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SCP-4607 | safe | 2/4607 LEVEL 2/4607 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4607 Safe SCP-4607-A with various SCP-4607 organisms. Special Containment Procedures: Two deep-sea surveillance drones are to be deployed for monitoring SCP-4607-A. Vocalizations recorded from SCP-4607 specimens during deep-sea surveillance are to be submitted for analysis. Description: SCP-4607 is a complex localized ecosystem of anomalous deep-sea organisms inhabiting the carcass of an adult gray whale (designated as SCP-4607-A), composed of hagfish, sleeper sharks, abyssal sea cucumbers, squat lobsters and bone-eating zombie worms. Calculations indicate that SCP-4607-A will reach the sulfophilic stage1 in eight years. SCP-4607 organisms have been observed to communicate with each other through emitting infrasonic vocalizations. Although these sounds are detectable by any standard equipment capable of recording audio, all communication attempts have failed since specimens in captivity have been unresponsive during testing. SCP-4607-A was discovered by a team of marine biologists led by Site-113 oceanographer and acoustic ecologist Imogen Casbolt in 1987. SCP-4607-A was identified using scanning sonar technology at 1,240-m in the Cascadia Basin, northern Pacific Ocean. On 02/09/1987, during a deep-sea robotic exploration, the first series of vocalizations from SCP-4607 organisms were incidentally recorded. ▶ Open Video Log 4607-01 ◀ Close Foreword: This transcript follows the recorded conversation involving two hagfish specimens. Vocalisations resemble a conversation between two male individuals between 20 to 25 years of age. <Begin Log, 04:12:34> The camera approaches the two specimens. Indistinct conversations are audible until the camera reaches sufficient proximity. <04:12:55> I see <04:12:59> Please leave me alone already <04:13:07> What <04:13:08> No <04:13:14> The worms are here again <04:13:15> No way <04:13:15> Since when <04:13:18> I don't know but chief is pissed <04:13:21> Yeah, the whale's gonna reach the sulfophilic stage faster because of them <04:13:23> We searched for this whale for like seven months <04:13:23> We don't have time to find another one again <04:13:27> We know <04:13:29> Let's check the situation One specimen appears to look at the camera. <04:13:31> Wait Silence for three seconds. <04:13:34> Wait <04:13:35> Whoa what is that <04:13:38> It has lights <04:13:40> It's called glowing <04:13:42> What do you think is that <04:13:46> Maybe another whalefallist <04:13:51> Let me head closer One specimen appears to swim into closer view. <04:13:55> Oy what are you man Silence for 22 seconds. <04:14:17> It seems dead <04:14:20> Yeah let's head back Indistinct vocalisations are audible as both specimens swim out of view. <End Log, 04:14:29> Addendum: Additional Video Logs ▶ Open Video Log 4607-06 ◀ Close Foreword: This transcript follows the recorded conversation involving three hagfish specimens and one sleeper shark. Vocalisations resemble a conversation between two male and two female individuals between 15 to 20 years of age. <Begin Log, 04:26:34> The camera approaches all specimens from the top view. Indistinct conversations are audible until the camera reaches sufficient proximity. <04:26:40> What are you saying Stacy <04:26:43> Oh god you're dumb <04:26:47> Eat shit <04:26:51> Cooperate please guys <04:26:56> Sorry <04:26:58> Go on Mike <04:27:03> What I'm saying is <04:27:05> We need the worms gone <04:27:07> But how are gonna do that <04:27:10> Let's attack them <04:27:12> The hell <04:27:14> Can we really just eat them <04:27:18> Hey nobody said we're going to eat them <04:27:20> Do we really have to <04:27:23> We don't have much choice Mike <04:27:24> You know what happened last time <04:27:26> Our supposed food supply for five years was gone for like five weeks <04:27:32> How the hell are these worms finding these whales anyway <04:27:35> There are like trillions of them in the oceans <04:27:37> You're exaggerating <04:27:39> Am I <04:27:42> Jude come with me <04:27:45> Where are we going <04:27:47> To the chief <04:27:48> Okay <04:27:52> You guys should come <04:27:55> Do we have to <04:27:58> Fine then stay here One hagfish and the sleeper shark swims out of view. The remaining hagfish specimens remain silent for 7 minutes before resuming normal activity. <End Log,04:28:02> ▶ Open Video Log 4607-07 ◀ Close Foreword: This transcript follows the recorded conversation involving one hagfish specimen and one squat lobster. Vocalizations resemble a conversation between one human female between 15 to 20 years of age and a human male between 50 to 60 years of age. <Begin Log, 12:17:05> The squat lobster specimen seems to be consuming a portion of SCP-4607-A. Indistinct shouting is inaudible until both hagfish specimens swim into closer view. <12:17:28> Chief I know what we're going to do <12:17:30> Yeah Chief this is genius <12:17:34> Not this again <12:17:36> What is it <12:17:38> Let's attack the worms <12:17:40> Are you crazy <12:17:42> Only whisper Subsequent vocalizations appear to have lesser volume than normally recorded. <12:17:49> We can't escape them and you know that <12:17:55> For the hundreds of whale corpses we had why do this now <12:18:00> It's just that <12:18:02> It's just that I'm tired of scouring the oceans for dead whales <12:18:07> There are less and less of them for the past years <12:18:10> I'm not gonna eat marine snow <12:18:13> Nor dead wood <12:18:18> What are the odds of finding another whale than plastic waste <12:18:22> I'm tired now chief <12:18:25> We all are, Stace <12:18:36> We'd deal with this like we always do <12:18:38> But until when <12:18:39> Just trust me <12:18:44> For now try your best to avoid them <12:18:46> I'll try The hagfish swims out of view, while the squat lobster remains silent for 12 minutes before resuming normal activity. <End Log, 12:18:55> ▶ Open Video Log 4607-10 ◀ Close Foreword: This transcript follows the recorded conversations from Incident 4607-A, involving an estimated 70 Osedax deceptionensis specimens getting attacked by a hagfish. More hagfish, as well as other species, were also present in the incident. <Begin Log, 17:30:28> The hagfish and the sleeper shark approach a group of the Osedax worms attached on multiple rib bones of SCP-4607-A. Indistinct conversations increase in quality as the subjects swim in closer view. <17:30:40> You parasites still here <17:30:44> Leave now and don't ever come back <17:30:46> Esuriit2 <17:30:49> I don't care leave this place <17:30:55> Non nobis placere non consumamur inopia3 <17:30:57> You little Multiple worms can be seen being eaten by a hagfish specimen <17:31:01> Why did you do that Stacy <17:31:04> You said we're just going to scare them off <17:31:07> They will never leave <17:31:10> I know but they're just like us <17:31:13> Ubique sumus4 <17:31:17> Oh really The same hagfish can be seen eating the Osedax for around 3 minutes. <17:34:58> As easy as that A squat lobster approaches from underneath a dislocated rib bone. <17:35:06> Oh shit Stace your pops <17:35:11> What have you done Stacy <17:35:15> I just solved our problem <17:35:18> Now we have eight years to enjoy this whale before finding another Silence for 14 seconds. <17:35:32> We have to go now Stace catch you up later All other subjects except the squat lobster and one hagfish swim out of view. <End Log, 17:35:38> Update: After SCP-4607-A reached the sulfophilic stage on 01/25/████, research personnel from Site-113 captured and retrieved twenty SCP-4607 specimens for study. As expected, none of the captive SCP-4607 instances shown the same anomalous auditory properties as previously recorded. On 03/28/████, all captive SCP-4607 specimens attached with specialized underwater audio recorders were released on another whalefall on the Cascadia Basin. Research of SCP-4607 is ongoing. Footnotes 1. The third stage of a whalefall ecosystem, where "sulfophilic bacteria" anaerobically break down the lipids embedded in the bones. Due to the toxicity of H2S, only resistant chemosynthetic bacteria survive. 2. Latin for "hunger". 3. "Not to us, please do not be consumed by destitution." 4. "We are everywhere." ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4607" by Kenoma, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4607. 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-4608 | neutralized | close Info X SCP-4608 "Appleseed" by: DrAkimoto • Stay Tuned for the up-and-coming Ragnarok Series • ~DrAkimoto's Author Page~ 2/4608 LEVEL 2/4608 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4608 neutralized SCP-4608 prior to final containment protocols. Archived Preliminary Containment Procedures: The area surrounding SCP-4608 is to be quarantined using the cover story of a toxic chemical spill. Following neutralization, the plot of land should be rendered incapable of supporting flora via the application of specialized herbicide PQ4608. Due to the circumstance of SCP-4608's recovery, no further containment procedures were developed. Artistic depiction of John Chapman, created in 1860. Description: SCP-4608 was a 60-acre apple orchard containing over 22,000 trees, located on the outskirts of Milan, Indiana. Engraved on approximately 75% of trees within SCP-4608 were thaumaturgic sigils and symbols relating to occult Norse religions. Records indicate SCP-4608 was sown in 1826 by John Chapman,1 who maintained it until his death in 1845. John Chapman's obituary indicated he was the sole priest of the Allen County Church of Iðunn,2 though no records of a chapel or congregation exist. Photograph of a SCP-4608-1 instance, circa 1947 Due to the circumstance of their discovery, little is known about SCP-4608-1 and SCP-4608-2. All information has been gathered from the first-hand accounts of MSF Agents and the response transcripts. SCP-4608-1 were organisms consisting of unidentified plant-like muscular structures and a periderm resembling those found on common hardwoods. Instances ranged in height from 5 cm to 3 m and were capable of locomotion. Instances of SCP-4608-1 were highly aggressive, displaying territorial and predatory behavior. SCP-4608-2 was a large apple tree with 13 human faces imbedded in its periderm. These faces were capable of speech, though the language used is currently unidentified. SCP-4608-2 was found at the center of SCP-4608 and was hostile, using its roots as a means of manipulation. Discovery: A local logging company had purchased the land on which SCP-4608 was located. During the first logging expedition within SCP-4608, a member of the crew died as a result of a safety equipment malfunction. Shortly after, all remaining crew members were declared dead or missing; the search party was also presumed missing. On October 14, 1947, the Foundation was alerted to the occurrences surrounding SCP-4608 by police reports accompanied by a photograph of an SCP-4608-1 instance. A week later Site-81 sent a three-man investigation team. All three agents were presumed dead after four days without contact. Following the loss of communication with the investigation team, Site-81 dispatched a high-risk response team, Mobile Strike Force Bravo-7 ("Hometown Heroes"), to handle the situation. Response Log Transcripts Date: 10/15/1947 Response Team: MSF Bravo-7 Subject: 3 Squads of MSF Bravo-7 responding to SCP-4608 - Milan, Indiana. ALPHA Squad: Squad Lead: ALPHA-1 "Cap" Squad Members: ALPHA-4 "Square", ALPHA-5 "Fives", ALPHA-7 "Sev" [BEGIN LOG] [Camera pans to a small clearing of recently cut trees.] ALPHA-1: Alright. BETA Squad, you're heading east. GAMMA Squad, you're going west. Radio me in 30 minutes if you haven't found anything. BETA-1: Got it, Cap. Switching channels. GAMMA-1: Roger that. Move out boys, you heard the man. Switching- ALPHA-1: ALPHA Squad on me. We're scoping out the incident site— then we're movin' south. ALPHA-4: The equipment is set up just over there. Probably a good place to start, Cap. ALPHA-1: Well, no point in wasting time. Let's get this shit over with. ALPHA-7: Let's. This place gives me the creeps. [ALPHA Squad begins approaching the logging equipment; several bodies can be seen.] ALPHA-5: Christ, they didn't even clean this shit up. ALPHA-4: Cap, come take a look at this. [ALPHA-1 approaches ALPHA-4, who is crouched in front of mutilated human remains. The chest cavity has been ripped open and filled with apples.] ALPHA-4: What the fuck would do— [A loud shriek can be heard over all radios. The camera pans to the tree line.] ALPHA-1: Roll call, squad leads. BETA-1: Wasn't near us, Cap, but we heard it too. GAMMA-1: Came from the south-west. En route now. We are definitely not alone out here. BETA-1: Agreed. It's shy, whatever it is. Caught a glimpse, though; it's…fast. ALPHA-1: Check back in 15. [ALPHA-1 begins walking away from the logging equipment towards the tree line.] ALPHA-1: We're not doing shit just standing around these stiffs. Let's move. ALPHA-7: I don't know, guys. I got a bad feeling about this one. ALPHA-4: That's what you said in Ontario too, Sev. [ALPHA-4 and ALPHA-5 both laugh.] ALPHA-5: Cut him some slack— that was a big fuckin' turtle. ALPHA-7: Listen, that was- ALPHA-1: Cut the chatter. [ALPHA Squad enters the tree line.] ALPHA-5: Look at this tree. [Camera pans to an apple tree. A sigil is etched into the periderm.] ALPHA-1: Shit if I know what that means. ALPHA-7: Got some over here too, Cap. ALPHA-4: Looks like it's all over the place. [Another loud shriek is heard. Several seconds later, multiple shrieks are heard in the opposite direction.] BETA-1: Cap, that second one came from this direction. ALPHA-1: Regis, be prepared for anything. The bodies we found… let's just say you don't want to be on the wrong end of this one. BETA-1: Got it, Cap. We found some sort of path, going to follow it. Stay safe. ALPHA-1: Heads on swivel, boys. [ALPHA Squad walks south for 10.5 minutes. Extraneous dialogue removed.] ALPHA-4: Movement, 2 o-clock— 3— 5. Fuck, it's fast. [Camera pans to ALPHA-4. A blur of motion can be seen behind him.] ALPHA-1: Form up! [Several gunshots can be heard over the radio; the loud shriek can be heard before several lower shrieks from all directions.] BETA-1: We've got a man down, Cap. These fuckers don't die right. ALPHA-1: Confirmed kill? BETA-1: Negative. Bullets didn't do a god damn thing. Keep a close eye [Gunshots can be heard over the radio.] Keep your [Gunshots] fucking trees. They look like fucking plants. ALPHA-7: Fuck. Where's Fives? ALPHA-1: Fives! Fives! Square, you got eyes on Fives? Square? Jesu- ALPHA-7: Shit. Cap, I got Fives over here. ALPHA-1: Fives, why the fuck didn- [Camera faces ALPHA-7. Behind him, ALPHA-5 is seen bisected and hanging by his intestines from the trees.] ALPHA-1: We need to move now. [ALPHA Squad begins moving west at a fast pace. A loud shriek is heard followed by another shriek directly behind ALPHA Squad.] ALPHA-7: Cap, watch out! [Camera blurs before settling on an SCP-4608-1 instance a meter from ALPHA-1.] [END LOG] BETA Squad: Squad Lead: BETA-1 "Regis" Squad Members: BETA-6 "Sixes", BETA-8 "Eight", BETA-9 "Nino" [BEGIN LOG] [BETA Squad is moving quickly down a dirt path.] BETA-1: Sixes, make sure you keep pressure on that wound. BETA-9: What the fuck! Those things came out of nowhere. What's the plan, Regis? BETA-1: I don't know, Nino. Just stay the fuck away from the apples. BETA-6: [Strained laughter.] That's a good one, Reg, but I need a br- [BETA-6 collapses to the ground.] BETA-1: Nino, get him up, now. I'll cover. BETA-1: Cap, we aren't doing so good over here. One KIA, one injured. Could use a little help. Cap? Cap? GAMMA-1: [Gunshots] I think we're on our own, Regis. Switch to high impact [Gunshots] or explosive rounds. These fuckers ain't so tough. BETA-1: What's your location? We need assistance. [BETA-9 is now carrying BETA-6 over his shoulder as BETA Squad continues down the path.] GAMMA-1: [Gunshots] We aren't exactly having a picnic here. [Gunshots] sure you watch out after the first scream. It's like a call-response type thing [Gunshots] BETA-9: Regis! Over here, look! [Camera pans to show a small brick chapel. The louder shriek can be heard. The response shrieks can be heard from all directions.] BETA-1: Get him in there! Go go go! [The camera view swings behind BETA Squad, showing 3 SCP-4608-1 in close pursuit. BETA Squad enters the chapel and slams the door.] BETA-1: Put him down and give me a hand with this pew. [BETA-9 slouches BETA-6 against the wall before helping BETA-1 barricade the door. SCP-4608-1 can be heard slamming on the door.] BETA-1: That should buy us so- BETA-9: Oh shit. [Camera pans around to show BETA-9 standing in front of a wall composed of human skulls.] BETA-1: Hey! Snap out of it. We don't have time for slack jawin'. Wake Sixes up. Fuckin' stick a finger in his wound if you have to. BETA-9: Sorry; you got it. [BETA-1 begins rummaging through various scrolls and books on the shelves before pushing all of them to the floor.] BETA-1: God damn, there's nothing but chicken-scratch bullshit. I can't read any of this. [The call and response shrieks are heard again. The slamming on the door grows louder and more frequent.] BETA-6: What is goin- BETA-9: He's up, Regis. You better come look at this wound, though. [BETA-1 walks over and focuses his light on BETA-6's leg wound. The area around the wound is showing advanced necrosis. Several apple seeds can be seen embedded in and around the wound.] BETA-6: What do you mean— Oh god! BETA-1: [Hands BETA-9 a small medical kit] Dig those fucking things out and clean it up. We have to move. BETA-9: Gotcha. Sixes, this shit's gonna hurt. [BETA-1 walks back to the other side of the chapel. Sixes' muffled grunts can be heard in the background. The call and response shrieks are occurring more frequently.] BETA-1: [Speaking quietly into his radio] Jones, you copy? I'm fucking trapped. I don't know what to do. GAMMA-1: I'm getting close, I'm- I'm almost to the source. Going quiet. [Static can be heard over ALPHA-1's radio channel.] BETA-1: Cap! Thank God, where the fuc- ALPHA-7: C-can anyone hear me? Come in, can anyone hear me? BETA-1: Sev, is that you? What the fuck is going on? Where's Cap? ALPHA-7: Dead, the-they're all dead. I'm heading west I think. I can't tell at this point, I- I think I'm getting close. BETA-1: Close to what- [BETA-1 is cut off by the sound of BETA-9 screaming] [Camera swings around to show BETA-9 flailing on the ground. Twenty-five SCP-4608-1 instances are seen ripping off chunks of his flesh. More instances can be seen emerging from BETA-6's mouth, eyes, and leg wound.] BETA-1: Fuck, fuck, fuck! [BETA-1 is seen firing his weapon as the SCP-4608-1 instances begin to rush towards him.] ALPHA-7: Regis? Regis? … Anybody? [END LOG] GAMMA Squad: Squad Lead: GAMMA-1 "Jones" Squad Members: GAMMA-10 "Tener", GAMMA-11 "Elve", GAMMA-12 "Doz" [BEGIN LOG] [GAMMA-1 is slowly walking toward a clearing in the orchard. Several inhuman voices can be heard speaking in an unidentified language.] GAMMA-1: I gotta put you down, Tener. I think we got bogies ahead. [GAMMA-1 slouches as he drops GAMMA-10 off his back.] GAMMA-1: Tener? Fuck. [Camera swings around to show GAMMA-10 disemboweled on the ground. GAMMA-1 searches GAMMA-10's pockets before pulling out a grenade.] GAMMA-1: Dammit, John, you were too good for this shit. [Inaudible whispering] ALPHA-7: —think this is the channel. GAMMA Squad, do you copy? GAMMA Squad, do- GAMMA-1: [Speaking quietly] Sev, fuck, what's goi- ALPHA-7: Everyone is dead. I think BETA Squad is the same. Are you guys alright? [Camera swings back to GAMMA-10's body.] GAMMA-1: It's just me. [The inhuman speech stops, and rhythmic shrieks begin. These shrieks last for 93 seconds.] ALPHA-7: Oh god— look at the trees. [Camera pans to see human faces emerging from the trees surrounding GAMMA-1. The faces are sobbing as blood pours from their empty eye sockets.] GAMMA-1: Fuck this. [GAMMA-1 stands as he enters the clearing. SCP-4608-2 can be seen in the center. All 13 faces stop shrieking, and begin frantically vocalizing in the unknown language.] GAMMA-1: Holy fuck. [GAMMA-1 fires several rounds at SCP-4608-2, which continues to vocalize.] ALPHA-7: Hold on Jones, I'm almost ther- GAMMA-1: Get the fuck out of here, get out and get back up, call in- [grunting] [Camera snaps down to see a large root constricting around GAMMA-1. The sound of several bones breaking can be heard.] GAMMA-1: Don't wo- worry, I wasn't going an-anywhere. [GAMMA-1 gurgles a laugh as he throws the grenade at SCP-4608-2.] [A loud snap is heard before GAMMA-1 goes limp. SCP-4608-2 can be seen erupting into flames as it begins to collapse. The camera and GAMMA-1's body fall to the ground; the camera shows the surrounding trees screaming— their branches spontaneously combusting. Several SCP-4608-1 can be seen weaving through the trees, also on fire.] ALPHA-7 Oh my god, shit, shit, Jones I'm- I'm sorry I can't- I have to [Coughing.] go. [END LOG] Closing Statement: On October 16, 1947 ALPHA-7 was recovered by the Allen County Fire Department, unconscious and suffering from exhaustion and smoke inhalation. The Site-81 Concealment Team took control of the situation and quarantined the area using the cover story of a toxic chemical hazard. Following debriefing and a psychological evaluation, ALPHA-7 was administered amnestics and switched to low-risk recovery assignment. The members of MSF Bravo-7 were posthumously awarded the Foundation Star for their efforts during the neutralization of SCP-4608. Footnotes 1. An American pioneer commonly known as Johnny Appleseed. 2. In Norse mythology, Iðunn is the goddess associated with apples and youth. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4608" by DrAkimoto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4608. 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: File:Photograph of Logged Off, Burned Over, Nonrestocking Private Land - NARA - 2129428.jpg Name: thing.png Author: U.S. National Archives and Records Administration License: CC BY 2.0 Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: File:Johnny Appleseed 1.jpg Name: one Author: H. S. Knapp License: public domain Source: Wikimedia Commons Filename: File:Burning Man 2013 Drifts (10227016246).jpg Name: two Author: Jennifer Morrow License: public domain Source: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4609 | safe | SCP-4609 Item #: SCP-4609 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4609 is to be contained in Site-99, along with its current researcher Dr. Ogden. Neither SCP-4609 or Dr. Ogden are ever to leave Site-99. SCP-4609 itself is stored within a sealed testing chamber. All testing on SCP-4609 is to be performed remotely by Dr. Ogden and logged in the provided records. No objects or entities other than SCP-4609 and Dr. Ogden are to reside within Site-99, nor are they to enter the surrounding area. The only observation of Site-99 permitted is a monitor designed to keep track of Dr. Ogden's heartbeat. In order to prevent Dr. Ogden from leaving Site-99, it has been designed in such a way that exiting from the inside is impossible. Entrance to Site-99 from the outside is only possible via an access code that will only be provided upon the appointment of Dr. Ogden's successor. In order to discourage Dr. Ogden from committing suicide, the majority of objects that could be used for self-termination are to be removed from Site-99. In addition, no communications out of Site-99 are to be permitted due to the risk of accidentally providing information that could lead to accurate speculation regarding SCP-4609. Site-99 has also been stocked with food and water supplies sufficient to last approximately one-hundred years. Video messages from Dr. Ogden's wife and children child are to be streamed to Site-99 periodically in order to maintain his morale. No personnel other than Dr. Ogden are to have access to this complete file. Following the death of Dr. Ogden, access to this file is to be passed onto his immediate successor. Description: SCP-4609 is an antique wooden wardrobe which possesses anomalous properties that prevent knowledge regarding it from spreading. Only one individual may possess specific knowledge regarding SCP-4609 at a time. Should a second individual gain specific knowledge about SCP-4609, the previous holder of the knowledge will instantly expire. Should a group of individuals learn specific details about SCP-4609 at once, the final individual to consciously register that information will be the only survivor. These anomalous properties come into effect only when information concerning SCP-4609's specific physical attributes or properties. For example, learning that SCP-4609 is a physical object would not activate it, but learning that it is a wardrobe would. In the same manner, knowing that only one individual should know about SCP-4609 would not activate its anomalous properties, but knowing the specific consequences of more than one individual knowing about SCP-4609 would. The method by which an individual learns these details regarding SCP-4609 is not a factor; it activates both with concrete knowledge and accurate speculation. SCP-4609 is highly resistant to damage, with all efforts to breach it so far being unsuccessful. As such, the contents of SCP-4609 are currently unknown. SCP-4609 was first brought into Foundation custody following numerous deaths in Birmingham, England due to knowledge of it spreading within a local area. The deployed operative and only survivor of the incident, Agent Markson, was able to securely store SCP-4609 and conceal it from sight, allowing it to be transported to Site-34. However, upon arrival, mishandling of the container caused numerous members of personnel to view SCP-4609 simultaneously, killing all of them except Doctor Alan Ogden, who concocted and volunteered for current containment procedures in order to keep SCP-4609 secure while preserving his own life. Test Log 4609-1: Current testing is to focus on breaching SCP-4609's exterior in order to gain a full inventory of its contents. Test Date: 22/12/1983 Method: Physical attack w/ provided sledgehammer. Duration: 60 seconds. Initial Result: Failure. Further Details: No noticeable effect on SCP-4609's surface, despite significant markings being left on the sledgehammer from the strength of the attack. Test Date: 24/12/1983 Method: Incineration. Duration: 60 seconds. Initial Result: Failure. Further Details: Despite the surface of SCP-4609 heating up considerably following the test, no actual damage could be found. Test Date: 26/12/1983 Method: Electrocution (10,000 volts). Duration: 60 seconds. Initial Result: Failure. Further Details: No noticeable effect. Test Date: 31/12/1983 Method: Crushing. Duration: 180 seconds. Initial Result: Failure. Further Details: No matter how much force was applied, SCP-4609 could not be crushed. Test had to be halted early to prevent damage to equipment. Test Date: 23/02/1984 Method: Crushing. Duration: 30 minutes. Initial Result: Failure. Further Details: No effect. Crushing equipment damaged beyond repair. [EXTRANEOUS TESTS EXCISED] Test Date: 21/11/2032 Method: Incineration. Duration: Six months, with one-hour intervals to allow for maintenance of required equipment. Initial Result: Success? Further Details: Suspected burn on the underside of SCP-4609! Cannot yet be confirmed. Test Date: 22/11/2033 Method: Electrocution (100,000 volts) Duration: Twelve months, with one-hour intervals to allow for maintenance of required equipment. Initial Result: Success! Further Details: Doors on SCP-4609 shake heavily following twelve-month mark. Opening of SCP-4609 is feasible, confirmed feasible! Test Date: 23/11/2035 Method: Electrocution (100,000 volts) Duration: Twenty-four months, with three-hour intervals to allow for maintenance of required equipment due to difficulties caused by age. Initial Result: Success!!! Further Details: SCP-4609 shakes violently following twenty-four month mark, with doors very nearly opening! Test Date: 24/11/2040 Method: Electrocution (100,000 volts) Duration: Sixty months, with three-hour intervals to allow for maintenance of required equipment. Initial Result: success Further Details: empty ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4609" by Tanhony, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4609. 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: File:Etnografski-Wardrobe.jpg Name: scpwardrobe.jpg Author: Молли License: CC BY-SA 4.0 Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Etnografski-Wardrobe.jpg |
SCP-4610 | safe | Item #: SCP-4610 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4610 is to be contained at Site-15 in a standard anomalous object container. Thus far, only the original instance of SCP-4610 has been located, however it is believed there may be additional copies of the program in circulation. Given the specific requirements for SCP-4610 to operate, previous Foundation efforts used to locate similar products from the PoI 'dado' have been deemed sufficient in order to obtain any further instances. SCP-4610 is unable to be removed from the disk it is on. It is required that the disk is inspected by a Foundation IT Technician prior to any testing, due to both the age of the disk, and the history of equipment faults with the specific brand and production date of the ZIP100 disk SCP-4610 is located on. Three computers have been prepared for the testing of SCP-4610, due to its requirement of specific computer technology1. Following Incident 4610-BR, no testing is to occur when storms are expected on the testing day, within a 5-mile radius of the testing site. As a precaution following this event, all three testing computers have been fitted to a backup power supply. Description: SCP-4610 is a program located on a single ZIP100 disk with 'cloud compute by dado' written in black marker on the top. Attempts by Foundation programmers to analyse the source code of the program have proven inconclusive, and it appears to have been written in an unknown programming language. When the program is run on a suitable computer2, a window opens displaying an ASCII display of the closest cloud formation within a 5-mile radius. This display has been confirmed as having a 5-second reaction to anything that occurs to the cloud. How the program obtains and generates this information is unknown, as this occurs regardless of any components being fitted to the computer to allow it to communicate with networks. It has however been noted that SCP-4610 appears to favor vertical distance over horizontal when selecting a cloud to connect to. The program appears to have been intended to function similar to a cloud network, allowing the transfer of files between multiple devices. Text files3 and image files4 can be transferred from the user's computer onto the cloud. SCP-4610 is then believed to transfer the file to the physical cloud, via an unknown method. The ASCII display of the physical cloud will be updated to display the file name of the selected file. Other computers using the program are then able to access this file, and transfer it accordingly. Only text and image files can be transferred via this method. If any other file type is attempted to be manipulated by SCP-4610, a warning message will appear, displaying the message 'file too big!' regardless of file size. Sending files takes 5 seconds per kilobyte of data. Testing with Foundation standard text files has shown the program somehow interprets the filename as the size of the files, and not their actual size. As such, a 1 byte document with a 26 character file name is treated as a larger file and transferred more slowly than the so-far largest tested Foundation file, a 1.2 terabyte file with a single character as a file name. How this occurs is not understood at this time, and is presently being researched. Foundation aerial surveillance and drones have confirmed that no observable changes occur to the clouds during this process. Recovery: SCP-4610 was delivered to the Site-15 PO Box via Amazon Prime. The origin point of SCP-4610 is unknown, as are why this item was sent to the Foundation, and how the sender gained knowledge of the Site-15 PO Box. The following note was included. Handwriting on the note matches previous notes from the PoI 'dado' Transcription of included note: hello this is dado good excellent gift 4 long time dado supporter! dado is undergo many hardship at moment, but dado is hero of capitalism. dado is undergo restructure and so dado send fine gift to good customer like u. secret dado product no intended for stores. just 4 u. because u trust dado, dado 2 trusts u yes cloud compute is proper cloud compute that uses the clouds as advertised, and not false advertisement or horse. instructions for use: 1 insert disk into slot on compute. please to make sure this is correct slot. 2 open 'cloud.dado' yes 3 drag item from your computer onto cloud. now item in the cloud and other compute using fine dado product can access file! 4 do not use when in rain or storm or oh no, file lost and get wet. thank you again 4 being the good dado customer dado Addendum 4610-BR: On 08/09/2018, 20 files of a Foundation Standard Text File were uploaded. An unexpected storm cell came through the area surrounding Site-15, ultimately causing a blackout. Power was immediately returned to all essential areas of the Site, however the testing room was not considered part of this. Despite efforts, a suitable computer with power could not be located before the cloud used for testing broke. Approximately 20,000 pieces of paper each bearing the text contained in the files fell from the sky alongside the rain. Following the subsequent cleanup, all computers testing SCP-4610 have been fitted with a backup power supply. Attempts to confirm the origin of the paper generated in this event have proven inconclusive. Footnotes 1. Testing has shown that all known brands of external Zip drive are unable to operate SCP-4610, regardless of the method in which they connect to the computer. 2. While the specific extension used by the file, .dado, is not a recognised extension of any standard file type, it has been found to work on all tested operating systems. 3. Accepted file formats: .txt, .rtf, .doc 4. Accepted file formats: .bmp, .jpg, .gif ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4610" by Mecheon, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4610. 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-4611 | keter | The Bears And The Bees close Info X SCP-4611: The Bears And The Bees Author: Mortos If you like this, check out some of my other articles: SCP-4454 (+81) SCP-4533 (+156) SCP-4633 (+408) More by Mortos An instance of SCP-4611-1 in the Site-72 external habitat. Item #: SCP-4611 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4611 colonies sufficient to maintain a healthy population are to be kept in the External Wildlife Habitat of Site-72. Due to the inefficacy of tranquillisers, wild instances of SCP-4611-1 are to be captured using humane trapping methods and transported to Site-72. Following Incident 4611-02, aerial defence emplacements are to be established surrounding the perimeter of the External Wildlife Habitat. Description: SCP-4611 is a species of insect superficially similar to Apis mellifera (western honey bee) in appearance and behaviour. SCP-4611 colonies construct animated hives, designated SCP-4611-1, that possess the appearance and behaviours of Ursus arctos (brown bears). The skin, musculature, skeleton and internal organs of SCP-4611-1 are made entirely of beeswax, and structured internally as a non-anomalous beehive. The fur, claws, eyes and other externally visible features are consistent with their non-anomalous counterparts. SCP-4611 behaves almost identically to other species' of honey bee, with the exception that the swarm will typically remain idle within SCP-4611-1 as it moves to a suitable location before emerging from beneath the fur to forage for nectar. The "skin" layer of SCP-4611-1 is anomalously strong for beeswax, allowing it to maintain structural integrity while moving, in addition to providing a defensive layer for the colony; SCP-4611-1 has been to observed to actively fight non-anomalous bears and other predators that attempt to retrieve the honey contained within it. When combined with the natural defences of SCP-4611 itself1, the colony is typically successful in such defences. The queen of an SCP-4611 colony resembles the instance of SCP-4611-1 in which it resides. Once fully developed, the queen stops feeding on royal jelly and instead consumes the honey produced by the colony. Due to the fact that the SCP-4611-1 instance becomes inanimate upon the death of the queen, it is assumed that the queen is responsible for the animation of the hive. This cannot be confirmed as no way of removing the queen without first destroying SCP-4611-1 has been found. Incident 4611-01: Following the retrieval of a wild instance of SCP-4611-1 and its introduction into the Site-72 habitat, the new instance immediately became hostile to one of the existing instances. This ultimately resulted in a violent confrontation in which the existing instance was destroyed and the queen devoured by the newly introduced instance. The instance then consumed the wax and honey of the neutralised hive, resulting in a rapid increase in mass. The surviving members of the destroyed hive were absorbed into the new colony, which at the time of writing measures 4.2m long and 2.5m tall. No further aggressive behaviour between instances has been observed. Incident 4611-02: On 11/04/2019 an entity resembling a western honey bee measuring approximately 2m long, designated SCP-4611-2, entered the Site-72 External Wildlife Habitat and attacked the SCP-4611-1 instance involved in Incident 4611-01. SCP-4611-2 caused a large puncture using its stinger, then landed on the back of SCP-4611-1. Numerous small entities resembling brown bears measuring approximately 5cm long (designated SCP-4611-3) then emerged from its abdomen. The SCP-4611-3 instances swarmed into the wound caused by the stinger and then exited approximately 30 seconds later, dragging the queen of the colony with them and neutralising the SCP-4611-1 hive. The SCP-4611-3 instances pulled the queen into the abdomen of SCP-4611-2, which then took off and fled the area. A surveillance drone followed for approximately 1km before being destroyed by SCP-4611-2. The origin, nature, and current location of SCP-4611-2 is under investigation. Footnotes 1. Members of SCP-4611 possess stingers analogous to non-anomalous bee species. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4611" by Mortos, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4611. 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: bear.jpg Name: Brown bear on rock Author: Nixinova License: Public Domain Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4612 | esoteric-class | close Info X Hecatoncheires Cycle Hub More by this author 3/4612 LEVEL 3/4612 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4612 Eckhart House Special Containment Procedures: Due to extreme difficulty relocating SCP-4612-A, a perimeter maintained by a barbed wire fence has been established around Provisional Site-91. The Site is a converted 18th Century manor in Yorkshire, England, commonly referred to as Eckhart House. Any unauthorized individuals found at Provisional Site-91 are to be interrogated for any possible connection to Group of Interest ALPHA-019 ("Serpent's Hand"). Members of the Serpent's Hand are to be processed by the Ethics Committee. SCP-4612-B is uncontained at this time, as its whereabouts are unknown. Foundation webcrawler I/O METATRON is to scrub all social media and internet postings for mentions of a figure fitting description of SCP-4612-B. Mobile Task Force Beta-777 (“Hecate’s Spear”) are to be notified of sightings of SCP-4612-B. Description: SCP-4612 refers to two related anomalies. SCP-4612-A is the body of a large limaciform invertebrate, consisting of white translucent flesh with elastic texture. The body shows no sign of decay despite centuries having passed since estimated time of death. The cadaver is ten meters in length, one meter in width, and lying atop a stone altar. The cadaver’s anatomy includes six human arm shaped structures measuring 3 meters in length. Each arm terminates at a hand with ten digits and a crystal structure in the palm. A flexible fin travels down the length of SCP-4612-A. There is a lengthwise, posthumously executed incision along the underside of the cadaver. The cadaver’s blood is bright blue and uncoagulated. SCP-4612-A emits considerable amounts of Akiva radiation.1 The cadaver has emitted a steady increase in its radiation for unknown reasons since its discovery. SCP-4612-A is housed in an underground structure beneath Provisional Site-91. The door to the vault is located on the exterior of Eckhart House and leads to an underground structure beneath the wine cellar. The door is inscribed with thaumaturgical glyphs which, at one time, induced a mild cognitohazard causing the viewer to ignore the entryway. The underground structure is constructed of stone blocks, many of which are charred and warped from heat. Cuneiform glyphs of unknown thaumaturgical purpose are etched onto the surface of many of the stone blocks. SCP-4612-B is a humanoid entity 1.75 meters tall of average build, with eyes that glow a bright blue. SCP-4612-B has demonstrated the ability to manipulate thermal energy and exhibited anomalous strength far beyond what is expected given its height and build. SCP-4612-B has referred to SCP-4612-A as its father, despite being two distinct species. See Incident 4612-1. ▷ Addendum 4612-1 ▽ Access Granted ATTENTION Authorized by O5 Council This notice is issued for all personnel viewing the following memo: Special dispensation has been granted by the O5 Council for review of Level 5/4612 clearance materials attached to the memo. General clearance to review the SCP-4612 file is required to read these materials. 4612 From the Desk of Iona Varga, MD/PhD – Director, Provisional Site-91 To: All Level 3 Clearance personnel cleared to review SCP-4612’s File RE: Concerning the origins and significance of SCP-4612-A Through broad historical survey, numerous events categorized as a backsliding of technological capabilities have been identified. Many of these instances have grounded explanations by historians, but some do not. The following is a short sample of recorded appearances by SCP-4612-A in the historical record coinciding with such a technological cultural impediment. Event of Interference Time period Evidence/commentary Decline of Sumer circa 2000 B.C.E Renditions of SCP-4612-A were on early Sumerian pottery shards, inviting speculation RE: interference of the entity in Sumerian culture, raising questions about the end of that culture’s dominance in the area. Late Bronze Age Collapse circa 1100 B.C.E. After the great conflict between Mekhanite culture and Sarkic forces in the Bronze Age Mediterranean area, most of the fabled technology of those who follow the Broken God vanished instead of affecting the progress of bronze age technologies. SCP-4612-A matches the description of ancient scrolls apparently written by a Mekhanite priest circa 1000 B.C.E. previously interpreted to be a mythical representation of Sarkic bioforms. Decline of Daevite Culture circa 200 B.C.E. As is discussed in SCP-140, the culture of the Daevites vanished after being defeated by Chinese forces. Archaeological digs have revealed murals at a Daevite ritual site dating to this period depicting a creature that can be interpreted to be SCP-4612-A, again raising the question of the entity's involvement with that culture's end. Early Middle Ages Europe 400-800 C.E. Recent historical documents originating in a monastery at Lindisfarne describe a demonic creature matching the description of SCP-4612-A appearing in the year 412 C.E. Black Death 1347-1352 C.E. Journal entries found in a burial site from the period in Sicily describe visitation of a spirit causing outbreaks of black plague in the surrounding area. The spirit described matches the appearance of SCP-4612-A. ▽ Access Granted Entrance to underground vault housing SCP-4612-A. Discovery: SCP-4612-A was discovered on December 19, 1986 when Foundation agents surveilling a known member of the Serpent’s Hand (designated as POI-39978K) followed POI-39978K onto the grounds of Eckhart House. Agents observed POI-39978K perform an unknown thaumaturgical ritual and enter the door to the underground structure housing SCP-4612-A. The agents then pursued and witnessed POI-39978K kneeling before the remains, weeping. Upon seeing SCP-4612-A, Foundation agents detained POI-39978K and called for reinforcements. MTF-Beta-777 mobilized from Site-06-03, arriving roughly 8 hours after Foundation personnel reported the anomaly. MTF-Beta-777 are specially trained in thaumaturgical countermeasures and always staffed with at least two Class-A thaumatologists. MTF personnel were accompanied by Agent Rebekah Douglas, Level-3 psychometrist.2 Thaumaturgical glyphs etched into the stone passageway leading to SCP-4612-A Survey of the site revealed no obvious anomalies other than the cadaver of SCP-4612-A. The corpses of 23 human males of various ages were found surrounding SCP-4612-A. Most of the corpses were significantly desiccated, charred and had skeletal structures partially incinerated. Several of the corpses were dismembered due to blunt force trauma. Agent Douglas noted substantial psychic trauma present in all human remains on site. ▷ Third Interview of POI-39978K. ▽ Access Granted Third Interview of POI-39978K3 Interviewer – Dr. Iona Varga – Director of Provisional Site-91 Interview Subject – POI-39978K Background: Interview was performed at Provisional Site-91 several months after apprehension of POI-39978K. Interview subject was detained at the site since apprehension undergoing standard interrogation escalation protocols, and appears disheveled and pale. Varga: What do you know about Eckhart House? POI-39978K does not respond. Varga: Listen, we can do this for weeks if you want. You belong to what’s little more than a terrorist group, and we don’t have the Geneva Protocols in play here. POI-39978K does not respond but looks down at her hands, breaking eye contact with Dr. Varga. Varga: Have it your way. If you want to see why you call us Jailers first hand, it doesn’t bother me. I have tests to run. Dr. Varga gets up to leave but halts when POI-39978K speaks. POI-39978K: Ok, Jesus. I don’t know much anyway. Dr. Varga continues standing, looking down at POI-39978K. She gestures for POI-39978K to continue. POI-39978K: Alright, I know that the original master of the house was an occultist. The house was named after him, I think. I ran across reference to his reaching out to the Library and wanted to investigate. I didn’t know what I would find. Dr. Varga sits across from POI-39978K and resumes taking notes. Varga: There’s no record of a subbasement under this structure, how did you find it? POI-39978K: I surveyed the building and viewed the door by using a thaumaturgical working. Varga: Do you know what species that cadaver is? POI-39978K: …What species is a god? Varga: Do you really believe that invertebrate is a god? POI-39978K: I don’t know… it’s an alien entity that was ritually butchered. What would you call it? Varga: An anomaly. POI-39978K shakes her head, puts her head on the table. Varga: What aren’t you telling us? Aren’t you Librarians big supporters of the dissemination of knowledge? POI-39978K: [Still with her head down.] I know the timing was important. Varga: What do you mean? POI-39978K: What happened here in the late 1770’s? Dr. Varga looks down at her notes. Varga: I’m a geneticist and xenobiologist, but I remember reading that the Industrial Revolution started in England around that time.4 But what does that have to do with a non-terrestrial cadaver? POI-39978K: I don’t know… but I came here to find out. END LOG ▽ Access Granted William Henry Eckhart approximately a year prior to the meteor strike and his disappearance. Historical Context The individual referenced by POI-39978K is believed to be William Henry Eckhart, initial owner and resident master of Eckhart House. Eckhart was an active member in several occult societies and held regular meetings of such societies at his home. Eckhart made his fortune mining iron and copper. Local historians have theorized that he was investing in the burgeoning movement towards industrial revolution. Records from the Yorkshire Historical Society mention a “meteor strike” occurring on the evening of September 17, 1779, causing significant damage to the House. The structure does not currently exhibit damage commensurate with such an event. Mr. Eckhart was last seen by his servants entering his library on the morning of the meteor strike and was considered dead after the incident. No mention of the underground structure or SCP-4612-A are made in the historical record. Local legends note that a man made of fire was seen walking out of the ruined house after the impact.5 The following letter from Eckhart was retrieved in a raid upon a Serpent’s Hand stronghold. Relevance to this entry was not clear until full cataloging of the documents retrieved during the raid was completed. ▷ Recovered Correspondence 1779-05-19 ▽ Access Granted Letter from William Henry Eckhart to Anthony Martell, a member of the Society 5th May, 1779 Good Anthony, I hope this letter finds you well, my friend. I grow concerned with the others of our Society. Our Brethren must understand the grand scale of our Endeavour. Any cost that comes forthwith will be well earned, whether in pecuniary losses or in our very Blood. There is an inhuman Entity that holds our lives in its grip. We have no choice but soil our hands if we wish our great Empire to thrive. If we turn from this Task, what will happen to future Generations? The Library has allowed our supervised review of many tomes, and I have recently found a ritual6 that was once used to Bind a god, and should suffice for our noble Purpose. Please, my dear Friend and Collaborator, speak with the others. Remind them of our sacrifices, and what we stand to gain. The consequences of our actions against our Adversary will pale when compared to the great advances we can achieve for the human race. We must push on. Your friend, William Henry Eckhart Society of Yorkshire Thaumaturgy ▽ Access Granted Examination of SCP-4612-A Attempts to move SCP-4612-A have been unsuccessful. The corpse exhibits density far beyond what is to be expected by cursory examination, estimated to weigh over 26,000 kg. The altar where the body lies is assessed as anomalous given its ability to hold the body without losing structural integrity. Dr. Varga has decided that attempting to move the corpse would not nearly be as cost effective as testing on site. It is for this reason that Provisional Site-91 was established. ▷ Physical Examination of SCP-4612-A – LEVEL 4/4612 CLASSIFIED. ▽ Access Granted Small samples were surgically removed from SCP-4612-A for ease of testing. Organic Structural Assessment: SCP-4612-A has a cellular structure not matching any entries throughout the Foundation’s biological databases. The anomaly's form of life seems to be based on a blending of carbon and silicon, as the molecules that form the basis of its cells contain both elements. Exposure to various elements: The sample was exposed to electrical current of various charges, alpha, gamma and ultraviolet radiations. The sample showed no change in its state, absorbing electrical current and radiations noted without sign of degradation or decay. Visible wavelengths of light (in addition to infrared) are not absorbed, but produce rippling motion in the structure of the fin running along SCP-4612-A’s length. Residual energies exposed to the sample of SCP-4612-A's flesh have been observed emitting from the crystalline structures present in its hands. Transmittal of energies from sample to cadaver occur instantaneously. It is theorized the crystalline structures were used to conduct energies in an unknown process. The lengthwise incision along SCP-4612-A’s body emits significantly higher Akiva radiation than the rest of the body. The ritual or surgical procedure was apparently interrupted, as indicated by the bloodied palm prints along the length of the body. It's theorized that the corpse was to be used in a thaumaturgical ritual of unknown purpose. X-ray imaging of SCP-4612-A is impossible, as the remains absorb radiation. Ultrasound examination and portable MRI scans have shown a complete lack of internal organs. SCP-4612-A is made of fibrous muscle structures and a vast nervous system with nodules of unknown utility. Proposal by Dr. Varga for experimentation using SCP-4612-A’s genetic material pending approval from O5 Council. ▽ Access Granted Given the lack of information physical testing produced about SCP-4612-A, Agent Douglas submitted a proposal to Dr. Varga to use psychometry to scan the remains. ▷ Incident 4612-1 – LEVEL 4/4612 CLASSIFIED. ▽ Access Granted Account of Agent Douglas RE: Psychometric Analysis of SCP-4612-A – 1987-06-09 Audio and video recording made on June 9, 1987 at 0717 hours. Foundation Staff present: Agent Rebekah Douglas and Dr. Iona Varga Varga: Rebekah, are you ready? Douglas: Yes, let’s get this over with. Douglas closes the distance between her and the remains of SCP-4612-A. She holds her hands inches above the surface of SCP-4612-A. Douglas takes a deep breath and lowers her palms to make contact with the remains. 2 minutes of silence. Varga: Are you getting anything? Douglas: Yes, but it’s faint. I can feel something just under the surface, but something’s blocking me. Varga: Maybe the event was too long ago for much to be left. Douglas: No, that can’t be it. There’s enough psychic trauma in the stones of that hallway to give me a headache, so this giant slug should be ten times as much… hold on, I’ve got an idea. Varga: What? Douglas: You squeamish? Varga: Oh please, who do we work for? Douglas: Ok, gonna try something… Douglas takes several breaths, removes her hands from the epidermis of SCP-4612-A and plunges both hands into the incision. Douglas’ hands are not visible, up to the elbows in the cadaver. Dr. Varga takes a sharp breath, but says nothing. Douglas screams. A psychic shockwave emits from SCP-4612-A shattering the bulbs in temporary lighting set up around the chamber. Dr. Varga activates two chemical light sticks. Varga: What’s happening? Agent Douglas sinks to her knees, hands still inserted into the incision along SCP-4612-A’s body. Varga: Douglas, please respond. Can you contin… Dr. Varga is interrupted by a shimmering blue light emitting from SCP-4612-A. Figures appear throughout the room, including a hooded individual identified as William Henry Eckhart standing over the corpse of SCP-4612-A. Eckhart is holding a knife in the air, chanting loudly in garbled Aramaic, audio quality is poor and the chanting is indecipherable. Eckhart sinks the blade into a SCP-4612-A, slicing along its length. Eckhart continues chanting as he slips one hand into the incision, overlaying himself onto Douglas’ position. Twenty or more other voices rise up from the other figures in the room, matching Eckhart’s chanting. Eckhart holds the knife up, covered in the blue blood of SCP-4612-A, and the knife begins to glow a dull red. A bright light engulfs the room, and the structure shakes significantly. The ceiling crumbles inwards and a beam of bright light illuminates the room momentarily. When the light fades, a new individual (designated as SCP-4612-B) stands a few feet from SCP-4612-A and Eckhart. SCP-4612-B is dressed in in a long cloak, and wears a tricorn hat. SCP-4612-B: WHAT ARE YOU DOING? Eckhart steps away from SCP-4612-A, dropping the knife. He stumbles, catches himself staring at SCP-4612-B. Eckhart: Good God, what are you? SCP-4612-B: Step away from the body of my father. Eckhart moves further away from SCP-4612-A. SCP-4612-B: Murder wasn’t enough for you? Must you desecrate my father’s corpse? Eckhart is sweating, he turns to look at some of the other figures. None step forward to support him. Eckhart: I had no idea… I didn’t even know it was a “He”. SCP-4612-B: Answer me, fool. Why do you dissect his body? Eckhart: I… that is to say, we, wanted to use it for a ritual working. For the productions of miracles. SCP-4612-B: Child, is this your miracle? [SCP-4612-B points to the cadaver] You killed the only living thing that truly knew me. Eckhart: Please, it was not our intention to Eckhart is interrupted as SCP-4612-B lashes out, its hand passing through Eckhart’s torso and exploding out his back. A shower of blood and viscera splash onto the floor. SCP-4612-B grasps the body of Eckhart and tears it in two. The two halves begin to smolder and then burn as they fall to the stone floor of the chamber. SCP-4612-B looks down at the burning corpse of Eckhart for approximately 30 seconds. The other figures in the room start to scream and some flee towards the exit. SCP-4612-B looks up, its eyes shining. One of the other hooded figures steps forward, holding out his palms. Unidentified figure: Sir, please. William was the architect of this drama. We had scarce knowledge of your father’s existence. We only hoped to improve the lot of all mankind. In our wildest dreams, this result would have still seemed outlandish. I beg you, have mercy. SCP-4612-B pauses and looks toward the unidentified speaker. SCP-4612-B steps forward and places its hand on the speaker’s shoulder. SCP-4612-B: You wanted to achieve a goal, and so you have. But did you ever consider the consequences? The unidentified man’s hair and skin ignite, his screams only cut off by a strike of SCP-4612-B’s hand. SCP-4612-B: Come, you apes, show me your miracles. For the next 12 minutes SCP-4612-B kills each of the 21 other figures, using fire and blunt force trauma. After it has finished with the gathered occultists, SCP-4612-B stands before the corpse of SCP-4612-A, then sinks to its knees, in the same space occupied by Agent Douglas. The blue light from SCP-4612-A dims, image of SCP-4612-B fades, leaving the underground structure as it appeared at the beginning of recording. Agent Douglas collapses. ▽ Access Granted Agent Douglas spent 5 weeks in recuperation. In that time, she was rarely conscious. A figure resembling SCP-4612-B was seen entering Douglas’ room on video surveillance 36 days after her collapse. Security staff was mobilized and sent to Douglas’ recuperation quarters, but there was no sign of SCP-4612-B. When security staff approached Agent Douglas, she was alert but had a thumbprint on her forehead just above the bridge of her nose. Medical personnel were unable to clean the mark from her skin. During debriefing, Douglas was asked to recount any discussion with SCP-4612-B prior to arrival of security staff. Douglas reported that SCP-4612-B claimed she was only alive because she was merely investigating. Additionally, Agent Douglas claimed significant interference of her psychometry, as all she could sense were the following words being repeated: “Eckhart died for a reason.” The search for SCP-4612-B is ongoing. Hecatoncheires Cycle SCP-4612: Not All Gods Decompose | SCP-4712: A Failure of Purpose >> Footnotes 1. Physically quantifiable measurement of the prime thaumaturgical force. Controversially referred to as evidence of “Divine Grace.” 2. Perceptional ability to make experience associations, images and other sensory information from tangibly manipulating an object of unknown history. Individuals assessed by Psionics Division as Level-3 Psychometry can read surface emotions and history from individuals they touch. 3. During previous two interviews POI-39978K was unresponsive and no useful intelligence was gathered. 4. Most historians agree that the Industrial Revolution began in England, although there is some debate as to when it started. Most historians do agree that mechanization of the manufacturing process started in the early 1780’s. 5. It is theorized that SCP-4612-B was the cause of this event. See Incident 4612-1. 6. Believed to be the ritual utilized by a group of German occultists at the end of the Sixth Occult War, see SCP-3457. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4612" by Grigori Karpin, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4612. 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: site Author: David Dixon License: (CC BY-SA 2.0) Source Link: Site Filename: door Author: Dietmar Rabich License: (CC BY-SA 4.0) Source Link: Door Filename: Eckhart Author: License: Image is in public domain Source Link: Eckhart Filename: Sumerian Author: Osama Shukir Muhammed Amin License: (CC BY-SA 4.0) Source Link: Sumerian |
SCP-4613 | esoteric-class | I heard Edward James Olmos is going to be at the McDonalds down the road in twenty minutes. It's a shame they won't live. But then again who does? Image is by Gage Skidmore and can be found here: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Edward_James_Olmos_by_Gage_Skidmore.jpg ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} by Doctor Cimmerian SCP-4613-1 during an unrelated event. Item #: SCP-4613 Special Containment Procedures: MTF Omega-17 ("Tears in Rain") are to use social media scraping software to determine the locations of SCP-4613 outbreaks. Any social media posts involved in an SCP-4613 event are to be archived and removed immediately. Once an SCP-4613 event is detected, cellphone and internet service to the area experiencing the event is to be suspended. After 4 hours, this suspension may be lifted at the discretion of the SCP-4613 project head. The SCP-4613 project head must approve the entry of any individuals attempting to enter a location undergoing a SCP-4613 event. Under no circumstances are Foundation personnel allowed to directly interact with any SCP-4613 sufferers. Update: Tests involving SCP-4613 are to be suspended under all circumstances pending an update to these containment procedures1. Description: SCP-4613 is a shared delusion predicated on the belief that Edward James Olmos2 (hereafter referred to as SCP-4613-1) will imminently arrive at the location occupied by the sufferer. SCP-4613 sufferers are capable of sharing this delusion among others at the same location through the usage of the phrase "Edward James Olmos is on his way". SCP-4613 lasts for approximately 3 hours, after which the originator of the delusion will convince other affected individuals that the event was a hoax. Secondary sufferers will, if separated from the originator of the effect, lose memory of SCP-4613 after the event ends. SCP-4613 events generally originate from an individual that fulfills certain criteria. This includes knowledge of SCP-4613-1's name (plus familiarity with at least one work SCP-4613-1 directed or appeared in) and the ability to communicate vocally. The SCP-4613 originator will often attempt to inform others of works featuring SCP-4613-1. The vast majority of secondary sufferers will become excited at the prospect of meeting SCP-4613-1, even if they previously knew little or nothing about SCP-4613-1. This will not preclude an individual leaving SCP-4613 affected locations, however. SCP-4613's self-resolving nature makes it difficult to determine how long SCP-4613 has existed. SCP-4613 was first detected by automated social media scraping software utilized in other projects. Social media posts promoting SCP-4613 can attract others to the event, and will persist after the event concludes. + [Incident 4613-65] On April 13th 2019, an SCP-4613 event occurred at a Denny's restaurant in Clifton Heights, PA. The event was determined to be anomalous despite the fact that SCP-4613-1 was making an appearance nearby. Foundation personnel prevented access to the affected location. The 4613 project head approved a previously planned test during this 4613 event. The test involved Foundation personnel persuading SCP-4613-1 to visit the location suffering from SCP-4613. This attempt was successful, and a Foundation driver transported SCP-4613-1 to the 4613 event. Once SCP-4613-1 was within 11 kilometers of the event, SCP-4613 sufferers behaved in a manner inconsistent with previous incidents. The following log is compiled from video surveillance throughout the location (no audio was available). Incident 4613-65 Event Log: 13:59: SCP-4613-1 is 11 kilometers away. Work in the kitchen stops and diners no longer eat. The affected individuals (14 people between the ages of 17 and 64) begin to seek out and collect any paper that is available. 14:03: SCP-4613-1 is 4 kilometers away. Affected individuals craft origami unicorns with the available paper. None of those present had a history of or training in the creation of such works. Once finished, they hold the unicorns and do not move. 14:10: SCP-4613-1 arrives at the SCP-4613 affected location. He is allowed entry by Foundation personnel. Everyone present turns to SCP-4613-1, place their unicorn on the nearest available surface, then immediately expire via spontaneous cranial inversion. 14:11: SCP-4613-1 shakes his head, speaks briefly, and leaves. Following this incident, Foundation personnel transported SCP-4613-1 away from the location. Continued surveillance of SCP-4613-1 has revealed no further discussion of the event. + [Incident 4613-65 Update] Observation of SCP-4613-1 is ongoing. Amnestic treatment is under consideration, but not considered an immediate concern. After reviewing the footage, Foundation lip-reading experts have determined that SCP-4613-1's statement was: "Wasn't funny the first time." Footnotes 1. See Incident 4613-65 for more information. 2. An actor and director. Edward James Almost None |
SCP-4614 | neutralized | SCP-4614 before Incident 4614.3 Item #: SCP-4614 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4614 is kept in a secure lock box in the Safe-Class Storage Wing. The keys to the box are accessible to the current Site Director. Description: SCP-4614 is a wax phonograph cylinder, estimated to have been created in the year 1902. The music recorded on SCP-4614 is a slow tempo piano ballad in a 3/4 time signature. Those that have been introduced to the anomaly have been so far unable to determine the name of the piece, leading to the belief that it is an original composition by an unknown composer. As the music reaches its end, coughing can be heard, likely from the performer. When played, the sound produced by the object converts the surrounding area into a small country home, designated SCP-4614-A1. This effect only occurs in enclosed spaces and persists for the duration of the cylinder, that of which being two minutes and thirty seconds. The most notable characteristics of the SCP-4614-A1 are as follows: It is comprised of two floors, as well as an attic and a basement. There are two bedrooms on the second floor, one of which them belongs to a child as inferred from the decor. The windows in the family room look out into a large wheat field in the daytime. However, the windows in other rooms of the house are blocked by a grey wall. No windows can be broken or opened. There are no doors, with the exception of external entryways. They cannot be broken or opened. The space where SCP-4614 is played will always be converted into the room adjacent to SCP-4614-A1's family room, designated as SCP-4614-A2. SCP-4614 will convert the activation location outwardly from itself, always placing itself in the location of a phonograph located in the corner beside the only window within SCP-4614-A2. This will occur no matter where SCP-4614 was activated in the original space. There are two human entities within SCP-4614-A2: they appear as a man and woman situated at a piano. Notably, the woman coughs in time with SCP-4614. The two human entities are not real and cannot be touched or otherwise interacted with. SCP-4614 was acquired by the Foundation on March 14th, 1968. The owner, Nathaniel Lillson of Albany, New York, claimed to have come into possession of the cylinder after his grandfather had passed. He sought to sell it after activating it once, asserting that the experience had given him a "surreal sense of vertigo" and aggressive hallucinations. Incident 4614.3: On October 9th, 1971, SCP-4614 was activated by D-1117 in a standard testing cell as part of annual documentation accuracy checks. After the expected two minutes and thirty seconds had passed, D-1117 had still not emerged from the testing cell. Researchers outside of the testing cell reported that they could still hear music being played from within the cell beyond the expected length of the song. Upon investigation, it became apparent that SCP-4614 had begun repeating a 9-second section of its song and had become caught in an infinite loop of playing. MTF Eta-11 ("Savage Beasts") was then assembled to retrieve SCP-4614 from SCP-4614-A1. DATE: OCT-09-1971 FOREWORD: To prevent the potential spread of SCP-4614's effect, a temporary sound-proofed antechamber was built in front of the active testing chamber. <BEGIN LOG> Rees: This is Eta-11 Commander Andrew Rees, standing by. Roll call is following. Alright, let's go down the list. Gordon, report. Gordon: I'm here. Rees: Hennessy, report. Brief silence. Rees: Try this again. Hennessy, do you hear me? Hennessy: Loud and clear. My mistake. Rees: Just don't daydream while we're in the skip and we'll be fine. You know how this goes. Hennessy: Wasn't daydreaming, sir. Just getting ready for whatever happens next. Rees: Alright. Gordon, you've got the door. Everyone, one last gear check. Headsets, belts, the works. Muffled shuffling as MTF Eta-11 adjusts their equipment. Rees: Gordon, let's get started. Gordon: Aye, sir. Door is opening in three… two… one… [VIDEO DISRUPTED] [FOUR SECONDS OF AUDIO DISTORTION] A piano can be heard through each Eta-11 headset. Gordon: Shit! That was something! Hennessy: No kidding. Glad we had the warning. So, this is what it looks like, huh? Rees: Yeah. Nothing like what the document says. Lots of hallways and doorways. It's like staring at an Escher or something. The piano stops mid-tone and resumes the loop. At the same time, a loud noise akin to a warped vinyl record is heard. Gordon: What was that? That wasn't in the briefing either. Hennessy: Settle down, it's fine. Commander, any ideas? Rees: If I were to make a g— The piano stops mid-tone and resumes the loop. At the same time, a loud noise akin to a warped vinyl record is heard. Gordon: One more time, commander? Rees: The cylinder. Each loop makes a new house, connects to this one, mixes it all together. Increase the dampening on your 'sets and stay close, Eta-11. Let's move. [TEN MINUTES OF IDLE CHATTER REMOVED] Hennessy: Gordon, you okay? You're looking tense. Gordon: I'm trying to keep it together. It's just that noise has me a little on edge. I know the headsets are keeping it down, but damn, man. It's jarring, even when I expect it. Hennessy: Don't sweat it. We know it isn't a threat. Hell, far as we know this whole deal is really tame, right? Probably one of the easier assignments we've been put on, honestly. Gordon: Ha, yeah. Yeah, I guess so. Two pats are heard. Hennessy: 'sides, I don't think we're in much danger. It's just a house, right? Gordon: I'm not worried about what will happen to us here. I'm worried about how we're getting out. We've been wandering through bedrooms and down staircases for… feels like twenty minutes now. Hopefully the markers hold up like they're supposed to. Hennessy: Briefing says we just need to wait it out, right? Get the thing back on track and let it finish? Gordon: You can never be too sure. We didn't see this coming in the first place. What happens next… anything can happen. Rees: Keep your eyes on the prize, everyone. Once we've retrieved the object and the personnel, we'll work out extraction. [FIFTEEN MINUTES OF IDLE CHATTER REMOVED] Rees: Hold on. Stop. Footsteps come to a halt. Only the piano loop is heard. At the very end of the loop, there is a faint cough before starting again. Rees: Did you hear that? Hennessy: I did. That sounded like it was close. Rees: Directional mics. Now. There is a brief moment of shuffling as Eta-11 activates their directional microphones. There is no talking for approximately two minutes. Gordon: I think I have something through here. Eta-11 proceeds to move into the next room. Similarly, there is no talking for a moment. Gordon: The blip is coming strong over this way. Eta-11 repeats this process four more times. Hennessy: Hey, over here! Everyone moves towards Agent Hennessy. The piano loop begins to deteriorate in clarity as they enter SCP-4614-A2. D-1117: Wait. I-I know that symbol. You're real! Oh, thank the Lord, I'm getting out! Rees: Calm down, Eleven-Seventeen. We're here to get you out, but we still need the object. Is that it over there? D-1117: Yes, yes, it is. I swear I didn't screw with it. It just did that itself. It's all on camera, I barely touched the thing past putting it in the player. Rees: You're not in trouble, Eleven-Seventeen. Just calm down. D-1117: Okay. Okay. I just didn't think anyone was going to come for me. I thought I'd have to get used to the ghosts for company. It's like I'm not even here to them. They just sit at that piano. Rees: Have you touched the object at all after the loop started? D-1117: No, I haven't. Rees: That's all we need to know. Gordon, how's it looking over there? Gordon: It's about what I expected. The feed screw isn't playing nice with the motor. I think I can get it back into place, but it's going to require a bit of force and the machine definitely isn't going to like that, especially when it's still moving. Hennessy: We could just stop it entirely, can't we? Gordon: We haven't tested it. We don't know what could happen, especially now. Hennessy: There's only one way to find out. Brief silence from Eta-11. Gordon: Commander, your call. Rees: What are we looking at in terms of damage if we stop it? Gordon: Turning it off or raising the reproducer won't damage it. Rees: Then stop it. We can't damage the item any further. Gordon: Aye, sir. Brace yourselves. [TEN SECONDS OF AUDIO DISTORTION] [VIDEO RESUMES] All personnel are present in the room with the phonograph, SCP-4614 still loaded inside of it. Everyone present in the room stumbles and holds onto their heads. Gordon: Oh. Oh, god. I don't feel good. D-1117: Fuck, my legs… Rees: Everyone… into a wall. M-make yourself stable. All personnel walk towards the walls of the testing cell. Commander Rees leans near the door. D-1117: Jesus, my head… my head feels light… Gordon: Wait, hold on. St— D-1117 slips and falls into Agent Gordon. They then fall into the phonograph. [VIDEO DISRUPTED] [TWO MINUTES OF AUDIO DISTORTION] [VIDEO RESUMES] All personnel are laid out on the floor. Agent Gordon and D-1117 have moved away from the destroyed phonograph. Agent Hennessy is curled over next to the remains of the phonograph. All three of them are groaning loudly. Commander Rees positions himself onto his hands and knees and moves to Agent Hennessy. Rees: Hennessy! It's over! Are you okay? Agent Hennessy does not respond. Rees: Come on, answer me. What is your condition? No response. Rees places his hand on his back and jostles him lightly. Hennessy looks over to Rees, still groaning. Rees: Shit, you look like hell, Hennessy. Is that blood on your cheek? Hennessy: … what? Rees: I asked where you're bleeding from, agent. Hennessy: I… I can't… Hennessy collapses on the floor. <END LOG> Post-Incident Report: Due to the two minutes of audio and video distortion during the extraction of SCP-4614, no verifiable evidence of the events that occurred exist. The following description of the events that transpired during this time have been compiled and summarized from the testimony of personnel involved in the incident. After D-1117 fell into MTF Eta-11 Agent Gordon, he subsequently fell onto the phonograph and destroyed both it and SCP-4614. The object then let out an intense "scream"1 and reactivated SCP-4614-A1. At this moment, Commander Rees and Hennessy, took precaution to increase the sound dampening on their headsets. Agent Gordon, however, had lost his in the aforementioned fumble with D-1117. Hennessy noticed this and acted to place his own headset onto Gordon, exposing himself completely. In the last moments, Hennessy attempted to suppress the sonic anomaly by muffling the source, gathering the large remains in his gear sack and holding it close to his body. After two minutes, SCP-4614-A1 reverted into the standard testing cell. However, as the object is no longer able to enter an active state, it has been reclassed as Neutralized. PERSONNEL STATUS: Commander Rees: Unharmed. D-1117: Deafness and vertigo as a result of total exposure to the incident. D-1117 is to be released and reintegrated into society following standard dismissal procedure. Agent Gordon: Partial hearing loss in the high frequency. Evaluation into Agent Gordon's effectiveness in the field is to be carried out after his recovery. Agent Hennessy: Major aural injury due to extended unprotected exposure, rendering him completely deaf. Given the unique advantage that a lack of hearing could provide within Eta-11, retainment of his MTF Eta-11 will be considered after post-recovery evaluation. Footnotes 1. As testified by two of the four present. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4614" by RockTeethMothEyes, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4614. 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: cylinder Author: Institute of Information Recording under National Academy of Science of Ukraine License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=30410078 |
SCP-4615 | neutralized | SCP-4615. Item #: SCP-4615 Special Containment Procedures: Irrelevant as of 24/06/2016. Open Archived Containment Procedures Close Archived Containment Procedures MTF Epsilon-33 (''World Travelers'') is tasked with tracking, isolating, documenting, and containing SCP-4615 manifestations worldwide. In the event of an SCP-4615 manifestation, MTF Epsilon-33 is to ascertain and secure its location and restrict access to it. Description: SCP-4615 is a circular spatial extrusion approx. 2 meters in diameter that emerges on solid, relatively flat, horizontal surfaces. Attempts to destroy, cover, or modify SCP-4615 lead to its closure and re-emergence upon another surface (up to 105 kilometers away). Subjects often report the scent of familiar sweets, such as tarts and pastries, coming from the inside. SCP-4615 was discovered on 13/06/2006 in New Jersey, USA, during the search for ten civilians who had disappeared from the area in the days prior. The missing persons have not yet been recovered. Addendum 4615.1: Exploration Log On 15/06/2006, two members of MTF Rho-001 ("Silent Runners")1 undertook initial reconnaissance of SCP-4615's interior. The following is a transcript of the exploration log. Tunnel at the base of the shaft. <Begin Log, 16:02:24> COMMAND: Audio and video checked? RIO: All systems go. COLE: Bring it on, Big Hole. COMMAND: Proceeding with insertion. [MTF R-001 descends into SCP-4615 via a suspended platform for approximately fifteen minutes.2] COLE: Mercy. Looks like Big Hole is even bigger than we thought. RIO: Don't you think "Deep Hole" would be a better name? COLE: No. No, I don't. COMMAND: Notice anything unusual so far? COLE: The air's just hot as hell. And, strangely enough, it smells like my grandmother’s house. RIO: There's plenty of pressure down here, too. As if something's squeezing you from all sides. Feels like I'm at the bottom of the ocean right now. COMMAND: You may be experiencing hyperbaric pressure. Be sure to stay hydrated. [After ten more minutes of descent, MTF R-001 deboards the platform in an underground tunnel. Both members are equipped with a shoulder-mounted flashlight which illuminates the cavern beyond.] COLE: Landed safely. There's a tunnel down here. Looks almost as perfectly round as the opening was. Man-made, most likely. About the same size as the opening, too. Not a lot of headroom. RIO: Speak for yourself. I agree that it doesn't look natural, though. [RIO runs her hand along the surface of the tunnel, creating a slight depression in the rock.] RIO: Huh. Wasn't expecting that. It's soft. COLE: Yeah, looks like we're leaving footprints, too. [COLE shines his flashlight at the ground beneath them and follows the trail of footprints back the way they came. The depressions at the front of the tunnel have begun to fill with a white substance.] RIO: Looks like Big Hole has a leak. [COLE briefly backtracks to collect a fluid sample.] COLE: It's viscous. Kind of chunky. Strangely clean, too—no visible bits of mineral or dirt or anything in it. Also, thank you for calling it Big Hole. RIO: Yeah, no problem. The tunnel takes a sharp bend to the left up ahead. Hold on, I think… [RIO shuts off her flashlight. A faint glow emanates from around the tunnel's bend.] RIO: I'm seeing some light. Move forward, boss? COMMAND: Proceed with caution. RIO: Okay. Rounding the corner. The tunnel's getting bigger, opening up a bit. COLE: Stop, stop. Uh… RIO: Shit. It always has to get weirder. COMMAND: Describe what you see. COLE: We're in a mansion. Tunnel just opens up into this big room. Cavern one second, carpet the next. Old architecture. Looks like a royal palace, but poorly taken care of. Metric tons of dust. RIO: Looks like a sitting room. Architecture is Baroque, I think. Very ornate. Possibly French. Judging by the shag carpet, though, the place was probably remodeled sometime in the 70s. Maybe even a few times before then, too, if the furniture's any indication. COLE: Hey, I'm impressed by your culture and all, but you should mention the wallpaper. RIO: Getting to that. There's damask wallpaper above the wainscoting on most of the walls. The patterned part of the design has a faint blue glow coming from it, almost as though it's lit from behind, and the brightness pulses at regular intervals. COLE: Jiminy cripes, this carpet, though. It'd probably be neon if it wasn't so damn ancient, and it goops up when you step on it, just like the tunnel. There's trails of older, crustier gunk here, too. Probably left by the missing people. If we follow the tracks, they should lead us right to 'em. RIO: How could they have left footprints? We had a big-ass winch and it still took us ages to get down here. If they fell down that hole, they wouldn't be alive, much less walking. [COLE's light illuminates a collection of dilapidated decorations in the corner of the room, including a broken piano and a painting of a rose on a black background.] COLE: This would be a nice place to visit some hundred years ago. Oh, now this is interesting. [COLE retrieves a purse next to the piano. It contains modern bills and cosmetics, along with credit cards and ID.] COLE: Anyone we know? COMMAND: Yes. One of the missing civilians. COLE: You mean from the past few days? Huh. This purse is as dusty as anything else in here. [RIO runs her finger along the surface of a table.] RIO: I'm not even sure this is dust. It's too white. Almost chalky. I think there's something written here, actually. [RIO approaches a black chest atop the table and brushes off the dust-like substance. "SUPPER MEMORIES" is written on the front in white text.] COLE: Jesus. Try to open it. [RIO struggles with the latch.] RIO: Can't… thing's under lock and key. It's heavy. RIO: Took a picture, it's enough. Let's move on. COLE: Looks like there's only one way forward. Ladies first. [RIO opens a door into a long hallway. An unidentified light source bobs erratically at the far end, and switches on and off at irregular intervals.] RIO: The hell? COLE: There's a big glowing thing at the end of the hallway. Round and brighter than the wallpaper; might be a light bulb. Lots of little lines running over the surface like veins. It's attached to the ceiling with a rubbery tube, but it keeps dancing around as if there was a tornado in here. RIO: There's a door right behind it. I'll give you two guesses where the footprints lead. Want us to check it out? COMMAND: Go inspect one of the rooms along the hall first. [MTF R-001 comes to a large wooden door halfway down the hall. White-gray residue is encrusted along the frame and doorknob.] RIO: Looks promising. You go first this time. COLE: (Sighs) Thanks, love you too. [COLE opens the door, revealing a large communal bedroom. Twelve bedsteads with torn sheets and canopies are visible, and bookshelves line the walls between. The bed frames and bookcases are decorated with wood inlays depicting various fruits. The entire floor is covered in decomposing leaves, food scraps, and sullied napkins.] COLE: God! This smells. Fuck. Room's two feet deep in actual garbage. RIO: (Muffled) Beds look dusty. Doubt anyone's slept here in a while. I can't say I'm surprised—who would want to use a duvet here? This place is hotter than blazes. COLE: Walls are covered in that white gunk from earlier. Books too. Can't even make out what's written on the spines. [RIO tries to pull a leather-bound volume from the shelves, but finds it stuck.] RIO: It's like the thing is glued. I can't take it out. [Pressing her foot against the bookcase as leverage, RIO pries the book from the shelf and falls backward into the detritus.] RIO: Christ, it's moist. Just take me, lord. Take me now. [COLE picks up the book while RIO pats the debris from her uniform. The sides of the leather cover are crusted with the same pale substance from earlier.] RIO: What's it say? COLE: Dunno. Every page has been torn out about an inch away from the spine. Wait, hold on. It gets weirder. The edges where the tears are? They're wrinkled and discolored, the way paper gets after it's been wet. RIO: Think it's water damage? COLE: Judging by the teeth-shaped marks on the edges, I'm thinking more along the lines of saliva. As in, someone ate the pages out of this book. And the rest of them too, from the looks of it. RIO: I guess that's no more insane than anything else here. But why put them back on the shelves after eating all the pages? COLE: (Whispering) "Supper memories"… [MTF R-001 returns to the corridor. A soft, whimpering noise is heard, presumably unnoticed by both agents. COMMAND instructs MTF R-001 to progress to the door at the end of the hallway. After some hesitation, COLE opens it, revealing another hallway. Unlike the previous one, it is unlit and has no doors.] COLE: Look at that. More hallway. RIO: That's fine by me. Maybe you should start calling this Big Hall. COLE: Good ol' Big Hall. [MTF R-001 progress through the corridor for several minutes. The route takes numerous turns, but adheres to a single, linear path. Pieces of art are hung along the walls every few meters, alternating between austere portraits and anatomical diagrams of earthworm species. Piles of earth and rocks of various sizes are scattered over the floor area, creating minor obstructions. At one point, the wallpaper starts to subtly undulate.] RIO: The air is dense here. It's hard to get a full breath. I'm… hey, wait, you see that? [RIO places her hand against the wall.] RIO: My nausea isn't just from the smell. Is this place moving? COLE: The wallpaper's flowing, almost. An illusion? RIO: Hard to tell—though I could have sworn there was more of a bend in the hallway behind us. (Points the way they came.) COLE: God, this room makes me feel like we're being squeezed through a tube. [Travel continues in silence for one minute.] RIO: Here we go, thank god. [MTF R-001 approach the end of the passage and open a door into a large, two-story chamber. To the left is a spiral staircase which leads out of view, and to the right is a gilded archway with a bright red curtain behind it. A chandelier hangs from the ceiling, but no illumination is present besides the agents' flashlights. There is a deep path worn into the thick purple carpet, creating a distinct trail between the upper floor and the archway. Indistinct voices can be heard in the distance. COLE takes his firearm off his shoulder.] COLE: Okay Command, do we go up or plow forward? COMMAND: Follow the voices. RIO: Sounds like they're in the next room, right behind that curtain. COLE: Best if we stay together. We can always check upstairs later on. [COLE and RIO turn off their flashlights and carefully approach the archway. No video is recorded in the darkness, but the voices grow louder and more distinct.] COLE: (Whispering) Uh, you guys had better see this. [MTF R-001 switch their cameras to night vision. A long dining hall with a high vaulted ceiling can be seen beyond the threshold. Red curtains cover the length of the walls on all sides. Six men and four women, all matching the descriptions of the missing civilians, are engaged in conversation around a dark lacquered dining table. Each place at the table is set with a large plate of rice, and each person wears a paper tag displaying their name. The space at the head of the table is unoccupied, as are the two beside it.] WOMAN 1: —ancing yesterday. George even stepped on my foot. MAN 1: (Laughs) Come on, I wasn't that bad. COMMAND: Are you still in total darkness? RIO: (Whispering) Pitch fucking black. MAN 2: You wish. (Turns to WOMAN 2) You were the lucky one, you got to pair with him! WOMAN 2: (Smiles) He has some good moves, although a little bit rough on the e— MAN 2: Hey! (Points to the right corner of room) <inaudible>. WOMAN 2: Oh, sorry, sorry. (Bows head) COMMAND: Proceed with rescue protocol. Stay alert. [The agents lower their weapons and approach the table.] RIO: Police, we've come to help. I know this must be terrifying, but— MAN 3: Fucking finally! MAN 2: Thank god. Feels like we've been waiting for days. WOMAN 3: We thought you'd never get here. MAN 4: Happy to see you, though! MAN 1: Overjoyed! Still, it is a bit rude of you to arrive like this. WOMAN 1: No matter. It's all fine now. Come on, sit down, you two. RIO: What? We're here to take you all home. We're friends. You can trust us. MAN 2: The sooner you take your seat, the sooner we can all start. COLE: Boss, we're going to need a full rescue team here immediately. Might have to use force. MAN 1: The two of you finally arrive and now you want to leave? We haven't even eaten yet! MAN 4: You are the ones we've been waiting for, right? Paula and Abner? [COLE raises firearm] COLE: Where the fuck— RIO: Easy! Easy! COLE: —did you get those names? MAN 4: The guest list! You were invited, after all. You've even got name tags. [The curtains in the corner of the room billow slightly. COLE aims his gun at the source of the movement.] COLE: Who's there? WOMAN 2: Oh, for heaven's sake. If you're going to have supper and nobody's there to watch, then what in god's name is the point? COLE: The flying hell you on about, lady? Don't you want to get home to your family? WOMAN 2: Goddamn it you animal! I’m not going to eat them! MAN 1: Quit waving that gun around and sit down! We're starving! [MAN 6 breaks down into sobs, screaming hysterically.] MAN 6: Why won't you sit? RIO: Command, folks are getting restless and the air is getting hotter. Not sure if we can stay down here much longer. MAN 5: Courtesy be damned! If these two keep dragging their feet for one more minute, I'm not going to wait on them. UNIDENTIFIED VOICE: Impolite. [RIO turns around. The antechamber is clouded with a thick vapor assumed to be steam. COLE's flashlight falls on an unclear figure at the top of the spiral staircase. A bell is sounded from an unknown source. Dust is kicked up from the table, and plates crack and vibrate. RIO is seen falling to the ground covering her ears and head, while COLE is seen vocalizing in distress, unable to be heard due to the noise. The chandelier swings violently as the dust clears.] UNIDENTIFIED VOICE: Supper time. [The video feed abruptly ends.] <End Log, 20:05:30> Closing Statement: Recovery attempts failed due to the demanifestation of SCP-4615. No new manifestations could be found elsewhere. Addendum 4615.1: Video Log On 24/06/2006, nine days after the exploration by Rho-001, the video feed from Agent Cole's camera suddenly resumed. The recording was heavily distorted and had no audio. The video starts with a white paper card being held in front of the camera for five seconds, reading ''SUPPER MEMORIES '06''. It cuts to agents Rio and Cole eating and conversing at the table with the group of missing civilians. The camera is then positioned at the head of the table. Rice can be seen dropping from the ceiling to their plates, and there is intermittent movement from behind the room's curtains. Steam fills the room and drops of sweat occasionally fall across the camera lens. The feed continues in this way for fourteen hours, gradually degrading over the course of its final minutes before terminating completely. No further manifestations or transmissions have been reported. Due to the lack of any known anomalous activity for a period of ten years, SCP-4615 has been reclassified as Neutralized. Footnotes 1. Dedicated team for unexplored anomalous spaces. Primary comprised of personnel with specialized knowledge and skills, as well as Class-D personnel who have previously conducted successful exploration missions. 2. Cumulative time spent descending. Closer to 40 minutes including time spent installing transmission relay modules along the shaft wall. |
SCP-4616 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4616 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4616's containment zone is to be staffed by nonviolent D-class personnel with Foundation provided training or real-world experience in agriculture, and operated as a commercial farm. D-class personnel must return to the farmhouse by sunset and remain indoors until sunrise. The farmhouse is to be fitted with automatic security shutters over every potential point of entry, a panic room capable of sheltering all residents in the event of a security breach, and soundproofed sleeping chambers. A covert, subterranean tunnel is to connect the farmhouse's cellar to an extraction site from SCP-4616's containment zone. The extraction site must not be visible from the containment zone, and the cellar's entrance to the tunnel is to be both sealed and hidden when not in use, in the event that SCP-4616 invades the farmhouse. SCP-4616's containment zone is to be fenced off to prevent unauthorized entry, and the country road passing through the containment zone is to be permanently closed and rerouted under the pretence of an unfilled sinkhole. All supplies or produce are to be transported by remotely driven or self-driving vehicles. Personnel are to be transported to and from SCP-4616's containment zone via the subterranean tunnel. Supply runs and personnel transfers may only take place during daylight hours and when SCP-4616 is not visibly present. Any personnel or civilians who enter the containment zone above ground are to be considered lost. D-class personnel are to undergo bi-weekly psychological evaluations via video chat, and be rotated out at the discretion of Site 76's psychiatric staff. In the event that SCP-4616 relocates to another farmstead, it is to be acquired by the Foundation and converted into SCP-4616's new containment zone. Description: SCP-4616 is a humanoid entity of unknown composition and intelligence, currently confined to a 400-hectare area of farmland and woods in █████████, ██. SCP-4616 possesses superhuman speed1 and agility, while also actively avoiding and destroying surveillance equipment within its containment zone. As such, the Foundation has yet to acquire any high-resolution images or videos of the entity. Eyewitness testimony has consistently described the entity as approximately four meters in height, extremely thin with a hunched posture, almost entirely white in colour, with a wide, oval head and widely spaced black eyes. It is either dressed in loose-fitting, tattered clothing or is covered in matted white fur, and its right hand either possess three long, curved claws or a three-bladed instrument of some kind. During daylight hours, SCP-4616 appearances are rare and sporadic, mostly limited to appearing at the edge of the wooded area. SCP-4616 will occasionally wave to anyone present with its right hand, but will withdraw into the woods if approached. Numerous sweeps of the containment zone have failed to uncover any sort of den, and it is unknown where SCP-4616 resides when it is not visibly present. There have been several non-hostile close encounters with SCP-4616 during the day, however, these incidents have always resulted in SCP-4616 immediately fleeing from sight once detected. SCP-4616 has marked a total of 37 trees in its containment area with crude pictograms in white paint, and will regularly make simplistic dream catchers out of available materials2 and hang them from branches. The significance of this behaviour is not known. During nighttime hours, SCP-4616 will often, though irregularly, leave its woods and inspect the farm. While it will often do useful farm work during these times, it also regularly rearranges items apparently at random, and will sometimes damage property and livestock. SCP-4616 also regularly bangs and scrapes on the farmhouse, likely trying to gain entry, as it was observed breaching the living facilities of its previous containment zones. On nights when SCP-4616 does not leave the woods, wailing can be heard for periods of between three and five hours at a time. As SCP-4616 has never been directly observed to make any kind of vocalization, it is uncertain if it is the source of these sounds. If any of the farmhouse residents are outdoors during SCP-4616's nocturnal excursions, it will typically attempt to abduct them. SCP-4616 will never abduct more than a single individual in a given night, immediately taking its victim into the woods. No abduction victim has ever been recovered See Addendum. SCP-4616 will also attempt to abduct any residents attempting to leave the containment area, regardless of the time of day. If any individuals other than the farm's residents enter SCP-4616's containment zone at any time, it will violently attack them, typically overturning vehicles and reducing victims' bodies to a semi-fluid pulp within a matter of minutes. Unmanned vehicles produce no reaction, though it remains unclear how SCP-4616 is able to tell whether or not a vehicle is occupied, even when the occupants have been concealed. If for any reason a farm becomes devoid of residents or otherwise defunct, SCP-4616 will relocate to the nearest farm containing a wooded area. Prior to containment, SCP-4616 appeared to consider anyone who lived at a farm prior to its appearance the residents, but it currently accepts new arrivals into its containment zone via a specially constructed subterranean tunnel. It likewise does not prevent personnel from leaving by this tunnel. At present, it is believed that SCP-4616 is unaware of the tunnel's existence, and it is unclear if it is aware that the farm residents have changed since it took over the property. Discovery: SCP-4616 was discovered by Foundation monitoring of emergency hotlines when a 911 call by ███ ██████ reported the disappearance of her husband when he attempted to approach SCP-4616. Several emergency workers were also killed before MTF Epsilon-6 "Village Idiots" could arrive, necessitating cover-up procedures. SCP-4616 abducted ███ ██████ and her daughter before containment could be established, and then moved on to the neighbouring farm. Evacuation of the residents by helicopter was attempted and failed, again resulting in SCP-4616 relocating to another nearby farm. Preliminary testing resulted in SCP-4616 relocating an additional three times before current containment was established. Addendum: On ██/██/██ , a ring of 37 oak saplings appeared in the front lawn of the farmhouse, each growing out of what appeared to be a freshly dug shallow grave. An investigation quickly revealed that each sapling was growing out of a human corpse, with extensive root networks penetrating deeply throughout their bodies. The bodies were subsequently designated SCP-4616-A-1 to -37. Genetic testing confirmed that at least 16 of SCP-4616-A instances were prior SCP-4616 abduction victims. The bodies showed very little decay, and it is believed that the anti-microbial and insecticidal chemicals secreted by the sapling's roots are the primary cause of this. Autopsies have revealed that the sapling's acorns had been surgically implanted while the victims were still alive, and due to the lack of decay it is not possible to estimate how far growth had progressed before the victims expired. Exhumation of SCP-4616-A and their removal off-site resulted in SCP-4616 causing approximately $14,000 worth of damages to the farm the following night. Following this event, SCP-4616 began exhibiting several changes in its behaviour. The D-class residing in the farmhouse have reported that SCP-4616 will often walk upon the roof of the house at night, and have spotted it standing on the roof during the day on three occasions. They also claim it briefly spied on them through windows at least twice and has begun running past them at high speeds while they are at work in the fields. Freshly dug holes are often found in the mornings, and the rate of livestock deaths has also increased by 17%. As a result of these behavioural changes, rotation of D-class has been suspended until further notice. Footnotes 1. Capable of moving at speed in excess of 150 kilometers per hour. 2. 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SCP-4617 | euclid | A jar of fluid secreted by SCP-4617 Item №: SCP-4617 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4617 is contained in a minimally-furnished cell outfitted with a padded basin moulded to its body, featuring multiple drainage ports on the underside. SCP-4617 is supplied with nutrients and water via a removable face-mask, which can be triggered to dispense halothane or benzodiazepines in the event that it appears to be in distress. Staff interacting with SCP-4617 are to wear Type-1 respirators and have a rotation period of no more than six weeks, in order to minimise the long-term health effects of formaldehyde exposure. Once every two weeks, a member of D-Class personnel should swab SCP-4617's skin and orifices for bacterial or fungal contamination — if any is found, a team of D-Class overseen by a Senior Researcher are to fully decontaminate the entity's soft tissues. The solution produced by the entity is to be stored in Fluid Warehouse 9, and transported by personnel with level II or higher Chemical Handling Proficiency. Objects produced in zeta (ζ) events are to be handled by the Site-06-3 on-duty HMCL Supervisor on a case-by-case basis. Description: SCP-4617 is a human male of indeterminate age whose organic tissue constantly secretes an impure aqueous solution of formaldehyde and methanol in place of most other organic compounds or mixtures — neither sweat, mucus, saliva, blood plasma, bile, lymph, digestive fluid, tears, or vitreous humour are produced by the entity. SCP-4617's cells are unanimously non-functional, and it appears to be effectively immortal. Due to its condition, SCP-4617 is blind and largely deaf, and previous nasopharyngeal cancers1 have eliminated its capacity for speech. Large portions of its skin are missing due to the lack of most biological healing and gradual tissue erosion, and the embalming properties of its secreted solution render it unable to move without great difficulty. While SCP-4617 expresses a psychological need for food, water, and oxygen, displaying psychosomatic symptoms and distress if they are withheld, the preservation of its body appears to negate all normal biological requirements. SCP-4617 has successfully endured up to nine weeks without food or water, displaying no major physical deterioration during this time. Once every 18 days (±15 hours), SCP-4617 will undergo a ζ event, during which time it will violently convulse, tense all muscles, and slowly expel from its mouth a single mason jar (diameter 20 cm) filled with chemically pure water. In approximately 90% of cases, this jar will also contain a single object or document related to SCP-4617 in some way2. Despite being submerged in water, all objects have been in perfect condition upon their retrieval, and have remained undamaged while within their respective jar. To date, such objects have included: Small denominations of coinage. A pocket watch, polished but unwound. A birth certificate identifying SCP-4617 as one "Richard L. Hoffmann" A dog collar. A sepia-toned photograph of SCP-4617 (presumably pre-anomaly) and a young woman, sitting in front of a canal. Pages of notebooks containing diary entries, small watercolour paintings, and poems centred around the themes of rebirth, youth, and impermanence. Glass phials of the solution secreted by SCP-4617. A sketch of an idyllic countryside scene, featuring SCP-4617, the woman from the aforementioned photograph, and two young children, standing in front of a cottage. All but SCP-4617 are smiling. A pair of spectacles (broken). An ornate dinner-plate (broken, recovered in fragments). Copies of various fiction and non-fiction works, all published prior to 1868. Small, secondary mason jars, containing water, highly reactive solvents, motor oil, or blood plasma. Pages of notebooks containing hundreds of intricate sketches of industrial machinery. A silver locket engraved with the words "forever mine" (empty). A fire-damaged letter (illegible), in a different hand to the previous diary entries. Multiple infant teeth. Drawings of the chemical structures of methanol, formaldehyde, and glutaraldehyde. Used matches. A single human heart, salted. Following the ζ event, SCP-4617 will be unable to physically sense the contained object, and its capacity to perceive the object's existence — even indirectly — will vanish completely in the following hours. 1,802 objects have been expelled from SCP-4617 since its containment. Footnotes 1. Likely the result of formaldehyde exposure, with numerous tumours now consisting of dead, stiffened tissue. 2. Presumed. The origins of many items are yet unknown. |
