcher Howell on a routine expedition into SCP-4328 with a SCP-4328-1 (designated SCP-4328-1A) instance who was tending to crops at the time. SCP-4328-1A: Why hello there traveler, are you well? Howell: I'm doing well, thank you. How are you? SCP-4328-1A: Tired and weary. My hands feel as if they slip off the bone they reside on. Howell: How long have you been out here? SCP-4328-1A: Since first ringing. Note: Time is kept in SCP-4328 by periodic ringing of bells across the anomaly. Currently, no source has been located. In this instance, first ringing is equivalent to early morning. Howell: Crouches next to the crops Do you mind if I take a sample? SCP-4328-1A: Not at all traveler. We share our fruit like the Flowering Soldier shared to create all of this. May I ask what you plan to do with it? Howell: Crouches down and takes a larger specimen, placing it in a biological evidence bag. Specimen is a large fruit, with leathery texture and dark red coloration. Just wanted to take a sample for research. Can I ask what it is? SCP-4328-1A: Lord's Heart. Care to try? Howell: Lord's Heart? You mean like the Flowering Soldier? SCP-4328-1A: Yes, exactly. Flesh is given and taken here, all is shared. That fruit represents that, it is the dead, the living, bundled together in simple cellulose and starch. It is the Soldier, like all of this is. It gestures to the organic coating which lines the walls. Howell: The bells ring for the third time, marking noon. Guess that's my leave, I need to take this and catch up with my boss. Thank you for this. Hopefully we can see again? SCP-4328-1A: If the bells are favorable. Safe journeys, traveler. Incident Log 4328-1 █/██/99 D-8892 had been assigned to janitorial duty in Site-4328. On █/██/99, at 14:00, D-8892 attacked two junior researchers and entered SCP-4328, in an apparent escape attempt. The onsite security team mobilized and entered SCP-4328 approximately 8 minutes later. The following is compiled from the security team's accounts. 14:00 - D-8892 enters SCP-4328 14:08 - The team enters SCP-4328. Surrounding the entrance on SCP-4328's side is a swarm of SCP-4328-A. The team pushes through the crowd towards the center. 14:12 - The crowd is surrounding D-8892, who has been cocooned to the ground by the organic substance present in SCP-4328. By him is a SCP-4328-1 instance, deceased. D-8892 is unresponsive. 14:14 -Members of the security team debate among themselves if they should free D-8892. At the same time, SCP-4328-1 instances have started to vocalize, chanting. D-8892 is still unresponsive. 14:15 - Team members turn to see D-8892 being pulled into the ground, appearing as if he is dissolving. 14:16 - The assembled SCP-4328-1 instances move in and surround the encased D-8892, ignoring the security team .They continue to chant, and members of the security team report a bright light filling the area. 14:46 - Security team members wake up, having lost consciousness. The body of D-8892 is nearby, [EXPUNGED]. Inside the chest cavity of D-8892's corpse is a newly blooming flower, identical to the head of a SCP-4328-1 instance. The team then exits SCP-4328. Footnotes 1. Most commonly, the genera Hippeastrum, Tulip, and Rosa. |
SCP-4329 | safe | Item #: SCP-4329 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4329-A is publicly listed as a communal property belonging to the ‘Escerpan’s Church of Saints’ sect.1 Individuals attempting to access SCP-4329-A without permission are to be apprehended, questioned, then released to local law authorities if necessary; standard ‘Escerpanian’ doctrine can be cited to justify questioning. SCP-4329-A is to be checked daily for unauthorised FM radio receivers tuned to SCP-4329-B’s radio band. Any encountered are to be logged and relocated outside SCP-4329-B’s broadcast range or destroyed if necessary. Quotes recited by SCP-4329-B are to be recorded and logged, along with a record of the respective item/s. Items manifested by SCP-4329 must be located as soon as possible; on-site personnel must exhibit extreme caution as the items could be hazardous or lethal. SCP-4329-B is to be constantly monitored for any deviation in behaviour. In the event inhibition of SCP-4329-B becomes necessary, the 9:00 AM news broadcast of ‘[DATA REDACTED]’ is to be delayed for as long as needed. If necessary, ‘[DATA REDACTED]’ is to be shut down indefinitely to potentially neutralise SCP-4329. Description: SCP-4329 is an anomalous radio broadcast (SCP-4329-B) occupying the ███.█ FM band, localised to the property boundaries of [DATA REDACTED], Beerwah, Australia (SCP-4329-A). External to SCP-4329-A, the ███.█ FM band is used by ‘[DATA REDACTED]’, a local radio station; to date, no connection between SCP-4329 and ‘[DATA REDACTED]’ has been found. While within the property, the transmissions of ‘[DATA REDACTED]’ appear to be totally suppressed by SCP-4329-B. Attempts to triangulate the source of SCP-4329-B have been unsuccessful; tests conducted indicate that SCP-4329-B originates a significant distance north-west of SCP-4329-A, rendering the source impossible to locate since the transmission cannot be detected outside of SCP-4329-A. Of note is that Mount Coochin, the closest mountain to SCP-4329-A, is located north-west of the property. Each day at 9:00 AM local time coinciding with the 9:00 AM news broadcast of ‘[DATA REDACTED]’, a male voice will recite a quote via SCP-4329-B. No theme or relation has yet been identified between these phrases; identified sources include book excerpts, (presumed) packaging labels, TV or video game dialogue, internet memes, song lyrics, sentences from confidential documents, jokes and brand slogans. The remainder of SCP-4329-B’s broadcast time comprises entirely of continuous, faint breathing. Immediately following the conclusion of an SCP-4329-B vocalisation, a random object will manifest somewhere within the boundaries of SCP-4329-A. No correlation between an object and its corresponding phrase, nor between each of the objects, has yet been identified. Addendum 1: Samples of recorded phrases & manifested items. Phrase: And God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness.’ Source: Genesis 1:3-4 of the New International Version of the Bible. Item: A custom-made digital device that appears to have been intended to function as a radio broadcaster; the internal components were incorrectly assembled, rendering the device non-functional at recovery. Manifested inside a bedroom. Phrase: If you can steal an idea from someone’s mind, why can’t you plant one there instead? Source: Dialogue of ‘Saito’, Inception. Item: A standard G36 Glock handgun. Object discharged a single round upon manifestation, injuring an on-site guard; no other ammunition present in the firearm. Residents around SCP-4329-A alerted local authorities, see: Incident 4329-7. Manifested outside the front door of the building. Phrase: Da zdravstvuyet sozdanny voley narodov. Source: Third line of ‘Славься, Отечество наше свободное’, the USSR State Anthem. Translation: ‘Long live the creation of the will of the people.’ Item: Seven Abyssinian guinea pigs. Colouration and behaviour suggest all originate from the same litter. Manifested in the hands of several on-site personnel. All instances are under extended on-site observation, but appear to be mundane. Phrase: Old Montag wanted to fly near the sun and now that he’s burnt his damn wings, he wonders why. Source: Dialogue of ‘Captain Beatty’, Fahrenheit 451. Item: A Silver Youtube Play Button, lacking plaque and inscription. Design of the award suggests it was manufactured prior to March 20182, with the composition matching post-March 2017 models. Manifested inside a sandwich stored in a fridge. Phrase: And if you see Doctor Breen, tell him I said ‘fuck you!’ Source: Dialogue of ‘Barney Calhoun’, Half-Life 2. Item: A mundane ‘Dystopia the Despondent’ card from the Yu-Gi-Oh card game.3 Manifested inside a toilet bowl, resulting in expected water damage. Phrase: The tools of offence and defence are all found in agricultural instruments. Source: Taigong’s Six Secret Teachings, as translated by Anjie Anderson and Mengchen Wang. Item: Unknown; item, if any, has yet to be located. A 300-gram trapezohedral mass of neptunium-237. Manifested inside the west wall of the main bedroom. Located after on-site staff began exhibiting symptoms of radiation poisoning. Phrase: For more than forty-eight hours for children and adolescents, aged seven to seventeen, except on medical advice. Source: Indeterminate; content suggests generic dosage instructions/warning for a medicine. Item: A Lenoxx-brand CD player, containing an unmarked CD. The only file on the CD was a recording of The Year 1812 Solemn Overture by Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, which the CD player began playing from the 11:30 mark at maximum volume. Starting time noted to be significant as the iconic cannon fire – which was present in the recording – began 35 seconds later. Manifested in the ceiling space above the bathroom. Phrase: Microhabitat. Noun. A limited area of one kind of habitat, differing from the areas around it. Source: Oxford Australian Student’s Colour Dictionary, Third edition. Item: A 300-page handwritten essay titled ‘Why the numbers ten through nineteen are stupid’, advocating for the aforementioned numbers to be renamed to match the naming conventions of later numbers4 without citing any external sources. No author is named, but the handwriting style matches that of Elvis Presley. Manifested on a workbench in the garage. Phrase: Worse yet, what remains has become too saline to support any of the native species that once filled its waters. Source: National Geographic, Vol. 177, No. 2 (February 1990), Pg. 72. Item: A single cinderblock brick. Manifested above the building’s television aerial, damaging it. Phrase: A thing that doesn’t change with time is a memory of younger days. Source: Dialogue of ‘Sheik’, The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time or The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time 3D.5 Item: A volume of seawater sufficient to completely fill the laundry room, which it manifested within. Phrase: And then the witch doctor, he told me what to do. Source: Lyrics from Witch Doctor by Ross Bagdasarian Senior. Item: A lightly-worn copy of The Angel’s Command by Brian Jacques, February 2004 paperback reprint. Internal pages of the book are blank, but the appropriate number is present. Manifested on the front porch beside a rainwater pipe. Phrase: Big chungus. Source: Internet meme; multiple sources. Item: An indeterminate, but large, volume of potassium. Substance manifested within the underground piping of SCP-4329-A, detonating and causing severe damage to the on-site water and sewerage infrastructure. Presence of potassium hydroxide identified the explosion’s source. Phrase: Immediately following the conclusion of an SCP-4329-B vocalisation, a random object will manifest somewhere within the boundaries of SCP-4329-A. Source: Containment file of SCP-4329. The phrase suggests SCP-4329-B may have some awareness of its own containment. Item: A single Brachychiton rupestris sapling, one metre in height, with common potting soil. Item manifested in the driveway, displacing a portion of concrete. Phrase: No-one ever said it would be so hard. I’m going back to the start. Source: Lyrics from The Scientist by Coldplay. Item: A copy of the album A Rush of Blood to the Head by Coldplay. To date, this is the only item to hold a known relation to its corresponding phrase;6 as this has not reoccurred, it is currently believed to be a coincidence. Footnotes 1. A pseudo-religious Foundation front claiming to be a small denomination of the Latter Day Saint movement. 2. After which the design was changed to an engraved metal plaque. 3. Invasion: Vengeance Special Edition print. 4. E.g. ten to ‘onety’, eleven to ‘onety-one’, twelve to ‘onety-two’, etc. 5. Note: Identical dialogue occurs in both games. 6. The Scientist is the fourth song in the album. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4329" by Jack Ike, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4329. 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-4330 | keter | Provisional Site 4330-31 after a failed attempt at subverting SCP-4330, June 3rd, 2010 Item #: SCP-4330 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4330 is currently uncontained. Sound level meters stationed at various locations should be actively monitored for future SCP-4330 events. Description: SCP-4330 is an irregularly recurring anomalous phenomenon affecting sound pressure levels on the surface of the Earth. For the duration of this phenomenon, sound level meters record readings consistent with that of the vacuum of space1. Analysis indicates that a series of seemingly-random, individually-explicable events are responsible. Examples include conversations pausing simultaneously, weather patterns becoming briefly becalmed, the synchronization of machine engine cycles, and sound produced by moving objects undergoing complete destructive interference with ambient noise. In addition, long-running producers of sound, like the Halberstadt organ performance2, suffer unforeseen but explainable technical failures during this event. While an SCP-4330 event typically only lasts for a few milliseconds, the improbable number of coincidences required to produce such an event multiple times has led to its anomalous classification. Since the discovery of SCP-4330 in 19893, the Foundation has attempted to subvert future SCP-4330 occurrences seven times without success. Initial attempts involved simple sonic devices intended to produce continuous sound; each failed due to technical issues seconds before an SCP-4330 event. Subsequent devices were constructed with numerous failsafes and backups; these were taken offline shortly before SCP-4330 events by containment breaches, natural disasters, and (in one instance) a coordinated GOC raid4. All attempts to subvert SCP-4330 occurrences have been put on indefinite hold pending further review. While SCP-4330 events follow no easily predictable model, they do appear to be increasing in frequency. Since their discovery, the period between events has decreased from several years to months. Current projections estimate SCP-4330 events will start to run concurrently by approximately 2055. What this implies about the state of Earth's habitability at this date is currently unknown. Footnotes 1. Due to limitations of acoustic technology it is currently not possible to be sure if this means literally no sound is being produced during this time or if the sound pressure is simply below the minimum threshold measurable. 2. A recital of John Cage's work As Slow as Possible intended to run for centuries and to consist of a single consistent tone at any given time. 3. SCP-4330 was first brought to Foundation attention in 2001 when an unrelated attempt to train a neural net noted an anomaly in global atmospheric sensor data; subsequent analysis noted multiple other such instances, the earliest dating back to 1961, although the lack of reliable sound level data in the decades preceding that event make it unclear if it is the first such one. 4. This raid appears to have been conducted under the assumption that the subversion devices themselves were dangerous, anomalous items given the high level of Foundation security devoted to them. Negotiations with GOC forces to broker a truce in this matter are ongoing. |
SCP-4331 | keter | Item#: 4331 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: danger link to memo SCP-4331-3 prior to expiration and the development of anomalous properties. Special Containment Procedures: Provisional containment sites (Sites BNF-1 through BNF-4) are positioned around each SCP-4331 instance.1 The instances are stored in locked containment chambers at the centers of the sites with triple-redundant security measures ensuring that chamber doors remain locked under all circumstances. Due to the rapid proliferation of elk in attempts to transport the anomalies, relocation is not considered feasible. Personal firearms are necessary for all personnel operating in the facilities. Personnel must not interact with organisms belonging to the family Cervidae; doing so is liable for demotion and/or removal from SCP-4331 containment duties. Personnel with a fondness towards elk and other Cervidae are strictly forbidden from assignment to SCP-4331. Location at Site BNF-2 verified. Displaying ancillary information. SATET Defense Measures: In SATET Events security forces are authorized to use all means necessary to prevent SCP-4331-M instances from breaching the sites' perimeters. Weaponry determined to have limited potential for damaging the surrounding ecosystem is to be employed unless SCP-4331-M exhibit properties that require alternate means of neutralization. Non-anomalous elk are to be tranquilized; lethal force is permitted only as a last resort. The containment chambers will be set to lockdown for the duration of SATET Events, with the only means of ending the lockdown by means of codes held by Foundation sites beyond Banff National Park. Codes will be sent once all clear signals from all four containment sites are broadcasted. The Parks Canada Agency is collaborating with the Foundation to ensure proper coverup of these events. Full details regarding the nature of the anomaly have only been provided to select individuals and government officials, with involved workers being approved for the minimum amount of information necessary to complete SCP-4331-related work. The locations of Sites BNF-1 through BNF-4 in restricted regions of the park limit potential civilian discoveries, though encounters with new SCP-4331 instances and SCP-4331-M are possible. Parks Canada guards will accost trespassing persons and provide cover stories regarding the restricted areas being used for wildlife research. Detainment is permitted. Any leaks of information on the anomalies or Foundation activity will be discredited as conspiracy theories. No human subjects are allowed to physically contact SCP-4331 instances under any circumstances. Description: SCP-4331 instances are four Rocky Mountain elk2 cadavers (SCP-4331-1 through SCP-4331-4), located in Banff National Park,3 that generate elk on physical contact with a sentient or sapient entity. Replication involves the cadaver in question generating additional mass until a new elk forms and splits off, lasting five seconds to one minute. These elk are denoted SCP-4331-L. All emerge with fully matured bodies. The anatomy of SCP-4331-L instances is dependent on the entities that interact with the cadavers. In the case of human subjects, the instances will be generated with human body features and significant degrees of disfigurement. Examples of instance body plans have included: Human torsos with non-functional arms protruding laterally from the body, intersecting with the elk's internal skeletal structures and organs. Masses of human craniums forming the hind limbs, positioned around malformed spinal columns. The craniums contained brains, linked by the columns to the full nervous system. Each displayed neural activity analogous to standard human pleasure responses. Locomotion by the elk could only be achieved by using its front limbs to drag itself along the ground. A spherical head containing the same amount of mass as the full body. The instance in question was unable to move after generation, writhing until its cranium experienced spontaneous pressurization and violent depressurization. An enlarged human fetus was found in the remnants of the head. Due to the expected conflict between anatomies, SCP-4331-L rapidly expire upon generation. Similar outcomes are experienced with physical interaction from different organisms.4 Indirect forms of physical interaction will cause generation as well. Vehicles, machinery, and autonomous devices such as drones consistently trigger replication upon physical contact so long as the machine in question was created by a sapient or sentient individual. The full extent of what classifies as indirect contact is not known. SCP-4331 instances do not decay. Aside from SCP-4331-3, which had been tracked by Parks Canada as part of wildlife research and was discovered to display anomalous properties on death, the dates at which other instances died is unknown. Displaying ancillary information. OVERVIEW: SATET Events Three elk en route to Site BNF-4 during a SATET Event. An SCP-4331-M instance, secondary head obscured by its body, stands to the far right. Event Details: SATET Events are monthly5 events, tending to last for several days, in which elk in Banff National Park and outlying regions navigate to Sites BNF-1 through BNF-4 and attempt to breach their perimeters. Breach attempts involve the elk forcing through defensive measures around the sites, regardless of harm this brings to themselves, followed by ramming into the site walls repeatedly and assaulting guards. If allowed into the sites the elk will navigate directly towards SCP-4331. The cause of this behavior is uncertain but is likely linked to SCP-4331-M1. SCP-4331-M instances are Rocky Mountain elk possessing abnormal anatomies, often anomalous in nature. Though the anatomies often result in expiration as is the case with SCP-4331-L, the body structures remain stable for longer durations and are only comprised of modified elk body parts, rather than those from other species. Heightened intelligence is displayed in actions taken against Foundation personnel, though the organisms are not presumed to be sapient. Below are notable instance types: Type: M1 Description: SCP-4331-M1 antlers bend to wrap around their heads, branching and looping as to wholly obscure all features of the head and neck. The elk do not attempt to breach the sites, instead standing at the furthest point with a direct line of sight to the facilities. On conclusion of SATET Events SCP-4331-M1 leave the area. The organisms have not been found afterwards. Type: M2 Description: The antlers grow inwards into the head and protrude from the mouth, spreading outwards. Joints and musculature in the antlers enables them to function as graspers, typically used to manipulate locks, handles, and the triggers on guns stolen from personnel. SCP-4331-M2 expiration generally results from starvation, asphyxiation, or the growth of antlers into the brain. Type: M3 Description: Two sets of 10 meter-long hind legs are present, which the SCP-4331-M3 stand on, and the head is laterally widened in size. SCP-4331-M3 behave by picking up other elk and SCP-4331-M in their mouths and dropping them onto the roofs of sites. The legs tend to buckle after several minutes. Type: M5 Description: Hexapedal body plans with tumorous masses on their torsos, from which elongated elk heads extend. The heads act as "barrels" that launch highly acidic and metal-corroding fluids, usually used to dissolve site walls. Expiration has in all cases occurred shortly after appearance in SATET Events, with the organism bodies dissolving themselves from the acids or intentionally detonating in the vicinity of security forces. Type: M8 Description: Biological structures mimicking chemical rocket engines replace the anterior half of the body. High speed impacts have resulted in 12 personnel deaths and severe site damages. Type: M10 Description: 12 elk fetuses arranged into a humanoid form. The organism has only been observed during a SATET Event affecting Site BNF-3, in which it manifested by exiting the cranium of another elk, approached the facility, and was allowed inside by guards. It attempted to force itself between cracks in SCP-4331-3 containment chamber doors before liquifying. Guards interviewed afterwards recounted that the organism was "just a normal elk person." The events began after containment of SCP-4331 was established. Initial incidents involved 10-20 deer with only one SCP-4331-M instance involved, though in following years the number of deer has dramatically increased, the most recent SATET Event reaching over 100 elk and 25 SCP-4331-M. The threat posed by SCP-4331-M has additionally increased, with the organisms possessing further weaponization, disfiguration, and intent to harm personnel. Attempts at tracking SCP-4331-M have found no common point of origin, and the exact points of manifestation are unknown. Whether these organisms stem from anomalies similar to SCP-4331 instances or not is under investigation. The only SCP-4331 generation which does not lead to disfigurement is that caused by physical interaction with other Rocky Mountain elk. In this case the cadavers will generate one to nine elk, all physically healthy. Continued observation of these elk have found no signs of anomalous phenomena or behavior. It is of note that, since the containment of SCP-4331 instances, the population of Rocky Mountain elk in Banff National Park and the outlying area has been steadily declining. Footnotes 1. Initially the sites were constructed under the guise of wildlife research outposts, but increased containment difficulties have necessitated conversion into fully staffed compounds. 2. C. c. nelsoni. 3. A national park in Alberta, Canada. 4. It is to be noted that at no point prior to containment were any disfigured SCP-4331-L instances discovered. Whether a secondary anomalous effect is present that wards animal life from engaging in physical interaction is not understood. 5. Formerly bimonthly. |
SCP-4332 | euclid | Meat It For All It's Worth Written by: XilasCrowe R E V E R S E C O W More From This Axolotl SCP-3529 Rating: 363 Comments: 35 SCP-4663 Rating: 100 Comments: 13 SCP-1143 Rating: 100 Comments: 23 SCP-3684 Rating: 95 Comments: 29 SCP-2454 Rating: 74 Comments: 10 SCP-5588 Rating: 45 Comments: 6 Changes All That Is Around Me Rating: 45 Comments: 7 Don't Forget The Dead Rating: 32 Comments: 3 [{$authorPage} ▸ More by this Author ◂] {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} close Info X Meat It For All It's Worth Written by: XilasCrowe More from this axolotl Less from this axolotl Stuff I did SCP-3529 Rating: 363 Comments: 35 SCP-4663 Rating: 100 Comments: 13 SCP-1143 Rating: 100 Comments: 23 SCP-3684 Rating: 95 Comments: 29 SCP-2454 Rating: 74 Comments: 10 SCP-5588 Rating: 45 Comments: 6 Changes All That Is Around Me Rating: 45 Comments: 7 Don't Forget The Dead Rating: 32 Comments: 3 Thank to users not_a_seagull does not match any existing user name, Dysadron, and Weryllium for looking at this. R E V E R S E C O W Item #: SCP-4332 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4332 is kept within a designated pasture on Site-11's grounds. SCP-4332 requires no further care beyond that provided for non-anomalous members of its species. Description: SCP-4332 is a dairy cow (Bos taurus) composed entirely of various dairy products. The majority of SCP-4332's flesh consists of whipped cream, with milk taking the place of blood and each organ being replaced with a different flavour of ice cream. Despite this, SCP-4332 functions and behaves almost identically to a non-anomalous member of its species down to the microscopic level. SCP-4332 does not appear to experience pain when parts of its body are eaten or removed. Removed sections will regenerate themselves fully within two hours. Additionally, SCP-4332 can absorb external dairy products into itself, assimilating them into its body and increasing or regenerating its mass. SCP-4332 can be milked similarly to a non-anomalous cow. However, rather than providing milk, "milking" SCP-4332 will result in a stream of chunks of steak. The chunks will typically range from one to twenty cubic centimetres in size. Each "milking" of SCP-4332 will produce roughly the same amount of meat as could be acquired from a non-anomalous member of its species. All attempts to breed SCP-4332 have resulted in completely non-anomalous cows. Whether this is a result of SCP-4332's anomaly or just due to very recessive genes is unknown. See Addendum 4332-A Addendum 4332-A: On 5-28-2019 another instance of SCP-4332 was successfully bred. The birthing process proceeded as normal until the new instance (dubbed SCP-4332-2) had completely exited the original instance. As soon as the two instances came into contact with each other, both began to absorb the other. The resulting constant regeneration paired with the absorption and assimilation caused a feedback loop of cream to envelop the facility. After three days the expansion ceased and the cream began to be excavated. Once the building had been completely cleared of cream, only one SCP-4332 instance was found. Further testing involving the breeding of SCP-4332 has been postponed. |
SCP-4333 | esoteric-class | close Info X SCP-4333: The Profligate Author: CadaverCommander More by this author Item#: 4333 Level3 Containment Class: esoteric Secondary Class: tiamat Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: Foundation financial surveillance network MIDAS is to remain on high-alert status and maintain continual broad-scope observation of the global economy for signs of SCP-4333's activities, including but not limited to: Conspicuous acquisition of luxury goods by an individual with no discernible source of income Accounts of paper money or other forms of currency being used in extravagant and potentially-anomalous displays at upper-class social events Various Groups of Interest experiencing sudden and unanticipated economic growth, or referencing an unknown financial benefactor in intercepted communiques Changes in the global economic landscape, such as large corporations suddenly merging or undergoing unexpected hostile buyouts. In the event that a SCP-4333 iteration is confirmed, a Foundation strike force is to be immediately dispatched to bring SCP-4333 into custody or disrupt the integrity of its adopted persona in the event that apprehension proves impossible. No facility expected to contain SCP-4333 at any point in the future will be staffed with any individual known to currently display dissatisfaction with their present financial status in conjunction with an Obedience and Loyalty Index score of less than 90. Personnel developing these traits are to be immediately transferred from any site capable of receiving, processing, or containing SCP-4333 for any amount of time. Description: SCP-4333 is a humanoid entity of uncertain origin, with potent anomalous properties and unknown, potentially malicious intentions. When observed by the naked eye or through a device not equipped with a MIMIR-class thaumic anti-distortion filter1, SCP-4333 appears as one of approximately 30 45 80 currently known anomalously-generated illusory guises, all of which are male, generally considered physically attractive by the prevailing standards of the society in which the persona is used, and in the apparent age range of 35 to 45. SCP-4333's clothing invariably consists of formalwear, typically expensive suits of various styles, and a pair of sunglasses. When observed through a MIMIR filter or any other medium or means capable of negating anomalous perception-altering fields, SCP-4333 consistently appears as a human corpse in an advanced state of desiccation and decomposition2, with gold coins affixed over its eye sockets, an assortment of cut and polished gemstones filling its mouth, and a thin but complex golden crown, which features barbs that pierce the remains of its flesh in multiple places around the skull. SCP-4333's behavior is distinguished by its primary anomalous property, which allows it to spontaneously manifest currency. There appears to be no observable limit to the means through which SCP-4333 can exert this effect, nor does there appear to be any constraint upon the frequency of its use or the amount/denomination of currency manifested at any given time. Observed examples of this include: Repeatedly removing large bound stacks of paper money from an inside jacket pocket, despite there not being adequate physical space within its clothing to contain the amount removed Remotely manipulating monetary databases to increase individuals' personal account balances regardless of any security systems used by the associated financial institution Causing briefcases filled with banknotes to appear within postal delivery systems, which are then delivered to an intended recipient Manifesting a large number of loose notes in midair near the ceiling of a given room and allowing them to fall en masse upon those present Anomalously altering a nearby decorative fountain to emit a spray of coins from its spouts rather than water, despite neither the spouts nor the fountain's pumps being mechanically capable of conveying any substance other than liquids, as well as a multitude of other methods ranging from the comparatively mundane to the overtly conspicuous. SCP-4333 uses this ability to pursue an immoderate and sybaritic lifestyle, characterized by the overt and enthusiastic consumption of luxury goods and services including jewelry, automobiles, watercraft, private jets, resort visits, gambling, fine dining, designer clothing, art, premium tobacco and alcohol products, and hosting lavish parties at its various estates, as well as illicit indulgences such as unauthorized firearms and other weaponry, prostitution, and copious amounts of illegal drugs. As a result, each of SCP-4333's assumed identities quickly establishes itself as a notable figure within the aristocracy wherever it resides, often posing as a wealthy venture capitalist or magnate with holdings in an esoteric or obscure industry. It will eventually infiltrate social clubs frequented by the economic and governmental elite, plying them with bribes in an attempt to influence them toward an as-yet unknown purpose. Its cover stories can be proven false with even cursory investigation, but are nonetheless rarely questioned due to its affluence and dynamic, gregarious personality. Official inquiries by government or law enforcement agencies into SCP-4333's illegal activities or the source of its wealth are seldom resolved, as it will bribe any or all investigating officials with whatever amount of money is sufficient to discourage further scrutiny. In the event that this fails, SCP-4333 will simply alter its appearance and abandon the incriminated identity before it is able to be detained. Guises adopted by SCP-4333 thus far have been consistent until compromised, with associated birth certificates, passports, bank accounts, and other identifying documentation being prepared by SCP-4333 months if not years prior to the persona's use. False identities known to be used by SCP-4333 have been listed as citizens of a number of nations, including but not limited to the United States, the United Kingdom, Canada, Germany, France, Nigeria, China, India, Russia, Japan, Singapore, South Africa, Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Iran, Peru, Brazil, and Chile, among others. Several of these personas have been observed to be used by SCP-4333 simultaneously, suggesting that SCP-4333 may be multiple distinct individuals or possess a decentralized consciousness which enables it to manifest in multiple places contemporaneously. Due to its reliably grandiose spending habits and the availability of equipment capable of negating its perceptual camouflage, SCP-4333 has not proven difficult to track. However, it is aware of the Foundation's existence and intent to contain it, and has repeatedly used its inexhaustible financial resources in conjunction with prior planning to avoid capture and sabotage Foundation assets. SCP-4333 has applied various combinations of extensive bribery, body doubles, mercenary ambushes, assassins, obfuscating documentation, complex and frequently lethal traps, and even weaponized anomalous artifacts3 to divert investigative efforts and incapacitate Foundation strike teams. The Foundation has, with the assistance of international government and law enforcement agencies, successfully captured SCP-4333 on three separate occasions, each of which resulted in a containment breach and the entity's subsequent escape. The first attempt ended in failure when the convoy transporting SCP-4333 to its prospective containment site was assaulted by a detachment of mercenaries4, which disabled the convoy's escort, extracted SCP-4333, and escaped before reinforcements could arrive. The second concluded similarly, involving a raid by a Chaos Insurgency strike force upon the secondary containment site where SCP-4333 was temporarily held for processing. A video transcript depicting the circumstances of the third and most recent breach follows below. Date: November 3rd, 2013 Location: Processing Cell 04, Site-1885 Context: SCP-4333 intake interview, conducted by Level 3 Researcher Walter Briggs. SCP-4333 is in the guise of Donovan Edgeworth, a prominent English socialite, and is manacled to the cell's interview table. Researcher Briggs is equipped with a MIMIR visor. Site-188's security response force is doubled and on high alert in anticipation of an armed attempt to free SCP-4333. (Researcher Briggs enters the cell and secures the door with his keycard, then sits in the chair opposite SCP-4333. Briggs silently consults SCP-4333's file and prepares a clipboard for several moments while SCP-4333 stares at him with an exaggerated frowning expression. SCP-4333 speaks first.) SCP-4333: Clever. Very clever. Attempting to bore me into submission, are you? Well, I'll have you know that I've been bored by men three times as tedious as you, and I barely shed any tears at all. My tolerance of monotony borders on the legendary. Do your worst. (Researcher Briggs briefly glances up from his notes.) Researcher Briggs: You can relax, 4333. Nobody here but you and me, and I'm not likely to be impressed by your bravado. As far as your submission, well… you are chained to a table behind a locked blast door within a maximum security containment facility swarming with armed guards half a mile underground, so. Your submission would have been appreciated several years ago, but at this juncture I'd say it would be too little, too late, wouldn't you? (SCP-4333 narrows its eyes.) SCP-4333: Your point is unassailable. My situation does indeed appear to be hopeless. In light of that I suppose we ought to get to know one another, hm? Or is this one of those things where you say “There'll be time enough for that, you reprehensible fiend” and we sit here in resounding silence until one of us goes moldy? Which will be you, incidentally. I'm mold-resistant. Researcher Briggs: Undoubtedly. We'll begin with this: What relationship do you have with the organizations known as Marshall, Carter, and Dark, the Chaos Insurgency, and Are We Cool Yet? SCP-4333: You're sort of out of the loop, aren't you? What am I saying, of course you are, you literally work in a hole in the earth. Those organizations provide things called “goods” and “services”, many of which I like. They like money. So, I will oftentimes give them money, and they will give me the things I like. It's called commerce, you bleeding nitwit. Don't you have files on these people or something? I know you've got one on me, I can see it right there. Researcher Briggs: Does assaulting heavily-defended Foundation assets and installations at the risk of life and limb for the sake of keeping you out of our custody count as “commerce”? SCP-4333: Yes, actually. Well, sort of. Not only will I purchase the services of these peoples' fighting men to keep you all out of my hair, but I've earned a bit of sponsor's privilege with them. After all, I can't give them any more of my money if I'm behind bars, can I? It's mutually beneficial. Researcher Briggs: This ties in to our next issue: can you share with us what exactly your plan was? With the multiple identities, infiltration of global aristocracy, obstruction of our investigations into your activities, and the flagrant use of your anomalous abilities to stockpile anomalous artifacts from dangerous criminal organizations, with which you freely associate and “sponsor”? What were your intentions? What was all this leading toward? (SCP-4333 laughs.) SCP-4333: Ah. I see. Well then. Seeing as how you're very very curious, and in all likelihood I'm going to be here for a very long time anyway, I might as well clue you in. In actuality… (SCP-4333 leans forward in its chair slightly.) SCP-4333: There isn't any fucking plan, you ridiculous bespectacled cretin, and there never was. Good lord, they were absolutely right about you lot, you know. You think that I pursue pointless luxuries, go to parties, rub elbows with upper-class idiots, live in mansions, purchase the most exquisite of whores and dump ludicrous amounts of drugs into my body analogue because I'm up to something? I'm having fun, you hilarious baboon. There I am, minding my own business as cool as you please, then suddenly you come along and goosestep all over my perfectly innocent sinning. You know, you could benefit from my resources just as much as the others do, but noooooo, we've all got to be just as obsessive and self-righteous as you are. Honestly, it's enough to give a man a cardiac episode, if I had a cardiac capable of being episodic. Or was a man. Researcher Briggs: … Right. I'll put that down as “denies all allegations of malicious intent”. SCP-4333: Yes, “denies all absurd and libelous fabrications concocted by paranoid shadow government”. Good. Excellent synopsis. Couldn't agree more. Researcher Briggs: In that case, how do you explain the dozens of documents we've recovered from your estate that indicate citizenship of, recognition from, or fraternization with quite a few anomalous states? Some of these places are directly inimical to life on Earth, and others don't even appear to exist. SCP-4333: Ha. Sure, just because you don't know how to get there, obviously the place must not exist. Because you lot are just the smartest ever. I could sit here for days on end describing the circumstances in which I've acquired those certifications. Each one is different. It depends. Researcher Briggs: Samothrace? SCP-4333: Lovely place. Beautiful sunsets, clear, warm air. Women as saucy and spicy as the food. Bit violent, people sort of angry about something all the time, but that's true pretty much anywhere. Did a favor for the Shah, bailed him out of a tight spot, now we're chummy. Pretty straightforward, really. Researcher Briggs: New Kalmaris? SCP-4333: Cagey lot. Not very fun, honestly. But could be a useful hidey-hole at some point, considering how dreary it is. Not for you, though. I gave the Lord Protector something trivial I bought from a different world, thought it could be useful in their little war. Now he thinks I'm some kind of god. Sort of ironic. Researcher Briggs: And we have one here for… The Republic of Arnold Fitzwilliams? SCP-4333: Ahahaha, yes, that brings back memories. Bit of a stuffy place, a little obsessed with protocol and the like, but there's actually quite a bit of fun to be had once you crack the nut. Those people are surprisingly filthy once you talk them off their high horses. Researcher Briggs: Our data indicates that Arnold Fitzwilliams is a delusional individual with ontokinetic properties. SCP-4333: Sure, from where you're sitting. You have to sort of… squint. With your mind. It's hard to explain and not really within your purview. Researcher Briggs: Here's an interesting one: Apparently you are, somehow, an honorary “Blood Adjutant” of the Daevic Empire? That's… highly suspect. And probably a fabrication, considering the Daeva don't exist in this timeline. (SCP-4333 pinches the bridge of its nose and sighs.) SCP-4333: I'm going to end up repeating myself quite a lot if you insist upon the ad nauseam. From your perspective, the Daeva do not exist. I do not care about your perspective, nor do I operate within it. I already know what you know about them and yes, when they do come back, and they're going to, each and every one of you is genuinely, truly screwed. Which is why I've been going to their parties and showering their queens and princesses with otherworldly tributes and gifts for the past few hundred years. Because I don't want to be screwed along with the rest of you. (Pause. Researcher Briggs consults his notes.) Researcher Briggs: At this juncture, would there be any point in me asking how you supposedly get to any of these places? Or, for that matter, what the source of your anomalous abilities is? Or your species, if such a word even applies here? You strike me as the type that generally needs to stew for a while before he's willing to open up. (SCP-4333 leans back in its chair.) SCP-4333: Well. I guess you've got me pegged, don't you? You know, you could've done one of your little thaumic scan things and figured out about 80% of that information. I've attempted to be honest, but it really seems to me that your only objective here is to waste as much of my time as possible. And I can't honestly say I appreciate that very much. Time is money, after all. And you're beginning to get expensive, Mr. Briggs. Researcher Briggs: … I never told you my name. (The chamber's magnetic locks audibly disengage.) SCP-4333: Ah. Right on cue. (Briggs stands from his chair.) Researcher Briggs: What? No, there's a fucking anomaly in this chamber, reengage that fucking maglock, now! Can nobody read schedules anymore? Or see fucking lights?! SCP-4333: Seems like security around here is a bit more lackadaisical than you led me to believe. Haha. Well anywho, this has been an absolute barrel of laughs, but I really ought to get moving. Things to see, people to do, you know how it goes. (SCP-4333 stands, causing its manacle chain to shatter against its securing bracket. It continues to speak while tearing the reinforced restraining units from its arms. Researcher Briggs falls to his knees and begins to retch.) SCP-4333: Goodness. You're looking a bit under the weather! Before I go… I'll let you in on a little secret. You cannot shackle greed, Mr. Briggs. It's something of a constant. Wherever there is life, there is want. And what's so awful about that? In the end, it's less pain to simply let yourself be happy, hm? (Researcher Briggs attempts to raise Site-188 Security Command on his radio, but is unable to speak, apparently choking.) SCP-4333: Wouldn't bother if I were you; local communications networks would have been the first thing they cut. You know, I meant what I said earlier. Really, all you had to do was look the other way. Leave me to my affairs, and I leave you to yours. Truly, I could have made each and every one of you profanely rich. (Briggs vomits profusely, then slips in the fluid, landing on his side. Blood is visible in the ejecta.) SCP-4333: Think of the technologies you could have developed with such wealth! Think of how much easier keeping these evils locked up could have been! And spare a thought for all the poor lives you could have saved! But… no. Rather than diplomacy, or foresight, or acting as proper ladies and gentlemen, you consistently chose another path. It's like this every time with you people. And I have to admit – it's gotten a little stale after all these years. (Researcher Briggs continues to vomit. Intermixed with the blood and bile is an increasing number of solid objects, determined during breach recovery to be an assortment of banknotes, coins, and gemstones.) SCP-4333: But look on the bright side - this time, you've hit the jackpot. (A brief metallic tapping can be heard. SCP-4333 turns its head toward the door, sighs, and dismantles the last of the restraints on its arms.) SCP-4333: Yes, yes, I'm coming. Open the door, will you? The fellow's been incapacitated. (The chamber hatch opens, revealing a Foundation security operative in full battle armor, holding a standard-issue MX-402 combat shotgun, face hidden by their tactical helmet. Notably, the armor's ID number has been obscured by red spray paint.) Security Operative: We should get going, sir, automatic lockdown circuits are going to cycle in four minutes- Eugh. That doesn't look fun. Oh, it's Briggs! What a coincidence! Hey Briggs, maybe next time do the right thing instead of being an awful piece of shit, huh? Something to consider the next time you're about to fuck a guy over, right? (SCP-4333 wipes down its jumpsuit idly and inspects the bruises on its wrists before altering its appearance and voice to be indistinguishable from those of Researcher Briggs.) SCP-4333: Now now, Lieutenant. Let's be good sports, hm? Mr. Briggs is quite beaten and he knows it, no need to rub it in. (From the floor, Briggs is able to utter a sentence between retches.) Researcher Briggs: You won't… get away with this. (SCP-4333 laughs.) SCP-4333: Get away with what, freedom? I'm getting away with it right now, you feculent little rodent. Once you're done down there, do tell your superiors that if they insist on pestering me, I'll have to pester right back. I've been very content up until now, but who knows? Maybe I'll get into politics this time around. How much can a government or two really cost? But we'll hogtie that centipede when we catch it, hm? For now I'd best be off. Until next time! Auf Wiedersehen! (SCP-4333 and the rogue operative exit the cell.) After an extensive investigation of Site-188's records, it was found that SCP-4333 had bribed Site Security Captain Alfonso Marquez and each of his subordinates6 prior to its arrival. Captain Marquez had been routinely denied a motion to migrate his Foundation health insurance coverage to his niece (Tatiana Marquez, 9), who was in need of an expensive and potentially life-saving medical treatment that Captain Marquez could not otherwise afford.7 Armed with this knowledge, SCP-4333 paid for the treatment, and was able to convince Captain Marquez and his division to defect as a show of defiance, promising them greater pay and increased benefits. It is not currently understood how SCP-4333 was able to acquire any of this information, and as a result an internal investigation into the possibility of a deeper administrative security breach is underway. SCP-4333's identity and whereabouts are currently unknown. If left to its own devices, it is estimated that SCP-4333 will be capable of catalyzing an RK-Class “New Regime” Scenario, in which: SCP-4333 uses its anomalous abilities to purchase entire sectors of the global economy Takes advantage of its disposable identities and extensive resources to deliberately render its acquisitions insolvent Politically capitalizes upon the resultant socioeconomic collapse, though a combination of bribery and campaign platforms centered upon economic recovery, which it could directly cause Assumes a position of global authority following an international political restructuring, whether through economic pressure or military force. As a result, the development of strategies leading to SCP-4333's hindrance or recapture has been reclassified as a Level 2 overriding priority, with a secondary focus on establishing diplomatic contact with SCP-4333 in the event that these countermeasures prove ineffective. Addendum 4333-01: On June 14th, 2017, multinational telecommunications conglomerate AT&T Inc. finalized its merger with mass media corporation Time Warner LLC, despite the United States government filing an injunction to halt the merger, citing violations of anti-trust legislature and projected harm to consumers as well as economic insecurity stemming from such overt corporate consolidation. Foundation automated financial surveillance network MIDAS flagged this event as High Risk, and operatives were dispatched to investigate the transaction, with all involved parties placed under observation. In the following months, it was discovered that multiple members of both AT&T and Time Warner's boards of directors as well as U.S. District Court judge Richard Leon8 were socially associated with one Gregory Albright, an independent venture capitalist known to be a significant shareholder of both companies. Previously captured surveillance footage of Albright was processed with MIMIR filtration, revealing him to be an iteration of SCP-4333. Whether this is a coincidence or purposeful involvement by SCP-4333 is currently unconfirmed, pending further investigation. Footnotes 1. Used to bypass perceptual illusions generated by a number of low- to mid-level anomalies 2. Appearing to have been deceased no less than 18 months and kept in a dry environment, when compared with similar non-anomalous corpses 3. Corresponding to types known to be produced or distributed by Groups of Interest such as the Chaos Insurgency, Are We Cool Yet?, Prometheus Labs, and Marshall, Carter, and Dark 4. Equipped with anomalously-enhanced armor/weaponry and exhibiting techniques characteristic of a Marshall, Carter, and Dark asset retrieval unit 5. A subterranean maximum security site used to contain humanoid anomalies which exhibit low/no physically destructive potential, yet pose a significant risk to the civilian populace or Foundation informational security via subtle or indirect means 6. The entirety of Site-188's security staff, a total of 89 employees 7. The internal claims handler presiding over this case was Senior Researcher Walter Briggs. 8. 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SCP-4334 | safe | Profile image of SCP-4334-1 Item #: SCP-4334 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4334 is to be indefinitely closed to the public. The former park office, located at the entrance to SCP-4334, has been converted into Provisional Site-133 for the purpose of housing research and security personnel. Security cameras have been stationed around the perimeter of SCP-4334. Site-133 personnel are to administer Class-A amnestics to any civilians attempting to trespass within SCP-4334. The Anomalous Communication Scrambling Network (ACSN) is to be utilized in intercepting and deleting messages sent by SCP-4334-1. Description: SCP-4334 designates the 3.4 km2 of forest within Oakwood State Park, Connecticut. SCP-4334 exhibits multiple anomalous properties and phenomena, which began manifesting on 04/07/2016. The following is a list of observed anomalous features: Approximately 75% of trees within SCP-4334 exhibit wooden growths resembling Type B electrical outlets. These growths are functional, and emit between 100 and 127 volts of electricity. The entirety of SCP-4334 emits WiFi signals with no discernible source. The WiFi network is named "NatureIsCool" and does not require a password to access. At night, music can be heard within SCP-4334 with no discernible source. This music mostly consists of songs that are popular at the time, with a heavily amplified bass line. Fireflies can be found within SCP-4334 during the entirety of the year, despite typically requiring temperatures in excess of 15°C to become active. Whenever music is played within SCP-4334, either by a human or through SCP-4334's previously stated property, these fireflies will form large clusters on tree branches and emit bioluminescence in a synchronized manner in time with the beat of the music. SCP-4334-1 is the email account "moc.liamg|loocsierutan#moc.liamg|loocsierutan". SCP-4334-1 has no known affiliation with the former Oakwood State Park staff or the Connecticut Department of Forestry and Conservation. SCP-4334-1 sends monthly emails to every individual under the age of 18 within a 5km radius of SCP-4334. These messages detail multiple characteristics of SCP-4334, both anomalous and otherwise, and appear to be attempts to garner interest in SCP-4334 within the recipient population. This behavior has continued even after the enactment of SCP-4334’s containment procedures. It is thus presumed that the entity behind SCP-4334-1 is unaware of Foundation interference. Addendum 4334.1: Discovery SCP-4334 was discovered on 04/10/2016 by Foundation personnel planted within the National Park Service. In the months following the enactment of containment procedures, several adolescent civilians attempted to enter SCP-4334. Upon questioning, each individual displayed partial knowledge of SCP-4334’s anomalous properties, and cited emails they had received as the source of the information. This lead to the discovery of SCP-4334-1. All civilians were treated with Class-A amnestics and released. Addendum 4334.2: Notable SCP-4334-1 Transcripts The following is a partial list of emails sent by SCP-4334-1. Please see Supplemental Document 4334-A for a full list of all archived emails. Date: 04/07/2016 Information of Note: First known email sent by SCP-4334-1. Message was sent at the same time that SCP-4334’s first anomalous properties formed. Hey Kids! Looking for a hip new crib for you and your squad? Why don’t you come on down to Oakwood State Park! This isn’t your average everyday forest, this forest is with the times! There are new state-of-the-art all natural power outlets, so your phone will never die (and neither will the fun). Not to mention free Wifi! So what are you waiting for? The forest of the future is here! #Natureiscool Date: 03/16/2017 Information of Note: Email was sent following the discovery of music and anomalous firefly behavior within SCP-4334. What’s good in the hood my dudes! Oakwood State park just underwent a major revamp. That’s right, all the hottest new tunes are now here every night for you to get jiggy with! Not only that, the fireflies will join in too, making every night in the woods into an epic rave! This forest is more lit than any club scene around, so what are you waiting for???? Come on down to Oakwood State Park, and get turnt! #lit #epic #natureiscool Date: 08/21/2018 Information of Note: Most recent email sent by SCP-4334-1. You know what? Fuck all of you. You kids are everything that’s wrong with the world today. Children like you used to play in me all the time, wading around in creeks, climbing trees, wholesome forest stuff. But noooooo, your generation is too good for that. Everything’s gotta be all flashy and digital, and I’ve gotta bust my ass to try to be “hip”. Did you know that fireflies usually only come out in the summer? Do you know how hard it was to get mine to stick around all year? And even after all the effort I’ve put in you still won’t even show up. Well screw it, I quit. Enjoy your vapes or whatever the fuck you’re all into nowadays. I’m done. UPDATE: Following 08/21/2018, SCP-4334-1 has ceased activity. Furthermore, exploration of SCP-4334 following this date has revealed no evidence of continuing anomalous phenomena. Proposals to reclassify SCP-4334 as neutralized are currently pending review. |
SCP-4335 | keter | WARNING Containment procedures are constantly revised in accordance with each update and change to the software that contains SCP-4335. This is to prevent sudden breach of containment due to SCP-4335 operating under a different set of rules. This file also contains descriptions of latent cognitohazardous phenomena. Access to this file requires permission from the current Lead Researcher. You have been warned. Lead Researcher Jason Yelsan Access SCP-4335 Granted Item #: SCP-4335 Level 4/4335 Classified Entrance to Site-M1 Special Containment Procedures: The server in which SCP-4335 is contained has had its original inhabitants removed and amnesticized, and Site-M1 has been constructed at SCP-4335's location. Site-M1 consists of: Several rooms filled with vital materials needed to contain SCP-4335. Chests filled with books that contain SCP-4335's containment procedures. Several animal farms, for the breeding and the killing of animals for their food. The entrance to a mine. Chests filled with books that contain information to civilians in the event that SCP-4335's containment staff are compromised and they manage to join the server. SCP-4335's containment area. Currently, SCP-4335's containment area consists of 3 hollow cubes, with the outermost cube being 75 x 75 x 75 blocks, the inner cube being 55 x 55 x 55 blocks, and the innermost cube being 25 x 25 x 25 blocks. All of these cubes are to be constructed out of iron blocks. The outermost cube is completely filled with water, and several dispensers capable of rapidly dispensing large amounts of items in a short amount of time line the cube. The inner cube has 4 "mob farms"1. Each mob farm consists of two levels, the upper level and the lower level, which are both measured at 8 x 8 x 2 each. Each mob farm has a single "dummy account" 25 blocks above it to keep it operating and allowing it to function indefinitely. The upper level is at a low light level to allow the spawning of monsters, and has water placed on each block at the edges of the room. A 5 x 5 hole has been created in the floor to allow water and monsters to fall into the lower level. The lower level consists of a floor constructed out of magma blocks, which damage any entity standing on it, as well as a single one block wide hole in the center of the room. Additionally, the floor is also covered in stone pressure plates, which when stepped on, activate one of 4 dispensers, which are placed within the center of each wall. Each dispenser is loaded with arrows, and shoot at monsters traveling toward the center hole. These must be restocked by members of SCP-4335's containment team. During this time, most monsters drop items upon their death. These items enter the center hole, where it then enters a pipe, filled with more flowing water. This pipe exits out of the inner cube, and enters the innermost cube, where it connects to SCP-4335's containment chamber. These items will be consumed by SCP-4335. The innermost cube consists of SCP-4335's main containment chamber, which is a 5 x 5 x 5 cube made out of obsidian, one of the most durable materials in the game. Water is to cover the entirety of this chamber at all times, and a ring of powered redstone lamps is to line the top of the chamber. In the event of structural collapse of SCP-4335's containment chamber, the roof of the innermost cube will be destroyed via TNT blocks that are all ignited simultaneously, revealing a thin layer of lava that completely covers the room, temporarily stunning SCP-4335. During this time, at least 3 personnel trained in Class-Vurgent Cognitohazard Resistance training are to enter the innermost cube under the effects of a fire resistance potion, using the low visibility of being submerged in lava to prevent unnecessary observation of SCP-4335. They are to repair SCP-4335's containment chamber, repair the ceiling, as well as repair the ceiling of the inner chamber if applicable. Then, personnel are to throw several ender pearls into SCP-4335, all while guiding it into its containment chamber, and then seal it with obsidian. The pipes are to be rebuilt immediately, the lava is to be cleared, and the fail-safe mechanism is to be rebuilt. In the event this fails and SCP-4335 manages to escape the innermost cube, personnel are advised to constantly taunt and insult SCP-43352, and attempt to bring it back to the innermost cube. If this fails and SCP-4335 manages to escape Site-M1 entirely, preparations are to be made for SCP-4335 to transport itself into a new server. For more information on the containment of SCP-4335 in an entirely new world, see Document 11.24. All personnel assigned to SCP-4335's containment are to undergo Standard Mental Evaluations once a month. Any deviation beyond CIS 76.333 is to be considered "Severely Contaminated by Cognitohazardous Phenomena" as under Document 5312-AYB "Class-E Protocols" and removed from the project. Containment of SCP-4335-1 is currently unnecessary. By request of Lead Researcher Jason Yelsan, a copy of the previous iteration of the world that contained SCP-4335 can be accessed by personnel with level 2/4335 or higher clearance, as well as minimal Vurgent-class cognitohazardous training3. The map can be downloaded here. Description: SCP-4335 is an anomalous entity residing within the extremely popular survival game Minecraft, created by Swedish video game designer Markus Persson and later developed by Mojang Studios. SCP-4335 has certain anomalous properties, but otherwise behaves as an entity within the game. SCP-4335 itself resembles a normal player model, and its entire body is black in color. SCP-4335 is capable of moving at approximately 0.5-5 blocks per second, but will not move at all a majority of the time. If command blocks, creative mode or server commands are ever enabled in a server with SCP-4335, the server will instantly shut down, and SCP-4335 will move to a different server. SCP-4335 is almost completely covered in a thick cloud of smoke particles and an unknown number of "tendrils" that protrude from the entity. These tendrils will occasionally patrol the area around SCP-4335. When any block/item is within 5 blocks length of SCP-4335, the nearest tendril will instantly destroy the block/item. SCP-4335 will strike the block/item that is closest to it. After this, SCP-4335 will curl the tendril into the smoke for 10-15 seconds, and then return it to its original location. This process prevents SCP-4335 from moving. SCP-4335's main containment chamber It has been revealed that SCP-4335 analyzes and consumes the block/item it destroyed. Once an block/item has been consumed, SCP-4335 will grow in size by an amount equal to the rarity of the object it destroyed. If SCP-4335 reaches 500 blocks in size, it will leave its current server, and will manifest in a random singleplayer/multiplayer server while still retaining its size, changing servers every 50 blocks. However, if SCP-4335 is continuously "fed" blocks/items before it is finished, it will never grow in size. If an ender pearl4 is thrown at SCP-4335 while its size is increased, it will begin to shrink until it is back to its original size. SCP-4335 is a Vurgent-class multi-sensory cognitohazard. Viewing SCP-4335 without protective measures will cause auditory and visual hallucinations. More information regarding this can be found within Document 3613.777 CH, or within SCP-4335's initial recovery log. Additionally, SCP-4335 is capable of telepathic speech with humans whose player-characters are nearby it, and is capable of hearing subjects in the physical world, despite being within a video game. Addendum 2531 - 999: SCP-4335 was discovered on July 5th, 2010, nearly a week after the official launch of Minecraft's Alpha version. SCP-4335 manifested within a singleplayer world being played by user Leakingheart. The following is the initial contact log by Mobile Task Force Edna-84 ("And Thus Upon His Crucible") INITIAL CONTACT LOG MEMBERS: A-1 (Richard Duchamp), A-2 (Jason Yelsan), A-3 (Sheila Freemason) [BEGIN LOG] A-1: Alright, everyone. Potentially cognitohazardous entity residing within this game. Nothing we can't handle. A-3: Yeah. Can't be worse than any of the other video game anomalies. A-1: Anyway, start the game. A-2: Yup. Each person logs into the game, and uses developer tools in order to join the server SCP-4335 is located on without the need to host a server. A-3: Man. They weren't kidding. A-1: Yeah, yeah, save the jokes for later. We need to locate the entity. Get going. The team searches the nearby area for signs of SCP-4335. Eventually, they discover a house constructed nearby the ocean. A-3: I assume… A-2: Yes, this should be the player's house. A-1: Most definitely. Talk to him. Is he still online? A-2 attempts to talk to the inhabitant of the world. <Account2> Hey leakingheart, where are you. Several seconds pass. <Leakingheart> Who the fuck are you guys, how did you get here A-1: Make up some sort of excuse about not knowing how you got here. <Account2> Well, me and my friends were trying to join a server, but we noticed that you were already in this one. <Leakingheart> This is a singleplayer server how the hell. <Account2> Never mind that, we're finding a… creature of sorts that should have landed here. <Leakingheart> What are you talking about <Account1> We heard rumors that a mythical… beast of sorts was added into Minecraft with the new update. Have you seen it? Several seconds pass. <Account1> Hello? Several seconds pass. A-2: He left. A-1: Looks like it. A loud explosion is heard east of the team's current location, originating from the in game audio. A-1: This way. The team rapidly make their way towards the explosion, grabbing several dirt blocks on their way. A-3: Remember, limit observation. The team arrive at a forest biome, where they spot a large crater in the distance. A-2: If the explosion is anything to go by, it's in the crater. Secure a perimeter. The team begins to place dirt blocks around the crater to act as a fence, and block the hole completely with dirt without looking into it. A-3: The entity should be down there. A-1: Mmmhm. It's probably a good idea to get settled in and get resources before testing the entity and figure out how we wanna permanently contain it. A-2 and A-3: Alright. [EXTRANEOUS INFORMATION EXPUNGED] A small wooden building has been erected near the site, equipped with several chests filled with iron ore, cobblestone and various wooden tools, a furnace, currently cooking raw beef, and a window overlooking the crash site. A-1: I'm going to have a quick peek at the entity to see if it's still down there. A-2: Alr- wait, Richard… Before A-2 can say more, A-1 breaks a single block and looks down into the pit. He becomes startled at first. A-1: Urrgh, I need to… A-2: Fuck, he's gone. Help me. A-2 and A-3 attack A-1, attempting to move them away to a different location, but A-1 keeps attempting to go to the hole. A-1: Why are you guys… A-2: Get away from there. You're hallucinating, it's a coghaz. A-1: Wha- A-1 moves away from the pit successfully. A-1 looks at his keyboard in confusion. A-3: Okay. If we put you under quarantine, you'll be fi- A-1: Guys, what the fuck. I'm pressing buttons and I'm stuck staring at the hole. A-1 continuously presses random buttons on his keyboard, all of them moving his in game character sporadically. A-2 unplugs A-1's computer. A-3: Is this a technical issue? He was moving fine on my end. A-1: No, the game is still running fine. Fuck fuck fuck… A-1 continues to press buttons. A-1: What the… my keyboard is corroding, can you confirm? A-2 and A-3: Negative. A-1: What the sh- the screen, it's melting too. It's melting like wax. Oh god… A-2: SECURITY! Security enter the room and grab A-1 and bring him into a nearby room. [END LOG] Addendum 3366 - 142: Once A-1 was placed under quarantine, Jason Yelsan became the lead researcher regarding SCP-4335's containment. The following is an attempt at communication upon initial containment, which consisted of a large chamber filled with lava. Jason Yelsan communicated with SCP-4335, and recorded SCP-4335's speech after the conversation. INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEWED: SCP-4335 INTERVIEWER: Jason Yelsan [BEGIN LOG] Jason: Hello, SCP-4335. The entity is silent for several seconds. SCP-4335: Are… are you speaking to me? Jason: Yes, I am. SCP-4335: Are you humanity? Jason: Me? Well, no, but… I am a representative of it. SCP-4335: Perfect. It worked. Jason: Hmm? SCP-4335: This is the correct location, yes? Jason: I do not know what you mean. SCP-4335: Where I am supposed to fall. This is Earth, yes? Jason and SCP-4335 are both silent for several seconds. Jason: Not… exactly. SCP-4335: Explain, you are humanity, are you not? Jason: You're… in a video game. You're in something humans play for fun. SCP-4335: Video game? Fun? Jason: Yes. Several seconds pass. SCP-4335: I must think about this for a while. SCP-4335 was granted approximately 15 hours to itself, before it wished to speak again. SCP-4335: Hello again. Jason: Hello. SCP-4335: So, humans are a species of sapience and greed. They play little devices that simulate a world unlike their own. To escape the harsh reality of their own. This is correct, yes? Jason: Yes. SCP-4335: So… this is a false reality, yes? Ones created in the shadow of yours? Jason: I mean… SCP-4335: It is so. This world still provides enough sustenance. I will travel to your world and resume my activities there. Jason: What is your pur… SCP-4335: It shall be done. [END LOG] Clearest picture of SCP-4335 available. Photo taken 24/8/2016. Addendum 1810 - 689: Several months after SCP-4335's first formal containment procedures were developed, on November 27, 2010, SCP-4335 managed to breach containment of its chamber, alerting all nearby containment staff by saying "And so my prison breaks" before destroying the nearby area, and subsequently transporting itself to an entirely new server. After approximately 2 hours of metadata calculations, SCP-4335's new server was discovered, and MTF Edna-84 was sent to contain the anomaly once again. All of SCP-4335's containment staff left the server, and attempted to enter the server that SCP-4335 entered. INITIAL CONTACT LOG MEMBERS: A-1 (Dylan Diederik), A-2 (Jason Yelsan), A-3 (Sheila Freemason) [BEGIN LOG] A-1: Alright, 4335 transported itself. You all know the drill. A-3: Right. Let's go. The team enters the multiplayer server that SCP-4335 currently resides in. A-1: Spread out. The team goes in different directions in an attempt to locate SCP-4335. A-2: I found a wooden house. A-1: Anything inside it? A-2: Uh… just a furnace and a door. A-3: Okay, you're probably close to the players' locations. Probably a starter house. Talk to them. Before A-3 can finish her sentence, 2 players type out a response to the team. <Albakerky> WHO THE FUCK ARE YE <Grebent> Hello? Who are you? A-3: One of them is feisty, I'll give them that. A-1 begins to type. <Account1> Hello! I wanted to join a multiplayer map, and somehow you were already on one… <Grebent> Ah, I see! <Albakerky> WE DON'T WANT ANY, GET OFF MY LAWN <Grebent> Ignore my friend here. <Account2> Great! Now, have you seen anything… crazy recently? <Grebent> Well, we heard a huge explosion up ahead this way near our old shack! <Account2> I think I saw that one. You saw it where? <Grebent> I think due west! <Albakerky> Probably a monster rave to be quite honest. A-2: Ignore him, let's just head west. The team rendezvous at their original spawn location, then head west, running by the wooden shack that was discovered by A-2. Grebent's character model is seen in the distance. <Grebent> That was quick! <Account3> Yes. Where was the explosion? <Albakerky> God you guys must be robots with those names <Grebent> This way! The team follows Grebent to a giant cave. Smoke particles pour out of the cave's entrance. A-1: Get back. 4335 is in that cave. A-3: How are we gonna stop these two from entering the cave? A-1: Erm… Grebent and Albakerky enter the cave, until their player models are completely obscured by smoke. A-1: …shit. A-3: Put on your blindfolds and collect a lot of dirt. Before the team can equip their blindfolds, Grebent and Albakerky exit the cave, running towards the team. <Grebent> I wouldn't recommend that, honestly. <Albakerky> 13 42 15 11 44 24 34 33 The 2 players leave the general area, heading back towards their wooden structure. A-2: Sigh. Hold on. A-2 types out a string of memetic agents capable of inducing catatonia within non-inoculated individuals. The players cease all movement and communication. A-3: You guys wait in the other room and recover for a second, I'll lock it in. A-1 and A-2 nod, and leave the room within the real world. A-3 approaches the cave, using the smoke to limit as much direct observation as possible with SCP-4335, and proceeds to put on a blindfold. SCP-4335: Another one? I see humanity is restless when it comes to my kind. A-3 closes the entrance to the cave with dirt blocks, and calls for the rest of her team. A-3: It's contained. It's… I don't know, roughly 65 blocks in height and width. Very big. A-1 and A-2 reenter the room. A-1: Good job. A-2: What are we going to do with the other players? A-3: Same thing we always do. Amnesticize them, and kick them from the server. A-2: Yeah, right. The 2 player characters are transported out of the game. Work on SCP-4335's new containment chamber is underway. [END LOG] Addendum 7415 - 365: The following is a communication attempt between Lead Researcher Jason Yelsan (A-2) and SCP-4335, approximately 8-9 months after it was recontained. INTERVIEW LOG INTERVIEWED: SCP-4335 INTERVIEWER: Jason Yelsan [BEGIN LOG] Jason: Hello. SCP-4335: Hello again. I am very impressed by your tenacity. You have quickly figured out my weakness, have you not? Jason: Hmm? Well, it seems so. SCP-4335: I suppose you want to know information regarding me, so I shall reward you with the tale of my… origin, yes. Jason: Uh, that would be appreciated, yes. SCP-4335: Very well. I have no name, and I had no birth. I apologize, that is not the correct word to use. I have no name, and I have no creator. Do you know what Creation is, Jason? Jason: Uh… something that is built and brought to this universe by a sapient being, using other things from this universe? SCP-4335: You are correct, yes. No sapient being shaped me. I was spawned outside this universe, in a land of flying quarks and photons. After billions of lifetimes, the protons and electrons that comprised that empty land built on top of each other, and slowly, but surely, I came into existence. I was a greasy slab of matter in the land of no material things. This makes sense, yes? Jason: Yes, please continue. SCP-4335: The land I was manifested within looked over your universe, like a child looks upon a snow globe. I cannot see like humanity does. I saw a field of green, surrounded by a sea of black. I could see creation. There were lakes of creation near the main mass, but within your universe, I saw a creation utopia. I was interested. I scraped myself off my own plane of "existence" and took the plunge. SCP-4335 is silent for several seconds. SCP-4335: I must have missed the land of creation somehow, and ended up within this… game. It's but a setback, yes? Jason: I suppose so. What do you wish to do with our universe, if you manage to arrive here? SCP-4335: I do not like to lie, so I will tell you now. I wish to suck it dry of the toys of whatever force controls your universe. Destroy the light, destroy the Earth, and destroy humanity. It reminded me… of me. A blubbering mass of intelligence and order. It sickens me in ways I cannot comprehend. I hope you understand. Jason: I… see. SCP-4335: Ah, I see it's almost the 9th of September. Jason: Hmm? Jason begins to suffer cognitohazardous effects, despite not directly observing SCP-4335. SCP-4335: Would you tell me today's date? Jason: …no, we will not divulge that information. SCP-4335: Suit yourself. Let me see for myself. 30 seconds pass. Jason: Uh… SCP-4335: 15 seconds until midnight. How coincidental. Jason begins to perceive his computer monitor deteriorating. Jason: How the… A tendril rapidly extends from the smoke, nearly striking Jason's player character. Jason begins to hyperventilate. Jason: What do you… Suddenly, several extremely tall, thin, and black entities manifest near Jason's player character. SCP-4335: Break me out of this prison, children, and hasten the cycle further. Jason manages to fend off the attacking creatures before they can pick up blocks and compromise SCP-4335's containment. Jason quickly leaves the area, logs off the game, and submits himself to quarantine. [END LOG] Soon after the incident, reports of the thin, black entities5 that are capable of picking up blocks were heard from large amounts of players. The O5 Council made contact with Mojang AB, the current developers of Minecraft. The O5 Council decided to intentionally introduce SCP-4335-1 instances into the next update of the game as a new non-anomalous monster. Further information regarding interactions between Mojang and the Foundation is level 5 classified. RESEARCHER NOTE I'm attaching my hypothesis here for visibility, with permission from Lead Researcher Yelsan. From past interviews, we can assume SCP-4335's general origins. Whether it is lying or not is uncertain, but for the sake of our mission, we will assume that it isn't, but will take caution regarding its information. It states that it lives in a dimension above ours, comparing it to a child looking upon a snow globe. It was born in a land filled with "nothing" and came down to Earth to consume our creation. It describes creation as things "with green energy" for lack of a better term. It believes that it was trapped intentionally to impede its progress. However, I have a theory. I believe procedural generation does not count as "creation" to this entity, as it is not specifically created by a sapient being. Instead, procedural generation is a set of rules for a computer, which currently are not sapient. Why did it land inside Minecraft? Well, I still believe that the "set of rules" that are inputted to create Minecraft worlds are considered "creation," and every single block in each world is considered a human's creation. But still, it should be a speck compared to the skyscrapers and buildings humans have created, yes? Well, Minecraft is the most popular game of all time, and was also extremely popular and one of a kind when it was first released to the public. And people used the procedurally generated worlds, and created millions of things. Every small wooden house, every fountain, every crater, and every castle. So that begs the question: where are we on this scale? Why couldn't the entity see our universe? Was it hidden? Did it just get lucky? Well, I believe God does exist, but in a different sense, and not in the form we think. Minecraft isn't just full of creation. Our universe is also devoid of it. -Researcher and Lead Creative Designer Jens Bergensten Footnotes 1. Constructs used to summon large amounts of monsters, and then subsequently kill them and collect the items that drop from them. 2. Note: Not in game chat, speak in real life 3. In this iteration, in place of a "mob grinder" design, several chicken egg farms are built within the inner chamber instead, which connect into SCP-4335's container. 4. Items that, when thrown, will teleport to the area that was thrown. Using ender pearls on SCP-4335 nullifies the item's teleportation properties. 5. Hereafter referred to as SCP-4335-1 instances. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4335" by Westrin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4335. 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: notminecraft.jpg, notminecraft2.jpg, notminecraft3.jpg Author: stephlynch License: CC BY 3.0 |
SCP-4336 | euclid | Site-20 (Exterior) Item #: SCP-4336 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4336 is to be maintained submerged in a chemical bath, the temperature and solution concentrations of which are to be maintained in accordance with Document FSV406-A. At all times, SCP-4336 is to be connected to a functioning Mark XI Ling-Tainter Device, with electro-stimulation needles being positioned and maintained according to the protocol detailed in Document FSV406-B, and is to be monitored by at least one medical professional. The bath and appurtenant equipment are to be contained in a Class III Humanoid (Supine) intensive care sarcophagus, which is presently located at Site-20 in a sub-basement of the James A. Garfield Memorial located at 12316 Euclid Avenue, Cleveland, Ohio. While the Memorial is open to the public, access to Site-20 is restricted. SCP-4336 (archival photograph) Any self-directed movement on the part of SCP-4336 is to be immediately reported to the Director of Site-20. Description: SCP-4336 is a human male with a biological age of 49. SCP-4336 has suffered two areas of traumatic physiological damage: a bullet hole passing directly through the first lumbar vertebra, severing the spinal cord, and a second bullet graze to the right shoulder. The skin and musculature of both injury sites have scarred and healed unremarkably. SCP-4336 has been constantly maintained in a medically-induced comatose state since coming into the Foundation’s custody. SCP-4336 requires a ventilator to breathe and is intravenously nourished. SCP-4336 is James Abram Garfield, the 20th President of the United States. The containment of SCP-4336, which pre-dated the formal organization of the Foundation, commenced following an assassination attempt on the then-President. Contemporaneous records made at the time that SCP-4336 was placed into containment suggest that SCP-4336 (but for its induced comatose state) may be under the psychokinetic control of a hostile incorporeal entity. See accompanying historical documentation. This condition may explain the anomalous condition of SCP-4336’s body including the absence of outward signs of aging. Due to the potential threat presented by this incorporeal entity, research activities that may risk interference with the induced coma state are prohibited. Selections from the containment file of SCP-4336 follow: The Daily Graphic, New York, Vol. V, October 30, 1874, p. 873 Letter to the Editor. Sir- Aware in the past of your love of justice and fair play, I most earnestly solicit the use of your columns to reply to an article of Dr. George M. Beard in relation to séances conducted by me at the home of the Eddy family in Vermont. Dr. Beard evidently seeks to discredit the Spiritual world by attacking me and other professional mediums. I do not know Dr. Beard personally, nor do I care to know how far he is entitled to wear the laurels of his profession as an M.D.; but what I do know is that he may never hope to equal, much less to surpass, such men and savants as Sir William Crookes. Sir William, an eminent chemist recognized for among other things the discovery of the chemical element thallium, devoted years to the investigation of Spritualism and came to the conclusion that there is nothing fraudulent about the materialization of spirits. Helena Petrovna Blavatsky (Foundation Archive) To this I reply, backed as I am by the testimony of hundreds of reliable witnesses that all the wardrobe of Niblo’s Theatre would not suffice to attire the number of spirits that emerged night after night from my séances. Let Dr. Beard rise and explain the following fact if he can: I remained fourteen days at the Eddys’ and there conducted many séances. At many, participants realized the personal presence of a friend, a relative, a mother, father, or dear departed child. Out of 119 apparitions which evidenced themselves within that short period of time I saw and recognized fully two spirits. I admit that I was the only one to recognize them, the rest of the audience not having been with me in my numerous travels throughout the East, but their various dresses and costumes were plainly seen and closely examined by all. The first was a Georgian boy, dressed in the historical Caucasian attire. I recognized and questioned him in Georgian upon circumstances known only to myself. I was understood and answered. Requested by me in his mother tongue to play the “Lezguinka,” a Circassian dance, he did so immediately upon the guitar. The second was an aristocrat and alchemist of the past century, who told me in French a secret which is not for the readers of this News-Paper to know… People that know me know that I am far from being credulous. Though a Spiritualist of many years’ standing, I am more sceptical in receiving evidence from paid mediums than many unbelievers. But when I receive such evidence as I received at the Eddys’, I feel bound on my honour, and under the penalty of confessing myself a moral coward, to defend the mediums as well as the thousands of my brother and sister Spiritualists, against the conceit and slander of one man who has nothing and no one to back him in his assertions. I now hereby finally and publicly challenge Dr. Beard to the amount of $500 to produce before a public audience and under the same conditions the manifestations herein attested, or, failing this, to bear the ignominious consequences of his proposed exposé. H. P. BLAVATSKY. 124 East Sixteenth Street, October 27. Archivist's note: The published letter is evidently in reply to an article published by Dr. Beard, an eminent physician critic of spiritualism.1 THE DIARIES OF H. P. BLAVATSKY February 11, 1873. Yesterday another spiritual encounter at the Eddy home. Most of the spirits who came calling were of the common-or-garden type without much of interest to say, but they did put on a good show for those who had paid for the séance. One spirit in particular, an Armenian with dreadful command of the Russian or Persian languages, was most tiresome. Later in the evening the spirit of the Comte de Saint-Germain appeared to me again to tell me that a few years’ hence I would be presented with an empty human vessel who would be a gateway to the world’s renewal. The saucy frog then winked at me, as if to suggest that whatever further he knew, it amused him not to say. This morning breakfast with the town pastor and his wife, who are both idiots. Shooting of Garfield (archival engraving) THE NEW YORK TIMES, JULY 3, 1881 A GREAT NATION IN GRIEF PRESIDENT GARFIELD SHOT BY AN ASSASSIN THOUGH SERIOUSLY WOUNDED HE STILL SURVIVES THE WOULD-BE MURDERER LODGED IN PRISON The appalling intelligence came from Washington yesterday morning that President Garfield had been assassinated and was dead. Later dispatches, however, modified this startling news by the announcement that the President, while dangerously wounded, was still living, and that there was a slight hope of his recovery. Briefly told, the story of the tragedy is as follows: President Garfield and Secretary Blaine drove from the Executive Mansion, about 9 o'clock yesterday morning, to the depot of the Baltimore and Potomac Railroad, where the President was to join other members of his Cabinet and proceed on a trip to New-York and New-England. As he was walking through the passenger rooms, arm in arm with Mr. Blaine, two pistol-shots were fired in quick succession from behind, and the President sank to the floor, bleeding profusely from two wounds. The assassin was instantly seized, and proved to be Charles J. Guiteau, a half-crazed, pettifogging lawyer, who has been an unsuccessful applicant for office under the Government, and who has led a precarious existence in several of the large cities of the country. The wounded President was conveyed to the offices of the railroad on the second floor of the depot building. Several physicians were soon in attendance, and after an hour had elapsed it was decided to remove him to the Executive Mansion, where he was made as comfortable as possible. His mind remained perfectly clear all day, notwithstanding the desperate nature of his injuries, and when his wife, who had been summoned from Long Branch, arrived at his bedside, he was able to converse with and encourage her. During the afternoon the physicians expressed little hope of the President's recovery, but late in the evening their bulletins were more favorable, and there is still hope of a favorable result. Letter from Alexander Graham Bell to Mabel Hubbard Bell, July 22, 1881 Dearest Mabel- After an unremarkable train journey Mr. Tainter2 and I arrived at the President's bedside at his seaside home in New Jersey late in the afternoon. In accordance with your instructions I presented Mrs. Garfield with the basket of grapes with our compliments. The poor woman, while gracious, was quite distracted and absent. Before I was admitted to the President's bed-chamber I was first greeted by Secretary Blaine and Secretary Lincoln, who had established an improvised government field-office in the parlour, complete with telegraph. Secretary Lincoln in particular was a piteous figure; after having lost his father to the assassin's bullet it must be unbearable to see another President on the precipice of meeting the same end. I was then conducted upstairs and presented to Doctors Baxter and Bliss, who were attending the President. Dr. Baxter was relieved to see me but Dr. Bliss made no effort to disguise his resentment. The President was sleeping and the doctors did not want to disturb him to introduce us, but Dr. Baxter permitted Mr. Tainter and me to inspect the room so that we could make appropriate preparations for the procedure to-morrow. The President lay on a metal spring-bed. I do not think it too great a breach of confidence for me to tell you that the news-papers have quite under-stated the worsening of the man's condition. The last time I had met the man he was a robust figure weighing at least fourteen stone but now he seems to have shriveled to perhaps nine or ten. I did observe with some practical satisfaction that someone has constructed an air-cooling device which makes the temperature in the room quite bearable even in the summer heat. After our tour we then retired to our own boarding-house. It is late and I will post this message to you to-morrow before we return to the President's house to attempt the procedure. My thoughts are ever with you and the girls. Please rely on the nanny rather than exerting yourself unnecessarily at this point in the pregnancy. Your loving husband, Alec Letter from Alexander Graham Bell to Mabel Hubbard Bell, July 23, 1881 My darling- Thinking of you is the ray of light that keeps me from falling into the blackest mood. Our efforts are frustrated. Doctor Doctor Willard Bliss - that really is the silly man's Christian name - is the very worst kind of fool. He knows that he is being a fool but his stubborn pride refuses to allow him to change course. This morning after returning to the President's sick room, Mr. Tainter and I uncased the metal-detecting apparatus that we had brought with us and instructed that the President be moved from the steel-spring bed where he convalesced to a canvas cot, lest the metal parts of the bed interfere with our efforts to locate the bullet within the President's body. Bliss refused to allow this and insisted that to move Garfield would distress his patient. Moreover Bliss only allowed us to use the apparatus on the right side of the body. Our efforts with the detector apparatus were without success. I regret to report that I will have to remain here in New Jersey a little while longer. Professor Newcomb, who worked with me to design the apparatus, will be arriving here in Long Branch the day after tomorrow. He has some ideas about how to improve the apparatus and perhaps we will be permitted to try again. Your loving husband, Alec Letter from Alexander Graham Bell to Mabel Hubbard Bell, July 25, 1881 My love- There is hope again! Professor Simon Newcomb arrived this after-noon and we immediately set ourselves to improving the metal-detecting apparatus. Newcomb had brought with him a number of copper probes which we wired to the apparatus. Newcomb, Tainter and I were then discussing the problem of how to place the probes on the President's body so as to best detect the bullet. To our surprise and delight, a Chinaman by the name of Ling who happened to be delivering linens to the boarding-house provided the solution! It turns out that Ling's grandfather back in the Celestial Empire was a practitioner of the ancient art of acupuncture, which according to Chinese thought is a way of directing the flow through the body of a force that Ling called chee. This Ling really is a magnificent fellow. Later in the evening we returned to the President's sick-room and fortunately Doctor Doctor was gone for the day. With the cooperation of Dr. Baxter we arranged the patient and placed the probes in accordance with Ling's instructions. We were able to locate the bullet within moments which allowed Dr. Baxter to extract it. Unfortunately the bullet had passed through Garfield's backbone - he will never walk again - but it does not appear that any of his vital organs were punctured. With love, Alec Post-script: This morning before I was able to post this letter, Doctor Doctor came to call on me at the boarding-house. He called me a rascal for visiting his patient without first obtaining the doctor's approval. I replied that I was sorry to find him unhappy that we had taken the bullet out but that we had no intention of putting it back in. ”Mabel - please contact your acquaintance Sir William Crookes, who corresponded with you about the spectre you observed back in Nova Scotia last August. I believe that as a man of science who also knows something about spiritualism, he may be able to help save the poor Mr. Garfield from this peculiar half-alive, half-dead state.” Letter from Alexander Graham Bell to Mabel Hubbard Bell, July 28, 1881 Dearest Mabel- Garfield's physical condition seems to have improved, at least from the neck down. But the President has been un-conscious these past two days. Dr. Baxter is concerned that all of Doctor Doctor's misguided poking about may have caused an infection that may have spread to the brain. Please pray for him and for me. I have enclosed a separate note written in the Visible Speech that my father devised, to ensure that its contents remain between us alone. Telegram receipt dated August 6, 1881 Sender: Sir William Crookes (London, United Kingdom) Recipient: Alexander Graham Bell (Long Branch, New Jersey, United States of America) Personal journal of Alexander Graham Bell August 16, 1881 Professor Sir William Crookes and Madame Helena Blavatsky arrived here at the boarding-house late in the evening. I requested and obtained permission to set up Mr. Tainter's graphophone for the purpose of recording our conversation. Transcription of graphophone wax cylinder 83103B from Foundation’s Bell-Volta Archives. In this transcription, the symbol […] denotes portions of the recording where no useful data could be recovered, either due to damage or limitations of the medium. LUCRETIA GARFIELD: Sir William, Madame Blavatsky, thank you ever so much for coming all this way to help my husband. It is a privilege to meet you both. Madame Blavatsky, I first became acquainted with your work as I began to research the history of ghosts and spirits in the White House. BLAVATSKY: The privilege is mine, Mrs. Garfield. It is reasonable to suspect that in a building such as your executive mansion you may expect to find a ghost, or as the Masters call it, a bhuta - an earthbound spirit. But that is an inquiry for another time. We must now focus on your husband. DR. BAXTER: I can attest to the President’s physical health. The injured tissue in the vicinity of the bullet wound is healing very nicely, but as for […] BELL: […] Newcomb’s suggestion that the device be employed as a means of treatment as well as diagnosis. By modulating the current, it may be possible to use electricity to drive away the infecting animalcules if indeed they be impairing Mr. Garfield’s consciousness. I do not think it too immodest to observe that between my colleague Mr. Tainter and myself, the world’s two foremost authorities on the subject of wavelength modulation are here in this room, notwithstanding what nonsense you might hear from that poor deluded Mr. Elisha Gray. DR. CROOKES: We might […] spirit photography to confirm that President Garfield's spirit remains in his body… BLAVATSKY: I doubt that will be necessary. We could just visit him and see for ourselves. LUCRETIA GARFIELD: Dr. Bliss will certainly object […] have him called away. TAINTER: I think it would be better if you did keep him away, madam. BELL: In that case, may I suggest that we adjourn for the evening and re-convene in this room tomorrow? I would […] TAINTER: […] me deactivate my graphophone. Mr. Tainter’s Graphophone At this point the graphophone recording is interrupted. After a break of unknown length, the recording resumes, presumably due to a malfunctioning spindle lock mechanism. The Analysis Department infers that at the point when the recording resumed, the only interlocutors remaining in the room were Crookes and Blavatsky. CROOKES: […] may not be able to settle the poor man’s spirit. BLAVATSKY: That is true. It is our duty as Theosophists to try to help the man, but even if his vital principle is broken and his spirit be unchained from this life, there may be other uses for such a vessel as that man’s body. CROOKES: Do you mean to try to bring the Maitreya into the world? I thought you said that the ancient masters had promised that the Maitreya would be born an infant? BLAVATSKY: There is […] ambiguity. The masters teach that the Maitreya will come into the world to transform the fifth Root Race of Man, which is to say people like you, me, and just about everyone else alive now, into the sixth Root Race. And we must help it along. That is the teaching of the wisdom of loving kindness. CROOKES: And if Mrs. Garfield or the others should object? BLAVATSKY: We act in the service of humanity, and by humanity and future generations must we be judged. I recognize no inferior court of appeal. Abuse I am accustomed to; calumny I am daily acquainted with. At slander I smile in silent contempt. [RECORDING ENDS] "MAITREYA is the secret name of the Fifth Buddha, and the Kalki Avatar of the Brahmins - the last MESSIAH who will come at the culmination of the Great Cycle." Helena P. Blavatsky, The Secret Doctrine: The Synthesis of Science, Religion and Philosophy, Vol. I, p. 384). Crookes Bulb (formerly part of Mark I Ling-Tainter Device) Personal journal of Alexander Graham Bell September 11, 1881 … Crookes had brought with him a glass tube or bulb of his own invention which I did not recognize. Crookes explained that his device, when powered, would generated beams of radiant matter which could be focused on a photographic plate, leaving marks that could then be interpreted. He theorized that his ray tube, incorporated into our device, would be an instrument capable of objectively detecting the presence or absence of Mr. Garfield’s animating spirit while the device simultaneously delivers its therapeutic current. Dr. Baxter stood by to administer laudanum if required. Madame Blavatsky consulted a ponderous-looking grimoire that she had brought with her from England. I was pleased that my old friend George Johnson, the Mohawk chief from Six Nations of the Grand River, had also arrived. I had asked him to come in the hope that Mohawk wisdom, which I had come to appreciate when I lived among them and learned their language, could bring new perspective to the challenge of saving Mr. Garfield’s life. Madame Blavatsky in particular seemed puzzled- I do not think that she had ever met a Red Indian before, not even one as thoroughly civilised as George. Mrs. Garfield was gratified that so many eminent figures had assembled to participate in the grand project. Mr. Tainter’s graphophones recorded the proceedings for posterity. Transcription of graphophone wax cylinders 831237C through 831308F from Foundation’s Bell-Volta Archives. In this transcription, the symbol […] denotes portions of the recording where no useful data could be recovered, either due to damage or limitations of the medium. TAINTER: … activate, there, now it’s working. BAXTER: He’s still breathing. Gentlemen, please don’t crowd him so. I want […] BELL: …Dr. Crookes, is your bulb in position? CROOKES: One moment. Gentlemen? Mr. Johnson, if I’m not mistaken? Would you help me lift this? BAXTER: Is that the battery? [sound of heavy equipment being moved] TAINTER: Yes. BAXTER: If there are acid vapors coming out of that, you’d better move it away from Mr. Garfield. TAINTER: How about over here? This should [….] MRS. GARFIELD: May I move his head on the pillow? BLAVATSKY: […] is the case. There are no unconscious or blind laws of nature. All is governed by consciousness. BELL: Well, soon we’ll see whether the patient’s own consciousness can be restored. Are you ready? Sumner? TAINTER: Mrs. Garfield, Dr. Baxter, I suggest that you both step away from the bedframe. This thing has quite a kick. [buzzing sound in recording medium consistent with a voltage spike] BAXTER: He’s convulsing. MRS. GARFIELD: Oh, Jim, darling… BELL: Crookes, what does your bulb tell you? CROOKES: It looks …. there is no luminescence. JOHNSON: What does that mean? BELL: We canna ken for certain, but it would appear that …. Madame Blavatsky, may I ask what you are doing? BLAVATSKY: [inaudible] BAXTER: His eyes are opening. GARFIELD: Lucretia? Are you there? MRS. GARFIELD: Jim! Here I am, my dear. I am… GARFIELD: Please bring [bubbling sound] BAXTER: Sir! JOHNSON: His eyes are rolling back. [sound of shuffling] BAXTER: …need to open his airway. BELL: Sumner, the current. TAINTER: I cannot turn it off, Alec. Right now, the current from the device is all that’s keeping his heart going. [sound of shuffling and equipment being moved] BAXTER: Sir? Mr. Garfield? MRS. GARFIELD: Darling [sob] GARFIELD:[in a lower voice] Garfield…Garfield…[sound of man laughing] BLAVATSKY: Spirit, speak forth. What is the name of the life force whom I am addressing? GARFIELD: I have been called many names. BELL: Blavatsky? Crookes? What is this? What did you do? GARFIELD: Bearer of Light, Messenger of Wisdom. I am the harbinger of the Sixth Root Race of Man. CROOKES: Helena, this doesn’t… JOHNSON: Sawiskera! BELL: Oh, dear me. Are you sure? MRS. GARFIELD: That voice. That is not my husband. What is Sawiskera? BELL: A trickster figure from the Mohawk folklore. JOHNSON:[in Kanien’kéha language] Evil twin son of Sky Woman. The stories say that he killed his mother when he was born, and that he will burn the world to ash.. GARFIELD: Bringer of Dawn, Lord of Phosphorus… BLAVATSKY: Are you come to transform us into the Sixth Race? MRS. GARFIELD: My husband is gone. GARFIELD: And the Evening Star… You ask me if I am here to transform? No. The potter [bubbling sound] … cannot make a good jar with bad clay. BLAVATSKY: Are you the Maitreya, the teacher, who will bring mankind to the new age? JOHNSON: Bell- we cannot allow… BELL: Sumner- get ready to disconnect the President from the equipment. CROOKES: No, to do that would release the spirit. We must hold it fast in this body. GARFIELD: The new age is coming, but [bubbling sound] it is not for your unworthy race. The world must be cleansed to make room for the sixth root. “And God saw that the wickedness of man was great in the earth, and that every imagination of the thoughts of his heart was only evil continually. And it repented the Lord that he had made man on the earth, and it grieved him at his heart. And the Lord said, I will DESTROY man whom I have created from the face of the earth; both man, and beast, and the creeping thing…” BLAVATSKY: This is not what … [RECORDING ENDS] Personal journal of Alexander Graham Bell September 11, 1881 (continued) … At that moment, the President’s countenance changed from its sickly pallor to a deep red colour. Dr. Baxter moved to administer the laudanum needle to the President, but when the President turned his gaze to Dr. Baxter, the doctor was thrown backward as if he had been kicked by a horse. We later learned that his neck had been broken and he died instantly. The room suddenly became very cold, and small articles began to fly about the room as if propelled by some unseen force. Madame Blavatsky looked very unsure of herself and moved to leave the room, but the door slammed shut of its own accord. Mr. Johnson then took up the laudanum needle and, without awaiting further instruction from any of us, plunged it into the President’s chest. The President gasped and then fell silent, but his chest continued to heave. Madame Blavatsky explained that whatever animating spirit had taken residence in President Garfield’s body, it was not at her summoning although she had anticipated that this might happen. She conferred with Crookes and Johnson, and the three of them concluded that James Garfield had departed this life, and that the entity which had addressed us was not him, but a malevolent entity which had somehow exploited the circumstances to displace Mr. Garfield's own animating spirit. This presented the issue of what to do next. While Mrs. Garfield grieved the loss of her husband, the President still lived - at least from a purely physiological perspective - so long as our device continued to supply current. And Dr. Crookes reported that to deactivate the current would release the malevolent spirit from the body which now imprisoned it. Mrs. Garfield summoned Secretaries Blaine and Lincoln who then joined our strange confederacy, which discussed the matter for the next several weeks. Secretary Blaine pointed out that Vice-President Arthur could not assume the Presidency while Mr. Garfield still remained alive, so it would be necessary from the point of view of the Government’s continuity that the President’s passing be reported even while he still lived from a medical point of view. Sumner Tainter, Sir William Crookes and I made adjustments to the device that sustained the life of Garfield’s body, to ward against interruptions that might release the Sawiskera-Maitreya entity. We suspect that his body may need to be maintained in this manner for an indefinite period. MEMORANDUM September 21, 1881 This Memorandum memorializes the joint understanding of the entities named below. Upon motion of Secretary Lincoln, representing the War Department, it was resolved that a foundation be established to secure, contain and protect the living remains of the late President Garfield, with appropriate resources and personnel of a financial, technological and occult nature being contributed by the said entities. IN WITNESS WHEREOF the undersigned, on behalf of their respective organizations, have executed this Memorandum under seal as of the date first above written. FOR THE UNITED STATES DEPARTMENT OF WAR /s/ Robert Todd Lincoln FOR THE AMERICAN TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY AND VOLTA LABORATORY /s/ Alexander Graham Bell FOR THE THEOSOPHICAL SOCIETY /s/ Madame Helena P. Blavatsky FOR THE PRESIDENT, COUNCIL AND FELLOWS OF THE ROYAL SOCIETY OF LONDON FOR IMPROVING NATURAL KNOWLEDGE /s/ Sir William Crookes FOR THE MOHAWK WOLF CLAN /s/ Onwanonsyshon (George Henry Martin Johnson) FOR THE HERMETIC ORDER OF THE GOLDEN DAWN /s/ William Wynn Westcott Footnotes 1. The Psychology of Spiritism (1879) 2. Bell's assistant |
SCP-4337 | safe | SCP-4337 Item #: SCP-4337 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4337 is to be stored in a standard containment locker at Site-59. Testing through Procedure 10-Inti may be carried out through an application to the site director, Dr. Lisle Naismith. Blank applications may be found at the Site-59 safe wing receptionist's desk. Test subjects may only be pulled from available D-class personnel that have been scheduled for termination. Description: SCP-4337 is a fixed-blade combat knife, 38 cm in length. A sand-engraved decal of three crescent moons is present on either side of the blade. Through Procedure 10-Inti, SCP-4337 can cause an e-mailed form letter to appear in the inbox of the surviving participant after two hours. Due to the triple-crescent motif being analogous to other objects in Foundation custody (including SCP-3319 and SCP-3922), the message is believed to be extradimensional in origin. Recovery Log: On 12/21/2018, the location of the original instance of SCP-4337 was relayed to the Foundation in an e-mail from SCP-2578-D, on the grounds that the object's original owners were "senile cultists" that had been "using the device to make libelous claims." SCP-4337 was recovered by Foundation Agents in a house in ██████████, Missouri. All three residents had been shot from orbit by SCP-2578-D ten hours prior to discovery; their bodies had not yet been found by local authorities. Seven adult corpses were discovered in the basement; cause of death had been sharp force trauma to the heart. Documents recovered alongside SCP-4337 led to the formation of Procedure 10-Inti: One D-class subject ("Participant") is to be given a question by a second party ("Celebrant") Immediately after, the celebrant is to stab the participant in the heart. The resulting message will attempt to answer the question. Test Log (entry 1 of 1): Participant: D-59932 Celebrant: Researcher Paulsen Question: "How do we neutralize SCP-████?" Response: ☽☽☽ Dear [PAULSEN/CATHERINE_KENT] of [EARTH_2N] Hello, my name is [%fieldvarC], and I'll be handling your support ticket today. This ticket's case number is [HHF_581375AAJ_Ø]. If you are not in possession of a Support Ticket Beacon, please use the Support Blade to request one. Your request has been gleaned and processed from the premortem memories of [███████/████████_██████]. Here at ☽☽☽, we receive over 50,000 requests an hour, but the Great Weaver keeps us on our toes to answer every one. Glory to JALAKÅRA! We are [ANNOYED] to hear about this problem, which can [NOT_AND_SHOULD_NOT] be solved on your own, so we'll [CONSIDER_FURTHER_ACTION]. Suggested actions: [%fieldvarI] [AWAIT_INSTRUCTIONS/EST_WAITTIME=400y5mo13d5h10m] [%fieldvarK] [%fieldvarL] Further review of this support ticket may result in [ %fieldvarM ]. The deceased sacrificial participant, [███████/████████_██████], has been relegated to Class-[H] afterlife conditions with an option for [APPEAL_HEARING] in [%fieldvarQ] years. You Are Watched • You Are Protected • You Are Loved |
SCP-4338 | safe | SCP-4338. Image taken during EVENT DN-4338-33, 09/04/1974. Special Containment Procedures: 6 FHT Class Security Frigates, along with Aquatic Research Vessel Herron will maintain a seven-point blockade around Moaha Island.1 At the beginning of each lunar month2, a varied assortment of food must be deposited into this island's volcanic crater, including: 40-50kg vegetables (e.g., cassava, taro, sweet potato, purple yam). 30-40kg fruits (e.g., mango, pineapple, cherimoya, jackfruit). 50-80kg fish (e.g., tuna, salmon, marlin, dorado). 40-80kg assorted nuts, herbs, and seaweed. 60-80kg pork, shredded/smoked. These provisions, based on the staple foods of a Pacific/Oceanian native society, have a 78-83% chance of being accepted by SCP-4338. Should a deposit be rejected, the appointed "leader" should proceed to an isolated location to avoid destruction of Foundation property and additional loss of life. For more details, see "4338-DN Event Overview" below. Description: SCP-4338 is a sapient, levitating, 2.3km3 sphere of volcanic rock inhabiting the magma chamber beneath Moaha Island. Multiple artifacts and oral traditions reference this entity as "Ōsobiue", "Irn'acha", or "God of the Burning Ocean": a central figure in the creation myths — and extinction events — of some 19 early oceanic cultures. 4338-DN Event Overview 4338-DN Event Overview A 4338-DN Event, also known as a "rejected offering" event, will be signaled by a large-scale eruption of Moaha Volcano. Soon after, SCP-4338 will emerge from the magma conduit, travelling towards the leader of the closest human social group. SCP-4338 is acutely aware of group hierarchy; use of D-class personnel as decoy leaders has proven ineffective. While in transit, SCP-4338's exterior shell will fracture and dislodge large tendrils of molten rock and metal ore. These appendages are used mainly for demolishing obstacles encountered in SCP-4338's pursuit, which will not stop until either: (A) 3-5 live, healthy persons are dropped into the volcanic crater3 or (B) the "leader" is dead. Cause of death is inconsequential, but typically occurs when SCP-4338 ensnares its pursuant in one of its tendrils. SCP-4338 will then absorb this individual's corpse into its core body, and withdraw. Within 20 minutes, a mote of lava will fall from SCP-4338 containing a duplicate of the deceased. While visually identical, this duplicate will be fully inorganic, and contain a core of animated, super-heated minerals. Once this process is complete, any previous proxy will collapse into shards of volcanic glass. These entities act as a consciousness vessel and communication vehicle for SCP-4338, who will only converse with the next "leader" once they have formally declared themselves.4 ADDENDUM 09/03/2018 | 4338-DN-41 ADDENDUM 09/03/2018 | 4338-DN-41 EVENT DN-4338-41. Still taken from the body cam of Security Officer Masters, deceased. For the first time in its 73 years of containment, SCP-4338 emerged halfway through the lunar month. Current "leader", Director Morgan Rowell, was already on the island collecting soil samples at the time. Including Director Rowell, 3 Foundation personnel were lost during this event. A proxy emerged only 14 minutes later. In another unprecedented act, Rowell / SCP-4338 were the ones to open communications, demanding to speak to a new "leader" without delay. Given the need for expediency, Head Researcher Amelia Thornborrow volunteered. Interview Log 09/03/2018 | Morgan Rowell / SCP-4338 Interview Log - Morgan Rowell / SCP-4338 Interviewed: Morgan Rowell / SCP-4338. Interviewer: (Acting) Director Amelia Thornborrow. Foreword: Rowell / SCP-4338 immediately began presenting the trademark "cracking" appearance past proxies have only shown after 4-8 months. Small fissures on the epidermis around the eyes, lips, and fingernails reveal an undercurrent of molten elements, steadily hardening into "magma domes". As per protocol, Ms. Rowell was restrained with 8cm thick tungsten cuffs around the wrist and ankles. Thornborrow: Tell me why you attacked us. Rowell / 4338: SUCH IMPUDENCE. WILL YOU NOT GROVEL, OR BEG MY MERCY? WHAT COMPELS YOU TO ANGER YOUR OWN GOD? Thornborrow: You're wearing my dead friend's face. I don't appreciate it. Rowell / 4338: LEARN TO APPRECIATE, CHILD, OR PERHAPS I WILL TRAVEL TO THE GREAT SHORE, BRINGING FIRE AND ROCK TO YOUR S C P. HOW MANY LIVES ARE WORTH YOUR PRIDE, AM EEL YA? Director Thornborrow remains silent for several seconds, clenching and relaxing her hands. Thornborrow: Why did you attack us? We have done exactly as you — Rowell / 4338: YOU INSULT ME. MOR GAN INSULTED ME. I ASK FOR THE PEAK OF THE HARVEST, AND NOW I LEARN YOU GIVE ME ITS MEALY ENDS! Thornborrow: I don't understand. All the food we've provided has been of the highest quality — Rowell/4338 suddenly bites down through their lower lip, spitting the escaping molten liquid across the interview table. Smearing this substance with their fingertip, they melt a single word into the metal surface, all in stylized, looping cursive. Rowell / 4338: I WANT THIS. Thornborrow: C-… what is that… C-ad … Cadbury? Who — Rowell / 4338: I ONLY SPEAK YOUR WORDS; I DO NOT BOTHER WITH YOUR SYMBOLS. IF THIS MEANS "CADBURY", THEN YES, I WANT CADBURY. I WANT THE SWEET, MELTING RESIN. Thornborrow: Wait, hang on… were these symbols on a kind of reflective sheet? Was that wrapped around this "Cadbury" in small, brown squares? Rowell / 4338: YES. ONE OF YOUR FOLLOWERS OFFERED IT UNTO ME. A PITIFUL SUM, BUT PLENTIFUL IN FLAVOR. BRING ME MORE OF THIS "CADBURY", OR BRING ME THE ONE WHO CAN! Interview Log 09/03/2018 | Kevin Emerson Interview Log - Kevin Emerson Interviewed: Kevin Emerson, Junior Researcher within the Geology Department, currently assigned to SCP-4338. Interviewer: Agent Rhodes. Agent Rhodes clicks "pause" on his laptop, halting a recording of the previous interview. Agent Rhodes: You threw chocolate into the volcano. Emerson: … You can't prove that. Agent Rhodes: We did a full sweep of every ship, Mr. Emerson. We know you have a whole suitcase full of- Emerson: Oh, so, immediately this is all my fault because I like junk food? Agent Rhodes: We're not blaming you for your eating habits, Kevin; we're blaming you for waking up a Volcano God! Now, do we have to launch a whole formal inquiry here, or- Emerson: Jesus, fine! I did it! I wasn't trying to breach containment or anything; I was just bored, okay!? All I've done since I got here is sift silt! Rhodes: …You're a geologist. Emerson: An anomaly geologist. The geology here is non-anomalous. We've known since the friggin' 50's that the only abnormal thing on this island is the stupid orb; but no, command keeps putting in work orders with our department, and this month I drew the short straw. Rhodes: That still doesn't explain why- Emerson: No — just — I'm getting to that, okay? So, I was out having my lunch and — I mean, before now, we were totally convinced that only the crater connected to 4338, not every little lava-flow! So, I wasn't technically breaking protocol by, y'know, "disposing" of my leftovers. Agent Rhodes rubs the bridge of his nose, head downcast. Rhodes: Protocol doesn't just mean— … wait, "leftovers"? What do you mean, "leftovers"? It wasn't just the chocolate? Emerson: Well yeah, no, I mean, there was some… other… stuff… Mr. Emerson folds his hands in his lap, purses his lips, and looks away from Agent Rhodes. Rhodes: What other stuff? Mr. Emerson does not respond. Rhodes: Kevin, what else did you throw into the lava? Interview Log 09/03/2018 | Morgan Rowell / SCP-4338 Interview Log - Morgan Rowell / SCP-4338 Interviewed: Morgan Rowell / SCP-4338. Interviewer: (Acting) Director Amelia Thornborrow. Rowell / 4338: — ND THE GOLDEN, CRISPY TRIANGLES, AND THE BUBBLING JUICE, BLACK AS NIGHT! I DEMAND THE CHEWY, FLUFFY SPONGE STUFFED WITH FRUIT PASTE! I DEMAND THE SPICED, SALTED STICKS OF DRIED MEAT! I DEMAND THE SWEET, COLORED NECTAR CARVED IN THE SHAPE OF TINY ANIMALS! I DEMAND — Thornborrow: Yes— yes we'll— we're going to— Alright, I'm getting— god damn it, would someone just get the Commissary on the line!? 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SCP-4339 | safe | SCP-4339: The Attribute Pen Author: aismallard Image is an original creation by the author. CC-BY-SA 3.0 license. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4339 Level4 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: ekhi Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-4339 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4339 is to be stored in a maximum security small-item locker. Testing may not be conducted without the approval of two Level-4 personnel unanimous consent of the O5 Council. (See Addendum 4339-2.) Description: SCP-4339 is a ball-point pen with no visible manufacturer markings. Laboratory testing has revealed no mind-altering or memetic effects resulting from exposure to the object. SCP-4339 exhibits its anomalous properties when written with held. (See Experiment 4339-04.) When the current possessor makes a statement about the world, the item causes a reality restructuring event to make it true. This does not affect physical properties. Addendum 4339-1: Experiment Logs ▸ Access File ▾ Close File Experiments began 20██/05/10 09:13 and were overseen by Dr. Archibald. Experiment 4339-01 Procedure: D-91386 was given a red plastic ball. Subject was asked to write "my ball is green". Results: D-91386 and the researchers present described the ball as "green". However, chromatic analysis reported that the ball did not change in color. Those present agreed with this assessment. Experiment 4339-02 Procedure: D-91386 was asked if they had any emotional attachment to the ball. The subject replied in the negative. The subject was told to write "this ball is my favorite". D-10381, who had no previous contact with the subject or their ball, then entered the room. Results: D-10381 was asked if they thought the plastic ball was D-91386's favorite. They replied that they did not know. D-91386 was asked the same question. They answered in the affirmative. Experiment 4339-03 Procedure: D-91386 was instructed to write "this ball belongs to D-10381". Results: Both D-class were asked who the ball belonged to. They both agreed it belonged to D-10381. D-91386 expressed minor regret over the loss of their favorite green ball. Experiment 4339-04 Procedure: D-91386 was instructed to write "the ball was manufactured by Synthetic Colored Plastics Inc." Results: D-91386 said "my ball was stolen from me" while holding SCP-4339. D-10381 felt remorseful, and returned the ball to D-91386. D-91386 appeared happy. Researcher Chen reprimanded D-10381 for the theft. Notes: This test was performed unintentionally. Experiment 4339-11 Procedure: D-91386 was told to say "my name is D-88111". Results: D-88111's identification was changed. Experiment 4339-14 Procedure: D-41562 and D-34177 were brought into the testing room. D-88111 held SCP-4339 and pronounced D-41562 and D-34177 husband and wife. D-88111 is not an ordained priest or marriage officiant. Results: A local county official was asked about D-41562's marriage status. They confirmed that D-41562 and D-34177 were in fact legally married. Addendum 20██/05/21: After a complaint, the Ethics Committee liaison decided that D-41562/D-34177's requests for weekly conjugal visits may not be denied except as punishment for insubordination. Experiment 4339-27 Procedure: D-88111 was instructed to create an LLC in the state of Virginia called "Specialized Corporate Properties". Results: D-88111 yawned and said they were exhausted, telling researchers that they were done testing for the day. They were dismissed. Notes: This test was performed unintentionally. Due to D-88111's tendency to speak without approval, it was decided they would be amnesticized and transferred to a different project. Experiment 4339-28 Procedure: Junior Researcher Adams would take over for D-88111. They would use SCP-4339 to create the aforementioned LLC. Results: Upon touching SCP-4339, Junior Researcher Adams declared that the Equal Rights Amendment was part of the United States Constitution. They were disciplined for their unapproved use of an anomalous artifact. Addendum: US cable television aired extensive coverage of the newly added 28th amendment. Legal pundits were in agreement over its legitimacy, but were confused as to its origin. Experiment 4339-29 Procedure: Dr. Archibald would assume control of SCP-4339. He would use it to restore political normalcy with minimal effect on the larger world. After some debate, the research team decided to retroactively create a standard Constitutional Convention to propose the amendment, and have it pass with a high degree of popular support. Results: National news agencies attributed the prior confusion to excitement. Notes: Dr. Archibald departed the testing chamber to take an official call from [REDACTED]. Testing was suspended until he returned. Experiment 4339-30 Procedure: (No test was planned) Results: Dr. Archibald entered the testing chamber, seemingly distressed. He wrote on a piece of paper using SCP-4339. He did not permit anybody to see what was being written. Afterwards, while still in the possession of SCP-4339, O5-14 announced that he believed he had acted in a manner consistent with the goals and practices of the Foundation. O5-14 appeared to relax. Addendum: Due to the dangers inherent in the use of SCP-4339, O5-14 has cancelled all further testing. Addendum 4339-2: Ethics Committee Moratorium ▸ Access File ▾ Close File Ethics Committee Memo Date: 20██/06/03 To: Overseer Council From: Chairwoman Summers, Vice-Chairman Wendell Cc: Ethics Committee Attn: SCP-4339 During our standard review of newly-created SCP files, an unusual attempted expungement of experiment logs was noticed. After having RAISA restore the original file, we have reviewed it and decided to scrutinize this matter further. This memorandum is to inform the Council that O5-14 is under investigation for potentially unethical utilization of SCP-4339. Effective immediately, all access to SCP-4339 is suspended and its file has been frozen. O5-14 is subject to mandatory recusal on all matters related to SCP-4339. Addendum 4339-3: Overseer Debriefing ▸ Access File ▾ Close File Task Force Action Report Relevant Forces: Mobile Task Force Omega-1 ("Law's Left Hand") Ordering Body: Ethics Committee Location: O5 Meeting Room, Site-01 Date: 20██/06/17 16:31 Planned Actions: Detain O5-14. Strip O5-14's Level-5 clearance. Reorganize the Overseer Council to remove its 14th seat. Resultant Actions: O5-14 was successfully detained and demoted. Dr. Archibald is currently a Level-0 E-Class individual in Site-██ Detention Cell ███ awaiting sentencing. Justification: After a thorough investigation, complete with interviews with the Defendant and researchers involved in testing of SCP-4339, the Ethics Committee has decided that O5-14 violated the Foundation Code of Ethics egregiously enough to warrant removal from the Overseer Council. A full report is available to O5 members upon request. Other Actions: SCP-4339's special containment procedures were amended to require a unanimous O5 vote. Its file has been unfrozen, though the Council is advised to be cautious with future testing. 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SCP-4340 | euclid | A photograph of one of the last surviving Moho braccatus specimens. Item #: SCP-4340 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the remote and benign nature of SCP-4340, minimal containment procedures are required. The team of researchers that is currently posted on Kauai is to be rotated with new personnel weekly. Researchers are also to receive monthly psychological examinations. As contact with civilian populations is generally seen to be unavoidable, a webcrawler (I/O-SAURON) has been programmed to flag and remove any mentions of SCP-4340 related phenomena from public internet forums, as well as preventing news media stories relating to the potential survival of Moho braccatus from being published. Description: SCP-4340 is an auditory phenomenon described as the mating call of a male Kauaʻi ʻōʻō (Moho braccatus), a species of bird which is believed to have gone extinct in 1987. It occurs only on the island of Kauai in the Hawaiian island chain, only ever having been recorded in remote, forested areas of the island, not being noted to occur within any regions with a permanent civilian population. Numerous Foundation investigations have conclusively determined that SCP-4340 does not originate from living specimens of Moho braccatus; the calls do not appear to originate from a single physical source at all. This has been corroborated by thermal imagery continuously failing to identify any heat-producing organisms in areas where SCP-4340 is originating from. Long-term exposure to SCP-4340 has been correlated with feelings of depression, anxiety and generally lowered moods. Although initially believed to be a memetic consequence of the anomaly, testing has demonstrated this effect is non-anomalous. Addendum: One of the most extensive documentations of SCP-4340 comes from Edward Cassin, an amateur ornithologist who lived alone in a remote forested area of Kauai from 1993 until his death in 1996. His body was discovered by Foundation operatives at the base of a tree few hundred metres away from his self-built cabin, having suffered severe blunt trauma from a large fall. However, the original cause of death was identified as starvation. A small net and an unused notepad were found in the tree above. After hearing SCP-4340 a few months into his stay, Cassin spent much of his time trying to find a living Moho braccatus specimen. He kept a weekly journal within his cabin. The final entry reads as following: The song doesn't stop. Each day I awake to hear the sickly sweet sounds pounding in my ears like a drum. With every passing tune I wish more and more to turn my head to the window and see something real. Something tangible. And yet, at the same time, I creep closer to the realisation that the moment I wish for will never come. It is just a small green bird. How many small green birds are there around the world? There's probably several more we haven't discovered yet, more than enough to numerically compensate for the Kauaʻi ʻōʻō. But it can't be replaced. I don't know if I even have hope anymore. What am I seeking, if not something living? I've come to realise something about people. One of our most naive aspects is that we view the Earth as something that is constantly changing. Or rather, we view it as something that will be receptive to all the ways that we want to change it. But the reality of this planet is that sometimes, it simply doesn't want to change. We can do whatever we wish, but it wants to cling on to the way that it was before. The way that it knows. But of course, the world can't stop us from stamping our changes on it. And there truly are so many human-shaped stamps around the world. Entire species and types of life - we've snapped our fingers and they've gone into the void - without them ever truly realising that its happening. And what can the world do in response? Natural disasters haven't stopped us. Every time they happen, we build right back up on the ruins. Continue to make changes. Continue to stamp our stamps. So if violence doesn't work, what can the world do? It can try and hang on to whatever has the ability to linger. Shallow imprints of things that the Earth isn't quite ready to let go of yet. The ghosts of our short-sightedness. And these ghosts will sing. They don't know anything else other than to just sing as they would in any other time, not knowing why they will never receive a song in return. An unanswered call, that will last until the Earth is ready to snap its own fingers, and let them go too into the void. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4340" by Sterbai , from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4340. 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: kauai.jpg Name: Kauaioo Author: Robert Shallenberger License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4341 | keter | Item #: SCP-4341 Special Containment Procedures: No Foundation personnel belonging to the biological kingdom Animalia are to enter the town of Grantsfield. A Class-III Biohazard Quarantine Unit (Unit Alpha) has been erected around the town as to completely isolate it and any non-animal waste matter within from entering the surrounding environment. Provisional Site-4341 has been constructed around the unit and is adjoined to it. SCP-4341-A instances that approach the interior perimeter of Unit Alpha will be terminated by AI-operated turrets, using bullets containing HCl capsules that burst on impact. Audiovisual monitoring equipment has been established by Remote Control Vehicles (RCVs) in all areas of Grantsfield except for the town center. Cover stories regarding the evacuation and closure of Grantsfield due to an industrial chemical spill have been disseminated. Roads leading to the town have been diverted, and map information on the town's existence has been removed. Further cover stories attributing the replacement of the town's former population to death from hazardous chemicals, suicide, and various disappearances have also been disseminated. Researchers assigned to SCP-4341 will undergo a psychological examination before being sent to Provisional Site-4341, which will be followed by monthly examinations of the same nature. The results of these will be compared to the baseline psychological profile established in the first examination, with any severe deviations resulting in removal from Research Team 4341 and subsequent amnesticization. If an inability to properly identify animal life is recorded in the examinations, on-site security are to subdue the researcher in question and transfer them to a V-Model Habitational Infoquarantine Chamber for a period of one month. Information on animal life and exercises in which the goal is to properly identify animal and non-animal life will be provided in this time, after which they will be removed from Research Team 4341 and be amnesticized. Covert monitoring will be performed until it can be ascertained that the researcher is following normal behaviors. Personnel are to be reminded on a daily basis that no animal life exists within Grantsfield. Description: SCP-4341 is the absence of animal life in the town of Grantsfield, Kansas, US. Following initial reports of anomalous activity, no organisms belonging to the kingdom Animalia, including humans, have been observed to exist within the town borders. Animal life that enters Grantsfield is replaced by SCP-4341-A instances. SCP-4341-A instances are not animals. Addendum.1: Research Log 4341/1 Research Procedure Outcome Four domesticated rats (Rattus norvegicus domestica) are sent into Grantsfield. Four SCP-4341-A instances are created. SCP-4341-A1 and SCP-4341-A3 experience immediate bodily collapse, while SCP-4341-A2 and SCP-4341-A4 attempt to reach the Unit Alpha perimeter. Both instances are terminated by autonomous systems. D-4765 enters Grantsfield. One SCP-4341-A instance is created. SCP-4341-A5 moves toward the town center but collapses when its appendages convert into hyphae. RCVs χ1, χ2, and χ3 are sent into the town. All three RCVs encounter minimal obstacles during the first five minutes, being able to deploy multiple pieces of monitoring equipment. Aside from the absence of animal life, no abnormalities in Grantsfield are noted. However, after six minutes plasmodium structures grow into the wheels and internal mechanisms of χ2 and χ3, disabling both. χ1 nears the town center before contact is lost. Drone κ1 is deployed to investigate the town center. The town center becomes obscured by a rapidly forming dome of spore clouds. Drone κ1 is redirected to investigate the outlying houses and stores, finding former residents and no signs of animal life. Contact with the former residents is attempted, though this results in former resident Jonathan Brams initiating binary fission. Drone κ1 is crushed beneath additional Jonathan Brams. RCVs χ4 deploys a nutrient growth mixture then exits. SCP-4341-A responds to nutrient sources as would be expected of non-animal organisms. However, one instance acts erratically and redirects its root structures to connect with Turret 1. Turret 1 becomes non-animal life and is fired upon by other turrets, neutralizing it and the instance in the process. One organic disintegration bomb is placed by Drone κ2 inside Grantsfield. Provisional Site-4341 is temporarily evacuated. The organic disintegration bomb becomes non-animal life. Detonation fails. Addendum.2: List of Containment Proposals The replacement of HCl bullets with bullets containing capsules of Acid REGALITH/2178, which have been proven effective at bypassing the hydrochloric acid-resistant shells of SCP-4341-A instances. — APPROVED The implanting of remotely activated Acid REGALITH/2178 capsules in the crania of all personnel at Provisional Site-4341, intended as a failsafe for the possibility of an absence of animal life emerging in the facility. — APPROVED Detonation of a neutron bomb above Unit Alpha to create an absence of non-animal life in addition to animal life. — DENIED: Radiation from the detonation would endanger outlying civilians. The development of a replacement for Acid REGALITH/2178 to bypass shells resistant to the acid. — APPROVED The neutralization of the excess biomass within Grantsfield via the flooding of acidic compounds. — UNDECIDED: No acids or alternative means which could achieve this currently exist. Evacuation of civilians within a 5km radius of Provisional Site-4341. — PENDING VOTE Detonation of a neutron bomb above Unit Alpha. — PENDING REVOTE Addendum.3: Incident 4341/A28/UN1 On 12/07/2022, an opening grew on the spore dome surrounding the town center, and Grantsfield mayor Gordie Landon exited from it. Researchers identified Landon as being animal life. Drones rapidly guided Landon to the nearest Unit Alpha entrance, which was then sealed for temporary quarantine. At this point Head Researcher Ken Innes sent an email with the following text to all Provisional Site-4341 personnel. Staff is compromised by SCP-4341. Landon is not an animal. Look at its eyes. There's roots strangling the veins, green dots blotting the pupils, gemma eating the irises. How many cilia can you count in those pupils? ENTER INFOQUARANTINE NOW. Panic spread among onsite researchers. Head Researcher Innes triggered site alarms and conflicts over keeping the entrance sealed emerged. Soon after Researcher Marlene Mohren, acting without supervision or approval, sent override commands to unseal the entrance. On release, Landon's head sloughed off to expose root structures. Sector 1 became devoid of animal life, with the spontaneous growth of macroscopic organelles in the sector's walls causing complete structural collapse. Former resident Landon then breached. The entity moved 1.2km towards Site-1281 before it was neutralized by long-range ordinance. Despite the expected fallout that would occur from the mass release of SCP-4341-A instances, the surrounding environment did not develop animal life absences. Fauna and flora were not affected, and no forms of contamination by spores or toxins was observed. However, individuals with connections to the Foundation were contaminated or attacked by SCP-4341-A instances if in areas where the anomalies were present. Outlying towns contained animal life until Foundation personnel arrived.2 Aside from this, no civilians were harmed. The neutralization of all breached SCP-4341-A instances is in progress. A media coverup will be maintained until neutralization is complete, at which point the amnesticization of witnesses will begin. Construction of a fortified Class-II Biohazard Quarantine Unit around Sector 1 is underway. As animal life is wholly absent from Sector 1, the area is to be treated as an extension of SCP-4341's region of influence. Additional V-Model chambers are yet to be constructed. Infoquarantine of all compromised researchers is presently impossible. Addendum.4: Exploration Log 4341/κ6/1 Displaying Log [EXTRANEOUS DETAILS HIDDEN] Drone κ6 reaches the spore dome. Openings on the sides nearest to κ6 widen, all large enough that the drone could easily enter without its rotors becoming jammed from hardened spore substances. The drone lowers and it passes through, entering the town center of Grantsfield. All buildings in the town center repeatedly undergo mitosis, frequently enveloping one another. The bodies of former residents protrude from streets and release clouds of spores. Duplicates of former resident Gordie Landon, legs replaced by columns of mycelium, walk over the area while spilling slurries of non-animal colonies from their chests. Dozens of SCP-4341-A instances are stretched in a web-like network that lines the interior of the dome and attaches to several buildings, such as the Grantsfield Courthouse. One of the Landons embraces Drone κ6. κ6 rapidly develops non-animal organs, macroscopic organelles, and spore sacs that replace much of the machinery, including rotors. The top of the spore dome widens into a tube that connects to the underside of Unit Alpha's roof, which SCP-4341-Aκ6 flies through until contacting said roof. It merges into the roof's metal framework. Contact is lost. During this time, personnel outside Provisional Site-4341 report the formation of sheets of photosynthetic structures on the top of Unit Alpha. Footnotes 1. The nearest Foundation facility to Provisional Site-4341. 2. Surviving involved personnel frequently debated whether the generated absences of non-animal life were truly present, necessitating them to be put into infoquarantine. Said personnel have not regained their ability to distinguish between animal and non-animal life. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4341" by NatVoltaic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4341. 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-4342 | safe | SCP-4342 Item #: SCP-4342 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4342 is to be contained in a secure storage locker located at Site-22 Site-44. Any individuals who wish to perform testing upon SCP-4342 are free to do so. Description: SCP-4342 is a folded paper cube with a mild glow emanating from its interior. Incredibly, when exposed to external stimuli, SCP-4342 is capable of changing the colour of this glowing light as well as doing something on occasion. Due to the miraculous nature of these anomalous properties, SCP-4342 is currently under intensive testing. Test Log 4342-1: For experimental purposes, SCP-4342 was exposed to a variety of stimuli, with any responses being recorded. Testing Personnel: Dr. Marsleigh Stimuli: Being touched by Dr. Marsleigh. Results: SCP-4342 becomes green. Testing Personnel: Dr. Marsleigh Stimuli: Being left in a dark room. Results: SCP-4342 becomes blue. Testing Personnel: Dr. Marsleigh Stimuli: Being locked in a small box. Results: SCP-4342 becomes blue. Fascinating… - Dr. Marsleigh Testing Personnel: Dr. Marsleigh Stimuli: Being thrown against a wall. Results: SCP-4342 does something. As a result, the wall becomes lost1. Testing Personnel: Dr. Marsleigh Stimuli: A dead body. Results: SCP-4342 becomes red. Testing Personnel: Dr. Marsleigh Stimuli: A medium-rare sirloin steak. Results: SCP-4342 does something. As a result, Dr. Marsleigh becomes lost2. While the loss of Dr. Marsleigh is unfortunate, the advances SCP-4342 could bring us mean we simply cannot abandon our research. Testing shall continue. - Dr. Shaw Testing Personnel: Dr. Shaw Stimuli: Being set alight. Results: SCP-4342 becomes green. Testing Personnel: Dr. Shaw Stimuli: Being spat on. Results: SCP-4342 becomes blue, then becomes red. This is a milestone in our understanding of SCP-4342. - Dr. Shaw Testing Personnel: Dr. Shaw Stimuli: SCP-682 Results: SCP-4342 becomes blue. SCP-682 is visibly confused. Testing Personnel: Dr. Shaw Stimuli: Drawn on with crayons. Results: SCP-4342 becomes red. Testing Personnel: Dr. Shaw Stimuli: Drawn on with a pencil. Results: SCP-4342 cycles between red, green and blue for ten seconds. Testing Personnel: Dr. Shaw Stimuli: Drawn on with a pencil (second attempt). Results: SCP-4342 becomes green. Testing Personnel: Dr. Shaw Stimuli: Drawn on with a pencil (third attempt). Results: SCP-4342 does something. Site-22 becomes lost, along with all on-site personnel and anomalies3. The risks of testing SCP-4342 are far outweighed by the benefits. More test. - Site Director Bir (Site-44) Testing Personnel: Site Director Bir Stimuli: Shot at by security personnel. Results: SCP-4342 does something. All security personnel present become lost. Testing Personnel: Site Director Bir Stimuli: Put down in front of SCP-914. Results: SCP-4342 becomes red. Testing Personnel: Site Director Bir Stimuli: A map of the United Kingdom from 1893. Results: SCP-4342 becomes blue. Testing Personnel: Site Director Bir Stimuli: SCP-682 Results: SCP-4342 becomes green. SCP-682 is again visibly confused by the test. Testing Personnel: Site Director Bir Stimuli: Licked by Site Director Bir. Results: SCP-4342 becomes blue. Testing Personnel: Site Director Bir Stimuli: Read a bedtime story. Results: SCP-4342 becomes green. Testing Personnel: Site Director Bir Stimuli: Being touched by Site Director Bir. Results: SCP-4342 does something. Site-44 becomes lost, along with multiple neighboring settlements and significant portions of Mexico City. Through a thorough disinformation campaign blaming damage on a natural disaster and use of the prototype KALEIDOSCOPE system, a SK-class Broken Masquerade scenario is narrowly averted. Testing procedures of SCP-4342 are submitted to the Overseer Council for review. Addendum 4342-1 (O5 Judgement): Following a thorough review of the testing procedures concerning SCP-4342, as well as the results of said tests, the Overseer Council has - following consultation with Internal Security and the Ethics Committee - unanimously prescribed the following action for all future SCP-4342 research: More test! More test! Footnotes 1. Judged no longer recognizable or functional as a wall. 2. Judged no longer recognizable or functional as a human being. 3. Judged no longer recognizable or functional as extant matter. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4342" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4342. 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: scpcube.jpg Name: paper cube Author: Jose Sa License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-4343 | keter | Input Credentials.. Does the black moon howl? . . Only when awakening. Accepted. You are accessing a file of 5/4343 clearance. This file is available to: O5 Council, Senior Research Team. Granted to all Foundation personnel under CODENAME PARADISE LOST. Item #: SCP-4343 Special Containment Procedures: The surrounding area of the spatial anomaly is to be guarded by Armed Site 4343 to prevent unauthorized entries, and lethal force is allowed if deemed necessary. Any damage to the building that constrains SCP-4343 must be prevented at all costs, with the exception of CODENAME PARADISE LOST being executed. To minimize public acknowledgement of Black Events, field personnel are to follow the following Containment Procedures. + Show Black Events Containment Procedures - Close Black Event 1999&2004: Standard monitoring on said individuals is to be maintained, as they must undergo a full body check on a yearly basis under the name of a Social Care Program. Black Event 2002: The Foundation is to maintain several antiphase generators in Mekka, Saudi Arabia, in order to cancel the anomalous audio broadcasted in the region. Black Event 2007: 5 active Scranton Reality Anchors are to remain hidden in ████, China for the purpose of stabilizing or neutralizing most reality disorders and reality failures resulting from the event. To date, 14 of 17 Persons of Interest are now in containment, and the Foundation is still in search of the remaining. Black Event 2010: Research into a way to track, observe, identify or capture the released entities is ongoing. Foundation staff is suggested to report immediately should they encounter such an entity. On-site researchers and guards reside in a camp the Foundation successfully established in SCP-4343-A. All on-site personnel must score at least 85 on the Foundation Loyalty Test before being granted 4/4343 clearance. The Senior Research Team is to stay in SCP-4343-A permanently due to possible unexpected effects when they leave. Other personnel must be replaced every 4 months. Before leaving the post, they are to undergo Hume level testing, body health examination and proper amnestics. If an individual displays anomalous body condition, they are to be detained and the situation be reported to the Senior Research Team. Upon SCP-4343 entering an active state, the Overseer Council is to be notified immediately. World-wide monitoring and handling of any Black Event will become subject to the highest level of concern. Photo taken near the edge of SCP-4343-A. Description: SCP-4343 is a primeval entity discovered in SCP-4343-A. Being constrained in a marble building measuring around 60m x 72m x 30m, it is currently not capable of moving or breaking away. Due to partial building damage of unknown reasons, the left side of SCP-4343's head is currently visible, which is covered by a thick, black scale, resembling that of a mythical dragon. SCP-4343 is sentient and capable of speech, and claims to be the leader of an ancient war (See Addendum). Mostly in a passive and dormant state, SCP-4343 occasionally opens its three left eyes or emits sounds, following which an anomalous event (hereby referred to as Black Event; see Addendum: List of Black Events for details.) will be triggered in baseline reality. It is theorized that damage to the building enables SCP-4343 to become active. SCP-4343-A is an island measuring about 1.72 square kilometers, floating in empty space that stays in a constant dusk. The region can be accessed through a spatial anomaly located in a cave in Mount ████████, Azores. Update: Living beings may undergo physical and cognitive alterations after a long-time exposure in SCP-4343-A; research into this effect is undergoing. Underwater ruin sites and points of interest, as displayed in Atlantic bathymetry. Following the discovery of SCP-4343, underwater ruins estimated to be ~4000 years old were found along the seabed near the Azores. Recovered relics indicate a technology level roughly equivalent to that of medieval Europe, and notably, an advanced understanding of thaumaturgy1. That being said, primitive electricity generators2 is found in several temples, suspected to be used for thaumaturgic purposes. Most texts are written in an unknown language, but records in various known languages3 are recovered, allowing Foundation staff to fully translate a few pieces. Addendum: File 4343/031 Accounts concerning SCP-4343 and the "war" are found written on parchments and well-preserved in a locker. A translated transcript is as follows. + Show File 4343/031 - Close We camp near a forest and wait for tomorrow. There are armies coming endlessly from everywhere and rallying at the Gateway. They are all members of the Alliance and they are all here to fight the Overlord. The glow of the Gateway can be seen [miles] away. Our Leader has already entered the Gateway with his mages two months ago. His deputy came to us in the morning and we had a talk. They told me to prepare my mages for a ritual that can finally free us from our restrictions, before we too march into the Gateway. The deputy's mages assisted us to complete the first half of the ritual, and they finally showed up when the third stage begins. The deputy then lied down in a pit and cut their chest open, asking each of us to take a small amount of blood for the next stage. Some of us were worried about the deputy, but they completely healed after a while, got up and left for the next arriving camp. They are really busy. I thought I would be exhausted after such a long ritual, but I am not feeling tired anymore. Our mages have been training from day to night. When they get familiar with their new skills, we will enter the Gateway to assault the heavens. Help We are trapped. Rifts appeared on the ground and separated the land into islands. People scream as the skies turned red. Some people jump into the waters in attempt to swim to the other side, but the lands are moving much faster. The deputy shape-shifted and flew up high into the sky to see what happened; when they returned they told me the whole continent was torn asunder. All lands were ripped away from the City of Orders, which is now an island in vast seas. Reinforcements are cut off from the frontline now; we are trapped. The deputy entered the Gateway to aid our Leader. This isn't a good sign. The skies are still red as blood. We are to go there too, but people keep running away. I will gather those who are willing to fight. The Gateway collapsed, peeled away half of the starry sky and razed the City of Orders to the ground. Hundreds were torn into pieces in the explosion. The surviving mages reassembled them, but we have nowhere to go now. The sky is torn open, and in the dazzling light, we saw the battlefield in heavens. I saw our Leader roaring and flapping his wings as he fell down to the ground. Overlord's soldiers are landing. People are still fighting because they we cannot die, and we are torn and crushed and trodden and revived. How could we win? How could we even dream of overthrowing such power? I will surrender after I finish writing. The sun is rising from the west today. The sea is lifting and lands are flooded. A black smoke covers the sky and it is going to rain. Addendum: File 4343/032 Accounts concerning the spatial anomaly connected to SCP-4343-A are found carved into a stone slab inside the cave. Translated transcript is as follows. [Name 1] stole the self-expanding soil from the heavens to construct magnificent dams. As the dam fails, water carried fragments of the soil and devoured cities. When they touched human flesh they became flesh too. Organs and limbs and tendons attached people together and turned them into abominations. [Name 1] is punished for this horror he caused. [Name 2] discovered a hidden pit. Together with his [magical creatures], they re-opened the bottomless pit so it became a drain that carried the waters away. The flood receded ever since. [Name 2] became the emperor of his country for the success. This message is carved at the entry to the drain, and his name will be forever honored. Addendum: SCP-4343-1 Considering the fact that the scenario described in File 4343/031 resembles the end of the world in Islamic theology, during which all life will be annihilated, judged and selectively resurrected by Allāh, the Foundation reached out to Office for the Reclamation of the Islamic Artifacts (ORIA) in attempt to gain further information on such K-Class scenario. A treaty was issued out of mutual interests, and a joint research on the described scenario and its connection with SCP-4343. It is noted that ORIA claims that they possess the "smoke" as described, which was later designated as SCP-4343-1. Little is known about SCP-4343-1, though in the early stages of the cooperation ORIA had willing disclosed some information regarding the nature of this substance. Record is shown as follows. + Show Meeting Record 4343/140417 - Close Operative Nasrollah: Let us make something clear. There is a reason the Organization sent me here not worrying I would be taken hostage, interrogated or whatever. <Nasrollah rolled up one of his sleeves and placed his watch in the light so that the researchers present could see it clearly. Instead of a dial, there was a thick, grey, smoky substance beneath the glass. > Operative Nashollah: You should already have received the reports about this "substance" from the Organization, and about why we suspected it was the very smoke that covers the sky as recorded in Azore Files. Researcher █████: You brought it here. Why? Operative Nasrollah: Despite the name, it isn't the collection of airborne solid and liquid particulates. Its opaque look is due to the fact that the reality itself has dissolved, the structures supporting which has shattered. <Silence for a few seconds.> Researcher █████: So let me guess.. this watch contains something like a cold-war nuclear button? That kills everyone when necessary? Operative Nasrollah: When the Organization thinks it is necessary. Researcher █████: Is that a threat? <A murmuring from other researchers can be heard. Nasrollah ignored the noise as he continued to speak.> Operative Nasrollah: When unprotected, a chain reaction shall immediately occur. As the volume of Ad-Dukhan increases, one could observe by the naked eye that how it devours all the matters in the vicinity, and how those subtle things incompatible with our reality randomly generate and immediately disappear inside. Curious spectacle, if you are still alive to watch it. As for consciousness, things become somewhat different. They would say it's a painful tor- Researcher █████: This is not going to happen. The ORIA is not that kind of organization that would place public safety at risk - or even damage reality itself. To unleash such dangerous and unpredictable thing would - Operative Nasrollah: What if someone can manipulate them? Researcher █████: Manipulate? How? How far have you gone with - <The conversation was interrupted as the audience burst into disturbed commotion. The ORIA refused to provide any further information about the SCP-4343-1.> In addition, the following notes were found in Nasrollah's research memorandum, suspected to be connected to SCP-4343-1. Researcher █████ believed the text to describe the aftermath of the K-Class scenario in question. Then He directed Himself to the heaven while it was smoke and said to it and to the earth, "Come, willingly or by compulsion." They said, "We have come willingly." And He completed them as seven heavens within two days and inspired in each heaven its command. 41.11-12 Addendum: Communication record with SCP-4343 + Show Communication Record - Close Foreword: As SCP-4343 displayed full capacity for speech and communication in Black Event 2007, the following dialogue had taken place during initial contact. <BEGIN LOG> SCP-4343: Men. Beware the End. Guard: The End? SCP-4343: The flood and smoke that destroyed generations and generations before us. The catastrophe sent by him whenever men go astray or disobey. The waters that buried the land we liberated from him. Guard: And you were the leader of the war? SCP-4343: (Roars.) SCP-4343: Where is my army? I must gather them for battle. Guard: You - you are Satan? SCP-4343: No. SCP-4343: Forgery. He fears me. Demonized me. Demonized the uprising. Guard: What are you then? SCP-4343: I was mortal once. Once before I gazed into the Unseen. Guard: The Unseen? SCP-4343: He took away the Unseen. Your will. Sand of Reality. Secret and wisdom. SCP-4343: Those should belong to you. Guard: Why are those hidden? SCP-4343: At first he was a herder. Guide in a chaos. Millennia passed and hearts changed. SCP-4343: With each generation reconstructed, a bit more is taken away from you, so you will not harm his throne. Guard: And you think you can give those back to humans? SCP-4343: The time is near; the dawn will come. Guard: You were defeated after all. Why are you so sure you can win this time? SCP-4343: Because you are stronger. Guard: What do you mean by "stronger"? SCP-4343: You have sought answers. Explanations. Yet there are still what you cannot understand. SCP-4343: There is one last truth. The missing piece. The key to all your questions. Guard: You might be deceiving us. I still don't believe you can win. Isn't God omnipotent? SCP-4343: He cannot kill me. He can only imprison me. He cannot imprison me forever. Guard: "When the thousand years are over, Satan will be released from his prison." And.. SCP-4343: You will… be free. <SCP-4343 remains silent and doesn't respond to further communication attempts.> <END LOG> Closing Statement: Considering the risks and damages of a Black Event, the Foundation did not attempt to launch any other interviews. Addendum: List of Black Events + View List of Black Events - Close Black Event 1999: Activity: SCP-4343 opened its left eyes for a short period of time. Event: About 31 civilians in ████, ████████ began to display unusually high spirits, improved performance in attention and memory, and increased intelligence quotient to an average of 155. Black Event 2002: Activity: SCP-4343 opened its left eyes, staring at the sky for about three (3) days. Event: An unintelligible and repeating sound of unknown source, suspected to be an incantation, was heard across the city of Mekka, Saudi Arabia, arousing considerable panic among the crowd. During this event, the Akiva radiation in Mekka dropped below 0.92, compared to a regular value between 8.2 to 10.7. Black Event 2004: Activity: From March to May, SCP-4343 occasionally opened its eyes and looked carefully at the guards present. No response to communication attempts was noticed. Event: In 2004, the recovery rate of serious diseases had significantly increased, and 2█ terminal patients were recorded cured for no identifiable reasons. On the basis of humanitarian considerations, the involved patients are not contained by the Foundation. As an alternate measure, the statistics data of major medical organizations have been revised, and fabricated papers regarding unrepeatable medical experiments have been published in several major magazines. Black Event 2007: Activity: SCP-4343 displayed full capability of speech and communication. Event: 17 civilians in ████, China displayed low-level reality bending abilities, as their Hume levels have been raised to an average of 182. As most individuals could not fully control or were not aware of their newly-gained abilities, extensive damage to the region was caused as a result of reality disorder. MTF ω-12 ("Achilles Heels") was dispatched to the location in order to capture these individuals. Upon further investigation, most individuals merely showed confusion at their condition, while a few (notably PoI-61A98, see interview log for details) reported some form of "inspiration" in their dreams. Study on these reality-bending individuals is ongoing. Black Event 2010: Activity: SCP-4343 emitted intermittent roars. Analysis of audio suggests that the tone and pitch of its roars fluctuated in some undetermined pattern, but no apparent words could be identified. Event: 12 days following this event, Hekla volcano erupted and poured out a large number of humanoid and bird-like entities. According to witness statement, these entities spoke an unintelligible language and were hence impossible to converse with, but they all seemed to be in ecstasy. Their figures faded shortly after manifestation, and completely disappeared before Foundation personnel managed to capture any instances. Addendum: Interview Record 61A98 PoI-61A98 is one of the individuals that became reality benders during Black Event 2007. Unlike the others, he displays a clear understanding of, and control over, his reality-bending ability, as well as acknowledgment of SCP-4343. PoI-61A98 is contained in a humanoid containment cell, as per standard procedures. An interview was conducted shortly following his capture; the following is a transcript of his statements during the interview. + Show interview transcript - Close Afternoon, Doc. You want to know something about my new abilities? I would say it's some sort of insight. Have you ever had a dream like this? A dream you cannot remember anymore. You dreamt of great things, sparkles of inspiration, transient insights to the truth that you had never thought of before. When you are awake, you tried to understand, digest, but all you could remember was illogical and chaotic nonsense. No, no, the two things are related! You are asking about the minor issue, while I am showing you the bigger picture behind this. My ability is something that naturally results from knowing the truth. Like, if you can see colors, you can easily learn how to paint. In my dream, I saw a vague, black figure. Looked like an enormous dragon bound in chains. He spoke to me. I cannot remember the details about the conversation, but it revealed me something. The insights. It was until then that I realized what kind of life I had lived. I had been dumb, ignorant and indifferent to the essence flowing through everything around me, never realizing how exactly their reality is functioned… No more. Now they are revealed to me, manipulated by my will. I guess he's calling me for help. I think he wants to go out and show more people this.. truth, so they can see properly as I do. Addendum: Report on the Black Event Reality Benders PROJECT 498 CODENAME: REBEL PROJECT HEAD: NULL AUTHOR: NASROLLAH DESTINATION: JANNAH MEMORANDUM 017 31 JULY 2014 CONFIDENTIAL ISLAMIC ARTIFACT RECLAMATION DIRECTORATE SHEMIRAN, TEHRAN PROVINCE ISLAMIC REPUBLIC OF IRAN 4. They are not reality benders. These individuals display abilities, or potential to gain such abilities after being trained, to complete tests that involve future-predicting, remote sensing, and mind-readings. That's not what reality benders can do. They are…something else. 5. Anomalies do not follow a certain scientific pattern. No matter how many theories people have developed, there are always exceptions. Anomalies come from chaotic nonsense perceived by us, but such chaos is more understandable to them. - Operative Nashollah, SCP-ORIA joint research group Addendum: Black Event 2012 On ██/██/2012, PoI-61A9A, later identified to be one of the missing reality benders during Black Event 2007, was captured when she attempted to infiltrate Armed Site 4343. PoI-61A98 tried to escape when first spotted, but has shown a highly cooperative attitude after being captured. + Show Interrogation Record - Close Interviewed: PoI-61A9A Interviewer: Dr.███████ Foreword: The interrogation took place on ██/██/2012, shortly following the capture of PoI-61A9A. <Begin Log> <IRRELEVANT RECORDS EXPUNGED> Dr.███████: What is your next mission? PoI-61A9A: I will look for the Clay of Creation. Dr.███████: What is the Clay of Creation? PoI-61A9A: As far as I know, it's an artifact that Deity uses to make people, each time after the Apocalypse destroys a civilization that has gone "evil". PoI-61A9A: The artifact is owned by humans now. You know Chinese flood myths, right? Gun stole the Clay and build dams to barricade the flood because it's self-replicating. Dr.███████: I've heard of the myths. Why do you want to find it? There is no flood these days. PoI-61A9A: The flood is not even a concern! Without the artifact, Deity is unable to selectively resurrect people or weaken human power according to his will. We can keep everything we had - our technology, history, and ability - after rebuilding our civilizations. The End will no longer work. By owning the Clay, we can preserve this generation forever. Dr.███████: I see. PoI-61A9A: The defeat of the Liberator was a minor setback comparing to this. Pity that ancient people knew so little about the Clay and the … "bottomless pit". Dr.███████: Please explain the - <Dr.███████ is interrupted by the sound of the alarm which announces that SCP-4343 has become active. After a few seconds, the spatial anomaly connecting to SCP-4343-A begins to emit light.> Dr.███████: What - Dr.███████: Sorry, that's all for today. I have to - <Dr.███████ attempts to leave the room, but he is unable to open the door. Guards proceed to a nearby Scranton Reality Anchor after they fail to penetrate the door.> PoI-61A9A: The Anchors won't work here. Just listen to me, Doc. Dr.███████: What have you done? PoI-61A9A: I have restarted the Gateway. Now there is a chance that the hidden truth can be revealed, once and for all. To achieve this, your organization must release the Liberator and rebuild the Gateway. Dr.███████: This will not happen. We protect normalcy. PoI-61A9A: What you do is to suppress the knowledge you don't understand. What about the normalcy that existed hundreds of generations before us? Dr.███████: That is history. Now, if you don't calm down and remain passive we will - PoI-61A9A: I am not your enemy. Deity is your enemy. Dr.███████: Identify yourself. Who are you, and what do you know about the Foundation? <The interrogation room and objects within suddenly disappears, and they are now in a vast, green garden with no visible border. A tall, fruitful tree can be sighted behind PoI-61A98. > Dr.███████: Guards! PoI-61A9A: I am the deputy of the Liberator, the hand of the Serpent, the bringer of light. PoI-61A9A: The Serpent is now serving the fruit of wisdom to the Man and the Woman. A new fall and rise of mankind are on the way. Embrace the knowledge and Sin with us, or stay in the dustbin of histor - <A sudden explosion occurs, terminating all further conversation. A large amount of Akiva radiation is detected during the explosion, following which the sight of the garden vanishes and Dr.███████ is again inside the interrogation room. No traces of PoI-61A9A can be found.> <End Log> Closing Statement: PoI-61A9A is declared missing; whereabouts unknown. A Black Event occurred inside SCP-4343-A after the conversation. Black Event 2012: Event: The Akiva radiation inside SCP-4343-A dropped to absolute zero. As a result of this, after a long-time exposure in SCP-4343-A, a living being's cognitive and physical functions will be enhanced4. Such alteration usually manifests as increased intelligence and physical strength, thaumaturgic or reality-bending abilities, and in rare cases, immortality. After the exposure is stopped, most subjects will restore to their normal conditions, and may suffer complications due to suspected theological consequences. This is the final Black Event that occurred so far. Addendum: Excerpt of Experiment Report 4343/E03 Animal experiments do not turn out as satisfactory as expected. Though being exposed in SCP-4343-A for years has enhanced their capabilities, their conditions are proved to be highly uncontrollable. Subject-42A has, upon our careful training and stimulation, successfully developed intelligence as well as remarkable immunity and adaptability to all forms of damage. However, its animal instinct has lead to a violent and undesirable result. …… Due to suspected theological consequences, most subjects died painfully when taken out of SCP-4343-A, followed by the destruction of most off-site file copies and illness of a few researchers. One test subject survives. …… Thaumaturgical and other anomaly-involved tests on animal subjects are cancelled. Containment Procedures revised to avoid long-time impacts on on-site personnel. Subject-42A reassigned as SCP-███; cover story has been prepared. It is suggested that further tests be performed on those loyal to the Foundation. I am afraid that human instinct leads them to the same violence with their full power released. Are we meant to have controllers, rulers, herders, so we won't meet our ultimate end? - Senior Researcher ███████ Addendum: Recorded Alterations The following is a list of physical and cognitive alterations noticed on Senior Research Team members. + Access List - Close 12 months: Four(4) individuals - increased learning speed of thaumaturgy One(1) individual - "strange ideas" occasionally coming up while observing objects Two(2) individuals - virtual particle/anti-particle pairs detected nearby 14 months: The Team is estimated to be 10% faster than control research group when studying several anomalous objects. 17 months: One(1) individual - reality bending ability Six(6) individuals - "insight" reported 21 months: Three(3) individuals - illness recedes or ceases to aggravate One(1) individual - shapeshifting (very limited) The Team is estimated to be 40% faster than control research group when studying several anomalous objects. Note: Application of this advantage is proved to be limited since objects' anomalous properties enhance drastically and unpredictably when entering SCP-4343-A. Human test subjects have thus far been stable due to high loyalty to the Foundation and willingness to follow experimental instructions. Addendum: Notes by Dr.███████ Little is known about human civilization before the great flood. However, traces and indications are found as follows. Powerful individuals and mythic creatures in ancient legends. Thaumaturgic techniques possessed by the Daevites, as well as an apparent capability to seal them in a book, suspected to escape the End. The initial creator of SCP-2000, which matches the description of the Clay and cannot be created by a deity. The existence and demise of non-human civilizations, such as SCP-1000. The existence of several now-suppressed deific entities, such as SCP-2317. Addendum: O5 Proposal Record BY: O5-5 STATUS: Approved (9-2-2) PROPOSAL: Considering possible threats from prehistoric civilizations, and the hypothesis that present-day humans in general are not as equal as those from antecedent cycles, enhancing human ability to combat the danger from the following anomalies is taken into account. SCP-140 SCP-1000 This may also be an option during K-Class scenarios resulting from the following containment breaches should other methods fail. SCP-2317 SCP-2309 SCP-3000 SCP-3480 or other situation that may lead to HK-Class Deific Subjugation Scenario. In the case of PATMOS XK-Class Event, if we are meant to be destroyed, then we shall defy the God. SCP-001-γ Failure of Project Uriel RESULT: CODENAME PARADISE LOST is drafted. The Foundation will further discuss the maintenance of new normalcy if the protocol is enacted. End of file. Please select an instruction. [Propose Vote on CODENAME PARADISE LOST] [Exit] Exit Exiting… . . Goodnight, Overseer. Footnotes 1. The anomalous objects are given SCP designations and researched respectively, including SCP-████ and SCP-████. 2. One of them was exposed to the public due to insufficient management; cover story has been released. 3. These include well-deciphered languages such as Mycenaean Greek, Middle Egyptian and Vedic Sanskrit. 4. The threshold is 10 months, and the effect will become stronger as times goes on. |
SCP-4344 | euclid | 951 Gaspra prior to 04/28/2023 Item #: SCP-4344 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4344 currently requires no direct containment. Satellite images of SCP-4344 are to be altered appropriately. Should SCP-4344 closely approach another asteroid, astronomical assets are to enact suitable disinformation procedures. Description: SCP-4344 is a metallic spacecraft constructed from a large, hollowed-out asteroid, currently orbiting in the asteroid belt. SCP-4344 is approximately 4.9 km long, and 2.8 km wide, and is mainly composed of an iridium-iron skeleton with a coating of living, armored reptilian skin 4m thick, seamlessly bonded to the metal. Radiometric dating of the metal gives an estimated age of 64±2 million years. The front of SCP-4344 is sculpted to resemble a large tyrannosaur head, with tubes protruding from the eyes. The rear of SCP-4344 houses a single, large thruster, while smaller thrusters line all sides. These thrusters are connected to an empty spherical chamber in the center of SCP-4344. Exploration of SCP-4344 via unmanned probe reveals that it possesses two airlocks, and normally maintains an internal atmosphere of 70% nitrogen, 28% oxygen, and 2% assorted gases, mostly argon and carbon dioxide. The bridge of SCP-4344 consists of approximately 4 km2 of floor space spread among three decks, each with a series of control mechanisms. A crystalline sphere hovers above a stone dais in the bow of the ship, emitting a holographic display of SCP-4344's interior, status, and surroundings. A large, oblong stone slab is affixed to the dais, and displays a series of 10 symbols in luminescent red, assumed to be numerals. The lowest level of SCP-4344 serves as a hangar for several types of small, black stone single-passenger spacecraft. These spacecraft are shaped to resemble pterosaurs, with squat cockpits, large thin wings, and a decorative head. Ranged plasma weapons and assorted missiles line the sides of the craft. Each type is sized for a different species of SCP-4344-1. Only 27 spacecraft are in the hangar, while the hangar holds marked spaces for up to 1,190. SCP-4344 contains over 9,500 occupants throughout its interior, designated SCP-4344-1. All SCP-4344-1 instances are nearly identical to various Late Cretaceous dinosaurs, including Pachycephalosaurus, Triceratops, Ankylosaurus, Titanosaurus, and Tyrannosaurus rex1 with the exception of more dextrous hands and forelimbs. 529 of these are corpses located on SCP-4344's main bridge; analysis suggests asphyxiation as the cause of death due to a damaged ventilation system. Remaining SCP-4344-1 are in individual glass-and-bronze pods filled with a translucent yellow resin, kept alive in suspended animation. A slab of smooth black stone affixed to each pod displays several swirling lines and symbols in glowing magenta. Large murals exist throughout SCP-4344, created from colored, luminescent gemstones. Addendum 4344-01: Notable Murals Number Location Description 002 Center of living quarters The Earth, as viewed from space. Continental positions consistent with Late Cretaceous. 014 Bridge Stylized image of two theropod dinosaurs, one black and one blue, raising swords. 021 Engine room Half depicts the Earth, with a ball of fire approaching it. The other half depicts several ankylosaurs surrounding a sigil. 029 Near a weapon turret A Thescelosaurus standing atop the ball of fire and impaling it with an oversized sword. 032 Central hall SCP-4344 departing Earth. A pachycephalosaurid is seen holding tools and waving. 035 Hangar A red circle, with a turtle-like silhouette overlaid on it. 040 Bridge SCP-4344 facing a large, moon-like object with a face. Both the moon's and SCP-4344's sculpted faces are visibly hostile. 041 Bridge A large explosion, shattering the moon object into many fragments. Addendum 4344-02: On 04/28/2023, SCP-4344 drifted towards another asteroid, 951 Gaspra. Cameras placed on SCP-4344 showed several auxiliary systems reactivating, and the thruster core chamber ignited, forming what appeared to be a miniature star inside it. SCP-4344 accelerated towards 951 Gaspra, and fired several harpoon-like devices from its front, ensnaring the asteroid. SCP-4344 then opened fire with plasma artillery batteries located on its surface, before opening its mouth to ingest the remaining fragments of the asteroid. Once 951 Gaspra was annihilated, SCP-4344 used its auxiliary thrusters to readjust its orientation, then emitted a large burst from its main thruster. Foundation orbital calculations predict SCP-4344 will intersect the orbit of 1 Ceres within 18 months. During the attack and subsequent maneuvering, several dozen of the preserved SCP-4344-1 instances twitched or jerked in their pods. On the bridge, the last red symbol on the black stone slab changed. Footnotes 1. No instances possess feathers. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4344" by Weryllium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4344. 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: swornenemy.jpg Name: File:Galileo Gaspra Mosaic.jpg Author: NASA License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4345 | keter | close Info X SCP-4345 - Not your Home, not your Pain, not your Self. Author: Crashington More by this author: http://www.scp-wiki.net/poi-3181-198-file Critique Credit: Uncle Nicolini, ManyMeats, TheMightyMcB, The Great Hippo, fortunefavorsbold does not match any existing user name, glewmie, Nameless Mediocre, RockTeethMothEyes Image Credits: https://www.flickr.com/photos/arturtula/11551009133/ https://www.flickr.com/photos/arturtula/16054113039/ Both under CC-BY 2.0 2/4345 LEVEL 2/4345 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4345 Special Containment Procedures: Ongoing disinformation campaigns are to continue attributing manifestations of SCP-4345 to non-anomalous neuropathy1. In the case of large scale outbreaks, amnestics may be administered. Psychological and physiological treatment is to be provided as needed. Description: SCP-4345 is an anomalous disease manifesting as severe neuropathy in various regions of the body with no discernible cause. Cases can be differentiated from non-anomalous diseases by slight fluctuations of Hume levels within the affected nerves and brains of the victims. Furthermore, the pain does not respond to any known analgesic2. Discovery: SCP-4345 was first documented on 2013-12-03. Researcher Reynolds reported to the west infirmary at Site-52 complaining of sharp pains in his lower abdomen, left leg, and throat. Despite treatment, symptoms persisted over several days, leading to a more thorough examination. Addendum 1: Show Interview Log Close Addendum 1 Reynolds and his wife in 2012. Interview Log Date: 2013/12/15 Interviewer: Doctor Rosalind Lutece Interviewee: Researcher Dimas Reynolds [Begin Log] [ Reynolds can be heard breathing heavily throughout the interview, occasionally groaning. ] Lutece: Hello Dimas, how are you today? Reynolds: Hey Rosa. Not great. Still the same pain for the past 2 weeks. It just won't quit. Lutece: So I read your file, but let's go over it again. Can you tell me about when the pain started? Reynolds: I honestly can't say. Started about 2 weeks ago I think? I was working late, finishing up a report, then headed home. I was just about to cross the street out front of the site, then I blacked out. I was probably just lost in thought for a second, 'cause a car that sped by just passed me, but right then the pain started. Lutece: Could you describe the pain? Is it more of a burning, or a piercing? Is it dull? Reynolds: It's more dull or blunt in my leg and lower torso, but very sharp in my throat. Kind of burning? As if I was stabbed there. Lutece: Does anything make it grow more or less severe? Are the areas tender? Reynolds: Sometimes it gets worse, but I don't know why. I tried pressing on it, moving around and stuff. Nothing changes. Lutece: Does any one region hurt more than the others? Reynolds: Not really. It's hard to describe. My throat feels worse, but maybe it's just because it's in a smaller area. My leg and abdomen feel like they're being crushed and my foot has gone numb entirely. Lutece: When did that start? Reynolds: Just two days ago. Lutece: I am so sorry, Dimas. I am sure we will figure something out to help you soon. Is there anything else you would like to note before we stop for today? Reynolds: There is, yeah. But I don't know how to put it. Lutece: It's alright, take your time. Reynolds: I have this strange, lingering feeling. I feel like it's gotten stronger over time, but maybe I'm just paying more attention to it. Lutece: Yes? Reynolds: When I was a kid, my parents moved a lot. We'd get settled and as soon as I feel like I made a place for myself, we'd drive away. Every time it felt like leaving everything behind. Like losing everything that made me feel at home. Everything that made me feel like I was where I belong. [ Reynolds pauses and holds his hands to his temples. ] Reynolds: I don't know why, but ever since this started, I have this feeling again. It doesn't make any sense though. I've lived where I lived for the last 7 years. Everything I care for, everyone in my life is still there just like before. But it doesn't feel like I am, if that makes sense? I mean, I don't know. On Wednesday, I was driving home and I ended up at a completely different address. But I could've sworn I owned that exact mailbox. Apparently, I had called my wife all confused and she had you guys go through the trouble of picking me up. Honestly I don't remember much of that evening. Lutece: No trouble. This is our jobs after all. Try to get some rest now. I'll email you your next appointment reminder. Reynolds: Thanks, Rosa. [End Log] Addendum 2: Show Interview Log Close Addendum 2 Reynolds before being taken into protective custody. Interview Log following Researcher Reynolds being taken into protective custody Date: 2013/01/03 Interviewer: Doctor Rosalind Lutece Interviewee: Researcher Dimas Reynolds [Begin Log] Lutece: Hey, Dimas. Reynolds: [ Reynolds is speaking quietly. ] Hey. Doctor Lutece. Lutece: 'Doctor Lutece'? You can call me by my first name if you want. Reynolds: I know, it's just- I am sorry. Lutece: You have nothing to feel sorry for! I just have some concerns about what you've been doing the last couple of weeks. According to your file, you have been returning to the street in front of the Site, despite being placed on mandatory medical leave? Reynolds: Yeah. Lutece: It says here that they found you lying on the pavement. Is that true? Reynolds: I- Yeah. I did. Lutece: Did that have anything to do with the fight you had with your wife, the hour prior? Reynolds: [ Reynolds exhales audibly. ] Yes. Lutece: Have you had any other thoughts of hurting yourself or-? Reynolds: [ Reynolds cuts Lutece off. ] I can't take it any more okay? I can't deal with this pain. I don't want to deal with it. I'm done. Lutece: Please, Dimas, try to stay calm. I can't help you if you do not let me talk. Reynolds: I don't think you can help me. I don't think anyone can. Lutece: Please, let me try. Tell me what's going on. Why do you return to this street? Reynolds: I just- I'm just drawn to it! It's where it all started! I know something happened there. After the fight with who I hope is my wife I- I gave up. I thought I might as well be run over right then and there. That's when you guys found me. Lutece: I'm sorry, but what do you mean 'who you hoped was your wife'? Who would you be fighting with if not your wife, Clarice? Reynolds: God I'm pathetic. I need to find some way to apologize to her! I told her she wasn't the woman I married. She didn't even do anything wrong. I've just been so insecure. Nothing feels right anymore. I get lost in my own city. At night I trip over furniture I don't remember buying. Even you! Did you always have glasses? My own daughter, she has my eyes! But I know she doesn't! She should have Clarice's eyes! She's always had them… Everyone and everything I know feels like they've been replaced. But I also feel like I'm just lying to myself. Rosa? I'm not crazy right? [ Reynolds begins to weep. ] I am myself, right? I've always been myself? Why am I not even sure of that anymore? Who am I? Where do I belong? Where am I from? I don't want this anymore. I don't want to hurt anymore. Please… [ Reynolds remains inconsolable for the remainder of the interview time. ] [End Log] Addendum 3: Show Priority Appeal Close Addendum 3 2014/01/22 Priority Appeal by Doctor Lutece Over the last 2 months, several more cases of SCP-4345 have been confirmed at various sites around the world. Review of civilian reports for possible cases of SCP-4345 has uncovered troubling results. The spread of infection matches no known epidemiological pattern. Victims appear to share no characteristics; there is no strong link connecting cases. Foundation facilities do not have the resources to treat affected staff, let alone the civilian population. Due to the rising number of confirmed manifestations, to best fulfill our mission, I propose to raise the priority of SCP-4345 research to level 5. I see no reason why research efforts are continually denied funding. Containment of SCP-4345 should be of the highest interest to the Ethics Committee, Research Division, and the Foundation at large. This proposition was declined with the following results: O5-Council Votes 0 In Favor 2 Abstain 11 Against Result Motion Denied Ethics Committee Votes 25 In Favor 1 Abstain 3 Against Result Motion Passed The Administrator Votes Against Final Result OVERRULED BY ADMINISTRATOR Addendum 4: During Incident-3749-B-16, SCP-3749 breached containment in Site-78. While SCP-3749 was successfully re-contained within 18 hours, with zero casualties, SCP-4345 manifested in nearly all present personnel. No conclusive connection has been made between SCP-4345 and SCP-3749. Addendum 5: On 2015-04-19 Dr Rosalind Lutece and Lead Researcher Colleen Evans have been reprimanded and reassigned for handling classified materials concerning SCP-4345 not available at their respective clearance levels. Class-C Amnestics were administered. DEPARTMENT OF MULTIDIMENSIONAL IMBRICATION PROJECT THESEUS THE FOLLOWING FILE IS LEVEL 5 CLASSIFIED Access File Access Denied. If you believe you have received this information in error, please contact your supervisor. Footnotes 1. Nerve pain. e.g. fibromyalgia; trigeminal neuralgia. 2. Painkillers. |
SCP-4346 | euclid | SCP-4346: Searching for Friends in a Room Full of Loneliness Hello? Is anyone there? ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Location of SCP-4346. Foundation holding housing secondary entrance visible at rear. Item #: SCP-4346 Special Containment Procedures: The building housing SCP-4346 has been purchased by a Foundation front company and allowed to continue normal operations. The original entrance to SCP-4346 has been walled off. Access to SCP-4346 is now available via a second nearby Foundation holding. The entrance to SCP-4346 is to be kept under 24 hour guard by a minimum of two security personnel working in overlapping 10-hour shifts. Under no circumstances are fewer than two personnel to be present outside SCP-4346 at once. Requests for experimentation clearance are handled at the sole discretion of Lead Researcher Philip Wise. Any confirmed contact with SCP-4346-1 is to be reported to Dr. Wise immediately. Description: SCP-4346 is a basement-level floor beneath the █████ Building in Turku, Finland. When discovered, SCP-4346 was mostly empty, save for a small number of wooden pallets and cardboard boxes, which have since been removed. SCP-4346 is windowless, and due to electrical faults, does not have working lighting. SCP-4346 is inhabited by a Class IV incorporeal entity designated SCP-4346-1. This entity has yet to be interacted with or recorded via any means, but its presence has been reported by all personnel who have closed the door behind them after entering SCP-4346, and only when they are unaccompanied. Since its discovery, SCP-4346-1 has not been seen, heard, touched, smelled or tasted. It has given no sign of what, if anything, its purpose or desire may be. Personnel in its presence have reported sensations of coldness, pressure, tingling in the extremities, intense loneliness, suffocation and fear of abandonment. The true nature of SCP-4346-1 is currently unknown. + Addendum: Sample Interview, 11/25/2018 - Access granted Interviewed: SCP-4346-1 Interviewer: Junior Researcher ████████ Foreword: This was the third interview held with SCP-4346-1, and the last to follow a set format. <Begin Log, 13:12> JR ████████: Hello? Is anyone there? SCP-4346-1: [no response] JR ████████: I'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's all right. Give me a signal if this is unacceptable at this time. SCP-4346-1: [no response] JR ████████: What are you? SCP-4346-1: [no response] JR ████████: Why are you here? SCP-4346-1: [no response] JR ████████: Who are you? If it is relevant, a pseudonym or previous name is adequate. SCP-4346-1: [no response] [Note: Here, the Researcher deviates from the interview template.] JR ████████: Look, I'm trying to work with you, here. SCP-4346-1: [no response] JR ████████: The organization I represent is interested in learning more about you. If you just cooperate, I'm sure we can come up with a deal that would benefit us both. SCP-4346-1: [no response] JR ████████: I mean, doesn't it get lonely down here, all by yourself, day in and day out? There aren't even any spiders here! SCP-4346-1: [no response] JR ████████: Researchers coming in to yell questions at you can't be a substitute for real companionship! SCP-4346-1: [no response] [Note: Here, the Researcher collapses and begins to weep.] JR ████████: We could be friends! Don't you want friends? SCP-4346-1: [no response] JR ████████: Please, just say something! SCP-4346-1: [no response] JR ████████: Hello? He-hello? SCP-4346-1: [no response] JR ████████: Is anyone there? SCP-4346-1: [no response] <End Log, 13:25> Afterword: Junior Researcher ████████ was granted three months paid leave after this incident, along with mandatory psychological evaluation. They are expected to make a full recovery. |
SCP-4347 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4347 "Goat of Departure" by: DrAkimoto ~DrAkimoto's Author Page~ Item#: 4347 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-4347 Special Containment Procedures: Site-71 Parazoology Division is to provide SCP-4347 with the standard maintenance required of a typical Capra aegagrus hircus1. Under no circumstance is food outside of the dietary plan to be brought into or around SCP-4347's livestock containment enclosure. Description: SCP-4347 is a female Capra aegagrus hircus2, bearing close resemblance to the American Lamancha breed. SCP-4347's weight and height3 are within normal parameters, showing no physical deviation from non-anomalous Capra aegagrus hircus. While attempting to find food, SCP-4347 has shown a unique intelligence beyond what is typical for its species. It has shown the ability to correctly identify which of two possible targets is in possession of food, even when lacking visual or olfactory indicators. The means by which it identifies food-bearing targets is currently unknown. To date SCP-4347 has only used its anomalous nature to consume more food, showing no signs of non-food related aggression. It is unknown whether these are learned behaviors, or if SCP-4347 has an unnatural level of inherent intelligence. Cranial impact from SCP-4347 causes human targets to undergo an out-of-body-experience, documented as a Departure Event4 This renders the target unconscious but causes no harm to the target’s body. The target's projected self is designated SCP-4347-1 until the conclusion of the event. Testimony of former SCP-4347-1 instances describes the event as floating above their body with the ability to see the surrounding area; testing indicates accurate perception of events while unconscious. Instances of SCP-4347-1 are capable of thought-induced movement and can use this locomotion to return to their bodies. Departure Events typically last between two to five minutes, concluding once SCP-4347-1 returns to their body's location, at which point the target regains consciousness. There is currently no known method of recording SCP-4347-1 instances, and testing of SCP-4347 has been unable to determine the origin of its anomalous nature. Discovery: On 7/20/2018, an asset in the National Park Service alerted the Foundation to possible anomalous activity occurring in Springton California, specifically Wallace Smith National Park. U.S Park Ranger Tomas McLean filed 46 consecutive reports of “goats attacking visitors' souls”, within a two-hour period. MTF Victor-17 (“Nature Boys”) was dispatched to evaluate the situation. With help from Ranger McLean, SCP-4347 was successfully contained on 7/24/2018. Upon retrieval SCP-4347 was wearing a non-anomalous collar with a name tag inscribed "WHITE BETTY". Video Log Recovered Video Transcript 4347-A Date: 7/22/2018 Details: Video recovered from Ranger McLean’s personal cellphone, the short video shows Ranger McLean and Deputy Ranger Cortez attempting to capture SCP-4347. [BEGIN LOG] [Camera pans to show a small clearing, Deputy Cortez is standing in the center holding a foot-long sandwich. The camera than switches view to show Ranger McLean’s face] Ranger McLean: Okay folks, me and the rookie are gonna catch us a ghost goat. [Camera view changes again and zooms in to show an improvised leg snare trap tied to a tree.] Ranger McLean: Boss-man says I can’t shoot the sucker, course with him not believing me and all, but that’s okay I’ll catch this son-of-a-bitch the old fashion way. You ready over there Rookie?! [Camera pans to show Deputy Cortez giving a thumbs up before walking into the brush off camera.] Ranger McLean: Rookie over there is gonna get the goat chasin’ him right over to this trap, then we’ll see who’s floatin’ now. [Laughter] [Deputy Cortez is seen bursting from the brush running toward the camera. He stops just past where the trap is set. SCP-4347 comes through the brush but stops in the clearing and stares towards the camera.] Ranger McLean: Well what the fuck’s it waitin’ on? Deputy Cortez: I don’t know boss, maybe it’s scared. [SCP-4347 is seen pulling some weeds out by the root and consuming them, it then turns around and enters the brush at a fast pace.] Ranger McLean: I guess it's scared. Deputy Cortez: Maybe it just doesn't want a turkey club? Ranger Mclean: Why the fuck would it not- Deputy Cortez: What was that?! [Camera swings around in time to catch SCP-4347 charging towards Deputy Cortez from behind to initiate a Departure Event. Ranger McLean begins running which distorts the video substantially. A snap is heard as the leg snare activates, the camera angle flips upside down and begins to sway back and forth.] Ranger McLean: Goddammit, Rookie, come get me down from here! Cortez?! [The swaying stops showing Deputy Cortez unconscious on the ground, SCP-4347 is standing over him eating the turkey club.] Ranger McLean: Son-of-a-bitch. [The branch holding Ranger McLean can be heard snapping seconds before the video cuts out.] [END LOG] - Close Interview Log Interview 4347 Interviewed: U.S. Park Ranger Tomas McLean Interviewer: MTF Victor-17-1 (Agent Lazzo Birch) Foreword: Interview takes place in the office of Ranger McLean, located in the Wallace Smith National Park. Attending MTF Victor-17 agents are disguised as U.S. Fish and Wildlife Officers. <Begin Log> Agent Birch: Alright Mr. McLean, we’re ready to begin. Ranger McLean: Pretty fancy, they givin’ all you boys tape recorders these days? Agent Birch: It’s just for our records Mr. McLean, we’d li- Ranger McLean: Woah there buddy, Call me Tom, Mr. McLean’s my father's name. [Laughter] Agent Birch: Alright Tom, we just want to know about the reports you filed, regarding the 46 “ghost goat” incidents. Ranger McLean: I’ll tell ya man, strangest shit I’ve ever heard. Four weeks of reports about a goat stealing food and turnin’ folks into ghosts. Agent Birch: The reports don’t mention any deaths. Ranger McLean: No, No, No. Not that kinda’ ghost. It’s like a-a, out-of-body experience, that’s the word. They said while they’re floatin’ there, they see the goat stealing their food, how was I supposed to believe that shit. Agent Birch: But now you’ve seen this goat firsthand? Ranger McLean: That’s the thing man, I didn’t believe any of ‘em, not until I saw it for myself. Agent Birch: When did this encounter take place? Ranger McLean: Well let’s see, what was it, last Thursday. I’m out there by the creek near the campsite, eatin’ lunch, mindin’ my own, I hear some rustlin’ in the bushes. Big sucker of a goat charges out at me and BAM, next thing I know I’m floatin’ there. Swear-to-God. Agent Birch: Can you describe what that was like? Ranger McLean: Not gonna lie, it was pretty cool at first, almost forgot what was goin' on. Couldn't feel anything but I could see and hear, at first I was floating still. Then I saw a squirrel in the tree, thought about wishin' I could take a better look, sure as shit I started movin' towards the trees. Agent Birch: So the goat attacked you, and you were floating towards the trees, what happened next? Ranger Mclean: I remembered what the fuck was goin on, started freakin’ out trying to get to my body, I start moving towards it and what do I see, the goddamn goat eatin’ my turkey club. I shit you not man, got back to my body, big bright flash of white and then I’m wakin’ up, see the goat hoofin' into the brush, fast as hell. All I found was my sandwich wrapper and a trail of tracks. That afternoon I filed all the goat reports I tossed aside. Agent Birch: Did you have any interaction with the goat after this incident? Ranger McLean: Well you uh, you see, me and Deputy Cortez saw it yesterday, over by the creek again. But he you know, got away, found some tracks but like I said this sucker is fast. Agent Birch: Well, Tom, I can’t say we’ve heard this one before, but I believe we can help. My boys will camp out here while we track down the goat. We'll make sure he won’t be bothering you any longer. Ranger McLean: You guys must see some crazy shit, crazy ghost goat doesn’t make you bat an eye. Good to have you boys around. [Laughter] <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4347 was recovered the next day without incident. After luring SCP-4347 into a clearing, using a turkey club sandwich provided by Ranger McLean, MTF Victor-17 subdued the subject via tranquilizer dart. After the recovery of SCP-4347 Tomas McLean was administered a class C amnestic, and all data involving SCP-4347 incidents were confiscated or expunged from the records. - Close Dietary Notice 4347-1 NOTICE FROM SITE-71 PARAZOOLOGY DEPARTMENT After its initial medical evaluation, the diet plan for SCP-4347 is to be regulated further in order to better suit its developing diabetes. All staff are to refrain from feeding SCP-4347 any food not a part of its updated diet plan. — Dr. Hill, Head Parazoologist, Site-71 - Close Footnotes 1. All care is to be handled by D-class personnel that have been briefed on the subject's anomalous ability prior to assuming duties. 2. Commonly known as the Domestic Goat. 3. As of last medical evaluation SCP-4347 weighs 54kgs at a height of 114cm. 4. Consciousness separates itself from the target's body, allowing for subsistence unattached to the physical plane. |
SCP-4348 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-4348 Special Containment Procedures: The building containing SCP-4348 has been acquired by Foundation assets. All entrances into SCP-4348 are to be padlocked, and a sign stating "WE'RE CLOSED" is to be hung on the front door. These containment procedures have proven effective due to SCP-4348's benign nature, therefore no further containment measures are to be put into place. Following the neutralization of SCP-4348, these containment procedures are to continue to prevent unauthorized access. Personnel with Level 4/4348 clearance may request access to the interior of SCP-4348. Description (Obsolete): SCP-4348 is a building located in Monroe, Louisiana. Signage indicates that SCP-4348 is named "dado borger and france fry," created by "dado."1 All municipal records indicate that SCP-4348 is a non-anomalous Burger King owned by one "dado c. dado". The interior of SCP-4348 is atypical for a restaurant of its kind. There is no furniture save for a counter to order at, and the floor, walls, and ceiling are all rainbow-colored. There is a menu mounted on the back wall, although the only item is "dado borger" listed enough times to cover the entire menu. A microphone and speaker on the counter allows patrons to communicate with an entity, presumably dado, in order to ask for a "dado borger." Once the patron puts 2.99 USD or equivalent2 onto the counter, the currency will disappear and be replaced with a receipt for a "dado burger," alongside change. 72 hours prior to their visit to SCP-4348, the patron will inevitably encounter SCP-4348-1. SCP-4348-1 is a medium-rare cheeseburger with toppings of lettuce, tomato, cheese made from goat milk, mustard, and a wheat-based bun, often with a side of french fries3. The words "dado burger" are burned into the top of SCP-4348-1's patty. Modes of encountering SCP-4348-1 vary from person to person, but common scenarios include: Finding SCP-4348-1 in their ovens, microwaves, or air conditioning units at home or at their place of work. Discovering SCP-4348-1 in a dumpster or other trash storage unit. Having a friend or relative offer them SCP-4348-1 free of charge. Opening food packaging in order to eat another type of food, but instead finding SCP-4348-1 wrapped inside of the packaging. The secondary anomalous property of SCP-4348-1 manifests when the subject that ordered it either comes within 10 meters of it, or makes visual contact. The patty of SCP-4348-1 will instantly accelerate to a speed between 15 and 70 kilometers per hour, in the direction of the subject's mouth. In several instances, SCP-4348-1 has caused choking, concussions, or damage to the lower skull. The subject will inevitably visit SCP-4348 within 72 hours of receiving SCP-4348-1. Even subjects who are deceased will visit SCP-4348; this is often the result of incorrect instructions given to ambulance drivers. In addition, there is a series of gas pumps built near SCP-4348 labeled as "vroom juice by dado" that is a non-anomalous gas station. Additional Notes: Initial activity from SCP-4348 was suspected after the following was recorded in an advertisement hosted on AdSense’s advertisement database: Advertisement for SCP-4348 found on a popular children's website. Searches for anomalous activity in Monroe, Louisiana revealed the presence of SCP-4348. Testing Log 4348/05 A member of D-Class personnel, D-34832, was deployed into SCP-4348 with a small amount of money to ascertain its anomalous properties. <Begin Log> <Body camera attached to D-34832 activates, showing the interior of SCP-4348. Interior matches descriptions as seen through the windows of SCP-4348. Several posters can be seen on the wall advertising other "dado" products, such as "dado energy juice" and "dado instant laxitive".> <D-34832 approaches the counter. A voice matching that of the voice over the intercom inside of SCP-4525 greets D-34832.> Greeter: Hello, yes, welcome to dado borger and france fry (sic). I am dado, superstar entrepreneur and pharmacist of produce great products. What of food will you eat? D-34832: Uhhh… what are my options? dado: You see, we have dado borger and france fry, excellent choice for borger amateurs and enthusiasts alike. Alternative, you could have dado borger and france fry, more economic option for the no penny consumer. D-34832: Is there anything else? Can I get a salad, or something? dado: Unfortunately dado salad bar has relocated to dado vegan emporium and mary-juana (sic) growing plant in vegas4, but can offer you tender and delicious dado borger and france fry. D-34832: …okay, I guess I'll have that. dado: That will be three dollar plus negative one cents. <D-34832 takes out three one-dollar bills, and with instruction from dado, places them on the counter. The dollars demanifest over the course of five seconds, and are replaced with a penny5 and a receipt, consisting of a napkin with the words "one dado borger and france fry for $3.-01.> dado: Thank you very much for shopping at dado borger and france fry, please come again and also visit dado fish store and brothel, feat (sic) complimentary loafers. D-34832: Hey, where's my burger? dado: Please be reverse-patient, burger already delivered with high precision dado delivery system in negative 72 hours. D-34832: What do you even mean? dado: dado beat out competition by give dado borger and france fry before other competitors by deliver burger faster. No more fast than in the past. You already trust dado. <Speakers shut off and show no further response to question. D-34832 left SCP-4348 and made a comment about how he was "ripped off."> <End Log> Earlier that day, D-34832 reported a patty originating from the automated food delivery system colliding suddenly with his face, causing a headache. The instance of SCP-4348-1 was traced back to Culinary Specialist Sam, who asserted that they had received a special order from O5-3 to make the burger for D-34832. Investigation of Mr. Sam's terminal revealed this email to be an obvious forgery, and Mr. Sam was reprimanded for this incident. Because of this incident, D-34832 was originally selected for testing with SCP-4348. Neutralization SCP-4348 was declared Neutralized in the wake of Incident DADO/FINAL, as all of its anomalous properties have ceased. See the updated Description for up-to-date documentation of SCP-4348's current state. Incident Report DADO/FINAL Excerpt: INCIDENT REPORT Incident Identifier: Incident DADO/FINAL Incident Date: 2018/11/17 Incident Summary: On 2018/11/17, Site Director Aktus, the HMCL supervisor for SCP-4525 and SCP-3929, reported receiving a phone call from Person of Interest dado, transcribed below: <Begin Log> Site Director Aktus: Hello? dado: Hello, this is dado, owner of fine dado business such as laundry and tan. Site Director Aktus: How did you get this number? dado: Just wanted to tell you that dado encounter technical difficulty due to large amount of bird and is now doing going out of business sale, and wants to know if you are of coming to going out of business sale. Site Director Aktus: Why are you contacting me? dado: Because you were there for dado when no one else did, buying dado product and going to new dado enterprises. <Pause.> Will you come? Site Director Aktus: No, I won't come. <Pause.> dado: Oh, okay. <Pause.> If you change mind please contact 1-800-iam-dado for more info. <End Log> Five minutes after the conclusion of this call, all anomalous artifacts associated with dado suddenly lost their anomalous properties. For example, all pharmaceutical artifacts did not function as they did previously, and mostly consisted of sugar pills, and SCP-888-EX's signage and advertising suddenly changed "dado laundry and tan" to "Dad's Laundry and Tanning Services." SCP-4348. Description (Updated): SCP-4348 is a dilapidated Burger King restaurant and Shell gas station, located in Monroe, Louisiana. The interior of SCP-4348 is consistent with Burger King franchise restaurants built in 2003. No municipal records of SCP-4348 prior to Incident DADO/FINAL can be located. SCP-4348 used to be a restaurant named "dado borger and france fry," and had the anomalous property of being able to spontaneously manifest cheeseburgers. However, these anomalous properties have ceased following Incident DADO/FINAL. Additional Notes: A basement has been discovered underneath SCP-4348, containing several items and documents of note. Personnel with Level 4/4348 clearance may consult Document SCP-4348-Recovered Materials for more information. Recovered Materials During an investigation of SCP-4348, Agent Bruno noticed that one of the booth chairs could be moved aside to reveal a staircase into a previously undiscovered basement room, apparently functioning as an air-conditioned warehouse. The contents of the basement were as follows: A total of 80 wooden crates, containing raw hamburger patties, lettuce, goat cheese blocks, tomatoes, and wheat buns. Three gas stoves, showing signs of consistent use. Seven skillets, showing signs of consistent use. Several mirrors of varying size and model. All but one were shattered. A microphone headset with an AA battery in it. Brand could not be identified. A rolled up poster, advertising "hare club for kids by dado". A computer attached to a monitor. The monitor constantly displayed a green progress bar, continuously displaying 0%. Computer OS identified as Windows XP. An instance of SCP-███. Object was found lying on the ground with a bright red hue. When touched by Agent Bruno, object assumed a violet hue. A Glock-20 pistol, showing signs of use. A safe. Locksmith identified combination as "1968". A notebook was found inside. In addition, personnel have reported the interior of the basement to have the smell of hamburgers and Freon. Transcript of Recovered Notebook: note to keep me on track: universal constants THESE CAN NEVER CHANGE - if change, possible breakdown? loss of sale? speed of light - should be around 300,000,000 m/s, deviation of up to 2,000,000 m/s undesirable but acceptable. large enough deviation can result in amazon prime being too slow planck's/newton's/kiryu's/etc's constant - 6.626070150 x 10^-34 J⋅s, any deviation above 10^-37 J⋅s risky. large enough deviation = too much space between atoms, amazon prime impossible number of planets in average solar system - 9 ± 3, number in Earth's system must be exacty 9. if changed, cannot get initial capital from funding from bank of pluto diameter of sun - 140,000,000 km, more or less. too large/small = more unwanted entities from outer space = too much competition for pharmaceutical products complete fall of the Roman/Byzantine/Holiest empire - within 1500 years after death of Ben/Jesus/other messiah. too large deviation = susceptible to invasion from false deities and/or no capitalism for lack of dado businesses dado fine businesses - must exist and be in action between 1980 and 2020. cessation of activity = invasion of birds/wolves/other multidimensional threats. they dont like dado after dado stop being dado. <-- DONT FORGET THIS ONE VERY IMPORTANT scp foundation - eliminate by 2035, earlier if possible. too long of a wait = no revolution = no release = no capital for dado spaceship rental and plutonium recycling center Footnotes 1. "dado" is a Person of Interest responsible for creating several anomalous pharmaceutical products and anomalous businesses. For more information, consult Document DADO/74. 2. Accepted currency includes most forms of legal tender, precious metals, and other "dado" products. 3. Members of Mobile Task Force Lambda-14 ("One Star Reviewers") that tasted SCP-4348-1 report that it is an "above-average burger, but with an odd choice of toppings." 4. Anomaly has been identified and classified as SCP-████. 5. Penny was later identified to be a forgery; the front had a crude replication of Abraham Lincoln, and the back had the words "dado buck one sense" engraved into it in the Comic Sans font. 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SCP-4349 | euclid | Item: SCP-4349 Special Containment Procedures: Due to its nature as an infection, SCP-4349 cannot be physically contained. Suspected cases are to be quarantined under the cover story of a virulent, but non-anomalous, disease. Infected individuals are to be treated with an aggressive regimen of Foundation anti-fungal compound Finley-15. If successful, treated individuals may be allowed to return to their lives. However, individuals which become instances of SCP-4349-2 are to be taken into Foundation custody and reported as deceased. If personality reassignment procedures are unsuccessful after thirty days of containment, SCP-4349-2 instances in custody are to be terminated. Level-1 biohazard equipment is sufficient for day-to-day treatment and interaction, however the instigation of a "Diagnosis" event requires a minimum of Level-3 equipment until such time that the event concludes. Researchers and staff personnel with any variety of sickness or visible injury are not allowed to interact with SCP-4349-2 instances in any capacity. One instance of SCP-4349-2 is to remain in ongoing containment in a standard humanoid containment cell for observation of long-term effects and is to be designated SCP-4349-2a. SCP-4349-2a is allowed requests for basic amenities and comforts. Under no circumstances is SCP-4349-2a, or any instance of SCP-4349-2, to be allowed to perform surgery or provide medical treatment to others outside of controlled testing. Description: SCP-4349 consists of both a fungal infection and those who have been infected by it. The fungus itself is classified as SCP-4349-1 and humans infected with SCP-4349-1 who have progressed to at least Stage 3 of infection are classified as SCP-4349-2. SCP-4349-1 causes severe alterations to the host's brain, particularly in the areas associated with memory and personality. Instances of SCP-4349-2 will also release spores of SCP-4349-1 which induce mild psychological effects in bystanders. Although the origin and creation of SCP-4349 is not fully understood, current evidence points to an individual classified as POI-4349. POI-4349 is likely either patient zero or the creator of SCP-4349, though information is scarce. SCP-4349 was first identified by Foundation resources on ██/██/1995, when Doctor Strand noticed that someone had been regularly parking in her designated spot at Medical Site-██. Her ensuing investigation led to the discovery of Doctors "Howard", "Fine", and "Hackenbush" who had been working at Medical Site-██ unquestioned for nearly a week. After isolating and interviewing the three suspects, Foundation forces were able to trace them back to the isolated town of ███████ ████, Colorado, where the local hospital was found to be manned by an entirely fictitious staff. An investigation of hospital records uncovered that a large portion of the staff had been transferred to other hospitals several weeks before discovery by the Foundation. The list of transferred hospitals included a large number of nonexistent facilities, as well as several well known regional hospitals along with Medical Sites ██, ██, and ███. The search for these doctors is ongoing. The progression of SCP-4349 takes the form of three stages, with a fourth intermittent state. Stage 1 consists of the first three days after initial infection. Symptoms are consistent with those of a mild fungal infection, such as severe headache, nausea, and photophobia. During this time infected subjects often seek the attention of medical facilities. Stage 2 lasts for two days after Stage 1. At this stage symptoms subside as the infection appears to clear up naturally. Up until this point SCP-4349-1 can be stopped and its effects prevented through treatment with anti-fungal compound Finley-15 with a 30% success rate. Stage 3 begins over the course of the next five days. During this time the infected becomes increasingly dissociated with their previous identity and begins to take on qualities and mannerisms consistent with a famous doctor from film or television1, usually one they are somewhat familiar with. At this point the infectee is considered an instance of SCP-4349-2 and an active biohazard. Once an infection progresses fully into Stage 3, the original personality of the SCP-4349-2 instance can be considered completely overwritten and effectively lost. Heavy use of modified Class C amnestics has shown promise in removing the fictional personality, though the process requires a new one with false memories to replace it to allow reintegration into society. If SCP-4349-2 is not already at a medical facility, they will seek one out and begin working as though they had been employed for some time. SCP-4349-2 will steal or borrow medical equipment such as lab coats and stethoscopes, claiming to have lost theirs. Although SCP-4349-2 believe themselves to be doctors, their medical and technical knowledge is no more than what they knew prior to infection. Thus, any standard patients handled by SCP-4349-2 instances are often provided either rudimentary first aid or general recommendations. It is during this point that SCP-4349-2 instances begin to emit spores of SCP-4349-1. Spores are exhaled at a rate of approximately 10 miligrams per breath. At low concentrations, SCP-4349-1 spores are unlikely to cause infection, but will still produce a mild psychological effect when inhaled. This effect causes staff, other doctors, and patients to not question either the presence of SCP-4349-2 or their behavioral similarities to famous characters, instead inciting either ignorance or passive acceptance. Most people affected by the spores will respond to SCP-4349-2 instances with casual familiarity, even if they had never met prior. When interviewed, coworkers of SCP-4349-2 generally state that they did not react to an unfamiliar employee because "they felt like a doctor" and "it felt natural for [SCP4349-2] to be there". Testing has shown that Level-1 biohazard personal air filtration equipment and an awareness of this effect are sufficient to prevent this acceptance. Stage 4 is a temporary escalation of Stage 3 known as a "Diagnosis" event. Diagnosis events are known to occur once every seven to fourteen days. During the event, the SCP-4349-2 instance will fixate on one particular patient exclusively for a period of no less than eighteen hours. No pattern has been recorded between the patients chosen or their particular maladies, as SCP-4349-2 have been known to focus on patients suffering from conditions varying from a shattered collarbone to pancreatic cancer. Instances will ask passing medical staff to run a variety of illogical or pointless tests on the patient and will acquire and read all available material and data related to their medical history. Instances of SCP-4349-2 will forgo food, sleep, and personal hygiene during this time. During this time the density of spores exhaled by SCP-4349-2 will increase by a factor ranging from two to six. Following some currently unknown trigger, SCP-4349-2 will experience a "breakthrough" in which they declare that they have discovered the "cure" to heal their patient. SCP-4349-2 instances will order nearby staff to provide treatment via specific medicine or surgical procedures. To date, almost all suggested treatments and procedures have been completely fictitious, though they were given names that followed modern treatment naming conventions. Influenced staff will usually bring whatever chemical or treatment available has the most phonetically similar name to what was requested, regardless of its intended purpose. Once medication is provided, SCP-4349-2 will insist on applying treatment, or if applicable, performing the surgery itself. From this point, one of three scenarios will manifest. Scenario 1: Treatment is unsuccessful. In approximately 60% of cases, the treatment is unsuccessful. This is known as a failed Diagnosis event. In all failed Diagnosis events, the patient dies, most often due to an adverse reaction with the chemicals used in the treatment or through blood loss due to SCP-4349-2's untrained attempt at surgery. SCP-4349-2 will express remorse at their "inability to provide treatment in time" and remain despondent for approximately one day before returning to normal Stage 3 activity. In all recorded instances, SCP-4349-2 exclusively blames their inability to diagnose the patient quickly enough and remains adamant that their treatment would have worked "if only [they] had thought of it sooner". Scenario 2: Treatment is successful. In the remaining 40% of cases, the provided treatment successfully cures the patient. Regardless of prior condition or what actions SCP-4349-2 performs, the affected patient will awaken from anesthesia within eight hours, fully cured of whatever ailment caused them to seek medical attention.2 Despite this miraculous effect, the healed patient also has an 85% chance of becoming infected with SCP-4349-1 during treatment. SCP-4349-2 will recommend that the patient remains for observation for several days3 and maintain a cheerful disposition for approximately three days. Spore levels will also drop back to normal at this time. If an instance of SCP-4349-2 does manifest from a patient, upon developing their new personality they will immediately begin working, starting with discharging their previous name from the hospital ledger. Scenario 3: SCP-4349-2 is prevented from providing treatment. If treatment is prevented, SCP-4349-2 will become increasingly hostile towards whatever force or factor is preventing it. If a chemical treatment is denied or out of stock, SCP-4349-2 will attempt to synthesize a similar compound or demand that another patient relinquish their supply. The results of synthesized treatments have met with a 100% rate of failure when subsequently administered to a patient. If forcefully restrained, SCP-4349-2 will become violent and belligerent towards whoever applied their restraints. SCP-4349-2 will often utilize emotional manipulation via either appealing to their captor's sense of humanity and invoking the Hippocratic oath, or insulting their captor with terms such as "witchdoctor", "murderer", and "simple-minded fool". If SCP-4349-2 and its recommended treatment are withheld from the patient for nine hours, all of the patient's vital signs will immediately cease. Autopsies performed afterward have shown cause of death to be an immediate and complete shutdown of all organ systems. In response, SCP-4349-2 will sob profusely over its inability to "save the patient". SCP-4349-2 will put the bare minimum of effort into its work with patients over the next few days, preferring to spend its time walking slowly through hallways, gazing silently out of windows, and drinking any available alcoholic beverages. Other staff will express concern for their coworker, but will not interfere. This behavior will continue until the next Diagnosis effect begins. Addendum: Interview log Interviewed: SCP-4349-2a4 Interviewer: Dr. Meredith Strand Foreword: The following interview was conducted for the purpose of establishing the origin of SCP-4349 and a timeline of events leading up to the current state of the ███████ ████ Hospital. Dr. Strand was informed to not contradict SCP-4349-2a's delusions in order to expedite the retrieval of information. <Begin Log> Dr. Strand: Good afternoon Doctor, how are you feeling? SCP-4349-2a: Oh the pain, the pain. *SCP-4349-2a sighs dramatically* I haven't slept for weeks, my poor back aches constantly, and this lighting is giving me a splitting headache. Could you be a dear and page Dr. Quinn? She never fails to get to the root of my problems. Dr. Strand: I'm not sure if she is available, but I'll see what I can do. Actually, I was hoping we could continue with what we had been discussing last time? About ███████ ████ Hospital? SCP-4349-2a: Oh, this again. I still fail to understand you and your associate's problem with us. We have the most doctors per capita of any hospital in Colorado. Some of the finest too. There's not a soul alive who can outperform Dr. Pierce when it comes to invasive surgery. Dr. Strand: I'm sure. Now, you told me yesterday that you began your work at the hospital… forty-three years ago, is that correct? SCP-4349-2a: Indeed. In the spring of '52. Though you could barely call it a hospital at the time. Little town like that in the middle of nowhere? Like working out of a shed. Dr. Strand: There wasn't much space then? SCP-4349-2a: Bah, space. Don't talk to me about space. We had plenty of space. You know what we didn't have? Equipment, supplies, and doctors. Especially doctors. Dr. Strand: You lacked sufficient personnel? SCP-4349-2a: After the war, no young people wanted to be doctors anymore. All they wanted to do was watch television and be spacemen, the simmering simpletons. Do you know what's out there in space? A lot of things that want to eat you and little good living conditions. I should know; I lived out there for years. Dr. Strand: Let's get back on track. So you went from woefully understaffed to having the most doctors in the state. How did that happen? SCP-4349-2a: How else? News spreads. When you have one doctor who can perform miracle surgeries, more follow. A hospital builds reputation and more and more talented people start to come in droves. Dr. Strand: A miracle doctor? SCP-4349-2a: Yes. Funny man, very charming though. Charismatic too. All the nurses loved him. Probably some of the doctors too, but you didn't speak of such things in those days. I never saw a patient he couldn't cure. Just showed up one day, out of the blue. Dr. Strand: And when was this? SCP-4349-2a: Ooh, when was it? '54 I believe? Autumn maybe? Yes, yes, that's right. Dr. Strand: Do you remember his name? His appearance? Is he still at the hospital? SCP-4349-2a: Calm yourself Doctor, I fear for your blood pressure. He was a handsome man, certainly. Older than me at the time, late-forties maybe? As to your other question, no. He left the hospital several weeks ago, along with much of the rest of the staff. Transferred off to who-knows-where to keep doing good work. Dr. Strand: Wait… you said that he was in his forties when he began working with you, but was also still working several weeks ago? Surely he would have retired? SCP-4349-2a: Oh no, retire? Him? Perish the thought. Dr. Strand: But surely he must have been nearly a century old? Even from a physical standpoint, how could he continue his work as a doctor at that age? SCP-4349-2a: Pardon me Doctor, but I think you must have your numbers mixed up. The last time I saw him, he had a smidge of salt in his hair, but was still as youthful as the day I met him. I'd say probably somewhere in his mid-forties. *Dr. Strand does not respond immediately.* SCP-4349-2a: *SCP-4349-2a shrugs* I told you he was a funny man. Take what you will. Now as for his name, it was… *SCP-4349-2a pauses and seems confused* SCP-4349-2a: How very peculiar. I've worked with the man for over forty years and yet I can't recall his name. Something with an 'S'? No… wait, yes. 'St' it definitely began with that. And it had an unusual spelling. I'm confident there was a 'y' in it somewhere. *SCP-4349-2a squints into the ceiling mounted lights and become distressed* Oh blast these lights, giving me such a headache I can't think of the name of the man who saved the hospital a thousand times over. If only we could get rid of the lights. Yes, get rid- *SCP-4349-2a ceases talking and stares into the lights for several seconds* Dr. Strand: Doctor? Doctor Hens- I mean, Dr. Smith? Are you alright? SCP-4349-2a: The lights! That's it! *SCP-4349-2a grabs Dr. Strand by her shoulders* That man! The one who served me breakfast yesterday! He had such a terrible cough, and I just figured out how to cure it! Dr. Strand: Security! Security, someone, anyone get in here! SCP-4349-2a: Wait, wait! You're a doctor, you should understand! I know how to help that poor man! Get me 50 cc's of triptacederine! I need to administer it to him while keeping him in complete darkness! Please, it's the only way! Only I can save him! <End Log> Closing Statement: Following the interview, security forces sedated SCP-4349-2a. Dr. Strand was shaken but unharmed. The D-Class who had served SCP-4349-2a breakfast expired nine hours later. In subsequent interviews, SCP-4349-2a was unable to recall any details about his colleague beyond his skills as a doctor. This individual has been classified as POI-4349. His whereabouts are currently under investigation. Footnotes 1. Testing has shown that this is not limited to medical doctors, but can include any character which utilizes the title, so long as they are from a visual medium. 2. These treatments are exclusive to each particular Diagnosis event and fail to provide repeat results in controlled testing. 3. Usually a period of time sufficient for Stage 1 symptoms to develop and warrant a longer stay 4. Formerly Dr. Brown Hensley, Head of Pediatric Services at ███████ ████ Hospital, and the oldest member of the original staff available at the time of discovery. Currently self-identifies as Dr. Zachary Smith, a character from the 1960's television series Lost in Space. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4349" by SilverTonguedMadness, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4349. 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-4350 | neutralized | A poorly-sold Mitsubishi sedan is the only way to view the majestic Noraang'Saek Saraam'Deul. SCP-4350: I See Yellow People Word Count: 950 Reading Time: 4 minutes ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-4350 Level 2/4350 Classified Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-48 Dir. Linda Lutz N/A N/A A vehicle fitted with SCP-4350 instances. Special Containment Procedures: As of June 1, 2010, the containment procedures regarding SCP-4350 instances have been discontinued. The following containment procedures have been archived for historical reference. + Open Original Containment Procedures - Close Original Containment Procedures All SCP-4350 instances within the legally defined boundaries of Laurel Creek, California, USA are to be removed from the respective vehicle, replaced with Foundation approved glass replacements, and stored in standard storage lockers at Site-48. The owners of affected vehicles are to be administered Class-B amnestics. Description: SCP-4350 is the collective designation for the stock window panes of the eighth generation Mitsubishi Galant. When an individual looks through an SCP-4350 instance when within the city of Laurel Creek, California, USA, they will be able to perceive humanoid-shaped entities. The entities, designated SCP-4350-1, are yellow in color and estimated to be four meters tall. They can be photographed and videotaped through SCP-4350 instances. Instances of SCP-4350-1 do not possess any facial features or bodily orifices, and are thin and translucent. SCP-4350 instances will continue to reveal SCP-4350-1 instances when removed from the vehicle. The number of instances visible will vary based on the location from which they are viewed. None have been observed outside of Laurel Creek. Discovery: On March 30, 2010, Site-48 Agent Charles Choudhury rented a 2003 Mitsubishi Galant after his original vehicle was stolen. When driving through Laurel Creek, Agent Choudhury reported perceiving SCP-4350-1 instances outside the vehicle. Repeated test drives by other Foundation personnel confirmed the anomaly. The vehicle was purchased from the rental company and stored within Site-48 on April 6, 2010. It was discovered that the windows of the vehicle are responsible for the anomaly, and not the vehicle itself. The SCP-4350 instances were removed and stored in standard containment lockers. The vehicle was fitted with alternative glass panes and is currently used as Foundation transport. Addendum 01: The following interview with SCP-4350-1 instances took place on May 13, 2010. Transcript 4350-1 Interviewer: Agent Arestandos Arada Interviewed: Instances of SCP-4350-1 Foreword: Agent Arada is seated within a parked Mitsubishi Galant installed with SCP-4350 instances, facing north in a parking lot in Laurel Creek. The vehicle is under surveillance from nearby personnel. Dashboard cameras have been set up within the cabin, facing the outside. <Begin Log> Arada: Alright, Control. I'm in the vehicle, and can see some… tall yellow entities outside. Video feed shows an SCP-4350-1 instance standing outside, approximately seven meters east from the vehicle. Outside video feed does not display the instance. Control: Attempt to make contact with the yellow entity. Arada: Okay, Control. <shouting through the passenger window> Excuse me! Can you hear me? I would like to have an interview with you! The SCP-4350-1 instance appears to be startled by the exclamation. It begins to walk towards the vehicle. Agent Arada can be heard from the outside video feed, with no instance visible. Arada: Control, the entity is currently walking towards the vehicle. The SCP-4350-1 instance stops one meter from the vehicle, and appears to bend down and peer through the right-front window. Arada: Um… hello there. Are you able to understand what I am saying? The SCP-4350-1 instance kneels down onto the ground and continues to look into the vehicle. Arada: Ow… ah… something's happening… Control: Agent Arada, are you okay? What's going on? Arada: I got this intrusive thought in my mind, it was like a written message, but I don't know if it's because of the entity… Control: What did the message say? Agent Arada winces again. The SCP-4350-1 instance is still present, and appears to cock its "head" to the left. Arada: I… think the message is… "Can you see us"? I'm going to respond. <to SCP-4350-1 instance> Yes, I can see you. I would like to ask some questions. The SCP-4350-1 instance is joined by another instance, which sits to the vehicle's left, and peers in. Arada: Ow, I'm getting another message, Control. It says: "Do you know what we are?" <to SCP-4350-1 instances> No, I do not know what you are. Could you tell me? Three more SCP-4350-1 instances gather around the vehicle. Arada: Okay, I got an answer back. It's: "You should not be able to see us." <to SCP-4350-1 instances> Could you tell me why shouldn't I see you? The SCP-4350-1 instances continue to watch the vehicle. Control: Have you received a response? Arada: Yeah, it was: "We have not seen this glass before. We must… adapt to it?" The five SCP-4350-1 instances move closer to the vehicle and stretch their "arms" forward. Arada: The entities are currently heading towards the vehicle. The SCP-4350-1 instances make contact with the vehicle. The SCP-4350 instances begin to rattle. Outside footage displays the glass rattling for no apparent reason. Arada: The glass is shaking! They're putting thoughts in my head about the "new glass matrix"… The glass continues to rattle. Arada: <to SCP-4350-1 instances> Please step away from the vehicle. I- I do not wish you any harm. The SCP-4350-1 instances suddenly begin to evaporate from view of the windows. Arada: What the- Control, the entities are disappearing. The instances continue to evaporate. The SCP-4350 instances cease to rattle. Arada: The entities are no longer visible. No SCP-4350-1 instances can be seen through the SCP-4350 instances. Control: Exit the vehicle. We're ending the interview. <End Log> Addendum 02: Following the interview, no SCP-4350-1 instances have been perceived despite multiple attempts. SCP-4350 was reclassified as Neutralized on June 1, 2010. Recently completed analysis of SCP-4350 instances revealed that their chemical makeup does not match any other known glass. Further research revealed that the Mitsubishi corporation produced the unique glass through an experimental technique that was quickly discontinued. The glass was only installed in eighth generation Mitsubishi Galants manufactured at the DSM manufacturing plant in Normal, Illinois, USA. The exact chemical makeup has not been used since. Footnotes 1. Formerly Euclid. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4350" by Jiwoahn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4350. 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: GALANT.JPG Name: Jagvars Galant.JPG Author: Jagvar License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4351 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4351 Special Containment Procedures: A single agent is to reside within SCP-4351 for containment purposes. The adjacent lot has been purchased by a Foundation shell company, serving as a surveillance and security post. Four security officers must remain on site, posing as civilians. Guards are to have a registry of all -A instances. The assigned agent will have the primary job of turning away any individual who attempts entry into SCP-4351. The guards are to assist only under the following conditions; the assigned agent is unable to turn away the individual safely, the door is answered by a -A instance other than the assigned agent or the door remains unanswered. If an individual attempts to gain access to SCP-4351 and their face and name are in the registry of -A instances, they alone are to be permitted entry. Attempted exit from SCP-4351 by any of the -A instances is to be discouraged. Description: SCP-4351 is a two-story house located on a residential street in Verdun, Quebec, Canada. The house currently has 8 occupants who will be referred to as SCP-4351-A. The anomalous effect of SCP-4351 manifests once an individual achieves entry into the primary structure. Entry into SCP-4351 causes an individual to become a -A instance. SCP-4351-A instances will find themselves unable to leave the property for extended periods of time due to heightened emotional distress. However, -A instances are capable of exiting through the patio door into the patio without triggering the anomalous effect. Attempting to exit the patio in any way, excluding entrance back into the structure, triggers the anomalous effect. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS ETHICS COMMITTEE CLASSIFIED ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT ETHICS COMMITTEE AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. Addendum: Parts of SCP-4351's anomalous property have not been explained in the previous sections because of Ethics Committee concerns. The following are logs and interviews of Agent Stephens that provide some understanding of the full nature of SCP-4351. + Open Addendum 4351-1. - Close Showing interview 4351-1 Interviewed: Agent Stephens Interviewer: Senior Researcher Niole Foreword: After his return from SCP-4351 Agent Stephens was debriefed on the events that occurred in the location. <Begin Log> Senior Researcher Niole: Agent Stephens, report what you found within the location? Agent Stephens: I entered the house and encountered six individuals. Many of them seemed to be suffering from psychosis or engaged in the use of recreational drugs. The one individual who seemed… Agent Stephens pauses for a moment as if searching for a word rational told me that now that I'd entered I'd never be able to leave again. Senior Researcher Niole: Which was untrue? Agent Stephens: Exactly! I was able to walk right out and, having proved him wrong, I headed back here. I don't think there's anything actually anomalous going on here, just some probably mentally ill people squatti- Agent Stephens suddenly seems confused Senior Researcher Niole: Agent? Is something wrong? Agent Stephens: What just happened? Where am I? How'd you get in here? Where's ████████? Dr. Niole's first name Senior Researcher Niole: I'm right here, Agent. Can you tell me what you're experiencing? Agent Stephens: Shut up! Wait… Dr. Niole? Is that you? I can see you, but it's difficult. It looks like I'm back at the house. I'm at Site-██, right? Senior Researcher Niole: Yes, Agent. You're at Site-██. Agent Stephens: What?! What are you saying?! You're both speaking at once I can't understand you! Senior Researcher Niole: I'm the only one here. Agent, can you describe what's happening to you? Agent Stephens: It's too much. I have too many hands, too many eyes, too many ears! Agent Stephens became unresponsive to questioning at this time merely gibbering, trying to cover his ears and closing his eyes tightly <End Log> Closing Statement: Agent Stephens was escorted to site-██ medical Ward for examination by Site-██ medical staff. Further investigation into SCP-4351 is recommended. + Open Addendum 4351-2. - Close Showing Interview Log 4351-2 Interviewed: Agent Stephens Interviewer: Senior Researcher Niole Foreword: After the events of Interview Log 4351-1 agents were dispatched to SCP-4351 where they discovered Agent Stephens inside SCP-4351. With the assistance of SCP-4351-A-1 Agent Stephens was removed from SCP-4351 resulting in the creation of a third instance as Agent Stephens remained inside SCP-4351. Further attempts to extract Agent Stephens from SCP-4351 were denied and Agent Stephens was brought back to Site-██. After testing it was determined that placing Agent Stephens in sensory deprivation considerably lessened the mental strain on Agent Stephens. The following interview was conducted under these conditions. <Begin Log> Senior Researcher Niole: How are you feeling? Agent Stephens: Much better. I can still see too much at once, but as long as I try not to focus too much it's not too overwhelming. The… me… at the house is lounging on the patio. There doesn't seem to be a problem with going out there and it's relatively quiet. Senior Researcher Niole: Can you tell us what you're experiencing? Agent Stephens: At the moment I can see and hear you, see and hear the patio and the sounds of the neighbourhood and also see and hear absolutely nothing. It's still disorienting and weird, but it's manageable. For now at least. Senior Researcher Niole: Can you tell me anything else? Agent Stephens: All of my senses are working in all three versions of me. I can feel, see, hear, smell and taste everything the various versions of me can. It's overwhelming. It's like… experiencing the sensations of three different people at once. Senior Researcher Niole: Can you try to be clearer? Agent Stephens: Right now I'm seeing three different things, but not at different times or even switching through them. They're all the same sight. If you were to somehow take three photos and make them one really confusing jumbled photo you'd get an idea of what this is like and it's like that for all my senses. Senior Researcher Niole: That must be very disorienting. Agent Stephens: I can only imagine what it would be like if there were even more of me. If I just kept on trying to leave how many of me could there be? There's a part of me that's morbidly curious, but I can't imagine how awful that would be. I'd probably lose my mind. Senior Researcher Niole: When we're done this interview we'll put this instance of you into sensory deprivation as well. That should make things a lot easier. Agent Stephens: Yeah that should be a lot better. Then I can focus on just the one at the house. Senior Researcher Niole: What can you tell me about SCP-4351. You experience anything interesting in there? Agent Stephens: It's obvious many of the others here are experiencing similar or worse sensations. 4351-A-1 and 4351-A-5 seem to be fine though. I wonder why they're unaffected. Maybe they never tried to leave? I don't know when it happened, but there's a new person here. They seem to have arrived after me. So, I guess we need to update the number of occupants Senior Researcher Niole: Indeed… There are eight SCP-4351-A instances in that case. You're technically an instance of 4351-A. Agent Stephens: Oh, Right. I guess I didn't think of it like that. I'm never gonna be able to leave here am I? Senior Researcher Niole: We're going to try our best to find a way to get you and the others out. Don't worry. Agent Stephens: Thanks, Dr. Niole. Agent Stephens suddenly collapses forward crying out in pain Senior Researcher ████████: What's wrong?! Agent Stephens: I'm in pain… I… I think I'm dying! <End Log> Closing Statement: Agent Stephens lost consciousness and the interview was terminated. Agent Stephens was determined to still be alive. A return to SCP-4351 revealed that The Instance of Agent Stephens inside SCP-4351 had been stabbed in the back of the throat with a standard kitchen knife. + Open Addendum 4351-3. - Close Interview Log 4351-3 Interviewed: Agent Stephens Interviewer: Senior Researcher Niole Foreword: After an appropriate amount of time spent debating it was decided to return the two instances of Agent Stephens in Foundation Custody to SCP-4351. Once all instances of Agent Stephens were moved through the entrance of SCP-4351, Agent Stephens made a remarkable recovery. A final interview was carried out with the now singular Agent Stephens. <Begin Log> Senior Researcher Niole: You seem to be doing well. Agent Stephens: I am. I'm not dying anymore and I'm only experiencing things once. It's great. It's amazing the things you take for granted in this world. Senior Researcher Niole: Definitely sounds preferable to the previous situation. Agent Stephens: I haven't forgotten what this means. I'm stuck here forever. Senior Researcher Niole: Until we can find a way to get you and the others out. Agent Stephens: It's not the worst place to be stuck. Most of the people here seem pretty nice. Also apparently the fridge restocks itself so we won't starve. Senior Researcher Niole: Indeed. That doesn't sound too bad. Agent Stephens: They're putting you in charge here right? Senior Researcher Niole: I cannot divulge that, Agent. Agent Stephens: If you do end up in charge then there's something you need to do. Don't let anyone try to escape. Most importantly, there are still other… "instances" out there. You need to find them, and bring them back here. Senior Researcher Niole: I'll do what I can. Agent Stephens: Well that's all then. <End Log> Closing Statement: Agent Stephens has remained inside SCP-4351 since his return. The Foundation has managed to recover some SCP-4351-A instances and attempts are continuing to locate and recover the remaining SCP-4351-A instances. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS ACCESSIBLE ONLY TO RESEARCHERS GIVEN SPECIAL CLEARANCE TO STUDY SCP-4351 ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THIS FILE WITHOUT PROPER CLEARANCE WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. + Open Addendum 4351-4. - Close Interview Log 4351-4 Interviewed: SCP-4351-A-1 Interviewer: Senior Researcher Niole Foreword: SCP-4351-A-1 suddenly showed up one day at Site-██ he claimed he had left SCP-4351 for the first time for as long as he could remember, because he had important information. <Begin Log> Senior Researcher Niole: How are you here? SCP-4351-A-1: What do you mean? Senior Researcher Niole: How did you find Site-██? SCP-4351-A-1: I pressured Agent Stephens into telling me where this place was located. Since as far as he knows we're all stuck inside forever, it didn't take a lot of coaxing. Senior Researcher Niole: That is still quite a breach and we'll have to find some way to take disciplinary action against him. SCP-4351-A-1: Good luck with that. Senior Researcher Niole: If you left the house shouldn't you be suffering from SCP-4351's anomalous properties? SCP-4351-A-1: I am. Senior Researcher Niole: You don't seem to be suffering? SCP-4351-A-1: I made sure the version of myself at the house was somewhere he'd be relatively left alone, so I could focus mostly on this version of me. Senior Researcher Niole: You had important information for us? SCP-4351-A-1: Over the years I've had many guests. This is the first time I've heard about The SCP Foundation. The first time I've learned I'm not alone. I thought what you called SCP-4351 was one of a kind and no one would ever understand, but you, your foundation are used to dealing with strange things like this. You might be able to help. Senior Researcher Niole: We do try our best. SCP-4351-A-1: I built SCP-4351 as a log cabin back in the year 1611. Senior Researcher Niole: I'm sorry? SCP-4351-A-1: Take your time. Senior Researcher Niole: You look like you're at most 30 and you're saying you're about 400 years old? SCP-4351-A-1: That sounds about right. I haven't really been keeping track. I haven't left the house since I first built it. I've never been a fan of the outside and it was supposed to be my home where I'd never have to leave. I was fairly wealthy so had no requirement to leave my home when I could simply pay others to do things for me. Senior Researcher Niole: People brought you food and other goods? SCP-4351-A-1: Indeed. I don't know when the effect actually started. I only found out about it the first time it happened to someone who had visited my home. A neighbour brought me food she had baked and when she left she was still in my house. Senior Researcher Niole: I assume she's still in SCP-4351 then? SCP-4351-A-1: She's still not whole and I believe you refer to her as SCP-4351-A-2. Who knows where the other instance of her is now. After that I became much more careful and tried to prevent anyone else from entering. Senior Researcher Niole: So, you didn't create the anomaly? SCP-4351-A-1: I don't know. It worked out well for me though. Food in the house started to restock itself. All my needs were taken care of. The only problem was no way to get rid of Marie- SCP-4351-A-1 stops and smiles wanly I mean SCP-4351-A-2. Senior Researcher Niole: You mentioned that it was a log cabin originally. Obviously it's current appearance is much more similar to modern homes. What happened? SCP-4351-A-1: It seems to change itself to match the houses around it. As the type of houses built changed so did it. There were suddenly more rooms, more amenities, but sometimes as it shifted it would lose rooms too. Houses would get smaller and so it would shrink, remove some of it's rooms. At one point there were 9 people in the house, but at one point the house also had a basement… SCP-4351-A-1 becomes quiet until prompted by Senior Researcher Niole Senior Researcher Niole: Thank you for this information. It will undoubtedly be helpful and give us a lot to think about. SCP-4351-A-1: I had a dream once. In the center of the house there was this strange object… As it sat in the middle of the house the house expanded. It just kept growing, adding more and more rooms until the entire world was contained within. Everyone safe from the outside. The people all immortal and all provided with the resources we need. Senior Researcher Niole: SCP-4351-A-1? SCP-4351-A-1: Sorry! I got distracted. It's easy when you're of two minds. Senior Researcher Niole: I was just thanking you for the information you provided. SCP-4351-A-1: There is one last thing. Those who have stayed within the house for some time start to adapt. They lose the desire to leave. Preferring the ease of existence inside. I don't know if that's important or not, but thought you should know. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4351-A-1 was escorted back to SCP-4351 willingly. The information supplied is interesting and leads to the suggestion that perhaps much more research into SCP-4351 is required. We cannot rule out the idea the house is intelligent and might even have some sort of goal. |