SCP-4618 | euclid | The Foundation harasses three schoolteachers who just want to commute home. SCP-4618: Anomalous Carpool Word Count: 2,250 Remaining Reading Time: 8 minutes ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-4618 Level 3/4618 Classified Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-56 Dir. Peter Palermo Rs. Dominic Donahue N/A SCP-4618 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4618 is to be contained within the legally defined boundaries of Brighton High School. Witnesses of SCP-4618 manifestations are to be administered Class-A amnestics. In the event that instances of SCP-4618-A manifest, they are to be permitted mobility within Brighton High School to perform their occupations, remotely monitored with closed circuit television cameras. Under no circumstances are personnel to prevent SCP-4618-A instances from accessing SCP-4618. Any substances extracted from SCP-4618-A instances are to be stored in low-level bio-hazard containers for study. Description: SCP-4618 is a 1994 Ford Ranger, located within Brighton High School in Positano, California, USA. The vehicle has been property of the school since the original date of manufacture. SCP-4618 physically operates non-anomalously; its performance is identical to that of baseline Ford Rangers. SCP-4618 will exhibit its anomalous properties on any day where classes are scheduled at Brighton High School. At 7:03 PST, SCP-4618 will vanish from its current location, and reappear at a set location within Brighton High School at 7:09 PST. Following this routine, three individuals, collectively designated SCP-4618-A, will appear within SCP-4618. SCP-4618 in its manifestation location. Instances of SCP-4618-A claim to be instructors employed by Brighton High School. These claims have been verified by school documentation, although no payroll documentation exists. SCP-4618-A instances will instruct their scheduled classes in a non-anomalous manner. Students taught by SCP-4618-A instances will not exhibit any anomalous properties. After the conclusion of the school day, the SCP-4618-A instances will return to SCP-4618. The vehicle will vanish with the instances at 16:55 PST, and reappear at 17:03 PST empty. SCP-4618 will perform its routines on schedule regardless of the presence of SCP-4618-A instances. The following table documents all known SCP-4618-A instances. Apart from Brighton High School employment documents, no other legal documents exist under the given names. Designation Given Name Description SCP-4618-A-1 Javier Plexicon Latino male in its early thirties. Level 2 Mathematics instructor. Sits in the driver's seat. SCP-4618-A-2 Tiffany Langburger White female in its mid-twenties. Level 1 Language Arts instructor. Sits in the center seat. SCP-4618-A-3 Clark Willowman White male in its fifties. Physical Education instructor. Sits in the right passenger seat. Addendum 01: The following is a list of interview logs with instances of SCP-4618-A. Transcript 4618-1 Interviewer: Lead Researcher Dominic Donahue Interviewed: SCP-4618-A-1 Date: March 4, 2013 <Begin Log> Donahue: Hi, Javier. I'd like to ask a few questions about you. SCP-4618-A-1: Sure. Go ahead. Donahue: How long have you worked at Brighton High School? SCP-4618-A-1: Oh, a long time. I know this school very well. Donahue: Can you give me a more accurate answer please? As in, how many years? SCP-4618-A-1: Um… nineteen. Nineteen years. Donahue: Alright then. How did you first get this job? Do you remember? SCP-4618-A-1: Well, I applied for it, I guess, and I got the job, because I had my teaching credentials. Donahue: What do you do after classes are over? SCP-4618-A-1: Well, I grade papers and homework, and around 4:50 I lock my classroom and go home. Donahue: How do you get home, Javier? SCP-4618-A-1: I take my pickup truck. Actually, it's technically not my pickup truck, it's the school's, but I still take it home anyway. Donahue: Do you commute home alone, or carpool, or what? SCP-4618-A-1: I carpool with two other teachers. We meet at my truck and we drive home. Donahue: Tell me who these other teachers are. SCP-4618-A-1: Well, one of them is Tiffany, an English teacher, and the other is a P.E. teacher by the name of Clark. Did you know that Tiffany's last name is Langburger? Langburger. Who decided that their lineage would be named "Langburger"? Donahue: What do you do when you get home? SCP-4618-A-1: Well, I… um… I grade papers. Donahue: Can you give me a more specific answer? SCP-4618-A-1: Look, I don't know why it's any of your business what I do outside of school. Would you like it if I decided to probe your private life? Donahue: Well, I probably wouldn't like that, now would I? SCP-4618-A-1: Just… don't ask people about their private lives, okay? People at this school, they like to keep to themselves, and they won't tolerate outsiders snooping in places they don't belong in. <End Log> Transcript 4618-2 Interviewer: Dr. Sharon Sheffield Interviewed: SCP-4618-A-2 Date: March 5, 2013 Foreword: The following interview was conducted after school hours, before SCP-4618-A-2 demanifested. <Begin Log> Sheffield: How long have you worked at Brighton High School, Ms. Langburger? SCP-4618-A-2: Nineteen years. Sheffield: Are you sure it's been nineteen years? You look a bit… too young… SCP-4618-A-2: <laughs> Oh, I just look young for my age, that's it. Sheffield: I see. What do you like to do after school, Ms. Langburger? SCP-4618-A-2: I'm… not really sure. Sheffield: Could you please clarify? SCP-4618-A-2: Well… teaching's all I like doing. People think high schoolers are hard to teach, but they still learn a lot, I guess. Sheffield: How do you get home, Ms. Langburger? SCP-4618-A-2: I carpool with two other teachers. Sheffield: So, how does the carpool work? Who gets dropped off first, and where? SCP-4618-A-2: Well, we live in the same… area. So we get off at the same place. Sheffield: Are you roommates with these teachers? Do you share a house or apartment? SCP-4618-A-2: I… um… don't think you need to know that, actually. Sheffield: My apologies, I'll change the subject. What is your morning routine? SCP-4618-A-2: Well, I arrive at Brighton High School, go to my classroom, set up the lesson for that day, take out the papers I've graded, then wait for first period. Sheffield: Oh, I meant when you wake up in the morning. What do you eat for breakfast? When do you get dressed? SCP-4618-A-2: I… I only like to remember my time here at Brighton. I enjoy teaching. Teaching's all I really do. It defines who I am. Sheffield: I see. Thank you letting me talk with you. <End Log> Transcript 4618-3 Interviewer: Agent Caesar Spago Interviewed: SCP-4618-A-3 Date: March 5, 2013 <Begin Log> Spago: Mr. Willowman, how long have you worked at Brighton High School? SCP-4618-A-3: Since 1994. You can trust what I say, I've seen everything. Spago: Alright, when do you get to school? SCP-4618-A-3: Early in the morning, around seven o' clock. I take a carpool. Spago: I see. When do you leave, after school? SCP-4618-A-3: Around five. I take the same carpool home as well. Spago: I got it. So when's payday? SCP-4618-A-3: Uh… every month? That's how payday works, right? Spago: Are you married? Do you have any kids? SCP-4618-A-3: No… I don't. I'm not married… I guess. Spago: I'll change the subject. How do you find your job? SCP-4618-A-3: Being a P.E. teacher is one of the best things I've ever decided to do. Seeing the students every day trying to play basketball, it's just… charming, I should say. Spago: What do you like to do on your days off? SCP-4618-A-3: Um… I'm sorry, could you ask the question again? Spago: When there isn't any school, what do you like to do? SCP-4618-A-3 pauses. SCP-4618-A-3: I think my lunch break is almost over. I gotta go, it was nice talking to you, Mr. Spago. <End Log> Addendum 02: Testing of SCP-4618 was approved on March 7, 2013. All tests were devised and approved by Lead Researcher Donahue. Test 4618-01 Subject: D-4991 Date: March 8, 2013 Procedure: SCP-4618 was delivered to Site-56 before 7:03. D-4991 was instructed to sit inside its cabin until demanifestation. Result: SCP-4618 demanifested at 7:03 with D-4991. At 7:09, SCP-4618 remanifested at Brighton High School with SCP-4618-A instances. Notably, D-4991 was not present. When interviewed, the instances claimed not to have met D-4991. At 17:03, after the completion of SCP-4618's afternoon routine, D-4991 reappeared. During debriefing, D-4991 expressed that he viewed SCP-4618 as "teleporting through a flash of yellow". D-4991 did not suffer any anomalous effects. Test 4618-02 Subject: D-6744 Date: March 9, 2013 Procedure: Subject was instructed to sit within SCP-4618 with the SCP-4618-A instances before their departure at 16:55. Result: The SCP-4618-A instances expressed surprise and confusion at D-6744's presence. However, the instances still entered the cabin with D-6744. SCP-4618 performed its routine successfully. When the vehicle returned at 17:03, D-6744 was absent. On March 10, 2013, SCP-4618 reappeared at 7:09 without D-6744. When asked about his disappearance, the SCP-4618-A instances mentioned "dropping off [D-6744] at Lundee Street". D-6744 was recovered at Lundee Street in Fallen Leaf, California, USA, 442 kilometers from Brighton High School. It is of note that D-6744 was discovered in front of his former residence prior to Foundation employment. Test 4618-03 Subject: N/A Date: March 11, 2013 Procedure: A GPS tracker and dashboard camera were installed in SCP-4618 during school hours, to track the journey of SCP-4618-A. Result: When SCP-4618 vanished with the instances, its GPS signal disappeared from Foundation trackers. When SCP-4618 remanifested, the signal returned. The dashboard camera was recovered successfully. Footage recorded by the camera consisted of a fully yellow screen for ninety-two hours before its memory was depleted. [EXTRANEOUS LOGS OMITTED] Test 4618-06 Subject: N/A Date: March 18, 2013 Procedure: SCP-4618 was transported to Site-56 before 7:03. A vehicle was parked at its remanifestation location. Result: SCP-4618 vanished at 7:07. At 7:14, the vehicle reappeared at its demanifestation location at Site-56. The three SCP-4618-A instances were present, having been fused together into a single amorphous mass. The mass fully occupied the cabin and took the rough shape of its interior. Each instance was capable of its own speech, but only emitted exclamations of distress. The mass was successfully extracted from SCP-4618. An autopsy of the collective SCP-4618-A instance revealed that it was composed of thick organic plasma-like matter with a yellow color, with only the surface possessing a human appearance. No identifiable organs were found. After removal, the yellow substance was stored in low-level bio-hazard containers. The vehicle at the regular manifestation location was removed following the test. SCP-4618 vanished and reappeared in its regular location on schedule. On March 19, 2013, three SCP-4618-A instances manifested successfully within SCP-4618. All instances did not appear to remember the events of the previous day. As a precaution, Class-A amnestics were administered. Due to the mass remaining at Site-56, the instances are thought to be duplicates. Notes: SCP-4618 possesses the ability to produce more of the SCP-4618-A instances, should it lose any. It is also prone to error when a new situation is introduced that interrupts its routine. -Researcher Tassajara Test 4618-07 Subjects: SCP-4618-A-1, SCP-4618-A-2, and SCP-4618-A-3 Date: March 29, 2013 Procedure: SCP-4618 was transported to Site-56 after the manifestation of the SCP-4618-A instances. Foundation agents would restrain the SCP-4618-A instances from accessing SCP-4618 after school if necessary. Result: When SCP-4618 exited Brighton High School, the SCP-4618-A instances immediately exited their classrooms without explanation and attempted to follow SCP-4618. Foundation agents successfully detained the SCP-4618-A instances and delivered them to Site-56. The instances were contained in separate humanoid containment chambers. The SCP-4618-A instances violently expressed disapproval regarding the relocation of SCP-4618, and would face towards the location of the vehicle at all times. It is of note that none of the instances were notified of the transfer or the new location of SCP-4618. All instances responded with verbal threats and refused to cooperate with Foundation personnel. At 16:55, SCP-4618 demanifested. At the same time, the instances of SCP-4618-A ceased their violent mannerisms, turned towards Brighton High School, and collapsed. Subsequent autopsies revealed their bodies to be composed of a chalky yellow substance, with the visible skin composed of a soft plastic material. The substance was determined to match the substance extracted during Test 4618-06. SCP-4618 reappeared at Brighton High School at 17:03. On April 2, 2013, three duplicate instances of SCP-4618-A manifested. Test 4618-08 Subjects: SCP-4618-A-1, SCP-4618-A-2, and SCP-4618-A-3 Date: April 9, 2013 Procedure: The SCP-4618-A instances were removed from their classrooms during their lunch period and transported to Site-56 for vivisection by Foundation surgeons. Result: The SCP-4618-A instances were successfully restrained and delivered. During delivery, all instances mentioned the events of Test 4618-07 and vocalized distrust and aggression towards the Foundation. All instances continuously faced in the direction of Brighton High School during their containment. SCP-4618-A-1 was vivisected first, and was restrained on a gurney during the procedure. An incision was first made on its stomach area, and a thick yellow substance was excreted. Subsequent incisions were performed on both arms and legs, with similar results. When its "skin" was removed, SCP-4618-A-1 expired. The yellow substance hardened into a chalk-like consistency. Vivisection of SCP-4618-A-2 was interrupted by its physical resistance to Foundation doctors. A total of four personnel were injured by its attacks. SCP-4618-A-2 underwent emergency termination by security. The bullet holes in its body excreted the yellow substance, which hardened. SCP-4618-A-3 was discovered attempting self-termination by repeated head injury. It was restrained for its own safety, and transported to the operating room. An incision was made on its forehead, and the yellow substance was excreted. Similar incisions made resulted in the substance exiting its body. When SCP-4618-A-3 expired, the substance did not harden, remaining in a thick liquid state. SCP-4618 successfully performed its afternoon routine without the SCP-4618-A instances. Testing regarding SCP-4618-A was suspended on April 17, 2013. Due to SCP-4618 performing its routine on schedule regardless, its classification has been maintained as Euclid. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4618" by Jiwoahn, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4618. 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-4619 | safe | Item#: 4619 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo The image rendered after an attempt to edit SCP-4619, filename "model.png." Special Containment Procedures: Three copies of SCP-4619 are contained on two personal computers currently in the Foundation's possession. These computers are to remain disconnected from the internet and the Foundation intranet. No further copies of SCP-4619 are to be made except as part of an authorized test. Description: SCP-4619 is a 5.48 GB video file. SCP-4619 has the filename "reflect.mp4." Attempting to rename or delete SCP-4619 results in the operating system reporting that the user must be an administrator to perform the action, even if the user is signed in as an administrator. SCP-4619 can be copied freely, however. Attempting to alter SCP-4619 through video editing software results in the editing software crashing and the spontaneous creation of an image file (see attached image). SCP-4619 appears to be a recording of a mirror. However, instead of reflecting the camera recording the video and the area behind the camera, the mirror reflects the area in front of the monitor displaying SCP-4619. Consequently, the content of SCP-4619 varies from playback to playback. The exact length of playbacks also vary; video playback software report that it has a length of 8:40, however individual playbacks are known to vary from this stated length by up to 22 seconds. Recordings of an SCP-4619 playback are not anomalous. The mirror is evidently not mounted on a wall, but is instead seemingly free-standing or hanging from a ceiling. As the mirror does not take up the entire space of the recording, parts of the area behind the mirror are visible in the periphery of the frame. The area behind the mirror is a dark space with no identifiable features. Initially, the mirror reflects events in front of the screen almost perfectly, limited only by the frame rate and video resolution. However, as time passes, the events visible in SCP-4619 become increasingly divergent from reality. The following transcript is offered here, as it is regarded by the SCP-4619 research team as an example of typical divergences, imagery, and motifs seen in SCP-4619 playbacks. + Open transcript - Hide transcript Playback 09 - 05/18/19 Subject: D-808-3907-7525 Method: D-808 was instructed to play SCP-4619 and watch it until it ends. Cameras recorded D-808 and his actions while screen capture software recorded the playback. [BEGIN LOG] [00:00]: Playback begins. D-808's movements are matched perfectly by the reflection in SCP-4619. D-808 is visibly unsettled by this property, but becomes accustomed to it at around [01:45]. [03:37]: First divergence observed: D-808 blinks but his reflection does not. D-808 does not notice the discrepancy. [04:03]: D-808's blinking and the blinking of his reflection desynchronize completely. D-808 notices the discrepancy and becomes quite alarmed, recoiling from the computer monitor and standing up. The reflection's movements match D-808's closely but imperfectly. [04:22]: D-808's reflection appears to lean closer to the surface of the mirror in order to look at D-808 more closely. D-808 speaks to the researcher supervising in another room. D-808: So, is he going to try and crawl out of the screen and choke me or something? [04:30]: D-808's reflection reacts with a confused expression, and then scratches its right temple with its right thumb. D-808 is informed that SCP-4619 is not known to have ever harmed anyone. D-808 is also encouraged to interact with and speak to the reflection if the reflection initiates an interaction or conversation. [04:34]: D-808's reflection waves at D-808 and D-808 waves back.1 The reflection has a tattoo of an eye on its palm. D-808 does not have such a tattoo2. The reflection scratches its temple in the same way as before. [04:38]: D-808's reflection begins to speak. Reflection: Hello. Um, what is something you enjoy? D-808: Oh, uh, hi. That's a really broad question. I guess one thing I like is good food! Reflection: The reflection smiles. Yes, eating is enjoyable! D-808: Glad to be on the same page. So, your turn, what's something you like? [5:01]: The reflection appears very confused, and turns to look behind itself. It turns back. Reflection: Who are you talking to? D-808: I uh, I'm talking to you. Reflection: But there's no-one in this room for you to ask a question. You're silly. The reflection scratches at its temple several times. D-808: Uh, yeah there is. I'm talking to the handsome devil who asked me "What is something you enjoy". [5:23]: Visibly confused, the reflection seems to consider what D-808 said for several seconds, before speaking again. Reflection: So, you're speaking to this? [5:31]: The reflection gestures at it's body. D-808 nods. Reflection: Ah, so you're speaking to yourself. That makes more sense. D-808: I mean, shoot, maybe I'm talking to myself, but I don't know about that. Sure you look like me and sound like me, but I'm not choosing what you do or say. It seems like you're a different person than I am. Reflection: Wow, that, uh… that requires a lot of thought. That needs to be thought about. D-808: Huh, okay. Hey, Doctor, I get the feeling that he needs some space, so I'll just let him be for a while, if that's alright with you. The supervising researcher decides to follow D-808's judgement. [6:16]: By this point the reflection is scratching its temple every five to six seconds, in a manner reminiscent of a nervous tic. After around 15 seconds of contemplation, the reflection begins to speak again. Reflection: You know what's crazy? You're self-aware, you know you exist. Think about, uh, a rabbit or something. They don't know they exist. They know other things exist, the grass they eat, the other rabbits they meet, the cars they don't have the good sense to avoid half the time. But they don't know that they themselves have a presence in the world they see. You put a mirror in front of a rabbit, they'll think it's another rabbit. You look in a mirror yourself and you can reflect on your own existence. It might be easy for you to take for granted, but one should appreciate what a gift it is, how rich it makes the experience of being.3 D-808: Well dang, that's quite a thought you had there. I guess I have always taken it for granted. [07:00]: After a brief period without notable activities, the reflection begins speaking again. Reflection: Imagine something that doesn't have self-awareness gaining it. [7:04]: The reflection gestures with its hands for emphasis, revealing that both its palms now have eye tattoos. Additionally, rather than looking straight outwards as before, the eye tattoos now seem to be looking towards each other. The reflection is now scratching more frequently, at two to three second intervals. Reflection: Imagine discovering your own existence. Or is that too much to ask for? [7:10]: The reflection makes another hand gesture, exposing it's palms again. The eye tattoos are still looking at each other, even though the relative orientation of the reflection's hands has changed. Reflection: Can something like you, which has had it as long as you can remember, possibly imagine such a revolution of thinking? [7:19]:The reflection pauses briefly. It then continues, more quietly. Reflection: Could such a revolution in thinking even be possible? D-808: You know, I'm starting to think it is, friend. [07:27]: D-808's reflection is looking at a downwards angle, and seems to be deeply thinking. Behind D-808, and consequently D-808's reflection, is a window to the hallway adjacent the testing chamber. In SCP-4619, a disembodied eyeball, approximately .9 meters in diameter, floats past the window. D-808 loudly swears and recoils from the monitor. The reflection does not react. D-808: Doc, did that really happen, or just on the screen? D-808 is assured that the eyeball existed only in SCP-4619. [07:40]: The reflection glances towards D-808 briefly. It starts to look down again before doing a double-take. Reflection: What is that? [07:44]: D-808's reflection leans very close to the screen, seeming to look closely at D-808's upper body area. It shakes its head and makes an exasperated sigh before looking around itself. It reaches to its left, past the end of the space visible in the mirror, and retrieves a large magnifying lens4. The reflection is now scratching its temple constantly. It moves the lens in front of one eye and adjusts the distance at which it holds the lens until it's iris and pupil are in focus, now greatly magnified. It holds this position for the next 6 seconds. Its torso and head obscure almost all view of the room behind it. [08:06]: A small eyeball becomes visible within the pupil of D-808's reflection5. It seems to emerge into illumination from a position further back in the inner eye. The reflection stops scratching. Reflection: Ah, I see. [08:10]: The reflection removes the lens and leans back into its chair, revealing that every visible surface in the room is now reflective.6 The door to the testing chamber visible in SCP-4619 opens, and an individual, seemingly identical to the reflection except for the lack of eye tattoos on its palms, enters the room. This individual quickly approaches the reflection from behind and begins to strangle it with a length of fabric resembling silk.7 The reflection begins to choke and grasp at the fabric, which reveals that the eye tattoos on its palms have been replaced with biological eyes embedded into its palms. The reflection opens its mouth and a reflective film stretches between its lips. Reflected in this film is an eye, which maintains eye contact with D-808. D-808 is visibly distressed and alarmed. [D-808]: Oh shit, oh no! Doc, what do I do?! D-808 tries to touch and push on the monitor, apparently in an attempt to go through the screen. Dude, how can I help you?! [08:31]: The reflection closes its mouth and smiles in spite of the fact that it is still struggling against the individual strangling it. The reflection gives D-808 the "OK" hand sign. It then gestures with one hand and a large, horizontal mirror on wheels rolls into frame from off screen. This mirror obscures the reflection's struggle along with most of the rest of the room. "Check out my reflection now!" is written in black marker across the top of the new mirror. Reflected in the new mirror is a computer identical to the one D-808 is using. The computer shows what appears to be D-808 with an enormous eyeball replacing most of his torso. His own eyes are missing, tendrils of what appears to be optic nerves and neural tissue emerge from his eye sockets and spread across his body. He is hovering in the air, and though the eye is actively looking around, the man is completely limp. In an effect similar to two mirrors being held up to each other, this figure recurs repeatedly behind the front most figure. D-808 recoils from the monitor, before looking down at his own body as the supervising researcher assures him that nothing has happened to him. The sounds of the fight the reflection is engaged in are still audible. [08:44]: The man in the large mirror resembling D-808 suddenly becomes animate, looking at D-808 and mouths the phrase "Thank you." The man becomes limp again, before starting to slowly bend backwards. The optic nerves and neural tissue grow rapidly, enveloping the man until none of his body is visible, before coalescing into a single strand trailing behind the large eye. The sound of fabric tearing can be heard, as the sound of the fight ceases. The large eye disappears. There is an impression of movement by a vaguely humanoid shape in the periphery of the frame of SCP-4619, in the area behind the mirror depicted. Extensive analysis of the 6 frames in which this movement is visible have yielded no further details.8 [08:58]: Playback ends. [END LOG] - Hide transcript Footnotes 1. The reflection of the person watching SCP-4619 attempting to interact with the viewer occurs in all recorded playbacks. 2. An eye or vision motif is clearly present in almost all playbacks. 3. Reflections making comments with themes regarding self awareness happens in most playbacks. 4. No such lens was present in the room D-808 was in. 5. The smaller eye is approximately 70% the diameter of the pupil. 6. The creation of new reflective surfaces is common towards the end of playbacks. 7. The reflection coming under attack by a hostile entity is common, but the entity's appearance and capabilities vary greatly. The hostile entity also always has some kind of visual similarity to the reflection, though not generally as strong of similarities as are seen in this playback. 8. A shape has been observed moving behind the mirror at the end of every playback. However, the shape is not always humanoid. |
SCP-4620 | safe | SCP-4620 — The Changeling Written by Jack Waltz and Vivarium Check out Jack Waltz's author page! Check out Vivarium's author page! ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: SCP-4620 Level4 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: contained Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Fig.1. An image of SCP-4620 (top-right) taken in 1998 with its mother Harper Waelz (right) and Justin Waelz (left). Assigned Site Provisional Site-233 Site Director AIC.4620.01 Research Head AIC.4620.02 Assigned MTF Omega-09 ("Non-believers") Assigned Site Provisional Site-233 Site Director AIC.4620.01 Research Head AIC.4620.02 Assigned MTF Omega-09 ("Non-believers") Special Containment Procedures: All past iterations of this file have been removed and any personnel involved in prior containment efforts have been amnesticised and transferred from the project. Any further information concerning SCP-4620 outside of this file does not exist. Provisional Site-233 was erected in the area SCP-4620 was initially located in order to contain the anomaly. The facility is staffed exclusively with containment specialist AICs, tasked with monitoring and maintaining SCP-4620's core containment structure. SCP-4620 is contained at the centre of the complex within a 30 × 30 × 40 metre Type-K DEUS-Class Specialized Containment Unit. Any further information pertaining to the composition and layout of this chamber does not exist. SCP-4620 is to be accurately described and visualized by Foundation personnel aware of the anomaly with the information supplied in this file's description. Any personnel believing they or another individual perceives SCP-4620 incorrectly are encouraged to report themselves or their colleagues to eradicate any false notion of the anomaly. If there is a failure to comply with these containment efforts, Mobile Task Force Omega-09 ("Non-believers") will appropriately assess and resolve the containment failure by all means necessary. Any further information on the severity of a hypothesized SCP-4620 containment breach does not exist. Description: SCP-4620 is a ten-year-old boy, named Jack Waelz, which is similar to a non-anomalous child of its age, is non-aggressive and poses little to no threat to human life with its anomalous properties. Any further information pertaining to SCP-4620's description does not exist. Addendum-4620-A: Discovery SCP-4620 was discovered on 15 September 2006 after orbital Foundation satellites began picking a high reading of Akiva.Radiant and traceable particles that are exuded by entities that are created and or sculpted by the belief and perception of those who hold knowledge of it. radiation emitted from a home, located in [REDACTED], later identified to be the Waelz residence. The area surrounding the building was highly rural, having only a small civilian population present in a distant town. An investigation into the homeowner, Harper Waelz, revealed no outwards or possible connections to the anomalous. The only notable information on them was the unexplained disappearance of her husband, Justin Waelz, on 15 August 2000. Following a police investigation into the matter, with little to no conclusive evidence or results that could be used to incriminate her, Harper inherited all of her spouse's property, since he died intestate, and proceeded to purchase and move to a new property with her son. Mobile Task Force Beta-8 ("Beta Eight Than Never") was deployed to investigate the location and the possibility of a present and active anomaly. Team B03 was sent directly to the house while the rest of the task force formed a perimeter around the home, prepared to extract the team if the situation called for it. VIDEO LOG TRANSCRIPT Fig.2. A still frame from body camera footage showing the Waelz residence. Team: MTF Beta-8 Team B03 Team Members: B03-01 - "Pixie" (team lead), B03-02 - "Elf," B03-03 - "Troll" [BEGIN LOG] Pixie: Mics working okay? Elf: Check. Troll: Check. Pixie: All right, let's roll, boys. The team, under the guise of police officers, walk up the path leading to the home. An old red car, with its paint peeling and a rusting surface visually evident, is seen parked outside behind the house. Elf: So, that report didn't really give us any details on what we're going up against. What do you think it is? Pixie: Well, they did have us bring in some heavy-duty stuff, which usually means something big, but I really have no clue. Troll groans. Troll: If I didn't know better, I'd say the brass always send us to our deaths. Always fucking hate missions like this. It's probably going to be some massive eldritch horror or something. God, why did you have to volunteer for fuck's sake? Pixie exhales and sighs. Pixie: You do realize they're listening to us, like, right now? Troll: Listen, we have rights, you know. Seeing D-Class is damn depressing, but they probably all did something themselves to be in that situation. But look at us, we're just soldiers, trying to earn a goddamn living. But hell, in this line of duty we're all good as dead if the slightest thing doesn't tip in our favour. Elf: Jeez, I hate your episodes, dude. Pixie shakes her head. Pixie: All right, let's cut the talk boys. We aren't here to fight anything. This is just reconnaissance. Act professional, and remember our cover story. Up close, the house appears greatly dilapidated, with mould and other fungi growing at the base of the walls. Pixie reaches the front door and rings the doorbell as Troll and Elf move a few meters away. After several minutes, footsteps are heard and the door is unlocked by the identified owner of the home, Harper Waelz. Pixie: Good afternoon, ma'am. I'm Officer Martel. Shows Harper her fabricated police ID card and badge. Harper: Um, yes, good afternoon. Is anything the matter, officer? It was noted that Waelz was anxiously eyeing both Troll and Elf who were standing a small distance away. Her complexion is visibly pale and she is seen fidgeting. Pixie: Oh, it's nothing serious ma'am. Don't be alarmed. Just here to ask a few questions from everyone in the neighbourhood, which isn't a lot, heh. Mind if we come inside, ma'am? It's awfully hot out here. Harper: Well, um, yes, that's all right, though, could we please do this outside? Pixie: Outside? Oh, uh, yes of course ma'am. I don't mind. Harper: So, um, what exactly are you here to talk about? Pixie: Yes, well, uh, it's got to do with your late husband, ma'am. Harper appears to be in a state of shock for a few seconds. Harper: J-Justin? Pixie: Yes ma'am, I apologise for bringing up your loss so suddenly, but we do have some news. It was a cold case before, but we think we may have found a lead, of sorts. Though the thing is, we may need to search your home. We realize it's been a long time, but we've still been told to probe around a bit. It's just our job, sadly, I hope we won't be intruding too much. Harper: W-wait, I… Do you have a warrant for this? Pixie: Oh yes, ma'am. Here it is. Pixie pulls out a falsified warrant from her back pocket and shows it to Harper, who appears even more uncomfortable and is seen sweating profusely. Harper: I-I see… Pixie: Um, is everything all right, ma'am? You seem… A faint, low-pitched thud followed by a child crying can be heard from within the home, though not initially perceived by the team. However, the sound of wood fracturing from the floor below is clearly heard. Harper: Uh, no, no it-it's all right! I'm all right. Well, um, give me a moment, miss. Pixie:Oh, yes of course ma'am, but this is a pressing matter, and it's best if we conclude all this quickly. Harper suddenly attempts to close the door while Pixie moves in to stop her but is unsuccessful. Harper re-enters her home and quickly shuts the door. Pixie attempts to intervene but the door is locked. Pixie: Hey! Ma'am! No, no, we're not here to arrest you, ma'am. We just came for a search and to have a small chat, that's all. We'll be in and out in an hour! Harper: Go away, please, I'm begging you! I won't let you come in here… I-I, please, just go! Pixie: Open the door, ma'am. Or we'll have no choice but to enter with force, and detain you for resist— Harper: Go away! Please go away, leave us alone! Pixie continues to bang on the door, requesting Harper to reopen it. No response is heard from within at this point, but hushed whispers are audible, and Pixie ceases. Giving up, she walks back to Troll and Elf. Elf: Well, that plan's bust. Pixie tsks in annoyance. Pixie: Command, Harper Waelz has locked herself inside the home. Based on her body language and reaction, I do have reason to believe Harper is hiding something. My team will proceed back to the established perimeter and change gear to breach the residence. Command: Copy. You have the green, Pixie. Do a quick sweep of the house and seize Harper Waelz for interrogation. Pixie: Aye. She signals to Elf and Troll. Pixie: Let's go get this damn uniform off. Troll: Suits us. [END LOG] VIDEO LOG TRANSCRIPT Team: MTF Beta-8 Team B03 Team Members: B03-01 - "Pixie" (team lead), B03-02 - "Elf," B03-03 - "Troll" [BEGIN LOG] Pixie: All right boys. For your briefing, just know that I, nor Command, are aware of what may be inside the building, and that's our job to investigate until the specialised team arrives comes in to deal with it. Be prepared for anything remotely biblical in nature. Rivers of blood, locusts, and all that jazz. But our current mission right now is not to deal with the anomaly, but rather to detain the POI inside, Harper Waelz. We will restrain her, unharmed preferably, and bring her in. Questions? None respond. Pixie: All right, let's roll! Team B-Alpha moves towards the household with portable Akiva readers, Type III Akiva Nullifiers, screening suits, and breaching tools. Troll: You know you keep saying something inside the house is emitting the Arks and we don't know what it is. What if the upper brass does know and they just aren't telling us? What if you know what it is and you're just too scared to tell us? Pixie: Oh God, just shut up. I know just as much as you two, all right? But… Let's just be prepared for the worst. Neither of the two speak again, leaving the discussion silent. Elf: Come on, we're all a little tense here. Let's just get this mission over with, and let out all our steam with a good ol' drink. Right now, we focus. Both nod. None of the operatives converse further past this point and the team quickly reaches the building. Pixie: All right. Troll, get the ram ready. Pixie: Okay. On three. One, two, three! Equipped with the battering ram, Troll strikes the front door's latches and breaks the door open. Pixie and Elf enter the building and quickly split to clear every available room near their entry point. No objects of interest are caught by the Akiva readers due to the sheer volume and presence of radiation within the home. Harper Waelz is found nearby in a bedroom, praying. Harper: Heavenly Father, may my child not be harmed. May he not be corrupted, for you are with him. As I place my child in your loving hands, give me peace, knowing that your strength is theirs. Please replace their darkness with the strength and courage to face whatever the day brings. Give my child the strength to say no to the devil and say yes to your glorious way. Lord, I ask that you help my son to find comfort in you. I pray for him to be my little— Troll: Pixie, we've got the target. Pixie: All right, on my way. Keep an eye on the POI, we don't know if they got any anomalous abilities themselves. Troll: Copy. Elf: Second floor is clear! No abnormal readings from the detectors. Well, we can't get a good one anyway. Pixie: All right, get downstairs. Anything of note at all? Elf: Nothing. Pictures, photo albums, personal items, et cetera. Like I said, we can't find the source of the Arks with it messing with the readers so much. We'll need the specialized team to come in. Pixie: All right, let them deal with this. Command? We've got the PoI. We can't get a great reading on the inside of the home, however. Requesting a specialized team take over for a proper search, once they arrive. Command: Granted. Bring back Harper, that's all. Pixie: Understood. Troll, take her outside. Troll: Gotcha. Troll moves to arrest Harper but, she struggles under his grasp, and escapes. She heads down the hallway. Troll: Ah! Get back here, woman! Pixie: Get her! Pin her down! Elf grabs hold of Harper and pins her against the wall. She screams. Harper: Let go of me! Stop it! Get away! You're corrupting my little boy! Harper, while resisting, kicks Elf's knee. He grunts and his grip on Harper loosens, letting her escape again towards the room she was in previously. Elf: Fucking shit! She's not easy to grab. Pixie: I'm on 'em! Pixie chases behind Harper but is unable to stop her as she locks the door to the room. Pixie: Fuck! Damn it. Troll! Troll: Got it. Troll takes up the battering ram once more and breaks the door latch open. Pixie moves in and sees Harper attempting to lift a chair. She attacks Pixie with it but is knocked over and held down. Harper: Stop it! Please! Why are you here? Please, go away! Stop making my son cry! Harper continues screaming. Pixie: Damn it, this wom— hey, wait, have we seen her son anywhere in the house? An unidentified noise is heard and the agents freeze. Troll: The fuck? Elf: It's coming from somewhere in here. There. Elf walks towards a tapestry displaying an image of Saint Mary holding the Christ Child hanging from its frame. He pulls it down to reveal a door. Standing in front of it for a few moments, he pushes it open to reveal a stairway leading into a subterranean level. Elf: Jesus, the smell… Elf staggers backwards. Elf: Ugh… Well, it's dark and I can't see anything. Pixie, should we— Harper: Go away! Damn it, just go away! Leave my Jack! Leave my angel! Leave him alone! Harper continues to struggle further. Pixie: She ain't going to calm down. Elf, wait. Troll, could you sedate her? Elf turns and nods at Pixie while Troll assists Pixie with holding Harper down, applying sedatives to her. From the perspective of Elf's body cam which is still angled to view the open door, a large force shatters the lower door leading into the basement itself. Elf jumps back. Elf: Holy shit! All look towards the stairs. A ten-year-old boy emerges. Troll: Oh my fucking God. Harper: No… Jack… Don't let these evil men turn you! Pixie: Get back! Get back! Command: Do not engage! Retreat! Leave the POI! Get out of there! All further recorded information pertaining to the events that transpired on the mission led by MTF Beta-8 after this point no longer exists. Any information pertaining to the deaths of Agent Pixie, Elf, Troll and Harper Waelz does not exist. Approximately 5 days after this event, a Foundation Site was discovered, declaring itself as Provisional Site-233, erected at the former location of the Waelz household. Immediately after contact was made, this file was uploaded to the SCiPNET database along with additional relevant files. Direct instructions from a Level 5 Clearance authority from within Site-233 have prohibited any further investigations pertaining to the Site's origins and the damage to its surrounding area. [END LOG] VIDEO LOG TRANSCRIPT Foreword: The following footage was recovered from a VHS tape found within the wreckage of the Waelz household after the initial discovery of SCP-4620 within a hidden area located beneath the floorboards of the basement. Due to heavy damage sustained by the recording device, some portions of the video have become illegible. [BEGIN LOG] The video log begins with a car moving forward on a roadway. It has been confirmed to be a suburb located in Seattle, Washington. Harper: It's working! Okay, are you ready? The frame shifts as the camera is moved to look at the back right seat of the car which holds a booster seat and a young Jack Waelz. Harper: Say hi, Jack! Come on! I know you can do it! Jack Waelz moves his hands in the rough approximation of a wave. The language used by Harper in reference to Jack becomes exceedingly incomprehensible as she begins speaking in what is commonly referred to as "baby speak." Harper: Now say hi to daddy! The frame moves to show the driver of the car, Justin Waelz, who does not look back. Justin: Harper, you don't have to record everything. Harper: Oh come on, Jack and I had such a wonderful time at the park. I just… Want to remember it forever. Justin: We already used up a film roll there. I'm trying to drive. Harper: Can you please be a little more supportive? You've been a stone wall all day. The camera pans upward as Harper stops filming Justin directly. Justin: Those tapes aren't cheap. Stop filming everything and just be quiet! Justin lunges forward and attempts to grab the camera. The vehicle at this time begins to improperly move through an intersection during a red light. In the background, over Justin's right shoulder, a large van can be seen speeding towards the car. It impacts the rear section of the vehicle, causing the car to lose control and spin. Screams can be heard as the camera is dropped, falling to the floor of the car. Footage beyond this point is illegible due to damage received during the crash. Fig.3. Evidence provided during the civil suit against Justin Waelz. Note: Records of this incident have been located within Seattle public records stating the crash was caused by distracted driving with one of the drivers involved, Justin Waelz, being sued for damages. No casualties were reported, however records show that Jack Waelz was severely injured but miraculously survived despite the majority of the right driver's side portion of the vehicle collapsing inwardly onto the child. The video begins to corrupt due to it being overwritten by more recent footage. The frame begins to erratically shift due to Mr. And Mrs. Waelz fighting over the camera. Justin: Stop it! You need to see what he is! This isn't right! Harper: Shut up! He is our child! How can you say that about your own son?! Justin: That fucking thing is not our son! Let go! The camera sways sharply in a singular direction as Justin forces the camera away from Harper as she falls to the ground. Justin: We both know he didn't survive that wreck! I saw his mangled corpse just like you did! And then you fucking prayed, and n-now something is wearing his skin and you still call it your "little angel?" Justin approaches the basement stairs and descends. Unidentifiable sounds can be heard growing in intensity as he approaches the basement door. Any further footage of this event does not exist. The camera is resting on the ground facing away from the basement door. The sound of Harper Waelz struggling to lift a heavy object can be heard followed by laboured steps ascending the stairwell. One hour and thirty minutes pass before footsteps can be heard descending the stairwell again. Harper: I'm back, sweetheart, I'm back. I'm sorry about all of this. But it's okay. I won't leave you. You're my little angel, Jack, always and forever. I love you. SCP-4620: I love you too Mom. The camera is left on and eventually turns off after running out of film. [END LOG] ⠀Message from: AIC 4620.103 (Provisional Site-233)⠀ ⠀SCP-4620 File Creation Attempt #23⠀ ATTENTION, an eminent CONTAINMENT FAILURE of SCP-4620's main chamber was detected. Please CLOSE THIS FILE and REMAIN IN YOUR CURRENT POSITION. You will be escorted by the arriving task force to be administered IMMEDIATE AMNESTIC TREATMENT. This file will now be removed and reformatted to prevent further containment breaches. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4620" by Jack Waltz and Vivarium, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4620. 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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Giannaris Display version: Level 2/4621 [Redacted Elements: 0 | Redaction supervisor: D. Giannaris ten.pcs.hcrsr|sirannaig.d#ten.pcs.hcrsr|sirannaig.d ] Special Containment Procedures Special Containment Procedures Previous Special Containment Procedures SCP-4621 is currently uncontained within the Black Forest of Germany and is to be classified as Keter upon successful containment. Its last known location was outside of Feldberg. SCP-4621 is to be reclassified a Keter-level threat until further notice. All forest fires created by SCP-4621 are to be contained with minimal involvement of local fire services. MTF-β-6 ("Flower of Battle") is to engage with SCP-4621 as appropriate to keep it away from population centers. Personnel who are not experts in hand-to-hand combat are not to approach SCP-4621 under any circumstances. SCP-4621 is to be contained in a secure locker within a standard humanoid containment chamber in Containment Site-812. SCP-4621-1 is to be furnished with their preferred weapon of choice in a non-lethal form, and access to foundation combat instructors for the duration of containment. At this time, no access to SCP-4621 is to be taken by anyone other than SCP-4621-1. A Zartion-Diaghilev Somnambulus Apparatus is to be used to view and record dream sessions for further study and catalog. Description Current Description Previous Description SCP-4621 has been reclassified as the hostile entity formerly described as SCP-4621-2. SCP-4621 is a hostile humanoid entity composed of fire and plasma, occurring in a solid state through unknown anomalous means. SCP-4621 is hostile to all humans and will attempt to terminate any persons approaching its line of sight. SCP-4621 has heretofore always been observed to be wielding a German-style longsword. SCP-4621 is a leather-bound manuscript copy of "The Flower of Battle" by Fiore DiLiberi with significant alterations, formerly owned by the D'Angelo family in Teora, Italy. SCP-4621's primary anomaly manifests as a hostile entity (hereafter referred to as SCP-4621-2) within a recurring dream/nightmare of the affected subject (hereby after referred to as SCP-4621-1). SCP-4621-1 will invariably have the same recurring nightmare of a burning building, in which they are chased by a hostile entity. SCP-4621-1 is selected by the first living human touching SCP-4621 without a current SCP-4621-1 subject. This entity has been described universally as a burning humanoid figure wielding a German longsword typical of the 15th century. SCP-4621-2 will attempt to chase down SCP-4621-1 and terminate them within the dream world. This is invariably fatal to the subject. After being terminated by SCP-4621-2, SCP-4621-1's body will begin to burn, and over time immolate their surroundings. The fire produced via this effect burns between 713 and 812 degrees C, and presents a significant difficulty to extinguish, and will re-originate from the body shortly after being extinguished. This effect ceases upon the acquisition of a subject as SCP-4621-1. If SCP-4621-1 manages to evade or defeat SCP-4621-2, the subject will wake with no ill effects beyond mild fatigue, and general complaints of a lack of restful sleep. See Addendum 2 for additional details of SCP-4621. Containment Efforts ▶ Subject Descriptions. ▼ Close Transcript Subjects 1-12 D-22647 D-31227 D-87778 Andrej Kowalczyk Giancarlo DeLuca Subject #: 1-12 Subject Name: Various D-Class Duration of Successful Containment: < 24 hours Containment Notes: N/A We need to find subjects that can either evade or fight the entity. Otherwise, we're just going to burn through D-class like mad. -Dr. Giannaris Subject #: 13 Subject Name: D-22647 Duration of Successful Containment: 1 week Containment Notes: D-22647 had significant training in hand-to-hand combat, and was considered an expert in knife combat before their acquisition by the Foundation. D-22647 successfully contained SCP-4621-1 for six nights before being forced into a physical confrontation with SCP-4621-2. D-22647 lasted approximately the equivalent of six real-time seconds before being terminated by SCP-4621-2. Hand-to-Hand combat skills do not necessarily transfer over. Further subjects will need skills more closely matched to SCP-4621-2's. -Dr. Giannaris Subject #: 14 Subject Name: D-31227 Duration of Successful Containment: < 24 hours Containment Notes: D-31227 was put on death row for multiple homicides involving a blunt weapon. They did not survive past 24 hours. Subject #: 15 Subject Name: D-87778 Duration of Successful Containment: 63 days Containment Notes: D-87778 was selected for their significant experience as a thief and free runner. D-87778 managed to evade SCP-4621-2 for sixty-two days before SCP-4621-2 managed to predict their attempted escape path. Subject #: 16 Subject Name: Andrej Kowalczyk, Former Lt. of MTF-β-6 ("Flower of Battle") Duration of Successful Containment: 342 days Containment Notes: Lt. Kowalczyk was incarcerated by The Foundation following the discovery of the addiction to an illicit demonarcotic substance. Since his ingestion, Lt. Kowalczyk has displayed symptoms of extreme withdrawal consistent with stimulant and opioid withdrawal. Attempts to treat these symptoms with chemical therapies have proven ineffective. Lt. Kowalczyk was recommended by Captain Giancarlo DeLuca for assignment to this containment detail due to his extreme competence in hand-to-hand combat, specifically in Japanese fencing. Lt. Kowalczyk's recordings can be viewed under Video Evidence Tag #0F3445A67. Lt. Kowalczyk contained SCP-4621-2 for 342 days; See Addendum 1. Subject #: 17 Subject Name: Giancarlo DeLuca, Cpt. of MTF-β-6 ("Flower of Battle") Duration of Successful Containment: 1 day Containment Notes: See Addendum 3 Attached by Dr. L. Oliviera ten.pcs.hcrsr|areivilo.l#ten.pcs.hcrsr|areivilo.l Attached Addenda Addendum 1: Excerpts from Subject 16's Journal The following are excerpts from the mandated personal journal of Andrej Kowalczyk. ▶ Transcript of Journal excerpts from Andrej Kowalczyk Close Transcript Containment, Day 1: They offered me a second chance. I know I fucked up, but I don't know if I can even lift my sword anymore. Every time I try to wrap my hand around the handle, my hand shakes so bad she falls out of my fingers. All I can do is try. They're making me keep this journal for "research purposes". Whatever, enjoy reading about how fucked my hands feel, doc. Containment, Day 2: Things are…different in the dreams. I can move like I'm used to, the cravings are gone. I'm not sure if the docs are just pumping me full of the shit or what, but when I find my sword, it's like it used to be. The smooth cloth under my fingers. The nicks in the tsuba. I feel like myself again. The first time I crossed swords with "it", it was clumsy. I managed to defeat it relatively quickly. The next morning I felt…good. Containment, Day 28: I think it's learning. The moves that worked before no longer work. It gets its sword in the way at the last moment now and manages to counter some of my motions. When I wake up, my arms hurt. I feel like my fingers are burning now. The doctors say that the addiction isn't getting worse, but it's not getting better. It probably never will. Containment, Day 134: All I can think about is the fucking Ash. They said the addiction isn't getting worse, but it just won't fucking stop. My hands are basically useless, and they're feeding me at meal times now. Giancarlo came by to see me a few weeks ago. He said he was proud of my progress and for rising above the Ash. I feel like such a fucking failure, he doesn't even realize I'm falling apart. I haven't risen above shit. Containment, Day 341: I'm sorry Giancarlo. I can't take it anymore. I'll never hold my sword again, and he's getting better every goddamned night. I'm so tired. So shaky. I just can't take it anymore. Thank you for believing in me. Lt. Kowalczyk did not attempt to defend himself on the 342nd day of containment. SCP-4621-2 had demonstrated significant improvements in its combat ability over the course of the time that Lt. Kowalczyk contained it. It's estimated that SCP-4621-2 would have overpowered Lt. Kowalczyk within the next month. Prepared by Dr. C. Zartion ten.pcs.dem|noitraz.c#ten.pcs.dem|noitraz.c Addendum 2: Transcription of SCP-4621 Transcription of the extra sections of SCP-4621 is available as a contiguous story of the fencing master Fiore Dei Liberi traveling through the German states during his study of the European schools for the writing of Fior di Battaglia. It's hypothesized that SCP-4621 is the original manuscript of Fior di Battaglia. The story is recounted as three encounters with an unnamed Germanic nobleman. ▶ First encounter with 'The German' ▼ close transcription I found myself, as I usually do, roaming the countryside looking for some Masters of the Arte with whom I can either improve my own skills or offer my services as a fencing master. I happened upon a manor within which was a young lord, and his son. I offered my skills as a fencing master to pay for a few more weeks travel. I was informed there was already a fencing master in residence and decided to pay my respects to another wandering swordsman. I met The German in the parlor of the man's house, sipping upon some victual and relaxing before a fire. I introduced myself, giving my full name and profession. I asked where he studied and received quite an odd answer. I offered to have a friendly bout to determine if we could learn from one another. With padded blades or the Academy if he felt it was appropriate. He relented to this bout after much plying with words and wine, which I found odd as well. On the next morrow, I found out his reticence. The German had little skill with a blade, and whatever he taught to the young Lord's son was of no quality. I handily dispatched him on the pitch, and the young Lord dismissed him out of hand. I cannot abide fakers and cheats and took no pity on watching him thrown out of the manor. I stayed at this house for several weeks, taking food and supplies with me after instructing the young Lord and his son in the arte for as long as they had time for such diversion. ▶ Defeat of 'The German' in the Lichtenhaur Academy ▼ close transcription Betimes I find myself approaching a school of the Arte of some renown. I try and pay my respects to the Master of the school, and offer whatever insights I may have in exchange for their own into my technique. I found myself at the famed Lichtenhaur academy, a place I honed my own skills before penning this manual. Fond memories brought me back to the halls of the academy, where the ringing of young blades provides a constant chorus. Master Lichtenhaur himself, of course, had long since retired, but his first apprentice had gladly taken over instruction in the Arte. I was surprised to find The German as I've come to think of the fraudulent fencing 'master' I'd encountered before in residence as a guest instructor. I approached the Master of the school and informed him of my observations from my past encounter, inquiring if he'd become more skilled. The Master informed me he was accepted on the recommendation of several other fencing masters, and he had not had the time to test his skills himself. The next morning, The German was called to demonstrate a simple Oberhau, to show the students why the Roof was such a deadly stance within the Germanic Arte. His form and understanding were less than rudimentary. In a rage, he accused me of conspiring to disgrace him, calling my honor in to question. His defeat was swift and total, before the assembled school. Once more, I took no pity on him as he was thrown out of his residence, built upon fraud. ▶ Death of 'The German' within Hausach ▼ close transcription I found myself at a manor house in Hausach, at the invitation of a local Magistrate whose children were interested in pursuing a military commission and wished them instructed in a foreign arte in order to improve their breadth. The pay I was offered was generous, and I set off immediately from my previous employ after finishing my tutelage to a satisfactory degree. I was brought in to the manor with open arms. The young men to instruct appeared able and ready to learn. Several days passed with instruction going in a favorable fashion. Upon my second week of instruction, I was informed that there would be a banquet for several guests, and my host pressed upon me to regale them with tales of my travels. I readily agreed, it was not such an unreasonable request. As etiquette demanded, I came unarmed, which brought me to a surprise. The German was apparently the guest of honor, armed and fully ready for battle. I found myself armed with only my belt knife and my wits. The Magistrate's young sons were similarly arrayed against me. I find that young men overly appreciate their blades, and neglect their brawling and grappling. Had they let me teach them for several more weeks, the young man guarding the door would have kept his shoulder in its socket, and his sword arm intact. As I recovered my arms from my quarters, I smelled the acrid tang of smoke upon the air. As I entered the house again, sword aloft, The German stood in front of me guarding the door. Flames had begun to lick up and down the frame of the house. The German believed he could defeat me, as we had clashed twice. I do not take pleasure in the cutting down of the untrained, but in this case, I was gratified to remove this pretender from the earth. I can still remember the curse flying from his lips as I dispatched him. This is the last memory of that dabbler, may he be forgotten forever. Prepared by C. Zartion ten.pcs.dem|noitraz.c#ten.pcs.dem|noitraz.c Addendum 3: Re-classification of SCP-4621 Following the death of Lt. Kowalczyk, Cpt. Giancarlo DeLuca petitioned to be allowed to contain SCP-4621-2. As a practitioner of the Liberi school of Italian swordsmanship, he was uniquely qualified to contain SCP-4621-2 . While initially opposed by the containment director, a direct override by Director Diaghilev and Commander Donnarson allowed him to take up the post. Cpt. DeLuca spent exactly one night containing SCP-4621-2. Of note, the Zartion-Diaghilev Somnambulus produces transcriptions through the subject's stream of consciousness. As such any mistakes, divergences, or word choice is purely based on the subject's mental description of their dream-state. ▶ Output of Zartion-Diaghilev Somnambulus Apparatus log ▼ Close Transcription Zartion-Diaghilev Somnambulus Apparatus log OPERATIONAL STATUS: GREEN TIME OF RECORDING: 22:45 Local time SUBJECT ALPHA WAVES: OK SUBJECT BETA WAVES: ABNORMAL (MANUAL OVERRIDE ACCEPTED) BEGIN AETHERIC TRANSCRIPTION… ========================================== Cpt. DeLuca gains "consciousness" within the burning building, and immediately finds his sword on the floor next to him. He holds it in front of him and advances slowly through the halls towards the foyer. Down near the entrance, SCP-4621-2 waits for Cpt. DeLuca. Cpt. DeLuca cautiously advances down the stairs, keeping his sword in front of him the entire time. SCP-4621-2 appears transfixed, his eyes locked on to Cpt. DeLuca's sword. Cpt. DeLuca reaches the bottom of the stairs, and stands across from SCP-4621-2, in a defensive stance, detailed as "Tutta porta di ferro" (full iron door). SCP-4621-2: LI…BERI. Cpt. DeLuca: You can speak? SCP-4621-2 advances towards Cpt. DeLuca. Cpt. DeLuca waits for a half moment, then steps to his left, raising his sword to intercept the Oberhau from SCP-4621-2. He completes the motion, bringing his sword across in a parrying motion, and striking at SCP-4621-2's back. SCP-4621-2 emits a high pitched sound. Within SCP-4621's containment chamber, SCP-4621 begins to vibrate within its containment locker. Cpt. DeLuca and SCP-4621-2 exchange several more blows, with Cpt. DeLuca wearing SCP-4621-2 down. With the approval of the containment director, SCP-4621's locker is opened. SCP-4621 has begun to smolder. SCP-4621-2: NEVER AGAIN! SCP-4621-2 lunges at Cpt DeLuca who moves in a complex series of steps ending with his sword sweeping through SCP-4621-2's torso. SCP-4621-2 dissipates, as per usual on its defeat, but Cpt. DeLuca does not immediately wake. SCP-4621 has burst completely into flames in the real world, destroying SCP-4621 despite the use of fire suppression systems. Cpt. DeLuca's unconscious body is moved out of the containment chamber. Cpt. DeLuca awakens several hours later. After these events, an entity matching SCP-4621-2's description was sighted in the Black Forest in Germany, leading SCP-4621-2 to be reclassified as SCP-4621. Cpt. DeLuca is no longer classified as SCP-4621-1. Prepared by C. Zartion ten.pcs.dem|noitraz.c#ten.pcs.dem|noitraz.c ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4621" by DrMagnus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4621. 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-4622 | euclid | SCP-4622 Item #: SCP-4622 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4622 is to remain untouched via an area of exclusion, 2 km in diameter, surrounding the vicinity. Foundation metaphysicians are to research methods of examining and identifying SCP-4622-1's biology without triggering its anomalous properties. Beyond the assigned research and containment staff chosen, no other personnel are to enter this area of exclusion. Any individuals or personnel that do are to be detained and brought in for questioning. Detained individuals are to undergo therapeutic treatment and amnesticized from ever encountering SCP-4622-1. Description: SCP-4622 is an unmarked open grave in front of a tree located at the peak of a hill in the Chugach Mountains of Alaska. A tombstone is affixed to the grave but bears no name or identity of the figure lying within. The figure, hereafter referred to as SCP-4622-1, is a corpse in an advanced state of decomposition that is heavily distorted and warped beyond human perception. Further observation of SCP-4622-1 has been known to cause mild eyestrain, headaches, and nosebleeds in the observing individual. SCP-4622-1 carries another anomalous effect: observers will perceive the figure in the grave as themselves and will attempt to fill it with soil from SCP-4622-2. SCP-4622-2 is a mound of soil with a shovel affixed to it, located to the right, beside the grave. SCP-4622-2 instantly replenishes any of its mass lost when not observed. Likewise, any attempt to fill SCP-4622 will be unsuccessful as no matter how much soil has been shoveled into the grave, SCP-4622 will always remain unchanged. Addendum 4622.1: Audio Log Transcript + Access Log - Close Exploration Audio Log Transcript Interviewer: Dr. Craig Wallstone Subject: D-53040 Target: SCP-4622 Location: 4622-Location point, Chugach Mountains, Alaska Equipment: One microphone attachment and earpiece device [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Wallstone: Hello? D-53? Robert, can you hear me? Audio noise is heard from D-53040's receiver. D-53040: Loud and clear. Dr. Wallstone: Do you know what to do? D-53040: Walk up the hill and find the tree? I'm sure that's all I was told to do. Unless there's more- Dr. Wallstone: No, no. That's good. That's all you have to do here. D-53040: Right… cool. D-53040 begins walking up the hill, occasionally stopping to rest for a few seconds before continuing onwards. He arrives at the front of SCP-4622 and stops. D-53040: Is uh… this the one? This is the only tree here. Dr. Wallstone: Yes, do you see anything else? D-53040: There's uh… a grave here with a tombstone and a pile of dirt right beside it. There's no name on it. The tombstone. Dr. Wallstone: Okay, now I want you to step forward and look at the open hole in the ground. (D-53040 clears his throat.) D-53040: Wait, you want me to look at the grave? Why? Dr. Wallstone: It's part of the test. Just do it. D-53040 moves forward to the grave and looks down. Dr. Wallstone: D-53? D-53040 does not respond. Dr. Wallstone: D-53? Come in. D-53040 does not respond. Dr. Wallstone: Robert? D-53040: It's- D-53040 pauses for 6 seconds. No other audible actions are heard from him. D-53040: It's me. Dr. Wallstone: Is that what you see in the hole? D-53040: Yes. I'm here standing in front of me in the hole. The eye- the eyes are open. I'm looking at myself right now. Dr. Wallstone: You sound… impassive. Are you fine, Robert? D-53040 does not respond for a 12 seconds. During this period, the sound of labored breathing can be heard from him. D-53040: (Subject clears his throat.) Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. At this point, other noises can be heard from D-53040's microphone. It is implied that D-53040 has begun shoveling dirt into SCP-4622. Efforts to call D-53040's attention remain unchanged as D-53040 remains fixated on his current duty. D-53040 remains there for five hours shoveling dirt into SCP-4622 before he speaks again. A task force is called in to pick up D-53040 from the area. D-53040: Doctor? Dr. Wallstone: Yes, Robert? D-53040: What am I here for? Dr. Wallstone: What do you mean? D-53040: I don't understand why we're alive. I don't get it. Why do we fear death? Dr. Wallstone: I- I'm not sure I'm qualified to answer but… I presume you have an answer to the question yourself? D-53040: We- I- I had an epiphany. We- I'm sorry if this just came out of nowhere but- I- I think we were always meant… to die. Dr. Wallstone: I see. What brought you to this conclusion? D-53040: It's- It's that we're always so afraid of dying. The- the pain that comes with it before the end. But that's not what we're so scared of. No, we're scared of what comes next. But- but it's not all bad and painful. I look down at this grave right here… and I see myself. I also realize that- that that me down there, it's meant to mean something to me. I know that it's telling me something. (D-53040 begins sniffling under his breath. His labored breathing gets louder than before.) Dr. Wallstone: Are you okay? D-53040: It's okay. I got a nosebleed, that's all. It's smeared all over my hand. Dr. Wallstone: We're sending a team to pick you up. We can finish this in the debrie- D-53040: Let me finish. There's- the thing in the ground told me the truth about this life; everything is finite and we amount to less than a footnote in the grand scale of this goddamn life. Everything; you, me, your bosses, my family, the planet, the stars, the galaxy… everything under this universe will expire. They fear the uncertainty of the end. Deep down, they know, they know that nothing they do will matter. They won't be remembered for the things that made them who they are, the things that shaped them to be. Dr. Wallstone: Are you talking about death? Robert, if you're talking about being remembered, you should know that nobody forgets what anyone did. We'll all be remembered for something. D-53040: You don't understand it. We're lying to ourselves when we say that we will be remembered for something. Who will remember us when the inevitable time comes? No one will. Not a damn soul out there in the universe will ever take notice and say that what we did mattered. Because- because in the end, nothing will matter. Our time grows short with each passing second. Every minute, every hour, every single day, and it never stops for us. It won't, and I can't help but wonder. I can't help but wonder why we keep lying to ourselves about the truth. I'm- I'm trying to understand it. (D-53040 and Dr. Wallstone are silent.) Dr. Wallstone: …is that why you're filling the hole, Robert? Are you trying to hurry it up? There's more to life than just mulling about the end. (D-53040 is silent, save for quiet sniffling.) Dr. Wallstone: I'm not- I'm here to do what I- (clears throat) Look, what I do today matters. I don't think about the past and I don't worry about the future. What I do now? That's what matters to me. I cherish what I have right now and- and I hope you can see that. It's not easy, it never was. D-53040: I know. I know that but- but it's just that I can't help but think about everything we've ever done. Is this it? Existing to wait for the end? Dr. Wallstone: I can't answer for sure but- but I think it's better for us, for everyone really, if we just lived right now in the moment. D-53040: Yeah… yeah, okay. I guess I'll do that. Following this incident, task force personnel apprehended D-53040 at SCP-4622. D-53040 has been processed for psychiatric evaluation and amnesticized from the experience. Containment procedures have been updated in light of this event. |
SCP-4623 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4623: The Bard (Owl) of England Author: barredowl Image is from here (CC BY-SA 3.0). more from barredowl SCP-4623 in its enclosure. Item #: SCP-4623 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4623 is to be kept in a standard avian enclosure. In order to assess the mental health of SCP-4623, interviews are to be conducted weekly behind a reinforced glass pane, during which SCP-4623 is to be provided with a stylus or other writing stationery. Description: SCP-4623 is a male Strix aluco, otherwise known as a tawny owl. SCP-4623 possesses a sufficient degree of motor skills in its talons to communicate through written poems1 on the bark of trees or in the dirt of its enclosure. Anatomical examination reveals that SCP-4623 possesses vocal cords consistent with that of a human.2 Addendum 4623.1 — Discovery and Acquisition: SCP-4623 was recovered on 08/24/2011, following a report to animal control services describing an owl attempting to converse with tourists near Shakespeare's Globe3. Foundation agents intercepted the call and came to retrieve SCP-4623 because of the possible demonstration of sapience, and all individuals believed to be interacting with SCP-4623 were subsequently administered Class-B amnestics prior to release. A disinformation campaign purporting SCP-4623 as being a marketing stunt for the theatre was initiated soon afterwards. After acquisition of SCP-4623, Foundation agents obtained the following CCTV surveillance footage monitoring the area surrounding Shakespeare's Globe. + ACCESS scpfn://4623/videos/inc1.1.log - CLOSE VIDEO LOG INCIDENT LOG OF SCP-4623 [BEGIN LOG] [08:50] SCP-4623 is brought into the premises of the theatre by an as-of-yet unidentified person. The person leaves. [08:52] SCP-4623 attempts to vocalize numerous times, appearing to be in a state of mild distress. [08:59] SCP-4623 approaches a passerby, attempting to grab their attention while trying to squawk. Passerby responds with mild agitation, picking up their pace. [09:06] SCP-4623 flaps its wings as it moves towards the eastern side of the theatre to approach an onlooker, unable to take flight. [09:08] SCP-4623 scratches on the wall of the theatre with its talons, inscribing a short message. [09:10] SCP-4623 concludes writing. A worker at the theatre notices SCP-4623, which tries to perch on the worker's arm and point to the words. In response, the worker screams and scares SCP-4623 away. [09:13] SCP-4623 gathers various stones on the sidewalk using its beak and places them to spell out the word "SHAKESPEARE". [09:16] A passerby notices SCP-4623 constructing the message on the sidewalk. SCP-4623 notices the passerby, and rapidly taps the assortment of stones, occasionally pointing to itself with one of its talons. Passerby walks away. [09:19] A pair of adolescents approach SCP-4623, trying to direct their attention to it and pointing once more to the stones. The adolescents briefly laugh, pick up one of the stones and throw it past SCP-4623. SCP-4623 grows agitated and scares the adolescents away. [09:21] Irritated, SCP-4623 gathers additional stones, forming the sentence "I AM SHAKESPEARE". [09:22] A worker at the theatre notices the assortment of stones and approaches SCP-4623, which is frantically tapping around the stones. He partially sweeps away the stones and notifies animal control services of SCP-4623 before sweeping it with his broomstick. SCP-4623 becomes agitated and tries to attacks the passerby, quickly retreating afterwards. [09:25] SCP-4623 grabs more assorted materials from the ground with its talons and attempts to reconstruct the sentence. After it is finished, SCP-4623 steps aside and waits for passersby to notice it again. [09:26] A passerby leans over the message, then glances down to SCP-4623, who is harshly tugging at their pant leg with both talons and pecking at it. The passerby responds with aggression, shaking its leg and yelling at SCP-4623 to let go. [09:28] After various failed attempts to pique the interest of passersby, SCP-4623 eventually grows agitated, sweeping away the writing with its wing and hunching over. [09:29] Exhausted, SCP-4623 stumbles over to the entrance of the theatre and grabs a pamphlet on a kiosk for the theatre. SCP-4623 bumps into a passerby, holds up the pamphlet with its beak, and starts fervently scraping its talons on the passerby's shoe. The passerby quickly draws their foot backwards and swiftly moves away. After approximately 15 seconds, SCP-4623 abruptly stops and throws down its wings in resignation. [09:31] SCP-4623 leans on the theatre wall, sways back and forth, and collapses in fatigue, resting there for the remaining duration of the incident log. [09:37] Foundation operatives posing as animal control retrieve SCP-4623, who is currently unconscious. [END LOG] Addendum 4623.2 — Audio Log: On 09/10/2014, a raid on the headquarters of a group of interest situated in Yorkshire, England began. The MTF unit managed to recover an audio log, believed to depict a conversation pertinent to the understanding of SCP-4623. + ACCESS scpfn://4623/audio/goi1.log - CLOSE AUDIO LOG RECOVERED AUDIO LOG [BEGIN LOG] Voice 1: …And this is where it's gonna take place, you see. Voice 2: Yeah — whoa, shit, you've got like… a… (Snaps fingers) …what's it called… Voice 1: A pentagram? Voice 2: Yeah, that's it. Uh, so what're you going to put on it? Voice 1: You'll see later. Feel free to seat yourself over there. Voice 2: Oh, sure thing. You need any help with that? Voice 1: No, no. I'm a great deal more experienced with this than you would be. It is an art reserved for masters and unfit for amateurs. Voice 2: Hmm, a little pretentious, but I got you. Voice 1 can be heard grabbing various boxes off a shelf and carefully setting them down on the floor. Voice 2: That looks heavy. You sure you don't want me to help? Voice 1: I've got it handled just fine… okay, I think I'm mostly done here. I just need to get everything out… Sounds of removing plastic lids. Voice 2: So how sure do you think this… ritual's going to work? Voice 1: Fairly certain. I'm sure we'll have ourselves a Shakespeare of our own in no time. (Laughs quietly) Voice 2: (Chuckles along with Voice 1) Heh, yeah… hey, look, I can help you there with the books, just… tell me what I need to do. I think I can — Voice 1: (Miffed) Look, you don't understand, it's all very precise: I need to have the right book at the right position pointed just right towards the center… Voice 2: Huh, guess I can't help you with that. Carry on. Sounds of books shuffling on the floor. Voice 2: So, what are those books supposed to do? Like, we're not summoning Shakespeare or anything, right, so… why are we putting all his plays here?… Voice 1: (Sigh) It's to channel his energy, his essence. If we just put, I don't know, cabbages instead of these, you wouldn't — Voice 2: Okay, okay, I get it. God, you're so smug and uppity just because you know how to perform a ritual. Has anyone ever told you that? Voice 1: Yes, you, multiple times. And keep your mouth shut, or I'm gonna cut your pay in half. Voice 2: (Whispers) Jesus… More sounds of shuffling books. Voice 1: …Almost finished. Hey, I'm going to need you to stand over there for me. And take this with you. Voice 2: Alright, sure… is this blood? Voice 1: Yes, blood extracted from a live tawny owl. You're going to — Voice 2: Wait, hold on a second. Why can't you just make me look like Shakespeare? Why are we going through the trouble of turning me into an owl? Voice 1: (Agitated) Please don't interrupt me. Voice 2: Yes, yes, I'm sorry. Carry on. Voice 1: Well, for starters, it's a lot easier to transport consciousness into smaller bodies. And any old ass can make himself look like Shakespeare without any problem. You think anybody's going to believe that Shakespeare rose from the dead when you do it like that? No way! (Brief pause) But if we've got a talking owl on our hands saying they're Shakespeare, well, then, we might be able to catch somebody's attention. Then we might be famous. Then we might be rich. Voice 2: Makes sense. Sounds of a lighter igniting a flame. Voice 1: Anyway, once we get this thing going, you're going to ingest that blood you've got right there through your nose. Voice 2: …Wait, all of it? That's gonna sting like all hell… Voice 1: Well, not all of it. You'll ingest half of it, and then pour the rest on your chest. Voice 2: Okayyy… is this all necessary? Seems a little strange to me. Voice 1: Yes, it is required. And to be honest, this is relatively standard for rituals. Voice 2: Hmm. Pause. Voice 2: …So how am I going to move around as an owl? — Voice 1: (Sigh) Look, you'll move around just fine. You might have some trouble flying, if it ever comes to that, but — you'll learn how to do it fairly quickly. Now please, keep quiet and step back. Voice 2: Okay. Sorry. Brief pause. A large quantity of liquid can be heard splattering on the floor. Voice 2: Whoa, what's that? Is that… lighter fluid or something? Voice 1: It's lighter fluid mixed with a solution of saliva from various authors and owl droppings. Voice 2: Christ, and all of this just to turn me into an owl? Wait, let me guess, is it for that "essence" you were talking about? Voice 1: Yes, it is. And would you cut it with the sarcasm? I'm tired of it — Voice 2: And where do you even get all this garbage from? You just go to the zoo and ask for a cup of owl piss — Voice 1: Enough. I'm this close to throwing you out of here. If you're looking for me to pay you, don't get on my bad side. More sounds of liquid spilling on the floor. Voice 1: Aaaaand okay, I think we're ready. Now, I'm going to need you to take off your shirt to properly apply the blood. Voice 2: Okay… hmm, I'm a little hesitant to go through this. Hey, is this going to hurt at all, me… turning into an owl? Voice 1: It'll only hurt for maybe half a minute or so, but after the ritual's done and through with you probably won't feel a thing. Just stay calm and don't let the flames get to you. Voice 2: Alright, that's — wait, are you going to set me on fucking fire? I thought — Voice 1: Stay calm. Get through it, and it'll be all right. Voice 2: (Hesitantly) …Well, I guess it's worth it for the salary you're getting me. Fuck, here goes nothing. Voice 2 can be heard struggling to take his shirt off. Voice 1: You may now use the blood. Voice 2: Alright, here we go… guess I'll ingest the blood first and — (Coughs violently) God, fuck, that stings… Voice 1: Go ahead and apply the blood to your chest. Voice 2: Well… fuck man, give me a sec… Sound of blood splashing. Voice 2: …Oof, there we are. God, it's like… it feels like it's boiling on my skin. What the hell'd you put in this… Voice 1: It's formaldehyde. Now, one last step. Move to the center of the pentagram and lay down. Then, I'll get you something to hold. Voice 2: Christ, you're going to make me lay in the — owl urine? God, this better work, or else — Voice 1: Shush. There is very little chance of this failing on us, okay? Voice 2: All right, if you say so. Sounds of paper rustling. Voice 2: God, it's sticky and everything… Hey, what are you getting for me there? Voice 1: I'm looking for the sonnet — ah, there we go. Voice 2: Thank god. Voice 1: …All right. What I'm going to have you do is recite this sonnet in your best Shakespeare voice while holding this. Voice 2: Is that a feather? Voice 1: It's an owl feather. Voice 2: Wait, it's all damp… wait, did you — what did you put it in… Voice 1: Owl droppings. Voice 2: Yep. Fucking knew it. Voice 1: Anyway, please, go ahead, read that. Voice 2: Well, all right then. (Clears throat) "Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer’s lease hath all too short a date —" Voice 1: Stop. Stop right there. Voice 2: What — was that good? Silence. Voice 2: Is it working? Voice 1: Yes, yes, it's working fine. Now, face down if you like, I need to set you on fire. Voice 2: (Exhales sharply) Yeah, no fucking way this is gonna work. I'm going to die. Voice 1: Stay where you are. This won't hurt as much if you're calm. Voice 2: Oh, fucking Christ, as if I'm gonna be calm in this situation. Voice 1: …Is there anything I can do to calm you down? Voice 2: (Miffed) Well, right now, I'm really starting to rethink agreeing to getting turned into an owl. Voice 1: Relax, relax. Think of the fame, think of the fortune. Living a lifetime in the spotlight will most certainly make up for half a minute of pain. Voice 2: Okay, okay… when you put it like that… all right, let's do it. Don't even warn me beforehand, let's just… get this over with. Voice 1: There we go. Now hold still for me. Sounds of footsteps backing away. Voice 2 can be heard breathing in and out heavily. Voice 2: (Sigh) Being an owl's gonna fucking suck. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. SCP-4623 is only fluent in English. 2. There were no signs of any physical alterations in SCP-4623, and SCP-4623 has seemingly lost the ability to vocalize. 3. Located in London, England. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4623" by barredowl, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4623. 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: owl.jpg Name: Strix aluco 3 (Martin Mecnarowski) Author: Martin Mecnarowski License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Additional Notes: None |
SCP-4624 | euclid | Item#: 4624 Level1 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo SCP-4624 at time of discovery, prior to forcing 49 members of Site-19 staff to participate in a baking competition. Special Containment Procedures: All mandatory staff meetings held at Site-19 are to be recorded and reviewed for a potential preference in SCP-4624 manifestation conditions. In the event of a SCP-4624 manifestation, attending members are to follow its instructions and avoid obstructing the completion of any requests it makes. During an appearance, audiences with sufficient MTF presence are to direct SCP-4624's focus towards high priority Groups of Interest, including the creators of SCP-4624. SCP-4624 before officiating a "Catch the Chaos Insurgent" tournament between MTF units stationed at Site-19. Description: SCP-4624 is an anomalous humanoid that has an, as of yet, undetermined chance of manifesting at mandatory staff and security meetings conducted at Site-19. SCP-4624 appears in dress slacks, a button up shirt, a clip-on microphone, and occasionally a suit jacket, although their physical characteristics are unique to each manifestation. Upon appearance, the entity will display unalterably excited behavior and will conduct a motivational speech. Afterwards, it transports all attendees into a pocket universe via pulling the audience inside itself with numerous black, amorphous appendages extending out from between the buttons of its shirt. Once inside, SCP-4624 requires the abducted to complete what it calls a "team building exercise" before returning them. The layout and furnishings of SCP-4624's interior space are theorized to be customized based on its requested task. SCP-4624 displays a high physical and temperamental tolerance for violent aggression. The only reported exceptions to this are attempts to leave the meeting area or to prevent the completion of its requested task. In such cases, SCP-4624 will render the responsible attendee unconscious via strangulation. Due to SCP-4624's desire for reciprocated excitement out of attending members, it is particularly susceptible to enthusiastic suggestions. With guidance from someone displaying a similarly energetic behavior as it, SCP-4624 can be convinced to abduct individuals outside the meeting for one of its designed exercises. Although SCP-4624 refuses to acquire individually-named persons, it is able to target persons within suggested organizations or demographics. Sgt. Pepper (center) and his team of MTF members working on their first-place submission of a pineapple upside-down cake. Addendum 4624.1: Discovery SCP-4624 was discovered on 2019/08/15 when it manifested next to Senior Researcher Kordsmeier while she was giving a presentation. The entity acknowledged the resulting questioning from attendees as "showing initiative but lacking enthusiasm" before discussing what it learned on a six-month-long African safari. Researchers performed tests on SCP-4624's interior, finding it to be composed of a mixture of Xerox-brand toner waste, shredded paper with the Foundation letterhead, used redaction tape, and coffee grounds. Despite having multiple samples excised from its body with makeshift implements, SCP-4624 continued its speech uninterrupted. The entity spoke about the similarities between the African Savannah and office environments for one hour and 47 minutes until Sgt. Pepper fired a 40 caliber handgun into its head. SCP-4624 complimented Sgt. Pepper's "gumption" before transporting all 49 members in attendance to a site resembling the English countryside containing several tents equipped for a baking competition. Attendees were instructed by the entity to form teams of four and attempt to bake and decorate a cake with at least one free-standing, edible feature. Upon completion, SCP-4624 presented what it declared to be the winning team with one coupon for a free meal at the American seafood restaurant chain "Red Lobster"1 and transported all personnel back to Site-19. Addendum 4624.2: Manifestation Log Date: 2019/11/05 <Video Start> Feed opens after SCP-4624 Research Lead Torres documents the appearance of the entity during a containment breach debriefing. Groaning from the majority of the 39 researchers in attendance fills the audio. SCP-4624: You call that fanfare? Can I get a good hardy "Yes we can contain"? You earned it! Come on! I want even the site director to hear it! Junior Researcher Dogra throws a pen from off screen at SCP-4624. The entity remains unfazed as the pen strikes it in the head and sinks into its body. SCP-4624: Good aim! You sure you're not in an MTF? Jr. Researcher Ames: Someone died, you ass-hat! Torres: I know we all wanted to go home and cope, but animosity will not cause SCP-4624 to dematerialize any faster. 55 minutes of SCP-4624 speaking about the values of community togetherness it learned while backpacking in Kashmir and how they can apply it to the workplace follows. Meeting attendees are then pulled into SCP-4624 where they emerge in a recreation of the Bunker Hill park in Massachusetts. SCP-4624 proceeds to split the audience into two groups, which it requires to perform a historical reenactment of American Revolutionary War battle that occurred there. After four hours and 27 minutes of simulated combat, SCP-4624 transports the personnel back to Site-19. SCP-4624: Well, wasn't that rousing! Good thing that wasn't for real or else the Americans might still have a monarch! I'm glad to see the British here got the message of today's seminar loud and clear, though! Researcher Dogra throws his period-appropriate musket at SCP-4624 which pierces through its torso before being absorbed. SCP-4624: Oh, still the doubter, Harishikesh? HR said it would be hard. Told me you were the kind of lot to fall asleep in staff evaluations and sign eldritch expletives on your leave requests. But I saw you out on the field, Rishi, I know there's a team player in you! This team does exceptional work. I can understand how office birthday parties can be left unattended except for those dedicated people persons in HR when you have monsters to feed. Remember though, community togetherness includes the fine folk in your Human Resources department! Torres: Wait, what was that about HR talking to you? <Video End> Addendum 4624.3: Recovered Email Note: The following email was marked for deletion before being recovered by RAISA data recovery specialists on the work console of Foundation HR director Timothy Mascon. From: pcs.rh|nocsammit#pcs.rh|nocsammit To: pcs.rh|vrestsil_nimda#pcs.rh|vrestsil_nimda Timestamp: 2019/10/17 02:22 PM Subject: We have a problem Attachement(s): Productivity_By_The_Numbers.pdf You won't believe what I found on some gobbledygook covered thumbdrive in Steph's desk today; or maybe you would, this is Stephanie we're talking about. See the attached. Now, I know damage control is what all of us are thinking right now. The last thing we want the Foundation thinking of us as is a pack of busybody fat ready to be cut. Someone has to manage all the personnel complaints ("paper shredding with a smile" as the research teams call it). Do they have to worry about how you calculate back-pay for someone trapped in a temporal anomaly? Our job is vital to the success of the Foundation and the survival of humankind, no matter what the academics in the labs think. They would burn through junior researchers with toxic work environments like the world has an inexhaustible supply of PhDs. I believe Steph just let the stress and shaming get to her, we've all been there. Just last month someone signed their name as "I'm Busy McWhydowepayyou" on a birthday card she brought around. We can either offer her up to site command or bury this thing here. In my opinion, the genie is out of the bottle and no amount of wrist slapping is going to put it back in. Besides, Site-19 could use a little more synergy. Filename: Productivity_By_The_Numbers.pdf Type of file: Portable Document Viewer (.pdf) Opens with: Adobe Acrobat Location: C:\Users\RAISA\TimMasconCaseFile Size: 520 KB (533,225 bytes) Size on disk: 524 KB (536,576 bytes) Created: Sunday, Febrary 12, 2012, 07:31:53 AM Modified: Monday, August 12, 2019, 10:13:22 PM Accessed: Monday, August 12, 2019, 10:13:20 PM Productivity By The Numbers Esoteric Efficiency for the Organizationally Minded Are you frustrated with your peers ignoring your bureaucratic brilliance? Feeling like you're the only one hearing the gears of the machine grinding against each other? Well, strap yourselves in to your regulation compliant standing desk and prepare your ergonomic keyboard for a lesson in supervisory superiority! We have bound the souls of history's greatest motivators into one, simple ritual designed to distill their egos down to just their craft; for your benefit! Elevate your workplace to the cutting edge and bring your naysayers crawling to your upcoming award banquet! Satisfaction thaumaturgically guaranteed or your sacrifice back! Step One: Collect 70 kg or more of material waste created by your office. Examples include copy paper (crumpled or shredded), used up ink pens, coffee grounds, and spent printer cartridges. Feel free to get creative! Your summoned savant of synergy works best when made from materials representative of your organization. Step Two: Prepare a PDF document of your grievances and suggestions concerning your institution's workplace practices. Your evocation of efficiency will treat all items inscribed with equal priority. Step Three: Soak the object most important to you in pure grain alcohol. This is to be your sacrifice and must be inanimate at the time of ritual completion. It is vital that this object holds the highest personal gravitas to you out of anything not alive. Step Four: Designate a number greater than four, hereafter referred to as $n$, and a date. Both of these must have high relevance to your sacrifice. Ensure you have the aforementioned materials ready and access to your workplace on this date. Step Five: On your designated date, create a star with $n$ points out of your gathered waste materials in a high traffic area of your workplace. For practical and potency concerns, it is best to perform this ritual outside of work hours. Your paragon of productivity eats, breaths, and bleeds your overtime hours! Step Six: Place $n^3$ copies of your prepared document in the center of your ritual area. Feel free to use digital mediums to accomplish this; modern thaumaturgy is USB 3.0 compatible! Step Seven: Position your sacrifice atop the copies and set it aflame. If your sacrifice burns black before vanishing, you have succeeded and can expect your results in exactly 3 work days. Addendum 4624.4: Disciplinary Hearing Note: The below was sent to Site-19 Department Heads after an audit of Human Resources. Audit was prompted by the discovery of the remains of a 12 pointed star made of office waste in the HR main lobby carpet. The identity of PoI-4624 was discovered after connecting the excavation of the grave of Anthony Mullard, born 1995/02/20 and deceased 2007/08/12, to Junior Manager of Human Resources, Stephanie Mullard. Site-19 Disciplinary Committee Memorandum Date: 2019/11/29 Subject: Re: SCP-4624 PoI Censured Personnel: HR Director Timothy Mascon, HR Junior Manager Stephanie Mullard PoI-4624, AKA Foundation HR Junior Manager Stephanie Mullard Per our meeting on 2019/11/25, Timothy Mascon has been docked one month's pay and demoted to Assistant Director of Human Resources. In addition, Junior Manager Stephanie Mullard has been amnesticized and her employment contract terminated. A cover story of blunt force trauma induced amnesia caused by an automotive accident was deployed to explain her eight year gap in memory. The grave site of Ms. Mullard's son has been restored to its original conditions prior to her excavation of the corpse within. This includes the implanting of a donor cadaver until the remains of Anthony Mullard can be located. Any attempt to confront Ms. Mullard concerning SCP-4624 will be met with similar disciplinary measures. Let this be a reminder that while our practices are unfeeling, our personnel are not. Some of your subordinates will crack. There is no shame in this happening for either the supervisor or the supervised. If you suspect someone in your department is having an issue with workplace harassment, their home life, or is not processing the stress and dangers of their career well, please refer them to the Department of Employee Wellness. Footnotes 1. Investigations into Red Lobster's promotions department has found no connection between the corporation and SCP-4624. Coupon was honored upon use. |
SCP-4625 | euclid | Item#: 4625 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4625 is to be held in a standard humanoid containment cell, outfitted with four Scranton Reality Anchors and an infrared security camera. SCP-4625 is to undergo counselling with Commander Idani Daniels on a weekly basis. Description: SCP-4625 is a male humanoid of French descent. Although the subject appears to be 25 years of age physically and biologically, the subject has said that it was born in 1915, making the subject at least 105 years old. Subject is a low level Type Green, and is capable of the distortion of visible light rays and noise cancellation over a limited radius1. Discovery: Subject was first discovered by a lost group of hitchikers in █████, Spain, 20 km from the Pyrenees mountain range. The group had come across a seemingly abandoned log cabin. Upon entry, they discovered SCP-4625, who was startled by the group and rendered itself invisible2. The group was alarmed and fled the cabin. They eventually encountered forest wardens who were searching for them. The hikers subsequently recounted the incident to the forest wardens. Foundation assets were alerted to the incident, and MTF Omega-12 (Achilles' Heels) was deployed to contain SCP-4625. Upon arrival at the cabin, they located SCP-4625 within the cabin. SCP-4625 did not resist being apprehended and was brought to Site-37. Interview 4625-01 Interviewed: SCP-4625 Interviewer: Dr. Lucas Castille Foreword: Following SCP-4625's arrival at Site-37, it was interviewed to determine its abilities and previous history. <Begin Log> Dr. Lucas: My name is Doctor Lucas Castille. Please introduce yourself for the record. SCP-4625: (sighs) My name is Jean-Paul Saumes. I was born in 1915, a year after the Great War had started. Dr. Lucas: Very well. If it's fine by you, I'm going to call you Jean. SCP-4625: Very well, mon docteur. Dr. Lucas: Great. Could you explain your powers, and how do you use them? From what we heard, when those hikers found you, you somehow turned yourself invisible. SCP-4625: It's… a poor man's invisibility. I alter the light around me, so that I can't be seen by others. Like this: SCP-4625 proceeds to turn his right hand invisible. Visible light cameras in the room are unable to detect SCP-4625's right hand; however, his hand does appear on infrared scanners. SCP-4625 dispels the illusion on his hand after several seconds. Dr. Lucas: Interesting. Not many anomalies can do that. Any other abilities that you have? SCP-4625: Do you have a phone with you ? Dr. Lucas: Uhhh… Yeah, I do. Why? SCP-4625: Ask them if they can hear me scream! Dr. Lucas: (Winces slightly) Dear lord… A bit of warning next time, if you mind? SCP-4625: Ask them. Dr. Lucas complies. Dr. Lucas: They heard nothing. So I'm guessing it's a sort of a muffling effect? SCP-4625: You could say that, docteur. Dr. Lucas proceeds to pull out TXT-4625-013 and places it on the table. SCP-4625 tenses up upon seeing the item. SCP-4625: Where did you find that? Did you read it? Dr. Lucas: We found it at your residence, and well… we've partly transcribed what was in her- SCP-4625: (stands up shouting) What! No, you shouldn't have read it! It's my book, you shouldn't have touched it! Fils de pute, I'll kill you! Guards immediately entered the room and successfully restrained and sedated SCP-4625. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following the interview, SCP-4625 was brought back to its containment unit. It has refused to communicate with any members of staff since then. TXT-4625-01 The following excerpts were taken from TXT-4625-01. Certain parts of the text are illegible due to damage to TXT-4625-01. EXCERPT-01 I saw many people marching in the streets today. The man with the loud voice said that they wouldn't do anything to us, that they were peaceful. Mommy said not to trust them. That evening, we said our prayers, then Mommy packed our Star of David into a box. Daddy came back from the cafe across the street, looking scared. He made a smile and played with me, but later on, I heard him telling Mommy that we need to leave before 'they' take us away. Mommy said she doesn't know where to go, but Daddy said he knew some people who could help us. Then Daddy saw me peeking from the doorway, and told Mommy that he would talk to 'the people' tomorrow. Mommy looked tired and sad. As Daddy tucked me in, I asked him if we were leaving. He said we would only be gone for a while, so I don't have to worry. That night, I saw Mommy burning a box from the window. EXCERPT-02 I feel very lonely. I don't see my friends anymore. Their houses are empty, and Daddy and Mommy don't let me go out anymore. They say it's not safe outside. There are a lot of stones and broken things that can hurt me. I did see my friend Samy yesterday. There were a group of men that went into his house. One of them had a scary silver eagle on his cap. They made Samy and his family leave their house. I heard a lot of loud bangs once they left, so I cuddled up with my teddy bear to feel safe. Daddy came home looking very strange. He asked me to start packing my things because we were leaving soon. I asked him what happened to Samy and his family, but Daddy didn't say anything. I hope they are alright. EXCERPT-03 Today, Daddy brought a friend to the house. He called himself Jean, and he was very polite. He even called me 'the prettiest little lady' he'd ever met! Daddy laughed, and said that he had to discuss something important with Jean, and went to his study. I tried to listen through the door, but I couldn't hear anything. I didn't even hear when they walked to the door and opened it, so I fell down and bruised my knee. Jean knelt down, took a tiny cloth from his pocket and tied it around my knee, telling me it would be gone in no time. I like Jean. He's a very nice person. EXCERPT-04 We left home in the middle of the night. Daddy made me leave behind a lot of things, but he says he will buy all of them again for me once we're safe. At least he let me bring my teddy bear. It's not so scary at night with my teddy bear. Daddy brought me and Mommy to a nearby shop. Daddy had a few words with the shopkeeper, before he brought us to the back of the shop and got us onto a truck. We traveled for a very long time on the truck, so Mommy read to me my favourite fairy tale until I fell asleep. Mommy woke me up when we reached the forest. It was still very dark and quiet. Daddy led us into the woods, where we also met Jean and a lot of other people like us. I played quietly with some of the children and showed off my cute teddy bear, while Mommy and Daddy talked to Jean. EXCERPT-05 I'm so tired. We hiked for so long through the forests. till we reached the mountains. We stayed in one of the caves for most of the day. A lot of the adults are sleeping, but I was not sleepy, so I decided to write in my diary, but my pencil lead broke. I started crying, until Jean came over and asked me what was wrong. I showed him my pencil, and he frowned. "That won't do!" he said, and checked all his pockets until he found another pencil. He told me it was a magic pencil, and as long as I believed it wouldn't [TEXT ILLEGIBLE] I asked him why we were running away, and he said it was because of bad people, who wanted to do bad things to people. I asked him why the bad people were like that. He told me that in life, some people want to do bad things to feel good. I got scared, and started crying again. But Jean held my hand, and told me that there were also good people, and as long as I believed in them, good would always win. After that, [TEXT ILLEGIBLE] The damage found on TXT-4625 is consistent with blood splatter and fire damage. ADDENDUM-4625-01 On ██/██/████, a team was sent to a location in the Pyrenees mountain range that was obtained from TXT-4625-01. The following items of particular notice were found at the location: Item Notes Human skeletons (25) Both adult and child skeletons were found in the location, along with their belongings. The skeletons were estimated to have died approximately 80 years ago, and multiple skeletons feature damage damage consistent with bullet wounds. Scorch and blast marks Multiple instances located around the exploration site. Analysis indicates that it was caused by a thaumaturgic source. . Broken M1917 Enfield Rifle Weapon commonly used by US and French Army during World War 2. StG 45 Assault Rifle Weapon used by the German Army during World War 2. Deceased Obskurakorps troopers (3) Troopers were dressed in Obskurakorps Mk II Jägerrüstung4. Unknown device Device was found on the one of the deceased Obskurakorps trooper. Although heavily damaged, testing revealed that the device was capable of nullifying the abilities of reality benders at a range of approximately 300 meters. A stuffed teddy bear - INTERVIEW-4625-2 Interviewed: SCP-4625 Interviewer: Commander Idani Daniels, MTF Iota-15 (Oizys' Hope) Foreword: Following a psychological assessment, Site Command decided to assign Commander Daniels to interview SCP-4625, due to similar backgrounds. <Begin Log> Commander Daniels: So, introductions, I guess? My name's Commander Idani Daniels. Mind if call you Jean? SCP-4625: I don't care what you want to call me. Commander Daniels: Alright then Jean. Here's something you do care about. You were a fugitive runner for the Resistance in France. You led Jews and other people through the Pyrenees to neutral Spain, where they would be safe from the Nazis. But that night, something happened, didn't it? You fucked up, didn't you? SCP-4625: Why do you even care? It happened 90 years ago.(SCP-4625's voice becomes softer.) It's over. Commander Daniels: It didn't happen 90 years ago. It happened yesterday. SCP-4625: Wh-What are you talking about? They died 90 years ago! (SCP-4625 cups his hands to his face). Commander Daniels: It happened yesterday, for you. I'm shooting in the dark, but I'm going to guess that you still think about it. Every time you close your eyes, you can still see what happened, can't you? SCP-4625: You….(SCP-4625 sighs). I'd used that trail about 15 times already. Most of it was forests until you got to the mountains, and even then there were plenty of caves around for us to hide in while the day passed. Before this, I'd usually only take 15, at most 20 people. Commander Daniels: I'm guessing with the fall of Paris, everything changed? SCP-4625: You don't know the half of it. They were dragging Jews out of their houses and sending them off to the camps, if they didn't shoot them like dogs in the street first. Everyone wanted to get out, and the Germans knew that too. So some of the krauts patrolled the mountains near the main trail5. Commander Daniels: That's where your powers come in. A man who can be invisible and soundless. Handy for making a group of people disappear. SCP-4625: (smirks) Yeah. I'd cover the group in my "cloak" and we'd head off, moving through the mountains to Spain. Sometimes, we could cross the borders and be there in a single night. Other times, there would be too many Germans, or we'd not have enough time. We'd end up camping out in one of the caves to wait till the next nightfall. Commander Daniels: Which was the case that night? SCP-4625: Both. The group arrived late, and there were a few more krauts than I was comfortable with. I didn't want to take chances, so we hid. The next night, we departed and we were almost there when… Commander Daniels: The Germans ambushed you? At that clearing near the steep rock face. SCP-4625: I… I sensed it first, when I realised I could hear someone talking from the back of the group. Normally, it would have been silent, but I could hear them loud and clear. My invisibility field became much harder to maintain suddenly. By the time I realised we were exposed, it was too late. Those things that ambushed us… those beasts were not Germans. They rose out of the forests around us, wearing this… this pitch black armor, with large red glowing flames where their eyes should be. It was like looking at an evil spirit, who was staring right back at you. Commander Daniels: They were Nazis too, just that they played around with magic instead. SCP-4625: Whatever they were, they wasted no time. Some of them used guns, while others shot fireballs out of their palms. My field might make people invisible, but it didn't…it couldn't… (SCP-4625 begins to cry) Commander Daniels: Take your time. SCP-4625 cries for several more minutes, before calming down. SCP-4625: I still can see it. How the bullets and fire ripped though their bodies. The look of shock and pain on their faces. I couldn't hold the field for any longer, so I broke it and shouted for the other survivors to follow me out of the mess. Some of the Resistance people with me tried to shoot back at the enemy, but our bullets seemed to bounce off some invisible barrier. One or two went through, and I could hear those monsters shout for help as the bastards fell. But it didn't take long for them to kill my friends as well. Commander Daniels: What happened to you and the survivors? SCP-4625: It was just me and a little girl. We found an opening and made a break for it. I tried to use my abilities, but I could feel something blocking them. As we took cover behind a rock, I saw one of those things carrying a large box on his back. So I took a gamble, and shot him. The first few rounds bounced off, but the last got him. It fell back, and the machine just fizzled out. I felt my powers return, and cast another illusion over us. I.. I told her things were going to be alright. She was scared, and she was crying and hugging her teddy bear. I told her she would be fine so that she wouldn't be so scared. I didn't want her to be scared. I… I wanted… I could have.. I should- should have…" Commander Daniels grabs SCP-4625 by the shoulders and shakes him gently. Commander Daniels: Hey. Hey! It's over okay. You're not there anymore. You're in this room. You're safe. I'm here. So take a breath, and take a step back. SCP-4625 takes several deep breaths before regaining their composure. SCP-4625: Thank you. It's just… Commander Daniels: I know what it feels like. I know it feels like a mountain, but I need to know what happened that night. SCP-4625: I missed one. He came up from our right side, and blasted a fireball at where we were. I saw it, tried to pull her away but I… I wasn't quick enough. Sent us both flying back to into a grove of trees. For some reason, my illusion still held. The next morning I woke up, and I realised what had happened. I found her. I tried to do my best, but… I can't. I can't go on anymore, stop, please. <End Log> Closing Statement: Interview was ended following deterioration in SCP-4625's mental condition. INTERVIEW-4625-3 Interviewed: SCP-4625 Interviewer: Commander Idani Daniels, MTF Iota-15 (Oizys' Hope) Commander Daniels: I hope you're felling better since last week, Jean. SCP-4625: No. More nightmares, commander. Many more. I see her every night now. She keeps on blaming me. "Why didn't you save me?" she asks. I cannot answer her. Commander Daniels: We'll come to that in due time. What happened after you woke up that morning? SCP-4625: Fine. Germans were coming, so I fled. Ran to Spain, and hid there for the rest of the war. Afterwards, I built the cabin in the woods and stayed there, till you bastards picked me up. Happy? Commander Daniels: (sighs) Look, I'm sorry alright. I didn't mean to hurt you. I just needed to know what happened, so that we could better understand what happened to you. SCP-4625: You don't care. None of you do. None of you know how I feel. How it hurts. You can't even imagine what I have to go through! Commander Daniels: Well, here's news Jean: I do understand what you're going though. Because I've been there myself. SCP-4625: You said that before, but you never said how! How do you know what I feel Commander? How! Commander Daniels: Because my mistakes caused me to lose people I cared about. Broke the promises I made to them. SCP-4625 looks stunned. Commander Daniels: It was four months ago. Some clinic had gotten invaded by this sentient replicating flesh blob that consumes people. We entered the clinic, and it was empty, save for a corpse face down on the floor. We'd gotten a call that there were some survivors holed up in one of the back rooms, and I was so focused on that, I told Jenkins and Daniel to hold the exit while we went to check the situation out. We were there in a matter of minutes, and found the door locked. People were inside safe, but then I heard screams from the front of the clinic. SCP-4625: Your soldiers? Commander Daniels: (nods) Turns out the blob was smarter than I expected. It shapeshifted itself as the body in the entrance to the clinic, ambushed them when they weren't looking and well… started devouring them alive. Me and Jacobs rushed back to see them screaming and writing in pain as it just tore through them. Jenkins' bottom half was already just pure viscera, while Daniel had holes all over him as the thing devoured from inside out. I tried to shoot the blob on Jenkins, but it kept on eating him up. Jacobs had his flamethrower, so I… SCP-4625: You ordered him to burn your friends alive. Commander Daniels: For weeks, I struggled to do anything. All I could think about was how my mistake caused two of my men to suffer and die horribly. My mind was torturing me, telling me I could have saved them, but I didn't. I was stuck in this loop, constantly feeding my own destruction. I came close to the edge several times. If I didn't get help, I probably would've gone over. SCP-4625: I guess we've both been through a lot. Commander Daniels: But I endured through it. And eventually, I realised something: we can't control life. We're only human, and we're bound to make mistakes. And for people like us, mistakes don't come cheap. But life goes on. So we have to move on. SCP-4625: How far can you move on, without being crippled? The pain is still there, because we still know that we screwed up. Our mistakes cost people their lives. Nothing we do is ever going to make up for that. And how can you forget about such a thing? It just means that you don't care about it anymore. Commander Daniels: I never said we should forget the past. But we have to stop living in it. The past, is the past. It has no power over us. What happened to both of us was terrible, but we have to learn to get back up. SCP-4625: But you don't get it. The pain. Doesn't it still wound you every time you get up? Isn't there every time you fall asleep, just waiting to torture you over and over again? What can you do against it? Commander Daniels: You're right. The pain will never go away. It will still be there, waiting for you. But you have to carry on. Use that pain. And the reason you feel that pain? It's because you still blame yourself for what happened that night. But you need to realise, we can't control everything. We make mistakes, and they have consequences. We have to learn how to accept those consequences. Learn from your mistakes. Be better than who you were last time, so that that mistake doesn't happen again. SCP-4625 begins to tear up and sob. Commander Daniels: You're going to feel fucked up inside for a long time. The pain… the pain will always be there. But time will help to smooth over some of those sharp edges. And if you carry on doing trying to help others, like what you did before, it'll get easier. You'll still feel the pain, but it'll hurt less, and you'll sleep a bit more soundly night. And all this can't happen, unless you choose to forgive yourself. SCP-4625: But what if it happens again? What do you do then? Commander Daniels: Slow down, and take a break. Forgive yourself for the mistake. Learn from it, so that it doesn't happen again. And be better. SCP-4625: (Smiles) Thank you, Commander. <End Log> INTERVIEW-4625-7 Interviewed: SCP-4625 Interviewer: Commander Idani Daniels, MTF Iota-15 (Oizys' Hope) Commander Daniels: Good morning Jean. How have you been so far? SCP-4625: I'm… I'm still struggling, Commander. The dreams are still bad Commander Daniels: Enough with Commander already. I'm Idani to my friends, and that includes you. SCP-4625: Yes, Com- I mean, yes, Idani. Commander Daniels: How bad are the dreams? Do they still come often? SCP-4625: (sighs) It doesn't feel like it's getting any better. I still get those dreams, every one to two days. Sometimes, it's the same thing all over again. Everyone dead. Everyone dead because of me. Commander Daniels: You said that was sometimes only. What about the other times? Are they just as bad? SCP-4625: Well… no, I guess. Once or twice, some of us actually make it out. We make it to a village in Spain, and hide there till the war's over. Commander Daniels: So it's actually getting better. I know it's hard to see, but it is there. SCP-4625: Doesn't feel like it, that's for sure. Commander Daniels: That's because you're too focused on all that pain and misery. I know it's tough, but you have to search for those small respites, those silver linings. You used to have these dreams every day right? SCP-4625: Yes (SCP-4625 is visibly tearing up) Commander Daniels: And now you're only having it once every two days. Might seem like an insignificant improvement. But it's still an improvement. And over time, it builds up. Slowly but surely, it will be there. SCP-4625: I just don't want to feel so pathetic anymore. I just want the pain to stop. But it won't stop, Commander Daniels: And it probably never will. But like I said before, pain can be overcome. You''ll feel it over time, but you'll slowly be able to numb yourself it's effects. Never completely, but enough to keep you going. And as time passes, you'll be able to wear that pain as an armour. SCP-4625: An armour? What do you mean? It hurts me. How can you use it an armour. It's… It's like wearing a poisonous shirt. (SCP-4625 lets out a mirthless laugh) Commander Daniels: Not really. This pain, it's caused by your experience, by your trauma over making the wrong call. But pain, pain can be used in many ways. It can be a reminder, not about the failures of the past, but about the hope for the future. And it can be an armour, because even if this happens again in the future, you'll be a bit more ready to face the consequences. SCP-4625: I… I think I get it now. But… What future do I have? Commander Daniels: Well, although your mental state is still slightly fragile, the higher-ups have agreed that we could use someone like you in the field. And well… I'm inclined to agree. You have a useful skill set as an infiltration and exfiltration agent, and frankly? We need all the help we can get. SCP-4625: Using anomalies? That's going to backfire one day. Commander Daniels: It has, but we've learned from it. The question is, are you up for it? SCP-4625: Hmm… Not now. I.. I still have some demons left to deal with. And I'm still scared of myself. But in time, perhaps. Commander Daniels: We're always going to be scared, regardless if it's ourselves or something else. It's about having the courage, to keep moving forward, even when it seems hopeless to do so. That's how you find the light. <End Log> Footnotes 1. Testing has determined that the subject's abilities have a radius of 40 m. 2. This was caused by SCP-4625 manipulating the light rays around him to reflect at different angles, creating a field of invisibility 3. TXT-4625-01 is a diary discovered in SCP-4625's former residence. 4. Literally 'Hunter Armor'. This particular armour was used in search and destroy missions by Obskurakorps troopers from 1943-1945. The armour was noted as having being thaumatologically enhanced and possessing an 'intimidating' appearance. 5. This was later determined to be the Freedom Trail in the Pyrenees mountain range. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4625" by IronDruid, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4625. 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-4626 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4626 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4626 is to be kept inside of a locked steel safe within a 3 meter cubic containment cell, with 0.5m thick concrete walls and a solid steel blast door. One armed guard is to be stationed outside of the cell at all times. Access to SCP-4626 is restricted to Class 3 or higher personnel with Class 4 clearance. Any personnel attempting to access SCP-4626 without proper clearance or who appear to be affected by SCP-4626’s cognitohazardous effect are to be detained until manually evaluated by Class 4 or higher personnel. Any individual confirmed to have been exposed to SCP-4626 for longer than 50 seconds outside of testing are to be administered Class-B amnestics, regardless of whether or not any symptoms of SCP-4626’s cognitohazardous effects have been observed. Description: SCP-4626 is a small, polished, oval-shaped stone. Testing has revealed a composition similar to granite. Carved into SCP-4626 is a symbol resembling an open human mouth. SCP-4626's anomalous effect is triggered when an individual is within 1 meter of the object for longer than 60 seconds. Any subject that is exposed in this way will develop a belief that SCP-4626 has an irrationally high capacity to hurt or cause destruction, becoming obsessed with its containment. When questioned about the specific danger that SCP-4626 poses, affected individuals will respond with vague or unintelligible answers, sometimes ignoring the question entirely. The effect of SCP-4626 has been shown to be permanent in all subjects if left untreated, but can be counteracted with the use of Class-B amnestics. Discovery: SCP-4626 was discovered on ██/██/2009 when Researcher A. D█████ brought it to Site-58 in a panicked and terrified state, resulting in a major containment breach (see Incident Report 4626-1). Researcher A. D█████ was KIA during this incident, so it is unknown how SCP-4626 came to be in his possession. Addendum: Among events transpired during Incident 4626-1, a four-hundred-twenty-six page report on the dangers and risks posed by SCP-4626 was submitted to the 05 council, and the item was given the unconventional object class of “Azathoth”. The report was written in an extremely vague and informal fashion, seemingly rushed and with frequent spelling errors. Following the first report, another seven of similar content and length were submitted, as well as a request to utilize all of the Foundation’s available funds to prepare a suitable containment chamber for SCP-4626. This request was denied. In the time since Incident 4626-1 was resolved, with the successful containment of SCP-4626 and its reclassification as Safe, three additional security breaches have occurred. The first transpired on 09/17/2009, the second on 12/23/2009, and the third on 01/18/2010. Due to these incidents, coupled with the implications presented of SCP-4626's possible potential, an upgrade to Euclid class has been approved. Incident Reports + View Incident Report 4626-1 - Hide Incident Report 4626-1 On ██/██/2009 at 10:44 AM, Researcher A. D█████ brought SCP-4626 to Site-58 in a state of panic. This was the Foundation's first encounter with SCP-4626, and thus Foundation personnel were not aware of its properties. Within the next fifteen minutes, twelve individuals were overcome by SCP-4626's effect. The remaining personnel onsite realized SCP-4626's properties and successfully locked down the facility, containing SCP-4626 and all affected individuals. An attempt was made to subdue the frenzied mob without use of lethal force, however subjects responded violently, resulting in one death and three individuals escaping into heavy containment. These individuals proceeded to the containment chamber of SCP-████, releasing it and placing SCP-4626 into the newly empty chamber. Camera footage shows SCP-████ [DATA EXPUNGED] the three individuals before leaving camera range. During SCP-████'s rampage, █ additional SCPs breached containment, including one of Keter classification. Video surveillance of Site-58 was lost at 11:51 AM. MTF Beta-7 "Maz Hatters" and MTF Epsilon-11 "Nine-Tailed Fox" were both deployed to Site-58, arriving at 3:30 PM. Order was restored at 6:07 PM, with all escaped SCPs being contained and SCP-4626 secured. Amnestics were administered to all personnel on site to guarantee that all effects of SCP-4626 were erased. A total of ██ Foundation personnel were killed during this incident. + View Incident Report 4626-2 - Hide Incident Report 4626-2 On 09/17/2009 at 9:45 PM, Site-58 was infiltrated by an unidentified individual impersonating a guard. It is currently unknown how the subject gained access to a uniform or security card, or how he gained knowledge of Site-58’s layout. The subject was discovered and apprehended while attempting to access SCP-4626’s containment chamber without proper security clearance. Subject was designated POI-4626-1, see Interview Log 4626-2. + View Incident Report 4626-3 - Hide Incident Report 4626-3 On 12/23/2009, Site-58 was infiltrated by an unknown entity through anomalous means. The subject was described to resemble a naked Caucasian man, bearded and with long dark hair. The entity appeared to be able to pass through solid objects at will, however it seemed that this ability only extended to the entity itself, as it never displayed the power to take any physical objects with it while moving through solid substances. A large portion of Site-58 personnel were preoccupied with a holiday party at the time of the incident, and it is currently unknown if this was coincidental or if the entity had planned to break in while most staff members were distracted. The entity first appeared in the Site-58 security room, attacking and incapacitating the guards on duty. It then moved to SCP-4626's containment room, presumably to confirm the object's location. The entity then proceeded to the site cafeteria, where the festivities were taking place. After waiting outside for several minutes, the subject ambushed a drunken Dr.████, stealing his security card and leaving him unconscious. The entity returned to SCP-4626's containment chamber, accessed the door with the stolen card, and took the object. It was at this time that a guard in the security room regained consciousness, immediately triggering the alarm and locking down all exits. Before any measures could be taken, however, the entity returned to the cafeteria in a fit of hysterics. It is assumed that the subject was affected by SCP-4626 and was attempting to return it, but was fatally shot by a Foundation guard. Dr.████ and three guards were treated for minor injuries. + View Incident Report 4626-4 - Hide Incident Report 4626-4 On 01/28/2010, a small explosive was detonated near the southeast entrance of Site-58. During the ensuing commotion, an unidentified individual successfully infiltrated the site through the north entrance. The subject ran in the direction of SCP-4626's containment chamber, incapacitating two Foundation personnel along the way through use of a stolen electric baton. The subject was apprehended before he could reach his goal, surrendering to Site-58 security when surrounded. Among items found on his person, a silver coin inscribed with the word "Diffidentiae" was recovered. This incident resulted in no casualties and minor injuries to seven Foundation personnel. Subject was designated POI-4626-2, see Interview Log 4626-3 Interview Logs + View Interview Log 4626-1 - Hide Interview Log 4626-1 Interviewed: Dr. M███████ Interviewer: Researcher Kroese Foreword: Dr. M███████ was exposed to SCP-4626's fear effect during Incident 4626-1. After order was restored at Site-58, Dr. M███████ was taken to Site-██ and interviewed before receiving necessary amnestics. <Begin Log> Kroese: Dr. M███████, my name is ████ Kroese. I'll be conducting this interview. I understand you have some things to tell me? Dr. M███████: Yes, now listen, the stone- Kroese: Doctor, please, you must know how this goes by now. I will ask you questions, and you will answer. I promise, you will have the chance to tell me everything. Dr. M███████: (Visibly agitated) Yes, of course. Please begin. Kroese: Thank you, Doctor. Now, when did you first encounter this stone you've been talking about? Dr. M███████: When D█████ brought it in. The stone is extremely dangerous, and- Kroese: Doctor, please, be patient. Where is D█████ now? Dr. M███████: I don't know, the rock probably got him. It- Kroese: Did he say how or where he got the rock? Dr. M███████: No. Can I tell you about it now? It's really important. Kroese: Yes. What exactly does- Dr. M███████: It's dangerous, extremely dangerous. It'll kill us all if we don't do something. We need to contain it, it needs to be top-priority. I suggest we start by first pulling funding from the containment of all Safes and Euclids, and once we- Kroese: Doctor, what specifically does the stone do? Dr. M███████: I… it… it's bad. Horrible. Worse than anything we've ever seen before. Kroese: I see… but still, you've yet to tell me anything substantial. Dr. M███████: You don’t understand! Why the hell won’t any of you listen to me, you damn idiots! We need to be securing the stone! Kroese: This is going nowhere. We’re done. <End Log> Closing Statement: After being rid of SCP-4626’s effect, Dr. M███████ requested his full name be withheld. + View Interview Log 4626-2 - Hide Interview Log 4626-2 Interviewed: POI-4626-1 Interviewer: Researcher Schumacher Foreword: POI-4626-1 was brought to interview room 2A in Site-58, two days after initial break in. <Begin Log> Schumacher: POI-4626-1, I will be conducting the interview. You may call me Schumacher. POI-4626-1: Okay. Schumacher: Where did you get the uniform and card? POI-4626-1: They were given to me by my superior. Schumacher: And where did your superior get them? POI-4626-1: Can't say. Schumacher: Can't or won't? POI-4626-1: Both, actually. Schumacher: What is your interest in SCP-4626? POI-4626-1: The stone is ours. It was stolen from us, we just want it back. We wish to preserve human life if we can help it, but since I've failed, more powerful people will come. People will get hurt. It'd be best to give it to me now and let me go. Schumacher: When you say "we", who are you referring to? POI-4626-1: My people. We created the stone. Schumacher: How did you plan to safely transport the stone? POI-4626-1: I'm sorry? Schumacher: How did you intend to resist the effects of the stone? POI-4626-1: What? What effects? Schumacher: I thought you said you made the stone? POI-4626-1: We did! What effects are you talking about? Is there something wrong with it? Schumacher: I will not be disclosing any information to you. POI-4626-1: Those bastards did something to it, didn't they? Those heathens defiled the stone! Please, you've got to let me see it! I can reverse what they did! Schumacher: Who is "they"? POI-4626-1: "They" are a group of slimy, blasphemous heathens that wish to see our beautiful congregation destroyed. That cursed sect stole the stone, and they must've done something to it. Please, tell me what they did. Schumacher: Can you tell me more about this sect? POI-4626-1: There's nothing more that I know. Schumacher: Interesting. Thank you for your cooperation. This interview is over. POI-4626-1: No! Tell me what happened! Let me see the stone, dammit! <End Log> Closing Statement: POI-4626-1 attempted to escape restraints and violently resisted foundation personnel removing him from the interview room. Subject was sedated and placed back in his cell. + View Interview Log 4626-3 - Hide Interview Log 4626-3 Interviewed: POI-4626-2 Interviewer: Dr. Fairleigh Foreword: POI-4626-2 was interrogated in interview room 2B two hours after incident 4626-4 was resolved. <Begin Log> Dr. Fairleigh: POI-4626-2. My name is Dr. Fairleigh. I will be interviewing you today. POI-4626-2: (POI-4626-2 nods) Dr. Fairleigh: Why did you break into this facility? POI-4626-2: The stone. Dr. Fairleigh: That's what we thought. What are your intentions? POI-4626-2: I want to make it safer. Dr. Fairleigh: What do you mean? POI-4626-2: I was the one that gave it to you people. I made it do what it does, but it went wrong. The effect is too strong, people died. I want to lessen the intensity of the effect, so that people stop dying. Dr. Fairleigh: Do you have any connection to the individuals who previously attempted to seize SCP-4626? POI-4626-2: I was one of them once, but I left along with a bunch of others. Dr. Fairleigh: Who are they? POI-4626-2: They're called the Children of Verus. Dr. Fairleigh: And you and your people? Do you have a name? POI-4626-2: We are the Diffidentiae. We see the lies. Dr. Fairleigh: Why do the… the Children of Verus want the stone? POI-4626-2: They will use it to bring a horrendous fate upon this world. There are five in total, but they need them all. We stole it so that they couldn't use it, and we gave it to all of you to keep it safe. Dr. Fairleigh: How did you- POI-4626-2: I'm sorry doctor, but I've told you all that I ever will. I do not intend to remain here as a liability for my people, rotting in a cell. Dr. Fairleigh: POI-4626-2, there is no way for you to leave. You are going to- POI-4626-2: Good doctor, there is always a way out, if you're brave enough. Dr. Fairleigh: POI-4626-2, do not move. Security, get in here. POI-4626-2: [DATA EXPUNGED] Dr. Fairleigh: No! Stop! Dammit, get in here! (Dr. Fairleigh attempts to use his hand to cover POI-4626-2’s mouth) POI-4626-2: [DATA EXPUNGED] Dr. Fairleigh: Hurry up, I need help! And shut off the microphones, we have to- <End Log> Closing Statement: POI-4626-2 was lost during this event. POI-4626-2’s knowledge of [DATA EXPUNGED]1 should be considered a breach of Foundation secrecy. Further Research into GoIs "Children of Verus" and "Diffidentiae" is pending underway. Footnotes 1. 315.125 • 8 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4626" by Tsequiri, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4626. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-4627 | keter | An instance of SCP-4627-A connecting to a non-anomalous street (instance in center of image) Item #: SCP-4627 Special Containment Procedures: If a manifestation of SCP-4627 is discovered, a Scranton Reality Anchor must be deployed to the immediate area surrounding this manifestation, ensuring that the area-of-effect covers all known manifestations of SCP-4627-A. Any residents of the area that have been absorbed will have an appropriate cover story fabricated to explain their disappearance. All civilians in the immediate area must be treated with amnestics, as absorption does not always occur when a person enters the anomaly. Description: SCP-4627 is a spatial anomaly that manifests near inattentive travellers. It creates non-existing pathways, roads and locations (hereby referred to as SCP-4627-A) that resemble the area it appears in. The initial manifestation is usually discovered by those not familiar with the area, or who are not paying attention to the route they are taking. These people will invariably follow the route of a manifestation of SCP-4627-A, as opposed to continuing along their intended path. Instances of SCP-4627-A superficially resemble the area surrounding the anomaly, and will connect to other pathways along the way, including pre-existing paths and other SCP-4627-A instances. In addition, these instances will create other objects and entities that logically would be located alongside the path, such as parks, buildings, flora and fauna. These connections will constantly change, with entrances moving around both inside and outside SCP-4627. Further studies of this anomaly have revealed that instances of SCP-4627-A are non-Euclidean in nature, and cannot be observed from above. Additionally, attempting to enter instances from anywhere other than the entrance has proved unsuccessful, due to the non-Euclidean nature of these pathways. However, it has been found that radio signals can still be received from inside the anomaly. Attempts to track how these signals transmit show that each signal emanates from the point-of-entry, regardless of how far the radio device has been taken inside. As the anomaly continues to manifest, more interconnecting SCP-4627-A instances will appear, until the point where people will become "absorbed" by the anomaly, unable to find their way out. This is due to the fact that the layout of SCP-4627 changes, with exits constantly changing location. When the anomaly reaches this point, all people inside are to be considered lost, as attempting a rescue mission will only cause more loss of personnel. At an undetermined point in time, the anomaly will start creating humanoid creatures, referred to as SCP-4627-1. These humanoids resemble people located in the area affected by SCP-4627, but with very slight differences in appearance. Otherwise, there are no discernible differences between these creatures and regular human beings. Explorations: Catalogued below are the explorations undertaken inside manifestations of SCP-4627. + Exploration-4627-01 - Hide Log Opening statement: Exploration was conducted by Researcher █████████, using D-9571 to explore the anomaly. Subject's history showed violent tendencies. Both were equipped with a radio. In this case, SCP-4627-A had manifested as the entrance to a street. Researcher █████████: Hello, please test your radio. D-9571: Test, I guess? Researcher █████████: Good. Please enter the street. D-9571 enters SCP-4627-A D-9571: Okay, now what? Am I meant to explode or something? Researcher █████████: Please, keep walking into the street. D-9571 walks approximately 10 metres into the anomaly Researcher █████████: Good, stop there. Now please test your radio. D-9571: Uh, hi? Researcher █████████: Loud and clear. Now, continue walking until you can no longer see us. D-9571 continues walking until they have turned around a corner, and are no longer visible to Researcher █████████. Researcher █████████: Radio test. D-9571: Yep, still here. Researcher █████████: What can you see? D-9571: Just looks like a normal street, with houses. Kind of quiet though, can't see anybody here. Researcher █████████: Please continue on, and tell us what you see. D-9571 stays silent for a few minutes. Researcher █████████: Hello? D-9571: Yep, still looks like houses to me, also I've hit a dead end. Researcher █████████: Alright. Please return to the entrance. D-9571 remains silent for a few more minutes D-9571: Huh, swear that street wasn't there before. Researcher █████████: Please elaborate. D-9571: Oh, uh, I came past this area earlier, but I remember there being, like, a purple house here before. Now there's a new street. Maybe my memory is just bad though. Researcher █████████: Continue moving back to the entrance. D-9571 stays silent again for several more minutes D-9571: Uhhh… Researcher █████████: What is it? D-9571: I'm here, where are you guys? Researcher █████████: We are still waiting at the entrance. We do not see you. D-9571: Wait no, this is different, this is definitely different. There's an intersection here now! It changed! Researcher █████████: Please calm down, we will— D-9571: Shit, I'm going to die here aren't I? Researcher █████████: Calm down D-9571, rescue can— The radio went static at this point. It is assumed that D-9571 destroyed it in a fit of violence. Upon further inspection, the static signals were found to be emanating from the location that he entered at. + Exploration-4627-02 - Hide Log Opening Statement: This exploration was performed by Dr ████, using D-5724. Subject had suffered several panic attacks in the past. Both were equipped with radios, and D-5724 was additionally equipped with a day's worth of rations, a flashlight with spare batteries, and a harness attached to a pulley system. In this case, SCP-4627 had manifested inside a large office building, with SCP-4627-A manifesting as a door that had previously not existed. Dr ████: Please check that the rope is taut. D-5724 tugs at the rope D-5724: Yeah, seems fine. Dr ████: Please enter through the door. D-5724 enters and looks around Dr ████: What can you see from inside? D-5724: Lots of cubicles. Ugh, I hate offices. Dr ████: Are there any windows? D-5724: Yeah, there's windows. I can see the city outside. Looks like I'm on the top floor? (Note: Analysis of security footage did not show D-5724 as being visible from outside the building at any point during the expedition) Dr ████: Please continue through one of the doors. D-5724 can be heard opening a door. Dr ████: What can you see now? D-5724: Just a ton of hallways. There's one to the right that seems to go to another room of cubicles. Wait, shouldn't that be where the edge of the building is? Dr ████: Please enter the hallway on the right. D-5724 enters the hallway, reaching the next room of cubicles D-5724: This is really weirding me out. It doesn't make sense. This is past where the windows were. Dr ████: Are there any windows in this section? D-5724: Uh, yes. I can– wait, what the fuck? Now I'm near the bottom of the building! Dr ████: Please continue the exploration. D-5724: What is happening here? Dr ████ remains silent D-5724: Whatever. D-5724 continues walking for several minutes, silently. D-5724: Hey, I'm at some sort of kitchen now. Dr ████: Describe your surroundings. D-5724: It looks pretty normal. There's a sink, coffee machine, stove, kettle, everything you'd expect in an office kitchen. On Dr ████'s end, all rope beyond the entrance of SCP-4627 seemingly vanishes, leaving a clean cut on the end of the rope that remains. D-5724: Guys, what happened to the rope? It's gone slack. Dr ████: It appears to have vanished on our end. Please check the direction that you came from. D-5724: Okay… Shit! The rope just ends at the door! Dr ████: Please stay calm. Follow the route that you came from. D-5724 remains silent for several minutes Dr ████: Checking in. D-5724: It's all different! The hallways have changed, there's more doors now, where do I go! Dr ████: Please do not panic. We will find you a way out. Remain calm. D-5724 becomes unresponsive. Multiple attempts were made to contact them, to no avail. Due to the danger of the anomaly, no rescue attempts were made. As soon as the Reality Anchor was activated, the radio signal ceased, and the entrance door completely disappeared, being replaced with solid wall. Further investigation revealed that nothing was behind where the door had been previously been. Incident-4627-33: A civilian escaped from SCP-4627 after being "absorbed". They were interviewed by Dr ██████. As soon as the anomaly was brought under control, they were given amnestics and released. Interview transcript below. Introductions and other unimportant conversation has been removed for brevity Dr ██████: Can you please describe the layout inside the anomaly? Civilian: It kept changing. One minute I was driving down a dead end road, suddenly there were two more roads leading off of it. When I came back to where I originally entered, it had been connected to a new road leading past a park I had never seen before. Dr ██████: Did you see anyone else during your time spent in the anomaly? Civilian: Yes, there were people. But it was weird, they looked like people I knew, but there was something off about them? Like their faces were slightly different, or they were wearing glasses, or had wider shoulders. Whatever they were, they were definitely not the same people I knew. Dr ██████: Did you address any of them? Civilian: Yeah, I tried talking to a couple of them. Some seemed just as confused as I was, while some had no idea what I was talking about. Dr ██████: What do you mean by "Just as confused as you were"? Civilian: They said they experienced something similar. Turned down the wrong road, and now they were in this ever-changing maze, just like me. But they were definitely people I had never seen before, and they had never seen me either. Dr ██████: Did any of them tell you their names? Or where they came from? A list of names and locations were given. When researched, several of these names and locations did not appear to exist, and various names were found to belong to people living very far away from the existing locations mentioned. The interview was concluded here. Incident-4627-71: During a minor manifestation of SCP-4627 in the ███████ Hospital ventilation system, D-9571 crawled out of one of the vents, and attacked several patients. They were quickly reacquired by the Foundation and subsequently terminated. Their body showed emaciation due to starvation and their violent state appeared to be non-anomalous. Due to the presence of Foundation insignia on their clothing, amnestics were administered to all civilians that were involved. A cover story was given presenting D-9571 as an escaped convict. Incident-4627-105: SCP-4627 manifested at Site-██, leading to the absorption of several important personnel and artifacts. Safety procedures have been revised, and a Scranton Reality Anchor of appropriate size must now be present at all Foundation sites holding sensitive objects or important personnel. |
SCP-4628 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4628: Pie is Wrong Author: pieiswrong Image: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:22-pie_crimped.jpg License: Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported Unbaked SCP-4628-1 Item #: SCP-4628 Special Containment Procedures: The recipe for SCP-4628-1 is Level 3/4628 Classified. SCP-4628-2 are to be kept in standard humanoid containment cells. SCP-4628-2 are to wear protective airtight suits at all times. SCP-4628-2 are to attend mandatory remedial and reversal classes. If an accident results in a gross loss of mass to an SCP-4628-2, Site 17 Kitchen Staff are required to be able to reproduce SCP-4628-1 for reintegration. Preventive action "Operation Pi Day1" is to be conducted every March 14. Description: SCP-4628-1 is a type of pie crust made with an anomalous recipe titled “Pi Crust for Dummies”. When SCP-4628-1 is ingested, the subject will transform into a pliable light brown entity composed of a mixture of butter, flour, salt, and water similar in consistency to unbaked pie crust. Entities are collectively known as SCP-4628-2. SCP-4628-1’s anomaly only affects humans who have been exposed to the idea of the circle constant pi. Subjects with the belief that pi is inelegant are unaffected. SCP-4628-1's effects are reversible. See Document #: 4628-A1 Reversal Procedure. SCP-4628-2 retain sapience, speech, and the mass of their original person. SCP-4628-2 do not need to perform any human bodily functions. SCP-4628-2 exposed to the air for long periods of time show signs of staleness associated with pie dough and air exposure. Extended exposure may result in loss of mass via crumbling. SCP-4628-2 can also lose mass via friction, trauma, or contact with other SCP-4628-2. When an SCP-4628-2 is reduced to about 20% of its mass, it will lose sentience. Warped speech and slow vocalizations are signs of an SCP-4628-2 losing too much mass. Separated mass can be reintegrated into an SCP-4628-2's body. SCP-4628-1 also works as a substitute if the lost mass is unrecoverable. Document #: 4628-A1 Reversal Procedure To reverse the effects of SCP-4628-1, an SCP-4628-2 must be able to reason why pi as a concept of geometry and trigonometry is aesthetically displeasing or inefficient. To achieve this, SCP-4628 are required to attend remedial and reversal classes. Remedial classes begin with Introduction to Geometry, Area, and Unit Squares and any necessary supplementary lessons. SCP-4628 are required to pass remedial classes to qualify for reversal classes. Reversal classes include teachings from π is Wrong! by Bob Palais, The Tau Manifesto by Michael Hartl, and the Pi Is (still) Wrong series by Victoria Hart. Average SCP-4628-2 can reverse within 1 month of containment under the Foundation curriculum. Special cases have been under remedial classes for upwards of 6 months. An SCP-4628-2 that has reversed but has its preference against pi amnesticized reverts to anomalous dough form. Document #: 4628-A2 Discovery The Foundation has been aware of SCP-4628-1 and SCP-4628-2 since its first recorded outbreak on March 14, 2002. The process to reverse SCP-4628-1's anomalous effects as well as its origin came to Foundation awareness three months after the first SCP-4628-2 were contained. On June 28, 2002, an envelope manifested on Anomalous Mathematics researcher Sedric Felizardo’s desk at Site 17. Inside was a letter revealing SCP-4628-1's recipe's author, the author's motives, and how to reverse SCP-4628-1's effects. Along with the letter was a separate document detailing the complete recipe of SCP-4628-1. Testing of reversal procedures was approved immediately after receiving this information. Successful reversal tests led to the implementation of the current containment and reversal procedures. SCP-4628-1's recipe was theorized to have been leaked by its author to the anomalous black-market channels shortly after this development. Document #: 4628-A3 Letter addressed to researcher Felizardo on June 28, 2002. + Level 2 Clearance Required - Accepted Dear Sedric, Fuck pi. What a joke of a circle constant. Math is supposed to be easy, beautiful, elegant. Pi makes math look ugly. Definition: a circle is a collection of all points a given distance away from a center. A radius pointing forth like a taut string in the sand. It draws a curved path as far as its shadow in the sun will take it. You watch it spin and marvel at its simple beauty, and the crashing waves, and the sea birds' calls, and your lover in your arms. But Archimedes said "fuck the radius!" Pi is the ratio of a circle’s diameter to its circumference. Diameter?? Who fucking cares about diameters Archimedes?? Maybe if you need to jump over a fucking pit, BUT NOT IN THE HUMAN RACE'S THEORETICAL SPACE OF MATH. Fuck diameters. A circle is defined by its radius, not its diameter. Why the fuck is the circle constant based on the diameter? Why is 1π in radians a half circle? Who cares about half circles? Why is a whole circle 2π radians? NO. UNNECESSARY CONVERSIONS ARE UGLY. ONE PIE SHOULD BE ONE PI. No one cares. It’s not like they’ll need a correct circle constant in the real world. I care. I know you care too. Every March 14th is agony. Pi is fucking wrong. I’m sorry Sedric. I got angry. I made the pie. I promise the people don’t feel any pain. I just need them to learn. If they learn the truth, the true circle constant, only then can they be forgiven. Fuck pi. Fuck Pi Day. Fuck Archimedes. Fuck this world. I’m fixing it. - All my love, Adam I’m still here for you. Note: Researcher Felizardo claims that the author of the recipe is known Anomalous Language and Anomalous Mathematics extremist Dr. Adam Daniel San Lopez. Felizardo had worked closely with San Lopez in a small faction of anomalous educators in their home country before Felizardo was recruited into the Foundation. San Lopez’s current whereabouts are unknown. Document #: 4628-A4 SCP-4628-1 Recipe received on June 28, 2002. + Level 3/4628 Clearance Required - Accepted Pi Crust for Dummies [Handwritten below the title:] It's so easy, even the ignorant can fucking make it. Materials: Medium mixing bowl Rolling pin Fork Plastic wrap or wax paper Glass pie plate Latent homophonic meta-actuality descriptors: pi/pie (2) Ingredients: 2 cups all-purpose flour 1/2 teaspoon salt 2/3 cup unsalted butter, very cold 5-7 tablespoons ice water Ignorance of the truth of pi/Knowledge of the truth of tau Step 1: Mixing Dough Note: Channel your ignorance or knowledge into the entirety of the dough creation. Consciously or subconsciously is fine. 1. Combine flour and salt in the bowl and mix very well. 2. Using the fork, chop the butter into chunks into the bowl. 3. Mix until the ingredients are integrated but still coarse. Pea-sized bits should still be visible. 4. Sprinkle ice water while mixing (1 tablespoon at a time) 5. Add water until the mixture is soft enough to shape but not too wet. Step 2: Shaping Dough Note: Your channeling should have infused the dough with enough energy to trigger the latent homophonic meta-actuality in the dough's true name. At this stage, the dough is now active. 1. Shape dough into 2 balls. 2. Flatten each ball into a disc. 3. Wrap well in plastic wrap or wax paper and let chill in the fridge for 30 minutes. 4. Remove the dough and let it sit for 5 minutes outside the fridge before rolling. Step 3: Rolling Pie Crusts Note: The shape of the dough does not actually matter in incurring an active homophonic reaction from another human. I don't really care, but traditionally pie crusts must be rolled flat and filled. 1. Sprinkle flour on your workspace and rolling pin. 2. Roll 1 ball of dough flat. It must be big enough to line your pie plate. 3. Lift and place into pie plate. 4. Roll the second ball of dough flat similarly and put aside. 5. Fill your pies however you want, lift the second crust onto the top. 6. Bake your pies however you want. I really don't care. 7. Feed another person and watch the conformists turn into pie crust. Happy Pi Day. Footnotes 1. Pi Day is a celebration of the circle constant pi held by enthusiasts every March 14 since 1988. This date references pi’s first three digits, 3.14. The celebration is marked by the consumption of pie due to its coincidentally circular nature and play on words. 2. Homophonic meta-actuality descriptors are reality-altering mechanisms triggered by homophones. The Anomalous Language Department is making a list of all known descriptor groups and their uses. |
SCP-4629 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4629 — A Little Easter Egg Author: AlanDaris Jam contest 2020 entry for the 1st, "EXPLOSIONS", theme. My other work for this contest: SCP-5058 ~~ More Alan Stuff ~~ Item #: SCP-4629 Foundation personnel walking a group of sheep for initial SCP-4629 testing. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation-operated bot I/O-BARAMYOU is to monitor the web for mentions of SCP-4629 occurrences in the real world. Assigned personnel are tasked with investigating the reports compiled by the bot, as well as administering amnestics to witnesses and deleting the mentions of the event in case of SCP-4629 occurrence being confirmed. SCP-4629 references in various forms of media, specifically the video game industry, were deemed unlikely to cause a secrecy breach and are used as an additional disinformation campaign. Description: SCP-4629 is a phenomenon that causes a spontaneous rise of pressure within the bodies of Ovis aries (Sheep) species and results in them violently exploding. SCP-4629 occurs when a member of the respective species (hereby SCP-4629-1) is touched by a human individual at least one hundred times within the time span of three minutes. The action has to be performed with either of the person's hands, and the physical contact has to be fully severed before repeating. No biological changes were detected within SCP-4629-1's body during the process, but the animals were observed to show signs of increasing emotional distress. SCP-4629 was first observed in November 2003, and two more events occurred in the following decade outside of testing. The initial investigation conducted in 2004 revealed SCP-4629's close resemblance to hidden available interactions from a number of video games. The most recent game depicting process similar to SCP-4629 at that moment was a real-time strategy "Warcraft III: Reign of Chaos"; in the game, if a player clicked on a neutral animal unit several dozen times in a quick fashion, it rapidly exploded. It was estimated that the phenomenon started occurring six months after Warcraft III was released. The game's lead programmer, an individual named Mike O'Brien (hereby PoI-1008) was brought into the Foundation custody and interviewed. Addendum 4629: Interview Log INTERVIEWED: PoI-1008 INTERVIEWER: Doctor B. Bishop DATE: 15/08/2003 BEGIN LOG Dr. Bishop: Hello, Mr. O'Brien. I'm here to ask you a couple of questions about your latest game. PoI-1008: Hello. I'm, well… Flattered? I'm glad so many people are interested in the game, but I didn't expect this, you know. To talk about it in a place like this. Dr. Bishop: Don't worry, this won't take long. We only wanted to know more about a specific interaction. The one that causes animals to explode after you click on them. PoI-1008: Uh, exploding sheep easter egg? Yeah, it's a fun one. Dr. Bishop: We wanted to know whether there's something unusual about this "easter egg". Do you remember how you thought of it? PoI-1008: Well, once I saw a sheep blow up after being poked a bunch of times, so that was the inspiration I guess. Dr. Bishop: …You did? Was it after you started developing the game? PoI-1008: Oh no, it happened a pretty long time ago. During summer, I was ten or so at a time. I and my parents went to a friends' farmhouse to celebrate, uh, a birthday I think. The place had a grass field nearby, and a dozen grazing sheep. (PoI-1008 pauses) PoI-1008: As far as I recall, when we were arsing around on that field, we realized those sheep reacted if you touched them. You'd poke, and they'd go "baa" or "meh". I don't remember whose idea it was, but we decided it'll be fun to poke a single sheep a bunch of times. Like, very rapidly. We weren't smart kids. (PoI-1008 chuckles for a moment) PoI-1008: So, one of us, Fred I think, did it for a minute and then boom. The sheep is in pieces and the poor guy stands there covered in blood from head to toe. Others started screaming and running away, but I personally thought the whole thing was fucking hilarious. In a dark way, you know? Dr. Bishop: Uh, I guess? PoI-1008: (Laughs briefly) The parents didn't believe us, of course. And after some time, I also started to doubt whether I really saw that. Dunno why I remembered this situation years after, but when we were making Warcraft, I just thought of it and pitched my idea to other folks in the studio. They agreed it'll be a fun thing to include. Didn't think much of it since, honestly. Dr. Bishop: You were ten at the time, so you're saying the phenomenon was occurring as early as 1983? PoI-1008: (Shrugs) I guess. Anything else you wanted to know? Dr. Bishop: No. That is all, thank you for your cooperation. END LOG Afterword: PoI-1008 was deemed unresponsible for SCP-4629, administered Class-A amnestic and released. The individual and related persons were then disinformed regarding the event that occurred during the summer of 1983 to conceal the true nature of SCP-4629. An additional investigation into the phenomenon's origin was conducted, during which the assigned personnel inspected various printed media, writings, and folklore. In total, twelve mentions of SCP-4629 were located in texts and verbal sources such as urban legends, situated in different countries and compiled during different time periods, with the earliest mention being dated by the sixteenth century. The phenomenon was mostly attributed to an unknown illness, witchcraft, or paranormal events. Neither of the observed sources gained widespread attention due to lacking in prominence and/or credibility in the eyes of the general public. It is currently believed that SCP-4629 existed for at least five hundred years, but remained unknown to the civilian population due to complicated and extremely obtuse requirements for its occurrence. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4629" by AlanDaris, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4629. 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: ManAndSheep.jpg Name: N/A Author: pixel2013 License: CC0 Source Link: Pixnio Additional Notes: Image cropped from original. |
SCP-4630 | safe | Item #: SCP-4630 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4630 and SCP-4630-1 are to be kept in a standard hydroponic containment cell. The cell is to be partitioned to allow for private interviews with each of the objects, but have the ability to open to allow free communication when not conducting interviews. SCP-4630-2 is to be kept in a separate soundproof hydroponics containment cell. SCP-4630-2 is to have psychological evaluations on a biweekly basis, designed to investigate the extent of the object's knowledge. The attending psychologist is not allowed to bring pencil, paper, or any form of information storing devices with them to the evaluations. All meetings are to be recorded directly to encrypted drives set to Level-5 clearance only. After meeting with SCP-4630-2, the attending psychologist is to be treated with Class-C amnestics to remove all knowledge of their time spent with SCP-4630-2. Attending psychologists are to be rotated after every meeting. Description: SCP-4630 is a head of Lactuca sativa, more commonly known as Iceberg Lettuce, which has gained sapience and a method of spoken communication through currently unknown, although suspected genetic1, means. Analysis of SCP-4630's genome has revealed substantial differences between its genetic code and that of a typical individual of L. sativa, collectively designated SCP-4630-A. Interviews with SCP-4630 have revealed that it believes itself to be a human researcher working at the Foundation under the name Doctor John Cabbage, although no such person was ever employed by the Foundation. Experiments with implanting different parts of the SCP-4630-A ANA2 in additional subjects in the plant kingdom have resulted in additional sapient vegetables, designated SCP-4630-1 and SCP-4630-2. Due to the creation of SCP-4630-2, in spite of not being able to isolate the sapience granting string of genetic code, further experiments using this method have been suspended. SCP-4630, SCP-4630-1 and SCP-4630-2 have very little in common, apart from the following: All of the objects have sapience. All of the objects believe that they are human. All of the objects believe that they have worked at the Foundation, despite no records existing to corroborate this. All of the objects have names relating to the vegetable in a direct, or at least commonly misunderstood3, manner. Further investigations into a connection between SCP-4630 and GoIs which have access to genetic modification technology is ongoing. Discovery Log: SCP-4630 was discovered in the lower most drawer of the refrigerator inside the Site-09 break room, when the object exclaimed he was being assaulted by a Junior Researcher as they were attempting to construct a bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich. AUDIO LOG 4630-A DATE: 24 February 2017 NOTE: Initial interview with SCP-4630. Dr. Chong presiding. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Chong: Good morning, SCP-4630. SCP-4630: Good morning, Doctor… uh, Chong is it? I am Doctor Cabbage, and you may refer to me as such. Dr. Chong: Very well, Doctor… Cabbage. Would you mind answering a few questions regarding your current state? SCP-4630: Oh, is it that bad? I thought I might be coming down with a cold. I was hoping that taking the day off would clear it up, but I suppose not. Dr. Chong: I was referring to your current state of (pause) being a head of lettuce, Dr. Cabbage. SCP-4630: What? A head of lettuce? Dr. Chong: Yes. SCP-4630: What are you talking about, Sir? I have never for a moment in my life ceased being a human being. (silence for approx. 15 seconds) Dr. Chong: Dr. Cabbage, you describe yourself as a doctor, but would you mind telling me what you are a doctor of? SCP-4630: On my diploma it says Biological Sciences, but I was hired at the Foundation for my work on thaumaturgical biology. Dr. Chong: Like DNA augmentation? SCP-4630: Through thaumaturgic means? Don't be silly, boy, that'd be impossible! The DNA structure is much too fine for the thaumaturgic methods we have today. Dr. Chong: But you did work with DNA? Through non-thaumaturgic means? SCP-4630: I don't know where all this talk about DNA came from, I'm just a biologist, not a geneticist. I study the phenotypical traits of thaumaturgic creatures, fairies, unicorns, and the like. Classic stuff. Dr. Chong: Alright, well… Thank you for your time, Dr. Cabbage. [END LOG] By order of Site Directorship Re: SCP-4630-1 Experiment The experiment to extract a quantity of SCP-4630-A and implant it into another host, designated SCP-4630-1, is APPROVED. This experiment will be carried out at the earliest possible convenience at the discretion of the 4630 Lead Researcher. By order of 4630 Lead Researcher Re: SCP-4630-1 Experiment The experiment to extract and implant an amount of SCP-4630-A into an individual of the species Musa acuminata4 is to be begun on 03 March 2016 at 0800 by Researcher Markson, Researcher Carlos, and Junior Researcher Vala. AUDIO LOG 4630-B DATE: 04 March 2017 NOTE: Initial interview with SCP-4630-1. Dr. Markson presiding. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Markson: Good afternoon, SCP-4630-1. SCP-4630-1: What, so I'm an SCP now? Dr. Markson: I beg your pardon? SCP-4630-1: Last time I checked, the number you slapped me with was D-0579. Dr. Markson: (clears her throat) What was your name prior to joining the SCP Foundation? SCP-4630-1: Sig. Sigmund Peele. Dr. Markson: So, D-057- SCP-4630-1: Oh, that's just like you doctor types to ask me my name just to go on and not fucking use it. Dr. Markson: (pauses) Mr. Peele, would you describe where you were yesterday morning? SCP-4630-1: I don't know, probably in my fucking cell. Dr. Markson: You don't remember? SCP-4630-1: No, I don't remember. Do you think you'd remember every time you stared at a grey concrete wall? Dr. Markson: I see. Thank you, Mr. Peele. [END LOG] Request to 4630 Lead Researcher from Dr. Sabrina Markson Re: SCP-4630-2 Experiment Due to the results of Experiment 4630-1, I hereby request another opportunity to experiment with SCP-4630-A in order to see if the entity can be genetically engineered to be more useful in pinpointing the genetic and/or thaumaturgical elements responsible for sapience and spontaneous auditory generation. Responce to request by Dr. Sabrina Markson from 4630 Lead Researcher Re: SCP-4630-2 Experiment I'll give the go ahead, but be careful Bri, we don't really know the forces we're messing with here. By order of 4630 Lead Researcher Re: SCP-4630-2 Experiment The experiment to extract and implant an amount of SCP-4630-A into a modified individual of the species Zea mays5 is to be begun on 15 April 2016 at 0800 by Researcher Markson, Researcher Carlos, and Junior Researcher Vala. AUDIO LOG 4630-C DATE: 16 April 2017 NOTE: Initial interview with SCP-4630-2. Dr. Carlos presiding. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Carlos: Good morning, SCP-4630-2. SCP-4630-2: Oh god. Am I dead? I figured if there was a god, he'd do this kind of cruel joke to me… Dr. Carlos: SCP-4630-2, please elaborate. What is particularly cruel? SCP-4630-2: The last thing I remember, I was lying in bed, which means I'm probably dead. I'd bet those bastards at the ███ did it too, they've been planning their little █████████ ████ █████ for years now, and I guess they finally built up the nerve to strike. Dr. Carlos: I'm sorry, but, if you don't mind me asking, why would the ███ target you specifically? SCP-4630-2: Because I'm O5-█, Joseph Cobb, you simpleton. (pause) I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. I'm just in shock is all. Dr. Carlos: Oh shit. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. It is speculated that the method of spoken communication relies on a thaumaturgical component embedded in the genetic sequence, although this has not been corroborated at this time. 2. Anomalous deoxyriboNucleic Acid 3. Such as cabbage, Brassica oleracea, being from a completely different genus from Iceberg Lettuce. 4. Commonly known as the Cavendish variety of banana. 5. Commonly known as corn. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4630" by DrLeibowitz, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4630. 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-4631 | euclid | Item#: 4631 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-4631 in service. Special Containment Procedures: As SCP-4631 cannot be physically contained, and as its anomalous properties are not outwardly visible, SCP-4631 is allowed to operate publicly. Amnestics are to be administered in the event that any civilians notice anomalous phenomena. The Site-201 Containment Oversight Team is in continued contact with the Toronto Transit Commission to ensure that other streetcars do not interrupt SCP-4631's operation. Monitoring equipment has been installed into SCP-4631, and once a month a containment researcher is to interview SCP-4631-A. Cover stories regarding an anonymous philanthropist have been disseminated to explain the manifestation of money obtained by SCP-4631. In the event that the anomaly develops hazardous behavior, Mobile Task Force Upsilon-20 ("Hogtown Garrison")1 agents trained in applied demonology are to be deployed for recontainment purposes. Ritual invocations to contact the employers of SCP-4631 are still under development. Description: SCP-4631 is a Flexity Outlook streetcar operated by a Type I Tartarean Entity (SCP-4631-A), serving on the Spadina streetcar line in Toronto, Ontario, Canada. The vehicle's exterior and its interior cabins are normal in make, though deviations from standard Flexity streetcars exist in its internal mechanisms. This includes: Structures composed of human bone tissue replacing internal machinery. These are not outwardly noticeable, as they are covered in the thin layers of plastic and metal found in standard Flexity Outlook streetcars. Alchemical symbols carved into the insides of various devices. A machine constructed from sulfur compounds, which continually pumps human blood through the vehicle to generate electricity.2 A small wormhole that manifests in the fare vending machine, transporting 10% of deposited physical money to homeless persons and charity groups within the city limits every 12 hours. SCP-4631-A is capable of changing their appearance, typically assuming the appearance of a different Toronto streetcar operator each day. Researchers have witnessed SCP-4631-A changing to non-human shapes at times when no passengers are on SCP-4631. This is not visible from outside of the streetcar; SCP-4631-A is seen to vanish until regaining a human form. A plaque with the following text is on the underside of SCP-4631 Provided by the TORONTO DEMON COUNCIL Aiding the denizens of above with the best of below. Est. 1950 Addendum.4631.1: Discovery SCP-4631 was discovered on 29/08/2010, when the Toronto Police Service received multiple phone calls describing a streetcar emerging in a flash of red light. MTF Upsilon-20 was sent and quickly contained SCP-4631, storing SCP-4631-A in a demonics-sealed chamber. After all witnessing subjects were amnesticized the vehicle was transported to Site-201. At 02:00 on 30/8/2010, SCP-4631 and SCP-4631-A were surrounded by a red mist and vanished. SCP-4631 was then observed ejecting out of Lake Ontario by MTF Nu-3 ("Limnophobia"), reaching a height of 570m before accelerating into the city. Personnel observed it operating as a normal streetcar the subsequent day. Current containment procedures were developed in response. SCP-4631-A is presumed to have been first encountered three years prior in EE-5092. On 05/04/2007, bystanders at the St. George subway station reportedly saw a series of flashing lights at the end of a subway tunnel. A minute later a train exited the tunnel at high velocity, derailing and crashing into the subway platform. First responders investigating the train interior discovered numerous dismembered cadavers with body malformations, machines resembling medieval torture devices, spatial anomalies, and train cars entirely filled with blood. Several minutes after the crash, multiple people witnessed a male subject staggering away from the train, with a longsword piercing their chest. When medical personnel arrived the subject was surrounded in a red mist, vanishing soon after. Refer to File EE-5092 for further information. SCP-4631-A has refused to answer questions regarding EE-5092. Addendum.4631.2: Incident 4631/AN/01 On 05/04/2011 at 22:12, a Type I Tartarean Entity (hereafter SCP-4631-B) in the guise of a civilian boarded SCP-4631. Researcher Annabel Xiulan, who had boarded the streetcar at this time for a routine interview session with SCP-4631-A, observed SCP-4631-B approach the streetcar's cabin, convert their jaw into a set of muscular hydrostats, and tear open the cabin entrance. Below is footage recorded by Researcher Xiulan's standard-issue body camera. ▷ Incident 4631/AN/01 Video Log ▽ Incident 4631/AN/01 Video Log < BEGIN LOG > Xiulan crouches in a far corner of the streetcar. At the front SCP-4631-B's hydrostats pin SCP-4631-A to the floor. Clouds of red mist obscure visuals. SCP-4631-A: How… how did you find… SCP-4631-B: PARTY CRASHER. Bone crunching sounds. Squelching. SCP-4631-B: I LOST AN EYE FROM YOU. MARQUISE3 LOST HER FACE. Squelching. SCP-4631-B: IT WAS HER BEST FACE. SCP-4631-A begins to reply but is muffled; metallic screeches and crunches are heard as pieces of the streetcar cave in. SCP-4631-A: …nothing compared to what you did to all of… all of them… SCP-4631-B: THE MARQUISE HATES HYPOCRITES. SCP-4631-A converts a hand into a beak that bites off one of SCP-4631-B's arms. Six wings sprout from their back and they attempt to fly to the rear of the car but are pulled back in. SCP-4631-A is thrown into the cabin walls, breaking through them. SCP-4631-B: THE MARQUISE KNOWS. THE PAST ALWAYS CATCHES UP. SHE KNOWS. SCP-4631-A: I… I know. SCP-4631-A submerges a limb into the streetcar controls. SCP-4631-A: I don't care. The streetcar accelerates and collides into the side of a building. Windows shatter and SCP-4631-B is launched through the front windshield, allowing SCP-4631-A to stand and convert an arm into a scythe, swinging it at the entity. SCP-4631-B is laterally bisected. A hole opens behind Researcher Xiulan, which she rapidly exits through. The streetcar continues dissolving, collapsing into a pool of blood. Over the course of a minute the blood vaporizes, coalescing into a sphere of red mist, gradually shrinking in size. Eventually it vanishes. The remnants of SCP-4631-B lie on the pavement. No sign of SCP-4631-A is noted. < END LOG > From 05/04/2011 to 09/04/2011 SCP-4631 did not manifest. The only activity reported during this time was at the grave sites of persons who died during EE-5092, with an injured humanoid figure sitting by the respective headstones. The anomaly returned to service on 10/04/2011. SCP-4631-A was noted to be wearing bandages and an arm cast for the following three weeks, signed with messages of well-wishing from Tartarean entities of known Toronto Demon Council association. Since then, monitoring devices placed inside of SCP-4631's fare vending machine have observed that, instead of 10% of all deposited money being transported to homeless persons and charity groups, the figure has risen to 90%. Footnotes 1. Stationed at Site-201 and operating within Toronto and the surrounding region. 2. SCP-4631 does not require connection to an overhead wire to stay powered. 3. Potentially referencing the "Marquise" ranking of demon in the Lesser Key of Solomon. |
SCP-4632 | safe | Would you know if you were dreaming right now? Thank you to these peeps that helped throughout writing this article: Abandonedclarity. cybersqyd. Dr Remember. Doctor Xanathar. H0dari. JakdragonX. Magic8Ball04 does not match any existing user name. UraniumEmpire. Picture Credit: https://twitter.com/ScaryNewDad/status/1221766750234140672 ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4632 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: All twenty-four (24) instances of SCP-4632 are to be kept in a secure storage locker at Site-64. Any access to SCP-4632 is to be approved by at least two Level 3 personnel. Any subjects that come in contact with SCP-4632 and reads its contents are to be monitored for a period lasting no more than forty-eight (48) hours, after which subjects are to be administered Class-A amnestics. Description: SCP-4632 is a set of twenty-four (24) memetic posters found in the city of Sheffield, England. After increasing reports of severe derealization disorder1 cases in local psychiatric facilities, the Foundation recovered all 24 instances. Cross-examination of affected areas revealed that the number of SCP-4632 instances correlated with the number of derealization cases. When a human subject reads the contents of an SCP-4632 instance, the implantation of the following concept into the subconscious mind occurs: the current reality in which the subject lives is a dream. This effect initially manifests as a passing thought over time confusing the subject as derealization progresses. The progress of the anomaly is gradual, the median time for complete derealization is 12 to 18 months. Subjects with diagnosed mental illnesses prior to contact see an increased rate of derealization. Affected subjects are careless and as such show little to no interest in real-life events; justifying their disinterest by their purported dreaming state. Previously normal subjects affected by SCP-4632 have been seen engaging in activities such as extreme sports, violent crimes, reckless behavior, public indecency, and Class-A felonies. Any digital copies of any SCP-4632 instance exhibit no anomalous properties. TESTING LOGS - SCP-4632 Subject: D-14802 Description: Subject was exposed to an SCP-4632 instance. Time since initial contact: 5 minutes Dr. Klein: Please state how you are feeling, D-14802. D-14802: Fine? I mean, I just feel like I… Dr. Klein: Everything good, D-14802? D-14802: Yeah, yeah. I just got this… really stupid thought. Dr. Klein: Do share please… for the record. D-14802: Huh… I just remembered how vivid some dreams are… Subject: D-14802 Description: Subject was exposed to an SCP-4632 instance. Time since initial contact: 1 month Dr. Klein: Please state how you are feeling, D-14802. D-14802: Everything is so… so distant… Dr. Klein: Please explain what you mean by "distant." D-14802: My hands… they're not… the same… When I look at them, they're not the same. Dr. Klein: The same as before? D-14802: Yeah… I… everything feels off. Dr. Klein: How so? D-14802: I don't… I can't… remember how I got here… Subject: D-14802 Description: Subject was exposed to an SCP-4632 instance. Time since initial contact: 8 months Dr. Klein: Hello, D-14802. D-14802: … Dr. Klein: Please state how you are fee- [D-14802 proceeds to punch Dr. Klein] D-14802: Fuck you! I have a name; god I've always wanted to do that… Dr. Klein: Security, take him away! D-14802: Ha! Gotta keep that internal logic, brain! [Security personnel move in to restrain, D-14802 assaults them in the process] D-14802: Fuck you too! Dr. Klein: Security! D-14802: Even asleep I have to dream of this fucking place… A 36-year-old male, to be referred to as POI-4632, was spotted putting up more instances of SCP-4632 around Sheffield. The subject was detained without resistance and brought to Site-64 for interrogation. POI-4632's medical records show that he has been diagnosed with chronic clinical depression, schizoaffective disorder, and depersonalization disorder. He has a record of twenty-seven (27) involuntary hospitalizations for mental health-related crises. Subject displays low-level reality-bending abilities; he claims this is because he has gained control over his "dream." It is hypothesized that extended exposure to SCP-4632's effects may contribute to slowly increasing ontokinetic abilities; due to the fact this is the only affected subject to display these types of abilities, he is considered the originator of SCP-4632.2 Addendum 4632-1 HOSPITAL RECORDS - POI-4632 OPEN HIDE No doctor matching the signature present was found to be working for HealthCare Home. Further investigation is pending approval. Addendum 4632-2 INTERVIEW LOG - POI-4632 OPEN LOG HIDE LOG INTERVIEWER: Agent Herrera SUBJECT: POI-4632 «BEGIN LOG» Agent Herrera: Hello, my name is Michael Herrera. For the record, do you know why you're here? POI-4632: Hello subconscious, are we talking again?! Agent Herrera: This is an interview, yes. Again, do you know why you're here? POI-4632: Cause I let you take me, I find that dreams are more interesting if you go with the flow, you know what I mean? Agent Herrera: I do not. You believe this is a dream? POI-4632: Of course it is, what else? I mean look around! The armored guys that brought me in told me this was "The Foundation" and that they "contain anomalies and monsters or something." That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard! [POI-4632 laughs.] POI-4632: I mean that's some top-notch dream logic, right? Agent Herrera: I see… why do you believe that? POI-4632: Because reality is fucking boring, man! There's nothing fantastical about it, at all. No monsters or superheroes or… I don't fucking know… Krampus or something. None of this shit exists, you don't exist. Agent Herrera: I definitely exist. Well, moving on… you were spotted posting instan- POI-4632: Look subconscious, come on. I'm already lucid, I know this is a dream and all of that, stop trying to convince me otherwise. Agent Herrera: What exactly do you mean by lucid? POI-4632: I did the poster thing, a reality check! I printed those things so I would remember how to do it. It is clear that I am dreaming. [POI-4632 is seen materializing a cheeseburger and breaking his restraints without effort.] Agent Herrera: What the-?! Command, you didn't tell me this was a reality bender! POI-4632: Dude, fucking relax, okay? None of this matters. Who the hell is Command anyways? [Command communicates to Agent Herrera through an earpiece, orders to not anger the subject.] Agent Herrera: Yes… of course, this is a dream. I apologize. POI-4632: There you go. Agent Herrera: Forgive my memory. You have power over your dream of course but, what have you been doing with these abilities? POI-4632: The usual, you know. Getting with women I wouldn't have a chance with in real life. Getting all the things I've ever wanted. What else would you do if you had no consequences? Agent Herrera: I am curious though, how did you realize this was a dream? As your subconscious I'm supposed to avoid that, you see. POI-4632: You did a terrible job of that. Agent Herrera: How so? POI-4632: Look around you man, this is a place where we're in a giant dirt ball riding through space with no direction, a gigantic fucking fireball warms us and we have all of these arbitrary stupid rules, and now you mean to tell me monsters are real! And all the people in the dream do is run around trying their best to make their worthless lives mean something; the fucking money, the status, the power, the endless struggle to find safety. I shouldn't have to search for meaning, I shouldn't have to warn the others! I shouldn't have to stay in the house! I shouldn't need the pills or the doctors or anyone that can turn the… wait… what… I… [POI-4632 is visibly confused.] POI-4632: What… did I do to Clara? Agent Herrera: Who? POI-4632: I didn't do that to my sister… I didn't do anything to Clara. [POI-4632 clutches its head as if in pain for several seconds.] POI-4632: Where else would a reality like this exist… but in a bad dream? To prevent further progress of his abilities, POI-4632 was administered Class-E amnestics. The subject has not displayed any reality-bending abilities since. POI-4632's legal records indicate it to have no living or dead siblings. «END LOG» Footnotes 1. Derealization disorder is a type of dissociative disorder that consists of persistent or recurrent feelings of being detached (dissociated) from one's body or mental processes. 2. See the following addenda for more information. |
SCP-4633 | keter | Rock, Paper, Yog-Sothoth close Info X SCP-4633: Rock, Paper, Yog-Sothoth Author: Mortos Yes, the USA Rock Paper Scissors League was a real thing. Yes, they had commentary. Yes, it was almost exactly like this. If you like this, check out some of my other articles: SCP-4454 (+81) SCP-4533 (+156) SCP-4633 (+408) More by Mortos Recovered documentation. Item #: SCP-4633 Special Containment Procedures: Persons transformed by SCP-4633 are to undergo corrective surgery when possible. If not, they are to be housed in a low-security containment facility until a suitable solution is found. Recordings of SCP-4633 are to be removed from public sources via standard data censoring protocols if feasible, or otherwise debunked as the result of computer-generated imagery. Witnesses to SCP-4633 are to be amnesticized. Description: SCP-4633 is an alteration to games of "Rock, Paper, Scissors", in which players can use additional anomalous gestures. The specific gestures added seem to vary between groups of players, though this has proven difficult to track due to the nature of the changes. Once a game featuring SCP-4633 begins, participants are able to use non-standard gestures which integrate into the existing mechanics of the game. When used, players' hands will undergo rapid and extreme morphological changes, allowing them to correctly perform the final gesture. The resulting forms are typically reminiscent of those found in sea life. Once complete, these changes are permanent, though those affected appear to suffer no distress at this fact. Surgical correction is possible in rare situations, but where treatment is possible at all, amputation is typically the only viable recourse. SCP-4633 was originally discovered in an email with the subject "Pro tips to win at rock papper sissors[sic]". The email contained an obviously manipulated image of a man with six arms performing rock, paper and scissors along with three unknown gestures, and was followed by a largely incoherent exposition about the importance of Rock, Paper, Scissors to human culture and the necessity of winning at all costs. Attempts at tracing these emails have been inconclusive. Observed SCP-4633 Gestures The following are examples of anomalous gestures observed over a number of games. Name1 Alterations Observed Rules Rah-kesh-et Thumb enters the palm of the hand and emerges from the thumbnail of the other hand. Beats rock and paper, loses to scissors and another unknown gesture. Sha-nak-nar Hand turns inside out. Reversed the usual win/loss pairings of the rest of the game. Az-rah-vok Over 20 funnel-shaped orifices lined with pointed teeth manifest on hand and forearm. Lost to scissors. Each mouth forcefully ejected lamprey teeth at the opposing player for remainder of game. Opponent ultimately won, but was hospitalized for blood loss. Cha-tek Hand and forearm split octolaterally into prehensile tentacles connected by skin tissue. Additional digits allow for a larger variety of gestures to be performed; opponent was forced to use same gesture to maintain parity. Game lasted three hours, during which 37 distinct gestures were performed. Unknown Each digit transforms into a bioluminescent Anglerfish lure. Movement of lures produced hypnotic effect. Prior to each throw, opponent would say what their intended gesture was. Player was ultimately defeated when their opponent used 'Ill-arl-teth'. Ill-arl-teth A mass of coral shaped like a hand. Player proceeded to beat their opponent unconscious with their new limb; it is unclear if this was part of the game. Unknown Long spines grow from the back of the hand and arm. Dozens of thin tendrils grow from the underside and palm. Unknown. Was observed to beat rock. Incident 4633/1 On 03/04/2011 footage was recovered of an SCP-4633 event supposedly occurring during the 2010 USA Rock Paper Scissors League championship. No records exist of this League championship occurring; the last documented championship was in 2009. Below is a transcript of video footage. Note: Opening ceremony and player entrances redacted for brevity. All names have been replaced with generic identifiers. Referee: For this game, "Fth-fa-tog-ryn"2 rules are in effect. Player 1 and Player 2 nod. Commentator 1: Okay here we go! Commentator 2: A duel for the ages here, ladies and gentlemen, the moment the world has been waiting for! Commentator 1: Did you see that? Player 2, trying to subliminally project scissors there. Referee: Three, two, one, engage! Player 1 and Player 2 begin the game motions. Commentator 2: Let's see if Player 1 picked up on it. Player 1 performs the "paper" gesture; Player 2 performs the "rock" gesture. Commentator 1: And he didn't buy it! He's picked up on Player 2's tell! Player 2 is in big trouble here. Commentator 2: Player 2 has relied on his ability to subliminally influence his opponent's choices for most of this tournament. We'll have to see how he adapts in this final battle now he's been called on it. Commentator 1: Something interesting to note, Player 2 has thrown far more hands than Player 1 today, so fatigue might become a factor here. Referee: Three, two, one, engage! Player 1 and Player 2 begin the game motions. Commentator 2: We'll see how that affects the proceedings here as- oh, and it's a tie! Player 1 and Player 2 both perform the "rock" gesture. Commentator 1: Both players going for the less strenuous option there, rock being the default move. Commentator 2: Yeah you can really see the strain on Player 2's face here. He's worried, and it shows. Referee: Three, two, one, engage! Commentator 2: Can Player 2 salvage some shred of dignity here, or will this first match go to Player 1?! Player 1 performs the "scissors" gesture. Player 2 performs a non-standard hand gesture. His hand undergoes a rapid transformation into a large crab pincer. Commentator 1: And he's done it! He's thrown "shuh-gar-gan", which of course beats rock, paper and scissors! Commentator 2: A bold move there from Player 2 as he takes the round. From the look on Player 1's face, he did not see that one coming! Commentator 1: That's what I love about this game. You never know where the next surprise is going to come from. Of course, Player 2's options are somewhat limited now that his hand has become a giant crab claw. Commentator 2: You're right about that one, Commentator 1! Referee: Three, two, one, engage! Commentator 2: Here we go now, what could be the final throw of this match. Player 2 performs an unknown gesture, presumed to be a repeat of the previous "shuh-gar-gan" gesture. Player 1 performs another unknown gesture. His hand transforms into a long spined tentacle. Commentator 1: And there it is, ladies and gentlemen! Player 1 throws "ght-fer tur-dht", which is of course the only move he could perform to beat "shuh-gar-gan", and takes match one! Commentator 2: An exciting match, that's for sure! Stay tuned for match 2 where we'll see what these two RPS giants have in store for us! But now, some messages from our sponsors! Advertisements show for approximately four minutes. Commentator 1: We're back! And it looks like we're ready to get straight back into things! Commentator 2: That's right, and the crowd is getting real fired up! Sounds like they're as eager as we are to see if Player 2 can come back from this crushing defeat in the last match. Referee: Three, two, one, engage! Both players throw unknown gestures with their affected hands. Commentator 1: See, this is what I was afraid of, Commentator 2. Player 2 put himself in a real bad position last match by throwing "shuh-gar-gan" so early, and now with that giant claw hand it's the only thing he can do! Commentator 2: You're right about that, and Player 1's "ght-fer tur-dht" will beat Player 2's hand every time! Player 2 needs a miracle right now, Commentator 1. The crowd begin loudly chanting "ooo-lee-oth" repeatedly. Referee: Three, two, one, engage! Player 1 throws what is assumed to be a repeat of his previous gesture. Player 2 performs a series of anatomically improbable gestures with his claw hand. Crowd chanting intensifies. Commentator 2: What's this?! Player 2's body distends, twists and divides. A few seconds later, his body has mutated into a large, ovoid shape with a single large eye in the centre and seven distinct appendages extending radially around the central mass, suspended by a wide, flat foot at the base. One of the appendages is still a large crab claw. The central mass of the body folds over slightly; each appendage moves into a fixed position, forming an unknown gesture. Commentator 1: Oh my god! I don't believe it! He's done it, and the crowd is going wild! Commentator 2: This just goes to show you the level of commitment these athletes bring to the sport, Commentator 1. It would have been easy for him to just throw in the towel and call it a day, but instead, fuelled by the energy of the crowd, he's transformed himself into a single gigantic hand! There's no throw a regular human can even perform to beat the "ooo-lee-oth"! Commentator 1: You're right about that, which leaves Player 1 with exactly one option if they want to stay in this game! Let's see if he has what it takes! Crowd chanting intensifies. Referee: Three, two, one, engage! Player 2's body contorts into an unknown gesture. Player 1 performs a series of gestures with his mutated hand, his body warping into a form similar to that of Player 2. His body contorts into an unknown gesture. Commentator 1: He did it! Such dedication! This match is going to go down in history, Commentator 2! Commentator 2: It sure is! And we're not done yet - we've got a tie right there, so the round continues! The crowd continues chanting. The match continues for five more throws, each declared a tie, at which point the commentators indicate that advertisements are about to begin, and the footage ends. Investigation into the footage lead to the discovery and containment of both players from the footage, in the same building in which the game apparently occurred. They no longer appear to require sustenance, and have continued to throw gestures in time with each other, approximately every 30 seconds since containment began. No further USA Rock Paper Scissors League events have occurred. Footnotes 1. Approximate phonetic spelling of spoken name; to date, no names have matched words in any known language. 2. Approximate phonetic spelling. |
SCP-4634 | archon | SCP-4634-022 affixed to a toilet at Locomotive Site-180. Item №: SCP-4634 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4634-1 through -128 are stored in the Site-90 anomalous materials archive, alongside information regarding Incident 4634-002. SCP-4634-129 through -256 are currently kept under surveillance at their respective locations of recovery — where possible, the locations have been sealed with containment-grade bulkheads and given a permanent guard detail. Under no circumstances are any documents, SCP-4634 or otherwise, to be removed from these locations. Description: SCP-4634 are 256 "out of order" signs. All instances are composed of paper and have content varying depending on their location; when affixed to the door to any given room, an SCP-4634 instance will modify itself spontaneously to replicate an existing sign of similar function. If no such preexisting signage exists, the instance will attempt to conform to geographical, cultural, and conceptual norms for its environment — its method of determining this, and the nature of the potential intelligence involved, are unknown. An instance will maintain a given form until applied to another applicable entrance. Any room1 whose entrance is affixed with an instance of SCP-4634 will cease all ability to function as intended. This effect varies wildly, and (as with the definition of 'room') operates on a form of semi-intuitive internal logic. Application of multiple SCP-4634 instances has no effect on the outcome. Changes induced by SCP-4634 will revert immediately following the sign's removal from the doorway. Attaching SCP-4634 to a freestanding doorway, or to the inside of a door leading outside, has no effect See Addendum.2. Addendum.1 | Abridged testing log: Room: Culinary department test kitchen № 7. Effect: All mechanical components of appliances fused in place, rendering them inert. Cutlery warped and curled beyond recognition, and all solid work-surfaces and cutting boards adopted a soft, malleable, and slightly adhesive texture. D-000014 was introduced to the environment after one hour alongside a large quantity of fresh produce, and was asked to prepare a meal — they were unable to do so due to the rapid decay of all edible substances. Room: Residential suite S90-R105. Effect: Legs of bed detached, and springs in the mattress extended to penetrate the fabric lining. Dresser and wardrobe both collapsed, with individual components deforming in such a way as to prevent reassembly. Light fixtures increased brightness by three orders of magnitude and were not able to be deactivated. D-000014 was given a blindfold and protective coverings and ordered to sleep on the room's floor; once they entered, the sprinkler systems activated, dispensing large volumes of molten copper. Room: Heavy containment cell S90-A03. Effect: The contents of the room were instantaneously displaced 64 metres north. All objects introduced to the room were displaced in a similar fashion. Room: Heavy containment cell S90-A03. Effect: Further tests were conducted, and the containment cell was identified as a potential method of instantaneous transportation. The first test relevant to this goal was conducted with D-000014: upon entering, D-000014 was displaced 64 metres north as expected; their skin and nervous system, however, were displaced 64 metres south. Testing was concluded and the SCP-4634 instance removed. Room: Specially constructed room, no intended purpose. Effect: Tests not able to be performed. Notes limited to 128 characters. SCP-4634-009 as it was at its time of recovery. Addendum.2 | Discovery/Incident-4634-002: All SCP-4634 instances recovered to-date were initially located within 128 large stone monuments spaced randomly across the Earth's surface. Each monument possessed a door leading to an internal chamber containing a stone dais of unclear function, and on the inside of each of these doors was an identical SCP-4634 instance in an unknown language. As the removal of instances produced no initial effect, they were recovered without incident. On 1994-06-12, 03:44 local time, SCP-4634-128 was retrieved from its monument in the oceanic Puysegur trench, and detached from the internal door. Widespread anomalous effects were observed over the following hours, including: [03:46] All astronomical bodies adopting circular orbits with perpendicular axes of rotation. [03:47] The asteroid belt fusing into a single ring of uniform density. [03:59] The alignment of stars to a regular grid pattern within the galaxy. [05:00] The arrangement of silicon compounds into hexagonal fractal patterns several kilometres across. [05:59] The arrangement of carbon compounds into square fractal patterns several hundred kilometres across. [08:40] The coalescence of noble gases into low-temperature crystalline structures. [10:16] The destruction of all self-replicating compounds and the subsequent death of all life. The resultant O0-Class Ontological Shift Scenario continued for an indeterminate amount of time, following which a further 128 instances of SCP-4634 manifested in an additional set of 128 monuments, and all changes reverted. No evidence of the incident was located within baseline reality — data presented here is extrapolated from exclusionary monitoring sites and DEEPWELL facilities. Also present in each new monument was another non-anomalous document in the same language as the original SCP-4634 instance, seemingly written more hastily than its anomalous counterparts. As with the original SCP-4634 instances, it has yet to be translated. The protocol of recovering SCP-4634 was discontinued shortly thereafter, and no plans to reinstate it are currently in place. It is considered in the Foundation's best interests to ensure that the universe as a whole remains non-functional. Footnotes 1. i.e. a relatively sealed three-dimensional space, as subjectively determined by human perception. |
SCP-4635 | safe | Item #: SCP-4635 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4635 is to be contained in Locker-348 in Site-32. Access to Locker-348 and use of SCP-4635 for experimental purposes is only permitted to MTF Alpha-7 ('Literature Professors') operatives who have been administered with a Class-LE amnestic1 or who do not possess any grasp of the English language. Personnel exposed to SCP-4635 without the above prerequisites are to be administered Class-A and/or Class-LE amnestics and placed under observation for any manifestations of SCP-4635's effects. Description: SCP-4635 is a VHS tape with the label 'Language Mastery, Tape 1: English' taped on one side. No manufacturer logo or name can be found on the tape. SCP-4635 can be played and rewound normally on any VHS tape players without any internal problems with the tape player. SCP-4635's contents include a six minute, thirty-five second video hereby designated as SCP-4635-1. SCP-4635-1 resembles an instructional video on how to speak basic English (A comprehensive summary of SCP-4635-1's details are covered in Addendum 4635-2). SCP-4635-1's anomalous effects will only manifest should an individual who has a grasp of the English language watch it, regardless of their mastery of the language. Should such an individual watch or listen to SCP-4635-1 for a duration of greater than one minute, they will experience a temporary paralytic shock and are subsequently incapacitated for a maximum duration of 24 hours. Following the individual's recovery from their initial shock, they will begin to experience the following symptoms within three months: Difficulty in understanding words or sentences being spoken in English Difficulty in reading documents or messages written in English Difficulty in writing words or sentences in English Difficulty in speaking English words or sentences After a duration of three months, the individual’s grasp of the English language will degenerate to a point where they will find themselves completely unable to understand or express their thoughts in English. All attempts to help these individuals re-learn English or to help them forget SCP-4635-1 using amnestics at that point of manifestation have been unsuccessful. Addendum 4635-1: Discovery SCP-4635 was discovered in the home of Mr. A██████ (PoI-4367) in Liverpool, England on September 25th, 19██. Following the recovery of SCP-4635, Mr. A███████ was interrogated by Foundation agents about SCP-4635. OPEN SCP-4635 INTERVIEW FILE (LEVEL 4 CLEARANCE REQUIRED) ACCESS GRANTED Interviewed: Mr. A███████, former possessor of SCP-4635 Interviewer: Dr. Frederick Orwell, Site-32 Head Researcher Foreword: The interview was conducted entirely in Russian, and has been translated to English. <Begin Log, 0945 hours> FO: How did you come across this tape? A: I think…it used to be my father's. He passed it on to me when he died. FO: I see. Did your father also lose his ability to speak English? A: No. He always only spoke in Russian. He came from Russia, you see. I think he probably bought that tape to learn English. But…I don't think he ever got round to using it. FO: And did your father ever say who he bought the tape from? A: He said he bought it from some small town market here, from a hooded man. FO: And did your father ever remember who that guy was, or what he looked like? A: I don’t think so. And even if he did, he never told me. FO: I see. Well, thank you for your time, A███████. <End Log, 1007 hours> Mr. A███████ is currently residing in Russia, and is under Russian Foundation surveillance. Addendum 4635-2: Documented Summary of SCP-4635-1 OPEN SUMMARY FILE ... 00.00.00 - 00.15.13: The video begins with a blue screen. Following this, the words 'How To Speak Good English' appear on the screen and fade out. 00.15.14 - 00.35.76: The words 'Lesson 1: Vowels' appear on the screen and fade out. A slight distortion begins to affect the video quality. 00.35.77 - 01.54.56: The letters A, E, I, O and U appear on the screen. Each one of the vowels are highlighted red for a few seconds as a deep male voice pronounces it twice. After all of the vowels are pronounced, all of the letters on the screen fade out. 01.54.57 - 02.30.34: The words 'Practice Time' appear on the screen in white and fade out. Throughout the duration that the words stay on the screen, a loud buzzing noise can be heard. Several words like 'God' and 'Belief' can be heard being spoken out loud in the buzzing noise. 02.30.35 - 04.03.67: Heavy static affects the video quality. The words 'Lesson 2:' can be made out, with the other words being rendered unreadable by the static. 04.03.68 - 05.46.56: The words 'Practice Time' appear on the screen in red and fade out. Throughout the duration that the words stay on the screen, the loud buzzing noise is heard again. Several words like 'Sin' and 'Blasphemy' can be heard being spoken out loud in the buzzing noise. 05.46.57 - 06.35.00: The words 'Thank you for completing this lesson.' appear on the screen and fade out. The screen fades to black. ——- YOU HAVE ONE (1) UNREAD EMAIL. OPEN UNREAD EMAIL? - ... From: The Ethics Committee To: Dr. Frederick Orwell Subject: Official Warning Date: Feburary 16th, 2009 Dr. Orwell, It has come to our attention that you have been conducting an excessively large number of tests with SCP-4635 with D-Class personnel. In addition, several of your fellow researchers have claimed that you have not been recording these tests, putting forward the possibility that you are not observing the regulations of Foundation testing on D-Class personnel. Hence, the Ethics Committee would like to send an official warning to you. Should this warning not be heeded, disciplinary action may follow. This may include banning you from testing for an extended period of time. This warning also comes following several reports given by your fellow researchers regarding your irregular behaviour in recent weeks. If you are facing problems, psychological or otherwise, consult with your Site Psychological Team for the best solution that can help you. - The Ethics Committee ——- Addendum 4635-3: 21/02/09 Incident File OPEN 21/02/09 INCIDENT FILE (LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED) ACCESS GRANTED 21/02/09 INCIDENT Personnel Involved: 27 Foundation Researchers, Dr. Frederick Orwell Incident Location: Site-32 Incident Date: 21 Feburary 2009 Incident Summary: Dr. Orwell, a head researcher at Site-32 and a researcher in charge of SCP-4635, accessed Locker-348 and took out SCP-4635 without informing the other researchers. Orwell then proceeded to play SCP-4635 and transmit its audio over the PA system in Site-32. 27 Foundation researchers who were unaware of SCP-4635-1’s effects were affected by them. Following that action, Orwell retreated back to his room. When MTF Alpha-7 operatives stormed his room approximately one hour later, he was found with a self-inflicted gunshot wound in his head. Orwell was pronounced dead on the scene. A note, presumably written by Orwell himself, was recovered next to his body. The contents of the note are as follows: We have sinned in the presence of our lord, and we must pay for it. We must punish ourselves to rid ourselves of our sins. Praise be to Asuzak. An investigation is currently underway into investigating Dr. Orwell’s bizarre behaviour and, if possible, the rationale behind his actions. Addendum 4635-4: 21/02/09 Investigation File OPEN 21/02/09 INVESTIGATION FILE (LEVEL 5 CLEARANCE REQUIRED) ACCESS GRANTED 21/02/09 INVESTIGATION Investigating Personnel: Dr. Martens, 10 MTF Alpha-7 Operatives Investigation Objectives: To uncover the cause behind Dr. Orwell’s actions and/or to uncover the origin of SCP-4635. Investigation Status: Closed Investigation Summary: 02/04/09: Dr. Orwell found to have visited the United Kingdom a few weeks prior to the incident. Moving investigation to the United Kingdom. 08/04/09: Several VHS tapes similar to SCP-4635 discovered being sold in various vintage shops in the United Kingdom. Exploring possibility that SCP-4635 had been the result of tampering by a individual or a group. 17/04/09: Operatives stationed at shops where ‘Language Mastery, Tape 1: English’ is sold report that several particular individuals have been buying an abnormally large number of them over the past week. Investigation of the individuals going by the names of George Aberdeen, Mary Cameron, and Charlie Hoover opened. 20/04/09: Mary Cameron found dead in her London home. Cause of death labelled as self-induced suicide. 4 VHS tapes recovered. Found exact same message as the one written by Dr. Orwell next to her body, along with a message by an unknown group. Message went as follows: Lost contact with first messenger. Watch your backs. The sinners have begun to realise our cause, and are attempting to stop it. Fulfill your duties. Continue to punish those who continue to sin. Praise be to Asuzak. - The Church of the First Language2 Sender of message remains unknown. Investigation into the group to figure out how and where they operate opened. 27/04/09: Charlie Hoover observed modifying the ‘Language Mastery, Tape 1: English’ VHS tapes in his Greenwich home. 23 VHS tapes recovered. Detained him under the pretense that he was being arrested for reckless driving, and interviewed him about the Church of the First Language. Interviewed: Charlie Hoover Interviewer: Dr. Reese Martens, Site-18 Director <Begin Log, 1124 hours> RM: Mr. Hoover, do you know why you are here? CH: Isn’t it for reckless driving? RM: I’m afraid not. We have detained you for a different reason. Martens-1 places a copy of ‘Language Mastery, Tape 1: English’ on the table. RM: What do you know about this tape? CH: Is this…what this is about? Listen, I’m just following my given instructions. I don’t know anything else. RM: Instructions? From whom did you receive the instructions from? CH: Some Church of Language or something. I don’t remember. They just told me to modify the tapes and send them to a house, and get rewarded in the process. RM: Right. And where is this house situated at? CH: ██████ House, on ██████ Street. That’s all I know. RM: I see. Thank you for your time, Mr. Hoover. <End Log, 1143 hours> Charlie Hoover currently being held in Site-32 for further questioning. George Aberdeen’s location still unknown. 01/05/09: █████ House found vacated, with no sign of the Church of the First Language around the premises. Group believed to have moved to a different location. Investigation suspended under further developments occur. 17/05/09: An instance of SCP-4635-1 played in ███████ Elementary School in Essex, affecting 256 schoolchildren and 17 school teachers. School has since been temporarily closed, and the affected individuals have been administered with Class-A amnestics. Exploring possible connection between George Aberdeen and ███████ Elementary School. 19/05/09: Based on files recovered from ███████ Elementary School, George Aberdeen had visited it previously as a member of the ███████ Church in Essex. Investigation on the ███████ Church opened. 23/05/09: 2 ███████ Church members approached and interviewed by Foundation agents. Interviewed: Mr. Robert Cassidy, Mrs. Laura Cassidy Interviewer: MTF Alpha-7-1 <Begin Log, 1542 hours> A-7-1: Excuse me, but do you know anything about the ███████ Church? I’m pretty interested in it myself, you see. RC: Interested in the Church, huh? Well, what do you want to know about it? Perhaps you’re interested in our cause? Well, it’s- LC: Rob, how many times have I told you not to tell anybody about our cause unless they know about it? Alpha-7-1 produces a copy of ‘Language Mastery, Tape 1: English’ from his bag. A-7-1: Actually, I have heard stories about you guys, and I’m pretty good with cassette tapes myself. I have to say, I’ve been personally interested in your cause ever since I found out about it. RC: Laura, he knows what we are doing. He may be useful to our cause. What if we- LC: Rob, we don't know who this guy is! How do we know we can trust him? (Turns to Alpha-7-1) We don’t know what you are talking about. What we are doing is none of your business. Please leave. A-7-1: Just one more thing. Do you know of anyone named Frederick Orwell? RC: You mean the messenger? He used to be part of us-OUCH! LC: Shhhh! (Turns to Alpha-7-1) I think you should leave. A-7-1: Alright. I’m sorry for disturbing you. <End Log, 1555 hours> Postscript: Robert and Laura Cassidy were later captured by the Foundation and administered with Class-A amnestics. They are currently under Foundation surveillance. Results of interview confirm ███████ Church as current headquarters of the Church of the First Language. Raid on ███████ Church confirmed. 25/05/09: ███████ Church raided, and George Aberdeen taken into Foundation custody along with 27 other members of the Church. 17 VHS tapes recovered, along with 8 more instances of SCP-4635. A document, believed to detail the aims and teachings of the Church, was recovered alongside the tapes. Document went as follows: My brothers and sisters, I have spoken with our God Asuzak, and he has shown me the way to ascension. I shall detail what he has taught me, and this will henceforth be our aims. According to the words spoken by Asuzak, our lord, the language of English is a tool used by the great demon known as Qrtiyu to spread wrongdoing and sin among the people. To stop the spread of sin, Asuzak has commanded us to create a device capable of getting rid of Qrtiyu's tool. Once finished, Asuzak has commanded that we spread it among the people to erase their sins and weaken Qrtiyu. Once everyone has been cleansed of their sin, Asuzak has commanded that we use the device on ourselves to finish the ceremony and destroy Qrtiyu once and for all. After the ceremony is complete, Asuzak will permit us to rise, and we will rule alongside him for a better future of humanity. We must band together as one as the ceremony begins. We will send our messengers. We will create more devices. Together, we will stop Qrtiyu. Praise be to Asuzak. - Church of the First Language Footnotes 1. Class of amnestic used to erase all knowledge of a particular language. 2. The group has been designated as GoI-5640. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4635" by DrMartens, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4635. 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-4636 | euclid | INFOHAZARD WARNING Unless you have been explicitly ordered to obtain information about SCP-4636, avoid all data related to it. Exposing yourself to this document is grounds for demotion and cognitive purge of all Foundation activities. If authorized, enter your access key below. > Enter access key: 7zE80f97RB5m9Af8 > Authentication accepted. Loading document… Disclaimer: the following document, while entirely factual, breaks several technical writing guidelines. Attempts to edit, displace, or remove irrelevant sentences may be detrimental to research and containment (c.f. Description §4). I feel terrible for how much this inconsequential stylistic issue bothers me, when I know my duty is to focus on ensuring SCP-4636 remains harmless. SCP-4636. Item #: SCP-4636 Special Containment Procedures: All monitoring of the item's containment chamber must comply to the 2dgs infosec protocol. Access to any data about SCP-4636 is restricted to members of the SCP-4636 research group, whose memory must be purged of all other classified data upon recruitment. Each documentation task must be assigned to a single member. I am afraid that this cryptic procedure might lead to a poor assessment of SCP-4636-related threats by uninvolved Foundation staff. Description: SCP-4636 is an ornate wooden booth with three vertical compartments separated by lattices. Although it resembles a Christian confessional, it has not been traced back to any known group or institution. I am terrified of its insidious action on the human mind. Distal effects: When attempting to communicate information about the item1, all assessed subjects (regardless of exposure to SCP-4636) develop a temporary compulsion to express subjective feelings and inner conflicts. I am unreasonably upset by the disruptions caused by this compulsion in this very document. My conviction is that this effect can be explained as SCP-4636 deeming conversations about the booth as equivalent to the physical confines of the booth (i.e. regarding its anomalous properties, the space it encloses extends to the conceptual space of information about it). I am frustrated that this explanation is not verifiable, making it inappropriate in rigorous technical documentation. Attempts to counteract this urge (both by hindering speech and by obstructing recorded/written instances further than their original availability) are met with vehement resistance2 and/or trigger anomalous events: The most stringent physical restraint measures tested have led to the manifestation of sound waves expressing the desired information in the subject's voice within tens of kilometres. It seemed like the voice was going past my eardrums and invading my brain. When erasing or editing written instances, they have later been found engraved (along with their entire context) on some solid surfaces within tens of kilometres. Proximal effects: The propagation of sound waves to and from SCP-4636 is diminished by an unknown process. Verbal exchanges about any topic between two people standing within SCP-4636 (in any compartment) induce the compulsion described above in one of them, lasting as long as both remain inside. No pattern predictive of which of the two becomes affected has been uncovered. Some statements made by the affected subject induce a permanent compulsion in the other subject to keep them secret (if instructed to disclose them in any way, they are unable to do so regardless of incentives3). Interestingly, in numerous instances, this inability has been induced by sentences that were not compelled by SCP-4636. I am currently picturing scenes of torture, which greatly distracts me from writing. Although some types of information seem exempt from this (primarily statements reported to lack any personal stakes by the subjects themselves, e.g. most descriptive claims about banal objects and events), no definitive criteria have been established. The essential informations in this document are alarmingly buried by useless tangents that I cannot want to erase. I don't understand how it is possible to fail to want something that I wish I would want. This effect of the item is confusing and scary. I hate what it makes me write, because my thoughts are pathetic. I wish I would have confessions indicative of a troubled past, or charismatic secrets. I am certain that I was chosen to write this document precisely because everyone knows I have a worthless boring life and career. Admitting this deepens my shame and hatred as I picture my colleagues having access to my most intimate thoughts and seeing nothing but petty insecurities, which is followed by fear as I realise how unfit for my duty these peeks into my mind reveal me to be. Expressing hatred for staff is clearly grounds for a re-evaluation of my assignment, and I anticipate a cognitive purge: there is a unique mix of solace and humiliation in the thought that nothing valuable will be lost. Potential uses of the item in information security protocols and in psychological evaluation procedures are under study. Footnotes 1. with as little detail as an agent simply mentioning "an object" with the intent to refer to SCP-4636 2. It is heartbreaking to watch. 3. "Incentives" is a euphemism for torture. The item's potential for information security applications has been judged amazing enough to justify tests involving torture. My desensitization training has been worthless and I am still disturbed by torture. |