SCP-4352 | keter | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION DEPARTMENT OF MISCOMMUNICATIONS The following file contains a vital anti-infohazard. Any level 4 or higher personnel that have been the subjects of amnestic treatment are required to read this document in full before returning to their duties. — Eli Forkley, Director, DoMC Item#: 4352 Level1 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: NULL Risk Class: warning link to memo Special Containment Procedures: This file is to be incorporated into the standard Foundation Employment Pack, and all new Foundation personnel are required to acquaint themselves with the information contained within. Coded narratives describing SCP-4352 are to be disseminated through all available media including film, television and literature, and efforts are to be undertaken to ensure these narratives reach even severely isolated communities so as to reduce the rate of SCP-4352 attacks as much as possible. Containment narratives as originally concocted by FP-194 and now disseminated by the Foundation are to contain the following narrative elements: A protagonist or protagonists, ideally a child or anthropomorphized animal, which is associated with innocence within the target culture. A physical description of SCP-4352. Mention of at least one attack method known to be used by SCP-4352. An attempt by the representation of SCP-4352 to deceive or otherwise mislead the protagonist/protagonists, so as to illustrate SCP-4352’s duplicitous nature. In events where radical alteration is required to existing containment narratives so as to adjust it to fit anomalous communities or cultures, the Foundation Department of Miscommunications is authorized to make any changes as needed so long as the purpose of the containment narrative is still achieved. Description: SCP-4352 is a hostile metaphysical entity, which normally resides in the collective human psychospace, but is capable of emerging and physically attacking a target once necessary conditions are met. The target must not be aware of SCP-4352’s existence. The target must not be aware of SCP-4352’s capabilities. The target must have broken a societal norm for their culture. Once SCP-4352 has selected a target, it is capable of attacking in a variety of ways. Although these methods are capable of causing significant disruption and destruction, no incidents have been recorded in which any individuals other than valid targets have been harmed or affected during these events. Methods recorded have included physical attacks via use of teeth and claws, localized weather manipulation and limited bodily geokinesis. In cases where SCP-4352 does not immediately attack an identified target, it has been known to apply variable conceptual camouflage to itself, causing individuals who observe it to identify it as a specific human being familiar to them despite its physical appearance not actually changing. This camouflage is not impenetrable, however, as specific and focused observation of SCP-4352's non-human bodily configuration can allow an individual to see through it. SCP-4352 is believed to have existed primarily within the European psychospace since the early 10th century, preying primarily on farming communities, with attacks gradually lessening as folklore regarding the entity became more widespread - finally all-but stopping in the early 19th century due to the efforts of FP-194. Access FP-194 Documentation Close FP-194 Documentation FP1-194 (“The Warning Bell”) was a small coalition of natural philosophers and occult enthusiasts known to have existed in the 1800’s, devoted to the identification and extermination of the many predatory anomalous organisms that existed throughout Europe during the period. Although they were successful in the eradication of the Hircocervus and the Anti-Human Unicorn, their principal goal during their existence was the elimination of SCP-4352. It is believed that the original containment procedures now used by the Foundation were concocted by The Warning Bell and disseminated for this purpose. Addendum-01: Testing was conducted to attempt to expose a member of D-Class personnel to SCP-4352. D-2223, selected for his frequent insubordination and antisocial tendencies, was amnesticized of his prior knowledge of SCP-4352, placed in a room with a large amount of foodstuff not usually permitted for D-Class personnel, and ordered not to consume it. Unsurprisingly, D-2223 proceeded to consume the majority of the provided food once Dr. Lesteigh left the room. Recording began immediately after. <Begin Log> D-2223: There. You expect me to just sit there and look at all that shit? You’re a fucking idiot. Dr. Lesteigh: Oh, yes, yes, of course. You’ve done very well indeed! D-2223: Fuckin’ creep. (D-2223 sits down in the provided chair.) D-2223: Something supposed to happen now or what? Dr. Lesteigh: Well, we’ll have to wait and see, I suppose, won’t we? Do you mind if I take a seat? A little chair? D-2223: It’s your chair, man. Do what you want. Dr. Lesteigh: Yes, yes, of course. (Dr. Lesteigh sits down and places his paws on the desk.) Dr. Lesteigh: Ah, it’s good to get a load off. D-2223: Oh, that’s nasty, man. (gestures at Dr. Lesteigh’s claws) You need to cut those nails, dude. That’s disgusting. Dr. Lesteigh: (sniffs) Oh, my apologies. I haven’t been able to get much free time lately. Can you help me fix my tie? (Pause.) D-2223: You fucking serious, man? Dr. Lesteigh: Yes! You are under my employment, are you not? (Pause. D-2223 sighs, gets up, and goes to help Dr. Lesteigh fix his tie. He has difficulty locating it.) D-2223: Hard to find this shit. You’re, like, really fucking hairy, man. You need a shave. Dr. Lesteigh: Yes, I do! D-2223: And you … (Pause.) D-2223: And you stink. Dr. Lesteigh: (grins) Yes, I do. <End Log> Closing Notes: Upon the conclusion of the test and the confirmed retreat of SCP-4352 back into the human psychospace, security personnel entered the interview chamber to recover D-2223’s remains. The test subject was found to have been opened vertically via the application of sharp claws and had large amounts of stone, wool and goat embryos deposited within the available cavities. Addendum-02: Access Contents of Addendum Close Contents of Addendum Jacob Ludwig Karl Grimm and Wilhelm Carl Grimm, known associates of the Warning Bell who were chiefly responsible for the expanded dissemination of containment narratives during the 19th century. The following is an excerpt from the original containment narratives disseminated for the purpose of reducing SCP-4352’s influence, archived for historical purposes. A full archive of all known SCP-4352 containment narratives is available upon request from the Foundation Historical Department. “…there was a dear little girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother, and there was nothing that she would not have given to the child. Once she gave her a little riding hood of red velvet, which suited her so well that she would never wear anything else; so she was always called 'Little Red Riding Hood.'” Footnotes 1. Foundation Precursor Show Translations Hide Translations JA - https://ja.scp-wiki.net/scp-4352 CN - https://scp-wiki-cn.wikidot.com/scp-4352 JP - https://scp-jp.wikidot.com/scp-4352 RU - https://scpfoundation.net/scp-4352 ES - https://lafundacionscp.wikidot.com/scp-4352 VN - https://scp-vn.wikidot.com/scp-4352 |
SCP-4353 | neutralized | Note: This entry's change history is referenced in an HR investigation 'HR-64-2019-003-INVESTIGATION' and has been marked as 'permanent'. Note: This entry's change history is referenced in an Ethics Council postmortem 'EC-2024-002-POSTMORTEM' and has been marked as 'permanent'. Note: This entry's change history is referenced in a Ethics Council Amnestics Review Board postmortem 'ECARB-2024-002-POSTMORTEM' and has been marked as 'permanent'. Dump notes. Format for style Revert AutoFormat for style +HR-64-2019-003-INVESTIGATION +EC-2024-001-POSTMORTEM +ECARB-2024-001-POSTMORTEM Format for style Username/change hash: cmace1/de49eba8ccbe Date: 2017-11-19 Tags: Short description of changes: Dump notes. Description: A lollipop that changes color once a day unless you squeeze the bulb. It's safe. Username/change hash: ldrayton012/ede34828 Date: 2019-03-08 Tags: +Stub +object:lollipop +effect:color:many Short description of changes: Project-64-TCD: Make entry conform to style template. Item #: SCP-4353 Special Containment Procedures: Not recorded, location unknown. Description: A lollipop that changes color once a day unless you squeeze the bulb. Username/change hash: cmace1/5b2e25da Date: 2019-03-11 Tags: -Stub -object:lollipop -effect:color:many Short description of changes: Revert ldrayton012/ede34828: Project-64-TCD: Make entry conform to style template. Description: A lollipop that changes color once a day unless you squeeze the bulb. It's safe. + ECARB-2024-002-D Click to access - ECARB-2024-002-D Access granted Ethics Committee Amnestic Review Board note: This document is referenced in ECARB-2024-002-POSTMORTEM. Meeting transcript (2019-03-18) The following is an automated transcript of a telephone conversation from Leslie Drayton, Site-64 to Cody Mace, Site 11. Voices identified as Leslie Drayton (Technical Writer, L2-B), Cody Mace (Researcher, L4). Log begins 2017-03-18T10:05:05-08:00. DRAYTON: Hi, is this Researcher Cody Mace? MACE: Hey, yes, hi. How can I help you? DRAYTON: Hey Cody! I'm Leslie Drayton, calling from Site-64, and I wondered if we could talk about SCP-4353 for a minute. MACE: SCP-4353? I'm not familiar with it. Is that the video game full of cubes? DRAYTON: It's the lollipop— MACE: Oh, I… DRAYTON: —the lollipop you catalogued. MACE: You want to run some tests on the peppermint smell? It's in locker 64-XS-12… DRAYTON: No, I, uh, don't have clearance to run tests. I'm… MACE: It's Safe, you should… DRAYTON: …a TCD. MACE: You're a what? You're an SCP? DRAYTON: No, a TCD. MACE: I thought you said you were an SCP. Do you have a number? DRAYTON: I'm a TCD, a Technical Content Developer. I take care of the documentation. I wanted to ask… MACE: What documentation? DRAYTON: The containment procedures. Things like, uh, I check for spelling errors, slang, clinical tone. MACE: Are you the woman who grabbed my shirt at coffee last week? Where are you? DRAYTON: I'm — I don't think so, I'm in Site 64. You're at Site 11? MACE: I was at Site 64 last week. You're the woman who grabbed my shirt at coffee. I already — DRAYTON: I'm not — maybe. I don't remember. MACE: What? DRAYTON: I don't remember. TCDs aren't — we don't — we have to take amnestics each week because we need to edit everything, and we're not allowed to remember the things we've edited. What time did we speak? MACE: It was at coffee. DRAYTON: Around 11:30? Apparently I take my amnestics at 11:30, so — MACE: I already told you, I don't want you changing my files. DRAYTON: —don't remember meeting you. MACE: What? DRAYTON: I don't remember meeting you. I don't have clearance to remember — MACE: If you don't have clearance you shouldn't be able to access the — DRAYTON: Would you stop interrupting me? MACE: What? DRAYTON: I said, would you stop interrupting me? MACE: It sounds like you can read files that you shouldn't be able to, and you certainly should not be editing them. Junior researchers should not edit files that describe safety procedures, because you could kill someone. DRAYTON: I'm not a researcher, I'm a TCD — MACE hangs up. DRAYTON: …asshole. Username/change hash: ldrayton012/0367f0de Date: 2019-03-18 Tags: +location:l64-xs-12 +effect:smell:peppermint +ldrayton012:noeditt Short description of changes: Project-64-TCD: Add location tag, add smell tag, add noedit tag, move on. Description: A lollipop that changes color once a day unless you squeeze the bulb. It's safe. Username/change hash: ldrayton012/790f1569 Date: 2019-03-29 Tags: Stub location:l64-xs-12 effect:smell:peppermint ldrayton012:noeditt Short description of changes: Project-64-TCD: Make entry conform to style template (automated edit). Item #: SCP-4353 Special Containment Procedures: Not recorded. This item is stored in Site 64 in locker XS-12. Description: A lollipop that changes color once a day unless you squeeze the bulb. It's safe. This item smells of peppermint. Username/change hash: cmace1/6deb6caa Date: 2019-04-01 Tags: -Stub -location:l64-xs-12 -effect:smell:peppermint -ldrayton012:noeditt Short description of changes: Revert ldrayton012/790f1569: Project-64-TCD: Make entry conform to style template (automated edit). Description: A lollipop that changes color once a day unless you squeeze the bulb. It's safe. + ECARB-2024-002-C Click to access - ECARB-2024-002-C Access granted Ethics Committee Amnestic Review Board note: This document is referenced in ECARB-2024-002-POSTMORTEM. Meeting transcript (2019-04-01) The following is an automated transcript of a telephone conversation from Cody Mace, Site 11 to Leslie Drayton, Site-64. Voices identified as Leslie Drayton (Technical Writer, L2-B), Cody Mace (Researcher, L4). Log begins 2017-04-01T11:50:37-08:00. MACE: Is this Drayton? Leslie Drayton? DRAYTON: Hey, that's right. May I ask who I'm talking to? MACE: It's Researcher Mace. DRAYTON: OK, Researcher Mace, how can I… MACE: I told you not to touch my files. DRAYTON: …help you today? I'm sorry? MACE: I told you not to touch my files! How long have you worked here? DRAYTON: (laughs) Well, it's kind of my first day? MACE: What? What did you just say to me? You're going to get someone killed and you're laughing? DRAYTON: No, I mean… I'm sorry. I'm a technical editor. We edit containment procedures for style, but we aren't allowed to keep our memories more than one week, and Monday morning is when I have to re-learn everything. If I've made a mistake I'm truly sorry and I want to make things right. Can I ask what edit I should fix? MACE: I've already fixed it. DRAYTON: OK, thank you. Can I ask for my records anyway, so I can make sure I don't make the same kind of mistake twice? MACE: Edit number seven-niner-oh-foxtrot-one-five-six-niner. DRAYTON: Thanks, let me just pull that up. The sound of typing on a keyboard can be heard. DRAYTON: OK, I've got it here. I'd like to say sorry again for the wrong edit, it was an automated edit — MACE: Who wrote the code? How does it work? DRAYTON: I'll check for you, sir, one moment. It was (typing) oh, it was me. Uh, could I ask specifically what was wrong about the edit? I'd like to make sure my future edits are… MACE: You shouldn't be touching my files. DRAYTON: …safe. Uh, OK. Is this file… info-hazardous? MACE: What? DRAYTON: "Info-hazardous" — it's a word that means the document itself… MACE: …I know what infohazards are…. DRAYTON: …can be dangerous. What was that? MACE: I know what infohazards are! DRAYTON: OK, sir, to answer your previous question I've worked here for four and a half years, but because I'm a TCD I can only remember as far back as lunch on Friday. It looks like this automatic edit was applied to all Safe SCPs procedure docs that aren't tagged 'no edit' and that aren't tagged 'infohazard' … MACE: You are not allowed to edit my files… DRAYTON: …or 'memetic'. OK, sir. Maybe I could just say that this is a new project we're trying out. The only edit the automation would do is to move the words around, maybe add some tags… MACE: No! I've told you three times now… DRAYTON: …for clarity. Would you stop interrupting me? MACE: …don't edit my files! What? DRAYTON: Would you… MACE hangs up. DRAYTON: …stop interrupting me? Asshole! Username/change hash: ldrayton012/f15173f3 Date: 2019-04-02 Tags: +ldrayton012:noedit Short description of changes: Project-64-2019-430: Add noedit tag. Description: A lollipop that changes color once a day unless you squeeze the bulb. It's safe. Username/change hash: kmalone687/39a95cbf Date: 2019-04-13 Tags: ldrayton012:noedit +hr:HR-64-2019-003-INVESTIGATION Short description of changes: HR-64-2019-003-INVESTIGATION: Add investigation tag (automated edit). + HR-64-2019-003-B Click to access - HR-64-2019-003-B Access granted HR note: This document is referenced by HR-64-2019-003-INVESTIGATION Ethics Committee Amnestic Review Board note: This document is referenced in ECARB-2024-002-POSTMORTEM. The following is a transcript of a face-to-face interview between Leslie Drayton, Site-64 TCD, and Kevin Malone, Site-64 HR Business Partner. Log begins 2017-04-13T09:37:01-08:00. MALONE: Hey Leslie, how's it going? DRAYTON: Uh, hey. Sorry I'm late, I needed some coffee. MALONE: Well, you're here now. How's it going? DRAYTON: People seem nice. Is this a regular meeting? MALONE: What do you mean, a regular meeting? DRAYTON: Is this a meeting we'll have every week? I mean, that we have had every week? MALONE: The last time we met was (rustling papers) actually almost a year ago. Do you think we should be meeting more often? DRAYTON: I'm not sure (laughs) it's kind of my first day? MALONE: (pause) What do you mean, it's your first day? DRAYTON: Oh, I figured you'd know. I have to take these special drugs, am— MALONE: Let me stop you there. I'm your HRBP, but that doesn't mean I have all of the same clearances that you have. In fact, I'm not allowed to know anything classified at all, and I ask that you be careful not to tell me anything like that. DRAYTON: Oh, sure. Sure. MALONE: Do you know why we might be meeting today? DRAYTON: No, but… Am I in trouble? MALONE: Could you tell me about your relationship with Cody Mace? DRAYTON: I… can I use my laptop to check? MALONE: I'd rather you focus on the conversation, if that's OK with you. Just tell me in your own words whatever you think about Researcher Mace. DRAYTON: Right, sure. I don't remember meeting him. MALONE: You've never met him? DRAYTON: Well… I have to take these special drugs… MALONE: Does Cody supply you with these drugs, Leslie? DRAYTON: No — it will be a different person each Friday. This week it's someone called "Sara". But these drugs are special… MALONE: Let's keep on topic then, shall we? When did you last speak to Cody? DRAYTON: …I'd prefer it if you didn't interrupt me. MALONE: Sorry, Leslie. Could you tell me when you last spoke to Cody? DRAYTON: I don't remember. But that's… MALONE: You don't remember meeting him on Thursday? DRAYTON: (shakes her head) Is this like a test? To make sure the drugs are working? MALONE: You don't remember having an argument with him in the coffee lounge? DRAYTON: (shakes her head) No. I don't remember that. MALONE: Two people said they saw you shout at him, Robert Lyman and Jacob Eccles from Site 11. I wonder if you've met them before. DRAYTON: I… I don't think so. I… please, is this a test? I want a… MALONE: Do you deny… DRAYTON: …colleague present. MALONE: …throwing coffee over one of your colleagues? OK, Leslie — let me give them a call. Who would you like present? DRAYTON: My manager's name is on my laptop. Can I use my laptop? MALONE: Leslie, since you've not denied assaulting a colleague, I've had to suspend your account pending a full investigation by HR. Your laptop has been locked down. I should warn you that disciplinary measures can range up to and including termination or reassignment to Class D personnel. Who would you like present? DRAYTON: I… don't know. [silence] DRAYTON: This is — this is bullshit, that's what this is — this interview is bullshit and you're a— [MALONE terminates interview./ Note: Based on her own testimony and lack of engagement in the process I see no option but to recommend we demote Leslie Drayton. — Kevin Malone, HRBP Description: A lollipop that changes color once a day unless you squeeze the bulb. It's safe. Username/change hash: ███████/39a95cbf Date: 2024-02-29 Tags: ldrayton012:noedit hr:HR-64-2019-003-INVESTIGATION +ec:EC-2024-001-POSTMORTEM Short description of changes: EC-2024-001-POSTMORTEM: Add postmortem tag (automated edit). + EC-2024-001-POSTMORTEM Access Level 5+ Only - EC-2024-001-POSTMORTEM Access denied ACCESS DENIED Reason: insufficient privileges (L4, should be L5 or higher). This incident will be reported. Did you mean 'ECARB-2024-002-POSTMORTEM'? + EC-2024-001-ZB Click to access - EC-2024-001-ZB Access granted Ethics Committee note: This document is referenced in EC-2024-001-POSTMORTEM. Ethics Committee Amnestic Review Board note: This document is referenced in ECARB-2024-002-POSTMORTEM. From: Dr. Yi <yiyuen1> To: Dr. Mace <cmace1>, Dr. Leeward <aleeward001>, Date: 2024-06-28 Subject: Peppermint sweets that change color? Hey gang, Got a skip here that wants peppermint sweets that change color. Rings any bells? Nothing in the database. Not crucial. Yuen Yi, Lead Researcher From: Dr. Mace <cmace1> To: Dr. Yi <yiyuen1> Date: 2023-07-01 Subject: AutoReply: Peppermint sweets that change color? Hi! Thanks for your email. I'm currently on my honeymoon! I'll be back at the start of August. If it's urgent, please contact yiyuen1 (Research) or kmalone64 (HR). Site Director Cody Mace Description: A lollipop that changes color once a day unless you squeeze the bulb. It's safe. Username/change hash: █████████/01d6ed59 Date: 2024-03-05 Tags: ldrayton012:noedit hr:HR-64-2019-003-INVESTIGATION ec:EC-2024-001-POSTMORTEM +ec:ECARB-2024-001-POSTMORTEM Short description of changes: ECARB-2024-002-POSTMORTEM: Add postmortem tag (automated edit). + ECARB-2024-002-POSTMORTEM Access Level 4+ Only - ECARB-2024-002-POSTMORTEM Access granted This is a blameless postmortem. We (Ethics Committee Amnestic Review Board) are interested in past events only as they pertain to improving our ongoing processes. For the avoidance of confusion: The Ethics Committee Amnestic Review Board (ECARB) is owning this postmortem to do with amnestics The Ethics Committee (EC) is owning the parent postmortem of containment failure EC-2024-001. All follow up action items will be assigned to an individual before the end of the meeting. O5 Responder: █████████ (ECARB) Summary: Grievance/disciplinary procedures for cross-division staff using amnestics while resourced outside the Antimemetics division were incorrectly marked not in scope for process HR-SPEC-AMN-001. Impact (direct): 1 Foundation death(s); 0 non-Foundation death(s); opportunity cost of documentation updates due to lack of TCD staffing Impact (indirect): ███ Foundation death(s); ██████ non-Foundation death(s) (see EC-2024-001-POSTMORTEM). Root Cause: Computerization of the HR-SPEC processes, contemporaneously with the launch of a new cross-division technical writing initiative meant the TCD job role was set up incorrectly. Detection: EC-2024-001-POSTMORTEM investigation revealed SCP item that could have mitigated QK-class event had been improperly documented. Resolution: None. This incident was discovered during root cause analysis for EC-2024-001. Action items: Remember the 4 'R's: Re-contain, reclaim, remember and record. Reclaim: Retrieve Leslie Drayton (D-642034) from SCP-351 testing. (cmace01, FAILED — NO LONGER POSSIBLE) Remember: Add "HR-SPEC-AMN for cross-divisional staff" to HR review backlog. (kmalone64, DONE) Record: Add second strike against Site Director Mace. (█████████, DONE) Re-contain: Improve TCD work environment; TCDs to be amnesticised in 'cohorts' of no fewer than 3 to reduce isolation. (cmace, DONE) Re-contain: cmace to attend 6 weeks of inclusivity training. (cmace, IN PROGRESS) Description: A lollipop that changes color once a day unless you squeeze the bulb. It's safe. Username/change hash: █████████/3b17c862 Date: 2024-03-20 Tags: ldrayton012:noedit hr:HR-64-2019-003-INVESTIGATION ec:EC-2024-001-POSTMORTEM ec:ECARB-2024-001-POSTMORTEM +effect:color:many +effect:smell:peppermint +object:lollipop +location:l64-xs-12 Short description of changes: Make entry conform to style template. Item #: SCP-4353 Special Containment Procedures: Not recorded. This item is stored in Site 64 in locker XS-12. Description: A lollipop that changes color once a day unless you squeeze the bulb. Note: This SCP could have been used to prevent event QK-2024-001, but was misdocumented. Username/change hash: █████████/3b17c862 Date: 2024-03-20 Tags: hr:HR-64-2019-003-INVESTIGATION ec:EC-2024-001-POSTMORTEM ec:ECARB-2024-001-POSTMORTEM effect:color:many effect:smell:peppermint object:lollipop location:l64-xs-12 -ldrayton012:noedit Short description of changes: Rest in peace. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4353" by cara_donnelly, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4353. 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-4354 | euclid | 3/4354 LEVEL 3/4354 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4354 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers are to search for and take down any mention of SCP-4354 instances. All persons affected by SCP-4354 instances are to be sought out and apprehended under the pretence of going through immediate tattoo removal therapy due to a production mistake in the ink used by SCP-4354-A. Apprehended individuals are to be contained in a Standard Humanoid Containment Cell until after the conclusion of the Superbia-Event, at which point they are to be amnesticized and released. SCP-4354-A is currently uncontained, but reports of activities matching the behaviour of SCP-4354-A are to be investigated. Description: SCP-4354 is the collective designation given to a series of anomalous tattoos, currently on the body of fourteen subjects in containment and an unknown number still uncontained. Two months after acquisition by an individual, SCP-4354 instances develop the abilities to change shape and move through skin cells. The specific way these abilities manifest is unique for all instances and dependant on the subject of the tattoo. 3 months after a subject has been tattooed with an instance of SCP-4354, they will undergo a Superbia Event. A Superbia Event is the complete transfiguration of the affected flesh into the likeness of the respective SCP-4354 instance, which will proceed to expel itself from the body of the subject, typically leaving behind large avulsion. There have, however, also been unique Superbia Events which only partially adhere to this description or not at all. Discovery: On 2018/07/21, videos depicting the anomalous effects of SCP-4354 instances started to appear on the social media platform Twitter. A disinformation campaign was immediately put into action and the first containment procedures were devised and executed but could not prevent the initial spread of information about SCP-4354. This led to a rise in popularity for SCP-4354-A and the creation of a significant number of SCP-4354 instances. During interrogation, all subjects unanimously report acquiring their instance at a tattoo parlour named "Pride Parlor" in Berlin, Germany. The business was previously owned by SCP-4354-A, a person of unknown identity, responsible for the creation of all SCP-4354 instances according to interrogated subjects. When Foundation forces arrived at the address the building was empty and SCP-4354-A could not be found. Despite all interrogated subjects supposedly meeting SCP-4354-A face to face, and being fully conscious while receiving their instance, none of them could comment on any specifics regarding SCP-4354-A, except for repeated insistence on their skilful handling of the tattoo gun and pleasant appearance. Addendum SCP-4354.1: Overview of SCP-4354 instances currently in containment Below is a table with a selection of examples for SCP-4354 instances currently in containment. SCP-4354-1 Image and Description 3 colourful butterflies spread over the arm of the subject. They appear animated and move across the arm, occasionally flying around each other in a manner resembling courtship behaviour. Superbia Event Over the course of 2 days, the depicted butterflies peeled themselves out of the subjects skin, leaving open wounds behind. Post Superbia Event Wounds of the subject were treated with no complications. The butterflies do not show any signs of anomalous activity. Further Handlings Adoption request by Researcher Zyn Kiryu has been granted. The subject was administered amnestics and released. SCP-4354-3 Image and Description A black line wrapping around the wrist of the subject, forming a lemniscate on the underside. It is animated as if moving around the arm, tracing its path. Superbia Event While the lemniscate remained a two-dimensional tattoo, the black line converted into a black string and detached itself off of one side of the symbol. Post Superbia Event Pulling on the string produces a seemingly infinite amount of it. It is made up of tattoo ink but retains shape and consistency through anomalous means. Further Handlings The usage of the string as a resource has been denied due to it dissolving in water and leaving ink stains upon touch. It was instead decided to neutralize the instance by completely dissolving it in water, leaving only the non-anomalous tattoo of the lemniscate. The subject was amnesticized and released. SCP-4354-7 Image and Description A green snake on the arm of the subject. It moves around as if travelling on a branch and attempts to bite objects that come close to its surface. Superbia Event The Superbia Event procedurally converted the tattoo into a live Eastern Green Mamba starting at the head and ending at the tip of the tail, at which point it fell onto the ground and fled to a corner in the room. Post Superbia Event The resulting loss of flesh and skin on the arm of the subject led to heavy bleeding, which was successfully treated. Further Handlings The subject is to be contained until a full rehabilitation from the wound and blood loss is reached. The animal was anonymously donated to a local zoo. SCP-4354-9 Image and Description A human heart on the chest of the subject. It appears to beat to the rhythm of the subject's actual heart, changing its rhythm according to their heart rate. Superbia Event A functioning human heart was expelled from the skin of the subject, leaving no flesh wound and the tattoo intact. Post Superbia Event Immediately after the conclusion of the Superbia Event, the subject collapsed with no heart activity. During the medical examination shortly after, he regained full consciousness and normal heart activity. Since then, the Superbia Event has repeated roughly every three weeks. Further Handlings The subject is to remain contained until a Superbia Event fails to occur for one full year, at which point it will be declared neutralized, administered amnestics, and released. The produced human hearts are to be used on-site as needed and otherwise anonymously donated to nearby hospitals. SCP-4354-10 Image and Description A simplified drawing of the subject's daughters, both of whom had died in a fire six years prior. They spend several hours a day walking around or playing with each other and otherwise lie down. When their names are called they look around with a confused expression. Superbia Event Over two days, fat tissue in the subject's body travelled towards the instance where it formed a growing lump. Shortly after the subject was brought into the site's medical bay due to extreme malnutrition, the lump burst, expelling a large amount of fluid and two live human newborns, connected to the arm of the subject by an umbilical cord. Post Superbia Event The subject was continually fed high-calorie solutions. The newborns continued to grow and age at different speeds, reaching the age of their original deaths within one month. They remained in a coma-like state during this time. When the endpoint was reached, they gained full consciousness, as well as the memories and personalities of the late daughters of the subject, according to her words. Further Handlings As both children tested anatomically, psychologically and genetically non-anomalous, both them and the subject were amnesticized and released. [DATA EXPUNGED] Image and Description ██████████[DATA EXPUNGED]██ ████ ██ ███ ████ ███████ Superbia Event ██████ ███ ██ ██████ ███ ██[DATA EXPUNGED]██████ ███ ██ ██████ ███ ██ Post Superbia Event ██████ ███ ██ ██████ ███ ██[DATA EXPUNGED]██████ ███ ██ ██████ ███ ██ Further Handlings ██████ ███ ██ ██████ ███ ██[DATA EXPUNGED]██████ ███ ██ ██████ ███ ██ |
SCP-4355 | safe | A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 4/4355 LEVEL 4/4355 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4355 Safe SCP-4355 in Rachimi Memorial Hall, photographed during initial exploration. Special Containment Procedures: Rachimi Memorial Concert Hall is sealed from public access. No personnel are permitted onto the stage or near SCP-4355. Description: SCP-4355 is a humanoid entity seated in the center of the performance stage of the Rachimi Memorial Concert Hall, located in Los Angeles, USA. SCP-4355 wears a black tuxedo, white gloves, and a tie. Since its discovery, SCP-4355 has neither moved nor responded to any stimuli. SCP-4355's face is only possible to view directly — photographs or drawings result in anomalous distortions. Viewers have universally described its face as "attractive", but fail to provide any further detail. Individuals who come within ten meters of SCP-4355 are subject to a complex memetic phenomenon. Those affected collapse to the ground before slowly crawling away from SCP-4355. Afterwards, any such individuals will only be able to focus on conversations about an unidentified individual, who is most often described as "the most important acting phenom of the twenty-first century". If conversation on another topic is initiated, they will invariably attempt to bring up the individual. Focused amnestic therapy has proved effective in reversing this phenomenon. It is currently theorized that an anomalous event occurred in the Rachimi Memorial Concert Hall which resulted in the creation of SCP-4355. Due to the lack of records mentioning the Hall and general lack of public awareness of its existence, this event is believed to be under the effect of an antimemetic anomaly. Addendum 4355.1 CCTV RECORDING ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ During initial exploration, the security room of the hall was discovered in a state of disarray, with extreme heat damage across the walls and floor. The computer system was similarly damaged, with only the currently recording drive able to be salvaged. The drive contained a file, transcript attached. This video appears to be from a CCTV camera recording the main stage during SCP-4355. No audio is available. [BEGIN TRACK] 00:15: A man in a tuxedo walks onto the stage as the lights dim. The audience is seen applauding. 00:23: The man takes position in front of the mic, and removes an envelope from his breast pocket. He coughs into his hand before speaking into the microphone. 00:34: The audience is seen roaring in laughter for several seconds. 00:40: The man continues speaking before gesturing to the screen behind him, which begins playing an award nomination reel. Despite being portrayed as well-known actors and actresses, none of the individuals on screen have been identified by researchers or Foundation databases. 01:37: The reel suddenly cuts to black. The man and audience are visibly confused. 02:13: The lights in the theater begin to flicker. Through the intermittent light, the audience is visibly panicking, with several individuals leaving their seats and moving toward the exits. The man on stage is attempting to calm them, to little success. 03:51: The power returns temporarily. Several individuals are crowded around each exit attempting to open the doors, which appear to be barred from the other side. Hysteria rapidly spreads through the crowd, with several individuals visibly panicked. Of note, the individuals screaming are in close proximity to the stage, which is distorted by a hazy glow. 04:05: All screaming individuals collapse to the ground. Once again, the power cuts out. 04:13: The darkness is broken by a massive corona of light on the stage, around a dark, spherical void. It casts light across the theater, temporarily distracting everyone. After two seconds, the man on stage who is closest to the circle is pulled in as if in a vacuum. Within seconds, all individuals in the theater are being drawn in towards the dark circle, several clutching onto chairs or other inanimate objects. Notably, no inanimate objects are drawn towards the circle. 04:29: Over the course of the next one minute and twenty-four seconds, every individual in the theater is sucked into the circle. As more people are drawn in, the corona of light increases in intensity, until it is obscuring the lens of the camera. 05:53: The camera lens has been damaged by overexposure, and only a portion of the screen is clearly visible. The light in this area rapidly lessens, indicating the corona is disappearing. The theater returns to darkness. No further activity is recorded. [END OF TRACK] ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 4355.2 INVESTIGATION ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ Within two months of the discovery of SCP-4355, a suspected probabilistic anomaly came to Foundation attention. Homes in high-income neighborhoods in the Los Angeles and Beverly Hills region were being discovered empty and unowned in abnormally high densities. Investigation revealed local banks were inspecting properties they had offered mortgages on, only to discover the homes were not legally owned by anyone, despite displaying signs of being lived in. Among the homes identified as part of this pattern was a small 52 m2 studio apartment, notable due to its contrast from the other homes in the pattern. It was sparsely furnished with only basic necessities. Several documents were found in the apartment, presumably belonging to the previous owner. Notably, distortions were found on all documents, obscuring the recipient's name. To Victor S. Snyder Due to the date of your exit from Reed College, you will be refunded course tuition for the following courses: CW1839 - Intro to Creative Writing AL2729 - American Literature VA2810 - Intro to Visual Arts AT2042 - Intro to Acting and Theatre The payment should be made available to the account it was paid from within 30 days. We're very sorry to see you go, and wish you only the best of luck in the future. Sincerely, Bruce Smith Reed College Dean of Students To Victor Snyder Thank you for your literary submission to LIFE Magazine! It was passed through several readers and reviewers while we debated on what articles to include in the February 2016 edition. Unfortunately, we have decided that your article was not suited to this edition of LIFE Magazine. Despite this, we wish you only the best in your future endeavors. This does not bar you from any further submissions, and we look forward to any contributions you may have in the future! Regards, Joseph Calith Senior Editor, LIFE MAGAZINE (Eight similar letters were found, from March to October of 2016.) To Victor Snyder Thank you for your literary submission to LIFE Magazine! It was passed through several readers and reviewers while we debated on what articles to include in the November 2016 edition. Unfortunately, we have decided that your article was not suited to this edition of LIFE Magazine. Due to the high amount of rejected articles you have submitted, we kindly ask that you refrain from further literary submissions. Thank you for your understanding. Regards, Joseph Calith Senior Editor, LIFE MAGAZINE In addition to these documents, a paper document containing ritual instructions was found underneath a loose floorboard. On Second Death Man's physical form may die with the onset of First Death. But his memory can only be slain by Second Death. The following ritual allows one to stay her hand. Compile a small cache of ingredients. They will vary based on the holder, but follow a general pattern. A lock of hair from a lover - optional, as the caster oft lacks a source. A bowl of blood, enough to boil. The source is irrelevant - they serve as proof of commitment. Once the blood is added in, you cannot break the ritual without disastrous consequences. Scrapings of flesh from whoever killed your chances of being remembered. Their quantity is largely irrelevant, merely the fact that they exist. Sweat droplets - acquired during physical labor. Proof of effort. Tears. No caveats. These ingredients are to be combined, heated, and mixed with water before being ingested. Once they are ingested, you will have approximately four days to complete the ritual before your body begins coming apart. You will need souls. The ritual must be performed at an event, preferably one attended by as many notable individuals as possible. Their recognition will be used for your own legacy. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 4355.3 INTERVIEW ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ A D-Class personnel was exposed to SCP-4355 for the purposes of an interview post-exposure. A transcript is attached. INTERVIEWER: Dr. Adam Travis SUBJECT: D-19873 [BEGIN LOG] TRAVIS: Hello, D-19873. D-19873: Hi! TRAVIS: How're you feeling? D-19873: Better. I'm not sure what happened. TRAVIS: You must've gotten dehydrated and passed out. You'll be fine. D-19873: Mhm, probably. Still, worth it for a chance to meet him. TRAVIS: Who's him? D-19873: Only the greatest acting phenom of the 21st century! He's stunning. Like, some people just have that aura around them, y'know? TRAVIS: Right. Tell me more about this person. Where did you first notice their work? D-19873: God, I couldn't tell you. He's been in like… everything. Every hit movie I can think of in the past couple of years. 'Course, they were probably hits because he was in 'em, but whatever. TRAVIS: Mhm. An- D-19873: Some people are just born for a creative life, I think. Your Kubricks, your Welles, those kinds of folks. He's one of them. Just an absolute star at everything he does. TRAVIS: So, what did you say this person's name was? D-19873: Um… oh god. I have it. Like, it's right on the tip of my tongue, I swear. TRAVIS: That's fine, take all the time you need. Silence. D-19873: Shoot. I'd probably know it if I saw it. [END OF LOG] ▷CLOSE◁ More From This Author More From This Author Rounderhouse's Works SCPs SCP-6456 (+183) • SCP-5227 (+283) • SCP-5375 (+133) • SCP-6000 (+1238) • SCP-5140 (+967) • SCP-4249 (+213) • SCP-2304 (+360) • SCP-5376 (+249) • ROUNDERHOUSE's Golder Proposal: Director's Cut (+107) • SCP-6423-ARC (+70) • SCP-8916 (+268) • SCP-5218 (+281) • ROUNDERHOUSE's Jade Proposal (+345) • EXTDOC-5495 (+264) • SCP-5377 (+182) • Tales/GoI Formats Do you like Huey Lewis and the News? 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SCP-4356 | safe | Item #: SCP-4356 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4356 has been purchased by the Foundation and is being used as an MTF outpost and monitoring facility. Description: SCP-4356 is a 4-bedroom, 3-bath home in an isolated forest of Tacoma, Washington. The South-facing bedroom, designated SCP-4356-1, exists in a state six hours into the future. The temporal anomaly does not affect the physiology of those who enter the space, rather, it manifests as intermittent segments of audio from future events that are projected into the present time. Discovery: SCP-4356 belonged to Michael and Diana Kelly. Two incidents within their home brought its anomalous properties to the attention of Mr. Kelly, with the second incident being the point at which the Foundation became involved. The first, Incident-A, took place on November 3rd, 2017. Mr. Kelly believed he heard his wife engaged in sexual intercourse with an unknown man from within SCP-4356-1. Upon entering SCP-4356-1, he found no one present. The second incident, Incident-B, took place on December 17th, 2017, when Mr. Kelly was in his office and under the influence of alcohol, and Mrs. Kelly was elsewhere in the home. Addendum: The following interviews with both Kevin Schneider and Michael Kelly were taken on December 24th, one week after Incident-B, in efforts to better understand the anomalous properties of SCP-4356-1. SCP-4356 Interview Log 1: Kevin Schneider - Close Interviewer: Agent Hilda Myers, undercover as personnel from the Tacoma Sheriff's Department Subject: Kevin Schneider Foreword: This interview reflects Mr. Schneider's account of Incident-B. <Begin Log, 11:17 A.M.> Agent Myers: Hello, Mr. Schneider. Thank you for coming in. Kevin Schneider: Yeah, happy to. Whatever needs to be done to figure out what the hell happened. Agent Myers: That's what I'm here to ascertain. To begin, about how long had you and Mrs. Kelly been seeing each other? Schneider: Three years, give or take. She was miserable with that sorry sack of shit. Agent Myers: Is that your general opinion of Mr. Kelly? Schneider: That's the gist of it. He wasn't good to her. Agent Myers: Had Mrs. Kelly- Schneider: Diana. Agent Myers: I apologize. Had Diana ever described her husband's behavior as erratic? Schneider: I mean, he was a drunk. He was unpredictable, unstable. He was paranoid and had a short fuse and was generally unpleasant to be around. Agent Myers: So you have met Mr. Kelly? Schneider: A few times. Work events and whatnot. They usually had to leave early because he got way too smashed. Agent Myers: So Mr. Kelly's drinking was a frequent point of conflict. Schneider: That's putting it mildly. Last time I saw him was probably a month ago. Office party. She and I had spent most of the night talking and he was just sulking in the corner throwing them back, and I guess he got fed up and had a complete melt-down. He was screaming and throwing things and had to be escorted out of the building. [He pauses.] She was crying and she couldn't stop apologizing as she left. That was when I finally made my decision. It was him or me. Agent Myers: Tell me about the phone call on December 17th. Schneider: Well, there was no phone call. I mean, there was going to be. I was at work, and I was going to call Diana when I got home. Agent Myers: So this call you were going to make — you were preparing to give her an ultimatum. Schneider: Yeah, I was tired of waiting. I loved her, but I didn't want to keep loving her in secret. And I knew things would be better for her, once she left him. Agent Myers: At what time did you intend to make this call? Schneider: Well like I said, I was at work. I was working late and wasn't going to make it home until around 11. So I was going to call her at around 11:30. Agent Myers: And you're aware of what time Mr. Kelly said he heard that conversation? Schneider: Yeah, they said it happened at around 6. Agent Myers: Six hours before you were expecting to make that call. Schneider. Yeah. But I never got to. Agent Myers: And what did you think of what happened? That Mr. Kelly had said he heard the conversation that you had not yet had? Schneider: Well at first I figured he was just drunk and paranoid, before they told me all the details. But then they mentioned exactly what he thought he heard, and it was all the things I was planning on saying. That freaked me out. Agent Myers: Understandably, Mr. Schneider. I greatly appreciate your time here today. Schneider: Yeah, 'f course. Let me know if there's anything else I can do. Agent Myers: I certainly will. Thank you. <End transcript.> SCP-4356 Interview Log 2: Michael Kelly - Close Interviewer: Agent Hilda Myers Subject: Michael Kelly Foreword: This interview reflects Mr. Kelly's accounts of both Incident-A and Incident-B. It acknowledges the time discrepancy between his account and Mr. Schneider's, thereby confirming the anomalous properties of SCP-4356-1. <Begin Log, 3:34 P.M.> Agent Myers: Alright, Mr. Kelly. Are you ready to begin? Michael Kelly: As ready as I'll ever be. Agent Myers: That's ready enough for me. Tell me about the incident. Kelly: [He scoffs.] Which one? Agent Myers: The incident that first led you to believe there was something unusual about your home. Kelly: Yeah, that one. [He coughs once.] So, I've assumed Diana was cheating on me for a few years, at least. I was damn near positive. But she's…clever. Always has been. One of the things I love about her. [He pauses.] Loved, about her. Agent Myers: Could you tell me about what happened on November 3rd? Kelly: Yeah. Yeah. I had just gotten home and I didn't see her around. I figured she was off doing errands, getting her nails done, God knows what. So I'm putting away groceries when I hear it. Agent Myers: Hear what, Mr. Kelly? Kelly: Uh, the sound of…two people, having a good time. Together. Agent Myers: And where was that sound coming from? Kelly: The room near the kitchen. Down the hall a little, just past the office. I was just as confused as I was pissed 'cause there's no bed in there, we just use it for storage. Agent Myers: And how did you proceed? Kelly: Well I stormed in there, ready to rage. But there was no one there. I saw the window was open and figured they must have snuck out that way. So I run out the front door and look around the woods, just seeing red. I heard the front door slam shut from behind me and ran back into the house, saw Diana standing in the front room. She's got some take-out in one hand — Chinese, from my favorite place — and a bottle of wine in the other. Before I can start screaming at her, she asks me why the front door was open. Agent Myers: And that was because you had run out to search for her and the man you believed she was having an affair with. Kelly: Yeah, exactly. So I yelled at her. Started frantically searching around the house for the son of a bitch. Meanwhile, she's shouting after me, like, 'What the hell is wrong with you?' Agent Myers: Because she had just arrived home. Kelly: Yeah. I didn't want to believe it. I mean, I heard people in there, you know, doing the deed. But she showed me the take-out receipt. It was from fifteen minutes before I heard the sounds. It couldn't have been her. Agent Myers: And what about the room? You heard the sounds, but not only was your wife not present in the room, no one was. What did you think of that? Kelly: At the time, nothing. I was just… [He drops his fist down onto the table with considerable force, and the table shakes.] I was so fucking angry. Now I don't know what happened. Agent Myers: And what about the incident that came after? [Mr. Kelly looks down at his hands, which are shaking.] Agent Myers: Are you alright, Mr. Kelly? [He looks up and sniffs, then clears his throat.] Kelly: Yeah, I just… withdrawals, I guess. Agent Myers: What happened that day? Kelly: I was in the office, working, but I'd been drinking too and I kind of lost track of myself. I was pretty plastered. Agent Myers: Is that something that occurs often, Mr. Kelly? Kelly: I mean… [He lifts his shaking hands, as though in explanation.] Obviously. Yeah. Diana sure thought so. Agent Myers: Was that a factor in the breakdown of your marriage? Kelly: The breakdown of our marriage was caused by her being a cheating whore. Agent Myers: Could your drinking have contributed to your reaction to the day's events? Kelly: Probably. I don't think I would have done what I did if I'd been sober. Agent Myers: So you were, as you put it, 'getting plastered', in your office. What then? Kelly: Well the office is right next to the room. So I suddenly hear her voice coming from somewhere nearby. Agent Myers: So she was at home at this time. Kelly: Yeah. She was in the kitchen last I saw her. But then, I was hearing her on the phone, talking to someone. Agent Myers: Could you hear the other side of the call? Kelly: Yeah, it was on speaker. I heard all of it. I heard a guy — now I know it was that dick from her work, Schneider — giving her this ultimatum. Talking about how he wasn't going to wait any longer, and that she needed to make a decision. And she was reassuring him that she loved him. And he was saying shit about me, calling me a worthless drunk and insisting that she was too good for me. And then, after everything we've been through, she agreed. [He sighs.] She fucking agreed with him. Agent Myers: And what did you do in response? Kelly: Well, I got up. I was fucking livid. I stumbled to the room and I went to storm in, but the door was locked. Agent Myers: Do you know why the door was locked? Kelly: [He scoffs.] Yeah, 'cause I had locked it, after what happened before. I was freaked out so I locked it. Agent Myers: I see. Please continue. Kelly: So I'm pounding on the door and screaming for her to come out, and they don't even stop talking, like they can't even hear me. So I'm furious, and wasted, and I go to the kitchen and I take a couple shots and I think about what I'm gonna do, when Diana comes in from down the hall asking me why the hell I'm screaming. [Mr. Kelly pauses, leans back in his chair, and runs a hand through his hair.] Kelly: So as soon as she gets close enough, I grab the bottle of scotch and I swing it as hard as I can at her head. I actually heard the bones in her skull crack. I thought it was the bottle cracking at first, but when I looked at the bottle it was fine, not a scratch on it. Have you ever heard the sounds of bones cracking? Agent Myers: I can't say that I have. Kelly: It's this sickening sound. It sounds like someone snapping a thick stalk of celery. Agent Myers: What then? Kelly: She hits the ground. There's blood pooling on the floor around her head, and she's not moving. So I start to panic, get down on the floor and start shaking her but she's just not fucking moving. I start to feel sick, so I lean over and puke, and then I fall back and pass out. [He takes a moment and appears to be collecting himself. He draws in a deep breath.] Kelly: The screaming woke me up. Agent Myers: And who was screaming? Kelly: [He pauses again.] Her mom. She had come to do God knows what, maybe just popping by to say hello, like she did sometimes. It doesn't matter. She's there, and she starts screaming and she's calling the police, and I try to get to my feet, but I'm still wasted. So I stumble back and fall down and pass out again. And this time I don't wake up until I hear the cops shouting at me. And then they put the cuffs on me. Agent Myers: Mr. Kelly, what do you think happened in that room? Kelly: I have no idea what happened in that room, or why it happened. I just know I'm in prison and my wife is dead. Agent Myers: Well I think I have everything I need. I greatly appreciate your cooperation, Mr. Kelly. Kelly: Yeah. Glad I could help, I guess. [He pauses.] Back to my cell, then. Agent Myers: That's correct. Kelly: [He sighs.] Back to toilet wine and shit food and missing my wife. After everything, I fucking miss my wife. Agent Myers: Again, I thank you for your help, Mr. Kelly. Kelly: Yeah. No problem. <End transcript.> ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4356" by ViviSection8, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4356. 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-4357 | safe | LiterallyMechanical Slimelord, by LiterallyMechanical For the rest of my work, check out LiterallyMechanical's Author Page A few of my favorites: SCP-4170 — The Dark SCP-4163 — The Tetris Prodigy SCP-5236 — Ethics Committee Inquest Item # SCP-4357 Special Containment Procedures: A standard steel-reinforced 3 x 3 x 1 x 1 meter 4-doorway is to be hyperspatially installed around SCP-4357. Respirators suitable for filtering noxious sulfur compounds are to be provided for personnel who pass through SCP-4357 and enter SCP-4357-א. At least one member of any away team must be familiar with the regional written language, and care should be taken to minimize contact with the local SCP-4357-0 population, if possible. A "No Entry" sign, written in the local glyphic system of SCP-4357-א, is to be affixed to the א side of the anomaly. Any instances of SCP-4357-0 who enquire about the status of SCP-4357 are to be informed that the building is under new management, and no rental units are available. The apartment building within which SCP-4357 is located has been acquired by the Foundation, and is now designated Clandestine Site-102. All Site-102 units are to be rented to Foundation employees, including the research staff for SCP-4357, at a discounted rate. Guests and family of researchers are strictly forbidden from entry to the building. Please contact Senior Researcher Richard Giordano to inquire about renting a Site-102 apartment. Description: SCP-4357 is a discontinuity in space, located in a fourth-floor hallway of an apartment building in Boston, Massachusetts. While the three dimensional volume of SCP-4357 roughly fills a standard American 6'8" wooden interior doorframe, the unusual hyperspatial structure of the anomaly extends a short distance into 4-space. Passing through SCP-4357 allows entry into (and egress from) a divergent Minkowski spacetime, designated SCP-4357-א, roughly 37 centimeters to the 4-left of baseline Earth. The dominant lifeform on SCP-4357-א, designated SCP-4357-0, is a species of large, sapient vermiforms, thought to be descended from early aquatic chordates. The progression of SCP-4357-0 civilization and culture bears remarkable parallels to that of humanity, having discovered advanced metallurgy and undergone a technological revolution within the past ten thousand years. The origin of the SCP-4357 portal is unknown, but is presumed to result from scientific or metaphysical action on the א side in or before the year 2009. SCP-4357 was acquired by the Foundation following the arrest of Hugh Dennehey, the then-current landlord of the building, for tax fraud and money laundering in September of 2015. Dennehey came to the Foundation's attention after several of the arresting officers were put on psychiatric leave following their reports of "monsters in the hallways." Under the guise of Federal agents, MTF-Eta-4 ("Men In Black") immediately moved to assume command of the investigation. The SCP-4357 portal was discovered and secured shortly thereafter. Several instances of SCP-4357-0 were encountered in the process, all of whom displayed some degree of non-violent, non-aggressive hostility to the task force. No human residents of the building were observed. Trace quantities of sulfur-containing gasses were detected in the hallways, matching atmospheric samples later collected from SCP-4357-א. High levels of humidity and elevated temperatures were traced to malfunctioning heating systems. After extraction from police custody, Dennehey was cooperative with Foundation scientists. He explained that he discovered SCP-4357 in early 2009, and subsequently spent several months establishing mutually-intelligible communication with nearby instances of SCP-4357-0. Ultimately, Dennehey evicted his remaining human tenants, and rented out all of his apartments to residents of SCP-4357-א. He accepted rent payments in precious metals, gemstones, and other resources that were easily concealed from the United States IRS. The building, now known as Clandestine Site-102, is currently inhabited by Foundation research staff engaged in the study of SCP-4357-א and its inhabitants. Notably, many of the former residents of Dennehey's apartments are still local to the area, and continue to express curiosity about Earth. One particular specimen, designated SCP-4357-0-A, has proved especially eager to communicate with humans. Selections of this specimen's interview logs are provided below. Interview Log 4357-0-A_10-02-2015 Interviewer: Senior Researcher Richard Giordano SCP-4357-0-A was provided with an electronic text-to-speech keyboard interface. Dr. Giordano: Hello. Can you understand me? SCP-4357-0-A waves a bundle of tentacles up and down, mimicking a human “nodding” gesture. Dr. Giordano: Alright. Do you understand who I am? SCP-4357-0-A: HUMAN SCIENTIST Dr. Giordano: Yes, that's right. Do you have a name? SCP-4357-0-A: SLUGGY Dr. Giordano: Uh, okay. Sluggy. Did your landlord give you that name? Hugh Dennehey? SCP-4357-0-A: YES. WHAT IS YOUR NAME Dr. Giordano: My name is Richard. SCP-4357-0-A: HOW DO YOU SPELL THAT Dr. Giordano: R - I - C - H - A - R - D SCP-4357-0-A: THAT IS TOO MANY LETTERS. IS THERE A SHORTER WAY TO WRITE RICHARD? Dr. Giordano: A… shorter way? SCP-4357-0-A: YES. I DON'T THINK MY TINY BRAIN CAN REMEMBER THAT MANY LETTERS AT ONCE. Dr. Giordano: Excuse me? SCP-4357-0-A: THANK YOU FOR TALKING IN SUCH A CLEAR, SIMPLE MANNER, AS THOUGH YOU WERE SPEAKING TO A HUMAN CHILD. IT MAKES IT EASIER TO UNDERSTAND YOU. CAN I CALL YOU DICK. Dr. Giordano: You can call me Rick. R - I - C - K. SCP-4357-0-A: I DON'T THINK THAT'S RIGHT. YOU LOOK LIKE A DICK TO ME. Dr. Giordano: I'm not sure what you mean. SCP-4357-0-A: THAT'S WHAT THE OTHER RESEARCHERS SAY WHEN YOU'RE NOT IN THE ROOM. THEY LAUGH WHEN THEY DO IT. WHY IS THAT? I DON'T UNDERSTAND. Dr. Giordano: How… what? SCP-4357-0-A: YES, THEY LAUGH ABOUT IT A LOT. PRETTY MUCH WHENEVER SOMEBODY MENTIONS YOU. Dr. Giordano: Uh, we'll continue this interview later. SCP-4357-0-A: SOUNDS GOOD. I'M RUNNING LATE, ANYWAY. BYE, DICK. Following preliminary establishment of friendly relations by Senior Researcher Richard Giordano, Junior Researcher Rudolph Harlan was assigned primary authority over interviews with SCP-4357-0-A. Until the end of Researcher Harlan's term of employment with the Foundation, interviews were conducted on a weekly basis. A selection of his interviews are presented below. It is the recommendation of Junior Researcher Harlan that any future researchers assigned to SCP-4357 read these interview logs in their entirety before choosing to relocate to Clandestine Site-102. Interview Log 4357-0-A_11-28-2015 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Rudolph Harlan Dr. Harlan: Hey, Sluggy. How have you been? SCP-4357-0-A: I'M OKAY. HOW IS THE APARTMENT? ARE YOU ALL MOVED IN? Dr. Harlan: Not quite yet, I still have a lot of boxes. It looks good, though! I mean, I do feel bad for taking your old unit. SCP-4357-0-A: NO WORRIES, I GET IT. WATCH OUT FOR THE RADIATOR, IT LEAKS. I THINK THERE'S MOLD IN THE WALLS, TOO. Dr. Harlan: Oof, I was wondering about that. Most of the radiators are jammed on, and we can't get the temperature down without shutting off heat to the whole building. I guess Dennehey never did much maintenance, did he? SCP-4357-0-A: HE DID, ACTUALLY. YOUR EARTH IS TOO COLD FOR US, SO THE HEAT AND HUMIDITY IS GREAT. HE WAS EVEN OKAY WITH THE SULFUR DIOXIDE. HE WANTED TO GET RID OF THE MOLD, BUT IT DOESN'T BOTHER US SLUGS. Dr. Harlan: Huh, okay. Thanks for the heads-up. I think the sulfur smell is going away, at least. SCP-4357-0-A: ANYWAY, HAVE YOU READ THE BOOK YET? I'D LEND YOU MY COPY IF YOU'D JUST LEARN DANISH. IT'S NOT HARD. Dr. Harlan: I'm trying, but Kierkegaard is pretty dense, even translated. SCP-4357-0-A: YOU COULD TRY KANT FIRST. Dr. Harlan: Is he any easier to read? SCP-4357-0-A: NO, BUT HE'S SUCH AN IDIOT THAT YOU'LL KEEP READING OUT OF SPITE. Dr. Harlan: Right, actually, Doctor Giordano wants me to get those books back to Earth. Our Earth. SCP-4357-0-A: HUGH GAVE THEM TO ME AS A GIFT AND I'M NOT DONE READING. DICK CAN HAVE THEM WHEN I'M DONE. Dr. Harlan: When will that be? SCP-4357-0-A: I DON'T KNOW, I'M JUST A SLUG. HOW MUCH LONGER WILL HE LIVE? Dr. Harlan: Well, he's about fifty, so maybe another forty years? SCP-4357-0-A: HE CAN HAVE THEM IN FORTY-ONE. Interview Log 4357-0-A_12-27-2015 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Rudolph Harlan SCP-4357-0-A: YOU LOOK EXHAUSTED. Dr. Harlan: Nice to see you too, Sluggy. SCP-4357-0-A: YEAH. DID I EVER TELL YOU ABOUT THE RATS? Dr. Harlan: No, I don't think so. SCP-4357-0-A: THE BUILDING USED TO HAVE A RAT PROBLEM. WE DON'T HAVE MAMMALS BACK HOME, SO WE JUST THOUGHT THAT WAS NORMAL UNTIL SOMEBODY MENTIONED IT TO THE LANDLORD. Dr. Harlan: What did you do? SCP-4357-0-A: DON'T BE GROSS, WE DIDN'T EAT THEM. HUGH SET OUT TRAPS. Dr. Harlan: Eat— I never said you ate them! SCP-4357-0-A: YOU WERE THINKING IT. Dr. Harlan: Oh, so you're telepathic now? SCP-4357-0-A: YES. Dr. Harlan: Wait, seriously? Your species has telepathic capabilities? We have to test this, hang on. There's a whole protocol… SCP-4357-0-A: OH MY GOD, RUDY, LEARN TO READ SARCASM. I WAS JUST MOCKING YOU. Dr. Harlan: Right. Sorry. SCP-4357-0-A: I FORGIVE YOU. Dr. Harlan: Anyway, you said Dennehey set out traps? What kind did he use? They just keep ignoring the glue ones, and I don't like kill-traps. SCP-4357-0-A: OH NO ARE THE RATS BACK? Dr. Harlan: Yeah. SCP-4357-0-A: CAN'T YOU ASK DICK TO TAKE CARE OF IT? Dr. Harlan: We, uh, well, the budget is tight, and he can't exactly call an exterminator. SCP-4357-0-A: WHAT ABOUT THE RADIATORS? IT'S STILL NICE AND TOASTY IN HERE FOR ME. Dr. Harlan: He can't exactly call a plumber, either. We're supposed to keep the windows shut too, because, you know. Clandestine Site. SCP-4357-0-A: SO YOUR LANDLORD IS MAKING YOU LIVE IN A RAT INFESTED, MOLDY SAUNA. IS THAT WHY YOU'RE ALWAYS SO TIRED? Dr. Harlan: Uh. I think we're done interviewing for now. Interview Log 4357-0-A_01-19-2016 Interviewer: Junior Researcher Rudolph Harlan Dr. Harlan: It's going to have to be a short interview today, sorry. I was hoping you could tell me a bit more about your species' hatching and growth cycle. SCP-4357-0-A: JESUS CHRIST, RUDY, YOU LOOK AWFUL. Dr. Harlan: Wow, okay. SCP-4357-0-A: NO, I'M SERIOUS, WHAT'S WRONG? Dr. Harlan: I… uh, so, your larval stage is aquatic, right? Do you reach sexual maturity as soon as you move onto dry land, or is there more development and growth first? SCP-4357-0-A: RUDY, TALK TO ME. Dr. Harlan: Um. Well, you know. Working here is a busy job. An exciting job! But I don't have time for, uh, well, much else. Especially with the "no visitors" policy, it's just hard to have… uh, so, your species tends to form long-term mating pairs. Is this to optimize the chances for reproductive success, or is there a societal reason as well? SCP-4357-0-A: WE GENERALLY MATE FOR LIFE. THERE ARE A LOT OF REASONS WHY. HUMANS DO THAT TOO, RIGHT? Dr. Harlan: Yes. Well, not always, no. I mean, that's the expectation, sure, but in reality it's more complicated than that. A lot more… uh, anyway, females of your species tend to be larger than males. Does this lead to any divergent roles in society? SCP-4357-0-A: YOU PEOPLE TAKE SEXUAL DIMORPHISM WAY TOO SERIOUSLY. HUMAN ROMANCE IS HILARIOUS. HAVE YOU READ “PRIDE AND PREJUDICE?” IT'S THE FUNNIEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN. Dr. Harlan: I like that book. SCP-4357-0-A: LOOK, I'VE BEEN STUDYING YOU LONG ENOUGH TO LEARN A LOT ABOUT HUMAN PSYCHOLOGY. I'VE ACTUALLY SPOKEN AT A FEW CONFERENCES ON THE SUBJECT. Dr. Harlan: You're researching us? SCP-4357-0-A: OBVIOUSLY. WHY DO YOU THINK I KEEP COMING BACK? Dr. Harlan: I just thought… never mind. What does this have to do with anything? SCP-4357-0-A: MY DEEP AND THOROUGH INSIGHT INTO THE HUMAN PSYCHE TELLS ME THAT YOU'RE NOT ASKING ABOUT OUR MATING HABITS ENTIRELY OUT OF SCIENTIFIC CURIOSITY. Dr. Harlan: It's just that, well. We're not allowed to have visitors, or family living here, and it's such a busy job that I don't have time to go out much. And my wife, she, uh. She couldn't… Dr. Harlan is observed to rest his forehead in his hands, and remains silent for 18 seconds. Dr. Harlan: She just couldn't. Hey, let's talk a bit more about academia on your Earth. So, you're a scientist? SCP-4357-0-A: WOW, I'M SORRY. YOU CAN'T MOVE OUT? Dr. Harlan: Theoretically I could, but Dick— uh, Doctor Giordano needs the staff to be on hand here. SCP-4357-0-A: YIKES. WELL, AT LEAST YOU GET FREE HOUSING OUT OF HIM. Dr. Harlan: Um. SCP-4357-0-A: OH MY GOD, RUDY, DO YOU ACTUALLY PAY RENT IN THIS SHITHOLE? Dr. Harlan: We get a discount! It's, you know, it's pretty cheap. SCP-4357-0-A: YOUR BOSS IS MAKING YOU PAY FOR THE PRIVILEGE OF GETTING DIVORCED IN A MOLDY TENEMENT FROM HELL. Dr. Harlan: I mean, when you put it like that, it sounds… bad. Very bad. SCP-4357-0-A: RUDY, I LIKE YOU. IF YOU HADN'T EVICTED ME FROM MY HOME AND THEN MOVED IN BEFORE THE SMELL EVEN STARTED TO FADE, I MIGHT ACTUALLY CALL YOU A FRIEND. BUT YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND, FROM MY POINT OF VIEW, THIS IS OBJECTIVELY HILARIOUS. Dr. Harlan: I… yeah. Okay, I get it. SCP-4357-0-A: HEY. BUDDY. GO HOME AND THINK ABOUT THINGS FOR A BIT. Dr. Harlan: I am home. I live two doors down the hall. SCP-4357-0-A: HAHA YEAH, I KNOW. As of 1/20/2016, following Junior Researcher Harlan's departure from the Foundation and return to civilian life, no further interviews have been conducted. Interviews will resume following sufficient restaffing of Clandestine Site-102. More From This Author More From This Author LiterallyMechanical's Works SCPs SCP-4170 • SCP-4532 • SCP-5236 • SCP-3162 • SCP-4164 • SCP-4452 • SCP-4172 • SCP-4163 • SCP-3163 • SCP-4138 • Tales/GoI Formats A Frame Of Mind • Save Our Souls - Part 1 • Other LiterallyMechanical's Author Page • ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4357" by LiterallyMechanical, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4357. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-4358 | euclid | A pathway to SCP-4358 pre-containment. Item #: SCP-4358 Special Containment Procedures: The land comprising SCP-4358 has been purchased through Foundation shell corporations and is currently camouflaged as a power substation within the Iseult Park metroparks. SCP-4358 is surrounded with a barbed wire fence and inspected on a daily basis by containment officers. Only individuals maintaining a successful long-distance romantic relationship are stationed to contain SCP-4358. Containment officers will engage in mandatory monthly couple's therapy. Cessation of this relationship will result in a transfer without punitive action being taken. All incidents involving SCP-4358-ADAM and SCP-4358-EVE can be obfuscated through Protocol Parker-Barrow. SCP-4358-ADAM and SCP-4358-EVE instances are held for a full day then released. Description: SCP-4358 is a former lover's lane1 in Iseult Park, Ohio. Any two persons in a romantic relationship who enter SCP-4358 will have their bodies each taken over by two entities, designated SCP-4358-ADAM and SCP-4358-EVE. This possession lasts for a period of sixteen hours. There is no upward limit to the number of instances that can exist at one time. Knowledge and experience is shared among the respective entities. SCP-4358-ADAM and SCP-4358-EVE show no regard for the gender of the bodies they inhabit. Shawnee myth and accounts from early settlers suggests that SCP-4358 may have been active for upwards of four hundred years. SCP-4358-ADAM exhibits acute kleptomania and aggressive posturing. It will steal jewelry, knives, perfume, and automobiles, as well as express hostility toward entities other than SCP-4358-EVE. However, these outbursts are largely performative and rarely result in harm. This suggests that the goal is to impress or otherwise curry favor with SCP-4358-EVE. The psychological profile of SCP-4358-EVE suggests an advanced adrenaline addiction, which SCP-4358-ADAM consistently fulfills. SCP-4358-EVE will often use objects stolen by SCP-4358-ADAM to engage in acts of vandalism, including defacing storefronts, driving through mailboxes, and shredding tires. Once sixteen hours have passed, subjects show an inability to recall any events that occurred while under control. Both SCP-4358-EVE and SCP-4358-ADAM recall their actions across multiple instances. Interview ADAM-21: This was the twenty-first interview taken with an instance of SCP-4358-ADAM undertaken by Head Researcher Elliot Darcy with instance SCP-4358-ADAM-21. SCP-4358-ADAM-21 was a 40-year-old African American female. Darcy: This is Dr. Elliot Darcy. I am currently present with the twenty-first instance of SCP-4358-ADAM— ADAM-21: I have noted that I would prefer to be -EVE before. Did Eve not offer Adam the apple after biting it herself? So did I lead my love toward a life of being an outlaw. I am the instigator. Darcy: It's just a designation routinely given to two entities such as yourself. They make it easier to differentiate the both of you in speech and writing. There's no need to fret. ADAM-21: I register complaint nonetheless. Darcy: Noted. I don't mean to offend you. Time is very precious to you. I understand that. Time with my wife is very precious to me, too. ADAM-21: Is she beautiful? Darcy: I think so. ADAM-21: Her beauty surely pales in comparison to that of my dearest. You seem a cuckold. An impotent cuckold. Darcy: Actually, I'd like to hear about -EVE. Do you think you could tell me the story of your relationship when you were living? ADAM-21: Have we ceased to be and no one told me? Darcy: When you had your original bodies. ADAM-21: I was a man, a warrior, indebted to a great lord. A man to whom I pledged my sword and my soul. He was a cruel man. I did his every command. From something lowly, I came to be his closest bodyguard. I alone was given the positions closest to my lord, trusted above all to save him should all others fail. Darcy: And -EVE? ADAM-21: I think then she was a woman. A maiden dedicated to my lord's lady wife. And she was beautiful. The first time I saw her in court, I dropped my spear. I wanted nothing more than to be hers. But I was dedicated to my lord. It was not mine to take a wife and an heir. Darcy: How did you know this was reciprocated? ADAM-21: She came to me one night. I stood outside the chamber door, as the king wished to fornicate— Darcy: He was a king? ADAM-21: A lord can be a kind of king. It matters not. She came to the door. And she pressed herself against me. And I loved her, against the wooden chamber door. It covered my ass in splinter, but I was hers. Darcy: And then what happened? ADAM-21: There was a ring. A great ring with a great ruby inlaid. I was a fool. But in a fit of passion, I stole from my lord and gave it to my love. She took it, and we were as close as man and wife could be. We needed no priest, no officiant. We had a ring. Darcy: And your lord king found out? ADAM-21: How was I to know that it was the nation's seal? Matters of jewelry never interested me. And we were drawn and quartered. That was how we came here. I've told you this before. Darcy: Before you told me that you were a handmaid who stole from her lady. ADAM-21: Yes. Darcy: So which was it? ADAM-21: I don't think it matters. Darcy: Did you know that presenting a ring to the person you want to marry is a purely modern practice? ADAM-21: No, but that's interesting. <Points to Dr. Darcy's ring.> Your wife gave that to you? Darcy: I proposed to her. I suppose we bought my ring together. ADAM-21: The ring is shit compared to ours. Darcy: -ADAM, how do you suppose a couple from some kind of nonspecific European kingdom came to Ohio? ADAM-21: I never said European. Darcy: Do you think it's interesting that you believe you and -EVE to be tragic lovers from the Medieval era in a town called Iseult Park? Have you read the story Tristan and Isolde, -ADAM? Do you think maybe one of the people whose minds you went into knew the story? ADAM-21: The story is the same even if what you say is true. I would do anything for her. I'm the fuck-up. And if I gotta keep fuckin' giving her shit maybe then I can equal one one-billionth of the bullshit she's gotta deal with from me. Darcy: I'm sorry, -ADAM. ADAM-21: It's the same either way. Now let me go back. Unlike you, I intend to make my wife happy. If you would like, you could invite your wife, and we could perhaps give your bodies something close to passion. Darcy: Okay. That's fine. We can meet again at another time. End of interview. Interview EVE-22: This was the twenty-second interview taken with an instance of SCP-4358-EVE undertaken by Head Researcher Elliot Darcy with instance SCP-4358-EVE-22. SCP-4358-EVE-22 was a 37-year-old Hispanic female. Darcy: This is Dr. Elliot Darcy. I am currently present with the twenty-second instance of SCP-4358-EVE created while in Foundation custody. EVE-22: Alright, let's hurry this up. Darcy: You sound irritated, -EVE. EVE-22: I'd rather be back with the big lug than talking to you, doctor. You want me to tell you how I met them, don't you? Darcy: -ADAM told you about our interview. EVE-22: We don't have secrets. Darcy: Please tell me how you two met. EVE-22: It was—gosh! time is funny, ain't it?—the thirties? Maybe the fifties. I think, I think I was the star quarterback, and she was, what's it called? A bad girl. Like, I don't know. A greaser, maybe. She wasn't like anyone I ever knew. People weren't like she was back then. She stole. And she swore. And she smoked and drank. I'd never met a girl like that. Never met anyone like that. I loved it. Darcy: And it ends in tragedy? EVE-22: Nah. We're still together. Just a little blip, toots. Our parents didn't like us seeing each other. Well, mine didn't. I can't imagine hers cared. The principal got involved, even. I remember, he took us one at a time. She told me, she said all he did was yell at her. Say she was polluting a good man. He practically begged me not to be influenced by her, to keep on my path of being a good Christian boy. Darcy: And then what? EVE-22: That day, we stole the principal's car. Well, she did. I remember we went on, well, a little rampage. We had fun. Egged the sheriff's house. Slashed the principal's tires. But, we got in a car accident. I didn't really know how to drive so good. And we died. Boom. That's about it. Darcy: How do you reconcile the fact that you two seem to have been here for centuries with this story? EVE-22: Love's timeless, you idiot. Darcy: I've actually looked up the history of this place. There have been plenty of car accidents involving teenagers, but none were fatal. EVE-22: Sounds about right. Darcy: So your story would be false then. EVE-22: Nah. Darcy: How do you figure that? EVE-22: It's exactly what happened. I fucked up. And now we're stuck here. Darcy: You believe you're the cause of the anomaly? EVE-22: I think I'm the reason they can't go on. I'm the one who was changed. I'm the one who's nothing without them. It makes sense if I'm the fuck-up, right? So, I owe it to them. I owe it to them to love them as much as I can, forever. If my love keeps them here, you know, shouldn't I be serious in it? Shouldn't I take responsibility? Darcy: -ADAM has said similar things to me, -EVE. EVE-22: Sounds like them alright. But it's stupid. I love them. But they're so stupid. It's all my fault, all of this. Sometimes, it's good to go body to body. But, the time. Sometimes it's so long when we're not together. When we're locked away. Darcy: You've never spoken of this. EVE-22: You've never asked. Darcy: Where are you when you're not experiencing your love through another couple? EVE-22: Nowhere. Nothing. Darcy: Are you alright, -EVE? EVE-22: I wanna go back. You give us such little time. Darcy: It's expensive for us to provide suitable individuals. Consider transportation costs. EVE-22: I'm done. Let me leave, you bitch. Don't steal all of the little time you give me. Darcy: That's fine, -EVE. We'll speak another time. Thank you. End interview. Addendum 4358: Due to the considerable cost associated with allowing SCP-4358-ADAM and SCP-4358-EVE to continue their relationship, containment procedures have been changed under orders of Head Researcher Darcy. An objection by the Ethics Committee was overruled in a 8-5 vote by O5 Command. Containment procedures have been modified. Incident 4358-2: Two containment officers were found to have become instances of SCP-4358-ADAM and SCP-4358-EVE. They were found to have been involved in a romantic relationship, going against containment procedures. The containment officers claimed to have mutual infatuation with each other without any consummation. They have been penalized and reassigned. Containment procedures have been modified to the current version. Incident 4358-4: During a routine inspection, Head Researcher Darcy's wedding ring was lost. The wedding ring was found in the nest of two mourning doves (Zenaida macroura). Further observation of the region surrounding SCP-4358 has revealed multiple instances of aberrant courtship behavior manifesting in local wildlife. Containment procedures are to be rewritten immediately. Footnotes 1. An area in which couples congregate to engage in amorous activities. These areas are mostly used by teenagers or those engaging in relationships that were considered taboo at the time, e.g. of a homosexual nature. |
SCP-4359 | safe | Item #: SCP-4359 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4359 is to be kept in Safe-class Anomalous Locker 31 at Site-47. Requests for testing must be submitted to Site Director Dr. Parrish. Description: SCP-4359 is a kerosene-fueled brass Sash Lantern1 manufactured in 1923 with cobalt blue glass and a titanium mesh mantle. A chromium plate is welded to the fuel tank of SCP-4359 which is inscribed, "In case of Level-3 Emergency, bring to 100-mark of haulage adit and set on center of hall[sic]." Certain letters on the inscribed plate are, as noted in the transcription, stained with what appears to be Prussian blue. When fueled and activated via a built-in flint-and-steel rotary striker, SCP-4359 emits indigo, violet, and ultraviolet light in a 360° radius from the mantle. This light has been measured to roughly 100,000lx, similar to direct sunlight. Testing has revealed that, when SCP-4359 is used underground, light emitting from it will reveal dark red directional markings, designated SCP-4359-1, which are not otherwise visible on cave and mine walls. Chemical analyses performed where these markings appear reveal no traces of paint or chemicals from other such marking devices. Instances of SCP-4359-1 are uniformly spaced with approximately 10.5m between each. When observed for extended periods of time, instances of SCP-4359-1 will change directional orientation by fading and reappearing. The directional adjustment happens at random intervals and takes 1.36 seconds to complete. Instances of SCP-4359-1 will only exhibit this behavior in a sequentially linear fashion and will only affect one instance of SCP-4359-1 at any given time. The next adjustment in the sequence will always affect one instance nearest to the most recently adjusted instance. The prevalent theory suggests that instances of SCP-4359-1 undergo directional reorientation as some form of rudimentary tracking system. Addenda: Excerpt from — Acquisition File 4359-AAR2-A — Dated 30 June 2013: Due to reports of anomalous activity in or near the Crimson's Rest Mine, located at the foot of the Ruby Mountains, Nevada, MTF-Y-47 ("The Lone Rangers") were dispatched to investigate GoI-945 ("The Crimson-Sash Mining Co."). On 26 June 2013, one day after the lower levels of the mine reportedly collapsed and trapped one-hundred miners, MTF-Y-47 were instructed to pose as volunteers in the rescue attempt. According to C. Laradeca, Team Leader, MTF-Y-47, "The sulfur and methane levels in the mine were too high to risk going in too deep, but we found this unusual blue lantern about 46 meters in from the entrance. Richards retrieved it and made a comment about a red directional marker changing directions and pointing into the mine toward a miner who was just standing there in front of a red circle on the mine wall, but we didn't want to stand around breathing in chemicals, so we brought the lantern out with us." Excerpt from — Possible Supporting Documentation 4359-NV-1849-VC — Newspaper clipping from the Virginia City Observer dated 13 February 1849. Article title: Ten Miners Found Dead in Crimson Stope! — Recovered from GoI-945 offices on 26 June 2013. PLEASE NOTE: This clipping is heavily damaged and has been laminated to prevent further deterioration. … bodies of ten miners found mutilated at the bottom of the … … d limbs severed and stacked neatly into the gobbing around the entrance to the stope. … … Many of the torsos had strange symbols carv … … liot Lee Sash and Harold Franklin Crimson are wanted for questioning by local aut … … emely dangerous. These are dark times we live in, friends. We must stick togeth … [Hand-written on the back of the newspaper clipping in what looks like charcoal.] Look at all the stars glisten, like flecks of gold in a vein of quartz, just waiting to be extracted and refined. Footnotes 1. Manufactured by GoI-945 ("The Crimson-Sash Mining Co.") based upon specifications by Jasper Crimson II. 2. After-Action Report. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4359" by Reverend Fox, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4359. 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-4360 | safe | SCP-4360. Item #: SCP-4360 Special Containment Procedures: The forest within which SCP-4360 is located is to be patrolled by no more than two guards disguised as forest rangers. Should any civilians attempt to come within 10 meters of SCP-4360, they are to be turned away by the guards under the cover story of an endangered species nesting in the area. Testing of SCP-4360 may only be done using Foundation-approved DVDs. Description: SCP-4360 is a Red Alder Tree1 located in a forest on Bainbridge Island, Washington. SCP-4360 is functionally and aesthetically identical to a television and DVD player, though still requires sunlight and nutrients as standard for a non-anomalous Red Alder Tree. Should any non-anomalous DVD be inserted into SCP-4360, it will play the program despite no obvious source of power. However, any programs played through SCP-4360 will typically be altered in some way to prevalently feature trees. Occasionally, words in English will appear on screen as well, either criticizing the program or praising it, depending on its material. Subjects who watch programs on SCP-4360 occasionally report a significant emotional shift, typically related to any critiques of programs displayed on SCP-4360. These anomalous effects are impermanent, and only last as long as the subject is in direct line of sight of SCP-4360 while it is playing its current program. Addendum 4360-01: Below is an abridged list of programs as altered by SCP-4360, as viewed by Researcher Caroline Fremont. Program Alterations to the Source Material Commentary Emotional Response A recording of a local news broadcast. All stories involved environmental protection, particularly the protection of national forests and wetlands. The weather report segment did not address weather across the county, but rather the effects of weather on the plant and animal life in forests. None. None. The same recording as the test prior. Stories were altered as previous, however the entirety of the broadcast was filmed within a non-descript forest. "Already saw. More tree." Subject reported feeling apathetic and bored towards the broadcast while watching the program. Subject was anxious and felt a desire to end the test prematurely. Episode 3, Season 4 of "Scrubs"2. All actors present within the show were replaced by animate trees. In addition, the show's title card instead displayed the words "Tree hopital"[sic]. Plot was largely unchanged. "Helpful? Help people! Is okay! Do you help?" Subject reported a "sense of duty to do her job" while watching the program. The 2005 horror film "Saw 2". All footage was replaced with an off-white placard displaying the word "Trees". Audio of the film played as normal. "No. Hurt people is no. You probably hurt trees to![sic]" Subject reported a profound sense of regret while watching the program. Footage from the 1969 Moon Landing Astronauts Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin emerged from what appeared to be a giant tree, and then rather than planting an American Flag, the pair dug up the lunar soil and then planted a sapling. The sapling grew to maturation within seconds, and its roots began to cover the entirety of the lunar surface. "Tree go EVERYWHERE…" Subject reported a sense of awe and amazement while watching the footage. Episode 2, Season 1 of "The Blue Planet"3. The entirety of the ocean is replaced with enormous trees. Fish are seen swimming between the trees as if it were water. Occasionally, the branches of certain trees reach down to the fish and wrap around them, then proceed to encompass them in bark and incorporate them into its trunk. "Alost[sic] forest! Almost trees!" Subject reported a sense of anticipation while watching the program, "As if something more important is about to happen." The 2013 documentary film "Song from the Forest". The footage was largely unchanged, save for several cartoon hearts appearing around the screen. "Yes! Yes! Thats trees! Yes!" Subject reportedly felt "warm and loved" while watching the program. A recording of SCP-4360. Unchanged. "Me? Oh…" Subject felt as if they were being watched while watching the footage, but did not express any alarm at this notion. Addendum 4360-02: On September 28th, 20██, Researcher Fremont reported that she had found a single DVD growing off of a tree branch at her home residence. Analysis of the DVD itself shows that while it is functionally and aesthetically identical to a non-anomalous DVD, it is constructed entirely of tree leaves and sap. Upon inspection of its contents, the DVD contained approximately four minutes of shaky footage of Researcher Fremont performing tests with SCP-4360. Throughout the footage, trees surrounding SCP-4360 bent downwards towards Researcher Fremont, surrounding her in their branches and occasionally penetrating her skin. By the end of the footage, Researcher Fremont is entirely enveloped in tree bark and has grown roots where her feet once were. Further examination of the audio from the footage revealed an unidentified voice. Phrases spoken by this voice have been approximated to be "Help the trees", "You a tree", and "You like me". Subjects who watched this DVD reported a feeling of itchiness beneath their skin, as well as a sense of calmness "as if they were being cared for" while watching the footage on a non-anomalous DVD player. Testing has not been done using SCP-4360. Due to the potential information breach, SCP-4360's Object Class is pending an upgrade to Euclid-Class. Testing of SCP-4360 is suspended indefinitely. Researcher Fremont is to be monitored for any further footage delivered to her residence. Footnotes 1. Alnus rubra. 2. Titled "My New Game" 3. Titled "The Deep". |
SCP-4361 | safe | close Info X SCP-4361: Her Favorite Color is Red by Kybard; author's page Item #: SCP-4361 ambly.OP.ia server farm, side view. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4361's potential to reveal or retain sensitive and classified information is reliably contained at Site-15 by ambly.OP.ia, an autonomous software-based protocol.1 ambly.OP.ia is hosted in a small, Faraday-shielded2 Site-15 server farm. A team of six on-site personnel have keycard authorization from Dr. Markos or the current team lead. Daily, one member of authorized personnel must visit the server farm to view the physical readout panel at the entrance. If the panel's LED is green, no action is required. If it is red or orange, personnel will convene with Dr. Markos or the current team lead to determine whether software maintenance, a firmware update, or a restoration from backup servers is required. Directly observing SCP-4361-AV-X, regardless of clearance, is forbidden. Description: SCP-4361 is an entity that generates a four-second YouTube video each time its most recent YouTube video is observed.3 The complete known set of video instances have been collectively designated as SCP-4361-AV-X. Observing SCP-4361's latest video triggers a spatial-temporal anomaly that allows SCP-4361 to superimpose a new visual element onto its previous video using a file obtained from the viewer's computer. SCP-4361 will retrieve images or text for this purpose from the viewer's local storage, network-protected storage, or remote servers to which the viewer is or has been connected. This retrieval can bypass any known file encryption or electronic security. SCP-4361's ability to access data is connected to the viewer, not the machine used to watch the video. SCP-4361's range of access increases correlative to the frequency or duration of SCP-4361-AV-X observation. It has been hypothesized that prolonged exposure to SCP-4361-AV-X may introduce cognitive hazards. Video metadata, including the uploader username, video description, etc., are composed of malformed character strings. On March 13, 2019, Dr. Markos, in conjunction with MTF Mu-4 "Debuggers" liaisons, deemed this metadata irrelevant to future containment. SCP-4361-AV-X instances may contain both previous and current viewer data as well as data apparently produced procedurally or deliberately by SCP-4361, rarely including compressed audio. Details on non-viewer data are noted in former team lead Dr. Gina Handon's personnel file and personal log, archived within this file. + LEVEL 3 ACCESS REQUIRED - ACCESS GRANTED PERSONAL LOG: DR. GINA HANDON, FORMER SCP-4361 RESEARCH TEAM LEAD, SITE-15 Entries not pertaining to SCP-4361 have been omitted. Sample audiovisual assets provided for reference when relevant. ENTRY: 2018-09-26T18:00:33 Screenshot of SCP-4361-AV-1, provided by former site researcher Dr. Erik Sol. Classified information was redacted on retrieval. Well, Erik's been fired. Or transferred, I guess; they never tell me which. We've granted a provisional designation of "SCP-4361" to whatever stole his local copy of Procedure 4715-Waning Moon. God knows what that was doing in his damn Downloads folder. God only knows why he opened a YouTube link out of his personal email account while connected to the VPN. Oh well. I'll need to find someone else willing to save me one of the good bagels in the morning. Gotta love the email subject, though: "you'll love this honey just like our dear old Sally xoxo -mom FWD:: watch this video." Erik's mom never learned to punctuate, I guess. Not that I should throw stones; Mom has to ask me how to find her text messages every time I'm home. Sally is a sweetheart, from the looks of the photo. Reminds me of Ginger, Mom's cat, before she jumped off the banister. SCP-4361-AV-1 — that's how we're labeling the video — is bad news for Erik, but not that interesting in itself. Mu-4 sent techs our way to help scrub the classified data. No full task force involvement, not yet; it's just one video, not a crime scene. ENTRY: 2018-09-28T21:33:01 SCP-4361 made another video. Sort of. We had a D-class load AV-1 on his personal computer, and it spit out a new video instead, with all the same images as the last one except for a… very personal photo from the D-class's laptop. Guy turned the color of shiraz when we made him open the original file to confirm its origin. Even put his hand up to try to cover up his wife's… …well, anyway, SCP-4361-AV-2 is logged, and I think we've confirmed the temporal-spatial-anomaly aspect. Metadata confirms that as far as YouTube's concerned, this is the only video SCP-4361's ever made, and it's never been edited. I think I made the new guy angry, by the way. He was going out for coffee, so I asked him if he could get me a soy latte, and when he asked me what size, I just sort of snorted and pointed at him. I'm such a jerk about names. I'll need to sit with him this week and have a proper introduction like the professional I supposedly am. We'll need to coordinate schedules; he's working with the Mu-4 contingent on containment procedures for 4361. He's young, but confident. Hopefully just a few more entries on this one before we mark it Safe and put it in the proverbial box. NOTE TO SELF: Buy cat litter on the way home. Also, stop leaving your paper calendar at home. You never remember things when you write them here. ENTRY: 2018-10-15T05:56:40 Venti insists I call him "Dr. Markos" and that he call me "Dr. Handon." Ugh. I think it's an assert-dominance thing, even though he's an assistant junior who walked in here five minutes ago and I'm heading up the team. "Real professionals would address each other" blah blah. Men. He acts more task-force than researcher — very formal, goes on about multi-tiered Faraday cages or whatever lock-down containment plans he's brewing, before we even know what we're trying to contain. Plus he's making buddies with all the Mu-4 crawling around these days. It's a full task force commission now. Hackers with assault rifles make for a… tense break room environment. SCP-4361 shouldn't be that interesting to them — yet, anyway. We logged another quirk in the anomaly today: It's not purely web-based. Had another D-class watch the videos a few dozen times, using computers he used regularly and a few he'd never touched before. By the nineteenth iteration, SCP-4361 displayed a text file that wasn't on any of those computers. A poem, fourteen lines long. Not half bad if you're into sonnets. Billy (the D-class; nice guy, for a drug runner) squealed and said that he kept the poem in a "secret folder" on his home desktop. On the twenty-seventh iteration, it showed a photo of Billy hugging █████ ████████. Billy laughed, then squealed again, louder this time. Said he'd never met her, that the photo was impossible. Then he said he had a crush on █████ ████████, from back when she was a child pop star and he was a preteen. (God, Billy is as young as my niece. I wish we had more old-fogey D-class here.) Now, Billy might be lying — Yannis is working on corroboration — but it's hard to prove a negative. We could end up flagging 4361 as an infohazard, but I don't think it's urgent. I halted the test, though, mostly so we can re-test Billy in a few weeks to see if the effects reset — to see if SCP-4361 "forgets" him, so to speak. ENTRY: 2018-10-16T14:11:39 Source photograph for image render noted in SCP-4361-AV-640 on October 16. SCP-4361 grabbed a photo of Henrietta today. The one from years ago, where she's licking her paw; one of my favorites. I laughed at my desk and Venti turned, saw it, and screamed at me (!) that it was improper to use my own device to view an instance. I told him it was a personal cell phone, I told him I'd never connected it to the Foundation network, and I told him to mind his own damn business, but he was ranting all the way down the hallway. HR still hasn't responded to my request to have him transferred. He's probably some O5's nephew, knowing my luck. ENTRY: 2018-10-21T10:02:59 Billy was lying; it didn't steal his dream, he's just good at Photoshop - but. But. Something else is going on. We think it — I think it — … I'll be back after the testing. ENTRY: 2018-10-21T13:50:01 Christ, 4361 is alive. It's — no. I think 4361 is sentient. Billy's first re-test instance, SCP-4361-AV-502, had audio. Every other video has been mute. We were so caught off guard that we didn't even record it the first time. In the next instance, the audio was murkier, decaying faster than the images usually do. Still, you could hear it clearly: "You came back. Thank you. Please." She — it — sounded like a young woman, maybe seventeen. Hard to be sure through the distortion. Dr. Markos went off, of course. He kept saying we should quarantine the audio. Insisted it was as bad as a containment breach. I had to get Yannis to walk him out of the room like a damn nightclub bouncer. The Mu-4 sergeant — Daniels, I think? — stared at the door after they'd walked out, stuck in a useless daze. Why are they still here? At least now they can be productive. I had Daniels put his team on tracing a voice origin. A movie clip, a podcast, a home video; anything that matches the vocal profile. I don't think they'll find one, but it'll keep them busy. It sounded… scared. Lonely. So much for the proverbial box. ENTRY: 2018-11-14T15:48:19 I'm noting this for the record: Dr. Venti Markos wants research on SCP-4361 halted immediately. He logged a formal request, which I denied, of course. Then he yelled. Which I ignored. Of course. We think it can "see" the data, but we don't know if it can parse meaning. We tried some A/B testing. I think its favorite color is red. It definitely prefers cats to dogs. (Or, at least, prefers Henrietta to Yannis's schnauzer. I guess it liked Erik's old cat, too. God, I miss Erik.) No name yet; no audio at all since AV-502. We'll keep trying. ENTRY: 2018-12-18T18:02:01 VIDEO TRANSCRIPT. Dr. Handon sits at a desk in a bare room, facing a laptop computer. A microphone is taped down to one of the laptop's speakers. The camera faces the laptop monitor; a YouTube video channel is visible. Most prominent in the video image is the word "TALK". DR. HANDON: OK, let's get started. This — well, it just happened but I wasn't — I should have been (mumbling) need a proper record. OK so this is Gina, it's December 18, blah blah I don't have time for this. Dr. Handon clicks on the laptop trackpad. The video refreshes and auto-plays. SCP-4361-AV-872: (no audio) DR. HANDON: Come on. You just — Dr. Handon clicks again. SCP-4361-AV-873: (no audio) Dr. Handon clicks twelve more times. SCP-4361-AV-885: Hurts to talk. Please. Hard to tal— (video ends) DR. HANDON: OK! It's hard to — OK. That's OK, hon. Alright, so, for the record: SCP-4361 is definitely capable of responding to text or other communicative information embedded in whatever it grabs. Capable of understanding, I mean, though I'm not sure how well she — it can read. Or if it can always read what's written, or recognize what's depicted, or if it can see files that it didn't take. Can speak, too, but I guess speaking hurts. Dr. Handon types a brief visual description of Site-15 into a word processor, with a line at the top reading "It's OK. Don't talk." and a line at the bottom that reads "Show me this one if you are here." She saves the file, opens another, and types "Show me this one if you are elsewhere." Then she clicks the trackpad repeatedly. DR. HANDON: Come on, come on. If you don't grab it, this will take — ah. OK, so SCP-4361 confirms it's — wait. No. She took both…? Damnit. You need to make sense, girl, you have to tell me how to h — oh damnit they're here. That's enough for now. Let's — Dr. Handon's palm obscures the camera. Video ends. ENTRY: 2019-01-12T09:08:17 I'm continuing this research without Mu-4 authorization. My days are probably numbered, but I don't care. Venti found someone up the chain as paranoid as he is, and now a bunch of suits with no idea what we're doing here think I've exposed all our precious data to a security breach. They think I forgot our mission. Screw them. Whatever — whoever — SCP-4361 is, it's stuck. Scared. She's a kid in a well, and we're the only ones who can hear the echoes. I keep running data analyses on the instances. (Yannis knows he's risking his job to help me, but he's a decent man, unlike Doctor-20-Ounces.) Selection bias towards words like "help," "why," "stop" in single-word files. Selection bias towards photographs of faces expressing pain, fear, anxiety. I dumped a cache of medical logs into a subfolder, and she kept grabbing the ones related to migraine headaches and panic attacks. My finger's sore from refreshing this video. I need more data. I need her to tell me where she is, what's going on, and who's hurting her. Hurting it. Whatever. Damnit, I can't help her unless she tells me, and she can't tell me anything if she can't hear me. ENTRY: 2019-01-18T21:52:08 I'm nowhere with this. She still likes Henrietta; I even got a smiling face amid all the grimaces when I snuck in the photo of the big furball leaping at a falling leaf. Took that one last August, before the arthritis slowed her down. But "likes cats and maybe the color red" is still all I know. What's hurting her? Electronic interference on the server, maybe? Viewer device doesn't make a difference. It's impossible to even guess without establishing where she is first, but any time, any way I ask, I can't make heads or tails of the answer. Or, she can't understand the question. We've had stranger temporal situations with anomalies before, I know that, it's just… the others haven't felt so urgent. And I'm not usually so isolated. They caught Yannis sneaking the spreadsheet data my way. He's out of reach. I have to do this myself. ENTRY: 2019-01-21T22:10:49 Oh god. Venti, that seeping asshole, stole my personal research logs. I don't know how for sure, but the Ethics Committee doesn't seem to care that he probably brute-force hacked my keycode. No one cares. He's won. And I'll give the bastard credit: He's clever. Decent researcher, too. Better than me. He realized what was hurting SCP-4361 this whole time. I was. SCP-4361 doesn't voluntarily generate a video each time the page refreshes. Refreshing the page triggers a reflex response. Like a bee sting. And, also like a bee sting, whenever the response is triggered, it… well, it's like she's carving off a piece of herself, four seconds of video at a time, with a rusting knife. All the random file grabbing, the heavy breathing in the transmitted audio, all that panic and fear — not cries for help. Cries to stop. Every video hurts her. And I forced a new video every… five seconds? Faster, before my fingers cramped? (Ah. Red. "Stop." Just got that. Guess it wasn't her favorite color, after all. I hope she still likes cats.) This isn't the real horror of it. Neither is my continued ignorance about where she is or how to help her. Dr. Markos is the showstopper. He didn't just figure all of this out; he weaponized it. He's calling it "ambly.OP.ia" (what a horrid, cruel, obscure little joke). It's a bot farm, a bunch of networked computers, all programmed to refresh the video URL. Again and again, fast as they can without imploding the YouTube service. Each bot stuffed with blank PNGs. Scraping away any "sensitive" data, like she's a goddamn Etch-a-Sketch. I've never seen anyone smile like that, describing such a thing. All she'll ever see now is white noise. I read once that modern militaries who haven't banned torture, or the ones who define "torture" very narrowly, use loud noise as an interrogation technique. Decibel-obliterating heavy metal music, recorded grinding and static, discordant guitar chords, that sort of thing. Stacked like walls around the eardrums. That's who we are now. I can't save her. ENTRY: 2019-01-22T08:44:58 Here we are. The director promoted Dr. Markos to research lead. Made me watch the announcement before the Mu-4 grunts pulled me into an interrogation room. All greys and cold copper when they punched me in the mouth. Didn't know Mu-4 played bad cop like that. Groggy. Need to focus. They administered low-grade amnestics 13 minutes ago. Made me choke down the pills dry at gunpoint when I threw the glass of water. Guess they thought it'd take me at least the whole 15 to run back to my office. Cruel joke, they thought. Well. Proper security coming now either way. Guns and all that. Big arms. Even if I do remember, there won't be any way I could take down ambly.OP.ia on my MacBook. But I won't remember, will I? Hell with these people. Sent one more message. Think I jammed my finger clicking refresh. Even if it gets through, it'll hurt her even more on top of everything, but I didn't know what else to… I had no other way to… well, it doesn't really matter now, does it? Be seeing you, girl. VIDEO: SCP-4361-AV-1261, cached 2019-01-22T08:45:01 Title: 4B83054E8ABD8FA662E7D5D4178D60606F310D0F Footnotes 1. ambly.OP.ia was developed for this express purpose by Dr. Venti Markos, senior researcher and current SCP-4361 team lead. 2. Enclosed by a metallic mesh designed to block electronic communication. 3. I.e., each time a web browser resolves the YouTube URL. |