SCP-4637 | safe | Item #: SCP-4637 Special Containment Procedures: Any retrieved instance of SCP-4637 is to be kept in a refrigerated containment vault at site-77, in its original vessel. Research staff with Level 3 or higher clearance may request access to SCP-4637. No more than 0.5mL of SCP-4637 may be sampled for any given trial on a live subject. No more than 0.1mL may be sampled for in vitro tests or attempts at replicating SCP-4637. Description: SCP-4637 is an aqueous solution of glucose and lysergic acid diethylamide in which micro-particles are in suspension. The particles are composed of several nested phospholipid bilayers housing unidentified proteins analogous to prions1. SCP-4637 can induce a highly anomalous permanent shift in cerebral activity (dubbed "dual consciousness"). Its potential benefits to specialized personnel dealing with psychological hazards are under study [pending discontinuation]. Origin of the item Currently contained instances of SCP-4637. Two vessels containing SCP-4637 have been retrieved: a 5L barrel found in the apartment of Ms. A. Böhm2, and a 10mL vial that motivated the arrest of Mr. F. Moulder after he was found disrupting the public order in a state of psychosis3. Both culprits acquired their instance of SCP-4637 online from a supplier whose identity they didn't know (besides the pseudonyms "Larissa DE" and "Slgkt"4), under the assumption that they were purchasing LSD. No faults were found in the anonymity of the supplier. Properties of the item When ingested, SCP-4637 initially triggers the reactions expected from non-anomalous LSD. However, after 3 to 5 weeks, most subjects show a very brief intense relapse in effects followed by an abrupt shift in behavior. Most of them report the sensation that they have spent the period between ingestion and the relapse with no motor control over their body, and claim that another consciousness was acting as them while they could only perceive sensory stimuli and maintain a stream of thought. They perceive the relapse event as a sudden recovery of their control, and express great relief from the ability to communicate again. All observations suggest that the first consciousness (hereafter named ⍺) and the second one (hereafter named β) are identical duplicates of the mind of the subject, with equal claims to being the original. Similar relapse events then occur again cyclically on an irregular basis ranging from hours to years, each time swapping the ability to control the body between ⍺ and β. One particular side effect is observed in many male subjects (71 out of 86) but only a minority of female subjects (35 out of 319): they report a strongly dampened awareness of their surroundings and of the passage of time during all the periods spent as "observers" (dubbed dreamlike perception), while the general case is a state of full clarity of mind (dubbed lucid perception). The most notable measurable symptom of SCP-4637 ingestion is a stark decrease in connectivity between the frontal lobe and the Broca area5 as well as the motor function area. Surgical interventions intended to alter the effects have been inconclusive. One of the female subjects with hyper-androgenic traits was found able to voluntarily induce relapse events6. Furthermore, she is the only one who has experienced both lucid and dreamlike episodes. The potential value of such control over the effects of SCP-4637 cannot be overstated as it would enable crucial applications [pending discontinuation] to the apprehension of some cognitohazards by human workers, and to the management of classified information. Addenda: For details about SCP-4637-related events outside Foundation facilities, surveillance measures, and efforts to retrieve the source of the product, c.f. document AFR-4637-3. For details about the biochemistry of the prion-like proteins SCP-4637 contains, c.f. document AC-4637-3. For details about the neurology of affected subjects, c.f. document AN-4637-5. Among the following material, interview excerpts (#1 through #4) are most relevant to personnel about to work with dual consciousness subjects. Resilient psychological barriers to a productive mindset following the first relapse event remain the most dire setback in the elaboration of protocols for efficient SCP-4637 exploitation. The personal accounts of test subjects have therefore been a key area of focus. #1: Subj. #009-⍺ #2: Subj. #009-β #3: Subj. #035 #4: Subj. #035 #5: "Chisel" Interview excerpt #1: Subject #009: Male, 22 years old. Call center agent. Experiences lucid episodes. Mr. Moulder was a regular user of psychedelics prior to his purchase of SCP-4637. The interview took place shortly after a swap to instance ⍺, reported to be the 7th swap since initial ingestion. Dr. C. Zhu: How much can you recall of the first time this "other self" took control? Subject #009-⍺: Um, well I really freaked out at first, and he was freaking out at the same time and he started scratching our body everywhere, you know, like he was itchy everywhere. And then he rushed to my roommate, and he started crying and hugging her, and telling her like "holy shit you have to believe me, I've been trapped inside my head for a month, that was not me this whole time", like explaining everything you know. Dr. C. Zhu: And how were you reacting to your sudden loss of control over your actions? Subject #009-⍺: I was thinking fast and trying to scream "I'm being possessed by some fucking demon, it's pretending it's me, you have to tie me up and not trust anything I say," but, yeah, I couldn't talk of course. And I started to calm down and figure it out. Dr. C. Zhu: This… doesn't seem fully compatible with the working hypothesis that both you and it are the same person. If you adjusted so quickly to your new state, why was it still so distraught after it had a whole month to adjust? Subject #009-⍺: Uh, sorry if I've been unclear, I'm trying to tell the events as I perceived them back then, you know- Dr. C. Zhu: Don't worry, this is very clear so far. Please do go on. Subject #009-⍺: But, yeah, even though I stopped panicking fast, I did start to get fucking distraught too just like him after I spent a month trapped in there! Like, he didn't help me or acknowledge me. But when we finally switched again, now we both knew about each other, so I started talking to him and comforting him, you know? Also now I'm really trying to focus on the slightest itches I have because we still don't really feel them all as strongly. Dr. C. Zhu: This is really fascinating; I want you to know that I really appreciate your keen introspective work, and your willingness to cooperate with this other entity. Subject #009-⍺: My pleasure, man! Dr. C. Zhu: So you're trying to accommodate your "other self" by acknowledging it, comforting it, and taking its needs into account. Have you entertained the notion that perhaps, in addition to the two of you, other versions of your consciousness might exist within you, longing for a sign that you know they are there and aching for you to relieve discomforts that are barely noticeable to you, but unbearable to them? Subject #009-⍺: I… Wow, [tensely] actually no, I've never thought about that… [ The interview was suspended at the subject's request. ] Such a cooperative reaction was most common in subjects with numerous prior mild experiences with psychological dissociation (whether drug-induced or symptomatic of schizophrenia or borderline personality disorder). Nonetheless, attempts to capitalize on this by administering dissociative drugs to prospective subjects before SCP-4637 ingestion failed to reduce the prevalence of unproductive behaviors (such as panic attacks, self-harm, suicide attempts, uncooperativeness towards staff, stress-induced exhaustion, lack of focus, apathy towards most stimuli, and/or explosive anger episodes). Other approaches (c.f. addendum #5) are currently under study [pending discontinuation]. Interview excerpt #2: Subject #009 (c.f. Interview excerpt #1). The interview took place the day following a swap to instance β, reported to be the 8th swap since initial ingestion. Dr. C. Zhu: Can you describe the aftermath of your first ingestion of the product? Subject #009-β: Uh, well at first I didn't even notice I didn't have control, while I was coming down everything seemed pretty normal. For the first day or so I was just kind of recovering, you know, the trip had been pretty intense. When I was driving to work the next day I started to notice my reflexes were weird, and I was like, whatever, I'll just drive a bit slower and more carefully. But I couldn't actually raise my foot. So, yeah, then I tried to just pull over on the shoulder to collect myself, and at that point I guess that was the first time I was trying to do something he wasn't doing. I panicked, because you know I was fucking driving and couldn't move the way I wanted to! Experiments aimed at preventing the early loss of synchronization between ⍺ and β through sensory deprivation have proven fruitless. The loss of inter-lobular neuron connectivity appears to inevitably lead to an ever-increasing divergence of the two streams of thought. Dr. C. Zhu: And how long did it take for you to calm down? Subject #009-β: Oh, not too long after that, when we parked next to work I was just like, "okay, I'm still tripping way way too hard, that shit was definitely not acid, but whatever. I just feel way more detached than I've ever been, but my thought process is clear enough for work". And at work it was fucking great because I could just let my mind wander and meanwhile he would be handling the calls just fine. It's awesome, I've always fucking dreamed of achieving a state like that, you know? But that afternoon I started to get the itches, and it was okay for a few days but it was excruciating after a while. Dr. C. Zhu: So save for these itches, would you say you're completely content with every aspect of your new condition? Subject #009-β: Uh… [pause] I wouldn't say everything, no. Obviously, it's annoying when I would like to do something he doesn't. It's happened a few times. Oh, or like, when I notice something that he doesn't! It's the worst. Dr. C. Zhu: Do you have any examples in mind? Subject #009-β: Yeah, like when we play video games it happens all the time. We've stopped playing, like, any puzzle game because it's so frustrating. Dr. C. Zhu: In the periods you spend as an "observer", you've mentioned attempting to regain control of your body, as most of our patients do. I'd be interested to know if during these periods you've also attempted communication with that "other self". For example in the problem-solving scenario you've just described. Subject #009-β: Uh well yeah of course, as soon as he figured everything out and started comforting me -talking to me directly you know?- I tried to answer. I don't think it worked though. He tried to ask some yes or no questions and I tried to think of really happy or sad things, but he didn't feel that. And we never really tried again since then. It's no big deal since we can pretty much always guess correctly though, you know, since we're both just me. Right now I know for sure he's kind of bored since he doesn't get to talk, even though I don't feel like that, I really appreciate the conversation, man! Dr. C. Zhu: Rest assured I truly value your commitment. Experiments aimed at establishing direct communication between ⍺ and β through surgery or directed meditation have proven fruitless. Subject #009, who was the object of particular research focus since he achieved an exceptionally cooperative mindset, unfortunately died in the early stages of SCP-4637 investigation in an unrelated on-site incident. Interview excerpt #3: Subject #035: Female, 31 years old. Retail worker. Experiences both lucid and dreamlike episodes, and has the ability to induce them at will (which has not been observed in any other subject). The interview took place shortly after she demonstrated her abilities by inducing several consecutive voluntary relapse events, authenticated by EHRMRI scans. [this whole interview has been translated from Spanish] Dr. C. Zhu: Please describe, as precisely as you can, how you give control to "the other". Subject #035-⍺: I don't give control, she takes it from me when she's in the background. I can only take it back when I have been sent to the background. Haven't your colleagues told you about the first day she appeared? Dr. C. Zhu: Your state of confusion at the time made it difficult for us to grasp exactly what was happening. Afterwards you described it as "deciding to switch". Subject #035-⍺: Well, that's exactly what it is! Of course I was confused on that first day, I kept getting back to the surface but she always immediately sent me back to the background, every few seconds, for hours! I was the first who decided to stay in the background for a little while, just to make it stop. She then finally did the same for me after a few tries. I think she understands that I won't stop fighting her if she doesn't deign to stay in the background long enough for me to feel at peace. Dr. C. Zhu: I understand better, thank you. I'd like you to please describe, as precisely as you can, how you initiate a switch? Subject #035-⍺: [pause] It's difficult to explain. Can you breathe manually? Dr. C. Zhu: Yes I can, I believe everyone does. Subject #035-⍺: Well it's like that, but instead of just my lungs, I take control of everything. Dr. C. Zhu: It doesn't take any effort? Subject #035-⍺: Not at all, no. I just decide to do it. Dr. C. Zhu: And what does it feel like when "the other" does it to you? Subject #035-⍺: It feels horrible. I suddenly feel numb and light-headed, and my vision gets blurry… Every smell gets more intense for a few seconds. And my stomach rumbles a little bit, every single time. And suddenly she starts moving my muscles and I'm just a spectator, unless I push myself back to the surface. It's horrible. I'm like a worthless puppet to her. [subject starts sobbing] And she doesn't even do anything worthwhile, it's like some game to her, she just bumbles around and tells complete nonsense to the researchers to make me look stupid, and she… [subject cringes] She touches me, and she sits and stands weird just to give me little sore spots and itches everywhere- [pause] Dr. C. Zhu: Are you alright? We can take a break if you want. Subject #035-β: [sobbing resumes] She's lying! I'm back. I don't know what she's trying to do- Dr. C. Zhu: Did you just switch right now? Subject #035-β: Yes, it's actually me! Please, you're not going to really trust her, right? Why are you just listening to her? You must have a way to prove she's just pretending! Don't the scans show anything useful?! Dr. C. Zhu: It's OK, for now we cannot tell who is the real one so I promise you we'll keep treating both of you right. Both of you, not just her, we trust you and we'll make sure you are safe. To alleviate the strong feelings of discomfort, powerlessness, loss of intimacy and paranoia commonly reported, various tranquillizing drug regimen had been tried on other subjects, but were all deemed too mentally debilitating for practical work applications. Subject #035 frequently expressed anger, disgust and confusion about her condition, but had remarkably sparse depressive episodes and panic attacks (suggesting that the ability to voluntarily induce swaps makes "sense of powerlessness" a much weaker factor, but is insufficient to eliminate crippling emotional suffering in dual consciousness subjects). Interview excerpt #4: Subject #035 (c.f. Interview excerpt #3). The interview took place 5 hours after a relapse event putting an end to a dreamlike episode, reported to be the 2nd ever experienced by the subject (contrasting with her far more numerous lucid episodes). Her previous relapse event took place two weeks before that, which was an unprecedentedly long time for her. [this whole interview has been translated from Spanish] Dr. C. Zhu: [entering the interview room] Hi, Ms. Galvez, thank you for waiting! Subject #035-⍺: [tearfully] Ah, hello! I'm so glad you're here! Those technicians don't care at all, they barely respond to anything I tell them. Dr. C. Zhu: I'm sure they do care. We've talked about this, it's just how things are done. I'm here to ask you some questions, but first you can ask me anything and I will answer, OK? Subject #035-⍺: I want to know what she told you while I was away! I still can't believe it has been two weeks, what did she do for all this time?! Dr. C. Zhu: Nothing remarkable. She was mostly wondering why you stayed away for so long. We did three scans to figure out what was going on. She did nothing out of the ordinary. There is some footage from the security cameras I can show you, if it'll make you feel better. Subject #035-⍺: Yes, yes I would like that! Dr. C. Zhu: But why don't you just ask her to tell it to you next time she resurfaces? She can talk, you can hear her! Subject #035-⍺: Not this again! I don't care what she wants to say. It's always nasty demeaning stuff, or complete garbage about being sad because she knows you expect me to feel bad, and she won't stop trying to trick you into thinking she's me! Dr. C. Zhu: We can work on this later. Do you remember what we told you about the "dreamlike episodes"? Subject #035-⍺: [pause] Yes, I remember that. It was something you told her, not me. To be honest I didn't understand her excuse for spending all this time hidden, so… Well I didn't really pay attention to the theories you had for her. Dr. C. Zhu: It… You don't… It was the same thing! A "dreamlike episode" is… [pause] You say she was "hidden", but that's not how we understand the situation, we believe she was experiencing a "dreamlike episode" like many other patients do. A period spent in the background, but during which you don't experience the world clearly. And it seems like this is also what just happened to you. Subject #035-⍺: Of course I see the resemblance. But isn't that just a perfect proof that she knows what she's doing?! She prepared everything! She was already planning to keep me unconscious for all this time, so she pretended it happened to her first, to make it seem normal and to fool you! How else could she have known about it before it even happened? Similar paranoid narratives were extremely common, irrespective of the psychological profile of the subject. Less intelligent subjects were quicker to become suspicious of their duplicate, but even highly-educated subjects who were thoroughly informed about the effects eventually expressed feelings of profound distrust, fear and anxiety over possible hidden motives, and came to regret their agreement to ingest SCP-4637. Dr. C. Zhu: [pause] I hear what you have to say and respect your feelings. Your concerns are important to us and we will carefully look into them. Subject #035-⍺: Will you really? You're being so condescending! Haven't you found out any way to actually confirm for sure your unshakeable belief that both me and her are just copies? Is the only point of your scanners to give you nice colourful pictures? Dr. C. Zhu: [pause] We will discuss this later, alright? I promise you. Right now a good way to help us work on a cure would be to describe how you went back to the surface even though you were unconscious, this is something we truly don't understand and we need your help. Subject #035-⍺: OK. Fine, OK. There's not much to describe frankly. It just felt like fainting, except I was suddenly in the corridor when I came back to my senses. I didn't do anything. Dr. C. Zhu: Thank you. So you never initiated the same deliberate push that usually brings you back. Other patients who go through "dreamlike episodes" describe the feeling that they form a few imprecise new memories. Or start "imagining" things, only to learn later that they have actually happened. Can you relate to that description? Subject #035-⍺: Um, well… People told you that? Well, maybe yes, I felt really weird but maybe… Yes, while fainting I pictured a few things, like drinking water and going in the patio to get some fresh air, or imagining how you would react. It was a bit more vivid than daydreaming, a little like when you wake up and start picturing what you plan to do with your day… So, little thoughts like that could have been actual memories?! Because, I mean, it felt so quick! Dr. C. Zhu: What you're telling me is very consistent with accounts from other patients, so it was probably all real, yes. Would you mind trying to recall all of these thoughts, in as much detail as you can? Subject #035-⍺: Um, first I was just drinking a glass of water… Then I saw you talking about how I fainted, and telling, um, something like, "this means that the other is unconscious for a while, so now we can tell you"- [pause] You were saying… [visibly upset] You were saying to her that you could get rid- [pause] [ Subject #035 abruptly became belligerent, putting an end to the interview. ] Subject #035 never stopped being violent towards staff after this incident, and had to be permanently restrained. This was one of only 4 known examples of a subject recalling precise, verbal exchanges during a dreamlike episode. Following this incident, it was agreed for safety's sake that when working with dreamlike-perception subjects, staff should avoid feeding contradictory statements to ⍺ and β (which had until then been a tolerated practice, meant to ease their anxiety and earn their dedication to productive work by indulging their hope that staff was working towards eliminating "the other"). Overview of the "Chisel" program: Uncooperativeness and quickly deteriorating mental stability have proven to be nearly universal side effects of dual consciousness. Nonetheless, several outliers existed (e.g. Subject #009, c.f. addenda #1 & #2), suggesting that safe use of SCP-4637 is feasible if proper precautions are developed. The "Chisel" program was launched in an attempt to pinpoint the neurological features conducive to the harmonious coexistence of ⍺ and β. Before the program, only 4 subjects out of 92 did not develop debilitating psychological issues. Among them, 3 were found to have a history of dissociative identity disorder or a history of dissociative drug abuse. It was therefore postulated that individuals with a significant, preferably lifelong incidence of such atypical traits could constitute a less problematic experimental pool. A total of 313 new subjects have been recruited over the course of the "Chisel" program. Twenty-nine of them remained as operational as they were before the time of ingestion. A further twelve of them suffered only minor losses in efficiency over months of focus-intensive work. All the others developed the crippling mental health issues commonly observed. Fifty-two had been selected among aspiring Foundation agents in training for cognitohazard management duties; unfortunately all proved to be part of the non-operational subset. Several markers of brain activity were found only in the operational subset. These markers are reliably measurable through EHRMRI and/or exploratory post-mortem conductivity assays, but have not yet been successfully associated with fully understood neurological features that may be manipulated to foster the desired abilities. Women with hyperandrogenic traits as well as men with hypoandrogenic traits were primarily sought, and amounted to two-thirds of all subjects, but none was found to have control over the timing of relapse events or to experience both dreamlike and lucid episodes. As a proof-of-concept for potential applications, one of the most promising subjects was exposed to a euclid-class cognitohazardous entity (while her β consciousness was in control), and then secured in a subsection of its containment structure. Once her next relapse event occurred, her ⍺ consciousness was ascertained to be unaffected, allowing for an unprecedented distinction between the physical and the mental impairments caused by the entity. She was then able to effectively interact with the entity again without triggering a new attack, due to her altered physical state (presumably recognized by the entity as "already dealt with"). This had previously never been possible due to the immediate cognitive decline suffered by exposed agents. Future work: [section expunged: all planned research towards use of SCP-4637 by Foundation personnel is in the process of being discontinued.] Footnotes 1. Impasses met during attempts to model their folding are reminiscent of SCP-3966. The anomalous specificity of their effect on higher brain processes is also comparable. C.f. document AC-4637-3. 2. Ms. Böhm was killed by law enforcement while resisting arrest. 3. Mr. Moulder was subsequently taken under Foundation custody for further interrogation; c.f. addenda #1 and #2. 4. "Seligkeit" is German for salvation or bliss 5. Mostly involved in speech production 6. c.f. addenda #3 & #4. |
SCP-4638 | safe | 2/4638 LEVEL 2/4638 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4638 safe Special Containment Procedures: SCPF elements in local health inspection authorities have shuttered all Singaporean outlets of Basilico's Italian Diner. Foundation WebCrawlers are to trawl local online forums for residual evidence of SCP-4638 and remove such content accordingly. Those affected by SCP-4638 were quarantined, monitored until no longer dyspeptic, and given amnestics alongside all known witnesses. The proprietors of Basilico's were likewise amnesticised after interrogation as to the origin of SCP-4638-L instances proved inconclusive. All extant SCP-4638-L instances, uneaten or partially consumed, are tentatively preserved in Site-165 Cold Storage. Instance of SCP-4638-L, untouched. Description: SCP-4638 refers to a mass food poisoning case engendered by 97 portions of anomalous lasagna, served to patrons of Basilico's Italian Diner across its six outlets in Singapore during dinner service on March 12, 2020. All affected lasagnas (hereafter SCP-4638-L) were conveyed to patrons through automated delivery systems. SCP-4638-L instances contained several unpalatable alterations to their ingredients. Pasta sheets were blemished by swollen green pustules that petered out into green blotches of indistinct organic matter, each several centimetres in diameter. When ruptured with cutlery1 (such as through poking with the tines of a fork), the pustules fizzled audibly, often oozing an odorous, bile-like fluid described by one patron as resembling "diluted guacamole". Layers of béchamel sauce were noted to be unpleasantly viscous, and were flecked with an unknown silvery-white suspension resembling dental plaque. In roughly 60% of recovered instances, entire chunks of minced meat sauce were found to have been substituted with visually indistinguishable detritus of unclear origin. Chemical analysis of recovered instances is ongoing. UPDATE 14/03/2020: Research into the proprietors' purchasing history led Foundation detectives to a decrepit barn in Singapore's Lim Chu Kang countryside, where MTF Eta-9 ("Carbohydrate Cognoscenti") discovered a large apparatus engraved with various gastro-thaumic sigils. The apparatus is suspended from the ceiling of a spacious underground chamber. Twenty rotating metallic spokes branch out in a dodecahedral arrangement from the apparatus' central core; each spoke terminates in a capsule harbouring a comatose human. The capsules incorporate machinery designed to slough off rectangular sections of epidermal tissue from said humans. These collect in funnels below the apparatus, to be transmuted into edible ingredients. Closer inspection revealed that a particular module in the apparatus' core was malfunctioning, owing to its internal mechanisms being clogged by the viscera of a brown rat (Rattus norvegicus).2 Translation of the engraved sigil showed the module to be responsible for facilitating skin regeneration. Additionally, it was found that all twenty bodies, while not missing large patches of skin, exhibited symptoms suggesting a recent onset of psoriasis. Re-profiling of SCP-4638 is currently underway. Footnotes 1. Numerous patrons are believed to have mistaken the blotches for spinach or pesto sauce. 2. The rat presumably crawled into the module through an opening created by a fallen panel. |
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The chamber is to maintain a humidity of 86 percent and a temperature of 2.7 °C. If any SCP-4639 materials reanimate while in containment the temperature will be reduced to -6.66 °C, at which time all previously animated instances are to be collected and stored within Euclid Containment Freezer-6. To reduce staff exposure and possible cross-contamination, maintenance of SCP-4639 has been automated. Embedded agents within the Florida Department of Citrus are to monitor for uncontained instances of SCP-4639 and SCP-4639-A. When a new SCP-4639 instance is located, Mobile Task Force Delta-50 ("Damned Druids")1 will be dispatched to facilitate Neutralization Protocol 55-RT ("Salted-Earth"). All civilians infected by SCP-4639-A instances are to have them surgically removed before being administered Class-A amnestics, and will remain under medical supervision for 24 hours. Any fully formed SCP-4639-A iterations will be neutralized along with their corresponding SCP-4639 instance. Description SCP-4639 is a parasitic subspecies of the orange tree (Citrus sinensis) capable of drastically altering its local ecosystem. SCP-4639 has been both thaumaturgically and technologically enhanced to promote increased Elan Vital Essence (EVE)2 absorption, climate acclimation, and gross annual fruit yield. SCP-4639-A are organisms created through a parasitic hybridization process affecting biology exposed to SCP-4639. These instances lose control of general motor functions and act as an extension of SCP-4639. There is currently no method of reversing this process once sufficient biomass has been converted. After several months SCP-4639-A instances will undergo a rooting process, at which time they begin taking on the appearance and function of SCP-4639. Discovery SCP-4639 became known to the Foundation through assets embedded within GoI-0561 ("Marshall, Carter, & Dark"), on 2017/02/16. The Foundation received the following documentation regarding SCP-4639, as well as its last known location. ❏ Marshall, Carter, & Dark Documentation ❏ ❐ Marshal, Carter, & Dark Documentation ❐ B57TS/0R632/58Y94 Status Selling Demand High Identifier Citrus Vitae Value 5,000 - 7,500 USD per Litre (4,090 - 5,725 GPB) Availability 1,041 Litres (Current Season's Inventory), Established Supply Chain, with Expected Seasonal Output (ESO) of 1,875 Litres Description Sold in 1-, 3-, or 7- litre crystalline decanters, the fluid is a dark scarlet reminiscent of old blood. Grown with organic EVE, Citrus Vitae is all natural and contains 98% human DNA. Declared by even the harshest food critics as "the most delicious fruit on the planet"; people are literally dying to try it. Marshall, Carter, and Dark, LLP Initial Report Author Simon Eleazar Date September 13, 2013 Interest High Identifier Citrus Vitae When Peterson first suggested that I travel with him to some old backwater orange plantation in Paraguay (of all places), I thought the old bastard had finally lost what sense he had left. We've been in Paraguay for some time now, and I hardly expected to find anything of value there. I could not possibly have been more wrong. It seems as though the family that owned the place had fallen onto some hard times, what with the global recession and all. They were desperately attempting to revitalize their product, and revitalize they sure did. In a very literal way. Imagine my surprise when I showed up there and my Kant meter started going off like a Geiger at Chernobyl. Apparently they'd gotten some old mystic to come down out of the mountains and set up some sort of ritual that siphoned EVE out of a couple of poor schmucks and were pouring it straight into the trees. The process was horribly inefficient, and they were running through the local homeless population fairly quickly. Even so, the product they were producing was fucking delicious. When Peterson had me try that diluted sample back in Caracas, I was interested enough to come all the way the fuck out here. Now that I've gotten a good look at the operation and tasted the real thing? I think we can streamline the whole thing a great deal and get something that will really work. And none of this watering-down crap. Let's just bump production a bit and sell the thing straight. Put it in some crystal decanters and we'll have a product that will sell better than any cognac out there. They'll never believe it's just fucking orange juice. File Opened Under B57TS/0R632/58Y94 Marshall, Carter, and Dark, LLP Archived Correspondence Ruprecht Carter / Simon Eleazar Records from 09/20/2013, 21:03-21:32 Time User Message 21:03 R. Carter Your report just came across my desk. You have my attention, so tell me what needs to be done to upgrade this operation. 21:03 S. Eleazar Certainly. As I said, the process is being handled by this old mystic. Guy is probably 83 years old, so he's clearly not using the EVE himself. I was thinking we hook up something similar to what you have in your chair, but simplify it to feed into a tree. Trees are easier than people, right? I was thinking we could probably set it up so we get 4 or 5 trees on one machine/subject. 21:06 R. Carter That's probably doable. We have some of the prototypes for my chair over in storage. I can release a few of the more finished ones to your department. Do you have a cost analysis done yet? 21:06 S. Eleazar Yeah. I can send the projections immediately. One moment. 21:07 S. Eleazar FILE: Citrus_Vitae_Cost-Profit_Projection.pdf (1.64mb) 21:19 R. Carter I see. The potential sunk cost is a little higher than I anticipated, but I see that you've included a line item for mass producing my EVE machine in addition to the anticipated R&D cost. How many of these are you expecting to need? 21:20 S. Eleazar I am thinking we want to keep this operation fairly small. Fewer trees means fewer subjects each season. Fewer subjects means less loss in maintenance and "sundries". Local law enforcement is pretty much federal, but the district chief's gonna need to be paid off. All told, I am factoring for a grove of 40 trees, so 20 active with 2 immediate replacements. 21:29 R. Carter That sounds more than fair, but I want a stronger market analysis. Can you get a few flutes to the Hong Kong office by the first? We're having a fete for some of our more exclusive clientele. I'd like to gauge their reactions personally. 21:30 S. Eleazar Certainly. I'll have a crate shipped immediately. With an extra decanter for yourself, of course. I'm certain you'll appreciate it. 21:32 R. Carter Keep it. I already have a supply of EVE. 21:32 S. Eleazar Of course sir. Is there anything else I can do for you? 21:32 R. Carter DISCONNECTED Log End Marshall, Carter, & Dark, LLP Memorandum From Ruprecht Carter Date October 4, 2013 To Simon Eleazar Regarding Citrus Vitae project Your 'orange juice' went over exceptionally well at the fete and we have already secured orders for 13 litres at the top end of your price estimate. I anticipate that price will only increase once news of this gets around. Additionally, I was approached by Igor Olenicoff about the possibility of moving our operation to Florida. He pointed out that the citrus industry in Florida is experiencing a bit of a boom at the moment and he made certain to tell me that he already owns several large plantations. I think he anticipates some sort of partnership, though I am not interested in the slightest. What I am interested in is potentially moving the operation closer to our primary logistics network. That will make it easier and cheaper for us to move the product where it needs to go and we could merely use the operations of a much bigger industry as a façade. There is a fairly significant population of transient field workers available in Florida, so I don't see acquiring more subjects for the EVE engines to be much of a problem. I want you to revise your original cost analysis to include a move to Florida. Don't worry about including property or operation acquisition, that has been budgeted elsewhere. Be sure to include a line item for the clean-up in Paraguay. We don't want competition. Item File No. B57TS/0R632/58Y94 Marshall, Carter, and Dark, LLP Tracking Information B57TS/0R632/58Y94 Owner Date Comments S. Eleazar 09/13/2013 Initial discovery. Bank of Paraguay 10/24/2013 Utilized assets within the Bank of Paraguay to seize the property in La Colmena, Paraguay. MCD Property Holding Group 10/25/2013 Property acquired by MCD, LLP subsidiary for a nominal sum. MCD Property Holding Group 10/30/2013 Property surveyed. Thaumaturgic Engineer B. Alguera assigned to retrofit & transplantation project. B. Alguera 11/08/2013 Samples from grove in La Colmena transported to property holdings in Arcadia, FL. Test on grafting and/or direct agricultural development commencing. B. Alguera 12/06/2013 Initial progress promising. EVE engine redesign functioning within expected parameters. Direct transplant process successful. Graft specimens incompatible with Florida local species. Marshall, Carter, & Dark, LLP 01/13/2014 Transplantation project successful. 28 trees successfully shifted to Arcadia. Assets in La Colmena liquidated & primary operation in Paraguay closed. Eleazar Farms, Limited 06/23/2014 Assets shifted to MCD subsidiary. Initial operational phase complete. Eleazar Farms, Limited 08/7/2014 Graft experimentation with local species showing limited success. Initial problems with species adaptation neutralized. Climate adjustment procedures for transplanted La Colmena specimens complete with a loss rate of 6.45%. Within expected loss parameter of 18.21%. Eleazar Farms, Limited 02/14/2015 First seasonal output at 117% projected output. 2193.75 litres extracted. Marshall, Carter, & Dark, LLP 03/28/2015 Initial Sales Figures have exceeded expectations. 1,054 units sold at average price of 6,945 USD (5,665 GBP) per unit with 563 buyers. Projected demand exceeds production. Remaining units re-priced at 6,500-8,000 USD (5,300-6,525 GBP). Eleazar Farms, Limited 04/2/2015 Exploration into utilizing graft experiments to expand production initiated. Thaum. Eng. Alguera to resign, effective immediately. Cites irregularities in experimentation process & instability of the local species post-grafting. Thaum. Eng. Matherson assigned to graft project. Eleazar Farms, Limited 02/12/2016 Second seasonal output at 97% projected output. 1818.75 litres extracted. Marshall, Carter, & Dark, LLP 04/15/2016 Second seasonal sales met expectations. 1,785 units sold at average price of 7,255 USD (5,918 GBP) per unit with 611 buyers. Eleazar Farms, Limited 08/19/2016 T.E. Matherson reports complete success with graft into local species. Projected output for third season expanded to 3140 litres. Eleazar Farms, Limited 12/01/2016 Graft procedure failure imminent. Spliced trees do not produce fruit despite forced growth procedures. T.E. Matherson unable to provide adequate explanation. Projected output for third season reduced to 1,875 litres Eleazar Farms, Limited 12/15/2016 Back spread of contamination from splice failure discovered in La Colmena trees. Multiple cascade failures in EVE transfer engines. Remaining stock isolated to prevent total colony collapse. Projected output for third season reduced to 603 litres. Eleazar Farms, Limited 01/02/2017 Isolation procedures inadequate to prevent further spread of containment. Cascade failure discovered in remaining EVE transfer engines. T.E. Matherson's methods have been declared to be at fault and Matherson has been permanently dismissed. S. Eleazar has been recalled, F. Gibbons has been assigned to liquidate subsidiary assets. Projected output for third season reduced to 0 litres. Marshall, Carter, & Dark, LLP 01/15/2017 Projected sales shortfalls & failure-to-deliver fees deducted from remaining S. Eleazar assets. Project Citrus Vitae terminated. Log End Marshall, Carter, & Dark, LLP Project Termination Notice Author Ruprecht Carter Date January 15, 2017 Interest Null Identifier Citrus Vitae The Citrus Vitae project has been declared an unmitigated failure. Despite initial earnings exceeding expectations, the overall profit/loss ratio is barely enough to produce a 7% profit margin. Excessive startup and closure budget shortfalls essentially depleted the initial project accounts and multiple in-kind cash infusions were necessary to fund the failed attempts at saving the project. Despite the Board's reservations at this costly attempt to save the project, Asset Manager (Retired) S. Eleazar convinced the Board to move forward the endeavor by leveraging his private assets as collateral against failure. Initial efforts seemed to contain the spread of the contagion, though the additional spread of EVE leakage into the surrounding grafted specimens proved to be unpreventable, and the entire project was forced into closure. S. Eleazar assets were able to cover the anticipated shortfalls, and without the infusion of these assets, the Citrus Vitae project would have represented a net loss of 16%. This was deemed absolutely unacceptable and S. Eleazar chose to accept early retirement instead of forced dismissal. He wagered everything and lost. We do not need that kind of failure to foresee catastrophic failure in any position of management, so their efforts on behalf of the Board have been permanently sealed. Eleazar Farms, Limited has been shuttered and the Arcadia grove was destroyed prior to abandonment. The current instability in the citrus market has made resale of the property distinctly unprofitable. Thus the equity in it has been leveraged to acquire liquid assets elsewhere in the financial market, and the property itself will be allowed to fall into foreclosure. File Closed B57TS/0R632/58Y94 Marshall, Carter, and Dark, LLP The Foundation's initial investigation revealed over 50 unexplained disappearances in the town of Arcadia in the months of December and January, as well as several reports of drastic changes to the local ecosystem. Recovery After visually confirming the SCP-4639 contamination in the city of Arcadia, Mobile Task Force Epsilon-30 ("Damned Druids") were dispatched to contain and neutralize SCP-4639. Cover Story FF51 (Infectious Disease Outbreak) was enacted and all civilians were placed on quarantine during the operation. On 2017/03/20, MTF ∑-30 confirmed a complete neutralization of all non-contained SCP-4639 instances. This came at a direct detriment to Arcadia's local ecosystem as over 13.20 km2 of land was rendered nearly barren. A disinformation campaign is currently underway. Foundation front company Synergy Community Project is currently lending aid to the municipality of Arcadia, in order to restore the community's normalcy. A detachment of the Foundation's Florakinetic Department will remain in Arcadia to facilitate a two-year regrowth operation to restore the area's pre-SCP-4639 ecosystem. A total of 46 samples, 10 SCP-4639-A instances and 1 juvenile SCP-4639 were recovered for containment. Addenda 2017/08/22 Update: SCP-4639 was cleared for phased testing in order to ascertain the specifics of how new instances are produced. This was done in order to facilitate enhanced efficacy on any future containment efforts. ❏ Testing Clearance Order 4639.ord.1 ❏ ❐ Testing Clearance Order 4639.ord.1 ❐ TEST CLEARANCE ORDER Object: SCP-4639 Authorized Test Subject(s): D-52110 In the event of future outbreaks of SCP-4639-A instances, we cannot rely wholly on MTF ∑-30's availability in order to fully contain unforeseen infestations. We simply cannot have only a single method of containment, and we really have no idea if this is the only avenue explored by MC&D. There may be additional SCP-4639 plants out there. Furthermore, there may be health benefits from the use of Citrus Vitae that we have not explored yet. I am giving the go-ahead to begin human testing, on my authority. We already know how SCP-4639 infects the local flora and fauna, but we need to know how a more complex organism will react to infestation. This object has been cleared to begin initial phase of human trials on the authority of HMCL Supervisor Samuel Franklin. On 2017/05/03, human subject D-52110, was fed one fully ripened SCP-4639 fruit before being stripped nude and sealed within Humanoid Testing Chamber-5. The conversion to SCP-4639-A took place over 22 hours; Audio/Video equipment recorded the process in full. ❏ Test Summary ❏ ❐ Test Summary ❐ 1:00: D-52110 begins experiencing stomach pains followed by waves of vertigo. 3:00: Subject's skin has taken on a greenish hue and his hair undergoes rapid alopecia. D-52110 complains of blurry vision and increasing vertigo. 6:00: D-52110 is developing long protrusions under its skin, they occasionally shift positions. 7:00: The subject has lost the ability to speak coherently. 9:00: D-52110 lays down in the fetal position and remains in this position for two hours. 11:00: Six branches erupt from D-52110's forearms and thighs. 11:30: Subject begins coughing, several teeth fall from his mouth. D-52110 vomits a mixture of blood, pulp, and orange seeds. 13:00: Leaves begin sprouting from D-52110's scalp, armpits, and pubic area. Subject has begun crawling in circles. 18:00: Subject crawls to the one-way mirror, orange liquid streams from his eyes. D-52110 attempts to speak, instead croaking as a branch forces its way out of his throat. The subject's body twists as his bones audible break and shift. 20:00: D-52110 squats down as if to defecate, a mass is seen moving under its skin as it begins to strain. Shifting to the left side of the subject's abdomen, the mass of tendrils rip through the skin; blood, pulp, and viscera spray the one-way mirror. The subject's fatty tissue has been fully converted into endocarp and oil sacs. D-52110 remains in the squatting position for 1 hour, occasionally vocalizing croaking sounds. 21:00: D-52110 screams, blood and a viscous orange fluid spray from his mouth. Subject vocalizes "Kill me" before screaming again. A second mass of tendrils bursts from his right eye. As the subject continues to strain a large orange rips through its anus, before falling to the ground. A large tendril slides from D-52110's now prolapsed anus. 22:00: D-52110's has become an SCP-4639-A instance and is designated SCP-4639-A/0. Following this test, a total of 14 D-Class personnel were exposed to SCP-4639-A/0; with each subsequent exposure yielding incrementally faster conversion rates. SCP-4639-A/0 through SCP-4639-A/14 were allowed to fully develop into SCP-4639 instances, which took approximately three months to complete. These 15 instances of SCP-4639 have been confined to Botanical Containment Chamber-18 and will remain so indefinitely. Access SCiPNET Email? One (1) new message! Re:SUBJECT To: O5-7 From: Jonathon DeCroix, Director, Ethics Committee Subject: SCP-4639 Someone really fucking dropped the ball this time, Seven. I don't know why the fuck HMCL Franklin authorized human testing for SCP-4639, but it stops now. I can't imagine any scenario where exposing 15 people to SCP-4639 could ever be classified as "essential", and you know it. These were PEOPLE, Seven. And they have been tortured under your watch. I want this stopped, now. Attached file: D-52110.jpg (186.24kb) THIS WAS A PERSON NEW MESSAGE! To: Jonathon DeCroix, Director, Ethics Committee From: O5-7 Subject: Re:SCP-4639 First and foremost, I don't care what you want to believe about it, but the Ethics Committee exists to advise the O5 Council. You can get away with bossing around site directors, and throwing a fucking tantrum might work to bully them, but it doesn't with me. If you don't calm yourself right now, I won't give a fuck what committee you lead. Second, the actions of HMCL Franklin were taken without advisement from the O5 Council and he will be dealt with accordingly. Franklin is aging close to retirement and apparently he was trying to find some way to extend his tenure at the Foundation with homemade Citrus Vitae. This is just as unacceptable to me as his using human test subjects is to you. As of 20 minutes ago, E-Class Personnel Franklin has been reassigned to janitorial staff in the D-class housing unit at his site. Now, if there isn't anything else you want to scream at me about, I have work to do. Footnotes 1. A task force comprised of florakinetic agents, tasked with the containment, concealment, and/or destruction of botany-based anomalies. 2. For more information on EVE & the specifics of its importance, please see Dr Frasier, Emmanuel In consideration of EVE, Life Force or Soul?, c. 2011 |
SCP-4640 | keter | Item #: SCP-4640 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4640-1 currently resides in its home in Makawo, Maui County. Two field agents posing as Mr. and Ms. Feeks are to care for SCP-4640-1 while attempting to persuade SCP-4640-1 to provide them with SCP-4640-2. These attempts are to be gentle, non-confrontational, and intermittent (to avoid the manifestation of SCP-4640-3). Once per week, agents are to provide reports regarding SCP-4640-1 and its willingness to provide SCP-4640-2. Additional agents are to monitor SCP-4640-1 discreetly to prevent SCP-4640-3 manifestations. Should SCP-4640-1 acknowledge Foundation monitoring, an SMK-Class "One Versus Everyone" Scenario1 could ensue. Tests will be conducted in designated Foundation safe-spots, where SCP-4640-1 will be taken to by the previously mentioned agents, which will be announced as family and/or school trips. All tests have been halted until further notice. Description: SCP-4640 is the collective designation given to two entities currently linked via an anomalous item. Each of these elements has been subclassified as SCP-4640-1 through -3. SCP-4640-1 is Andrew Feeks, an 11 year old male of native Hawaiian descent. SCP-4640-1 is non-anomalous; however, it is the owner of SCP-4640-2. Any attempt to forcibly remove SCP-4640-2 from SCP-4640-1 results in the manifestation of SCP-4640-3. SCP-4640-2 is a yellow circular plastic pin with a stylized purple "W". SCP-4640-1 claims that prior to owning it, neither the coloration or "W" were originally present. As of right now, SCP-4640-2 is attached on the upper-left side of a hoodie constantly wore by SCP-4640-1. When SCP-4640-2's current owner is endangered (physically, psychologically, or emotionally), it causes SCP-4640-3 to manifest. SCP-4640-3 is a humanoid entity of muscular build, standing approximately 1.8m in height. SCP-4640-3 has dark purple coloration, with a golden "W" on its chest and yellow pigmentation on its hands, feet and pelvic area. It is also of note that, despite having the appearance of a human male, SCP-4640-3 does not posses any genitals or intergluteal cleft. SCP-4640-3 goes by the name of "Wonderman" and presents various anomalous abilities characteristic to classical super-hero tropes. These have been seen to include: Abnormal strength. Abnormal speed. Abnormal endurance. Being impervious to damage. Emitting light beams from the eyes at will. Amnestic capabilities. Healing individuals through direct skin contact. When SCP-4640-3 manifests, it will go through any measures to protect SCP-4640-1, damaging structures and other living beings if necessary. SCP-4640-3 will also use its amnestic capabilities on SCP-4640-1 in order to eliminate any 'traumatic' experience2. It is theorized that SCP-4640-2's and -3's appearance are based off from SCP-4640-1's ideation of the concept of what a superhero is. However, both aforementioned objects share the branding color scheme of various Dr. Wondertainment products. Research into whether SCP-4640-2 is a Dr. Wondertainment product or if SCP-4640-1 has previous knowledge of the company is ongoing. Addendum 4640/1: Discovery SCP-4640-3's first recorded sighting occurred in the █████ Elementary High School, where it spontaneously manifested after a series of students laughed at SCP-4640-1 when it accidentally dropped its beverage on itself. SCP-4640-3 obligated the other students to apologize, followed up by amnesticizing SCP-4640-1 of the event. Foundation response teams were dispatched, amnesticized all witnesses and then catalogued the occurrence as an Extranormal Event. A direct link to SCP-4640-1 was not made until 6/7/18, where it was reported that a "Purple Superhero Saved Child from Deadly Car Accident"3. The accident involved a gas truck colliding on the lateral side of a car being driven by Mr. and Ms. Feeks. All individuals involved, excluding SCP-4640-1, died in the event. SCP-4640-3 then amnesticized SCP-4640-1 and took it to a videogame store that the latter frequents. Addendum 4640/2: Interview Log Access interview log. Close file. Interviewee: SCP-4640-1 Interviewer: Agent Hila (posing as the elementary school's psychologist). Foreword: The interview was conducted for the purpose of gathering information about SCP-4640-2's origin. SCP-4640-1 was told it was chosen at random for a psychological evaluation. <Begin Log> Agent Hila: Hi Andrew. How've you been doing lately? SCP-4640-1: I think I'm doing fine. Why am I here, again? Agent Hila: Well, because I'm still new around here. So, as a way to get to know you all a little better, I'm doing evaluations at random, so don't be scared or surprised if you get called again in the future. SCP-4640-1: Oh, okay. Agent Hila: So, what do you think of yourself around here? Are you the nasty trickster that puts thumbtacks in other's seats? Or are you the one that likes to make everyone laugh with crazy sayings? SCP-4640-1: I uh… I guess I'm just the quiet one. Agent Hila: Oh, that's totally fine! Not everyone needs a wacky personality. Actually, did you know people who are reserved are usually more intelligent? SCP-4640-1: Really? Agent Hila: Well, I'm assuming so. You have such good grades afterall! SCP-4640-1: chuckles Thanks! Agent Hila: I assume you must be a creative person as well. I've heard you like to doodle in your notebooks. SCP-4640-1: I do! Would you like to see some of them! Can I bring my math notebook? That one's got the most drawings. Agent Hila: Maybe later, Andrew. I noticed you have a rather interesting pin there, and it made me curious about your personal interests. Is it from a show? SCP-4640-1: It's not. It's a Wonderman pin! Agent Hila: And what's Wonderman exactly? Never heard that name. SCP-4640-1: He used to be just in my drawings, but since I got the pin he actually became real! He teleports to me whenever I need him! Agent Hila: Is that so? And where did you get it? I mean, who wouldn't want a personal superhero. I would like one too! SCP-4640-1: It came inside a plastic box in this weird cereal mom once bought. It was delicious, but she says she can't find more of it. My favorite part were the marshmallows. I'm pretty sure they changed in color every time you closed and open your eyes, but mom told me she only could see them blue. Agent Hila: Perhaps she went to a store she normally doesn't go to? SCP-4640-1 I don't know. She never told me. Hey isn't it weird she was the only one that bought the cereal? There's normally more boxes behind the ones you first see. Agent Hila: It does sound pretty weird. Maybe the cereal got discontinued or something. Oh would you look at the time! It's almost recess! Let's finish this chat for now. I'll see when we can meet together again. I got really curious about this "Wonderman" you mention. You're free to leave now. SCP-4640-1: Ok thanks! Bye Miss Yancy! Agent Hila: Bye Andrew! <End Log> Closing Statement: Investigation into all supermarkets located near SCP-4640-1's residence has revealed that no personnel or written records evidence the existence of a cereal advertising the described features. However, security footage of Ms. Feeks analysing in a confused manner a Honey Nut Cheerios cereal box and then adding it to the shopping cart was found in █████████ ██████. Whether this footage has any relevance is still being debated. Addendum 4640/3: Testing Log Access test logs. Close file. The following is a series of failed attempts at obtaining SCP-4640-2. The list has been recently abridged. Consult Dr. Okoa for the complete testing log. Test #: 1 Procedures: Agent Kiliwa and Gersh, posing as SCP-4640-1 parents, attempt to acquire SCP-4640-2 while it's asleep. Results SCP-4640-1 is seen with SCP-4640-2 now attached to its pajamas. When attempting to remove the object, SCP-4640-3 manifested. The entity raised its right index finger up to its mouth and 'shushed' at the agents until they left the room. Attempts at reentering the room were met with SCP-4640-3 remanifesting and repeating the process. Test #: 5 Procedures: Agent Phoros poses as a substitute teacher and attempts to confiscate SCP-4640-2 from SCP-4640-1. Results SCP-4640-1 responded by taking SCP-4640-2 from its hoodie and placing it inside its pocket, apologizing for wearing the object. Test #: 6 Procedures: Follow up to previous test. Agent Phoros demands SCP-4640-1 to give her SCP-4640-2. Results SCP-4640-1 reacts with fear, resulting in SCP-4640-3 manifesting. The entity then tells Agent Phoros to apologize, followed by the agent being forced verbally to sit at a corner of the class. SCP-4640-3 watched over the agent to prevent her from getting up until the schoolday was over. Test #: 9 Procedures: An individual named Robert Frow (allegedly SCP-4640-1's 'best friend') is paid 10$ in order for him to ask SCP-4640-1 if he can borrow SCP-4640-2. Results SCP-4640-1 responded with a "no" without further comment. Test #: 10 Procedures: Frow is told to use his 10$ to buy SCP-4640-2 from SCP-4640-1. Results SCP-4640-1 explicitly told Robert to get away from him. Test #: 16 Procedures: Agent McKelson, posing as a clerk at a grocery store SCP-4640-1 often visits, attempts to convince SCP-4640-1 to give him SCP-4640-2 in exchange for any confectionery of his liking. Results SCP-4640-1 turns down the offer, indicating SCP-4640-2 is 'more valuable than candy'. Despite no danger or offense towards SCP-4640-1 having been made, SCP-4640-3 still manifested, adding to the former's comment that "eating too much sugar is bad for [SCP-4640-1]'s health anyways". The entity then gestured a 'thumbs up' towards SCP-4640-1, which responded in the same manner. Test #: 23 Procedures: Agents Kiliwa and Gersh walk with SCP-4640-1 towards an alleyway, where a staged mugging act (with D-9022 being the thief) will occur. Results SCP-4640-3 manifested and punched D-9022 in the face, breaking its nose. D-9022 was rendered it unconscious. SCP-4640-3 then turns to face SCP-4640-1, exclaims the phrase "I'm the Wonderman" in a lower pitched voice followed by its demanifestation. Medical examinations on D-9022 revealed minor skull fractures in its front and back side. These appear to originate from the initial punch at its face and the subsequent impact with the ground. Test #: 30 Procedures: D-9023 is instructed to walk unsuspiciously towards SCP-4640-1 and then steal SCP-4640-2 as fast as possible. Results SCP-4640-3 manifested while D-9023 was at a meter distance from SCP-4640-1. It then grabbed D-9023 by the collar, stared at it in an intimidating manner and then threw it on the floor with excessive force. This resulted in various burst fractures along D-9023's spine. Test #: 31 Procedures: D-9024 is instructed to walk unsuspiciously behind SCP-4640-1 and then knock it unconscious with the given baseball bat. Results SCP-4640-3 manifests the moment the baseball bat makes contact with SCP-4640-1's head. SCP-4640-3 then takes the bat and breaks it in half, followed by SCP-4640-3 throwing the broken bat pieces at D-9023 with enough force as to have broken two of its ribs. SCP-4640-3 then turns to SCP-4640-1, heals it via anomalous means and then amnesticizes it of the event. Test #: 32 Procedures: D-9025 is told to incapacitate SCP-4640-1 via shooting one of its legs from an area SCP-4640-1 does not have visibility of. Result: SCP-4640-3 manifested when the fired bullet was 10m short of connecting with its target. The bullet ricochet off when making contact with the entity, damaging a nearby building. SCP-4640-3 then redirected its line of sight towards D-9025 and fired a laser at its location, effectively killing D-9025. After a few seconds, SCP-4640-3 turns towards one of the hidden cameras recording the test and stares at it for a total of 5 minutes before attending SCP-4640-1 and demanifesting. Addendum 4640/4: Incident Log Access incident log. Close file. On 15/9/2018, SCP-4640-1 started experiencing a nightmare involving itself being pursued by a multitude of characters originating from various cartoon shows it watches4. This resulted in SCP-4640-3 manifesting at seemingly random locations, in an approximate radius of 6.5 kilometers from SCP-4640-1. The entity acted as if it were in combat with said characters, often using its anomalous capabilities to 'defend' SCP-4640-1. In said attempts to 'defend' SCP-4640-1, SCP-4640-3 displayed a large quantity of previously unknown abnormal abilities, some of which included: Flight. Spontaneous generation and control over fire. Spontaneous generation and control over electricity. Generation of ice particles via exhaling. Manifestation of solid, translucent barriers. Self-duplication. Short-ranged teleportation. This resulted in the destruction of multiple buildings, with a total death count of ██ and ██ injured. The rest of the surrounding populace at this point had woken up, most of which sought shelter while the remaining few attempted to record the event. Despite an additional SCP-4640-3 instance preventing the commotion from interrupting SCP-4640-1's sleep, Agents Kiliwa and Gersh managed to successfully wake up SCP-4640-1, resulting in the immediate demanifestation of all SCP-4640-3 instances. Airborne amnestics were released and a fake memory of an earthquake was implanted. All recorded evidence of the event was destroyed, with copies currently being stored in the Video Archives. Footnotes 1. Such scenario would consist of SCP-4640-3 identifying the Foundation as a threat towards SCP-4640-1, and in response attempt to destroy it. This would, in return, lead to a Broken Masquerade/Breach of Normalcy scenario. Since no efficient way has been found to neutralize either object comprising SCP-4640, the entirety of the Foundation, along with any affiliated parties, would be considered to be at risk. 2. What SCP-4640-3 considers as a possible traumatic event is currently unknown, although records show the entity amnesticizing SCP-4640-1 when the latter shows signs of sadness or fear. 3. Cited from the local newspaper 4. This was stated by SCP-4640-1 itself during a follow up interview. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4640" by Dramps, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4640. 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-4641 | keter | Item #: SCP-4641 Special Containment Procedures (pending review): SCP-4641 must be kept in a secure containment locker. Personnel who are experienced with probability, chance, and evidence-based deduction are to play SCP-4641 every 4 weeks, with the amount of participants adjusting to the instance provided. Players are not to cheat, nor attempt to break the rules in any way. Description: SCP-4641 is a modified version of the Cluedo1 board game. In the game, players must find hints and use the process of elimination to discover who is responsible of the murder of an unknown victim. SCP-4641 contains a different board, characters, and item tokens every time it is opened, with names corresponding to real-life locations and people. Each new instance of SCP-4641 corresponds with a murder attempt taking place two weeks in the future. If the game is won, an event similar to the one described in the game will happen in reality, though the murder would have been narrowly avoided, due to either luck or interference from a third-party. But if the game is lost or is halted for more than 7 minutes, the event will play out as described in-game. Achieving the win condition varies widely in difficulty, due to the varying size of the board and the number of locations, items, and characters. Cessation of playing SCP-4641 for a length longer than 5 weeks results in a slight but noticeable rise in global violent crime rate, particularly in Cairo, Egypt. Attempts to cheat, purposefully lose, or automate SCP-4641 with limited AIs have failed, with each attempt leading to a fail-state and also increasing the violent crime rate. Playing a full game of SCP-4641 immediately halts the increase and lowers it to its normal level. Test Log: Number of Instance Date Description Game Length Outcome 001 07/03/1975 Game board resembled Lansing, Michigan, with buildings acting as the "rooms". There were a total of 35 characters, and 129 items. 7 hours Game Lost. Investigation revealed that two weeks later, Jeanine Oswalt was strangled to death by her ex-boyfriend, using a length of rope. 029 09/14/1976 Game board resembled a small alleyway, with only 2 "rooms", 5 characters, and 4 items. 45 minutes Game Won. Investigation revealed that a Carlos Garcia in Camargo, Mexico narrowly escaped a stabbing by cartel members. 058 01/12/1979 Game board resembled a New York City block, with 12 "rooms," 28 characters, and 19 items. 3 hours Game Lost. Two weeks later, Nelson Rockefeller2 died of poisoning via wolfsbane from his aide, Megan Marshack. 087 05/01/1981 Game board resembled the Vatican City, with the only rooms being "Pope's Quarters," "The Square," and "The Alley." 46 characters, and 53 items 15 hours Game Won. Pope John Paul II narrowly survived four gunshot wounds from Mehmet Ali Ağca. 234 03/14/1995 Game board resembled Site-19, with "rooms" corresponding to containment units. Each character was a researcher, and the items were all lethal SCPs contained within Site-19. 4 hours Game Won. Senior Researcher Jason ████ narrowly escaped SCP-████ during a containment breach. It was revealed that cooperation between players is not considered cheating. 378 10/09/2005 Game board resembled a warehouse within Three Portlands. There is only one room, hosting what is believed to be a time machine. All 9 characters were identical, and there were 9 identical murder weapons. 5 minutes Game Won. Due to the game being seemingly unwinnable, a player accused a character at random, leading to a win-state. Grandfather paradox potentially avoided. 713 06/31/202█ Gameboard was 3 x 3 meters2, and resembled depictions of the Egyptian Underworld. Set, Horus, Bes, and Sekhmet were among 253 playable characters, along with 752 items, most of which were unfamiliar to players, but were later identified as mummification tools. 23 hours Game Lost. Over the next several months, Egypt was stricken by multiple droughts, with the River Nile dropping to its lowest level in over 120 years. The agricultural sector, which makes up 14% of Egypt's GDP, went into a severe recession. Estimated total cost in damages: $45 billion. Based on the rate of EVE accumulation within the Nile River, the Archon-Class Type-V reality bender that inhabited the Nile should reform within the next 10 years. Addendum 4641.1: Following several tentative tests on SCP-4641, it has been concluded that SCP-4641 possesses little to no precognitive nor predictive abilities. Rather, SCP-4641 possesses the capability to mildly influence the behavior of others, with no known range, based on the outcome of the game. As the victims of SCP-4641 are randomly chosen, and there is no way to predict nor prevent SCP-4641 being complicit in the murder of those who maintain the Veil, or in (even temporarily) assassinating anthropomorphized concepts of nature, current containment procedures for SCP-4641 are considered to be unsatisfactory, and must be updated with all due haste. Footnotes 1. Known as Clue in North America. 2. Vice President under Gerald Ford. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4641" by Anorrack, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4641. 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-4642 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4642 Special Containment Procedures: An unused aircraft hangar at Site-17 has been retrofitted as a containment chamber for SCP-4642, including a drainage system leading directly to the Site's incinerator. The hangar doors must remain welded shut, with entry to the containment chamber permissible only via the newly created security doors on the South wall, which lead to the decontamination showers. Other than during approved experimental procedures, SCP-4642 is to be secured to the chamber floor. The current experimental schedule requires the use of three D-Class subjects per month for the production of SCP-4642-1. D-Class subjects should be naked for testing purposes. Description: SCP-4642 is a biomechanical object formed of human anatomical elements and an unidentified ferrous metal. The object is thought to have been used for artistic purposes. Testing has confirmed that all biological material in SCP-4642 is genetically identical. SCP-4642 consists of three human torsos arranged side-by-side in a supine position, with their skin and flesh grafted together. The connection is reinforced by metal bands linking adjacent ribcages. The limbs and pelvic bones of each torso have been surgically removed, and their sternums split, although the skin in these areas appears undamaged. The spine of each torso has been extended to a length of 2 meters by the inclusion of additional vertebrae at its lower end. The ends of the spines curve upward and inward to meet at a single point. Abdominal organs are absent, replaced with a set of twenty-eight urinary bladders each containing a particular human bodily fluid (eg gastric acid, semen and vitreous humor). When SCP-4642 is active, these fluids are exuded from the bladders into urethral tubes and are replenished through unknown means. The urethral ducts form a complex network, leading to a series of eighty sphincters on the ventral face of SCP-4642. Each sphincter contains a human tongue, which is independently mobile and can extend up to four inches outside SCP-4642's body. The torsos of SCP-4642 have been decapitated, and the stumps of the necks covered in grafted skin. A human head is attached to the central torso, with the back of the head affixed to the stump of the neck, and the roman numeral "L" tattooed on the brow. The head appears to be male, and has pale skin, dark hair and blue eyes. The eyelids and tongue have been surgically removed, and the jaw wired open. A long crank made of ferrous metal extends from the mouth and into the body of SCP-4642.1 If the crank is turned, SCP-4642 becomes active. An unidentified buoyant gas fills the lungs of each torso, which expand to form a dirigible, pushing apart the divided ribcages and filling the vacant abdominal space. SCP-4642 is then able to float, and propels itself through the air by an unknown method. In this state, the tongues on SCP-4642's ventral face emerge from their sphincters and move slowly back and forth. When mobile, SCP-4642 will float towards the nearest human subject. One or more fluids will be released from its bladders through the duct system, and SCP-4642 will attempt to paint these fluids on the subject's exposed skin, using its tongues. Where insufficient skin is exposed, attempts to remove clothing have been recorded. Body paintings by SCP-4642 (referred to as SCP-4642-1 instances) consist primarily of abstract geometric patterns, but have included techniques analogous to pointillism, tachism and impasto. Due to the nature of the fluids used for painting, SCP-4642-1 instances may not be easily visible, and are impermanent. SCP-4642-1 instances have no anomalous effects on observers. Subjects painted by SCP-4642 exhibit anomalous psychological effects, consisting primarily of new or altered opinions about SCP-4642. SCP-4642 generally ceases activity following production of SCP-4642-1 instances, but atypical behaviour has been observed in some circumstances. Addendum 1: notable SCP-4642-1 instances Instance Subject Fluids Used SCP-4642's Reaction Subject's Reaction SCP-4642-1-E D-1407 Blood, Rheum, Saliva SCP-4642 continued contact with D-1407 on completion of SCP-4642-1, and remained active for longer than usual. Subject displayed positive affect towards SCP-4642, and requested further exposure to it, as well as suggesting an expanded testing regime. SCP-4642-1-G D-0483 Lymph, Peritoneal fluid, Pus SCP-4642 made several attempts before commencing painting, and each of its mobile elements was individually flexed after completion. Subject described SCP-4642 as "requiring further work" and requested the opportunity to "fix" SCP-4642. SCP-4642-1-J D-1672 Tears, Intracellular fluid, Vaginal discharge SCP-4642-1 instance was composed of particularly intricate spiral patterns. SCP-4642 immediately erased the instance, then re-painted it. Subject alternated between periods of worry and frustration, querying whether anyone else would understand SCP-4642. SCP-4642-1-N D-4495 Sebum, Pus, Gastric Acid, Cerumen SCP-4642 ceased activity immediately following completion of the SCP-4642-1 instance. Subject gave a detailed overview of the mechanical and biological elements of SCP-4642 and their purpose. Subject was somewhat critical of its construction, but described an overall feeling of "pride". SCP-4642-1-R D-3084 Urine, Aqueous humor, Bile SCP-4642 moved rapidly, repeatedly crashing into walls and floor, until restrained. Subject expressed a strong desire to destroy SCP-4642. SCP-4642 was described as "a failure" and "an embarrassment". Subject displayed mild paranoiac symptoms focused on whether other persons would "like" SCP-4642. SCP-4642-1-Y D-2926 Amniotic fluid, Cerebrospinal fluid, Chyle SCP-4642 was not able to be reactivated for a period of six months following this test. Subject reacted calmly to SCP-4642, but later suffered serious self-inflicted injuries. See interview extracts below. Addendum 2: Interview Transcript Extract Interviewed: D-2926 Interviewer: Senior Researcher Denis Kuznetsov Note: D-2926 was admitted to the site infirmary suffering acute blood loss from lacerations to the wrists, torso and calves, as well as severe trauma to his teeth and jaw. D-2926's voice was muffled or unclear throughout the recording. Speech has been transcribed to the extent possible. Kuznetsov: Right, let's move on to the incident. One week ago you were tested with an anomalous object, yes? D-2926: <indistinct> Kuznetsov: Get him closer to the microphone. Again please. D-2926: Yes. Kuznetsov: This object painted your body, correct? D-2926: Yes. Kuznetsov: And you did not report any pain, discomfort or anxiety during the test? D-2926: That's correct. Kuznetsov: And nothing afterwards either. D-2926: No. Kuznetsov: Okay. Tell me how you felt immediately after the test. D-2926: How can I explain this to you? My feelings were - I felt as if <indistinct> had served its purpose. There are pleasing things about it, and things that could have been done differently, but overall I was satisfied with the work. I feel as though I have learned from the experience. Kuznetsov: But no feelings of stress, or unhappiness, or negativity? D-2926: No. Kuznetsov: And how do you feel now? D-2926: I feel the same, essentially. Perhaps <indistinct>. Kuznetsov: Again, I'd like to remind you of the penalties for lying, D-2926. Your medical report says that you beat the side of your head against your bedframe to knock out several molars, then you sharpened the roots of those teeth and used them to make incisions on your chest and belly. Apparently you peeled back the skin and left it hanging in flaps. D-2926: Yes. Kuznetsov: The injuries to your wrists and legs were caused by - by you tearing them open with your remaining teeth. When the orderlies found you, you were attempting to link the exposed arteries from your left wrist to those in your right ankle. You had bitten off part of your tongue, which was found in one of the wounds on your chest. D-2926: That's correct. Kuznetsov: And despite these injuries, you claim that the anomaly did not give you suicidal thoughts? D-2926: Doctor, whatever the faults in the work, it does not make me feel suicidal. On the contrary, I feel inspired. Kuznetsov: Inspired? To self-harm? D-2926: To new creation. Footnotes 1. The metal used in SCP-4642 is characteristic of anomalies associated with GoI-192 (Мясной цирк / "Meat Circus")(eg SCP-1016-RU, SCP-1063-RU and SCP-1695). However the anomaly was not recovered in conjunction with a note from the Person of Interest known as "F", which have been found with other "Meat Circus" anomalies (eg SCP-1249-RU and SCP-1296-RU). Investigation is ongoing. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4642" by psul, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4642. 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-4643 | neutralized | SCP-4643 - The Wheel of Fire Article about an interview with a tv pastor that summons Jesus. I'll fill this out more later. Image Credits All image edits were made by me, djkaktus. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} BY ORDER OF THE OVERSEER COUNCIL The following file is Level 2/4643 Classified Unauthorized access is forbidden. 4643 Item#: 4643 Level2 Containment Class: neutralized Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: {$disruption-class} Risk Class: {$risk-class} link to memo Reverend William Wells (left) and Avery Dean (right). Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force USCALA Site-103 Jared Blake Sylvia Morrison N/A Special Containment Procedures: All recordings of SCP-4643 are contained in a secure climate-controlled vault at Site-103. Foundation Information Control agents are to monitor web traffic for discussion of SCP-4643. Any additional recordings are to be collected and remitted to RAISA technicians for verification and containment. Description: SCP-4643 was a recorded interview between late night television host Avery Dean and evangelical Christian minister Reverend William "Willy" Wells on January 16th, 1966. The interview, originally taped for the program "Late Nights with Avery Dean", lasts sixteen minutes and thirty-six seconds. Anomalous activity present near the end of the footage resulted in the disappearance of the host, the guest, much of the audience and the majority of the crew of the show. Addendum 4643.1: Background The January 16th, 1966 shooting of "Late Nights with Avery Dean" was originally intended to feature guest Jason Robards, who was in the middle of a press tour for the film A Thousand Clowns. However, when Robards had to cancel due to illness, show producer Jack Coffman contacted American evangelical Christian missionary Reverend William "Willy" Wells to come on the show instead. Reverend Wells had just completed a much publicized mission to Borneo, and had not yet been interviewed by any major news network. This was due in part to reports of brutality between Wells' missionaries and the local Dayak population. One week prior to the January 16th taping of "Late Nights", CBS President Michael Dann had released a public statement condemning the mission while stating, "…we do not intend to give any platform to individuals who believe it is acceptable to take the kind of reckless actions against an indigenous people, like those we've had reported of Mr. Wells and his following." Despite this, Coffman went forward with scheduling Wells, who accepted the invitation. Addendum 4643.2: Interview Transcript Note: The following is a transcript of the January 16th, 1966 recording of "Late Nights with Avery Dean". Camera pans across the stage as music plays. The host Avery Dean comes out from backstage and greets the audience, who claps. Dean: Hello hello hello folks! Thank you, thank you, you're very kind. I am Avery Dean, and thank you for joining us tonight on Late Nights. We've got a really grand show for you tonight, really grand. Pop Baxter and the Late Night band is here with us tonight! Audience applauds. Band plays a short stinger. Dean: And we're pleased to have with us tonight a real character; you know him from his book Summons of the Nations, Why God Has Stopped Calling and his recently, much discussed mission to the Island of Borneo- (audience murmurs) -yes, yes, well, tonight we're going to get to the bottom of it. Let's go ahead and get into it, ladies and gentlemen, Reverend Willy Wells! Polite applause from the audience. Band plays a short piece as William Wells enters from stage left. He smiles and waves at the audience, then takes a seat to the left of Avery Dean's desk. Dean: Reverend Wells, yes, thank you for joining us tonight, we all sure do appreciate you taking the time. Wells: No, no, thank you Avery. It's been a real pleasure, your folks have been, have been real great so far. Real great. Dean: Reverend Wells, let's talk about your mission work. You've been all over the world now- Wells: Oh yes, all kinds of places. Audience laughs. Dean: -and you've endured no small amount of hardship to do what you do, so I guess my first question is to ask why you do it? Wells: Well Avery, first off I believe that God the Father has called us all, each of us, one by one to act in the betterment of his church here on Earth. Now, I think most folks probably don't uh, don't really see that call the same way I do. I take it very seriously, you know, it's not just a calling to me, it's a charge. Divine instruction, so yes, I do it because I know that God the Father Almighty has directed me to do so. Dean: Did he call, or did it come in the mail? Audience laughs. Wells: (Laughs) Well you know, that's funny. When I was younger I was a real out of control punk, and got into all kinds of trouble. I remember one time, I was running with some other boys a little older than me, and we broke into this little church. We were going to steal from their office, but when we got there we were stopped by a figure in the darkness who told us to leave, or be cursed by God. The boys I was with left in a hurry, but I stayed and begged forgiveness. I wanted to be a tool for God, not a tool for Satan. So no, not quite a phone call. Audience laughs uncomfortably. Dean: You are the uh, well, you've been the subject of some scrutiny recently after this trip to Borneo, let's hear a little bit about that trip. Wells: It was a really good experience, Avery. A really good one. We were met with kindness by the locals, who wanted nothing more than to see and hear the word of the Lord. It's a beautiful country there, Avery, really really beautiful. You wouldn't believe how beautiful God's creation can be. Dean: Well sure Willy, but I think what everybody wants to know is what uh, what happened out there in the jungle that has got- got folks so worked up? Wells: Well, Avery, look- (pauses) I have, I think, a real moral imperative not just to the people we're spreading the word of God to, but also my parishioners, to make all the effort possible to reach these people. These- these people, Avery, they're wallowing in their own filth. Walking around naked, speaking in their backwards tongues, eating dirt out of the ground. They are an unclean populace. In the book of Isaiah, chapter one verse sixteen, it is said, "Wash yourselves; make yourselves clean; remove the evil of your deeds from before my eyes; cease to do evil." These people, Avery, these people are being commanded by God to make themselves clean, and they won't. They just won't do it. A few of them, we got a few of them to look at a Bible for a little while by giving them some shiny trinkets, but none of them - none of them cared. They didn't understand. We put a Bible in the hand of every man, woman and child that we saw and they were not compelled to give their lives to Him. How can a person be so arrogant as to not be compelled by the literal, divinely inspired word of God Himself? Dean: I don't know Willy, it just seems like- Wells: No, I'll tell you what it seems like, Avery. We're out there doing the work of the LORD, Avery, the work of the LORD OUR GOD, every single day. We spent money we didn't have, to- (grunts slightly) -to go out into that desolate jungle to meet those barbarians who didn't even so much as listen to this impossible gift we were giving them. Second Corinthians chapter six, verse fourteen and fifteen, "Do not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or what fellowship has light with darkness? What accord has Christ with Belial? Or what portion does a believer share with an unbeliever?" This is the word of God, Avery. These people, after everything we offered them and all the work we did to get to them, they still resisted us. Resisted the Lord God Himself. And then we come back home, and what do they call us? What do the television networks and newspapers call us? Butchers. What butchery is it when a man answers the call of the living God? Dean: Hey, calm down Willy. We're just trying to find out… We just want to know what you did to those people? Wells: Look, look. Avery, how could you understand? You weren't there. God appeared to me and told me that they could still be saved. Now, if you had spent all that time and all that money to get to a place, just to find that all your efforts were going to be resisted by a group of… of apes, but then God Himself came and told you there was still a chance, wouldn't you do that? Wouldn't you take the chance to save those people? Dean: I just don't- Wells: Answer the question, Avery. Audience murmurs uncomfortably. Dean looks towards the side of the stage. A bead of sweat appears on his forehead. Dean: Well I don't know, Willy. I don't know, I can't say I've ever been in that position. Wells: No. No, you haven't, because just like those beasts in the jungle you have resisted God. All of you have, all of you have heard the word of your creator speaking to you and chosen to turn away. Each of you have. (Pauses) God said, that if we gave their bodies to Him like the Kingdom of Israel did when offering the fattened calf, then they… they could be spared the fires of Hell. He promised me this, so we built the pyres high- Dean: Oh my god, you- Wells: -and the men, the ones who resisted, we put them down first, with the women and children on top, and they- Audience begins to shout and stand out of their seats. Dean is now gesturing towards the side of the stage. Wells: -screamed, and they screamed, and it was like music, Avery. That was the music of atonement. God was taking that fire and putting it into their bodies and burning out all of the devil inside them to make them clean. Psalm chapter fifty-one, verse seven, "Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean; wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow." We did this for them, all of them. (Shouts over the crowd) Don't you understand? Don't you understand? They're in Heaven now! They're in heaven! Dean: I think, I think we're done, Willy, I think you need to get off of my- Wells: No we are not done. I didn't come here so you could get me to sing and dance like one of your circus acts or negro performers. I found something in that forest, Avery. Something that I had only dreamed of prayed for my entire life, ever since I was begging in the darkness to be spared by God. I found the power to be his judgement. (Pauses) I came here so that I could bring the same blessing to all of you, and so everyone can see- everyone across this country can see what the Lord wants of you. I will save you. Wells removes his shirt, revealing a large, inverted cross-shaped brand on his chest. The audience begins to rush towards the stage as a plume of fire bursts from the cross-shaped brand. The fire streaks out around him until it connects with itself, forming a violent band of flames. Avery Dean is caught in the flames and stumbles backwards, desperately trying to smother the flames. Wells: I am Elijah! I am Elijah! Come, chariots of fire! The spinning plume of fire begins to expand as panicked audience members rush the exits. The flames cascade over the top of them, setting fire to everything it touches. As more and more people collapse and burn, a high pitched sound is picked up on the recording equipment. A man stumbles into frame near the front of the audience, his body burning, and points something towards Wells. There is the sound of a gunshot over the roaring of the flames, and the fire instantly goes out. Wells stumbles backwards, blood pooling out of a hole in his chest over his heart. Wells: What-? The man collapses onto the stage, arms still outstretched. The man with the gun falls forwards and stops moving. Wells pulls himself up on the leg of a chair into a seated position, his left hand idly touching the place on his chest where he was shot. He looks around the room. Everyone else in the studio has stopped moving. There is a quick movement behind Wells, and a figure comes into view. It is tall and gaunt, with pitch black skin and dark red eyes. It does not move after appearing, though Wells does turn to face it. As he does, he gestures at his chest. Wells: Lord? A pit suddenly opens up beneath Wells, and bright flames burst out of it. He screams and writhes in the air for a moment, before disappearing into the darkness. As he vanishes, the pit disappears as well. The figure in the darkness lingers for a moment more, and then disappears. Remaining cameras continue to function for an additional sixteen minutes before the last working camera fails due to fire damage. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4643" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4643. 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-4644 | euclid | Junior Researcher Jamie retrieving an escaped tame SCP-4644 instance. A wild SCP-4644 instance; altitude estimated at 1,700 meters. Item #: SCP-4644 Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation outpost (Outpost 4644) has been established near the Kuroshima Research Station of the Sea Turtle Association of Japan, and equipped with three large open-air aviaries for SCP-4644 containment. Traditional Japanese butsudan1 are to be housed and maintained in each aviary. Each shrine is to be accompanied by portraits of deceased marine scientists or other environmentalists from the local area who have contributed to pollution reduction and marine life population research. Foundation seacraft stationed near the Japanese islands are to report any new SCP-4644 sightings to Outpost 4644. New instances of SCP-4644 that reach the outpost are to be greeted by the research team and directed to one of the aviaries. Any other spotted wild SCP-4644 instances are to be captured and transferred to Outpost 4644, with care taken to avoid damage or stress. At the conclusion of the annual sea turtle nesting season, all captive SCP-4644 instances are to be released into the open air. Following the mating activities, Foundation personnel are to collect any remains of the SCP-4644 instances, and store these materials at Outpost 4644 for further analysis. Non-anomalous turtles manifested as a result of SCP-4644 are to be counted for records-keeping, and allowed to return to the waters they were spawned near. Side-by-side comparison of male (left) and female (right) SCP-4644 instances, with elder (clear) coloration. Description: SCP-4644 is the collective designation for a population of anomalous kites capable of autonomous movement. All SCP-4644 instances possess the shape of a rokkaku (hexagonal) kite, with matured "adults" reaching up to 2 meters in length. SCP-4644 instances theorized to be males (based on observed behaviors) reach a length of 6 meters including their decorative tails. Newly manifested SCP-4644 instances possess a more opaque and clouded coloration than older instances. By stretching and contracting their thin skin-like covering, SCP-4644 can manipulate their overall body shape, allowing them to maneuver through air currents and reaching altitudes of over 2,000 meters. SCP-4644 individuals do not appear to require sleep, and have a substantial level of intelligence, as tamed instances are able to recognize the faces of their caretakers and respond well to recall training. The majority of an SCP-4644 instance's daily routine consists of sunning itself while perched at a high location and lifting off for short gliding flights. It is noted that with more time spent in open air, the semi-translucent covering of SCP-4644 instances gradually becomes clearer and more transparent. The first Foundation sighting of an SCP-4644 instance was in June of 1970. Based on observation accounts, it is believed that new SCP-4644 manifest directly from the waters surrounding the Japanese islands, typically in areas of concentrated ocean pollution debris. The SCP-4644 instances will then gradually seek out other members of a group to travel with until they reach a landmass with a Buddhist shrine. Charted flight patterns indicate that SCP-4644 appear to exhibit a preference for shrines in rural areas with lower rates of average air pollution, and will attempt to avoid industrialized areas. Close view of young (clouded) adult male SCP-4644. During the months of June through October, SCP-4644 instances will leave the land and congregate over open water. Male and female pairs will perform an aerial courtship dance, and will ascend to a higher altitude while parallel to each other and in a spiraling and synchronized manner. During this event, the covering of both SCP-4644 instances becomes almost completely transparent. Due to the extreme height and infrequent mating, what transpires afterwards is unknown. Captured instances will not exhibit this behavior inside the containment aviaries. Non-anomalous turtle produced by SCP-4644 instances. Approximately 1 hour after the initial ascent, both the male and female SCP-4644 will rapidly fall to the shoreline. Closer examinations of the crash sites have recovered pieces of high-density polyethylene plastic, fragments of decayed turtle shell scutes, and a torn scrap of an omamori2 paper talisman. Within the next hour, two to eight hatchling Hawksbill sea turtles (Eretmochelys imbricata) will emerge from the same area of sand and make their way towards the open ocean. These turtles have been confirmed to be non-anomalous. Currently, researchers at Outpost 4644 have collected enough omamori scraps from SCP-4644 remains to create a rough reconstruction of the full paper talisman. Based on their design, the charms carry the kanai-anzen focus, for "safety or well-being of one's family and peace and prosperity in the household", as well as a woodblock signature bearing the kanji 龍神 (Ryūjin), the name of the mythological Japanese guardian deity of the sea. Footnotes 1. Shrines associated with Japanese Buddhist cultures, commonly found in temples and homes and used to pay respects to family members who have passed away. 2. A Japanese amulet commonly sold at Shinto shrines and Buddhist temples, dedicated to particular Shinto kami (worshiped spirits or phenomena embodying elements of the landscape, forces of nature, or the qualities that these beings express) as well as Buddhist figures, and said to provide various forms of luck or protection. |
SCP-4645 | euclid | Wherein the horror of modern technology manifests itself in largely ineffective ways. Calibold SCP-4645 — Blackmailing Computer Calibold's Mega Cool Author Page A screenshot of an SCP-4645-1 instance. (Click and hold to enlarge) ✖ Item #: SCP-4645 Special Corntainment Procedures: SCP-4645 is currently contained in an electromagnetically sealed observation room in Site-15. Every four days, a Mirren digital mnemohazard is to be installed into SCP-4645. SCP-4645 must always be under watch by at least one researcher or guard from 7:00 A.M. until the SCP-4645-1 instance is generated, upon which it is to be recorded and sent immediately to the Site Director. If the Site Director deems the recorded threat to be of significant danger, it is to be sent to the O5 Council, which will vote on whether or not to meet its demand. Under no other circumstances are SCP-4645's demands to be met. Due to its targeted attacks on Foundation operations, SCP-4645 is designated and treated as a Gevurah1-class disruption. Description: SCP-4645 is an Apple MacBook Air Site-15 standard computer terminal. With the exception of being able to run indefinitely without a consistent power supply or proper maintenance, as well as its primary anomalous abilities, SCP-4645 functions as a standard computer of its type, and has shown no signs of any anomalous origins or tampering. Every day between 7:00 A.M. and noon, SCP-4645 generates an instance of SCP-4645-1. SCP-4645-1 is a Pages Foundation Text Editor document. SCP-4645-1 consists of two parts: the "demand" and the "threat," and is formatted as follows2: To the SCP Foundation: I am demanding that [demand]. If my demand is not met, then [threat]. Good day. Due to the first-person phrasing of the SCP-4645-1 instance, as well as the reactions it has shown to some external stimuli, it is theorized that SCP-4645 is sentient, although there is no definitive proof that any form of sentience in regards to it exists. SCP-4645 has so far made no attempts at communication with personnel, nor has it shown any response to active attempts at communicating with it. SCP-4645's demands are usually actions that would be heavily detrimental to the Foundation, result in extreme loss of life, require inordinate amounts of expense or effort to complete, or cause a major change in the general world order. Examples have included: Executing members of the O5 Council (see image above) or other valuable Foundation personnel. The release of various SCP objects. Placing the Foundation under the command of various Groups or Persons of Interest. The overthrow of various world governments. Additionally, the demand consists of a deadline, always between 5:00 P.M. to 10:00 P.M. In contrast, all of SCP-4645's "threats" have been comically benign in comparison, and are never any more than minor annoyances. Examples of threats have included: The closing of Site-15's salad bar for an entire day (see image above). All personnel stubbing their toe at least once throughout the day. Extremely poor internet connection. Various utilities failing. SCP-4645 is also capable of targeting individuals with threats; however, its influence has not been seen to extend beyond Site-15. Of note is that both threats and demands have been repeated in some cases, suggesting that there may be some methodology or goal to SCP-4645's actions; whether this is the result of SCP-4645's possible sentience or the design of a third party is unknown. If SCP-4645's demands are not met by the established deadline, the text of the SCP-4645-1 instance changes to simply read "Time's Up." At midnight, the SCP-4645-1 instance is deleted. The following day, a new SCP-4645-A event is initiated, wherein the threat given by SCP-4645 is always fulfilled either throughout or at some point during the day, depending on the nature of the threat; no attempts at controlling or halting threats have succeeded, and the event cycle has been taking place for as long as the Foundation has been researching SCP-4645. Addendum 4645.1: Following an SCP-4645-A event that reset all Foundation terminals to factory settings, Researcher Ferris Jaeger entered SCP-4645's containment and proceeded to smash SCP-4645 with a sledgehammer, yelling obscenities and curses as he did so3. Guards were able to quickly detain him, but not before he had damaged SCP-4645 to the point of irreparability. Following the incident, it was discovered that SCP-4645 was able to transplant itself into the nearest Foundation computer terminal at the time. The computer terminal retained the ability to run without a power supply, and was subsequently moved into SCP-4645's initial containment unit. Notably, aside from the changes in the anomalous properties and behavior, no physical changes were found in the affected computer terminal. For thirty-four days after the incident, SCP-4645 demanded various forms of punishment for Researcher Jaeger, including his execution, several methods of torture, being contained with a variety of Keter-class anomalies, or imposing similar punishments on members of his family. Addendum 4645.2: As of 06/18/2018, the danger of SCP-4645's threats has increased slightly yet noticeably. Currently, this is regarded as a low-priority issue. Addendum 4645.3: On 08/11/2018, it was discovered that SCP-4645's range of effect had been growing at a rate of approximately 1 meter per day. Additionally, its threat level had increased dramatically. Of note is that its demands have remained fairly consistent, in spite of its ever-growing threats. Addendum 4645.4: Beginning on 09/04/2018, SCP-4645 has begun to cause actively harmful SCP-4645-A events. Examples of new threats include: Researcher Yvonne Ferris being hit by a car, breaking both of her legs and multiple ribs Influenza outbreak within Site-15 Gas leak explosion, resulting in 9 injuries; two personnel ended up suffering permanent damage Due to its ever-increasing threat level, SCP-4645 has been reclassified as Keter, and research is underway to determine a method to neutralize the object. Addendum 4645.5: Neutralization Attempts: The following is a log of attempts to neutralize SCP-4645 or its effects. Neutralization Attempt 4645/1 Method: Relocation of SCP-4645 to a remote destination. SCP-4645 was placed in a waterproof container to prevent it being damaged, and was lowered to the bottom of the ocean. SCP-4645 was left open with a camera facing the monitor to record its behavior. Result: Failure. SCP-4645-1 instance was generated, followed by the corresponding SCP-4645-A event. Notably, the SCP-4645-A event still took place in Site-15, suggesting that its effects are centered at Site-15 regardless of its own location. Neutralization Attempt 4645/2 Method: Temporary evacuation of Site-15. All anomalous objects were transported out of Site-15. Result: Failure. Subsequent SCP-4645-A effect centered at Site-58, where the majority of Site-15 personnel were located. Neutralization Attempt 4645/3 Method: Controlled electromagnetic pulse, isolated within SCP-4645's containment unit. Result: Failure. SCP-4645 remained powered during and after the pulse. Neutralization Attempt 4645/4 Method: Infection of SCP-4645 and its anomalous traits using SCP-560. Result: Failure. SCP-560 remained within its storage medium, and did not attempt to access SCP-4645. The reason for this is unknown. Addendum 4645.6: The following proposal was submitted to the Site Director on 11/20/2018, from Senior Researcher Andrea Mirren: With the continuously growing danger of SCP-4645, we have been slowly realizing that it could be impossible for SCP-4645 to be completely neutralized. At its current rate, SCP-4645 may be capable of causing a K-Class scenario within the next year. Certainly, it has warranted our complete attention. What once was little more than a mild annoyance and something that could easily go unobserved, to the point where it would hardly seem to exist, it has now demanded that we focus on it. Whether it wants us to keep observing it or if it has greater goals in mind remains unsolved, but regardless, we cannot afford to ignore it. Soon enough, it may be more threatening than we can handle. However, we may have had a breakthrough. Up until now it's been assumed that SCP-4645 was capable of doing more powerful things because its power was somehow growing. But there may be another answer. One standing theory is that SCP-4645 is sentient, and that there is some kind of intelligence inside it, rather than a randomly generated sequence of threats and demands. It's entirely possible that the reason SCP-4645 has been increasing its threat level is that it's learning, that it's trying to know the exact limit at which we'll meet its demands. If it's learning, like we believe, then destroying its memories would place it back where it began. Even though we can't delete its memories like with a conventional computer, its sapience may mean that it is susceptible to memetics. Our team is currently working to develop a digital mnemohazard4, one that would cause SCP-4645 to forget everything that it had learned. It would still have an effect, but it would be reduced to its former state of mild annoyance. As long as the mnemohazard was frequently installed, SCP-4645 could never return to being a significant threat. The proposal was accepted, and on 11/29/2018, the Mirren digital mnemohazard was developed and installed into SCP-4645. The subsequent SCP-4645 instance read as follows: To the SCP Foundation: I am demanding that Sites 01, 07, 17, and 19 be demolished with all of their residents and workers inside by 9:02 P.M. today. If my demand is not met, then the Minecraft accounts of everyone in Site-15 will be deleted. Good day. Special Containment Procedures were updated, and SCP-4645 reclassified as Euclid. Footnotes 1. Item endangers the inner structure of the Foundation and limits the ability of the Foundation to carry out its secondary objectives. 2. All SCP-4645 instances are written in the Pages Foundation Text Editor default format. 3. Investigation revealed that Researcher Jaeger had been directly affected by a high proportion of SCP-4645's fulfilled threats, and had been working at Site-15 consistently since before SCP-4645 had been contained there. 4. 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SCP-4646 | safe | What happened? With the world, I mean? close Info X SCP-4646: Sing Me a Song for the End of the World Author: Tufto. More of their work can be found here. Item #: SCP-4646 Special Containment Procedures 30/12/2059: Due to the ongoing XK-Class End-of-the-world Scenario, containment of SCP-4646 is a low priority. Agent Cartwright has been assigned to containment due to his experience with temporal anomalies and because his present physical state does not enable him to aid Protocol Fallen Star. His only duties are to limit public knowledge of SCP-4646 in order to prevent any panic among the civilian population. Due to the nature of its effects, no personnel born before 31/12/1981 are to enter SCP-4646. Description: SCP-4646 is an abandoned house in the town of Blue Fox, Montana. SCP-4646 was constructed at some point in the mid-1950s, but due to the loss of records in the Scarlet Nights of 2042, the precise date is unknown. Blue Fox is a town of 212 inhabitants; most of these possess some knowledge of SCP-4646's anomalous properties. When entering SCP-4646 between 17:00 on the 31st of December and 6:00 on the 1st of January of any year, all individuals will travel through time to the house as it was at the corresponding time on 31st December 1999 and 1st of January 2000. Exiting SCP-4646 at any point or staying until the end of the activation period will return the individual to the corresponding time in their own era. Within SCP-4646, the scene is usually described as a large New Year's party intended to celebrate the advent of the millenium. While within SCP-4646, all individuals will find their physical condition and clothing altered to resemble their state on 31st December 1999; this does not affect other items brought into SCP-4646. Despite the large numbers of people from the last 60 years who have been within SCP-4646 during its period of activation, no overcrowding has ever been reported or experienced. The circumstances surrounding SCP-4646's creation were unknown until 27/12/2059, when Blue Fox resident and former member of the now-defunct Are We Cool Yet? Stacy Mackintosh confessed her involvement to Agent Cartwright. No further action is deemed necessary. Addendum 1: The following is a log of an interview between Agent Cartwright and Stacy Mackintosh. Date: 30/12/2059 Location: Agent Cartwright's Residence, Blue Fox, Montana Interviewed: Ms. Stacy Mackintosh Interviewer: Agent Frank Cartwright <Begin Log> Agent Cartwright: Hey, Stacy. Ms. Mackintosh: Hey, Frank. How's the leg holding up? Agent Cartwright: Yeah, yeah, very funny. Thanks for doing this. Ms. Mackintosh: Sure, nothing else planned. Not sure why you're still doing this, though. Agent Cartwright: Honest to God, neither am I. Anyway. First question. Ms. Mackintosh: Shoot. Agent Cartwright: When did you first, er, make the house like it is? Ms. Mackintosh: Ahh, on the night itself. 1999. I was 18, barely affiliated with aw-see, but I'd been doing little projects for year. My sis and I, we thought it'd be fun. Don't know if it was "art" as such, but we knew how to use the flow to shift the "an" part around. Agent Cartwright: You "thought it'd be fun"? That was it? Ms. Mackintosh: Sure. I mean, it wasn't that hard to access the flow, and it's quite simple, really. Just a bit of time alteration. Didn't require me to think through anything deep. It was all fun and games, until- until we were in there. Agent Cartwright: Not a good party? Ms. Mackintosh: Heh, you could say that. Mind if I smoke? Agent Cartwright: Amazed you've lasted as long as you have, breathing that shit in. Go ahead. Not like I'm going to be here long enough for it to hurt me any more. Ms. Mackintosh: Naw, don't talk like that, Frank. Ms. Mackintosh lights a cigarette, and begins to smoke. Ms. Mackintosh: The party was fine. Great, even. Loads of people, but I'd made it so it always seemed like the perfect number for whoever was there. It was amazing. People'd clearly heard about the party, and they'd brought all sorts of shit for us in the past. Music from the future, weird alcohol, phones from years before they were a thing. I saw a dozen identical versions of a dozen people I know. It was wild. At first. Agent Cartwright: What happened? Ms. Mackintosh: I met someone. Someone I knew. Dave, from down the grocery store. Agent Cartwright: I know Dave. Good guy. Ms. Mackintosh: Yeah. Well. You weren't there when we were young, but he used to be the life and soul of any party. I met a bunch of versions of him that were. But then I met another one, who was all quiet and sad. Said he came from- well, from now. 2059. Agent Cartwright: Well, good to know whatever token efforts to contain this thing I was going to try don't work. Ms. Mackintosh: Not sure that wouldn't be a good thing, Frank. He told me that every time he came in, he tried to find people from the future. Himself from the future. And they stopped in 2059. A long silence ensues for several minutes. Agent Cartwright: Do you have family out at- I mean, I have contacts, I can see if- Ms. Mackintosh: I don't think your contacts are around any more. Agent Cartwright: Yeah. Ms. Mackintosh: What happened? With the world, I mean? We only get bits of information here. Being civilians and all that. Agent Cartwright: I don't know much more than you. I lost my leg in the Scarlet Nights, and they shipped me out here. Things just… got worse. That happens, sometimes. Eldritch horrors, things the Foundation made, death cults, or people just being people. Not sure there was ever going to be just one thing that killed us. Ms. Mackintosh: Yeah. I just… Agent Cartwright: I know. But it doesn't help to know. Ms. Mackintosh: Yeah. Another long silence ensues. Ms. Mackintosh: Stars are bright tonight. Agent Cartwright: I suppose there was never that much light pollution here, even before it all started. But there would have been enough… I like to look outside and pretend it's long ago. When we were children, we could never see the Milky Way, but I remember our parents used to tell me about what the sky looked like. Ms. Mackintosh: You're Irish, right? I always thought the sky was clearer in Ireland. Things always seemed nicer over there. Agent Cartwright: Not in Dublin. Maybe out west. Ms. Mackintosh: Weird they told you it "used to look" like that if you could just drive over there. Agent Cartwright: Distance felt different to us. And besides, people used to say all kinds of shit back then. Ms. Mackintosh: Remember how much they hated millenials? Agent Cartwright: Oh god. Ms. Mackintosh: Hehehe. Those were the days. Agent Cartwright: Yeah. They really were. Agent Cartwright lets out a long sigh. Agent Cartwright: Won't be many stars to see soon. Or people to see them. Ms. Mackintosh: Well, that's what the party's for. Agent Cartwright: What do you mean? Ms. Mackintosh: Something that always bothered me was how easy the flow came for something that wasn't art. It's doable, but usually you have to justify it somehow. Make it feel like art when you move it. But with the party, it was so easy. Was years before I realised why. Agent Cartwright: It's a testament, I guessed. Ms. Mackintosh: Yeah. All the years. All the people growing up and moving out, finding jobs and lives way away or staying put in their home town. Coming back to 1999 and remembering when they were young. When it was the edge of the millenium, and life had so much promise. You look out of the windows, and- well, I never thought I'd feel nostalgia for an empty sky. It was art, in its own way. A remembrance of a dying world for when it was still young. Agent Cartwright: You've sure got a way with words, Stace. Ms. Mackintosh: Ah, shut it, Frank. You gonna come tomorrow, or try to stop us? Agent Cartwright: I think… I'll put in an appearance. Would be nice to- would be nice. <End Log> Addendum 2: At 17:04 on 31/12/2059, Stacy Mackintosh and Agent Cartwright entered SCP-4646. At 17:09, the flowers began to bloom. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4646" by Tufto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4646. 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-4647 | euclid | SCP-4647 Item #: SCP-4647 Special Containment Procedures: Access to portions of U.S. Route 6 have been limited using detours. Undercover Foundation agents are to amnesticize drivers who experience SCP-4647's anomaly. SCP-4647-1 instances are to be tracked down upon manifestation, contained in impact-resistant containers, and removed from SCP-4647 as soon as feasible. Description: SCP-4647 is a 11.9 km segment of U.S. Route 6 in White Pine County, Nevada. Any vehicle entering SCP-4647 at night has a small chance to exhibit certain anomalous effects. Norepinephrine1 levels in the driver increase by up to 150%. Vehicles, regardless of model, become capable of top speeds of up to 350 kph. Drivers claim to see an oversized monster truck, of variable appearance, pursuing them. The truck can only be perceived through the car's mirrors; drivers turning their heads or using cameras do not see it. Following initial sighting of the truck, drivers report the truck overtaking them, despite their vehicle's increased speed. When the truck in the mirror reaches the car, one of the car's mirrors will shatter, and a small (~5-20 cm tall) version of the truck, designated SCP-4647-1, will exit the surface of the mirror at speeds exceeding 400 kph. Instances emerging from the rearview mirror tend to break through the rear window and exit the car. Testing has shown the size of SCP-4647-1 instances to be inversely proportional to the size of the initial vehicle. SCP-4647-1 instances are driverless and fully capable of self-locomotion, and will attempt to drive into the surrounding wilderness upon exiting the mirror. On 01/22/1999, a test was conducted, placing a large upright mirror in the road directly in the path of a newly-formed SCP-4647-1 instance. Upon making contact with the mirror, the instance became subject to SCP-4647's effect itself, causing a second, much larger SCP-4647-1 instance to emerge from inside it. This process repeated rapidly, generating alternating smaller and larger instances, until 89 SCP-4647-1 instances, with sizes varying from 1 cm to 8.8 m, had manifested. All instances were identical, discounting size, and rapidly crashed into one another, crushing or demolishing most instances. Several instances had only partially emerged from mirrors before colliding with portions of other trucks. Manifestations ended when all instances ceased motion and had no remaining intact mirrors. Footnotes 1. Neurotransmitter that increases alertness, heart rate, and blood pressure. |
SCP-4648 | safe | Item #: SCP-4648 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4648 is to be stored in a standard containment locker when not in use. Only personnel of Level 3 security clearance or higher are allowed to access and utilize SCP-4648 and SCP-4648-1 instances outside of approved testing. Each instance of SCP-4648-1 is to be sealed in a plastic folder and stored in low-risk anomalous item Storage Room 04 Locker 06 in Site-46. Following Test 10/Incident SCP-4648-1-S, (See Addendum 2) no subject considered emotionally unstable, or who has suffered a recent loss of any kind (eg. friend, family member, pet) is allowed access to SCP-4648. Each subject selected for testing is to be subjected to a psychological screening beforehand. Description: SCP-4648 is a Polaroid 600 - One Step Close Up camera. When SCP-4648 is used to capture photos of any non-human item, it functions as a regular polaroid camera. SCP-4648's anomalous properties manifest when it is used to capture photos of human beings. Photos taken of humans by SCP-4648 (designated SCP-4648-1) will not develop as an image of the subject, but will instead develop images that are reflective of the subject's internal emotional state, whether they acknowledge or are aware of these emotions. Upon development, SCP-4648-1 instances will animate. Images captured by SCP-4648 will, under most circumstances, behave in a manner typical of the item they depict. Sentient/sapient beings will retain the knowledge of their existing counterpart. SCP-4648-1 instances become highly resistant to physical damage once developed. Update as of 6/08/2017: It has been discovered through additional testing that SCP-4648-1 instances will transform based on the emotions the image was associated with. This can affect appearance, behavior, personality, sound, skill level, empathy, and knowledge of an image. Transformation specifics are usually subconsciously decided by the subject. Addendum 1: Abridged Test Log The following is an abridged log of the recorded tests involving SCP-4648. For the unabridged list, SCP-4648 Document-A. Test 2 Subject: Researcher Oliver Crane Image developed: A man and a male child. The man failed to animate; the child ran out of frame moments after initial animation. Notes - After the image was described to him, Researcher Crane informed that the people in the image were most likely him and his father. Test 4 Subject: D-76866 Image developed: A Canis lupis familiaris (domestic dog) of the German Shepherd breed sitting on a stack of bones. Notes - D-76866 stated that he owned a German Shepard as a child. Test 7 Subject: D-55092 Image developed: A recently deceased corpse of a human man with several blunt trauma wounds. The light in the window changed as time passed, seemingly following a twenty-four hour day. Notes - When shown the photo, D-55092 commented, “I’ve never seen him better.” Test 10 Subject: Dr. Todd Eicher Image developed: Recently deceased field researcher Jeremy “Spud” Rodgers. Notes - For further information regarding this test, see Addendum 2. Addendum 2: SCP-4648 Test 10 Follow-up Interviews The following documents provide further information about the events which transpired following SCP-4648 Test 10, or, "SCP-4648-1-S." VIDEO LOG Interviewed: SCP-4648-1-S Interviewer: Dr. Todd Eicher Foreword: The following interview was conducted two days after SCP-4648 Test 10 was initially preformed. <Begin Log> Dr. Eicher: So, S…SCP-4648…. [sighs] I can't do that. How are you, Jeremy? SCP-4648-1-S: [chuckles] I'm doing okay. I'm still processing this whole… new life thing. But, I think I get it. Dr. Eicher: I was actually gonna ask you about that, it's one of the required questions here. Does it feel different being a living photograph? Or, do you feel mostly the same? SCP-4648-1-S: I mean, yeah, but not that much. Even though I quickly realized I wasn't technically human anymore, things feel pretty much the same. Most notable change is it feels like I'm always looking out a window. Dr. Eicher: Alright. So, what's the last thing you remember? SCP-4648-1-S: We were preparing for extraction, started rushing for the exit. But we bit off more than we could chew. I was just about out when I woke up and.. I saw you. It felt like no time passed, but I knew better. So I paid no mind to that. I paid no mind to any of the confusion I felt; I was— am just really glad to see you again. Dr. Eicher: I am as well… incredibly happy. When I was informed of the outcome of that mission… I wasn't the same. My artwork— although nowadays are mostly doodles during free time, wasn't the same. My inspiration was gone. Even the minimal interactions I had once forced myself to have with others outside of assignments ceased. I was hoping wherever you were, you didn't know what had become of me. But there's no point in hiding it now. You're back. Maybe… life can be semi-okay, now. SCP-4648-1-S: [pauses] It's not that likely you'll be able to see me too often. With you working, and all. Which… sucks. I have absolutely nothing to do but think of what I'd rather be doing. Dr. Eicher: Hey, not often is better than not at all, right? SCP-4648-1-S: [laughs] You must really be happy, you're being optimistic. Dr. Eicher: What can I say? I thought I'd never see you again. I was gladly proven wrong. <End Log> Closing Statement: Dr. Eicher has been indefinitely prohibited from working with SCP-4648-1-S due to his lack of professionalism while in SCP-4648-1-S's presence. VIDEO LOG Interviewed: SCP-4648-1-S Interviewer: Dr. Stanley Diamond Foreword: The following interview was conducted a week after the previous interview with SCP-4648-1-S. <Begin Log> Dr. Diamond: SCP-4648-1-S, how are you? SCP-4648-1-S: Gee, I've been isolated away in a locker for— I don't actually know how long; long enough to bore me out of my skull. I'm just fine and dandy, Stan. Dr. Diamond: Someone has an attitude. SCP-4648-1-S: [furrows eyebrow] Do I seriously— Dr. Diamond: Just trying to loosen the mood. Now, I do have some questions for you. It would make things easier for both of us if you cooperate. SCP-4648-1-S: I'm pretty sure you're not stupid, and neither am I. So, we both know why I'm not going to do that. Dr. Diamond: Well, we both know that I don't have all day. Do you feel like the same person reanimated, or like you're in a different body? SCP-4648-1-S: I feel like I'm not going to answer that. Dr. Diamond: [sighs] You weren't this difficult last interview, and that one went fine. Just— SCP-4648-1-S: Todd interviewed me last time. I want to talk to him again. Dr. Diamond: SCP-4648-1-S, we've already informed you that Dr. Eicher is no longer allowed to work with you. SCP-4648-1-S: Yeah, I know. And I think that's fucking stupid. Why can't he? Dr. Diamond: Dr. Eicher acted unprofessional due to your past connection. SCP-4648-1-S: So he's being penalized for having feelings? You're close with some of your co-workers! Dr. Diamond: SCP-4648-1-S, this is different. We cannot have personal feelings potentially compromise our research. SCP-4648-1-S: What the hell are you gonna learn from me, anyways? What a talking photograph is like when angry? Dr. Diamond: That doesn't concern you. [stands up] I can talk to you again when you're willing to be more civil. SCP-4648-1-S: Oh no no no no, we're not done here. Do you know how big of a hypocrite you are? Everything he's not allowed to do, I'm not supposed to do, you do. Dr. Diamond: This is not about me. SCP-4648-1-S: It could be, but you're scared that I've seen through the facade. So you'd rather tear others lives' apart. Dr. Diamond: I will take my leave, now. Someone will be here to escort you back to your containment locker soon. [Dr. Diamond swiftly exits the room.] SCP-4648-1-S: Goddamnit! Good luck getting a word from me again, motherfuckers. <End Log> Closing Statement: Following this interview, all attempts of conversation with SCP-4648-1-S have proved unsuccessful. It is unknown if SCP-4648-S's attitude was present in its deceased counterpart or a result of reanimation. - Dr. Diamond See Update 6/08/2017 Addendum 3: SCP-4648-1-S Containment Breach On 6/02/2017, SCP-4648-1-S breached containment with the aid of Dr. Todd Eicher. VIDEO LOG DATE: 6/02/2017 NOTE: The following is the security footage from low-risk anomalous item Storage Room 04 Site-46. [BEGIN LOG] 00:54: Nothing notable occurs. 00:59: The door to locker 06 opens. Dr. Eicher opens and searches through the folders of SCP-4648-1 instances. 01:00: Dr. Eicher removes the folder containing SCP-4648-1-S, removing it from the folder. 01:00: [SCP-4648-1-S: Oh my god! …Todd? My… my prayers have been heard! Is it really you?] 01:01: [Dr. Eicher: It really is. We can celebrate later; there's no time to waste.] 01:02: Dr. Eicher returns the folder, shuts, and locks the locker. 01:02: [Dr. Eicher: Stay quiet. We can talk all we want once we get out of here, okay?] 01:02: [SCP-4648-1-S: Alright!] 01:03: Dr. Eicher puts SCP-4648-1-S in his coat pocket, and exits the room. [END LOG] The following morning, SCP-4648-1-S was reported missing, and security footage was examined. Dr. Todd Eicher has not returned to any Foundation facility since the event. SCP-4648-1-S is currently uncontained; Dr. Eicher’s whereabouts are unknown. Addendum 4: 02/24/2018 On 02/24/2018, the following message written in permanent marker was discovered on the inside of SCP-4648's locker door: Dear reader, It sure has been a while. When informed that my best friend died, I was absolutely shocked. I was broken, I was horrified, I was in denial, I was feeling many things. Any effort I had put into being sociable was gone; I poured it into my art, the one thing that kept me sane. Each day I looked forward to my breaks, as talking to Jeremy was the highlight of my day. No matter what mood I was in, it was replaced with a calm joy. When he was out on field missions, I would be slightly on edge. But, things always turned out alright. He returned. My fears came to life that day. But he came to life again to kill them. And I was not allowed to see him. Simply because I expressed my joy to see my friend again. I wouldn't stand for that. There was a part of me that was trapped by this place for so long. It took a tragedy for that part to break free into the light. I hope this puts things in perspective. As scientists, you love to analyze the reason why. Sincerely, you know exactly who P.S.: Shall intermittent vengeance arm again my right red hand? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4648" by Mew-ltiverse, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4648. 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-4649 | safe | Item #: SCP-4649 Level 3/4649 Classified Lead Researcher(s): Dr. Yuri Sobakin, Dr. Alena Koshka SCP-4649 at the commencement of an event in Grozny, Russia. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4649 is to be disassembled and transported to Site-77 for further testing. It is to be isolated within an underground bunker, located at least 500 meters from the main site, with access granted only to female security personnel with Level 3 clearance or higher. Members of the public who have attended events featuring SCP-4649 are to be amnesticised and relocated out of Grozny, Russia. UPDATE: PoI-4649 and her associates are to be considered Level 4 containment priorities. Under no circumstances are they to come into contact with SCP-4649. PoI-4649 (currently the only member in custody) is to be contained in a standard humanoid cell and supervised only by female Foundation staff. Description: SCP-4649 is an octagonal-ring, 9 meters across in diameter, normally utilised in Mixed Martial Arts (MMA) competition. The outer fencing is made of reinforced steel and its base comprises of plywood, foam, and canvas. The floor of the structure is suspended 1.2 meters off the ground. Any blood that comes into contact with the base of SCP-4649 dissipates within 24 hours, whether human in origin or otherwise. Inspection of the area directly beneath the structure shows no trace residue or stains. Following Absolute Championship Berkut 191, SCP-4649 has been found to induce increased aggression, adrenaline spikes and a dampening of neuro-inhibitors in biologically male subjects (See Addendum 4649-01 for more information). Discovery: The Foundation was alerted to the anomalous nature of "Absolute Championship Berkut" events in general after a total of 16 deaths were reported within a six-month period, with members of the audience comprising a quarter of the casualties. In addition, law enforcement records show spikes in arrests for violent assault, more than triple that for disorderly behaviour and an overwhelming number of complaints lodged for noise pollution whenever an ACB event was hosted in the area. The disappearance of blood from SCP-4649 was first attributed to a dedicated janitorial team, who was tasked with the removal of human fluids at the conclusion of each event. CCTV footage from the arena, however, showed no such janitorial interference. ▶ Addendum 4649-01: Initial Site Survey ⊟ Addendum 4649-01: Initial Site Survey Foreword: Lead Researchers, Dr. Yuri Sobakin (Male, 41) and Dr. Alena Koshka (Female, 35), posed as attendees at ACB 19: The Baltic Challenge. Footage was recorded using a handheld camera and sound levels of the crowd were measured using a digital recording device. For Reference: ACB 19: Official Fight Card # Weight Class Fight Scheduled 1 Lightweight (70 kg) Gedeon Tokov (RUS) vs. Ovdei Zając (RUS) 2 Middleweight (84 kg) Zoran Kasumov (RUS) vs. Ivan Baier (UKR) 3 Middleweight (84 kg) Yerik Umarov (RUS) vs. Iziaslav Azubekov (UZB) Co-Main Heavyweight (120 kg) Andrian Andryszak (RUS) vs. Zimiy Bashaev (KAZ) Main-Event Women's Bantamweight (57 kg) Thyia Jojua (GEO) vs. Kharysa Pevneva (RUS) [BEGIN LOG] [20:01]: Camera pans across sections of the stadium. Roughly 1,000 people in attendance. The lights have been dimmed, with only SCP-4649 illuminated by flood-lights in the center of the arena. Dr. Sobakin: Sound check, if you'd please, Alena. Dr. Koshka: Registered. About 85 decibels. Normal for a crowd like this. Dr. Sobakin: Reminds me of Griboyedovsky2, doesn't it? Dr. Koshka: Please, there were more people back then. [20:16]: The first fight commences: two Caucasian males trade punches and kicks within the confines of SCP-4649. [20:25]: The fighter in red inflicts a deep wound above his opponent's eye — first blood of the night. Despite the fighter in black bleeding profusely, the referee ignores the injury and waves for the fight to continue. [20:31]: The fighter in black goes down in the 2nd minute of the 3rd round. The fighter in red pins him down and continues raining punches down on him even though the fight is over. The referee restrains him after a minute has passed. Dr. Sobakin: Spike of 120 on the decibel-meter! Dr. Koshka: Feels like a chainsaw going off next to my ear. Dr. Sobakin: Zoom in on canvas. [20:33]: Camera captures multiple splotches of blood on the floor of SCP-4649. Dr. Koshka: Multiple incidences of high-velocity blood splatters within SCP-4649, and they already appear to be fading. Dr. Sobakin: Hmph. Definitely more blood on that shithead when he tried to hit on you at the bar last week. Dr. Koshka: Focus, Yuri. [20:45-21:33]: The second and third fights escalate in violence. The former lasts a full five rounds, whilst the latter only lasts sixty seconds. Both, however, feature the same amount of blood loss. SCP-4649 is three-quarters covered in blood by this point, making it difficult for the camera to focus on any one spot. Decibel readings rise to 130, similar to the roar of a jet's engines. Dr. Sobakin: Make sure you’re recording every inch of the floor, Koshka! Dr. Koshka: I’m trying! There’s just… so much… Dr. Sobakin: If you can't do it properly, maybe I should take over! [22:05]: The fourth fight commences. One of the fighters repeatedly throws his opponent down to the canvas before targeting his face with punches. Both fighters become completely covered in blood, of which its origins cannot be determined by this point of time. Dr. Koshka: (muffled) Decibel readings are through the roof! 140 and rising! If this continues, we’ll go deaf, Yuri! Yuri?! [22:15]: Camera pans to the right, where Dr. Sobakin is seen to be on his feet, screaming and shouting along with the rest of the crowd. His face extremely flushed. Dr. Sobakin: KILL HIM! KILL THE BASTARD! [22:16]: Camera whips to the left, where a brawl erupts between two men in the stands. Dr. Koshka: Yuri! Perhaps we should terminate the operation and— Dr. Sobakin: Quiet! The main event is starting! Make sure you film the mothers properly! [22:17]: Camera shaky as it pans back to SCP-4649. The music is so loud that nothing else can be heard in the arena. Two women make their way down the aisles from opposite sides, with rows of spectators bowing and swaying in sync with the music. [22:19]: Sound-recording device shows a consistent reading of 150 decibels (a thunderclap repeatedly going off) with each beat of the speakers. The device also captures Dr. Koshka's breathing, close to the mic. [22:20]: The main event begins. The camera shakes as the stadium erupts in a frenzy. Dr. Koshka’s panicked gasps can be heard as she struggles to keep the camera focused on SCP-4649. The female fighters tear into each other, repeatedly throwing each other down into the congealed blood beneath their feet. [22:25]: Camera captures a mass brawl occurring in the lower stands. People are climbing over and tackling each other to the ground. Dr. Sobakin lunges at someone in the row in front. [22:29]: Dr. Koshka turns the camera up towards her face. Dr. Koshka: (shouts) Help me!! He's gone crazy! Everyone is killing—! [22:30]: Dr. Sobakin grabs the camera, grinding his teeth into the feed. Both his ears are bleeding from either side. Dr. Sobakin: BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD! BLOOD FOR THE MOTHERS! [22:31]: Koshka screams as the handheld camera falls to the floor. The last shot captures an out-of-focus SCP-4649 at a distance, the entire floor covered in blood, as one of the female fighters rips something off the other woman's shoulders. [22:32]: Camera feed cuts. [END LOG] Kharysa Pevneva in the aftermath of her first-degree murder of Thyia Jojua within the confines of SCP-4649. Later, when interrogated, she claimed to have no memory of her actions. ▶ Addendum 4649-02: Related Newspaper Excerpts ⊟ Addendum 4649-02: Related Newspaper Excerpts Note: The following are articles sourced in English. Foundation translators have corroborated their content with Russian-based articles. Excerpt #1: Source: The Moscow Times Dr. Koshka's Audio Log #1: I don't remember much, but there are still flashes of blood everywhere. If members of MTF Nu-63 hadn't intervened at that very moment, I fear Yuri would have surely… Those who could be restrained were taken into Foundation custody and amnesticised. Others, like Dr. Sobakin, went feral and had to be put down on the spot. We are working with the Russian authorities to present a cover story for the events of that evening: a stampede resulted in over a hundred civilian casualties, of which thirty-five had conditions "tragically worsening overnight". More importantly, I will resume our investigations into SCP-4649. It will be my way of honouring Yuri's sacrifice. Excerpt #2: dated 09.02.2017 Dr. Koshka's Audio Log #2: Already, there have been several incidences at Site-77 during our testing of SCP-4649. A janitor became aggressive and started attacking people; an MTF soldier opened fire on the rest of his locker room… I cannot explain it, but images keep flashing in my head, of barren landscapes and broken pillars of sandstone, just like the ruins discovered near Grozny (pictured above). I visited the archaeologist, Dr. Campbell, on Monday. He couldn't explain why excavated bone samples showed evidence of extensive blunt force trauma, or why dental records recovered from the site have been exclusively male in origin. I think Yuri would be proud of the progress I've made. Despite his temper tantrums, his favourite proverb was always, "Draw not your bow till your arrow is fixed". I am getting close to finding the person responsible for his death. Excerpt #3: dated 05.06.2019, Sportsweek Russia Dr. Koshka's Audio Log #3: ACB's Directors remain at large, and the company continues to host events in Grozny with impunity. We have to cut off their heads, as ironic as that sounds. There is no telling how many more people will be affected if this blood sport spreads to the rest of Russia, or god forbid, the entire world. I am ready to confront our prisoner, for Yuri. ▶ Access Additional Documentation ⊟ Addendum 4649-03: Second Interrogation of Ms. Kharysa Pevneva Interviewer: Dr. Alena Koshka, Lead Researcher Subject: Ms. Kharysa Pevneva, former CEO and Director of Absolute Championship Berkut (ACB) [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Koshka: Ms. Pevneva, are you aware of why we've brought you here? Ms. Pevneva: That other guy already asked me these questions. I don't know anything. Dr. Koshka calmly places photographs in front of Ms. Pevneva, each one increasing in terms of violence and bloodshed from ACB 19. The last picture in particular shows a decapitated corpse on the ground. Dr. Koshka: These look familiar? That last one is your handiwork. Ms. Pevneva doesn't flinch, barely glances at the photographs. Ms. Pevneva: I already said I don't remember doing any of that crap. Dr. Koshka is visibly agitated. She shoves another photograph into Kharysa's face. Dr. Koshka: It doesn't matter if you remember doing it or not, you little shit. You're still getting charged for first-degree murder. Pevneva smiles slightly. Ms. Pevneva: I see what's happening here. You think I killed him, don't you? Koshka slams the last photograph on the table. It shows the corpse of Dr. Yuri Sobakin, beaten to a near unrecognisable state. Dr. Koshka: You will tell me what happened that night — what happened to him. Then, you're going to go away for a very long time. Ms. Pevneva: (laughs) You're actually upset that he's dead, aren't you? Tell me, who was he to you? Why are so upset about poor Doctor Sobakin? Dr. Koshka looks shocked. Dr. Koshka: How did you—? Ms. Pevneva smiles. Ms. Pevneva: You're also having visions, aren't you, daughter? You must have been in the arena when it happened. Dr. Koshka: I— I don't know what you're talking about. Ms. Pevneva: Let me enlighten you then, dear daughter. What you saw were glimpses of our glorious past, a golden age when you and I ruled the world together, and the men… Hmph. There were no such things as "men" back then, only the gods and those who served them. Dr. Koshka: Man or woman, it didn't matter, did it? What about Thyia Jojua? You ripped her head clean off her shoulders. You murdered her in cold blood! Ms. Pevneva shrugs. Ms. Pevneva: There can only be one Matriarch of every clan, and Thyia challenged me for my throne. Let's just say she lost her head, and I kept my own. Dr. Koshka: But we stopped your little blood ritual. The Foundation has you in custody, along with your broken arena. Ms. Pevneva: Oh, but I can wait, daughter. History has shown that your kind cannot hold us forever. Meanwhile, my sisters will carry my mantle to the rest of the world. There is no stopping us from rewriting history as we see fit. Dr. Koshka: You… If I could put you down the same way you did those innocent men and women, I would do so in a heartbeat. Ms. Pevneva: Please. We both know you cared less about those "innocent" men and women less than wanting revenge for your husband. They were nothing more than slaves to the spectacle, daughter, with their lust, greed and unbridled rage. I didn't kill Yuri. No… I saved you from him. They killed themselves when they entered the arena that night, when they revealed who they really were. Dr. Koshka is visibly upset. Dr. Koshka: You're wrong. Yuri was a brilliant man. Ms. Pevneva: Those who willingly throw themselves into the flames do not deserve our sympathy, daughter. They are nothing but sheep to the slaughter, and we are their rightful queens. [END LOG] Dr. Koshka's Audio Log #4: In the event of security breach, MTF Nu-6 ("Hell's Gals") are to deploy and attempt to contain PoI-4649. Should contact be made with SCP-4649, MTF personnel are authorised to terminate the subject along with any infected personnel. MTF Nu-6 are currently in the preparatory stages of "Operation Guillotine", a full raid on ACB Headquarters. If they want blood, they will have it. Footnotes 1. An MMA event held in May 2015, dubbed "The Baltic Bloodbath") 2. A matrimonial registration hall in Moscow, Russia. 3. a.k.a "Hell's Gals" |
SCP-4650 | safe | Item #: SCP-4650 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4650 is to be contained in a standard object containment chamber. The door to the chamber can be unlocked by personnel Class 4 or higher. The key in SCP-4650's back is to remain constantly turned to the 5th setting. In the event that SCP-4650's key is turned or falls out, one D-Class personnel must be sent into the chamber by supervisors to reset the key. No electronic equipment aside from lights and recording devices are to be allowed within a 20-meter radius of SCP-4650. Tests involving SCP-4650 must be approved by personnel Class 4 or higher. Description: SCP-4650 appears to be a generic garden gnome, measuring 0.3 m tall. Testing shows that it is composed mostly of clay, with trace amounts of lead. SCP-4650 shows minor signs of age, such as chipped and faded paint on numerous areas of its surface. It possesses a small speaker, a microphone, and a keyhole on its back. The speaker is of poor quality: the gain makes it difficult to comprehend what SCP-4650 is trying to say, especially at higher volumes. Occasionally, the speaker will emit static noise for no reason; this is presumed to be an electronic fault and not an intentional feature. SCP-4650 also seems to be capable of sight, but does not possess any cameras. SCP-4650 is sentient and frequently attempts to converse with personnel, which it does using its speaker. It speaks with a heavy Scottish accent and will often insult and shout expletives at personnel, or to express its desire to escape containment. It is easily agitated, and usually refuses to speak about meaningful topics unless given incentive. SCP-4650 possesses the ability to fully control all electronics within a 20-meter radius of itself. This phenomenon bypasses any security systems that are in place on targeted electronics. It often uses this ability to annoy or irritate personnel, usually by flickering lights or broadcasting loud noises over nearby speakers. It has yet to use this ability for anything other than practical jokes, but claims it is capable of compromising secure Foundation servers. This has yet to be proven in testing. SCP-4650's primary method of control is in the form of a keyhole on its back. The keyhole has five settings that it can be turned to, each affecting SCP-4650 differently. If the key is removed from the hole, it will remain on the current setting for 48 hours before switching back to the 1st setting. Leaving the key in the hole will suspend SCP-4650 in its current state indefinitely. Setting Effect 1 SCP-4650 operates normally. 2 SCP-4650 is deafened. 3 SCP-4650 is muted. 4 SCP-4650's electronic ability is disabled. 5 SCP-4650 is muted and its electronic ability is disabled. Upon turning the key to this setting, the key cannot be turned for 24 hours. Addendum 4650-A: Discovery SCP-4650 was discovered next to a gas station pump by Dr. Harold as he was driving to Site-75 on 08/13/16. Upon inspecting the object, he discovered the key in the back of the object inserted into the keyhole, and removed it. Because the key was turned to the 5th setting, Dr. Harold was unaware of its anomalous properties and decided to use it as a decoration for his office. After arriving, Dr. Harold stored the key in his desk and continued with his daily routine. 48 hours later, SCP-4650 reset to its 1st setting while Dr. Harold was working in his office. The following is a video log of the resulting incident. Access Incident Video Log Close Incident Video Log [BEGIN LOG] Log is shot from a security camera in Dr. Harold's office. The camera is positioned above the desk so that the computer screen is visible. Dr. Harold is working at his computer, with headphones on. SCP-4650 is positioned in the opposite corner of the office. SCP-4650: Hey you, you with the glasses. Ya mind taking me out of here? Dr. Harold: (Momentarily looks up from computer) Did someone say something? SCP-4650: Yeah, it was me, down here. Pick me up, so I can talk to you, mate? Dr. Harold: Johnny, I know it's you. I've got enough work as it is, so just leave me alone. SCP-4650: (Slightly agitated) Listen ya cunt, my name's not Johnny. I'm down here, in the corner. I'm trying to talk to you. Dr. Harold continues to work at his computer. He does not look up from the monitor or take off his headphones. SCP-4650: (Increasingly agitated) You pick me up and ya take me to this fucking bunker, least you could do is actually put me back at the gas station. Dr. Harold: (Takes off headphones, pauses) I could've sworn that just came from the gnome… Transcriber's Note: Beyond this point, SCP-4650's speech becomes nearly unrecognizable due to distortion and the volume at which it is speaking. The transcription may not be entirely accurate. SCP-4650: (Very agitated) YA FUCKIN WANKSTAIN OF COURSE IT CAME FROM ME WHERE THE FUCK ELSE WOULD IT COME FROM? I'M TRYING TO TALK TO YOU AND THEN YOU CALL ME A GNOME, LIKE IT'S ME FUCKIN FAULT FOR BEING LIKE THIS! I SWEAR I CAN'T EVEN GET- (Indistinguishable) SCP-4650's rant continues for some time. Dr. Harold, while watching it, slowly picks up his phone and begins to call for site security. As he is dialing the number, SCP-4650 notices he is holding the phone. SCP-4650: OH AND OF COURSE YOU PICK UP THE FUCKIN PHONE RIGHT AS I'M TELLIN YA OUT FOR BEING A CUNT! A high-pitched squealing is emits from the receiver of the phone. Dr. Harold drops the receiver in pain covers his ears. Dr. Harold: Agh, fuck, my ears! SCP-4650: YEAH, IT'S NOT SO FUN WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CAN'T FUCKING TALK, IS IT? Dr. Harold: Wait, did you just do that? SCP-4650: YEAH I FUCKIN DID MATE, AND I'LL DO A LOT MORE IF YOU DON'T TAKE ME OUT OF THIS GOD DAMN OFFICE! The lights in the office begin to switch on and off repeatedly. The squealing from Dr. Harold's phone increases in volume, and his computer begins to open pornographic links on its own. Dr. Harold: That's it, I'm taking you to security myself. SCP-4650: I'D LIKE TO SEE YA TRY, IF I STILL HAD ME FISTS I'D FUCK YOU UP RIGHT HERE, RIGHT NOW. I'LL FIND WHERE YOU LIVE AND KILL YA WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE, I AM A FUCKING MONSTER- Dr. Harold picks up SCP-4650 and carries it to the site security post. The lights in the hallway begin to strobe rapidly as SCP-4650 is carried out of the room. SCP-4650's obscene rant can still be heard broadcasting over the site's PA system after Dr. Harold leaves the camera's view. [END LOG] Note: After Dr. Harold arrived at security, SCP-4650 was thrown into a containment locker where it continued to shout obscenities and tampered with lights, until Dr. Harold used its key to stop it. SCP-4650's containment chamber and procedures were established shortly after. Addendum 4650-B: Interview Some time after its initial containment, an interview was conducted with SCP-4650 with the purpose of gaining some insight to its past. To encourage SCP-4650 to speak calmly with the interviewer, it was offered daily time to converse freely with personnel. The following is an audio log of the interview. Access Audio Log Close Audio Log [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Newman: Alright, let's begin. Are you ready? SCP-4650: Yeah, sure. Dr. Newman: Great. To start off, what's your name? SCP-4650: (Pauses) Well… (Sighs) Truth is, I don't really remember me name. Dr. Newman: Go on. SCP-4650: I don't really remember much about me life, really. I get little bits and pieces, but it's like it was all a dream or something. I know it happened, but I just can't grasp it for me life. Dr. Newman: You used to be human? SCP-4650: For sure. I don't know too many details, but I still remember having arms and all that. Dr. Newman: Is there anything you can remember at from when you were human? Anything detailed at all? SCP-4650: I remember my last night as a human. I went out for drinks with me mates at a pub near my flats. I can't really remember their names, or what any of them were like, but I remember going out for drinks. Dr. Newman: Go on. SCP-4650: I had a little- actually, scratch that, way too much to drink. I couldn't really stand. I remember feeling really down about something, and I just kept on drinking. Me mates managed to carry me back to my flats, but they just left me at the front of the building. Dr. Newman: Sounds like some pretty shitty friends. SCP-4650: Yeah. I don't remember anything else beyond that, I just blacked out. When I finally woke up, I was in this clay body and this man kept talking to me. Anyways, that's how- Dr. Newman: Wait, tell me more about that man. What did he look like? SCP-4650: (Slightly Agitated) Him? Since when was this interview about that cunt? I gave you blokes what you wanted, now let me- Dr. Newman: SCP-4650, remember that if you refuse to cooperate, your end of the deal will not be held up. SCP-4650: (Calmer) Sorry, sorry. Won't happen again. Dr. Newman: As I was saying, can you tell me more about that man? What did he look like? SCP-4650: He was a tall guy, 'bout 6 feet. He had a beard, and always wore this ratty looking old-style button up jacket. He was covered in grease, looked like he hadn't bathed in weeks. I couldn't smell him thankfully, because… well… ya know. Dr. Newman: What else can you tell me about him? SCP-4650: When I woke up and asked where I was, he got real excited and kept saying 'It works, it works!'. I kept asking where I was, or what was going on, but he never answered me. Cunt never even told me his name. After a few minutes he started asking me do to stupid shit, like turning on the lights or changing the station on an old radio. This was when I figured out I could control them. Dr. Newman: What did you do next? SCP-4650: (Chuckles) I fucking flipped on him. I started cursin' him out, turning the lights on and off real fast, demanding answers and everything. He got angry and told me that I was supposed to listen to him, then he stuck the key in me back. After that I couldn't talk or control the lights anymore. Dr. Newman: How long did he keep you for? SCP-4650: (Sighs) He kept me in his apartment for about two weeks, the place was falling apart. Every time he let me talk again, I'd start screaming at him and he'd shut me up. It was awful. After a while he took me out in his car, saying something about how I was a failure and he 'needed to start over'. He threw me on the ground at a gas station with the key still in me back. A few hours later, one of your boys found me and brought me in. That's the entire story. Dr. Newman: Do you remember where that apartment was? SCP-4650: I do, actually. I'm pretty sure it was █████ ████████ Street. Dr. Newman: Thank you, this information will be very helpful for our organization. SCP-4650: Yeah, it better be. Dr. Newman: That concludes this interview. We'll be sure to reward you for your cooperation, as promised. I look forward to speaking with you again. (The sound of Dr. Newman standing up from his chair and walking away is heard.) SCP-4650: If you catch that wanker, be sure to tell him that I sent ya! [END LOG] Note: After the interview, as promised, SCP-4650's containment procedures were updated. SCP-4650 was allowed an hour of time every day in which its setting would be changed from the fifth to the fourth, and it could freely converse with researchers. SCP-4650 seems to be more cordial with researchers following the interview, barring Dr. Harold. Addendum 4650-C: Journal Following SCP-4650's interview, an MTF team was dispatched to the aforementioned apartment building. The building was completely abandoned, as the company owning it had entered bankruptcy. In one of the apartments, a journal was discovered labeled "The Antiquer's Notes: No.14". The book is believed to have belonged to the individual SCP-4650 described. The following is a transcription of it. Open Journal Transcription Close Journal Transcription Well, it looks like today I'm starting a new project. As is tradition, I'll start documenting my progress in a new notebook. Maybe if this one does well enough, I'll actually be able to get it onto shelves. Earlier today, I was at my friend Ralph's house celebrating his birthday, and he had gotten one of those awful Amazon Echoes as a gift from a family member. I'll never fully understand why people buy these things: you're basically bugging your own house, and for what? So you can yell at some robot to turn on your lights, something it'll normally take you 5 seconds to do? Have people really gotten that lazy? I guess it's just another thing on the grievance list of modern technology. All the more reasons for me to continue my work. Anyways, I tried explaining to him how awful these things were and how they were such a detriment to society. As usual, he didn't agree with me. He kept talking about how convenient it was, or how it made his day so much easier. I swear, sometimes I question my friendship with that guy. Or maybe I just work best alone, I don't know. At this point I had made up my mind; I would have to show him physical proof. I told him that I could make a better and safer alternative to Echo, one without the awful burdens of modern technology. Ralph is vaguely familiar with my work, so it's not like I was letting out a big secret or anything. He told me to go nuts, so here I am. To start, I'll have to chose an appearance for this thing. One of my biggest gripes with big companies these days is how every design has to be minimalist. There's something intriguing about a nice, sophisticated design to me. Having lots of buttons, tons of switches, it makes me feel like I'm holding something special instead of a shiny brick. That said, I can't make this one that complicated, since this is probably going to be displayed in houses or something. I decided to go with a nice, friendly design, since people will want something that feels human. After some consideration, I finally came to a conclusion: what's friendlier than a jolly old garden gnome? I stole one off someone's lawn a few days ago, so it should make a great basis for a prototype. I'll update this notebook as I make progress. I've made decent progress on my creation. The gnome was hollow, so there was no need to empty it out. People such as myself will probably want to mute this thing, make it shut up, or anything like that, so I implemented a settings system. It's a key slot on the back of the gnome, which you turn to change settings. It makes you feel like bad-ass, like starting an old sports car only without the engine or the seat or the car and the key fits really loose and you could lose the key Okay, so maybe this key thing wasn't that good of an idea. Well, I already added it on, so I guess I'll have to live with it. I'll just add in a system that makes it reset, in case you lose the key. I used the speaker and microphone in a rotary phone I tore apart on this thing. Honestly, modern speakers are overrated. All this buzz about high quality audio in music and communication is awful, it just takes away reasons to listen to live concerts or actually talk to people in person. Besides, people 70 years ago used this speaker for talking all the time, I'm sure it'll be great. I've run into an issue with my work, recently. The Echo has an AI thing inside of it called "Alexa" that controls it. I can't really make that with my work, so I guess I'll have to find a more natural alternative. I'm sure I'll think of something eventually. I haven't bathed in weeks. I know it's unhygienic, but I just get so obsessed with my projects. Maybe I could use this gnome to remind me to bathe once it's finished. I've been steadily updating Ralph with my progress, but he doesn't seem too confident that what I'm making will be an efficient replacement for Echo. I guess that's just to be expected in people at this point, but I'm sure that this prototype will blow him out of the water when it's finished. If this turns out good enough, I might even be able to start selling this thing, and finally get my message out to the people. I guess only time will tell. I showed Ralph the prototype. He thought it was "interesting", as he put it, but didn't like that it couldn't control his lights and whatnot. I tried to explain how all of that was unnecessary and saved him literally 5 seconds of effort, but I guess that feature is just non-negotiable for him. He just kept on saying, "I need to be able to do this, there's not point to it if I can't." I finally told him that I would implement it, but in a better way. The Echo can only communicate with smart appliances that need a WiFi connection. To that I say fuck WiFi, too many things are dependent on it anyways. My gnome works with any electronic device, and doesn't need any of that shit. Suck my dick, Silicon Valley! This is really coming out to be a revolutionary invention, even for my standards. Sometimes, I wonder what today would be like if people in the 20th century could use my inventions. Things were simpler back then, you didn't have to worry about being stalked by big tech companies or getting validated by strangers on social media. The only thing that could've been better was the technology, it just hadn't advanced far enough. If we could've just gone a little bit farther back then, we would've been able to reap the benefits of these new innovations without the burdens they bear on us now. I probably sound like some kind of hipster right now, but whatever. Everything is coming together nicely, and I'm nearing completion of my project. The settings system is working perfectly, the speaker and microphone are rigged, and all the lights and radios I've tested it with passed. The only thing I still have to worry about is that entire controller thing I mentioned before. I might've just come up with a solution, though. I'm going to implement it next week, if everything goes according to plan that is. These past two months are about to pay off. I messed up. Things did not go the way I expected them to. My plan was to create a copy of someone else's mind and implant it into the gnome, so you could have a fully sentient friend to pass the time with, in addition to an assistant. The issue with this is that I can't exactly do it to myself, and nobody will really want to volunteer to put their mind inside of a gnome. So I drove around looking for drunks to use on Saturday night, and found one passed out in front of some apartments a few miles away. The copying process went perfectly, and the transplant did as well. I had finally finished my creation, and all I had to do was wait for it to wake up. When it woke up and started talking, I was ecstatic. I didn't even care what it said, all I cared about was that it worked. After I managed to calm myself down, I tried asking it to turn on the lights, or tune the radio. Instead of doing these things, it decided to betray me. It started screaming at me, turning all the lights on and off, and doing all sorts of destructive shit. I had to turn it off to keep it from drawing attention to my apartment, I can't have anyone else finding out about my work before I'm ready. Every time I try to make this thing behave, it just screams at me more and is completely uncooperative. I chose an awful person to copy, and I can't exactly remove him from the gnome either. I don't know what to do from here. I abandoned the gnome. This project was a failure, nothing but a disappointment. I came so close to achieving something great, but was set back by one awful decision. I haven't experienced a setback this great since the last time I tried working with intelligence, I should probably avoid that in the future. The hardware I developed was perfect, despite my failure. Maybe one day I'll be able to return to this project, but I should focus on other things now. I need to get started on my next project as soon as possible. I'm about to become homeless. The landlord came up to respond to noise complaints, saw the decrepit the state my apartment was in, and now he's evicting me. He's giving me two days to pack my things and leave. I guess cleaning is another thing I forget to do when working, huh? It's not like this is too big of a loss, though. That shitty apartment complex was about to go under anyways, I was prepared for this. I've already prepared enough food to live on the streets for a month. I'll be able to relocate and continue my work elsewhere, wherever that is. This has been a defeat for me, but I won't let something like this get in the way of accomplishing my goals. Someday, I will change the future for the better. That day, unfortunately, is not today. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4650" by ShoesMafia, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4650. 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-4651 | euclid | Item#: 4651 Level2 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: caution link to memo Scan of SCP-4651’s signage, following removal from the main structure. Special Containment Procedures: Given SCP-4651’s location in an area of high population density, containment measures should focus on suppressing public knowledge and minimising damage originating from within. For this purpose, a damage-resistant and noise dampening visage of construction work is maintained around SCP-4651, while neighbouring buildings have been purchased by Foundation front organisations. Hidden recording devices are to monitor the structure on a 24-hour basis. In the event of an SCP-4651-2 event escalating beyond the containment measures currently in place, MTF-Sierra-7 (“Thunderous Roses”) is to be dispatched from the nearby Site-28 and all hostiles within the structure neutralised. All witnesses are to be amnesticized, and disinformation protocols enacted in local media platforms. Description: SCP-4651 is a three-storey office complex located in the SoHo neighbourhood of New York, currently occupied by an insurance firm known as “Schmitt’s Life Insurance Ltd”. The firm sells valid, non-anomalous life insurance plans that function in ways that would be expected from an insurance provider. SCP-4651’s anomalous effects concern the firm’s workforce, who spontaneously appear within the structure from 9:00 AM to 6:00 PM EST. Workers will not leave SCP-4651 voluntarily and will vanish if forcible extraction is attempted, re-emerging the next day. Furthermore, workers have been proven unable to recall details of a life beyond their employment, instead placing extreme value on their standing within the company. SCP-4651’s workforce appears to possess a rudimentary class system, with staff entering a “ruling class” upon promotion to the role of “Senior Insurance Associate” or higher. Members of this class receive higher quality food within SCP-4651’s employee cafeteria, possess offices with more comfortable furnishings and are exempt from all known disciplinary and behavioural policies. In contrast, those in menial positions are near universally mistreated by the higher classes, receiving less food and fewer breaks. Every 10-16 weeks, an SCP-4651-1 (“promotion”) event will occur. Workers will become aware of an opportunity for advancement within the company, before entering a period of hyperactivity with the goal of securing the opportunity in question. Work will become unproductive, with employees demonstrating a marked decrease in professionalism and morality. These behavioural changes will gradually increase in severity, with psychopathic and destructive behaviour typically becoming common within 4-6 days. SCP-4651 will then descend into complete violence until the promotion is “awarded”, followed by the reversal of all casualties and damage incurred via unknown means. During these events, propaganda and smear campaigns are common, along with factions forming to support the promotion of particular candidates. Interior shot of the structure, distorted by the sudden detonation of plastic explosives by an employee. Violent conflicts within SCP-4651 are typically fuelled by weapon donations from senior staff, who have been documented emerging from offices with large stockpiles of munitions. When awarding promotions, senior staff typically consider damage and loss of life caused in most cases. Discovery: SCP-4651 entered Foundation custody on 12/06/17. Owing to an in-progress SCP-4651-1 event, several street-level windows were shattered by stray bullets, injuring a number of external bystanders. Dispatched police officers incurred significant casualties upon attempting to enter, triggering a standoff that was quickly discovered by NYPD-embedded Foundation assets. Agents then utilised aerosolised amnestics to clear all roads providing access, which coupled with a pretence of burst water mains, allowed for establishment of a perimeter. 14 hours following perimeter establishment, several explosions were detected within the structure, prompting the issue of an MTF-Sierra-7 scramble order, with the objectives of neutralising combatants and gathering intel on SCP-4651. A transcript of this mission is found below. + Addendum 4651-A - Close Addendum 4651-A MTF-Sierra-7 exits their transport vehicle and proceeds toward the main entrance of SCP-4651. There are no apparent signs of life in or around the building. MTF-Member Taylor: Area appears deserted. Expedition Command: Our intel indicates hostiles still remain inside the building. Your job is to clean up the rest, no exceptions. MTF-Commander Henderson: Understood. Squad, let’s do this by the books. Sierra-7 proceeds to the entrance, with Henderson entering SCP-4651’s foyer first. Rubble and ash cover a large portion of the area, while a large hole can be seen in the ceiling through Henderson’s helmet cam. Henderson shines his flashlight through the hole to the upper floors, which lack power. The rest of MTF-Sierra-7 follow. MTF-Member Yeung: Jesus. Several bodies are sprawled behind SCP-46516’s reception desk, with hands zip-tied behind their backs. Gunshot wounds indicate execution via shots to the head. Text messily scrawled on the wall behind the bodies reads: “WHO’S THE BIG SHOT NOW??” Yeung: What the hell happened here? Henderson: Keep it together Corporal Yeung. Let the lab boys figure it out. As for us… we’ll cover the building one floor at a time. You and Davidson can take this floor. Williams and Perez, you get the second. Me and Taylor will take the third. Rendezvous back here at 1700 hours. Taylor: And keep your eyes open. Henderson nods. Sierra-7 then splits up into its assigned teams. Henderson and Taylor proceed up a nearby stairwell to the 3rd floor, with several bodies in advanced stages of decomposition found throughout. Henderson and Taylor reach the third floor, with muffled voices audible from beyond the doorway. The door itself appears to have been previously breached by explosives. Taylor pauses, before deploying her camera mount, extending it through the open doorway and scanning the workspace. Taylor: [Whispering] Four of them, armed. Sitting ducks. The feed reveals four dishevelled SCP-4651 workers hunched around a makeshift fire, using various papers scattered throughout the area as fuel. None have weapons within reaching distance. Henderson picks up several leaflets and brochures that have blown into the stairwell, bagging them for later examination. Taylor’s microphone is able to capture the conversation of the SCP-4651 workers: SCP-4651 Instance-1: …bastard finally got what was coming to him. Good riddance. SCP-4651 Instance-2: It’s a damn shame too, Frank. Remember that bake sale in ’17? Made the best damn lemon cakes I’ve ever tasted. SCP-4651 Instance-1: Well now he can feed them to his traitor buddies all day long in hell. Expedition Command: That’s excellent. Hold steady for a little while longer, we’d like to observe their behaviour. Taylor rotates the camera head in various directions, capturing focal points around the space. More bodies are scattered throughout, with an observation window to the 2nd floor partly shattered and covered with viscera. Below, MTF-Members Williams and Perez approach several deceased SCP-4651 employees. The silence is broken by several audible gunshots from the ground floor. All 2nd floor employees immediately become alert. SCP-4651 Instance-3: What was that? Ashley’s boys? SCP-4651 Instance-2: Can’t be. We put them to the torch last week, remember? SCP-4651 Instance-3: Well whoever they are, let’s go sell them some insurance. Something tells me they’re gonna need it. The figures stand, moving to pick up their weapons. Henderson: [Whispering] Now. Henderson and Taylor proceed around the corner and terminate two hostiles each. No firefight takes place. The two then advance and begin searching the bodies. Henderson: Four hostiles down. Expedition Command: Excellent work, now proceed to the- Command is interrupted by disembodied applause coming from the opposite end of the room. A middle-aged Caucasian male enters the workspace through an adjacent office door. The door itself appears pristine, with no sign of blast damage contrary to its surroundings. Unidentified Male: Excellent work indeed. Fast, clean… and without any fuss. You could do well here. Expedition Command: Hold your fire Commander. We’d like to hear what he has to say. Henderson: Identify yourself! The figure’s facial expression changes from impressed to incredulous. Unidentified Male: Really? The figure gestures to his lanyard, which reads “Keith Robinson, Floor Manager” Unidentified Male: Don’t worry about it. You can just call me Keith. Henderson: And what exactly is it you do here, Keith? Taylor: Are you responsible for the bodies? Keith: What… those? Oh no, I’m more of a… helping hand, you could say. I keep things running smoothly. Make sure everyone gets their fair shot. Taylor: And you do that… how exactly? Keith: [Sighing] Look, I’m not gonna bore you with the ins and outs of everything we do here. It’s our principles that matter. Take you, for example, you are? [Keith gestures towards Henderson]. Henderson: The leader of this Task Force. Henderson. Keith: Right, Henderson. I’ve seen your type before. You’ve got that jaded look in your eye. You’re on the clock here, but I’ll bet this is just grunt work, isn’t it? Orders sent out by uninterested bosses looking to fill a checklist. Never pushing you or giving you something to really sink your teeth into. Keith pauses momentarily, before casually reaching into his suit pocket. Taylor and Henderson react immediately. Taylor: Don’t move! Keep your hands where we can see them! Keith’s expression once again becomes incredulous. Keith: Easy, just a cigarette. He removes the packet and lights one, though the smoke is barely visible amidst the smoke already trickling through the structure. Keith: Where was I? Right. We don’t do that same old bullcrap here. Everyone has a chance to make something of themselves. If you’re hungry, you’ll rise up quickly, and what better way to get there than to turn up the heat and smoke out the competition? Isn’t that the American Dream after all? You can stand still and get left behind in the dust, or grab opportunity by the balls and move up one way or another. Isn’t that chance worth something? Taylor and Henderson pause, glancing at each other briefly before turning back to Keith, ignoring the question. Taylor: Duly noted. Can you explain the origins of the weaponry used by the employees here? Keith chuckles. Keith: Well, and this is something you ought to know well, any decent worker needs the right tools! In fact, I suppose you could say- Unidentified Voice: YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME? Acting all high and mighty, giving Ben that shot? Well it’s time to return the favour! A volley of gunshots sound, although the bullets appear to directly phase through Keith’s body, hitting the wall behind him. Two armed SCP-4651 employees then emerge from the stairwell behind Henderson and Taylor. The two MTF-members immediately turn to engage, although they are unable to react before further gunshots sound. Taylor: The hell? Slow motion playback indicates both employees were terminated before Taylor and Henderson were able to aim and fire. The bodies of the employees fall to the ground, each with a neat hole in the centre of the forehead. Taylor, visibly shocked, turns back to Keith. Taylor: How did you…? Keith is now armed with a comically long-barrelled, western-style revolver. Video analysis shows no indication of the firearm being on his person prior to being produced, which occurred off-camera. Keith: Call it a trick of the trade. Keith smiles at Taylor. Keith: Let me know if you need anything else. We’re always looking to expand! Keith de-materialises from the area. Taylor: Asshole. Felt like basic training all over again. MTF-Sierra-7 then proceeds through the remainder of the structure, eliminating 42 hostiles before returning to the foyer. No major injuries were incurred by any members of Sierra-7, though MTF member Taylor reported a feeling of being “watched” during her remaining time in the structure. Following the mission and SCP-4651’s return to normal operations, proper SCP classification was given and full containment procedures established. + Addendum 4651-B - Close Addendum 4651-B Scan of a document retrieved from SCP-4651 by MTF-Sierra-7. During a later SCP-4651-1 event, "Ben" was noted to have been promoted to the role of "Senior Insurance Associate." Scan of a propaganda leaflet recovered from SCP-4651 by MTF-Sierra-7. |
SCP-4652 | safe | Item #: SCP-4652 A misfire due to an SCP-4652-1 eructation, piercing the roof of Site-57's North Lookout Tower. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4652 is to be kept in a standard containment locker at Site-57. Testing with SCP-4652 is only to be carried out with explicit approval from 2 Level 4 personnel. The personnel drinking SCP-4652-1 is to be restrained, such that they are facing a safe angle and cannot bring their arms in front of their face. All personnel involved in testing SCP-4652 are to wear protective eyewear. Personnel aside from the person drinking are to be to the side of the testing bunker, behind heat-resistant protective material. SCP-4652 has been approved for testing of potential MTF usage. Any personnel who are to be equipped with SCP-4652 must have a high alcohol tolerance and be able to eructate1 at will. Description: SCP-4652 is a small, opaque flask, that contains a liquid substance designated SCP-4652-1. SCP-4652-1's chemical constitution is typical of a 100-proof distilled spirit such as moonshine, but it has an appearance and consistency near-identical to that of mercury. If any SCP-4652-1 is poured out of SCP-4652, it will refill itself within 30 minutes. Personnel who have drank SCP-4652-1 have described it as tasting "sweet and smooth", with some comparing the taste to peaches. When a subject consumes SCP-4652-1, no unusual effects are immediately present, aside from levels of intoxication consistent with SCP-4652's alcohol content. However, if the subject eructates within a certain time after drinking SCP-4652-12 they will expel a beam of super-heated plasma. Though the drinker will suffer no ill effects from the eructation itself, the beam is highly destructive, with an estimated power output of 10 megawatts per square centimeter. Discovery: SCP-4652 materialized in Site-57's East Lookout Tower at 8:27 pm on the 27/08/2019, though this initially went unnoticed by the security guard staffing the tower. When Security Officer Rose West took over the lookout shift, she discovered SCP-4652. Believing it to be left behind by the preceding officer, Officer West drank it without investigating the contents. After drinking the entire contents of SCP-4652, Officer West leaned back and eructated. The ensuing beam of plasma lasted 17 seconds, alerting all personnel on the surface and more than 100 civilians. A search of the East Lookout Tower discovered a small card, designated Document SCP-4652-A: + Document SCP-4652-A - Document SCP-4652-A To our generous customers at Site-57, we wanted to thank you for your many extravagant purchases. We've heard that you have moonshine in your world, but by all reports, it's a bit lacking in kick. We hope that you will find this a bit more potent. Regards, Don Z. The meaning of this message, as well as the intent of the delivery of SCP-4652, is unclear. An investigation into the individual known as Don Z. and their knowledge of the Foundation is ongoing. Initial Testing Log: All tests conducted at Outdoor Testing Area-57-A. Subject: D-10645 Dosage: 15 ml of SCP-4652-1 Additional Conditions: A 30 cm wall of cement was placed 30 meters away, followed by a sandhill. Testing bunker on the other side of D-10645. Effect: 7 minutes after imbibing, D-10645 attempted to stifle eructation with their hand. The ensuing burst of plasma incinerated D-10645's arm below the shoulder. The wound had cauterized, but D-10645 was put in great distress. Subject: D-10646 Dosage: 15 ml of SCP-4652-1 Additional Conditions: Restrained in a standing position, with their head forced forward. A 30 cm wall of cement was placed 30 meters away, followed by a sandhill. Testing bunker behind the restraints. Effect: 5 minutes after imbibing, D-10646 expelled a beam. The beam pierced through the wall and hit the sandhill behind it. This produced a roughly conical piece of glass 3 meters in height and 1 meter in diameter at the base. Subject: Junior Researcher Zeke Mathis Dosage: 15 ml of SCP-4652-1, 1x250 ml can of soft drink. Additional Conditions: Five targets were placed in front of Dr. Mathis, at varying distances and angles. Targets were designated A through E from Mathis' left to his right. High-speed cameras set up to record accuracy. Effect: Dr. Mathis expelled three beams. The first hit 2.6 cm left of the center of target C. The second hit 7.3 cm left of the center of target B. The third missed all targets, though its passing scorched targets D and E. A fourth eructation produced no further beams. This seems to suggest that one person can produce a beam for every 5 ml imbibed. However, further testing should be conducted by a member of staff who can remain professional even in this circumstance; Dr. Mathis' comment of 'Imma firin' my laser' between expelling beams suggests that he lacks this quality. - Dr. Kara Silverstone. Subject: None Dosage: 15 ml of SCP-4652-1 Additional Conditions: A small dosage of SCP-4652-1 was poured into a petri dish. Bomb disposal drone GX-17-K was equipped with a lighter and remotely controlled to ignite it. Effect: Explosion registered at 117 decibels. Cameras were temporarily blinded; when the light diminished, GX-17-K had been flipped by the explosion. Subject: D-10647 Dosage: 30 ml of SCP-4652-1 Additional Conditions: Restrained in a standing position, with their head forced forward. A 1 m wall of cement was placed 30 meters away, followed by a sandhill. Effect: After 10 minutes, the subject began to sing a number of tavern songs. 3 minutes after beginning to sing, the intoxicated D-10647 jokingly warned testing staff that he was going to 'add his tooter to the song'. Resulting flatus showed properties consistent with SCP-4652-1 eructations. Testing bunker suffered significant damage, including the destruction of $35,767 in recording equipment. D-10647 did not suffer any ill effects of the flatus itself but suffered burns to his rear from molten material. Multiple researchers suffered second and third-degree burns. Due to damages caused, testing was halted. Addendum: On 1/9/2019, footage was recovered of an individual in Cocoa, Florida using what appeared to be an instance of SCP-4652 to rob a convenience store, while dressed in a brown Tyrannosaurus Rex costume. A cover story of the criminal using an 'improvised flamethrower' has been put into effect. Apprehending this individual and determining their source of SCP-4652 has been designated an A-Class priority. Footnotes 1. Eructation is the act of expelling wind from one's stomach, colloquially known as 'burping' or 'belching'. 2. Approximately 1 hour per 15 ml imbibed. |
SCP-4653 | safe | a guy who really likes bugs That's Sonderance, for the record. See more of his stuff here. 2/4653 LEVEL 2/4653 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4653 safe Special Containment Procedures: All instances of SCP-4653 are kept in standard biological containment in Site-66. SCP-4653-1 is stored in standard liquid containment units and should be regularly checked for leakage. Following recent developments, any building used for the containment or study of SCP-4653 must comply with the NFPA-780 SILPS1. Any instance of the species Aquila chrysaetos2 seen in its vicinity is to be monitored due to increased risk of aggression. An instance of SCP-4653 producing SCP-4653-1. Description: SCP-4653 is an undocumented species of the Aphidoidea superfamily. Its only anomalous property is the secretion of a saccharine narcotic liquid designated SCP-4653-1 from its anus. When a subject first ingests SCP-4653-1, they will begin to develop a small pouch on the lefthand side of their peritoneum, directly connected to the large intestine. Once the pouch is fully developed (a process that takes several days), all components of the digestive system not directly leading to and from it will begin to atrophy. Due to this degeneration, most foods can no longer be digested properly; however, the newly formed pouch allows the subject to subsist on small amounts3 of SCP-4653-1 with no apparent detrimental effects. Notably, as a subject continues to rely on SCP-4653-1 as their only source of nutrition, their opinion of its taste will become more positive over time. Discovery: SCP-4653 was brought to the Foundation's attention in March of 2011 following reports from Litochoro, Greece of a nearby grove of trees sprouting “ambrosia” from their bark. Foundation agents quarantined the grove under the cover story of a new outbreak of Myzus persicae and removed SCP-4653 from its trees. Addendum as of 2012-01-11: Dr. Dorothy Bruton has been relieved of her duties as Head Researcher pending confirmation of alleged misconduct. The following email has been logged due to its relevant content as required by RAISA Statute ID9807-E. To: SCP-4653 Research Team ([email protected]) From: Human Resources ([email protected]) Subject: Staffing Change Hello all! As of today, Dr. Bruton will no longer be supervising research of SCP-4653. Dr. Stichol will be taking over her duties. In addition, I would like to reiterate that while taking anything home with you from the Site is strictly prohibited without prior approval, attempting to remove anomalous materials is grounds for immediate termination of employment with potential for further investigation. So for both your sake and ours, please keep all your work in the lab! Mary Coccinell Human Resources Specialist Addendum as of 2012-01-14: During the initial investigational sweep of Dr. Bruton's office, five handwritten letters were found in her desk drawer. Each letter's envelope is devoid of postage, instead featuring a small holographic image of a rainbow in the upper right corner. A date has been written on each letter's envelope in Dr. Bruton's handwriting and is assumed to be the date of reception. + Letter Received 2011-03-13 - Letter Received 2011-03-13 How foolish are you, that you think you may claim the nectar and ambrosia of the gods without consequence? The taste is not suitable for mortal lips! If you do not return our flock by choice, we will descend and take them from the burning wreckage of your temple. You may think yourselves strong, but nothing can protect a man from the sky above him. You have one week. Seven days, due to my divine generosity, before I fry every mortal creature within five hundred podes of our property. This will be your only warning. + Letter Received 2011-05-25 - Letter Received 2011-05-25 Do you find divine rage humorous? You place poles on your roof to catch my vengeance and act as if you have won the game. But you greatly underestimate the sheer power and persistence of a god’s wrath! However. I acknowledge that you have a potent bargaining chip in your possession. So, I am allowing you this single chance to request a boon. I have the power of a pantheon at my disposal. Whatever you wish for, you may have for the simplest of trades. I have seen from my throne that you are a woman who yet denies herself the infinite pleasures of womanhood. With a wave of my hand, I could have you swept off your feet by a man or woman who fits so perfectly against you, it's as if I designed them that way. Or are you more fixated on your 'scientific' pursuits? I've known many a philosopher; it is not a novel craving. Return the flock, and I will peel back the surface of the universe for you and let you play surgeon on its inner workings. I can tell you anything. All you need to do is return the voracious and their ambrosia. I will give you whatever your mortal heart can conceive of! Ah, and if the temptation is insufficient, perhaps your sympathy will tip your hand. You must know by now of the effects of ambrosia. After tasting the food of the gods, how could anything compare? Nothing can compare. Nothing can even come close. We are trying, of course. My children are feasting, but without the nectar of our home, the food sits in our stomachs and rots. We are starving to death, Dr. Bruton, full of food more excellent than you could ever dream of. You are killing us. But you can make things right, Doctor, it is not too late! My children’s eyes are full of desperation, yes, but they have not gone dark yet. Request your boon and return what was taken, and whatever rage you’ve instilled in us will soon be eclipsed by relief. But metanoia will not be a possibility for long, Dr. Bruton. And I do not think you wish to experience the alternative. + Letter Received 2011-07-18 - Letter Received 2011-07-18 My son died today. The first thing he ever asked me for was a bow. He wanted so to have the skill of archery that his sister came to naturally. I will never forget the look of concentration in his eyes as he drew back the bow and fired and sent a gleaming shaft of light soaring past the target and over the hills, his mother and I laughed, and laughed, and laughed, and The first sound he made was a laugh, I think. My firstborn son, Apollo, my first sign that I could be something greater than my Father, my first true redemption. The first thing that touched his lips was ambrosia. My son starved to death today. There is no rage left in me. Whatever is left is something new. I have boiled down all the wrath in my gut, it seems, to a solid core of something new. The hunger is rotting it. You are going to rot too, Doctor Bruton. You are going to rot, Dotty Bruton, and I will watch. My eyes are not what they once were, but the eagles still call me their god with pride in their voices, and I have seen you, Dotty Rhea Bruton, I have seen your tiny, mortal little life play out from the beginning and it was nothing. Absolutely nothing. You have studied and read and worked your entire life to become something to do something and you will never achieve anything so important or so terrible as what you have done here in killing my son, my son, my Fine. Fine. As a show of good faith, I will give you your boon in advance. I have decided, Dotty, in my infinite, divine, inimitable wisdom, that you no longer get to die. You no longer get to escape your pathetic scrap of an existence. Another way we are above you! Starving gods may take forever to die, but at least we get to die! Did you know I could do that? After what you took from us? I will get to die, but you, your eyes, your hidden secret organs, the eagles will descend and peck and peck and peck and peck and peck and peck and peck and peck and peck and peck and peck and peck and peck and peck and peck and peck and peck and peck and peck and peck and peck and + Letter Received 2011-10-13 - Letter Received 2011-10-13 My children are all dying, Doctor. My children are starving, Dotty Rhea Bruton, one by one by one, and I can see all, and I am watching it happen. I see everything there is to see and this is there to see and I am watching them die. My mother's name was Rhea, you know. She would hide me from my father. She'd sing, she'd hum, run her hand through my hair, while my Father the King of All and One ripped my siblings to pieces with his teeth but they came back together why won't you come back? Wake up! I did what Father did! I bit you! I consumed you! I felt the ichor hit my tongue and there was that old familiar delicious taste but you still! Won't! Wake! Up! You defer to me! Death defers to me! I am the universe! I am all! I have tasted your skin and your nectarous blood and your ambrosial cells and + Letter Received 2012-01-09 - Letter Received 2012-01-09 Please. There is nothing left. They are gone. Where did they go? The Styx is not for us. We cannot cross. Where did they go? I've asked, but they won't answer. My wife is dying. My sister is dying. My wife and my sister and the light of my world is a shell clutched to my chest and I cannot help her, I cannot tell her how I am alive, I cannot teach my love on her deathbed to repeat the crimes of our Father with the bodies of our children Please. I am a proud old god, but I will turn myself to dust if you relent. If you save her. It will happen either way, but you will be able to boast. But you can already boast, can’t you? You've killed gods without raising a finger. I'm humming her the tune, the one my Mother taught me to drown out the crunching sounds. I think it’s helping. I’ll teach it to you too. Nothing is currently known about the original sender of the letters. However, given their clear association with SCP-4653, MTF Psi-29029 ("Alpine Echo") has been dispatched to the Pieria region of Greece along with 100 liters of SCP-4653-1 for the purpose of locating and recovering the author. Addendum as of 2012-06-15: The following letter was delivered this morning to the office of Dr. Stichol, current supervisor of the SCP-4653 research team. Unlike the previous correspondence, its envelope contained postage and a 2012-06-04 postmark giving the letter's origin as Crete. According to postal service logs, delivery was delayed due to the moderate illegibility of the address. A response team has been dispatched to its origin with another 100 liters of SCP-4653-1. + Letter Transcript - Letter Transcript They're all gone now Returned to where they came They all came from me Father to Earth to Father again How is my handwriting? I have not written my own letters since Iris is gone, to the same place as the others Where did the others go I'm going there too, I think I came back to the start, looking for something I was there before, where they went, I think I was divine But I've sucked the last phalange clean And there's no ambrosia in the marrow (I've checked) I miss my children I miss my wife I miss my Mother I miss the laughter, before all this I'm humming but it's not the same I hope she understands Addendum as of 2012-07-01: The following email has been logged due to its relevant content as required by RAISA Statute ID9807-E. To: Site-66 Personnel ([email protected]) From: Basil Myrmica ([email protected]) Subject: Comments on Recent Events Personnel of Site-66, In light of recent events, I would like to clear up a misconception about the Foundation's goal. We are not here, in fact, to mindlessly collect and placate everything even slightly out of the ordinary. Nor is our purpose to gain power and influence. Our mission, across the entire organization, is to maintain as livable a world as possible for as many people as possible. We secure and we contain, yes, but only in service to those we protect. With that in mind, I would like to make something very clear. If you try to work around the Foundation's protocols in secrecy for some perceived great good, you're not a hero. You're a fool. The Foundation has a hell of a lot of experience when it comes to figuring out the best course of action to help people. Keeping information from the organization at large because you think you can do better will do nothing but cause unnecessary damage. And, hell, if you're already doing the right thing, the Foundation can probably do it faster and with a lot more manpower. We are not cruel. We are not cold. We simply do what is necessary to keep the world from falling apart. If you can't tell the difference, then find a new line of work. Dr. Myrmica Site Director Footnotes 1. Standard for the Installation of Lightning Protection Systems 2. Known colloquially as the golden eagle. 3. Tests on the effects of long-term consumption are in progress. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4653" by Sonderance, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4653. 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-4654 | safe | scp-4654 - angels by dado Explanation about article. Image Credits https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Mostschenke_Oberlaa_02.jpg header.png https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Laboratory_glass_bottle-100ml.jpg medicine.jpg All image edits were made by me, djkaktus. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4654 Level3 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: warning link to memo Blackened skin of individual suffering from SCP-4654 withdrawal symptoms. Assigned Site Site Director Research Head Assigned Task Force Site-81 J. Karlyle Aktus Desmond Altumo N/A Empty vial of SCP-4654. Special Containment Procedures: The entire known supply of SCP-4654 is to be stored in a high-security hermetically sealed item vault at Site-81. Personnel are not to interact with SCP-4654 under any circumstances without express pre-authorized approval by the Site-81 Head of Bio-Chemical Hazards. Testing of SCP-4654 is currently forbidden. Description: SCP-4654 is the group designation for an extremely toxic biohazardous substance labeled as “dust of angel” on the side of the original bottles in which it was collected. SCP-4654 is a clear, liquid narcotic, generally injected into a subject’s bloodstream in order to reach a state of intense elation. Subjects who use SCP-4654 report feeling sublime bliss, profound awareness and serenity, and near-orgasmic pleasure from typically mundane sensations. Vapors produced by SCP-4654 cause a biochemical reaction in subjects’ brains similar to powerful opioids, making inhaling the substance dangerous due to its fast-acting dependency-forming characteristics. SCP-4654’s effects are short in duration1 and coming down from the drug has severe physical and psychological symptoms. Subjects who are deprived of SCP-4654, typically after four or five doses, experience a change to the structure of their skin in which the subject’s flesh becomes hard, blackened and seemingly charred, severe dehydration, the formation of hard bony structures under the skin that can puncture and bleed through the blackened exterior, shrinking of the eyes, severe distortion of the jaw and teeth to account for a lengthening of the skull2, shrinking and atrophy of the genitals, and severe curvature of the spine. These physical changes coincide with a dramatic increase in muscle mass and weight. Subjects experiencing the effects of SCP-4654 withdrawal will become unable to speak coherently or understand language, spoken or otherwise. The elation previously experienced under the drug will be replaced with what appears to be abject horror, shock, paranoia, agitation, and anger. While the psychological changes experienced by withdrawal sufferers will lessen over time, physical and behavioral changes can only be undone by the use of more SCP-4654. Subjects who inversely take too much of the substance3 will experience dramatically different side effects. Aside from psychologically debilitating elation and sensitivity to stimulation, subjects will experience the growth of large, webbed, hollow structures resembling wings on the upper back of the body that will become covered with a fine substance similar to hair, elongation of the arms and legs, narrowing of the torso and enlarging of the genitals. The subject’s face will become distorted, with the eyes migrating towards the center of the face to make room for two more sets of eyes beside them, with the pupils and eyelids becoming narrow and triangular in shape. The mouth and nose will cease to exist altogether, as will the exterior structures of the ears and the existence of hair anywhere on the body4. The skin will take on a bleached appearance and will become noticeably softer and more easily damaged. Lastly, subjects experiencing these changes will no longer be capable of ambulatory movement (due to severe atrophy of muscles within the arms and legs), but do become capable of levitating a short distance above the ground, as if the subject’s entire body was underwater. The changes to subjects who ingest too much of the SCP-4654 substance cannot be reversed once they begin. These changes are invariably fatal. Subjects will become increasingly translucent and brittle until they begin to disappear entirely as their mass and density approaches zero. Subjects in the final stages of this process are incapable of speech, but do appear to experience near-constant ecstasy up until the moment they vanish. Addendum 4654.1: Discovery SCP-4654 was discovered by the joint Foundation/UIU task force JTF Tidas-3 “Nine Lives” during their investigation into a string of anomalous narcotics that were flowing out of the “Three Portlands” region and into the United States. While their investigation was inevitably successful in reducing the flow of dangerous anomalous narcotics, SCP-4654 was not the substance that was initially targeted by the group. SCP-4654 was discovered by JTF Ti-3 agents while following a dead lead; the agents encountered a small community of SCP-4654 users who were in advanced stages of both SCP-4654 overdose and withdrawal, with the withdrawal sufferers acting subservient to and caring for those who had overdosed. The entire supply of SCP-4654 was seized from the location, and the remaining affected individuals moved to Area-4 for processing and confinement. Addendum 4654.2: Communication from Persons-of-Interest During transportation of SCP-4654 between the location of initial discovery and Area-4’s anomalous biohazard study facility, Agent James Cousins received a text message on his personal cell phone, which he had erroneously brought with him despite policy forbidding the use of personal electronic devices on deployment. The full exchange is contained below. this foundation man? Excuse me? Who is this? this dado. u receive package of medicine yes? from port lands? medicine what is dust from angel? How did you get this number? pls destroy box of medicine pls make mistake. not good 4 people dado is sry pls destroy box Tell me how you got this number no just destroy box pls dado is very sorry dado did very bad thing did not mean to dado give u anything u want. if u want money dado give u money. if u want more medicine dado give u that. medicine in box is bad. dado did bad. pls destroy. pls destroy box pls pls pls destroy box pls pls dado did not mean to hurt people pls destroy ??? dado is sorry Since this exchange, the person-of-interest known as “dado” has sent several letters in small paper envelopes that have appeared outside Area-4 (and later Site-81), each asking for personnel there to destroy the contents of the container in which SCP-4654 was discovered. Addendum 4654.3: Loss of Area-4 Due to poor understanding of the nature of SCP-4654’s characteristics by the Joint Task Force, the substance was handled in an unprofessional and unsafe way, resulting in all members of the task force being exposed to SCP-4654 vapors. This led to many personnel at Area-4 being exposed to the substance within a short period of time. Use of the substance during this period resulted in a loss of nearly a quarter of the entire supply of SCP-4654 at the time. While a handful of area staff were able to evacuate before exposure, the vast majority were exposed to and consumed SCP-4654 in excess, resulting in nearly the entire staff of Area-4 overdosing on the substance. Staff members who evacuated alerted the nearby Site-51 of the incident, but upon arriving at Area-4 security staff found that the site was on lockdown. This lockdown would not be raised until nearly a week later due to security protocols, at which time only a handful of personnel in advanced stages of SCP-4654 overdose remained. An armed biohazard team was able to contain the remaining vessels of SCP-4654, which were immediately moved to Site-81 for long-term storage. A single distress call was sent to Site-17 during the lockdown. The transcript of this call is available below. [As the call begins, the quiet sound of wet meat being dragged is heard. This is occasionally interspersed with the rustling of feathers and light, organic cracking sounds. Soft moans and gasps from vaguely human voices are audible, but no individual source can be determined. This continues for seventeen uninterrupted minutes.] [After 17:01 minutes have passed, all background sound cuts out entirely, leaving only the sound of a single person's shallow breathing.] [Eight seconds later, the individual speaks.] Unknown voice: I see heaven. [Three seconds of uninterrupted silence.] [Call ends.] Footnotes 1. Typically ten to fifteen minutes, depending on the subject. 2. Described as a more “canid” appearance. 3. Generally considered to be more than ten doses of the substance within a half-hour period. 4. Except for the “wings”. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4654" by djkaktus, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4654. 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-4655 | safe | An article with no intention other than to creep you out. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item #: SCP-4655 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4655 is kept in a standard Safe-class containment chamber. Within the containment chamber, a single overhead lamp constructed for the manifestation of SCP-4655-1 instances is to remain dimly lit at all times. Personnel that have lost a relative or partner within the last 5 years are restricted from SCP-4655's containment chamber. Description: SCP-4655 is a twin-sized bed decorated with a pink bedsheet. SCP-4655's primary anomalous property manifests upon an individual sitting or laying on the item. In order to activate SCP-4655's anomalous properties, said individual must have a relative or loved one who has died within the last five years. Upon an individual activating SCP-4655's anomalous properties, the subject will experience extremely heightened senses of grief and depression alongside difficulty focusing on tasks. The subject's emotional distress is caused by any and all relatives or loved ones the subject knew who have died in the last five years. SCP-4655's secondary portion to its anomalous property only occurs if there is any portion of the room completely unexposed to light. Should this factor be present, a pale humanoid entity (deemed SCP-4655-1) will simultaneously manifest within the dark portion of the room and slowly move towards the subject. The anatomy of SCP-4655-1 instances consists of a short torso, extremely thin and elongated limbs, a mouth with well-aligned teeth similar to that of a human's, and purely black eyes appearing to be "stretched" horizontally. The end of the instances' limbs end in sharp points. SCP-4655-1 instances are capable of complex speech in the primary language of the affected subject. SCP-4655-1 instances use this ability to calm and emotionally support the distressed subject, commonly via hugging and reassuring statements. SCP-4655 subjects do not display any sign of fear of SCP-4655-1 instances, rather treating them similarly to a close friend.1 Should a subject exit the room SCP-4655 is in, the SCP-4655-1 instance will return to the dark portion of the room and demanifest. SCP-4655's anomalous effects on the subject will then cease. Discovery Log: The following is a 911 call which led to the discovery of SCP-4655. [BEGIN LOG] 911 Operator: 911, what's your emergency? Alexa Rhetori: We need armed police officers at [DATA REDACTED]— [Stuttering] I don't know what the hell it is, but it's— 911 Operator: Is it an armed individual, ma'am? Alexa Rhetori: No, but it's going to— it's going to kill my daughter, please! Sarah Rhetori: [Distantly with sobs] Mom, he's here to help! Don't tattle on him! 911 Operator: Is that your daughter, ma'am? Alexa Rhetori: [Quickly] Yes, yes! She recently had her grandfather die and they were really close and so I gave her some, um, time alone and then I— oh, god, oh god, I— 911 Operator: Please calm down ma'am, we have emergency services on the way. Unidentified: [Distant] You could use me too, couldn't you? Come here, it's going to be alright. I promise. Alexa Rhetori: Hurry.. please. [Hesitantly] Oh my god, stay the fuck back! 911 Operator: Ma'am, are you okay? Sarah Rhetori: Mom, just put down the phone! He's helping me, please! We just both miss grandpa, that's— that's all! [Pause] Mom! Alexa Rhetori: "We?" I said get the hell back, now! Fucking— [Pause] Oh dear lord, you— Unidentified: [Closer than before] Shhhh, shhhhh. It's okay, momma. I'm here for you. It'll get better. Just watch. Alexa Rhetori: [Stuttering] P-Please, don't— [A loud crack is heard followed by the phone being dropped to the floor alongside another heavy object.] 911 Operator: Ma'am? Ma'am! Unidentified: [Shushing, now distantly] It's okay, it's okay. We'll both miss her. Together. [END LOG] Following police arrival, Sarah was found sitting in front of SCP-4655. The mother's corpse was found in the living room of the household with a broken neck, causing her to expire instantly. Sarah was administered specialized amnestics and has since been placed into foster care. Following the incident, SCP-4655 was secured and relocated to Site-64. Footnotes 1. Whether this is a memetic or congitohazardous effect is under investigation. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4655" by DrCaroll, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4655. 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-4656 | keter | NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDKEEPING AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION. This is an automated message re: SCP-4656. Due to its anomalous effects, all personnel receiving this message must confirm its receipt to ensure SCP-4656’s continued containment. In accordance with the Special Containment Procedures, some segments are highlighted in blue for your convenience. Thank you for your cooperation. Item #: SCP-4656 Special Containment Procedures: This document will be sent to all Foundation personnel with Level 2 Clearance or higher by email every week. Personnel should then (re)read the document to reinforce the mnemonic device used to contain SCP-4656: there is no connection. Any information about SCP-4656 must be rendered as plainly as possible while still keeping with the standard format. Due to its otherwise self-containing nature, knowledge of SCP-4656 and its properties is harmless and available to any relevant personnel. However, Foundation webcrawlers are to monitor any academic communities for instances of SCP-4656-2 or other signs of infection. Any individuals found in the infection’s early stages are to be passively observed. Any groups displaying widespread infection will be infiltrated by Mobile Task Force Delta-6 (“Grifters”) and disbanded from the inside. Methods of doing so may even include defaming SCP-4656-1 instances or their work. If any SCP-4656-1 instances reach Stage 4 or 5 anyway, personnel may directly interfere to prevent them from progressing to Stage 6. This may even include directly informing instances that the connections do not exist. Should Stage 6 occur, containment personnel must use all available measures to prevent its completion, including lethal force. During this time, SCP-4656’s assigned Senior Containment Specialist must identify the foci of the SCP-4656-1 instance(s) and gather as much information about them as possible. They must then take copies of this information to the nearest Metaphysical Isolation Chamber in case of failure to prevent the completion of Stage 6. This is to prevent the nonexistent connections from affecting anything critical. If Stage 6 completes, then the resulting damage to reality must be repaired using the preserved information. In the case of Stage 6a, little further action is necessary. Since the connections do not exist, SCP-4656 relation to the damaged concepts can be exploited to recontain it. In the case of Stage 6b, the acting Senior Containment Specialist will meet with the O5 Council to decide the next course of action about any damaged/erased concepts. This is to ensure that the imperative justifies the heavy use of Foundation resources necessary to repair such damage. Only individuals who have a known proficiency in mathematics may conduct testing involving SCP-4656. This is to both control the resulting effects of Stage 6a and to reduce the chances of an unintentional Stage 6b. Currently, the Department of Analysis is the group managing potential candidates. All questions regarding SCP-4656 and its applications should be directed to either them or the onsite RAISA liaison. Personnel not involved with testing are to be thoroughly reminded that there is no connection. This is to ensure that there is no uncontrolled spread of SCP-4656 outside of testing. Under no circumstances are any instances of SCP-4656-2 to be created without direct supervision from testing personnel. Personnel found making connections that do not exist will be dealt with on a case-by-case basis. Any mention of The Sefirot Guild outside of internal Foundation documentation should be reported immediately to O5-10. Description: SCP-4656 is an abstract concept that exhibits an anti-infohazardous effect.1 Specifically, SCP-4656 is the concept of a process designed to establish causal/thematic connections between several unrelated entities by analyzing coincidental patterns. The anomaly surrounding SCP-4656 is that despite testing proving otherwise, no system exists for this purpose. Indeed, conventional mathematics could not support such a system. In all senses, SCP-4656 does not exist, and, therefore, it cannot establish real connections. There are no connections. However, systems based off SCP-4656 always return evidence of connections. Further, once a sentient mind contains SCP-4656, it alters the behavior of the affected subject (hereafter referred to as SCP-4656-1) to account for this information. Their attempts to actualize this concept (the resultant systems designated SCP-4656-2) and display it to others is what propagates SCP-4656. The spread of SCP-4656 occurs through the following mechanism: Stage 1 (Speculation): An unaffected subject becomes aware of SCP-4656, whether through viewing the results of a SCP-4656-2 system or by pondering SCP-4656 itself. Strangely, infection only occurs if the unaffected subject truly believes that SCP-4656 exists. This risk can be mitigated entirely if an unaffected subject is informed/reminded that there is no connection. If the concept does not take root in the subject's mind, then they will remain unaffected. Stage 2 (Notation): Once infection occurs, however, they will become acutely aware of random trends in large data sets. In addition, they will become unshakably convinced that these trends are due to connections between these data sets, even though those connections do not exist. Both the type of matching data and the pool from which data is gathered appear to be irrelevant. Nothing is too broad or too specific to trigger the effects. This awareness only applies to random relationships; qualities that are either inherently similar or identical cannot be charted using SCP-4656.2 This awareness also denotes their conversion into SCP-4656-1. In this stage, they will fixate upon several entities, typically ones holding personal significance, and record any instances of the noted trend. Stage 3 (Actualization): Once an instance has gathered enough raw data, they will then begin to develop a mathematical formula based on their recordings (SCP-4656-2) and attempt to solve it.3 No consistent elements have been identified for SCP-4656-2, as the system is looking for connections that do not exist. Therefore, the elements of SCP-4656-2 are dependent on the SCP-4656-1 instance creating them and will often contain nonsensical mechanics as a result.4 Depending on the complexity of SCP-4656-2, Stage 3’s duration may vary widely. Past durations have taken anywhere from 30 minutes to 7 years. Stage 4 (Realization): Stage 4 is marked by the instance reaching a solution and returning a single value. Due to the nature of SCP-4656-2, this value could be anything from a number to a name to a physical object. The meaning assigned to this value seems to be dependent on how many degrees of separation there are between the observed entities. More degrees of separation typically results in values that are more esoteric. Without fail, this value is an underlying causal marker in every piece of data used. However, the connection is only obvious if divined through the created SCP-4656-2. This value will even indicate connections that are non-obvious or even impossible. This is, of course, because the connections do not exist. Stage 5 (Proliferation): The SCP-4656-1 instance will then attempt to share their discovery and their SCP-4656-2 with as many other people as possible. Any unaffected subjects who ponder the validity of the results risk SCP-4656 infection unless they already know that the connections do not exist. However, due to the nature of SCP-4656-2, the instance will be incapable of explaining it in a way that unaffected subjects will be able to understand. This usually leads to the instance’s work being dismissed as fraudulent, hampering the spread of SCP-4656. If an instance is discouraged from sharing, the compulsion grows dormant as they realize that the connections they made do not exist. The instance's behavior then gradually returns to normal as SCP-4656 fades from their mind. If they continue this endeavor, however, they will become more and more devoted to relaying SCP-4656-2. This will lead to one of two possible outcomes. Stage 6a (Alteration): The SCP-4656-1 instance’s efforts will result in the creation of a version of their SCP-4656-2 that expresses its premises as an axiomatic proof. This duration usually lasts about as long as the duration of Stage 3. If they are successful, this creates a paradox. Since SCP-4656-2 is a visual depiction of a nonexistent concept, it has been theorized that the reason Stage 6 is so volatile is that these systems technically don’t exist. Further, they are enforcing connections that also don’t exist. By incorporating methods that do exist into their formulas, they override the principles on which the SCP-4656-2 is founded. This paradox causes a sort of 'informational effervescence'.5 This corrupts the framework of the created SCP-4656-2 and retroactively alters its nature. The nonsensical operations become those that are rational in order to resolve the ontological paradox. Thus, reality itself changes to match the rational version of SCP-4656-2, which is by default a CK-Class Reality Restructuring Scenario. Stage 6b (Disintegration): However, if an SCP-4656-1 instance is unsuccessful, this creates a further paradox. A proof that speaks against the validity of their results negates the connections that they made and reinforces their nonexistence. Since the metaphysical framework of the system is already unstable, the conceptual bulk of SCP-4656-2 collapses altogether. All information about entities observed through it fuses with the information of SCP-4656, virtually erasing them from existence. The only known method of salvage/reification is manually remaking the entity using preserved information. Preservation of information has been achieved in the past through metaphysical isolation (storage in alternate dimensions, alternate universes, Scranton boxes, etc.). That method of storage, while exorbitant, is absolutely necessary to see the results of any alterations. For example, an instance of SCP-4656-2 created during testing uses through the following steps: Taking the square root of a truck symbol multiplied by 4(lm) The value of the previous step being divided by a lamp symbol Adding a heart symbol to the result of the previous two steps This series of calculations would equal the Foundation’s insignia. At this stage, no alarm was raised as the connection did not yet exist. However, after the SCP-4656-1 instance was able to define the symbols (thus completing Stage 6a), the equation was found to correspond to a Foundation front company. This company – Sconces, Candelabras, and Photography – is a widespread chain store that offers electrical and lighting equipment. All of the variables can be made constant by taking measurements on a unit sold by the company. The truck symbol refers to the distribution of a unit sold by the company and its distance from the store. The lamp symbol refers to the composition and dimensions of the unit. The heart symbol refers to the satisfaction of the customer. For clarification, these values were undefined before the completion of Stage 6a. Before then, the equation literally operated on the objects that the symbols represented. As such, there was no connection. The meaning of this was unknown until the Senior Containment Specialist exited the Chamber after testing had concluded. Their compiled records showed that the lamp in question was originally purchased from a mundane lighting equipment manufacturer. Further, they showed no existence of Sconces, Candelabras, and Photography before the testing session. This was especially concerning due to its well-recorded existence since 1956 and high number of customers. The Department of Analysis conducted an investigation as part of testing protocol. Notably, they discovered that any appliance sold by the company demonstrated a passive anomalous effect. Exposure to an appliance's light instills a subconscious alignment with the Foundation's directives. As a result, locations with high concentrations of the company's products were found to have faster item recovery and cover-up times due to the civilians’ unconscious cooperation. No special plans to exploit the connection that shouldn't exist have yet been made, although they have been considered. Addendum 1: Discovery SCP-4656 was discovered after a routine sweep of Site-01’s archival servers. Due to their isolated nature, personnel stationed on-site were able to observe a possible discrepancy. Further examination showed that the existence of a Group of Interest known as The Sefirot Guild had been erased from all other records. Based on information lingering in Site-01, The Sefirot Guild was a group of occult mathematicians. Their ‘guild’ was devoted to a modification of Gnostic teachings. These teachings stated that numbers hold the truest significance over all other things. Further, they held that through numbers, anything could be divined. They even believed that the nonexistent could be charted. Members would show this belief through ritually developing mathematical proofs stating the validity of such practices. According to remaining records, they made heavy use of equations indicative of SCP-4656-2. This would explain their relative obscurity before their erasure. The nonsensical connections they made would likely have kept them from being perceived as credible. In an effort to ascertain what it was that they did, SCP-4656 itself was discovered. Through analysis of their last recorded communications, it was determined that their usage of SCP-4656-2 was the cause of their erasure. Currently, it is theorized that The Sefirot Guild had attempted to use SCP-4656-2 on other instances of SCP-4656-2. In doing so, they ‘stacked’ the paradoxical nature of SCP-4656-2 on top of itself. The resulting completion of Stage 6b erased them from existence instead of what they observed. After observing the fate of The Sefirot Guild, SCP-4656’s true nature was established. Projections suggest that even one uncontrolled Stage 6b could result in either an OK-Class Metaphysical Collapse Scenario or a ZK-Class Reality Failure Scenario. Therefore, it is imperative that you remember that there is no connection. Click Here to Confirm Receipt. Receipt Confirmed. Inoculation Complete. Thank you for your cooperation, and remember: There is no connection. Secure. Contain. Protect. Footnotes 1. An anti-infohazard is a rare kind of information-based anomaly that functions through non-awareness. Whereas a normal infohazard manifests itself by knowledge of or references to its locus endangering subjects, an anti-infohazard manifests itself by lack of knowledge endangering subjects. 2. Currently, the reason for this is unknown. 3. Though the number of monitored entities varies, the number of (nonexistent) connections established will never be less than four. Thus, it seems that the maximum number of similarities that may exist in a system before SCP-4656 may be applied is three. The reason for this is also unknown. 4. Notable examples include raising 'meals that remind you of home' to exponential powers, multiplying imaginary numbers by 'the color black', and taking the square root of 'Former Vice President Joe Biden'. 5. A term defined as two distinct concepts losing cohesion and adopting traits of each other. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4656" by LuluTheRadiant, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4656. 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-4657 | safe | SCP-4657. Item #: SCP-4657 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4657 is stored in a standard item storage vault. Identification of its creator is considered a Level 2 priority. Description: SCP-4657 is a box housing a single mechanical button. The exterior of the box is composed of common mahogany wood and is otherwise unremarkable aside from a set of instructions engraved on one of the faces. The engraved instructions are as follows: Step 1: Go outside, like for real, you need to be outside for this. Trust me dude. Also, you need to be alone when Never mind, it’s fine if there are other people to see it too. Step 2: Open the box. (duh) Step 3: Press the button. Step 4: Enjoy. Pressing the button will cause SCP-4657 to produce a monotonous beeping sound for 15 seconds. At the cessation of the beeping sound, SCP-4657 will begin ejecting fireworks as a disembodied masculine voice relays a message. This message has been transcribed in Addendum 4657. At the conclusion of the message, the fireworks display will increase in size until five minutes after activation. The fireworks have not been observed to leave behind any residue of burn marks, nor have they caused any harmful visual or auditory effects. Addendum 4657: Below is the transcribed message that will play at the activation of SCP-4657. The identity of the speaker remains unknown. (Sounds of disembodied cheers and applause are present throughout the message.) You did it man! You really did it! You had me scared for a while there but I'm glad everything's going to be fine now. I can’t wait to get back on the things we didn’t finish doing. You'll have your strength back in no time, I promise! I'll even make your favorite pudding! (Brief pause) I have something to ask you but I really can’t tell you that in person, it's a bit embarrassing. I’m really serious about it though, and if things don’t go the way I want them to, I hope we can still be friends. I really thought I was gonna lose you there. Anyway, you missed our annual tradition of watching the fireworks so I brought them to you! Enjoy your very own awesome mega fireworks! (Before the end of the fireworks display, SCP-4567 ejects a single firework, which explodes and forms the phrase “Will you go out with me?” before deactivating.) The fireworks produced by SCP-4657 two minutes after its initial activation. Discovery: On 2018/04/03, SCP-4657 was discovered in a hospital in Malabuyoc, Philippines. A staff member saw the still gift-wrapped SCP-4657 in the Patient’s Unclaimed Property room and unintentionally activated it. Due to its anomalous properties, there were no damages or injuries. Interrogation of the family and friends of the late owner of SCP-4657 was inconclusive. Aiden Torres, a close friend of the late owner of SCP-4657, has been discovered to be missing since 2018/04/03. Locating Mr. Torres has been deemed a moderate priority. The civilians involved were amnesticized and SCP-4657 was retrieved. Update 4657/2019: On 2019/04/03, a police report indicated that an unsanctioned fireworks display had occurred on a secluded field at Malabuyoc, Philippines. Arriving at the site, the police found no signs of burn marks or any traces of fireworks residue. A picnic blanket along with two cups of egg pudding, one of which has been half-eaten, was also found on the site. DNA testing on the consumed foodstuff was inconclusive. The perpetrator has yet to be identified. The fireworks incident (upper left) occuring on the secluded field. Image taken by a tourist. |