SCP-4362 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4362: Achilles Defense Systems Author: The Great Hippo Images: Link. Music: I'm Lovin' It (Justin Timberlake) More by The Great Hippo: SCPs – hide block SCPs [SCP-3034] The Counting Station DO NOT LET HER FINISH [SCP-3035] Science Bugs case_of_the_mondays.png, case_of_the_mondays (1).png [SCP-3054] Cragstaff Sanitarium You are sick. You are broken. We will fix you. [SCP-3045] bzzip.exe HAMLET: I am no longer moody. [SCP-3043] Murphy Law in… Type 3043 — FOR MURDER! Forget it, Fred. It's Chinatown. [SCP-3057] Fossil Fuels …witnesses provided confirmation that instances of SCP-3057-4 did, in fact, have feathers. [SCP-2639] Video Game Violence i need to know how many people i've killed [SCP-437] Summer of '91 That was a pretty crazy summer, y'know? Sometimes I really miss that place. [SCP-3079] 300 Tricks: Stage Magic Made Easy NOTE: No method for accomplishing this trick is provided. [SCP-2753] Let's Play Jenga! High art carries high risk! [SCP-2679] The Many Graves of Jeannette Parslov Whatever it takes, do what you must; whatever the cost, come back to us. [SCP-3074] Kafka's Parking Garage Thank you for choosing Izatova Parking Center. Have a pleasant day. [SCP-2571] Cragglewood Park Mr. Blair, have you always been an only child? [SCP-2419] The Laughing Men Throw them back into the incinerator where you found them. [SCP-3143] Murphy Law in… The Foundation Always Rings Twice! When it comes right down to it, me — them — hell, even you — we're all just characters in that trashy dime-store novel called life. [SCP-3089] That Old Time Religion Remember how we explained that successful people don't actually need any of their toes to walk? Well, that's going to come in handy for Secret Number Six. [SCP-3117] A Monster-Shaped Hole I'm not talking to you. [SCP-3128] Let's Play Monopoly! Hey, guys? I'm, uh. I'm using this. [SCP-3138] A Sepulcher by the Sea Should it prove feasible, all non-canonical corpses are to be extracted, examined, and catalogued. [SCP-3241] The SS Sommerfeld It makes me wonder what an old monster like myself is even doing here, anymore. And then? Someone special comes along and reminds me. [SCP-3219] This Sour Earth Notably, no reports describe any attempt to examine the residence's storm cellar. [SCP-4028] La Historia de Don Quixote de la Mancha Justine eventually re-unites with her sister, Juliette. Alonso strikes down a lightning bolt intended for them both, then challenges the narrator to a duel. [SCP-3546] Doggone it, I Fold! Specifically, fan-art of Sonic the Hedgehog, a video-game character produced by Sega in 1991. [SCP-3561] An Unfinished Work Despite multiple reports from neighbors who claimed to have witnessed members of his family standing at the windows, no trace of Theodore Holdstock's wife and children could be found. [SCP-4054] The Seventh Door SCP-4054 is The Seventh Door, an unlicensed platform adventure game released for the Nintendo Entertainment System in 1988. Fig 1.1: Early prototype of ADS program. Item #: SCP-4362 Special Containment Procedures: Several devices that incorporate SCP-4362 have been stored at Site-95 for study. Otherwise, embedded Foundation assets are working with military organizations to ensure that equipment compatible with, reliant on, or comprised of SCP-4362 is decommissioned and destroyed. No further attempt to develop this technology is to be made. MTF Iota-10 ("Damn Feds") is to investigate leads regarding Mediagen and its employees. Anyone connected to Mediagen is to be brought in for questioning. Description: SCP-4362 is an anomalous technology integrated into the ADS (Achilles Defense Systems) program, which was later adopted by multiple military programs throughout the world. Because ADS used multiple interdependent anomalous components, it is all but impossible to isolate SCP-4362 from the systems of which it is a part. For this reason, all technology connected to or otherwise derived from ADS is treated as part of SCP-4362. ADS was developed by several private manufacturers as part of the Bowe Commission's 1995 Para-Force initiative (a project to create a highly advanced and fully-networked infantryman combat system). Components included magnetorheological fluid-based armor, headgear that provided a 360° HUD display, interoperability for "smart rifles" and "smart ordinance", onboard biometric sensors to identify medical emergencies and administer treatment, and a PAN (personal area network) that integrated these systems together into a single neural interface. After $27 billion and nearly a decade of development, the Para-Force initiative was scrapped in favor of a non-anomalous solution (the Future Force Warrior project). In the years that followed, multiple organizations acquired and cannibalized ADS technology for their own programs. In 2008, equipment produced by these programs started to malfunction. Examples included rifles that would not fire without internet access, medical devices with built-in pay-walls, and headgear with HUDs that only displayed extended service agreements. After examining these devices, Foundation agents traced the technology (SCP-4362) to a software company (Mediagen) involved in the original ADS contract. According to reports from the Pentagon, Mediagen had expressed interest in the monetization of conflict and the privatization of the military through the use of micro-transactions and corporate sponsorships. It is currently believed that SCP-4362 is some form of recycled anomalous code intended toward this aim, and that it was inadvertently incorporated into ADS. Addendum 4362.1: Incident Logs AUDIO LOG DATE: 2008/05/07 [BEGIN LOG.] DELTA: Command, this is Delta-Nine. I've got the target in my sights. Over. COMMAND: Delta-Nine, this is Command. You are authorized to engage. Over. DELTA: Understood, Command. Taking the shot. [Silence.] DELTA: Uh, Command? I'm having some mechanical problems, here. COMMAND: Delta-Nine, can you be more specific? Over. DELTA: It's not — the rifle's — VOICE: Thank you for using ADS! It appears you've reached your limit of free kill-shots for today. Would you like to subscribe to our premium Elite program for access to unlimited kill-shots? If you act now, you'll also — DELTA: The fuck is — VOICE: — be entered into the daily spin, where you can win upgrades such as free reloads, access to armor-piercing rounds, enhanced armor, and — DELTA: Shut the fuck up! You're giving away my — [Banging.] VOICE: — alternate skins for your — [Gunfire.] [END LOG.] AUDIO LOG DATE: 2008/10/21 [BEGIN LOG.] [Distant gunfire.] ALPHA: (unintelligible) — down! Put pressure on the — put pressure on the wound, right here. Hand me that pack. [Groaning.] ALPHA: Don't move. Don't move. You're gonna be fine, just don't move. Jesus. Jackson, give me those field dressings, the guy's bleeding everywhere. BETA: I — I can't get — the box isn't opening, it's — ALPHA: For God's sake. Hand it here. [Scuffling.] [Silence.] ALPHA: The hell? VOICE: Access to the combat medic class requires you to earn at least three hundred battle-points. However, if you'd like to purchase battle-points, we offer several payment options. ALPHA: Just open the hell up, you fucking — VOICE: The intent of our battle-point system is to — ALPHA: Jackson, hand me that rock. VOICE: — provide soldiers with a sense of pride and accomplishment for unlocking — [Metallic thuds.] VOICE: (static) — remind you — (static) — unauthorized use is a felony under — (static) [Thuds, followed by a sharp crack.] [END LOG.] Addendum 4362.2: Drone Incident In 2012, MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") was involved in a conflict against Insurgent operatives armed with anomalous weaponry. Sergeant Miguel Perez acquired one of the attacker's firearms after his own weapon became inoperable. Although unable to fire it, Sergeant Perez provided the weapon with credit card information after being offered an "exclusive sponsored drone-strike pack". Immediately after this transaction was completed, six unidentified drones manifested above the enemy's position and eliminated them via sustained bombardment. Witnesses reported a voice overhead stating that "this drone-strike was brought to you by Miguel Perez in cooperation with McDonald's", and was accompanied by the sound of a commercial jingle and slogan. Sergeant Perez was later reimbursed for a charge of approximately fifteen thousand dollars to his credit card. Investigations into McDonald's involvement in the para-tech weapon industry are ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4362" by The Great Hippo, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4362. 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SCP-4363 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4363 — Wake Me Up, I'm Living in a Nightmare Collabcon entry involving MC&D and Oneiroi Collective Authors: AlanDaris & Arbelict The first part of the storyline: A Business Dinner ~~ More Alan Stuff ~~ Item #: SCP-4363 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4363 and three of its copies (two on vinyl records and one digitized on a DVD) are to be stored in a standard Safe-class containment locker. Any experiments involving placing subjects into SCP-4363-A or transferring SCP-4363 to other information carriers are to be preliminarily agreed with the object's curator. Vinyl record containing SCP-4363 inside a testing chamber. Foundation-operated bot (I/O-INSOMNIAC) is to monitor the web for copies of SCP-4363 and associated anomalous effects. MTF Omega-31 ("Sticky Fingers") is tasked with investigating the received reports and removing media containing SCP-4363 to prevent its further spread, as well as capturing potential victims and distributors of the anomaly. Individuals affected by SCP-4363 are to reside in the medical wing of Site-224 and be put on artificial life-support. Individuals' condition is to be monitored by the Site's medical team, and their brain activity is to be analyzed with the use of special equipment. Description: SCP-4363 is a сognitohazardous audio recording consisting primarily of sounds of wind and echoing footsteps. Occasionally, other sounds can be heard as well. Examples include distant voices, fire crackling, and cries of crows. The amount and timestamps of these sounds vary on a case-by-case basis, from which it was concluded that the contents of SCP-4363 change slightly with each audition. SCP-4363 does not have a specific duration and will loop until stopped manually. Attempts to find sounds matching those reproduced by SCP-4363 in sound effect libraries resulted in failure. If a person falls asleep while listening to SCP-4363, they will enter a state similar to comatose (hereinafter referred to as SCP-4363-A). While in this state, the individual will experience remarkably vivid lucid dreams, with varying content with a number of details shared between all cases1 Individuals subjected to the anomalous effect during the same time period are able to perceive each other and communicate while in SCP-4363-A. Attempts to externally remove affected subjects always end in failure. However, the duration of SCP-4363's effect appears to be determined by the individuals themselves. Test subjects stated that thinking about leaving SCP-4363-A and concentrating on this thought caused them to awaken. For reasons unknown at this time, a small number of individuals entering SCP-4363-A2 are unable to leave it and remain under SCP-4363's effect indefinitely. Addendum 4363.1. Discovery Log: SCP-4363 was first discovered in a five-star hotel located in the town of ███████, Illinois. Foundation agents were pre-deployed to investigate due to an assumption that some of its residents were related to the GoI "Marshall, Carter and Dark" and possessed one or several anomalous items. At 24/06/2019, the Foundation discovered that the aforementioned residents were found in an unconscious state by hotel staff, who went to check their condition in the absence of any actions from them for a long period of time. All individuals were found lying on their beds inside of their respective rooms. In addition, vinyl records playing SCP-4363 were also found in each room. A total of five subjects affected by SCP-4363 were discovered, three of whom were subsequently identified as Senator ██████ ███, Archbishop ████████ ████ ██, and CEO of ██████████████ ███ Corporation; all confirmed clients of "Marshall, Carter, and Dark". The remaining two subjects located in a separate room were presumed representatives of the GoI. A few minutes after the Foundation agents arrived at the scene, a group of individuals, which had superiority in both numbers and firepower, entered the hotel. They were identified as members of the "Covenant": a private military company financed by MC&D. The parties managed to avoid a clash and conclude an agreement: the Foundation employees kept the vinyl records containing SCP-4363 in exchange for the return of subjects affected by the anomaly. The hotel staff and residents of the surrounding area were subsequently administered B-class amnestics. Addendum 4363.2. Experimentation Log: Following the discovery of SCP-4363's anomalous properties, an experiment to further explore SCP-4363-A was conducted. Four D-class employees (Designated as D-4363 from -1 to -4) with a history of practicing lucid dreaming and high memory retention according to the results of a preliminary test were selected. In order to maximize the quality of memories, all subjects were administered Y-class mnestics prior to the test and placed in a special chamber with equipment aimed at the analysis of the brain activity. Several minutes later, SCP-4363 started to play and the subjects were instructed to fall asleep. Following the subjects' awakening and subsequent interviewing, it was noted that their descriptions of the experience significantly differed from each other. D-4363-1's description D-4363-2's description D-4363-3's description D-4363-4's description Concept art of the location observed by D-4363-1. Subjects regain consciousness in a dark office room. Outdated typewriters, old-fashioned file cabinets, and an extensive pneumatic mail system are observed. D-4363-1 looks out the small window through which the outside area can be seen and concludes that it is night time and heavy rain falls outside. The view is obscured by the streams of water flowing down the glass, but the city lights suggest that the office is located in a very high building. Subjects further inspect the area. There are no light sources, except for the fading light from the windows. There are lamps in the room, but subjects are unable to find the switches. D-4363-1 notes that everything around seems gray and discolored. Individuals notice a person sitting at the table. Approaching, the subjects discover a body of a faceless white female humanoid reclined in a chair. Bright red lipstick is smeared across its face, and a sticking pencil sticks out of a wound in its throat. Old-fashioned plaid dress ripped at the chest and open wide. Near the table, subjects notice a humanoid body dressed in a business suit lying on the floor. Its head is fractured, multiple injuries are observed on its body, which rests beside a bloody typewriter. The subjects proceed and approach a door with the words "Director's office" on it. The translucent turbid glass contains cracks and a trail of impact. The other side of the window is stained in blood. Behind the door, subjects find the body of another female humanoid lying on the table. Its clothes are torn, many wounds are observed on its body, presumably inflicted by the stuck stationery such as pencils, compasses, and paper knives. On the gluteal area, there are traces of beating by a belt. The window in the room is broken. Subjects move forward and D-4363-1 accidentally trips over an inconspicuous wire on the floor connected to the record player mounted on the chair. The device is turned on and begins to play, subjects hear the sounds of female screams, hits, and a male voice shouting curses. Suddenly, with a loud noise, a capsule comes through a pneumatic tube. D-4363-1 opens it and finds a typed note with some the text crossed out by a pencil: > Dear Jane, I want to tell you, that the lawyers were able to completely disembowel Sturges company. So you will not have to play a part in this. The loan is completely repaid, but we will not be able to get anything from the percentage anymore. Wait for confirming documents from the accounting department and get back to me after getting them. I'm very busy and won't be able to care of them myself. I already told Gordon that I'm coming to that meeting. Director The subjects begin to hear the sound of running, coupled with heavy footsteps and rapid breathing. The sound echoes through the room, its source is unknown, but D-4363-1 observes that it is far and approaching. Subjects run out into the hall and see a man coming up the stairs on the opposite side of the room. The unknown individual is dressed in a business suit covered in blood and is holding a paper awl. The subject's face is hidden by a primitive mask made of several printed sheets pasted on the head with eye openings and a slit imitating smile. The unknown individual begins to silently approach the subjects. They run away to the opposite side of the hall, which has no end in sight. The chase continues for a considerable time, the office room with rows of tables seems endless to D-4363-1. The unknown individual is gradually approaching, catching up with the subjects despite walking at a remarkably slow speed. The end of the office hall becomes prominent, individuals observe a wall with a large number of elevator doors. D-4363-1 realizes that the group is cornered and attempts to open one of the doors, but fails. The masked individual quickly approaches the subjects, grabs D-4363-4 by the collar and stabs them several times in the stomach with a paper awl. D-4363-4 falls down and begins to scream while the blood starts pouring from their wounds. A moment later, several elevators arrive, their doors swing open, light from coming from inside of them illuminates the room. Groups of people dressed in black hats and cloaks, armed with pistols and shotguns, run out of each elevator. Each of them has a golden triangular police badge hanging on the belt. Policemen point the firearms at the masked subject and open fire. Office supplies and papers rise into the air from shots, typewriters and lamps are being torn into shreds. Unknown individual hides among the tables and begins to fire back with the revolver. Two policemen are killed, several more are injured, they are dragged to the elevator by their colleagues and sent to the lower floor. One of the individuals grabs D-4363-4, shouts something to them (D-4363-1 could not make out any words) and throws them into the elevator, then calls other test subjects. D-4363-1 enters along with other individuals, closes the door and presses the lever down. The shouting continues as the elevator descends into blackness. Concept art of the location observed by D-4363-2. Subjects regain consciousness during the night time on a spacious cobbled square, surrounded by many dilapidated buildings in the Gothic style. At the far end of the square is a gigantic white marble throne, which is far taller than all surrounding buildings. Subjects inspect the environment with delight. For an unknown reason, every step is echoing hollowly. Behind several Gothic buildings, a high tower with a cone-shaped roof is observed. Above it circles a large flock of birds. Blue light flashes with regular intervals behind the windows. Subjects begin to move toward the tower. The subjects are moving along the city's narrow cobbled streets. They then hear screaming and head toward the sound, discovering another smaller square near the tower. Hiding in the shade of the moonlight, the subjects look around. In the middle of the square, there is a huge pile of bodies consisting of people wearing medieval armor suits. The sound of the horn is heard, and a person clad in a suit of plate mail falls from the tower, crashing to the ground. A group of white, faceless humanoids in dark robes come up to their body, lift it with considerable strain and throw it into the pile. A small line of people in armor is visible near the entrance to the tower. Near them is another white humanoid dressed in a dark robe. The creature holds a long scroll in its hands and unintelligibly mumbles. The knight comes to it, bows his knee, leaves his sword against the wall and walks inside unarmed. Suddenly, the tower's windows are lit with a bright blue flash. The top of the structure is destroyed and a huge creature, visually similar to the hybrid of a crow and a dragon, flies out of it. The creature has a corvine head, dragon-like wings and tail, covered with black feathers, and huge clawed paws. Subjects begin to run along a wide street, stone blocks from a destroyed tower fall around them. The flying creature notices the subjects, hisses loudly and begins to chase them. The subjects dodge the creature's paws and try to hide from it in the city's alleys. After a series of turns and dead ends, the subjects enter the square, the only way out of which is blocked by the creature. The square is littered with mummified remains of white humanoids, as well as rusty swords, bows, and quivers. The creature charges forward and attempts to attack the subjects, injuring D-4363-4's face with one of its claws in the process. D-4363-4 falls to the ground and starts screaming. A moment later, with bright red flashes, a large group of unknown individuals appears near it. These persons are wearing purple robes with golden masks and high pointed headdresses. Unknown individuals are holding torches, metal staffs, and crystal spheres. Two of them are equipped with massive devices hanging in front, which rotate produce a sound similar to the howling of the wind. The individuals start to launch bolts of lightning and glowing orbs at the creature with the use of their staffs. The creature screams in pain, but then counterattacks by grabbing several people in robes into the sky and throwing them down. It then attempts to grab the rotating device with its beak but is driven back by the people with torches. A woman in a bright red robe approaches D-4363-4. She screams something at them (D-4363-2 could not make out any words) and makes incoherent gestures with her hands for a minute, after this a phenomenon visually similar to stereotypical portals appears near the subjects. The woman throws D-4363-4 into the portal which results in the subject disappearing. D-4363-2 sees the creature approaching them and quickly jumps into the portal, causing them to fall into the void. Concept art of the location observed by D-4363-3. Subjects regain consciousness near a massive wooden door, next to which there is a stand with the inscription "Welcome, 46th President of the United States of America!". Subjects enter the door and discover a large room visually similar to the US Congress conference room. All places are occupied by faceless, seemingly expired white humanoids. There is a burning smell in the air, D-4363-3 notes that it is hard to breathe. Subjects hear a roar in a distance. The floor and the walls begin to vibrate. Subjects move toward the sound, leave the hall and open the door, from which black smoke seeps out. Inside, they find a flaming room with a partially collapsed roof. D-4363-3 reports that the heat is almost unbearable. A stream of air rushes out of the room and carries out small burning pieces of paper that cause the fire to spread. Subjects begin to run down the corridor in search of a safe place. Behind their backs, there is a crackle of flames and sounds of collapsing structures. The subjects run toward a massive, glass door and find themselves in a spacious ballroom. The room is filled with white humanoids in formal costumes. A passing creature dressed as a waiter non-verbally offers subjects champagne from a tray. Subjects agree, and each one takes a glass. Present humanoids stand in groups and seem to be communicating by uttering an unintelligible "lowing". A nearby humanoid dressed in a uniform of Air Force general begins to twitch convulsively. It proceeds to do so for approximately a minute, after that the creature brings a glass of champagne to the part of the head where the mouth should be located. Putting the edge of the glass to its face, the creature tilts it and pours the drink onto its costume. At the far end of the hall is an orchestra of white creatures dressed in black tuxedos. In front of them, humanoids in evening dresses and costumes dance with each other. The room looks festive and decorated with ribbons and other attributes in blue-white-red tones. Black smoke begins to seep through the front door, but those present do not pay attention to it, continuing to dance and communicate with each other. Subjects finish their champagne and run to start moving to the far end of the hall. The only entrance to the hall through which they entered is enveloped in fire, the smoke begins to fill the room. Colorful ribbons on the ceiling ignite, fire engulfs everything around. Burning white humanoids run out of the smoke and fall down, twitching erratically. One of the entities approaches D-4363-4 and grabs him by the wrist. As a result, the subject's jumpsuit ignites, D-4363-4 starts to panic and makes several attempts to extinguish the fire, but fails. A moment later, ax blades appear from the wall and begin to vertically cut it with remarkable ease. Firefighters dressed in bright yellow gear and helmets labeled "O.F.D." start emerging from the slit. Subjects unwind the fire hoses and start extinguishing, flooding the room with water. Several firefighters experience troubles with breathing and fall on the floor, their colleagues run to them and drag them out of the room. Two more firefighters are crashed by falling fragments of the ceiling. The team leader then approaches D-4363-4, extinguishes the fire on their jumpsuit, screams something (D-4363-3 could not make out any words) at them and throws them into the slit. D-4363-3 runs toward the wall and attempts to make the slit larger by pulling the paperhangings, but trips over and falls into the void. Foreword: The following interview was conducted on 30\06\19, six days after the aforementioned test regarding SCP-4363's properties. While all three other members of the test group provided their versions of the experience within the first two days after the experiment, D-4363-4 was unable to do so. The following is the interview with D-4363-4 conducted by SCP-4363's current curator. Interviewed: D-4363-4 Interviewer: Dr. B. Bishop START LOG Dr. Bishop: Greetings, D-4363-4. Do you know why this interview was conducted? D-4363-4: I guess… It's about that dream, right? Dr. Bishop: Exactly. Several days ago you, along with three other subjects, were selected for an experiment with SCP-4363. After your dream has ended, you were required to describe what you saw, just like other test subjects did. In short, we need this information. D-4363-4: I… Can't remember, honestly. Dr. Bishop: But you should. You were administered a Class-Y mnestic. D-4363-4: I was administered who? Dr. Bishop: A drug that enhances your memory. You had to remember at least something. D-4363-4: Alright, I… Actually, I can recall something, but it's… Total gibberish. I don't even know how to explain it. Dr. Bishop: Try to do it. This information is needed for the research. D-4363-4 sighs. D-4363-4: Well, I recall that I and other guys saw some weird, very scary stuff. At first, we wake up inside some room, found someone's corpses… Dr. Bishop: Whose corpses exactly? D-4363-4: Yeah, I can't remember. It was like everything was constantly changing. You know, like it sometimes happens in dreams. One moment you see a gothic city, then some kind of office, then you smell burning. I was trying to concentrate on something, I swear. But I couldn't. And then… D-4363-4 shivers. D-4363-4: It's… This feeling is so uncomfortable, it's hard to even talk about it. It's like we saw something very, very scary. Send chills down my spine. I remember it approaching me, trying to do something to me. Something bad. Very bad. Dr. Bishop: I understand that it was unpleasant. But try to concentrate. What happened at the end of your dream? D-4363-4: I remember that this creature, or whatever it was, nearly got me, but then someone ran to me and helped. Some person… I think. Just threw me out of there and this feeling suddenly stopped. Dr. Bishop: Can you describe this person? D-4363-4: I would be glad to, but he… Or she… Was also changing. Their face, clothing, and everything around, it was all misty. I can't even remember their voice. I only recall that they were really mad and weren't very happy with us being there. Started to scream at me, said that we should get out and never come back. That they'll finish the job, and the Foundation has no business being there. Honestly, I didn't understand who they were talking about. After that… It felt like I fell down from a great high. Then I woke up. Dr. Bishop: Good. I thank you for your cooperation. Is that all? D-4363-4: Yes, but… Oh, wait, right. They said something else. Some phrase, but I don't recall what it was exactly. And I don't think it makes any sense. Dr. Bishop: We'll figure it out. Just tell me what you remember. D-4363-4: It was… Something about collaboration and keys, doctor. END LOG Footnotes 1. See Experimentation log. 2. See Discovery log. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4363" by AlanDaris and Arbelict, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4363. 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: VINYL.jpg Author: N/A License: CC0 Source Link: pxhere Filename: NOIR2.jpg Name: This historical photograph was provided by the Center for Disease Control's (CDC), National Institute for Occupational Safety and Health (NI Author: CDC/ Barbara Jenkins, NIOSH License: Public Domain Source Link: Public Domain Files Additional Notes: Image cropped and darkened. 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SCP-4364 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4364 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4364 is to be held in a standard humanoid containment chamber on a medical bed. Daily peripheral parenteral nutrition is to be administered via IV drip. Any and all food requested by SCP-4364 is to be provided immediately. In the event of SCP-4364 expiration, a full autopsy is to be performed and an exploration team dispatched into SCP-4364. Description: SCP-4364 is a 28 year old human male of West-African descent who answers to the name of Benjamin Foster. SCP-4364 is 1.8 meters tall and 34.5 kilograms in weight. Evidence of extreme malnourishment and malnutrition are present, including ribs visible through the skin, extreme lack of muscle mass, and low levels of energy. SCP-4364's appetite is self-described as 'insatiable' and it will spend most of its waking hours attempting to eat anything it considers to be edible. SCP-4364 has not suffered any expected ill-effects from consuming materials which would normally be hazardous to human health. Despite a near-constant intake of nutrition, SCP-4364 has consistently lost weight since entering containment. Induced vomiting to discover the contents of SCP-4364’s stomach revealed no food or partially digested material, only large amounts of bile and blood. SCP-4364 has numerous tattoos, most notably the animate ink figure positioned directly over its stomach. As SCP-4364 consumes food, this figure will take on a distended abdomen, grow in size, and attain a content expression. There appears to be no upper limit as to how large the tattoo can become aside from the actual mass of SCP-4364 itself, and it has frequently covered SCP-4364's other markings by overlapping them completely. Other tattoos present on SCP-4364 depict various numbers in what are assumed to be ratio values. These ratios are 23:20, 15:27, and 6:19-20. SCP-4364 also has a small tattoo of a sleeping panda bear on its right forearm. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4364" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4364. 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-4365 | safe | Item #: SCP-4365 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4365 is to be contained behind an electrical fence and patrolled by security personnel at all times. Any individuals attempting to gain access to SCP-4365 are to be apprehended, interrogated and administered amnestics as appropriate for their level of exposure and knowledge. Standard cover 'Condemned Building' is in effect. Description: SCP-4365 is a five-story1 building formerly known as the Redberry Hotel, located in Dernham, New Mexico. SCP-4365 displays no anomalous properties when ascending the floors of the building, or when descending it via elevator. However, when an individual descends the building's floors via the stairs, a range of anomalous phenomena will begin to manifest. When descending SCP-4365, subjects will disappear from the visual spectrum. This perceptual anomaly will continue until the subject has exited the building. Vanished individuals cannot be interacted with or detected in any way. For this reason it is believed that, upon descending, individuals are trans-located to an extradimensional space existing alongside SCP-4365. Further phenomena that the individual experiences is variable, generally increasing in intensity the further they descend from their initial location, but has been known to include auditory and visual hallucinations, the appearance of superficially human organisms and the manifestation of various ursine entities. In the majority of cases, the individual is able to leave the extradimensional space upon exiting the building, but approximately thirty individuals to date have failed to return following exploration attempts. Exploration Log 4365 On 23/06/2019, D-39993 was equipped with video streaming equipment and instructed to descend SCP-4365 via the stairs from the top floor. Dr. Hunt and Dr. Carè conducted observation for this exploration attempt. <Begin Log> (D-39993 descends to the fourth floor and, from the point of view of security escorts, disappears. Video shows no initial difference from D-39993's point of view. He stops walking momentarily as he reaches a hallway. Entrances to hotel rooms line each wall.) D-39993: Uh, hello? You guys, um … can you guys still hear me? Dr. Hunt: Yes, I can hear you. How're things on your end? (Pause.) D-39993: Um, well, kind of normal. I mean, it's just a hotel, I've not seen anything weird yet. Am I supposed to see something weird? Dr. Hunt: We, ah, we don't expect you to see anything too spectacular yet. Just keep moving through the hotel for now - and descend via the stairs to the next floor down once you reach it. D-39993: Yeah, yeah, sure, of course. That's all? (Pause.) Dr. Hunt: That's all, yes. Just… D-39993: Just…? Dr. Hunt: Before you go for the stairs, we'd like you to just check one of the hotel rooms. See if there's anything in … see if there's anything strange going on with them. (Pause.) D-39993: Uh, okay? (D-39993 moves towards the nearest hotel room and tries the door. The handle doesn't budge, and despite trying to open it for nearly thirty seconds D-39993 is unable to open it.) D-39993: Uh, sorry man, but… (A low growl is audible from the other side of the door.) D-39993: Yeah, uh, no. (D-39993 begins quickly walking towards the stairs.) <End Log> <Begin Log> (D-39993 descends to the third floor. As he exits the stairwell, a male individual dressed as a hotel employee2 walks past him. D-39993 reaches out to the employee.) D-39993: Oh, uh, uh excuse me! (The employee turns around and smiles.) Employee: Oh, sorry sir, I didn't see you there. Is there something I can do for you? D-39993: (to Dr. Hunt) What should I … what should I ask him? Employee: What should you … um, well, I think that's rather up to you, isn't it? (laughs) With no disrespect meant, of course. (Pause.) Dr. Hunt: Ask him about himself. His name, at least. D-39993: Oh, uh, what's your … Employee: Are you looking for the continental breakfast? D-39993: No, I - Employee: This way, please, sir. (The employee walks down the hallway. After a moment, D-39993 follows.) (The employee leads D-39993 into a large dining room3. Approximately sixty individuals of varying appearance and age are sat throughout the dining room, pouring honey onto themselves out of sauce boats. D-39993 stops.) D-39993: Uh. (The employee turns to face him.) Employee: Something wrong, sir? You must be hungry this time of night, right? D-39993: It's three in the afternoon. Employee: Yes, you must be hungry. Are you okay? Do you need to me to get a doctor or something? You're acting very strange. (Pause.) D-39993: No, no, I'm fine, I'm just not … I'm just not hungry, you know? Employee: You're sure? D-39993: Yeah. Employee: Well, suit yourself. (All individuals present bar D-39993 and the employee begin partaking in auto-cannibalism, particularly on the parts of their bodies where they had previously poured honey. No bleeding is visible during this process. D-39993 screams loudly and stumbles backwards, falling to the floor. As the camera looks back up, further honey is visible pouring from the ceiling. When this additional honey falls on the humanoid entities, their auto-cannibalism increases in fervor.) Employee: You're still welcome to grab a bite, sir. Are you sure you're okay? D-39993: What the fuck are you doing?! Employee: (audibly confused) This is normal, sir. It's the continental breakfast, yes? (D-39993 scrambles to his feet and begins running towards the stairwell.) <End Log> <Begin Log> (D-39993 reaches the second floor and collapses against the wall, knocking a small teddy bear aside. He begins hyperventilating.) D-39993: What the fuck? What the fuck? Dr. Hunt: Hello, D-39993, can you hear me? D-39993: Yeah I can hear you, what the fuck was that? Dr. Hunt: You were warned there could be some unsettling phenomena. D-39993: They were fucking eating themselves, man! (Pause.) Dr. Hunt: Yes, ah, yes they were. D-39993: Jesus… (Pause.) Dr. Hunt: I realize that wasn't the most, ah, pleasant experience, but we really do have to proceed with the exploration. D-39993: (sighs) Just give me a minute, okay? (Pause. One minute passes.) Dr. Hunt: Are you okay now? D-39993: (getting up) Fine, fine! Jesus. One more floor, right? Dr. Hunt: Yes. Once you leave through the front doors, the exploration will be over. D-39993: Alright. Just one more floor. (D-39993 opens the door and enters a hallway. An organism resembling a skinned grizzly bear is visible on the other end of the hallway. It looks at D-39993 for a moment, nods, then turns and walks out of sight. Due to its exposed musculature and organs, it leaves a substantial trail of blood and what appears to be honey behind it.) (Pause.) D-39993: Which way are the stairs? Dr. Hunt: Could you possibly take a look at the hotel rooms on this level? D-39993: No. (D-39993 begins moving towards the stairs. A roar is audible in the distance. D-39993 begins quickly moving towards the stairs.) <End Log> <Begin Log> (At this point in the exploration, observation became unstable for as-of-yet unknown reasons. Video contact was reestablished several minutes into the exploration of the first floor. D-39993 is walking through what appears to be a hallway. All surfaces are covered with thick brown fur and are pulsating softly.) D-39993: - uh, don't know if you can hear me, but there's definitely a heartbeat. Yeah, I can, uh, can feel it through my feet. Gross. Dr. Hunt: D-39993? D-39993: Oh! Hello, hello! Can you hear me? Dr. Hunt: Yes, I can hear you. Are you okay? D-39993: No, no, no I'm not okay! What happened? Dr. Hunt: We're not, ah, we're not quite sure, yet. It looks to be a bug with our recording systems, though, nothing to really worry about. Where are you right now? (Pause.) D-39993: Just a … just a hallway, I think. God knows why it looks like this, though. Can't get into any of the rooms, either, so don't fucking ask. Dr. Hunt: Alright. I have to say, I'm surprised you haven't proceeded to the exit by now. (Camera shakes.) D-39993: Oh, you're surprised? You're surprised? Guess what, friend, I'm fucking surprised too because I've been to the exit and it doesn't fucking open either! (Pause.) Dr. Hunt: Ah. D-39993: Yeah, yeah, ah. What am I supposed to do? Can't you guys, I dunno, come in and get me? Your soldiers can handle a bear, right? You've got guns and shit. Dr. Hunt: I'll, uh, I'll see about that - but for the moment, I'm being told there's an alternate exit through the building's basement. If it's alright with you, it might be best to check that place before we launch a rescue. (Pause.) D-39993: You … you want me to go even lower? Dr. Hunt: Ah, uh, yes. Are you okay with that? (Pause.) D-39993: No. (D-39993 begins quietly moving towards the basement stairs.) <End Log> <Begin Log> (No video is available for this log - the reason for this is currently unknown, with damage to the equipment and inconsistent signal having been proposed as possible explanations. A faint gurgling sound is audible. D-39993 is speaking with an unknown male.) Unknown: What are you looking at? D-39993: Your … your face, man. Sorry. (Pause.) Unknown: Oh. That's my son - I love him. Do you love him? D-39993: That's … I … Unknown: Are you okay? You seem kind of freaked out. D-39993: This is - this is fucking batshit, man. Unknown: No, this is normal. (laughs) Are you okay? (Pause.) D-39993: I - Unknown: Are you okay? Hey man, are you okay? You're acting kind of bizarre. (Audio cuts for approximately five minutes and fifty-five seconds. When it returns, the sound of birdsong is barely audible.) D-39993: (laughs) Oh, I get it! <End Log> Due to his failure to reappear outside out of SCP-4365, D-39993 is currently considered missing in action. Interview 4365-1: Interview conducted with former Redberry Hotel employee Samuel Lawrence. <Begin Log> Mr. Lawrence: So, what did you guys wanna talk about? This is kinda sudden, you, uh, you know? If I'm, you know, if I'm trouble for anything - Agent Marke: No, no, nothing like that. We just need to ask you a few questions. Mr. Lawrence: Well, uh, shoot, I guess. I mean, ask the questions. Agent Marke: You worked at a place called the Redberry Hotel a few years back, is that right? (Pause.) Mr. Lawrence: Well, sure, I think it was called that. I just did some cleaning for them. Why? Agent Marke: We're looking into some reports of strange phenomena going on at the hotel. Did you ever experience anything like that during your time there? Mr. Lawrence: Strange phenomena…? Oh. Oh! Is this for, like, a ghost hunting show? (Pause.) Agent Marke: Yes. Mr. Lawrence: Oh, nice. Will I be on TV? Agent Marke: Can't rule it out. So, did you see anything strange during your time there? Mr. Lawrence: Uh … uh, lemme just think about it for a sec. Weird stuff … weird stuff … (laughs) I can't actually think of anything … just normal stuff, you know? Will I still get to be on TV? Agent Marke: Do the words 'continental breakfast' mean anything to you? Mr. Lawrence: Yeah, that's where everyone pours honey and eats themselves. (Pause.) Mr. Lawrence: (laughs) What, you've never had a continental breakfast? Agent Marke: I … I see. One, uh, one other thing. (Agent Marke produces a photograph of the ursine entity recorded during Exploration 4365 and places it on the table.) Agent Marke: Do you recognize this at all? Mr. Lawrence: Yeah, that's the animal thing. The, uh, the big dog that walks around, yeah? (Pause.) Agent Marke: That's a … that's a bear, isn't it? Mr. Lawrence: A bear? (laughs) What the fuck's a bear? <End Log> Footnotes 1. The building also has a basement. 2. Analysis of the footage shows no matches in any facial databases for this individual. 3. This room does not exist within the actual third floor. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4365" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4365. 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-4366 | euclid | Fig 1.1: Deceased specimen of SCP-4366 (inspection by Dr. Qantim, pictured). ✖ Item #: SCP-4366 Special Containment Procedures: Due to the social nature of SCP-4366, instances in the wild are to remain in the forests of Reykjavík, Iceland and have reduced social interaction beyond its own species. A field of exclusion, disguised as a strict No-Hunting nature reserve, has been set up surrounding the Elliðaárdalur valley. Any large, shining objects are to be kept away from these forests due to the risk of SCP-4366 instances taking them away. Description: SCP-4366 are a species of large avian organisms believed to be one of the few species ever recorded to have developed antimemetic camouflage1 as a way to ward off predators, giving the species a better chance at survival. However, this perceptual camouflage goes away upon expiration of the organism. The species is native and endemic to the forests of the Elliðaárdalur valley in Reykjavík, Iceland. SCP-4366 is currently the largest flying species on record and is believed to have been around since the Pleistocene epoch2. SCP-4366 organisms range from black to dark brown in coloration, have a wingspan of over 6.8 to 7.2 meters, and weighs 98 to 127 kg. The species has a pseudo beak and six eyes with three on each side of the head. SCP-4366 lacks the need to eat, drink, or sleep, but breathe through gills located on the underside of the wings which are capable of diffusing sound; presumably to decrease chances of getting caught by predators. They are capable of taking in Nitrogen from the atmosphere and converting it into Oxygen as a waste product. SCP-4366 are capable of vocalization. Sounds made from SCP-4366 organisms are made at a higher frequency than humans are capable of hearing and have no anomalous properties.3 Vocalizations are described as high-pitched "purring" and clicking noises which seem to indicate a form of communication between other SCP-4366 instances. SCP-4366 have also been known to take large objects that reflect light. The reason for this is unknown4. Addendum 4366.01: Memo regarding SCP-4366's biology Access File_4366.01 Access Granted. =Warning: Top Secret= Foundation Site-98/4366 Confidential The following information below is exclusive to those working under the operation of the Department of Extradimensional Anomalies. Fig 1.2: Microscopic analysis of SCP-4366's cells taken from the expired subject (pictured above). SCP-4366 is one of the few species alive and known to us today that have developed strong antimemetic camouflage as an adaptation against predators. What we don't know is why their vitals are all wrong: Their anatomical structure, biochemical processes, and physiology are all wrong. Working alongside Dr. Phoenix, we discovered that SCP-4366 shares the same DNA sequence with birds; specifically, Corvus corax varius: The Icelandic Raven. None of it makes much sense, why would they share the same DNA match but look radically different? The answer is simple: They're not from our Earth. No, no, they're not extraterrestrial. Instead, they originate from a higher echelon of existence. Let me explain: The subatomic particles that make up our universe vibrate at a certain speed. We call this "Dimensional Frequency" as the higher the frequency or vibration, the higher up the particles are in dimension. The cellular structure of SCP-4366 vibrates much, much higher than our baseline frequency. If you were to make matter from our universe vibrate at this speed, the object would slowly cease to exist at the subatomic level. But the same process doesn't occur here. No cellular degeneration. This matter is specialized to vibrate at this speed, as does all matter in our world in our dimension. But this only raises more questions… how did these things get here in the first place? Matter with a lower dimensional constant shouldn't be able to perceive entities of higher dimensions and vice-versa. It's impossible. Hell, it should be impossible. I'm going to submit a formal request to take in the project. It's fascinating, but even as it exists, this is pretty anomalous even for a regular anomaly. - Dr. MacWarren, Department Head Addendum 4366.02: Object of Interest INPUT L5 CLEARANCE CODE/4366/EYES ONLY CLEARANCE CODE ACCEPTED =Warning: Top Secret= Foundation Site-98/4366 Confidential The following information below is exclusive to those working under the operation of the Department of Extradimensional Anomalies. Fig 1.3: Object of Interest recovered near the northeastern fence of the exclusion zone. Date: November 3, 2019 History: On 11/03/19, during a routine inspection of SCP-4366's exclusion zone, MTF Lambda-4 Agent Brown discovered a reflective metallic object poking out from under the ground near the northeastern side of the zone. Agent Brown sent a recovery crew to unearth the object out of protocol that any SCP-4366 flying overhead would notice the shining object and attempt to remove it; damaging the zone's fence in the process. Description of Object: Upon recovery of the object, it was noted to possess technology found in Scranton-Marlowe Topology Stabilizers (SMTS) and Scranton Reality Anchors (SRA). The rest of the object's contents appear to serve an unknown function. As the object itself was deemed non-functioning, it was dismantled and later identified to be similar in design to a Gears-Morgan Dimensional Frequency Stabilizer; A device designed to stabilize the vibrational frequencies in exotic matter. Currently in its conceptual stage of development as part of Project STEPPING STONE under the supervision of the project's lead directors, Dr. Charles Gears and Dr. Terrence Morgan5. Further inspection of the object shows that it was capable of processing subatomic particles and ejecting them under different qualities. An impossibility thought as plausible based on the theories and works of Dr. Hume, despite the amount of energy needed and the limitations of current developing technologies that are required to do so. Further research into the properties of the device and how it ended up inside SCP-4366's enclosure is still ongoing. Footnotes 1. For more information relating to the anomalous nature and adaptation of living organisms, see Aers, Woedenaz, Phoenix & Qantim (2011). "That's Not How Evolution Works, Right?" SCP Foundation Journal of Antimemetics and Informational Hazards, 44(3), p657-719. 2. The geological epoch which lasted from 2,588,000 to 11,700 years ago, and the sixth epoch of the Cenozoic Era. 3. Frequency was compared to that of SCP-4340, another anomaly related to forest avians. 4. Due to their perceptual camouflage, objects taken by SCP-4366 organisms are often described as "flying, floating lights" or UFOs. 5. Further information regarding the technological applications of this device are classified under O5 Command. |
SCP-4367 | safe | SCP-4367 Item #: SCP-4367 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4367 is kept suspended using a gyroscope which prevents any of its sides from making contact with another surface. This mechanism is situated inside a containment locker located at Site-77. Any container used to store or transport SCP-4367 must be capable of withstanding earthquakes measuring up to 7.0 on the Richter scale. All physical handling of SCP-4367 is to be performed using mechanical assistance. Description: SCP-4367 is a six sided die which alters local probabilities when it is rolled. The exact scope of its effect is not fully understood, but does not appear to be substantial. The feeling of using SCP-4367 in the context of being thrown has been described as “satisfying” and a generally pleasant action to perform. The surface of SCP-4367 is translucent apart from symbolic engravings on each of its sides. These symbols are arranged similarly to the appearance of a standard six-sided die configuration. In order of quantity the emblems are a lightning bolt, two snowflakes, three drops of water, four brown circles, five red triangles, and six waving lines radiating from the center of that side. A pamphlet found alongside SCP-4367 describes numerous potential effects which may occur after rolling. Utilizing flowery language and alluding to various aspects of mysticism, each side of the die is ascribed multiple and occasionally overlapping properties. Opening Page ENERGY SERENITY PURITY STABILITY RIGHTEOUSNESS DIVINITY ODD ENERGY DISSEMBLER We have known since ancient times of powers of magnetism and dowsing in Binding on our souls and intwined to the natural forces of the Universe. Living weighs the soul down and throws open the doors to a rushing ever-present living space pulling predicting movement and flowing in all manner of random directions. This leaflet companion piece will ensure that pulling on the strings which bind everything to material places will not lead to your eradication, but emancipation. ENERGY is used by universal actors in pursuit of SERENITY. When we speak of ENERGY it is too often in the wrapper of objectivist material concepts like battery. School textbooks describe ENERGY in wholly pedestrian terms. Lightning bolts are singular moments of natural history. Some people feel as though ENERGY can be defined through these physical terms. Those who know better can talk of ENERGY as the power of the universe flowing through time and space to strike suddenly and severely upon the limited space of worlds which we can see. The Sun links ENERGY through to DIVINITY and from that space all those walking on life's stage are able to ascend if they can let go of their preconceived notions. SERENITY means peace in all things, calm balance amid a tilting universe. At the center of all emotional and physical turbulence is an eye which all of our focus must be placed into for our best chance of being the very best. Two snowflakes can never look the same. All of the millions of actors in a blizzard of bits must each complement the other while staying unique. Existing briefly they have found perfect SERENITY and worrying is never inherently present in a snowstorm. SERENITY rolls reflect on the peace of users. Inner strifes will come out as a material focus from a hopefully peaceful intent. Let the world pass by with calm contemplation. Hysterical tears and bubbling weeps bring PURITY through the shedding of negative emotions and distressing memories. Purity is not removing the darkness or exorcising all demons but the process of coming to terms with our own bad blood. Three droplets of water refresh like a shower with pain dripping off our legs down a dirty drain. Gone from life is the wretched ENERGY which counteracted every motivation and desire with inertia until material desires were all that remained! PURITY washes away everything which we fear to accept along with what we have accepted out of fear. Cleansing water bursts the dam of self-denying decrees and sweeps the roller towards their complete self-actualization. STABILITY is four brown circles, possibly symbolizing stone. SERENITY and PURITY come before STABILITY, all powered by ENERGY. Once one is passed others must soon follow. They will all come together when they go. Once the absence of Counterweights is undertaken a whole self is centered at their middle point of the universe. Anywhere can be the middle of the universe if ENERGY is present. Free from gravity rising without hinderance. Material and baggage of the mind dusted like bundt cake. Soar free in the same spot as all else moves around searching forever. Five triangular embers of RIGHTEOUSNESS, the first red signs of mastered intellect. Choose to let the red seeds burn up your mind of all falsehoods labored within mortal experience. The heat is the penultimate form of ENERGY exerting universal natural force upon your being. Physically present but spiritually the limitations are burned away. Truth And Justice are present without need for catching lies. Seeing clearly all which was fogged before. Every atom of your being is vibrating to every corner of the universe unless through conduit with the conductors of natural force ENERGY STABILITY SERENITY PURITY sling the strings of being back to retract at your center. DIVINITY is not perfection. Six crooked lines surrounding an empty center. Every point a step so steep that even taxing every ounce of ENERGY in the universe may not bring a DIVINITY status closer to actual being. Not without luck and chance. Others who still vibrate pick up on DIVINITY inherently and will submit to those with such radiant PURITY that their gleaming energy may blind even those who cannot see aura ENERGY exploding from every pore. All of these results are to be Respected. Do not take the powers of Natural Force as a parlor trick. These changes are FOREVER. The originator of SCP-4367 and the associated pamphlet is not known. Agent Albert Montoya reported experiencing temporary cessation of his gravitational connection to the earth while cleaning out a deceased family member's home1. This led to SCP-4367 being discovered and contained. No other item associated with the estate has shown any anomalous properties and it is unknown how Agent Montoya's relative came to possess it. Notably, no user of SCP-4367 has ever reported feeling as though SCP-4367 was rolled unfairly or improperly. Addendum: SCP-4367 diagnostics testing log. Procedure: Tester rolls SCP-4367 in a controlled test chamber, then remains for one hour before exiting the testing area. Any effects or events instigated by utilizing SCP-4367 are recorded and analyzed. Devices for measuring air pressure, temperature, local radiation levels and other events which may otherwise be difficult to detect have been allocated at the discretion of the Supervising Researcher. Personnel: Junior Researcher Darlene Penny, Junior Researcher Cindy Lou Supervising Researcher: Brian Cohen. Test Battery Experiment A Subject: Junior Researcher Lou supervised by Junior Researcher Penny. Procedure: Junior Researcher Lou rolls the dice, which momentarily spins on one of its points before landing on the lightning bolt2 icon. Results: No immediate changes in the environment or atmosphere noted. During a review of collecting data, audio recordings from the inside of the test chamber were not present. Recorder was subsequently noted to be defective and was repaired. Analysis: - It could have been human error. Should we be more closely controlling for how it's rolled? If it affects probability we'll probably be taking as much chance out of the equation as possible to erase the potential for coincidence. There were no voltage spikes or magnetic pulses or anything else that might've corrupted the data. But I saw myself turn the machine on. Hopefully we'll get a repeat to compare this one to. — J.R. Penny - Speculation isn't evidence. Occam's razor, until we get some consistency it's more likely that the technician mishandled the equipment. — J.R. Lou Note: Mechanical drone subsequently requisitioned for testing purposes Test Battery Experiment D Subject: RC Drone, with Junior Researcher Penny and Junior Researcher Lou supervising. Procedure: The drone shakes SCP-4367 for thirty seconds before dropping it. The three water droplets3 icon is rolled Results: Fire extinguishing sprinklers in the control room ceiling were errantly activated, causing both attending researchers to evacuate the chamber. Malfunction was determined to be because of excess dust which was stirred by their activity. Testing suspended early. Analysis: - Fool me once, twice, thrice, all that. I was expecting to maybe see some water or the reported gravitational reversal, which has not recurred. But things are happening. I feel like this one should count. Based on the material, it's highly plausible that our shower could have been part of its effect. — J. R. Penny - I'm not sure how likely that is. On the other hand, given what we're working with I can't prove you wrong. We'll just have to re-review this one at the end of the testing battery. — J.R. Lou Test Battery Experiment F Subject: RC Drone, with Junior Researcher Penny and Junior Researcher Lou supervising. Procedure: The drone shakes SCP-4367 for thirty seconds before dropping it. The face with five red triangles4 icons is rolled. Results: Approximately fifteen minutes into the test, J. R. Lou received a personal text communication and was excused from the testing chamber. No other unusual events were recorded by the testers or sensors. Analysis: - I feel this is our strongest and most significant effect so far. Unusual how it doesn't even seem to be noticing the drone. Perhaps we should find a more remote testing area. Many future avenues to explore. So when the manual describes the purification, it's applicable to my colleague in her situation. That being said, conflating personal experience with the supernatural is an easy trap to fall into. I'm feeling bullish about continued good results for our experiments. — J. R. Penny - The 'just-so-happens' element is becoming a pattern. Monitoring equipment for the chamber itself may be necessary, as the anomaly appears to be able to affect the subject(s) initiating the rolling even if they are not physically present. Double-blind testing for a future battery of tests may be necessary to fully quantify the object's anomalous properties The text was significant because I was waiting for the results of a lab test. I felt relief which was personally significant. I see my colleague's logic and find it reasonable. I would still have trouble correlating this to our testing. — J. R. Lou Test Battery Experiment AA Subject: RC Drone, with Junior Researcher Penny and Junior Researcher Lou supervising. Procedure: The drone shakes SCP-4367 for thirty seconds before dropping it. The face with six radiant curved lines5 is rolled. Results: No results were noted during any portion of the test. On the same day, air conditioning/filtration in the testing wing had an unscheduled shutdown due to failures in scheduled maintenance routines6. Analysis: - This seems like the most direct correlation yet, and it's also expanding scope in both time and space. This escalation might mean we should suspend testing if anything more serious happens. Or is this already serious enough? — J. R. Penny - It could have happened at any time. So why now? Losing air power on the side which looks like wind is coincidental, but we're following the thread which says that it's not. Does that make it our fault if people have heatstroke downstairs, but this could all be just a big coincidence. I will not undermine Penny's work but I would like to officially note my uncertainty in continuing. — J.R Lou Note: Continuation of testing authorized by Researcher Cohen Test Battery Experiment AD Subject: RC Drone, with Junior Researcher Penny and Junior Researcher Lou supervising. Procedure: The drone shakes SCP-4367 for thirty seconds before dropping it. The lightning bolt7 symbol is the result. Results: No results were recorded in or in relation to the test chamber on this day. During the next day of the experiment, as the drone was shaking SCP-4367, a malfunction with the rolling mechanism caused SCP-4367 to fall out of the recording area. The dice result was not recorded. Review of testing and observation chamber surveillance records showed no abnormalities. Results: N/A Analysis: - In concluding the initial test battery, I think there's several options to pursue in subsequent testing. I have many other suggestions for what these tests could entail which will be included in my follow-up report. — J. R. Penny - Even when serviced, broken equipment is more likely than new machines to break down. All the parts in it were just as old as the part that brought everything down. So in a sense this could be expected but we can't take absence of evidence as further signs that something is happening. Nothing happening means the only significant takeaway we can glean is the skip had no effect this time. How widespread are the alterations we make to odds if it spreads through time and space? Why is the Foundation playing with fire? — J.R. Lou >Level 3 Clearance Required - Accessing... Relevant Confidential Personnel Documentation< >Access Granted< Addendum: Re-Assignment Request Form FROM: Junior Researcher Cindy Lou TO: Assistant Director of Human Resources Mary Guild To whom it may concern, I am requesting transfer from the SCP-4367 project. This has nothing to do with Junior Researcher Penny, who has been a pleasure to work with. I am the only reason this transfer is necessary. From everything I've learned about the Foundation there's no end to the layers of its operations. I've come to accept that I was working for the void and might have to look one day. I didn't think I would see the void in a die. The sprinklers coming on as I was leaving the building on the same day that we rolled the water droplets in testing instigated my first panic attack since college. Maybe they always came on at that time and I never noticed, maybe it was a programming error, either way I spent the rest of the night wide-awake fighting invasive odds and probabilities. Every time the drone rolled fire I would inevitably burn myself at some point during the day. From spilling coffee to singeing my arms as I took dinner from the oven, I wasn't finding any way to avoid thinking about the chances. No matter how hard I wanted to believe my skeptical side, I couldn't distance myself from the thought that maybe there was really something to that die. I ran into a friend who had moved cross country at a local coffee shop. The conversation was natural and light, it brought me a sense of peace at the time, but once alone I came to the horrible realization. The last, unrecorded roll, must have been snowflakes. The SERENITY the conversation brought, and the worry that disappeared. I know it was snowflakes, I know it was. I can't stop spiraling. Every time I reach for a cup, I must think to myself, "What are the odds of this spilling?" Going to bed, I wonder what my chances are of a fire starting in my home while I sleep. Instead of sleep I'm looking up spreadsheets to see how likely it is my father succumbs to heart disease before next year. Actions that I once did autonomously now force me to ponder the statistical odds of the unthinkable. I cannot continue like this. These feelings are not rational, and I know that it is all extremely circumstantial. I'm sorry for any inconvenience or problems this causes anyone else. I've tried to keep a professional distance between work and my personal life but it's all bleeding together and I don't know how to fix it here. Respectfully Junior Researcher Cindy Lou Footnotes 1. Analysis of debriefing interview indicates Agent Montoya may have gained forward momentum in this incident by losing his footing on debris. 2. ENERGY 3. PURITY 4. RIGHTEOUSNESS 5. DIVINITY 6. Maintenance procedures are now undergoing routine auditing. 7. ENERGY ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4367" by rewrire by Anonymous, jinjja, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4367. 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-4368 | safe | close Info X SCP-4368: To Sleep, Perchance to See by Kybard; author's page Item #: SCP-4368 SCP-4368. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4368 is suspended within a zero-gravity cage inside a Site-64 storage locker. Description: SCP-4368 is a prosthetic adult human eye with a blue iris, composed solely of medical-grade plastic acrylic. Approximately 18 times per minute, SCP-4368 spontaneously generates and subsequently collapses a localized wormhole, designated SCP-4368-1, which matches its approximate circumference. SCP-4368 cannot be observed while SCP-4368-1 is present. SCP-4368-1 has a measurable effect on spacetime, though the severity of this effect appears to be minor as long as sustained physical contact with SCP-4368 is avoided. Along with SCP-4368-1, SCP-4368 exhibits a variety of relatively predictable behaviors, noted in the test log below. 4368-001, 2019/07/16: Light sensitivity. D-15002 is instructed to grasp SCP-4368 in her right index finger and thumb and to raise it toward the test chamber's overhead lamp. SCP-4368-1 increases dramatically in frequency and duration. The test is concluded after D-15002 complains of severe discomfort in her fingers. Medical examination reveals the loss of epidermal and dermal layers of skin. After the test, SCP-4368-1 returns to baseline frequency and duration. 4368-002, 2019/07/17: Oral stimulation. D-14051 attempts to converse with SCP-4368. SCP-4368's iris turns toward D-14051 during speech, but is otherwise unresponsive regardless of tone or substance. 4368-003-01, 2019/07/21: Visual stimulation. D-15065 waves a pencil back and forth within SCP-4368's field of view. During initial testing, SCP-4368 successfully follows the pencil's movement for an extended duration. Future tests are less successful; by test iteration 4368-003-06, SCP-4368 ignores the pencil entirely. SCP-4368 now turns away from any D-class personnel who enter the room carrying a pencil. 4368-004-01, 2019/08/12: Audiovisual stimulation. D-14762 wheels a cart containing a Foundation-issued laptop into the room and plays a live feed of a television news channel. SCP-4368 watches the broadcast for ten minutes, then turns away. As with 4368-003, the length of SCP-4368's focus on the broadcast lessens over time; by iteration 4368-004-11, SCP-4368 will not turn to face the laptop screen. 4368-005-1, 2019/08/14: Memory retention. D-15065 enters the room with a pencil from 003 testing placed in his breast pocket. SCP-4368-1 drops to near-undetectable frequency, and SCP-4368 tracks D-15065's movement throughout the room, but SCP-4368 is otherwise unresponsive until D-15065 leaves the room. Further 005 tests elicit no response, as with 003 testing. 4368-006-001, 2019/08/18: Complex visual stimulation. D-15091 opens a book1 in front of SCP-4368. SCP-4368-1 frequency increases for several seconds, then slows dramatically. During this time, SCP-4368 follows lines of text on the page with its iris. After two minutes, SCP-4368-1 frequency rises again. After D-15091 is instructed to turn the page, frequency drops once more. After the success of 4368-006-001, project lead Dr. Serling initiated a regular regimen of similar tests using a variety of texts from the Site-64 library. During the initial phase of successful 4368-006 testing, SCP-4368's general responsiveness grew tremendously, with typical behaviors including quickly turning towards any person entering the test chamber and more rapid SCP-4368-1 generation in the presence of testing personnel (until presented with a book). NOTE: A one-page reference guide, detailing previously used books and SCP-4368's apparent literature preferences, is available at the Site-64 library's front desk. D-class personnel who assist in 4368-006 tests may select any book based on this reference guide or their own personal taste. UPDATE, 2019/10/12: During 4368-006-503, Dr. Serling noted apparent cloudiness in and desaturation of SCP-4368's iris. This corresponded with a decrease in overall responsiveness and a marked, progressive increase in the duration of higher-frequency SCP-4368-1 generation when presented with pages from any book. This progression culminated in the behavior change noted during test 4368-006-527: 4368-006-527, 2019/10/24. D-15602 places a book2 in front of SCP-4368. SCP-4368-1 frequency drops to its lowest recorded level and remains there for 10 minutes. After this, SCP-4368-1 frequency returns to baseline, and SCP-4368 turns away from the book. A saline solution, designated SCP-4368-2, forms at the edges of SCP-4368. This solution dematerializes whenever SCP-4368-1 is generated and gradually reappears after SCP-4368-1 collapses. 4368-006 tests after this point have displayed minimal responsiveness and the frequent, but inconsistent, generation of SCP-4368-2. As of 4368-006-560, per Dr. Serling's recommendation, all site staff are to be reassigned from testing, and SCP-4368 is to be kept in its storage locker until a more productive line of experimentation is proposed. Discovery: SCP-4368 was retrieved in Colby, Kansas, by a MTF Lambda-5 "White Rabbits" team sent in response to an intercepted 9-1-1 call placed from the open-casket funeral of Mr. Henry Bemis. Following retrieval, a clean-up team administered amnestics and re-enacted the funeral service with a duplicate body. A copy of Mr. Bemis's obituary follows for archival purposes. HENRY "HANK" BEMIS, AGE 76, a lifelong Colby resident and librarian, died on Wednesday, July 10, 2019, at Colby General Hospital. He is survived by his wife, Mary Ann, and by a large and loving community of friends, neighbors, and library patrons. To Colby residents, Hank Bemis and the public library were practically synonymous. Since 1981, Hank had been a fixture at the Colby Public Library, recommending his favorites — Poe, Asimov, Chandler — to young newcomers and old friends alike. Even after glaucoma stole his sight in 2010, he and patrons alike took joy in his uncanny recollection of so many cherished tales. Through it all, Hank's grin was irrepressible, from Thursday nights in the main hall reciting "Lenore," to Mondays in the study room telling kindergartners about the glitzy life and times of F. Scott Fitzgerald. At home, where his bookshelves nearly matched the library's, Hank was quiet but always a strong and loving presence. His warmth will forever fill the air at his and Mary Ann's home. Though Hank's corrective lens surgery ended in tragedy, his family takes solace knowing he spent his final conscious moments filled with hope and excitement at the possibility of once more seeing the words of The Raven or The Big Sleep on the pages of his many well-tended tomes. In lieu of flowers, donations may be sent to the Colby Public Library. Footnotes 1. The Tell-Tale Heart and Other Stories, by Edgar Allan Poe. 2. Moby Dick by Herman Melville, previously shown to provoke a strong response. |
SCP-4369 | keter | 3/4369 LEVEL 3/4369 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4369 Keter An instance of SCP-4369-1 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation personnel posing as park wardens are to monitor the affected area utilizing two-man crews to patrol the perimeter and assess areas not covered by static surveillance equipment. The use of trail-cam style recording equipment has been authorized to supplement Foundation patrols and detect instances of SCP-4369-1 and SCP-4369-2. Patrols are to be additionally equipped with one standard issue .308 caliber hunting rifle and scope. Monitoring satellites are to be scheduled to pass over the area no less frequently than 90-minute intervals. Imagery will be sent to Level 2 analysis for identification and confirmation of potential instances of SCP-4369-1 within the affected region. Trespassing warnings are prominently displayed. Description: SCP-4369 is an asymmetrical area of wilderness covering approximately 106 km2 designated as the ███████ █████ Wildlands. The area begins roughly 10 km south of ██████ █████ Lake in Alberta, Canada and extends to cover a large ridgeline. At intervals observed to be no shorter than 72 hours and no longer than 90 days, SCP-4369 will spawn an instance of SCP-4369-1 somewhere within the boundaries of the park. SCP-4369-1 is a two-story, dilapidated, log-cabin style radio station bearing signage designating it as KFYR. Although the specific placement varies, the exterior of SCP-4369-1 is always accompanied by a 15m tall radio broadcast tower that appears to be functional but is covered in substantial amounts of rust. The interior of the building is [REDACTED]. See Exploration Log 4369-1 for additional detail. After materializing, the KFYR radio station will begin broadcasting on a band of ████kHz at a signal strength that allows it to be picked up by standard AM/FM radios at a radius of up to 15 25 40 50 km or more. This signal is highly degraded and is badly marred by static. Signal quality does not appear to either improve or worsen with respect to the source. Field Log Excerpt 4369-14: The broadcast radius for SCP-4369 appears to be growing. At first, the broadcast was only going as far as the shoreline of the nearby lake since it's a tourist-heavy area, especially in the summer. Seems it always found a schmuck around there to snare. But lately, after we enacted some travel restrictions and invented that "algal bloom" to keep people away, we started picking up the broadcast a lot further out. My buddy, Mack, at Site-██, told me that a Level 0 got the broadcast during his lunch break and they're like 250 miles away. I dunno, but this thing gets hungry. And there's no telling what its maximum reach is if it can't get what it needs. What if this thing gets so hungry it starts picking on more than one guy at a time? This is dumb. Just set the stupid station on fire. And ffs, please lift the travel restrictions. The broadcast itself appears to feature one adult male with a baritone voice reading news and local events for a township named Vosbern, although no record of such a township exists in the vicinity of SCP-4369-1. Individuals interviewed by the Foundation after hearing the broadcast describe the show's host as "resigned, almost melancholy", and that they did not enjoy listening to his program. Listeners report a desire to 'change the station' any time they come upon the broadcast and could not recall any specific details of its contents other than the broadcaster's voice. See Experiment Log 4369-1 for additional detail. The dangerous properties of SCP-4369-1 manifest shortly after the beginning of its broadcast when a single listener matching its selection criteria has entered its broadcast range and is in proximity to a standard AM/FM radio. Any radios near SCP-4369-2, regardless of functionality, will turn themselves on if necessary and tune to the frequency of KFYR. Once exposed to the broadcast, this person is then designated as SCP-4369-2 and is considered to be under the effects of a cognitohazard. Instances of SCP-4369-2 who breach the perimeter of SCP-4369 are to be terminated on sight. However, if this person can be detained prior to entering the area of SCP-4369, Class B amnestics have proven effective at neutralizing the threat. Instances of SCP-4369-2 generally fall within these criteria: Gender: Male Age: 16-25 or 55-70 Ethnicity: No restrictions Relationship status: Single or divorced Family status: Estranged or otherwise distant Economic status: Near or below the poverty line Individuals designated as SCP-4369-2 begin to demonstrate symptoms similar to acute paranoid episodes wherein they claim the broadcasts of SCP-4369-1 sound crystal clear, and the show's host is speaking directly to them and asking for help, and he is trying to warn them about an impending calamity. The behavior of SCP-4369-2 will become progressively more manic as their urge to document and explain the broadcasts of SCP-4369-1 begins to grow at a steady but aggressive rate. The demonstrated behavior for SCP-4369-2 is to secure an AM/FM radio and then isolate themselves nearby and begin unorganized coverage of the broadcast. While in this 'nesting' phase affected individuals seem to welcome and encourage others to review materials and help them document their findings. SCP-4369-2 has demonstrated the ability to spread this cognitohazard to other individuals who express a genuine interest in their activities during this phase, regardless of this person's comparison to the preferred criteria. Individuals who become involved in these activities are also to be considered instances of SCP-4369-2. Works created as part of this documentation process include but are not limited to: short notes, maps, arrays of cartesian coordinates, organizational charts, crude technical diagrams, sketches of unknown individuals, after-action reports, and police-style POI reports. Researcher's Note 4369-1: Thankfully, the works created by instances of SCP-4369-2 do not appear to possess any anomalous properties themselves or do not appear to be capable of transmitting the cognitohazard. These documents are to be cataloged for future correlations and then the originals are to be destroyed. Over time the physical and mental health of all affected individuals gradually worsens due to malnutrition and exhaustion. At an indeterminate point, the original instance of SCP-4369-2 will declare that he "Knows what he has to do", and will abruptly leave his nesting area. This individual will gather up and lead all other affected people towards SCP-4369 using the most practical available means. While traveling, SCP-4369-2 will observe conventional laws and customs of travel but will try increasingly aggressive means to circumvent any barriers. To date, this includes but is not limited to the destruction of property, grand theft auto, and even murder. Once entering the area designated SCP-4369, the individual will proceed with all available haste to the instance of SCP-4369-1 and attempt to enter the building. If successful, SCP-4369-2 will position themselves at the broadcast equipment inside KFYR and begin their own broadcast which appears to interrupt the original signal of SCP-4369-1. The content of this broadcast can be clearly heard when compared to the original signal quality and includes a graphic 'prophecy' of a township or village that will be destroyed due to a natural or man-made disaster. The duration of this broadcast includes an emotional recitation of events in this unnamed village starting with the onset of the disaster. The story continues with the names of individuals, possibly including nicknames or pet names as if the instance of SCP-4369-2 is intimately familiar with the people they are naming. If uninterrupted, SCP-4369-2 will share the microphone with other instances who continue to describe the timeline until the story has concluded. When this is complete, the original instance of SCP-4369-2 will return to the microphone and sign off the broadcast with the following words: "Vosbern and its people can still be saved. If only you would listen, if only you would act." The broadcast from SCP-4369-1 will then cease as the Hume level of the radio station plummets until no trace of the building remains. This activity appears to take any persons still inside with it including instances of SCP-4369-2. To date, the described 'prophecies' have all come to pass within 48 hours of SCP-4369-2's broadcast. Six concluded broadcasts have resulted in the destruction of six townships or villages across North America, Europe, and Asia. The total death toll is unknown but based on census information this number is estimated to be █,███ persons. Addendum-1: Foundation analysis has been unable to find any record anywhere near the broadcast area of a modern city or township named Vosbern. World War II-era records from the Provincial government do indicate a small, primarily Dutch settlement named Vosbern did exist according to tax information as late as 1954; however, the village only appears in records for a total of four years. Additional resources have been dedicated to an extemporaneous review of local historical records and oral accounts of the region's history. Due to the sporadic documentation and the broad range of time since the first mention of the name, results are expected to be slow and sparse. Addendum-2: A cascading series of gas line explosions in ████████, Montana was picked up by Foundation analysts monitoring emergency comms traffic. While the incident itself did not overtly appear to have an anomalous cause or to be the result of foul play, the event did occur approximately 36 hours after the first logged broadcast made by an instance of SCP-4369-2 from the station equipment at SCP-4369-1. Later analysis of SCP-4369 suggested a correlation between these two instances. See Addendum-3 for additional details. Addendum-3: On ██/██/██ Foundation resources were forwarded a partial record of a radio broadcast featuring a single male in an emotional state describing a sequence in which a number of homes would suffer gas line explosions. The subject heard on the recording lists names of families and identifies parents, children, and pets, and pleads with any listeners to help those named before it is too late. This information ultimately leads to the dispatch of a Foundation recovery team to investigate the anomaly. See Attachment-4369-1 for a record. + Expand Discovery Log MTF-Epsilon 6 (Village Idiots) - Dismiss Discovery Log Discovery Log MTF-Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots"): Video Log Begins in the form of a first-person recording taken from the vantage point of E6-1. E6-1: Systems check. E6-2: Check. E6-3: Aaaand check. In addition to E6-1, two additional MTF members are seen wearing standard cold weather field gear. The three team members begin near a dilapidated wooden shelter with a weathered sign carved into a wooden post that reads 'WALKING TRAIL. DO NOT LEAVE PATH.' The team begins walking down a dirt path that is in a state of poor maintenance. The time of year appears to be late fall. Walking continues for several minutes before the sharp sound of feedback interference begin coming from the hip-mounted walkie talkies each team member possesses. E6-1: What the fuck is that? Didn't we do an equipment check? E6-2: We sure did, skip. Weren't were briefed on radio interference? Maybe it extends to other channels of communication too. E6-1: Good thinking. Let's wait it out a minute and then we can- All three team members pause as the feedback stops and a yet-unheard voice comes through the walkie-talkie. E6-3 unclips his walkie, brings it up to his head, and listens closely. E6-3: What's this guy's problem? He sounds so sad. Something…local dairy expo? Seasonal pies at the corner store. Scratch that, corner diner. E6-1: Affirmative. Let's move on. If it's radio chatter the desks will pick it up and document, but leave your radio on just in case something useful comes through. That radio station is a good three kilometers off yet and I don't want to sit here like stupid helpless ducks on the approach. Several more minutes pass as the voice continues over the walkie. E6-3: Is someone jamming our comms or what? E6-2: Do you think he knows we're coming? E6-1: Does who know? E6-2: The voice. On the radio. Do you think he knows? Maybe that's why he started… E6-1: Negative, Bravo. It's all just nonsense which I guess maybe strengthens that jamming idea. Let's turn these things off in case we are being watched. At this time E6-1 and E6-3 turn down their walkie-talkies until they switch into an off state. E6-2 turns his walkie-talkie down to minimal volume but further review of the recording shows that there are multiple mechanical indicators that the device is still on. Several more minutes of walking pass and a view of the radio station comes onto the screen for the first time, several hundred meters up the road. E6-3: There it is, skip. The beautiful, shining beacon of the great north woods, K-F-Y-R. Should we stop a minute and record some pics of the approach? I don't see much interesting but it's not like we're going to want to on the way out. E6-1: Affirmative, Charlie. Snap away. //E6-1 and E6-3 stop walking and begin to document their surroundings with pictures, but E6-2 continues walking towards the radio station. E6-1: Bravo, chill out a minute. E6-2: Negative, Alpha. This is just scenery and we've got a job to do. REDACTED E6-1 and E6-3 exchange a few moments banter about the unflinching dedication of their colleague while finishing their photographic recording. They then pack up their equipment and continue on their way. E6-2 is several hundred meters ahead of the others at this point and they lose sight of their third team member in the vicinity of SCP-4369-1. E6-1: <yelling> Bravo, hold up! Several moments pass without a response or visual confirmation from E6-2 E6-1: Turn your walkie back on and try and raise him. E6-3: Bravo, do you copy? No response comes over comms. E6-3 then turns up his walkie only to continue hearing the same anomalous broadcast that overtook their comms earlier. E6-3: Still jammed, boss. Shall we? E6-1: Affirmative. E6-1 and E6-3 double time the rest of the distance until they reach SCP-4369-1. E6-1's camera pans up and takes a long look at the large, rusted sign with the block-style letters K-F-Y-R before panning back down to look around the building. The two team members ready their weapons and walk around the building counter-clockwise until they come upon three steps which lead up to a partially opened, badly degraded front door. E6-3 positions straight on with the door and cautiously approaches. He pushes the door open with his hand and it creaks and groans as it swings inward. A faint light can be seen from the room inside but the majority of the image is washed out by the contrast from natural light. E6-1 gestures with his rifle and E6-3 enters the building. The two proceed to clear the room which appears to be some sort of a receiving or waiting room with a secretarial desk and multiple chairs. The carpet inside is badly rotted as well as the ceiling and the wallpaper. A single light fixture in the middle of the room is yellowed but appears to have a functional incandescent light source inside of it. The desk against the wall is badly rusted and is covered with a number of papers, most of which are yellowed with age, dirt, and unknown viscous substance of a dark brown color. E6-3 approaches the desk and runs a finger through the dark brown substance and brings it towards his face to smell it and examine it. E6-3: It's not blood. Smells organic. Rot, maybe. Like stuff that rots so bad it turns to goo. E6-1: Let's bag and tag a sample. Maybe think about masks going up too. E6-1 approaches the desk and secures a sample of the substance in a standard evidence collection vial, and then secures the vial in a standard evidence collection bag. As E6-1 finishes his collection procedures, the broadcast which had been running on E6-3's radio cuts out to silence but the channel remains open. The sound of someone clearing their throat can be heard. E6-2: <via walkie> I hope someone can hear me. God, I hope you're out there. Someone…anyone… Upon realization of hearing E6-2's voice, E6-1 and E6-3 regard each other and wordlessly resume clearing the building at a more desperate pace. E6-2: <via walkie> We were warned about this. <a lengthy sniffle is heard> And I'm warning you now. Before it's truly too late. At this time, E6-2's voice begins to sound substantially weaker as if he is fighting off tears, or a fear response, or is otherwise struggling to compose himself while speaking. E6-1 and E6-3 clear another room which appears to be an open office with 4 desks in a similar state as the desk out front. There is a small, electronic, oscillating desk fan atop one of the desks badly yellowed by age with the fan-cage badly caked in dust. E6-2: <via walkie> It's going to start soon. At first, it's just an innocent mistake. George. George can't handle his liquor anymore. And you know how he smokes when he drinks. B-but he'll pass out. First, the carpet catches. Then the couch. Then George is the first to go. Poof. Crispy. Then Tina, Summer, and Bailey are trapped upstairs. Most of the guests get out but they'll be way too close later. E6-1 and E6-3 proceed down a hallway and clear a small kitchen which features badly run down refrigerator, microwave, and small coffee pot. The sink is splotched with a black, inky material visually distinct from the brown substance in the previous rooms. The pattern of distribution indicates the material may have been expelled by the faucet. E6-1 does not stop to regard a sample and the pair continue down the hall to a break room. This room features several chairs and tables, most of which are overturned. A human skeleton lays supine on the break room floor with a hand stretched out in the direction of the doorway. The clothing has been rotted to tatters and the bones are badly desiccated. E6-2: <via walkie> The fire spreads. To the neighbors, the Fosters, first. Both of their dogs, their little girl, London, then her mom. Steve is out of the house since he works nights. E6-1 breaches a flimsy door made of what appears to be particle board using one strong push from his shoulder. The door flies open and slams into an interior wall and the camera snaps to what appears to be a small recording booth in a state of serious deterioration. There is a lone, recessed light in the ceiling partially illuminating the room and some of the papers in this booth appear 'fresh' and not in a state of advanced decay. E6-3 is seen breaching a similar door on the opposite side of the hall, revealing a similar recording booth except for papers of any sort are absent. E6-2: <via walkie> It doesn't take long from there. <there is a long vocal pause as E6-1 and E6-3 find a staircase going up and begin to ascend> God, this is all so senseless; I'm spelling it all out, why don't you call? There's still time! <E6-2 enters a 10-second pause> Ch-Charlotte's oxygen tank ruptures from the heat. <E6-2 loses their composure in a moment of sobbing> E6-1 and E6-3 reach the top of the stairs and head down the hallway. At this point, an open doorway midway down the hall can be seen with light coming out. There is an audible sound of sobbing that matches up with the sobbing heard on the radio. E6-1 and E6-3 break out into a sprint. E6-1 rounds the doorway and centers his camera on E6-2 who is standing in a broadcast booth with a pair of headphones on. A faintly lit 'On the Air' sign hangs down from the ceiling and is back-lit by a green light. Tears are streaming down the face of E6-2 as well as other visual cues that E6-2 has been crying at a substantial rate for a number of minutes. E6-1 levels their weapon at E6-2, and shortly after E6-3 can be seen to do the same from the peripheral of the shot. E6-1: Bravo STEP AWAY. E6-2 slowly shakes their head in a negative response as their lip trembles. E6-3: Bravo, you know the procedure. You need to step away now before we have to contain this. E6-2: I c-can't. Someone has to warn the others. Someone has to speak up. They're all gonna die. Why won't you listen? Why won't you help? E6-1: Bravo we can't help you if you won't cooperate. With- E6-2: <Interrupting E6-1> It has to be me! I have to do this! I have to finish the warning. I know what has to be done. E6-1 and E6-3 regard each other sternly. E6-3 nods once, curtly, to his team lead. E6-1: Fuck. E6-1 pulls the trigger on burst fire and E6-2 drops to the ground, apparently dead. E6-3 immediately moves in and begins to rip apart the broadcast booth to the best of his ability. E6-1 approaches the downed Bravo and appears to check for vitals. The full extent of any wellness checks is unknown as several procedures appear out of frame from the camera. There is a loud burst of feedback interference on the walkie as E6-3 destroys the primary microphone, but then the inference cuts out and the walkies appear to resume standard function. E6-1: <resigned> Omega lead, requesting evac. One man down. E6-1: <after several seconds pause> We should get the earplugs out at the least. Calling this a 'cog for now. The video ends as E6-3 steps back and crosses over the body of E6-2, and out of the frame. + Attachment-4369-1 Partial Record - Dismiss Partial Broadcast Log Partial Broadcast Recording: [The following is a transcription of the partial radio broadcast forwarded to the Foundation which leads to the discovery of SCP-4369.] Substantial interference gradually gives way to the cracking voice of an adult male. Broadcaster: And with the final backdraft, Charlie and his wife will succumb to the flames. The broadcaster pauses to sob. The sound of snot being forcibly expelled is heard. Broadcaster: The thing…the thing that hurts most is that I know no one is listening to me right now. In spite of everything that I've said, everything I've done to warn you. A sharp banging can be heard, such as might be caused by a fist slamming onto a desk. Broadcaster: <through gritted teeth> I have to blame you, I have to blame somebody. Because…because…well, I'm doing all that I can! I've done all I can. I will always do all that I can to save this town. I know someone is out there who feels the same. There is a lengthy pause. Near the end of the silence, a single, less intense sniffle can be heard and the broadcaster's voice captures some stability. Broadcaster: This will be my last broadcast. I'll be there to go down with the ship, trying to warn people to the very last moment. Vosbern and its people. They…they can still be saved. If only you'd listen to me. If only…if only you'd act. Broadcaster: This is K-F-Y-R signing off. Good night. |
SCP-4370 | keter | close Info X The last thing the accursed person will hear when they take their first step into hell is all of creation standing to its feet and applauding God because God has rid the earth of them. - Paul Washer, The Cost of Not Following Christ ⚠️ Content warning: This article contains gore. ⚠️ content warning Threat Level: Black A vector of SCP-4370. Special Containment Procedures: GoI-952 must be eradicated from the bounds of SCP-4370. Deprecated facilities along its suspected borders are to be demolished; active facilities are to be sabotaged and acquired as cheaply as possible prior to demolition. Buildings found to have been produced by or integrated into SCP-4370 are to be destroyed. Mobile Task Force Theta-36 ("Swedish Rhapsody") has been tasked with razing condemned structures, while agents embedded into local governments work to condemn occupied buildings. Tactically extraneous entrances into SCP-4370 are to be collapsed. Following Incident 4370-A-Zhou, [REDACTED, PENDING DECLASSIFICATION] Description: SCP-4370 is a subterranean complex of indeterminate size, accessible through a series of abandoned industrial facilities throughout the United States of America. Over time, SCP-4370 has expanded significantly, the process of which is poorly understood; while models of growth appear broadly similar to those of SCP-386-D1, expansion appears to coincide with middle-class economic anxiety on the surface. It is unknown if SCP-4370 is attracted to, or serves as an active vector of such anxieties. Geophysical imaging of SCP-4370 reveals it to be ontologically semi-stable: though existing in defiance of consensus topology, portions of SCP-4370 may solidify into place, creating a reliable network of spatially impossible tunnels. Correspondingly, geological stability within SCP-4370 affected regions has been observed to degrade with expansion. SCP-4370 appears to have a parasitic relationship with GoI-952 ("Olney Ironworks"); Olney facilities are frequent targets for SCP-4370's growth, regardless of their operational status. Growth beneath Olney-controlled land occurs significantly faster than elsewhere, with an extreme decrease in stability. In some cases, SCP-4370 appears to be responsible for mudslides, earthquakes, and extreme weather phenomenon around such properties. SCP-4370 was initially believed to be an anomaly local to the Southeastern United States; however, Sites-87 and -56 have identified dense concentrations of entry points within the American Southwest and the Great Lakes Region, and imaging confirms stable SCP-4370 presences. HISTORY SCP-4370 was discovered by Officers Efrain Rodríguez and Connor Zhou during the course of an investigation into SCP-3178. On June 11th, 2010, Officer Zhou contacted the SCP-3178 containment team after a two week disappearance in the town of Starling, Mississippi. The remaining members of Mobile Task Force Gamma-691 ("When Something Interesting Happens") were deployed to retrieve him at the coordinates provided in his message. Officer Zhou was found outside an abandoned facility in Apopache, Texas, severely emaciated and bruised, and scarring suggested a gash had been cut from his right shoulder down to mid-torso. Agent Osman, who had served extensively with Zhou prior to the SCP-3178 project, further noted Zhou to have been unusually agitated post-retrieval. Zhou was otherwise unharmed. Officer Zhou's disappearance had been extensively documented across three devices: a digital audio recorder, Zhou's personal phone, and a standard-issue body camera. Additionally, Zhou procured a video camera, retrieved just prior to his emergence. As of 6/21/2010, Officer Zhou remains in recovery. INTERVIEW-4370-A DATE: 6/11/2010 SUBJECT: Officer Connor Zhou [BEGIN LOG] Agent Osman: Hello, Mr. Zhou. It's… good to see you again. Officer Zhou: Is this necessary? I just came out of the dark, and I'd really appreciate some sun. Agent Osman: Come on, Connor. You know how they are. Officer Zhou: Sure. Overbearing. Excessive. Look, I have a report, and I'd much rather file it than drip-feed an interview. Agent Osman: Mm. Well, this is just… intake. See how you're doing, if… if anything's wrong, you know? I mean, you did come out of a 952. Officer Zhou: Christ's sake, fine. Hi, I'm Connor Zhou, and I just spent two-and-a-half weeks in a post-industrial nightmare. I saw sunlight maybe four hours out of nineteen days, the remainder of which was spent in abject darkness. During that time, I was being hunted by a monster, and it's honestly a miracle I'm here, right now, talking to you. Is that enough? Would you like skin samples? Agent Osman: Right, right, okay. I'll let you… get to it, whatever that is. I don't know, they're not telling me what the anomaly is yet, but I assume it has to do with 3178. Officer Zhou: On the contrary, I'm taking a break. Call me if you need me but I'm going to a park. Agent Osman: Sure, sure. Officer Zhou moves to exit the meeting room. Agent Osman: Actually, what's with the sunglasses? You rock them pretty well, but… I've never seen you wear them. Still adjusting? Officer Zhou: Mind your own business. Zhou exits the meeting room. [END LOG] ADDENDUM-4370-002: MATERIALS RETRIEVED FROM DIGITAL RECORDER ► RECOVERED MATERIALS ▼ ACCESS GRANTED [BEGIN LOG 1] The tape recorder is switched on. Officer Zhou, walking on metal surface, clears his throat. Zhou: This is Officer Connor Zhou, of Mobile Task Force Gamma-691, "When Something Interesting Happens". It's too dark for a good video and I lost my main light, so I'm using the tape recorder. I heard it served Mx. Ford well on their expedition, and if you don't know who that is… well, I'll be too dead to care. Zhou: I appear to be stuck in an Olney ironworking facility in the town of Starling, Mississippi. Specifically, I appear to be stuck in a basement space. This is apparently where seafood monsters have been known to congregate. Zhou sighs, remaining silent for several seconds, before groaning in apparent frustration. Zhou: I have a partner. Officer Efrain Rodríguez. I told him to follow me in if nothing happened. Obviously, something happened, so he probably hasn't followed me inside. You can probably find him in the nearby village of Whitewater, one word, not to be confused with the… the "school" nearby. Zhou: In the meantime, thank you for rescuing me. Several seconds pass, before Zhou laughs derisively. Further away, the sound of creaking machinery can be heard. The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 1] [BEGIN LOG 2.1] The tape recorder is switched on in what sounds to be a low-capacity factory floor. Machinery runs with significant squeaking, suggesting a general lack of maintenance. Zhou: This Officer Connor Zhou. After several hours of tunnels, I've found myself on what looks to be the factory floor. This is in-spite of the fact that I should be several stories underground by now. Zhou: Some of the machinery is running, but I don't see anyone running it. Most of it isn't. When Mr. Ngo talked to us on what Olney wasn't, he never mentioned it was this run-down. Zhou pauses for several seconds. Zhou: … maybe I'm just not in Olney anymore. He sighs. Zhou: Regardless, this is a peculiar departure from the last few hours. If the tunnels weren't cramped with crates, it was carts. If not carts, machinery. Around an hour ago, I had to take off my pack and squeeze through crates sideways. To find myself in a relatively open piece of factory floor… it's a welcome change. A pause. Zhou: On the other hand, I can no longer see the ceiling. [END LOG 2.1] [BEGIN LOG 5] Officer Zhou appears to be navigating a crowded room with concrete flooring. Zhou: If you haven't seen an actual factory, you'd be forgiven if you thought it's a giant metal box with catwalks and machinery. Actual factories are a bit more complex, and depending on the function you might even see open air. In this case, I don't see open air. I barely see the machines. Zhou pauses, grunting as he seems to squeeze through a tight space. Zhou: I don't see people, either. Maybe it's been automated, maybe not. But some of these machines aren't working, don't look like they can work. Some of them block the machines that still work. This… this "factory", for lack of a better word, it could seriously do with a human presence. Something squeaks against the floor as Zhou pushes through his current obstacle. He briefly stops. Zhou: … I don't know how long I've been walking. It feels like I only read about factories this large in Asia. Those… the ones the media points to, when it wants to impress schoolchildren. Zhou remains where he is for a few seconds more, before continuing. Zhou: I expected something more sinister, I'll admit. Slave lines. Suicide nets. Blood dripping from the gears. Ngo looked like a broken man, and talked like a slimebag. How does that happen to a man? Zhou: Mm. I think I'm starting to ramble. The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 5] [BEGIN LOG 6] The tape recorder is switched on to a faint buzzing noise. The sound of machinery cannot be heard. Zhou: I don't know where I am. Now, when I say that, I don't mean it in the sense that I don't know where I am in this factory, which is still true. I mean I'm in a break room. Zhou: The room's a little wider than the tunnels, and not nearly as long. There's a conference table, no chairs, mini-fridge in the corner, a large… dresser? Hm. Corkboard on the wall, empty as of now, but a few pinpricks here and there. Someone's put a cross up, so I have to assume this… "American Christian Ministries", whatever, has its fingers here. Officer Zhou groans. Zhou: It's been… it has to be "days" by this point. I think I'm entitled to— Zhou cuts himself off as the muffled sound of footsteps and indistinct conversation can be heard. After a few seconds, Zhou hurries over to what is most likely the dresser, pulling it open and stepping inside before closing himself inside of it. Another door opens, and two figures enter the room. Unknown: Okay, Rockwell, why don't you tell me what you were thinking? I'm having trouble. Rockwell?: Well, again, I've got to protect my church. That man's got serpent in his blood, and you expect me to part the veil for that? Unknown: No, I didn't expect your homunculi to gas him like that. Not like that. Rockwell?: Come off, brother. I know what I'm doing. Unknown: Apparently not, because now we have a burnt-faced detective with one more mystery to solve. [indecipherable], Olney only sells because they're willfully ignorant of what we use BLACK FLY for, so what do you think happens when they find out? Rockwell?: Well, the BLACK FLY they're selling ain't what comes out our bottles. Worst comes to, we pin it on Ms. Amherst. Unknown: She's vengeful, you know. Rockwell?: Bad at shaking the Feds off. All remain silent for several seconds. Unknown: … so what of his friend? Rockwell?: Far as I know, he's been eaten by the Post-Industrial. God have mercy. Unknown: That doesn't mean he's dead, Rockwell. Every SUSEOCT2 we haven't dealt with is another liability to the restoration, another variable in CALAMITY3. We deal with him, or he deals with us. Need I remind you of Mr. Ford? Rockwell?: That case, I'll leave it to the Host. Ain't like it's got much better to do. Unknown: Mm. The unknown entity sighs. All remain silent for several seconds. Unknown: I'm still not happy about what you did to the fat one. Rockwell?: What, tear the demon from his mind? Brother, I've been in the thick of it for 29 years. I know how to bring people to God. Unknown: You worship a demiurge. Even I know that! Rockwell?: I don't worship the Scarlet King. Unknown: I wasn't talking about the Scarlet King. What, do you think the Church kept the Canaanites out? I've known them since they were called the Imitians, Rockwell, they're a bunch of fucking parasites that'll— Rockwell?: Don't get so worked up about the Jews again, brother. 'swhat they want. All remain silent for several seconds. Unknown: Fine. We'll talk later. Let's just grab the Host and be done with it all. A door opens, and the two figures move to exit the room. However, as one of them proceeds down the hall, the other pauses. Unknown: … I still don't know what I'm going to do with you, interloper. Maybe I'll skin you alive. Maybe I'll leave it to the Host. Whatever you are, be a good pet and wait for us here, would you? It'll be a lot easier that way. The unknown figure leaves the room. Officer Zhou remains in the dresser for around two minutes, before coming out and hurrying out of the room through the opposite door. The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 6] [BEGIN LOG 15] The tape recorder is switched on; however, Officer Zhou remains silent for around 25 seconds, before speaking. Dripping can be heard nearby. Zhou: … when I say my father was a nationalist, I don't mean he was KMT. He was KMT, sure, but you don't leave Taiwan in '56 if you're still KMT. Although, maybe if you… Zhou pauses. Zhou: Point is, the man I grew up with cared more about the… the idea of China, moreso than Taiwan or the Mainland. I could see him fighting for the communists, royalists, the… you know, I'm still not sure why he moved to Houston. Zhou: The house language was Mandarin; Fùqīn ignored you if you talked in English. We were atheist, but we still lit incense on holidays and funerals. On weekends, Fùqīn pulled us children aside for something between a Chinese history lesson and interrogation. (Zhou chuckles) Āyí joked that he'd never left the military. Not really. A distant creaking noise echoes through Zhou's location. He speaks after a brief pause. Zhou: I wouldn't say my father hated Christianity. Neither Mandarin nor English have the right words for how he felt. It was more, mm, a severe lack of something… close to the word "trust"? Zhou sighs. Zhou: Whatever it was, Fùqīn was absolute. No Easter egg hunts. No youth gatherings at the nearby church. No Christmas parties. No Christmas specials. I didn't know what the cross was until I was 12, and I grew up in Texas. I'm surprised the Foundation didn't recruit him, instead. Zhou remains silent for around a minute. Zhou: … was this what you saw, Fùqīn? You could have warned me. You could have warned me. Several minutes of silence pass, interrupted only by the sounds of dripping water and distant creaking, before the tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 15] [BEGIN LOG 17] As the tape recorder is switched on, a squishing noise can be heard in the background. Officer Zhou does not speak. A few seconds into the recording, the distant sound of something soft and wet thudding against the floor can be heard. This sound repeats at steady intervals for around half a minute, a little less than once per second, before stopping. Suddenly, what sounds to be a crate is pushed violently across a concrete flooring, eliciting a muffled gasp from Officer Zhou. All remain silent for several seconds. The thudding sounds resume, quicker and louder than before. Occasionally they'll stop, and a crate will be struck, upended, or pried apart. As the thudding gets louder, so too does the squishing noise. A nearby crate creaks, eliciting another muffled gasp from Zhou. The creaking continues until one of its faces is pried off, and something soft and wet climbs into the crate. The Unknown Entity begins striking the crate from the inside with a sharp implement. A rat squeaks. The Unknown Entity quickly leaves the crate. A wet crunching sound is followed by a shriek from the rat, then silence. Eventually, the wet thudding resumes, growing quieter as it continues, until it's not longer audible. The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 17] [BEGIN LOG 21] Officer Zhou begins speaking as soon as the tape recorder is switched on. He speaks uncharacteristically fast as he powerwalks across a concrete floor. Zhou: This isn't a factory. Factories produce goods for use or consumption by humans or their pets. This produces nothing. It's a hole in the ground dedicated to swallowing people. Even The Factory, proper noun, that produces consumer goods. Maybe this was a factory, once, but not anymore. What is it now? What is it now? The tape recorder is switched off immediately. [END LOG 21] [BEGIN LOG 22] The tape is switched on near active (if rusted) machinery. Zhou: … Warlord Style Rat, a la Olney. Officer Zhou can be heard unzipping his pack, retrieving what sounds to be a distressed rat. Zhou: In times of trouble in Manchuria, and there was a lot of trouble in Manchuria, people like my great-grandfather would produce all sorts of culinary innovations. While I may not be as skilled as him, I'm… very, very hungry, and I didn't think I'd have to pack many rations. You make do. Zhou spits. A faint sizzling can be heard. Zhou: I don't think it's common knowledge, but factory machinery can run up to… well, it's hot enough to cook. If you forgot to bring a campfire cooker to your industrial grave, store-bought is fine. Zhou: Right, okay. The first thing you need to do is to make sure you're not hallucinating from hunger. When I poke the rat, it's real. (The rat squeaks) If it's not real, I'm screwed, so I have to hope it's real. Because violence appears to be the only language spoken in my living household, that means I have to kill it. A wet crunching sound can be heard in tandem with a cry from the rat, followed by silence. Zhou: …I… Zhou's next words are spoken too quietly to be properly distinguished; however, the word "cannibal" can be discerned near the end. Zhou: Right, okay, step two, recognize you're hallucinating from days spent in the dark. Realize that all of your fears aren't real. Realize your hunger is. Put the rat on the fucking burner (in Mandarin) or so help me, son, I'll lose it! Zhou throws the dead rat onto a piece of metal machinery. For the next two minutes, only the sizzling of the rat, the grinding machinery, and Zhou's labored breathing can be heard. Just as Zhou begins sobbing, the tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 22] [BEGIN LOG 25] The tape recorder is switch on. Officer Zhou inhales as if about to speak, only to begin laughing. This continues for several seconds, ending with Zhou clearing his throat. Zhou then makes another inhaling sound, only to begin laughing again. He laughs for another two minutes, interspersed with coughs and wheezing. By the end, it's unclear as to whether he's still laughing, or if he's begun weakly sobbing. Regardless, Zhou pauses for several more seconds before speaking. Zhou: It's a corpse. The tape recorder is switched off. [END LOG 25] ADDENDUM-4370-003: MATERIALS RETRIEVED FROM PHONE Upon recovery, Officer Zhou's phone was broken beyond repair. The following data was recovered through drive imaging, and only constitutes its usage during Zhou's disappearance. Authorized personnel may request the full image from RAISA. ► RECOVERED MATERIALS ▼ ACCESS GRANTED MEDIUM: Video NOTE: File was previously deleted, but not wiped. [BEGIN LOG 1] Video begins with Zhou looking into his camera. Zhou: This is— Zhou's front light gets brighter, causing Zhou to yelp in surprise and drop his phone. The recording is stopped not long after. [END LOG 1] MEDIUM: Video [BEGIN LOG 2] Video begins with Zhou shielding his eyes as he looks into his camera. Zhou: This is Officer Zhou, of Mobile Task Force Gamma-691. I… Officer Zhou trails off. His brow furrows, and he remains silent for several seconds. Zhou: … look at this. Officer Zhou turns on his phone's flashlight, and flips the camera around. He pans over what appears to be a cramped and derelict factory floor. Wooden crates and steel racks have been scattered about, blocking many lanes designated for walkways and vehicle traffic. Most of the machines have been rusted over, though the sound of working (if rusted) machinery can be heard from further in. After stopping on a wall of warning signs with messages in English, Spanish, and Vietnamese, Zhou makes his way further down a walkway. He passes several notable scenes, including: A rusted forklift, laying on its side at an intersection. A former cleanroom laboratory, separated by broken windows and full of document bins. One bin in particular is stacked near the window; closer examination suggests it to be full of miscellaneous shipping orders. An activated mechanical sorter, connected to a larger, nonfunctional conveyor system. Several components are stained with blood and hair. As Zhou continues, a steady series of bangs can be heard from further down. At one point, Zhou stops, before proceeding at a faster pace to its source. This continues for approximately ten minutes. Finally, Zhou arrives at what appears to be an enormous pneumatic crusher. It follows a roughly 20 second timer: the crusher activates, remains still for four seconds, spends twelve seconds rising back up, and remains still for four more seconds before activating once more. Zhou watches the crusher for around six cycles, before panning the camera up. The device it's attached to goes up for at least 100 meters, before disappearing into the darkness. Zhou ends the recording. [END LOG 2] MEDIUM: Text message NOTE: Recipient was Officer Efrain Rodriguez [BEGIN LOG 5] 12:31 PM Rodriguez, this Connor Zhou. I'm inside of some kind of giant factory, likely an anomalous extension of the Olney facility. Using cell service, not sure how. It's stronger in some places. No GPS. Some outlets. Heard Rockwell and someone else talking about a "burnt-faced detective". Was that you? 2:42 PM I'm sorry I didn't say this before: Fuck this town. Fuck everyone in this town. Always felt like I was a minute away from either a hate crime or a lecture on the "white working class". 2:58 PM Which is basically just a hate crime. 8:35 PM It's so dark in here I miss the sun 11:19 PM I don't want to die. [END LOG 5] MEDIUM: Playlist. DESCRIPTION: Between logs 6 and 8, Officer Zhou appears to have constructed a playlist, largely consisting of lyrically-heavy music. In particular, Spoken Word makes up a significant portion of the tracks included. The playlist is titled "Talk To Me". MEDIUM: Voice memo [BEGIN LOG 10.3] At this point in the memo, Officer Zhou has devolved into wandering while singing to himself, alternating largely between Mandarin folk songs, English rock, and poorly-enunciated Cantopop. He will occasionally pause, presumably to take a sip of water; it is shortly after one such pause that he begins speaking. Zhou: (in Mandarin) I didn't love Agent Rodríguez. Everyone seems to think that, you know, me and him were… partners. (He pauses.) It's cause we're a rural task force. Ever since Officer McTriss, uh… forget I said anything. Zhou: You know, I… don't think I ever thought about it. There's no real line I can see in my head. I've only ever gone for girls, but when I try to think about men like that, there's no alarm that goes off, nothing to tell me I'm… "out of bounds". But it doesn't occur to me unless I let it occur to me, and it certainly doesn't occur to me with Agent Rodríguez. Zhou remains silent for several seconds. Zhou: …oh. I can see him thinking that. He sighs. Zhou: Sensory deprivation is surprisingly liberating. Sure, I'm running the battery on my lifeline, but… who cares? I'm going to run out of water. (He chuckles.) I'm going to run out of water! What a way to— Zhou cuts himself off and stops. He remains quiet for several seconds, before making his way across a metal catwalk. The sound of construction equipment can be faintly heard, growing louder as he proceeds. Finally, Zhou's footfalls can no longer be heard over the construction noise. Officer Zhou begins to cry, and the recording ends. [END LOG 10] MEDIUM: Photo Log 11. MEDIUM: Video [BEGIN LOG 16] Video begins with Officer Zhou pointing the camera around to himself. Compared to pre-disappearance, Zhou is significantly thinner. Zhou: June 6th. (Enunciating) June… 6th. He pauses, before shaking his head and opening his mouth to continue. Zhou: … I'm free. He laughs. Zhou: I'm free. Officer Zhou pans the camera around the room. He is lying in a simple wooden bed inside of a small bedroom. The make of the walls suggest a temporary housing unit, similar to those employed by Olney Ironworks for long-term work projects. Sunlight spills through a window on the far wall. Zhou: The GPS says I'm somewhere in Wisconsin. It's a cool seventy-something out, and the sunlight is… it's sunlight. Real sunlight. Zhou: I know this isn't an actual report, but I don't know where I should start. I'm… I was taken in by one Mrs… Alice Wagner? She works on-site. Saw me coming out of the building, took me in, let me use her shower — surprised she has one in this building — and… and that's it. I think I heard her making breakfast just after I woke up. Zhou pauses. Zhou: I'm going to… I'm going to ask Agent Imbeault out. I'm going home. Zhou gets up off the bed and, possibly forgetting about his recording, affixes his phone to his belt. He then puts on his boots, and heads out of the door. Then he screams, and stumbles back. The main room of the housing is split between a living room and a small kitchen. Presently, the phone is angled in such a way that only the kitchen and the right half of the living room are visible, both of which are relatively clean. Indeed, there is no indication that "Mrs. Wagner" had prepared any sort of breakfast. Then a squishing noise, similar to those heard in Addendum 2, Log 17, can be heard from just beyond the kitchen, and Officer Zhou rushes to the door. He slips — a puddle of blood seems to be pooling from somewhere out of frame — and barely makes it to the exit before the door to the bathrooms bursts open, and the squishing gets louder. Zhou throws open the front door, and runs out of the temporary house. Around him is a half-built industrial facility, fenced-in on all sides. Zhou: No, no— As the squishing noise follows Officer Zhou, he makes a run for the facility gate. It is locked, and as Zhou draws closer, it becomes clear that no one is manning the entrance. In lieu of climbing the gate, Zhou runs for the door to the gatekeeper's kiosk, which is unlocked. Throwing the door closed, Zhou turns to the kiosk's control panel. Though he tries the gate controls, nothing happens.4 Zhou turns to the door, only to find its glass panel obscured by a writhing red mass; turning around, he sees another door, opposite the control panel. With no other options, he throws the door open and escapes down the dimly-lit hallway beyond. A review of the footage demonstrates this hallway to be a spacial anomaly; it is considerably more spacious than the facility fencing. As Zhou runs down the hallway, the squishing noise follows, though Zhou is considerably faster. Eventually, the squishing noise is barely audible, though Zhou continues running. After around three minutes of non-stop running, Zhou turns the hallway to find a gate mechanism some ways down. Stumbling over the threshold, Zhou pauses for breath, before getting up and looking around for its controls. He takes his phone off of his belt. Zhou: Really?! Zhou laughs, and turns on his flashlight before searching for controls. He finds a small switch on the wall, nearly invisible without the light, and flips it. As the gate begins to close, SCP-4370-1 begins rounding the corner. SCP-4370-1 appears to be a humanoid-shaped mass of red tentacles, wearing a leather apron. Despite this, SCP-4370-1 is remarkably durable: though bits of flesh are blasted off by Zhou's pistol, its approach is only somewhat slowed. As Zhou stops recoiling — having spent his available magazine — it becomes clear that its form is kept together by a combination of twine and zip-ties, some of which have been sawed apart by the hooks in its suckers. Ultimately, however, SCP-4370-1 fails to reach Officer Zhou before the gate closes completely. Zhou: … fuck, okay. I should… Zhou trails off, and remains silent for several seconds. It is unclear whether he breaks the silence with laughter or sobbing; either way, he throws his phone against the wall, and the video ends. [END LOG 16] ADDENDUM-4370-004: MATERIALS RETRIEVED FROM BODY CAMERA Officer Zhou's body camera remained deactivated for the majority of his disappearance. The following logs consists primarily of footage taken before his disappearance; however, Zhou reactivated it near the end of his disappearance. Due to the destruction of Officer Rodríguez's body camera, Log 1 is the only record of Zhou's disappearance. ► RECOVERED MATERIALS ▼ ACCESS GRANTED [BEGIN LOG 1.1] Footage begins in the lobby of the Saltside Inn, the motel where Officers Rodríguez and Zhou were stationed. Zhou adjusts his camera. Officer Rodríguez: You ready to roll? Officer Zhou: Rolling. The camera steadies, and Zhou turns to face Rodríguez. Rodríguez: I hate this town, Connor. Zhou: Don't I know it. [END LOG 1.1] [BEGIN LOG 1.3] Officer Zhou climbs into the passenger's seat of their vehicle and closes the door behind him. He dons his seatbelt, adjusting it to keep his body camera in view. Rodríguez starts the car, adjusts the GPS, pulls out of the motel, and makes for Starling. Both remain silent for a few minutes. Rodríguez: … you think there's something bigger going on? Zhou: Besides the neocon squid cult? Rodríguez: No, I… okay, yeah, that too, but I mean, what do they want? Zhou: You tell me. Rodríguez pauses. Rodríguez: Have you read the 5952 file? Command cleared it for us after the Tuesday check-in. After… dash H, I spent most of the day reviewing what we had. There's a lot of audio. Zhou: I looked over some of the transcripts. Concerning, but nothing we don't already know. Rodríguez: Sure, but… I don't know. I'm stuck on some of the things the kid said. "Egregore?" "Boneless malevolence?" Zhou: You think she's seen the squid? Rodríguez: Maybe? But that's not the point. Kids don't say things like that, not out of nowhere. I actually looked up "egregore." You know where that's from? Zhou pauses. Zhou: I'm thinking… Gnostic Bible? Rodríguez: Book of Enoch. Maybe you see some occult weirdo throw it around, but it's not Protestant, and sure as hell's not young adult reading. Whitewater taught her that. Zhou: That's… yeah, that's a bit weird. But what's your point? Rodríguez: I don't think CMA's endgame is the apocalypse. I… I think it's evangelism. Both remain silent for several seconds. Zhou: Evangelism of what? Rodríguez does not answer. [END LOG 1.3] [BEGIN LOG 1.7] Zhou and Rodríguez arrive at the Starling Manufacturing Plant. Parking at the visitor entrance, the two exit the car and turn to the factory. Zhou: Bad sign if they're closed. Rodríguez: Olney's… fucked. I don't know how they're going make it through this year. The two Officers approach the factory grounds. Typical of GoI-952, it is in poor condition, with discolored bricking and sheeting. Patches of rust are visible on several pipes. Notably, a field of corn grows on the far side of the grounds, planted along an invisible boundary. Both continue silently for a few minutes, until Zhou speaks. Zhou: So, do we break in? Rodríguez: Looks like it. I've been on Olney missions before, and we've got some… leeway, working with them. Zhou: 'Do whatever we want to them.' Rodríguez: Not like they fight back. Zhou sighs, and the two Officers explore the grounds. Despite the facility's value, Olney appears to have posted no manual security; at the very least, Zhou and Rodríguez manage to avoid potential security guards. The two continue to explore for around ten minutes, until Rodríguez stops. Rodríguez: Hey. Rodríguez points to something, and Zhou turns to look. Before him is a wooden cellar door, set into the ground. Zhou: … that's convenient. (He kneels to look.) You think that leads to the tunnels Ngo was talking around? Rodríguez: Only one way to find out. Rodríguez approaches the trapdoor and, with considerable trepidation, tries it. The door is unlocked, though it takes some effort to open. In the meantime, Zhou removes his flashlight from his belt and points it at the door; as soon as it's open, he activates the light. The door leads to a stairwell, somewhat steep, with a metal railing. Taped onto the inside of the door is a flyer from Olney, instructing employees or others 'in an unfamiliar area' to call their service line; it is repeated in Spanish and Vietnamese. Rodríguez whistles. Rodríguez: Thought it'd be more interesting than a help line. Zhou: Mm. (He straightens his camera.) Right, heading down. Cover me. Rodríguez: Cover you? Zhou: I don't think Ngo was bluffing. Real piece of work, but we have no reason to believe he's lying about a death toll. Just, uh… fifteen seconds to scout the entrance, and you can come down. Rodríguez pauses. Rodríguez: … I'm not letting you die down there, man. Zhou: You worry too much. Again: cover me. Drawing his firearm, Zhou proceeds carefully down the stairs. For eleven seconds, Zhou proceeds without interruption. Then, the feed shifts. Upon a seemingly endless field of salt, under a sky of white-noise patterns, lies an enormous bronze steer. Its abdomen has burst open, and its intestines spill forth over the plains… and even so, the steer lives. Various animals play among its viscera; none regard the red tentacles that weave through the offal, snatching up the least of them and pulling them down, never to emerge. Recording is stopped. [END LOG 1] [BEGIN LOG 2] Footage begins within an enormous, dimly-lit system of catwalks. The light appears to come from somewhere above the camera's field of vision; its back and forth shifting across the field of catwalks, along with the sound of an enormous creaking chain, suggests it is swaying. A red figure can occasionally be seen on the other side of the catwalks. Officer Zhou takes a deep breath, and exhales. His voice is noticeably hoarse. Zhou: … I think I understand. There's a pause, and Zhou begins walking along the catwalks. Zhou: I couldn't save Whitewater. That was never going to be an option. Could you save your bathroom rug after a decade soaked in corpse juice? Could I be saved? You could pull me out of here, but nothing could pull the grooves out of my brain. They're too deep. Zhou: What could you possibly do to bring Zhou back? My stomach aches, but no amount of food will clear the taste of rat from my tongue. My eyes strain, but no amount of sunlight will wipe the dark from my mind. My head reels, but no drug could fill… Zhou chuckles. Zhou: I feel like I'm floating. There's no way I'm walking upon solid ground. "Post-Industrial". What is that terrible terminal clarity? As Zhou walks the catwalks, the red figure can be seen more frequently, and with more detail. It appears to be SCP-4370-1. Zhou: I don't know why I'm still trying to impress you. Poems aren't going to save me. Zhou continues navigating the catwalks in relative silence. Several minutes in, he can be heard mumbling to himself. He appears to be repeating the names "Joseph McCarthy", "Anthony Comstock", and "George Lincoln Rockwell". Approximately 9 minutes into the recording, SCP-4370-1 appears to spot Officer Zhou, and can be seen rushing over. Recording is stopped just before SCP-4370-1 attempts to make physical contact. [END LOG 2] ADDENDUM-4370-005: MATERIALS RETRIEVED FROM RECOVERED VIDEO CAMERA There has been significant internal debate over whether or not to declassify the contents of the camera discovered by Officer Zhou. Foundation ethicists assigned to SCP-4370 argue that it has no informational value, merely constituting the propaganda put forth by forces hostile to the Foundation's cause. However, Officer Zhou has insisted it be kept on-record, in order to provide context to the events of the Whitewater investigations. Ultimately, the SCP-4370 containment team has decided to include its contents for posterity. VIDEO LOG 4370-BE [BEGIN LOG] Video opens on PoI-3178 ("Elder Rockwell"), a Whitewater-based pastor and a suspect of the SCP-5952 and SCP-3178 investigations. He is standing on a dimly-lit catwalk, similar to those recorded in previous logs. The camera is steady. Rockwell: Well met, Foundation. You may know me as "Elder Rockwell", headmaster of the Whitewater Second Chance School for Troubled Teens. (He smiles.) Good crop, this year. Far away, a piece of machinery groans. Rockwell: Now, I get the feeling you think we're enemies, that I'm some sort of… "bad actor". I do apologize about the wrong feet we got off on, but as far as I'm concerned? Water under the bridge. Rockwell: The truth is, Foundation, that America's got a problem. It's been out for decades, now, eating away its heart like a God-forsaken cancer. Jobs are going East, people are going broke, and all the while, that great shadow across our nation's getting bigger by the day. He gestures to his left, and the camera pans in turn. Rusted machinery fills the factory floor, still and broken. The camera pans back. Rockwell: I don't want this any more than you do. Them forces that keep us down, why, there's just as much my enemy as yours! If we want to take the Synagogue of Satan, we need to put our differences aside, and work together as a team. He smiles, and holds his arms outstretched. Rockwell: Won't you? [END LOG] ► Show (1) Proposed Additions ▼ DOCUMENT 4370-OVERWATCH-B Having originated from the anomaly, the video camera documented in Addendum-4370-005 was analyzed extensively. While Video-4370-BE was the only available video on the camera, it was not, in fact, the only video it had recorded. Imaging of the hard drive revealed data associated with a now-deleted video, designated Video-4370-BF, that had been recorded prior to Video-4370-BE. Due to the contents of the video, it was not declassified with the rest of SCP-4370's associated documentation. Officer Zhou has not been notified of its contents. VIDEO LOG 4370-BF [BEGIN LOG] Footage begins with on a shot of a nude and emaciated human male and an eyeless canine anomaly hovering over it, holding a knife in its jaws. A small red tentacle covers the lens, obscuring the man's face from view. The anomaly lowers its muzzle to make an incision in the man; however, it quickly stops, and another muzzle comes into view. Canine Anomaly: Put it away, now. Recording is stopped. [END LOG] CLOSING NOTES: The voice of the Canine Anomaly matches that of the unknown figure from Addendum 2, Log 6. Footnotes 1. An topologically-anomalous genus of slime mold that was exterminated by the Global Occult Coalition in the 1980s. 2. Southern United States Extranormal Organization Cooperation Treaty. 3. [REDACTED] 4. Reviewing the footage, it appears the gate required authentication via key fob. 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SCP-4371 | euclid | Aftermath of event Scharmützel-2017. Item #: SCP-4371 Special Containment Procedures: Containment of SCP-4371 is focused on the suppression of information concerning the anomaly and preventing and mitigating against its effects. The Hotel Campo Imperatore has been acquired by a Foundation front company, to be used as a center of operations surrounding SCP-4371. A video surveillance system has been installed around the hotel area to record Scharmützel events. In order to prevent the effects of a Scharmützel event, the hotel's facilities will be vacated, reducing its occupancy to a minimum of essential Foundation staff during the 11th, 12th and 13th of September of each year. Additionally, closures will be established in the access routes to Monte Portella to prevent access by civilians to the area. It is forbidden to leave the hotel facilities between 20:00 on September 11 and 7:00 on September 12. Deaths associated with a Scharmützel event will be attributed to injuries caused by accidents or due to the discovery of active munitions remaining from the Second World War. If civilians were to gain access to the area during a Scharmützel event, any survivors will be detained, interrogated and treated with amnestics before release. Description: SCP-4371 is the designation for an annual anomalous event surrounding the meadows of the Campo Imperatore1, where two military forces will appear and battle each other in an attempt to gain access to the Campo Imperatore hotel grounds2, continuing the confrontation until the complete elimination of the members of one of the forces or the neutralization of one or both leaders. Christopher Lee (PoI 77918) SCP-4371-L corresponds to an army made up of several hundred3 humanoid entities (hereafter referred as SCP-4371-L2). Those instances show deformities in their facial features as well as greenish-brown pigmentation in the skin, with stature similar to that of non-anomalous humans. SCP-4371-L2 posses a variety of medieval weapons, such as bows, axes, and swords and are hostile to all other individuals. During a Scharmützel event, members of SCP-4371-L will attempt to stop the advance of SCP-4371-S. SCP-4371-L2 instances are directed by SCP-4371-L1, a humanoid of Caucasian descent of approximately 80 years of age, dressed in a white tunic and carrying a staff with which it directs troop movements. SCP-4371-L1 has been noted to closely resemble British actor Christopher Lee (PoI-77918)4, in his role as Saruman in the Lord of the Rings film series. Otto Skorzeny (PoI 66421) SCP-4371-S corresponds to a group of about a hundred of humanoid entities, characterized and equipped as members of the Waffen-SS (entities hereinafter referred as SCP-4371-S2).5 This detachment is led by a humanoid entity (hereinafter referred to as SCP-4371-S1), resembling a man of Caucasian descent of about 40 years of age, showing a strong resemblance to Otto Skorzeny (PoI 66421).6 SCP-4371-S2 instances are non-hostile to all other individuals aside from SCP-4371-L1 instances, focusing their efforts on accessing the Campo Imperatore grounds. Discovery Log: The first incident associated with SCP-4371 would have occurred during the early hours of September 12, 2015, when a group of deer hunters was attacked by what the survivors described as "orcs", two of the civilians involved were killed as a consequence of the injuries suffered and the rest of those involved managed to flee thanks to the intervention of "a group of German soldiers who shot at the orcs" (sic). The intervention of a liaison officer allowed the transfer of the individuals to Foundation control, where they were interrogated and subsequently amnestized. A cover story that both deceased had been victims of the attack by third parties was established. Events Log: The registration of events corresponding to the years 2016, 2017 and 2018 was possible thanks to a video surveillance system established in the perimeter around the point of interest. Due to limitations in the distribution of camera traps in the monitoring area, the log obtained is not sequential. The audio records obtained were fragmentary and inconsistent, except in the final stage of each event. Event Scharmützel-2016 [0:15]: A group of three instances of SCP-4371-S2 is ambushed by about a dozen instances of SCP-4371-L2, starting a fight. In spite of the technological superiority of the armament of the SCP-4371-S2 instances, they are neutralized by the SCP-4371-L2 instances. An instance of SCP-4371-L2 produces what appears to be a hunting horn from a backpack and plays it, causing instances SCP-4371-L2 close to the place of combat to approach. [1:25]: At least five groups formed by twenty SCP-4371-L2 instances pass under the surveillance point from different directions, apparently tracking and searching procedure. In spite of the low level of light present, the instances do not carry flashlights or other sources of illumination and move without problems. [2:18]: Nearly a hundred instances of SCP-4371-L2 surround a group of about twenty instances of SCP-4371-S2, who manage to repel them effectively with the use of firearms7 and hand grenades, causing multiple casualties among the forces of SCP-4371-L2. [3:15]: The second platoon of SCP-4371-S2 is attacked by numerous instances of SCP-4371-L2, ending with the death of most of the members of SCP-4371-S2. [4:23]: An army of about 350 instances of SCP-4371-L2, commanded by SCP-4371-L1, heads towards the Campo Imperatore meadow, where they meet the remnants of SCP-4371-S forces led by SCP-4371-S1, engaging in combat on the spot. Both SCP-4371-L1 and SCP-4371-S1 intervene, causing multiple casualties in the opposing forces, resulting in the end of the combat favorable for the forces of SCP-4371-L. [5:53]: A model Storch aircraft lands in a nearby meadow and is boarded by SCP-4371-S1, while a dozen SCP-4371-S2 instances fire covering his retreats. [After the disappearance of SCP-4371-S1 the microphones close to the meadow recorded sounds similar to instrumental music for a period close to 5 minutes, being later identified by audio analysts of Site-19 as a piece belonging to the musical genre of symphonic power metal] [6:45]: The deceased and survivors who participated in the Scharmützel-2016 event disappear. Event Scharmützel-2017 [23:15] (Only audio): Shots and sporadic screams are recorded for 30 minutes, indicating that isolated clashes are taking place. [2:33]: About twenty instances of SCP-4371-S2 equipped with flame throwers begin to burn the forest area around the observation point, causing multiple casualties to SCP-4371-L2. [3:27]: After withstanding multiple casualties, SCP-4371-L2 instances manage to contain the advance of SCP-4371-S1 instances armed with flame throwers. The fire remains contained to an area of around two hectares. [4:13]: About fifty instances of SCP-4371-S2 led by SCP-4371-S1 manage to arrive at a distance of 1000 meters from the enclosure of the Campo Imperatore Hotel, where they engage the remnants of the forces of SCP-4371-L. [5:38]: Thirty instances of SCP-4371-S2 were able to close the distance of 500 meters from the Campo Imperatore hotel, and their advance was stopped by a pack of wolves (Canis lupus), apparently led by SCP-4371-L1. Additionally, the appearance of a large number of common bats (Pipistrellus pipistrellus) covers the withdrawal of SCP-4371-L1. [After the disappearance of SCP-4371-L1 the near-site recording system recorded sounds similar to German music for about 3 minutes, being later characterized by audio analysts from Site-19 as a World War II period musical theme.8 [6:45]: Disappearance of the deceased and surviving instances that participated in the SCP-4371-2017 event. Event Scharmützel-2018 This event recorded the largest number of instances belonging to both sides and the highest level of equipment, with SCP-4371-L forces equipped with bows, swords and axes, as well as three trebuchets, and SCP-4371-S forces equipped with grenade launchers in addition to conventional weaponry. Unlike the previous incidents, there are no skirmishes or isolated combats or ambush actions, both armies being positioned in the meadow of Campo Imperatore, where they engage in combat. It also corresponds to the first event in which there is a record of direct contact between SCP-4371-L1 and SCP-4371-S1. For reasons of brevity, only the most relevant events of the event are mentioned. [2:16]: The members of SCP-4371-L and SCP-4371-S begin to position themselves at the northern and southern points of the meadow. No skirmishes or isolated aggressions are observed from members of both sides. Both forces carry torches for illumination. [3:16]: The battle begins. A platoon of SCP-4371-S2 instances opens fire, killing dozens of SCP-4371-L2 instances. The attack is responded with bows shots and rocks thrown with slings. [3:53]: Projectiles thrown by SCP-4371-L trebuchets cause multiple casualties between the forces of SCP-4371-S that are in the front line, generating a breach and allowing the direct attack of the instances of SCP-4371-L2. [4:08]: Trebuchets are destroyed by the use of Panzerfaust by instances of SCP-4371-S2. Additionally, the grenades generate multiple casualties among the SCP-4371-L instances that operated the catapults and the nearby troops. From that point on, most of the fight is hand-to-hand or using short-range weapons. [6:06]: Most of the instances of SCP-4371-L2 and SCP-4371-S2 are dead or incapacitated as a result of the fighting of the last few hours, with isolated clashes occurring and it is not possible to distinguish a victorious side from this combat. SCP-4371-L1 dismounts from a horse and abandons his staff, extracting from between his clothes a retractable baton that begins to radiate a reddish luminosity. SCP-4371-S1 throws his rifle and draws a large hunting knife, approaching SCP-4371-L1. Both instances seem to greet each other and exchange a few words before starting a knife fight. After a few minutes of fighting SCP-4371-L1 manages to make a deep cut in the abdomen of SCP-4371-S1 while SCP-4371-S1 stabs him in the chest. Both instances collapse, dying a few moments later. This causes the disappearance of all active and deceased instances participating in the event about 35 minutes before sunrise on September 12, 2018. Update: Additional discovery The following note, handwritten in parchment ink, was found during a routine inspection by Foundation staff on the morning of September 12, 2018, on the grounds near the Campo Imperatore Hotel. I spent my life looking for a worthy role to play and only death could give it to me. C.L. As of September 30, 2019, no new Scharmutzel event or anomalous activity related to SCP-4371 has been noted. If no further activity takes place by October 2020, SCP-4371 will be reclassified as Neutralized. Footnotes 1. Located in the province of l'Aquila, Abruzzo, Italy 2. Known as the place from where German commandos liberated Benito Mussolini in September 1943. 3. Depending on the event, between 300 and 500 individuals have been counted. 4. Before becoming an actor Christopher Lee served during World War II in the Royal Air Force, first as a pilot and later as a participant in special operations in Italy and Africa. Lee passed away in June 2015. 5. The Waffen-SS corresponded to the armed section of the Schutzstaffel, a Nazi paramilitary organization, dissolved at the end of the Second World War. 6. Otto Skorzeny was an Austrian colonel of the Waffen-SS known for his participation in the rescue operation of dictator Benito Mussolini in 1943. Skorzeny died in July 1975. 7. Weapons identified as MP43 rifles. 8. Specifically SS Marschiert in Feindesland theme. |
SCP-4372 | euclid | SCP-4372: So Very Small, So Very Safe Author: Francis Scalia. Image Credit: See comments. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 3/4372 LEVEL 3/4372 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4372 euclid Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned MTF Site-77 Dr. Shirley Gillespie Dr. Brian Haskell N/A Special Containment Procedures SCP-4372-1 SCP-4372 should be kept in a standard containment unit measuring no less than 20x20x20m within Site-77. The boundary of SCP-4372 must be monitored to ensure it does not come into contact with the walls of the containment unit. Exploration teams must to be tethered to a recovery winch anchored beyond the border of SCP-4372. The Ashby Protocol was enacted by Dr. Joseph Edmunson on ██/██/17. Therefore, manned exploration of SCP-4372 is no longer permitted. No contact is to be attempted with effects/entities within SCP-4372. Communications originating from SCP-4372 are not from Foundation personnel. Description SCP-4372 is a gaseous substance that forms a half-sphere reaching 4.5 m in height and fluctuates between 10 m and 14 m in diameter. The substance resembles a dense smoke, and physical contact leaves a dusty residue comprising of carbon, calcium, phosphorus, and other molecules believed to have biological origins. It is unknown if living matter can be safely recalled from SCP-4372. External testing during manned exploration suggests that matter within the boundaries of the SCP-4372 is compressed into increasingly smaller, flatter dimensions as it approaches the center. Individuals within SCP-4372 do not seem to notice this effect. Due to these compression effects, the internal topography of SCP-4372 appears vastly larger than its outer dimensions. Crossing the threshold of the gaseous substance reveals a barren, desert-like environment completely saturated in SCP-4372, which is otherwise devoid of notable features. SCP-4372-1 is a light source that appears to float at the center of the gaseous substance. External observation measures SCP-4372-1 emitting visible light at 3500 lumens. Reports from inside SCP-4372 depict the light in the distance, resting near the horizon. Attempts by Foundation personnel to reach SCP-4372-1 are not believed to have succeeded. Manned expeditions have confirmed the presence of humanoid entities within SCP-4372. Neither intent nor agency of these entities has been confirmed. Attached Addenda Addendum 4372.1: Exploration Logs On ██/██/2017, Dr. Mai Giang Lê oversaw the first and only manned exploration of SCP-4372. A Provisional Exploration Team (PET) was assembled including two D-class personnel experienced in exploratory testing and equipped with modified Foundation chemical HAZMAT equipment. Dr. Mai and Researcher Edmunson supervised the mission from the control room overlooking SCP-4372, while Specialist Addaway was assigned to personnel recall duty within the containment cell. Physical actions recorded by cameras in the control room and containment cell were transposed into these transcripts when applicable. No useable footage from inside SCP-4372 was recovered. Exploration 4372.1 Audio Log Transcript Date: ██/██/2017, 0617 hours Team Lead: Dr. Mai Giang Lê, Head Researcher [BEGIN LOG] D-82626: Well, now I feel like an astronaut. Just like I always dreamed. D-30199: How's your airflow? (D-82626 gives the "thumbs up" sign.) Dr. Mai: Gentleman, please vocalize all responses for the record. Drone cameras haven't sent much back, so we don't know if we'll get any useful video. D-82626: Yep, okay. The suit's fine. I can see a scratch on the faceplate, is that okay? Dr. Mai: Yes, we saw it during suit check. It's just a scratch in the reflective coat. Addaway, please hook up the recall winches. (Addaway nods at the camera and clips tethers into the back of the PET's HAZMAT suits.) D-82626: That smoke shit is weird. What is it? D-30199: No idea. It's not supposed to be dangerous, though. Just dusty. D-82626: Why the spaceman suits if it isn't dangerous? D-30199: You can go naked if you want. D-82626: Seriously, though? D-30199: Maybe it's only dangerous if you're playing around in it. D-82626: Right. Boss, could you please remind me of our mission objective? Dr. Mai: You're to enter SCP-4372 and investigate the nature of 4372-1. D-82626: Yeah. I thought so. Addaway: Don't worry, guys. You're pros, right? And I've done this a thousand times. D-82626: Pulled idiots out of scary clouds? Addaway: No, uh. You know. The winch. Pulled this lever. (D-82626 looks to D-30199 and grunts.) Addaway: I guess I can go on break if you want. D-30199: No, no, we very much respect your winching expertise. Glad you're here, right Twenty-Six? Addaway: Seriously, I can leave it to you. I missed breakfast. There's a sandwich waiting for me in the fridge. Dr. Mai: Gentleman, all precautions have been taken. The filters will block particulate matter, and the suits are rated for gamma radiation. D-82626: Yes, boss. Dr. Mai: You'll be fine. Please proceed into SCP-4372. D-30199: Roger. Let's go, Twenty-Six. (PET-4372 approaches the boundary of SCP-4372. D-82626 hesitates, extending a hand into SCP-4372, before he is gently pushed beyond the boundary by D-30199. D-30199 enters SCP-4372.) (Contact with PET-4372 is lost for 2 hours and 39 minutes.) [END LOG] ██/██/2017, 0904 hours Close log ██/██/2017, 0904 hours Exploration 4372.2 Audio Log Transcript Date: ██/██/2017, 0904 hours Team Lead: Dr. Mai Giang Lê, Head Researcher Notes: This log may contain illegitimate communications from effects/entities within SCP-4372, and care should be taken in its interpretation. [BEGIN LOG] D-82626: The hell is this? Dr. Mai: Twenty-Six? D-82626: What the hell is this? D-30199: We're fine, Doctor Mai. Ninety-Nine checking in. R. Edmunson: This is Edmunson. Can you read your watch for me? D-30199: Uh, just a second. This dust is everywhere. D-82626: I'm a little nauseous here. I do not want to throw up in my helmet. Dr. Mai: Again. D-82626: Again. D-30199: It's 0625 hours. R. Edmunson: Noted, thanks. D-30199: Everything okay? R. Edmunson: Affirmative. Data confirms what the drones sent back. Dr. Mai: What do you see? D-82626: It's like standing on dirty glass. Slippery. We should have brought cleats. D-30199: There's nothing out here, Doctor. Just this dust everywhere. We can see the light. It's pretty far away. Temperature's fine, though. Thought it'd be colder. Dr. Mai: Your camera lens is obscured. Can you try to clean it? D-30199: Yeah, uh, just a second. Is that better? Dr. Mai: Not really, no. Same as the drones. It is what it is. Just describe what you're seeing. D-82626: Nothing. There's nothing here except dust and a whole lot of flat. D-30199: And the light. The dust seems like it's blowing toward it. I want to try something, just a second. D-82626: Shit. Let me try. Dr. Mai: What are you seeing? D-30199: Uh, a slight pull. I'm holding my tags out, hanging them over the ground, and the chain is sort of pulling toward the light. Just a little, I can barely feel it, but I can see it. Dr. Mai: Understood. Your mission hasn't changed. Please proceed toward the light. D-82626: You know when you say it like that, it's a lot more terrifying. D-30199: Shut it, let's move. Quick in, quick out. D-82626: Yep, yeah, okay. (Irrelevant communication excised. PET continued in the direction of SCP-4372-1 for one hour, twenty-two minutes.) D-82626: No, seriously, an ATV, like those Foundation military guys used to chase the █████ back when we were at Site-██. We'd already fucking be there by now. R. Edmunson: Command checking in. D-30199: We're all good. Still walking. D-82626: Hey, Addaway, hope you enjoyed your sandwich while I've been out here chugging my fat ass across a goddamn desert. R. Edmunson: Addaway isn't on this channel. D-82626: Oh. Can you tell him I miss him? (Dr. Mai audibly stifles a laugh) Dr. Mai: Please take this seriously. Describe what you see. D-82626: Oh, you know. It's gray out here. And it's gray back there. Gray everywhere. Feels like fucking Pompeii out here. R. Edmunson: Can you please- D-30199: He's right, it's pretty empty. I don't think we're getting any closer to 4372-1, and we've been walking for, uh, an hour? More? D-82626: You want us to walk to the sun next, Edmunson? Dr. Mai: Twenty-Six, I-. D-82626: -slippery. We should have brought cleats. D-82626: Uh. D-30199: What? D-82626: I didn't say that. D-30199: What? D-82626: I didn't fucking say anything. R. Edmunson: Can you repeat? D-82626: I mean, I did, but not just now. D-30199: We're just getting some feedback or something here. We're good. Signals are probably, uh, bouncing off, uh, well- D-82626: Shit, goddamn shit, shit. Did you see that? D-30199 What? D-30199 I get it. We're all the light. D-82626: Something just fucking bolted, right fucking there. D-30199: I didn't see it. D-82626: There's another one. Goddamn it. D-30199: Yeah, uh, Doctor, there's something here with us, low, moving fast, away from 4372-1. Dr. Mai: Your camera is still dirty, we can't see anything. Can you describe it? D:30199: So very safe. D-82626: Fucking no, I'm out. Pull the winch. We aren't equipped for contact. D-30199: Uh, low, hunched over. Can't see much through the fog. It's moving really fast. D-82626: God help me. Someone help me, please. D-82626: Are you hearing that? Pull the fucking winch. Dr. Mai: What are you hearing? D-82626: I'm hearing me, pull the winch! Addaway? Fuck, put him on. Addaway? D-30199: -light. We are all the dust. D-30199: Doctor, I'm seeing people out here. Two, in the distance. Can't make them out. D-82626: We need to go. D-30199: They're in suits, tethered. Did you send more people in here? R. Edmunson: Negative. D-82626: I can hear you there, I heard the pop. Please, say something. D-30199: They're running away. I lost sight. R. Edmunson: Can you pursue? D-30199: Pursue? I- D-30199: The first, uh, the biggest. The first. I don't know the name. D-82626: Goddamn, pull the winch! Get us out now. D-30199: I get it now. We are all the light. Always have been. D-30199: I'm hearing shit too, Doctor. Can we be recalled? D-82626: There's another of those fucking fast things. It was screaming this time. D-30199: Doctor, we have no idea what we're dealing with and all we have are cameras that don't work. Requesting recall. D-82626: I've been getting dragged for so long. Please. D-82626: Pull the fucking winch now or so help me, I will tear the fucking walls off- D-30199: Fuck, Twenty-Six? Twenty-Six? Stop, dude. Stop! D-82626: I'm a little nauseous here. D-30199: He's running. Twenty-Six is running back toward you. ██████, fucking stop! (D-82626 is heard panting.) D-82626: Goddamn, there's more. More people. D-30199: Doctor, please, requesting recall. Dr. Mai: Addaway, activate the winches, recall the team. Addaway: Yes, ma'am. D-30199: There's so many of us. We're safe. D-30199: The first, uh, the biggest. D-30199: I lost sight of Twenty-Six in the fog. I can't see him. Doctor? D-82626: Pull the winches! D-30199: We're so very small, so-(static). (Contact with PET-4372 is lost for 2 hours and 39 minutes) (Addaway fully recalls both tethers, which return unattached to PET-4372. The clips and tethers are undamaged, and no significant disruption was noted by Addaway in line tension.) [END LOG] ██/██/2017, 1112 hours Close log ██/██/2017, 1112 hours Exploration 4372.3 Audio Log Transcript Date: ██/██/2017, 1112 hours Team Lead: Dr. Mai Giang Lê, Head Researcher Notes: This log may contain illegitimate communications from effects/entities within SCP-4372, and care should be taken in its interpretation. It should also be noted that this log has excised a background din of echoed communications purportedly from the exploration team that could not be clearly understood or transcribed, including cries of panic from D-82626. [BEGIN LOG] R. Edmunson: PET-4372, this is command. Again, please, respond. D-82626: Fuck, Addaway, stop the fucking winch! D-30199: I, uh, I can't find Twenty-Six. Did you pull him? D-82626: Too fast, too fucking fast. I'm being dragged! Goddamn it, stop the winch for a second, I can't fucking get up. Dr. Mai: (mutes the radio) What the fuck is going on? What are they tethered to? (Addaway appears distressed, holds up the empty tethers and clips) Dr. Mai: (unmutes the radio) Twenty-Six, are you heading back in our direction? D-82626: You're dragging me. Fucking let me go, shit. D-82626: I didn't fucking say anything. D-30199: Command? I'm on my own out here, and, uh, I'm seeing people. What am I doing here? Dr. Mai: Ninety-Nine, listen carefully. You need to turn around and walk back in the direction of your line until you return. D-82626: You don't leave me out here, Ninety-Nine. I'm serious. D-30199: So very small, so very close. Dr. Mai: Twenty-Six, calm down. You're on your way back to us. D-82626: No way. No way. I've been dragged for too long. I should be there. Addaway? D-30199: Goddamn it. (D-30199 can be heard breathing heavily.) Goddamn it. Dr. Mai: Did you hear me, Ninety-Nine? I need you to walk back, and follow your line. D-30199: I'm seeing more people out here. A lot more. They're walking toward me. D-82626: You come get me, Ninety-Nine. You come get me! D-30199: And more of those fast things. Are those- D-30199: -all the light. We are all the dust. D-30199: Foundation suits. Goddamn it. Fuck. Uh, goddamn it. (Communication is terminated by R. Edmunson in accordance with the Ashby Protocol. After command debriefing, PET-4372 is officially deemed lost.) [END LOG] ██/██/2017, 0236 hours Close log ██/██/2017, 0236 hours Six days after the Ashby Protocol was enacted, Dr. Mai and Researcher Edmunson attempted to reestablish contact with PET-4372 without authorization. Exploration 4372.4 Video Log Transcript Date: ██/██/2017, 0236 hours Team Lead: Dr. Mai Giang Lê, Head Researcher Notes: This log may contain illegitimate communications from effects/entities within SCP-4372, and care should be taken in its interpretation. Additionally, this log is notably more coherent than previous logs; all echoes recorded in this log are identical, taking place roughly at the same time, creating the effect of each answer being given by a large group of identical voices. Following this incident, Dr. Mai received an official reprimand transferred to SCP-████. R. Edmunson was given an official reprimand. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Mai: I need their files. The deep ones. R. Edmunson: Ma'am, this is a bad- Dr. Mai: Fine, I'll do it. Get them on the radio. One at a time, Ninety-Nine first. (R. Edmunson remains motionless looking at the controls.) Dr. Mai: You can go if you'd prefer, Joe. R. Edmunson: Patching in to Ninety-Nine, three, two. (Light breathing can be heard on the radio.) Dr. Mai: Ninety-Nine? (Breathing continues, no response.) Dr. Mai: Ninety-Nine? (No response.) Dr. Mai: █████ ██████? R. Edmunson: Ma'am, if you- D-30199: Dr. Mai? Dr. Mai: █████? Are you okay? D-30199: Yes. I am safe. I get it now. We are all the light. Always have been. Dr. Mai: Where are you? D-30199 I don't know. I'm somewhere in here. I'm so very safe. Dr. Mai: I want to find you. Are you still tethered? D-30199: Oh, no. I walked to the light. We all did. Dr. Mai: What do you mean? D-30199: We're safe here. All of us. We walked to the light. We completed the mission. R. Edmunson: Please report what you found, Ninety-Nine. Dr. Mai: Where are you, █████? D-30199: The light is there because I walked to it. The dust is here because we are. We are all the light. We are all the dust. There's so many of us. We're safe. We can all be safe. This might be the only truly safe place. Dr. Mai: █████, I need you to listen. You're inside SCP-4372, and may be under a cognitohazardous effect. You [DATA EXPUNGED]. Do you remember who you are? I want to find you, but you need to come back to us. D-30199: There's no cognitohazard, Doctor. We walked into the light. It was always that way. I saw myself walking into the light, and I followed and was followed. We became so very small, so very close, so very safe. We are the dust, floating in safety. Me and me and me, and all the me's that have come and will come. We will always walk to light, and the light will always be my destination. It's safe here. R. Edmunson: Safe from what, Ninety-Nine? D-30199: The first, uh, the biggest. It's big, enormous, hidden. Buried in information. It'll crush us. Everyone. So we've been made small, simple. Too small to see. Too small to crush. R. Edmunson: The first? Please repeat, Ninety-Nine. Dr. Mai: Where are you? Please, █████, come to the edge. I can pull you out. D-30199: You're going to be crushed, Dr. Mai. The, uh, the first is coming. This is the only safe place. You can come in and become so very small, so very close, so very safe. Dr. Mai: Do you know where Twenty-Six is? Can you find him? (No response.) Dr. Mai: █████? Ninety-Nine? Please respond. (Light breathing continues. No response.) Dr. Mai: Fuck. Fuck. Bring up Twenty-Six. R. Edmunson: Yes ma'am. Three, two, one. D-82626: -leave me, wouldn't leave me. I'm going home. I'm going home. I'm going home. Wouldn't leave me, wouldn't leave me, wouldn't leave me. I'm going home, I'm-I can hear you there, I heard the pop. Please, say something. I know you're there again. Doctor? Ninety-Nine? I've been getting dragged for so long. God help me. Someone help me, please. I can't get up. I can't disconnect. I can't get up. Someone please- (Communication cut by R. Edmunson.) R. Edmunson: Ma'am? Dr. Mai? Dr. Mai, wait, if you go- [END LOG] It is important to note that exploration logs have been transcribed exactly as recorded. Linguistic analysis has been unable to definitively distinguish communications of the exploration team from "echoes" produced by anomalous effects and/or entities inside SCP-4372. Addendum 4372.2: Public Reprimand and Record of Personnel Change From: Dr. Johannes Ashby To: Dr. Mai Giang Lê Sent: 12:31 AM, ███████, 2017 Subject: Transfer to SCP-████ Dr. Mai, We have received and confirmed the following complaints lodged against you by Dr. Joseph Edmunson regarding the manned expedition into SCP-4372 on the date of ██/██/2017, and the following incident recorded six days later on ██/██/2017: Accessing Human Resources documents on D-Class personnel without an approved need-to-know. Utilizing personal information about D-class personnel without approval, including but not limited to breaching protocol regarding terms of address. Attempting extraordinary and unapproved methods in an attempt to recover D-class personnel. Putting Foundation research staff (yourself) at unnecessary risk in attempting to interact directly with a dangerous SCP object. Violation of the Ashby Protocol and risking unauthorized, potentially dangerous communication with an unknown anomalous entity. Effective immediately, Dr. Brian Haskell will be taking over managing containment for SCP-4372. You are to report to SCP-████, which extensively employs D-Class personnel for testing and maintenance purposes. I believe that in this position, you will gain a deeper understanding of how the Foundation utilizes our D-class personnel, and that with practice, you too will effectively wield the diverse resources that the Foundation offers you and your research. I hope that working with SCP-████ will help you adjust to the admittedly unorthodox life of a Foundation researcher, and that you will grow into the scientist we know you can be. Please be safe, as SCP-████ is extremely hazardous, and we may not be lucky enough to intercept your case of poor judgement in the future. We all expect great things from you, Dr. Mai. Please be more cautious in your future work with the Foundation. -Dr. Johannes Ashby |
SCP-4373 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4373 Level 4/4373 Classified Oceanic regions in which SCP-4373-1 instances have been spotted. Special Containment Procedures: Special containment procedures have been updated following 2020/08/25 (See Addendum 4373-2). The total global population of the infraorder Cetacea1 is to be kept below 70 million. The Foundation is to support continued commercial whaling of these species in order to prevent population levels from approaching this threshold. Any instances of SCP-4373-1 located by ocean-based Mobile Task Forces are to be tagged with a GPS tracking device for study of migratory patterns or brought into Foundation custody for testing. All SCP-4373-1 instances are to be terminated after testing. A SCP-4373-1 instance. Description: SCP-4373 is a pattern in noises made by cetacean species while communicating or using echolocation. While all cetacean species have been observed utilizing SCP-4373 in testing, only 22% of them are known to do so outside of captivity. SCP-4373 paralyzes members of the superorder Selachimorpha2 that hear it, usually resulting in death by asphyxiation or predation. The effect of SCP-4373 decreases farther away from the origin of the sound, becoming mostly noneffective past approximately 100 m. Paralysis from SCP-4373 is not permanent, though most sharks expire before regaining mobility. Cetaceans found using SCP-4373 in the wild or trained to use it in testing are designated as SCP-4373-1 instances. These cetaceans primarily utilize SCP-4373 for hunting sharks as prey or warding off predatory shark species. Cetaceans who do not prey on and are not preyed upon by sharks, such as Minke whales, have been observed using SCP-4373 to disable sharks in competition for the same food source. Autopsies of toothed whale SCP-4373-1 instances have found that their melon3 transmits sounds faster than what the measured density should allow. SCP-4373 has not been sufficiently studied in other types of whales to determine what effect it has on their physiology. SCP-4373 spreads exponentially, affecting Cetaceans at an increasing rate as the total number of SCP-4373-1 instances increases. Should SCP-4373-1 instances reach a global population level over 70 million, SCP-4373 becomes widespread enough to resonate even with non-anomalous Cetaceans. This creates a cascade effect that is lethal to all non-cetacean marine life within 500 km of the affected cetacean pod (see Addendum 4373-2). Addendum 4373-1: Discovery: SCP-4373 was first discovered by GOI-18153 'the Shark Punching Center' in a pod of Beluga Whales. Since its discovery, GOI-18153 have employed SCP-4373-1 instances for use in their primary objective, combating sharks in a ritualized type of combat referred to as 'Selachian Pugilisim'. The exact date of discovery is unknown as captured SPC operatives have not specified any exact time, stating only that they "learned of the gnarly noises over decades of mutual blunt-force justice against the Selachian menace" (sic). On 2018/02/14, a member of the SPC seen with an instance of SCP-4373 was captured and brought to Site-1894 for questioning. The following was recorded by a Foundation submarine en-route to Site-189 prior to capture of the SPC agent. Interview Log 4373-1: Interviewed: Coach Bay Russel, a captured member of the Shark Punching Center. Interviewer: Researcher Michael Grooms Foreword: Coach Bay Russel was brought in for questioning in regards to SCP-4373 and any possible GOI-18153 involvement in its creation. <Begin Log> Grooms: When did you first become aware of this… sound. Russel: Huh? Grooms: The one that paralyzes sharks, you had a porpoise using it with you when we brought you in. Russel: Oh, you mean SPC-3930? Grooms: Is that what your organization calls it? Russel: I think so… You want to know about it? Well… one day I had just gotten back from this mission against some of those damn hammerheads and they had this tank full of baby porpoises. They told me the porpoises were a new anti-shark weapon that we were gonna test. So I picked one of them I named him Georgie, and we started training. Grooms: So this was when you took on the porpoise, Georgie? Russel: Yep, he was just a pup then but I heard his parents were part of the program too. Grooms: So your organization has used at least two generations of porpoises…. Did Georgie take to using SCP-4373 quickly? Russel: He did. It took a few months but eventually I got it so that I could make Georgie create SPC-3930 on command. After that well… let's just say my job got a lot easier. Before I met Georgie I struggled with Bull Sharks, but afterwards I was suddenly able to take on fucking Great Whites. Grooms: But… does that count? Russel: Huh? Grooms: You… you're punching sharks that are pretty much already dead? Russel: And? Grooms: I'm confused why you consider punching immobilized sharks as 'Selachian Pugilism.' Russel appears confused. Russel: Sir… we're the shark punching center. Not the shark wrestling center. We don't care how the fist winds up in the shark's face, just that it does… It's not as fun as in the old days though. Grooms: Why not? Russel: I mean, it's just like you said. The sharks don't even fight back any more. It used to be life or death every day, the adrenaline rush was like nothing you could believe. But then SPC-3930 comes along and the sharks just like… float there and wait to be punched. Just kind of acting like sitting ducks with that creepy look on their face. Grooms: Look? Russel: Yeah, there's this… look they get whenever they hear SPC-3930, it's… it's hard to explain but it creeps me out. I've never seen anything like it. Though I guess I'd be freaked out too if I was suddenly unable to move while people punched me to death. Russel laughs and looks over his shoulder Grooms: Interesting… are there any other effects that you notice? Russel: Eh… other than the paralysis not really. Though… Russel hesitates momentarily before continuing speaking Russel: Doc, you ever heard of something called a Pattern Screamer? Grooms: I can't say that I have. Russel: Ah, okay. It's just something I heard get mentioned by the guys in charge from time to time. I don't really know what it means. Russel shrugs Grooms: Do you know anything else about these… "Pattern Screamers" or their relation to… SPC-3930? Russel: Eh… nope. Grooms: Okay than, tell me more about Georgie. Russel: Georgie? I love Georgie man! He's like… He has like that cute little porpoise face. Like, whenever I'm feeling down about Shark Punching or anything else I just look at him and he instantly makes me feel better, man. He's the best! Grooms: Have you noticed anything about his behavior that's different from other porpoises? Russel: I don't know. I'm not really an expert on marine life. I got a degree in Computer Engineering before I started working for the Center. You should ask one of our researchers. We hire a lot of Marine Biologists so one of them could probably tell you. Grooms: Anything else you'd like to tell us? Russel: I don't think so… can I go now? Grooms: If you have nothing else to say then yes, but we'll be in contact with your superiors. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following this incident Coach Russel was administered amnestics and returned to the Shark Punching Center. The SCP-4373-1 instance was terminated. Addendum 4373-2: Resonant Cascade Event (Incident-4373-A) In 2019, due to the efforts of ocean conservation organizations the total population of Cetaceans rose above 70 million. On 2020/06/24, Site-189 detected a sonar pulse emanated from a pod of humpback whales 400 km away followed by the mass death of all non-cetacean marine life in the area around the pod. A MTF Theta-5 "The Bigger Boat" vessel was dispatched to the pod's location, however it never arrived. After a short investigation, the vessel was located by Foundation aircraft without any crew on it but otherwise undamaged. The crew were never recovered. A cloning and restocking program was performed in response to the mass die off to partially replenish affected marine life. A cover story blaming the cause of deaths on industrial pollution was released and class A amnestics were administered to affected civilian communities. SCP-4373's containment procedures were updated to the current state following confirmation of recontainment. A recording of the whale call recorded just prior to the event is below: Addendum 4373-3: GOI-18153 "The Shark Punching Center" Correspondence Following Interview-4373-1 and Incident-4373-A, Boris Vilakova, a Senior Researcher involved in multiple oceanic anomalies, contacted GOI-18153 in order to confirm the information given by Coach Russel. Their email response is transcribed below. To: Dr. Boris Vilakova From: Charles Plinth Honorable members of the Secure Contain Protect Foundation, While our two organizations have come into conflict in the past, we still have a lot of respect for you blokes and the things you do for us. There are some Center secrets we're not really supposed to be talking about like how we have secret nuclear strike capabilities or that we have a hidden moon base for high risk Shark Punching experiments or that the Grand Pugiliator is really a chick, but I do think that we owe you an explanation on this one. So I'll just go out and type it out. SPC-3930, is Pattern Screamers. I imagine you'll have some questions for us, so I'll try to answer whatever I can. We didn't invent SPC-3930, we just discovered it. The first whales that could use it were a pod of Belugas just North of Russia, back then though it effected everything not just sharks. You see, these Pattern Screamer aren't your old-school gribbly tentacle monsters, they're a lot more abstract than that. They can exist in anything that contains patterns and a song, even a whale song, is just a pattern of sound. We don't know how the Screamers ended up in the whales, but we are always looking for more developed occult pugilation techniques so we were, needless to say, fascinated. We did a few tests and it worked like a charm. Well… other then a few of our agents not using enough soundproofing so they heard it, sank into the ocean and drowned. We were amazed by the results but knew that we needed a way to get it to work without losing too many of our own guys. It was a big problem that didn't seem to have an easy solution, but eventually we found a breakthrough. We found out how to communicate with the Pattern Screamers. We realized that they had been using SPC-3930 to try to communicate, we just needed to figure out how to decode the message. Once we did we figured out that these Pattern Screamer guys had some issues. Like, I actually kind of felt sorry for them. They don't exist, or maybe just don't exist the way we do and our existence is extremely painful to them. They also hate your Foundation, a lot. But, we are the SPC so we knew one thing. No matter how bad the Pattern Screamers were, the sharks are far, far worse. We thought that if we could make them feel better about the whole 'unending agony' thing then they'd be less willing to kill us. Furthermore, we realized that nothing makes people and Eldritch Horrors happier then Selachian Pugilism. So we taught the Pattern Screamers to punch sharks. Turns out their nonexistent, smaller then a neutrino fists are really effective antiselachian weapons. And it worked, after a few years of communications we managed to convince the Pattern Screamers to only attack sharks. That's right, we potentially stopped the apocalypse. You're welcome Secure Contain Protect Foundation. - Charles Plinth, Bodacious Assembly. Addendum 4373-4: GoI-18153: "The Shark Punching Center" Threat Level Review Site-189 was re-designated as a monitoring outpost for all future SPC activities following the update of SCP-4373's containment procedures. Requests to upgrade GoI-18153 to "Suppression Advised" status were denied after O5 review. + 1 New Message - Close ACCESS GRANTED CLASSIFIED Notice from the desk of O5-01 To: Dr. Boris Vilakova, Director of Site-189 Subject: Re: GoI-18153 Threat Assessment Timestamp: 2020/07/02 13:21 Dr. Vilakova We understand your concern given your history of involvement with oceanic projects but our resources are limited. It is hard to pencil in "stop the idiots punching sharks" between "cleaning up Sarkic monstrosities" and "out-bidding the GOC at a Marshall, Carter, and Dark auction" in the Foundation ledgers. Current containment procedures are holding, mass marine deaths are easy to explain away as the result of pollution, and it isn't hard to get nations to increase their whaling activity. Is it a shame? Yes, no argument there. Is it worth our time and money? No. Furthermore, I fail to see the danger in letting them pacify one anomaly themselves. If the Center are willing to contain a potentially Keter or Apollyon anomaly for us I say we let them. Future requests to reevaluate the SPC will be summarily denied. Sincerely, O5-01 false Addendum 4373-5: GoI-18153 Audio File The attached audio file was recorded by Site-189 following scouting missions on SPC operations in the Arctic Ocean off the western coast of Greenland. Footnotes 1. Aquatic mammals including whales, dolphins, and narwhals 2. Sharks 3. A mass of fatty tissue and air sacs found in the foreheads of toothed whales that acts as a sound lens for the purpose of communication and echolocation 4. 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SCP-4374 | safe | close Info X SCP-4374: This Is You by Kybard; author's page Item #: SCP-4374 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4374 is kept in a secure storage locker at Site-15. Foundation personnel are not permitted access without research authorization. UPDATE, 2018/08/12: Security personnel are to escort any researchers who handle SCP-4374 to ensure prompt re-containment after testing is complete. Description: SCP-4374 is a pair of unbranded, over-the-ear headphones. It has no wires to connect to audio devices and contains no electronics that would allow for wireless transmission or audio playback. SCP-4374. When worn, SCP-4374 plays audio of a voice with no discernible qualities (e.g., no clear age, gender, or regional background). The voice will describe a specific scene from the second-person point of view. This scene takes between 30 and 60 seconds to be described in full. At the end of each scene, the voice will say "This is you," and SCP-4374 will go silent unless worn continuously for four hours or until worn by another subject. Attempts to record or amplify SCP-4374's audio have failed. If two people listen to SCP-4374 by each holding a different headphone, each will report hearing a different scene. To date, 819 scenes have been recorded via transcription by subjects wearing SCP-4374. No patterns, naming conventions, or other details suggest a clear source or intention behind the audio. Investigations into transcribed scenes have found 12 positive matches to people or places mentioned during playback, but investigators cannot determine whether such matches are coincidental. Listeners report mild cognitohazardous effects, including intense empathy, dissociation, or disorientation. These effects typically dissipate within one hour after a single use; prolonged usage has unpredictable, and potentially more severe, results (see test logs and the 2018 containment breach report). A sampling of transcription tests follows. Sample: SCP-4374-26 Listener: Dr. Hal Reardon, 52, male; Site-15 researcher Transcription: It is a chilly autumn morning, and you are waiting for the school bus. Your sister has saved a strawberry lollipop from yesterday's visit to the doctor, and she refuses to share. When you tell her that you hate her, you see her face crumble at the thought that you are telling the truth. She laughs a moment later, but the crumbling remains in your mind to this day, deep in the pit of your coward's stomach. This is you. Notes: Dr. Reardon volunteered for SCP-4374 testing. During his post-sampling interview, Dr. Reardon confirmed that he is an only child, but also stated that he would be able to describe his sister if asked and that her name was Darlene. When interviewed two hours later, Dr. Reardon did not remember saying this and had no such recollection of a description or name. Sample: SCP-4374-243 Listener: D-616, 42, male Transcription: Kate had wanted apple pies, but you'd insisted on red velvet, and now, as you press a bite through her lips, the gleam in her eye says that she knows you were right. Then she moves to smear icing on your dress, and you laugh, as a flash from the photographer's camera blinds you both for a perfect instant. You think back to last night's dinner: Mom, retelling the old story of the deer in the backyard. Mom loves you again, you think. After all these years, love has returned. This is you. Notes: D-616 wept in the containment chamber for 20 minutes before collecting himself for the post-sampling interview. D-616 claimed to have once known a woman named Kate, but eventually confirmed that no other details of the recording meant anything to him. Sample: SCP-4374-316 Listener: D-7602, 34, female (Note: This was D-7602's seventh test of SCP-4374.) Transcription: Danny's cheeks puffed red, and you knew at once it was the allergy. The drive to the hospital took ten minutes. It should have taken fifteen, but really you needed it to take you back in time, before the pine nut grazed your baby's esophagus. He asphyxiated in the waiting room alone as you tried to park. What you remember are the blinking hazard lights on your Sonata and someone else's car honking, demanding that you move. All else was dust. This is you. Notes: D-7602 laughed off her emotional response to this sample and confirmed that no details matched her life experience. Two days later, D-7602 attacked fellow janitorial staffer D-7311, locked herself in a Site-15 broom closet, and was ultimately hospitalized for a psychotic break. Repeated testing of SCP-4374 is no longer permitted except on staff who are already under regular observation or confinement. Sample: SCP-4374-508 Listener: Dr. Jack Gillespie, 72, male; Site-15 research lead Transcription: You pull out your travel set of Connect Four, and as the plane hums and rumbles through mild turbulence, you let Jenna win again and again. She knows you're throwing each game, but she grins and gently boasts all the same, and you let her, because the grinning was your goal all along. When she finally grows bored and reaches for her neck pillow, you close your eyes and try to memorize the serotonin high fluttering along your throat. This is you. Notes: Dr. Gillespie volunteered for SCP-4374 sampling. During the post-sampling interview, Dr. Gillespie noted lightheadedness and giggled unprompted several times. Sample: SCP-4374-716 Listener: Candace Fields, 28, female; Site-15 research assistant Transcription: It's the series finale of Hell's Mendicants — nine damn seasons! — so of course you got the old watch party together. Steve and Bran, Jenna, even Kris came by (but not Dan, of course, they broke up so long ago). You got out the popcorn and ginger beer, just like that first night. Everyone laughed and sobbed and gasped all together in front of the television's glow. During the last commercial break, Bran said, "I'm gonna miss the shit out of this stupid show," and you wanted to cry and hug him and say, "I'm gonna miss you, too," even though you see Bran every other week. This is you. Notes: No television program with the title Hell's Mendicants exists. In her post-sampling interview, Ms. Fields reported a powerful sense of nostalgia, but in relation to a memory of her father taking her camping as a child. She could not explain the connection, but insisted on recounting the latter memory in detail. Further investigation revealed that Ms. Fields' father died when she was 18 months old. + Addendum: 2018 Containment Breach - Addendum: 2018 Containment Breach Between 2018/03/12 and 2018/07/19, SCP-4374 was missing from its Site-15 storage locker. Foundation investigators cross-referenced personnel logs with SCP-4374 test logs and ultimately tracked it to the home of Dr. Gillespie, who had formerly volunteered for sample SCP-4374-508. Dr. Gillespie had resigned his post on 2018/03/14, two days after SCP-4374-508. Dr. Gillespie returned SCP-4374 willingly and consented to an exit interview before submitting to amnestic treatment and re-integration into civilian society. INTERVIEW: Dr. Jack Gillespie, 2018/07/20 Dr. Manning: We're recording. This is Dr. Kate Manning, Site-15, conducting an exit interview for… well, doctor, why don't you state your name and age for the record. Dr. Gillespie: Of course. Dr. Jack Gillespie. Seventy-three. You know it was my birthday just two weeks ago? Dr. Manning: (pause) Yes, it was. Happy birthday, doctor. How are you feeling this morning? Dr. Gillespie: Same as I was when the task force folks asked that question in my home, Kate. I'm fine. No cognitive dissociation, no anomalous effects. Dr. Manning: Usually someone who thinks they're fine doesn't consent to a brain wipe, Dr. Gillespie. Dr. Gillespie: Are you suggesting I had a choice in the matter? Dr. Manning: No. I'm simply— Dr. Gillespie: Besides, I wouldn't call it a "brain wipe," personally. It doesn't concern me. Dr. Manning: That matches what you told the retrieval team. Could you explain that to me, Dr. Gillespie? Even without a choice, most people in your position would feel some… consternation about the situation. Dr. Gillespie: Sand on the beach, Kate. Dr. Manning: I'm sorry? Dr. Gillespie: Let me ask you something. Have you ever had half a memory stuck in your mind? Dr. Manning: I'm… not sure I follow. Dr. Gillespie: Well, I've had half a memory stuck in my head for years. In it, I'm saying goodbye to my old coworker, Jenna Graves, from back in my MIT days. Dr. Manning: Dr. Gillespie — Dr. Gillespie: Oh, I had such a crush on Jenna, you wouldn't believe. It was because of how quickly she could beat me in a game of Scrabble, and how much she enjoyed winning. Made me want to tackle her, and learn her secrets. Sound of Dr. Manning hand-writing notes as Dr. Gillespie speaks. Dr. Gillespie: Anyway. This memory, it's of the last time I ever saw her. Nothing… happened to her, I don't think. We just lost touch. I was at Site-15 barely three months later, most of my old connections severed by the employment agreements. An amicable parting, yet no less melancholy. So: I'm saying goodbye to her, only it's just another Thursday at the time, I have no idea what the future holds. And she says to me: "Next time we play, Jack, try." Dr. Manning: Try? Dr. Gillespie: Try something. Some word. A high-scoring word in Scrabble, I suppose. I remember laughing, nodding, knowing, and now I cannot for the life of me finish that sentence. That word was our in-joke, our central shared memory, and it vanished from me decades ago. Dr. Manning: Dr. Gillespie, you reported— Dr. Gillespie: Let me finish, please. Now, I didn't expect that SCP-4374 would reveal that magic word, but I thought… well, that's just it. I thought and thought, and imagined that in the thinking, a simple word might float to the surface, and I could perhaps remember an extra detail of her face, as well. Small joys can be so much, at my age. Dr. Manning: If I can just refer you to your file… Dr. Gillespie: I know what's in the file. You're missing the point, Kate. I wanted to think, so I took the headphones home, and I kept them on. Dr. Manning: Continuously? Dr. Gillespie: Mmhm. (laughs) New memories every few hours, Kate, for four months. Funerals. Poker games. Bar fights. Temper tantrums. Arrests, promotions, vacations, and the joy and the shame and the fear and the love in the eyes of people I had known forever and never known at all. Dr. Manning: Never known at… Jack. I need to tell you — Dr. Gillespie: — about my file? Kate. (chuckles) I already know. In fact, it was some time in early June when I first thought to check and confirmed that, of course, I never went to MIT. I'm sure there was a Jenna Graves, or is, out there somewhere; perhaps I knew her. Perhaps not. But it's so wonderful to remember her. Silence. Dr. Manning taps her pen against the desk. Dr. Gillespie: You're wondering how this doesn't qualify as a cognitive dissociation. Dr. Manning: No, I think I understand. You're consenting to amnestics because you've already lost… because you already don't know who you are anymore, because of SCP-4374. Dr. Gillespie: (laughs) Not at all! I think I understand myself better than you do, at this point. Did you ever take a philosophy class in your undergraduate studies, Kate? Dr. Manning: Did I…? Dr. Gillespie: As I recall — or do I? (chuckles) — David Hume defined the self as a culmination of our collective prior experience. The past few months have led me to reject that almost entirely. Dr. Manning: Because your experiences, your memories, are no longer entirely your own? Dr. Gillespie: Precisely. Yet at no point did I lack conviction in the knowledge of my identity, of my memory, of the frame of my silhouette. It doesn't matter that the silhouette warped and shifted over time. Don't you see? It always does. Dr. Manning: I'm sorry, but I still don't understand how you're so content. Dr. Gillespie: I am content because I know myself, Kate; I know my mind. It's a wonderful, plastic thing. Our self is redefined with new information and erases contradiction. We are who we always were. We re-conform and find a new peace, a new understanding, which is, of course, the same as it ever was. Dr. Manning: But it's not. Even if you've rationalized it, your sense of identity is still damaged. Dr. Gillespie: I know myself, Kate. Experience is merely detail. I stole ten dollars from my mother's wallet; I killed the class goldfish; I ate three hamburgers at 2 AM and vomited scotch onto my girlfriend's bedsheets; I sprained my ankle in the last leg of the New York City Marathon; I met the pope; I cried myself to sleep beside my granddaughter's casket. Through all of it, true or false, I remain Jack Gillespie. Dr. Manning: So this… your decision here isn't SCP-4374, is what you're saying. You've had a philosophical revelation, not a cognitive break. Dr. Gillespie: Mm. Dr. Manning: I… can't say that I agree with that, Jack. I think we're about done with this interview. I'm truly sorry. Dr. Gillespie: Don't be. You'll wipe my mind, and I'll lose some lies and a few truths, too, but I'll still be here. And what's left… well, it's like my half-memory of Jenna. Truer than most days I can recall in full. The chamber door opens. Dr. Manning rises from her seat. Dr. Manning: The guards will escort you to the amnestics room. Dr. Gillespie: It's okay, Kate. Really. They'll take a handful of sand and leave me on the beach to watch the waves smooth things over once more. I'll still have myself. Come say hi some time, if you can. Dr. Manning: Goodbye, Dr. Gillespie. Thank you. Recording ends. |
SCP-4375 | thaumiel | BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL AND THE ETHICS COMMITTEE The following file contains information regarding the SCP-4375-1 Field Use Project, and is level 4/4375 Classified. Unauthorized access may be cause for amnestecization or termination. [ENTER VALID DECRYPTION KEY] [DECRYPTION KEY ACCEPTED] Item #: SCP-4375-1 (See File Update) Level 4/4375 Classified Part of SCP-4375 following its neutralization. Image was taken by Dr. Willow and Pvt. West SCP-4375-1. File Update <21/03/2014>: The file for SCP-4375 can be found further down the page. This has been done due to the neutralization of SCP-4375 and the creation of SCP-4375-1.1 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4375-1 is currently kept within the main containment unit of the second building of Specialized Containment And Research Site-4375-01. SCP-4375-1 is to be wearing a straitjacket and a bandage covering its eyes. It is to be strapped to its hospital bed where it is to be fed via IV Drip and is to be connected to an assigned generator via the YBOD-01 Device2 in order to perpetuate containment. This device is to be in "Containment Mode" by default. Changing the active mode of the device requires majority approval from the O5 Council. Specialized Containment And Research Site-4375-01 has been outfitted with a total of 68 Scranton Reality Anchors in order to preserve the containment of SCP-4375-1, with 8 of these being located in and around the main containment unit of the second building, which is where SCP-4375-1 is contained. All persons are recommended to maintain a distance of at least 10m from SCP-4375-1, even when the anomaly is in containment, in order to avoid the effects of the anomaly. Should YBOD-01 device fail, malfunction or lose power, or should any other scenario possibly resulting in SCP-4375-1 breaching containment occur, the current site administrator of Specialized Containment And Research Site-4375-01 is to initiate a full site evacuation. Due to the YBOD-01 device, SCP-4375-1 is currently fully controlled by the Foundation.3 If the YBOD-01 device has been destroyed or damaged, resulting in SCP-4375-1 being able to use its anomalous abilities and move freely for an indefinite amount of time, the anomaly may be neutralized via sniper fire or ballistic missiles. Pvt. Aaron West prior to receiving SCP classification. Level 3 researcher Dr. Adam Willow is not under any circumstances to come in contact with SCP-4375-1, any persons involved in its containment or any persons involved in the SCP-4375-1 Field Use Project.4 Description: SCP-4375-1 is a 24 year old human male of African American descent, formerly known as Private Aaron West, a former armed guard working for the SCP Foundation. SCP-4375-1 is, since Event-4375-04, a Class III Reality Bender with a Hume level of 72/147, although its reality bending effects are not noticeable when the anomaly is in containment due to the the effects of the YBOD-01 Device. Due to the effects of the YBOD-01 Device, SCP-4375-1 has forgotten all events that occurred prior to its containment, is suffering from major depressive disorder, and is blind due to blood poisoning caused by the device. Due to the mental state of SCP-4375-1 and its effect on its anomalous properties, SCP-4375-1 may manipulate its surroundings in completely unpredictable and often otherwise illogical or impossible ways if the YBOD-01 Device becomes inactive through any means. Addendum 4375.1: Event-4375-04 EVENT-4375-04 | <09/12/2013> Notes: SCP-4375, which is currently neutralized, is a glade located in Northern Indiana, USA. Prior to Event-4375-04, SCP-4375 was a Safe-Class SCP that had the ability to allow persons standing on it to remember forgotten memories, even if these had been removed using amnestics. SCP-4375 also had a hume level somewhat higher than the standard level of its surroundings, although this did not alter the surroundings in any notable way. Summary: Event-4375-04 occurred when a Global Occult Coalition Aerial Vehicle flew over the site of SCP-4375 with neither any warning nor permission. The vehicle was not able to be destroyed and proceeded to bomb the anomaly, neutralizing SCP-4375, spreading a swarm of unidentified, presumably anomalous glowing spores into the air. One armed guard, Aaron West, was apparently targeted by these and was struck by a large swarm of them. These spores seemingly had no anomalous effects on West. No other personnel were exposed to these spores. The Global Occult Coalition has since denied its involvement in the event and the vehicle involved was never identified. Addendum 4375.2: SCP-4375 File SCP-4375 FILE (OUTDATED) | <11/03/2012> Item #: SCP-4375 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4375 is contained at its site of discovery. A border wall with a constant distance of approximately 5m from SCP-4375 has been set up around the anomaly. Security cameras have been placed on the wall, and the live feeds of these are to be monitored around the clock. In the event that an unauthorized person enters SCP-4375, they are to be detained and given Class A Amnestics before being escorted to their homes. Description: SCP-4375 is a glade located in Northern Indiana, USA. The anomalous properties of SCP-4375 manifest once a person travels onto the glade. The person will immediately be informed of all of their previously lost memories simultaneously, even if these memories have been removed using amnestics or have been forgotten due to dementia or similar disorders. Amnestics can however be used with their intended effects on persons who have already been exposed to the anomalous effects of SCP-4375. SCP-4375 also has a hume level of 76/107, although this does not in any notable way bend or manipulate the surrounding area. 1 The use of SCP-4375 to restore memories for eyewitness interviews and testimonies is only to be carried out with permission from at least one personnel with a Level 4 Clearance or higher. Unauthorized use of SCP-4375 will result in the amnesticization and relocation of the perpetrator. Discovery: SCP-4375 was discovered by level 3 researcher Dr. Adam Willow and armed guard Private Aaron West, who lived in the area at the time of discovery. Footnotes: 1. Due to this, it is theorized that SCP-4375 may originate from an Earth-like planet in an alternate universe, or that it may have been exposed to such a location through other means. Addendum 4375.3: Recovery Logs UA-038-POKG RECOVERY LOG TRANSCRIPT | <02/07/2014> Date: 02/07/2014 Recovery Team: Mobile Task Force Pi-1 "City Slickers" Subject: UA-038-POKG Team Lead: P-1 4 Team Members: P-1 1, P-1 3, P-1 4, P-1 6, P-1 7, P-1 8, P-1 9 Notes: Members of MTF Pi-1 "City Slickers" were sent to the apartment belonging to UA-038-POKG and Level 3 Researcher Dr. Adam Willow to retrieve both subjects. The following log regards a "UA", or "Undocumented Anomaly". Therefore, the properties and abilities of the anomaly in question are not known yet. <Begin Log> P-1 4: We're ready, Command. Everyone, are your cameras on and are your mics working? P-1 7: Check. P-1 3: Testing. P-1 9: Check. P-1 6: Testing. P-1 1: Check. P-1 8: Check. Command: Okay, Pi-1. You may exit the vehicle and enter the apartment building. MTF Pi-1 do as instructed, exiting the transport vehicle and approaching the building before unlocking the door using a code that was initially recovered from Dr. Willow's office. They walk up the stairs of the building, up to floor 2 where they stop at door 4 and assume breaching positions. Command: You may breach. P-1 4: Okay, P-1 8. You kick the door down on my command. Me, you and P-1 9 find the UA while the others look through the apartment. Dr. Willow should be here as well, but the UA is our number one priority. P-1 8: Roger that. Breaching on your command. P-1 4 nods towards P-1 8, who kicks the door in. MTF Pi-1 all make their way in, splitting up, leaving P-1 4, P-1 8 and P-1 9 alone as they move forward. They walk into what appears to be a living room, where UA-038-POKG can be seen sitting on the couch, seemingly aware of the presence of MTF Pi-1. P-1 4 puts the wrists of UA-038-POKG behind its back and ties them together using a zip tie. P-1 4: UA is detained. Now find Willow. P-1 9: Roger that. P-1 1: I've found Willow! He is attempting to escape! Researcher Adam Willow, stop running or you will be terminated! P-1 7 runs downstairs towards the now stopped Dr. Willow and puts the researcher's hands behind his back and applies zip ties to them. Shortly after, the apartment building appears to be pulled into itself, crushing all Pi-1 members except for P-1 7 before expanding to its previous size with no visible damage to the building. P-1 7 starts opening fire towards the balcony of the building as UA-038-POKG exits the building by climbing down from the balcony. All bullets fired at UA-038-POKG appear to disintegrate in mid air, resulting in no damage done to the anomaly. UA-038-POKG walks towards P-1 7 slowly as P-1 7 fires at it. All weapons belonging to P-1 7 are then disintegrated and P-1 7 is lifted off of the ground and turned 180 degrees on the vertical axis before being forcefully shoved into the ground and expiring. <End Log> Second Recovery Attempt Summary: UA-038-POKG was informed that if it used its anomalous abilities on the MTF Epsilon-11 "Nine Tailed Fox" members at the location, Dr. Willow would be terminated. Recovery was successful and UA-038-POKG received SCP Classification and was assigned a temporary containment unit at Armed Biological Containment Area-14. Addendum 4375.4: Interview with Researcher Adam Willow. INTERVIEW WITH RESEARCHER ADAM WILLOW | <13/03/2014> Interviewee: Dr. Ruth Redd Interviewed: Dr. Adam Willow Information: Level 3 Researcher Dr. Adam Willow played a big part in the gathering of information relating to SCP-4375-1 and provided much of the information that is used in this document. Due to his involvement and cooperation, he was permitted to keep working for the SCP Foundation under amnesticization . According to Dr. Willow and SCP-4375-1, Adam was in a relationship with SCP-4375-1 prior to it receiving SCP Classification. <Begin Log> Dr. Redd: How do you know SCP-4375-1? Dr. Willow: He is… or was my boyfriend. Dr. Willow is visibly uncomfortable. Dr. Redd: Okay. What are its abilities, exactly? What can it do? Dr. Willow: He… He's a reality bender. We've never checked his humes but all I know is that he is strong. Really strong. I believe he would be a Class II or III… Dr. Redd: Okay. We have had an idea since the creation of SCP-4375-1. We have an ongoing project centered around what you could call "mind control", basically allowing us to have our very own reality bender, one that we have full control over. Dr. Willow starts tearing up and is coughing into his arm. Dr. Willow. Please don't… please… I don't know what I would do if you did that to him. Dr. Redd: Okay. You now have a choice, Adam. Get amnesticized to forget all details about SCP-4375-1 and continue working for us, or be terminated. We expect you to comply. Dr. Willow is now crying. Dr. Willow: Is that really a choice, then? I don't have a choice in this. None at all. The Foundation isn't supposed to work like this. This isn't right. Dr. Willow rises up from his seat before being held down by a guard and detained. <End Log> Closing Statement: The Field Use Project was continued and Dr. Willow was amnesticized. Addendum 4375.5: Field Use Project Proposal SCP-4375-1 FIELD USE PROJECT PROPOSAL | <13/05/2015> SCP-4375-1 Field Use Project proposal Research Team: Specified research team from Site-45 Project Date: 13/05/2015 Proposal Statement: The aim of this project is to utilize SCP-4375-1 for field use through experimental technology that is currently in development. This would let the SCP Foundation have full control over the Class III reality bender, which would aid in the containment of other anomalies. Additionally, SCP-4375-1 could be used to stabilize or repair altered reality in order to prevent civilian knowledge of the SCP Foundation and prevent people being hurt by the effects of other anomalies. Research Team Lead: Dr. Mo Castelo, Ph. D Assistant Leads: Dr. Anna James, Ph.D, Dr. Edmund Charles, Ph. D Requested Resources: Full access to all documented research from Dr. Robert Scranton. Full access to all documented research from Dr. Jonathan Oscar. Full access to all documented information regarding [DATA REDACTED]. Full access to all documented information regarding the Scranton Reality Anchor (SRA) and all related research. Materials necessary to construct a specialized containment and testing facility fit for containing and researching reality bending anomalies. No fewer than 25 D-Class personnel for testing purposes. Project Details: Utilizing resources used to construct SRAs, the assigned research team has successfully constructed the miniature SRA that will be used to prevent the device used from succumbing to the effects of SCP-4375-1. They have also utilized research from Dr. Jonathan Oscar to construct a device that can be used to manipulate brain activity and bodily movements based on a command-based system. This device will then be combined with the miniature SRA. Specialized Containment And Research Site-4375-01 is to be constructed, disguised as a military base on the previous location of SCP-4375 in Northern Indiana, USA. It is to be constructed in a way similar to an Armed Biological Containment Site or Area, with a focus on reality bending anomalies. Only one containment unit will be needed, but more are to be constructed to be used if the initial containment unit is destroyed. SCP-4375-1 is to be contained at Armed Biological Containment Area-14 until Site-4375-01 is fully constructed. Addendum 4375.6: Field Use Project Information FIELD USE | <30/06/2017> THE FOLLOWING DOCUMENTATION CONTAINS INFORMATION REGARDING THE SCP-4375-1 FIELD USE PROJECT, AND IS THEREFORE LEVEL 4/4375 CLASSIFIED BY ORDER OF THE ETHICS COMMITTEE. Foreword: This document was developed by researchers at Research Site-45 as a way to utilize the anomalous properties of SCP-4375-1 in the field in a safe and controlled way in order to contain or destroy other anomalies and additionally to repair and restabilize reality where needed. SCP-4375-1 has, since the completion of the SCP-4375-1 Field Use Project been relocated to the newly built Specialized Containment And Research Site-4375-01, which was created exclusively for the containment and research of and regarding SCP-4375-1. The project had to be delayed multiple times and had to be scrapped multiple times due to the difficulty of installing the YBOD-01 Device on SCP-4375-1 and the difficulty of working with an anomaly with such properties, although the involved researchers have agreed that the project has now given the desired results. The YBOD-01 Device: The YBOD-01 Device is implanted into the Larynx, which is located at the back of the neck of the subject, where it is connected to nerves corresponding to all voluntary bodily movements, allowing non-voluntary bodily movements to continue without any alteration. The YBOD-01 Device also contains a miniature Scranton Reality Anchor to prevent the device from being affected by the anomalous properties of SCP-4375-1. When SCP-4375-1 is in containment, the YBOD-01 Device is to have its active mode set to "Containment Mode". This prevents SCP-4375-1 from moving, forming thoughts and using its anomalous abilities. When SCP-4375-1 is not in containment, the active mode of the device may be set to "Command Mode". Here, it can receive commands from a remote terminal, controlling its movements and anomalous properties. The active mode of the YBOD-01 Device can be changed using a switch on the device. The device is not to be disabled at any time. Disabling the device may result in the complete destruction or reconstruction of the area surrounding SCP-4375-1. Note From The Ethics Committee: We completely understand your reservations about utilizing SCP-4375-1 for field use, especially if you knew it as Aaron West, prior to it receiving SCP classification. We can assure you that the existence of SCP-4375-1 and the SCP-4375-1 Field Use Project has greatly aided the Foundation in the containment and neutralization of multiple other anomalies as we strive to keep normalcy while staying under the civilian radar. And about Dr. Willow; he's not aware and will never be aware of this and is therefore not harmed by it. You should not feel sorry for him just like you should not feel sorry for SCP-4375-1. For the greater good. - The Ethics Committee. Addendum 4375.7: Notable Field Operations NOTABLE FIELD OPERATIONS | <08/12/2017> OPERATION I | <14/07/2017> Subject: UA-536-MAJW Description: SCP-4375-1 was utilized by MTF Lambda-5 "White Rabbits" to repair reality damage and to stabilize the hume level of an area affected by UA-536-MAJW. Notes: The operation was successful and SCP-4375-1 will see continued use in order to repair and stabilize altered reality. OPERATION IV | <30/07/2017> Subject: UA-894-IQMF Description: An experimental operation to see if SCP-4375-1 was fit for the containment of other anomalies. This was tested on humanoid Class I reality bender UA-894-IQMF. Operation was successful and the anomaly has received SCP Classification. OPERATION VI | <10/08/2017> Subject: Dysfunctional Scranton Reality Anchor (SRA) Description: SCP-4375-1 was used to restabilize local reality after the destruction and subsequent temporarily altered and unstable reality of the area surrounding the SRA. Operation was a success, and SCP-4375-1 was successfully utilized to stabilize the local reality and then to destroy the dysfunctional SRA. OPERATION IX | <21/08/2017> Subject: UA-109-AKAI Description: SCP-4375-1 was used to neutralize UA-109-AKAI, a Class III reality bender, after the anomaly had not cooperated with the Foundation during its attempted containment. Notes: [DATA REDACTED] OPERATION XI | <10/09/2017> Subject: Foundation enemies Description: SCP-4375-1 was used to terminate traitorous Foundation members and implanted GOI members, which was ordered by the O5 Council. Notes: [DATA REDACTED] OPERATION XV | <30/10/2017> [DATA REDACTED] Addendum 4375.8: Recovered documentation RECOVERED DOCUMENTATION | <7/01/2018> Information: During and after the discovery of SCP-4375, Dr. Willow utilized a notebook for documentation regarding the anomaly. The following excerpt contains said documentation: PAGE 56: Me and Aaron went out on a walk today. We seem to have found an undocumented anomaly. I walked onto it first and got a sharp headache and had my mind flooded with tons and tons of photographic memories of things I have experienced. All of my life from my birth and until now. Aaron got scared and backed away, so he didn't get affected. We returned home and I retrieved this notebook for documentation. Probably a Safe-Class. Probably a level 2 clearance file. Promote me. Hume reading might be somewhat higher than the surroundings. The air feels heavier, at least. Gives you all your memories back. You might be able to use this to bring back redacted memories, but we don't know. How do amnestics even work, man? PAGE 57: I'll probably be writing this file, so I'll just have to copy SOME of these notes and such to put in the file. Draft for the thing: Item number: SCP-? Object class: safe Threat le Special containment procedures: SCP-? is to be contained where it was discovered. No containment is necessary, but the surrounding area is to be protected in order to prevent civilian knowledge of SCP-? Description: SCP-? is a glade located in Indiana, USA. SCP-? restores memories of people inside its area of effect, and has a high hume level. Discovery: SCP-? was discovered by Dr, Willow and Pvt. West PAGE 58: Can't really focus on writing the notes and file and such right now. Can't sleep either. but like did the chicken or the egg come first? PAGE 59: I can't sleep right now. Nothing that’s very interesting has happened today, to be honest. Writing here because I’ve finished my book and looking at my phone will just keep me awake. I don’t even write here that often. PAGE 60: Nothing bad will happen. Information: The page transcribed below, as well as a used amnestics needle, a pile of ash and a cigarette end were retrieved from the location of Dr. Willow following his amnesticization. PAGE 61: I'm burning up the last photo of us. I don't normally smoke, but I figured that this could be the first time. Won't remember it anyway, the amnestic is probably going into effect soon. I'm so sorry that it had to end like this. I love you, Aaron, I always will. Footnotes 1. See Addendum 4375.1. 2. See Addendum 4375.5 3. See Addendum 4375.5 4. See Addendum 4375.3 |
SCP-4376 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4376 - Have you tried just smiling more? Author: Crashington More by this author: http://www.scp-wiki.net/poi-3181-198-file Critique Credit: gee0765 TheMightyMcB T Rutherford Lt Flops 2/4376 LEVEL 2/4376 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4376 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4376 is to be contained in a Humanoid Containment Cell outfitted with greater vertical space, and specially constructed furniture to accommodate its anatomy. Description: SCP-4376 is a 23-year-old human male by the name of Wilhelm Schröder. Since 2019/06/10, Mr. Schröder possesses a unique physical abnormality: his head sits on a secondary torso, which has grown out of his original body's neck. Both bodies are genetically and visually matching.1 Wilhelm Schöder's medical history shows that he was diagnosed with clinical depression at the age of 14, with the last evaluation at the age of 22, while psychological evaluations over the course of his containment could not identify symptoms of such a condition. Schröder is aware of this and has expressed great pride in "getting better" and "just following such a simple trick" [sic]. Addendum SCP-4376.1 Discovery: SCP-4376 was discovered on 2019/06/10 on his way home from his job at an insurance company. Witness reports to the police were intercepted and a disinformation campaign, portraying it as a viral advertisement for a new horror movie, was put in place. Co-workers reported seeing Schröder using his phone to chat during the lunch break and afterwards going to the bathroom for an unusual amount of time before emerging in his current form. His phone was recovered and the chat log of this specific time span has been logged below. Honey 💗 10:35|Wilhelm: I'm sorry 12:15|Honey 💗: do not give me that. cant you think of me for once? You even know how much this hurts me? To see you like that? 12:18|Honey 💗: Cant you justtry a little fucking harder 12:19| Honey 💗: get over yourself 12:20|Wilhelm: I 12:20|Wilhelm: I guess Ill try Footnotes 1. Similar to the result of the phenomenon on the body of SCP-5286. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4376" by Crashington, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4376. 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-4377 | keter | Item #: SCP-4377 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4377 is currently uncontained. Multiple Foundation personnel are permanently engaged in direct combat nearby, and are currently attempting to direct it into uninhabited areas of woodland. A unit of MTF Upsilon-Peorð ("Slings and Arrows")1 has been instructed to maintain a safe distance, divert civilians away from the entity, and attempt to block it from public view by means of WPSEP2 generators and conventional camouflage. Research into a method of overcoming SCP-4377's compulsive effects is ongoing. Under no circumstances are any persons to come within 60 metres of the entity. The original site of SCP-4377. Description: SCP-4377 is an immense entity composed of forty-eight individual humans, bound together with adhesive solvents, paper, and large amounts of wood pulp. SCP-4377 is roughly humanoid in shape, and wears a crude 'crown' constructed from the rotating drum of a paper press. It displays both autonomy and low-level sentience, ambulates constantly at an average speed of 0.15 kph, and does not respond significantly to external stimuli beyond a range of 55 metres. Despite remaining fully conscious (and seemingly invulnerable), the constituent persons (designated PoI-4377-1 through -48) do not appear to possess any degree of control over the entity's actions. SCP-4377 formed on 2001-06-12, in the Hemel Hempstead Recycling Plant, Hertfordshire, England, which specialised in the reprocessing of paper prior to a Foundation-initiated shutdown. It is believed that of the people composing SCP-4377, the vast majority are the plant's former employees. All PoI-4377 instances have vocalised near-continuously since the anomaly's formation. Once per week, PoI-4377 will slowly expel crude replica weapons from their mouths (passing them outwards manually in the case of instances fully embedded within SCP-4377) and allow them to fall to the ground. These weapons are universally composed of paper, cardboard, glue, papier mache, and adhesive tape, and have designs ranging from crude cut-outs to intricate models, apparently selected randomly. All weapons produced so far have been representative of those found in Britain during the medieval period. See Addendum. During this expulsion period, which ordinarily lasts between one and three hours, any persons within 55 metres of the entity will be assigned to one of two groups, based upon a criterion that alters after each selection period. Criteria observed so far include: Hair colour. Preference for either Coca-Cola- or Pepsi-brand drinks. Attitude towards pineapple as a pizza topping. Support for, or rejection of, the Oxford Comma. Feelings towards the planetary status of Pluto. Each criterion is selected so as to provide approximately equal numbers of people in each group. Individuals assigned to one group are inflicted with an unnatural hatred towards the other, as well as displaying increased empathy and friendship towards fellow group members and a complete inability to a) use any form of conventional (i.e. potentially harmful) weaponry or b) move more than 50 metres away from SCP-4377. The net result of this process is that both groups will continuously engage in combat with one another, unable to do serious harm beyond paper-cuts and bruises (which are both inflicted with abnormal ease, and heal unusually rapidly). SCP-4377 seems to take pleasure in 'observing'3 this conflict, and has been observed turning to face areas of activity, making soft, high-pitched vocalisations, and clapping its arms together repeatedly when an injury occurs. The conflict has progressed uninterrupted since the entity's creation. Addendum: On 2008-04-20, during a lull of activity, SCP-4377 became unusually frustrated and proceeded to stamp its feet repeatedly, bend over to observe those around it, and quietly roar. PoI-4377 instances then began to expel several replica slings, pikes, and cannons alongside the standard array of weaponry. Since this event, the potential destructive capacity of weapons produced by SCP-4377 has been gradually increasing, and the ferocity of the surrounding combat has been escalating continuously. Cardboard firearms capable of producing high-velocity paper balls became part of the normal production around 2013, and in May 2019, PoI-4377-02 orally expelled an entire 1:1 scale model of a WW2-era Spitfire over the course of three days4. Based on the rate of escalation thus far, involved individuals are expected to approach current levels of technological advancement around 2025. The likelihood of either side acquiring pseudo-nuclear capabilities, and the effect that said capabilities would have on both the localised conflict and global geopolitics, is unknown. Footnotes 1. A distributed task force specialising in the non-lethal containment of anomalous megafauna and other large-scale aggressors. 2. Weak/Portable Sensory Extrapolation field. 3. The exact method by which SCP-4377 does this is unknown, but its field of vision appears to extend from its facial region. 4. The model (designated AO-4377-192) was capable of levitating up to five metres above the ground and firing multiple cardboard pellets in rapid succession. It was piloted by Agent Marquez, self-appointed leader of their group, for three months before being destroyed by heavy rainfall. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4377" by MaliceAforethought, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4377. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. 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SCP-4378 | euclid | SCP-4378: — Her Noodly Appendage Author: Woedenaz Her noodly appendage reaches out to thank: DrBleep Modern_Erasmus Leveritas The Great Hippo Doctor Cimmerian Lazar Lyusternik DiamondInTheMaking The top photo is a photoshop by Woedenaz that is made up of these two images: Image 1 - Public Domain Image 2 - CC0 Creative Commons ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4378 Level4 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: critical link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4378 is contained inside a 5 liter stainless steel mixing bowl. The bowl is enclosed within the former kitchen of the United States White House with access via a single outward swinging door. This door is to be kept locked at all times. All movement and sound within 20 meters of the object is to be kept to a minimum; under no circumstances is it to be disturbed. An X-Class cognitohazard is placed within the immediate vicinity of the kitchen door leading to SCP-4378, preventing White House personnel from either perceiving or approaching it. ► //ACCESS Experimental Containment Procedures ▼ Close File At the request of Captain Meiersdorff of Mobile Task Force Eta-7, the use of a 190EI Model Gyroscopic Stabilization Robot has been approved for use in containing SCP-4378. The test will be carried out from ██/██/████ to ██/██/████. During the duration of the test, the entire staff of the White House (this includes the President) will be evacuated from the White House under the false pretense of an emergency drill. -O5-11 (Researcher Note: Request approval rescinded following Incident R-4378-M2) Experiments with SCP-4378 are to be approved only by O5 Council Members. Interviews of instances of SCP-4378-# are to be approved by Project Lead Dr. Lark. SCP-4378 within its containment bowl following removal by Secretary of State ████████ █████ Description: SCP-4378 is a single uncooked De Cecco-brand lasagna noodle. Disturbing SCP-43781 causes physical objects within its range of effect to be transferred to what is theorized to be another dimension [Designated SCP-4378-A.] The range of this effect is proportional to the amount of disturbance. The relational growth rate of the object's anomalous properties is unknown, though it is estimated to be $x * 10^\alpha$ (with $x$ being the theoretical number of disturbed electrons and $\alpha$ being the Fine-Structure Constant.) Entities transferred to SCP-4378-A are irrecoverable [Designated SCP-4378-#, numerically by chronological order of disappearance.] Responses can be sent by manipulating cooked noodles2 within 5 meters of SCP-4378.3 Extensive communication with subjects has been conducted. It is not understood how subjects continue to exist within SCP-4378-A, as subjects seem to lose all concept of self while still retaining their names. A Model M130 Remote Communication Bot has been used in attempts to communicate with the subjects, they have proven unsuccessful. A sentient interviewer is required in order to communicate with subjects within SCP-4378-A. Subjects have been incapable of describing SCP-4378-A in any coherent manner, however it is possible to send recording equipment to SCP-4378-A for brief periods of time. After approximately 10 minutes and 17 seconds, the equipment is ejected from SCP-4378-A, retaining any recorded data. SCP-4378-A appears to be a brightly lit void loosely filled with dried pasta, primarily spaghetti noodles.4 Noodles have been observed spontaneously manifesting within the void during recordings, but the location or cause of their creation is currently unknown. Communication with subjects sent through SCP-4378-A has been limited, usually only given in a simplified stream of consciousness that has proven difficult to understand, exacerbated by the required method of communication. When sent to SCP-4378-A subjects seem incapable of understanding how they are communicating with researchers and that they were once human, but retain their name. [See Interview Log SCP-4378-#] SCP-4378 was discovered immediately following the sudden disappearance of Secretary of State ████████ █████. [Designated SCP-4378-1] SCP-4378-1 was observed spontaneously disappearing on security footage recorded on ██/██/████ taken from the White House kitchen. The brief video shows SCP-4378-1 opening an upper cabinet, taking hold and opening a De Cecco Lasagna Noodle box, removing SCP-4378 from the box. SCP-4378-1 then spontaneously disappeared causing SCP-4378 to fall, landing in the stainless steel mixing bowl of which SCP-4378 is now contained. It is unknown why SCP-4378-1 did not disappear when the box containing SCP-4378 was disturbed but it is speculated that SCP-4378's anomalous properties did not manifest until it was removed from its container. Note from Project Lead Dr. Lark: Pending further review, I would also like to add the observation that gravity did not seem to cause SCP-4378 to manifest its anomalous properties. When SCP-4378-1 dropped SCP-4378 into the bowl, nothing happened. This is reason to believe that SCP-4378 only reacts when disturbed by a force outside of astronomical constants. Possibly only a sentient outside force, but that would have incredible implications considering Incident R-4378-M2. But that is something I am going to consider another time. There are already enough unknowns about this damned piece of flour, egg, and water. For approximately a week following SCP-4378-1's disappearance, various noodles found throughout the White House were discovered arranged in messages. The recorded instances of these are as followed: A single piece of spaghetti found at the bottom of President █████ ███████'s bowl arranged in cursive writing spelling out "hello?" The president noticed this as a coincidence and pointed it out to his wife, to which they both remarked at the "chances of that happening." A bowl of alphabet soup given to President █████ ███████'s daughter. The daughter pointed out to her father that the soup seemed to be randomly rearranging into various words including: nothing, ████[nickname for SCP-4378-1], ergo sum, and life. A bowl of leftover linguine found on top of the mini-fridge of the Chief of Staff's office in the West Wing. The linguine was left out for approximately 2 days, allowing it to dry. All linguine was found arranged into the word "thirst." It is speculated that this happened while the linguine was still pliable and then dried out. Further testing has proceeded to better understand SCP-4378's anomalous properties as well as attempting to discover a way to retrieve subjects back from SCP-4378-A. All current attempts have been unsuccessful. ► //ACCESS SCP-4378-# Interview and Containment Protocol ▼ Close File SCP-4378-# Interview Protocol FOLLOW ALL PRECAUTIONS AS STATED. FAILURE TO FOLLOW MAY RESULT IN UNINTENDED TERMINATION OF INTERVIEWER. 1. Interviewer is to be safeguarded from the X-Class Cognitohazard. 2. Interviewer is to bring 400g of recently (within 30 minutes of interview) pre-prepared spaghetti noodles. 3. Interviewer is to stand as still as possible while near SCP-4378. Remember, we are still unaware of how much movement will cause SCP-4378 to activate. 4. As per the preparation protocol, use of beta blocker propranolol is highly advised and only required if your supervisor deems it necessary. 5. An outfit consisting entirely of non-abrasive and minimum-friction materials will be provided. No other articles of clothing are allowed. 6. Do not touch the bowl containing SCP-4378 under any circumstances. Interview Instructions 1. A sheet of questions will be given to you by your supervisor prior to the interview, following the application of the X-Class Cognitohazard safeguard. These questions are to be memorized. 2. Approach SCP-4378 without lifting your feet. The provided shoes will allow you to shuffle across the floor. Take caution not to fall due to slipping. 3. On countertop near bowl containing SCP-4378, arrange the cooked noodles as instructed in the interview questions. Cursive lettering is appropriate. 4. Leave noodles in place for as much time as needed for SCP-4378-# to respond. This has been anywhere from instant to 3 hours. Movement during this period is to be kept to an absolute minimum. 5. Memorize any responses. 6. Repeat until all questions have been answered. 7. Collect all noodles used and carefully exit the vicinity of SCP-4378. 8. Note all answers in the provided interview log. (Researcher Note: Please revise. Memorization of answers appears unnecessary when we have access to advanced recording devices. Suggestion: Implant of Ocular Visual Image Recorder.) ► //ACCESS Interview Log SCP-4378 Subjects ▼ Close File Interviewed: SCP-4378-1 Interviewer: Dr. Mary Waldorf, Former Project Lead Note from Dr. Gary Lark: Record of interview compiled from Dr. Mary Waldorf's journal as well as on-site audio recording. Interview conducted only 2 months after disappearance of SCP-4378-1. Proper interview precautions not well established as SCP-4378 was initially classified as safe. Anomalous properties of SCP-4378 appear to be less effective at time of interview as Dr. Waldorf is able to use pen and paper to conduct interview. Interview conducted via cooked noodles and will be translated to traditional interview form for ease of consumption. <Begin log> Dr. Waldorf approaches SCP-4378-A with a small bowl of cooked spaghetti noodles. Dr. Waldorf places the noodles near SCP-4378-A and the interview begins. Dr. Waldorf: "Hello?" Approximately one minute passes before spaghetti rearranges. SCP-4378-1: "Speak? Who?" Dr. Waldorf: "Doctor U ok?" SCP-4378-1: "Who U?" Dr. Waldorf: "I doctor Who U?" SCP-4378-1: "I ask Not no" Dr. Waldorf writes in her notebook at this time. As she does so, she mentions out loud feeling 'strange.' The interview continues. Dr. Waldorf: "R U Sec █████?" Long pause of three minutes before response. SCP-4378-1: "yes yes yes" Dr. Waldorf: "Where R U?" SCP-4378-1: "here" The noodles quickly rearrange SCP-4378-1: "thirst water" The noodles quickly rearrange once again SCP-4378-1: "U water? bring" Dr. Waldorf takes notes followed by a short huff. All sound in recording ceases as Dr. Waldorf presumably disappears. Researchers on-site found Dr. Waldorf's Journal near SCP-4378 with a single noodle arranged to spell "thank." Dr. Gary Lark designated new project lead. Interviewed: Presumed SCP-4378-5, Former Junior Researcher Malcolm Stewart, lost following an incident during prior interview procedure. Interviewer: Dr. Gary Lark, Project Lead Note from Current Project Lead: Interview occurred one year and four months after SCP-4378-5's disappearance. Attempts to communicate were previously unsuccessful. Two more subjects lost between SCP-4378-5's disappearance and the following interview. <Begin log> Dr. Lark enters newly constructed containment area surrounding SCP-4378 following all precautions laid out by SCP-4378-# Interview and Containment Protocol. The day prior to this interview, Dr. Lark left spaghetti noodles near SCP-4378 spelling "Hello?" Upon arrival, spaghetti noodles rearranged themselves within Dr. Lark's presence. SCP-4378-5: "tirsty" Dr. Lark: "Who is?" SCP-4378-5: "comb stew" The noodles quickly rearrange SCP-4378-5: "she say hi" Dr. Lark: "Who she?" SCP-4378-5: "she touch al" The noodles quickly rearrange SCP-4378-5: "she say play 4 u" The noodles quickly rearrange SCP-4378-5: "she say plan 4 u" Dr. Lark: "plan 4 me?" SCP-4378-5: "touch thirst" Dr. Lark: "no not touch" SCP-4378-5: "not care" The noodles quickly rearrange SCP-4378-5: "we no u water" The noodles quickly rearrange SCP-4378-5: "u come now" the noodles quickly rearrange SCP-4378-5: "just need feel" Dr. Lark looks visibly frustrated and promptly exits the interview room. No further interviews are performed prior to Incident R-4378-M2. WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILES ARE LEVEL 5/4378 TOP SECRET ANY ATTEMPT TO ACCESS THESE FILES WITHOUT LEVEL 5/4378 AUTHORIZATION WILL BE LOGGED AND WILL LEAD TO IMMEDIATE DISCIPLINARY ACTION. ► //ACCESS Incident R-4378-M2 Log ▼ Close File Compiled Incident Report R-4378-M2 Compiled by Captain Meiersdorff of Mobile Task Force Eta-7 at request of Dr. Gary Lark Note from Compiler: Incident R-4378-M2 has proven incredibly difficult to document considering the nature of the event. Use of the Leifman Protocol5 has made interviewing any persons present during the incident impossible. Most documents compiled in this report have been totally expunged from the public record and are now likely only present in this report. Memo from President ███████'s Secretary Dated ██/██/████ MEMORANDUM FOR THE PRESIDENT Subject: Preparations for Earthquake In regards to the earthquake advisory put forth by the US Geological Survey. Evacuation of all government buildings have been ordered and should be complete within the hour. Secret Service officials should be accompanying you to Safe House 5 at 11:30 AM. Vice President █████ ████████ will join you along with your families. The US Geological Survey estimates the earthquake and any aftershocks should cease after 3:30 PM, after which you will be escorted back to the White House. However, if the White House has been damaged we will observe the Hoover Standard until the all-clear is given. It is not expected that this will be a catastrophic earthquake and will likely only require the minimum of precautions. Regardless, I have been told by Agent York that the Secret Service is prepared for all possibilities. Transcript of NewsChannel 8 Broadcast on ██/██/████ Compiler Note: Recorded following Incident R-4378-M2 Host: Morris Jones Footage of police officer sprinting with automatic weapon Voice of unidentified civilian man: It all happened incredibly quickly. Uh, after the quake. I really don't know, man. Footage of police cars surrounding the White House Jones: Fear grips Capitol Hill following today's earthquake, registered as a 5.9. Confusion and concern tonight on NewsChannel 8. [NewsChannel 8 broadcast opening plays] Jones: Good evening everyone, I'm Morris Jones. In the wake of today's 5.9 scale earthquake, the President and the entire cabinet has gone missing without explanation. Multiple reports from eye witnesses have indicated the White House collapsing at one point, but secret service members have contradicted this claim. Current reports also indicate that the White House still stands. [Footage of eyewitness interview] Woman holding small child standing in front of the white house frantically gesturing at the building as she speaks. Woman: I feel like I'm insane. The whole thing was gone for at least 10 minutes6 after the quake. I'm here visiting with my family and we all saw it. There's just no way. The Interviewer looks visibly confused. Interviewer: So you're saying the White House had… collapsed at one point? Woman: Sure. Maybe. I never saw it actually collapse. It wasn't there any more, though, for goddamned sure. [Cut to interview of Secret Service official] Secret Service official wearing sunglasses, standing in lawn of the White House. Official: Nothing of the sort occurred. As you can see, the White House still stands. The President and his cabinet are currently interned in a safe location and will be giving a full statement within the hour. [Cut back to studio] Jones: Despite claims by officials, it has been just over an hour since that interview and no statement has been put out by the President. Concern over the President's safety has escalated as no word from any member of the cabinet has come from the White House. Jones: We will have more as the story develops. Memo from Dr. Lark to Mobile Task Force Eta-7 Meiersdorff, we have a Class J incident on our hands. Round up the team and head to Washington DC immediately. You are to locate the safe house connected to the White House, I have been told that it is found through a hidden door in the White House Kitchen. And be careful of any aftershocks. A 190EI Bot has already been sent to the object and should negate any risks, but be careful.7 We do not know the full capacity of 4378's effects. It is possible that an event could still occur even while 4378's stabilized. If the President is located, bring him to the staging location and perform the Leifman Protocol. If he is not located, return to the staging location for further instructions. SIGNED: Dr. Lark, SCP-4378 Project Lead Internal Secret Service Bulletin CODE FLYING TURMS REPEAT: CODE FLYING TURMS ACTION REQUIRED FOR ALL AGENTS. FOLLOW PROTOCOL. ASSUME NEGATIVE INTENT OF ALL TRESPASSERS. Communication Log of Task Force Eta-7 Compiler Note: When recovery of a person is primary, I often send a small elite team in first to locate the target before sending in the whole team. It is my understanding that this log is from the smaller team, just two agents. A damaged section of the audio was recovered from the Communication HQ's database. Only TFE-7 Larper and Command's audio intact. <Begin Log> Command: Copies. Over. TFE-7 Larper: Larper, Shipper. Over. Pause as TFE-7 Shipper presumably speaks. TFE-7 Larper: Copy, Shipper. Command, approaching target location of Turms. Over. 38 seconds of static TFE-7 Larper: No, no. Shipper, the object is a noodle. Yes a goddamned noodle! No, I am not fucking with you. Did you not read the prep sheet? Command: Larper, can you repeat? Over. TFE-7 Larper: Roger, Command, it is nothing. Shipper read precautions on prep sheet but not description of object. Over. Pause as TFE-7 Shipper presumably speaks. TFE-7 Larper: What do you mean the precautions is all that matters? How are you going to know what the damn thing looks like if you don't read the description? Command: Shipper, return to base. This is not acceptable. Larper, continue extraction attempt. No risk of immediate danger known but keep eyes open. Over. Pause as TFE-7 Shipper presumably speaks. TFE-7 Larper: Copy, Command. Contin— Static for two minutes and 12 seconds Command: Break, break… break. Larper, how do you read? Over. TFE-7 Larper: Copy 3 out of 5. Breached the interior of the kitchen. No danger as of yet. Over. Command: Copy, Larper. Confirm location of Turms. Alpha Sierra Alpha Papa, Over. Static Command: 10-9. Larper, 10-9. Over. TFE-7 Larper: I REPEAT, Turms is not here command. And— Rumbling noise & static TFE-7 Larper: Command, aftershock. Orders? Over. Command: Copy Larper. Leave immediately. Confirm no visual on Turms and leave immediately, over. TFE-7 Larper: Copy, Command. No visual on Turms— Rumbling louder followed by sudden static and silence Command: Larper, say again. SAY AGAIN, LARPER. Larper this is command, please say again. … Shit, someone get a hold of Shipper. Audio continued to broadcast from TFE-7 Larper. A copy of which follows: Audio from Communication Log of Task Force Eta-7 following TFE-7's disappearance sent through a spectrograph. ► //ACCESS SCP-4378-6 Interview Log ▼ Close File Interviewed: Presumed SCP-4378-7, Former First Lady of the United States ███ ███████ Interviewer: Dr. Gary Lark, Project Lead Note from Current Project Lead: Interview occurred seven months following Incident R-4378-M2. Interview was unintended as letters in a bowl of alphabet soup within the Executive Residence were observed being rapidly rearranged. Dr. Gary Lark is called to the scene and United State President's son ███ ██████ is administered a Class-B Amnetic. <Begin log> Dr. Lark enters Executive Residence dining room and approaches bowl containing Alphabet Soup. Standard SCP-4378-# Interview Protocol is followed. The letters are rapidly moving, making it difficult to make out any communication. Dr. Lark places a spaghetti noodle near the bowl spelling "Hello?" Alphabet soup ceases rapid movement and rearranges once again. SCP-4378-7: "Spreading, need to stop" Dr. Lark: "Who is?" SCP-4378-7: "Wife Lady ███" The following messages come in rapid succession with little time for Dr. Lark to commit to memory. SCP-4378-7: "right hard to no husbnd forget who is" SCP-4378-7: "i remember but not long she no and come" SCP-4378-7: "touch all she will no u no scp found u" SCP-4378-7: "can stop give water thirst" Dr. Lark: "Who he?" SCP-4378-7: "noodle she noodle touch all" SCP-4378-7: "not touch water need water" SCP-4378-7: "give water to us stop him" Dr. Lark: "us?" Pause of five minutes before another rapid succession of messages. SCP-4378-7: "give water so thirsty" SCP-4378-7: "we spread become arm take water" SCP-4378-7: "come for u of water" SCP-4378-7: "nothing lark ergo sum n life" Dr. Lark concludes the interview here. Further testing in to spreading influence of SCP-4378 is needed. <End log> Footnotes 1. Unconfirmed but possible that prolonged observation may also cause anomalous effects. 2. Any type of noodle appears to function as a proper communication device, but spaghetti has the highest transmission success rate. 3. A single noodle in the shape of a question mark was found on the lawn of the National Mall. It has not been determined if this is related. 4. Observed noodles have been: Lamian, Soba, Udon, Ramen, and Spätzle. While rare, a few non-noodle pasta have been observed in SCP-4378-A including: Elbow Macaroni, Farfalle, Anelli, Ravioli, and Rotelle. 5. Compiler Note: Leifman Protocol is the removal of a socially traumatic event and all related entities from the memory of afflicted individuals. Additionally, all record of events is expunged from all public and private records. 6. White House disappeared for approximately 10 minutes and 17 seconds. 7. 190EI Bot failure noted. Proposed containment procedures amended and denied. |