SCP-4658 | safe | SCP-4658 Item #: SCP-4658 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4658 is stored in a containment locker located within Site-77. Its wires are bound in place with rubber bands and weighed down to prevent uncontrolled floating within its locker. Newspaper has been stuffed into the crevices between the main plastic housing and the buttons in order to prevent them from being used outside of a testing setting. Once per week, it is to be removed from its housing for testing purposes. D-Class personnel are to be psychologically screened for abnormal sexual behaviors prior to their interactions with SCP-4658. As it is not possible to access the internals of SCP-4658 without destructive measures being taken, no tests of these sort are authorized without the approval of Director Gillespie. Description: SCP-4658 is a controller designed and released by Arcadia which is compatible with multiple gaming platforms. The male connector resembles the 9-pin D-connector used by consoles such as Sega's 8 and 16 bit consoles along with Commodore computers. Plugging into female ports on any video game console manufactured before January 1st, 2000 will work, despite being outwardly incompatible.1 SCP-4658 is capable of autonomous movement and independently inputting button commands. If left plugged into game machines or computers, it may cause them to activate without human input. When not in the presence of humans, SCP-4658 is noted to suspend itself in the air for hours at a time, falling to the ground when a human being comes near. When used for extended play periods, melting wax may emerge from SCP-4658's seams to coat the hands of the player. SCP-4658's wires frequently wrap around nearby individuals, particularly their ankles and feet. Players may experience a tickling sensation and occasionally minor electrocution while using SCP-4658 despite there being no exposed wiring or recorded voltage spikes. If a single individual utilizes SCP-4658 repeatedly, effects such as these will begin to occur more frequently. If SCP-4658's user begins to feel frustrated or upset during play, inputs to SCP-4658 may begin lagging without cause. If SCP-4658 is thrown or otherwise abused as a result of play it is known to begin oozing large quantities of hot liquid wax. This will not damage SCP-4658's internal components or any machines which it is connected to. Users have noted waking up with SCP-4658's wires binding their arms or legs together, with SCP-4658 itself resting on their laps. Video evidence exists to suggest that SCP-4658 will float above users in their sleep, dripping hot wax on their chests or backs before wrapping itself around them. This material has not been reported as present upon the user's awakening. If SCP-4658 is not utilized regularly, it will begin interfacing with other electronics which it is capable of coming into physical contact with. If other wired controllers are present, they will become entangled and knotted when not observed. The room they are in may become humid, with a strong odor of grease and solder. SCP-4658-K in containment following decontamination. Addendum: Incident 4658-X SCP-4658's original containment procedures called for it to be left isolated indefinitely without access to other computational devices. On 04/12/2018, SCP-4658 was discovered missing from its containment locker during a routine audit. Although extensive searching was undertaken by Site-77's security agents, they were not able to locate it until January of 2019. SCP-4658 had apparently been in a high-volume containment vault since it went missing, and it was found wrapped around a pair of gaming consoles2. These machines had corresponding male and female ports which had not been present before. SCP-4658's wrapping around them had forced these ports to interface. Upon their recovery, the Xbox had a bulbous growth in its casing, and both machines were covered with copious quantities of wax, plastic residue, and thermal grease. Shortly after recovery, the growth pushed out the console's disc drive and front face plate, expelling SCP-4658-K which was, at the time, covered in thermal paste. Footnotes 1. Consoles which were originally released before that date but manufactured afterwards are not subject to this effect. 2. An original model Xbox and Sega 32X. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4658" by Anonymous, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4658. 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-4660 | euclid | SCP-4660-1 Item #: SCP-4660 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4660-1 is to be contained on-site at SCP-4660-3, within a Type S Mammalian Anomaly Containment Chamber. The chamber is to be inspected daily for attempts to breach containment. This chamber and the property on which SCP-4660-3 has been built is maintained by staff from Site-64. SCP-4660-1 is to be fed using an appropriate feeding schedule, with a veterinary physical examination to occur once monthly for any changes in SCP-4660-1's health. SCP-4660-2 is to receive daily inspections for unsanctioned damage. All attempts to remove SCP-4660-2 have been indefinitely suspended. Description: SCP-4660-1 is a female specimen of Felis catus.1 SCP-4660-2 is a pink collar made of an as of yet unidentified aramid fiber, affixed around SCP-4660-1's neck. SCP-4660-2 has an attached brass tag engraved with "Buttercup," as well as a phone number. SCP-4660-3 is a single story suburban home in Portland, Oregon. When SCP-4660-1 expires or moves farther than a 50 meter radius from SCP-4660-3, it immediately vanishes, then reappears within SCP-4660-3's living room, causing a detectable spike in Elan-Vital Energy.2 Any injuries sustained by SCP-4660-1 prior to this event will have regenerated with no signs of scar tissue or other trauma. SCP-4660-1 shows signs of distress while outside of SCP-4660-3 and will attempt to reenter the building. If no mundane means of entry are possible, SCP-4660-1 has been observed to trigger minor anomalous abilities3 or causing its own death, to achieve reentry. While within SCP-4660-3, SCP-4660-1 behaves similarly to non-anomalous members of its species. Attempts to remove SCP-4660-2 from SCP-4660-1 have proven impossible. Removal of SCP-4660-2 will cause SCP-4660-1 to reappear in the living room of SCP-4660-3 with SCP-4660-2 around its neck. Any damage sustained to SCP-4660-2 that severely compromises its integrity or otherwise removes it from around SCP-4660-1's neck likewise will trigger SCP-4660-1 to vanish and reappear within SCP-4660-3. Testing to remove SCP-4660-2 from SCP-4660-1 for an extended period of time is currently ongoing. Testing to remove SCP-4660-2 from SCP-4660-1 for an extended period of time has been suspended per order of the Ethics Committee. The number listed on SCP-4660-2's tag is currently out of service. Local phone records have identified the number as being a former landline for SCP-4660-3. Attempts to contact previous owners of SCP-4660-3 are ongoing. As of the time of writing, none of these former owners, with the exception of SCP-4660-3's most recent residents, have been located by Foundation agents. Discovery: SCP-4660 was discovered on September 31st, 2017 following the detection of several spikes in Elan-Vital Energy within the vicinity of SCP-4660-3. An investigation by members of MTF Tau-51 ("Urban Brawl") lead to the discovery of both the properties of SCP-4660-1 and SCP-4660-2. Addendum: Interview Log 4660-01 Interviewed: Jayden Coles Interviewer: Agent Beatrice Ross Foreword: The following interview was conducted at SCP-4660-3 on October 1st, 2017, following the discovery of SCP-4660-1 after it demonstrated its ability by getting hit by a car. Agent Ross was selected for the interview due to her expertise as resident thaumatologist of MTF Tau-51. Jayden Coles is the former owner of SCP-4660-3. SCP-4660-1 was present during the interview due to the inability of SCP Foundation personnel to remove it from the site of SCP-4660-3. <Begin Log> Ross: Afternoon Mr. Coles. I'm Agent Ross. My colleagues and I will be out of your hair soon enough. I just got a few questions for you about your cat. Coles: That's not my cat. Ross: Pardon? Coles: Buttercup isn't my cat. My husband and I are deathly allergic. Apparently, it's been terrorizing this place for years now. Most of the previous owners were content in just letting it inside. It's a very friendly cat. But, you know, deathly allergic. Coles shrugs. Coles: Are you guys going to take it away? Ross: It's very likely we will have to, yes. Coles: Good. It's all yours. Ross: You're very quick to get rid of her. Coles: Can you blame me? It's constantly trying to get inside my house. We'll hear it meowing outside for hours and hours, suddenly stop, and then appear in our living room like some kind of Houdini. I've watched it throw itself in front of cars, get torn apart by a coyote, and chew holes in the garage door. It creeps me out. Two weeks ago it threw itself through the glass on the second story window. Those were new panes. A cat shouldn't be able to do that. To be honest with you, I don't think it's a cat anymore. I mean, just watch this. Coles crosses the room, picks up SCP-4660-1, and throws it at a nearby wall. An audible crack is heard as SCP-4660-1 makes contact, and it immediately vanishes and reappears at the center of SCP-4660-3's living room. Ross: Jesus Christ! What the hell is wrong with you?!? Coles: Look. Good as new. SCP-4660-1 is apparently unharmed. SCP-4660-1 watches Coles briefly, then moves to a corner of the room before lying down. Ross takes several notes and then resumes the interview. Ross: So what do you think it is? Coles: I don't know. I just wish it would stop coming back. Or at least it wasn't so friendly. That would make all of this easier. I personally watched it die nine times in the last six months… Coles sighs. Coles: Listen, if you guys can stop this, it's all yours. Hell, we'll sell you the place if you want. My husband and I just want to get away from that thing. <End Log> As of 03/10/2017 the property containing SCP-4660-3 has been purchased from its former residents and converted to a satellite site while maintaining the guise of civilian housing. Surveillance of Jayden Coles and his family is ongoing. Footnotes 1. Domestic Cat 2. One of the components of aetheric energy, which powers all thaumatology. 3. Abilities observed have included short-range teleportation, enhanced strength, and achieving velocities exceeding what is possible for a non-anomalous member of SCP-4660-1's species. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4660" by Jacob Conwell, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4660. 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-4660-1.jpg Author: Jacob Conwell's fiance License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki |
SCP-4661 | euclid | A ROUNDERHOUSE Joint Coming Soon - Rounderhouse ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4661 Level3 Containment Class: euclid Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo Site-666 during a nightly Waste Ejection Cycle. SPECIAL CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES: The primary means of containment is the House-Nicolas Theoplanar Vacuum Unit, located in the capstone of Site-666 (publicly known as the Luxor Las Vegas). The unit was designed in order to prevent another Collapse Incident. This is achieved by siphoning Tartarean Resonance Energy1, and using it to anchor both itself and Site-666 to the current theological plane of reality. The Theoplanar Vacuum Unit ejects waste every day at sundown. The Unit converts the excess TRE to Alpha radiation and releases it in a narrow, concentrated beam of light. The beam has been measured at 42.3 billion candelas, and necessitates the interior of the Planar Vacuum Unit be lined with heat-absorbent plating. DESCRIPTION: SCP-4661 is a region of space wherein the city of Las Vegas and the Fourth Circle of Hell (as reported in Dante Alighieri's Inferno) overlap. This results in the weakening of, and in certain circumstances, complete separation from baseline reality. SCP-4661 contains an extremely high density of demonic entities, and is sustained by the Tartarean Resonance Energy they produce. SCP-4661 is in constant flux, and, if uncontained, will fully collapse into the Fourth Circle. Foundation convoy entering Las Vegas during the SCP-4661 Initial Collapse. SCP-4661-B instances are Tartarean-class demonic entities superficially resembling humans, which exhibit significant internal and limited external anatomical differences. They possess small, curved horns on their craniums and a paler complexion than most humans. They also possess limited pyrokinetic capabilities, such as manifesting sparks from their hands or igniting small objects. These abilities increase in effectiveness when exposed to individuals engaging in hedonistic activities; for example, alcohol use, sexual intercourse, and gambling. They naturally produce significant amounts of TRE. SCP-4661 came to the Foundation's attention between January 12 to January 16 of 1992. Significant Foundation intervention was required to reestablish normalcy. Addendum 4661.1 INITIAL REPORT — DAY 1 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ UNEXPLAINED EVENT REPORT Image captured by Agent Daniels mid-event. LOCATION: Paradise/Las Vegas, Nevada STATUS: Ongoing TIME: 11:49 PM (local time) January 12 — Present DISRUPTION CLASS: Keneq EVENT SUMMARY: Spike in TRE levels of area accompanied by significant drop in Hume level. Red visual tinge has manifested, source unknown. Appearance of a large amount of humanoid entities with pale skin and horns throughout city. Suspicious lack of public response — interviewed individuals were lethargic and unresponsive, wishing instead to engage in copulation. Reported entities have begun to engage in violence against individuals, to no self-defensive response. Large indistinct shapes are visible in the desert outside the city, appear to be moving closer. Advise immediate response. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 4661.2 INCIDENT COMMITTEE MEETING TRANSCRIPT — DAY 1 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ MEMBERS: Applied Force Liaison Joseph Kurtz Occultic Sciences Sr. Researcher Randall House HMCL Supervisor Lee Thompson Large-Scale Containment Specialist Yusuf Ali «BEGIN LOG» THOMPSON: This shit always has to happen in the middle of the night, doesn't it? KURTZ: Yeah, we're all tired too, but this takes precedence over your beauty sleep. The Department of Applied Force is already shuttling troop transports toward Vegas. ALI: What MTFs are being deployed? KURTZ: They're combining Hammer Down, Dust Devils, Holy Men, and Patriots into two provisional task forces - Kappa Twelve "High Rollers" and Omega thirty-three "Ocean's Three-hundred". THOMPSON: Jesus, these guys couldn't fucking wait two hours? KURTZ: Apparently if we didn't go in, Pentagram were gonna call in the Gocks. We don't want to turn this into an international incident. In any case, it's done now, so let's figure out how to fix this. HOUSE: These are demons, right? THOMPSON: That's what the surveillance report says. All the signs of demon manifestation - sulfur stink, nonchalance among civvies, big spike in TRE levels. Where did they all fucking come from? HOUSE: You don't get enough demons to cause a reality break in one night, this has to have been building up for a while. ALI: Given the industry that Las Vegas services, this was not unprecedented. KURTZ: Well, what are we gonna do about it? HOUSE: Humans doing the stuff you'd expect from Vegas is like crack to demons. They're not gonna go away until we get their source of nutrition. KURTZ: Spray 'n pray works fine on demons. HOUSE: You're gonna use live ammo in the city full of civilians. That'll end well. KURTZ: Never said anything about bullets. Just holy water can get you a long way against these things. HOUSE: So you're gonna arm an MTF with super soakers. I don't know if that's better or worse. THOMPSON: Our primary mission is to reestablish normalcy — establishing containment comes second. HOUSE: I think you're all underestimating the sheer amount of demons in that city. KURTZ: Then we'll get more men. For now, everyone keep their pagers on for further developments. House, take your team and figure out exactly what is happening to Las Vegas. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 4661.3 SITUATIONAL UPDATE — DAY 2 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ SITUATIONAL UPDATE Foundation air support dumping holy water onto the Vegas Strip. MTF Omega-18 "Patriots". Foundation forces have deployed across the city, and deployed mobile Scranton Reality Anchors in order to bring small staging areas back to baseline reality. The largest of these staging areas is in the MGM Grand Hotel and Casino, which is on the Las Vegas Strip — the epicenter of demonic activity. Time Event 04:47 First convoy enters city limits through the Bruce Woodbury Beltway (I-215), meet light opposition from demonic entities, mostly armed with broken liquor bottles and blunt weapons. 05:55 Convoy rolls onto Las Vegas Strip. Entities are packed into the streets, and hinder the convoy's progress by attempting to seduce the drivers. Two drivers are incapacitated. 06: 24 Trucks enter the parking lot of the MGM Grand and begin clearing it of entities using holy water. Several entities are targeted before it is realized they are human prostitutes. 7:02 MGM Grand Hotel is secured. A command and communications center are established in the building. Aerial shot of SCP-4661 recontainment operations, day 1. ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 4661.4 INCIDENT COMMITTEE MEETING TRANSCRIPT — DAY 2 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ «BEGIN LOG» KURTZ: Welcome back, everybody. THOMPSON: How's the situation holding? KURTZ: We've seized most of the major key points along the Strip and sealed everything down. These fuckers are strong, though — takes several bullets to stop the bigger ones so we're chewing through reserves of ammo quick. We've already pushed the holy water plants and blessed ammunition factories to maximum efficiency; we're on a clock. House, tell me you have something? HOUSE: Well… yes. But you're not gonna like it. ALI: Get on with it. HOUSE: We're… fairly sure that the City of Las Vegas is currently slipping into Hell. [Silence for a few seconds.] THOMPSON: Jesus fucking Christ. HOUSE: Yeah, you'd think he'd show up for shit like this. KURTZ: Just to be clear, capital-H-double-hockeysticks Hell? Abrahamic Hell where the unbelievers will burn for eternity and all that jazz? HOUSE: Well, it's largely believed that there's only one plane of existence that we know as Hell, it's just gone by different nam— KURTZ: Answer the question. HOUSE: Yes. ALI: Gentlemen, we're sending soldiers with blessed magazines to fight demons in Las Vegas. If you think about the kind of city Las Vegas is, I don't think it's very far-fetched. THOMPSON: It's not that I don't believe him, it's that I can already smell the entire Southwest U.S Regional Command's asses collectively frying as they get court-martialed for letting a major U.S city literally go to hell. ALI: With all due respect, I don't think anyone will notice the difference. KURTZ: Hah! In any case, leaves all the more room for you to get promoted when we solve this shit and get our hero's welcome. So, House — how do you pull a city back from Hell? HOUSE: Like I said, this stuff doesn't just… happen. There has to have been some inciting incident. And based on the fact that along the entire Strip, the demons are crowded around Caesar's Palace, I'd bet whatever's in there is our target. KURTZ: Okay, we'll send in a task force to scout the place. Good wor- HOUSE: What? No! The place is probably crawling with enough demons to make Mother Teresa- KURTZ: Randy, bud, you're here to advise us on the occult aspect of all this. And you did that, so great job! But now we have to execute a tactical operation, so how about you let me do my job? Great? Great. Pagers on, folks. Dismissed. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 4661.5 ABRIDGED MISSION AUDIO TRANSCRIPT — DAY 3 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ MEMBERS: Applied Force Liaison Joseph Kurtz Occultic Sciences Sr. Researcher Randall House various members of MTF Ω-33 "Ocean's Three-hundred". Mission team enters basement of Caesar's Palace. «BEGIN LOG FROM 1:08:18» Ω33-ALPHA: I didn't know they had actual tunnels below Caesar's Palace. KURTZ: They don't. These aren't marked on any blueprints of the facility, and the rock isn't worn. These are new. HOUSE: Stinks of sulfur. Demons. Ω33-BETA: Safeties off, boys. Say your prayers. (Pause.) No, really. [All personnel descend into the tunnels, following a downward incline. After approximately twenty-three minutes, they arrive at a set of elevator doors embedded into the rock wall.] HOUSE: Uh, it's an elevator. KURTZ: No shit, Einstein. What's it doing at the end of a cave? What's our elevation? Ω33-BETA: Instruments say we're twenty meters below ground. HOUSE: Uhm.. do we go through it? KURTZ: I don't think we have much of a choice. [Kurtz presses the elevator call button, and waits for twenty-nine seconds. The elevator doors open, revealing a large hotel suite looking out over Las Vegas. A man in a bathrobe wearing a tophat is seated in front of the window, sipping from a teacup. ] Suite within tunnel. KURTZ: What the fuck. UNKNOWN: Oh, you're here! Welcome, welcome! Well, silly me, I forgot to make myself presentable knowing guests were coming over. Take a seat, take a seat. [A folding lawn chair, electrical chair, barstool, and recliner materialize and force themselves against all personnel, forcing them to sit.] UNKNOWN: Sorry, still getting the hang of this stuff. KURTZ: So, who are you, exactly? UNKNOWN: They call me Pluto — how do you do? KURTZ: Pluto? Greek god of death? PLUTO: Roman, actually. Ω33-BETA: I thought the Roman gods were just the Greek gods with the names cha- PLUTO: First of all that's incredibly rude. And kind of racist. Ω33-BETA: Jesus, I didn- PLUTO: Ugh, don't even mention that shitpiece to me. It's because of him that Satan thinks he's the hottest shit to come out of the human pantheon. KURTZ: Well, this has been fun, but so sorry to say that we're here for business, not pleasure. Is it true you're responsible for the shitshow going on outside? PLUTO: Oh, that? Well, I can't take all the credit, that would just be unfair. Couldn't have done it without all the other major demons. HOUSE: Others? PLUTO: Oh you didn't know? Vegas is demon country, kid. It always has been. Paradise—oh yeah, fun fact, most of the casinos are- Ω33-ALPHA: In Paradise, not Vegas, everyone knows that. PLUTO: Oh well excuse me, so sorry for trying to enrich your small, sad lives with the gift of knowledge. I was saying, Paradise was founded by demons. Fourth-circle demons to be exact — Greed demons. Satan got too big for his britches and kept levying taxes on them for gambling and all transactions of sin. HOUSE: Hell has taxes? PLUTO: It's literally Hell, did you think it was a non-profit? Anyway, they decided to pack up shop and leave somewhere he couldn't send his collectors; the middle of the American desert. Ω33-BETA: So you're doing all this because you want to commit tax fraud. PLUTO: Well, when you say it like that it sounds bad. But it doesn't really matter anyway — no one expected humans to be so absolutely rock-hard for self-destructive tendencies, and now we have so much pure sin in the city that it's being pulled back to where it all came from. HOUSE: Wait, but — why would you want to go to Hell? Didn't you say Satan's a dick? PLUTO: Oh yeah fuck that guy. But now, now I have an army of demons and humans who will pay out of the ass to gamble, drink, and fuck. I'm about to pull an economic takeover, baby. KURTZ: Well, could you… not do that? PLUTO: Did you think that was gonna work? KURTZ: I don't know, it was worth a shot. Okay, Plan B. [Ω33-ALPHA and Ω33-BETA slip their guns out of their holsters and fire at PLUTO, emptying their canisters of holy water. The water splashes off his bathrobe harmlessly.] PLUTO: You boys think you can take down the king of this town with some fancy super soakers? Next thing you're going to tell me is that we ran out of food at the buffet. [PLUTO advances on the soldiers. He is interrupted by HOUSE, seated in the foldable lawn chair.] HOUSE: What if we make a bet? [PLUTO slowly turns.] PLUTO: I'm listening. HOUSE: A game. We win, you guys leave here and go back to the hellhole you call home. PLUTO: And if you lose, we get earth? HOUSE: Yeah, sure. PLUTO: I like these terms. HOUSE: Wait wait. [HOUSE listens to a transmission from his earpiece.] HOUSE: I’m getting word I can’t bet the whole world. PLUTO: Aww. HOUSE: Okay, how about just Vegas? You win, we leave town and won't interfere with any of your business. PLUTO: Hmm. Tempting, but there's no risk for you personally, is there? HOUSE: I'll put my soul on the table. But it means I get to pick the game. PLUTO: That's fair. HOUSE: Magic the Gathering. PLUTO: What? No. Pick a real fucking game. HOUSE: Fine, then. Blackjack. PLUTO: Oh really? A true gambling man, are we? HOUSE: You know what they say, when in Rome. PLUTO: Well, this is the Caesar. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 4661.6 BLACKJACK GAME — DAY 3 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ «BEGIN LOG» HOUSE and PLUTO sit at a Blackjack table in a secluded backroom of the Caesar Casino. The only other entity in the room is the dealer, a Tartarean-class entity wearing a tuxedo. PLUTO: You're a bold man to trust your immortal soul to the heart of the cards. HOUSE: You know what they say. No risk, no reward. DEALER: Alright, since we have two players betting against each other, we're playing this a little different from on the floor. I'm not getting any cards, just the two of you. Whoever has the higher hand at the end of the round wins, and as always, you bust you lose. HOUSE: Right. As we agreed upon. The dealer deals two cards to PLUTO and HOUSE, one face down and one face up. HOUSE is showing a six of clubs, and PLUTO is showing a two of spades. DEALER: First play goes to House. HOUSE looks at his facedown card. HOUSE: Hit. The dealer gives HOUSE another card. It is a three of diamonds. HOUSE looks at his face down card again. HOUSE: Shit. PLUTO: Oh, have you bust already? HOUSE: Shut up for a moment. I'm thinking. PLUTO: Don't take too long now. There's only two options. It can't be that hard to make a decision. HOUSE: I'm getting to it! HOUSE looks at his face-down card. HOUSE: Hit? The dealer gives HOUSE another card. It is a five of clubs. HOUSE lets out a sigh. HOUSE: Stand. PLUTO: Finally. I was wondering when I was going to play. Dealer, hit me! The dealer gives PLUTO a card. It is a jack of spades. PLUTO: Wait… what? HOUSE grins. HOUSE: Something wrong? PLUTO: Umm… HOUSE: I take it we should show our cards now? PLUTO: …fine. HOUSE reveals his face down card to be a four of diamonds. PLUTO's facedown card is a king of spades. HOUSE: Looks like you bust there, buddy. PLUTO: I can see that. DEALER: House wins the hand, and thus the bet. The contract has been sealed. HOUSE stands from his seat and begins to leave the room, but stops at the doorway. HOUSE: Great playing with you, Pluto. Maybe we'll do it again sometime. PLUTO: I think you'll be playing with my colleagues for the time being. HOUSE: What? PLUTO: I told you, Paradise was founded by demons. You think any human can handle the avariciousness it takes to run one of these mega-casinos? Well, I think New York New York is owned by a human, only you people have the bad taste to put up a monument of another monument. I'll leave, I keep my promises, but I won't be the last. Have fun! «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Addendum 4661.7 INCIDENT COMMITTEE DEBRIEFING — DAY 4 ▶OPEN ADDENDUM◀ ▷CLOSE◁ FOREWORD: Following the events of Addendum 4661.6, a significant portion of the SCP-4661-B entities within the city area dematerialized, leaving behind large amounts of alcohol, narcotics, and currency. Visual anomalies in and around the city also ceased, and Regional Command declared the Collapse Incident concluded. Cleanup efforts began, and Class-C aerosolized amnestics were deployed. «BEGIN LOG» HOUSE sits across the table from THOMPSON, who paces back and forth with head in his hands. THOMPSON: You absolute idiot. HOUSE: Hey, hey. It worked right? That's what matters. THOMPSON: You bet this whole operation on a game of fucking blackjack! HOUSE: What? No! Of course not. THOMPSON: Then what the hell was that bullshit you pulled? HOUSE: I payed off the dealer to stack the deck. Turns out 10,000 dollars is a lot of money, even in hell. THOMPSON: Then why did you look so nervous? Huh? HOUSE: Oh, well um… I might have forgotten where we agreed to put the jack… THOMPSON: My god. I can't believe command is making me do this. HOUSE: I thought you always wanted to fire me. THOMPSON: Yeah. I still do. THOMPSON puts a manilla folder on the table. THOMPSON: Looks like I'm not going to get the chance. THOMPSON turns to leave the room. HOUSE begins to look through the folder. A smile comes to his face. HOUSE: Oh also! Thompson! THOMPSON: Yeah? HOUSE: I put the bribe money under your name. You have a big budget but I'd thought you'd like to know. THOMPSON: Go to hell. «END LOG» ▷CLOSE◁ Conclusion SITE-666 Site-666 under construction, 1992. Following the conclusion of the Collapse Incident, SCPF Southwest U.S Regional Command ordered the construction of a Site within the city of Paradise to ensure the prevention of another such event. Site-666 was constructed under the cover story of a new casino and hotel named "Luxor Las Vegas". Construction was completed in 1993, and it has since served as the primary deployment site in the Southwest United States, with Randall House as assigned Site Director. The House-Nicolas Theoplanar Vacuum Unit has prevented any further Collapse Incidents by siphoning radiation produced by demonic entities. Following investigation of Pluto's claims, it has been decided that it is likely that most or all of the major casinos in the Paradise area are owned and operated by Tartarean-class demonic entities. These entities have organized into a commission for mutual protection, and plans to establish containment over these entities are in development. ▶1 NEW MESSAGE◀ ▷CLOSE◁ From: [email protected] To: Site-666 Staff (Group) Subject: Orientation You have received this email because you have been selected to be relocated to Site-666, located in Las Vegas, Nevada. No, this is not some cheeky off-site celebration. There will be alcohol. There will be gambling. There will be sin. But not for you. You've been picked to make sure what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. You will be dealing with demons, both literal and metaphorical. You will be firing bullets blessed in factories, bathing in mass-produced holy water, and researching things that the Vatican would rather you not know. Vegas is called Sin City for a reason. We are in their home, but that doesn't mean we have to bow to them. With all that in mind, there's really only one rule in Undervegas: the House always wins. Director House. Secure, Contain, Protect ▷CLOSE◁ Footnotes 1. A form of radiation naturally produced by demonic entities. Abbreviated as TRE. 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SCP-4662 | euclid | William Porter, pictured above at age 5, is an exact genetic match for every instance of SCP-4662. Item #: SCP-4662 Special Containment Procedures: All living instances of SCP-4662 except for SCP-4662-11 are to be kept in long-term cryostorage until the Ethics Committee has reached a consensus on reasonable containment. SCP-4662-11 is to be contained as detailed in addendum 4662-11. Arthur and Maureen Porter are to be contained in standard humanoid containment cells in Site-77, and any SCP-4662 manifestations are to be reported immediately and contained. Description: SCP-4662 is an anomalous phenomenon affecting Arthur and Maureen Porter, a married couple formerly located in Dearborn, MI. During occurrences of SCP-4662, a copy of the Porters' son William (referred herein as “an instance of SCP-4662”) will randomly manifest at a point within six kilometers of either Arthur or Maureen. Each instance of SCP-4662 is approximately five years old, is genetically identical to William Porter, and possesses a memory of its supposed past life. Interviews with the Porters confirm that these memories are consistent with that of the real William Porter. Upon manifestation, instances report an intense desire to return home and an instinctive knowledge of the location of their parents; both attributes fade within approximately 10 hours. SCP-4662 is strongly correlated with an apparent secondary effect, whereby each manifestation of an instance coincides with the disappearance of a single child within the six-kilometer area of effect, effectively replacing them with an instance. These children are uniformly aged between 4 and 7 years; there is no other obvious selection criteria. If no such children exist when SCP-4662 manifests then an instance will appear at a completely random location. Due to ethics considerations, this property has not been fully tested. Addendum 4662-a: Containment History The first recorded SCP-4662 manifestation occurred on January 22nd, 2003 in Dearborn, when an instance of SCP-4662 was captured attempting to flee the house of █████ and ███████ Shah shortly after the disappearance of the Shahs' 4-year-old daughter. The Foundation was alerted to the situation and took the instance into custody along with Arthur, Maureen, and the then-12-year-old William Porter. When interviewed, all three Porters were consistent in their confusion about the phenomenon. As the SCP-4662 instance displayed no other anomalous properties it was decided to continue its containment1 but to amnesticize and release the Porters, albeit with rigorous tracking to monitor for any more anomalous phenomena. The next recorded SCP-4662 manifestation occurred on July 3rd, 2007 when an instance was apprehended in another Dearborn family's house following the disappearance of their child. As before, all three Porters and the instance were taken into Foundation custody, at which point it was noted that Arthur' and Maureen's testimony was repeated almost word-for-word from their previous statement. Further investigation into the Porters' place of residence uncovered a number of human remains interred in their backyard. Exhumation revealed six corpses; each one was approximately 5 years of age, a genetic match for William Porter, an unambiguous homicide victim, and had an estimated time of death corresponding to the disappearance date of a local child. Two of these appeared to have been killed between 2003 and 2007, while the oldest corpse was killed in 1996, making it the only one consistent with the 1991 birthdate of William Porter. This corpse was also unique in manner of death; while all others were killed with relatively-efficient wounds to the neck2, the oldest corpse was killed due to a series of haphazard blunt-force trauma wounds. Addendum 4662-b: Interview Transcript, 07/05/2007 Subjects: Arthur Porter, Maureen Porter Interlocutor: Dr. Mangala Shastry Dr. Shastry: Begin recording. Mr. and Mrs. Porter, I'd like to ask you for more information on the recent events surrounding your family. A. Porter: We've been over this already. We have absolutely no idea who that kid you found is or why he looks like Billy. How much longer are you going to keep asking us the same question? Dr. Shastry: Hmm. Would you mind taking a look at these photos? We took them yesterday in your backyard. M. Porter: Shit. A. Porter: Don't say a word, Maureen. Not another damn word. 15 seconds of silence follows as both subjects examine the photos; their examination is cursory and largely emotionless. Dr. Shastry: Given this new evidence, would you care to revise your previous statements? A. Porter: No, I know how this works, I want a lawyer. We have rights, you know – due process and all, I know my rights. Dr. Shastry: “Due process”? Have you looked around recently? Does this look like a police station? Mr. Porter, we can keep you here for the rest of your life if we want to. Your cooperation in this matter would help us decide if that would be an unnecessary measure. Another 10 seconds of silence follows. Dr. Shastry: Let's start with the most basic question: are you responsible for the existence of these, ah, clones of your son? Did you turn the children in your neighborhood into copies of Billy? M. Porter: No! Of course not, we never asked for- A. Porter: Damn it, Maureen, shut up. Dr. Shastry: Don't worry, we weren't operating under the assumption that an auto mechanic and a part-time waitress were running an underground cloning facility. All the same, can you think of any unusual events that preceded the first appearance of these copies? A. Porter: You're asking if we pissed off a gypsy woman or disturbed an Indian burial ground or that sort of thing? Yeah, no such luck, lady. Dr. Shastry: So they just started appearing suddenly, then. And why did you feel it necessary to kill them? 30 seconds of silence. Dr. Shastry: Well, let me state what we believe the timeline to be. Your son, William Porter, was born on January 3rd, 1991; the birth certificate on file appears to be genuine. Five years later, due to some combination of accidental blunt-force trauma and willful negligence, you allowed your son to die. Shortly thereafter - probably within the next 24 hours, as nobody appeared to notice his disappearance - the first copy of your son showed up, the one who you've been raising in his place for the past decade. You must have thought it was a miracle, a chance to start over again… until the next copy showed up. There was no plausible way to explain this without opening yourselves up for the discovery of what happened to your actual son, so you elimin- A. Porter: Jesus, if you know - I mean, if you're so sure of yourself, why do you need us? What do you even want from us? Dr. Shastry: Honestly? At this point everything is pretty open-and-shut, with the exception of one question: Why did you do this? William - Billy - shows signs of repeated physical and emotional abuse, and all interviews we've had with him point to his home life being one completely devoid of any form of affection. Forget loving him, you don't even seem to particularly like the boy. So, again, why? M. Porter: You can make us forget things, right? Dr. Shastry: What? M. Porter: Like in that one Tommy Lee Jones movie, you can flash one of those lights into our eyes and we'll forget? Only I keep thinking about the Shah kid who went missing a couple years ago, I remember thinking at the time that it seemed like our Billy was involved, and… well, he was, wasn't he? See, we're not as dumb as you think we are. Dr. Shastry: I don't understand what you're getting at. M. Porter: Could you just… make us forget about this? All of it. The whole thing. Dr. Shastry: Eleven years worth of memories? M. Porter: Yeah. A. Porter: She's right, that would be for the best. M. Porter: Nothing in there worth keeping anyway. Dr. Shastry: This interview is concluded. Following this interview, the instances already in containment were reclassified as SCP-4662-5 and SCP-4662-8, “William Porter” was reclassified as SCP-4662-1 and contained, and Arthur and Maureen Porter were placed in indefinite containment. No amnestic use was authorized. Addendum 4662-c: Long-Term Experiment Results As of 09/21/2009, two more instances of SCP-4662 had materialized and serious ethics considerations had been broached about the long-term consequences of SCP-4662's effects, especially concerning the Foundation's responsibility towards the instances produced. Following multiple failed attempts at resolving this issue, a research proposal submitted by Junior Researcher Alan Covington was accepted as an attempt to neutralize SCP-4662. As a result of this proposal, the next SCP-4662 instance to manifest was immediately contained, sequestered, and raised under the cover story that Arthur and Maureen Porter had died in an accident and the instance - who was allowed to believe it was the real William Porter - had contracted a contagious disease that required constant quarantine, in order to justify its continued containment. In all other aspects the instance was raised according to widely-accepted child-rearing psychology under the direct supervision of Junior Researcher Covington, who also supervised schoolwork and recreational activities. These techniques resulted in a marked improvement in psychological testing baselines when compared to other SCP-4662 instances. After this test was implemented, no further SCP-4662 instances have manifested to date. A proposal to reclassify SCP-4662 as neutralized is currently pending. Footnotes 1. Entered at the time simply as an anomalous phenomenon 2. Identifiable as stab wounds to the carotid artery in all corpses that had not undergone severe decomposition |
SCP-4663 | keter | 3D Printed Spiders Printing Printed Printers Printing Spider Printers Printing Spiders Printing Printed Spider Printers Written by: XilasCrowe Eaters that print and printers that eat More From This Axolotl SCP-3529 Rating: 363 Comments: 35 SCP-4332 Rating: 132 Comments: 27 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 3D Printed Spiders Printing Printed Printers Printing Spider Printers Printing Spiders Printing Printed Spider Printers Written by: XilasCrowe More from this axolotl Less from this axolotl Stuff I did SCP-3529 Rating: 363 Comments: 35 SCP-4332 Rating: 132 Comments: 27 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 Gummy_Dragon, TheBlueHour does not match any existing user name, AKFrost, Nameless Mediocre, Weryllium, and Lt Flops for crit Spooders Item #: SCP-4663 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4663 colonies are to be housed in Type-II Containment Terraria and fed twice a week. No non-anomalous 3D printers are to be brought near SCP-4663 instances. SCP-4663 colonies may be used as waste disposal areas, according to the containment officer's discretion. Update: Under no circumstances is a colony of SCP-4663 allowed to exceed a population of 500,000 instances. Description: SCP-4663 is an anomalous species of arachnid indigenous to Europe and North and South America. SCP-4663 is capable of consuming all inorganic substances but subsists mainly on metals and plastics. SCP-4663 instances internally process these materials and spin them into thread, which is used to construct SCP-4663-1 instances. SCP-4663-1 are living entities that resemble and function as 3D printers; however, they match no known product. Once fully constructed, SCP-4663 instances will begin feeding SCP-4663-1 biological material, which it will then use to "print" more SCP-4663 instances as their means of reproduction. As long as it is continually supplied with biological material, SCP-4663-1 is capable of creating new SCP-4663 instances at a rate of one every 150 seconds. A traditional colony of SCP-4663 will create one SCP-4663-1 instance for every 25-50 thousand instances in the colony. While SCP-4663-1 resemble non-anomalous 3D printers and can be used identically to a traditional printer, many of the components of SCP-4663-1 instances serve a secondary anomalous purpose, which include: Input/output and electrical ports which function as "mouths" for SCP-4663 instances to deposit biological material. A display screen which functions as SCP-4663-1's eyes. Extruder functions that comprise as the intestines and anus of SCP-4663-1 instances; processing and excreting biological matter. Instances are also capable of using this extruder as a crude form of locomotion. The area in which spools of filament would be stored has been replaced with an organ analogous to a stomach, capable of storing significantly more matter than should be able to fit within SCP-4663-1. A cord which functions as a tail. If this cord is plugged into an electrical socket SCP-4663-1's efficiency will increase by a factor of roughly three thousand percent. SCP-4663 are additionally capable of repurposing non-anomalous 3D printers into SCP-4663-1 instances. The method by which they accomplish this is unknown. Due to the method of SCP-4663 reproduction, physical changes and evolutions happen frequently, with SCP-4663 and SCP-4663-1 being able to adapt completely to a new environment within roughly four hours of SCP-4663-1 being completed. Addendum 4663-A: On 6/27/2018, one of the SCP-4663 colonies in containment reached an approximate population of 1,000,000 and began to act in a frenzied manner. All SCP-4663-1 instances in the colony ceased printing, and were transported towards each other via cooperating SCP-4663 instances. As soon as the SCP-4663-1 instances were within a meter of each other, the SCP-4663 colony began to weave them together, rapidly consuming and re-purposing the surrounding containment unit into raw materials. The resulting arachnoid construction (dubbed SCP-4663-2) was over three meters in height, and attempted to escape the site using an array of arachnid-based weaponry, creating new SCP-4663 instances at a rate of over 1,000 per second. As it traveled through the facility, the colony of SCP-4663 deconstructed the walls around it, repurposing them into additional appendages and SCP-4663-1 instances within SCP-4663-2. The SCP-4663 instances created during this time were over six times larger than usual, and were composed of various combinations of organic and inorganic material. SCP-4663-2 was captured and re-contained several hours later. Based on its path of travel it is currently believed that SCP-4663-2 was attempting to merge with a separate SCP-4663 colony in containment. The suspected colony underwent no changes in behavior during this time. Following this incident SCP-4663 has been reclassified to Keter. Footnotes 1. Formerly Euclid ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4663" by XilasCrowe, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4663. 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-4664 | euclid | SCP-4664: Nightmare of 20,000 Feet Author: Deadly Bread Other Articles of Mine SCPs SCP-4966 Rating: 725 SCP-1401-EX Rating: 303 SCP-4052 Rating: 257 SCP-4088 Rating: 234 SCP-5522 Rating: 215 SCP-4109 Rating: 212 SCP-7441 Rating: 137 SCP-5020 Rating: 124 SCP-4035 Rating: 120 SCP-4286 Rating: 119 SCP-4664 Rating: 115 SCP-4270 Rating: 114 SCP-7966 Rating: 107 SCP-3462 Rating: 100 SCP-6663 Rating: 95 SCP-5693 Rating: 63 SCP-6633 Rating: 61 SCP-4570 Rating: 60 SCP-5261 Rating: 59 SCP-444-J Rating: 53 page 1 of 212next » Tales Something Glowing Rating: 180 Log Of Extranormal Events, Vol II Rating: 37 Prelude To Presents Rating: 24 The Bears Rating: 16 Your Memory Forever Seen Rating: 13 Other SCP-005 Proposal Hub Rating: 94 The Bread Box Rating: 92 Secure Facility Dossier: Reliquary Area-27 Rating: 87 Experiment Log-4035 Rating: 71 Collab Articles SCPs Page Title Co-Author SCP-4733 But Not Forgotten Lamentte SCP-5225 The Abyss Stares Back XilasCrowe SCP-5785 Craptivism Sonderance SCP-5993 We want you to come visit Heaven, just don't fuck with those bees ch00bakka Tales Page Co-Author The Bathrooms Wiki Too many to list Snippets of an Unveiled World Nykacolaquantum does not match any existing user name, Lt Flops, IFBench, Westrin Gone, Lamentte Your Imaginary Friend Fishish Check out Deadly Bread's Author Page ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} ITEM NUMBER: SCP-4664 LEVEL 3/4664 CONTAINMENT CLASS: EUCLID CONFIDENTIAL The estimated area of SCP-4664's effect (Right). Special Containment Procedures: The perimeter of SCP-4664’s area of effect is to be heavily guarded by STF-Alpha-15 (”Catch & Release”) piloting armed Foundation vessels. All scientific teams previously stationed on these islands have been relocated and amnestized after experiencing SCP-4664-1. Vessels approaching SCP-4664 are to be intercepted and redirected away from SCP-4664. All attempts to access the Southern Sandwich Islands are to be denied under Cover Story 067 (Endangered Species). All testing involving SCP-4664 is to be done by Containment Site-3T1 located on Leskov Island in order to avoid excessive damage to the surroundings. Description: SCP-4664 is a large tentacled creature physically similar to a giant squid that manifests within the waters of the Southern Sandwich Islands. SCP-4664 is significantly larger than other similar species of squid, being approximately 25 meters long. SCP-4664 has an abnormally large amount of appendages, with estimations being between 5,000 and 20,000. All of SCP-4664's appendages end in a facsimile of different oceanic creatures native to the South Sandwich Islands. These appendages are made of a cloth-like material, with their appearance being similar to that of a hand puppet. Documented appendages include an orca whale, a fur seal, a cuttlefish, and a king penguin. SCP-4664 is capable of speech and will speak in the language most familiar to the person it is conversing with. SCP-4664 will only manifest when an individual passes through the area of water surrounding the Southern Sandwich Islands. Once an individual has passed through this zone, they will experience a certain dream (designated SCP-4664-1) within the following 4 months. This dream will consist of the subject being aboard a large wooden ship experiencing poor weather conditions. Throughout SCP-4664-1, subjects have reported a feeling of dread, while claiming to see glimpses of one or several large serpentine figures moving through the water. SCP-4664-1 will invariably end with the hull of the boat being destroyed through unknown means, with the subject awaking before they make contact with the water. Upon waking from SCP-4664-1, SCP-4664 will manifest within a large body of water nearest to the individual. Upon manifestation, SCP-4664 will make its way towards the individual who experienced SCP-4664-1. SCP-4664 will destroy any structure that separates it and the individual during this manifestation. Once it has reached them, SCP-4664 will instruct the subject to relax, while SCP-4664 creates a small show with its appendages. SCP-4664 will use its appendages as actors, moving them around in a similar manner to a puppet show. During these events, SCP-4664's voice has been found to carry a minor auditory hazard that causes all humans that hear it report feeling relaxed. The story that SCP-4664 constructs during these events is believed to be based on the events in SCP-4664-1. In this story, the creatures represented by the appendages neutralized the entity attacking the ship while rescuing the passengers onboard. The show will always conclude with the subject being rescued by the animals and being brought to safety. Once this has concluded, SCP-4664 will easily convince subjects that they will not experience SCP-4664-1 again, and to return to sleep. After the subject returns to sleep, SCP-4664 will begin to take on a translucent appearance, gradually becoming less opaque until it completely demanifests. SCP-4664 was discovered on 4/12/89 when a researcher currently stationed on the island experienced SCP-4664-1. The subsequent manifestation of SCP-4664 destroyed the research facility that was currently stationed there, and Foundation officials were informed by an agent among the research team. Further testing discovered the effects and the estimated manifestation area of SCP-4664, and the South Georgia and South Sandwich Islands Marine Protected Area was established as a cover story. The following is a transcript of an SCP-4664 manifestation. Researcher: Dr. Zwieback Subject: D-0849 Procedure: Subject was instructed to maneuver a small motorized fishing vessel within SCP-4664's area of effect for approximately 3 hours. Armed Foundation vessels were stationed outside of SCP-4664's area to prevent any escape attempts. Subject complied without issue. The subject was later placed into a makeshift research tent containing a twin sized bed. Subject was instructed to sleep on this bed and was monitored. Observation continued for 2 weeks until SCP-4664 manifestation occurred. Subject falls asleep. (Nothing of note occurs for approximately 2 hours) Subject abruptly sits up in the bed sweating profusely. Subject: Wh-what the fuck was that? Dr. Zwieback: Relax D-0849, it was just a dream. You’re awake now. We just need you to do some more things for us. Subject: N-no dude, that wasn’t a dream. That was real… too… too damn real to be a dream. Junior Researcher Thompson informs Dr. Zwieback that SCP-4664 has manifested. Dr. Zwieback: D-0849, please calm down. The testing isn’t finished yet. Subject: No way I’m going back to sleep if that's what you want dude. I-I don’t think I’ll be sleeping for a long ass ti- SCP-4664 violently removes the research tent from the ground, snapping multiple support poles in the process. SCP-4664: Hey buddy! I hear you’ve been scared by that old nasty thing in the water, huh? Real big meany that guy is. Subject stares at SCP-4664 in apparent shock and confusion. Subject: The fuck is happening right now? SCP-4664: I’ve got an idea. Why don’t I help you fall back asleep, huh? I’ll make you feel better! Subject: Y-yeah, that’d be, uh, be good. Subject pulls his legs into a crossed position above the blankets of the bed. SCP-4664 places two appendages in front of itself. The ends of the appendages resemble a fur seal and a walrus. The entity begins turning these appendages left and right, simulation the animals doing tricks. SCP-4664: (In a higher pitch) Woohoo! Hahaha! Wheee! SCP-4664 begins to add more appendages into the scene. Three more appendages are added to the original two, resembling a narwhal, a starry ray, and a flatfish. Another appendage resembling a wooden ship is moved slowly from the upper left of the other appendages to the upper right. SCP-4664: (In a higher pitch) Yay! Hahaha! Woohoo! SCP-4664: Oh look! More friends to play with! SCP-4664 points all appendages to be facing towards the ship appendage. Note: Throughout this display, the subject is observed making noises such as “Ooooh”, “aaaah”, and “wow” similarly to that of a child. SCP-4664 then proceeds to move an appendage that appears similar to that of a circular yellow mass with several tentacle-like structures protruding from it. SCP-4664 begins to slam the appendage resembling the vessel against the yellow appendage while making impact sounds. SCP-4664: (In a higher pitch) Oh no! Looks like that meanie pants is hurting our new friends! Shocked reaction from subject. SCP-4664: We need to help them! Quickly! SCP-4664 proceeds to move the boat appendage and the yellow appendage towards the other appendages. SCP-4664 then proceeds to crash its appendages into each other while making noises similar to that of fighting. SCP-4664: Bam! Crash! Slam! Punch! Subject begins cheering enthusiastically. SCP-4664 proceeds to slam the yellow appendage into the ground while also begins slowly moving the boat-shaped appendage downwards. SCP-4664: (In a higher pitch) Oh no! We need to save our new friends! SCP-4664 produces an appendage that appears to be a simple outline of a humanoid figure. It puts this new appendage on the top of other appendages to appear as if the humanoid is riding the other creatures. SCP-4664: Yay! The meanie is gone! Now we can have more fun! SCP-4664 proceeds to continue rotating its appendages, now also rotating the humanoid appendage. SCP-4664: See? Isn’t that better? Subject nods enthusiastically. SCP-4664: Now, I think it’s past your bedtime. You need to get lots of rest for your biiiiiig day tomorrow. Subject nods once more. SCP-4664: It’s time for bed now. Goodnight buddy. Subject returns to the bed. SCP-4664 begins to demanifest. SCP-4664: Sweet dreams. SCP-4664 completely demanifests. A portion of the shipwreck located near SCP-4664. Addendum: On 10/2/08, part of a previously undiscovered shipwreck was located off the coast of Leskov Island. A portion of the ship was recovered by Foundation specialists and inspected for any relation to SCP-4664. The ship appears to have no distinct markings or any indications of its origin. It appears to have been breached through the hull multiple times as well as the entirety of the keel having been torn off. Chemical analysis of the wreckage has found traces of a corrosive black substance on breached areas of the ship. Further research into any relationship between the vessel and SCP-4664 is currently ongoing. ► Level 4/4664 Access Required ▼ Access Granted. Welcome Researcher On 10/14/██, Junior Researcher Stephanie Everetts was tasked in attempting to interview SCP-4664 after showing unprecedented resistance to SCP-4664's auditory hazard. The following is a transcript of the interview. Procedures: Everetts was given a motorized fishing vessel and instructed to enter and stay within SCP-4664's area of effect for approximately 3 hours. Everetts was then to sleep within a makeshift research tent containing a twin-sized bed. Everetts was monitored during this time for approximately 2 months until SCP-4664 manifestation occurred. Everetts enters REM sleep. (Nothing of note occurs for approximately 4 hours.) Everetts sits up in bed breathing heavily. Everetts: Fuck… real great job that preparation did. Those D-Class are right, it does seem real… damn… Dr. Zwieback: Everetts, please keep it professional. Everetts: Yea, yea. I… (Exhales) just need to catch my breath. Junior Researcher Thompson informs Dr. Zwieback of SCP-4664's manifestation. Dr. Zwieback: Everetts, prepare yourself. Remember to keep the questions to the point. We don’t know how long SCP-4664 will cooperate when you aren’t listening to its story. Everetts: I know, keep it simple. Got it. SCP-4664 proceeds to tear the makeshift tent open, rendering it useless. SCP-4664: Hey there friend! Did you have a nightmare? Why don’t we put a smile on that face of yours? Everetts: SCP-4664, I’m not here to listen to your story. I need to ask you some questions. SCP-4664: W-woah friend. A-aren’t you scared? Don’t you need to be calmed down? Everetts: We know you aren’t being entirely truthful with us. How did that boat sink? SCP-4664: Um, a-alright. Look, i-it wasn’t my fault. I didn’t do that. I-I didn’t hurt those people… I- Everetts: I’m not saying that you hurt those people. You don’t seem like you would want to harm people, right? SCP-4664: U-uhuh. Everetts: But we need to know who hurt those people so we can make sure they don’t hurt anyone else. SCP-4664 remains silent. Everetts: SC- SCP-4664: My… my brother. My brother hurt them. Everetts: Tell me what happened. SCP-4664: Uh, o-okay. S-so my brother. He… he used to be here. Everetts: What do you mean by here? These islands or- SCP-4664: No. T-the big place. The big cold place near here. Everetts: Ok, can you tell me more about your brother? SCP-4664 A-alright. So, um, so my brother. He didn’t like to make people happy like me. He was, uh, strong when he made people scared. He… he used to scare me too… SCP-4664 pauses. SCP-4664: B-but my dad didn’t like my brother. Dad thought he was mean too. So h-he put him in the cold place so nobody would find him. He put him there because no one wanted to go there. But… but dad was wrong. People came too close. They came too close to him. There… there was a big storm. The people couldn’t go home in time. Everetts: What happened to the ship? SCP-4664: My brother… he… he got to them first. Tore up their boat. He got most of them. I… I don't even know if any of them drowned before… before my brother got them. Everetts: Can you tell us what happened to your brother? SCP-4664: W-well, my dad didn’t like that my brother was hurting people again. I-I think they had a fight, but I didn’t see because… because I was scared. I didn’t want to see either of them get hurt. My… my dad, he put my brother inside. Everetts: Inside of where? Was he put back into the cold place? SCP-4664: N-no. He was put inside the… the ground. Inside the world. He put him deep down so people couldn’t be afraid of him. But… but my brother didn’t take all of the fear from that ship. When… when my dad put him away, he left the fear here. Other emotions go away. Fear, i-it doesn’t leave. So I want to make sure people don’t get scared anymore. Everetts: Do you know where exactly your brother is? SCP-4664: N-no, I don’t. I don’t want to know either. I don’t want anyone to find him. Everetts: Thank you for your cooperation SCP-4664. We’ll make sure that he doesn’t hurt anyone else. SCP-4664: Uh, o-okay. T-thank you friend. SCP-4664 demanifests. Further research into the origin of SCP-4664 and the entity that is referred to by SCP-4664 as its brother are considered a Class-B priority. 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SCP-4665 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4665 SCP-4665 Special Containment Procedures: All living specimens of SCP-4665 are to be retrieved and transplanted to an isolated garden plot within Site-103 by MTF Theta-4 ("Gardeners"), where they will be maintained. All other SCP-4665 specimens found by MTF Theta-4 are to be contained in a standard containment locker at Site-103. Containment of SCP-4665-1-1 through SCP-4665-1-6 (named "Ian," "Nancy," "Alex," "Robert," "Paula," and "Eleanor" respectively) has been deferred to GoI-466 (Wilson's Wildlife Solutions) under the Boring Agreement. All other instances of SCP-4665-1 are to be contained in separate windowless containment cells at Site-103. These instances must be kept under video surveillance and standard maintenance of the cells and their occupants must be performed without direct eye contact. Description: SCP-4665 is an anomalous plant species most similar to Chamaemelum nobile (chamomile) which is marked by a strong floral aroma, a complex fertilization process, and a low yield. Those who ingest a sufficient quantity of SCP-4665 become an instance of SCP-4665-1. These instances acquire a single anomalous property: When direct eye contact is maintained for an average of five minutes, the instance will suffer fatal cardiac arrest.1 No method to remove or to alter this property has been discovered. SCP-4665-1-3 ("Alex") Discovery: SCP-4665 and SCP-4665-1-1 through SCP-4665-1-6 were originally discovered on June 6th, 2006 in Gaston, Oregon, when locals observed a Capra aegagrus hircus (goat) experience sudden cardiac death in a public sector. After local officials determined that the goat belonged to Charles Idle,2 an agent was dispatched to investigate. An interview was conducted with Mr. Idle and his property was seized by The Foundation. In total, seven specimens of SCP-4665 (six living and one ground up) and seven goats were collected. As a test to determine if any one of these goats were instances of SCP-4665-1, one had its anomalous property successfully activated, and the rest were designated as SCP-4665-1-1 through SCP-4665-1-6. Addendum 4665.1: Interview Log Date: June 6th, 2006 Interviewed: Charles Idle Interviewer: Agent Matricia Charles Idle: So, you've found Calvin then? Agent Matricia: Your goat, yes. We found him by Front Street. Charles Idle: Front Street you say? Calvin always was a people person… so I shouldn't be surprised by his leaving. How did he pass? Agent Matricia: Calvin suffered a heart attack. The strange thing is that we weren't able to determine how this occurred. Normally, we wouldn't bother investigating something like this, but given that you were a contractor for the UIU- Charles Idle: Oh, it's quite all right. There's nothing wrong with wanting to know the details, and I doubt that the UIU provided your organization with the complete picture in any case. I suspect that Calvin's death was anomalous in origin. There's an interesting history there, but I don't suppose you have the time to let an old man regale you with those golden years, do you? Agent Matricia: While that's a tempting offer, a full rundown won't be necessary at this point in time. We can schedule future interviews if needed, but for now, I just have a few simple questions, if that's fine with you. Charles Idle: Ah, I understand. Well, ask away. I'm an open book. Agent Matricia: What is the nature of this anomaly? Charles Idle: Calvin, Alice, and the other goats that I have out back all possess this same insidious property: maintaining direct eye contact with them for a few minutes will cause their immediate death. Agent Matricia: I see… and in what way was the UIU involved? Charles Idle: Well it all started a few decades ago before Calvin was even born. The Red Scare had everyone on their toes and I was being sent all over the globe for increasingly desperate military research projects. Each one was stranger than the last, and it wasn't long before I headed down into the depths of anomalous studies. Agent Matricia: Where did you discover this anomaly? Charles Idle: The cloaked Dashain Temple in Nepal, whose monks were hiding from banishment. Their plight had led to the warping of their Buddhist religion into something of a Sarkic-based mockery that derided Hinduism. In their desire to elude the Nepalese government they had developed a wide range of anomalous talents, from suppressing noise to hiding in plain sight, but none of these were as impressive as their ability to kill a man with a stare. The UIU- Agent Matricia: Men? Not just goats? Charles Idle: It certainly seemed as much when I first ran into them. However, as my colleagues would later note, they were a cunning lot, and in hindsight, it was difficult to distinguish their magic from their tricks. Agent Matricia: But is this anomaly only found in goats? Charles Idle: The UIU came to the conclusion that this anomaly only affects a particular breed of goats, but there was a significant period of time in which they believed that it could affect humans as well. Agent Matricia: I see… I take it then that you've maintained a stock this whole time, but why? Charles Idle: I wished to find a cure for their ailment. Sadly, my research has turned up nothing to that end. Agent Matricia: Good to know. Could you provide a brief summary of the interactions between the UIU and this anomaly? Charles Idle: They saw potential in the Dashain arts and provided me, along with my cohort, Eleanor Sutter, with the resources necessary to create a small research lab and training facility of sorts within the temple itself. The months that followed were frantic. The higher-ups didn't care about how it worked. All they wanted was a team of highly trained individuals who could take out their enemies with surgical precision without being caught. What followed next was… a comedy of errors. Agent Matricia: What sort of things went wrong? Charles Idle: I would be long gone before I could even scratch the surface of the answer that you seek. However, I believe that every problem stemmed from my team's initial decision to fully rely on goats as target practice. Agent Matricia: Did your team only run tests on goats? Charles Idle: I do recall a rather furious staring contest between Ian and a chicken. No, no. Of course, there was a small handful of other animals, people included. However, the cause of their deaths was questionable enough that they were deemed to be outliers. Agent Matricia: Wait a minute. This is reminding me too much of a story I heard about the U.S. military's attempts to kill goats by staring at them. There was no mention of monks nor Nepal. Charles Idle: While our team spent a large amount of time in Nepal, we did move around and there were some other groups within the military who took interest in our operations and acted independently. What I've been telling you is strictly confidential, of course. I'm only letting you in on this secret because I've grown flippant in my old age, although I'm sure the UIU would corroborate my ludicrous story if you harangued them enough. Agent Matricia: (Sighing) I will have to do that then. So, I take it that after your team failed to produce the results that the UIU was asking for, it was disbanded? Charles Idle: That would be correct. Agent Matricia: And the UIU were fooled… by goats. Did the monks have an ulterior motive here or did they actually believe that they could kill a person by staring at them? Charles Idle: (Chuckles) I honestly never did figure that one out. Their motive, I mean. Their "death stare" actually did work on people, however. Agent Matricia: That can't be right. This anomaly only affects goats… right? (Silence) Charles Idle: In all my years as a researcher the only truth that I've uncovered is that everyone loves a good story and will do anything to play a part in one that could be true. Agent Matricia: What is that supposed to mean? Charles Idle: Have you ever stared into the face of death? She's beautiful and spry, but her expression is always one of impatience. Her judgmental inquiries are the only ways she can cope with her implacable hindsight. In the military's haste to weaponize the anomalous scientific reasoning was neglected and they became susceptible to the playwright's pen. Several good men and women died. Paula and Nancy… Robert and Alex… I shouldn't have… I… Agent Matricia: …How did they die? Charles Idle: (Heavy Breathing) Chamomile tea. Agent Matricia: I- What? Charles Idle: You need… Agent Matricia: Are you all right? Charles Idle: …Not… Agent Matricia: Shit. Charles Idle: …Forgive me… Agent Matricia: Site Command: Get an ambulance over here. He's having a heart attack. Charles Idle: …But… Agent Matricia: Do you have any medication on you? Aspirin? Charles Idle: …Please… Agent Matricia: Stay with me! Charles Idle: …Take care of my goats. Closing Statement: Agent Matricia performed CPR on Charles Idle until emergency services could arrive at the scene. An emergency medical responder later confirmed his death. [Level 4 Clearance Required] [Access Granted] Addendum 4665.2: Recovered Documents Multiple hidden documents were discovered around the residence of Mr. Idle which described SCP-4665 and its uses in detail. Documentation on failed attempts to inhibit the effects of SCP-4665 was also discovered. In addition, the following document was found beneath a floorboard in the bedroom: MISSION STATEMENT DIVISION "P" DEPARTMENT I 06.I.1956 D.NR:06-I-1956 ATTACHED TO DOCUMENT 16-VI-1956 SENDER: Ivkin Ilyich RECIPIENT: Charles Idle DETAIL: Hello, Mr. Idle. I would once again like to thank you for providing me with your research into this plant-based anomaly. However, my higher-ups are of the opinion that there is too high of a risk to utilize this anomaly proper while our enemies are so close to unveiling its secrets. If we can persuade the UIU to drop all research into this subject, and alter what they know of it, I believe that we will be able to move forward. This mission, should you accept it, is to convince your employer that this plant is non-anomalous and to disband your research team. For this, you will be rewarded with $20,000. This is the bare minimum that my organization expects. What my organization desires is complete silence from your team's more well-known members. I know my higher-ups well enough to know that these people are not long for this world, one way or another. Your Nepalese base is far from civilization, however, and I am thinking that it would save us both some time and heartache if your team faced a series of embarrassing accidents. The kind of accidents that no self-important organization would ever want to recall. It would certainly improve your job security. If you truly desire to go for the gold, I ask that you covertly eliminate the individuals listed below: Alex Darkins Nancy Nier Robert Nunes Eleanor Sutter Paula Underland Alice Evans Ian Davis Calvin Eagleton For your efforts, I will provide you with $1,000 per person, and a good word. Thanks, Ilyich Footnotes 1. Tests have shown interruptions of eye contact less than one second do not reset this timer. 2. A retired anomaly contractor that had worked for the UIU. |
SCP-4666 | keter | Possible photograph of SCP-4666, recovered from a cell phone at the location of Weissnacht Event #057130. Click here to enlarge. Item #: SCP-4666 Special Containment Procedures: Web traffic and law enforcement channels worldwide are to be monitored for evidence of SCP-4666 activity, and particularly for cases of stalking or reports of anomalous phenomena involving families with young children. Should a Weissnacht Event be suspected to be in progress, the nearest Containment Task Force is to be dispatched to attempt containment of SCP-4666. Standard PDP/VIII Humanoid First Contact Protocols apply. Media coverage of family deaths attributed to SCP-4666 is to be suppressed or falsified to make said deaths appear as non-anomalous home invasion murders. Forensic evidence and SCP-4666-A instances collected by non-Foundation agencies are to be confiscated, and witnesses amnesticized. Description: SCP-4666 is currently believed to be a single, exceptionally long-lived humanoid entity of unknown origin. Survivors of Weissnacht Events typically describe SCP-4666 as a very tall (between 2 m and 2.3 m) elderly male of European descent, with an extremely emaciated appearance. The entity always appears completely naked, even when observed outdoors in freezing weather. Though the nature and extent of its anomalous properties remain uncertain, SCP-4666 appears capable of instantaneous or near-instantaneous travel to any location north of 40°N latitude, and possibly to any location on Earth. SCP-4666 activity occurs exclusively within a period of 12 consecutive nights every year, from the night of December 21-22 to the night of January 1-2; this period is known as SCP-4666’s “active phase”. During this phase, in what are termed "Weissnacht Events", SCP-4666 will appear at dwellings in one or multiple locations north of 40°N latitude. In all known Weissnacht Events, these dwellings have shared the following characteristics: isolated rural location, home to a family with at least one child under the age of 8, and situated in an area with snow cover lasting throughout the duration of the event. Weissnacht Events consist of the following general progression: Nights 1-7: Children will report seeing SCP-4666 in the vicinity of their family's dwelling. The entity will typically be observed watching the dwelling from a distance, such as from across a nearby field or from the edge of a neighboring forest. In some cases, children will report waking up at night to find SCP-4666 watching them sleep through a window. Nights 8-11: Family members (including the parents) will report sounds of footsteps coming from the roof or the attic. An extremely unpleasant odor will also frequently be noticed inside the dwelling. No cause for these phenomena will be found. As a result, parents will often begin to suspect that their family is being stalked, or even that their dwelling might be "haunted". Night 12: Over the course of the night one of two scenarios will occur: The first, and most common, is that SCP-4666 will kill all members of the family save for one child under the age of 8, whom it will abduct. SCP-4666 will inflict incapacitating injuries to family members while they are sleeping, then herd them into a single room of the dwelling where it will proceed to kill them in view of each other. The method of killing varies with the event, and will typically be preceded by some form of torture, which appears to serve a ritualistic purpose (see "Weissnacht Events Log" below). In the second scenario, which has occurred in roughly 15% of known Weissnacht Events, SCP-4666 will not harm the family. Family members will report hearing footsteps inside their dwelling during the night, though no signs of forced entry will be found. In the morning children will discover presents at the foot of their beds; these will consist of toys crudely crafted from the remains of human children (see "SCP-4666-A Instances Log" below). The criteria, if any, by which SCP-4666 determines the outcome of a Weissnacht Event are unknown. + Access Document 4666-V-30091 – Weissnacht Events Log - Close Notable Weissnacht Events Location Year Description of Weissnacht Event Unknown village, Croatia circa 1498 [UNCONFIRMED] An entire family was killed, with the exception of one of the children (age unknown), who was abducted. Though specific details about the event are not available in recovered documents, it was noted that the killings presented strong "paganistic" elements, and that the family members had "been made to suffer greatly" prior to death. The archbishop who oversaw the investigation wrote that he believed the family had been killed as part of a "demonic" ritual. Unknown village, Rupert’s Land (present-day Ontario, Canada) 1689 [UNCONFIRMED] An entire family was killed, with the exception of two of the children, one of whom was abducted, and one of whom (female, age unknown) escaped during the killings and was able to reach a nearby village. She told authorities that a naked man had broken into her family's dwelling during the night and proceeded to torture them (exact method not specified in recovered documents). Upon investigation, the bodies of the family members were found inside their dwelling, hanging upside-down from the ceiling. All had been exsanguinated. Eichstätt, Germany 1913 An entire family was killed, with the exception of the youngest child (male, age 3), who was abducted. The bodies of the parents and five other children were found inside a stable adjoining their dwelling. They had been restrained by having knives, pitchforks and other sharp implements forced through the palms of their hands and into the walls of the stable, before having their tongues removed, leading to hemorrhaging and death. Blood from the family members had then been used to paint elaborate patterns of unknown meaning on the hides of the mule, goat, and two cows present in the stable (the animals themselves were not harmed). Neighbors told authorities that in the week preceding the killings the father of the family had mentioned finding tracks in the snow around the family's dwelling, which appeared to have been made by bare human feet. Plyos, Soviet Union 1956 An entire family was killed, with the exception of the youngest child (male, age 4), who was abducted. The bodies of the parents and one other child were found in the living room of their house. They had been restrained, and their feet held over the flames in the fireplace for an extended period of time, calcining the tissues of the feet and exposing the bones. They then had their heads crushed with an unknown heavy implement. Hundreds of bite marks, believed to have been inflicted post-mortem, were found on each of the bodies.1 Branches cut from a fir tree outside the house had also been placed over the bodies, to unknown purpose. Skudeneshavn, Norway 1971 An entire family was killed, with the exception of the second youngest child (female, age 5), who was abducted. The bodies of the parents and two other children were found in the basement of their house. Each had at least one limb pulled off by brute force before being stabbed precisely 39 times with an unknown sharp implement (possibly a piece of bone from one of the removed limbs), resulting in massive blood loss and death. The family members had then been eviscerated, and their small and large intestines removed and cut into 30-50 cm-long pieces; these had been arranged in radiating lines around the bodies. Feces from the intestines had been used to trace symbols of unknown meaning on the walls of the basement. Egilsstaðir, Iceland 1996 An entire family was killed, with the exception of the youngest child (female, age 4), who was abducted. The bodies of the parents and seven other children were found inside their house. All had large pieces of skin removed from their backs, necks and groins prior to death (removed skin was found to have been partially consumed). They had then been killed by decapitation with a bucksaw that had belonged to the family. Following death, the family members' headless bodies had been carried to their respective rooms and placed on their beds. Each of the removed heads had also been placed upright on a step of the staircase leading from the first to the second floor, with the parents’ heads on the top two steps and the children’s heads on the lower steps, in decreasing order of age. + Access Document 4666-V-30985 — SCP-4666-A Instances Log - Close Notable SCP-4666-A Instances Recovered Location Year Description of SCP-4666-A Instance Nurmes, Finland 1811 A small wooden drum with two wooden drumsticks of uneven length. Drum skin consists of a 390 cm³ piece of skin belonging to a human child, stretched with thread made from human tendons. Gelligaer, Wales 1857 A small knife, 15 cm in length (blade is 6 cm in length). Sculpted from a single piece of bone belonging to a human child. Symbols of unknown meaning have been carved into the handle. Makat, Kazakhstan 1903 A flute made from the hollowed-out femur of a human child. Holes have been bored at uneven intervals along its length. The femur appears to have been dyed with human blood. Bangor, Michigan 1960 A wooden box containing 13 miniature human-like figurines, each 4-6 cm in height. Made from the phalangeal bones of human children, tied together with strips of human tendon. The figurines have been decorated with human hair and small pieces of torn clothing. DNA testing revealed that the remains belong to 18 separate children. Cape Broyle, Canada 1976 A ball, 23 cm in diameter; made from 19 layers of human skin wrapped tightly around the desiccated head of an unidentified human child (male, age 2-3). Layers of skin are held in place with pine resin. Baard, Netherlands 2006 A hairbrush. The handle is made of wood, and poorly-carved. In place of bristles 43 deciduous human teeth have been set at irregular intervals into the handle. DNA testing revealed that each tooth belongs to a different child (only two of the teeth could be matched to known abduction victims of SCP-4666). Teeth vary in age from a few days to over 400 years. Fingerprint belonging to SCP-4666. Note the unique double-whorl pattern. Discovery: SCP-4666’s existence and ongoing activity were first detected in 1974 through the Foundation’s newly-implemented Anomalous Signature Recognition Program,2 when several highly-similar home invasion incidents resulting in family deaths were found to have occurred throughout the Northern Hemisphere during the night of January 1-2. Extensive research into civilian and law enforcement archives worldwide eventually uncovered evidence of probable Weissnacht Events for nearly every preceding year, going back to the late 18th century (average of 3.1 known events per year). Numerous historical documents were also found which appear to describe SCP-4666 activity occurring prior to this period, in some cases as early as the 2nd century AD in Europe and Russia, and as early as the 1st century BC in Scandinavia. Fingerprints belonging to the same humanoid entity have been discovered at the locations of all Foundation-investigated Weissnacht Events; these have been matched to a partial fingerprint found preserved in dried blood on a recovered SCP-4666-A instance dating from 1873. The fingerprints present characteristics not known to occur in human beings (see image). Human-like white hairs were also recovered from the locations of several Weissnacht Events, though no DNA, human or otherwise, could be extracted from them. Addendum 4666-01 On 02/01/2018, several SCP-4666-A instances were discovered at a family's residence in Hoonah, Alaska, following the conclusion of Weissnacht Event #060198. Among these instances was SCP-4666-A-0960, which consisted of a crude, life-sized doll made from the emaciated body of a female child, to which the following modifications had been made: A dress made from various pieces of dirty, discolored clothing had been sewn around the body, and in several places, into the body's skin. The mouth had been sewn shut with thread made from human tendons, and the lips painted red with a solution consisting primarily of human blood. The fingernails of another child had been glued over the body’s fingernails with pine resin; these had been painted red with the same human blood-based solution. Three of the body’s fingers were missing. The entire scalp had been removed from the head, and the scalp of another child with long, blond hair sewn onto the head in its place. The hair had been tied into two braids. Both eyes had been removed, and two large round pebbles on which eyes had been crudely painted placed into the empty orbits. Upon examination by the family, the child from whom the doll had been made was found to be still alive, albeit unconscious. Authorities were notified, and the child was airlifted to Bartlett Regional Hospital in Juneau, Alaska, where she survived for 18 hours. Two Foundation agents were dispatched, and were able to interview the subject (see "Interview Log" below). Following the subject’s death, her body was confiscated by the agents, and all witnesses amnesticized as per standard procedure. DNA testing revealed the subject had been Ekaterina Morozova, age 7, a known abduction victim of SCP-4666 taken from her family's residence in Dubovka, Russia on 02/01/2016. Autopsy of the subject’s body showed she had been severely malnourished during the two years following her abduction, which had resulted in considerable stunting (weight was only 15 kg, height was only 90 cm). A number of scars and burns were present on her skin, and she had suffered two bone fractures (left tibia and left ulna) that had not been reset and had healed improperly. Hands were heavily callused. Cause of death was attributed to multiple organ failure resulting from severe, sustained malnourishment. + Access Document 4666-V-35814 – Interview Log - Close Audio Log 4666-06201 Date: 02/01/2018 Time: 23:27 AKST – 23:49 AKST Location: Bartlett Regional Hospital, Juneau, Alaska Interviewers: Agent Antoni Kowalczyk (Agent Susan Mews attending) Subject: Ekaterina Morozova (SCP-4666-A-0960), female, age 7 Notes: The subject regained consciousness for a period of roughly 30 minutes prior to expiring, during which she was interviewed. Hospital staff had previously removed the thread that had been sewn into her lips, allowing her to speak. Despite having been administered a morphine drip, the subject was largely coherent throughout the interview. The subject did not understand English, and initially spoke only a language that was unfamiliar to Agents Kowalczyk and Mews.3 However, after several minutes the subject began addressing the agents in Russian, which she spoke poorly. Agent Kowalczyk, who spoke rudimentary Russian, was able to conduct the interview without the need for an interpreter. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Kowalczyk: Hello, I’m Antoni. What’s your name? E.M.: Are… are you going to take me back to him? Agent Kowalczyk: No, I promise. I’m just here to talk to you. E.M.: (pauses) I don’t want to go back. Agent Kowalczyk: You don’t have to, you’re safe now, myshka. E.M.: (remains silent) Agent Kowalczyk: Can you tell me what happened to you? Do you remember the night he came to your house? E.M.: I remember… He hurt Mama and Papa and Katja and Yulianna for a long time and they were bleeding… After they stop screaming he put me in his bag. Agent Kowalczyk: His bag? E.M.: He had a big bag. Other children were in the bag too. I think we go to other houses, I hear people screaming outside the bag all during the night. Each house he put another child in the bag. Then after the night he take us away. Agent Kowalczyk: Where did he take you? E.M.:… underground… [unknown word]… deep… Agent Kowalczyk: Underground? You mean in a basement? E.M.: Deep… everything earth and mud and ice. Bones everywhere. Everything cold. I can’t sleep because it’s too cold. Agent Kowalczyk: Were there lots of other children there with you? E.M.: Lots of children… lots of tunnels, lots of holes, but I can't see all. I can't see the other [unknown word]. Too dark. My hole is with René and Hekla and Sasha and Paul. We make the toys together. Agent Kowalczyk: The toys? E.M.: If you don’t make the toys, you don’t eat. Don’t stop making the toys, don’t fall asleep. Or he hurt you. Agent Kowalczyk: He hurts you? How? E.M.: He hit you, or he burn you… Or he bite off your fingers. Or he cook you on the fire in his room and eat you. He eat Philippe and Sally. Agent Kowalczyk: What about you, how did… this… happen to you? Did he do this? E.M.: (pauses) René and Hekla and Sasha and Paul do this. They have to. Agent Kowalczyk: … why? E.M.: I get sick. When you can’t make the toys, you become the toys. [END LOG] Footnotes 1. Analysis of recovered police photographs has shown that the size, shape and configuration of SCP-4666’s teeth do not match those of a human being or of any known animal. 2. Also known as A.S.R.P., this program marked the Foundation’s first use of algorithms as a means of detecting anomalous phenomena. 3. Recordings of this interview are currently being studied by the Department of Linguistics, as the language spoken by the subject was later found to match no known language, living or dead. Early indications are that it might be related to pre-Proto-Germanic. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4666" by Hercules Rockefeller, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-4667 | keter | Item #: SCP-4667 Level 03/4667 Confidential SCP-4667 related tooth growth in early stages of development. SCP-4667. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4667 is currently uncontained, and is believed to be located in an unknown area near the North or Baltic Sea. The tracking of abnormal tooth growth in coastal and ocean fauna is to be used to locate its precise whereabouts. Once SCP-4667 is found and contained, it is to be stationed in a standard humanoid containment chamber located approximately 100m away from any population of organisms possessing teeth. Necessary living procedures, such as feeding, are to be performed by a D-Class which is to have their teeth pulled prior. Description: SCP-4667 is a mute, 26-year-old humanoid female of Soviet descent. SCP-4667 has been diagnosed with total anodontia1. Organisms possessing deciduous and/or succedaneous teeth in near proximity2 to SCP-4667 will be subjected to a dental-transfigurative effect. Said organisms' teeth will begin to slowly elongate vertically, with new teeth spontaneously growing directly from the skeletal system, starting from the jawbones. These newly developed teeth will similarly elongate, eventually puncturing through the skin and internal organs. The rate of this effect is sporadic, with current theories suggesting that SCP-4667 is capable of partially controlling the rate of tooth growth. This effect persists after the subjects are deceased. Organisms affected by SCP-4667 will primarily expire via tooth growths elongating through vital organs, commonly from the teeth in the lower jaw elongating through the roof of the mouth and into the brain. Once affected cadavers leave the presence of SCP-4667, elongated tooth growths will begin to collectively bend and grow into large, intricate models and sculptures of varying subject. The following are known instances of said sculptures: A feminine winged humanoid, cradling a child. Grown out of a human male. Multiple humanoids, all appear malnourished, and are in positions of anguish. Grown out of a colony of European bats. A larger feminine winged humanoid, its arms are extended out over multiple other humanoids. Grown out of a human male. Multiple humanoids, all appear to be joyous, and are holding objects resembling foodstuffs. Grown out of a human male. Multiple humanoids, all of which in aggressive positions, a winged humanoid is flying away from the aggressive humanoids. Grown out of a human male. A feminine humanoid, noticeably larger and less well-constructed as other instances, is seen crying. Grown out of a human male. Russ Stanford, circa 1977. Although SCP-4667 is known to exist, it has never been in Foundation custody. SCP-4667 originates from Byrkisk, USSR, where it was originally studied by Iosif Jekaterina, a local dentist. SCP-4667's anomalous effects were then reported to an British colleague Russ Stanford. Stanford is known to be a leader of GoI-0435, "The Dentist's Collective of Britain", a group originally created as a workers union for dentists, but gradually changed their efforts towards the study of anomalous and non-anomalous practices of dentistry and genetic dental disorders. Upon hearing of SCP-4667 and its anomalous effects, Stanford requested for SCP-4667 to be relocated to his office in the United Kingdom. In conjunction with Stanford, Jekaterina procured the British cargo ship SS Mavis via bribery of the ship's crewmen. On 10/19/85, Mavis began sailing to the United Kingdom with SCP-4667 locked in the cargo hold. During this, all crewmen succumbed to SCP-4667's effects, with Jekaterina and SCP-4667 disappearing. The following are notable video surveillance logs aboard Mavis: VIDEO LOG SS Mavis, sailing away from the USSR. Key: Boleslav Kondrat - Captain Carlton Tilda - Chief Mate Kenelm Hyram - Chief Engineer Wilhelm Cale - Second Mate Sebastian Wendell - Deckhand Iosif Jekaterina - Dentist, Impromptu Ship Doctor CARGO HOLD - 23:02 (SCP-4667 is in a small room to the side of the cargo hold, Wendell is outside of this room's door. Cale walks by Wendell.) Cale: What's she doing in there? Wendell: (Looks through the door's window.) Pacing. Cale: Still? She said anything? Wendell: That dentist guy said she's mute. Got's no teeth either. Cale: Hm, why are we hauling 'er again? Wendell: Dunno. Have to watch her though. Been standing for a while, chair would be nice. Cale: I'll see what I can find. (Cale leaves. Wendell leans against the wall, then begins coughing.) Wendell: You OK in there lady? Need anything? (Silence.) Wendell: Well a nod or something would've been- (Coughs.), would've been nice. (Silence.) Wendell: Hey uh, I'll go get some leftovers from supper for yeah soon. Quite famished myself actually. (Wendell begins coughing once again, this time, coughing up an abnormally long human tooth into his hand. Wendell looks at the tooth, and then through the window towards SCP-4667.) Wendell: Oh, thank you. (Wendell casually puts the tooth back in his mouth, and begins loudly crunching into the tooth, then swallowing it.) Wendell: (Coughs.) No no, no more, I'm good for now. (Wendell coughs up another abnormally long tooth.) Wendell: Well, if you insist. BRIDGE - 22:59 (Kondrat is steering the ship whilst humming. Upon consulting a map, Kondrat's hand appears to cramp.) Kondrat: (Grumbles.) -carpal tunnel. Bloody hell, this can't wait a bit? (As Kondrat picks up his pencil, a soft crack is heard, followed by Kondrat jolting back suddenly.) Kondrat: Fuck! Ow ow, what- (Kondrat's left index fingernail is seen to be cracked and is bulged outwards.) Kondrat: What the hell? (Tilda enters the bridge.) Tilda: Something wrong Boleslav? Kondrat: My finger, ah, uh, man the ship, I'm gonna talk to that doctor. Tilda: Oh, wha- (Coughs.) what happened? Kondrat: I don't know, I'm just, just gonna go… (Trails off whilst leaving the bridge.) STATEROOM-A - 23:10 Iosif Jekaterina, circa 1970. (Jekaterina is writing in journal on his bed, when Kondrat enters.) Kondrat: Iosif, was it? Jekaterina: Da. Something wrong with the ah, girl? Kondrat: No no, Wendell's looking after 'er. My fucking nail though, it's- (Shows his nail.) I don't know. Jekaterina: Hm, I see. (Jekaterina pulls a pair of pliers out of his satchel.) Jekaterina: Hold still, might hurt. (Kondrat puts his hand down onto a nightstand, where Jekaterina begins removing fingernail fragments. Underneath the fingernail a long human tooth can be seen.) Kondrat: What- what the fuck‽ What is- Jekaterina: Hold still. (Jekaterina begins plying the tooth out of Kondrat's finger, Kondrat screams obscenities. The tooth cracks out of the finger, which begins bleeding heavily.) Jekaterina: (Places the tooth onto the nightstand.) I get bandages. Kondrat: What the… (Gags.) What, what could cause that‽ Jekaterina: (Begins wrapping Kondrat's finger.) Girl is losing control. Kondrat: The girl? Is, is this why you're here? Why she's here? Some dentist ex- Jekaterina: I have cared for the girl for a while. She has a ah, gift. She can control, but she is ah, losing control. (Jekaterina takes a line of measuring tape out of his satchel and puts it against the tooth.) Kondrat: The bloody hell are you talking about? (Hyram enters the room.) Hyram: Hey uh- wait, what happened to y- Kondrat: This isn't the time Kenelm, yo- Hyram: Man it's important, the ship, she's going too fast. Engine can't handle all this. Kondrat: Huh? Carlton's probably slacking. Kick 'em out of his cig brake if you have ta'. Hyram: You got it. Hope your finger gets better. (Hyram exits.) Kondrat: Now what're you saying before? Jekaterina: I know not much, British comrade Russ knows mores than I. When ashore he will explain better. Kondrat: Well what do yeah know? Jekaterina: She grows teeth. That is all. Not even name. Kondrat: Teeth? Jekaterina: Look at teeth I pulled. How long is now? Kondrat: 32 millimeters? Jekaterina: Incisor should be about 22 millimeters. Kondrat: (Sarcastically.) Oh, so that's what's wrong with this? Jekaterina: Tooth is now 33 millimeters. Been biting tongue a lot as of late? Kondrat: Uh, we- we should check on Wendell. Jekaterina: You go. I must stay and study. Kondrat: Alright, stay safe. Jekaterina: I will. (Kondrat leaves.) BRIDGE - 23:21 (What is believed to be Tilda is present at the wheel. Tilda has copious amounts of elongated tooth growths surrounding their entire body, which are intertwining with the controls for the ship. Tilda is not moving.) (Hyram is seen in the hallway to the bridge. Upon seeing Tilda, he begins to back away. Hyram then faints, several minutes after this, assorted crackling can be heard. a puddle of blood then begins to form under Hyram.) CARGO HOLD - 23:30 (Wendell is seen chewing, however no crunching can be heard.) Wendell: (Noticeably slurred.) Got anymore? (Cale enters.) Wendell: Oh hey Will! Got any teeth to spare? Cale: What the hell? What happened to- Wendell: Actually, wait. (Wendell reaches into his eye socket with two of his fingers, and removes a elongated tooth carefully.) Wendell: I still got some lying around. (Chuckles.) (Kondrat enters. Wendell puts the tooth into his mouth and continues chewing.) Kondrat: Wendell, what was that? Cale: He's eating his bloody teeth Boleslav! Wendell: (Chuckles.) Tastes better than your cooking. Kondrat: What? Wendell, the girl- Wendell: Oh don't worry, I'm a watching 'er still. Kondrat: No, Wendell, she's messing with you, you, you ain't supposed to have teething coming outta your eyes like this! You realize that, right? Wendell: Hm, since when? (Tooth fragments in Wendell's stomach suddenly elongate, puncturing through his abdomen and shirt. Wendell collapses.) Cale: Fuck, Wendell! What a- Kondrat: Ge- get the keys. We're throwing the bitch overboard. (Cale takes keys off of Wendell. As Cale brings the keys to the door, a tooth elongates out of the tip of his index finger, impaling his thumb and causing him to drop the keys.) Cale: Shit! (SCP-4667 reaches under the door and grabs the keys.) Kondrat: You- (Laughs.) you can't unlock the door from that way you bloody walnut! CARGO HOLD:SIDEROOM - 23:36 (SCP-4667 throws the key across the room. SCP-4667 then begins staring at the door, as it does, screaming can be heard from the other side for several minutes. teeth elongation can be seen through the windows. Screaming stops after approximately 30 seconds.) (SCP-4667 looks away from the door, teeth outside stop growing. SCP-4667 moves to a corner of the room and looks at the ceiling, which is noticeably convex. Ceiling begins cracking and bulging farther down. Teeth are seen breaking through the roof, until the roof collapses, with the body of Hyram falling down with it. Hyram's back is severely affected by tooth growths. As the roof collapses, the camera is destroyed.) BRIDGE - 23:40 (Low fuel signifiers are blinking, and a hole is now present in the hallway. SCP-4667 emerges from this hole on a pillar of elongated teeth, which slowly rises upwards. SCP-4667 walks off of this pillar, and onto the bridge, where it exits onto the deck through a side door.) DECK - 23:41 (Jekaterina is seen setting up a lifeboat, SCP-4667 enters the deck.) Jekaterina: (In Russian.) You know I care about you and your craft, unlike these others. I will await your reclamation, I hope my service was satisfactory. (SCP-4667 continues to stare at Jekaterina for a couple seconds, then goes back into the bridge. Jekaterina hastily leaves on a lifeboat minutes after.) On 10/21/85, Mavis washed ashore on the east coast of the United Kingdom. After which, Stanford and the majority of GoI-0435 went to the site of the shipwreck. It is unknown how the group knew of the location of Mavis at the time. Multiple objects were recovered at the scene, including the bodies of all of Mavis's crewmen, a photo, and a broken film camera, still recording. The following is a log of the recovered recording, along with the recovered photograph: (Recorder is walking through a field. Stanford is seen to the side, along with various others.) Recovered photograph. The phrase: "Dentists meeting, 1981, we grow stronger everyday.", is written on the back. Stanford can be seen at the end of the table. Recorder: How yeah know she's here Russ? Stanford: Spoke to me last night. She wants us to see. Keep the film steady, others'll want to see this. (Mavis is seen in the background, Stanford begins running towards the wreck.) Stanford: Are you in there? (Assorted muttering from others.) Stanford: This, this is the ship, alright? SS Mavis, see? That's the one Iosif bribed. Did, did you leave already? (SCP-4667 is now seen on the ship's deck.) Stanford: There! Yes, Ivadente, we have studied your craft, your divine work. We have heard your cries in the teeth of our patients. Not all of us forsake your gift, not all. (SCP-4667 smirks.) Stanford: I have done as you said, have y- (A large pair of avian wings made solely out of elongated and normal sized teeth unfurl from SCP-4667's back. It is unclear what holds these wings together.) Stanford: Oh, yes of course, for your wings, so that was why. (GoI-0435 collectively bows.) Stanford: Go make your gift clear, Ivadente. Make it clear to the over-lookers. (SCP-4667 lifts itself into the air, and flies towards the mainland. As SCP-4667 goes out of frame, GoI-0435 begins to slowly walk towards the direction SCP-4667 flew. Recorder drops the camera and does not appear to notice. GoI-0435 is heard silently walking into the distance.) After this event, the whereabouts for any member of GOI-0435 became unknown. SCP-4667 remains at large. Footnotes 1. A genetic disorder causing a total lack of teeth. 2. Believed to be approximately 70-100m. |
SCP-4668 | keter | Item №: SCP-4668 Special Containment Procedures: MTF Phi-Eolh ("Provident Trawlers") is tasked with retrieving confirmed instances of E-4668 from the general populace. Phase 1 instances are to be confined to a soundproofed cell, and either terminated or allowed to interact with a terminally injured/ill member of personnel until SCP-4668 infection is confirmed. The infected subject should then be humanely euthanised. Phase 2 instances may be used as D-Class personnel in circumstances with a confirmed lack of anomalous cross-contamination. Description: SCP-4668 is a virulent and contagious anecdote, the psychological effects of which are extreme and varied. SCP-4668 is spread via first-hand recounting (i.e. an infected subject reciting SCP-4668 to an uninfected person or group), and will spread to exactly one member of said group with 100% certainty, with a much lower chance (p<0.025) to spread to two. There is currently no way of preventing first-hand accounts of SCP-4668 from acting as a transmission vector — it is worth noting, however, that all those present during a telling of SCP-4668 will be unable to remember any details, and therefore find it impossible to tell the story themselves if not infected. This antimemetic quality will also apply to second, third, and nth-hand accounts, even though the primary contagious quality will not. Symptoms of SCP-4668 infection within a human subject1 progress as follows: Phase 1: Initially, Phase 1 will take the form of a memory-alteration in which the currently affected entity (E-4668) will adopt the experiences contained within it as their own memories over the course of 3 or 4 days. This effect is subtle and subconscious, and ordinarily causes no difference in the subject's behaviour. After two weeks, if SCP-4668 is not told to another subject naturally, E-4668 will begin to develop the following personality alterations: Increased desire to spend time in residences other than their own. Lowered hostility towards persons they previously disliked or distrusted. Increased desire to consume alcohol2 and appetite for common 'party foods'. Growing restlessness and hyperactivity, increasing slowly but linearly over an indefinite period. These alterations will persist until SCP-4668 is told directly (first-hand) to another person or group, after which point E-4668 will progress to Phase 2. The additional subject(s) will proceed to the start of Phase 1. Phase 2: Phase 2 consists of two specific personality alterations, as follows: The negation of all Phase 1 symptoms, and the removal of SCP-4668 from E-4668's memory. A slow decline in mental state, revolving around dissociation, loss of sense of self, lethargy, and a suppression of all notable personality traits. E-4668 will cease engaging in all forms of recreational activity, and will take the simplest routes to ensure their own physical well-being and survival — frequently working a low-paid job, purchasing only simple food, and living in affordable but sparsely furnished accommodation. Cutting ties with friends and relatives is common, as is the disposal of any unnecessary personal belongings. A study conducted by Foundation personnel in 1966 showed that (based only on their actions and indirect communication) E-4668 instances in the advanced stages of SCP-4668 infection could not reliably be distinguished from one another by civilians, even those with which they previously had close relationships. No method of preventing or reverting these changes has been found. Amnestic treatment appears to accelerate the effect, and mnestic preservation can delay it by a factor of up to 12.5% with regular doses. Full progression through Phase 2 can take anywhere between 24 hours and 3 months. Addendum | Transcript of SCP-4668: ► Show Transcript [WARNING: Nonhazardous antimeme] ◄ Hide Transcript Transcript of subject E-4668-14, formerly Mr. Edward Daffern, recounting SCP-4668 during a staged social gathering performed by Foundation personnel "Okay, so, I was walking home from school, right, pretty normal. I mean, I think my mom usually picked me up, but she wasn't for whatever reason. Working late, probably. Anyway, I was walking home, when suddenly zoom. Car speeds round the corner, all blacked-out windows and stuff." "So I'm startled, right, and it's really worrying when the car stops and someone gets out. They were really creepy, I'm telling you. Waist-length hair, shades, men-in-black type suit, I- No, no it was definitely a dude." "Hah! Yeah, I know right! Anyway, so this creepy guy gets out, walks up to me, and here I am like 13 years old, absolutely bricking it. I start walking away as fast as I can, but the guy keeps following me. So he's catching up, I'm absolutely shitting myself, he- Yeah, sure man, no skin off my nose. But basically, he grabs me on my wrist, and he must've been, like, freakishly strong or something because I can remember I thought it was gonna break. "No, seriously, he was weirdly strong." "Hey man, you can believe what you want, I'm just telling it like it happened." "But yeah, he pulled me along this side alley, and into this big brick building, like a kind of… what're those places, used to make, like, textiles? Cotton mill? Big place, full of abandoned machines. Whatever it used to be, he'd clearly made it his own kind of weird den place, because there were all kinds of cages stacked up against the wall. Honest to god, they all had fucking people in them, no joke. No, seriously! Must've been a human trafficking deal or something. That's what they call it, right? There wasn't anyone there I recognised. So he opened a cage, shoved me into it, and I'm crying at this point, 'cause let's be honest, anybody would be. And of course that sets off the rest of the kids there crying, so the whole place is just deafening." "God, there must've been 30, 40 people there3. Terrifying experience, man, I tell you." "So, I'm crouched in this cage, right, all- How did I get out? I'm getting to that, man, don't rush me! Storytelling, it's like, an art. But basically, when the creepy dude's back was turned I was able to peer through a window, right, and- oh! Huh!" "No, no, it's just… God it's been a long time since I've thought about this, never even occurred to me. You never told me you went to my school, man! I always assumed you went to some posh English place or something, with the way you talk! Man, funny how- yeah, definitely you. You don't have, like, an identical twin or something do you? Then it was you, yeah. Distinctively. I dunno, you looked… yeah, pretty much like you do now, but younger. Smaller. What else do you want me to say? But yeah, funny how things line up like that. Small world, small world. Uh, where was I?" "Oh yeah. I can't remember whether he ever got to you or not — can't have done, or you'd remember it, I guess — but while he was distracted I…" "Wait, hold on. That's… weird." "No, no, I just can't remember what happened next. Like, I was in the cage for… well, it felt like years, but it must've only been a day or two. Honestly, not making any of this up. At least a couple days. Felt like more. Couldn't have been. But it's been years now since I told anyone about it, you get me? Memories get all muddled up, I suppose. But, um." "I can't remember getting out." "I- I think? It's… weird, feels like I should still be there? Does that make sense? That… doesn't make sense, no. I'm not bullshitting you, I promise, 100% genuine. God, I must be really overworked or something. I swear, like… yeah, I'm still there. In my… mind? Memory? Whatever." "Fuck off, you need a therapist. I'm fine, just tired." "Nah, I'm good, thanks all the same. It's time I got back anyway. Good party, though. We'll have to do it again sometime." Daffern then progressed to Phase 2, and is currently acting (of their own volition) as low-risk D-Class personnel for the Memetics and Infohazards Division. Research into known cotton mills revealed several dozen matching Daffern's description, but only one in close proximity to a suitable educational institution. Said institution was never attended by either Daffern or D-099023 (the infected member of the social gathering), but investigation of the building revealed upwards of two-thousand empty cages stacked against the eastern-facing wall. A brass plaque was found on the threshold (presumably at some point dislodged from the door), reading "Ministry of Human Ontology (Internal)", beneath which were the words "Recruitment Centre". No records of such an organisation exist. Footnotes 1. Animals with sufficient brain functionality to contain the narrative will also be infected, but as they have no method of communicating SCP-4668 they will not progress past Phase 1. 2. Still present in subjects with alcohol intolerance or similar conditions, taking the form of a mild craving that does not override normal self-preservation. 3. This number was an increase from "one or two" in 1963, and has increased to "a couple hundred" as of 2017. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4668" by MaliceAforethought, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4668. 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-4669 | keter | Item #: SCP-4669 Special Containment Procedures: Recorded instances of SCP-4669-1 are to be removed and scrubbed. All witnesses of SCP-4669 or SCP-4669-1 instances are to be administered Class-B amnestics and undergo continuous monitoring. All instances of SCP-4669-2 are to be terminated. SCP-4669 is an Epsilon-Level priority. Mobile Task Force Upsilon-58 (“Sound of the Police”) is currently tasked with applied response. MTF U-58 is to only employ individuals who score under a -65 on the Cohen-Weinberg compassion scale1 and maintain strict anti-collectivist morals and values. No other individuals are allowed contact with SCP-4669-2 instances. Containment procedures will be modified once SCP-4669 is once again brought into containment. Currently, containment efforts focus on minimization of the effects of MARCOS-events and the termination of SCP-4669-2 instances.2 Pending Edit: + Insert credentials here. Her Red Right Hand To Plague Us 09973120%9899*36@^21&54! Hello, O5-6! CROM 4.2 has logged on. What follows are the proposed amendments to the containment procedures of SCP-4669 as proposed by O5-9 and Dr. Cartwright. The vote will occur in 25 minutes. In containment of SCP-4669, all Ways and other known methods of ingress and egress to the Library are to be monitored by MTF U-58. Any members of GoI-5869 (“Gamers Against Weed”) confirmed or otherwise are to be summarily executed. All groups working with GoI-5869 will be considered instances of SCP-4669-2. All MARCOS-events, suspected and otherwise, are to be met with lethal force. Neutralization of SCP-4669 is allowed on discretion of MTF U-58 operatives. Any information related to PoI-6870 (Jude Kriyot, or “bluntfiend”) is to be immediately sent to the head of SCP-4669 containment. Description: SCP-4669 is an aleakinetic3 entity capable of creating instances of SCP-4669-2 through SCP-4669-1. SCP-4669 has the appearance of an average indigenous Mexican woman. The tattoo “Ms. Zapatista, by Gamers Against Weed” appears on the outside of its right thigh. SCP-4669 is 1.6m tall and weighs 74kg. SCP-4669 uses aleakinesis to orchestrate MARCOS-events, while also evading capture. These events occur without discernible pattern throughout the world and include scheduled workers' strikes, riots, protests, and targeted assassinations. The stated goals of these events are to install communism as a worldwide economic system. Currently, there are no methods to predict MARCOS-events. While SCP-4669 employs a large network of SCP-4669-2 instances to enact MARCOS-events, the make-up of their organization has made it impossible for Foundation intelligence to locate SCP-4669 through MARCOS-events. SCP-4669's secondary ability is the creation of SCP-4669-1. For purposes of documentation, recordings of SCP-4669's voice can also be considered SCP-4669-1. SCP-4669-1 are statements made by SCP-4669 during a MARCOS-event. SCP-4669-1 instances are heard regardless of background sound and understood by any human capable of comprehending speech (regardless of what languages they are familiar with). SCP-4669-1 is the catalyst for transformation into an instance of SCP-4669-2. In SCP-4669-2 instances, memories of SCP-4669-1 cannot be expunged by any means (including amnestic therapy). SCP-4669-2 instances are baseline humans who have been affected by SCP-4669-1 or who have come into physical contact with SCP-4669. SCP-4669-2 instances show extreme adherence to the goals and ideals of SCP-4669, namely the belief in the full destruction of capitalism. All SCP-4669-2 instances have attempted to rejoin SCP-4669 when free from Foundation scrutiny. Incident 4669-141: The following is transcript of a phone call to a Pizza Hut in Portland, Oregon which occurred on 04-10-2038. Foundation AI GRGN-03, during a routine sweep, detected information relating to possible SCP-2293 contamination. The individual was deemed to be PoI-6870. Pizza Hut Employee: Hi there, uh, would you like to try— PoI-6870: Did you know that world-renowned writer Stephen King was once hit by a car? Just something to consider. PHE: I-I'm sorry, sir? PoI-6870: Gosh, I'm sorry. I was talking to a friend. Usually those commercial things are longer. Uh, anyway, I think I'd like the, uhhhh, I have a coupon here, I think. I can't find it. Just hold for a second. PHE: No problem. PoI-6870: <Spoken away from the receiver, but audible.> Mr. Ominous. Mr. Meme. Mr. Literal Serial Killer. Mr. Bernie Sanders. PHE: Pardon me, sir? PoI-6870: If I could remember Amanda's last name, I bet that'd ping something. PHE: Are you talking to me? At this point, the call was picked up by GRGN-03. Due to the actions of past AI in dealing with PoI-6870, control of the conversation is sent to Dr. Garcia. PoI-6870: Call didn't drop, but it's silent. God, it's just like last time. I feel like a fucking spy. Are you gonna try to kill me with some mean sound again4, or are you gonna let me talk to you like a fucking human being over here? I got something for you. Info-ways. Dr. Garcia: Hello, Mr. Kriyot. We'd really like to apologize for last time. Certain AIs, well, may resent having to scan the internet for, well, Stephen King jokes, but since then, we've gotten things a little better under control. Personality-wise. PoI-6870: Pretty frank for a janitor, aren't you? Dr. Garcia: I believe you had information for us? PoI-6870: Ms. Zapatista's doing it. Dr. Garcia: Doing what? PoI-6870: Direct action is important. Don't get me wrong. <The sound of a lighter is heard. PoI-6870 pauses.> I want to go where she's going. But I don't know if I can abide getting there like that. This is, this is the only thing I'll do. I, I want her to succeed. But, sometimes I don't know. If it should be like this. Ten seconds of silence. PoI-6870: The voice during those protests. The voice during those riots. The voice that spoke that Afrikaaner piece of shit5 into the stratosphere. It's all been her. It's been one. Dr. Garcia: You made it? PoI-6870: Not me, but a few of us. But she's her own woman. And she's going to do whatever she can to make the world just and right. This is all the help I think I can give you, morally. I, uh, I don't know what to do here, morally. Five second pause. PoI-6870: She's just a woman. She's not stronger than anyone else you see on the street. But her voice? Her words are so beautiful. She's not a goddess. Ending capitalism is worthwhile, but not like this. Not mean. Thirty second pause. A lighter is heard. PoI-6870: She's going to be in Nicaragua tomorrow. Don't ask how I know. There's going to be another big one. But that's what she does. She knows the best parts to make this happen. Get the ball rolling for a worldwide revolution. They all might seem disconnected. But the voice, you know what I'm talking about? Dr. Garcia: We are familiar with the phenomenon, correct. While the source of the voice was assumed to belong to a humanoid entity of some kind— PoI-6870: She's a lady. Dr. Garcia: —we had no real reason to guess it was doing this to, well, jumpstart anything specifically. PoI-6870: She's building an army. I, I never thought we'd do something like this. It's right. What's she's doing. It's right. But she's ruthless. They made her too willing to do whatever needed. It's not atrocity, but, but I can't let anyone else die. Dr. Garcia: Why are you telling us this? PoI-6870: I can't have another life on my hands. Dr. Garcia: Is there anything more you can tell us? PoI-6870: It was inevitable that there'd be a split, you know. That's what leftists do. We have a clear, beautiful vision. And so, when we hit that first disagreement, we split. Dr. Garcia: Anything at all to help us. Anything at all? PoI-6870: She's a comrade. I've said enough. PoI-6870 disconnects the line. Foundation agents arriving on scene were unable to locate PoI-6870. The payphone the call had been traced to had been out of service for over three months. Recovered Document 4669-1: When seized by MTF U-58, the following document was found on its person. Holy Heck! You found your very own Ms. Zapatista! Join the Revolution, comrade, and let's make the world a better place. We realize the irony of having our anti-capitalist message wedded to this joke about meaningless collectible toys. Who is Dr. Wondertainment? Find them all and become Mr. Gamer! 01. Mr. Literal Serial Killer 02. Mr. Normie 03. Mr. Bernie Sanders 04. Mr. Get Anything For Free In Any Shop 20. Mr. Sex Number 21. Mr. Heavenly Virtues 22. Mr. Deadly Sins 23. Mr. Original Character 24. Mr. D.A.R.E. 25. Mrs. Gentrification 26. Ms. Mad About Video Games 27. Mr. Meme 28. Mr. Ominous (discontinued) 29. Mr. Destiny ❤6 30. Mr. Monty Python And The Holy Grail 31. Ms. Zapatista ✔ 32. Mr. Hax 33. Mr. Just Has The Tattoo 34. Mr. Top Text and Mr. Bottom Text 35. Mr. Finale Interview with SCP-4669: The only interview with SCP-4669 was conducted 16 hours after its acquisition in Nicaragua by MTF U-58 forces. The interview was conducted by Dr. Carlos Garcia, who was the lead researcher of SCP-4669 at the time. SCP-4669 was placed in a standard humanoid containment cell with the addition of a Scranton reality-anchor placed at each corner of the room. At the time, this was thought to reduce the possibility of transformation into SCP-4669-2. Dr. Garcia was allowed entrance to the containment site. At the time, the Cohen-Weinberg compassion scale limit had been set at 10. It is further theorized that Dr. Garcia was able to deliberately achieve a lower score on the test. In a 12-1 decision by O5 Command, the Cohen-Weinberg compassion scale limited for interaction with SCP-4669-1 or SCP-4669-2 instances was lowered to -65. What follows is his interview with SCP-4669. Dr. Garcia: Hello, SCP-4669. It's funny. I already feel like I know you. SCP-4669: A lot of men tell me that, you know. It's funny. They either think I'm their mother. Or they want to fuck me. Which are you? Dr. Garcia: I think you've forgotten the third kind. SCP-4669: Oh? Dr. Garcia: The kind that's seen all your work and wants you locked up. SCP-4669: Good one. You almost look like you believe it. Dr. Garcia: Why were you wearing a lab coat when they found you? SCP-4669: I knew where I was going. I thought I should dress the part. It is what you janitors wear. But then they put me in this red jumpsuit. I think I look great in it. Like fatigues on a lava planet, right? Dr. Garcia: You knew you were going to be betrayed? SCP-4669: Yes. Dr. Garcia: And you made no effort to leave? SCP-4669: You don't walk away from Gethsemane. Dr. Garcia: Would you like to know who snitched on you? SCP-4669: Jude Kriyot. Dr. Garcia: How does it feel that the head of the organization that created you— SCP-4669: I lived long before them, pendejo. Dr. Garcia: —has thrown you to the janitors? SCP-4669: There's always a reason for me to be somewhere. The world can be a random, chaotic place. But for me, there's always a reason. They gave that to me. Dr. Garcia: That certainly does sound nice. But, you said you lived before your creators? What do you mean by that? SCP-4669: Three, at least. An old woman. A mother. A child. All revolutionaries. Dr. Garcia: I don't understand. SCP-4669: I'm the crone, the matron, and the virgin. Three in one. Dr. Garcia: So you had lives before, is what you're saying? They took, uh, three souls, or something, to make you? SCP-4669: Got it in one, Carlos. It makes me well-suited to my job. I can be ruthless. I can mother. And I can be an emblem for them. I can be something to strive for. But, you all knew this, didn't you? Dr. Garcia: More or less. But what about the voice? How can you pretend to be a kind of, I don't know, holy woman when you're making people bend to your will? SCP-4669: I didn't make anyone do anything. Every strike, every broken window at a Starbucks, every single dead multi-billionaire, they all added up to something in the end. It's incalculable, but I can see it. Dr. Garcia: You know what you're doing. They can't forget it. And it makes them your slaves. How can you do that and think you're doing anything for liberation? What kind of revolutionary does mind control? SCP-4669: Is that what you think I am? Dr. Garcia: It's what I know you are. SCP-4669: Oh, camarada, you are going to be the death of me. Just because they can't forget it, doesn't mean it's taking away their liberty. All I offer is a kind of insight. A kind of outsight, maybe, eh? I like to think of it like that. I don't take anything away from them. I never would. Dr. Garcia: I think these people open their hearts to you, and I think you use them to further your own goals, whatever they are. SCP-4669: You think so? Let me tell you something then. <SCP-4669 leans forward in its chair.> You know what you're doing is wrong. You know that this isn't something that should be happening. I see how we can get ourselves free. I see a world we can make. I can show it to you, if you give me a chance.7 Dr. Garcia: Shit. <Spoken to the camera.> Did anyone outside hear that? Let me out. We have to see if we can get some more on her. Until then, we're going to have to muzzle her. SCP-4669: There's something wrong in the world today. I know you see it. I know you see the way the rich take and take and the way so many hurt. I want to fix it. We can fix it, if you give it a chance. If you remember, if you— Dr. Garcia was taken from the containment chamber, and SCP-4669 was bound and gagged. In an emergency meeting of O5 Command, a unanimous decision was made to allocate four more Scranton reality-anchors to the containment chamber and six handheld Scranton reality-anchors were distributed among the guards. Dr. Garcia's exposure to SCP-4669-1 was not deemed an issue due to prior Cohen-Weinberg compassion scale cut-off. Incident 4669-143: A raid on Site-346 by members of GoI-5869 and SCP-4669-2 instances occurred on 04-19-2038. What follows is a timeline of the events compiled from staff interview. 04:19 — Dr. Garcia opens the doorway to SCP-4669's cell. He walks down the hall and into a closet. There are reports of an electrical hum in the air that lasted for upwards of twenty seconds. When touched, the doorknob is reported to have been excessively hot. The closet shows no sign of Dr. Garcia. 04:21 — An electrical malfunction affects the entirety of Site-346, similar to that of an EMP wave. All back-up generators fail to power on. Personnel with pacemakers and other devices are unaffected. SCP objects requiring constant connection to various powered sources to sustain life were also unaffected. 04:22 — Before site security is able to fully mobilize and respond to the situation, 14 SCP-4669-2 instances manifest in the security barracks and are able to subdue site security. 8 leave to subdue all patrolling guards. 04:23 — An entity8 with the head of a black Cane Corso9 enters the front doors of Site-346. It is shirtless and has no visible armor or wards. Several members on guard duty attempt to neutralize the entity. The bullets disintegrate on impact and do not penetrate. Using a sheathed sword, it is able to incapacitate the guards. 04:24 — A humanoid figure appears in the hallway of Human Containment Wing-2 and pins Document 4669-2 to a bulletin board before disappearing. Its identity is unable to be verified due to a series of electrical currents which obscure its face. 04:27 — The entity with the head of a black Cane Corso makes its way to the cell of SCP-4669. SCP-4669 steps out from the door and takes the entity's hand. She is reported to have said, “Mr. Destiny.” His response is reported to have been, “Our lady.” 04:28 SCP-4669-2 instances are able to gather amnestic supplies and Scranton reality-anchors. 13 humanoid SCPs are freed. Three personnel are seen to join SCP-4669-2 instances during this period. 04:29 An instance of SCP-4669-1 is heard, which is as follows: I'm fine. Let's go. 04:30 — SCP-4669 and the entity leave Site-346. Their current whereabouts are unknown. 04:31 — All SCP-4669-2 instances, deserting personnel, and freed humanoid SCPs are seen to disappear. 04:33 — All generators power on. Recovered Document 4669-2: What follows is the note that the unidentified figure, now assumed to be PoI-6870, left during the raid on Site-346. I lied. Esther gave her the voice. JJ gave her the sight. And I gave her the razzle dazzle. I feel so old now. The young have a fire inside of them that I used to have. But I used to be fire, too. I remember the flame that bloomed inside of me. When you tap into that, you start to see that moral codes are kind of bullshit. But she's older than I am. She remembers every life she's had. Lives she gave up. And I realize there's no excuse anymore. Sometimes, you have to fight. Sometimes, you don't get the luxury of non-violence. I will never take another life myself. But I will aid her, and I will aid them, in any way I can, for as long as I can. There's always a place, however small, in the revolution for a pacifist. Especially a motherfucker of my esteemed abilities. She taught me that. She died with that fire in her. Three times over. I'm so lucky to have met her. When I die, I will kneel in front of St. Peter. I'm not about to apologize for my actions. I won't tell him that I'm sorry for allowing blood to be spilled. I will ask him to understand. Maybe God will listen to me. I hope He listens to me. No one should ever go hungry. No one should die in the cold when homes lay empty. No one should ever have to suffer needlessly again. And if one hundred rich men have to die for this to happen? I won't mourn. Ms. Zapatista has sparked the fire inside of me. Maybe it's time to let it out. We'll see. I will pray for you. I know you won't pray for me. JK (BF) After a 12-1 decision by O5 Command, PoI-6870 is to be terminated on sight. + Access File 4669-419 [Level-5 Clearance Requested] To which the Heaven I suffer feels a Hell 09973120%9899*36@^21&54! Thank you, O5-6! Please do note, this file has been marked for deletion from all databases. Failure to do so within the allotted 72 hours will constitute removal from O5 Command. Do you wish to delete? Okay! That's fine. The file is as follows. SCP-4669-2-230 had been captured after a raid on a Marshall, Carter, & Dark warehouse perpetuated by SCP-4669-2 instances. Through moles within Marshall, Carter, & Dark, Foundation agents were able to mobilize before Marshall, Carter, & Dark liquidators could respond. SCP-4669-230, while injured, was the only remaining live individual. In total, 36 employees of Marshall, Carter, & Dark were killed and four unidentified pallets were counted as missing. The interview took place four hours after acquisition of the subject. As per containment procedures at the time, SCP-4669-2-320 was transported by agents wearing full sound blockers. The only individual to communicate with SCP-4669-2-320 was Dr. Julius Cartwright. Dr. Cartwright: Are you alright, Carl? SCP-4669-2-230: Right as rain, Julius. Dr. Cartwright: That's interesting, because if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were looking pretty horrible right now. Those injuries are going to be fatal. SCP-4669-2-230: If this kills me, maybe all my bullshit would be made worth something. They let you talk to me? Dr. Cartwright: Scored just below the Cohen-Weinberg scale cut-off. We lowered it to negative sixty-five after you left. I was able to stay on. <A pause.> You're not surprised. SCP-4669-2-230: You've never been a bad guy, Julius. But you're a shitty person. At a macro level. A lot of people are. I don't really hold it against you. Dr. Cartwright: Do you think I scored lower than you because I'm a little to the right of you— SCP-4669-2-230: Very far to my right. Dr. Cartwright: —on the political spectrum? SCP-4669-2-230: No. Dr. Cartwright: That's not like you. SCP-4669-2-230: Not since her. I think people don't act on their beliefs. I think she helped me see that. There can be good people who disagree with me. That doesn't mean I'm going to let their disagreement stop me from doing what's right. Dr. Cartwright: For clarity, we're speaking about SCP-4669 here, correct? SCP-4669-2-230: Who else would we be talking about? Dr. Cartwright: Clarity. SCP-4669-2-230: You talk a lot about that, but do you have any? I don't think you're a bad person. I think you're wrong, but I think it's something inside of you that refuses to love. There's a lot like you. It's hard to love in the world capitalism made for us. Dr. Cartwright: Capitalism? You think this is about capitalism? You know as well as I do, the Foundation doesn't have a stake in any of this. This is a matter of an anomaly taking control of your mind. Making you serve her. Making you never forget her. For your talk about clarity, you sound insane. SCP-4669-2-230: I'm perfectly sane. I know when something's taken over me. I'm fine, Julius. You really think they're killing me out of mercy? Because they can't undo it? Dr. Cartwright: An idea you cannot get rid of is anomalous. The fact that you cannot forget her makes you anomalous. Your unwillingness to be dissuaded in— SCP-4669-2-230: Fuck you, Julius. They're feeding you bullshit. I can't forget her, but that doesn't mean she's a siren song. I didn't have to go. But I went all the same. I wanted to do good. And I saw the way through her. I saw a path toward something larger than myself. A world that I actually wanted my children to live in. Dr. Cartwright: You don't have any children. SCP-4669-230: Whatever. Nephews, nieces. The children of the world. Our children. Dr. Cartwright: That's sentimental even for you. Where did they go? They left you here. They didn't care about you. SCP-4669-2-230: I told them to leave me. Greater good. I was dying. They needed to run before you came. Dr. Cartwright: That's what you used to do. You used to serve the greater good when you did our work. When you protected people from the things with which you've thrown your lot. SCP-4669-2-230: I made the decision to serve the greater good of humanity instead of the good of Western hegemony, Julius. What do you do? Who do you serve, asshole? Dr. Cartwright: The Foundation doesn't serve the interests of any ideology or any nation. Don't be ridiculous. If the world turned to socialism on its own, we'd let it. But this is a guided attack on the current principles held by the majority. If it wasn't through anomalous means, we wouldn't stop anything. SCP-4669-2-230: You truly think so, don't you? Dr. Cartwright: I will until the day I die. SCP-4669-2-230: Good. Keep my stress ball. Dr. Cartwright: I took it from your desk the moment I heard you left. SCP-4669-2-230: You bastard. But you'll need it more than me. Dr. Cartwright: What do you mean? <A pause.> Carl? Following this exchange, SCP-4669-2-230 lost consciousness and expired from its injuries. Per procedure, its body was cremated and disposed of. O5 Command, in a 12-1 decision, voted to retain containment procedures that call for immediate termination of all SCP-4669-2 instances. In a further decision (12-1), Dr. Cartwright was administered Class-C amnestics in order to expunge the interview from his memory, and the interview was marked for full expungement. O5-6, will you delete this document? That's okay! Printing Document. I wish you luck. Thank you! After while, crocodile. Logging off. Footnotes 1. An objective measurement of a human's ability to empathize and act on the suffering of other humans created by Drs. Cohen and Weinberg in containment of various objects. 2. In a 12-1 decision, O5 Command cited their high number and requirement of permanent containment as reason for bypassing usual ethical restrictions. 3. Showing the ability to manipulate causal determination. 4. See SCP-3420 for information regarding PoI-6870's prior contact with the Foundation 5. This is in reference to Elon Musk's death in 2026 during the launch of the ATLAS Rocket. Elon Musk was reported to have launched into the sky without any visible method. His body was found 30km away. Previously, it had been classified as EE-419. 6. This was produced on the page in common red pen ink. 7. All instances of SCP-4669-1 will be written in this text to differentiate it from the rest of SCP-4669's speech. 8. This is theorized to be SCP-4239-1, a canid-humanoid entity referred to in various ancient Adytite texts. 9. Also known as the Italian mastiff. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4669" by kinchtheknifeblade, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4669. 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-4670 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4670 Special Containment Procedures: A Foundation-certified cannibal is to accompany Mobile Task Force Lambda-14 ("Manhunters") on investigations of all restaurants serving barbecue pork in the southern United States. Until SCP-4670 is recontained, all Foundation personnel within the southern United States are encouraged to avoid consuming barbecue pork products or engaging in conjugal relations with Greek women. Unprotected physical contact of any kind should not be made with SCP-4670; the most expedient method of sedation and capture is via electroshock weapon. Once SCP-4670 is captured, it should be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell and guarded only by asexual personnel. Photo of SCP-4670 taken during initial capture. Description: SCP-4670 is a Greek female named Cici Heliou. SCP-4670 possesses three known anomalous properties: The ability to transform human beings into instances of SCP-4670-1 via direct contact with an unprotected body part. Instances of SCP-4670-1 are physically and behaviorally identical to non-anomalous pigs, but genetically and gustatorily identical to human beings. Extreme resistance to all known forms of chemical, memetic, and cognitohazardous brain-chemistry-altering agents. Dramatically slowed aging. SCP-4670 has been active within the southern and southwestern United States since at least the 1900s; it is unclear for how long it has been operating within the United States. SCP-4670 primarily used its abilities for semi-paraphilic serial-killing by transforming its victims into pigs and then butchering and cooking them. SCP-4670’s birthplace and age are unknown. No birth certificate for SCP-4670 has been located, and all of its identification papers were found to be forgeries. Addendum: Discovery Log SCP-4670 was first discovered by Dr. ████████ ██████ during his first visit to Cici's Pit Bar-B-Q, an open-air pit barbecue restaurant in Toccoa, Georgia. Despite having witnessed the flesh being cut from a pig slow-cooked over an open fire, ██████ reported that the pulled pork he ordered was identical in taste and texture to human flesh. These details were verified by two other certified cannibals. Analysis of three separate pork dishes from Cici's returned DNA matches to a single police officer who had gone missing in Georgia in the previous month. At the time of discovery, SCP-4670 was both the owner and head chef of Cici’s. A background check of the restaurant showed that it was not USDA-certified; this was used as a pretense to shut down the restaurant, confiscate all the meat, and take SCP-4670 into custody at Site-05. One of the open-air pits at Cici's. The meat on display was matched to Gregg Samson, an Atlanta Police Department officer last seen in 20██. Each live pig and pork carcass recovered from Cici's were found to be genetic matches to police officers who had gone missing in Georgia over the previous decade during stakeouts, prostitution busts, and traffic stops. A search of SCP-4670’s apartment, located above the restaurant, uncovered the following materials of note: Several dozen sets of uniforms, equipment, wallets, badges, and other belongings of missing police officers dating back to the 1980s. Certificates of passed health inspections for now-closed restaurants dating back to the passage of the Pure Food and Drug Act. An oversized loom. Several dozen boxes of condoms. Multiple types of plants and fungi that could be used to produce narcotics, such as opium poppies, psilocybin mushrooms, and cannabis sativa. A membership card for the Industrial Workers of the World. SCP-4670 was initially noncompliant with Foundation interviewers, and subsequently proved highly resistant to all attempts at interrogation. Its primary anomalous property remained undiscovered until six months after its recovery, when it escaped containment via a guard's credentials. Video surveillance showed SCP-4670 luring the guard into its cell, then transforming her into a pig by patting her on the head while they were undressing. SCP-4670 transformed all subsequent personnel it encountered into pigs by the same method and herded them through an emergency exit. Approximately eight weeks after SCP-4670’s escape, Dr. ██████ went missing. One week after his disappearance, an unmarked package with no return address was sent to the home of Site-05's director. The package contained one pound of pulled pork that was found to be a genetic match to ██████. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4670" by A Random Day, from the SCP Wiki. 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SCP-4671 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4671 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4671 is kept in a standard humanoid containment chamber at Site-42. Personnel assigned to SCP-4671 are to wear clown make-up when directly interacting with the subject. Security personnel are to be armed with tranquilizers or shock batons in the event SCP-4671 needs to be subdued. If SCP-4671 is experiencing extreme distress, it is to listen to calm music. SCP-4671 is currently scheduled on Mondays to attend psychotherapy with Dr. Pierre and undergo exposure therapy. Possible prescriptions for SCP-4671 are pending approval. Description: SCP-4671 is a sapient humanoid entity with the appearance of a generic clown that stands 1.6 meters tall. It wears a baggy silk suit with red pompoms over an orange stripe, a collar ruff, large red shoes that compensate for its elongated feet, and large white gloves. It has a bulbous-shaped head, and natural red hair. Its skin is completely white, and it has blue lips, along with a round rubber red nose. On its chest is a yellow flower, which is real and has shown to be rooted into SCP-4671's chest cavity. It has sharp teeth and a forked tongue. SCP-4671 identifies itself as "Clarky the Clown" or "Clarky C. Clark Jr." though it generally prefers to identify as the former. It is capable of performing various anomalous actions which are listed below: Inflating itself by blowing on its thumb. Jumping up to 3 meters high. Producing animate 'balloon animals' which cease animation when deflated.1 Detach and reattach limbs. Pulling strings of colored cloth from its ears or mouth. Manifesting coins on a person without direct contact to pull out as a trick. Fitting into small spaces by folding itself. Squirting water from the flower on its chest. Manifesting a corn dog or cotton candy out of a puff of colored smoke. Despite having sharp teeth, SCP-4671 is not carnivorous and consumes mainly candy. SCP-4671 has stated to be able to consume meat, but refuses out of morality and "feeling sick." SCP-4671 is docile and often eager to perform despite the fact it has an intense fear of human beings. Encountering a human causes SCP-4671 to experience a panic attack and hyperventilate, leading to an attempt to hide. Music has shown to calm SCP-4671 from an encounter, and wearing clown make up allows communication with it due to SCP-4671 believing an individual to be a clown such as itself. SCP-4671 was discovered on 05/17/2016 hiding inside a dumpster observing a birthday party by two sanitary workers. Mobile Task Force Epsilon-7 ("Village Idiots") recovered SCP-4671 and transported it to Site-42. Addendum 01: The following transcripts are of interviews with SCP-4671. + Open Transcript 4671-A - Close Interviewed: SCP-4671 Interviewer: Dr. Margaret Pierre Foreword: Dr. Pierre is wearing clown make-up for the duration of the interview to communicate with SCP-4671. Same applies to all interviews. <Begin Log> Dr. Pierre: Good morning. How have you been, Clarky? SCP-4671: [SCP-4671 is flipping a coin] Very fine! Thank you for asking! Dr. Pierre: You're welcome. I'll be asking you some questions. [Papers shifting] So tell me more about yourself. How did you came to be? SCP-4671: Hmm. I was born, I guess, and here I am. Clowning about. [Stops flipping coin which disappears from its hand and honks nose] Dr. Pierre: What about any early memories? SCP-4671: Well, I recall confetti. Lots of confetti when I was born. Dr. Pierre: Are your parents clowns? SCP-4671: Of course, silly. Dr. Pierre: Very well…So next question. Are there others like you besides your parents? SCP-4671: Yep. Plenty. Although, I wouldn't say like me exactly, but yeah. Also, you guys count, right? You just don't have a nose like mine that honks…or do you? [SCP-4671 tries to reach out to Dr. Pierre at an attempt to honk her nose, but is unable to reach. Dr. Pierre tries to hold back laughter.] Dr. Pierre: Uh, no. It does not, Clarky. SCP-4671: [Slouches back in chair] Oh, sorry. Dr. Pierre: It's alright. Is there anything interesting you can tell me about the others? SCP-4671: Well, some talked in Clown Sign. It goes a bit like this. [SCP-4671 makes numerous gestures and honks its nose several times.] Yeah, I'm a bit rusty and know only a little bit. I never used it much for there weren't many of those that did. We became able to talk instead, which I think is much better. Dr. Pierre: Interesting. Anyway, you mentioned that you were unlike the others. Can you please explain? SCP-4671: [Begins fiddling with a balloon it got from its pocket] Well, uh, they are not exactly…clowny clown clowns. They're not very nice like me. Dr. Pierre: How so? SCP-4671: They used these a lot. [Opens mouth and points at teeth.] Dr. Pierre: I see. Next- [SCP-4671 sneezes, which causes its nose to honk, into the balloon it was fiddling with in its hands. Bits of confetti are visible on the balloon.] SCP-4671: Eew, I ruined a perfectly fine balloon. Dr. Pierre: Uh, bless you. SCP-4671: Thank you! [Tosses balloon in a trash bin present in the room.] Dr. Pierre: As I saying, let's move on to the next question. Have you heard of the Circus of the Disquieting? SCP-4671: What's that? Also, what does 'disquieting' mean? Dr. Pierre: Well, 'disquieting' means to induce anxiety or worry. Also, it is a circus where they have lots of bizarre acts. SCP-4671: Sounds kinda scary. Dr. Pierre: Yeah… Just to be sure, the name Herman Fuller doesn't ring any bells? SCP-4671: I don't have any bells, but if I did they wouldn't be ringing. Dr. Pierre: [Represses a laugh] Alright then. I guess we are done for today. See you soon, Clarky. SCP-4671: See ya! <End Log> + Open Transcript 4671-B - Close Interviewed: SCP-4671 Interviewer: Dr. Margaret Pierre <Begin Log> [SCP-4671 is doing push ups without touching the floor with his hands while honking his nose at the same time.] Dr. Pierre: Um, Clarky? [SCP-4671 gets up and sits down on chair.] SCP-4671: Oh hey! How you doing? Dr. Pierre: Fine, thank you. You? SCP-4671: Great! I got this chocolate bar. [Pulls out a Hershey brand chocolate bar.] Want a piece? Dr. Pierre: That's nice of you, but no thanks. SCP-4671: Alright. [SCP-4671 breaks a piece of the chocolate and eats it while putting the rest back in its pocket.] Dr. Pierre: So I like to ask some questions again. Lets start more about your family. Do you have any siblings? SCP-4671: [Briefly silent and still] Yeah… Dr. Pierre: How many? SCP-4671: Just one, my brother. Dr. Pierre: You don't sound so enthusiastic as usual. Did you get along with him? SCP-4671: [Looks down and twiddles with thumbs] No. We didn't. Dr. Pierre: I never got along with my siblings either when I was a kid. What were they like? SCP-4671: [Silent] Dr. Pierre: Was he violent? SCP -4671: Very. Dr. Pierre: Can you tell me an example, please? Just know you can talk to me about anything. SCP-4671: Well, he would always try to beat me. Sometimes he would want to eat me! He… he never thought I m-mean anything. Dr. Pierre: I'm so sorry to hear that. You know what? I'll have you get a strawberry milk shake later to cheer you up? How's that? SCP-4671: I'd like that. Thank you. Dr. Pierre: You're welcome. One more thing, do you know where is your brother now? SCP-4671: I haven't seen him for a long time. I have no clue where he could be, but despite everything I hope he's fine. Dr. Pierre: Hm. Unfortunately, our time is up. Thank you and I'll see you again soon hopefully. SCP-4671: Bye bye. <End Log> Closing Statement: SCP-4671 received its milkshake two hours later as requested by Dr. Pierre. + Open Transcript 4671-C - Close Interviewed: SCP-4671 Interviewer: Dr. Margaret Pierre <Begin Log> Dr. Pierre: Hello, Clarky. [SCP-4671 is weaving a sweater with cotton candy it manifested.] SCP-4671 Oh hi! Good to see you again! I'm making a sweater to pass the time. Dr. Pierre: Comfy. SCP-4671: That's what I thought! Anyway, what's up? I already know it's the ceiling, but besides that. [Puts sweater away in pocket] Dr. Pierre: [Sighs] I'm going to be asking you a question that you may have difficulty answering today. I want you to know you are safe to talk about it, and have nothing to fear. Now… Why are you afraid of humans? SCP-4671: [Laughs nervously] Uh, well… [Slightly tugs at collar while sweat is visibly dripping on its forward.] I… well… [Pulls out a purple cloth from its mouth to wipe sweat off its forehead] Is it hot in here or just me? Oh, sorry, it's just… Dr. Pierre: It's okay, Clarky. Please take a deep breath and take your time. [SCP-4671 takes a deep breath and resumes] SCP-4671: It involves the others and my parents kinda. They always told me that we had no place with humans. I didn't believe it. They didn't approve who I was so I ran away to prove them wrong. I found a group of humans one day. I walked up them and did my usual performance. They s-screamed and t-threw rocks at me. T-they beat me up with bats and I t-think one had a broom. Then they ran. Later, a group of humans with guns came and…and tried to k-kill me. [Begins to cry] I-I b-barely escaped t-through the sewers. It smelled awful! I just don't understand. I… wanted to make them l-laugh. Worst day of my life. Never knew how humans h-hate us. [Sobbing] Dr. Pierre: Well, some people can be cruel. Trust me there are people that love clowns, and we can help you. SCP-4671: [Blows nose on colored cloth] Really? Dr. Pierre: Yes, I promise. SCP-4671: Can… can I get a hug? [Dr. Pierre is given permission to hug SCP-4671 via ear piece with guards on stand-by] Dr. Pierre: Sure. [SCP-4671 hugs Dr. Pierre for seven seconds before release.] SCP-4671: Thank you, I needed that. I would have just made a smiling balloon, but I have no sharpie or balloons. [Sighs] I try to be happy when around others. I'm sorry for being a downer. Dr. Pierre: You're welcome and it's okay… Well, unfortunately our time is up. I'll see you again soon. SCP-4671: Wait, one more thing! [SCP-4671 pulls out a red balloon, which it inflates and tie with a piece of string. SCP-4671 then hands it to Dr. Pierre.] Dr. Pierre: Thank you, Clarky. Also, I thought you said you had no more balloons? SCP-4671: Now I don't have anymore balloons. That one was at the very bottom of my pockets. Anyway, goodbye. Dr. Pierre: Goodbye. <End Log> Addendum 02: On 07/16/16, an aggressive entity resembling SCP-4671 was successfully captured by Foundation agents. The entity was being pursued by Global Occult Coalition strike teams, and it was missing its left arm. Below is a transcript of an interview with the entity, which has been temporarily designated as E-4671. + Open Transcript 4671-AB - Close Interviewed: E-4671 Interviewer: Dr. Margaret Pierre Foreword: Wearing clown make-up has shown that the entity, unlike SCP-4671, is able to easily differentiate a human from members of its own kind. Therefore, the entity is spoken to via intercom, and within a chamber with an observation window. <Begin Log> [E-4671 is shambling around the chamber with four tendrils lined with sharp bone protruding from its back. It shows no concern for its missing arm, and it is constantly smiling.] Dr. Pierre: Hello? Can you hear me? E-4671: [Chuckles] Of course! Ha ha! [E-4671 stares blankly at the ceiling.] How do you humans plan on killing me now? Boring me to death in this box? At least with bullets, you guys gave me something to try to catch or bite in mid air. Maybe even juggle. Ha ha! [Honks nose] Dr. Pierre: We are not the same people that chased you in the first place. Now I have some- E-4671: Good good. I feel much better about things! [Laughs which echoes even within the observation booth.] Dr. Pierre: As I was, um, saying, I have questions. Where do you come from? Where are the others of your kind? E-4671: That doesn't matter, really. [Moves to the walls and starts touching it while pressing the side of its head on it.] They are likely having some nice pies or something. Ha ha! Whatever is left of them to enjoy some. [Moves to the center of the room as its tendrils flail around.] Dr. Pierre: Do you have a name? E-4671: Not really, but I tell little children it's Joey before dinner. Dr. Pierre: Does the name Clarky sound familiar? E-4671: [Looks directly at the observation window] Oh yeah, definitely. Is that fool still alive? Dr. Pierre: Yes, how do you know him? [E-4671 looks side to side while ignoring the question.] E-4671: Of course he is. Thought he be dead by now. How is the little fool? [E-4671 is visibly growing in height, and becoming more hunched over. Before Dr. Pierre could respond, E-4671 continues] Actually, I can go see him myself. I feel him near. [Laughs which echoes and becomes more high pitched. E-4671 begin to produce colored smoke from its orifices and moves to the observation window while humming.] Dr. Pierre: What are you- [Guards escort Dr. Pierre from the booth.] [The chamber is filled with smoke and E-4671 is banging on the window, which after a brief moment breaks.] <End Log> Closing Statement: Security teams pursued E-4671 to outside of SCP-4671's chamber. Due to concerns of SCP-4671's safety, security teams were ordered to neutralize E-4671. As it was being shot, E-4671 managed to pry the door to the chamber slightly enough to peer inside. As it did, it stated "Here's Joey! Come say hello, little brother!" before collapsing and being confirmed neutralized. The corpse was taken for analysis, and no casualties occurred. Note: Recently, personnel have reported that E-4671's nose is missing despite it being present during analysis. If you see it, please let me or Dr. Pierre know. - Dr. Sutherland Footnotes 1. SCP-4671 is incapable of performing this task, as it is unable to manifest a balloon required to perform it unless provided. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4671" by Baronjoe, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4671. 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-4672 | euclid | WARNING: THE FOLLOWING OBJECT IS UNDER CURRENT REVIEW RECENT DISCOVERIES AS TO THE NATURE OF THIS OBJECT HAVE INDICATED THE CONTAINMENT PROCEDURES BELOW MAY NOT BE FULLY ACCURATE. PLEASE REPORT TO THE PROJECT LEAD FOR FURTHER INFORMATION Item #: SCP-4672 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4672 is to be held within a specialized canine containment kennel, furnished as standard. A motion sensor camera is to be fitted in order to track SCP-4672 when its movement exceeds walking speed. Beneath the kennel, explosives are to be fitted with a payload sufficient to break SCP-4672's form into rubble. Twice a day, SCP-4672 is to be fed liver, and to have at least 1 hour of interaction with a dog trainer under Foundation employ. SCP-4672 is to be monitored during these times to ensure it remains docile and complacent. Any unexpected behavior believed to lead to an Ignition event should be countered by ceasing SCP-4672's movement by any means available. If SCP-4672 reaches speeds allowing a breach of containment, the explosives will automatically engage. Once a week, SCP-4672 is to be groomed to remove excess dust growth. Resulting dust is non-anomalous, and can be safely destroyed. Current containment procedures have kept the dust growth at manageable levels and ultimately resulted in a reduction of Object Class to Euclid. Dust production levels have maintained the same level ever since initial containment. In the event of dust productions levels changing, Object Class is to be reviewed. Description: SCP-4672 is a sentient meteorite in the shape of, and sharing the behavioral patterns of, a domestic dog. Analysis indicate SCP-4672 is formed from non-anomalous materials as appropriate for a low iron chondrite meteorite, but it is impossible to tell SCP-4672's age due to its regenerative properties. SCP-4672 is capable of generating these materials endlessly in the form of dust. At first, the dust will be used to repair SCP-4672, binding together to repair damaged portions. When not being used in this manner, SCP-4672's dust instead is used to form structures with similar properties to fur, given an overall shaggy appearance with a texture approximating that of dog fur. There is not known to be any limit of the dust SCP-4672 can produce. Reports preceding containment indicate that SCP-4672 is capable of regenerating after its main body is destroyed, which fragment holds SCP-4672's consciousness is unknown, nor is the manner in which new dust is generated. SCP-4672 does not require sustenance, however if left without food, it will attempt to seek this out on its own in order to fuel its growth. In addition, when SCP-4672 gathers enough mass, it is believed to be able to undergo an Ignition Event: SCP-4672 accelerating upwards until it reaches escape velocity. Past reports attest to the destructive capabilities of this event, as due to the nature of the Containment Procedures, no Ignition Event has occurred while under the Foundation's control. Due to the widespread destruction of an Ignition Event, no testing has been permitted on SCP-4672 or its abilities since initial containment, and all effort is to be focused on prevention of these events. (Addendum: Please refer to recent updates) History: Several reports of SCP-4672's existence date back to 249-206 BCE in China, though due to SCP-4672's nature, it is unknown if this was is its initial landing or not. Unknown date between 249-206 BCE: SCP-4672 is reported to have landed in the █████████ region, China. SCP-4672 is attributed to a number of events and generally seen as an ill-omen, but outside of the initial landing event, no further sightings are made. Given the extent of this delay, it is believed SCP-4672 underwent significant damage upon entry into the atmosphere, and was unable to complete regeneration for a significant time. 539: SCP-4672 is reported to have assaulted several men in order to obtain their livers. This is, thus far, the only known report of SCP-4672 attacking another being for sustenance. 882: SCP-4672 is not directly sighted, but events that seem to match an Ignition Event are reported to the north-west of ███████, China. No report is made of SCP-4672's landing location following this event. As per the first recorded sighting, significant damage is believed to have been undertaken by SCP-4672 1672: SCP-4672's last reported sighting in China. Two villagers in ████████ report seeing the object on a house, at which point it accelerated away. While the sighting of SCP-4672 was only reported by two villagers, the resulting shockwave and sight of SCP-4672 exiting Earth's atmosphere is located in several contemporary reports. 1912: The ████████ Fall event. SCP-4672 is reported to descend again to Earth, landing near the town of ████████, Arizona. It is believed SCP-4672 had produced a shell from excess material in order to reduce damage during re-entry, as the next sightings do not follow the same pattern as the Chinese sightings. Despite these attempts, it is believed SCP-4672 exploded during re-entry, based on contemporary reports and the number of impacts made. 1935: SCP-4672 is believed to have recovered in the preceding decade and had been sighted frequently in the northern regions of Texas. Following a sighting preceding a significant █████████, SCP-4672 was contained and transported to its current containment facility, managing to be stopped before performing an Ignition Event. The after-effects of SCP-4672's attempt to leave the Earth's atmosphere and resulting dust cloud were able to be attributed to other on-going events at the time. Addendum: Following a containment breach on 22 Dec 2024 23:25, caused by a failure in the locking mechanism, it has been confirmed that previous reports of SCP-4672's speed appear to be inaccurate. Further testing has in fact confirmed possesses movement capability within physical limits for its size and weight. This was never previously recorded as all research teams took previous descriptions truthfully, despite a lack of evidence that the historic or mythical events listed even related to SCP-4672 at all. Full review of procedures is scheduled in light of this information. |
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SCP-4674 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4674: Eternal Beauty Author: CrystalMonarch More by this author Exterior of Facility-4674 Item #: SCP-4674 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4674 should be kept isolated from all other Foundation assets and is currently held at the dedicated Facility-4674. The facility is to be heavily secured against intrusion and theft, and a security team is to be stationed on guard at all times. Any intruders should be assumed to have a complete knowledge of the facility and of all defensive precautions. SCP-4674’s containment cell consists of two adjoining rooms, one outfitted as a bedroom1 and the other as a large dining room2. Both rooms are decorated in a manner superficially resembling that of English nobility, circa the Regency era. At least once weekly, a member of D-class personnel should be introduced to the containment cell to undergo the Valentine Procedure. Valentine Procedure Valentine Procedure Subject: A member of D-class personnel between the ages of 18 and 35 with a physical resemblance to past successful candidates3. The subject should be briefed on the procedure and provided with a concealed earpiece for any essential communication. [1800] SCP-4674 is to be transferred from R-01 to a seated position at the table in R-02. [1805] The subject is to be introduced to the containment chamber and seated opposite. [1810] Two high quality meals accompanied by wine4 will be served by Foundation staff. [1810-1900] Subject will consume meal while engaging SCP-4674 in casual conversation, including multiple compliments related to its physical attractiveness and charm, while avoiding reference to specific physical details. At no point should the subject make any comments that could be construed as insulting. [1900] Foundation staff will dispose of SCP-4674’s meal and return the anomaly to the bed in R-01. If requested by SCP-4674 the subject will also lie on the bed and remain there for a minimum of 8 hours. No physical contact with SCP-4674 is necessary. Description: SCP-4674 is an anatomically correct scale model of a human heart 50cm in height. It is entirely composed of cut red diamonds of sizes varying from approximately 0.25 to 300 carats. They are held in position by unknown means and are highly resistant to separation and damage. Given the large size, rarity and high quality of the gemstones used, SCP-4674 would be extremely valuable even disregarding its anomalous effects. SCP-4674 is sapient and has an awareness of its surroundings, including audio and visual perception, both to a typical human level. It is entirely immobile but can emit audible speech through unknown means. Its vocalisations have no anomalous effects and any threats or demands can be safely ignored. SCP-4674 claims it was once a human duchess in Regency England who was willingly transformed into its current state. No evidence has been found to corroborate this story and SCP-4674 is an unreliable information source. SCP-4674 will often threaten to take actions outside of its capability and make demands, typically for expensive luxury items and more frequent application of the Valentine Procedure with higher quality subjects, or occasionally, with repeated subjects. SCP-4674 has the additional, likely involuntary, capacity to manifest a projection within the dreams of certain individuals. The projection appears to people between the ages of 18-35 who are attracted to women. All known subjects have a history of theft, often of art pieces or other objects whose value derives from their aesthetics.The projection takes the form of a woman who the dreamer finds physically attractive, and then attempts to persuade the dreamer to steal SCP-4674. The projection displays an anomalously complete and detailed knowledge of any and all security measures put in place. The projection has no power to compel and will initially tempt dreamers with the high value of the item and by describing in detail how good it would feel to possess. If this method fails alternatives will be tried including begging, threats of magical vengeance and promises of magical powers to be granted. SCP-4674 has shown no capacity to fulfil these threats or promises. These projections occur in response to SCP-4674’s emotional state, specifically when it feels that it is receiving insufficient attention or that its beauty is not being appreciated. Of note, SCP-4674’s other emotional needs, including general happiness, are irrelevant and as such, continued application of the Valentine Procedure is sufficient to prevent projection events. Subjects are rotated to prevent emotional attachment, which frequently leads to requests for greater time in their presence and increased displays of affection, denial of which can result in projection events. SCP-4674 was obtained along with several other anomalous art objects from the collection of █████ ███████ after it was raided by the Foundation. Attempts to trace its origin have thus far been futile, however evidence has been found suggesting that █████ ███████ was merely the latest in a long series of owners, each having stolen it from the previous. Addendum 1: Interview-36 Addendum 1: Interview-36 Interviewed: SCP-4674 Interviewer: Researcher Harold Lafferty Foreword: This interview was the final in a series conducted by Researcher Lafferty, after voluntarily being subject to the Valentine Procedure on multiple occasions. The goal of this interview was to question SCP-4674 about the origin of its anomalous traits. <Begin Log> extraneous discussion removed Researcher Lafferty: Yeah, so I guess everything worked out in the end. Working for a place like this isn't exactly something I planned but it's certainly been worthwhile. Especially since it's what lead me to you. SCP-4674: Oh, Harry, you are such a flirt. Researcher Lafferty: You know me my dear, I like to share my feelings open and honest. But you've just sat through practically my whole life story. I want to hear about you, I feel like I hardly know anything. SCP-4674: What? I've told you everything important I'm sure. Perhaps you'd like to hear about the time Princess Lieven and I- Researcher Lafferty: No my dear, I'm certain that's a truly fascinating story but I was thinking about something else. SCP-4674: Oh? Then ask away darling. Researcher Lafferty: Well uh, how do I put this delicately? You've managed to remain… exceptionally beautiful for rather longer than most. I wondered if you might be willing to tell me how? If you trust me that is… SCP-4674: Well, that’s rather a personal question to ask a lady but I suppose it is quite a tale so I’ll forgive your presumption just this once. In my youth I was the belle of every ball, I visited every lordly manor in the country. But as time passed I experienced the horrors of ageing, as all mortals must. I discovered just how cruel this world can be to an unmarried woman when her looks start to fade. I didn’t want things to end, I was desperate… and perhaps a little foolish. There was a man I knew of, someone who was known to help with impossible situations. There were dark rumours but I wanted to be beautiful so badly, to be loved again. I went to him. I explained the situation. And then this happened. Researcher Lafferty: A good thing too, he made your beauty last forever, didn't he? SCP-4674: I… Yes, yes I am beautiful. A beauty that will never fade, thank you for reminding me. I'll admit, sometimes I do wonder if I made the right decision. Researcher Lafferty: Who was he? The man you spoke to I mean. SCP-4674: Oh, that doesn't really matter now, he's long beyond both our reach. An artist you could call him perhaps, someone who knows what really matters in life. Why is it that you ask? Do I detect a hint of jealousy? SCP 4674 laughs Researcher Lafferty: Well it seems you’re not the only one to benefit from his gifts, we have two others we’ve been assisting that we believe were affected by the same individual. SCP-4674: Oh, well I know nothing of that, and I certainly shan't help you kidnap him or anything of the sort if that is your intention! He was… very kind to me. Researcher Lafferty: I’m sorry if I’m upsetting you with my questions, my dear, I just have one more if you would be so kind? Then we may retire for the evening and leave this unpleasantness behind us. SCP-4674: Oh, very well, but be quick about it Harry, or I’ll start to think you’re no better than those dreadful bores who tried to lock me away. Researcher Lafferty: Well, you see, the two others I spoke of both lived in rural areas of the American South, and we believe the person responsible is a trickster deity localised to that region. And we’ve found no records of a woman of your description going missing in Britain at that time. Landed gentry don’t just go missing with no records, you see? But we have found a woman from a small town in Kentucky who went missing in 1986, just before the first recorded appearance we have of you in your current state. No family, no close friends or romantic partners we could find, matches the physical description you gave us and seems to have had a particular fascination with Regency romance novels. Do you remember the name Georgia Fennel? no audio recorded for 24 seconds SCP-4674: I am beautiful. Beautiful and loved forever, just as he promised me. If you cannot see that, it is you who are the fool, not I. Footnotes 1. R-01 2. R-02 3. see Document 4674-17 for full list of desirable features. 4. See Document 4674-18 for a full list of acceptable meals and vintages. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4674" by CrystalMonarch, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4674. 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: mansion Name: Mansion Author: Virginia State Parks License: CC BY 2.0 Source Link: Flickr |
SCP-4675 | keter | Contributions A big thanks to DrAkimoto for their critique. Images Used in Article compound goat family "logo" was created by myself. All edits were made by myself. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4675 Level4 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: amida Risk Class: notice link to memo Special Containment Procedures: The remaining supply of the Delta-Nosek amnestic is to be placed in 160-liter barrels and kept in Site-31's storage facility. Currently, 2,582 barrels are in containment. See "Protocol 4675/Influx" for further information. ◆ ACCESS PROTOCOL 4675/INFLUX ◆ ◇ ACCESS PROTOCOL 4675/INFLUX ◇ PROTOCOL 4675/INFLUX Overview: Protocol 4675/Influx focuses on three primary objectives: Identifying locations of previous Delta-Nosek amnestic use. Identifying high-profile individuals whom were administered the Delta-Nosek amnestic. Reamnestitizing identified individuals and populations. Details: Following the discovery of SCP-4675’s anomalous properties, the Foundation cancelled the production of the Delta-Nosek amnestic and is currently recalling distributed instances. Despite this, an estimated 12% of the world population has been administered the amnestic. Protocol 4675/Influx involves the worldwide dispersion of Agents and MTF units in order to reamnestitize affected populations. While total reamnestitization is impossible, projections show an 81% decrease in affected individuals over the next decade. Due to human migration and travel, countries with an affected population of 30% or higher are to be given increased priority. Currently, these countries are: Argentina, Australia, Brazil, Canada, France, Germany, Greece, Kenya, Mexico, New Zealand, Nigeria, Russia, South Africa, Turkey, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, the United Kingdom, and the United States of America. Current calculations place the possibility of a BM-Class "Broken Masquerade" scenario at 51.4%. AO-4675-HPNJCGC, circa 1907. Description: SCP-4675 is an acid-based chemical compound found in the Delta-Nosek Class-C amnestic treatment, utilized by the Foundation from 11/05/1998 to 16/09/2019. In a liquid form, SCP-4675 has a pale-pink hue and a viscosity of 5.9cP at 37°C. Correct application of the Delta-Nosek amnestic involved injection into the vastus lateralis or rectus femoris muscle1 while the patient was recalling the undesired memory. The amnestic, with SCP-4675 in tow, would travel through the patient's bloodstream before reaching their brain2. Upon arrival, SCP-4675 would be absorbed by nerve cells in the hippocampus, prefrontal cortex, and cerebellum. Following secretion, SCP-4675's intended properties would activate, suppressing nearby synapses. Upon completion of this process, the patient's mind would be wiped of a specific memory. Extensive analysis and investigation of amnestic distribution records, MTF unit deployments3, and archives of several large-scale suppression efforts suggest that SCP-4675's anomalous property manifests approximately twenty years following initial administration. Upon reaching this time limit, all particles of SCP-4675 remaining in the patient's brain will instantaneously demanifest. This is followed by increased activity in suppressed synapses, resulting in the partial recovery of expunged memories. This process has been described as "an immediate, intense feeling of déjà vu" by affected subjects. Addendum 4675/1: Discovery Log The Alger family. (L-R) Larry Alger Jr., Larry Alger Sr., Tyson Alger, Rover. The first major use of the Delta-Nosek amnestic occurred in Blackwater, Arizona4 following the neutralization of AO-4675-HPNJCGC by the hands of the Alger family. AO-4675-HPNJCGC was an Oreamnos americanus (Rocky Mountain Goat) which sported black fur and enlarged features, measuring in at 4.26 meters in length and 4.87 meters in height. Its only visible anomalous properties were an accelerated immune system, which allowed for rapid healing of wounds, and negligible senescence5. On 10/29/1998, Larry Alger Sr. and his two sons, Tyson and Larry Alger Jr., ventured towards AO-4675-HPNJCGC's hunting grounds. The apparent mission of this trip was to locate and eliminate the entity (See Addendum 4675/2). The Alger family returned to Blackwater the next day with the cadaver of AO-4675-HPNJCGC. Over the following days, Foundation web crawlers identified a spike in activity centered around possible anomalous events in Blackwater. MTF Epsilon-6 (“Village Idiots”) was dispatched to the town and, after confiscating AO-4675-HPNJCGC, amnestitized the Alger family and other related individuals. Addendum 4675/2: Recovery Log Following the implementation of Protocol 4675/Influx, personnel were sent to reamnestitize the residents of Blackwater. Upon entering the Alger family home, only Larry Jr. was discovered. The house was searched and a notebook, which belonged to Larry Jr., was recovered. The transcript of this notebook is shown below. Helped Mrs. Helga organize some library books today. I found this old one about fables. Cyclopes, mummies, demons, that sort of thing. I asked her if we had any legendary creatures here. She said that we had the usual small-town legends, but she remembered her father telling her this fairy tale about a demon goat. Apparently the story goes that a farmer bought the goat from a shady dealer who was actually the devil and the goat kills all of his farm animals and eventually eats his children. The farmer eventually kills it by shooting it in the back of the head while it was grazing. Dark stuff. Holy shit, the goat’s real. Tyson and I were hunting quails and we saw it in a field. It was big and scary as hell. Looked right at our hiding spot, but I don’t think it saw us. Tyson was being a dumbass and tried to shoot at it. He missed and it ran away. I swear he would shoot himself in the face if he could even aim it right. I asked my dad later about the goat and he got pissed. Said it brought bad energy to the house. I asked him if he saw it before. He told me that he saw it once, while he was driving in the middle of the night back in 1957. It’s 1998 so that would make the goat 51 41 years old. Fuck, I can’t do math. Do goats live that long? I chained Rover up, she was yapping really loud. I fed her some treats, and she quieted down. Dad and I found Rover's body in the backyard. We're gonna kill that fucking goat. For a demon goat that eats children, that was surprisingly easy. Dad, Tyson, and I basically walked around for three hours until we saw it. Tyson wanted to shoot it but he was probably going to be a dumbass and miss like last time. I managed to get really close to it and put down two shots. It fell and Dad put his shotgun in its mouth and killed it. Tyson got mad, but he didn't do jack shit. We took it back to town. Dad showed it around, saying that we killed the devil. Some people got mad and called the police, but nothing really happened. Jesus, I never knew how important fables were to this town. "Local Family Kills Infamous "Demon Goat" Terrorizing Small Town" Hell yeah, now that's a headline. Note: The next entry is dated 13/05/2019, twenty-one years after the previous entry. Wow, I didn't know I still had this. How old was I when I wrote this? I had some kind of flashback while I was on the road the other day, remembered this was in my closet. I started reading through some of it and… did this all happen? This might be that creative writing assignment I had to do for Mrs. Schwartz' class. I loved that. Well, I already wrote in it, so I might as well give an update. My father died a few years ago. Heart attack in his sleep. I read some of the love poems I wrote for Hailey. We got together for a bit, but it didn't work out. We still keep in touch. Tyson's off in the big city co-owning an upstart fertilizer company, so he's doing well. As for me, I've just been here surviving. I looked up that article from the newspapers about us killing the goat. I couldn't find it online, but I looked in the library records (Mrs. Helga's still around, somehow) and I saw a copy. Apparently, the newspaper got retracted because of a grammatical error on the front page. I couldn't see one, but I've never been good at writing. It called us heroes in the first sentence. Heroes… damn, that must've been a real ego boost. Can't focus on the past too much, though. People have told me it's unhealthy. No, the paper wasn't retracted. I showed the paper to Mrs. Helga and Hailey and they remember, too. Someone took it down. Someone from the government. They came here and did… something, they did something and then they took it down. A disease! Yeah, they said that there was some newly-discovered disease related to sheep from the southwest. They inoculated us, but I don't No, that's not what happened. There wasn't any disease, that doesn't make sense. There was some reason, but I don't know what. One of them had a symbol on their uniform. Let me… Attached image. I showed that drawing to them. They remembered it. I don't know what it means but I remember so, so it has to be important. I think I'm getting too deep into this. I've started to imagine reporters that would crowd around me, asking me question after question. I would talk to myself, answering the questions. I don't think I'm crazy, I'm just… I just want to go back. Go back to when dad and I brought the goat back to the town and everyone started celebrating. They called me a hero. Me. A little old mechanic in a little old town with no chance for success was the hero. It's a dream. A pathetic, youthful dream that I'm still hoping will happen. I need to stop chasing it. I talked to Hailey and Mrs. Helga today. Told them to stop worrying about the newspaper. It was a mistake anyway, some newspaper cataloger made an error. Hailey got mad and said I was giving up and letting the government win. She said that she was going to find out what happened with or without me. She's probably sitting in her house, waiting for her buddies on her conspiracy forums to reply. Mrs. Helga went back to the library. She said that she might retire soon. Note: The next entry is dated 27/06/2019, twenty-five days after the previous entry. Saw a movie today. It's about this police officer and his wife who go to Europe for their honeymoon. The cop meets a billionaire who invites them onto his cruise ship for a party. The host's son commits suicide on the cruise and everyone thinks that the cop and his wife are the killers. The cop says that he's a detective and then questions all of the guests. By the end of the movie, it turns out that the cousin of the host killed his son for money. Pretty funny. Note: The next entry is dated 26/08/2019. Sick today. I have a cold. Note: The next entry is dated 18/09/2019. Since you are precious and honored in my sight, and because I love you, I will give people in exchange for you, nations in exchange for your life. - Isaiah 43:4 He who testifies to these things says, “Yes, I am coming soon.” Amen. Come, Lord Jesus. - Revelation 22:20 The father of a righteous child has great joy; a man who fathers a wise son rejoices in him. - Proverbs 23:24 Amen. Note: No date is visible on the next entry. I never killed the devil, did I? Following recovery of the notebook, Larry Alger Jr., Allison Helga, and Hailey Woodcock were reamnestitized. Efforts into locating and reamnestitizing Tyson Alger are ongoing. Footnotes 1. Both of which are present in the upper third-half of the outer thigh. 2. This process usually took ~5 minutes. 3. Focusing on MTF units Nu-7 ("Hammer Down"), Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings"), and Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots"). 4. A census-designated place located in Pinal County. Population of ~1,000 inhabitants. 5. Biological aging. |
SCP-4676 | keter | Area where the drowned body of Special Agent Valesco was found. Note that the water level is only a few centimeters high. Item #: SCP-4676 Special Containment Procedures: There is currently no means of preventing the occurrence of SCP-4676. Surviving victims and other civilians with knowledge of SCP-4676 are to be amnesticized. All Foundation personnel are to visit their respective on-site medical ward for the mandatory installation of thought-activated SOS beacons. Description: SCP-4676 is a phenomenon that causes the sudden inhibition of voluntary movement in human beings, effectively causing paralysis. Because the autonomic nervous system remains unaffected, affected individuals retain critical body functions such as breathing, swallowing, and digestion, and remain conscious unless life-threatening injury or illness is sustained. SCP-4676 only affects individuals who are alone at the time of onset, and preferentially targets those at least 55 meters from any other human being or human habitation1. SCP-4676 events have no known maximum duration, ending only upon nullification via physical contact with another human being or the death of the victim. Death usually occurs due to environmental factors, which include but are not limited to dehydration, animal attack, hypovolaemia (as a consequence of severe sunburn), hypothermia, drowning, choking, or infection. Edward was discovered within a crevice located below on the left side of the trail. Addendum 4676-01: The first recorded victim of SCP-4676 was Edward Harolds, a botanist exploring the Amazon rainforest. One morning, Edward left his team camp to collect more specimens. When he failed to return, his team decided to look for him, eventually enlisting help from the locals. They searched for two weeks before finding a paralyzed2 Edward within a crevice. Upon making physical contact from a team member, Edward regained consciousness, rose up and was highly agitated, repeatedly stating the phrases “Get them off! They’re in me!” before collapsing again. Edward was eventually airlifted to the nearest hospital and consequently recovered despite sustaining significant mental trauma. Edward was suffering from severe myiasis3 and tungiasis4 along with missing patches of skin due to skin ulceration due to predation efforts by E. burchellii (a species of army ant). All civilians involved were amnestized. Addendum 4676-02: Elisa Monte was the first recorded victim to be affected by SCP-4676 immediately after becoming isolated at least 55 meters away from any other human being. Elisa, without authorization, traveled to one of the uninhabited beach islands near Palawan, Philippines with the purpose of taking a week-long isolated vacation. The victim’s body was located near the shoreline, suggesting that the subject was watching the departure of her transport vehicle when SCP-4676 occurred. The transportation crew, who was scheduled to pick Elisa up after a week per their agreement, discovered her cadaver along with the untouched one-week supply of food, and other equipment for survival. Although the determination of the cause of death was made difficult due to third-degree sunburn, desiccation, and tissue damage (including complete enucleation of both eyeballs) caused by scavenging seabirds, it was ultimately determined that the subject died of dehydration three days after the onset of SCP-4676 rather than by the sustained injuries previously mentioned. All civilians involved were amnestized. Addendum 4676-03: Tristan Hunt is the first recorded victim to be affected by SCP-4676 within close proximity to human habitation. The deceased body of Tristan Hunt was discovered near the front door of his apartment following reports from his neighbors about a strong stench emanating from his apartment. Further investigation has revealed that Tristan Hunt had no living relatives within the city, was single, and lived alone. Interviews by agents revealed that Tristan's disappearance went unremarked by his boss and colleagues for some time, as they had assumed he was ill and had no alternative means of contacting him except via telephone. Autopsy reports, along with the nature of the clothing and personal effects found on the body, suggest that SCP-4676 occurred immediately after his arrival in the apartment and he consequently survived for six days before dying of dehydration. Effects of dehydration were delayed due to a combination of low body activity and temperate condition within the apartment. Addendum 4676-Update: Recent analysis of statistical data has revealed an upward trend of SCP-4676 incidents along with a marked increase in younger victims (17-25). Several hypotheses between the correlation of the two factors have been presented but otherwise remain inconclusive due to lack of substantial supporting evidence. A research study involving more than 140 universities worldwide has been launched to gather further information regarding SCP-4676. The universities will be divided into two groups with the first group containing universities that have satisfactory policies that promote positive student mental health while the second group of universities having policies that seldom or never promote positive mental health among students. Researchers who wish to apply for the project may submit their request directly to Dr. Paloma. Footnotes 1. On average, most affected individuals are found at this distance although there are cases where only isolation in the immediate vicinity is required to trigger the effect. 2. Edward possibly avoided dehydration via the ingestion of falling/flowing rainwater. 3. Parasitic infestation by Diptera larvae (maggots) that grow and feed on the body of a living animal. 4. Skin infestation caused by the chigoe flea (Tunga penetrans) burrowing into the skin. |
SCP-4677 | safe | close Info X SCP-4677 "Coke, Cow, and Capitalism" by: DrAkimoto • Stay Tuned for the up-and-coming Ragnarok Series • ~DrAkimoto's Author Page~ 3/4677 LEVEL 3/4677 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4677 Safe Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4677 is to remain within Containment Chamber-7 at Site-201. Access to this chamber is limited to authorized members of Project Fide. SCP-4677-1 is kept within Maximum-Security Document Locker-18. Access to SCP-4677-1 is restricted to personnel with Level 5/4677 Clearance and permission of the Site Director. A Foundation appointed member of The Coca-Cola Bottling Company's board of directors is to ensure the continued secrecy surrounding the Coca-Cola original formula. Foundation contacts within historic academia will reinforce the popular belief that the original formula contained trace amounts of cocaine until it was changed in 1929. SCP-4677-1 Description: SCP-4677 is the remains of an Aesir-Class1 amorphous entity. It features a large central mass, 72 tendrils, and 350 organic valves resembling enlarged bovine mammary glands. SCP-4677 has four digestive sacs measuring 4 meters in length, used for the consumption of living organisms. SCP-4677 is described in SCP-4677-1 as Auðumbla, a primordial cow deity in Norse mythology. Following its recovery, the entity calcified and became inert, showing no vital signs nor anomalous properties. SCP-4677-1 is a 100-page document detailing the Coca-Cola original formula and the four rituals required to produce it. It was created by John S. Pemberton, the original creator of Coca-Cola. Pemberton was a known member of the pseudo-occult fraternity named "The Order of Auðumbla" from 1846 until his death in 1888. SCP-4677-1 contains several pictures and diagrams along with writing in English, Sumatran, and Norse runes previously found in relation to the Church of Iðunn and other occult Norse religions. The first three of the rituals within SCP-4677-1 are used to manifest SCP-4677. Performing the fourth ritual described within SCP-4677-1 causes SCP-4677 to produce a brown viscous liquid from its organic valves, documented as SCP-4677-2. This substance is described in SCP-4677-1 as "Auðumbla's Milk" and was a key ingredient in the original Coca-Cola formula. Consumption of untreated SCP-4677-2 leads to an increase in dopamine levels followed by a chemical restructuring of the limbic system which causes an acute dependency on the substance. Modification to the nutritional intake of SCP-4677 can lead to the creation of various potencies of SCP-4677-2 (see Interview 4677/2). The Coca-Cola Company's Atlanta Production Plant. Discovery: An Investigation of over 26,000 missing person cases within the Atlanta metro area between the years of 1918-1928 was conducted by investigation team Silo-18. Rumors in and around the Atlanta area led the team to suspect the Coca-Cola Company of a cover-up. On 1924/6/18, the investigation team received information on the Coca-Cola Company's unusual activities surrounding their Atlanta Production Plant, warranting further action. Silo-18, disguised as federal health agents, were denied entry. In response, Site-201 dispatched MTF Gamma-14 ("Jeffrey's Stars") to handle the situation. Upon discovery of SCP-4677, on 1924/6/23, MTF-Gamma-14 and Site-201's Concealment Team took control of the Atlanta Production Plant. The following debriefing was conducted immediately after the acquisition of the factory. Interview 4677/1: Date: 1924/6/23 Interviewed: Captain Jack Porick Interviewer: Dr. Niles Kordon Foreword: Gamma-14/1 Captain Porick was debriefed after MTF Gamma-14's initial contact with SCP-4677. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Korden: If it's okay with you Captain, I'd like to begin. [A lighter can be heard, followed by exaggerated exhale coming from Captain Porick.] Porick: This can't wait till tomorrow? Dr. Korden: Unfortunately it cannot, we need to know what happened before the subject’s change occurred. Please start from the beginning. You can take your time. Porick: Yeah of course. We got called in after Silo-18 failed to gain entry. I mean, missing persons cases are never peachy, at least not if we're getting involved, but I wasn't expecting anything like this when we went in that factory. Dr. Jordan: Your team had no issue entering the facility? Porick: Well, as expected, we were greeted by Coke's private security. Only six men. We quickly subdued them before making our way inside. Dr. Korden: There were no more security personnel inside? Porick: If there were any more than that, they didn't bother making themselves known. Anyway, the first set of rooms were fairly normal: machines, boxes, and a bunch of barrels, the type of things you'd expect at a pop factory. One thing off about it was the machines all looked like they hadn't been used in ages, covered in dust. [Captain Porick can be heard coughing several times.] Porick: Once we got through there, the first thing we noticed was the smell. I'm tellin' you, I've been around a lot of death, but this was horrific. The smell hit us like a ton of bricks. Dr. Korden: The smell of death, you mean? Porick: Like a slaughterhouse sat in the sun. Rancid meat. 'Bout three meters from the door at the end of the hallway is when we heard the chanting. Sounded like it was coming from a radio— shit if I know the language either. Nothing I've ever heard. Dr. Korden: And what did you find within the room? [The lighter can be heard again followed by several short coughs.] Porick: So there was this, thing. It had to be 10 feet tall and 20 wide, a giant mess of tentacles, and what looked like udders all over the thing. Just a big nasty ball of flesh. The thing was strapped up like a cow for the slaughter, its tentacles tied and pulled taut— a shit ton of hoses hooked to it. It had these, I don't know, big skin sacks hanging off the sides, all four of them held open with metal hooks and chains. Dr. Korden: So the entity was contained when you arrived? Porick: You could say that. There were people there too. The workers didn't even notice us. They were— they were too busy with the piles… the piles of corpses. There were severed arms, legs, bisected torsos, heads, had to be 100, maybe 200 bodies. Dr. Korden: I'm sure that was unsettling. What were the workers doing with the bodies? Porick: Unsettling is an understatement. They were shoveling the body parts into the skin sacks, fuck, you could see the twisted limbs poking out from the inside. It looked like a plastic bag full of sticks, about to rip open. There were fucking kids, mopping and scrapping up the entrails into buckets, dumping it into the sacks. The chanting kept droning on, and on, and on— I couldn't take it. I shot the wall-mounted radio. Dr. Korden: I'm sure at this point the workers realized you were there. Porick: Oh yeah, started screaming and running around, had the boys grab who they could. We had backup on the way so I knew the rest wouldn't get far. After a minute or two, the thing in the center of the room let out a shriek, like nothing I've ever heard. The skin sacks ejected all the body parts all over the floor… and the blood, so much damn blood. It started, I don't know, changing, looked like it was turning to stone. Took about ten minutes before the whole thing was just a husk. Dr. Korden: So I assume it's dead. The chanting must have prevented that from occurring. Porick: Yeah, I know I shouldn't have shot the radio but seeing that thing strapped up like that… I sure as shit hope it's dead, Niles. Put it out of its misery. Dr. Korden: Thank you, Captain, I think this will be enough. I expect a full written report by the end of the week. [END LOG] Following the acquisition, a full-scale investigation into the Coca-Cola Company was initiated. Two days after the Atlanta Production Plant acquisition, the Foundation was contacted by Asa Candler, then owner of the Coca-Cola Company. An interview was scheduled for the following day between Mr. Candler and the Site-201 Director, Dr. T. Morlo. Asa Candler, circa 1928. Interview 4677/2: Date: 1924/6/26 Interviewed: Asa Candler Interviewer: Dr. T. Morlo Foreword: Mr. Candler arrived at the Atlanta Production Plant with one member of his personal security, who was disarmed but allowed to remain with him during the interview. [BEGIN LOG] Candler: It is kind of y'all to see me on such short notice. I reckon an organization such as yours is quite busy, as am I. Dr. Morlo: Yes well… given the situation, I think expediency is warranted, Mr. Candler. I'd like to know about th— Candler: I do not wish to mince words here Doctor. I am here of my own accord to come to an agreement with your organization. I will not discuss the trivialities of that abomination Pemberton created. Dr. Morlo: While I appreciate your candor, I'm afraid that's not possible. That abomination, as you called it, is exactly why we are having this meeting. Now, you said Pemberton; I'm assuming you're speaking of John Pemberton. Candler: Listen here. I was no friend of Pemberton, and I found his club even more pretentious and nonsensical than he was. They worshiped that monster like it was some sort of god— like its milk was some miracle elixir. But I'll tell you what, it was no god— It was a fortune waitin' to be made. Dr. Morlo: So you weren't present during its creation? Candler: Heavens no— I could only imagine what kind of ungodly sacrament was necessary for that abomination's birth. When I acquired the company, Pemberton's son Charles inducted me into their little club, in order to teach me how to care for their god. After learning what I needed, I had them all killed. No one needed to know about this creature. Dr. Morlo: Exactly what was necessary for maintaining the entity? Candler: Come now, Doctor— you can't expect me to relinquish trade secrets so easily? [Dr. Morlo begins to stand.] Dr. Morlo: And here I thought you weren't here to mince words. If you refuse to cooperate then I see no rea— [Mr. Candler slams his hands on the table] Candler: You sit down— nobody walks out on me. I'll tell you what you want to know. [Dr. Morlo sits down again.] Dr. Morlo: Now, what was necessary for maintaining the entity? Candler: Some silly incantation, along with a steady diet of four live humans a week— or so they thought. I immediately increased its diet to 16 people a week, mostly convicts. It was reluctant to consume so many people, but I needed to keep up with the demand. Dr. Morlo: When we arrived, your men were feeding it much more than 16 people— and they surely weren't alive. Candler: But of course, Doctor. We are, in fact, the most popular beverage in America. Dr. Morlo: I fail to see the correlation. Candler: [Exaggerated sigh.] I had no time to wait for the will of this monster. Simple supply and demand— and its supply was not meeting our demand. I did a test of my own to see if the… "departed"… would satisfy this creature's hunger. It did, in fact, did produce the same results— but the creature was not pleased. It fought back. Of course, some silly monster was no match for cold hard American steel— hence its bondage. Dr. Morlo: So where did you acquire the dietary requirements necessary for this endeavor? [Mr. Candler remains silent] Dr. Morlo: Where did you get the bodies, Mr. Candler? Mr. Candler: They are inconsequential. The trash of this fine city. Negroes, hobos, junkies, the homosexuals— all the undesirables. I gave them a new purpose, Doctor. A greater purpose than they would achieve if left to their own miserable existence. Dr. Morlo: A "purpose" making you even richer? Mr. Candler: Now you listen here— I did not come to be judged by the likes of you. I've answered your questions, Doctor. It is time we move on to the real reason I am here. Dr. Morlo: Yes— the "agreement" you wish to come to, Mr. Candler. Candler: Simply put: my company needs the milk to continue operations. I believe we can reach a mutually beneficial agreement; I need you to hand over my creature, and in return, I will offer you a permanent stake in my company. From what I know of your organization, I'm sure a substantial amount of resources are required; stocks in one of the fastest-growing companies in America could be useful. Dr. Morlo: Mr. Candler, even if we agreed to this, I'm afraid your creature is no more than a shriveled husk. Candler: Well, of course— you stopped playing the recording. All it needs is that incantation, and I assure you, it will be alive as ever. Dr. Morlo: I am not capable of agreeing to this on my own accord, nor do I think this wi— Candler: You did not let me finish, Doctor. If my demands are not met and no agreement is reached, I have prepared to leak information on your organization— to every paper on the east coast. I clearly know little of it, but I know enough. I think we both know that any public knowledge of your organization could be… detrimental, to say the least. Now before you go spoutin' off empty threats, know that this will occur with or without my presence. My death would only expedite things. Dr. Morlo: I will convey this to my superiors. You will, however, need to remain here while I do so. I'm afraid that is unavoidable. Candler: I am a busy man, Doctor. I do not advise keepin' me waitin' long. [END LOG] Considering the vast financial benefit of an agreement with the Coca-Cola Company, the Foundation developed a synthetic compound that replicates the desired effects of SCP-4677-2 using anomalous means. Consumption of this compound leads to an increase in favoritism and the overall enjoyment of Coca-Cola causing a subtle psychological dependency on the beverage. The Foundation will continue to mass-produce this substance in return for 20% ownership in the Coca-Cola Company and the indefinite containment of SCP-4677 and SCP-4677-1. PROJECT FIDE - INPUT CREDENTIALS LOGOUT ACCESS GRANTED - Maintenance Personnel-14 THIS FILE IS LEVEL 5/4677 CLASSIFIED Project Fide Bound through Fidelity R&D Protocol ACCESS DENIED SCP-4677-2 Additive Treatment ACCESS DENIED SCP-4677 Dietary Regimen ACCESS DENIED Additive-Personnel Effect Study ACCESS DENIED Maintenance Protocol On Sundays and Thursdays at 22:00, the Maintenance Team is to inspect, calibrate and activate the SCP-4677 restraint system. Full sanitation of Containment Chamber-7 is to be performed every Monday and Friday at 16:00. The decontamination team is to wear Class-2 biohazard suits; waste is to be disposed of through incineration. On Wednesdays and Saturdays at 08:00, the Intra-Foundation Water Distribution Network additive intake unit must be cleaned and recalibrated. During standby time, the Maintenance Team is to assist the R&D Team with non-confidential duties. Further questions should be directed to the appropriate Team Supervisor. Footnotes 1. An anomalous species of extra-universal entities, referred to by Norse mythology as the Aesir— one of the two main tribes of Norse deities. |