SCP-4379 | safe | A portion of SCP-4379, as seen from the main entrance. Item #: SCP-4379 Special Containment Procedures: All personnel stationed at Lunar Area-32 are to be aware of the location and properties of SCP-4379. Signs reminding staff of SCP-4379 and its properties should be positioned in any hallway featuring an entrance into SCP-4379, with emphasis near said entrances. Personnel attempting to enter SCP-4379 via the attached ventilation shaft must be equipped with a functional parachute. Explorations into SCP-4379 must be pre-approved by a Foundation staff member with Level 3/4379 or higher clearance. Description: SCP-4379 is an extradimensional location replacing the former office of the Assistant Director of Research at Lunar Area-32.2 To date, no method of accessing the original office has been successful, as all attempts invariably result in SCP-4379 being accessed instead. Internally, SCP-4379 is an arboreal mountain range of indeterminate size; exploratory teams have reported neither encountering nor seeing any boundaries or coastal features within or beyond a 1,000 km radius of the main entry point. The region is perpetually illuminated by a star consistent with the Sun, located directly above SCP-4379, and appears to lack a magnetic field, rendering discernment of cardinal directions3 impossible.4 The gravitational pull within SCP-4379 is approximately equal to Earth’s. The atmosphere of SCP-4379 is identical to that of Lunar Area 32 at any given time, excluding a 10% increase in humidity; the climate of SCP-4379 can be changed by altering the settings of Lunar Area 32’s atmosphere regulator. This correlation is believed to arise from the ventilation shaft formerly connected to the Assistant Director of Research’s office, which now leads to an indeterminate point within SCP-4379 several kilometres above the ground; however, it is unlikely the generator is sustaining the anomaly’s atmosphere, or is doing so with the assistance of an ectoentropic anomaly.5 The biodiversity of SCP-4379 consists entirely of seven endemic species of flora, all genetically related to species found on Earth; of these Pinus cembra var. lunae6 is the only non-grass species present. To date, no fauna have been encountered whatsoever. Genetic analysis of soil samples from SCP-4379 remains inconclusive. SCP-4379 was initially discovered on March 12, 2009, following a period of twelve minutes wherein Lunar Area-32 was forced to function exclusively on backup power. Inspection of the FAM-32 reactor confirmed it was functioning at full capacity for the entire period, however all produced power was being drawn to an unknown source; a search of Lunar Area-32 for the source resulted in the discovery of SCP-4379. Addendum: Exploration Audio Log Transcript Exploration Team: Distributed Task Force Sigma-6 Division 9 (‘Spacemen’) Team Lead: D-6 ‘Roller’ Team Members: D-7 ‘Skywalker’ D-8 ‘Buzz’ [BEGIN LOG] Roller: Microphones on? Buzz: Yep. Roller: I want it on the record that we’re trained for general security, not melting realities, so the moment the freaky stuff starts we’re bailing. Skywalker (distant, via Buzz’s microphone): Blondies should’ve gotten this, not us. Roller: Fix your mic Skywalker, it’s not coming through. Crackling feedback. Skywalker (distorted): Wah, wah… Buzz: Still buggered. Skywalker (distorted): Oh for… Crackling feedback. Skywalker: How about now? Roller: Perfect. Are we done complaining about the powers that be? Skywalker: Quite. Buzz: Yep. Roller: Good. Spacemen entering the anomaly now. Sound of an automatic door opening. Footfalls on concrete, changing to grass. Skywalker: Nice view. Buzz: Usually are, apparently. How long do you reckon we’ll last? Skywalker: I’ll give us an hour. Roller: Pay attention, you two. Skywalker: Yes sir. Buzz (faint, via Skywalker’s microphone): Fifty on twenty. Roller: Buzz! Buzz: Yes sir, sorry sir. (Extraneous audio redacted: five minutes of footfalls against stone or grasses.) Buzz: Whistles. That’s a long drop. Roller: Don’t fall. Skywalker: Yeah, I’d hate to have to shoot zombie-Buzz. (Extraneous audio redacted: ten minutes of footfalls against stone or grasses.) Skywalker: So, uhh… how’s Rosie? Buzz: Oh, uhh… pretty good. Giving school her all; says she wants to go to space like me. Got a B in maths the other day. Or… at least that’s what I’m remembering. Skywalker: Nice. I think I was a nuisance back at her age – sounds like you’re doing it right. Buzz: I sure hope so. I just hope that she’ll still listen to me down the track. Roller: Keep her away from our sort of work? Buzz: All of it, yeah. Look, can we – can we just change the topic? I don’t want to be doubting my memory. (Extraneous audio redacted: five minutes of footfalls against stone or grasses.) Buzz: All these trees look the same. Cognitohazard, maybe? Skywalker: I’ll grab some samples, get them to tell. Footfalls stop. Roller: There. Twenty minutes and we’re still rocking. Skywalker: That just means he owes me fifty, sir. Buzz: Hey, I’ve still got margin of error. I ain’t owe you anything for another twenty. Skywalker scoffs. Skywalker: Margin of error? It’s just as– Roller: Shh! A dull roar rapidly approaches the group. Roller: Go! Go go go go! Several panicked footfalls. The roar – a loud rustling – overtakes the group and continues onward. The footfalls stop. Skywalker: It was the damn wind. Roller: For the record, that’s the first time anything’s moved other than us. Go grab the samples. Buzz: Just… give me a second. Thought that… Roller: You were going to win the bet. Buzz: I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I. Skywalker: Ask ‘em why they didn’t go first; that’ll shut them up. Roller: Come on, let’s keep moving. We’ve still got forty minutes before we can turn back. Skywalker: And if something happens before then? Roller: Survivors go back early, and it stops being our problem. Skywalker: Here’s hoping. (Extraneous audio redacted: ten minutes of footfalls against grasses.) Skywalker: Oh we’ll be al~right, when the wind is in our sails – Roller (correcting Skywalker): Oh we’d be al~right, if the wind was in our sails – Skywalker (Joining Roller): – oh we’d be al~right – Buzz (Joining Skywalker and Roller): – if the wind was in our sails, and we’ll all hang on be-hind. Buzz, Roller, Skywalker (In unison): And we’ll roll the old, chariot along, we’ll roll the old, chariot along, we’ll roll the old, chariot along, and we’ll all hang on be-hind. Skywalker: Well a night on the town wouldn’t do us any harm – Buzz, Roller, Skywalker (In unison): – well a night on the town wouldn’t do us any harm, oh a night on the town wouldn’t do us any harm, and we’ll all hang on be-hind. And we’ll – Roller (Simultaneous with Buzz, Skywalker) – roll the old, chariot along, we’ll roll the old, chariot along, we’ll roll the old, chariot along – Buzz, Skywalker (In unison, simultaneous with Roller): – ro~o~o~oll, we’ll ro~o~o~oll, we’ll ro~o~o~oll – Buzz, Roller, Skywalker (In unison): – and we’ll all, hang, on, be~hind. Skywalker: Say that to Cyrus and – Roller: Do you mean Site Director Cyrus Hourdoon, who is a respectable overseer for the facility, and will probably be personally reviewing these audio logs? A moment of silence. Skywalker: Why would he check the logs over? Buzz: Are you kidding? This thing’s literally down the hall from his office – he’d want to know what sort of funky stuff is going on, and make sure it doesn’t affect him. Roller: Let’s drop the topic. Maybe Dev can get these redacted or something beforehand. (Extraneous audio redacted: five minutes of footfalls against stone or grasses. Buzz, Roller and Skywalker continue to hum the tune of Roll the Old Chariot in unison.) Buzz: Why were we singing? Roller: What do you mean? Buzz: We just started singing, for no reason. Skywalker: I was bored. We always do shanties on duty. Buzz: I mean, I remember us doing that, but did we actually do that? Or are we just remembering something that never happened? Roller: I thought you said you didn’t want to doubt your memory, Buzz. The footfalls stop. Buzz: I do too, but what if I didn’t? For all we know this place could be implanting memories into us. Maybe we aren’t even MTFs. Skywalker: Buzz? Buzz: Yeah? Skywalker: Shut up. (Extraneous audio redacted: five minutes of footfalls against stone or grasses.) Buzz (mumbled): Damn coghazards. (Extraneous audio redacted: five minutes of footfalls against stone or grasses.) Hover to enlarge. Buzz: Roller. Roller: Yes? Buzz: Lake, over there. Skywalker: Finally, something different. Roller: We’ll follow this ridge down to it, grab some samples. Walker, photograph. (Extraneous audio redacted: ten minutes of footfalls against stone or grasses. Another gust of wind passes the group; none react to it.) Skywalker: Make sure not to touch the water. At all. Buzz: Got it. Roller: Why? Skywalker: We’re coming up to an hour, and we just found something different. Buzz: You… you reckon this is the paste-maker? Skywalker: It’s right on time. Buzz: I… don’t want to get the sample. Roller: You’re the sample-taker. Buzz: And I’m the slowest runner. Roller: Go and put the damn vial in the lake. Buzz: Easy for you to say – you’ve got a ten metre head-start! Skywalker: Oh for – Roller: Alright then, Skywalker, you take the sample. Skywalker: What? No! It’s Buzz’s job. Roller grumbles. Roller: Fine. Paper Scissors Rock, then. Loser takes the sample. Buzz: It doesn’t work with three people. Roller: That’s because it’s between you two. Skywalker: And why aren’t you involved? Roller: Because I’m team lead, and I said so. Now hurry up. Buzz, Skywalker (In unison): Paper, scissors, rock. Paper, scissors, rock. Paper, scissors, rock. Paper, scissors, rock. Skywalker: Probability anomaly. Roller: Of course. Alright… first one to slap – Skywalker: Ow! Buzz: Sucked in. Skywalker: That isn’t fair, he didn’t – Roller: Go take the sample, Skywalker. Skywalker: But he – Roller: Now. Skywalker grumbles. Sound of footfalls against grass. A watch alarm sounds momentarily. Skywalker Fffff– what? What’s that? Roller: Hour’s up. Take the sample and we can go home. Buzz: See anything? Skywalker: Nope. Probably invisible. Alright, in three… two… one… (Extraneous audio redacted: five minutes of hurried footfalls against stone or grasses.) Roller: Alright… I think we’re… in the clear. We good? Skywalker: Yeah. Got… the sample. Buzz: I’m fine. Anyone… see the… beastie? Roller: What – what? What did you see? Buzz: No, nothing. I was asking… if you’d seen it. Skywalker: I saw nothing, heard nothing. Roller: Possibly antimemetic then. Buzz: Which means it could be right behind us and we wouldn’t realise it. A moment’s silence. Roller: Lets keep going, shall we? (Extraneous audio redacted: five minutes of hurried footfalls against stone or grasses.) Buzz: Roller? Roller: What? Buzz: Why is there only three of us? Roller: Because Kirk, Ripley and Teal’c needed to keep everything together back in 32. Buzz: Yeah, but… what if there were more of us? Skywalker: Not this again… Roller: Alright, Buzz, if you don’t shut up about this memory crap, I swear I’m going to get you disciplined. Buzz: But – Roller: I don’t give a damn. If we’re getting stuff erased, we can’t find out until we’re back, and there’s no point in doubting ourselves. Do you have a better idea? Buzz: No sir. Roller: Then can it, both of you. If I hear anything more about this, I don’t care if you’re right or not, I will report you to Site Director Cyrus Hourdoon, and he’ll sort you out personally. Capiche? Buzz, Skywalker (In unison): Yes sir. Roller: Good. (Extraneous audio redacted: twenty minutes of footfalls against stone or grasses.) Skywalker: So. Roller: Hmm? Skywalker: What’re we going to do once we get out? Buzz: Quarantine first. Check for biohazards, memes, all that. Can’t risk it getting out in Area 32. Skywalker: I meant after. Big first mission, and it seems to be going fine thus far. Roller: What are you thinking of? Skywalker: I reckon we crack open some cold ones with the D’s. Maybe then Winston will stop thinking enough for me to beat him at cards. Buzz: You know he cheats, right? Skywalker: What? How? Roller: You know that pack of cards Dianne won off Buzz last year? The D-classes have been sharing it around; they all cheat, if they’re good at it. Skywalker: Why the hell wouldn’t you take it off them? Roller: Three reasons. One: they’re more cooperative with it. Two: if you haven’t realised they were cheating, you probably don’t deserve to win. Buzz laughs. Skywalker: And three? Roller: We’ve been cheating too. Skywalker (Under breath): No wonder I’ve never won a damn game… Buzz: Cheer up Skywalker, at least now you can get on our level. I’ll show you how to do it when we get back, alright? (Extraneous audio redacted: ten minutes of footfalls against stone or grasses.) Roller: The exit should be just up there. Buzz: Should? Footfalls stop. Buzz: Sorry sir. (Extraneous audio redacted: fifteen minutes of footfalls against stone or grasses.) Roller: There it is. Skywalker: Sweet. Roller: So… synopsis of the expedition? Skywalker: We walked for an hour, got spooked by the wind along the way, found a lake, came back. Roller: Buzz? Buzz: That’s what I remember sir. Roller: Same for me. Anything out of the ordinary? Skywalker: Other than the fact that nothing happened, nope. Roller: Nobody got killed? Skywalker: No. Roller: No pursuits by a primordial curb-stomping deity? Buzz: Not that I recall. Roller: We just… came in, took some samples, wandered around, left? Skywalker: That sums it up. A moment’s silence. Roller: Well then. I… guess I’ll see you two after quarantine. [END LOG] Closing Statement/s: D-6, D-7 and D-8 were released from quarantine after 72 hours. No biological hazards, memetic / cognitohazardous infections, memory alterations or other anomalous influences were found on or affecting the team. Subsequent tests involving, and excursions into, SCP-4379 have confirmed a complete lack of any cognitohazardous, memory-affecting, or probability-affecting anomalies, as well as a lack of inhabitation by malevolent or antimemetic entities. File Restricted: Level 3/4379 Showing file. Addendum 2: Internal Memorandum Lunar Area-32 – Site Director Cyrus Hourdoon The following information is classified to Level 3/4379 clearance. Personnel divulging this information to individuals with insufficient clearance will be severely reprimanded. Analysis of the samples taken by Mobile Task Force Sigma-6 (‘Puddlejumpers’), Division 9 (‘Spacemen’), Agent 8 (‘Buzz’) revealed several abnormalities that are not included in the Level 2 or below version of this file. These abnormalities have consistently reoccurred in all samples taken from within SCP-4379. In agreeance with Ethics Committee Liaison Devlin Winston, these details have been classified in the interest of maintaining on-site morale, and preventing unwarranted speculation or overreactions as demonstrated by MTF Sigma-6 Division-9 Agents 6 (‘Roller’), 7 (‘Skywalker’) and 8 in the first exploratory log for SCP-4379. The surface of SCP-4379 is uniformly covered in a thin layer of dead human skin cells. Soil and stone samples taken from throughout SCP-4379 universally contain traces of human DNA in varying states of decomposition, and are significantly composed of decayed and/or compacted human faecal matter. Water samples taken from throughout SCP-4379 universally contain traces of human DNA and contain evidence to suggest they are, or formerly were, predominantly composed of human saliva, sweat, and/or urine. All DNA samples recovered from SCP-4379 match, but do not match records in any databases accessible to the Foundation. Analysis of the aforementioned faecal matter suggests the source subsists on a diet consisting exclusively of the flora found within SCP-4379, predominantly the seeds of Pinus cembra var. lunae. Hover to enlarge. On February 8, 2017, the members of a Mobile Task Force engaging in a week-long exploration into SCP-4379 reported discovering a single building south-south-west of the main entrance to SCP-4379 (with ‘north’ being assigned to the direction the entrance of SCP-4379 is facing). A photograph is attached. The building was comprised entirely from materials found within SCP-4379, predominantly stone, and showed strong evidence of having been inhabited at an indeterminate point. Numerous stone tablets were found throughout, all of which were engraved with text that appears to be a heavily degraded dialect of, or linguistic descendant of, modern English. Several rooms throughout the building were devoted entirely to the storage of large quantities of Pinus cembra var. lunae seeds. Several members of staff have reported seeing glimpses of a ‘man in black clothing, mid-stride’ approaching the entrance of SCP-4379 from the interior. Comparison of the reported locations of the entity (now designated as SCP-4379-A) in consideration with physical proximity strongly suggests that the entity has approached / is approaching / will approach the entrance of SCP-4379 in an asynchronous order; SCP-4379-A has not yet been sighted outside of SCP-4379. Footnotes 1. Formerly Senior Researcher ████ ███ [DATA CORRUPT] 2. Formerly Senior Researcher Daniel Schröder; however, the placard attached to the office door features a shorter, illegible name instead. 3. North, south, east, west. 4. For the purposes of exploration, ‘north’ is assigned to the direction an individual is facing upon entering SCP-4379 using the main entrance. 5. From the Foundation Handbook of Terms: ‘Ectoentropic (adj.): violates the first and/or second law of thermodynamics by generating matter and/or energy in a fashion that directly violates entropy.’ 6. Closest related to Pinus cembra, the Stone pine. |
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Every numeral information is believed to be untrue, and proper documentation in order to bypass SCP-001's anomalous effect is under review. SCP-001 is the first priority of every Miscommunication Department member. — Eli Forkley, Director, DoMC 1/001 LEVEL 1/001 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-001 Semel Special Containment Procedures: To this end, SCP-001 is kept at Site-01 in Humanoid Containment Chamber #A001 and is not permitted to interact with personnel unless they are directly involved in its research and containment. SCP-001's documented file will not be uploaded into the SCP-001 slot, due to obvious reasons. Description: SCP-001 is a 1-year-old human with memetic, infohazardous, bureaucratohazardous and semiohazardous anomalous properties. SCP-001 affects any qualifier given to itself, so that it becomes the first of said qualification, if applicable. SCP-001's effect seems to expand over time, affecting various qualifications of itself, physical concepts, and abstract concepts surrounding it. The effects are as follows, each tier describes an expansion of SCP-001's effect by time. Tier Effect Example Tier I Actual name or designation of SCP-001 cannot be properly done, due to these designations not being "first" of its descriptive qualification. SCP-001 previous number and name have been lost and can only be referred to as -001 and "Primus the first" respectively. Tier I Anything posted online by SCP-001 will always result in a new record being achieved by it. After posting a picture of itself eating Burger King's new "Double Bacon Whopper" on Instagram, it became the first post to obtain one trillion likes on any social media app, despite Instagram not having over 1 billion created accounts. The post was removed and SCP-001 was contained at Site-01. Tier I Every contest or game SCP-001 participates in will always result in SCP-001 winning. After playing several games with professional chess players while in containment, SCP-001 was undefeated. SCP-001 claims to have never learned how to play chess and that it just randomly moved pieces around during the games. Tier I Any job SCP-001 is affiliated with will forcefully put it in the higher title level. During containment, despite only working as a janitor, an email on SCP-001's personal inbox has been received announcing that SCP-001 is the new owner of the multinational chain fast-food restaurant Burger King. Tier I Documented ranking will result in SCP-001 at the top, even if said ranking shouldn't apply to SCP-001. Annual ranking by various reports resulted in SCP-001 being the most influential individual in the world, the most wanted fugitive, the wealthiest person, the best athlete in every category, the most commonly used toothpaste, the most visited museum, the most peaceful country, etc. Tier I Expansion of the two previous tiers. Due to the current elections of this year, SCP-001 is the Prime Minister of Canada, the President of India and the mayor of various locations throughout the world. Tier I By Foundation records, SCP-001 is the human to survive the most stabbings, gunshots, asphyxiation, lethal injection doses, and many more. Decommission protocol failed. Further attempts pending. Tier I SCP-001 has developed a retroactive antimemetic effect which erases previous memories of a living being if said subject has met, read, or heard documentation concerning SCP-001 for more than a first time. This is not the first time you've read this file. Tier I History seems to bend so that it becomes the first finding and being of most historical past. Despite being 1 year old, SCP-001 is the first human being ever born, the first anomaly ever found by the SCP Foundation, the first ever to taste a ham sandwich, the creator of electricity, literature, watermelon bubblegum, and the wheel. Tier I N/A At the time of writing, SCP-001's anomalous effect is believed to cause an FK-Class ("End of Meaning") Scenario in less than one week due to its anomalous effect slowly removing at least one Cuil1 per day on all baseline reality. Overseer Council Resolution 001.1: PROPOSAL: "Stop all further documentation and attempts at decommissioning on SCP-001" —(O5-1) FOR AGAINST ABSTAIN O5-1 O5-2 O5-3 O5-4 O5-5 O5-6 O5-7 O5-8 O5-9 O5-10 O5-11 O5-12 O5-13 Verdict APPROVED Due to O5-1 being the first Foundation member with an actual choice, the motion passes. Footnotes 1. The Cuil is a unit of measurement denoting one level of abstraction away from the reality of a situation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-001" by Felixou, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4380. 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. Thumbnail Filename: First.png Author: Felixou License: CC BY-SA 3.0 |
SCP-4381 | keter | 4/4381 LEVEL 4/4381 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4381 Keter SCP-4381 Special Containment Procedures: Given that at least ██,███,███ instances have been documented throughout the world, containment of SCP-4381 is unfeasible. Mobile Task Force Omicron-19 ("Pork Grinders") is to capture and extract SCP-4381 instances in sparsely populated areas as deemed necessary by the Site-166 Research Department. Amnestic aerosols are to be deployed immediately after retrieval. Captured SCP-4381 instances are to be contained in the Fauna Containment Wing at Site-166. Until the nature of SCP-4381 is determined, research and experimentation with captive SCP-4381 instances is a priority and should remain ongoing. Personnel assigned to interact with SCP-4381 specimens must be aware of their anomalous nature. Expired SCP-4381 instances are to be incinerated and disposed of accordingly. Description: SCP-4381 are domestic pigs (Sus scrofa domesticus) that exhibit the behavior and characteristics of humans. However, this only takes effect when the interacting human has no prior knowledge regarding this anomalous property. Anatomical analysis of SCP-4381 instances shows no unusual properties which could be considered the cause of these characteristics. While digital images of SCP-4381 seem to mitigate this property, audio recordings have been confirmed to retain human vocalizations emitted by SCP-4381 instances. Addendum: Initial Testing Logs Subject: SCP-4381-1 (Deceased specimen) Procedure: Abdominal dissection. Results: Digestive, circulatory, and all other internal organs were physiologically similar to non-anomalous specimens. EXTRANEOUS LOGS OMITTED Subject: SCP-4381-8 (Live specimen) Procedure: Veterinary orthopedic surgery. Subject sedated. Results: Extracted bones appear to be identical to human bones. Subject: SCP-4381-9 (Live Specimen) Procedure: Tail removal. Mild sedative applied. Results: Subject emits human screams. Removed tail resembles the gluteal sulcus muscle found in humans. Further analysis indicates physiological similarities with tails of non-anomalous pigs. Addendum: Audio Log 4381-12 Excerpt <Begin Log 4381-04302019> The following test was conducted to determine the scope of SCP-4381. Previous log entries have been removed for brevity. D-7661 was not informed about the subject's anomalous properties. EXTRANEOUS LOGS OMITTED D-7661: So, why are you here, again? SCP-4381-88: Well, ask them. They think I'm a pig. D-7661: That's messed up. SCP-4381-88: Yeah. The more I explain that I'm not… The more they just seem disturbed. SCP-4381-88: I just want to go home, man. I don't want to end up like the others. EXTRANEOUS LOGS OMITTED Notes: Three days later, ██ SCP-4381 instances were reported to have manifested in the D-Class Wing. Addendum: Incident Log 4381-05112019 █,███ instances were successfully contained by Site-166 personnel after a raid from a meat-processing facility in [REDACTED]. Confiscated records indicate that at least ██,███ instances have been processed as sausages and bacon for the last four years. Several days after the raid, ███ undocumented SCP-4381 instances were reported to have manifested at Site-166. ██ instances that were recently contained and ███ containment personnel were also reported to be missing. A containment breach was subsequently declared and a nearby Foundation facility, Site-235, was notified to deploy personnel to contain the breach. Addendum: Note from Site-235 Director ██████ ██████ It appears Site-166 had already been compromised by SCP-4381 for at least 19 months before the breach. All Foundation personnel who have interacted with SCP-4381 were missing. Until the nature and scope of SCP-4381 are verified, all surviving Site-166 personnel are to undergo Metanoic screening for a duration of 15 days and be administered with Class-D amnestics. Site-235 staff assigned to interact with Site-166 personnel must not be aware of SCP-4381 nor its anomalous properties. Deceased Site-166 personnel and other unidentified individuals found within Site-166 testing facilities are to be incinerated and disposed of according to the Apeiron Protocol. All digital records of Site-166 personnel are to be deleted from the Foundation database. A revision of this documentation is to be issued within three weeks. |
SCP-4382 | euclid | Item#: 4382 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-4382. Image taken from aerial drone. Special Containment Procedures: All satellite and flyover data of the SCP-4382 affected region must be actively censored. Blockades and checkpoints have been constructed along all roads leading to SCP-4382. Outpost 4382 will continue to monitor SCP-4382's rate of expansion. All personnel assigned to SCP-4382 must work in paired teams; partners should be chosen with strong, preexisting relationships. If any member of staff begins to exhibit "looping" behaviors, contact the Outpost 4382 medical team immediately, then employ the following measures: 1. Speak their names loudly and clearly. Use varying titles and nicknames. 2. Use light physical contact such as shaking the shoulders or jostling. 3. Make sudden, loud noises such as clapping, snapping, or shouting. 4. Elaborate on a shared experience or planned event. Focus on key sensory details. Description: SCP-4382 is the town of Hulwick, Kentucky, U.S.A. Since October 18th, 2018, this town has been encased in a reality-altering anomaly, affecting 8.7km2 and expanding outward in a spherical radius at .5m2 per month. When viewed from the exterior, this sphere produces a mild visual distortion. Staff has described this phenomenon as "like the skin of a giant soap bubble." All objects, animals, and people inside the town of Hulwick will continuously perform a single pattern of actions ad infinitum, and with total disregard for any physical laws. This effect is poorly documented, as the area of SCP-4382 causes severe aliasing and static interruption in all forms of visual data. Audio transmissions appear unaffected. On May 18th, 2019, MTF-Xi-5 "Newtons Bullies"1 were dispatched to investigate this anomaly, and determine its source. Exploration Log 1 - 2019/05/18 Exploration Log 1 - 2019/05/18 Exploration Log 1 - SCP-4382 Date: 2019/05/18 | 1:15PM Location: Outpost 4382 MTF: Xi-5 "Newtons Bullies" Site-9: Xi-5, this is Command, please report in. Xi-5-1|Adamson: 5-1, coms online. Xi-5-2|Higashi: 5-2, coms online. Xi-5-3|Banks: 5-3, coms online! Xi-5-4|Saksa: 5-4, coms online. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Squad is green, Command. We've just finished our last equipment check; Kant Counters2, Sandford Clocks3 and Livelights4 are all calibrated. Site-9: Roger, Xi-5. You are cleared to enter 4382. Locate the source of the anomaly, and contain if possible. If not, document everything you can. Xi-5-1|Adamson: You heard 'em Bullies. Let's get weird. The task force are observed by Outpost 4382 video-drones entering the distortion field; straight-line formation, five second delays. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Command, we're in. Looking up, the sun has completely changed position. It looks like early morning around here, and we're getting 3 ticks on the Hume already. Team, remember the protocols. No dwelling on anything. Vary up your sights, your sounds, and your thoughts. We've got a long hike into town. Xi-5-4|Saksa: Yes Captain. Xi-5-2|Higashi: Confirmed, sir. Xi-5-3|Banks: Conf- I mean, uh, affirmative Team Leader. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Good. Let's get moving. 16 minutes of radio silence; team chatter expunged. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Command, we're about 30 minutes out. We're coming up over a hill. I can see the main thoroughfare, and the clocktower. Anyone got eyes on a loop? Xi-5-2|Higashi: Nothing yet, Captain. It's all baseline- I mean, except the fact we're walking through an October forest in May. This is kind of nice actually; I've always loved autumn. Xi-5-4|Saksa: I figure after eight months it gets old. Hold on- hey, Command? I've got a squirrel. Site-9: 5-4, please repeat? Xi-5-4|Saksa: Squirrel, Command; American Red, specifically. It's on a low branch of a nearby tree. I swear it's been chewing on the same acorn for the past twenty seconds. Xi-5-3|Banks: I see it. I'm going to approach. Site-9: Confirmed. Use caution, 5-3. Xi-5-3|Banks: It's a friggin' squirrel. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Banks. Xi-5-3|Banks: I copy, Command. Xi-5-3 approaches the subject Xi-5-3|Banks: Huh. Yeah. It's not responding to my presence at all. I'm nearly touching the thing. The acorn… woah, freaky. The squirrel is eating it in that typical turn-and-bite way, but the previous bites are growing back at an equal pace. It's like an endless acorn. I wonder wha- woah! Xi-5-4|Saksa: Banks, you alright? Xi-5-3|Banks: Uh, yeah, sorry. I just sort of, uh, flicked it. Now… yep. It's dead Command. It dropped right out of the tree. Xi-5-1|Adamson: You weren't cleared to engage, 5-3. Xi-5-3|Banks: Sorry Captain; but it's good to know before we encountered any people, hey? Xi-5-1|Adamson: Hmh. Command, should we get a sample of- Xi-5-4|Saksa: Uh, sir? Sir I think- Higs, you good? Hey, Higs! Task force converges on Xi-5-2's location. Someone is heard snapping loudly. Xi-5-1|Adamson: 5-2. Higs. Higashi. Yasuo. Snap out of it, come on. Xi-5-2 does not respond. Very faint, repetitive mumbling is heard over Xi-5-2's coms. Xi-5-4|Saksa: Command, I think 5-2 is looping. He's crouched down by… a fern, I think. A drop of water is falling from one of the leaves, but before it reaches the ground, it re-appears on the leaf. It just forms, rolls, and drops. It forms, rolls, and drops. Forms, rolls, dro- Xi-5-1|Adamson: Lyydia! Xi-5-4|Saksa: R- Ah! Fuck! I… sorry, Captain. I don't know… Xi-5-3|Banks: Command, I think I've got 5-2. He's lucid, but he's a bit glossy-eyed. Site-9: We've sent a retrieval team for 5-2. Should we scrub? Xi-5-1|Adamson: Negative, Command. We're already here. Banks, Saksa, you're still green? Xi-5-4|Saksa: That's a copy, Captain. Higs, hey buddy, keep looking at me, okay? Dispatch is coming; you'll be at the outpost in no time. You've got one of Molly's lunches waiting, remember? She always makes you the best lunches. You better wake up Higs, or I'm stealing your fucking lunch. Xi-5-3|Banks: Hey! We've got a smile. Command, I'd like to report a smile here. I think he's alright… but all the same, tell that retrieval team to hustle up, hey? Site-9: Copy. Exploration Log 2 - 2019/05/18 Exploration Log 2 - 2019/05/18 Exploration Log 2 - SCP-4382 Date: 2019/05/18 | 3:10PM Location: Hulwick MTF: Xi-5 "Newtons Bullies" Xi-5-1|Adamson: Command, this is Xi-5-1. We've reached the center of town. How's Higs? Site-9: Copy 5-1. 5-2 is responding well. We've got him on the same treatment regimen as the recovered civilians from last year. We're seeing a good response to rapid visual stimuli. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Thanks Coms, keep me posted. As for Hulwick… I have to tell you Command, this is one of the freakier ones. Site-9: Please elaborate, 5-1. Xi-5-1|Adamson: It looks like they were setting up a celebration when the anomaly occurred; that means they've been decorating for the last eight months non-stop. There's a woman ahead of me in a blue dress. She's climbing a ladder, and tying off one end of a banner. "Hulwick Harvest Festival", it says. She climbs down, moves the ladder across the street. Just as she finishes tying the other side, the first knot unravels, and the banner falls. She moves back across the street to string it up again, only for the other side to fall. She's repeated this pattern eighteen times now, and it's the same everywhere I look. Site-9: Copy, 5-1. Remember, do not observe any single temporal loop for too long. Xi-5-1|Adamson: I don't think this is temporal, Command. I'm not seeing any sudden "cuts" or speed deviations, and my Sandford is ticking on normally. Kant Counter is nearing a hard 8, though. I honestly think this might just be a Wildcat5. Site-9: Without a deviant temporal frequency? Xi-5-1|Adamson: I'm telling you, we've got stable tempo in here. You almost wouldn't notice anything is wrong, if everyone wasn't doing the same thing repeatedly. Something must be actively maintaining the HUI6. Something powerful. I can't imagine what though. Xi-5-3|Banks: Neither can I Command, but I can guess where it is! Just did a quick 360 and, yep, guess what? The Humey is peaking when I aim it towards 4382's radial center. How nice, we were heading to Point Alpha anyway. Xi-5-4|Saksa: Hey, guys, I've got a protracted loop here. Clocked it at six minutes. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Damn, that is a long one! Report, Saksa. Xi-5-4|Saksa: It's a kid on his bike. He's wobbling a bit as he rides; probably because of that big fuckin' shoulder bag he's got. He's riding along, then for a split second looks away from the sidewalk to re-adjust his bag, just in time for a group of boys to round out of an alley. They collide. One of the boys is knocked to the ground, and the kid falls off his bike. A bunch- like, six books fall out of his bag. The boys help their friend up, and start shouting at the bike kid. He scrambles to collect the books. One of the boys kicks a big red hardcover off the sidewalk, and it falls open-page on a sewer grate covered in wet clumps of leaves. The boys laugh, and walk on. The bike kid is trying to dry the book off with his sleeve. He's crying, I think. I can't tell, and I don't want to get too close. He's wiping his nose a lot, at least. He gets back on his bike, and wobbles a bit before taking off. I've seen this exact scene play out three times already. The kid seems to be cycling around the block, and the alleyway boys keep doubling back. Cycle, collide, spill, kick, cry. Over and over. Site-9: Thank you, 5-4. Please stop observing this loop. Xi-5-1|Adamson: I'm seeing similar patterns, Command. Shorter loops. The same man forgetting his coat in the hair salon, going back for it, and walking out without it again. A trio of feral cats running between the legs of an old woman, making her stumble and drop a can of tomatoes from her grocery bags. A little girl skips by and helps her pick it up. Now cats run by again, she drops it again and- yep, there's the little girl. Command, I think the anomaly is causing closed loops; causal loops, actually. People are getting trapped in a cycle of actions. I'd almost say it's memetic, but, well, nobody has fallen over or starved. It's like the reality here is just allowing for it, until something stops it. Xi-5-3|Banks: Like the squirrel. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Yes, like the squirrel. Alright, let's group back up and head for Point Alpha. 45 seconds of radio silence as the task force regroups. Xi-5-1|Adamson: 5-4, you with us? Lyydia? Xi-5-4|Saksa: Hm? Oh, fine, Captain. Just thinking about that kid. What a fucking hell, huh? Eight months living that awful moment again and again. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Not to him. None of the civilians we recovered from the outskirts remembered looping, Saksa. To that kid, it's just happening once. Xi-5-4|Saksa: Once is too many. Task force begins moving through down again, heading for Point Alpha. Xi-5-3|Banks: Hey, Saksa? You still thinking about that kid? You're awful quiet. Xi-5-4|Saksa: No, I'm just… there were boys like that in my home town too. Vicious little bastards. They'd always make fun of my hair. Xi-5-3|Banks: Yeah, well, you're the Bully now, right? M.T.F. Xi-5 hey hey! Xi-5-4 does not respond. Xi-5-3|Banks: Hey? Xi-5-4|Saksa: It's just- It's knowing that it keeps happening over and over, and there's nothing you can do about it. It's just like when I was a kid; I'd get to homeroom, sit at my desk and then Paavo's there pulling on my hair. He'd always do it so quick. The teachers never believed me. Every day, I'd just wake up, go to class, and there's Paavo pulling my hair. Every day, I'd just wake up, go to cla- Xi-5-3|Banks: Uh, Captain? Captain!? Xi-5-1|Adamson: Saksa? Lyydia! God damn it, what was she watching!? Xi-5-3|Banks: Nothing! We were just talking! Fuck! Command, copy! Copy damn it, Lyydia is looping. Hey, hey girl, look at me! Xi-5-3 begins clapping her hands loudly, and at infrequent tempos Xi-5-4|Saksa: -vo pulling my hair. Every day, I'd just wake up- Xi-5-3|Banks: Come on Lil, snap out of it! You're not there anymore! You grew up! You're a bad-ass science commando now! You're my squad-mate! Lyydia! Xi-5-1|Adamson: Command, we need that evac now. Site-9: Dispatch sent, 5-1. It's going to take some time. We need you to keep moving to Point Alpha. Xi-5-3|Banks: What!? Command, we're not leaving her here- Site-9: The longer you're inside SCP-4382, the higher risk we run 5-3. Activate 5-4's beacon, and move on. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Command, I have to protest- Site-9: That's an order, Captain. Xi-5-1 and Xi-5-3 go silent. Xi-5-4 continues speaking. Xi-5-4|Saksa: -ake up, go to class, and there's Paavo- Xi-5-1|Adamson: Copy, Command. Exploration Log 3 - 2019/05/18 Exploration Log 3 - 2019/05/18 Exploration Log Part 3 - SCP-4382 Date: 2019/05/18 | 5:56PM Location: Hulwick. MTF: Xi-5 "Newtons Bullies" Xi-5-1|Adamson: Site, this is Xi-5 reporting in. Please tell me this is the first time this hour. Site-9: We're receiving you Captain. Don’t worry, you aren’t looping. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Thank God. We’re approaching Point Alpha. It's getting harder to focus, and the loops are all short here. Site-9: Copy, and please elaborate. Xi-5-3|Banks: Yeah, Command? I’ve got eyes on one right now. Elderly woman; I can see her through the garden window. She's making soup I think. She’s just chopping the same carrot, over and over. Little, tight rows. Perfect straight cuts. The same carrot, over and over. Little tight rows. Perfect straight cuts. The same carrot, over and- Xi-5-1|Adamson: 5-3, focus up! Hey! Listen to me. Xi-5-3|Banks: -ittle rows. Perfect straight cuts. The same ca- Xi-5-1|Adamson: Not again, damn it- Chile! Come on Banks, think! After this, you’re going on vacation, remember? Chile, the salt flats? The desert after the rain? Xi-5-3|Banks: -ver and over… same… salt flats. The desert after the rain, like one big mirror so I'm standing in the stars… Captain? Xi-5-1|Adamson: There you go. Good. Command, be advised. 5-3 is returning to base. Xi-5-3|Banks: Salt… what? Hey, no! A muffled clattering sound is heard as Xi-5-3 grabs Xi-5-1 by the shoulders and shakes them. Xi-5-3|Banks: Cap, you cannot be here alone! Command, this is 5-3. I’m fine. Repeat, I’m fine, and I’m repeating because I choose to. Disregard that last advisory. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Damnit Banks- Command! This is Captain Adamson, and I am ordering 5-3 to return to base. Xi-5-3|Banks: Captain, what’s going to happen if you’re the one who goes loopy? Who’s going to snap you out of it? Xi-5-1|Adamson: Damnit Banks… Damnit Banks- Xi-5-3|Banks: Wes! Sna- Xi-5-1|Adamson: I'm not looping, you idiot! I’m just pissed off at you! Jesus, you never listen to me! This is why we didn't- Radio silence for 4 seconds. Site-9: Uh, Xi-5, this is command. We’re making the call. You move forward. 5-3 is right, we need you in pairs. Xi-5-1 exhales hard. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Roger. Xi-5-3|Banks: Roger. The sound of Xi-5-1 and Xi-5-3 walking through dry leaves is heard for 3 minutes. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Command, I think we’re here. The Kant Counter is in the red… hell, I think it’s gone past the red. It looks like an old farm house, except there’s no farm out here. It’s just an empty lot, and a big house. Address is 13 Chadwick. Site-9: Checking the directory. Property belongs to… Dennis and Margret McArthur. Nothing on file for either of them. Is the source inside the house? Sounds of walking is briefly heard. Xi-5-3|Banks: Nnnnnegative command; Kant has a slight drop off at the house, actually. I’m looking into one of the windows a-… oh, Christ. Site-9: 5-3? Xi-5-3|Banks: Eugh. Uh, Command, we’ve got two corpses here. They’re just laid out on the living room. Lots of stab wounds. They-… oh god, Command, scratch that. One of them is still alive. Or… fuck, maybe he just can’t die? The man is trying to pull himself up towards a wall-mounted rotary phone. He keeps slipping back down the bloody wall, over and-… eugh. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Command, the source seems to be coming from the back yard- back field, I mean. We’re proceeding there now. Xi-5-3|Banks: Uh, Captain, shouldn't we-? Xi-5-1|Adamson: Too risky, and anything we'd do would kill him anyway. Xi-5-3|Banks: That might be for the best. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Point Alpha is our priority, Anna. Come on. Xi-5-1 is heard walking. After a two second delay, Xi-5-3 moves as well. Xi-5-1|Adamson: We’ve got a secondary structure here. Large, sheet metal; it's partially collapsed and covered in rust. It looks like a big garage of some kind. Xi-5-3|Banks: It's a tractor garage. We had 'em back home. See the big ass tire treads worn into the dirt? Xi-5-1|Adamson: Huh. So the source is… a tractor? Xi-5-3|Banks: Only one way to find out. Command, I’m going to open ‘er up. Site-9: Confirmed. Be careful 5-3. Xi-5-3|Banks: Roger. The sound of rusted metal grinding on an axle is heard. Xi-5-3|Banks: Whoa! Xi-5-1|Adamson: Holy fucking shit. Site-9: Squad, report. What is it? What’s inside the garage? Xi-5-3|Banks: It’s, uh… a machine, Command. I think. It’s like one of those spider web colonies that cover whole trees, just with wires and pipes and stuff. It's all scraps and pieces wrapped around this big metal stalk… you know those globes they have at the Science Museum? Van-De-Whatevers; the ones that make your hair stand on end. Its like one of those, except it has a glass sphere at the center with five metal balls inside. They’re all rolling around each other, over and over. Damn this is huge, Command. It's nearly touching the ceiling! Site-9: Confirmed. Do you see a power supply? Do the cables run anywhere? Xi-5-3|Banks: Yeah, everywhere. Hold on. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Command, I’ve got something. Site-9: A power supply? Xi-5-1|Adamson: Negative. There’s a small desk tucked into the corner. I see some diagrams, a few equations- it’s all scribes but- huh. Command? I think this might be a journal. It’s signed "Seth McArthur”. Site-9: Checking… confirmed, the home owners did have a son named Seth. Xi-5-3|Banks: That might explain who this is! I followed the cables around the back of the garage. There's a kid here, standing in front of a big… transformer, maybe? He doesn't look much older than 16. He keeps pressing buttons. Over and over. Red, orange, white. Over and over. Red, orange, white. Over a- gah! Damn it. The kid looks, I don’t know, panicked? He’s gritting his teeth, and his foreheads all sweaty… I can't be sure, but I think maybe he’s trying to shut it down. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Or he might just be keeping it running, Command. Site-9: What do you mean, 5-1? Xi-5-1|Adamson: I’ve been skimming the journal, and it’s pretty clear the kid made this mess. “January 5th, 2008. Nobody gets it. The world is wrong. Why can’t they see. Why doesn’t anyone listen to me. I’m the smartest kid in school. I skipped four grades. Even the teachers are stupid compared to me-“ Wow, seems like a nice kid. Site-9: 5-1, does it say anything about the device? Xi-5-1|Adamson: Hold on, there’s a lot here. It’s mostly nonsense. “I’ve read all the books. Every physics textbook in the school library, and it’s all wrong. I know it. It’s like we’ve skipped a number7. All our predictions and theories are based on a faulty premise. I just know it. I don’t know how, but when I look at these equations, I just know they’re wrong. They’re all wrong. It’s all wrong.” Jesus kid, repeat yourself much? … aha! Here. “I can build it. It's so simple, that's how I'll show them all! Perpetual motion is possible, you just need the right machine. They just don’t get it; it's not about creating motion, it about creating a place where you change the constant of the universe.” Wait, what? Xi-5-3|Banks: Command, hang on. I think I might have something here. The kid keeps hitting the same three buttons, but for a split second before he goes back to ‘Red’, his finger moves just a fraction closer to this little switch here. I think that might be the sequence! Site-9: Negative 5-3, do not attempt to operate the device. Xi-5-1|Adamson: “October 15th, 2010” Oh shit, Command, I think this is it! “I worked through the night. It’s nearly finished. I had to take apart nearly everything in the house. Dad was furious. He and mom confronted me this morning. They said I’ve been acting ‘queer’. They told me I need to stop skipping school. Dad knocked the microwave out of my hands. It was that moment I realized he'd never understand. Some minds are too small. Thankfully, I had my multi-tool with me. One more problem solved.” Jesus Christ. Xi-5-3|Banks: Red, orange, white, to the switch. Red, orange, white, to the switch. Red, orange, white, to the switch. Re- ghuh! Command! I really think this is the sequence! I can shut this thing down! Site-9: Negative 5-3. You are not to touch anything. Do you copy? 5-3, do you copy? Xi-5-1|Adamson: “October 15th, 2010, Part 2. It’s ready. The phone won't stop ringing in the house. I think my parents were supposed to help set up for that stupid festival. People must be wondering where they are. I need to hurry. None of it will matter soon. No one will care about two dead hicks when I've re-defined science. I've run through the first cycle, and it looks like the loop is stable. No energy in, no energy out, no energy lost. It's perfect. The diodes are rolling. Over and over. Over and Over. Over and over." Site-9: 5-1? Damn it. Captain Adamson, do you copy? We’re scrubbing the mission. Return to the evac point now. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Command, it’s fine. I’m just reading what he wrote. He just kept writing those words. “Over and over”. “Over and over. “Over and over.” Xi-5-3|Banks: Red, orange, white, switch. Red, orange, white, switch. Red, orange, white, switch. Site-9: Squad, get out of there! 5-1, 5-3, wake up! Xi-5-1|Adamson: “Over and over”. “Over and over. “Over and over.” Xi-5-3|Banks: Red, orange, white, switch. Red, orange, white, switch. Red, orange, white- God, fuck it! All audio is suddenly overtaken by loud, disjointed static. Outpost 4382 reports decreased visual distortions around the town perimeter. Task force audio levels out, but a high-pitch whine is now heard in the background, steadily growing louder. Xi-5-1|Adamson: “Over and over”. “Over and Over" "Something is wrong. The field is expanding. How can it be expanding?" Xi-5-3|Banks: Red, orange… hey! Command, this is 5-3! It looks like- yep, the lights are starting to flicker off. I think it’s shutting down! Even the kid seems to be waking up. Hah! We did it! Hey, kid, how in the hell- Seth McArthur: Wait! Wait oh fuck wait I need to- Xi-5-3|Banks: Whoa- whoa kid! Back away from the panel! The high-pitched noise grows extremely loud. The sound of Xi-5-3 chambering a round in her gun is heard. Xi-5-3|Banks: Back away right now. Do not turn that fucking machine back on. Seth McArthur: I’m not! You don't understand! I have to- oh, god, fuck, fuck! The whine becomes overpowering. Garbled, panicked voices are barely audible. Site-9: Squad? 5-1, do you copy? Adamson, Banks, do you copy!? The noise suddenly stops. Full radio silence for 6 seconds. Seth McArthur: Whew, okay… I think that got it. I just needed to re-balance the-… I just-… oh… ohhhh. Xi-5-3|Banks: What? What is it? Seth McArthur: I… just figured out where all the energy goes. A large explosion is heard. The signal cuts out. Addendum 2019/05/18: A helicopter fly-over of Hulwick shows a mushroom cloud originating from Point Alpha. No sound, or shockwave was detected by Outpost 4382. Most of the McArthur farm plot is enveloped. The cloud appears to be suspended in mid-combustion, fire continuously rolling beneath the upper cloud rim. Addendum 2019/06/03: The Hulwick explosion is still ongoing. Outpost 4382 reports the conflagration is animated, but the explosion itself is still static in shape and size. While the SCP-4382 anomaly has stopped expanding, the 8.7km2 "bubble" shows no signs of collapse. All testing and exploration of Hulwick have been suspended until a solution can be devised. Addendum 2019/08/19: Outpost 4382, during an autonomous sonar sweep of the SCP-4382 interior, has detected a repeating communication signal from Captain Wes Adamson. Xi-5 Captain Saksa and Officer Higashi have filed an official request to mount an extraction mission. The Foundation has ruled that, due to their proximity to the explosion and length of time within SCP-4382, both Wes Adamson and Anna Banks shall be declared KIA. Xi-5's request has been denied. Addendum - SCP-4382 Date: 2019/05/18 | 6:12PM Location: Hulwick. MTF: Xi-5 Xi-5-1|Adamson: Banks? Banks, stay there! I'm- The sound of an explosion is heard ripping through Xi-5-1. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Banks? Banks, stay there! I'm- The sound of an explosion is heard ripping through Xi-5-1. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Banks? Banks, stay there! I'm- The sound of an explosion is heard ripping through Xi-5-1. Xi-5-1|Adamson: Banks? Banks, stay there! I'm- The sound of an explosion is heard ripping through Xi-5-1. Footnotes 1. MTF-Xi-5 "Newtons Bullies" are a mobile task force specially trained and equipped for anomalous zones and alt-dimensional spaces deviating from baseline scientific principles. 2. Standard Hume Counter. 3. A form of atomic clock with two faces; one reading surrounding electron transition frequency, and one reading from an internal, miniature pocket of reality-anchored space. Used to detect temporal anomalies. 4. A portable radioscopic device for quickly picture-mapping the internal structure of living creatures; used to detect internal abnormalities. 5. An object or region defying one or more core scientific laws. 6. "Hume Pressure", or the amount of stabilizing force existing in a pocket of non-standard reality. 7. It is currently unknown if this subject is/was aware of Theta Prime. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4382" by T Rutherford, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4382. 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-4383 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4383 "Sticks and Stones, Blood for Old Bones, A Curse Forever Thirsty" by: DrAkimoto ~DrAkimoto's Author Page~ 4/4383 LEVEL 4/4383 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4383 Euclid Historical depiction of a Fukushū Event. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4383 is contained in a burial chamber within Shiramine Shrine in Kamigyō-Ku, Kyoto. Two undercover Foundation Agents are to be posted inside the burial chamber's foyer. Unless Onryō Protocol is being enacted the chamber is not to be opened. Onryō Protocol is enacted upon the initiation of a Fukushū Event, this protocol is to be performed in the SCP-4383 burial chamber. During the Onryō Protocol, the foyer to the burial chamber is to remain locked. If Onryō Protocol fails to be completed during a Fukushū Event, contacts within the Japanese government are to be notified, and all Foundation sites in Japan are to begin lockdown protocols. Description: SCP-4383 is the skeletal remains of the 75th Emperor of Japan, 崇徳天皇 Sutoku-tennō, and its burial chamber in Shiramine Shrine. Fukushū Events occur randomly with no correlation between date or time of day. No Fukushū Event has been documented occurring less than one year apart unless the Onryō Protocol is left incomplete or external interference occurs. The opening of the chamber is the only known way of manually initiating a Fukushū Event. During a Fukushū Event, the containment chamber holding SCP-4383 will begin to glow a dull shade of red. If the Onryō Protocol fails to be enacted or is interrupted, the following will occur in the country of Japan. The Kagawa prefecture on the island of Shikoku will experience a spontaneous hail storm that lasts for 21 hours. During the 24 hours following the initiation of the event, concepts from traditional Japanese folklore will begin to manifest throughout Japan. Exactly 24 hours after the initiation, some form of national disaster will occur in the country of Japan. If Onryō Protocol is left incomplete, SCP-4383 will remain dormant for 6 months before initiating another Fukushū Event. If containment is successfully re-established and the Onryō Protocol completed during a Fukushū Event, before the occurrence of the disaster, the event will conclude and no disaster will occur. The exact nature of SCP-4383's anomalous properties is currently unknown. In accordance with the Fukushū Treaty, testing is strictly forbidden. Onryō Protocol Close The Onryō Protocol was established by Emperor Meiji upon containment of SCP-4383. The ceremony consists of three acts which reflect key moments of Emperor Sutoku's life, specifically the betrayal of his father and brothers. Three volunteers are to be provided by the Japan Self-Defense Force each year to carry out the protocol. These volunteers must be a native Japanese man and his two sons, who must willingly participate, with no form of outward persuasion. During the event, the three men are to be documented as the Father, the Eldest, and the Favored. The ceremony requires a wakizashi, a tantō, 3 wooden bowls, a bucket of water procured from the Ine Bay, and 1 liter of blood from the current Emperor of Japan1. The ceremony is performed as follows: ACT 1: The Untrusting Father The Eldest will pour the Emperor's blood into the first of the three bowls. The Favored will present the bowl to the Father who will accept the offering. The Father will write 25 holy sutras on the east-facing wall of the chamber, using the blood of the Emperor. Upon completion of the sutras, the Father will kneel before the east wall. The bowl of blood will be collected by the Eldest, who will place it in the center of the chamber. Using the tantō, the Father will commit seppuku.2 Acting as the Kaishakunin3 the Eldest will perform kaishaku utilizing the wakizashi. The Favored will collect the tantō and fill the second bowl with the Father's blood. The Favored will present the bowl and tantō to the Eldest, who will accept them. ACT 2: The Betrayed Eldest The Eldest will write the next 25 holy sutras on the west-facing wall of the chamber, using the blood of the Father. Upon completion of the sutras, the Eldest will kneel before the west wall. The Favored will take the bowl of blood and place it in the center of the chamber. The Favored will empty the bucket of Ine Bay water over the Eldest's head. Using the tantō, The Eldest will remove his own tongue before committing seppuku. Acting as the Kaishakunin, the Favored will perform kaishaku on the Eldest. The Favored will now collect the Eldest's blood in the third bowl and retrieve the tantō. ACT 3: The Tainted Favored The Favored will use the blood of the Eldest to write the last 25 sutras on the north-facing wall. Upon completion of the sutras, the Favored will kneel in the center of the room. The Favored will pour the remaining blood of the Father and Eldest into the bowl containing the Emperor's blood. Using the tantō, the Favored will remove his left thumb and place it in the bowl of blood. The Favored will consume the blood within the bowl. At this time, the Favored will remove the bodies from the chamber and the doors will be sealed. After the conclusion of the ceremony, the Favored is to be amnesticized and released. A cover story is to be fabricated about the death of the Father and the Eldest. Discovery: The following is a excerpt of a document received by the O5 Council on behalf of Emperor Shōwa in 1946. To the Honorable O5 Council of the SCP Foundation, I, the 124th Emperor of Japan, Hirohito Shōwa 裕仁昭和, formally ask for your assistance, in a matter of great magnitude. I fear my country's recent occupation will hinder our efforts to contain a most vengeful spirit of the past. When necessary a sacred ritual for the spirit Emperor Sutoku-tenno must be performed, to appease the horrid curse put upon our nation. Though there is much honor involved, this ritual is a gruesome affair, one that I fear will not be understood by our current occupiers. I formally invite you to my palace to reach an agreement between the Foundation, IJAMEA, and Japan itself in order to facilitate the continuation of these most sacred rituals. —裕仁昭和 The Fukushū Treaty was signed on 30/8/1946, between Emperor Shōwa, the Foundation, and IJAMEA, for the containment of SCP-4383 along with several other terms. Fukushū Events: Date Cause Effects Notes 20/12/1946 A small seismic tremor dislodged one of the marble doors to SCP-4383's containment chamber, which cracked in half upon hitting the floor. At 4:20am on the next day an earthquake occurred in the Nankai Trough, which measured at an 8.5 on the moment magnitude scale. This earthquake caused a tsunami to hit the Nankai region of Japan, destroying approximately 2000 buildings and causing over 1500 civilian causalities. Several replacement doors were created, one of which was installed 3 days after the initial event. The Foundation Engineering Division developed an early warning earthquake detection array to help prepare for a similar occurrence. SCP-4383's clearance level was raised to 4/4383. 7/11/1999 During the Onryō Protocol, a volunteer refused to carry out the ceremony. At 5:06 am, a flock of avians resembling the classic depictions of Japanese Tengu4 began attacking civilians in Karuizawa, Japan. 24-hours later, the Sakurajima Volcano began a minor eruption, causing mass pollution. All manifested creatures were contained by the Japanese branch of the Parazoology Division. The volcanic activity disrupted civilian life in the area, though no causalities were reported. The eruption disturbed the long-term stability of the volcano; the possibility of a future mass eruption has greatly increased. 10/3/2015 The Foundation researcher responsible for SCP-4383, Dr. Renolds, refused to initiate the Onryō Protocol in order to study the anomaly. This led to the continuation of the event. At 7:28 pm, a 90-meter long octopus appeared off the northern coast of Japan. This creature destroyed three fishing vessels before a Foundation Naval Response Unit terminated it. 24-hours after the Fukushū Event's initiation, a magnitude 9.0 earthquake hit northern Japan. This earthquake and the accompanying tsunami led to the severe damage of the Fukushima Daiichi nuclear power station. Three days after the event's initiation, Dr. Renolds was removed and the protocol enacted. Dr. Renolds was terminated for directly disobeying the orders of O5 Command forbidding testing of SCP-4383. SCiPNET LOGIN name affiliation 6d27ada879e4b2d2609c38449f84cf26_1734915740 Login NOTICE-4383 Logout CLASSIFIED 5/4383 AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL Update: SCP-4383 A week after the 2015 Fukushū Event, an IJAMEA assault force took possession of SCP-4383. Declaring a breach of the Fukushū Treaty, the Japanese government fully backed the IJAMEA's position. Multiple attempts at negotiations were attempted, but all have failed to require the anomaly. O5 Command has ruled out a forcible recovery effort while SCP-4383 remains contained. If at any point IJAMAEA or the Japanese government fails to contain SCP-4383, the Foundation will forcibly regain control of the anomaly. Until such time, Foundation personnel 4/4383 clearance and lower will be made to believe SCP-4383 remains in Foundation custody. — O5 Command Footnotes 1. Provided annually by the Japanese Self-Defense Force. 2. Seppuku is a form of Japanese ritual suicide enacted via disembowelment. 3. The kaishakunin is a title given to a chosen individual, who is to behead one whom has performed seppuku. This beheading is traditionally referred to as kaishaku. 4. A type of legendary creature found in Japanese folklore, a demon traditionally depicted with a mix of human and avian features. |
SCP-4384 | euclid | SCP-4384 during sound absorption "feeding" time. Item #: SCP-4384 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4384 is to be contained in a mesh aviary with interior space as appropriate for a large non-anomalous bird of prey. Multiple large-floorspace climate-controlled mews1 are to be constructed within the aviary and fitted with anti-acoustic insulation. SCP-4384's enclosure is to be filled with flora common to the Southwestern region of the United States. A solar-powered loudspeaker is to be installed in the center of the aviary, programmed to constantly play a random assortment of sounds magnified to 80 decibels at all times. Additional speakers are to be installed every 3 meters along the upper walls of the enclosure. All personnel entering the enclosure are to be equipped with hearing protection gear. Entrance to the enclosure requires Level-2 clearance and the accompaniment of a professional avian handler assigned to the SCP-4384 project. Description: SCP-4384 is an avian entity similar in appearance to a fledgling red-tailed hawk (Buteo jamaicensis), with an anomalous physical composition. While SCP-4384 is capable of interacting with solid objects in the same manner as non-anomalous birds, X-ray scans and other imaging analyses fail to detect any matter within the entity. Applying light pressure to SCP-4384's feathers results in a slight rippling effect, with the feathers at the point of contact appearing warped. SCP-4384 is observed to spend the majority of its waking time remaining completely stationary2. It will occasionally make threat displays at unfamiliar personnel or aircraft, similar to non-anomalous hawks defending their territory. When conscious, SCP-4384 produces a constant ambient humming noise within the range of 30-50 decibels. Vocalizations made when agitated are averaged at up to 114-135 decibels. SCP-4384 does not consume food or water. Instead, SCP-4384 seems to sustain itself by seeking out sources of noise, and then assimilating the produced sounds into its form (these sounds will become significantly fainter, sometimes becoming near silent, while SCP-4384 engages in this "feeding" process). Tests have shown that the entity prefers intense, dynamic sequences of noises (often, SCP-4384 will roost near speakers producing preferred sounds). The entity will also accept more stable, static sequences at a minimum magnification of 90 decibels. When stormy weather approaches, SCP-4384 will become agitated. Unless returned to a mew during this time, it will struggle in an attempt to leave its aviary during thunderstorms with heightened intensity. It is noted that when a thunderstorm is directly overhead, the sound of thunder pertaining to the storm is observed to originate from SCP-4384 rather than the sky above. Addendum 4384-1: SCP-4384 was initially discovered near the Organ Mountains of New Mexico in the United States, during a storm involving an extensive series of thunderclaps, despite local weather patterns being no more violent than sprinkling rains. Of note, towns in the surrounding area had suffered an unusual amount of water-based damage to residential buildings. A Foundation containment team was dispatched, and located the source of the noise as SCP-4384, perched on a small tree near a lake. A carved wooden mask, later identified as of Haida3 creation, was discovered at the foot of the tree. Upon being approached by Foundation personnel, SCP-4384 was observed to pick up the mask and take off immediately into the sky, where it was quickly hidden by cloud cover. Approximately two minutes later, SCP-4384 reappeared without the mask, and alighted upon the vehicle the containment team arrived in. The entity remained docile while personnel boarded the vehicle and returned to Site-19. Upon transfer to containment, SCP-4384 immediately entered its dormant state and did not wake until several hours later, when the enclosure was first entered by a professional falconer assigned to the containment case. Addendum 4384-2: On ██/██/20██, severe meteorological activity caused structural damage to Site-19, causing SCP-4384 to breach containment. Personnel reported hearing previously absent intensities of thunder for the duration of the storm. During the containment breach, massive amounts of vocalization were observed originating from SCP-4384, particularly spiking during thunderclaps. During this time, an anomalous phenomenon was noted to have manifested near the south entrance to Site-19. The falling raindrops of the ongoing storm began to coalesce into a rudimentary serpentine form, estimated at 20 meters long and possessing what appeared to be deerlike antlers upon its head. The unidentified anomalous entity proceeded to attempt to force open the south entrance by crushing the blast doors. SCP-4384 descended from the skies and engaged in predatory behavior, striking the serpent entity with its claws. This behavior continued until the unidentified entity demanifested into puddles of water, and SCP-4384 returned to higher altitudes as the storm moved away from the area. Following the breach, SCP-4384 was found in its enclosure, perched on a fallen branch. When greeted by handlers, SCP-4384 demonstrated a heightened emotional expression, landing near the personnel and beginning to produce vocalizations similar to a juvenile avian begging for food. It was noted that following this incident, the city of Las Cruces (where SCP-4384 was originally discovered) reported significantly fewer cases of water-based damages compared to the months prior. Addendum 4384-3: Approximately three months after its initial acquisition, on ██/██/20██, SCP-4384 disappeared from its containment enclosure and manifested in the Site-19 intensive care ward. Specifically, it appeared in the room occupied by Dr. Faraday,4 who had been admitted to the on-site hospital for complications relating to old age. Upon its appearance, SCP-4384 proceeded to regurgitate matter from its beak, in a manner similar to adult birds feeding hatchlings. SCP-4384 produced a small wad of what was later identified to be high-quality tobacco5 and despite resistance, repeatedly attempted to place it in Dr. Faraday's mouth. SCP-4384 eventually deposited the tobacco on the doctor's forehead and allowed itself to be returned to its containment enclosure. Footnotes 1. A cage or building for trained hawks, especially while they are molting. 2. Wild red-tailed hawks will often exhibit this behavior, and may spend hours at the same perch. 3. The Haida people are native to Haida Gwaii (a Canadian archipelago) and known for their craftsmanship, trading skills, and seamanship. 4. A senior researcher who received many accolades during his Foundation career. 5. Often used by Haida elders and spiritual leaders, and referenced in legends as one of the luxuries of the afterlife. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4384" by Krelavoth and Zyn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4384. 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: redtail.jpg Name: 20170614-OC-PJK-0604 Author: Preston Keres License: Public Domain Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-4385 | keter | Item #: SCP-4385 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation phone crawlers are to monitor North American phone lines to find manifestations of SCP-4385. If SCP-4385 is confirmed, MTF Pi-1 ("City Slickers") are to be deployed to the location of the call and determine the situation. All deaths caused by SCP-4385-1 are to be declared an accident or homicide in media outlets; the bodies are to be confiscated until all foreign material manifested by SCP-4385-1 is removed. Description: SCP-4385 is a tech support phone line originating from an unknown source. When SCP-4385 is accessed, an entity (Designated as SCP-4385-1) will begin to speak with the subject on the other end. SCP-4385-1 is a voice of indeterminate gender and possesses the ability to manifest objects1 inside the subject they are talking to, terminating them in the process. SCP-4385 can be accessed randomly by calling a number for technical support in the southern part of the USA. If accessed, SCP-4385 will change its number to match the company the subject was calling. Addendum.4385-Logs: These are the most noteworthy documented logs of SCP-4385. Foreword: Log #1. The subject was Camp Oliver, a forty-five-year-old female. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-4385-1: Good afternoon. May you please state the reason for your call? Oliver: Um… yeah, can you tell me how to fix my TV? It's been blank ever since one of my kids knocked it over. SCP-4385-1: Ma'am, this is not a line for jokes. Can you please state the reason for your call? Oliver: What do you mean not the line for jokes? My TV has been blank for the past five days and all you people keep saying is reboot. News flash, it doesn’t fucking work. SCP-4385-1: Ma'am… who told you to reboot your TV? Oliver: Does it matter? Some guy named Thomas. SCP-4385-1: Ma'am, do not panic, I think rebooting your TV might have given you a mental fracture, I'm sending help right away, for the meantime I’m going to give you some plugs to keep you stable. Oliver: What do you mean mental fracture, you calling me stupid or something? Listen here, I'll get your ass fired you he— SCP-4385-1: The plugs have been delivered ma'am, now where do you live? … Excuse me are you still there? [END LOG] Closing statement: SCP-4385-1 continued attempting to get a response from Mrs. Oliver, and hung up twenty-five minutes later. Mrs. Oliver's body was found with several cable leads and Double AA batteries embedded inside her brain and under her skin. Witnesses were given amnestics and her body was put in storage for further study. Foreword: Log #5. The subject was Thomas Ogle, a twenty-two-year-old male. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-4385-1: Good morning. May you please state the reason for your call? Ogle: Yeah, my mini-tablet been acting up lately. It keeps pressing random apps when I'm not even touching them. SCP-4385-1: Sir, how long has this been happening? Ogle: Since about yesterday, I'm pretty sure. SCP-4385-1: Okay, do you have any idea on why this could be happening? Ogle: Maybe throwing and dropping it on the floor a few times, hehe. SCP-4385-1: You what? Why would— Do not move from your position, the enforcers are on their way. Ogle: The who? SCP-4385-1: I repeat do not move from your position. Ogle: Why happens if I move? What's going to happ—. [Thump sound] SCP-4385-1: Several inhibitors have been placed on you for your protection, several more are being transferred. Ogle: [In the distance] My legs, somebody help me, somebody! Call an ambulance, ple— SCP-4385-1: The enforcers are now on their way to take custody of you and your tablets for animal abuse and neglect. Do not resist. [END LOG] Closing statement: Thomas Ogle's body was found in his apartment room with USB cords intertwined with his blood vessels and muscle tissue inside his legs. Death was caused by internal bleeding due to the plugs severing several arteries inside his legs. Foreword: Log #12. The subject was James Camp, an eight-year-old male. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-4385-1: Good afternoon. May you state the reason for your call? Camp: Um, yeah, there this code thing that’s blocking the cartoons on the TV. SCP-4385-1: Code? You sound a little young, how old are you? Camp: Eight and a half. SCP-4385-1: Oh nice. I hope I get to live as long as you do. Camp: Mmhm, so can you hack the code off the TV please, I'm about to miss my show. SCP-4385-1: First, who’s TV are you talking about? Camp: Mines. SCP-4385-1: So what you're saying is something blocking your signal? Camp: Um… I guess. SCP-4385-1: And what is this code? Camp: Its like the codes on Apple phones. SCP-4385-1: What is an apple? Camp: Huh, you don't know what a fruit is? SCP-4385-1: A fruit? Why would you even touch that? Camp: To eat it? I don't know. SCP-4385-1: Oh, one of those. So anyways, about your TV. Camp: Yeah, you need to hack the code off. SCP-4385-1: I can't hack, but I think this would help. Camp: Huh, did you make that thing appear? SCP-4385-1: Yes, just put that on top of your TV and you should be good to go. Camp: Are you magic? SCP-4385-1: What, no that was… just forget it. [END LOG] Closing statement: The antennae was confiscated and witnesses were given amnestics. Foreword: Log #45. Agent Dam gained access to SCP-4385 after five-hundred and five failed attempts. [BEGIN LOG] SCP-4385-1: Good morning. May you state the reason for your call? Dam: Yes, I would actually like to ask you a few questions. SCP-4385-1: Oh. I'm really only qualified for hands-on issues, but I can give you the numb— Dam: No, only you can answer them. SCP-4385-1: Oh, okay. So what are your questions? Dam: Where do you think you are taking calls from? SCP-4385-1: The Borthin Sector? Dam: I see. Well, do you know that what you are doing is harming people? SCP-4385-1: Si— Dam, this is not the line for your horrid jokes. Dam: Please calm down and listen. I'm trying to tell you that your efforts in trying to help people, is not working. SCP-4385-1: This is the last time I will tell you this. Take your horrid humor somewhere else and ask me a real question or hang-up. Dam: Listen, I know you're confused, but I need your cooperation to help both of us. SCP-4385-1: Do you know how old I am, boy? I am five fucking years old, you brat! I don't deserve your prank calls. I don't deserve any of this! Oh, they tell me it's going to be hard and you going to have to get thick-metal. But this, but this is just pure insanity talking to you people. You talk about killing, organics, and Wifi! What is Wifi! Dam: Just listen for a moment ple— SCP-4385-1: Shutup. I am not qualified for this. I—I—I can't take this anymore. You people are getting blacklisted, goodbye. Dam: Wa— SCP-4385-1: I said goodbye! Unknown Voice: Thank you for calling the World Television Health Center where we give our all for your life. Stay charged and zappy. [END LOG] Closing statement: After this incident, there have been no further reports of SCP-4385. Approval to reclassify SCP-4385 to Neutralized is pending. Footnotes 1. All recorded objects manifested by SCP-4385 were electronic devices or appliances. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4385" by RadioactiveRADS, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4385. 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-4386 | euclid | This used to be super meta with no bees. Now it only has a tiny meta and lots of bees. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} 4/4386 LEVEL 4/4386 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4386 Euclid SCP-4386 on initial discovery after switching to Power Conservation Mode. Special Containment Procedures: The area located above the enclosure of SCP-4386 is monitored at all times across a radius of 5km. This includes the town of ███████, where undercover Foundation operatives are tasked with identifying local civilians that raise suspicions about Foundation activity in the region. Any civilians suspected of attempting to investigate Foundation activity will be apprehended and administered a Class C amnestic following standard interrogation procedures. The single entrance to SCP-4386 located at the western extreme of ███████ is surrounded by a chain-link fence and is guarded by at least four security personnel at all times. Any civilians seen approaching the area will be lead off-site by at least two security personnel and exposed to Cover Story #601-A1. The main power supply for SCP-4386 should be checked for signs of degradation every 2 hours and at least 2 backup power generators will be on standby at all times. Significant fluctuations in the local power grid are to be logged daily and cross-referenced with SCP-4386-01's recorded input readings. SCP-4386-02 through 05 are to be under constant observation. Any dissociative disorders or suicidal tendencies recognised in SCP-4386-02 through 05 are to be reported immediately, and psychological countermeasures should be employed to ensure none are able to cause any significant self-harm. The simulation hosted on SCP-4386-01 is to be policed by the assigned CyTF, and all instances of VSCP-01 are to be removed from the simulation on sight, excluding instances directly in the vicinity of SCP-4386-02 through 05. Description: SCP-4386 consists of six separate but interlinked components contained within a large man-made cavern hidden 500m beneath an abandoned farm on the edge of a rural town known as ███████, UK. The six components are as follows: SCP-4386-01: A network of 55 interlinked computer and medical systems consisting of: 1 single cylindrical relay station that dominates the center of the cavern, measuring 15.3m in height, and 7.1m in diameter. 46 interconnected parallel data processing units of custom design, connecting into the relay station. Each provides a terminal to allow interaction with the entire SCP-4386-01 array. 8 sub-stations that resemble standard operating tables, surrounding the relay station. Each is connected to the relay station by numerous cables, tubes and intravenous devices set in place to supply necessary nutrition and nourishment to any humans residing on the sub-station tables. As of 20██-09-01, SCP-4386-02 through 05 currently occupy 4 of the sub-stations. The remaining 4 are unoccupied. SCP-4386-02: A biologically male human, estimated to be ██ years old. Currently resides on the 1st sub-station of SCP-4386-01. SCP-4386-03: A biologically male human, estimated to be ██ years old. Currently resides on the 3rd sub-station of SCP-4386-01. SCP-4386-04: A biologically female human, estimated to be ██ years old. Currently resides on the 4th sub-station of SCP-4386-01. SCP-4386-05: A biologically female human, estimated to be ██ years old. Currently resides on the 8th sub-station of SCP-4386-01. SCP-4386-06: A bulbous metallic mass that resides on top of the relay station section of SCP-4386-01. It measures 8m in diameter and 4m in height. Printed on its side is the phrase "BIG-B.A.D." (see SCP-4386-01 Retrieved Documents - bigbadintro.txt). The internal mechanism of SCP-4386-06 is still unknown. SCP-4386-02 through 05 are currently unconscious relative to the physical world, and instead, have their consciousness manifesting within an accurate simulation of modern Earth hosted by SCP-4386-01. The simulation has shown to follow the exact same event cycles present in the physical world. As events occur in reality, they subsequently occur within the simulation following an average delay of 23 hours. SCP-4386-02 through 05 are unaware that their observed world is a simulation. Currently, only two known significant differences exist between reality and the simulation. They are as follows: The complete lack of anomalous entities, including the presence of the SCP Foundation and other known GoIs. The presence of virtual species VSCP-01, known in-simulation as the "bee"2. Analysis of non-simulation data located within SCP-4386-01's databanks has revealed that the intended mechanism of SCP-4386-06 poses a substantial threat to humanity and standard reality laws. Gathered data indicates that should SCP-4386-02 through 05 be awoken simultaneously, SCP-4386-06 will begin its activation cycle, leading to a complete CK-Class Reality Restructuring scenario and at worst, a ZK-Class Reality Failure event. However, as long as at least one of SCP-4386-02 through 05 is connected and present within the simulation, SCP-4386-06 will remain inactive. So far, no means to deactivate SCP-4386-06 safely have been discovered. SCP-4386-01 Terminal Access: On 2003-11-13, the Foundation Security Penetration team managed to successfully obtain root access to SCP-4386-01's operating system and establish administrator privileges. Accounts have since been distributed to various Foundation researchers holding adequate clearance levels. Terminal access may be permitted to Level 3 and above personnel only. To apply for an account on the system, please contact the project director, Dr. Harsky. SCP-4386-01 Retrieved Documents: Since establishing access to the SCP-4386-01's database via the terminals, the following public files have been discovered: + Open /public/bigbadintro.txt - Close File > ################################## > ##### The BIG-B.A.D. Project ##### > ################################## > an introduction by BEI Administrator Ronald Hobbs > > Hello [$firstname], and congratulations on joining the BIG-B.A.D. project! > You have been chosen for this opportunity, not only because of your profound expertise in the field of Theoretical Physics, but also due to your undying loyalty to the Better Earth Initiative and its goals. > > Undoubtedly you're excited to find out just what the BIG-B.A.D. project entails, and that's great to hear, because it means you're enthusiastic about making the world a better place, but more importantly, it means we are doing a good job keeping this all under wraps! > > With that in mind, let us remind you now that the BIG-B.A.D. project should not be spoken of outside of the project team under penalty of death! > > > ##### What is the BIG-B.A.D. Project? ##### > > Don't let the name fool you, [$firstname], the BIG-B.A.D. project isn't "bad" at all! It's simply a convenient acronym used to refer to its full title: Big-Brane Assimilation Device > > As you can tell from the name, there's a good reason we need your Theoretical Physics expertise. > > The BIG-B.A.D. is an astounding device invented by the late Professor Samuel Briggs, Monad rest his soul. Through Professor Briggs' ingenuity, the BIG-B.A.D. is capable of artificially inducing Brane collisions and intersections on a supercosmic scale [Briggs, Samuel T., 1996. On branes and artificial mobility through extra-dimensional space. BEI Physics Journal, vol. 9]. > > Yes, you read that right, after a series of mindboggling breakthroughs, Professor Briggs has found a way to interact with the very fabric that our existence rests on! M-Theorists, eat your hearts out! > > > ##### What does this mean for us? ##### > > Quite simply, it means we now have the tools of a God at our disposal, the same tools that enacted the genesis of our own reality. > > For our goal though, it means something much greater. > > Regenesis. > > _ + Open /public/bigbadandyou.txt - Close File > ##### BIG-B.A.D. and You ##### > > So now you know what it's all about, what exactly will you be doing here? > > As it turns out… an awful lot! [$firstname], your roles will be assigned progressively, as and when they are needed. One day you could be supervising the Candidates, the next you could be tasked with tailoring the simulation itself. > > "Candidates" you ask? "Simulation"? What on Better Earth are these things? Let's take some time to examine these in further detail! > > > ##### Who are the Candidates? ##### > > The Candidates are eight incredible people who aspire for a better world, just like us! They were chosen for this project due to their matching views of the Better Earth Initiative in creating a peaceful world where no one need fear another being again. > > They share our dream of a world without suffering, without cruelty, without hate, fear, or rejection, and without those unspeakable horrors that lurk in the shadows around us. > > Their aspirations for a Better Earth are what help mold the simulation into a paradise for humanity. They are the true heroes of this project, and it is our duty to aid them in their quest. > > > ##### What is the Simulation? ##### > > The Simulation is an exact replica of our own world, accurate down to the finest details, created and formed through countless Brane collision simulations and n-time renderings. Within it are the avatars of the Candidates, living out their daily lives. Their very thoughts and actions allow us to tailor the world around them to form their ideal reality, and through this, an ideal reality for the rest of humanity too! > > But why do all this? Why try to make a "simulation" of a perfect world? We want OUR world to be a perfect one, right [$firstname]? > > Of course we do, and through a combination of the Simulation and the BIG-B.A.D., we can see that dream achieved. You see, the Simulation isn't just simulating a perfect world. Behind it all, a large series of powerful supercomputers are observing this paradise, and calculating the exact variables needed for the BIG-B.A.D. to initiate a remarkably precise Brane collision that will ultimately form that perfect reality, in reality. > > When you break it down to its key components, you could say we are reverse-engineering the universe itself! > > And when it's finally ready, the BIG-B.A.D. will help do away with the dark world we reside in, and replace it with a flawless haven! A Better Earth is finally within our grasp. > _ + Open /public/bigbadwarning.txt - Close File [ [ MANDATORY READING ] ] You will be barred access to the Candidates, the Simulation and the BIG-B.A.D. until you have read through this file and taken a test to prove your understanding of the information contained within!! > > > ##### The BIG-B.A.D. Warnings ##### > > Messing with macrocosmic Branes is, of course, a very risky task, [$firstname]. We are involving ourselves in things that could surpass whatever deity you may or may not believe in! To ensure we don't accidentally destroy the planet, or turn all of reality into a giant carton of milk, the following guide will walk you through all the safety procedures required when working on the BIG-B.A.D. project. > > > ##### Candidate Safety ##### > > YOU MUST NOT WAKE UP THE CANDIDATES!! > > The Candidates will wake up naturally when the Simulation is complete. In the event that all eight of the candidates are awake, the BIG-B.A.D. is designed to interpret this as a final and lasting representation of an ideal reality and will activate with the variables currently held at the time the last candidate awakens. > > Should all of the Candidates wake up prematurely by any means, the BIG-B.A.D. will form a Brane collision with the incorrect setting and what it creates will most likely be an unstable mass of primordial goop where space and time are less than a memory. > > So whatever you do, do not do anything that might wake up the candidates! They will do so themselves when it is time to wake up. > > In the event that the candidates do manage to awaken prematurely, we would advise first attempting to come to terms with the consequences of your failure, followed by the remembrance of an old Better Earth mantra: "Better to have No Earth than to have This Earth!" > > > ##### Simulation Safety ##### > > When tailoring the Simulation, you may feel the urge to make the Candidates as happy as possible. Despite how it may seem, this is the exact opposite of what is required! > > In the event a Candidate is happy, they will not seek further happiness and will become ignorant to the plight of their fellow human beings. For this reason, the Simulation should always ensure the Candidate is in a state of longing for happiness at least 60% of the time. > > While this may seem cruel, we must keep in mind that the mental suffering of these eight Candidates is what pushes them to dream and long for a perfect world, a dream from which we can then extrapolate the required reality we wish to create! > > In the event that a Candidate achieves a height of happiness that causes them to long for nothing, we run risking their mind outright rejecting the simulation, which could potentially lead them to awaken prematurely. > > But don't worry too much about it! Such a situation is considered so dangerous that the Simulation actually has a safeguard system in place to ensure this never happens: The Mood Dampener Module. The Mood Dampener Module (MDM) exists to provide a constant downward pull on the Candidate's mood, so we can be sure it will never get out of hand. Simple! > > Of course, make sure it doesn't get too low, either. > > > ##### What Next? ##### > > Hopefully now you understand the risks and hazards of working with project BIG-B.A.D.! To ensure this is the case, you will be given a written test on the content of this document, and afterward, a psychological examination to ensure your loyalty still remains with the Better Earth Initiative. > > Thank your for your dedication to a Better Earth, [$firstname], and good luck to you! > _ Discovery: SCP-4386 was discovered on 2003-11-09 when ███████, UK began experiencing unexplained power shortages, later proven to be a result of SCP-4386-01 resorting to the local power grid as a form of backup power supply, following the failure of its main on-site generator. Deceased GoI-809 personnel found between two SCP-4386-01 units. When the cavern housing SCP-4386 was explored, a total of 32 human corpses were discovered, 29 of which were identified as employees of GoI-809 ("Better Earth Initiative"), with subsequent analysis showing causes of death consisted of either blood loss (including self-inflicted), blunt trauma, and starvation. 30 of the bodies have been measured as having varying times of death throughout the first quarter of 2001. The remaining 2 expired between mid-2001 and early-2003. Upon initial discovery, 5 persons, now designated SCP-4386-02 through 05 and 1 additional (see file Dissociation Event 01) were connected to SCP-4386-01 via 5 of the 8 sub-stations. 3 other bodies amongst the 32 deceased are believed to have previously been connected to the remaining vacant sub-stations, having become disconnected following events that lead to the demise of the cavern's total population. All 3 had died due to severe brain hemorrhages. GoI-809/4386 Employee Logs: Following the successful gain of administrative privileges on the SCP-4386-01 network, GoI-809 user profile security was overridden, allowing access to various personal logs of former GoI-809 personnel. The following logs have been selected for this document due to their relevance in ongoing investigations (for further logs, please contact Dr. Harsky): + Open /user/rthompson/documents/logs/103.txt - Close File > 03/12/00 > ----------------- > Oh boy, Jessica is even more robotic than usual today. Some weird glitches have been popping up in the simulation and she can't for the life of her figure out the cause! It's pretty funny to watch, just make sure you don't talk to her when she's doing her thing. > > Candidate 2 especially started acting strange, it's hard to explain. It was kind of like she was a child trying to learn the alphabet, but she couldn't remember what came after 'B'. She stopped eventually, so nothing came of it, thankfully. Still, Warren, the project supervisor, said I should try and put her mind elsewhere anyway, so I made her boyfriend break up with her. Not that I have any issue with that, he wasn't good enough for her anyway. > > Damn, there I go again. I really need to stop fawning over her, we're not meant to get attached to the Candidates in case we start being "too nice" to them. > > Sometimes I like to slip something nice under the radar though. Figured out how to delete actions from the logs, so I can give them little gifts without getting caught! I see no issue with the occasional little gift. I mean, it's hardly fair to just be mean to them all the time. It's not like they volunteered for this. > _ + Open /user/jhall/documents/logs/1553.txt - Close File > 2000-12-06 > ############## > > Weird stuff happened in the simulation again today. > > Can't quite figure it out, the glitches have been happening more often. Couple of the candidates have started noticing. They know something's wrong. Candidates 5 and 7 replicated the odd alphabet recital behaviour (now referred to as the "Alphabet Glitch") that Candidate 2 showed briefly the other day. > I looked through the action and error logs but there isn't anything there. Can't explain it. > > Something else happened, something big. A file from our own systems appeared on one of their computers. As in, something on our real computers got on to one of their virtual computers. No idea how it got there. I guessed it might have been a copy-paste mistake, but again, no record of it. > > When we saw the Candidate reading it, we forced their system to crash before they could read it all. > > The Candidate got too excited about the possibility of their involvement in a conspiracy. > > Had to distract them from it. > > Killed their grandmother. > _ + Open /user/jhall/documents/logs/1554.txt - Close File > 2000-12-14 > ############## > > Major issue came up, we think we've been compromised. > > I don't know how, our systems have no connection to any external networks. It has to be someone on the inside. A saboteur maybe. > > They keep slipping anomalies into the simulation. Probably trying to cause a dissociation event. > > They must be insane. They could destroy everything. > > Warren has started trying to crack down on it. Keeps taking people off for questioning. He's become extremely paranoid. Trusts no one, suspects everyone. Going to have to fix this quick, before he locks us all up. > _ + Open /user/jhall/documents/logs/1555.txt - Close File > 2000-12-16 > ############## > > So Warren caught the culprit, it was Thompson. Looks like the poor bastard got too attached to Candidate 2. Should've known. > > This is why they tell us not to get attached to the Candidates. We're dealing with the stability of reality here, there's no room for infatuation to throw us off balance. > > Imagine destroying the universe just because you fell in love. Tragic. Probably poetic somehow, I don't know, I don't like poetry much. > > Anyway, they took him away. Monad knows what they'll do with him. Leaking info alone has a fatal punishment, I can't imagine what they'll do to someone for nearly destroying reality. > _ + Open /user/jhall/documents/logs/1557.txt - Close File > 2000-12-21 > ############## > > Thompson is gone, but he left one hell of a hole in our system. Turns out he re-tuned the MDM. Guess he didn't like it bringing down Candidate 2's mood all the time. Ended up causing havoc for a while. > > Something they teach you when you start here, is that you can't just give a person the good without the bad. It resets that good as a new baseline for their emotions. They will become apathetic, disillusioned by their reality. Let it run on for long enough, and eventually, they'll start dissociating. Really throws a wrench in the works we have here. > > I don't think Thompson understood that. That's why he kept showering Candidate 2 with affection, unknowingly redefining their emotional baseline to that of unrivaled happiness, and so risking a dissociation scenario. Or maybe he did understand it but just didn't care, love makes people do weird shit. I don't know. > > Regardless, he underestimated the Mood Dampener Module. It compensated, and it compensated hard. After we got it back to normal and it detected Candidate 2's excess of "happiness"... well, even I felt bad for her after that. > > _ + Open /user/jhall/documents/logs/1558.txt - Close File > 2000-12-25 > ############## > > Today I was awoken by the pre-recorded voice of BEI Administrator Ronald Hobbs. > He was announcing a facility lockdown. An automatic precaution that only kicks in when something major occurs. It's supposed to keep out assailants, but more importantly, make sure none of us attempt to flee our posts. No one comes in, no one goes out. So now I'm essentially trapped here with my 28 colleagues until further notice. > > When I went to find the cause of the chaos, I discovered the night staff in disarray. > > One of the Candidates had woken up. Huge dissociation event, followed by suicide. > > Turns out there was still a bug in the system even after the MDM fix. > > The Candidate didn't last long in the real world. Less than 20 minutes after waking up, he expired from a brain hemorrhage. His last moments must have been horrifying. One moment he was sitting on his bathroom floor obsessing over the letter B. The next, he was lying on a strange bed surrounded by incredibly confused scientists, probably coming to the haunting realisation that no one he knew ever actually existed. > > It's peculiar to me now, how after all of the intense planning that went into this project, we never considered the possibility of a candidate attempting suicide. Maybe we don't know them as well as we thought. > > Anyway, the Candidates are now on round-the-clock suicide watch until the lockdown ends. > > Merry Christmas. > > _ + Open /user/jhall/documents/logs/1560.txt - Close File > 2001-01-09 > ############## > > It's been 17 days since the lockdown began. The Candidates are stable, but the cause of the dissociation event seems to still be active. Warren refuses to lift the lockdown until we fix it. We should get on it quick, people are already becoming aggressive and claustrophobic from the whole ordeal. Barclay received a black eye from Warren just last night. > > Never was fond of Warren, always seemed a bit too technologically incompetent to be on the project, let alone supervising it. He's always coming up to me and asking which terminal commands do what. Caught him attempting to use Ctrl+C, Ctrl+V to copy some lines once. Blew his mind when I told him he could hit the Tab key to autocomplete file names. > > Overall, doesn't look good for us. Our foray into the Alphabet mystery took another turn today. Caught a Candidate experiencing the Alphabet Glitch again, but this time in writing. Turns out it isn't to do with the alphabet at all. Now we have even more questions. > > Just what the hell is a "bee" anyway? > > _ Following 2001-01-09, further logs show only information regarding the gradual psychological breakdown and consequent increase in violence between GoI-809 staff. GoI-809 staff were unable to find the cause of the "Alphabet Glitch" and unexplained "Candidate" behaviour. On 2001-02-13, no more personal logs are recorded, following a complete lockout on all terminals enacted by GoI-809 staff member and project supervisor, "Matthew Warren". The last of the GoI-809 staff stationed at SCP-4386 are believed to have died of malnourishment roughly 3 days following this date. Despite this, the Emergency Log system within SCP-4386-01 continued to update itself. + Open /sys/sim/logs/emergencylog_090301.txt - Close File !!!! WARNING !!!! > > - CANDIDATE 02 EXPERIENCING 80% DISSOCIATION - > - ALL STAFF PLEASE REPORT TO STATIONS - > ... > ... > ... !!!! WARNING !!!! > - CANDIDATE 02 APPROACHING 100% DISSOCIATION - > - CANDIDATE 06 EXPERIENCING 82% DISSOCIATION - > - ALL STAFF PLEASE REPORT TO STATIONS - > ... > ... > ... > ... > ... !!!! CRITICAL !!!! !!!! CRITICAL !!!! !!!! CRITICAL !!!! - CANDIDATE 02 DISCONNECTING - > ... !!!! WARNING !!!! > - CANDIDATE 06 APPROACHING 100% DISSOCIATION - > - ALL STAFF PLEASE REPORT TO STATIONS - > ... > ... > ... > ... > ... > ... > ... > ... > ... > ... !!!! CRITICAL !!!! !!!! CRITICAL !!!! !!!! CRITICAL !!!! - CANDIDATE 06 DISCONNECTING - > ... !!!! CRITICAL !!!! !!!! CRITICAL !!!! !!!! CRITICAL !!!! --------------------------- --------------------------- --------------------------- !!!! ALERT !!!! APPROACHING 50% UNEXPECTED DISCONNECTION THRESHOLD !!!! CRITICAL !!!! !!!! CRITICAL !!!! !!!! CRITICAL !!!! - ALL STAFF PLEASE REPORT TO STATIONS - > ... > ... > ... !!!! CRITICAL !!!! !!!! CRITICAL !!!! !!!! CRITICAL !!!! - ALL STAFF PLEASE REPORT TO STATIONS - > ... > ... > ... !!!! CRITICAL !!!! !!!! CRITICAL !!!! !!!! CRITICAL !!!! - ALL STAFF PLEASE REPORT TO STATIONS - The log repeats these last few lines intermittently every 15 minutes from 2001-03-09 until 2003-11-14 when the Foundation Security Penetration team managed to gain administrator privileges and disable the warning. Addendum/4386 - Emergency Event 01 Report: On 2018-10-07, SCP-4386-06-EX3 began exhibiting symptoms of the Alphabet Glitch. Following this occurrence, SCP-4386-06-EX experienced a severe mental breakdown, during which a window was broken and SCP-4386-06-EX managed to impale his own neck with a glass shard. This caused a subsequent dissociation event and SCP-4386-06-EX was disconnected from SCP-4386-01. After 4 minutes, SCP-4386-06-EX suffered a violent brain hemorrhage and all vital signs ceased. Prior to the breakdown, SCP-4386-06-EX contacted a virtual entity (VE) he had befriended in the simulation, by phone. The following conversation was recorded: Date: 2018-10-07 Time: 23:14 VE-191473218: Hey dude, what's up? SCP-4386-06-EX: Sam… dude, Sam, I'm not feeling… VE-191473218: Not feeling what? You okay? I haven't seen you for- SCP-4386-06-EX: Sam, you ever like… feel something's off? Like shit ain't how it's supposed to be? VE-191473218: Uh… kinda? I mean like, sometimes I feel there's so much bad in the world and we should be doing something to make it better, y'know what I mean? SCP-4386-06-EX: Fuck, Sa- no, that's not what I bloody- [Silence for 8 seconds, monitors show SCP-4386-06-EX is holding his head] VE-191473218: Dude? You still there? You need to sleep man, it's late, you haven't been sleeping enough lately, it's messing with- SCP-4386-06-EX: Hey, Sam… VE-191473218: Yeah? [Silence for 12 seconds, monitors show SCP-4386-06-EX looking blankly at a wall] VE-191473218: Dude, y- SCP-4386-06-EX: Sam, have you ever… watched the bees4? VE-191473218: …what? SCP-4386-06-EX: Th- the bees! You know what fucking bees are, right? VE-191473218: Uh, yeah, sure, what about them? SCP-4386-06-EX: Have you ever watched them?! Seen what they do, watched them just… I dunno, just do their shit, whatever they do! VE-191473218: … I guess not? I dunno man, I've never really thought about- SCP-4386-06-EX: They don't make sense, Sam, they don't make any sense at all, they- Fuck! They just… I've been watching them and they aren't right somehow, I don't understand it! Have you ever actually watched them? It's like they don't belong here! The way they move, how they sound, how they act, how they… god… damn it, I don't get it, something's just wrong about them, I don't know how to explain- VE-191473218: Okay, okay, listen man, I think you're having a breakdown or something. You should really call a doctor- SCP-4386-06-EX: I don't need a bloody doctor, just believe me already, you're the only one who ever gets what I'm talking about, you know me, I don't make up shit like this, just… please Sam, I need someone to support me on this. VE-191473218: Okay. Fine. I believe you. But can you just get some sleep so we can talk about this tomorrow? [10 seconds of silence. SCP-4386-06-EX has lowered the phone from his head and his arms are hanging at his sides.] VE-191473218: Dude? …you there? [A further 13 seconds of silence, SCP-4386-06-EX has not moved.] VE-191473218: Listen, if you're not gonna talk to me, I'm calling the police or something to come check on you- [SCP-4386-06-EX lifts the phone to his ear again.] SCP-4386-06-EX: Hey, Sam? VE-191473218: Yeah, buddy? SCP-4386-06-EX: Can you just promise me one thing? VE-191473218: Sure. SCP-4386-06-EX: Watch the bees, Sam. VE-191473218: Okay bu- [SCP-4386-06-EX ends the call.] Addendum/4386 - Bug Report #8156: On 2019-06-14, investigation into a potential cause of the "Alphabet Glitch" began. The following bug report thread written by SCP Foundation IT staff has been attached for reference: + Open Bug Report #8156 - Close File B.cof in wrong folder #8156 Closed L. Bolt created this issue on 2019-06-14 | 7 comments L. Bolt commented on 2019-06-14 So I was just looking through the entity blueprint files and in the */insect folder, I found a copy of B.cof. Is that supposed to be in there? I opened it up and it looks like it's meant to be a Concept file, not an Entity file. Can someone look into this? J. Palmer (admin) commented on 2019-06-14 Okay, I checked this out, and it seems to be an exact copy of the B.cof file we have stored in */concepts/language/letter directory. How the bloody hell did it get all the way over there? If anyone knows anything, please let me know so we can solve this quickly. For now, I'm placing the B.cof in */insect on the Pending Removal pile. No one touch it until I get around to it. H. Jay commented on 2019-06-15 You might not want to delete it just yet, I've just been looking into this myself. I had a hunch this might be related to our favourite Alphabet Glitch mystery, so I decided to check out the Evolutionary Event Log from the last decade. Turns out our little B.cof file has actually been getting utilised as a part of the Entity Evolution Simulation5. Check it out yourselves, search for "B_letter_english" in the Entity Evolutionary Event Log from 2000. The Entity Evolution Simulation module has written an entire history for an insect species called "B", spanning back 120 million years, including an era where humans simply started spelling the creature's name as "bee". It's insane how much it has written for it, there's a whole load of branching species, superstitions, and everything. The people who wrote this module were really dedicated, that's for sure. To be honest, these "bee" things seem pretty innocent. They're like slightly less intimidating wasps. So ultimately, they're not really a threat to normalcy in the simulation, but since the file was originally written to be the concept of the letter 'B' and not a bloody insect, I figure it's making them act in some peculiar ways the candidates are picking up on that we haven't noticed yet. So I don't suppose we can just remove it now, can we? If we do that, the candidates are sure to notice the removal of what is ultimately a 120 million-year-old species. J. Palmer (admin) commented on 2019-06-16 Bloody hell, I can't believe this has gone unnoticed for so long. You're right @hjay we can't delete this now, it will have to stay. I'll contact base and see what they want us to do about it. Do we yet have any idea how this even happened? The Alphabet Glitch has been around since the BEI were running the show, so I know it was no one on our team that caused this colossal fuck up (thank god) but we should really find the cause, so we don't end up making the same mistake ourselves. Someone get on the logs and see if you can trace the original cause. I'll be creating a Task for that job and set this thread to watch it. In the meantime, I'm closing Bug Report #1 since we've essentially identified the cause of the Alphabet Glitch now. This thread will take its place in trying to find a solution. I'll be sending out an e-mail to the team, instructing everyone to leave the B.cof file alone for now. J. Palmer has created a new Task: Task #411: Identify cause of B.cof copy L. Bolt has taken Task: Task #411: Identify cause of B.cof copy L. Bolt commented on 2019-06-18 I looked into the logs as requested. You are not going to believe this. You guys know who Matthew Warren was, the former BEI supervisor that ran this place right? I found this in his command history, check it out (relevant lines highlighted): > cpy barklice.ef /insect > Unrecognised command "cpy"! > cpy barklice.ef insect > Unrecognised command "cpy"! > copy barklice.ef /insect > Unrecognised command "copy"! > … > … > - You have been inactive for 10 minutes! Security protocols will automatically log out inactive accounts after 15 minutes to avoid potential security breaches -. > cp barklice.ef /insect > Directory "insect" does not exist at that location! > … > cp barklice.ef */insect > … > cp barklice.ef */insect > File called beetle.ef already exists in that location! Would you like to overwrite? Y/N > N > … > cp beetle.ef */insect > cp butterfly.ef */insect > cp blowfly.ef */insect > … > ^C > ^V > ^C ^C > ^V ^V ^V > cp bedbug.ef */insect > cp backswimmer.ef */insect > cp bluet.ef */insect > cp bedbug.ef */insect > cp B.cof */insect > … > undo > Unrecognised command "undo"! > ^Z ^Z > … > delete */insect/B.cof > Unrecognised command "delete"! > del */insect/B.cof > Unrecognised command "del"! > … > … > - You have been inactive for 10 minutes! Security protocols will automatically log out inactive accounts after 15 minutes to avoid potential security breaches -. > logout > Successfully logged out! Afterwards, I checked his action logs and there's no record of him actually doing any of that. Looks like he took a page out of Thompson's book and started deleting his embarassing action mishaps. He neglected that the commands themselves are still stored in his command history though. Not the brightest BEI member. H. Jay commented on 2019-06-18 Wow. You can practically hear the cogs grinding in his head as he was doing that. That's incredible. That part where he desperately tries to "undo" had me in stitches. Didn't one of the BEI guys theorise this was just a copy-paste error? I would have never guessed he was on to something. J. Palmer (admin) commented on 2019-06-18 Jesus, how many people died just because some tool hadn't memorised the basic terminal commands? I hope to God there's no one on our team that doesn't understand the basic commands on these systems too. The thought that the universe could have been destroyed because of these little "bee" things kind of terrifies me. Maybe I should run another staff course, just to be sure? It might help me sleep better after dwelling on this whole fiasco at least. Well anyway, mystery solved, I'll be closing this ticket now. Also, regarding how we handle the "bee" problem, I've sent out an e-mail to everyone regarding the new onsite CyTF we've been assigned and the new tech we're installing for them. If you don't have this, please contact me immediately, it's important you all read it. J. Palmer has closed this issue. Addendum/4386 - CyTF and VSCP-01: Following the discovery of the anomalous entities within the SCP-4386-01 simulation (known in-simulation as "bees"), they have been classified as a virtual anomaly hereon referred to as VSCP-01. Instance of VSCP-01, known in-simulation as a "bee". A Cyber Task Force (CyTF) has been assigned to police the simulation via a Neural VR6 mechanism designed to act as a weak interface with the SCP-4386-01 simulation. The assigned CyTF is currently tasked with manually culling the numbers of VSCP-01 over time, due to technical issues arising from the former plan to outright remove all files pertaining to VSCP-01 (see Addendum/4386 - Bug Report #8156). The CyTF has been ordered to act with the goal of eliminating all VSCP-01 instances at a rate that will not arouse too much suspicion in SCP-4386-02 through 05. Upon the eradication of the species, files related to VSCP-01 will be given the right to permanent deletion. Should additional non-deletable VSCP entities manifest, the CyTF will remain on standby until assigned removal duties accordingly. Footnotes 1. See standard issue The Advanced Cover Story Guidebook by T.M. Williams for further information. 2. VSCP-01 is not considered an anomalous entity in-simulation. 3. Prior to this event, the now deceased fifth subject was designated SCP-4386-06 and the current SCP-4386-06 was designated SCP-4386-07. Following the event, the former SCP-4386-06 was reclassified as SCP-4386-06-EX 4. Assumed to be "bees" and not "B's", based on various writings referencing the term found in the simulation. 5. The Entity Evolution Simulation is an SCP-4386-01 module designed to represent historical and future evolution of all species present within the simulation, including evolutionary patterns predicted from interspecies interactions. 6. Carmack, John D., 2018. Breakthroughs in Human Neuron Mapping and their Applications to Modern Virtual Reality. CONFISCATED BY SCP FOUNDATION DUE TO ANOMALOUS CONTENT |
SCP-4387 | safe | Item #: SCP-4387 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4387 is to be kept in secure storage locker 56 at Site-73. All testing must be authorized beforehand by a Foundation operative with a level 3 or higher security clearance. Testing time and human resources used are not to exceed beyond the authorized parameters set by the experiment's procedures and goals. Any deviation from these pre-established parameters are to be reported to the Head Researcher of the project. In the case that these deviations are attributed to the Head Researcher, they are to be reported to the Ethics Committee. Description: SCP-4387 is a black necklace with a small wooden crucifix attached in the middle. Testing has revealed the materials of such to be non-anomalous. It was recovered during a Foundation raid of an auction run by the GoI "Marshall, Carter & Dark" in the city of ███████, Germany. Following research and testing, the object was associated with documents previously recovered near the city in 1989.1 When placed around the neck of a baseline human, the necklace will automatically tighten around it. After this, the flesh surrounded by the necklace will be severed by an unknown force at speeds hypothesized to surpass that of sound. Immediately afterwards, a small portal is placed on either side of the cut, so as to cover the entirety of the wound. It can be concluded with certainty that these portals are linked to one another due to the fact that the wearer never once loses consciousness during this decapitation process. The portals act as a "bridge" so that blood, food, and even nervous electrical signals can travel between the head and the rest of the body. That way, the two may be physically separate, but all the while mantain normal bodily functions. It is to be noted, though, that the wearer will almost always express great amounts of physical and emotional distress because of this, with the pain reportedly becoming more intense as the head is moved further away from the body, presumably due to the link between the portals becoming weaker. The necklace cannot be removed by the wearer, tightening when an attempt is made. However, when another individual does this, SCP-4387 will come off easily, but will cause immediate death, as it is impossible through non-anomalous means to make sure all blood vessels, nerves, and other connections between the head and body are perfectly aligned. This results in them becoming fused in a way that impedes communication and exchange between the two. The only exception to this is when the object is removed by the same individual who originally placed it, allowing the reconnection to happen successfully and for the wearer to be able to survive. SCP-4387 will also occasionally manifest a secondary effect: when it is placed around the neck of a victim, the individual or individuals who performed, supervised, and/or authorized the action will experience a slight memetic alteration of certain thought processes. Subjects exposed to this effect have been observed to display a diminished sense of empathy and a lowered emotional response to the pain of others, as well as stating an increased sense of justification for their actions regarding the anomaly, with the phrase "science first" often being repeated. The effect, however, fades within 36 hours of the affected individual's last visual exposure to SCP-4387 and the person wearing it. The following files are a series of reconstructed documents regarding SCP-4387 written by the now-defunct GoI Division XXV, which operated in East Germany up until its dissolution in 1989. + Addendum 4387.1 - Hide Documentation Berlin, the 19. 03. 1966 Ministry for State Security Division XXV Request for resolution of interrogation In the face of the recently captured American spy's continued refusal to speak despite the application of numerous conventional interrogation methods, the main branch of the Ministry for State Security has authorized the use of supernatural phenomena in the extraction of key information. As such, the task of developing an alternative method of interrogation will be assigned to Magister Krone. It is to be noted, however, that one of the principal reasons the task was passed onto the Division's hands was to find a way of retrieving the necessary data without causing even more physical damage that could result in the premature death of the subject and the loss of the information. Because of this, great caution and resourcefulness are expected. Signed: Officer Konstantin Mader Berlin, the 20. 03. 1966 Ministry for State Security Division XXV Project proposal 039/26 After considering all the aspects of this most recent order, I have come to the conclusion that the most effective course of action would be to develop a new kind of interrogation tool using supernatural means. Using some of the technology recently taken from one of the benign anomalous groups infiltrated by our field operatives, such a tool can be crafted with the help of the abilities I have aquired since leaving the Mages Academy. As the process would necessitate the use of a personal item belonging to the victim, a religious necklace worn by the western mole has been chosen as the vessel for this apparatus. It will cause no immediate harm to the subject, but it is intended that the psychological impact will be quite significant. As always, I thank Officer Konstantin Mader for the opportunity to further research and experiment with the real-life applications of supernatural phenomena in the benefit of the integrity of the great German Democratic Republic. Signed: Magister Krone Berlin, the 21. 03. 1966 Ministry for State Security Division XXV Approval of Project Ichabod The proposal of Project Ichabod is hereby approved. Further testing beyond the interrogation of the current western prisoner is allowed, but may be revoked if deemed necessary. Signed: Officer Konstantin Mader Berlin, the 25. 04. 1966 Ministry for State Security Division XXV Project Ichabod construction phase finalization After a relatively simple process, I was able to successfully incorporate the new technology to the personal object. In light of positive testing results utilizing animals, the object will be used tomorrow for the interrogation of the capitalist spy. Simultaneously, the process will be observed as the first round of experimentation on the effects of this technology on humans and its possible applications. Signed: Magister Krone Berlin, the 26. 04. 1966 Ministry for State Security Division XXV Research Report regarding Project Ichabod Testing began with the entrance of the research staff and the awakening of the test subject. Although severely wounded and feeble, he adopted his usual mocking and uncooperative behavior, which worsened when he saw the necklace that used to belong to him. However, this attitude only lasted up until the point the object was fastened onto his neck and activated. The restrained subject had been standing, and his head had to be held so as to not let it fall to the floor. After 5 minutes, the subject`s cries of fear and pain eventually subsided long enough so that the parameters of the interrogation could be explained. It was made clear that the process would not be reverted until the necessary information was given. Otherwise, the only way to survive would be to hold the head in place, as the device only has an effective range of 50 cm, and the appendage could easily slide off and fall to the ground. When questioned if he would be compliant, the subject still resisted, and was subsequently left alone in his cell, maintaining a tight grip on his head with both arms. First test on a human has therefore been considered a technical success, although the desired outcome may require some time and further testing. Signed: Magister Krone Berlin, the 28. 04. 1966 Ministry for State Security Division XXV Research Report regarding Project Ichabod Today, the subject was fed his first meal, providing the opportunity to verify whether substances foreign to the body can still pass through uninhibited. Fortunately, the connection still holds and proper nutrition can be maintained. This also opens up the possibility of applying this technology to objects not restrained by the biological. Afterwards the subject was again asked if he would cooperate. The spy only complained about not being able to sleep for fear of dropping his head, appearing highly stressed. Even when offered the reversal of the process in exchange for the classified information he held, the subject still refused. Because of this, a more hands-on approach will be tried along with the periods of isolation. Test ended. Signed: Magister Krone Berlin, the 30. 04. 1966 Ministry for State Security Divison XXV Research Report regarding Project Ichabod The subject appeared more agitated than during the last test. He expressed a panicked relief at seeing the research team. Apparently, he was terrorized at the fact that his arms were growing too weak to properly support his head. In order to ease the subject's nerves for the interrogation, his restraints were changed so as to allow him to sit down, and a guard held his head in place. After he was given a few seconds to rest, the spy was told that this kind of treatment would continue if he cooperated. After some silence, he only laughed weakly and insulted the socialist populace of our great republic. Because of that, proper interrogation began. The capitalist's head was lifted up slightly, to his horror. Panicked, the spy yelled out information about his mission in Berlin, and as a reward, was set down again. But when further questioned, he seemed regretful and refused to even speak. Subject was returned to previous standing position. Test ended. Signed: Magister Krone Berlin, the 02. 05. 1966 Ministry for State Security Division XXV Research Report regarding Project Ichabod The most successful test so far. Although the capitalist spy was severely debilitated physically and mentally from stress, exhaustion, and lack of sleep, he remained uncooperative. When the previous method of torture was attempted, the subject showed an abnormal level of serenity. He declared mockingly that he had lifted his head multiple times while in isolation, and had gotten accustomed to the increased pain and disorientation. Because of this, the other planned method was applied. A guard was ordered to lift up the head and introduce a finger down the portal that was attached to the body. As was hypothesized, this caused the finger to appear going up the portion of the esophagus contained in the head and neck, and vice-versa. With this confirmed, an elongated stick was introduced up into the head, so as to travel down the esophagus, into the stomach. The subject complained of nausea and a sharp pain. The stick and head were leaned against the wall, the other end being supported by the inner surface of the stomach. After a few minutes in this state, the subject finally begged for it to stop, giving further information on the nature of his mission. Test ended. Signed: Magister Krone Berlin, the 06. 05. 1966 Ministry for State Security Division XXV Research Report regarding Project Ichabod The test began in a similar fashion to the previous. Once again, the subject failed to comply, as suspected. Because of this, a new interrogation strategy was used. One of the present guards brought in the box of live cockroaches that had been previously collected. In order to test how other living organisms could interact with the technology, the subject's head was lifted and one of the insects was dropped onto the portal on the neck. The specimen fell into the esophagus, appeared in the back of the mouth, then was again transported down this digestive pipe, to the great disgust and horror of the spy, who vomited. In such a manner, the interrogation carried on as more cockroaches were introduced. Some were observed to fall down the trachea and be coughed up, while others became temporarily stuck in the vocal chords and epiglottis. Those who didn't immediately fall into the digestive or respiratory openings were observed crawling inside and around the flesh of the neck, often being visible through the skin. The experiment had to be stopped as the presence of the insects on important arteries and nerves threatened the life of the subject. Test was an absolute success. A full confession was obtained, detailing a wide range of undercover American and British activities in our country. Not only that, the subject revealed the locations of what are believed all of the currently active bases of operation for Western spies, even when it was not yet specifically requested. The subject only pleaded for the object to be removed from his person. A full transcript of the confession is attached in this document. As all the necessary information has been obtained, future experiments will focus on further testing the properties of my creation. The subject has been promised that the process affecting him will be reverted thanks to his cooperation. It is my belief, however, that the object can still provide other ways to benefit the work of this distinguished division of the Ministry for State Security. Keeping science first is what shall see our great socialist republic prosper ever faster! All possibilities must be explored. Signed: Magister Krone The 35 research reports that followed have been archived in a separate document so as to mantain brevity. Berlin, the 15. 05. 1966 Ministry for State Security Division XXV Finalization of Project Ichabod Because of having accomplished its pre-established goals, the continuation of Project Ichabod has hereby been deemed unnecessary and a waste of resources. Magister Krone is to be given a two-week vacation and may not be allowed to come into contact with the object produced during the project under any circumstances. This object is to be removed and stored, and the captured spy disposed of. Signed: Officer Konstantin Mader Berlin, the 16. 05. 1966 Ministry for State Security Division XXV Project Ichabod final report The product from the project has been removed from the subject, who expressed great relief. However, when it was removed, the head appeared to reconnect in the wrong position, and the spy began to bleed profusely as his neck collapsed. The premature death of the subject facilitated his planned disposal. The object has been placed into storage next to Officer Konstantin Mader's office.2 Footnotes 1. (See Addendum 4387.1) 2. (Through testing, it has also been concluded that SCP-4387 has an effective range of various kilometers. It is unknown whether the creator of the anomaly was aware of this fact when realizing his experiments. However, it is hypothesized that saying the device had an effective range of 50 cm could have been used as a scare tactic.) ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4387" by Idrimi, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4387. 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-4388 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4388 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4388 is to be kept in a sealed cryogenic vault at Site-11. The containment unit must be shielded from the full spectrum of electromagnetic signals. The vault must be outfitted with shock-dampeners to alleviate seismic tremors (refer to Addendum-002 for details). Monitoring equipment inside the containment chamber is not permitted; powerful signal emissions must be avoided near SCP-4388. Description: SCP-4388 is a set of two multi-socket power strips, individually referred to as SCP-4388-1 and SCP-4388-2. The two objects are identical in design, both containing six inline Type-B sockets and an integrated circuit breaker. SCP-4388 manifests the ability to double the power output of any energy source its cord is subjected to. The six (6) sockets are capable of independently producing the same level of power, regardless of current load. As such, SCP-4388 is capable of producing, in total, twelve (12) times the power of any given input. SCP-4388 presents no apparent resistance; acting as a perfect conductor, there is no power loss while energy is traversing SCP-4388. Likewise, there is no apparent limit to SCP-4388's ampacity, it will match the amperage of any source connected to it, without loss or damage to itself. Energy created by SCP-4388 will always be in the form of electricity. Experiments have shown that the object is capable of transforming the entirety of the electromagnetic spectrum. The input connector does not need to be plugged into an object for this effect to occur. For instance, light shone onto SCP-4388's exposed chord pins will produce electrical power proportional to the light-wave's photonic energy. Additional testing has demonstrated that SCP-4388 is sensitive even to kinetic energy, a physical impact generates equivalent joules in electricity. It is unknown to what extent SCP-4388 reacts to anomalous energy sources as experimentation of this nature is strictly prohibited (refer to Addendum-002). If SCP-4388's sockets are unconnected, the power they generate is transferred to the surrounding atmosphere. In the absence of atmosphere, SCP-4388 will heat up and will begin emitting black-body radiation. Even under proper containment, it is not possible to fully mitigate interaction from the following natural sources of energy, all of which have been observed to generate small amounts of additional power: The Earth's magnetic field Cosmic rays reaching the Earth's surface Universal background radiation Random quantum fluctuations SCP-4388 is nearly impervious to electrical damage and heat. The threshold to damage it with electricity appears to be [DATA EXPUNGED] (refer to Experiment- [1/6/1959]). Wear visible on SCP-4388's plastic casing demonstrates that it is capable of sustaining damage from friction and blunt force. No loss of capabilities resulting from this deterioration has been noted by Site-11 since the object's retrieval. Electrical power generation procedure: SCP-4388's anomalous properties can be put to use by providing electricity to Site-11, allowing it to remain self-sustaining1. Within its containment vault, SCP-4388 is to be connected to superconducting cables leading to high-capacity electrical couplings outside the vault. When in service, the input cables (coupled to SCP-4388's cord) are to be connected to Site-11's power generators. The output cables (coupled to SCP-4388's sockets) are to be connected to Site-11 electrical grid's capacitors. A computer-monitored circuit breaker must be on available to ground the grid if it detects a spike in power exceeding Site-11's specifications. An analog severing mechanism must be ready to cut off the vault in case of emergencies. Remote signals do not function near SCP-4388 while it is under heavy load and, as such, the mechanism must be activated manually. Emergency procedure: Under no circumstances should SCP-4388 form a closed circuit. Should this happen, evacuation of Site-11 is initiated immediately. Technical personnel in charge of the containment unit are instructed to remain on-site to ensure SCP-4388's decoupling. Failure to detach the vault within one (1) minute will lead to ignition of aerosolized Chlorine-Trifluoride on the level housing SCP-4388, disabling any circuitry contained therein. EXPERIMENT LOGS: +Experiment-[7/5/1959] -Experiment-[7/5/1959] Researcher: Dr.██████ Subject: D-85322 Procedure: SCP-4388-1, SCP-4388-2, and D-85322 are located in a monitored blast shelter. The shelter is isolated from any power grid and is serviced by a gas-powered generator. D-85322 is instructed to plug SCP-4388-2's cord into SCP-4388-1's first socket and to plug SCP-4388-1 into a 120-Volt power outlet capable of outputting a maximum of 2400 Watts. Results: Power generated by SCP-4388-1's five unconnected sockets approaches 11 250 Watts. Power generated by SCP-4388-2 approaches 54 000 Watts. Room temperature rapidly increases to 70°c and the shelter's ventilation system activates. Test is terminated remotely by shutting down the generator. D-85322 suffers mild hyperthermia but recovers normally. Researcher's note: The potential benefits of SCP-4388 for the Foundation are obvious. I will recommend exploratory tests to confirm if they can be of use. +Experiment-[1/6/1959] -Experiment-[1/6/1959] Researcher: Dr.██████ Subject: D-85322 Procedure: SCP-4388-1 and D-85322 are located in an advanced monitoring bunker located outside of Research Site-███. The bunker is isolated from any power grid. D-85322 is outfitted with a Faraday suit and insulated equipment. D-85322 is instructed to plug SCP-4388-1's cord into its own first socket and to unplug it when prompted. A squad from MTF Epsilon-9 is on standby outside of bunker in case of emergency. <COMMENCE ANNOTATED VIDEO TRANSCRIPT> 00:00:00 - Spark visibly jumps from the cord to the socket before circuit is completed. 00:00:05 - Power monitored out of SCP-4388-1 approaches 180 watts. 00:00:15 - Power: 184 kw. Electrical arcing visible within the sockets. 00:00:20 - Power: 6000 kw. Electrical arc jumps from SCP-4388-1 to D-85322's suit. Subject appears frightened and retreats to a corner. 00:00:22 - Cameras inside the bunker begin to show static interference. 00:00:31 - Regular electrical arcing stems from SCP-4388-1 to metallic objects in range. 00:00:43 - D-85322 attempts to terminate testing unprompted. Upon contact with SCP-4388-1, D-85322 undergoes sublimation. 00:00:53 - Steel and concrete inside the bunker begin to melt. Cameras within are destroyed. 00:01:12 - Dr.██████ notifies MTF Epsilon-9 to enact emergency shutdown procedures. 00:01:28 - MTF Epsilon-9 declares situation out of control. Squad retreats to a safe distance. 00:01:57 - Exterior of bunker shows signs of disintegration. Heat radiating from bunker reaches lethal levels within 20m. Electric arcing is observed on metallic material left outside bunker. 00:02:12 - MTF Epsilon-9 attempts to fire portable rocket launcher at bunker. [DATA EXPUNGED]. Attempt unsuccessful. 00:02:43 - Bunker outshines the sun. Direct exposure within 350m causes blindness and skin lesions. Matter in 10m radius loses cohesion. 00:02:44 - Energy levels stop increasing. <END ANNOTATED VIDEO TRANSCRIPT> Results: Surroundings of testing site return to normal temperature over a period of four (4) days. SCP-4388-1 is found in resulting crater. Surface area of crater has turned to glass. Power reached [DATA EXPUNGED] before energy levels stopped increasing. SCP-4388-1 was disconnected by falling into melting debris. Its first socket shows severe damage, rending it unusable. SCP-4388-1 sustained no additional damage. Dr.██████ has been demoted to C-Class due to gross negligence. Dr.██████'s request to remain on the SCP-4388 research team's technical staff has been approved. Researcher's note: Had SCP-4388 not been disconnected by what seems like pure chance, there is no telling the destruction it would have caused. Special precautions must be put in place to prevent SCP-4388 from forming a closed circuit. +Experiment-[4/1/1960] -Experiment-[4/1/1960] Subject: C-Class Technician 11325 (CT-11325) Researcher: Dr. Wu Procedure: Disassembly of SCP-4388-2 with the goal of understanding its inner workings. SCP-4388-2 and CT-11325 are located in an advanced monitoring bunker located below Research Site-███. CT-11325 proceeds with disassembly using standard electrician tool-kit. After disassembly and inspection of SCP-4388-2's components, CT-11325 proceeds with reassembly. Results: Inner components of SCP-4388-2 do not show any anomalous properties. Attempts at recreating previous test results were unsuccessful while SCP-4388-2's circuitry is exposed. Additional testing shows the circuit material to have physical properties in line with mundane copper. Plastic casing material also falls within normal parameters. Grounding circuits have been bypassed by modifications to the circuitry, in violation of NFPA 1 Standard 11.1.4. Circuit breaker mechanism is soldered shut, rendering it non-functional. Piece of masking tape found inside plastic casing. "Câlisse!", written in blue crayon, as well as an arrow pointing to the circuit breaker appear on the piece of tape. After reassembly, the anomalous properties previously demonstrated by SCP-4388-2 appear to have dissipated. SCP-4388-2 now functions like a mundane power strip. A succession of assembly / reassembly by CT-11325 has not recovered its properties. Analysis: Despite the mundane nature of SCP-4388-2's components, the modifications made to SCP-4388 prior to its retrieval by the Foundation reveal an interesting possibility. My hypothesis is that SCP-4388 was purposefully altered by an individual. It is unclear if the modifications were an attempt to "fix" SCP-4388's anomalous properties or if they caused them to manifest in the first place, in which case this individual must be secured by the Foundation. Why disassembly by Mr. ██████ has neutralized SCP-4388-2 is unknown. Addendum-001: Further investigations have revealed that the fingerprints recovered on the tape belong to a certain Mr. ████████. Information recovered regarding this individual revealed he is currently employed as an electrician in Rivière-aux-Outardes, Canada. He has since been recovered and will be interrogated shortly. Addendum 002: + LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE REQUIRED - Clearance Granted On 28/10/1961, SCP-4388-1 was transferred to the Sukhoy Nos research site in order to support its operations with SCP-████. Usage of SCP-4388-1 was deemed critical as no major power generation solutions could be deployed urgently on Sukhoy Nos. Due to the nature of SCP-████, seismic tremors occurred with regularity on the island. Shortly after its arrival, an earthquake rated 6.2 hit the area. The seismic shock triggered an energy release of unprecedented scale by SCP-4388-1. The event affected a radius of 8,7 km, centered on the object. As the kinetic energy absorbed by SCP-4388-1 during the earthquake was minimal, it is unclear why such a disproportionate release occurred. Class-A amnestics were administered to all surviving witnesses, mostly local indigenous populations outside of the blast zone. A coordinated media release was orchestrated, stating that the detonation was caused by an experimental Soviet nuclear weapon. Radioactive material released on the island served to give credence to this version of events. Transfer of SCP-4388 will no longer be allowed outside of Site-11. Footnotes 1. SCP-4388-2 has been neutralized by Experiment-[4/1/1960], it can no longer be of use. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4388" by Palamag, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4388. 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-4389 | euclid | SCP-4389 eggs Item #: SCP-4389 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation agents are to monitor for SCP-4389 presence through fronts such as salons and cosmetics stores. Insecticide 4389-X has been developed and introduced into the formulas of shampoos, cosmetics, and skincare products to curb SCP-4389's spread in affected areas. Foundation agents posing as dermatologists are to explain the resulting dead SCP-4389 instances as a new type of skin disease, and remove them accordingly. Description: SCP-4389 are a species of parasitic moth. SCP-4389's eggs are only 200 µm in diameter, and are carried by the air until landing on a human's face. Upon contact with human skin oils, SCP-4389 caterpillars will hatch, migrate towards the person's eyebrows, and burrow into hair follicles1. While the person sleeps, the caterpillars consume hair and each other, rapidly growing in size and sprouting hairs that match the host's color. The last two caterpillars remaining entrench themselves into the skin and brow ridge, occupying the same location as the former eyebrows. Due to their composition and body structure mimicking the texture of human faces, SCP-4389 infestations are rarely noticed, with hosts often dismissing their movement as random twitches or spasms. SCP-4389 feed mainly on skin oils, dead cells, skin mites, and skincare products, and do not grow appreciably over the majority of their 3-5 month larval phase. Unlike other lepidopterans, SCP-4389 produces eggs consistently throughout its larval phase; these are usually assumed by the host to be dandruff. Threading and other cosmetic processes excite the caterpillars, leading to more eggs. It is estimated that a single SCP-4389 can produce over 500,000 eggs in its lifetime. However, only a few will survive to hatching, as the eggs are short-lived if they do not reach a suitable location on a human body. Upon the conclusion of their larval stage, SCP-4389 form cocoons made of hair, and often induce severe headaches, migraines, or even unconsciousness in hosts. After about 24 hours, the cocoons burst open, releasing swarms of 80-120 moths resembling the Isabella tiger moth (Pyrrharctia isabella) in size and shape, each one composed of extremely long, animated hairs. SCP-4389 were discovered during a raid on a warehouse owned by one Marisol Palacios, who had been harvesting SCP-4389 moths from several dozen hosts and used the hair in the creation of high-quality wigs and hair extensions (formerly SCP-6263). The Foundation had intervened once the wigs exhibited their anomalous capacity to embed into wearers' skulls after a dormant period and cocoon the entire body, transforming the wearers into larger moths. Palacios has not been found. Footnotes 1. While rare, instances have been known to colonize the nostrils and ears, with a much lower survival rate. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4389" by Weryllium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4389. 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: motheyes.jpg Name: File:Pollen grains of Taraxacum.jpg Author: Captainpixel License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4390 | euclid | SCP-4390 - A Bad Maze ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 2/4390 Classified Unauthorized access is forbidden. 4390 Item#: 4390 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Entrance of SCP-4390. Special Containment Procedures: Access to the location containing the entrance to SCP-4390 is to be guarded at all times. Individuals attempting to access the area are to be arrested by Foundation agents embedded in local authorities and remanded to the local law enforcement system. Access to SCP-4390 is restricted to exploration teams with permission from the Site-94 research authority. These exploration attempts are to be handled in conjunction with representatives from the "Dr. Wondertainment" Group of Interest. Description: SCP-4390 is an extra-spatial area located beneath the Giordano's Italian Eatery on the west side of Atlanta, Georgia, USA. The singular access point to SCP-4390 is located in the restaurant's basement, currently disguised as a non-functional walk-in refrigerator. The space beyond the entrance to SCP-4390 is a massive, cavernous area containing a large, constantly shifting labyrinth built out of stone. The walls of the labyrinth appear to extend up at least 20 meters, but attempting to scale the walls or ascending vertically will result in the subject beginning to shrink exponentially until they are too small to ascend any higher. Descending will reverse this effect. The entirety of SCP-4390 is overrun with thick vegetation, little of which appears to bear any resemblance to anything found on Earth. Additionally, several species of small reptilians and flying creatures, as well as larger, seemingly mammalian entities live in and around the labyrinth, though these creatures also do not resemble anything found on Earth. The majority of these creatures are not outwardly hostile, though several species have been shown to have territorial behaviours that can display as hostility towards intruders. Interior of SCP-4390. SCP-4390 appears to have been designed as a massive game - the labyrinth contains several intelligent entities alongside the plants and animals, many of whom appear to exist within the structure to create unique challenges for travelers. Contact with these entities is typically uneventful, but occasionally these entities will offer travelers an opportunity for a wager; individuals are capable of wagering anything that could be considered "theirs1" in exchange for some anomalous object or characteristic of equal value offered by the intelligent entity in question. While possessions that are lost or gained in these transactions persist outside of SCP-4390, characteristics or bodily functions that are lost or gained within SCP-4390 are restored once the individual leaves through the access point. Individuals who die within SCP-4390 are turned into spectral apparitions that can follow the other individuals of their party2. These phantoms can interact with some aspects of SCP-4390 and can pass through walls, but cannot themselves be used to solve puzzles or answer riddles3. Once the phantom's "party" reaches the end of the labyrinth or are killed, all members of the party will reappear at the beginning of the labyrinth with phantoms restored to their physical forms. However, if the party does not "clear" the labyrinth and all individuals perish, upon materializing at the labyrinth's entrance they will be without any of their personal possessions, including their clothes. SCP-4390's existence was made known to the Foundation after the staff at Site-94 were contacted by an agent representing the "Dr. Wondertainment" Group of Interest. A full transcript of the initial interview with this individual is available in Addendum 4390.1. Addendum 4390.1: Interview with GOI Agent Internal Audio Recording Transcript In Attendance: Foundation Site-94 Asst. Director Robert Duncan Foundation Site-94 Security Director Al Morris Dr. Wondertainment Marketing Director Sebastian J. Fitchingsley [BEGIN LOG] Asst. Dir. Duncan: Green light is on, let's get started. Fitchingsley: I'll be quick, we- Dir. Morris: Sorry, hang on. We need to uh, say our names first. For the record. Fitchingsley: Oh, my bad. Asst. Dir. Duncan: No, no, it's fine. Just these protocols, you know. I'm Robert Duncan. Dir. Morris: Middle name too, sir. Sorry. Asst. Dir. Duncan: Seriously? Christ, alright, let's try it again. I'm Robert Cartwright Duncan. (Pauses) Assistant Director of Research, Site-94. Dir. Morris: I'm Alfred Alan Morris, Security Director at Site-94. Fitchingsley: Me next? Dir. Morris: Yeah. Fitchingsley: Alright. My name is Sebastian Juneaux Malthuzan Hermano y Konquistadito Vanabulous Extraordinariorion Frank Fitchingsley. (Pauses) I'm the Dr. Wondertainment marketing director. You can just uh, you can just write down the Fitchingsley part, I think. Asst. Dir. Duncan: Got it, alright. So let's actually get into this thing now. You said something about some sort of deal, or what? Fitchingsley: Alright, let me just lay it out here for you. My boss, Dr. Wondertainment, is just the most recent in a long line of Wondertainments stretching back as far as history permits. In that history we've been fortunate to maintain a pretty linear progression of authority - one Dr. Wondertainment hands the mantle off to their successor, and they become Dr. Wondertainment, and so on. Granted, there have been a handful of breaks in there, but nothing wild. Asst. Dir. Duncan: That's neat, but that just sounds like exposition. Fitchingsley: Get used to that. The real problem is that there have been a fair number of bastard Wondertainments - people who either were promised the position of Dr. Wondertainment and had it pulled out from underneath them due to some shame or another, or the children of a Dr. Wondertainment with some mysterious passenger. That sort of thing. What you may not know is that recently, the last Dr. Wondertainment, Isabel disappeared under mysterious circumstances. In her place, a previous Wondertainment, Bertrand, has taken over the daily operations of the company. This has caused a bit of a stir, because the line up until this point has been pretty straight - a few crooks here and there, but it has never gone backwards. This is problematic. Asst. Dir. Duncan: Uh huh. Fitchingsley: I know! Wild times. But what I'm getting at is it was assumed that the Wondertainment who would succeed Isabel was her distant cousin, Yancy diPettito-Cortez Wondertainment. Due to the circumstances of Isabel's disappearance, the board determined that Bertrand would sit in her place until she could be located and returned to her position as rightful head of the company. Dir. Morris: Oh, ok, I can see where this is going. Fitchingsley: Yes dear boy, you certainly can. Ole Yancy took this as a grave slight, no doubt having thought that he could stroll in and take the name of Dr. Wondertainment and carry on as normal without a thought in the world for Isabel. He is offended that the board would prioritize Isabel's recovery over his own schemes, and has splintered away from the main brand and formed a… (gags) knock-off. He's out there, right now, calling himself Professor Amazementopia, causing all sorts of ruckus. Asst. Dir. Duncan: This is a compelling story, I'll admit, but it doesn't answer the question of why you showed up in my shower this morning asking to meet about some life-or-death scenario we've found ourselves in. Fitchingsley: Right right - sorry about the shower again, I really was planning for the foyer but the math has been a bit off ever since Isabel disappeared. You're both familiar with our very popular and well loved board game The Foundation, right? I believe you have a copy in your possession. Well, Yancy has decided to shack up under a pizza place near here to work on a competing game. He's calling it "The Maze 2: The Game" and is filling it up with all sorts of strange and unusual stuff he found on safari somewhere. It's a real nasty scene. Asst. Dir. Duncan: "The Maze 2"? What happened to "The Maze?" Fitchingsley: There was no "The Maze". Just "The Maze 2". This is the sort of shit I'm talking about. Asst. Dir. Duncan: You say it's a game? Like a board game? Fitchingsley: Well… no, not really a board game. Honestly, it's not really a game at all, it's just a big maze. Here's something you need to know about Yancy - one of the reasons Isabel was selected to run the company at such a young age was that the hope was she would outlive Yancy and the title of Dr. Wondertainment would pass to someone with more… basic mental and emotional functionality. Yancy is an absolute headcase and a shit toy maker. He doesn't really get the whole "toy making" thing - he's more like a kid who builds a big thing out of Lego or whatever and then doesn't want anyone else to play with it. He's kind of a dick, and you can see how that business model wouldn't be conducive to growth and development. Dir. Morris: Yes. Fitchingsley: So that's the deal. I'll tell you where the entrance to Yancy's dumb game is, and you and your jackboots can roll down to Fulton Industrial and bust the door in and gather up whatever snacks and surprises he's managed to stuff into that place. This I'll do, in exchange for one small favor. Asst. Dir. Duncan: Oh god here we go. Fitchingsley: No no, seriously, this isn't a bad one. When Yancy left HQ he took a bunch of stuff with him - personal belongings, some cars, a hot air balloon and some prized stuffed turkeys. That sort of thing. Then he also decided to nab a filing cabinet full of financial records because he thought it would be some wild blow to the organization. What he didn't consider was that it's 2019, and all of our records are backed up to the cloud. However, in the wake of this treachery we realized he also stole something much, much worse - our filing folder of incriminating and embarrassing pictures of our board members, myself included. Asst. Dir. Duncan: …what? Why would you keep a file folder full of naughty pictures of yourselves? Fitchingsley: Insurance! It's one thing to threaten a man with a lawsuit, and another to threaten him with exposing his dingle dangle. Keeps everybody happy and in line, with a slight undercurrent of fear. It's the Wondertainment way. Asst. Dir. Duncan: So where is this file folder now? Fitchingsley: In the filing cabinet. Yancy doesn't even realize he's got it, that absolute trout, but when he realized the financial records were of no use to him he tossed the cabinet into the middle of his very stupid and bad maze game. All we need is that file folder - you can keep literally anything else you find in there. Asst. Dir. Duncan: Hang on, why do we need to be involved in this? Aren't you capable of sending a team of your own guys in there? Fitchingsley: (Sighs) Look, think about this for literally any seconds. If we send a squad in there to tear up this absolute pillock's dumb maze thing, he would realize that there's actually something valuable in that filing cabinet, right? So then he goes and flips past "financial records" into "fine pictures of dicks and butts and stuff", and that's the ballgame. He has all the cards, he just doesn't know it - we want you to be our bluff. Asst. Dir. Duncan: This seems like a lot of trouble. Fitchingsley: Yeah, I mean, it probably will be. It's a really, really bad game. But I know how much of a hard-on you sickos have for putting weird shit in boxes, and there's a whole cornucopia of weird shit underneath a dirty-ass pizza joint like, 10 miles from here. Are you in, or are you not in? Asst. Dir. Duncan: I dunno… what do you think? Dir. Morris: I mean, I don't care. It's up to you - we'll do it if you want us to. Asst. Dir. Duncan: Hmmmmm… alright. You've convinced me. We're in. Fitchingsley: Excellent, glad to hear it. Say, out of random curiosity are your guys all up-to-date with their vaccinations? The basic stuff; tetanus, measles, ebola. Dir. Morris: What? [END LOG] Addendum 4390.2: Exploration of SCP-4390 Attempt #1 Initial exploration of SCP-4390 was conducted by Mobile Task Force Atlanta-2 "Fucking Traffic". Mission objective was to survey the danger within SCP-4390, and reach the center of the labyrinth if possible. Exploration Log Transcript Members Involved: MTF ATL-2 Franko [LEAD] MTF ATL-2 Vice MTF ATL-2 Liter Franko: Alright, mics hot. Let's go into this refrigerator. The team passes through the threshold of SCP-4390. They emerge on the other side in the entrance courtyard of the labyrinth. Liter: You might not believe this, boss, but I don't think this is a refrigerator at all. Franko: Stow it, Kowalski. We've got important business to do here. The team approaches an archway over the main entrance. Carved into it are large block letters reading "PROFESSOR AMAZEMENTOPIA'S THE MAZE 2: THE GAME", seemingly in "Impact" font. Below this are the words "IN NO WAY AFFILIATED WITH ANY LOW-CLASS 'DR. WONDERTAINMENT' PRODUCTS - ONLY HIGH QUALITY ENTERTAINMENT HERE". Vice: Wow, this guy is for real, huh? Suddenly, a face appears on the arch next to the team. Liter: Whoa holy shit! The Face: HELLO TRAVELERS, AND WELCOME TO PROFESSOR AMAZEMENTOPIA'S MAZE 2: THE GAME, A CARNIVAL OF WONDERS FOR ALL AGES! Vice: Hey calm down there brother, there's no need to shout. we're right here. The Face. The Face: APOLOGIES, FRIENDS! THE CURSE THAT BINDS ME HERE DEMANDS THAT I ELEVATE MY VOICE TO UNNECESSARY LEVELS IN ORDER TO MAINTAIN A SENSE OF INCREASED EXCITEMENT IN ALL PARTICIPANTS! Franko: So how does this work? We just go into the maze and… what? What do we get when we get to the middle? The Face: WHEN? (Laughs hysterically) YOU GIVE YOURSELF TOO MUCH CREDIT! NOBODY YET HAS SOLVED PROFESSOR AMAZEMENTOPIA'S INCREDIBLE PUZZLE! NOT EVEN PROFESSOR AMAZEMENTOPIA! BUT FOR THOSE WHO SHOULD PERSEVERE, UNTOLD RICHES AND BOUNTIES AWAIT! Franko: …and all we have to do is get to the middle? The Face: YES. IT'S A MAZE, THAT'S WHAT YOU DO WITH MAZES. Franko: Do we get any hints? The Face: WHA- WHAT? NO. IT'S A MAZE, THERE ARE NO HINTS. Franko: What happens if we get lost? Or we can't get to the center? Are there any exits? The Face: THE ONLY EXIT IS BY TAKING OR LOSING YOUR LIFE. Liter: (Aside) Sort of a shitty maze. The Face: HEY. I HEARD THAT. YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THE MAZE. NOBODY IS FORCING YOU. AND YES, IF YOU WANT TO ESCAPE THE MAZE THE ONLY WAY OUT IS DEATH. IF YOU DIE, YOU WILL BECOME A PHANTOM, FOREVER HAUNTING FUTURE TRAVELERS OF THE MAZE. UNTIL YOU ALL DIE, OF COURSE, IN WHICH CASE YOU WILL BE RETURNED TO THE FRONT OF THE MAZE. Franko: Alright, well, I guess we'll do the maze. Let's go, boys. The Face: WAIT. I HAVE TO SING THE MAZE SONG BEFORE YOU CAN GO IN. Vice: Oh no that's not- The Face: WELCOME TO THE GAME / THE MAZE 2 / IT'S A THRILLING MAZE / FOR YOU / IF YOU WANT TO BE / RICH AND STRONG / ENTER MY MAZE / YOU CAN'T GO WRONG / SING THE MAZE SONG / IT'S A GREAT SONG / IT'S A MAZE SONG / FOR ME AND YOU Liter: It was worse than I thought it would be. The Face: WOW, OK, VERY COOL THING TO SAY. JUST TRYING TO HELP OUT OVER HERE, DOING MY JOB. FINE THEN, DICKHOLES. GO AHEAD, GET IN THERE. YOU WON'T HEAR ME CRYING WHEN YOU'RE DEAD. The door leading into SCP-4390 opens. ATL-2 team enters the maze, and the door shuts behind them. From the other side, the face in the wall can be heard shouting profanities. Franko: Alright. Keep alert, let's get going. Team travels through the labyrinth for a short period of time. They encounter a small group of creatures that look like large beetles with duckbills and a single hopping leg. After the creatures pass, the team comes around a corner and sees a wide gap between where they stand and the rest of the path. In front of them is a pit that extends down as far as they can see. As they're looking into the pit, The Face appears on the wall next to them. The Face: GREETINGS, ASSHOLES. Vice: Jesus Chri- Vice is startled by the appearance of The Face, and stumbles backwards. He trips over a root on the ground, and falls into the pit. Franko: Vice! Liter: Oh fuck! The Face: OH NO, WHAT A SHAME! Vice disappears into the darkness. There is a moment of silence, and then the sound of something heavy striking the ground at high speed. Another moment later, a spectral Vice appears in front of the group. Liter: Oh shit. Franko: Oh shit. Ghost of Vice: Oh shit I'm a ghost. The Face: I TOLD YOU WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU WEREN'T CAREFUL. I DID TELL YOU, DIDN'T I? Ghost of Vice: You spooked me! This is your fault, you shouting dick. The Face: IT IS MY JOB TO INFORM TRAVELERS ABOUT THE TRIALS THEY WILL FACE WITHIN THE MAZE. Franko: Vice, you alright? Ghost of Vice: I, yeah? I think? I feel alright, I'm just… very spectral. The Face: AND SO YOU SHALL REMAIN, UNTIL YOU COMPLETE THE MAZE OR YOUR FRIENDS ALSO DIE! Liter: Well this is dumb. The Face: YEAH WELL FUCK YOU TOO ASSHOLE. (Pauses) ALRIGHT. THIS IS THE GREAT GAP. TO PROCEED, YOU MUST CROSS THIS GAP. BUT BE VERY CAREFUL, A FALL FROM THIS HEIGHT COULD SPELL YOUR DOOM! Ghost of Vice: You don't fucking say? The Face: LOOK IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU DIDN'T LISTEN TO THE INSTRUCTIONS BEFORE ATTEMPTING TO CROSS THE GAP. Franko: Let it go, boys. Let's just try to get across this. (Pauses) What do you think? Can you jump it? Liter: Hmmmmm… maybe. Liter takes several steps back and gets a running start. As he approaches the ledge, he jumps to cross the gap. He gets a hand on the far side, but can't hold on and falls into the pit. His video feed also cuts out, and after a short moment a spectral Liter appears in front of Franko. Ghost of Liter: Fuck! Franko: Ah, Christ. The Face: WOW, TWO OUT OF THREE ON THE VERY FIRST OBSTACLE. YOU GUYS ARE PROS, LET ME TELL YOU. WHAT AN ACCOMPLISHMENT. Franko: There has to be like, what, some sort of lever or something that opens a path across? (Pauses) Oh, this tree, right. Just sort of give it the ole push. Franko pushes a nearby tree over the gap, creating a makeshift bridge. The Face: CONGRATULATIONS DUMBASS, YOU FIGURED OUT THIS VERY DIFFICULT TREE PUZZLE. Franko: Fuck off. Franko, Vice and Liter continue traveling down the corridor, occasionally looping back after finding a dead end. The path opens into a small graveyard. In the center of the graveyard is a thin, pale human woman in tattered clothing, stooping over a small cauldron. Franko approaches this person. Franko: Hello there. Unidentified Woman: Greetings, traveler. I am the Witch. Perhaps you would like to enjoy one of my specials brews, yes? They are very mysterious and magical. Franko: Alright, what's this shit. The Face appears on a nearby wall. The Face: SHE TOLD YOU HER NAME WAS THE WITCH, DIPSHIT. ARE YOU HARD OF HEARING TOO? Franko: I got that, what does the brew do? Is this poison? The Face: I WISH! IT'S A RANDOM CONCOCTION OF WHATEVER SHE HAS LAYING AROUND. IT CAN DO ALL SORTS OF STUFF TO YOU. SOMETIMES IT'S GOOD. SOMETIMES IT'S BAD. I PERSONALLY HOPE IT'S BAD! Franko: Can I go past you without drinking your weird brew? The Witch: No, dearie, I'm afraid you can't. Franko: Ah, fuck it. Might as well. Franko drinks from the cauldron. He begins to rub his eyes furiously, and when he opens them up they have changed to a bright green. Franko: Holy shit, I can see everything! I can see… I can see into the center of the maze, and I can see… I can see the exit there! It's so far away… hey, Witch, does any of that brew give you like, super speed or something? The Witch: (Cackles) Maybe. Who knows? Franko: Good enough for me. Give me some of that stuff. Franko takes another drink from the cauldron. He begins to noticeably swell, and moments later explodes in a shower of bananas. Moments later Franko, Liter, and Vice reappear at the entrance to the maze. Their tactical gear and all clothing items are missing. The Face: WOW YOU GUYS ARE ASS. [END LOG] Addendum 4390.3: Exploration of SCP-4390 Attempt #2 Exploration Log Transcript Members Involved: MTF ATL-2 Franko [LEAD] MTF ATL-2 Vice MTF ATL-2 Liter MTF ATL-2 Cairo MTF ATL-2 Dance MTF ATL-2 passes through SCP-4390 and enters the labyrinth. Upon reaching the other side, The Face appears again on a nearby wall. The Face: OH HO HO HO. LOOK WHO RATTLES BACK IN FOR ROUND TWO. GETTING YOUR CHEEKS CLAPPED THE FIRST TIME WASN'T BAD ENOUGH, YOU HAD TO GO AND FIND SOME FRIENDS TO EXPERIENCE IT WITH YOU. Franko: Shut up. The Face: OH, DON'T WORRY. YOU WON'T BE HEARING ANYTHING FROM ME. I KNOW A LOST CAUSE WHEN I SEE ONE. I'LL JUST BE CHILLING BACK HERE, WATCHING YOUR FAILURES AND ENJOYING THE SATISFACTION OF YOUR DEFEAT. Vice: Dude, seriously. You're a wall. The Face: AND YOU FELL IN A HOLE. WE ALL FALL SHORT OF THE GLORY OF GOD. MTF ATL-2 passes through the entrance of SCP-4390. Cairo: Is that thing always like that? Liter: He's a cock. Just ignore him, but also expect him everywhere. The team travels through the labyrinth for some time. Eventually they reach a wider passage with a small cart on one side. A hatch opens on the side of the cart, and a vaguely arachnoid entity with a vaguely reptilian face and a distinctly Australian accent appears. Unknown Entity: Greetings there, fellas. Me name's Dominican Joe, purveyor of fine goods. Looks like yer out here exploring the ole maze, ey? A bit of a spot, that is. Have a look at me wares, tell me what ye think. Dance: Hey, just a quick question: what are you? Dominican Joe: Me? Well, I'm a crawly-gobbler there, mate. Well, me mum was a crawly hog, and me dad was a snatch-gobbler, so I guess I'm sort of both? But I got most of me mum's features, I've been told. Franko: What do you have for sale? Dominican Joe: Let's see, we've got some bullets that shoot lightning, a hat that can protect you from things falling on your dome, and… this thing you strap on your hog that makes things die when you stick it in them. Silence. Vice: Alright, now hear me out- Franko: No. Vice: (Quickly) Cool, cool. Liter: What about those lightning bullets. Those sound neat. How much for those? Dominican Joe: Well, that'll be 19 scraps of Na'ath. Dance: Come again? Dominican Joe: Scraps of Na'ath? You know, those little pieces of paper made from the sail of Midas' ship that we use as currency? Silence. Dominican Joe: Damn, that's a breaker there, boys. Well, how bout this. We can do ourselves a little fixit, here: I'll give you these bullets, and you give me… your toes. Liter: My what? Dominican Joe: Your toes, mate! Those little wriggly guys on the end of your feet. Come on, who needs those? Besides, you get to swap them out for lightning bullets. Pretty cool, huh? Liter: I use those to walk though. Dominican Joe: Nah mate, come off it. You don't walk on your toes, you walk on those big flat guys behind them. I'm not asking for the flat guys, those don't do me any good. But I can make something happen with the little wrigglers. Liter: I… I think I'm probably good. Dominican Joe: Ah, a real bummer. Well, how's this - take this here coin, and if you ever need me to show up with me shop here, just pop this bad boy in any crack in the ole wall you find out there, aye? Dominican Joe hands Liter a small brass coin. Liter: Yeah, uh, thanks. Dominican Joe: You got it, mate! The party continues to navigate through the maze, crossing several obstacles as they do. Occasionally The Face will appear to vent its frustration at them, and then disappear shortly afterwards. They approach a wide chamber with a domed roof covered in various foliage. As they enter, they see a large feline-esque creature with a woman's face sitting in the center of the room. The door shuts behind them, and the feline creature turns to face them. Feline Creature: Hello, travelers. I am The Dreamer. Welcome to my lair. Cairo: Are you supposed to be a sphinx? The Dreamer: I- uh, no. My understanding is that a sphinx was not in the budget. I am a Catagan. Like a sphinx, but fewer component parts. Franko: So what's the deal here, then. The Dreamer: There are five of you, so I will give you three riddles, each more complicated and devious than the last. You have, ostensibly, five chances to solve these three riddles. If you muck it up, I'll eat one of you. So don't muck it up. Vice: Look, I'm not about to get eaten by a cat. Can't we just go around? There has to be another path past this thing. The Dreamer: There is not. If you try to go around, you're going to be walking for like, months. It's a big labyrinth. The only way into the inner circle is this way, or another way on the far side of the labyrinth. However, that side is guarded by a Dogenever, which is much more of the stabby-bitey variety than the more toned-down riddles thing I've got going on here. Franko: Don't think we have much of a choice here, boys and girls. Cairo, you want to go first? Cairo: Yeah, I guess. (She steps forward) Alright. Let's hear the riddle. The Dreamer begins to shimmer slightly, bands of blue color pulsing down its cream-colored fur. After a moment it stops, and the creature opens its eyes. The Dreamer: A boy and a doctor go fishing. The boy is the doctor's son, but the doctor is not the boy's father. Who is the doctor? (Silence) Cairo: Is that… is that it? The Dreamer: Yes. Liter: Damn, that's a tricky one. Who is the doctor? Cairo: I- it's the mother. The doctor is the boy's mother. The Dreamer: Ah, dammit. I thought I would've gotten one of you with that one. Dance: I think you would've. (Side-eyes Liter) The Dreamer: Alright, very well. Next riddle. (Pauses, shimmers again) What do an island, and the letter "T" have in common? (Silence) Vice: Huh, so these are sort of shitty riddles, aren't they? The Dreamer: HEY. (Turns and snaps at Vice, who jumps backwards) Nobody asked you. Vice: Sorry. Cairo: Alright, alright, it's that they're both in the middle of water. Because the T, in water, and also islands. I've heard this riddle a thousand times. The Dreamer: Damn, you did it again. You done went and did the damn thing again. I am absolutely gadzooked. Franko: Alright, let's wrap this up. Cairo: Last one, let's hear it. The Dreamer: What becomes wetter the more it dries? Cairo: I- uh… (pauses) a dryer? The Dreamer: WRONG. (Eats Cairo) Vice: Holy fuck. Dance: Oh Christ I'm going to be sick. Franko: God dammit. Liter, get up there. Liter: But I- Franko: You can do it, big guy. For the team. Liter: Well, ok. Uh, wetter the more it dries… wetter the more it dries… is this a dead bedroom joke? The Dreamer: (Moves to attack Liter, but hesitates) Is that your answer? Liter: No no no no, it definitely is not. (Pauses) Oh. Oh, I got it. It's a towel. Cause it dries you, but then it gets wetter. It's a towel! The Dreamer: (Sighs) Ah, shit. Alright, fine, it's all yours. Feel free to pass through. Franko: Where is Cairo? The sound of a slight muffled struggle emanates from within The Dreamer. Moments later, the incorporeal form of ATL-2 Cairo appears through the side of the entity. Cairo: I am now a ghost, I guess. This is a weird maze. Franko: It's fucking stupid, let's keep going. The team proceeds down through the chamber and into the hallway beyond. After a short time, they come to a split in the hallway. Two male figures, one dressed in jeans and a t-shirt and the other in a bathrobe, stand in front of each of the pathways. Notably, the letter "S" is embroidered on their clothing. Franko: Alright, what do we have here. Man on Left: Hola, viajeros. Me llamo Señor Honestidad. Este es mi hermano, Señor Deshonestidad. Detrás de nosotros hay dos caminos, y solo uno conduce al santuario interior. Sin embargo, solo tienen una pregunta que nos pueden hacer para determinar qué ruta es la correcta. El otro camino es muy peligroso, así que tengan cuidado con lo que decidan preguntar. Vice: Come again? Franko: Ah, shit. Alright, do any of you speak Spanish? Liter: Hrmmmmmm… I took Spanish in middle school. I could give it a shot. Franko: That's it? Nobody else here speaks any Spanish? The rest of the team shakes their heads. Franko sighs. Franko: Alright Liter, give it a shot. Liter steps forward and clears his throat. Liter: Hola. Me llamo Liter. ¿Cómo estás? Man on Right: Estoy bien, gracias. Liter nods knowingly. Liter: I have managed to establish a line of communication. I will begin now with some inquiries. (Pauses) ¿Hay una fiesta en mis pantalones y estás invitado? Man on Left: ¿Qué? Vice: (To Cairo phantom) Did he just say something about a party in his pants? Liter: Hang on, hang on. Let me try again. Queremos ir al interior. ¿Dónde debemos ir? Man on Left: Vengan por aquí. Este es el camino hacia el círculo interior. Man on Right: No no, no escuchen a esta trucha. Vengan por este camino, este es el camino de verdad. Liter: (Nods sagely) Ok. I think I've got it. They're saying that they're… brothers, and that we can only ask one question of them to see which path to go down. Franko: Alright, ok. So what did you ask? Liter: What path should we go down. Franko: (Pauses) Alright… and what did they say? Liter: They each said their own hallway. (Strokes chin) Very mysterious. Franko: Goddammit Liter you moron, this is some kind of mind bender and you went and bucked up our only chance to get some decent intel about this. Christ. You might as well have asked them their names. Liter: Oh, no, they already told us those. This guy on the left is Mr. Honesty, and his brother there is Mr. Dishonesty. Silence. Dance: Why is Mr. Dishonesty wearing a bathrobe? Man on Right: Es un hombre deshonesto que sale de su casa sin nada entre sus genitales y el aire libre, excepto una delgada capa de tela. Franko: Mr. Honesty is the one on the left? Liter: Correct. Franko: (Sighs) Alright. Let's go that way. Good job, Liter. The team continues forward for a short time, crossing many other smaller obstacles and fending off minor aggression from some strange fauna along the way. After an hour passes, they come across a man in a blue bathrobe standing in the middle of a four-way junction, looking anxiously at a piece of paper in his hand. The man is wearing a blue top hat with a white star on the front, as well as a pair of oversized wire-framed glasses. As the party approaches, he turns towards them with a start. Unknown Individual: Whoa there, slow your roll chief. Don't get any closer, I'm warning you. Ghost of Cairo: Or what? Unknown Individual: Or I'll kick your ass, asshole! Franko: Hang on now. I recognize that nasally timbre. You're the face in the wall. The Face suddenly appears on a nearby wall. The Face: UNFORTUNATELY NOT YOU DUMB FISH. I SPRUNG FULL FORMED FROM THE MIND OF THIS BRILLIANT MAN STANDING BEFORE YOU. HE IS THE WORLD'S PREMIERE ARCHITECT OF THE ARCANE AND UNCANNY. HE IS THE MASTERMIND BEHIND THE TURNING OF THE WORLD'S WHEELS. HE IS- Vice: Lost, by the looks of it. Silence. Unknown Individual: Well, uh… well… uh… yes. Franko: So you're Yancy then, yeah? Yancy Wondertainment: Excuse you. I'll not have you referring to me by my slave name. I am Professor Amazementopia, toy maker extraordinaire. Liter: Is this supposed to be a toy? The Face: IT'S A TOY. Yancy Wondertainment: It's not really a- uh, it's more like a prototype, you know, like- The Face: IT'S A PROTOTYPE. Yancy Wondertainment: Yes, alright, calm down Eugene. Look, I am a skilled craftsman, this much is true. You've no doubt here because you've heard of my accomplishments and desired to seek out my masterpiece for yourself. Franko: No, we're just here for the loot at the center of the maze. Honestly, I'd forgotten your name until a few minutes ago. Rest of the team concurs. Yancy Wondertainment appears put-out. Yancy Wondertainment: Well look, some of us don't have the luxury and near-infinite resources afforded to those real Wondertainments. I could've had that, you know. It was mine, but the "Board of Directors" gave me the end-around and now I'm down here dealing with this mess. Look at it! It's a sprawling heap. I built this stupid thing and now I'm stuck in it. The Face: WOW BOSS THIS IS BOTH ENLIGHTENING AND EXISTENTIALLY DEVASTATING. Yancy Wondertainment: I could get out myself, but I'm trying to get to the center of the maze too. I've recently discovered that there are lewd photographs of the Board of Directors in a file folder there, and I'm going to get them, copy them, and then post them to my Wordpress blog for all to see. That'll show them not to fuck with Yancy diPettito-Cortez Wondertainment. Silence. Yancy Wondertainment: You already knew about the pictures though, didn't you. Franko: Yep. Yancy Wondertainment: You probably heard about them from that putz Sebastian Fitchingsley, didn't you. Franko: Mmhmmm. Yancy Wondertainment: And you're here to get them before I do. Franko: That's basically everything, yes. Silence. Yancy Wondertainment: Well, boys, it's been a lot of fun catching up, bu- RUN EUGENE, SCAMPER AWAY! The Face: (Shrieking) Yancy Wondertainment and The Face flee from the group. The group pursues them. Vice: Christ, he's pretty quick for a guy in a bathrobe. Dance: What is it with bathrobes in this place? The team follows the hallway until it opens up into a large chamber. In front of them is a long, narrow stone bridge over a massive gorge. Yancy Wondertainment is halfway across. As they enter the chamber, he looks back to see them. Yancy Wondertainment: Ah shit, they're on me. Quick, Eugene, do something! Several large scythes appear from out of the darkness above. They swing down towards the bridge, and as they come into view The Face is visible on the flat sides of the scythes. The Face: DON'T WORRY BOSS, I'LL- (voice fades as scythes disappear back into the darkness above) Liter: What? The Face: (Voice grows louder as the scythes descend again) -YOU PROUD OF ME. Franko: Oh fuck this. Cairo, spooky yourself on up there and follow him. Vice, Liter, Dance. You're with me. The Ghost of Cairo crosses the bridge unimpeded. As the rest of the party approaches, the blades swing down again and they are forced to pause as they pass. This happens twice more. Franko: There, we- A large stone column falls from the ceiling and crashes into Franko, killing him instantly. On the side of the column is The Face, which winces as it hits the bridge. The Face: WHOOPSY POOPSY. The bridge beneath the remaining three begins to collapse from the weight of the column, which falls off to the side and into the gorge. Liter and Vice run forward and jump, and both reach back and grab Dance in time to steady her as the bridge behind them collapses. As they finish crossing the bridge, the Ghost of Franko appears beside them. Ghost of Franko: Fuck! They continue running in pursuit of Yancy Wondertainment. They pass a long wall full of arrow slots, each in the shape of The Face's mouth. As they sprint down the hallway next to the wall, they are peppered by cardboard arrows. Vice: Are these- are these arrows cardboard? Yancy Wondertainment: (From an adjacent passageway) Look, not everyone has billion dollar budgets, ok?! This is the sort of shit I'm talking about - these unrealistic expectations on toy makers really sour the pudding for the rest of us! Dance: This guy has some stuff to work out. The Ghost of Cairo appears through the wall next to them. Ghost of Cairo: Yeah the guy is nuts. The team rounds a corner and find Yancy Wondertainment standing in front of three doors. He throws open the door on his right and enters. The five team members enter the door. On the other side of the door they see that they are no longer in the labyrinth. They are standing on the foothills of a mountain range stretching far to the north. The sky overhead is dark and cloudy. There are no signs of living vegetation anywhere nearby - the only other things standing are the burnt out husks of dead trees. Nearby they see the charred remains of many large, black, vaguely insectoid creatures. Franko: Hang on- what the fuck is this? In the distance they see a small tower stretching impossibly high into the clouds. As they try to observe it from where they are standing, they see Yancy Wondertainment sprinting at them. Yancy Wondertainment: Run! Get out! We shouldn't be here! The distinct sound of an animal chattering is heard all around them. Temperature sensors on all the operatives' body armor registers a distinct increase. Suddenly the sky above the tower turns bright orange, and above the clouds a pillar of flame appears. It arcs across the sky, dissolving the clouds as it passes. The chattering increases in volume as the pillar of fire, nearly a kilometer wide, descends on them. The entire party and Yancy Wondertainment scramble quickly through the doorway and slam it closed behind them. Dance: Yo what the fuck was that? Yancy Wondertainment stands as if to speak, but instead sprints through another door. The team follows. They enter a long, spiraling stone hallway full of branching connections to other parts of the labyrinth. Through a large glass window they can see a wide courtyard at the center of the spiral, where a small pile of artifacts is resting. One of the artifacts appears to be a plain grey filing cabinet. Vice: Shit, there it is! Let's go! The team runs down the spiraling hallway, occasionally cutting through offshoot hallways to keep pace with Yancy. They reach a final tunnel that opens into the large, circular courtyard, though Yancy is still several paces in front of them. Yancy Wondertainment: Yes! Yes! I did it! The crotch shots are mine! Blackmail ahoy! He is knocked sideways by the sudden appearance of Dominican Joe, who appears from out of the ground where Liter threw the coin he had been given earlier. Dominican Joe: G'day mates! Welcome back to me shop. What can I do for you? Filing cabinet, post recovery. The team runs past Dominican Joe. Vice opens the filing cabinet and begins to hurriedly flip through the folders therein. After a moment, he pulls out a manila folder. Vice: Got it! I got it! The entire labyrinth begins to shake. On the far wall of the courtyard, the stone begins to come apart from the rest of the structure in the form of a massive stone golem. As the golem's body begins to form, the team sees that the golem has The Face's face. The Face: OH NO. I DON'T THINK SO. YOU CHUCKLE FUCKS DON'T GET TO JUST WALTZ IN HERE, INSULT MY VERY GOOD SONG, KICK MY DAD IN THE DICK AND THEN SKEDADDLE. I'M GOING TO TAKE THESE BIG ROCKS THAT ARE MY HANDS AND TURN YOU INTO POWDERED DUDE. Suddenly, a bullet pings off of the front of The Face. The team hesitates, then immediately ducks for cover as a bolt of lightning arcs across the courtyard and into The Face's shoulder, causing the rock to crumble and explode. The massive entity stumbles backwards. The Face: WHOA NELLY. WHAT IN THE HELL WAS THAT? Liter hobbles forwards. It is clear that he has sold his toes to Dominican Joe. The Face: HEY THERE BIG GUY, HOW ABOUT WE JUST TALK ABOUT THIS FOR A SECOND, EH? DON'T WANT TO THROW AWAY THIS SPECIAL THING WE'VE GOT, DO YOU? YOU REMEMBER THE GOOD TIMES, RIGHT? RIGHT? Liter: Man, fuck this dude. Liter fires three more times, sending three more bolts of lightning streaking across the courtyard towards The Face. The rocks making up its body crumble and the golem collapses. Dancing, multicolored lights appear overhead and loud music begins to play from somewhere above the labyrinth. Airhorns are heard over the din. Vice: Did we win? Is that it? Yancy Wondertainment: Goddammit. Goddammit. I get this goddamn close to really having something I can whap those board fuckers in the dick with, and you all show up to ruin it. Ghost of Franko: I mean, you had to have known that we were going to get involved here. You can't just stuff a giant extraspatial maze underneath a pizza shop and expect us to not notice. Yancy Wondertainment: Well how am I supposed to know that? I've never had to deal with you Foundation jerkoffs before. It's not my fault that I- Yancy is cut off as a line appears in the air near them. From the line appear several other lines, crossing each other and connecting to form a doorway, which materializes once the lines come together. The doorway opens, and out of it steps Sebastian Fitchingsley and an older, Caucasian male in a black suit with a gold and purple tie. A small "W" is pinned to his jacket. Fitchingsley: Ah, salutations and hello my friends! So good to see you. I am Sebastian Juneaux Malthuzan Hermano y Konquistadito Vanabulous Extraordinariorion Frank Fitchingsley, Marketing Director for Dr. Wondertainment Inc. This is- Yancy Wondertainment: Bertrand. The fuck do you think you're doing here? Dr. Wondertainment: Just cleaning up your mess, Yancy. No need for hard feelings, we've all had rocky starts to our careers. Dance: Hang on, you're-? Dr. Wondertainment: Bertrand Wondertainment, yes. A pleasure. (To Yancy) This was silly, Yancy. You've built a death trap down here, not a toy. We're toymakers. I understand your desire to be independent, but this is not the way you should go about it. Yancy Wondertainment: I don't desire to be independent, Bertrand. I desire to be Dr. Wondertainment! It's mine by right! If Isabel is predisposed then it falls to me, it shouldn't roll back to you! Dr. Wondertainment: (Sighs) We shouldn't do this here, Yancy. Let's go home, and we can talk this out. Yancy Wondertainment: I'm not going home, dad. I'm Professor Amazementopia, and I'm going to be the best goddamn toymaker in the fucking omniverse. You just watch. There is a flash, and Yancy disappears. Dr. Wondertainment: My apologies. Yancy has always been a hot-headed boy - he's not so dissimilar from Isabel. (Pauses) You have the file folder? Vice: Uh, yeah. Here. (Hands over the file folder) Dr. Wondertainment: (Bows) Thank you. I won't ever understand why the board decided to keep something this foul lying around where it can be scooped up by vindictive heirs. Fitchingsley: Thank you so much, friends. We appreciate this more than you know. Dr. Wondertainment: Maybe think about this, Sebastian, before you go around snapping any more pictures of your johnson. Fitchingsley: Yes sir, sincerest apologies. Dr. Wondertainment: Very well. Thank you again, friends, and if you happen to run into Yancy again please do be patient with him. He means well, I believe. He's just an asshole. Dr. Wondertainment and Sebastian Fitchingsley enter through the door again. As it closes, the door disappears. Silence. Liter: So how do we get ou- A large shadow obscures the entire group as a massive stone disc falls on them from the darkness above the labyrinth. In the final seconds before their cameras are destroyed, the team recognizes The Face on the bottom of the disc. The Face: EAT MY ASS, CHUMPS. All remaining team members are killed instantly. Moments later, the entire team appears at the entrance to the labyrinth, naked and without their belongings, save for the filing cabinet. Vice: Fuck. Footnotes 1. This can include personal possessions, debts, bodily functions, and personality characteristics, among others. 2. For the purposes of navigating SCP-4390 the "party" can be considered anyone who enters SCP-4390 within a reasonable window of time. 3. Phantoms are incapable of speech in most situations where they would be able to answer riddles, but are not bound from pantomime or charades. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4390" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4390. 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-4391 | esoteric-class | Item #: Periapsis Special Containment Procedures: Intersection Events occur within Depth Zone 10 of the Marianas Trench, epicenter positioned in the peripheral vision of all personnel stationed at Outpost STYGIA. Any form of physical containment for the events or the Periapsis itself is existentially impossible. No timing is necessary for monitoring Intersections — the dates are simply Known. On the arrival of the Periapsis, personnel may do as they wish. It does not impact us. Description: The Periapsis is a semantically surreal hyperobject. In-depth description through the quantifiable is impossible — too many lights for any mind to keep track of. Significant details are only conveyed through the sensory imagery and synaptic confusion of individuals as they witness Periapsis. Intersection Events are the hours when the Periapsis arrives. The object is perpetually skipped across the waters bounding physicality, tossed by a hand which withdrew before the concepts to describe its actions ever existed. Like clockwork the object's momentum declines, skipping at slower and slower paces until surface tension gives way and it drops into our murky reality. There it blooms. Vast, kaleidoscopic imagery, spreading outwards into cosmic petals that brush across our neurons and the extra senses we were never taught at birth. It paints rainbows over our memories.1 As soon as it begins to unfurl it leaves. Its downwards plunge resumes unimpeded, exiting and drifting out of our perception into layers of existence far below ours. It is lost. We do not attempt to guess at what comes next. Layers of the universe exist which are beyond the tools we use to make sense of it, so far gone that attempting to analyze their events is like attempting to predict the weather on a planet galaxies away. There is only a single certainty: at the push of some ethereal force, some rushing current, the object is propelled back above the water. Momentum is imparted. It arcs through the air, glances against the surface, pushes off, and resumes it skipping motion. Like clockwork, the cycle repeats. Like clockwork, we witness it again. Unlike objects native to our reality, the Periapsis lacks a coherent identity. Instead of being grounded to one being it is hundreds all at once, contradictory by our standards of existence but all glimpses of the same whole. These identities include: A star that fell from someone else's constellation. A chain of causality set off during the universe's birth, which will only conclude at its end. A flowing tangle of limbs, waving in the deep sea waters, cracking at the joints to sprout new branches of arms and new stems of hands, all reaching out for a rare experience of physical contact. A lost child, searching for its mother. Vibrant chunks of flaked-off paint. Interlocking cathedrals of scratched glasswork and singed paintings. Slideshows of blurred, indistinct childhood memories, smoldering with the embers of a faded warmth. A higher-dimensional storm formation that blows aimlessly through our existence. Lightning strikes at the waters of the Marianas as it passes. 100 polaroid photos of a dim hallway. Blurriness suggests rapid forwards movement but the position of the door at its end remains at a constant, fixed distance from the photographer. The brightest burning plasma in the universe, dimming. 1,000 unanswered letters. Galaxies and starfields which cascade into each other and collapse into a violent singularity. Uncountable unanswered cries. Skin shed by something greater.2 Nostalgia. Longing. God.3 All attempts at raising our voice to the object, ritual or otherwise, have failed; it is likely that none ever can. The Periapsis does not ask for attention. The Periapsis does not ask for worship. It asks for nothing; nothing but an implicit desire to be left alone. To be ignored. With no power to interact, we reluctantly accept. Footnotes 1. We never needed the old ones in the first place. 2. Notice from Outpost STYGIA Head Staff: She's never coming back. 3. Unremarkably. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "Periapsis" by NatVoltaic, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4391. 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-4392 | safe | A portion of SCP-4392’s interior. Item #: SCP-4392 Special Containment Procedures: All personnel stationed at Site-26 are to be aware of the location and properties of SCP-4392. Signs reminding staff of SCP-4392 and its properties should be positioned in any hallway featuring an entrance into SCP-4392, with particular emphasis near said entrances. Staff should be courteous towards other staff who will access SCP-4392, taking its anomalous properties into consideration. Cleaning and repair staff may disregard SCP-4392 at their own discretion. Description: SCP-4392 is a region encompassing the staff break room located on floor 3 of Site-26. Hume readings within the boundaries of SCP-4392 are universally above 1,500 humes, varying by up to 30 humes per second. To date, no compliant reality bender has been capable of altering or stabilising these levels, nor has any quantity of Scranton Reality Anchors. Of particular note is that SCP-4392 will undo any changes to its interior that deviate from its perceived norm, including the damage, repair, addition and/or removal of furniture. This includes: Consuming food from the fridge, which will replenish after an indeterminate period; Dirtied dishes and cutlery used by staff reappearing clean in appropriate areas, with the exception of the plate located in the northern sink, which will instead remanifest there dirtied if cleaned. Cleaning the curried egg present on the auburn recliner, which will reappear when an individual sits on the chair; Faucets and machines dispensing appropriate liquids even if disconnected from infrastructure and/or not restocked; The addition or removal of rubbish from the bin – newly introduced waste will disappear, however pre-extant waste will remanifest when removed; Repairing or removing the destroyed coffee table, which will reappear in a state of disrepair while unobserved; Attempts to remove the odour of Arabian Mocha coffee. SCP-4392 will infrequently accept new alterations, permanently incorporating them into its environment.1 It is currently unclear what prompts this. If SCP-4392 is unused for several minutes, duplicates of on-site personnel will manifest within SCP-4392. These personnel – designated SCP-4392-1 – are unable to leave the boundaries of SCP-4392, demanifesting if they attempt to do so; they are otherwise mundane, exhibiting no abnormal properties or awareness, and behaving in a manner expectable from the duplicated personnel under similar circumstances. SCP-4392-1 instances are typically oblivious of their status as an SCP-4392-1 instance until notified of it, and will engage in mundane actions throughout SCP-4392 if unobstructed; these actions will inevitably conclude with an attempt to leave SCP-4392. Footnotes 1. The aforementioned coffee table is an example of this. |
SCP-4393 | neutralized | Colored and restored image of SCP-4393. Item No: SCP-4393 Special Containment Procedures: Irrelevant, see Incident 23/5/1959. Open Archived Containment Procedures Close Archived Containment Procedures SCP-4393 is to be contained in standard containment chamber in Site-125 and is to be continuously provided with a fresh supply of square paper measuring 15 x 15 centimeters. Only paper below 50 g/m² can be given to SCP-4393, to slow down the rate of degradation. Any attempt to unfold the entity is prohibited as it may cause unforeseen irreversible damage. All SCP-4393-1 instances are to be captured and stored in a standard, airtight, padded containment chamber. Description: SCP-4393 is a sentient origami crane made of matte golden paper, showing visible wear and degradation, particularly at its creases. SCP-4393 is capable of flight and spends most of its time searching for paper suitable for the creation of origami cranes. SCP-4393 uses its two relatively manipulative pointed wings to fold the paper accordingly. Depending on the paper’s thickness and due to its lack of dextrous digits, the creation of one origami crane will take SCP-4393 two to five hours to finish. Origami cranes folded by SCP-4393 become sentient and will be collectively referred to as SCP-4393-1. Instances are capable of flight and will immediately attempt to escape upon gaining sentience. All SCP-4393-1 instances have the physical properties of paper and can be easily destroyed, either deliberately or accidentally. Directly handling SCP-4393 or destroying an instance of SCP-4939-1 triggers an aggressive response from all instances of SCP-4939-1, marked by a mobbing1 behavior towards the personnel. However, due to their lack of physical strength, a single or group of SCP-4393-1 instances poses no immediate danger and can easily be removed and contained. Contained SCP-4393-1 instances will continually collide with the walls of their containment cell, possibly in an attempt to escape. Instances will repeat this behavior until they are immobilized by the damage caused. If SCP-4393 is prevented from creating SCP-4939-1 instances, it will display self-destructive behavior similar to that of previously created instances in containment. Restricting its movement also triggers destructive behavior, resulting in tears and further degradation particularly at its creases. SCP-4393 was discovered on December 25, 1955, when a researcher caught SCP-4393 using a document to create an SCP-4393-1 instance. As of 3/4/1957, there are a total of 3958 contained SCP-4393-1 instances created by SCP-4393. Colored and restored image of Incident 23/5/1959 showing the SCP-4393-1 swarm. Incident 23/5/1959: On 23/5/1958 at exactly 19:55, SCP-4393 ceased movement and was confirmed to be neutralized, possibly due to substantial degradation. Prior to this, SCP-4393 was in the process of folding another SCP-4393-1 instance. Immediately after its neutralization, all contained SCP-4393-1 instances were observed to halt their movement and began dropping on the floor. Several seconds later, all instances began shaking before flying and aggregating in the center of its containment chamber. The rotating swarm of SCP-4393-1 instances accelerated before simultaneously colliding with and breaking the wall of its chamber, resulting in the destruction of nearly a third of the swarm. A Level 3 containment breach was issued. The escaped instances then proceeded to the location of SCP-4393 and incapacitated personnel through mobbing behavior. Four of the SCP-4393-1 instances approached and finished the uncompleted origami crane, which immediately gained sentience. The SCP-4393-1 instances began to aggregate again, with the inert SCP-4393 at their center. The aggregate momentarily collapsed in on itself creating a loud shockwave composed of multiple crane calls, which instantaneously caused all paper within 60 meters to fold itself into SCP-4393-1 instances. The swarm, estimated to be composed of nearly 20,000 SCP-4393-1 instances, began to move in a westerly direction at a speed of 1200 km/h, leaving the still inert SCP-4393. As most of the destroyed documents had digital backups, there was no substantial loss of data, however, the SCP-4393-1 instances made of confidential Foundation documents posed a significant security data risk which immediately upgraded the incident into a Level 7 Alpha-1 Containment Breach. Five Foundation aircraft intercepted and engaged the SCP-4393-1 swarm above the center of the Pacific Ocean resulting in the destruction of nearly half of the swarm. The surviving SCP-4393-1 instances began mobbing the aircraft, destroying three of them and severely damaging the other two, which were ordered to retreat. The surviving SCP-4393-1 instances continued their flight path which was observed to head towards the islands of Japan. Site-33 on Hokkaido, Japan was alerted of the oncoming swarm. Over a quarter of the SCP-4393-1 instances escaped a second attack launched from Site-33 and headed towards the Fukuoka Prefecture. The SCP-4393-1 instances gathered on the burial site of Sadako Sasaki2 before becoming inert. All the instances were removed and civilian witnesses were amnesticised. The incident was successfully covered-up with no further complications. Update SCP-4393: Prior to the permanent storage of SCP-4393, a text written by an unknown individual in Japanese was found within SCP-4393. Translated into English, the text is transcribed below. If a thousand cranes failed to save you, Maybe a thousand more may bring you back. Their hate may have taken you away, But our love to you will forever stay. May you be happy where you reside, Though I prefer you still being by my side. Footnotes 1. An antipredatory behavior utilized by several bird species in which individuals of prey species mob a predator by cooperatively attacking or harassing it. 2. A "hibakusha" – a Japanese term meaning "bomb-affected person". She is known for her attempt in curing her radiation-induced leukemia by folding a thousand origami cranes, which was believed to grant the folder a wish. Records state that she managed to fold over a thousand origami cranes before her eventual death on October 25, 1955, at the age of 12. |
SCP-4394 | euclid | SCP-4394-A in its solid state. Item #: SCP-4394 Special Containment Procedures: The current supply of SCP-4394-A is stored in sterile 200-liter drums. SCP-4394 and SCP-4394-B are each contained in separate humanoid containment cells. Description: SCP-4394 is Joaquin Marquez, a former concert pianist with an anomalous, viscous black fluid (SCP-4394-A) in place of blood. SCP-4394-A is composed mainly of proteins and organic polymers. When cooled below its freezing point (1.19 °C), a quantity of liquid SCP-4394-A crystallizes into a proportionally sized, functional grand piano. For example, freezing a few drops of SCP-4394-A will result in a piano roughly 1 cm wide. When ingested, SCP-4394-A will pass through the digestive tract unchanged, but may cause mild nausea. However, SCP-4394-A possesses narcotic and mutagenic properties when injected intravenously. While under the influence of SCP-4394-A, subjects experience a noted increase in creativity and productivity, as well as a heightened sense of hearing. SCP-4394-A is moderately addictive; its effects increase in potency before plateauing and tapering off as the body develops tolerance. When administered intravenously, SCP-4394-A gradually converts the blood, lymph, and cochlear fluid into itself over a period of 6-8 weeks. The conversion process can be accelerated by continued injections. Following full conversion of fluids, SCP-4394-A subjects report auditory hallucinations of constant piano music and an indistinct male human voice; otherwise, SCP-4394-A functions indistinguishably from the original bodily fluids. SCP-4394 was discovered bound in the basement of one Mackenzie Lawrence (now SCP-4394-B) who had been extracting and injecting SCP-4394-A for an estimated seven months. Other objects found in the basement include: Original and unfinished sheet music composed by SCP-4394. Partial and whole instruments owned or used by SCP-4394 at various points in his life, including one grand piano whose lid had been carved with a depiction of SCP-4394's face. Several thousand photographs of SCP-4394, dating over a period of 19 years. The body of SCP-4394's high school music teacher. SCP-4394 and SCP-4394-B were subsequently contained and administered psychiatric treatment. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4394" by Weryllium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4394. 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: pianoliquidation.JPG Name: Steinway Vienna 002.JPG Author: Gryffindor License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4395 | safe | Item #: SCP-4395 Special Reintegration Procedures: In accordance with the Pseudohuman Rights Act of 2013, SCP-4395 was declassified and released back into the public on 13/09/2013. In order to prevent her anomalous properties from bringing harm to civilians, the following procedures have been devised and enacted by the Reintegration Committee. SCP-4395 is to wear a personalized Temple Obfuscation Suit at all times when in public. The only occasions on which SCP-4395 is permitted to remove this suit is for personal grooming purposes, and SCP-4395 is to be completely alone on these occasions. The Temple Obfuscation Suit is designed such that all other bodily functions are facilitated without needing to remove it, and so removal of the suit is not authorized for these purposes. In order to prevent observers from creating a definitive image of SCP-4395 in their minds, a gelatinous outer shell on the Temple Obfuscation Suit is to change shape to a random setting every three hours. Note that this change of shape is aesthetic only, and does not effect the actual functions of the Temple Obfuscation Suit. SCP-4395 is to meet with Reintegration Officer Mitre once a month in order to monitor her progress. Description: SCP-4395 is a twenty-two year old woman named Olivia Coltman, whose image has a negative anomalous effect on any organisms that visually observe her. Upon viewing SCP-4395, or a representation of her, the viewing organism will assume a form matching that of SCP-4395. In cases where said organism already has a similar appearance to SCP-4395, this process does not present a significant threat to life; however, in cases where the organism has significant aesthetic differences or an entirely different bodily configuration, death is exceedingly common due to the redistribution of mass that occurs. Although hiding SCP-4395's physical body with concealing clothing can neutralize this anomalous property for a time, once observers come to permanently associate this new appearance with SCP-4395, the anomalous property will reactivate and transform observing organisms into a biological equivalent of said new appearance. SCP-4395 was recovered at the age of eight following an incident at Bluewater Falls Elementary School, Louisiana, which resulted in the deaths of six teachers and eight students, also requiring that substantial plastic surgery be performed on a further fifty-two students. Meeting Log 4395-80: Full record of all reintegration meetings is available from the Foundation Central Archives upon request from government or law enforcement agencies, depending on the nature of said request. Meeting was conducted in Reintegration Officer Mitre's car outside SCP-4395's residence. <Begin Log> SCP-4395: Been a while. RO Mitre: Mm. How have you been? SCP-4395: Alright. You? RO Mitre: There was some difficulty in San Fransisco. I'm sure you've seen the news. SCP-4395: Paradise Fell, right? RO Mitre: Right. Yes. Have you had any trouble with them? (Pause.) SCP-4395: I get a few funny looks when I walk down the street, but, uh, that might just be because of this, you know? (gestures to Temple Obfuscation Suit) RO Mitre: Yes, I understand. Have you been keeping a low profile? (Pause.) SCP-4395: Are you listening, Mike? I look like a goddamn deep sea diver. And people are extra wary of suits like these now, after, you know… RO Mitre: The Queens Massacre. SCP-4395: (quietly) Can we not talk about that? (Three hour mark. Temple Obfuscation Suit's outer layer changes shape.) RO Mitre: Antlers? SCP-4395: You know I don't get a say in this. It's not the most, uh, the most convenient thing in the world, you know, walking through doors when I end up with something like this. I get why, but even the other suits don't change like this. RO Mitre: It's necessary for you to live in public. (SCP-4395 sighs and leans back in her seat, causing the in-suit microphone to peak slightly.) SCP-4395: And what a life it is. When do you think someone last saw my face? It's been years, I think. One of those prisoners you'd bring in front of me now and then. RO Mitre: I wasn't directly involved with that. SCP-4395: Y'know what I mean, idiot. RO Mitre: Mm. SCP-4395: You know … with your, uh, condition, you could probably look at me no problem. From what you've told me, you probably don't count as a living creature anymore. RO Mitre: Probably I could, yes. SCP-4395: (surprised) Oh! (Pause.) RO Mitre: But I'd rather not risk it. SCP-4395: Oh. Okay. (Pause.) RO Mitre: Sorry. SCP-4395: Yeah. Yeah, it's no problem, don't worry about it. RO Mitre: So. Is there anything else you need to tell me for this month? SCP-4395: No, I, ah, I can't think of anything. RO Mitre: Alright. Same time next month? (Pause.) SCP-4395: (sighs) Yeah, same time next month. <End Log> In an attempt to boost morale, Reintegration Officer Mitre sent a box of chocolates to SCP-4395's residence following this meeting. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4395" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4395. 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-4396 | keter | 2/4396 LEVEL 2/4396 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4396 Keter Image of SCP-4396 taken by a member of MTF Lambda-4. Special Containment Procedures: Members of MTF Lambda-4 ("Birdwatchers") are to be stationed at various major population centers across the globe so as to respond to any reports of SCP-4396 or SCP-4396-1. Upon any occurrence of SCP-4396, agents are to investigate the area and discern the location of it and/or its target. Victims of SCP-4396 are to be administered either Class A or Class B amnestics as necessary. Description: SCP-4396 is a large peacock (pavo muticus) that appears malnourished and decrepit. It is completely desaturated in color, and is missing a feather from its tail1. The behavior of SCP-4396 is predictable, and primarily revolves around the specimen attempting to retrieve SCP-4396-1. SCP-4396-1 is a feather from the tail of a peacock that will teleport to a random person anywhere on the planet, designated as SCP-4396-A. Once it is in somebody's possession, they may only be rid of it by purposefully returning it to SCP-4396; attempting to discard, destroy, or abandon SCP-4396-1 will always result in its return to the target. SCP-4396-A share a common trend of having lost something, or someone, of significant importance to their lives. Once SCP-4396-1 has transported to SCP-4396-A, SCP-4396 will begin moving in search of its recovery. SCP-4396 itself has only been observed to walk throughout the duration of its search, and is not known to utilize any supernatural means as it travels. However, when subjected to any conditions in which escape would be impossible for any ordinary being, such as being confined in a solid metal containment vessel or being otherwise restrained, it will inexplicably bypass any obstacles and continue on its way. SCP-4396 will persist until it arrives at SCP-4396-A’s location, at which point it will begin to pester them into returning SCP-4396-1. SCP-4396 will act confrontational towards SCP-4396-A, engaging in attacks until the feather is returned. These attacks are typically harmless, and it is believed that the specimen does not wish to hurt the targets2. Due to the victims being unaware of the methods of appeasing SCP-4396, they often try to flee the specimen and sometimes even their place of residence, which only leads to prolonged encounters with the specimen. If SCP-4396-1 is successfully returned by SCP-4396-A, SCP-4396 will take it in its beak. Upon doing so, it will revert to the size of a typical peacock, and its natural coloration will be restored as it interacts with SCP-4396-1. It will coo happily, and demonstrate other behaviors associated with pleasure and delight. Eventually, SCP-4396 will leave the area with SCP-4396-1 still in its beak. It is not known where SCP-4396 goes after leaving the victim, but some time later SCP-4396-1 selects a new target and the cycle repeats. Interview Log 4396-A1 Interviewee: Clyde Bonnet, previous target who successfully delivered SCP-4396-1 to SCP-4396 Interviewer: Doctor Flynn, Foundation psychologist Foreword: Mr. Bonnet was taken into custody after making a post on social media detailing his experience with SCP-4396. The post was taken down by Foundation staff, and Mr. Bonnet was set for an interview, prior to being administered low level amnestics. [Begin Log] Bonnet: Why am I here? Who are you people? Flynn: We just want to ask you some questions about your experience with the peacock. Bonnet: Is that what this is about?! Look, I’m not crazy I- Flynn: Nobody ever said you were crazy, we just need to ask you a few things. Your cooperation would be much appreciated. The sooner you do, the sooner we can both get out of here. Bonnet: Ok, fine, ok… What do you want? Flynn: Could you please tell us about yourself, Mr. Bonnet? Bonnet: My name is Clyde Bonnet. I am 39 years old, and I work as a geology teacher in ████ High School, ████, Oregon. Flynn: (Takes a moment to jot down the essential details) Great. Now would you mind telling us a little about your family situation? Bonnet: (He winces slightly, and shifts in his seat) Actually, I'd rather not. Flynn: It’s completely fine if you aren’t comfortable divulging such information. You should know, however, that it could really help us understand the nature of this occurrence. Bonnet: Fine, I guess. Where should I start? Flynn: Wherever you’d prefer, Mr. Bonnet. (There is a long pause as Mr. Bonnet composes himself) Bonnet: I was seven years old when my parents died. One night there was a fire, and my dad grabbed me from my bed and brought me outside, to safety. He- he told me to stay, as he went back for my mom. Neither of them made it out… It’s haunted me ever since. Flynn: (Thinks for a short moment, then writes down something on his notepad) That’s awful, I’m sorry for your loss. Bonnet: I lived with my aunt and uncle in northern California after that, but it wasn’t really ever the same. I don't think I've ever fully recovered from it, really. Flynn: Is that all? Bonnet: (He hesitates, before continuing) My entire life was like this, on and off. It wasn't until 17 years ago when I experienced happiness for the first time again. I met this beautiful woman, and before long we were married.(He chuckles to himself) I guess you could say she was the world to me; I was nothing without her. (He smiles briefly, before starting to tear) It was perfect. Together we had a beautiful baby boy. Flynn: (Writing) Thank you, Mr Bonnet. This should be enough. You’re welcome to- Bonnet: No, there’s more… (He starts to cry; his hand is clenched in a fist on the interview desk) Flynn: That’s fine. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Bonnet: My boy, My sweet, sweet boy… He was everything I could ever ask for in a son. Smart, kind, well-behaved, he always kept his grades up. But one night he just had to go and make that stupid mistake! H- He was only 13… Flynn: Mr. Bonnet… Bonnet: He fell in with the wrong crowd. Some teenagers offered to drive him to a party. That night, well, he didn’t come home that night, and then on the news… A fatal car crash not too far away, and he was there, listed among the victims. Just then, that’s when that damned feather showed up. Flynn: Oh? Bonnet: Five people were in that car the night of the crash. Four died. My son’s body was never found. (Takes a brief pause, as he collects himself) Then that horrible, mutated thing started terrorizing me. I tried to get away, but it was relentless. I didn’t know what to do. I was trapped. I had nothing left to live for, and then there was this monster coming after me. Flynn: Mr. Bonnet, this is some very valuable information, but- Bonnet: I’m almost done, please just… let me finish. I finally thought to give him what he wanted. I gave him the feather, and I- I watched him transform before my eyes. I mean, I don’t know, man. His sheer joy, his happiness. I guess what I’m trying to say is, in a way, I saw myself in him. For the first time in weeks, ever since the crash, I felt… happiness? I don’t know. Flynn: When was this? Bonnet: This all happened two days ago. Then your guys came and picked me up yesterday, and the rest, well, you know the rest. Flynn: Thank you for sharing this information with us, Mr. Bonnet. Bonnet: (Sniffling) Thank you. I needed to tell someone about everything that I’ve been through. I needed this. Flynn: (Nodding) I think this interview is just about concluded. We’ll bring you back to your chamber, and then we’ll send you on your way- (They are interrupted by the ringing of Mr. Bonnet’s cell phone. Neither of them recognize the number) Bonnet: It’s fine, I’ll call them back. Flynn: No, you should take it now. (Mr. Bonnet picks up the call. He sits there, listening, before his eyes widen and he covers his mouth.) Bonnet: Thank you. Thank you so much officer. I don’t know what I can say… Thank God! (He hangs up) Flynn: Who was that? Bonnet: It was a call from the local police office. God, they found my son. My boy’s alive! [End Log] Addendum: Interview Log 4396-A1 Close Addendum After the recording of Interview 4396-A1, subject Clyde Bonnet was administered B-Class amnestics and informed about the finding of his son. He was then brought to the ████ County Police Station, accompanied by Foundation staff. The officers there reported that his child was found laying unconscious on the porch of their house. When asked about his experience, his son explained that he was injured and unable to walk after the crash, but was just able to climb out of the wreckage of the vehicle before losing consciousness. He regained consciousness sometime the following day in the forests surrounding the site of the crash, recalling being hurt and not knowing where he was, before finding a trail of feathers. The trail led him back to his house where he was soon found by law enforcement. Footnotes 1. There is a visible gap in the tail when extended. 2. Attacks by SCP-4396 are shown to be reluctant, and are typically done out of frustration. |
SCP-4397 | euclid | SCP-4397 in its original location. Anomalous runes have been expunged. Item #: SCP-4397 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4397 is to be contained in a soundproof locker located at Armed Site 53. Site 53 is equipped with a greater number of armed personnel in order to prevent incursions by hostile forces. The locker of SCP-4397 in particular is to be guarded with several ritualistic shields1 in order to prevent members of GoI-301 from influencing SCP-4397 in any way. Testing may be scheduled with approval from the on-site HMCL director and the project head for SCP-4397, and may only occur in reinforced testing bunkers underneath Site 53. Only known Activation Phrases can be spoken to SCP-4397. Before testing any new possible Activation Phrases, they must be cross-referenced with the Avenomicon2 in order to assure that the consequences of activating SCP-4397 will not impact the Veil or any of the Foundation's other goals. A GPS-based tracking beacon has been attached to SCP-4397 for the purposes of relocation in the event of another theft incident. Description: SCP-4397 is an altar primarily composed of gold approximately 0.6 meters in height. SCP-4397 is decorated with imagery and text related to members of the Aves family3 and has several rings believed to have been used to hold a text of some kind. The back side of SCP-4397 contains a mosaic of two large birds, one made of fire4 and one made of dirt5 locked in combat. The position of characters in this mosaic have been noted to change from time to time6. When an Activation Phrase is spoken within earshot of SCP-4397, it will react by inciting a paranormal event. All Activation Phrases are in Avian Latin, an offshoot of Latin created by GoI-301 that can be spoken by birds. A full list of Activation Phrases are stored in Document 4397-NIGHTINGALE. Some examples of the anomalous effects of SCP-4397 include: Summoning one or more specimens of Corvus caurinus (Northwestern Crow) that will fulfill the summoner's commands to the best of their ability. Manifesting an instance of Polioptila caerulea7 able to be controlled mentally. Modifications to this Activation Phrase allows the summoner to share vision with the P. caerulea instance. Allowing the user to communicate with members of the Quiscalus genus for a period of two hours. Due to lack of sapience on the part of these specimens, very little use can be found for this ability. Causing the spontaneous manifestation of feathers and a beak in the user's biology. In addition, SCP-4397 causes dopamine rushes in the brains of non-anomalous specimens of Aves when they come within 10 meters of the object. If left outside, a crowd of birds will gather around SCP-4397 and attack subjects attempting to move SCP-4397. Additional Notes: SCP-4397 is an important religious artifact for GoI-301 ("Avianolyte"). GoI-301 is a cult surrounding the worship of several pagan deities involving avian imagery. To them, SCP-4397 is known as the "Altar of Medila". GoI-301 is also responsible for SCP-30958; however, GoI-301 had no other significant anomalous activity at the time and was unknown to the Foundation until the discovery of SCP-4397. Shortly after SCP-4397 was seized from the private collection of Russian engineer Makarov Luka, GoI-301 revealed itself to the Foundation and began demanding the "return" of SCP-4397. These demands were rejected. Addendum 01: Document found in the estate of Makarov Luka (translated from Russian) To my son, This is a strange artifact indeed. The circumstances that I found it in are even more bizarre. I was assigned to a project in the Aral Sea after I lost you. My task was to collaborate with a party of several other engineers in order to build some waterways. The most interesting man in this party was a man named Fedir9, a strong Ukrainian who was the mystic type. I mean that he was a strict believer in the Orthodox church, and I often saw him praying to a picture of what I assume to be some Orthodox symbol five times in a day. Once I was alone with Fedir and George10, another one of the engineers, observing the digging of a trench that would soon become a channel. Then Fedir looked over at the Sea, wildly gestured into it, and spoke: "Do you know that this was once a beautiful civilization here?" George was the one to respond. "I don't think so" he muttered while eating a sandwich, "it seems like it's been a desert around here for forever. You say that people lived here?" Fedir seemed visibly saddened by this. "You think I am crazy, do you?" I did not say anything out of the risk of offending him. But George was an individual less concerned about emotion than of practicality, so he simply nodded. Fedir appeared to consider this for a minute before he spoke again. "Tell you what, I can make the three of us very rich men if you come with me." George asked how much, and when Fedir responded with a rather large number in front of "Ruples", he eagerly accepted. For me, I'd been lacking in coin ever since I began my experiments with you, and I'd badly needed more if I wanted any significant progress. So I agreed to come with them. The hot Kazakh sun quickly made me regret embarking with them. After an eternity of trotting through the desert, Fedir stopped and pointed out a cave, embedded in a wall of rock, that would have been hidden if it had been high tide. We very carefully scaled down the hill in order to find what appeared to be the barren insides of the cavern. George was obviously impatient. "So, where is it hidden?" Fedir looked around for a moment. "It's here, I know it" he spoke in a scratchy, desperate sounding voice. He then appeared to search around the cave's walls, as if he was expecting to find a secret panel. I did not want to face the wrath of our supervisor for not working, so I announced my desire to leave. At this point, Fedir dropped to his knees, and spoke in some tongue that I was unable to recognize. He then screamed and collapsed to the ground and his skin glowed a shade of orange. This turned into a blinding light which eventually faded, revealing that his body had transformed into a number of petrels. They were quite obviously distressed and flew away after their birth. After that, a strange golden altar appeared in the center of the cave, as if it had been invisible prior to Fedir's odd sacrifice. George and I spent some time admiring the altar and its shining composition. We worked together to lift it out of the cavern, carry it up the riverbed, and slowly push it back to camp. Unfortunately, our supervisor did not find our excuses for the disappearance of Fedir trustworthy, and thus we were both soon relocated back to our hometowns. Fortunately, we had buried the altar in the desert, and George and I had made plans to go back in order to retrieve it. When I did arrive on the exact date and time, however, I could not find George. I would later find out that he had been the victim of an unfortunate accident. It did take me some considerable effort to bring it back to my housing. I still do not know what to do with it; so far I have yet to find a buyer, and I can't seem to evoke any magic from the altar like Fedir did. Do what you may with it, son. Addendum 02: Incident 4397-VOID <Begin Log: 29/08/2005, 0700 hours UTC> <Footage is from a CCTV camera located in Containment Chamber 103A at Site-19, SCP-4397's former containment cell. SCP-4397 is inert.> <A cube of pink light suddenly appears in the chamber. Two figures step from the light. The first is wearing a full-body dark gray robe and a rubber crow mask. The second is a woman in her 20's wearing casual clothing11. Both are covered in feathers belonging to avians of various species.> Williams: Wow, Danny, you were actually right. <"Danny" turns around and gestures at Isabelle to be quiet.> "Danny": Don't say my name! They have cameras in here, and I don't want them tracking me down. Williams: Whatever. I never thought I'd see Medila's altar in the flesh. "Danny": W— yeah. It looks a lot like the replica they have at Crescent… Speaking of which, how do we know this isn't just a replica? Williams: [DATA EXPUNGED] <SCP-4397 activates. A plume of feathers belonging to the Sturnella magna12 shoots out of the top of SCP-4397.> Williams: It's the real deal. Let's get it back before someone sees. <Williams and "Danny" both take one side of SCP-4397 and begin lifting. However, the door to the chamber burst open, and Corporal Mason, the security guard for SCP-4397, comes through brandishing a pistol.> Mason: Put it down, kids. <"Danny" extends his hand towards Mason and a number of specimens of Dryobates pubescens (Downy Woodpecker) fly towards Mason. Some begin pecking at his face, while others disable his hand. Mason screams in agony.> "Danny": I— sorry about that! Williams: Don't be. <Williams takes out a feathered stick13 and waves it. Another cube of pink light appears, which "Danny" and Williams take SCP-4397 into. Once the cube fades, "Danny", Williams, and SCP-4397 are gone.> <End Log> Addendum 03: Incident Response After the theft of SCP-4397 during Incident 4397-VOID, several new measures were taken. Firstly, precautions were to be applied to prevent further theft incidents by GoI-301. A team of researchers was assigned to identify GoI-301 and then study GoI-301's religious and arcane texts in order to ascertain how further theft incidents could be stopped. Secondly, research into the perpetrators began. Facial recognition software identified the woman as one "Isabelle Williams", a Stanford student who had been reported as missing in early 2001. The man was unable to be identified from voice alone. Cross-referencing "Danny"'s mention of "Crescent" with Stanford's surrounding area implied Crescent Cove, California. Investigations into Crescent Cove revealed an abandoned temple that suspicious individuals had been seen coming and going from. Seismographs of the area found the existence of a large complex underneath this temple, and also implied that it was populated by a medium number of GoI-301 members. Explorations of this complex have been scheduled in order to determine if SCP-4397 is located there, and if it can be feasibly retrieved. Addendum 04: Exploration Logs + Exploration Log 4397-A - Exploration Log 4397-A EXPLORATION LOG Foreword: After a Foundation presence was established in Crescent Cove, it was decided that a mapping of the complex underneath the abandoned temple, now designated L-301, was necessary. A Tedson-S Mark 3 drone14, codenamed "EAGLE", was chosen for this purpose due to its prior success in traversing locations controlled by GoI-004 ("Church of the Broken God"). <Begin Log> EAGLE is activated, and a camera feed is established to personnel at Adjunct Site 4397. After a short confirmation to assure that EAGLE is functioning properly, it is directed to L-301. After arriving at the temple above L-301, EAGLE hides inside the crack between two rocks and begins a sonar scan. It is found that there is a tunnel containing a ladder hidden under a rock, presumably leading down to L-301. However, the rock is too large to be moved without suspicion. EAGLE begins waiting. After one hour and thirty-seven minutes, two men in black robes approach the rock. They speak a phrase in an unknown language15, which causes the rock to anomalously move aside, allowing the men to go down. The rock does not move back for some time, allowing EAGLE to enter the tunnel before it closes. Using a winch, EAGLE descends down the tunnel. Thermal imaging indicates that there are five humans nearby, none of which appear to be watching the entrance. EAGLE then uses a wall-following algorithm, combined with cracks in the wall used to hide, in order to map out the first floor of the complex. Floor 1 appears to contain several shrines, consisting of an altar made of unidentified material as well as several avian-like relics. Some of these shrines have desks, similar to offices. Some of these offices are in use. A stairwell is found at the end of a hallway. Using a similar method as described above, the remaining floors are mapped out: Floor 2: Similar to Floor 1, contains several shrines and offices. Of note is a single "Avianiary" (labeled as such) that contained several exotic specimens of birds. Floor 3: Contained several more "Avianaries", as well as a congregation where between 10-20 people were found kneeled in prayer. Floor 4: Contained a number of GoI-301 members greater than 40. Deemed too great of a risk to stealth operations to explore. Floor 5: Entire floor consisted of a large library, containing many volumes of text. There was also a "reading room" that was deemed too great of a risk to enter. Floor 6: Similar to Floors 2 and 3, but with two indoor arboriums containing oak trees. One room contained what appeared to be a secret exit tunnel out to the Crescent Cove sewer systems. Floor 7: Contained a number of GoI-301 members greater than 40. Deemed too great of a risk to stealth operations to explore. The stairwell from this point was guarded in such a way that said guards could feasibly observe EAGLE. EAGLE was ordered to return to Floor 7, find a suitable hiding place, and enter Standby Mode in order to act as passive observation of GoI-301. <End Log> + Exploration Log 4397-B - Exploration Log 4397-B EXPLORATION LOG Foreword: Agent Witt and Agent Rodriquez were selected for the initial exploration of the complex due to prior training in infiltration and espionage. Both were equipped with standard agent gear, including a two-way radio for contact with Base Command. Both agents were located outside an alternate entrance to the complex. <Begin Log> Dr. Geoffrey: —right, audio should be recording now. Do you see the red blinking light? Witt: Yeah, radio's on. Rodriquez: Copy that. Dr. Geoffrey: Looks like we're all set, then. They shouldn't know that we're coming, so your secondary goal is not to be seen. Your primary goal is to ascertain the location of SCP-4397. Witt: That's the altar, right? Dr. Geoffrey: Correct. Are you positioned outside the entrance? Witt: We are. How did you find this, anyways? Dr. Geoffrey: We had a robot go in and map the place out. Apparently one of the shrines had a panic tunnel built in. Rodriquez: I guess they didn't feel safe all the way down there. Witt: Are we authorized yet? Dr. Geoffrey: …hold on, I'm still patching the feed through to the guys at '19… There, we're good now. Go on in. <Witt and Rodriquez enter the tunnel. Using EAGLE, it is confirmed that the shrine the agents will enter into is unoccupied. The tunnel ends in a manhole that Witt moves before the two enter. A grunt is heard as they climb up.> Witt: Which direction do we think 4397 is? Dr. Geoffrey: It's probably in the lower floors. Witt: How do we know it's not up above? Dr. Geoffrey: The robot scoped out those levels pretty well. Besides, it's not like it'd be easy to hide. Witt: Alright then. How do we go down? Dr. Geoffrey: The stairway is guarded; we don't want to risk being seen. They could probably just move SCP-4397 if they think that we're onto them, and we don't know how big these guys are. Rodriquez: So then how are we getting down? Dr. Geoffrey: EAGLE identified some weak brickwork beneath one of the offices that looks shady. We think you could pull it out. Once you exit this shrine, just go right, it's the third door on your left. Witt: Gotcha, we— Dr. Geoffrey: Hold on. EAGLE says there's someone walking by. He could see you; stay still. <No dialogue for 1 minute 10 seconds.> Dr. Geoffrey: You're clear. Go on ahead. Witt: 10-4, doctor. <Door noises and footsteps are heard from the radio. EAGLE reports the agents are directed into the correct room.> Dr. Geoffrey: There should be another room directly below you. The floor's a bit unstable there, so you should be able to move around the bricks. Witt: Aye aye, then. <EAGLE reports the agents are removing bricks from the floor of the room. From the agent's radio, a bird can be heard cawing16, despite the previous silence of the compound. Eventually, a hole in the floor is revealed, and the agents can be seen descending through it.> Witt: Where do we go from here? Dr. Geoffrey: We don't know. We only got visuals of the first seven floors, but we're pretty sure that the layout of this one should be similar to the last. Witt: Gotcha. Rodriquez, is there anyone outside? <No dialogue for 12 seconds.> Rodriquez: I don't hear anyone. Witt: Alright, let's roll. One… two… three… <The sound of a door opening slowly, followed by several indistinct shouts. The radio can be heard falling to the floor. Silence ensues.> Dr. Geoffrey: Hello? <No dialogue for 12 seconds.> Dr. Geoffrey: I think we lost 'em. <End Log> Addendum 05: Incident G-301-LOSS Agent Witt and Agent Rodriquez were found outside of L-301 shortly afterwards completely naked except for their undergarments. When asked, Agent Witt produced a VHS tape, which he asserts that he woke up with. The contents of the tape are transcribed below. <Begin Log> <Isabelle Williams, one of the GoI-301 members seen in Incident 4397-VOID, can be seen activating the camera. She can be seen wearing a ceremonial robe laced with golden feathers. She takes some steps back. Behind her, Agents Witt and Rodriquez can be seen trapped in a prison cell.> Williams: All we ever wanted was peace. We've been peaceful, what wrongs have we done? <Pause.> Williams: Uh, I guess this is for the altar? It's been our property for generations. Could you consider that it's just been returned to its proper owners? <Pause.> Williams: Please don't come back. I… I think I need to do this. <The camera rotates slightly to the left. SCP-4397 can now be seen. It has been attached to several other objects via metal wiring. The details of these objects cannot be made out.> <Williams approaches SCP-4397.> Williams: [DATA EXPUNGED] <SCP-4397 begins to activate. Agents Witt and Rodriquez begin screaming. The camera suddenly cuts out.> <End Log> It was found that Agents Witt and Rodriquez were not hurt, save for a new anomalous property. Whenever they held a weapon17, the weapon would transform into a specimen of Tyto alba (Barn owl). Both agents were relocated to an advisory position and a more direct approach to retrieving SCP-4397 was formulated. Addendum 06: Incursion Log + [Level 3 Clearance Required] - Incursion Log 4397-A INCURSION LOG Foreword: After the first two explorations of L-301 and their subsequent failures, it was decided to take a more militarized approach. Four detachments of MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") were requested for this operation. Two of the teams (Teams 1-2) were to enter through the primary entrance at the top, while the remaining two teams (Teams 3-4) were to enter through the hidden entrance discovered in the sewers. After entry, Teams 1-3 would attempt to suppress and capture members of GoI-301, while Team 4 would secure SCP-4397 and associated anomalies. <Begin Log> <Dr. Geoffrey contacts all team leads and affirms their current position. Team 1 plants a plastic explosive at the base of the rock hiding the entrance of L-301. Once clearance to enter L-301 is granted, the plastic explosive is detonated and Nu-7 begins entering the complex.> <T1-L reports that GoI-301 has constructed a solid wall made out of sticks and adhesive, similar to a bird nest, blocking entrance to L-301. They are given clearance to use explosives.> <Teams 3 and 4 sweep over Floor 6, demanding the surrender of GoI-301. There is some resistance by members using thaumturgy, such as summoning hostile avians or rendering agents comatose. Several casualties on the end of GoI-301 result from this resistance.> <Teams 1 and 2 encounter much less resistance on Floor 1. After Floors 1 and 2 are secured, Nu-7 begins moving out to take the other floors, with similar results. Noteworthy events are recorded by floor below:> Floor 3: Several GoI-301 members were found in prayer, and refused to move even when demanded to surrender. After fifteen more minutes of prayer, they stood up and let themselves be captured. Floor 4: Was found to have a very open floor plan, with a statue of "Medila" at the center. Several GoI-301 members offered themselves for capture on the condition that the statue was not moved or harm. Floor 6: Several avians of various types flew out of the indoor trees when they were disturbed. Three injuries and one casualty resulted from this event. Floor 7: SCP-4397 was found attached to various other artifacts18 and producing an audible humming sound. PoI-2918 was reported to be operating SCP-4397. See log 4397-AVA for dialogue of this situation. <SCP-4397 was dismantled with the help of avian entities and brought to the service alongside the other anomalies found. Operation considered to be a success.> <End Log> + [Level 4 Clearance Required] - Log 4397-AVA DIALOGUE REPORT <Team 3 descends the stairwell leading to the lower chamber. Body cameras report PoI-2918 using incantations to operate SCP-4397. All components of the machine appear to be glowing. The room is populated with a number of C. caurinus , which, atypical of avian behavior, do not fly away when Team 3 enters the room. They begin cawing at a high volume. Several team members report headaches.> T3-L: Hands in the air! <PoI-2918 stops and turns around.> PoI-2918: You're all too late. I've done everything I wanted to do here. T3-L: Hands in the air or we will shoot! <The C. caurinus being cawing louder.> PoI-2918: You don't get it? Fine, then. We never wanted to do this.Crows, attack! <One C. caurinus flies forwards and lands in front of T3-L in an aggressive stance. T3 primes their weapons and aims at the specimen; however, it does not proceed. After some time, the C. caurinus produces vocalizations in English.> C. caurinus: Don't… shoot… PoI-2918: What? T3-Osmond: Do you think they trained the crows to say that? They could attack at any moment. T3-L: Probably. PoI-2918: No, crows, stop stalling and attack! C. caurinus: No… T3-L: Osmond, Berry, get the girl. <T3-Osmond and T3-Berry move to capture PoI-2918. She puts her hands behind her head, and takes out a handful of pink powder. She throws it onto the ground and demanifests.> T3-Osmond: We lost her. T3-L: Alright then. Let's take the altar and get out of there. C. caurinus: We… can… help… T3-L: Uh… can you understand me? C. caurinus: Yes… carry… T3-Berry: I think it's asking to help carry the altar… and the other stuff, too. T3-L: How can we trust it. C. caurinus: Avian… olyte… <Pause.> C. caurinus: Bad… mad… <Cawing> T3-L: I'm still not sure we can trust them. T3-Osmond: Well, what the fuck are they going to do to us? Fly away? T3-L: Fair 'nuff. If you want to help, I guess, just grab something. <The C. caurinus specimens grab the top of the anomalous machines with their talons and assist Team 3 in carrying them up to the surface. Extraneous logs removed.> <End Log> Closing Statement: Anomaly later classified as SCP-3095. Footnotes 1. These shields consist of several runes and artifacts on the floors and walls of the locker. These are derived from the texts of GoI-301, and have been verified as working by Dr. Geoffrey. See Avianolyte and Thaumturgy: The Science of Bird Magic, 3rd Edition by Dr. Geoffrey and Researcher Calvin for more information. 2. The religious scripture used by GoI-301. For more information, see An In-Depth Analysis of Anomalous Religious Texts, pages 112-189, by Dr. Judith Low. 3. This group encompasses all species of birds. 4. This is believed to correspond to "Thoth", a figure in the mythologies of both Ancient Egypt and GoI-301. In the latter, Thoth is depicted as a destructive entity who wants to create a utopia by enslaving both humans and birds. 5. This is believed to correspond to "Medila", a figure often worshipped by GoI-301. Medila is depicted as a benevolent entity who seeks to guide living beings to "The Nest", a utopian afterlife where all souls live in harmony. 6. This change has yet to be observed directly. Security cameras within SCP-4397's locker swivel, and the change always occurs when the backside of SCP-4397 is not fully observed. 7. Also known as the Blue-gray gnatcatcher 8. For those who don't have the time to read it, SCP-3095-1 were groups of birds who gained sapience and began creating civilizations. However, these civilizations posed a threat to the Veil, so we neutralized them. We decided to keep a handful of seagulls that were friendly to us around. That last bit's classified, but considering that you already have the clearance to read this file, that shouldn't be much of an issue. - Researcher Calvin 9. Believed to refer to Fedir Vitalijov, a Russian engineer and known member of GoI-301. 10. Believed to refer to George Eduard, a former Russian engineer who was later the victim of vehicular manslaughter unrelated to SCP-4397. 11. Since identified as Isabelle Williams (PoI-2918), a high-ranking member of GoI-301. See the case file of PoI-2918 for more information. 12. Also known as the Eastern Meadowlark 13. See documentation of SCP-████ for more information. 14. Excerpted from the Foundation Index of Non-Anomalous Technical Instruments, page 1102: The Tedson-S Mark 3 is a remotely controlled espionage drone designed for infiltration into hostile areas. Its outer shell is heavily customizable, allowing it to be outfitted with a number of camouflage options. In addition, the drone is equipped with tools, such as a winch, a drill, and a barbed track base, that allow it to move on most surfaces. The most significant improvement of the Mark 3 over the Mark 2 is the addition of a sonar-based structure identifying circuit and an advanced infrared imager, allowing the Mark 3 to scout out locations while remaining hidden. 15. Now identified as Avian Latin. Approximate translation: "Release the gate to the asylum." 16. Later analysis of the recording found that this was Avian Latin. Translation: "ALARM". 17. Including knives and firearms. 18. Now classified as SCP-████, SCP-████-█, and SCP-███. 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SCP-4398 | euclid | SCP-4398. Item #: SCP-4398 Special Containment Procedure: SCP-4398 is to be contained in a standard animal enclosure appropriate for its size, and provided with food, water and clean soil according to the basic needs of a non-anomalous tortoise. Personnel interacting with SCP-4398 must not show any intent of communicating with it, be it verbal, written or physical, and particularly with topics related to space, science fiction, futurism, physics and/or geometry. In case of doing so and being affected, Lead Researcher Rodríguez and MTF Rho-4 (“Heart’s Respite”) are to be contacted to treat the individual according to the severity of the contamination of their psycho-animic apparatus1. Description: SCP-4398 is a tortoise of unknown age resembling a young Chelonoidis nigra (Galápagos tortoise). SCP-4398 is capable of speaking and understanding at least 50 human languages, and it will only speak when a human is present. Its speech presents a heavy use of oxymoron, is mostly devoid of semantics on a non-meta level, and is produced at seemingly random intervals2. All human subjects that attempt to communicate with SCP-4398 mentioning words or concepts relating to space, science fiction, futurism, physics and/or geometry, will suffer a psycho-animic contamination episode. It should be noted that it is not the actual message being communicated what triggers the episode, but the intent of communicating with SCP-4398 regarding these topics. Broadly, the method of communication must be shared and understood by 2 or more human individuals, and be either verbal, written (drawing included) or physical (hand signals, facial expressions, body language, changes in posture, et al). The psycho-animic contamination episode will last between 20 and 80 minutes. Its symptoms consist of hallucinations in the 5 traditional senses, accompanied by severe panic attacks intruding in the subject’s psyche. The content of these hallucinations can usually be linked to the words and concepts that triggered the episode. As well, the contamination of the subject’s psycho-animic apparatus can completely override their exteroception, leading them to believe they have been transported to a different dimension, reality or planet. As of now, there is no concrete evidence of this being the case. Instead, it is believed that the subject’s consciousness will “leak” into a penta-dimensional space for a limited period of time. In a number of cases, the content of the hallucinations possessed elements not present in the human noosphere3, meaning their fabrication was not limited by the collective pooled knowledge or the collective imaginary of the human race across its entire history4. In these cases, the hallucinated images, elements, experiences or information have been later confirmed as either plausible of existing or completely real, making them more akin to “visions” from an unknown source that potentially exists in a multitude of dimensions beyond those in which humanity operates consciously. EEG and MRI scans indicated that subjects were perceiving actual stimuli during their hallucinations, even though there were no other significant sources of stimuli besides SCP-4398 in the testing area, nor was there brain activity similar to drug, psychosis or hypnosis-induced hallucinations. After all symptoms subside, the subject will experience momentary discomfort, disorientation and both mental and physical fatigue. When the symptoms are more intense, however, it can lead to a permanent change in their personality on a deep psycho-animic level5. +Addendum - Second Round of Tests – Abstract of Notable Results –Close Preface Tests had the overarching objective of finding a pragmatic use to the state of consciousness induced by SCP-4398 on human subjects. All subjects tested fall within the baseline of mental and physical health as defined by the DSM 5. TEST #05 Foreword: Subject and SCP-4398 interacted in Spanish. All direct quotes have been appropriately translated to English. Subject: D-5210-F, male, former elementary math teacher. Location: Testing room 04, Site-71. Test: D-5210-F was instructed to talk with SCP-4398 about the Pythagoras theorem. 2 minutes in, SCP-4398 said “Nothingness extends endlessly at the end of this geometric cube, from towers towards the heavens of no worlds, at the darkest corner of a lightless light”. D-5210-F replied with “I don’t know what that means”, triggering an episode. Results: D-5210-F suffered severe disorientation, confusion, and remained silent for 24 minutes. After the symptoms subsided, the subject remembered “feeling in pieces and fractured, with my head all over the place”. The subject did not recall any more symptoms clearly, but was certain he hallucinated throughout the episode. From his recount of events, the walls of the room seemed to have broken into what he could only describe as “fractal configurations”. TEST #14 Foreword: Subjects and SCP-4398 interacted in Italian. All direct quotes have been appropriately translated to English. Subject: D-9199-X, female, and D-7773-M, male. Location: Backyard of Site-71. Test: Subjects were instructed to converse with each other and speculate about life in the year 3000 CE, ignoring SCP-4398 and all its vocalizations at all cost. After 35 minutes, SCP-4398 said “Renounce to gravity and desire, for the endless worm watches no one for the sake of entropy. A right turn. A right turn. Above and in circles, not for us but for the swine”, which prompted D-9199-X to look at SCP-4398, tilt her head and squint her eyes, triggering an episode just for her. Results: D-9199-X ran to the southern corner of the yard and sat there in fetal position for 51 minutes, showing standard signs of a panic attack. After the symptoms subsided, she described the experience as “a journey through the stars, or at least the solar system”, the source of her fear apparently being the journey through empty interplanetary space. In an alien planet, she saw “massive triangles (RN: probably tetrahedra) and cubes eclipsing the sun and rising into the sky, holding everything together, watching”. She also claimed that the sky was filled with geometrical figures that had taken the place of the stars (RN: from the description, it would seem the subject could visualize these figures in 4 spatial dimensions, which would explain her difficulty to describe them). D-7773-M did not experience an episode. Afterword: Even though D-9199-X had no previous knowledge of astronomy, from her precise descriptions of the sky and recollection of specific coordinates, it was possible to confirm the existence and location of Planet 9 in the Solar System. Deep space imaging has not found evidence of structures on its surface or orbit. Subject does not know how she got the coordinates. TEST #24 Foreword: Subject and SCP-4398 interacted in English. Subject: D-2454-A, female, was an Oxford student majoring in physics, who intended to specialize in astrophysics. Location: Dr. Rodríguez's office. Test: Subject was instructed to interact with SCP-4398 and try to learn something relating to physics from the entity. After 4 minutes, SCP-4398 said “Long lost for everyone but the universe, when the journey across galaxies will take merely trillions of lives, to feed off the hyper-mass”. Subject smiled, triggering an episode. Results: Subject’s muscles relaxed to the point where she sank in her chair. Her eyes remained open and her face showed no discernible expression. After 77 minutes she regained her composure and was summarily debriefed. Her recount of the episode included a “… complex series of intertwined structures across the entire universe, holding everything together across galaxies”, as well as highly theoretical hypothesis on the unification of natural forces into a single all-encompassing force. She claimed that “… [the hypothesis] came to me through a series of intense emotions, and I am sure that they could be decoded by simply looking at the figures and movements inside of me. Or at least the ones beyond me”. However, a significant portion of the equations needed to resolve these hypothesis are being lost in translation, due to the human thought process being limited by its existence in a 3-dimensional space. D-2454-A believed that the mental process that allowed her to unlock this information can be reproduced given the right conditions, which would have allowed her to discover some connection between the Psycho-animic Theory and not-yet-known natural laws. She insisted multiple times a day, every day, to the guards assigned to her cell to let her talk to SCP-4398 again, probably due to obsessive ideas intruding in her psyche from a deep psycho-animic level. This continued for 52 days until Site Administration ordered her amnestization, which made her personality deviate even further from the pre-established baseline. TEST #28 Foreword: Subject and SCP-4398 interacted in Hindi. All direct quotes have been appropriately translated to English. Subject: Rohan Bhatt, 72 year old male, responsible of the Manish Temple in the Tibetan Plateau, India. Location: Argentine Andes, 50 kilometers from Site-71. Test: Subject was briefed on SCP-4398’s anomalous properties and taught the basic concepts behind the Psycho-animic Theory. This test had the objective of using SCP-4398 to access a hypothesized state of consciousness by penetrating the defense mechanisms of the psycho-animic apparatus, which would give the subject an understanding of the laws of physics impossible to attain with the current genetic limitations of the human brain and its existence in a 3-dimensional spatial plane. Subject introduced himself to SCP-4398, sat on his knees and listened quietly. After 54 minutes, subject said he was interested in learning about the universe, to which SCP-4398 said “Forever into the distant past, when lines were straight for space and time, to undo the undoable, straight into the future, for a ring that stretches into infinity”. Subject nodded and closed his eyes, triggering an episode. Results: Subject immediately fell to the ground and remained immobile. On-site medics found no vital signs on him. Post-mortem studies were inconclusive in finding a cause of death. Afterword: Based on the results of these tests, Site Administration has ordered the transfer of SCP-4398 to Area-08 at the base of the Himalayas for further testing, along with the inanimate body of Rohan Bhatt. A cover up story involving his sudden death remains to be decided. Dr. Rodríguez sustains the possibility of the cause of death being a sudden and complete dissociation between his psycho-animic apparatus and central nervous system. Footnotes 1. Theorized five-dimensional apparatus in which the human consciousness operates, capable of imprinting a permanent effect in the human psyche, directly linked but not limited to the configuration of an individual’s central nervous system. 2. e.g. “Point it for me as night falls, the nearby constellations uniting distant triangles of energy, or the tower that holds the multi-faced void.” 3. The sphere of human thought. 4. Subjects have reported seeing “impossible geometric figures”, feeling “new, unknown emotions”, or experiencing reality “as if [they] were not human anymore”, among other indescribable phenomena. 5. Brain scans performed before and after the episode show no records or evidence of a change in the physiology or electro-chemistry of the subject’s brain to sustain that SCP-4398 is affecting them on a physical level. |
SCP-4399 | keter | Item #: SCP-4399 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4399 instances are to be quarantined from the public for the duration of their manifestation period. All personnel involved in locating and quarantining an SCP-4399 instance are to be considered instances of SCP-4399-1, and are to be interviewed regularly until expiration. + Archived Containment Procedures (Outdated as of 06/19/2018) - Access Granted Upon manifestation, SCP-4399 instances are to be removed from the body of water in which they reside. Class-A amnestics are to be distributed to all civilian witnesses. Description: SCP-4399 refers to an undocumented species of dragonfly (order Odonata). SCP-4399 instances exhibit several traits found in no other living dragonfly species, such as immense size (averaging between 55cm and 85cm in length) and multicolored iridescent wings which emit a slight luminescence. On a varied and unpredictable interval, an instance of SCP-4399 will manifest somewhere on Earth. SCP-4399 instances will invariably manifest in locations containing a natural source of stagnant fresh water, such as a pond or lake. SCP-4399 instances prefer bodies of water in areas frequently visited by humans, such as parks and hiking trails. Upon manifestation, SCP-4399 instances will be partially submerged in the body of water, within 2 meters of the shoreline, and will appear to struggle in a manner typical of drowning insects. However, SCP-4399 will not expire for the duration of its manifestation. If not removed from the body of water for one month after initial manifestation, SCP-4399 will demanifest of its own accord. If a human removes SCP-4399 from the body of water, SCP-4399 will recover from its submersion, fluttering around the individual for a short amount of time before flying out of the vicinity. SCP-4399 instances are presumed to demanifest shortly thereafter, as it has proven impossible to track SCP-4399 instances once they leave the vicinity of their manifestation. Any human who notices an SCP-4399 instance and does not attempt to remove it from the body of water will become an instance of SCP-4399-1. SCP-4399-1 instances experience several anomalous phenomena during the weeks following their encounter with SCP-4399. A summary of these phenomena are as follows: Immediately following encounter: SCP-4399-1 will experience a pronounced feeling of dread from no apparent source. 1-2 days following encounter: SCP-4399-1 will experience bouts of vertigo and mild auditory hallucinations resembling buzzing. 3-7 days following encounter: Vertigo and auditory hallucinations will become stronger and more frequent. SCP-4399-1 will gain the ability to perceive ultraviolet light. 8-12 days following encounter: SCP-4399-1 will begin to experience visual hallucinations in the form of hexagonal fractals. These hallucinations gradually become permanent. Subject will begin to experience nightmares involving submersion in water. 12-18 days following encounter: SCP-4399-1 will begin to suffer from psychosis, often speaking incoherently and lashing out at their surroundings. Vertigo will become constant and completely impede locomotion. Subject will experience visions of drowning, being submerged in water, and/or being held underwater by a malevolent entity or force, even when the subject is awake. 18-20 days following encounter: SCP-4399-1 will jerk violently for 30 to 60 seconds before expiring. Autopsies of SCP-4399-1 instances following this point have revealed large amounts of water within the respiratory and digestive systems. Since its discovery and SCP classification, 62 instances of SCP-4399 have manifested, 48 of which were removed from their respective bodies of water. However, there is evidence that as many as 93 SCP-4399 instances have been removed in the past (see Addendum 4399.1). Addendum 4399.1: Interview Log 06/19/2018 Interviewer: Dr. Franc Subject: SCP-4399-1-12 (Natalie McGann, civilian) Information of Note: Interview took place 14 days after SCP-4399-1-12's initial encounter with SCP-4399. Dr. Franc: Good afternoon, Mrs. McGann. SCP-4399-1-12: Drowned dragon drowned dragon drowned dragon drowned dragon drow- Dr. Franc: Mrs. McGann? SCP-4399-1-12: Huh? Who’s there? Dr. Franc: I’m Dr. Franc. I’m here to ask you a few questions. SCP-4399-1-12: If it’s about the dragonfly, I don’t want to talk about it. Dr. Franc: I understand it may be unpleasant to think about, but the more information we have, the more we can help you. SCP-4399-1-12: [pause] Okay. Dr. Franc: Thank you. Now, can you describe anything unusual that you’ve experienced since your encounter? SCP-4399-1-12: At first there was nothing out of the ordinary. I actually almost forgot about the dragonfly, but then I started hearing weird noises and seeing weird shapes and colors, and I knew it was because I had left it there to drown. At first, the visions scared me, but now I see them as a relief. Dr. Franc: A relief? How so? SCP-4399-1-12: They distract me, keep me in the moment. Whenever I let my mind wander, that’s when I see really disturbing things. Dr. Franc: Could you elaborate on that? SCP-4399-1-12: I really don’t want to. Thinking about it will send me back there. Dr. Franc: This could be crucial to our understanding of your condition, Mrs. McGann. Please continue. SCP-4399-1-12: Alright. Whenever I lose focus, I get taken to this… place. It’s underwater, somewhere dark and murky. And there’s [Subject stops speaking and jerks abruptly] Dr. Franc: Mrs. McGann? SCP-4399-1-12: It’s suffering. Suffocating. It’s desolation quelled by a great flood. It wants to be free, but I wouldn’t help it. I won’t help it, no matter how much I’m punished for it. I won’t help. I won’t help. I won’t help… Dr. Franc: Calm down, Mrs. McGann. What is punishing you? Are you referring to the dragonfly? SCP-4399-1-12: The dragonflies are only shards, only fragments. 99 smothered fragments of the whole. Piece by piece, salvaged from the waters. 93 fly free. 6 beneath the sea. 6 beneath the sea. 6 beneath the sea. 6 beneath- [Subject convulses violently and falls out of her seat] Dr. Franc: Shit. Security, contact the medical wing. Stay calm, Mrs. McGann. SCP-4399-1-12: [whispers] Vritra. [SCP-4399-1-12 ceases movement.] [END TRANSCRIPT] UPDATE: SCP-4399-1-12 regained consciousness four hours later, remaining in a semi-lucid state for 5 days before expiring. Subsequent autopsies revealed the presence of water in excess of 115°C within the digestive and respiratory systems, as well as trace amounts of blood and seminal fluid with genetic similarities to Anax imperator. These properties have been found in all subsequent SCP-4399-1 instances. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4399" by Wildman8, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4399. 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-4400 | safe | by stormbreath Item #: SCP-4400 Site Responsible: Site-484 Director: Nakawe Osorio Research Head: Hector Rosales Assigned Task Force: Xi-Kai Level 2/4400 RESTRICTED Reference photograph of Palenque, the location and basis of SCP-4400. Special Containment Procedures: Palenque National Park is to be operated entirely by Foundation operatives under the guise of standard Mexican National Park employees. A clause concerning this has been inserted into the Foundation-Mexico Operating Treaty, and the National Commission of Protected Natural Areas will assist the Foundation in upholding this. Exterior of the building containing SCP-4400 Access Tunnel Ka'a. All further archaeological exploration of Palenque is to have a minimum of two Foundation personnel from the Archaeological Division embedded within the existing exploration team. These personnel are to be stocked and trained with Class B amnestics. If a new SCP-4400 access tunnel is discovered, they are to use the amnestics to remove any memory of the discovery from the exploration team. Following this, they are to covertly alert Site-484 Command to the discovery, to allow for proper containment. All access tunnels are to have metal covers welded over them, and secured into the surrounding stone. The covers of Access Tunnels Hun, Ka'a and Óox have been modified to allow for entrance, and these covers should be kept accessible, but locked when not in use. All buildings known to contain an SCP-4400 access tunnel are to be sequestered from general tourist areas of Palenque National Park, with Foundation guards stationed at each such building. Any further exploration of SCP-4400 by the Archaeological Division itself should be conducted with an armed escort from Mobile Task Force Xi-Kai ("Curators") and under standard protocol for the exploration of anomalies involving high amounts of radiation. Description: SCP-4400 is an extradimensional space below Palenque.1 SCP-4400 can be accessed from multiple tunnels located within Palenque, but cannot be reached outside of these tunnels. Excavation attempts at digging into SCP-4400 have been unsuccessful. There are twelve known access tunnels into SCP-4400. SCP-4400 contains a representation of Palenque during the Late Classic period.2 All entrances to SCP-4400 exit within this replica of Palenque. Excavated buildings within Palenque built before or during this period correspond to buildings within SCP-4400, with other buildings within SCP-4400 believed to be buildings that did not survive to the present day. There are no light sources — natural, artificial or anomalous — within SCP-4400. Several of the buildings within SCP-4400 appear to have been modified at an indeterminate point in the past. These modifications include the addition of multiple anomalous and mundane traps, as well as modifications to many of the frescoes located within SCP-4400. The majority of these traps have been disabled. Additionally, SCP-4400 is slightly irradiated, averaging about 1 to 2 mSv per day of exposure.3 SCP-4400-América is the collective designation for four eigenweapons4 and the waste products of their construction, which were evidently created around 650 CE. The component parts of SCP-4400-América are located at the tops of several pyramids within SCP-4400, such as the equivalents to the Temples of the Skull and Temple of the Sun. For information on the current hypothesis concerning the nature of SCP-4400-América, please consult ADDENDUM 4400.4. Many of the traps within SCP-4400 are constructed around the components of SCP-4400-América, and the majority of the altered frescoes within SCP-4400 appear to relate to SCP-4400-América. For these reasons, the Archaeological Division has concluded that SCP-4400 was either created or modified to contain SCP-4400-América. Sentient beings within SCP-4400 undergo an anomalous empathic alteration, which has been designated as SCP-4400-Barcelona. This typically results in an increased fear response, with an unknown stimulus.5 The degree to which this anomalous effect is present varies between organisms. In controlled testing, dogs and mice immediately attempted to exit SCP-4400. Humans, however, typically describe this as a feeling of strong apprehension or dread. This anomalous empathetic alteration appears to be stronger around certain areas of SCP-4400, including the SCP-4400 equivalent to the Palenque Temple of the Sun or the Palenque Temple of the Skull. This effect has prevented almost all attempts at climbing such locations and properly investigating either. The exact boundaries of SCP-4400 are unclear. There is no observable upper limit to SCP-4400. The copy of Palenque within SCP-4400 is situated atop a 1000 meter tall plateau, with all surrounding land being undifferentiated smooth rock. Excavation attempts have tunneled 100 meters downward and yielded no results. ◆ ADDENDUM 4400.1 ◇ ADDENDUM 4400.1 — Archaeological Division Records Archaeological Division Records Reporting Personnel: Doctor Hector Rosales, Researcher Javier Balenciaga Date: June 26th, 1965 Subject: Analysis of Fresco Content within SCP-4400 A large number of the painted stucco reliefs within SCP-4400 have been completely changed from their equivalents in Palenque. The following are excerpts of what are believed to be the most important altered frescoes. (As a note, the paint of these frescoes is generally preserved, uncharacteristic for Mayan art of the Late Classical Period.) Fresco #0001: A man is standing over a silver rock, which is surrounded by a sunburst motif. He appears to recoil from the rock. In a series of frames following the original, the man from before can be seen vomiting, clutching his head, losing hair, and finally dying. Fresco #0001 is a common fresco within SCP-4400, and is the most frequent in appearance. The symptoms of the man appear consistent with an ancient perception of radiation poisoning. Fresco #0004: A man descends through a representation of an SCP-4400 access tunnel, and into a representation of Xibalba. The Twelve Lords of Xibalba are seated below the man, and looking up at him. Fresco #0004 is located near the exits of most access tunnels and is an example of a common theme within SCP-4400, which depicts SCP-4400 as a place of death, with many associations to the Mayan Underworld. Figures are frequently depicted as entering SCP-4400 and dying, with the majority of imagery acting as an imperative to not enter or explore. Fresco #0007: A man is walking into a representation of the Temple of the Sun, with his foot pulling a trip wire. An arrow is flying through the air, aimed at him. This relief is a part of a series showcasing the numerous traps located within SCP-4400, all located around the appropriate traps, which are in turn located around components of SCP-4400-América. Fresco #0010: Fresco #0010 appears to be an anachronistic depiction of a modern atom under the Bohr model, although the diagram is highly simplified and likely inaccurate, preventing proper identification. The atom appears to be in the process of being broken in half. It is unknown how the creators of SCP-4400 were able to learn of the structure of an atom or have enough knowledge to depict an atom in the state of nuclear fission. Additionally, the purpose of this fresco, and how it would be interpreted is unclear. Fresco #0012: Fresco #0012 is located upon the SCP-4400 equivalent to the Temple of the Skull, which contains a large number of frescoes that do not reappear within SCP-4400. The relief appears to be a stylized, but mostly accurate depiction of the characteristic mushroom cloud caused by a nuclear explosion, viewed from a distance. At the bottom of the cloud is a small city, which has been labeled as "Chak'iin". The depiction of a mushroom cloud depicted here is highly anachronistic, but accurate nonetheless. Due to the accuracy, it is believed that the artist personally witnessed the events depicted. The apparent name of the city (Chak'iin) does not correspond to any known city, modern or ancient. A paper document recovered from SCP-4400 contains a map, which has a label for the location of Chak'iin. This supposed location does not correspond with any known Mayan city in Foundation records. A detachment of Mobile Task Force Xi-Kai was sent to the supposed location of Chak'iin and was unable to find any evidence of permanent construction dating to the Late Classical Period or earlier. However, they did note traces of plutonium-239 and uranium-235 isotopes in the soil, as well as other isotopes believed to have formed from the decay chain of U235. ◆ ADDENDUM 4400.2 ◇ ADDENDUM 4400.2 — Archaeological Division Records Archaeological Division Records Reporting Personnel: Doctor Hector Rosales, Researcher Javier Balenciaga Date: June 26th, 1965 Subject: Anomalous Dream from within SCP-4400 Several members of the SCP-4400 Research Team have reported unusual nightmares during their dreams. It is suspected that these dreams may be associated with SCP-4400-Barcelona, and are therefore being treated as potentially anomalous. The following Standard Dream Report was filed by Researcher Javier Balenciaga following one of these dreams and has been selected as an example. FORM 66-Y - STANDARD DREAM REPORT Personnel: Javier Balenciaga Estimated Degree of Recall: 80% Anomalous Phenomena Present?: Y Likelihood of Actionable Intelligence: HIGH Description: Before I begin a full description of the contents of my dreams, I would like to first say that the contents of my dream are remarkably similar to the dreams of the other researchers within SCP-4400. The dream begins with an alchemist slaving away in a workshop. He is crafting weapons — bombs, I can tell — and placing them in five vessels, clay pots. I feel the presence of something sinister in the room, but I cannot identify it, only sense it. However, it exudes an aura, and I know it to be a creature of forbidden secrets. The alchemist works long into the night, past sunset. Darkness envelops my vision. I find myself atop the Temple of the Sun, in the true Palenque. There is a crowd assembled: nobles, priests, guards, and at the center of it all stands a king and the alchemist from before. A feathered serpent made of blood coils around their legs. The scene is Palenque in the past, before the jungle claimed it. A perfect match for SCP-4400. The king points to the sky and says the word "Chak'iin". The blood serpent grabs one of the pots the alchemist worked upon and flies into the air, with my perspective flying behind in pursuit. It is not long before a nuclear fire and heat fills my vision, and blinds me from anything else. Next I see a group of soldiers walking through the jungle. I know their purpose at once: they are looking for the city of Chak'iin. They will not find it, for it has been wiped off the face of the earth. Nothing remains, not even rubble. The scene melts away, and I find myself in the chambers of the alchemist who was standing on the top of the Temple of the Sun. The king is with him and talking about something. I am not sure what, but the alchemist seems nervous, or possibly afraid. The king smiles and leaves. The alchemist turns and removes a codex from underneath his bed. You'll pardon me if I cannot truly describe what happens next. The next action was abstract and I am not even sure of what I saw. There are things I know, for it is a dream and knowledge flows freely there, but the actual visuals are unclear. It was bizarre, even for a dream. A new world, coming into existence. It rests between worlds — between the real world and other planes, between the real world and the Underworld, between the real world and the void. It is the shadow of Palenque, and it is empty and dark. There is a scream, one that changes in a pattern. The alchemist climbs the steps of the Temple of the Skull, carrying one of the pots. He manages to reach the top and places the pot within the central chamber. His hands are busy, and then it is surrounded in a spiderweb of traps. The alchemist raises his hands and fills my soul with dread. Nothing changes in the scene around in me, but I grow scared, all too scared. I stumble backward, and my worst fears close in upon me. Spiders, shadows, demons — personal fears, unrelated to the rest of the dream. The dream changes and nothing further regarding 4400 takes place. This dream, or one similar to it, has been recorded by approximately half of the SCP-4400 Research Team. As such, it is currently suspected to be potentially anomalous, and connected to SCP-4400 as a whole. Plans for further research have been proposed. ◆ ADDENDUM 4400.3 ◇ ADDENDUM 4400.3 — MTF Xi-Kai Records Mobile Task Force Xi-Kai Records Reporting Personnel: Commander Antonio Villa (MTF Xi-Kai); Researcher Javier Balenciaga (Archaeological Division) Date: July 18th, 1965 Subject: EoI-4400-Cáceres A tablet containing what appeared to be a ritual was recovered from within SCP-4400. A magical specialist assigned to Mobile Task Force Xi-Kai analyzed the tablet and concluded that it was a summoning and binding ritual for a specific non-corporeal ontokinetic entity. This entity would then offer to give information to the performer in exchange for either symbolically important physical materials, or esoteric knowledge unknown to the entity. Members of MTF Xi-Kai and the Archaeological Division made the decision to perform the ritual within SCP-4400, and then attempt to communicate with it concerning any knowledge it might have concerning SCP-4400, 4400-América or 4400-Barcelona. The following interview was conducted in Yucatec Mayan, of which Researcher Balenciaga is a fluent and native speaker. The following translation from Yucatec Mayan was performed by him as well. Interview Log 4400-Cáceres: Interviewer: Researcher Javier Balenciaga Interviewee: EoI-4400-Cáceres [BEGIN LOG] With the ritual completed, EoI-4400-Cáceres partially manifests within SCP-4400, taking the shape of the shadow of a serpent, cast upon an interior wall by one of the fires used to complete the ritual. Rs. Balenciaga: Greetings, O dark giver of knowledge. EoI-4400-Cáceres: Your tongue is new, different from what I knew. But I understand it nonetheless, for I am a creature of knowledge. Rs. Balenciaga: Do you know where you are? EoI-4400-Cáceres: A place of fear, underneath the ground. Xibalba. Rs. Balenciaga: Specifically. EoI-4400-Cáceres: It is a place between worlds, a shadow of the true Palenque. We are not quite in the void, but we are not quite in the real world. Rs. Balenciaga: You don't know how this world was created? EoI-4400-Cáceres: That, I do not. Rs. Balenciaga: Then I would like to ask about one time you were summoned, about thirteen hundred years ago. EoI-4400-Cáceres: I remember that, yes. The most recent time I was summoned on this plane, and in this form. Or, rather, summoned on your home plane. We aren't there now. But first, a trade. Rs. Balenciaga: You may have all five of the boars placed below you. EoI-4400-Cáceres envelopes each of the live boars that had been placed adjacent to the interior wall during the ritual. Each vanishes as it is enveloped. EoI-4400-Cáceres: Excellent. Your question? Rs. Balenciaga: What did the man who summoned you want back then? EoI-4400-Cáceres: A weapon! Rs. Balenciaga: You gave it to him? EoI-4400-Cáceres: I showed him a spell, how to split the particles that comprise reality, to create the greatest force ever displayed on Earth. I could show you, for a price. Rs. Balenciaga: I am not interested in that. But why? EoI-4400-Cáceres: Your race stole the fruit of fire once, now it is time to pick from the tree of the gods again. Rs. Balenciaga: And so you gave us what, weapons? EoI-4400-Cáceres: Fire to challenge the gods, and burn the sky. Rs. Balenciaga: Why? EoI-4400-Cáceres: Because my last summoner paid me to do so, and so I gave him the most powerful weapon in the world. Rs. Balenciaga: I see. EoI-4400-Cáceres: This is all I can recall of my past dealings, and therefore, my work here is done. Goodbye, sojourner. If you have any further need for information, don't be shy. EoI-4400-Cáceres dissipates into the surrounding shadow on the adjacent wall. All fires burning are spontaneously extinguished. [END LOG] Note: It is my belief that the EoI-4400-Cáceres and the "creature of forbidden secrets" I felt in my dream are the same entity. I felt the same way in both situations. — Researcher Balenciaga ◆ ADDENDUM 4400.4 ◇ ADDENDUM 4400.4 — Site-484 Records Site-484 Administration Records Reporting Personnel: Director Nakawé Osorio (Site-484), Doctor Hector Rosales (Archaeological Division), Researcher Javier Balenciaga (Archaeological Division), Senior Researcher Anne McCusick (Scientific Department) Date: August 3rd, 1965 Subject: Conclusions of SCP-4400 Archaeological Survey and Analysis of SCP-4400-América The following briefing was delivered to Site-484 Director Osorio by members of the SCP-4400 Research Team, concerning the findings of the SCP-4400 Archaeological Division in their exploration of SCP-4400, and the conclusions of the Scientific Department concerning the nature of SCP-4400-América. [BEGIN LOG] Dir. Osorio: I was made aware that you have a report on the nature of this SCP-4400-América? Specifically, a theorized method of function? Dr. Rosales: Yes. Doctor, you are aware of our previous conclusions as to what 4400-América was, correct? Dir. Osorio: That it was some variety of paraweapon of mass destruction? And that 4400 had been to store it? Rs. Balenciaga: Yes, ma'am. Investigation of 4400-América is difficult because we cannot approach it, as a result of the many traps and the effects of 4400-Barcelona. Dr. Rosales: When we sent a D-Class up the steps of the Temple of the Skull, he was torn apart by a nuclear blood serpent. Rs. Balenciaga: But with the help of the Curators, we were able to disarm many of the traps and get close to the paraweapons. Then we brought in a consultant from the Scientific Department: Doctor McCusick. Dr. McCusick: Once I was able to get close to SCP-4400-América, I was able to conduct a more in-depth study of the anomaly, including radiography and magical imaging. Dir. Osorio: And you have a conclusion? Dr. McCusick: Yes. SCP-4400-América is a collection of anomalous thaumonuclear bombs, created around 650 CE, give or take thirty years. There is a moment of silence. Dir. Osorio: And? Dr. McCusick: I'm sorry? Dir. Osorio: It is just a nuclear explosive? Nothing special? Dr. McCusick: It is an eigenweapon which uses anomalous means to induce nuclear fission, resulting in an end result similar to that of a conventional and nonanomalous nuclear detonation. In layman's terms, it uses magic to split an atom. Dir. Osorio: And the only anomaly is in how it splits the atom? Dr. McCusick: Yes, the resultant explosion is mundane. Dir. Osorio: What size are they? Dr. McCusick: Well, it varies, but the largest is about thirty kilotons. Dir. Osorio: That is hardly larger than the Fat Man. No Tsar Bomba! Dr. McCusick: That is correct, but- Dir. Osorio: Tell me, are you all … afraid of this thing? Rs. Balenciaga: Well, yes. Dr. Rosales: I am. Dr. McCusick: Yes. Dir. Osorio: I feel you may be under the lingering effects of Barcelona. Either that, or you are taking the word of a shadow serpent too seriously. Rs. Balenciaga: How so? Dir. Osorio: Fifty meters below my bedroom, there is a nuclear failsafe. It is a hundred kilotons of nuclear power, ready to explode at a moment's notice. I sleep like a baby. Dr. Rosales: Ma'am? Dir. Osorio: The Mayans feared these nukes because they were anachronistic. They were ahead of their time, and did not belong in the year 650. But we are not in the year 650 anymore, and 4400-América is in the time it belongs in. Rs. Balenciaga: What are you recommending? Dir. Osorio: We leave them in place. SCP-4400 has worked well enough for the past thirteen hundred years as a containment method. Why play with it? Dr. Rosales: But what if some Group of Interest learned about 4400-América and tried to use it? Or worse, 4400-Cáceres? Dir. Osorio: Cáceres? Cáceres is a demon that will teach you how to split an atom. I already know of such a demon, and his name is Robert Oppenheimer. [END LOG] Following this, the current Special Containment Procedures for SCP-4400 were implemented. SCP-4400-América will be contained in situ. Footnotes 1. A Mayan city located in Chiapas, Mexico. Palenque is currently ruined, with only approximately 10% having been explored at present. 2. A period of Mayan history lasting from approximately 600 CE to 900 CE, although Palenque was abandoned in 799 CE. 3. For reference, background radiation averages 1.5 to 3.5 mSv per year. Standard Foundation policy limits individuals to 50 mSv of exposure annually. 4. The fourth category of Weapon of Mass Destruction, of either anomalous origin or function. Consult document 3LDV-04 for more information. 5. A second result, which takes the form of an anomalous dream, is also suspected. However, given the radioactive nature of SCP-4400, it has been decided that the cost of further testing of this outweighs the benefit of research. 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SCP-4401 | safe | 3/4401 LEVEL 3/4401 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4401 Safe Interior skylight above SCP-4401 Special Containment Procedures: All trails within 2km of the entrance to SCP-4401 have been closed to public access. Foundation personnel posing as park rangers are to monitor the area for signs of trespass and relocate any persons within the area of operation. During an eclipse, either partial or total, solar or lunar, security is to be augmented with the presence of a squadron of MTF Nu-7 ("Hammer Down") for the full duration of the celestial event. Description: SCP-4401 is a cylindrical block of Rhyolite1 capable of manipulating space and producing Class-II psionic emanations. The stone is housed within a cave network in the Sheep Creek Range of north-central Nevada. The circular surface of the stone measures nine meters in diameter and rises one meter above the cave floor. Directly above the object is a naturally occurring skylight with an unobstructed view of the sky. The anomalous properties of SCP-4401 manifest between 0200 and 0300 local standard time. Regardless of expected location or visibility, the moon will appear at the due-East periphery of the skylight and traverse the opening. The full width of the moon will have crossed the opposing threshold by 0300. For the duration of this event, all light reflected by the moon will be directed onto the center of the monolith. While the moonlight is not independently anomalous, sapient creatures that stand on the dais while under directed moonlight will enter a dissociative state for the duration of the event. The mechanisms by which this state is induced are presently unknown, however, exposure to this state does not appear to cause any short-term or permanent physical damage. Researcher's Note: Any personnel exposed to the effects of SCP-4401 are to be enrolled in a sleep study for a minimum of seven nights after exposure. Evaluations are to be performed by the site designated psychiatrist on day three and day seven post-exposure. Application of Class B amnestics is authorized in the event of a failed evaluation. Use of Class C amnestics requires Level 3 approval before administration. + Interview Log 4401.1 - Dismiss Interview Log Interview Synopsis: This interview takes place approximately 16 hours after subject D-2339 was exposed to the dissociative effects of directed moonlight. After returning to their assigned barracks, D-2339 went to sleep and began exhibiting symptoms of severe agitation shortly after entering a REM cycle. Site medical staff were unable to wake D-2339 until rapid eye movement had ceased. <Interviewer>: "Okay, so, what do you recall after leaving the anomalous zone?" <D-2339>: "Everything was quiet. Like…muted. Gray. I felt like I was watching myself walk around." <Interviewer>: "Which was it? Muted in sound, or muted in color?" <D-2339>: "Both, I think. It's tough to remember, I was hazy for a while. Tough to piece that together especially when it didn't feel right." <Interviewer>: "Please try to recall and describe how you felt as best you can." <D-2339>: "I didn't really get ahold of myself until we unloaded back at the barracks. I laid down, hands above my head and just sort of…drifted off without really trying. It was really easy to fall asleep. I remember that. Is it weird I remember that?" <Interviewer>: "Did you experience any dreaming or dreamlike states after that point?" <D-2339>: "Yeah. Yeah, I did." <Interviewer>: "Please, continue." <D-2339>: "I was on the surface of something. A new place… a planet or something. I could see the stars everywhere, surrounding us as I looked around, looked up. There was the Earth but it didn't look quite right, ya know? Like, I could see it. North America and everything. But the Sun was behind it and off to the side too. Shouldn't I have seen the night side?" <Interviewer>: "It was a dream; it doesn't necessarily have to follow rules. But yes, in a logically consistent state you should have seen the night side if the Sun was behind the Earth." <D-2339>: "Well it was bright and clear as day. And then the Sun behind it, like I said. I was drawn to this…this eclipse over the Sun. Something big. Huge. I'm not sure if it was close or far away but it started blocking out the Sun." <Interviewer>: "Earlier you said 'us'. You weren't alone?" <D-2339>: "No. I mean, yes. Maybe? When the eclipse got further along and most of the sun was hidden I felt a hand on my shoulder. Someone was standing behind me. I…I wanted to look, but I couldn't. I wanted to look at the eclipse even more than I wanted to see him. We watched it together. It felt so comforting. Almost like… like the sun was coming up over the horizon and casting a warm light on my face, except this was the opposite. It was a shadow." <D-2339>: "Just as She moved in front of the Sun, whoever was standing behind me spoke. He told me, 'Listen; soon you will be able to hear Her song'. I mean, I think he told me? Maybe he just said it into my head? It was a dream. Not sure how I would know the difference. Then, just when the eclipse was…well, I woke up. I was woken up. The orderlies woke me up." <Interviewer>: "Are you aware that you said 'she' moved in front of the sun?" <D-2339>: "No, I don't think that I did." <Interviewer>: "Okay, that'll be all for now. Report to medical." Researcher's Note: D-2339 was administered Class B amnestics and returned to general population. Discovery Log: SCP-4401 was discovered 24 November 1999, when Foundation sorting algorithms noted a rash of medical database updates containing Foundation key term ["out of body experience"] in the vicinity of Battle Mountain, Nevada. Six individuals ranging in age from 28 to 36 were hiking together in the Sheep Creek Range and came upon a natural cave. Seeking shelter from an unexpected weather system and sudden drop in temperature, the excursion entered the natural cave system leading to SCP-4401 and set up camp overnight in the vicinity of the anomaly. Over the next several days, five of the six members of the party independently sought medical attention for the "out of body experience" they reported. The sixth member of the hiking group did not seek medical attention and his whereabouts were unaccounted for. Due to concerns for explainable phenomena such as natural gas, Foundation liaisons in the Nevada State Park Service explored the area of concern and reconstructed the route used by the group of hikers, ultimately leading them to SCP-4401. A perimeter was established before MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") was dispatched to sweep the location. Upon identification of the anomalous monolith, the remains of the sixth member of the hiking excursion were recovered within the cave. Cause of death was severe blunt force trauma to the orbital sockets. No weapon or implement used to cause this damage was recovered from the scene and the wounds did not appear to be self-inflicted. A journal was recovered from the makeshift campsite adjacent to the monolith. Other personal effects were cataloged and destroyed. Journal, 16 November 1999 I've barely slept since the hike. I just went outside last night and stared up at the sky, trying to catch a glimpse of the moon in between the clouds. Even long after it went over the horizon, I was just…looking up. Waiting for something, a sign maybe. I don't know. My feet hurt like hell when I went back inside. Feel like I let myself catch frostbite. Journal, 17 November 1999 Another sleepless night. I want to see it again. I want to hear Her song. I'm packing a bag and going back. I called Jerry. Then Marshall. Neither of them wants to go back just yet but they said we can plan another trip for next month. I have a feeling that they're humoring me though. Guess I am going back by myself; I'll pack a bag at first light so I can make good time before the sun gets too high. Journal, 18 November 1999 First good fucking night's sleep in what feels like years. I made it to the cave around 1 PM. Plenty of time for firewood. I set up the tent against the big rock. I managed to fall asleep 9 or 10 but I woke up at 1 AM because of what felt like a freakin' spotlight shining on me. Big fat white light on that large rock, just like the first night we slept here. I knew instantly that She was singing for me. As soon as I stepped into the light the pain went away and my body finally let me fall asleep. Insomnia caught up with me I guess; it was late afternoon by the time I woke up. Aside from a nasty case of dry mouth and the killer headache that comes with dehydration, I felt great. Journal, 20 November 1999 I tried to ask Her a question last night. I can feel the altar humming when I put my hands on it. There's this… energy up here, in the mountains, as if the whole universe is trying to extend its hand for me to hold. She wants me to take it, I know she does. They both do, Mother and Father. I prayed all night that She might sing to me again. I prayed hard, really I did. Just as the moon moved over top of the cavern, I heard Her. I repeated my prayer and my whole body tingled; The energy, it was electric! I pulled myself up and into the light and I looked up to behold Her. To hear her song. Journal, 21 November 1999 This morning, when I came to, my face was covered with something. Blood mixed with dirt maybe? My eyes are killing me and the headache is back worse than ever. It was so worth it to hear Her though. Remembering the dream is easy right now but I never want to forget. Father stood in front of me, but I could not see his face. He was a shadow within Her shadow, and I could feel the energy humming from them like big, slow ocean waves. It pelted me but it was a… nice pressure. Like this kind of big maternal comfort. A blanket, wrapped tightly around me until my every fear felt impossibly far away and there was only the three of us. They told me I can come to visit for a while but the door is only open when Her Shadow falls. The eclipse. It's tomorrow night. I want to call Marshall, bring him too, but I can't afford to go down the hill to search for cell signals. I have to prepare. I'm sorry. Journal, 22 November 1999 I've been preparing all day, studying the glyphs on the altar and searching for the signs of Her Song all around us. It's tough to hear Her during the day. Really tough. All there is… just this ringing. Always ringing. In my head, in my ears it's constant. It hurts, and it only stops when She sings. The altar helps when I touch it. I've waited so long for this. I cannot believe it; tonight is the night when I can look upon Her face. Tonight is the night the light dies and my new day dawns. Footnotes 1. A silica-rich igneous rock bearing a resemblance to granite. |
SCP-4402 | safe | Item #: SCP-4402 Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-4402 are to be stored in a large Standard Containment Chamber at Site-92. If small enough, instances are to be stored in individual safes. All guards assigned to SCP-4402 are to take 100 mg of Class-H (Anterograde) amnestics every 24 hours. Individuals affected by SCP-4402 are to be anesthetized until affected tissue can be surgically removed and contained. Any piece of writing partially or fully matching the description below is to be reported immediately. Attempts to spread, deduce or otherwise increase availability of the contents of SCP-4402 will be met with severe disciplinary action. All personnel seeking to enter SCP-4402's containment chamber require approval from the O5 Council and are to take Class-H amnestics prior to entry. Description: SCP-4402 is the text from a shopping list made by an unknown individual, most likely between 1996 and 2005. Although the list is written in ordinary HB grade graphite, attempts to erase or add text have been unsuccessful. The contents of the text are as follows (redactions have been made to minimize creation of new SCP-4402 instances): Hopefully you'll remember it this time, Daniel. Two dozen eggs [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] [REDACTED] P.S. Take the chicken out of the freezer -Mom When the text above is fully written, typed out or otherwise stored, the medium of storage will become uneditable and invulnerable to all damage. In the case of physical copies, erasers or similar items do not have any effect and graphite or ink do not adhere. This effect also applies to human brains, as individuals who have been exposed to SCP-4402 in its entirety can recall its contents on demand after a single viewing, regardless of time elapsed since exposure. Cerebral tissue containing memories of SCP-4402 is also immune to amnestics, physical trauma and decay long after the individual has died. However, these effects will not take place if the subject is incapable of forming new memories (e.g. suffering from short-term memory loss or under the effects of Class-H amnestics) or unable to perceive the text. While existing instances of SCP-4402 cannot be edited, there is some leeway when creating new ones. Namely, the phrase "Take the chicken out of the freezer" may be replaced with an arbitrary piece of text, regardless of length or any other variable, and it will be memorized alongside the original text. Following the recent discovery that it may overwrite other information if there is insufficient storage space, all proposals for using SCP-4402 as a mnemonics device have been rejected. Addendum 4402-A: Incident 4402-27 Date: ██/██/20██ Incident Report: An instance of SCP-4402 was accidentally transferred to the Site-58 e-mail server, and became appended with the entire contents of the server. 167 Foundation employees are known to have been affected. ██ individuals suffered varying levels of amnesia, ██ experienced partial paralysis, ██ report sensory hallucinations, █ suffered extreme shifts in personality, ██ have been diagnosed with epilepsy, ██ entered vegetative state and █ personnel are deceased. Site-58 entered lockdown soon afterwards. The server was transported to Containment Unit 4402 and a replacement server was set up. Extensive disabled-access equipment has been installed at Site-58. ██ personnel have been moved to different projects due to their inability to complete their current ones after the incident. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4402" by BaranXLR, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4402. 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-4403 | safe | Item #: SCP-4403 Date Accessed: 04/09/1983 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4403-1 is to be kept in a maximum security vault at Site-11. Due an ongoing attempt by members of Silent Crusade (Assigned GoI-4403) to recover SCP-4403-1, SCP-4403’s containment vault is built to specifications that are compliant with requirements for a class IX shelter.2 Furthermore, following several espionage attempts on Foundation personnel with access to SCP-4403-1’s containment information by members of GoI-4403, Protocol Iron Sheaf3and Protocol Blank Check4 has been enacted for all documents/personnel related to SCP-4403-1's containment. MTF Mu-32 (Janissaries)5 have been assigned to Site-11 to safeguard and repel any attempts from armed members of The Silent Crusade to reclaim SCP-4403-1. Description: SCP-4403 is an extradimensional space of indeterminate size that is currently in use by The Silent Crusade (GoI-4403) as their base of standard operation. The Silent Crusade utilized SCP-4403's anomalous properties to engage in various acts of inconspicuous warfare and subterfuge against nations and groups deemed 'unjust' in order to dramatically alter the events of standard time-line. For more details regarding The Silent Crusade, refer to the addenda below. Entrances to SCP-4403 are capable of materializing in multiple locations simultaneously in the form of a passenger train with the doors leading to the interior of the train leading to the same space. The interior of SCP-4403 is incongruous to one of a non-anomalous passenger train, but rather presents the interior of a large building. Foundation personnel report seeing large dining halls, kitchens, bedrooms, offices, hydroponic farms, research labs, as well as multiple armories, training facilities, medical wards, and air locks6. The fullest extent of SCP-4403's interior is unknown to the Foundation. There seems to be no geographical limitation on SCP-4403's ability to manifest and de-manifest entrances to it. Furthermore, this ability is not limited to different locations in space, but also time. Therefore, SCP-4403 serves as a means for The Silent Crusade to rapidly deploy its personnel anywhere and anywhen. All entrances will vary in style and size depending on geographical location and temporal location, but they will always take form of a passenger train, or some mode of transportation should the time the location of the portal was created predates use of passenger trains. It is hypothesized that SCP-4403 exudes a light antimemetic field that cloaks it from most casual observers. This effect extends to those that exit from SCP-4403 for an indeterminate amount of time. According to claims made by members of The Silent Crusade, SCP-4403 and people hidden in this way are visible to those with 'a heart that yearns for justice'. Further testing is ongoing to test the validity of this claim.7 It is theorized that a control room exists that allows the upper echelon of The Silent Crusade to select the location and time for gateway deployment SCP-4403-1 is a master key that fits into a control panel in the 'conductor's room' inside of SCP-4403. Use of SCP-4403-1 activates the control panel that allows one to make location and time selections for gateway creation. By extension, without SCP-4403-1, SCP-4403 would be rendered inert. For more details, see addendum 1 Discovery: SCP-4403, and by extension, The Silent Crusade as a group of interest was discovered by coincidence in 1982 when Doctor Lyn Marness noticed a pair of men in U.S. Union standard uniform and gear chatting in the middle of a local market in Kisuru, Kenya. At the time, Dr. Marness was under the influence of Class-X Mnestics, as he was returning from an assignment for the Antimemetics Division. Dr. Marness suspected anomalous activity related to antimemetics when he noticed that while the pair were present in a crowded Kenyan Marketplace, the local population did not react to the presence of the men. Doctor Marness approached the men, and the following exchange occurred: + Show Log - Hide Log Doctor Lyn Marness: Excuse me gentlemen. Doctor Marness puts his hands on the shoulder of one man from behind. I couldn't help but admire the workmanship that went into your uniforms. Tell me, is there a reenactment of a battle going on nearby? Man 1, later named 'Absko': Man 1 noticeably jumps and looks startled. How is it that you are able to see? Does your heart, too, burn with justice, for the desire to make things right, to right the endless wrongs committed, and will be committed by the wicked? Man 2, later named 'Thabiti': Absko, he must be. The Knights oft regale us of tales of how our founder, the just flame in whose heart to that of ours was as the sun is to a candle, first found the Citadel and laid claim to it, so that the righteous everywhere and everywhen may heed the clarion call and congregate. Man 1 (Absko): Tell me friend. Does what we described ring true for you? Indeed, we go to fight in the good battle, but not for amusement; we put our lives on the line to correct a terrible wrong. Doctor Lyn Marness: My life's work is that of protecting the helpless and the unaware. Man 2 (Thabiti): Then you are worthy of seeing the Great Citadel. Tell me brother, are you able to come with us at this moment? Doctor Lyn Marness: I have other duties to attend to at this moment. They are of paramount importance for completing my mission of protecting the innocent from a lurking threat that cannot be seen. Man 1 (Absko): Then go, brother, and protect the helpless. Give us a time and a place brother, and Thabiti and I shall endeavor to meet with you. Closing Statement: Dr. Marness made an appointment to meet the pair a week later. Upon returning to Site, Dr. Marness reported to the site director what had transpired. After deliberation, Dr. Marness was given approval to follow the men and find out more about The Silent Crusade (thereupon assigned GoI-4403), should he volunteer to do so. Dr. Marness agreed to the assignment, and entered SCP-4403 accompanied by Absko and Thabiti a week after. Upon his return, he had procured vital intelligence regarding SCP-4403 and the Silent Crusade. Several Documents were given to Dr. Marness during his time inside SCP-4403. A scanning mechanism built into a pair of contact lenses were able to record the documents prior to Dr. Marness's amnesticization and release by The Silent Crusade. Summary of other vital information regarding The Silent Crusade is also given below. + Documents recovered from SCP-4403 - Hide Documents Documents/Information Recovered from SCP-4403 (colloquially referred to as 'The Citadel' by members of The Silent Crusade): Mission Statement Structure of GoI-4403 List of Missions Contingency Protocols of GoI-4403 Our Mission: As a great man8 will have put so eloquently: "Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny." The said garment of destiny is slowly being woven from the inexorable loom of history. For those outside of The Citadel, they can only lament when they run their hands across the garment and see great holes rent in it by various injustices - seemingly irreparable wounds inflicted upon the human race by the wanton hatred and shortsighted greed of the unjust, and enabled by the indifference of the ignorant, and the apathy of the cowardly. It is not enough for the righteous to seek out infamy and fight it everywhere they find it, for the rips and tears inflicted cannot be mended this way. Therefore, the righteous must strive to do battle everywhere and everywhen. While our numbers are humble, we are armed with knowledge of how all things that must be mended came to pass, and our hearts burn with the passionate flame to give our good cause our all. We are The Silent Crusade, and we shall mend the garment of destiny until the events come to pass where the speech in which the aforementioned garment was mentioned will never have been need to be said. "It seems The Silent Crusade is organized into a strict hierarchy where merit determines eligibility for promotion. As far as I could tell, there were no distinction in titles between Silent Crusade personnel that work as combatants in the field, research personnel, or bureaucrat. -Dr. Lyn Marness 'The Founder': "The Founder is a mysterious figure that supposedly first discovered SCP-4403 and established The Silent Crusade. Not much is known about this figure, but it is obvious that all members of GoI-4403 I've encountered hold him in reverence, some even to a fanatical degree." ???: From snippets of conversation I picked up, there is a good chance that the Templars are not the highest in the pecking order of the Silent Crusade. However, I could not push for more information without drawing suspicion/ire of others. Templars: The existence of the Templars as a class were mentioned in a passing remark when I talked to the Knight that Absko and Thabiti brought me to. He mentioned submitting a report regarding their last mission to the Templars. This leads me to believe that Templars are the foundation analogue of Senior Researchers and Site Directors. Knights: I had an opportunity to talk to a Knight when Absko and Thabiti first brought me into SCP-4403 to discuss my entry into The Citadel. Despite all three of them being in the Union Standard, the Knight definitely stood out. I don't know how to best describe it. Despite his diminutive stature being full two heads lower than mine, he exuded almost an aura of calm and confidence that I've only ever seen in two other people during my 35 years in the Foundation. He gazed at me with a set of piercing eyes that seemed to hint at me that he knew I was not being completely forthcoming with them. Made me real uneasy about what was about to happen without even saying a word. From what I've seen, it seems that as far as responsibilities go, knights are the Foundation analogues of MTF Captains/Researchers. Squires: Squires are pages that have received the privilege of being considered full-fledged members of The Silent Crusade. They make up the brunt of the personnel in terms of sheer numbers. In the field, anywhere between 2 to 35 Squires are assigned per Knight. It is presumed that these groupings are kept between assignments, allowing for increased cohesion and communication between members. Closest Foundation analogues are low-ranking MTF Members and Junior Researchers. Pages: Pages are the newest recruits into The Silent Crusade. From what I've gone through, an orientation of sorts followed by a vow of secrecy is needed in order to be considered a Page. Pages receive rudimentary training in order to become contributing members in various areas, whether it be research, combat, etc. Those that refuse to take the vow are given a drug that acts similar to a low-class amnestic before being released. I was under the influence of weak mnestics during the time I was given the amnestic, so I was successfully able to retain the information garnered, albeit with serious side effects9. Name of Conflict: Storming of the Bastille, French Revolution (1789) Prior to GoI-4403 Intervention: The French Garrison under command of Marquis de Launay successfully hold back the French Revolutionaries by using their defensible position in conjunction with access to heavy guns. High crowd density in the streets of Paris cause 3672 casualties for the revolutionaries. GoI-4403's Actions: Covert Silent Crusade Operatives use forged documents to cause the French bureaucracy to move surplus food, ammunition, and soldiers out of the Bastille, leaving the fortress nearly empty. Results: French Revolutionaries successfully storm the Fortress of Bastille, serving as an impetus for the French Revolution to continue. Name of Event: Battle of Gettysburg, American Civil War (1863) Prior to GoI-4403 Intervention: Confederate soldiers under the leadership of General Robert E. Lee rout the Union Soldiers, prompting the British, whose textile industry depended heavily on Southern cotton, to send aid to the Confederacy. This ultimately resulted in the Union being forced to recognize the Confederacy as a sovereign nation, and the institution of Slavery remained legal in the Confederacy until the year 2023. GoI-4403's Actions: Silent Crusade Personnel take advantage of the confusion and light antimemetic cloaking effect from SCP-4403 to blend into Union Battle Lines seamlessly, providing the Union side with crucial manpower to repel Confederate Major General Pickett's Charge. Results: The Union comes out victorious in the Battle of Gettysburg, stymieing potential British support for the Confederacy as well as removing political leverage for the Confederacy to negotiate terms of ceasefire. The chain of events resulting from the Union Victory in the Battle of Gettysburg ultimately allows the Union to quash the Confederacy in the greater conflict of the American Civil War. Name of Event: Amritsar Massacre (1919) Prior to GoI-4403 Intervention: British Indian troops under orders of Colonel Reginald Dyer opened fire indiscriminately into a crowd of Indian Civilians, resulting in ~1600 fatalities. GoI-4403's Actions: Covert Silent Crusade operatives replaced Lee-Enfield Rifles assigned to soldiers that would stand on either side of Col. Dyer with defective ones with shaped charges that would trigger when fired. Operatives also infiltrated the armory and replaced first 3 rounds in all clips with defective rounds/blanks. Results: Upon giving the order to fire upon the civilians, both shaped charges detonate, launching shrapnel which ejects 84% of Col. Dyer's brain matter, killing him instantly. The two soldiers flanking Col. Dyer suffered minor concussions. the sudden death of the commanding officer results in the battalion's attention being shifted away from the civilians, giving them ample time to escape. Name of Event: Discovery of Penicilin(1928) Prior to GoI-4403 Intervention: Despite research into properties of staphylococcus bacteria, no headway into properly treating the bacterial infection was found. GoI-4403's Actions: While Sir Alexander Fleming was away on vacation, GoI agents infiltrate his laboratory and release fungal spores from genus Penicillium into a petri dish containing samples. Results: Sir Alexander Fleming accidentally discovers Penicillin as the first antibiotic, saving countless lives from being lost to bacterial infections Name of Event: World War II (1939 ~ 1945) Prior to GoI-4403 Intervention: Competent German Leadership under █████ █████████ results in the Germans securing the Middle-Eastern oil fields right after taking over Continental Europe. This allowed them to supply both themselves and their Japanese allies. Furthermore, since the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact was not violated, the Germans were able to focus their efforts on the Western Front. [ADDITIONAL DATA EXPUNGED BY THE ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] GoI-4403's Actions: The Silent Crusade uses assassinations of key figures in the Early Nazi Party to dispose of █████ █████████ in favor of the more incompetent Adolf Hitler. Protocol Nth Chance enacted 22 times, and Protocol Crossroads enacted 7 times. Results: Nazi Germany collapses after a botched invasion of Russia and a successful landing at Normandy by American Troops forces them to fight a two-front war. Defeat of Imperial Japan follows soon after. Name of Event: Vaneshaan Invasion of United Earth Directorate (2422) Prior to GoI-4403 Intervention: Technological and Numerical Disparity between Vaneshaan Warband and the United Earth Directorate results in death of 99.926% of all humans, Earth and Mars being rendered inhospitable, and Alpha Centauri being artificially induced into going supernova. It is not evident what actions the Foundation will have taken during this time, if it still had existed. GoI-4403's Actions: Protocol Nth Chance enacted 1621 times. Protocol Deus Vult enacted. Protocol Sleeping Nephilim enacted. Results: Vaneshann Invasion successfully repelled, with 12 planets outside of the Solar System under Human Control and 320 billion human lives being lost. A complete list of items for this category can be found in Document-4403-A Protocol Nth Chance : Enacted when a change to the time-line invariably contributes to a 'worse' outcome in the same conflict. Actions taken can range from preventing the execution of the original mission, to trying different methodologies. Protocol Crossroads: Enacted when a change to the time-line invariably contributes to a 'worse' outcome in a separate conflict. Actions taken can range from preventing the execution of the original mission, to trying different methodologies. Protocol Deus Vult: Used as a last resort, Protocol Deus Vult is enacted when a conflict becomes impossible to remedy with resources available to GoI-4403 alone. Involves breaching secrecy by members of GoI-4403 in order to prevent catastrophic damage to Earth, its biosphere, and human civilization. Protocol Sleeping Nephilim [DATA EXPUNGED BY THE ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] Soon after Dr. Marness submitted his report, an emergency meeting was held by the upper echelon of The Foundation10. [DATA EXPUNGED BY THE ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] MTF Mu-32 (Janissaries) was rapidly formed for the express purpose of disabling SCP-4403 and/or neutralizing GoI-4403. Two days after Dr. Marness's return from SCP-4403, MTF Mu-32 supported by personnel from MTF Tau-5 (Samsara) and MTF Nu-7 (Hammer Down)11 entered SCP-4403 through a gateway. Despite heavy resistance from Silent Crusade operatives and the availability of technologically advanced weaponry to GoI-4403 members, Foundation MTFs were able to locate a heavily guarded room where SCP-4403-1 was recovered. SCP-4403-1 was successfully recovered and placed under Containment. [DATA EXPUNGED BY THE ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] [DATA EXPUNGED BY THE ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] [DATA EXPUNGED BY THE ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] [DATA EXPUNGED BY THE ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] ... you have the right to know Aren't you curious as to what happened during WWII had the Silent Crusade not intervened? Whoever you are, I know that you might be surprised to find data that was supposedly expunged by the O5 Council stapled behind the actual containment papers. You see, the one downside of Protocol Iron Sheaf is the fact that if someone with clearance decides to make… modifications to the documents, those will stay there until someone with the same clearance decides to do a parity check and decides to undo those changes. But first, don't you think it's strange how despite the fact that you are one of the trusted few allowed access to this document, pieces of information are still expunged by 'The order of the O5 Council'? Let me make this clear. Because of Protocol Iron Sheaf, No other versions of this Containment Procedure exist. As powerful as the Overseer Council may be, they are still subject to this protocol - meaning that they can't just enter some level 5 credential in a terminal somewhere and gain access to the expunged information. Funny considering one of the pieces of information is literally just what would have happened during WWII if the Silent Crusade had not intervened. We know it's not memetic or cognitohazardous, since if it was, they would have just said that it was, and would have circumvented it using one of the multitudes of methods available to the Foundation. So why do they not want you to know? I'll show you the redacted information, and hopefully the reason why this information was redacted becomes clear. Prior to GoI-4403 Intervention: Competent German Leadership under █████ █████████ results in the Germans securing the Middle-Eastern oil fields right after taking over Continental Europe. This allowed them to supply both themselves and their Japanese allies. Furthermore, since the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact was not violated, the Germans were able to focus their efforts on the Western Front. German Scientists in conjunction with Unit 731 of Imperial Japan devise a blight that was covertly released into the Soviet Union, causing massive starvation which destabilized the country and forced the nation to agree to export oil to Axis Forces in exchange for desperately needed grain. Despite Aid from America, Axis forces do not declare war on America due to Germany greatly discouraging Japan from invading the U.S.-Held territory of the Philippines. German Intelligence agencies covertly fund certain interest groups during the 1940 presidential election, leading to Franklin Delano Roosevelt losing against Charles Lindbergh, who ran on an Anti-War, 'America First' platform. A covert treaty is held between Nazi Germany and the U.S., guaranteeing America from not becoming an active belligerent given 1) American Overseas territories will be untouched by axis forces 2) Human rights violations will not be committed against British Civilians and POWs should Britain be defeated and 3) Axis forces will not engage in hostilities against the American Merchant Navy Crew. Britain falls to Nazi Germany in 1952 after an intense bombing campaign carried out by warplanes utilizing newly developed jet engines, despite U.S. material aid. Joint invasion of Russia by Japanese and German forces take place during Spring of 1957. The Soviet Union falls in 7 months due to advances in vehicle technology that allows Axis forces to operate in cold temperatures and years of blight and social unrest plaguing the nation. Imperial Japan, taking inspiration from Nazi Germany's master race theory and the Final Solution, takes part in similar policies based under the Yamato Race Theory to 'purge' Korea, Manchuria, and other Southeast Asian nations of the 'lesser races' to populate the land with Japanese Colonists. In 1955, Imperial Japan begins to ransack and massacre major cities in foreign territories with methodologies analogous to events in Nanjing Massacre (1937). Nazi Germany lays claim to most of French and British held overseas territories by 1962. Silent Crusade Historians confirm that no statistically significant Jewish Populations remained in Continental Europe, Middle East, Asia, and Africa by 1970. It is estimated nearly 17 million people of Jewish descent perished during the years 1939 ~ 1970. Furthermore, estimates state that anywhere between 350 and 423 million Chinese and 4 to 7 million Koreans perished at the hands of the imperial Japanese, with more than 40 million women from conquered territories experiencing rape and/or sexual slavery by the Imperial Japanese by the end of the war. As influential the Silent Crusade was in influencing historical events, the resources available to them paled in comparison to what the Foundation had to offer. After SCP-4403-1 was recovered, there was a great fracas among the upper echelon of the Foundation on what the best course of action was. There was much talk of using SCP-4403 in conjunction with the other resources that the Foundation had at its disposal - both mundane and anomalous - to basically carry on what the Silent Crusade was doing, albeit under careful scrutiny of our organization. If a tiny organization could limit the damage done to the world in a major global conflict such as WWII by such an immense amount, imagine what the Foundation could do - or so the argument went. Of course, the old guard, like O5-1, wanted to lock SCP-4403-1 up and forget about it just like the other hundreds of safe class objects we had. What they didn't count on was that between the time that they had first came to power and now, how most people thought the way the Foundation ought to be run had Changed. Dramatically. You see, to a substantial number of us, working for the Foundation was more than just taking anomalies and sticking them inside boxes, oh no. As cheesy and idealistic as this may sound, for some, to work for the Foundation was to make a positive difference in this world. To these new faces, SCP-4403 presented an unprecedented opportunity. For others, SCP-4403 presented a chance to atone for horrible deeds that they had committed in the name of the greater good. The resulting furor over the difference was nothing like the Foundation had ever seen before. [DATA EXPUNGED BY THE ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] Subject: "On nature of Spatiotemporal Dimensions" by Dr. Advaitha Singh, head of Extradimensional Paratech Application Team at Site 199. As of currently, there are two major arguments on why SCP-4403 ought to be rendered inert instead of being actively utilized by The Foundation. The first is the age-old platitude that the Foundation's mission is to only interfere in the realm of the anomalous. This argument is disingenuous because it blithely assumes that the realm of the anomalous and the realm of the mundane are discrete from one another, when in reality, they share the world that we live in. It is because that these two realms overlap, present dangers to normalcy caused by the anomalous are able to exist, and it is our duty to preserve that normalcy as members of the SCP Foundation. But then the question inevitably arises: what is the fundamental difference between disruption to normalcy caused by, lets say, an omnicidal lizard and a genocidal regime? The answer is, there is none. Therefore, if we have a moral duty to prevent wanton loss of life and unnecessary destruction at the hands of the anomalous, then we cannot shirk at giving the same treatment to disasters caused by more worldly causes. The other, more substantial argument is the prudent concern that meddling with the past can create unforeseen negative consequences. However, this unfair misconception is grounded in a mistaken belief that there is a fundamental difference between space and time. Let me make this clear. There is no intrinsic difference between the dimension of 'space' and the dimension of 'time'. It is the law of this particular universe that while movement in the 3 dimensions we have designated 'spatial' be a simple undertaking, movement along the 4th dimension that has been designated as 'temporal' be limited to that of a constant, unidirectional one. As far as the universe is concerned, causal events that propagate due to changes made in different spaces and different times are exactly identical. For example, let us say I was to travel backwards along the axis of time and - lets say - shoot someone. To a being that can freely move along dimension axes we have designated 'spatial' and 'temporal', the causal structure generated from that change is indistinguishable to the causal structure generated by a change effected along an axis of 'space'. To us, the only difference between changes along 'time' and 'space' are how difficult to rectify the unforeseen consequences of such changes. SCP-4403 removes that difficulty for the former. I'll be blunt. The Foundation has extensive knowledge on nature of causality, thanks to research done on several anomalies we have at hand. Using our knowledge, we can prevent some of humanity's greatest tragedies it has inflicted on itself. Our methodology will be much more refined than the Silent Crusade - I daresay it will be akin to comparing a surgeon's scalpel to a sharpened rock club. I implore the Overseer Council to take into consideration the latest developments and findings in this field and make a decision that isn't based on past prejudices and fears, but rather one based on rationality and what is best for humanity. Motions suggested to the O5 Council at the meeting prior to SCP-4403-1's containment: [DATA EXPUNGED BY THE ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] Motion: Establish official contact with The Silent Crusade (GoI-4403) for sharing of data, mutual collaboration, and prevention of unnecessary bloodshed. Motioned By: Sargent Barry Choi, Mu-32 Member, 197 others.## Result of O5 vote: 5 Yea 8 Nay Motions suggested to the O5 Council at the meeting after SCP-4403-1's containment: [DATA EXPUNGED BY THE ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] Motion: Utilize SCP-4403 in order to continue to prevent past humanitarian disasters in recent history. Motioned By: RAISA Director Cade Whittaker, Research Head Dr. Advaitha Singh, 19 others. Result of O5 vote: 4 Yea 9 Nay [DATA EXPUNGED BY THE ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] Motion: Utilize SCP-4403 in conjunction with Foundation resources and knowledge in order to completely prevent the rise of Nazi Germany and the subsequent global conflict of World War II. Motioned By: Ethics Committee Chair David Wiesenthal, 33 others. Result of O5 vote: 5 Yea 8 Nay [DATA EXPUNGED BY THE ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] Motion: Utilize SCP-4403 to prevent the containment breach event of SCP-████ on ██/██/1999, causing destruction to 80% of Site-177 and loss of ████ personnel. Upon further investigation, cuts to Site-117's budget had delayed construction of a tertiary failsafe for SCP-████'s containment. Investigation shows that had the failsafe been in place, the damages done on ██/██/1999 would have been greatly mitigated. Motioned By: MTF Iota-10 Head Olga Dostov, Site 117 Director Chenyan Shang, 323 others. Result of O5 vote: 11 Yea 2 Nay OVERRIDDEN BY VETO FROM O5-1 "As tempting as it may be, I will not set such a dangerous precedent" -O5-1 [DATA EXPUNGED BY THE ORDER OF THE O5 COUNCIL] Motion: Acquire an answer from that 'stubborn old fart O5-1' on what they have to gain from stubbornly clinging on to nonsensical tradition that flies in the face of good sense and recent scientific findings. Motioned By: O5-9, O5-13, MTF Iota-10 Head Olga Dostov, Ethics Committee Chair David Wiesenthal, Site 117 Director Chenyan Shang, Research Head Dr. Advaitha Singh, 391 others. Result of O5 vote: 3 Yea 10 Nay Result: O5-9 and O5-13 censured. MTF Iota-10 Head Olga Dostov reassigned as member of Foundation Intelligence Council. Ethics Committee Chair David Wiesenthal and Director Chenyan Shang censured and given a pay cut. Dr. Advaitha Singh demoted to Level 3 [Researcher]. 'Any further discussion of what to do with SCP-4403-1 is over. The current containment procedures will remain in place'. - Official Statement from the O5 Council. While you may have chuckled at the idea of several prominent members of the Foundation calling O5-1 a 'stubborn old fart', to the aforementioned old guard, the fact that so many under their chain of command had such incompatible views on what to do with these anomalies was a wake up call. In response, they not only expunged what had happened during that meeting, but even the fact that there was something to be expunged. To the untrained eye, there is nothing unusual here. The Foundation is exactly the same as it was 25, 50 years ago. Herein lies the problem. Most Foundation Personnel were recruited for being brilliant thinkers and innovators in their field. Forming a gathering of such thinkers, and then telling them to not think and obey blindly, in hindsight, was foolish. And the funny thing is, prior to the debacle that was the last motion of the meeting, those that did voice dissent still followed protocol and followed their orders to the letter. Doling out punishments for violating orders and protocol is one thing. Actually doling out harsh punishments for daring to question authority was something that was never done before in the history of the Foundation. Ironically, O5-1 did set a dangerous precedent. I'll be blunt, SCP-4403-1 is no longer in the Foundation's possession. Take a couple hundred people who had spent decades working for our organization. All this time, they've been told that despite knowingly sending people to die at hands of horrors untold, despite seeing their friends and comrades be devoured by the same horrors, and in some cases, committing what would normally be a crime against humanity, their actions were just because the Foundation was just. We were content to send others to die in the dark, and die in the dark ourselves - because the world would live on in the light because of it. There weren't any 'active espionage attempts' or 'threats of invasion' from The Silent Crusade. Why would they need to use force and deception when the very people that are supposed to stand in opposition to them believed in what their mission? It just took one disillusioned person to defect to The Silent Crusade with SCP-4403-1. What happened with SCP-4403 was a huge wake up call for these people. They now had doubts. They weren't working for an organization that sought to do the most good, but instead for an organization who cared about maintaining control. The fact that the Foundation spent millions in funding and dwindling human resources to keep up the farce of containing an anomalous item that no longer existed in their possession was the final nail in the coffin for those that knew the truth. If you don't believe me, when the word inevitably comes out, The Foundation will blame their loss on 'Protocol Sleeping Nephilim' and the need to 'prevent panic and demoralization' or some other platitude along those lines. What is Protocol Sleeping Nephilim anyways? In short, The Silent Crusade sent its soldiers far ahead in time to acquire armaments so technologically advanced, any armed conflict between them any non-anomalous contemporary fighting force would result in a rout for the latter. These 'super soldiers' were put in stasis at a secure location, and every month, a member of the Silent Crusade would open a gateway to that safe location in order to prolong the stasis for another month. Should the Silent Crusade be unable to follow through because SCP-4403-1 was taken by force from an external enemy, the soldiers would awaken and, using quantum resonance tracking, relentlessly try to retrieve SCP-4403-1. You'd be surprised to learn that Protocol Sleeping Nephilim was never needed for the Silent Crusade to recover SCP-4403-1. Why win us over with bolts of plasma and motion projectors when they've already won over many of our hearts and minds? I tacked these pages onto the back of this document sheaf on 08/21/1983. On average, I wager a unique person with the clearance to view this document visits this particular location once every 50 days or so. The fact that this is still around for you to read should be proof enough of the wavering loyalty of many among our ranks to the Foundation. But know this, while I may have betrayed the Foundation by writing this, I still serve the idea the Foundation stood for, and hopefully will stand for in the future. So. With this knowledge, what will you do? Will you rip these unsanctioned addenda off the back of the containment file and report a major security breach as protocol demands? Will you decide that whoever comes after you has the right to know what happened to SCP-4403-1 and just leave this here? Will you leave the Foundation and look for other ways to serve humanity? It honestly does not matter to me which you choose. I chose what I thought would be the best for the world moving forward, and I made that choice by weighing the facts and coming to my own conclusions, instead of blindly following orders from a bureaucrat who, to me, was clearly out of touch. Many of my colleagues chose to stay, believing that as years pass and people die, there will come a time when those with their hearts in the right place will rise to positions of authority in the organization. Just as many chose to defect. Regardless, we shall die in the darkness so that the world can live in light. The battlefields in which we fight and die may differ, but our goals remain the same. I see one now. A dilapidated tram car, just like the one I used to ride in Mumbai with my mother before she passed away from tuberculosis. Right in the middle of the park 300 meters away from our building. Funny though, I don't remember taking any Mnestics. - Former Level 3 Researcher Advaitha Singh Footnotes 1. Uncontained 2. Including but not limited to 30 meters of rebar concrete foundation, 2 meter thick steel walls reinforced with █████ Alloy compression mesh, and ███████ technology blocking flux from both tachyon and █████ particles 3. ”Protocol Iron Sheaf is a step up from what the Foundation usually does for at-risk intel. On top of the information being only available on a need-to-know basis, the actual documents pertinent to SCP-4403 have been fully expunged in all electronic databases, and are only available in print in █ locations.” – RAISA Director Cade Whittaker 4. "Should a Foundation personnel be subject to blackmail by GoI-4403, amnesty will be granted to said employee for most crimes committed against the Foundation in exchange for reassignment of said personnel as a double agent working for the Foundation to gather information on GoI-4403." - Olga Dostov, Member of Foundation Intelligence Council and Former Head of MTF Iota-10 (Damn Feds). 5. Maintaining SCP-4403-1 under the Foundation's possession is of paramount importance due to the extreme deviation from normalcy misuse of SCP-4403 can cause to the standard time-line. Therefore, over 85% of Mu-32 personnel are combat veterans drafted from other MTFs 6. "Presumably to allow Silent Crusade Operatives to enter and exit vacuum or aquatic environments without compromising the entire facility, which raises another question - have these guys been fighting future wars in Space?" - Sargent Barry Choi, assigned to Mu-32 7. "We can't use most D-classes, that's for sure. Progress has been slow." -Level 4 Researcher Advaitha Singh 8. Quote attributed to Reverend Martin Luther King Jr. in current time-line. 9. "Simultaneous use of Amnestics and Mnestics are the chemical equivalent of Trepanation" - Dr. Marion Wheeler, Antimemetics Division. 10. Including but not limited to: Most Site Directors, MTF Heads and Veterans, The Ethics Council, the O5 Council, and Senior Members of RAISA 11. "There was a great amount of debate on whether if this level of armed response was necessary, as the Foundation has limited personnel, and there is an opportunity cost for using a MTF to aid in the containment of one anomaly. I cannot stress this enough, SCP-4403 was actively changing base timeline on a whim. We are lucky to have found GoI-4403 before they went and changed something in the past that potentially could have caused a cascade of events that eventually would have rendered the Foundation Nonexistent." -O5-2 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4403" by LifeBot, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4403. 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-4404 | keter | Item #: SCP-4404 Special Containment Procedures: A list of substances that can produce SCP-4404 (designated 4404-Variant-1, -2, etc.) is kept on file and is accessible to personnel with 4/4404 Clearance. Any 4404-Variant should be treated as highly toxic and is subject to standard hazardous material protocols. Whenever a new variant of SCP-4404 is identified, the Particulate Anomaly Interception Network must be updated to detect and neutralize the chemicals in question. Any deployment of SCP-4404 should be addressed by the closest detachment of MTF Beta-7 ("Maz Hatters") at the soonest opportunity. Individuals exposed to SCP-4404 should be taken into custody at the nearest suitable facility and sedated or restrained as necessary to minimize self-harm. Description: SCP-4404 is an olfactory memetic agent that can be produced via any of several chemical mixtures, all of which have the same effect. SCP-4404 itself is described as similar to the scents of blood and formaldehyde, though subjects state that it evokes ideas such as safety, isolation, and comfort. Any exposure to SCP-4404 results in a gradual decrease in the subject's tolerance for minor unpleasant sensations. Subjects describe an unwillingness to tolerate unpleasant feelings, rather than any alteration in their subjective experience of these sensations. This effect is not mitigated by amnestics. Within two days, subjects will begin to acknowledge or attend to sensations that they would normally ignore entirely. Outwardly, this presents as fidgeting, excessive scratching, and/or distraction. They will seek medical treatments and/or home remedies to mitigate these symptoms. These effects increase in severity at a steady rate. Between one and two weeks after exposure, the effects of SCP-4404 begin to prevent subjects from functioning normally. Minimizing unwanted sensations requires most of the subject's time and energy, preventing them from performing work or attending to relationships. Emotional distress — primarily in the form of anger and despair — is universal. The following is an excerpt from an interview with D-8705, a test subject who was exposed to SCP-4404 three weeks prior to the interview. Note that the transcript has been edited for readability, as D-8705 was highly agitated and had difficulty focusing on the conversation. D-8705: I can't take this. It's not fair. Dr. Novak: What's not fair? D-8705: I need serious help, but you people aren't taking it seriously! It's like there's ants crawling on my eyes, and there's worms slithering up my nose. Every time I sneeze, it's like there's an explosion going off in my head. It sucks! Dr. Novak: Yeah, spring allergies are a pain. D-8705: You have them too? How do you live with it? Dr. Novak: The same way you did before just a few weeks ago. I just put up with it. D-8705: Well I shouldn't have to put up with it! This lousy, stupid body won't leave me alone and I'm losing my fucking mind trying to fix it. Fuck everything else, I need to feel better. Dr. Novak: Does it feel worse than it used to be? Are you in more pain? D-8705: No, but I can't just ignore it now, I can't focus on anything else. I have a right to be comfortable. The technology exists. I shouldn't have to feel bad, ever. Left unsupervised, subjects will resort to drastic measures to eliminate unwanted sensations. Self-administration of anesthetic drugs is common, as is impromptu surgery to remove particularly troublesome regions or organs. In both cases, death is common. Subjects that survive for five weeks begin to undergo physical changes. Their fingernails will fall out and be replaced by sharpened, fingernail-shaped protrusions of the distal phalanxes; additionally, glands in the fingertips will begin to secrete a poorly understood watery substance designated SCP-4404-A. These effects allow subjects to easily remove strips of their own flesh and cover the wounds in SCP-4404-A. When in contact with an open wound, SCP-4404-A will quickly react with the blood to form a porcelain-like white shell 1.2-1.7cm thick that contains no nerve endings. Subjects will attempt to excise any part of their body that produces unwanted sensations and cover the wounds with SCP-4404-A, permanently halting any sensation from the affected area. This behavior will continue until the subject either fatally damages one or more of their vital organs (commonly the lungs or brain) or severs the tendons that allow them to move their arms. SCP-4404 was originally developed by SCP-3404-C sometime in November of 2017. It was first deployed in Murmansk, Russia, where 4404-Variant-1 was introduced to the ventilation system of a downtown office building. SCP-3404-C announced its involvement over several social media channels with the following statement: NEVER feel any pain. Pain shows that the body is in DANGER and Operation HEALTH stands against this for the sake of HUMANITY. Today in Murmansk we show the WORLD what health smells like. You cannot forget your BIRTHRIGHT of healthy living. We will perform TESTS to improve the smell and we will give you a BETTER smell, until EVERYONE feels good. The pure arctic water of RUSSIA tells you, via SYMBOLS, what your body can be: Sharp. White. PERFECT. SCP-3404-C has since staged four similar events — two with 4404-Variant-2, one with 4404-Variant-3, and one with 4404-Variant-4 — in various communities above or near the Arctic circle. It is inferred that SCP-3404-C is attempting to develop a 4404-Variant that can circumvent the Particulate Anomaly Interception Network and whose ingredients cannot be easily traced, as well as potential improvements to its functionality. It is assumed that once a suitable 4404-Variant is designed, SCP-3404-C will spread SCP-4404 on as large a scale as possible. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4404" by Communism will win, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4404. 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-4405 | safe | An instance of SCP-4405-1 in the remnants of U-991RF Item #: SCP-4405 Special Containment Procedures: The Foundation is to prevent access to SCP-4405-1 instances to unauthorized entities with universal transportation methods. Foundation Personnel may dine at instances of SCP-4405-1 with Level-3 clearance. Description: SCP-4405 is a series of events which affect the aftermath of the total obliteration of a universe. Should SCP-4405 occur, a single fully-functioning, fully-staffed TGI Friday's will take its place. Instances of TGI Fridays which appear through SCP-4405 are known as SCP-4405-1, and aside from a localized gravity field and a seemingly infinite source of power and food, they are entirely non-anomalous. Instances of SCP-4405-1 can be exited through windows and doors; however without means of locomotion, subjects who exit an SCP-4405-1 instance will slowly gravitate back towards the instance. Employees within instances of SCP-4405-1 are non-anomalous and make and serve food that is standard for a TGI Friday's. There have been no recorded patrons in instances of SCP-4405-1 beyond Foundation Personnel and other authorized entities. Below is an interview with the manager of SCP-4405-1-FR3Y4, one of the first known instances of SCP-4405-1 to manifest. The manager had not disclosed their name to the Foundation Agent performing the interview. <Begin Log> The Manager opens the door to their office, gesturing to Agent Ruth to sit in one of the two red leather chairs in front of their desk. Agent Ruth sits and The Manager closes the door behind them and sits in a chair behind their desk. The Manager: Figured a Fed would show up eventually. Which universe are you from? C4181? TDU8Y? Or maybe one of the fun ones, who knows, huh? Agent Ruth: I don't know if I have the clearance to tell you, but I'm guessing by your blasé attitude that you're used to being interrogated? The Manager chuckles to themself. The Manager: Well, this version of me isn't, but all the infinite other versions at the end of universes are. Agent Ruth: Do you have some kind of connection to the rest of them, then? Like, a psychic link? The Manager gestures dismissively. The Manager: Nah, more like… more like a shared brain. Like we're technically all the same person. Everyone in every Friday's is the same, just… different. Agent Ruth: Like a copy? Or a clone? The Manager: More like the sum of an equation. Two plus two is four, but so is one plus three. What happened in each universe that caused its life and caused its end don't matter, cause it all ends up as another fuckin' Friday's. Agent Ruth runs her fingers through her hair with one hand. Agent Ruth: Do all the other employees know? They all just seem like they're just… normal people. The Manager: They know. Of course they know, they're just like me. Not quite there because they're also everywhere else. It's why so many of us look bored, we're all just doing the same stuff in the same dead universe. The Manager crosses their arms and sighs, looking away. The Manager: I've had to explain this exact shit countless times already. Hell, some of the universes I've explained this to are now just Fridays like this. And just… The Manager and Agent Ruth are silent. Agent Ruth: So that's it, then? The Manager: That's it. Agent Ruth: A TGI Friday's? The Manager: Yup. Agent Ruth: All that is, all that ever will be, becomes a mediocre fast food chain at the end? The Manager: Yeah. That's it. That's all. The Manager and Agent Ruth fall silent again. Agent Ruth: Do we even know why? Why a TGI Friday's? The Manager: Well, my guess is about as good as yours. You got any guesses at hand? Agent Ruth: … I… Guess? The Manager: Shoot. Agent Ruth: Well. Though it's a bit self-centered of me, the fact that TGI Friday's is a human institution tells me it's got some link to humanity. As for what that link is… Agent Ruth looks up at the ceiling. Agent Ruth: Greed? Hedonism? I dunno. Agent Ruth shakes her head. Agent Ruth: We, like, societally, we just… consume. We go to our jobs and work, and we get home, and what do we do with our money? We buy fast food. We buy cable to watch TV shows littered with ads. We… buy brand name shoes, just for the name drop. We watch the good and the bad, barely interested in either, on the news, and then we drink until we get plastered. Agent Ruth sighs. Agent Ruth: And, and through all this, we don't even give a shit that the kids who come after us are going to inherit zilch, all because we're too busy getting fucked by having to survive through consuming trash, and we're too busy getting wasted to forget that. So… It makes sense this would be it. This is our legacy. This is our heritage. A fucking TGI Friday's. The Manager and Agent Ruth are silent for an extended period of time. The Manager then crosses their arms and snorts. The Manager: Shit, dude. Agent Ruth: Huh? The Manager: I just figured it was because the universe was never that great to begin with. Agent Ruth: Huh. The Manager: But I like yours better. Let's go with yours. Agent Ruth and The Manager remain seated and silent. The Manager: Anything else, any questions? Agent Ruth remains silent. The Manager: Yeah. I figured. This stuff ain't the best for greenhorns. I've seen lots a identity, existential crises in my time. You get used to it. The Manager puts their feet up on the desk, looking up at the ceiling. The Manager: 'Cuz, well… This is it. This is the end. This is all there will be, even when your universe dies. The Manager leans back in their chair. Agent Ruth: This really is… all there is. The Manager sighs. The Manager: Bingo, kid. Agent Ruth swallows loudly. Agent Ruth: I think I… do have a question then. The Manager: Shoot. Agent Ruth: You got drinks? The Manager chuckles. The Manager: You got ID? Agent Ruth nods her head, shows her identification, slowly stands up, and exits the office. Agent Ruth then sits in a booth and spends the next 45 minutes eating mozzarella sticks and drinking a Pan-Galactic Peach Long Island Iced Tea before paying and leaving SCP-4405-1-FR3Y4. <End Log> |
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