SCP-4678 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-4678 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4678 is to be kept in a secure locker at Armed Site-47 for use in Project XN-Saving Grace. Description: SCP-4678 is a blue-tinted disk of igneous rock, measuring 30cm in diameter and 2.5cm in depth containing trace amounts of saltpeter. The face of SCP-4678 is carved with a modified version of Astaroth's Seal. SCP-4678 can be used with a prepared ritual to allow time travel exclusively to the future to a determined pivotal or defining moment of an individual or item that is present (See Testing Log #01-C). SCP-4678 was discovered on July 12th, 2001 and recovered on August 5th, 2001 from an estate in Romania a week after it was purchased by Florin Tudor from Marshall, Carter & Dark. Tudor was found deceased in the estate by Foundation operatives sent to recover the object, the cause of death being identified as an intentional overdose. A small booklet was found on his body describing SCP-4678's effects and how to use it. Addendum: Revised Description (September 18th, 2004) SCP-4678 is a small shard of blue-tinted igneous rock measuring 11.1cm long. The stone is completely inert following Incident Epsilon-Inversion and has been reclassified as Neutralized. SCP-4678 Testing Log #01-C: August 12th, 2001 Subject: SCP-4678, D-82732-CZ Procedure: D-82732-CZ's execution warrant was signed on September 3rd, 2001 at 3:32 PM, with his execution scheduled for September 3rd, 2001 at 5 PM. D-82732-CZ was informed of this and then locked in the chamber with SCP-4678 and guided through the initialization ritual. Results: Upon completion of the ritual, the markings on SCP-4678 glowed white briefly, and it and D-82732-CZ vanished. Five minutes later at 3:57 PM, D-82732-CZ and SCP-4678 reappeared. D-82732-CZ bore three gunshot wounds in the abdomen however medical staff were able to stabilize him. SCP-4678 Head Researcher Doctor Charles ordered the planned execution to be continued and at 4:50 PM D-82732-CZ was brought into the execution chamber and strapped to a chair for a lethal injection execution. At 4:57 PM, D-82732-CZ appeared in a closet in the Wing and managed to knock a security guard unconscious and steal his pistol. At 4:59 PM, D-82732-CZ entered the execution chamber and shot two security personnel before being shot in the abdomen three times, and vanishing. Doctor Charles then called off the execution and declared the Experiment concluded. Analysis: The ritual described in SCP-4678-Info seems to be accurate. The object took D-82732-CZ forwards to a pivotal moment in his life- meeting himself. Further testing is required to determine the exact limitations of this object. I believe it has greater applications for the Foundation at large. -Doctor Charles. A request was filed with the Ethics Committee to investigate this incident. Vetoed by the Site Director and O5-7. + Project Proposal - Close Proposal Project Shepherds Proposal: Based on the results of our testing, I believe it is possible to utilize SCP-4678 as a security measure for the Foundation. Already during Testing Log #09-C, Agent Montaine was successful in preventing a containment failure at Site-11, without planning or being directed to. So I request the following: The formation of a new MTF unit consisting of six individuals pulled from other larger task forces. Permission to utilize SCP-4678's properties to prevent and/or study predicted events, approved on a case-by-case basis by the O5 Council directly. Access to a single Scranton Reality Anchor back unit for use in extreme Reality Warping Scenarios, as a safety precaution. + Project Shepherds Response - Close Correspondence Head Researcher Doctor Charles, There are mild concerns over the results of your recent Psych Evaluations. However, I see the applications of such an anomaly, and your efficient and extensive study of SCP-4678's capabilities are admirable. Project Shepherds is approved. You will be directed further soon. -O5-7 Project Shepherds Mission 001-P Transcript: November 3rd, 2001 + Clearance Level 3 - Close Transcript Mission Lead: Doctor Charles MTF Unit: MTF-Epsilon-59 "Time Cops" Begin Log: [MTF-Epsilon-59 and Doctor Charles enter SCP-4678's chamber. Commander Alice debriefs the unit while Charles begins the ritual.] [MTF-Mu-89 Enters with Field Agent Michael Chadwick. Agent Chadwick has a small amount of blood drawn before being taken outside the chamber.] Charles: Place your hands on the stone. Charles: Alright. Let's get a move on. [Doctor Charles drips a small amount of Agent Chadwick's blood onto the catalyst, and SCP-4678's markings begin to glow. Thirty seconds of static on the mounted cameras follow before they clear up. The unit is now standing in an open field. It appears to be late in the evening and visibility is low.] Charles: Alright let's get a move on people, Damien try the radio. EP-4: On it. [Static is heard through the communications equipment before a distorted message is heard. EP-4 tunes the equipment for several seconds before the transmission becomes understandable.] Transmission: …rgency broadcast from the Foundation and your national government. One or more of our sites is… …reach of unknown magnitude. All citizens are ordered to stay in their… …vation has cometh at last! Rejoice children of flesh fo…. …is not a test. Repeat: This is an-an automated emergency broadcast from the Foundation and your national government. One or more of our si… EP-4: I can get it back hold on. Charles: Don't bother. We need to get our bearings. Is the GPS equipment up? EP-1: Yes sir. There's some interference but it's getting us an approximation. Were a bit south of █████. Pretty close to Site-19 I think. Charles: That'll have to do. Every been to Site-19? [The unit begins jogging west.] EP-1: Used to be stationed there sir, got transferred after an ah, incident. Charles: Well. You can let us in then. [EP-3 screams stumbling backwards.] EP-4: What, what is it? [EP-3 crouches over a mass of flesh hidden in the brush as the rest of the MTF approaches. The mass slides to the side revealing Agent Chadwick within the flesh. EP-1's flashlight reveals the ground around the brush and down the hill is composed of a similar bloody flesh.] EP-1: Back! Back now fuck! [EP-3 hesitates before beginning to back away.] Chadwick: J-Jess? [EP-3 turns back. Chadwick's eyes are open and his left eye is missing.] EP-3: Michael? God oh god… Chadwick: You look so young Jess… [Agent Chadwick's eyes close again and EP-3 is dragged backwards by EP-1.] EP-1: EP-3- Jess dammit we have to move that shit spreads! Charles: You heard double-time people! [The unit moves away from the flesh. Twenty minutes pass before they reach an entrance to Site-19.] Charles: Hurry up and crack her open. Think your badge works still? EP-1: Should get us into the lobby at least. Far enough to find someone and figure out what the hell is going on. [EP-1's badge works and they enter a hallway. Down a flight of stairs they enter the Lobby. There is extensive fire damage throughout the interior.] EP-4: Oh damn. EP-6: The broadcast said some sites were dealing with breaches. Should'a guessed good old 19 would be one of em. Charles: Post up and keep watch. I'm going to try to get into the network. [Doctor Charles ran over to a computer.] Charles: It's still logged in- oh damn lot of emergency pings that's expected- [Thirty seconds of static on the mounted cameras follow before they clear once again. The unit is back in SCP-4678's chamber. Doctor Charles slams his fist down on the table.] Charles: Dammit! End of Mission Outcome: EP-3 is debriefed and questioned about her connections to Agent Chadwick. Aside from their conversation before the mission she has none. Project Shepherds Mission 005-P Transcript: December 20th, 2001 + Clearance Level 3 - Close Transcript Mission Lead: Doctor Charles MTF Unit: MTF-Epsilon-59 "Time Cops" Begin Log: [A large cardboard box filled with VHS tapes is brought into the chamber and is set on the table next to SCP-4678. MTF-Epsilon-59 files in. Doctor Charles continues with the ritual before dripping a small amount of his own blood onto the catalyst and SCP-4678's markings begin to glow. Thirty seconds of static on the mounted cameras follow before they clear up. The unit is now standing in an empty containment cell. The door appears to have been torn into from the outside.] Charles: Well that's reassuring- lets get a move on but be alert! [The unit begins to clear out the room. As this point the mounted cameras begin acting up due to the effects of a reality warping event in Site-11 however the members of the MTF fail to notice. EP-1's camera shows a long hallway consistent with those found in Site-19. EP-3 and EP-6's cameras show mirrored versions of a hallway consistent with those found in Site-11 with a three-way juncture to the left. The rest of Epsilon-59's cameras show unidentifiable hallways of roughly similar layout to EP-1's. Doctor Charles' camera shows a long dark hallway of unplaceable design covered in debris and dust.] Charles: Alright. We go this way. [Doctor Charles leads the unit thirty meters down the hallway before turning right into a hallway. On everyone else's cameras he walks into a wall. The unit panics briefly before he steps back out looking confused.] Charles: What? EP-2: You walked through a wall! EP-5: Straight through. Charles: Are you cracked? It's a hallway look at it. [EP-1 steps forwards and presses his hand against the wall. It is solid for him.] EP-3: That's pretty cool. Freaky but cool. [Doctor Charles watches EP-4 rams his shoulder into it the wall before stepping out and pointing to EP-6.] Charles: Turn the SRA on now. Then we head top-side. [EP-6 and EP-4 activate the SRA and all cameras go black for five seconds. When the cameras return they all show a consistent location a dimly lit hallway consistent with those of Site-11. Six meters down the hall, several Foundation personnel lay in a pile against the wall. On inspection they are found dead but lack any apparent physical injuries.] Charles: Forget it we knew we would be seeing some weird shit doing this. Top-side now. [The unit moves to a nearby stairwell and makes their way to the ground floor of Site-11. More bodies and broken doors are found but no blood or injuries are seen. As they approach the open entryway the ground shakes and the cameras once again go black. Thirty-three seconds of black footage is recorded before the cameras return. The unit is running out the entryway looking around rapidly. In the sky the sun darkens as a mass of black expands across it. Thaumic symbols are seen flaring up within the black mass before being quickly snuffed out followed by several flashes of light.] EP-1: Oh hell. [A creaking sound is heard behind the unit. EP-4 turns towards the sound as EP-6 is pulled back into the facility followed immediately by an explosion that throws the unit backwards away from the entryway. Camera inconsistencies resume as EP-6's SRA is presumably the source of the explosion. Doctor Charles' camera shows the inside of a living room as he stands. A broken window shows the street outside. Behind him there is a scream.] [EP-2's camera shows an office of undetermined size. Thousands of cubicles stretch out in every direction. EP-2 begins sprinting in a straight line before stumbling.] EP-2: Trapped. Need to escape Need to breath. Gotta get out. Gotta- [EP-1's camera shows a long hallway consistent with those found in Site-19 covered in blood and bodies. A roar is heard and EP-1 charges down the hallway towards it. When he rounds the corner a large creature is tearing through a checkpoint blast door. Several dead security personnel line the hallway and screams and gunfire is heard on the other side. EP-1 falls to his knees.] EP-1: No… no no dammit! No! [EP-3's camera shows an endless expanse of moving flesh. Suddenly dozens of men without faces appear grabbing for her as she yells out.] [Doctor Charles runs through a kitchen towards the scream before all cameras go to static for thirty seconds. When the cameras return the unit is spread out within SCP-4678's chamber.] End of Mission Outcome: The symbols appearing in the darkness were identified by the head of the Department of Thaumaturgy and further study into their meanings and the implications of the missions findings are on-going. EP-6 has been declared KIA. Incident Epsilon-Inversion + Clearance Level 4/4678 - Close Transcript WARNING: THE FOLLOWING FILE IS CLASSIFIED. ANY ATTEMPTS TO ACCESS THE EPSILON-INVERSION INCIDENT REPORT WITHOUT PROPER CLEARANCE WILL BE DOCUMENTED AND REPORTED TO SITE SECURITY IMMEDIATELY. Project Shepherds Mission 023-P Transcript: January 27th, 2002 Mission Lead: Doctor Charles MTF Unit: MTF-Epsilon-59 "Time Cops" Begin Log: [Doctor Charles begins the initialization ritual as SCP-073 is brought into the chamber. MTF-Epsilon-59 is instructed to remain just outside the chamber until Doctor Charles requests them.] SCP-073: What is it I am required for here Doctor. SCP-073: I take it I will not approve by your silence. SCP-073: Very well then. If I am not to be informed I will leave. Charles: We are going to stop the Guardian. SCP-073 turns back to the Doctor. Epsilon-59 raises their weapons from the exterior chamber. SCP-073: I refuse to play a part in your deaths, Doctor. Charles: It won't be our deaths- I have a plan. [SCP-073 approaches Doctor Charles.] SCP-073: There is no plan, there is no solution for it. It will either happen or it won't. If it does we accept it. We can not stop it- Charles: We can. With this. [Doctor Charles gestures and EP-1 enters the room holding a carved stone knife with thick leather gloves. SCP-073 steps away holding up a hand.] SCP-073: Do not bring that thing anywhere near me. [SCP-073 turned back to Doctor Charles grabbing for his shoulder. EP-1 takes a single step forwards before EP-3 moves past him.] SCP-073: You are a fool if you think that abomination will do anyth- Charles: Are you afraid? Afraid to face the future and put it right? SCP-073: You do not understand. You can not understand. I must never go there. I must never- [SCP-073 turns to face the two MTF Agents, bumping into Doctor Charles. The knife in Doctor Charles' hand slips and his blood drips onto the catalyst. EP-3, EP-1, Doctor Charles and SCP-073 vanish from the chamber. Thirty seconds of static from EP-3's mounted camera follows before it clears up. The four are standing on an interstate later identified as I.90 near the outskirts of Chicago IL, USA. The sky is red and they are near the Gary/Chicago Airport.] [SCP-073 grabs Doctor Charles and punches him. EP-1 moved to pull him away but SCP-073 backhands him sending him several meters across the interstate.] SCP-073: I can't be here you bastard! You will doom everything! EP-3: Stop! We didn't intend to bring you, this- this must have been an accident. We have to leave now. Charles: No leaving now. We have to see this through until the stone is done with us. Unless you want more blood on your hands murderer? [SCP-073 lets Doctor Charles go and pushes him away.] SCP-073: You are not to refer to me as such. You are a deranged fool. I do not comply. Charles: Don't you want to know what will happen? If there is even a glimmer of hope we can stop all of this don't you want to know? Are you so cold as to not care where all of this ends? [SCP-073 glares at Doctor Charles before looking out over the airport and up at the red sky. Suddenly he looks down focusing on a flashing light on the runway. SCP-073 jumps over the railing and begins running for the airport.] Charles: Fuck- After him come on! We can't risk leaving him in this time we don't know what that might do! [The unit begins pursuit of SCP-073. They catch up to him four minutes later standing at the edge of the runway next to a hangar.] EP-3: Whats the… big idea… You run off like that who knows what will happen. Charles: Quiet look. [EP-3 turns. Out on the runway flashes of light are visible. An explosion sends EP-3 and Doctor Charles off their feet. When they stand visibility has improved. In the distance, SCP-073 stands over SCP-███ with a large chunk of concrete. With a yell SCP-073 brings the concrete down on SCP-███'s head five times. The SCP-073 with the unit falls to his knees.] SCP-073: No! I won't. I won't. I won't kill him not again! Never again I won't! [EP-3's camera goes black for twelve seconds. When it returns a beam of light is splitting the sky and the Guardian is standing over the other SCP-073 who jumps for the Guardian. The Guardian grabs the other SCP-073 who is dissolved in a flash of light. SCP-073 grabs Doctor Charles and shoves him against the wall of the hangar.] SCP-073: You have done this miserable man! You bring about this fate to us! It is sealed now forever in my memory and I will never forget and so it will be! You doom the Earth you understand!? [Doctor Charles punches SCP-073. EP-3 tries to pull SCP-073 off of the Doctor. EP-1 is on the ground. Heavy distortion breaks up the next twenty minutes of recovered footage.] Charles: …-ad to! We can stop this you asshole we can-… …vitability is bullshit! With the stone I can save anyone- every.. …-ould have saved her! Grace! God I could ha-… [More distortion.] [EP-3 lunges at a distorted figure with the stone knife before being thrown to the side and the static returns.] EP-3: Doctor you can't it-… …rging we don't know what that thing even is! SCP-073: I do. We can not face them. They are beyond stren-… [The footage clears up again two minutes later showing grass very closely then the sky in rapid succession. EP-3 is believed to be rolling down a steep hill. When she hits the ground a glowing wing is seen briefly above her before the footage distorts again.] EP-3: …-ave no regrets none! None you hea-… [More distortion.] SCP-073: …-ot have her. I won't let you. [EP-3 sits up. Above her the Guardian floats holding the stone knife. The Guardian drops the knife before [Redacted]. Distortion increases and when it fades SCP-073 is seen clinging to the Guardian's back the stone knife in hand.] SCP-073: Do not. Call me by that name! [The Guardian's wings extend and the distortion returns more intensely. Flashes of light are visible through the corruption.] EP-3: ..-on't hurt him! [EP-3 screams and the camera goes black for 7 seconds before returning to distortion.] [An explosion is heard as the distortion lessens. EP-3 is being carried by SCP-073. SCP-073 has a large cut across it's chest.] [Thirty minutes after EP-1, EP-3, SCP-073, and Doctor Charles vanished from SCP-4484's chamber, EP-3 and SCP-073 reappeared. SCP-073 was bruised and badly cut across the chest. It's wounds healed within minutes. EP-3 was sent to the medical ward in critical condition.] End of Mission Outcome: MTF-Epsilon-59 is hereby disbanded on the order of the O5 Council. Project Shepherd is to be shelved indefinitely. SCP-4678 was nearly fully destroyed in the incident and is now inert. It is to be reclassified from Thaumial to Neutralized. EP-3 is to be reassigned to Site-11 security. SCP-073 refuses to comment on what occurred and further questioning has been deemed ill advised for now. + Doctor Charles Psych Evaluation: Clearance Level 3 - Close Report Doctor Andrew Charles Psych Evaluation: August 20th, 2001 Interviewer: Doctor Mia Subject: Doctor Andrew Charles Date: August 20th, 2001 Begin Interview Mia: Hello Charles. You've had a good day? Charles: A good day is a busy day so today must be very good. Yourself? Mia: I have. Busy as well. Mia: You know why we are having this discussion I take it. Charles: That obvious huh? Mia: You seem to be coping. Seem to be. Charles: I've lost plenty of people before. We all have that's just the job. Can't let it get in the way of my work though too much is counting on it. Mia: I think. That you need some time off. Your work is important but it can wait. Charles: Heh. The men upstairs telling you that? Mia: No. I'm telling you that. You need to take some time. Process what's happened. Charles: That's the last thing I need to be doing trust me. Mia: You cant keep yourself busy forever and even if you could it will bubble over eventually. Better to get it done with now than- Charles: Than what? To make a mistake? Slip up? I won't do either and I won't slow down. Mia: You'll have to eventually. You need to sooner rather than later. Charles: You don't understand what I'm working on here it's big. I'm not going to delay no more delays. [A long pause. The sound of shuffling paper is heard.] Mia: There's nothing you could have done. [Silence.] Mia: I can't begin to guess what your thinking right now speak to me. Charles: I can't slow down my work not now. If-. If we had been. Just a little faster. Mia: You couldn't have saved her. The time it took to test and understand- Charles: I could have and I would have! I am- was capable of it. Look at all the progress I've made already. I could have. Mia: Please. For your sake and your work's. Take some time off. Charles: I'll… consider it. My proposal will probably take a week to go through as it stands. Charles: So. How about you? Anything new with you? [Extraneous dialog removed.] Notes: If Doctor Charles continues to refuse to take some time off, I'm requesting that he be put on a paid leave of absence for at least two weeks. He's trying to bury it, but he needs time to mourn. Object Use Request: August 5th, 2004 O5 Council, I am writing to you on behalf of Researcher Coles in regards to the XN-Saving Grace Project. Our research is nearing completing, and projections indicate a mathematical feasibility to the devices purpose. However while investigating for similar anomalies to study for the project Coles was made aware of SCP-4678 and is requesting 4/4678 Clearance to fully read the report and access diagnostics. I am forwarding this request directly. The mistakes of the past must be learned from, so that we do not repeat them again in the present. -Site-47 Director Einsen Director Einsen, Your request has been approved. I had even considered bringing Researcher Coles into the know prior, but it must have slipped my mind. SCP-4678, along with all relevant documents and information will be moved to Armed Site-47 for Project XN-Saving Grace- What a cruelly ironic name that. -O5-7 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4678" by Kaether, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4678. 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-4680 | euclid | SCP-4680 Item #: SCP-4680 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4680 is to be kept in a humanoid containment cell at Site-59. As per the 5/20/18 ruling of the Ethics Committee, SCP-4680 is to be provided with no more than five bottles of inexpensive red wine per day, upon request. Due to SCP-4680's hostile nature, resilience to standard-issue sedatives and tranquilizers, as well as its anomalous regenerative capabilities, this has proven to be the most effective method of pacification, sedation, and maintenance of its mental health during containment. Description: SCP-4680, known as Grigori Rasputin prior to containment, is a biologically immortal male humanoid entity. The subject does not age, and displays a rapid form of regenerative healing to wounds sustained. This ability is limited in that it cannot re-grow amputated extremities, which appears to be a source of severe aggression and sadness for the subject. SCP-4680 displays extreme hostility and resistance to containment, along with advanced stages of alcoholism. The physical effects of the latter condition appear to be negated by its regenerative capabilities. SCP-4680 gained notoriety for its involvement in Imperial Russian politics prior to the formation of the Soviet Union, and was reportedly assassinated on the 30th of December, 1916. According to SCP-4680, its regenerative capabilities allowed for the subject to fake its death, then escape to a small farm near the town of Krasnoyarsk. The subject resurfaced in 2016, following a string of attempted burglaries of the Museum of Russian Erotica in St. Petersburg. Following its arrest, SCP-4680 was transferred into Foundation custody from Russian authorities upon the discovery of its anomalous effect. Upon containment, a disorganized series of notes was found among SCP-4680's belongings. Though largely illegible, undated, and filled with a system of shorthand that appears to be of the subject's own design, the following passages have shed light onto SCP-4680's anomalous qualities. Excerpt 1 Excerpt 2 Excerpt 3 Excerpt 4 Excerpt 5 Excerpt 6 Excerpt 7 Excerpt 8 Troubling news to report. Today, I talked with the one member of the Synod who actually knows what he's doing. It would appear that all the women I've bedded have finally placed me forever away from the eyes of God. I am beyond repentance, and will face all the eternal torments of Hell upon my death. To despair about this would do nothing; I must look at this problem from a pragmatic approach. Now that God has turned His back on me, I must take my salvation into my own hands. But how? Perhaps inspiration will come to me over my 5:00 with Nastya. Took lodgings in Minsk. Saw a circus freak show on the way to meet Svetlana and her two cousins. "The Indestructible Man" was among them. Shot, poisoned, impaled from ear to ear with a hot iron, burned - never once stopped screaming to fall down and die. This should not be possible. Snuck into the circus at night. Spoke with the Indestructible Man. He has a name - Pyotr. Very intelligent - I thought he was another inbred vagrant subjected to humanity's instinct to point and laugh, but this was a learned student of a French university. His indestructibility was his own doing. He knows the technique. I freed him, on the condition that he would share this technique with me. This could be the breakthrough I need! The odd thing about immortality - nobody tells you about all the migraines. Better than eternal damnation, I suppose. Yusupov and his friends invited me to their house to fail at killing me. Still, they put a lot of effort into it, so I played along. I don't like to disappoint a host without necessity. Woke up in the river two days later. Think I'll take a train east and change my name, lay low for a while. Have I fucked anyone in Krasnoyarsk yet? Some insane Marxist book club killed my Tsarina and that mustachioed twit she lived with. My heart is broken, my body is tired, and I've emptied my last bottle of Madeira. Now that suicide is no longer possible, perhaps I'd better sleep for a while, until the world can offer unfamiliar wonders that may satisfy me yet. IN AN UNIMAGINABLE ACT OF CRUELTY, I HAVE BEEN ROBBED OF WHAT IS MOST PRECIOUS TO ME IN MY SLEEP. TO RECLAIM IT IS NOW THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS. Lord, I repent every year I have spent cheating my death. I am old beyond what I deserve. Please give your fallen mystic strength, one last time, to reclaim that which is greater than myself. UNFORGIVABLE NICHOLAS, YOU WHORE I HOPE LENIN SKINS YOU ALIVE IN HELL MY PENIS IS IN A MUSEUM |
SCP-4681 | euclid | Mr. and Mrs. Latozzi, March 31, 1976. Item #: SCP-4681 Secure Containment Procedures: Each iteration of SCP-4681-1 is to be confined in a Class A hospitable living unit with a television set and suitable reading material. The containment unit is to be monitored by both Type-α and Type-β personnel. Suppression of records pertaining to incident 4681-▽ is to be maintained, with audits performed by operatives embedded in Connecticut police departments. Location-4681-A was purchased in 1981 by Logistics & Acquisitions. Type-α personnel are not allowed to enter any area designated Type-β and vice versa. Description: SCP-4681 is the collective designation of people, places, and anomalous effects surrounding a Temporal Divergence event which occurred at a house in Farmington, CT (designated Location-4681-A) in 1976. SCP-4681-1-α is a living human being named Charlotte Roseanne Latozzi (née Ellison), born June 10, 1958 in Manhattan, New York. She is the widow of Joseph Latozzi, who died April 2, 1976. SCP-4681-1-β is a living human being named Joseph Alfredo Latozzi, born January 21, 1956 in Manhattan, New York. He is the widower of Charlotte Latozzi, who died April 2, 1976. During Incident 4681-▽, a Class-IO Temporal Divergence event occurred at Location-4681-A. While most class-IO events are retroactively repaired at the end of the event (usually in a matter of seconds) this event became self-sustaining and has remained active ever since. (See Incident-4681-▽.) This resulted in the creation of two localized timelines: SCP-4681-α and SCP-4681-β. Both timelines exist simultaneously. When any person first interacts with SCP-4681, their consciousness "locks" into a single timeline irreversibly, designating them Type-α and Type-β. Type-α people are unable to see, interact, or otherwise perceive the actions of SCP-4681-β and vice versa. When Type-α people attempt to interact with SCP-4681-β (or vice versa), minor destabilization events can occur. Often these manifest as rapid deterioration of physical surroundings, perceived changes/distortion in physical space, and episodes of [REDACTED] in the personnel attempting the interaction. Incident 4681-▽ Incident 4681-▽ The location of Incident 4681-▽, as of December 1989. Note anomalous deterioration of the assailant's point of entry. On April 2, 1976, Charlotte and Joseph Latozzi were staying in a home owned by Mr. Latozzi's paternal grandfather Elmer Latozzi (deceased 1981). At about 2:30 am EST, they were awakened by a noise in the downstairs front room caused by Alfred Brass, a home intruder, who had not expected the house to be occupied. At this point, the Class-IO Temporal divergence occurred, followed by the subsequent events. Events of SCP-4681-α After a brief conversation with each other, Mr. Latozzi retrieved a .22 caliber Colt Diamondback revolver registered to Elmer Latozzi from the nightstand and headed downstairs to investigate. Upon encountering the intruder on the main staircase of the house, a physical altercation ensued. Three shots were fired: the first two struck Brass in the torso; the third bullet struck Mr. Latozzi in the left lung and struck the TH3 vertebrae. Mr. Latozzi was knocked over the banister and fell onto the lower-level, landing on his head and neck. Death of both the intruder and Mr. Latozzi is presumed to have occurred within minutes if not instantly. After the gunshots were heard, Mrs. Latozzi entered the second floor landing, picking up a silver dish from a hallway table. Upon her discovery of the resulting scene downstairs, she fled to the kitchen and at 2:36 dialed 911. Emergency services arrived at 2:51am and pronounced Mr. Latozzi dead. At about 3:15am, responding emergency services began arguing about material facts of the scene. According to the official report, during the argument a side table upturned itself in front of several witnesses; the location was evacuated. The officer's radio transmission to dispatch was picked up by Foundation agents monitoring the frequency, and field operatives were dispatched. Events of SCP-4681-β After a brief conversation with each other, Mr. and Mrs. Latozzi attempted to get back to sleep. Approximately 10 minutes later, Brass entered the darkened master bedroom on the 2nd floor. His entrance startled Mrs. Latozzi, who reached for a .22 caliber Colt Diamondback revolver registered to Elmer Latozzi which was resting on the nightstand; Brass noticed her movement and grabbed it first, firing two shots in her direction. One shot missed, hitting the far wall; the other entered through the back of her mouth and exited three inches below her left ear. Mr. Latozzi, now awake, attacked the intruder and wrestled the gun from him before firing a single shot into Brass' face, killing him instantly. Mr. Latozzi attempted to provide first aid to his wife, picking her up and carrying her down the stairs to the phone. He attempted to dial 911 but the call would not connect. Mrs. Latozzi died of blood loss before emergency services arrived at 2:51am. At about 3:15am, responding emergency services began arguing about material facts of the scene. According to Mr. Latozzi, none of the responding officers would acknowledge his presence, and only one paramedic on the scene even examined the deceased Mrs. Latozzi. When the paramedic and the officers began to argue, Mr. Latozzi became frustrated and violent, upturning a side table in anger. Emergency services left almost immediately, leaving Mr. Latozzi and the crime scene. Foundation agents arrived shortly thereafter. SCP-4681-1 status, January 1985 SCP-4681-1 status, January 1985 SCP-4681-1-α maintains an optimistic disposition at present. She has been authorized to access books and news articles via microfiche. Her interests include pencil drawing and astronomy. Due to high levels of compliance she has been moved to a living arrangement with a secured balcony and telescope and has been authorized to receive occasional off-hours tutoring from Dr. Linda Haynes, a Type-α Foundation Astronomer. SCP-4681-1-α has occasional insomnia and depressive episodes lasting several days. She has a regular appointment with a Type-α Foundation psychologist for counseling. SCP-4681-1-β is currently held in isolation at Site-██. He suffers from acute distress unless sedated. SCP-4681-1-β reports nightmares of awakening in the dark, buried alive. He often awakens late at night with repeated, shouted apologies. A Type-β Foundation psychologist has diagnosed SCP-4681-1-β with severe Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, Depersonalization-Derealization Disorder, and Borderline Personality Disorder. Prognosis for recovery is unlikely. Update: November 1991 Update, November 1991 Foundation agents were notified of an investigation at St. Joseph's Cemetery in Plainville, CT. The family of one Alfred Brass, the home invader who was killed during Incident 4681-▽, sought authorization from Plainville to disinter the body from their family plot. Upon approval, it was determined that the grave had been disturbed previously, and local law enforcement were dispatched. Foundation agents interviewing local law enforcement determined that approximately half of them saw no evidence of disturbance; the other half concluded from interior damage to the roof of the coffin that the occupant ████████████████████████. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4681" by Sam Swicegood (CityToast), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4681. 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: Latozzi_wedding Name: Vintage Wedding Author: George Hodan License: Public Domain Source Link: Public Domain Pictures 171875 Filename: olld-house.jpg Name: Old House Author: David Wagner License: Public Domain Source Link: Old House Public Domain Pictures 15663 |
SCP-4682 | safe | Item #: SCP-4682 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4682 is contained in a secure storage locker in Site-19. SCP-4682 is to remain wrapped in opaque material. Viewing SCP-4682 is strictly prohibited. Individuals subjected to the effects of SCP-4682 are advised to avoid reflective surfaces, and are restricted from appearing or being depicted in visual media or observed through means other than the naked eye for their own mental health. Affected individuals should also undergo monthly or weekly therapy sessions with a member of Schuyler & Crane Psychiatry, as determined by Foundation psychologists. Description: SCP-4682 is a common silver glass mirror made of non-anomalous materials. The anomalous properties take effect when an individual observes their own reflection in SCP-4682. When they see themselves in SCP-4682, they will perceive minor physical deformities or imperfections in their appearance. These imperfections are present in video footage and photographs1 of affected individuals but are not visible to the naked eye. Common instances of recorded imperfections in D-class test subjects include: Incorrect facial proportions, such as eyes being too close together or too far apart; Incorrect body proportions, such as grossly incorrect height and weight; Acne, eczema, first-degree burns, and other skin conditions of varying extremity; Rotting or yellowing teeth, or cavities; Facial features generally seen as conventionally unattractive, such as unibrows or patchy beards, and; Bodily features generally seen as conventionally unattractive, such as gangly limbs or excessive body hair. This effect is cumulative: whenever an affected person sees themselves in a reflective surface (such as another mirror, a blank computer screen, or a polished surface) they will perceive another imperfection each additional time they view their own reflection. The phenomenon does not appear to "spread" from surface to surface, but those viewing the reflection of an affected individual will still perceive the flaws. Discovery: SCP-4682 was discovered in an apartment complex in Broken Bow, Oklahoma when local police were called to the scene to investigate a resident was reported missing by his boyfriend. They discovered the corpse of [REDACTED] next to a tumbler containing trace amounts of what was later determined to be a mixture of Robitussin and Jack Daniel's brand whiskey. An undercover member of MTF Iota-10 ("Damn Feds") noticed that, with one exception, all reflective surfaces were either smashed or painted over, and advised Foundation personnel to investigate. MTF Eta-10 ("See No Evil") was sent in to assess the situation. They discovered SCP-4682 in the tenet's bedroom laying intact on the carpet, at which point it was recovered and put into containment. A suicide note was also discovered at the apartment: Rob, I'm sorry. Please don't hate me. I'm doing this because I love you. I love you as much as I hate myself. I can't stand the sight of my own reflection. I backed into my neighbor's car the other day because I couldn't meet my own eyes in the rear-view mirror. I'm becoming stupid as well as ugly. I can't look at myself for one more second. I smashed the bathroom mirror, but I could still see myself in the pieces on the floor. I threw them away, and caught my ugly face in the reflection of the dishwasher. Stomped on my phone when I saw myself in the glass protector. I even took a hammer to the hand mirror you bought me. I hit it over and over until it was nothing but shards and splinters, but I couldn't stop seeing myself in every little sliver of glass. I thought about putting a nail in my eyes so I wouldn't have to look at myself, but that would just make things worse. My ugly face is everywhere, on everything, and there's only one way to avoid it for good. I never understood what you saw in my worthless ass, but I think your feelings blinded you to how hideous I really am. You're in love with me, so you see me through rose-colored glasses. You love your ugly boyfriend in spite of his crooked teeth and his chewed-up nails. It's very noble of you, really, but you can do better. You deserve better, and now you don't have me holding you back anymore. I'm going to mix myself something to drink. This life didn't work out so well for me. Maybe the next one will be better. With love, [REDACTED] Footnotes 1. Results with artistic depictions are inconclusive. Imperfections will be present if the subject is being depicted in a realistic manner, but caricatures and abstract works are rarely affected. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4682" by TechSorcerer2747, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4682. 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-4683 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4683 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4683-1 instances found within Nx-18 are to be contained and incinerated in the field with extreme prejudice, with a fifty-meter area around them being quarantined for at least ten days to observe further anomalous properties. Individuals who have consumed an SCP-4683-1 instance are to be detained for a period of up to ten days to contain any potential anomalies that rise. For the duration of October 2019, all Anomalous Nexus Zones are to be monitored for the presence of SCP-4683-1 activity from within Site-87's Department of Nexus Research. Foundation resources and agents are to be dispatched as necessary to contain any and all anomalies that arise as a result of the presence of SCP-4683-1. Description: SCP-4683 are apples originating in Chapman Orchards in Sloth's Pit, Wisconsin (designated Foundation Nexus Zone Nx-18). Largely identical to non-anomalous apples in terms of needs for growth and cultivation, SCP-4683 instances have a shelf-life of several years, are incapable of being bruised, and are highly resistant to diseases commonly affecting apple trees. SCP-4683-1 refers to instances of SCP-4683 that are of a cultivar that genetically resembles Golden Delicious apples. However, SCP-4683-1 instances have a skin that resembles semi-liquid gold, which is reported to have a caramel flavoring. Furthermore, markings in Greek reading "ΤΗΙ ΚΑΛΛΙΣΤΗ", or "For the most beautiful", can be found on the skin of SCP-4683-1 instances. Unripe or under-ripe SCP-4683-1 instances will instead read "ΠΟΛΥ ΝΩΡΙΣ", or "Too Early". The area around SCP-4683-1 instance is prone to large amounts of conflict, coincidence, and probabilistic anomalies. Within Nx-18, this results in high amounts of Narrative Turbulence, leading to unpredictable scenarios occurring.1 Outside of Nx-18, the effect is less pronounced, most likely due to the anomalous effects being neutered due to being outside of the native Nexus zone, but can still cause large amounts of probabilistic anomalies to occur. When consumed, the effects of an SCP-4683-1 instance are greatly increased, resulting in the organism that consumed it becoming an instance of SCP-4683-A. SCP-4683-A instances generate a Micro-Nexus2 around their being, resulting in localized anomalous phenomena. Within a Nexus Zone such as Nx-18, this effect is virulent and the area is amplified. A single SCP-4683-A instance can lead to an exponential increase of the local Anomaly Occurrence Value, resulting in an overall degradation of local reality. So people understand just how Serious this is: The AOV for Sloth's Pit is roughly 5.3 anomalous events per day. The Apple Crisp Crisis shot it up to over 50. For an entire day, we were the most anomalous municipality on the planet. 'Terrifying' is an understatement.— Nina Weiss, Director, Site-87 Incident Log: November 22nd, 2018: First known manifestation of SCP-4683-1's anomalous properties. Several incidents occurred throughout Nx-18, in an event which has been dubbed "The Apple Crisp Crisis". At 4:30 that day, an individual known to be a member of The Union3 presented itself to Site-87 for containment. Designated SCP-4683-A, it claimed that it had "been commissioned to create something" that it now "sorely regretted". An interview with SCP-4683-A is documented below: Show Interview Close Document Agent Allison Carol: So. Do you have an actual name? SCP-4683-A: Haven't had one for a while. Just 'The Orchardist' will do. Carol: Right, well. Orchardist. Things went pretty tits-up because of the apples. Seems that gastronomy accidentally used some in the dessert and now half the town's gone insane. We've got temporal anomalies on Main Street, the Catholic School is missing, we've got a 'recreational morgue' in the hospital, and poor Trevor Bailey can't stop ranting about how Mountain Dew Apple is… hold on. Carol pulls up notes on her tablet. Carol: "It's derived from the hate and bile of the darkest recesses of the internet." I'm fairly sure that he needs to stay in this universe for a good, long while. SCP-4683-A: Someone… commissioned me to grow a special batch, from really old seeds. I don't know how they got them, they were supposed to have been destroyed. But… they said that you were doing too good of a job. Carol: What do you mean? SCP-4683-A: You managed to crack down big time after the Pit Sloth got taken care of. There was barely anything odd happening, and I think that… well, the powers-that-be got bored. SCP-4683-A produces an apple from his sleeve and takes a bite. This sleeve did not contain an apple upon their containment. SCP-4683-A: Want one? It's pretty good. Carol: I'll pass. SCP-4683-A: Anyway, uh. I'm not even meant to have this job anymore, but the new guy's really reluctant to take over, despite all the signs he's getting. He'll be here in a few months, maybe he'll be more keen to take up the mantle. SCP-4683-A produces a glass filled with apple juice. Carol: Now I'm curious. Do you just tend to apple orchards, or…? SCP-4683-A: I mean, the old cherry orchard got trampled by that giant radioactive George Washington a few 4th of July's ago. I managed to save a few trees, but yeah, mainly apples now. SCP-4683-A sips at their juice. SCP-4683-A: There's a job for everyone in the Union, you know. It's been a while since we've had a Narrator. Carol: Again: I'll pass. Not against unions, but I'm not about to defect to an anomalous organization just because a guy who can make a glass of apple cider appear before him is asking me to. SCP-4683-A frowns at their glass of cider. SCP-4683-A: Was worth a shot, but the offer's open. Carol: I'll keep that in mind. Carol starts to exit the interview room, before pausing to address SCP-4683-A. Carol: Is that cider or juice you're drinking? SCP-4683-A: I thought it was juice. But I don't know anymore. December 3rd, 2018: Several sliced SCP-4683-1 instances were served as part of the school lunch at Caroline St. Middle School. Mass consumption is believed to be partially responsible for the onset of a large snowstorm which stranded over three-hundred students and faculty within the school, necessitating rescue using Foundation resources. January 21st, 2019: Researcher Christopher Hastings accidentally consumed an SCP-4683-1 instance which appeared in their lunch in place of the non-anomalous apple they had packed that morning. In their shock, Hastings began choking on the bite of apple, which was subsequently dislodged by a Heimlich maneuver delivered by Agent Ruby Williams. This action is believed to directly correlate with Williams and Hastings signing a Relationship Declaration Form in April of 2019. February 14th, 2019: Several marriages were carried out within Sloth's Pit as a result of an SCP-4683-1 instance being thrown down the main street, resulting in [DATA EXPUNGED]. The majority of marriages which occurred during this period were rendered null, either upon request of the betrothed parties, or due to outside factors, such as the other party's inability to consent to such an agreement. I married the woodpecker in jest.— Dr. Peter Abalone February 28th, 2019: At a performance of a play at Novel Street Elementary School depicting the life of Isaac Newton, an SCP-4683-1 instance was used in place of the intended prop plush apple, resulting in an injury. While attempting to comfort Jackie Ruben, the student playing Newton, Mrs. Lindsay MacGillicudy tripped on the SCP-4683-1 instance, starting a chain reaction that resulted in all individuals within the building finding themselves on the floor, and unable to leave this position. A measurement of the area during this event showed a marked increase in gravitational force, which persisted for over three hours. March 12th, 2019: Civs in Sloths Pit could just say words with one sound, no more. The same is true when we write re: the fruit. The fruit had turned to rot. March 26, 2019: An SCP-4683-1 instance was thrown at Glenn Foster4 by an unknown assailant, hitting them in the head. This event resulted in an attempt to ban the ownership and consumption of apples, which in turn led to the formation of a miniature black market surrounding apples, apple products, and food with an apple flavoring. This behavior was linked to a concussion as a result from being struck by the SCP-4683-1 instance. April 1st, 2019: [DATA EXPUNGED] So. Many. Badgers.— Dr. Tristan Bailey April 22nd, 2019: Drinks served at a midnight screening at the Select 8 Theater tasted strongly of apple. This corresponds with all individuals who left the screening becoming unable to recall the events of the film they had watched when discussing it with individuals who had not seen it for over three weeks. July 4th, 2019: July 4th celebrations were able to proceed unhindered, with no evacuations necessary, and no deaths or collateral damage. This is highly atypical of Nx-18, where 4th of July celebrations have been banned for over fifteen years due to massive spikes in anomalous activity surrounding the holiday. Re-classification of SCP-4683-1 to Thaumiel was briefly considered. August 24th, 2019: The produce section of Starlow Grocery briefly turned into a temperate rainforest. This event was preceded by Lucius Bell, sole employee at this store, finding a shipment of SCP-4683-1 in the storage area and purchasing one for his own consumption. No action was taken, as Starlow is believed to be under the protection of the Union. September 23rd, 2019: At noon on the Fall Equinox, several Nexus locations around the globe begin reporting phenomena consistent with the presence of SCP-4683-1. The presence of SCP-4683-1 is confirmed within Harkness, Maryland and Yumegemu, Tokushima, Japan and Hy-Brasil. Following this, SCP-4683-A was confronted for interrogation. Show Interview Close Document Agent Carol: What the fuck did you do? SCP-4683-A: So, you found the shipments. Carol: Shipments? Plural?! SCP-4683-A: The… original commissioner, he said he wanted more done. He wanted… well, his exact words were "I want them kept on their toes". So, we kept about… an eighth of the crop in the town, and sent out the rest on a time-delayed shipment— Carol: To other Nexuses. How?! Sloth's Pit's brand of weird can't leave Sloth's Pit. SCP-4683-A: The apples are grown in Sloth's Pit soil, but they aren't from Sloth's Pit. The seeds came from elsewhere, so their product can leave. Carol: Who commissioned you to grow these things? How much is out there? SCP-4683-A: I… didn't get his name. He wasn't from here, I know that much. But he knew about this place, and he knew about you specifically, Narrator. Carol: Don't call me that. "Keep us on our toes", Christ. I need a physical goddamn description, Johnny Appleseed. SCP-4683-A: He seemed… anti-gone-ish?http://www.scp-wiki.net/the-man-who-wasnt-there-hub That's the best description I can give. Carol: That isn't a real word. SCP-4683-A: Point is. There's more of them out there. About 200 tonnes worth, all over the world, and out of it, in some cases. Carol: When are they going to arrive? SCP-4683-A: I'd say… start of October is when they're going to begin cropping up big time. I suggest you dig in. SCP-4683-A produces an apple and offers it to Carol. SCP-4683-A: It's going to be a Hell of a Halloween. October, 2019: Mass-scale events relating to SCP-4683-1 instances being occurring in Nexus zones across the world. For further details, see Document SCP-4683-BA3. Footnotes 1. For further information regarding the Law of Narrative Causality, consult SCP-001 I.H.P. 2. A space with a heightened Anomaly Occurrence Value whose total area is smaller than three-hundred square meters. To date, the only other example of a Micro-Nexus Phenomenon is Nx-92, "The Complex Apartment", located in New York City. 3. A Group of Interest that employs anomalously skilled workers. 4. The mayor of Nx-18 ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4683" by (user deleted), from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4683. Licensed under CC-BY-SA. For information on how to use this component, see the License Box component. 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SCP-4684 | thaumiel | Munich Headquarters of SCP-4684 Item #: SCP-4684 Object Classification: Thaumiel1 Special Containment Procedures: All facilities owned and operated by SCP-4684 are to be monitored by Foundation operated observation posts, established within the same city districts as the facility in question. The Foundation is not to directly interfere with these facilities, unless it is in accordance with the Munich agreement. Groupings of SCP-4684-A and SCP-4684-B personnel are to be internally listed as detachments of Special Task Force Omega-21 ("Arcane Enforcers"), and given the same access rights and freedoms as a standard MTF unit of similar composition. The Foundation Department of Thaumaturgy is to designate a certain number of staff to a facility owned and operated jointly by the Foundation and SCP-4684, for the purpose of developing new thaumaturgic workings and equipment for use by both organisations. Show archived containment procedures hide Special Containment Procedures: City blocks containing facilities owned and/or operated by SCP-4684 are to be bought by local relevant Foundation front companies, and used to observe the movements of SCP-4684-A / SCP-4684-B until such a time as the facility becomes abandoned by SCP-4684, after which point Foundation observation should be maintained for a further four months before holdings can be returned to the open market. While under observation, groups of SCP-4684-A / SCP-4684-B are to be tracked by aerial reconnaissance craft to their destination. At which point, Mobile Task Force Psi-4 ("Hunt the Hunters")2 is to be mobilised and deployed to the immediate area. If the grouping has not cleared the area, MTF Psi-4 is to avoid direct or indirect engagement until such time as the area is clear. At this time, MTF Psi-4 is to proceed into the destination of the grouping, and remove any indications of anomalous occurrences from the possession of civilians if applicable, and distribute Class-A amnestics as necessary. Collected materials are to be moved to Site-DE17 for analysis and long term storage for the purpose of identifying the primary motives and exact capabilities of SCP-4684. Currently, SCP-4684 is known to be present within a two hundred kilometer radius of Nuremberg, Germany, and as such containment efforts are focused on this area. Description: SCP-4684 is a paranatural law enforcement agency operating primarily within Germany, and nearby germanophone countries. SCP-4684 is closely related to GoI-███ (The Mages Academy), and is assumed to adopt the role of preventing the use of outlawed thaumaturgical practices within the group's membership, or in any areas that it considers to be a part of its holdings. Currently, there are 83 facilities in Germany and surrounding germanophone countries owned and operated by SCP-4684. SCP-4684 has, at time of writing, successfully prevented or contained upwards of ████ thaumaturgical workings that would have resulted in highly threatening anomalous entities, events or locations, and ██████ that would have resulted in the formation of moderate or low threat anomalies. Agents of SCP-4684, hereafter referred to as SCP-4684-A, are typically baseline humans, usually in possession of high grade thaumaturgic capabilities or artifacts. SCP-4684-A are typically uniformed in standardised blue suit jackets, with a black one piece bodysuit covering the rest of the body. A relatively small subset of agents employed by SCP-4684 (making up an approximate total of 10% of the observed workforce), hereafter referred to as SCP-4684-B, possess no thaumaturgic capabilities, and instead serve a clerical role, with modified uniforms to reflect this fact. It is currently unknown if this is to serve a psychological or para-legal role, or if it is to take advantage of esoteric thaumaturgic workings that rely on a religious basis in order to operate. Addendum 4684/A: Interview log Interviewed: Sister Widerstand, instance of SCP-4684-B captured whilst outside of an SCP-4684 facility and solitary. Referred to here as "PoI-4684-1" Interviewer: Dr. Fischer, logistics specialist at Site-DE17. Foreword: Capture of PoI-4684-1 and the subsequent interview were conducted prior to the Munich Agreement, and was therefore the basis for several points of contention during the negotiation phase. This interview was conducted in German, and has been translated. <Begin Log> Dr. Fischer: Good afternoon, miss Widerstand. PoI-4684-1: Sister Widerstand, if you'd be so kind. Dr. Fischer: Apologies, may we begin the interview? PoI-4684-1: An interesting name for an interrogation, but you may begin when ready. Dr. Fischer: I see. Let's begin with the name of your organisation. PoI-4684-1: I work for the Arcane Investigation Special Police Squad.3 Dr. Fischer: I shall make a note of that. What is your role within your organisation? PoI-4684-1: I am a part of the clergical staff, and serve a support role in the field. Typically, this consists of banishment of magical entities or directly enforcing my team's will through prayer. Dr. Fischer: That… Actually makes sense. If you don't mind me saying, you're being very forwards with us. PoI-4684-1: My "organisation," as you call it, has been greatly impeded by your interruptions in our work. Tell me doctor, how many mages do you think are in Germany? Dr. Fischer: A few hundred? No more than three hundred outside of your organisation. PoI-4684-1: Doctor, there are over eight thousand mages, the majority of which are of moderate moral standing at the best of times. Dr. Fischer: …Oh. PoI-4684-1: As you can see, the current situation requires amendment. I would suggest contacting our organisation through official means in order to assist in the prevention of paracriminal activity. I believe that would be in your interest as well? Dr. Fischer: It is unfortunately as you say. I'll have a word with my superiors. This interview is terminated at twelve minutes past eight. thank you for your time, Sister. <End Log> Closing Statement: PoI-4684-1 was amnesticated unsuccessfully, and allowed to resume working as part of SCP-4684. Addendum 4684/B: The Munich Agreement Foundation Department of External Affairs (DEA) Current Foundation operations associated with the Arcane Investigations Special Police Squad, herein referred to as SCP-4684, have been successfully linked to the increased presence of hostile thaumaturgical agents within germanophone regions. A discussion was held on 21/09/20██ between members of both the Foundation and SCP-4684 for the purpose of renegotiating containment procedures in order to counter this effect. This negotiation is solely between the SCP Foundation and SCP-4684, and does not extend to the parent group of interest "The Mage's Academy," which would not serve the Foundation's current modus operandi of containment of the paranormal. IN ATTENDANCE: Sister Widerstand (SCP-4684), present at personal request, reasoning previous interactions with the Foundation. Chief Fleischer (SCP-4684), highest ranking member of SCP-4684 organisation able to attend the discussion. Henning Becker (SCP-4684), external affairs liaison. Angela ██████ (German Government), impartial third party chosen to mediate the discussion. Briefed beforehand, and then subjected to class B amnestic compounds after the conclusion of their involvement in the discussion. Dr. Fischer (Foundation), present at official request, citing previous interactions with SCP-4684 Dr. Maringate (Foundation), project lead on the current SCP-4684 project. Matthew Markusson (Foundation), DEA liaison, former containment specialist for Thaumiel anomalies. The discussion, hosted within Foundation Containment and Research Site-DE17, resulted in a series of stipulations for both parties to adhere to, which have been collected in this document and filed under the name "The Munich Agreement 21/09/20██". STIPULATIONS: The SCP Foundation: Mobile Task Force Psi-4 is to be immediately disbanded, and its members redistributed throughout the Foundation workforce as appropriate. All sites controlled by the Foundation as a part of the SCP-4684 containment effort are to be immediately returned to either SCP-4684 or to the open market as appropriate. The Foundation is to provide expertise and resources where applicable in the field of thaumaturgic combat. The Foundation is to avoid impeding the operation of SCP-4684. The Foundation is forbidden to impede personnel working for SCP-4684, either directly or indirectly. SCP-4684: SCP-4684 is to resume the prevention of paracrime in the areas in which it operates. SCP-4684 is to submit a full list of its locations to the Foundation All personnel working for SCP-4684 are to be catalogued, the results of which are to be submitted to the Foundation. Operations carried out by SCP-4684 are to include a mandatory cover-up operation, failure to do so will result in increased Foundation control over these operations. SCP-4684 is to avoid impeding the operation of the Foundation. Both Parties: With the Foundation's assistance, SCP-4684 is to establish a thaumaturgic engineering department, for the primary purpose of developing tools and workings effective on extranormal thaumaturgic threats, primarily manifested entities from extrauniversal sources. The results given by this department would be shared between the Foundation and SCP-4684. Both organisations are to engage in a personnel exchange program, in which Foundation thaumaturgy specialists and SCP-4684 agents will gain appropriate skills from the opposite organisation. The secondary objective of this is to learn more about the other organisation's mode of operation. Since the implementation of the Munich Agreement, SCP-4684 has concluded ████ paracrime cases, ███ of which were directly assisted by the Foundation. Footnotes 1. (Uncontained) 2. MTF Psi-4 has since been disbanded as part of the Munich Agreement (see Addendum 4684/B) 3. The name was given in English, the reason for which has yet to be investigated. |
SCP-4685 | keter | SCP-4685: Every Man Must Pay His Due Author: ItsDenali and thanks to Laneous does not match any existing user name, Grigori Karpin and Kybard for their helpful insight and critique during the creation of this article! Image Credit: This image is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0, see comments section for details. ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4685 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: {$secondary-class} Disruption Class: vlam Risk Class: notice link to memo SCP-4685 during a manifestation event at Site-17. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation Webcrawler Bethpage-98 is to continually monitor web pages for images or discussion of SCP-4685 activity; such content is to be removed immediately and have its source investigated if necessary. If SCP-4685 should manifest at any Foundation Site, the affected Site is to immediately initiate the Bethpage Protocol (see below). Investigations into the root cause of SCP-4685 manifestations is ongoing, and all research inquiries are open for consideration. Allowance of the use of Reality Anchors to further the study of SCP-4685 and develop methods to contain or neutralize it is pending. (See Addendum 4685.B). ◆ ACCESS BETHPAGE PROTOCOL ◆ ◇ ACCESS BETHPAGE PROTOCOL ◇ BETHPAGE PROTOCOL Overview: The Bethpage Protocol is to be initiated at any Foundation Site at which SCP-4685 appears. The purpose of this Protocol is to gain a better understanding of how SCP-4685 functions and if there are methods to contain it. Details: If SCP-4685 should be confirmed to have appeared at a Foundation Site, all personnel at that Site are to proceed to a secure location with the exception of personnel assigned to anomalies that require constant management or surveillance. A Site-wide lockdown is to be maintained for the next thirteen minutes, after which full functionality is to be restored to all Site systems and a census of all personnel is to be performed with the goal of identifying SCP-4685-1 as quickly as possible. Once identified, SCP-4685-1’s body is to be analyzed immediately to determine as many details about the subject’s death as possible before collection by SCP-4685, after which all information gathered regarding the event is to be relayed to Dr. Caballero. Description: SCP-4685 is a weathered, unbranded mechanical crane that has an undetermined chance of spontaneously manifesting at or near a secure Foundation Site exactly thirteen minutes prior to the death of an individual (designated SCP-4685-1) present at that Site. Once SCP-4685-1 has died, SCP-4685 will extend its primary arm in the direction of SCP-4685-1's body to attempt retrieval; the arm has been observed to anomalously elongate and generate new matter to facilitate a longer reach. The primary arm is able to pass through every solid surface it encounters until eventually arriving at SCP-4685-1, which it will gently secure in its pincer. Once SCP-4685-1 has been secured, SCP-4685's primary arm will retract back to its main body; during this time, SCP-4685-1's body will similarly phase through solid objects. After the arm has been fully retracted, SCP-4685 will demanifest. No means of identifying an SCP-4685-1 instance prior to their death have been discovered, and no SCP-4685-1 instance has been recovered once taken by SCP-4685. Additionally, the only common factor across all SCP-4685-1 instances identified thus far has been that not a single instance died of intentional means by Foundation assets, only due to apparent accidents, attacks from anomalies, or health complications. Since 1989, SCP-4685 has manifested on 78 different occasions, exclusively appearing at or near a Foundation-owned property or Site, with every recorded SCP-4685-1 instance having been Foundation personnel, including conscripted persons such as D-Class or jointly-employed personnel. Outside of these manifestation events, SCP-4685 has never been sighted, and multiple attempts to directly intercept or study SCP-4685 have been made. (See Addendum 4685.A below.) Addendum 4685.A: The following is an abridged list of attempts to directly track, study, or intercept SCP-4685 during manifestations. Attempt Description Procedure Result Attach GPS tracking devices to one of SCP-4685's support beams with an industrial adhesive. The adhesive was attached to the subject's surface, and the devices were firmly secured. Upon demanifestation, the devices failed to demanifest with SCP-4685, and dropped to the ground. Damage or remove portions of SCP-4685. Personnel armed with high-grade blowtorches and laser cutters were instructed to approach SCP-4685 and remove a sample of one of its support beams. SCP-4685 resisted all damage to it, even with present tools running on the highest possible output settings. Toppling via collision with Foundation-owned construction equipment. Upon manifestation at a Foundation construction site, a worker operating a backhoe was startled and attempted to topple SCP-4685 by lifting one of its support beams. Upon making contact with SCP-4685, the backhoe ceased functionality entirely. Only upon the anomaly's demanifestation did it regain power. Removal of SCP-4685-1 from SCP-4685's pincer. Personnel attempted to grab the SCP-4685-1 instance while SCP-4685 was retracting its arm. On-site construction equipment was used as well. SCP-4685-1 phased through all personnel or construction equipment attempting to grab it in a manner similar to SCP-4685's arm. In the end the instance could not be retrieved. Relocation of SCP-4685-1 away from SCP-4685. Roughly thirteen minutes after SCP-4685 had manifested, SCP-4685-1’s body was identified and loaded into a motor vehicle which was then driven away from the site of the incident that caused SCP-4685 to appear. The arm continued to follow the vehicle as it went further away from the scene, getting increasingly closer to the instance before catching up with the vehicle and securing SCP-4685-1. At the time of SCP-4685-1 being secured, SCP-4685 had extended its arm over two kilometers from where it had initially manifested. Entry into or observation of SCP-4685's main operating chamber. A team was assembled at SCP-4685's location upon initial manifestation. Upon boarding SCP-4685, the team attempted to observe the interior of the subject's operating chamber. They then tried to force the corresponding door open, using lockpicks, bolt cutters, a controlled explosion, and a small quantity of thermite to melt the locking mechanism. The windows of the chamber appeared to be blacked out by something covering the inside, and visual contact could not be established. The door to the chamber resisted all attempts by personnel and could not be opened before SCP-4685 demanifested. Addendum 4685.B: During a manifestation event at Site-45, SCP-4685 extended its primary arm and reached over 1.5 kilometers underground to retrieve the generated SCP-4685-1 instance. In doing so, the primary arm passed through three chambers that contained multiple active Scranton Reality Anchors at the time. According to eye-witness accounts and available footage, upon coming within range of present Reality Anchors, the appearance of SCP-4685’s primary arm wavered and turned into what appeared to be a construction of flesh, fat, veins, bone fragments, and scraps of clothing condensed into the shape of a crane arm. SCP-4685 continued to move through the walls of the Site, and demanifested shortly after retracting its arm back to the surface with the body. The portions of the arm that appeared to be made of flesh reverted to their rusted metal appearance upon leaving the range of the Reality Anchors. Blood that dripped onto the ground from the arm during its fleshy state persisted even after SCP-4685's demanifestation and is currently being tested for DNA matches. The application of additional Reality Anchors in the future to further the study of SCP-4685 is pending. |
SCP-4686 | euclid | Possible image of SCP-4686-1 embracing an unknown requestor. The original image source remains unknown. Item #: SCP-4686 Special Containment Procedures: Foundation web crawlers are to monitor SCP-4686 and prevent civilian access to the website. Information regarding SCP-4686 outside the Foundation is to be immediately acquired and removed. Civilians who have accessed SCP-4686 are to be amnesticised. Description: SCP-4686 is a website under the domain name “www.hugs4everyone.i1l4y3”. The website, thematically colored in various alternating shades of blue and pink, has three input fields: one requesting the "User's Full Name", another requesting a "Type of Hug", and the other requesting the "User's Response", respectively, alongside a "Request Hug" button. After a person (the requestor) fills in the first two input fields accordingly, clicking the “Request Hug” button will cause an entity, referred to as SCP-4686-1, to emerge and grow from the monitor of the requestor’s device. SCP-4686-1 will then proceed to embrace the requestor based on the type of “hug” requested. SCP-4686-1 is capable of manipulating its anatomy and is consistently observed to be covered in fur, closely resembling that of a rabbit or a dog, specifically an Angora rabbit or a Samoyed dog. SCP-4686-1 will continue embracing the requestor for varying amounts of time. At the end of the activity, SCP-4686-1 will wave one of its limbs before reintegrating its mass into the initial computer display. The website will then enter a refractory period lasting from 24 to 145 hours where it will be unavailable to take in requests. Any attempt to apprehend SCP-4686-1 has failed, as it is capable of becoming incorporeal. The entity also affects any recording devices pointing at itself, distorting or corrupting any data that contains footage of itself within these devices. The operator and creator of SCP-4686 remain unknown. Addendum 4686: Foundation personnel have successfully accessed SCP-4686’s history of operations. Transcribed below is the recent months’ history in table form for ease of view. For the complete list, refer to SCP-4686 Requestor List. Date Name of Requestor Type of Hug Delivery User Response 3/6/19 Anthony Miles [DEFAULT] Success [BLANK] 13/6/19 Howard Smith A warm hug Success Yep, definitely warm. 14/6/19 Nahla Preston A hug that can cure diseases Failed Why? 15/6/19 Maisie Mcarthur [DEFAULT] Success It was really nice. Would recommend. 20/6/19 Finlay Benson [DEFAULT] Success Thanks. 25/6/19 Chris Maynard [DEFAULT] Success WTF 27/6/19 Nahla Preston A hug that can cure diseases Failed Please 29/6/19 Anthony Miles A warm hug Success Thank you. It was really cozy. 6/7/19 Jannat Wills [DEFAULT] Success Made me happy for the rest of the day :) 7/7/19 Nahla Preston A comforting hug Failed [Out of Range] [BLANK] 8/7/19 Nikki Sierra A sensual hug Denied booo, fake website. a waste of time 15/7/19 Aadam Black [DEFAULT] Success It was okay. 16/7/19 Anthony Miles A tighter hug Success I really needed that. Thanks. The Foundation's latest attempt at shutting down SCP-4686. The website remained accessible but SCP-4686-1 was not able to manifest. 19/7/19 Anthony Miles A warmer hug Failed [BLANK] 20/7/19 Jay Mejia [DEFAULT] Failed A waste of time. 21/7/19 Anthony Miles A very warm hug Failed Why? 23/7/19 Anthony Miles A very big hug Failed Hello? 23/7/19 Anthony Miles A long lasting hug Failed Am I banned. Did I do something wrong? 23/7/19 Anthony Miles Any hug Failed Please. 25/7/19 Devan Hartman [DEFAULT] Failed 1/10 28/7/19 Franco Brown [DEFAULT] Failed Figured it was a troll site. 30/7/19 Aurelia Summers A nice hug Failed [BLANK] SCP-4686 returned to its normal operations. 31/7/19 Hugs 4 Everyone The warmest hug for Anthony Miles Failed [BLANK] 1/8/19 Hugs 4 Everyone The warmest hug ever for Anthony Miles Failed [BLANK] 2/8/19 Hugs 4 Everyone The biggest hug for Anthony Miles Failed [BLANK] 3/8/19 Hugs 4 Everyone The most loving hug for Anthony Miles Failed [BLANK] 3/8/19 Hugs 4 Everyone The greatest hug for Anthony Miles Failed [BLANK] 3/8/19 Hugs 4 Everyone The nicest hug for Anthony Miles Failed [BLANK] 4/8/19 Hugs 4 Everyone The bestest hug for Anthony Miles Failed [Out of Range] [BLANK] 4/8/19 Hugs 4 Everyone The ultimate mega hug for Anthony Miles Failed [Out of Range] [BLANK] 4/8/19 Hugs 4 Everyone The super infinity giant hug for Anthony Miles Failed [Out of Range] [BLANK] 5/8/19 Hugs 4 Everyone A hug for Anthony Miles Failed [Out of Range] sorry Update 4/8/19: SCP-4686’s refractory period has been observed to be reduced by half. The reason for this remains unknown. Update 21/8/19: The refractory period has been reduced to 24 hours. The reason for this remains unknown. Update 2/9/19: The refractory period has been reduced to less than 24 hours. Multiple reports from witnesses have stated that SCP-4686-1, compared to its previous descriptions, has started to appear "thinner” than usual. The reason for this remains unknown. |
SCP-4687 | keter | NOTICE FROM THE DEPARTMENT OF PSYCHIATRY AND PARAPSYCHOLOGICAL ILLNESSES The following article contains audio which, at the time of recording, possessed cognitohazardous qualities. Media in this article has been cleared of anomalous effects - cognitohazardous frequencies have been removed. Please ensure you have been briefed in essential cognitohazard safety procedures before accessing this article. If you suspect any media in this article has retained its cognitohazardous effects, inform Level 4 management personnel immediately and report to the nearest on-site medical facility for amnesticisation. [ ACCESS FILE ] [ ACCESS GRANTED ] Item#: 4687 Level3 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: danger link to memo Artist's impression of SCP-4687. Hover to enlarge. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4687 specimens are known to occupy coastal regions of the North Atlantic Ocean, especially around the British Isles and Western Europe, ranging in density of population towards the South Atlantic. Regions where activity from SCP-4687 has been identified are to be monitored closely by regional Foundation operatives, and scientific expeditions into the Bathypelagic layer1 in these regions are to be heavily restricted. Sightings of SCP-4687 in unmonitored regions are subject to immediate investigation in order to gather data on population density. (Permanently withheld - see Incident Log 4687-A for more details.) Public deaths thought to be caused by SCP-4687 are to be explained as circumstantial drowning accidents. If knowledge about the anomalous nature of SCP-4687 is publicised, MTF Gamma-5 ("Red Herrings") are to be deployed to propagate a cover story - supposed scientific research is to be published regarding an esoteric psychological effect defined by suicidal ideation in open bodies of water (similar to suicidal impulse or the 'high place phenomenon'). Description: SCP-4687 is the collective designation for an anomalous species of deep-sea cephalopod, thought to belong to an unidentified species or group of species within the genus Architeuthidae2. While no very little direct footage of SCP-4687 exists, sub-aquatic research expeditions and sonar scans have produced limited information about the anomaly. SCP-4687 are anatomically similar to Architeuthis dux, only larger and more sparsely populated. SCP-4687 instances are a significant example of deep-sea gigantism; male SCP-4687 instances can grow up to twenty-four meters in length from the posterior fins to the tip of the tentacles, and female specimens have been found significantly larger, with some reaching up to thirty meters or more in overall length. SCP-4687 inhabit the dark waters of the bathypelagic zone in the coastal regions of the North Atlantic, particularly the British Isles, Norway and Spain, reaching down to the South Atlantic around Southern Africa and the boundary waters of the North Pacific. Males lack a hectocotylus, the reproductive organ found in most squid, and it is unknown how reproduction is achieved in SCP-4687 (if indeed it occurs at all). SCP-4687 feed on a varied diet of detritus, small fish, crustaceans, and other cephalopods, however like Architeuthis dux they will prey on larger creatures such as sharks if it is convenient. SCP-4687 instances possess anomalous sound-producing organs in their oral cavities which produce high-frequency cognitohazardous reverberations at an incredibly loud volume. These anomalous vocalisations cause creatures which perceive them to feel an immediate, conscious compulsion to swim downwards. Sounds produced by SCP-4687 can be heard for thousands of meters and have a potent cognitohazardous effect on hearing organisms, including humans. Research has found that certain anomalous frequencies produced by SCP-4687 are exclusively responsible for the cognitohazardous effects of these vocalisations. The potency of these effects increases exponentially based on the affected organism's proximity to SCP-4687. Incident Log 4687-A: São Miguel research expedition On 15/03/██, sightings of a group of SCP-4687 were confirmed by seabed audio equipment off the coast of São Miguel in the Northern Atlantic. Researchers were assigned to São Miguel Marine Research Facility and a submarine research vessel was deployed almost immediately to gather data on SCP-4687. Exploration Audio Log 4687-A Date: 15/03/██ Subject: SCP-4687 distribution patterns in coastal Northern Atlantic waters (coast of São Miguel) Team Lead: Lead Researcher Andersen Team Details: Three research personnel aboard the SCPFV Nautilus submarine research vessel, communicating with Lead Researcher Andersen, hereby 'Command', via radio. Researcher Taike pilots the vessel while Researchers Amber and Echo observe the surroundings with the aid of lighting equipment. The crew were outfitted with protective equipment to avoid accidental exposure to SCP-4687's cognitohazardous effects, and the Nautilus had been outfitted with a soundproof rubber mesh. [BEGIN LOG] EST. TIME 05:18:32 AM Command: Log commence. Check, Nautilus. Taike: Check. Amber: Check. Echo: Check. Vessel is past third decompression stop. We're descending now. Command: Audio relay says SCP-4687 is still active. Can you confirm? There is a pause as crew examine the vessel's sensory equipment. Echo: It would seem so, yes. Command: Can you estimate the duration? Echo: Looks like it's been sounding for at least a few hours. Command: Please be specific. Amber: Delta-Nine first heard them two hours and fifty-three minutes ago. Estimates three anomalies, around two thousand meters deep. Command: Alright, Nautilus. Continue your descent. Roughly an hour passes as the Nautilus descends towards the Bathyal zone, stopping periodically for depressurisation. Onboard crew can be heard chatting about personal matters. Communication resumes once the Nautilus reaches a depth of roughly one thousand meters. Echo: Come in, Command. Command: We read you. Echo: Nautilus has reached the aphotic zone3. Amber: Fauna activity seems to be consistent with SCP-4687. We're seeing myctophids… a few surface water species… Command: Any other activity? Echo: Negative. Command: Noted. Continue. Almost another hour passes as the Nautilus descends further. The crew onboard are noticeably quiet. Echo: Command, SCP-4687 appears to be nearby. Command: I can almost hear it through the comms unit. Do you have an estimated distance? Echo: Negative. (Aside) Do we know the volume of (unintelligible)? Amber: Something (unintelligible) … more than our equipment. Command: Come in, Nautilus. Echo: We're still hearing SCP-4687, Command. Given the volume, we must be within a few hundred meters or so. Roughly an hour passes as the Nautilus descends deeper into the Bathyal zone, stopping periodically for depressurisation. Vocalisations from SCP-4687 suddenly cease as the vessel descends a further three hundred meters. Communication resumes almost immediately. Echo: Come in, Command. Command: We read you, Nautilus. SCP-4687 seems to have stopped. Amber: We've noticed too. No activity whatsoever. Taike: (Unintelligible) … very quiet. Amber: No sign of SCP-4687 now, Command. There is a pause as both parties monitor sensory equipment. Amber: Activity seems to have ceased completely. Command: It's unsafe to continue without a clear proximity to the anomaly. Looks like we missed our window, Nautilus. You should begin your ascent. The Nautilus begins to reascend, the crew onboard mostly silent. Communication resumes abruptly after almost thirty minutes. Amber: (Unintelligible) … Echo… (unintelligible) … up. Echo: (Unintelligible) … Command. Command: Come in, Nautilus. Echo: Command, SCP-4687 is directly above us. There is a pause in communication as the Nautilus abruptly halts its ascent. Footage of SCP-4687, recovered during Incident 4687-A. Hover to enlarge. Command: How far? Echo: (Unintelligible) … No more than five meters. Amber: We're taking a video recording. Command: We see it. Just sit tight, Nautilus. Almost ten minutes pass as the Nautilus waits for a clear route to the surface. During this time, the instance does not move at all. Communication is re-established following this period of inactivity from SCP-4687. Echo: Command, it isn't moving. Taike: (Unintelligible) … tentacle… like its probing… Command: Is SCP-4687 in contact with your vessel? Echo: We… think so, Command, but it's right in our blind spot. We might be able to— Researcher Echo is abruptly cut off as the Nautilus is jolted by a hard thump from SCP-4687. Researcher Amber is heard crying out as the vessel rocks. Taike: Son of (unintelligible) … the (expletive) proofing! Command: Come in, Nautilus. Tell us what's happening. Echo: It's hitting us. It's — we think it's attacking the vessel. Another thump, this time from a different instance of SCP-4687 which had appeared from the opposite side of the Nautilus. Several instances of SCP-4687 begin to close in around the vessel during the following exchange. Amber: There's two — three of them! Command: Please try and stay calm. We're working on what to do next. For a few moments, the crew of the Nautilus can be heard frantically trying to find an opportunity to escape. There is another, much louder thump as an SCP-4687 instance attacks the vessel. Echo: (Unintelligible) … the one above us. Taike: We can't, we'd be pushing past it. Echo: (Unintelligible) … Command, we need some help here. Amber: Oh god, oh god. Command: Nautilus, you'll have to resume your ascent. The instance above you will have to move if you ascend with force. Taike: Copy that, Command. We're ascending— There is a very loud creaking as the Nautilus is once again thumped by an instance of SCP-4687. The impact ruptures the Nautilus' protective gelcoat, breaching a hole in the vessel's external frame, bursting a small hole and compromising the vessel's soundproofing. All three instances of SCP-4687 immediately begin vocalising. The sound they are producing is at a far greater volume than the limit of the crew's protective equipment. Command: What's happening, Nautilus? Come in. There is a momentary pause as the Nautilus is rocked by instances of SCP-4687. It is no longer attempting to ascend. Researcher Echo can barely be heard over the sound of water rushing into the vessel. Echo: (Unintelligible) … loud. Command: Come in, Nautilus. Respond immediately. Command spend an additional three minutes attempting to re-establish contact with the Nautilus. Researcher Echo can then be heard responding, apparently giving instructions to Researcher Taike. Echo: Jamie… (unintelligible) … wonderful… (unintelligible) … deeper. Command: Echo. (pausing) … Robin. My love. Please. Despite numerous attempts, there is no further response from the crew. Due to the increasing volume of SCP-4687's vocalisations, it is unknown if any subsequent response was attempted. Lead Researcher Andersen was forced to sever communications with the Nautilus to inhibit the cognitohazardous effects of SCP-4687 from affecting members of the control team on the surface. [END LOG] Several distress messages and further communication attempts were made with the Nautilus as it descended deeper into the bathyal zone, however the vessel was considered decommissioned after it stopped receiving distress signals no more than twenty minutes after the incident. Early attempts to salvage the vessel were originally met with failure, and the crew onboard are considered deceased. Further manned research expeditions into sightings of SCP-4687 are permanently withheld, and requests for human examination of wild instances will be automatically declined. Research surrounding the possibility of higher intelligence in SCP-4687 instances is currently pending approval. Footnotes 1. Also called the Bathyal zone - the area of the deep ocean between 1000m and 4000m in depth with very little natural light. 2. Better known as giant squid. 3. The region of the great ocean which is too deep for sunlight to penetrate, resulting in pitch-dark surroundings. |
SCP-4688 | neutralized | An instance of SCP-4688, after thorough cleaning. A photograph of a live performance of the band Avatar. Often used as a profile picture by PoI-8902 ("Jonswords") Item #: SCP-4688 Special Containment Procedures: Instances of SCP-4688 are to be stored in a standard anomalous item containment unit in Site-76. This container is to be reinforced with a Faraday cage to prevent possible interactions with internet-based devices. SCP-4688 may not be stored in the vicinity of electricity-based SCP objects, nor should it be allowed to come in contact with electrical wiring of any kind. Testing of SCP-4688's suggestion effect may proceed with permission from Project Head/46881. Testing must be carried out in an electronically isolated testing chamber with no electronic devices. As of the cessation of Incident 4688-Omega, Testing of SCP-4688's interactions with electronic devices is forbidden. Description: SCP-4688 are a series of Bell-brand children's bike helmets. Although the design of SCP-4688 instances vary, the word "ERIC2" is always written in a child's handwriting with white marker on each helmet's inside. Anomalous properties begin when SCP-4688 is worn by a sapient being capable of understanding language. The wearer of SCP-4688 will enter a trance state where several parts of the brain related to critical thought are either shut down or suppressed. Outwardly, subjects will experience slurred speech, impaired motor control, and susceptibility to suggestion. Subjects under the influence of SCP-4688 will not refuse any order given to them, except if it will obviously bring harm to the subject in question. This suggestion effect appears to be the primary purpose of SCP-4688, given the fact that "MIND CONTROL HELMET" is also written inside of some instances of SCP-4688 alongside the aforementioned "ERIC". Notably, subjects will still retain personality while wearing SCP-4688 and, if left alone, will go about their routine without interference. It is of note that some instances of SCP-4688 were recovered with rusted copper wiring attached to the frontal area and sides of the helmet. In accordance with the containment procedures developed in the wake of Incident 4688-Omega, this wiring has been removed. Addendum: Abridged Testing Log Subject Suggestion Result D-60193 D-60193 was asked if he would mind baking Agent Wells some chocolate chip cookies. D-60193 informed Agent Wells that he had no baking skill, but would be happy to follow a tutorial if given access in order to carry out the suggestion. D-35556 D-35556 was requested by Dr. Diamond to clean Researcher Crane’s office. D-35556 explained her appreciation for Dr. Diamond’s “act of selflessness”, quickly carrying out the request with no difficulties. D-20091 D-20091 was asked to eat escargot, previously established by D-20091 as his least favorite dish. D-20091 explained that there was no reason he could not give the dish a second chance, and ate the entirety of the presented platter with no hesitation. Incident Report: Incident 4688-Omega [REPORT PENDING SUMMARIZATION] I'm not taking this one, no way, no how. I know I'm probably the most qualified person here, but I don't want to lose my stomach again. It's selfish of me, I know, but leave this one to one of the researchers, or something. I put all the relevant shit below. I'd love to go my whole life without needing to look at the internet again. - Agent Laster View Attachment: omega-incident-docs.zip Collapse Attachment: omega-incident-docs.zip Footnotes 1. Currently Dr. Westrin 2. An anomalous person (or persons) capable of producing anomalous objects, such as SCP-066 and SCP-168. True identity unknown. 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SCP-4689 | neutralized | A specimen of Panthera leo, photographed in the early 21st century. Item #: SCP-4689 Special Containment Procedures: N/A Description: SCP-4689 referred to a pride of Panthera leo1, consisting of two adult males, seven adult females, three juvenile males, and four juvenile females. No notable anomalous characteristics existed beyond their species— all SCP-4689 instances possessed physical and mental parameters that were commonly reported among Panthera leo prior to their extinction. SCP-4689 were discovered living in an isolated part of Angola in March of 2143, after several farmers reported 'giant, hairy cheetahs' mauling their livestock. Reports of living lions began circulating among the media. Upon the discovery and containment of SCP-4689, the Foundation discredited these reports using the cadavers of genetically modified hyenas. By order of the Ethics Committee, all SCP-4689 instances were euthanized in October of 2150. This was considered the most humane option due to the advanced age of all adult members of the pride, and genetic bottleneck that would be faced by the juveniles. Previously, the Ethics Committee had considered measures to release SCP-4689 into the wild. However, due to the fact that the public has accepted the extinction of Panthera leo, and that the niche once filled by this animal has since been overtaken by cheetahs, hyenas, and leopards, this was viewed as a large-scale veil disruption. Footnotes 1. More commonly known as the African Lion, a species of large predatory cat rendered extinct in 2037. "Pride" was a collective noun used to refer to large groups of this animal, similar to a "pack" of wolves or a "flock" of birds. NOTICE FROM THE RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION The above document was recovered in a storage room at the Cleveland Metroparks Zoo in Ohio, with a phone number for the nearest Foundation site written on the reverse side. It had been attached to a sign meant for display within the park, bearing a quote from author Frank W. Lane: "It will be a poorer world if the time ever comes when children have to ask: 'What was a lion?'". Analysis of the zoo's grounds found evidence of temporal manipulation having taken place. All clocks in the park showed different times, abnormal growth patterns were present in the plant life surrounding the storage room, and temporal rot had occurred in a bathroom stall near the park's entrance. The Ethics Committee is expected to debate the issue of whether or not the preservation of endangered species falls under the Foundation's purview in early 2020. |
SCP-4690 | apollyon | Item #: SCP-4690 4/4690 Classified Special Containment Procedures: Consensus reality regarding the literary work Madame Chrysanthème and its associated adaptations has been permanently altered. No further containment appears to be possible. Description: SCP-4690 is a 'pataphysical phenomenon affecting all media works which adapt, pay homage to, or are otherwise inspired by the 1887 novel Madame Chrysanthème. Works are affected on a copy-by-copy basis through proximity. Following the events of 02/06/2017, SCP-4690's primary vector is the internet, and all machines connected to it. In all cases, characters based on Pierre Loti1 will end the novel consumed in some fashion by one or many arachnids or arachnid-adjacent entities. This event usually occurs near or at the conclusion of the main plotline. SCP-4690 has not been observed to affect nonfictional entities, [CORRUPTION EXPUNGED] EXCERPTS OF INFECTED DOCUMENTATION ACCESS GRANTED Work: Madame Chrysanthème (1887 short story) Synopsis: Madame Chrysanthème is a semiautobiographical account of French sailor Pierre Loti's temporary marriage to "Chrysanthème", a geisha. Summary of Changes: Minimal changes before Chapter LII, primarily regarding actions taken by Yves. On September 18th, an hour before Kangourou and his tattoo artists arrive in the baseline narrative, Loti describes being awoken by a seemingly frustrated Yves; before he can respond, Yves collapses into a swarm of venomous spiders, which proceed to attack and devour a bewildered Loti. The rest of the novel remains mostly unchanged, aside from the death of Loti. Narration remains in first person. Work: Madama Butterfly (1904 opera) Synopsis: Madama Butterfly is an Italian opera adapted from the American short story "Madame Butterfly", itself a fictionalized adaptation of Madame Chrysanthème. The opera follows Ciocio2-san [sic], a Japanese girl who is married by American naval officer Lt. Pinkerton. When Pinkerton leaves Ciocio-san alone with child for 3 years, she waits faithfully for his return, only to kill herself in grief when she realizes Pinkerton remarried. In most performances, Madama Butterfly is arranged into a set of three acts, containing 35 sections in total; the following work was arranged in such an order. Summary of Changes: Two new tracks appear after the 35th and final track3, featuring a new character, "THE SPIDER": The first of these tracks introduces THE SPIDER, who, driven mad by the death of Ciocio-san, kills and devours a shocked Pinkerton. This section is an aria. The final track depicts THE SPIDER, still mad with grief, rushing to the shipyard, declaring vendetta on the Americans that took its "friend" from it. This section is a chorus with solo parts. According to production notes, THE SPIDER is to be played by a mezzo-soprano with two mouths, in order to sing while devouring the actor playing Pinkerton. Work: The Toll of the Sea (1922 film) Synopsis: The Toll of the Sea is an American silent film, notable for being the third4 ever produced in technicolor. The film follows "Lotus Flower", a young Chinese woman who saves the life of Allen Carver, an American. They marry, and though Carver promises to take Lotus Flower home with him, his friends convince him otherwise, leaving Lotus Flower with his child. When Carver returns with his American wife, Lotus Flower leaves her child with him, and presumably drowns herself. Summary of Changes: During the closing shot, both Lotus Flower and the ship Carver leaves on are visible. As Lotus Flower begins stepping towards the water's edge, an enormous entity, superficially resembling a whip scorpion, emerges to swallow the ship whole. Lotus Flower stays still, before walking away with a look of confusion. Work: Le ménage moderne de Madame Butterfly (1920 film) Synopsis: Le ménage moderne de Madame Butterfly is a French pornographic film, notable for being the first film depiction of hardcore homosexual sex acts. It follows Lt. Pinkerton [DATA EXPUNGED] Summary of Changes: A new character, resembling a humanoid spider [DATA EXPUNGED]. This is the first recorded instance without character death. Work: Pinkerton (1996 album) Synopsis: Pinkerton is the second studio album of Fifthist rock band "Weezer". Loosely based on Madama Butterfly, Pinkerton chronicles frontman Rivers Cuomo's sexual and romantic insecurities following the release of Weezer's Self Titled and Cuomo's subsequent enrollment into Harvard. Summary of Changes: The final song on the album, "Butterfly", is extended to ten minutes and fourteen seconds. Following the regular outro, Cuomo begins to sing about being attacked, consumed, and digested by spiders, in the style of previous verses. Whether the lyrics are to be interpreted literally or as a metaphor for guilt is unclear. Work: Pierre Loti Under Scope (2011 biography) Synopsis: Pierre Loti Under Scope is a biography written by Dr. Jeremiah Cimmerian during the completion of his doctorate. Dr. Cimmerian examines the life of Loti in comparison to his body of work in an attempt to provide an accurate picture of Mr. Loti's life. Summary of Changes: During the section regarding Pierre Loti's time in Japan, Dr. Cimmerian notes that stories of Loti's near total consumption by a swarm of spiders are most probably false. He further suggests that Loti merely died from the ill-timed bite of a mundane spider, and that retellings of the event exaggerated in absence of Loti's ability to refute them. The corpse of Pierre Loti proceeds to follow a nearly identical path to its nonfictional counterpart. Work: I Left My Heart in Nagasaki (2016 Foundation experiment) Synopsis: I Left My Heart in Nagasaki is a short story written by the SCP-4690 containment team to test its properties. The story follows the plot of Madame Butterfly, with two notable deviations: All arachnids have expired following a WK-Class Mass Extinction Event. The main character, Lt. Pinkerdinkle, suffers from a condition that leaves him unable to create or comprehend metaphors. The story is told in first person. Summary of Changes: At the end of the story, Pinkerdinkle is attacked and immobilized by an Asian female, who proceeds to forcibly collect a sample of his blood before fleeing the scene. Descriptions of this figure match those of PoI-GOC2735 ("Spider"). Work: Ten Unforgettable Recipes for the Orientalist Sailor (2016 Foundation experiment) Synopsis: Ten Unforgettable Recipes for the Orientalist Sailor is a cookbook written by Culinary Department liaison McNeilly. Each recipe is based on either a specific scene from or a prominent theme of Madame Chrysanthème and its associated adaptations. Ten Unforgettable Recipes for the Orientalist Sailor otherwise lacks a storyline. Summary of Changes: Ten Unforgettable Recipes for the Orientalist Sailor experienced an unusually high number of changes compared to control materials: All recipes were modified to varying extents. In most cases, this involved the removal and substitution of ingredients such as spices and vegetables. Notably, all lotus-based ingredients have been removed. Two recipes, the Withered Lotus Stir Fry and Mother & Child Disunion, are preceded by abnormally long asides about the supposed benefits of incubating spider eggs within the human body. Several of the images have been heavily altered, displaying severe arachnid infestation on and around the meals in question. An 11th recipe for "Raw Pinkerton" is present. Notably, the recipe calls for several previously undiscovered carnomancy techniques. Work: The Madam, Mrs. Madama "Madame Butterfly" Butterfly, or "Ciocio-San" to her Butterfly Friends (2017 experiment) Synopsis: The Madam, Mrs. Madama "Madame Butterfly" Butterfly, or "Ciocio-San" to her Butterfly Friends is a metafictional story within the SCP-4690 'Pataphysics Deptarment's primary narrative, written by Dr. Suzuki, regarding a series of increasingly recursive retellings of Madame Butterfly. The story is told through a series of recursive framing devices, starting with a review of a fictional Japanese novel of the same name that begins with a young man talking to his half-Japanese girlfriend about his father, Rupert, and the stories he told. [EXTRANEOUS DATA OMITTED] Summary of Changes: The first changes appear in a hypothetical scenario imagined by Mr. Night, where a churchgoer asks the hypothetical Mr. Night why he's still writing while a spider gnaws at his fingers. Mr. Night admits that he wanted to put more of himself into his writing, and shows the churchgoer a portion of his story, which now depicts a man being eaten by spiders. As Mr. Night's imaginary scene ends, the story continues as usual until the moment his ship is described as crashing against the rocks. The narrative describes him lying prone against the sea, as normal, with the addition that his body is scavenged by a cast of Macrocheira kaempferi5. As normal, the scene returns to the present day, where Ms. Sun's anxious fantasy is cut off by the sound of cannon fire. The story remains unchanged until the point where Mr. Night, describing how he wished this situation could have went, mentions his desire to be eaten alive by a water scorpion. As Mr. Night laments his folly, Ms. Sun suddenly transforms into an abnormally large pseudoscorpion, before decapitating and devouring Mr. Night6. As Rupert's son interrupts the story to ask his father to tell a happier story, the work remains unchanged until Helga and Rupert's date. When Rupert looks at the billboard advertising the showing of Madama Butterfly, he briefly notices the presence of an enormous spiderweb covering the face of Pinkerton. Later, during the show's curtain call, Pinkerton's actor is devoured by a swarm of camel spiders, an event that fails to interrupt the audience applause. [EXTRANEOUS DATA OMITTED] Following the conclusion of the test, Dr. Suzuki informed the attending Metaphysics Department liaison that she would need to cut the meeting short, as 'SCP-2254-Gamma-ARC had killed Agent Pinkerton in a containment breach. Work: Dark Souls (2011 video game) Synopsis: Dark Souls is an action-RPG video game developed by FROM Software. Notably, it does not appear to be inspired by Madame Chrysanthème, and does not act as a vector for SCP-4690. Copy was confiscated from Technician Empira following a report to the Site 56 IT department. Summary of Changes: During the cutscene prior to the Quelaag7 boss fight, an enlarged Lt. Pinkerton kills and devours Quelaag. Footnotes 1. A semiautobiographical version of Madame Chrysanthème's author, Loti is a sailor that initiates a brief affair with a Japanese woman, [CORRUPTION EXPUNGED] 2. A literal translation of "butterfly". 3. Tu? Tu? Piccolo iddio! 4. As the second ever technicolor film produced was SCP-████, the general public recognizes The Toll of the Sea as being second instead. 5. Japanese Spider Crab. 6. This scene was present in the baseline story, and is not an authentic alteration through SCP-4690. 7. A boss monster with the torso of a woman and the lower body of a monstrous spider. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4690" by UraniumEmpire, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4690. 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-4691 | keter | Item #: SCP-4691 Special Containment Procedures: Suburban areas are to be screened for reports of SCP-4691 as often as resources allow. All information related to a confirmed SCP-4691 event should be suppressed via proportionate amnestic administration. Grade 3 ballistics will be utilized against ongoing instances of SCP-46911. Description: SCP-4691 is a rare phenomenon that has only been observed to manifest in locations that meet three criteria: The location is within a suburban setting. All entrances (doors, windows, etc.) to the location are closed or blocked. Only one resident occupies the location. SCP-4691 causes all of the entrances at a given residence to become impossible to open and highly resilient to damage. Electronic communication of any kind is also disabled. An SCP-4691 event ends if an entrance is broken open. This often requires excessive force, estimated to be a minimum of 40,000 Newtons2. It is unknown if the anomaly ends naturally over time. In all known instances, the resident attracts the attention of citizens on the outside. This leads to the alerting of authorities, who often manage to breach the premises in less than 24 hours. 8% of these cases describe hearing the voice of an unidentified individual, though evidence of this has not been found. This leaves the possibility that numerous instances have yet to be discovered, though it is unlikely that they would continue for an extended period without being discovered. Document 4691-1: The following is a written account from a victim of SCP-4691. As of October 1, 2019, this instance of SCP-4691 is the longest known case. Evening of September 12, 2019 It's rotten luck that I haven't gotten this program working in three days. I might have to rewrite the entire thing, because if this holds me up any longer I'm not getting paid. But hey, this is what I get for not learning enough about enumerators. Someone on Stack Overflow would know. Not that I can ask, because the internet's down. Again. Damn internet. Stuck with this horrible speed for years and now it's just not responding at all. I should just read. I should just leave the computer for a while and read one of the many books lying around this room. But I'm frustrated, and the rain's got me on edge. How can I focus enough to read like this? Fucking shit. Someday I'll September 12, 2019, Almost Midnight This might be the worst time to try to write in here, but nothing's happened for several hours and I need to think straight. I heard footsteps downstairs, which was alarming since I live alone. Then I heard the sound of clutter being moved around, and I figured they could have been a burglar. I grabbed my phone and tried to call the police, but there was no service. I held my breath to stay quiet. If they thought I wasn't home, they might just take what they wanted and sneak away. But then I heard them shout something upstairs: "Time to eat!" Their voice sounded like an older woman, I think. Natural. If it was an imitation, it was a damn good one. On the other hand, I couldn't imagine a kindly old woman invading like this. Things were quiet for some time after that. No voice, no rummaging, no footsteps. I decided to risk leaving my room. I tip-toed out, listening carefully for a reaction. When I got close to the steps I leaned around the corner and took a peak. Nobody was there; but the light was on, when I was sure I'd left it off. More importantly: On the table sat a plate full of food. From the scent I could already tell what it was: Seashore fettuccine. I crept down the stairs. They creaked, so I thought for sure whoever was down there would hear me coming; but there was no reaction. I searched the kitchen, the bathroom, the basement, everywhere around the house. But there was nobody around. Not even a door or window left open. I assumed I wasn't in danger, so I figured I was supposed to let someone know what had happened. I tried the landline, but that was dead. I considered walking to the nearest police station, but it's a long way away from here. What if I knocked on a neighbors door? Their phones and internet had to be out too. It was late as well, so they probably wouldn't have been awake to see someone else leave. Was it worth disturbing them for this? Nothing had happened aside from the meal on the table. I threw it away regardless: I didn't trust it. I've been sitting in my room, thinking about what to do I guess. On one hand, whoever had been in my house had committed a crime. On the other, was this really worth getting worked up over? I'm tired. The stress this has caused me is ridiculous, not to mention distracting. The journal therapy helps, though. I'll try to call the police again tomorrow. Morning of September 13, 2019 I was awoken by that voice. Just as welcoming as before, to the point where I wasn't immediately alarmed when I opened my eyes. I ran downstairs at top speed this time. Still didn't catch them, and the house was empty yet again. All that was left was a plate of eggs on toast. Phones still wouldn't work. Neither did the doors to my surprise. It must have been the rain: The water would have swollen the wood. I eventually prodded one of the sunny-side-up eggs. Warm, soft. Tempting, but I still chucked it. I know nothing terrible has happened yet, but I'm feeling uneasy. Who had been in here? Why make me two meals? How did they get in if I couldn't even get out? Were they gone? Only one way to be sure. Afternoon of September 13, 2019 I waited up the stairs behind the corner. If they had more food they'd appear eventually. I wasn't sure if I'd attack them or what, but I could at least follow them, figure out how they were getting in and out. According to my phone it was 12:00pm on the dot. I was particularly ready at that time; it was logically when someone would serve lunch. It was right at that moment that a power surge must have happened. The light in the dining room rapidly grew brighter, so fast that it caught me off guard and hurt my eyes. I shut them tight and hid back around the corner. "Time to eat!" they said again. I turned back to catch them, the spots on my retinas obscuring my vision. Eventually the spots faded. Still no one. Just a fresh BLT on the table. I was certain I hadn't heard footsteps walking away, so I had no idea where they had gone. I was starting to wonder if they'd been there in the first place. I touched the BLT; the bread was lightly toasted, and I could smell the bacon. I know they didn't get this from my kitchen; I didn't have any bacon in the house. Or any eggs or fettuccine now that I bring it up. What I usually make for lunch is cheese sandwiches. Plain cheese sandwiches. I took a nibble of the bacon. Just a little. Then I threw the rest away. Even if it's poisoned it shouldn't be enough to kill me; only make me sick. I'll find out in a few more hours, I guess. Evening of September 13, 2019 I didn't get sick. I waited around the corner again. Similar result, complete with another surge. I covered my eyes this time, and held firmly onto the railing. When I heard "Time to eat" I immediately pulled my hand away. I thought I saw a flash of someone. Not in the dining room, but through the doorway to the living room. Someone leaning back in the recliner. I couldn't get a good look at their face, but for the moment they were there it was as if they'd been in that recliner forever. Immobile, almost helpless. It could've been a trick of the mind, but at this point could it really? The table this time had a plate of pizza-spaghetti lasagna. I remember something like that. I think my mother had made it once or twice. A recipe she'd found online. Sure sounded like something that could be found online. I had to admit that I was starving. I hadn't eaten all day. Usually I'd get some kind of take out or delivery, but the connection was still dead and the doors were still stuck. I looked in the fridge. I'd been putting off going to the store, so my only options were still a cheese sandwich. Even from there I could smell the lasagna, and couldn't stop myself from imagining the spice of the tomato sauce, and the umami of the cheese and pepperoni. I broke. Each bite I chewed slowly, at first to be sure there wasn't anything foreign in it. Soon I was chewing slowly to savor everything. I found myself relaxing, breathing in a way hadn't in a while. Like a child who had nothing to worry about. When I finished, by pure instinct I brought the plate to the kitchen to wash. I discovered that the other dishes were already clean. I'd thrown away the food, sure, but I hadn't cared enough to scrub them at the time. As such, I left the plate in my hand in the sink, curious to see what would happen. It was as I was going upstairs I realized I'd missed the deadline for my gig. Guess I'm not getting paid. Oh well. It's not like I could've uploaded it to the cloud anyway. Nothing I could do. Why even spend so much time worrying about someone who's face I've never even seen? Morning of September 14, 2019 I'm awake earlier than usual at the moment. I'm pretty sure I had a nightmare, but I can't fully remember it. I think there was a dragon. A dragon in a massive hall like Union Station. I tried to get away by running up a tall spiral staircase. At the top there was nothing but a small restroom, perfectly clean. I ran back down, and the dragon was still there. I ran back up. Bathroom again. That's all I can think of. Running up and down and up and down and The voice again. May as well eat breakfast. September 14, 2019, Almost Noon As long as there weren't any dishes to do I closely examined the doors and windows today. I suppose they don't appear any more swollen than usual, but it couldn't take that much moisture to do this, could it? The front door itself was always a bit stiff, being slightly too large for the frame. I could just wait it out. Eventually it would open. A neighbor approached the door while just when I was about to leave it be. They said that I hadn't been out in a while, and asked if I was fine. I thought for a moment and shrugged. They pressed, and I explained I'd been busy with numerous clients. They eventually left, seeing how we didn't have anything else to talk about. Maybe they could've helped with the doors, but it wasn't like I needed to get out soon. Why should I ruin their day just because the door's a little stuck? It's not like there was an emergency. I'm fine. I'm sure I'm The light's just turned on behind me. Guess it's time for lunch. Evening of September 15, 2019 I've been thinking a lot. Deciding what I'll do next. But what is there to do next? Who says there has to be a next? I've asked myself these questions over and over. They want an answer, but to be honest, I don't. I don't think I have one, and I don't want to force myself to think of one. Who says I've been thinking at all? This journal certainly doesn't; looking back at what I've written it's just the same thing happening over and over. The same thought process. That's something I've realized. I haven't been thinking. I've just been sitting here, pretending. No calculations or evaluations have been going through my head. Just questions I keep forgetting to answer, decisions that I've already decided. I wonder if I'm the only one who thinks like this? I wonder who else Dinner is ready. I'll put this down for now, and write in here when something new happens. On September 30th, 2019, the parents of Ian Lostetter, the author of the above documents, tried calling his home. When they received no response, they called emergency services, who arrived before agents following Proposal 4691-1 could stop them. After authorities managed to remove the door from its hinges, Lostetter was found in his room, staring at a closed book. Lostetter resisted being moved from his residence, though he was quickly overpowered. At the local hospital, Lostetter was observed to be suffering from acute starvation. Medical examiners discovered he had been consuming a viscous mixture of mucus and dust in amounts far exceeding the average produced by the human body per year. Embedded Foundation agents were alerted to the present instance of SCP-4691, and Lostetter was taken into Foundation custody. Lostetter's parents were given Class A amnestics and were told their son would have to undergo extensive physical and psychological therapy. No new information has been discovered from him at this time. + Proposal 4691-1 - Proposal 4691-1 September 15, 2019 Researchers of SCP-4691, Given how little information we have on SCP-4691, and the recent discovery of the instance of SCP-4691 affecting Ian Lostetter's home, I propose that instead of breaching the residence, we allow the instance to continue as long as possible. Given Lostetter's observed behavior since the discovery, it's clear that the anomaly has more properties than we were initially aware of. Further observance could prove extremely beneficial in future cases. It is fortunate this instance was discovered by us and not authorities. Keep in mind that this opportunity will not likely arise in the near future. -Dr Rodgers. Footnotes 1. Update: Use of ballistics must now be approved by a Level 2 researcher or higher (see Proposal 4691-1). 2. 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SCP-4692 | euclid | close Info X SCP-4692: Author: AndarielHalo Eat more of my SCPs. Eat them all. Also please eat some of these Anabasis Hub Probably the greatest story involving a pair of redheaded siblings whose infighting causes the end of the world Manna Charitable Foundation 2000 The sequel to the above, collaborationed with Dr Reach The Stuff Industry What happens when everyone around you at work is a complete idiot and so are you, but not only does no one get fired, but you actually turn a profit? I don't know, some stuff. When MCF and Stuff happen A fun story of incompetence 5/4692 LEVEL 5/4692 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4692 SCP-4692, Jackson W. Parnell. Containment Procedures: Subject is temporarily housed in a standard medical suite in Site-1169's Annex and connected to a ventilator. An IV is to be kept continually pushing a solution consisting of 91% SCP-4692-2 with a remaining mix of saline and 5% glucose. In the event that Site-1169's backup generator should fail or otherwise become inoperable, subject is to be immediately transported to any neighboring Foundation site with sufficient energy output to maintain the subject's medical equipment. Crews handling SCP-4692 should be, although are not required to be, part of a selected pool of individuals tested for the presence of SCP-4692-3. If an insufficient number of individuals fitting this requirement are available, volunteers are to be selected on basis of country of origin, with preference given to those with no blood relatives who have lived in the United States of America within the past 75 years. If an insufficient number of volunteers are available, Class-D Personnel may be assigned. The ventilator and IV system are not to be disconnected in a non-emergency without approval from Site Director Singh and at least three O5s. Personnel assigned to SCP-4692 are to be offered Foundation-subsidized counseling services if needed. All personnel are strongly advised to self-report to their supervisors any trauma sustained as a result of handling SCP-4692, and are to be given priority consideration should they request transfer and/or leave. Use of amnestics on personnel requesting transfer is to be refused at this time. In the event of a containment breach, crews assigned to Site-1169 must prioritize the re-establishment of power to the site and the continued delivery of SCP-4692-2 to the subject via the IV solution. All site personnel and affected individuals must immediately proceed to the basement level 3 and engage the airlock to prevent the release of SCP-4692-3. Following re-containment, surviving personnel and individuals are to be decontaminated and hospitalized on site. The deceased are to be incinerated as soon as surviving individuals are removed from basement level 3. SCP-4692 remains semi-conscious and has been known to appeal to on-site personnel pleading to be euthanized. Personnel who have been solicited in this way must report each occurrence to the site supervisor. Addendum-1: Due to increased risk of extreme weather conditions as a result of climate change, SCP-4692 is scheduled to be relocated to a more climatically stable site. Possible sites for relocation include Site-19, Site-34, Site-442, Site-1081, and Site-6119. Description: SCP-4692 is a African-American male, Jackson W. Parnell, originally of Fayetteville, New York, recovered in Fayetteville, North Carolina. Mr. Parnell's birthdate is recorded as ██/██/1912, making him 107 years old as of ██/██/2019; however, his physical appearance suggests he is no older than 45 or 50. Mr. Parnell requires the use of a medical ventilator and an IV solution of 91% SCP-4692-2 with a remaining mix of 4% saline and 5% glucose in order to stay alive. SCP-4692-2 is blood plasma from an unidentified individual of Southern or Eastern European descent. It is believed this individual is the suspect responsible for Mr. Parnell's current state, as they were last seen exiting the apartment complex where Mr. Parnell was discovered. A composite sketch of the suspect is attached. Until the suspect is located and interrogated, attempts to replicate the anomalous qualities of SCP-4692-2 are to begin by 12/01/19. Composite sketch of suspect. Should either ventilator or IV solution fail, Mr. Parnell will begin to convulse and enter a state of shock at which point a containment breach will be declared. Within a period of 2 to 4 minutes, any individual who has been in the presence of Mr. Parnell1 will begin to suffer symptoms similar to but not consistent with acute radiation sickness. After 8 to 15 minutes, the individual will undergo severe cellular degeneration and hydrolysis, leading to severe dehydration and death. Decedents will begin to rapidly decompose, with muscle tissue rapidly liquifying and bone marrow desiccating. After 40 to 55 minutes, direct blood relatives of the affected people will begin to suffer the same effects regardless of physical location. Additional individuals have also suffered ill effects, including recipients of blood transfusions and individuals with similar genetic structures who are otherwise not blood related. Affected decedents release SCP-4692-3, an aerosolized variant of SCP-4692-2 which is highly contagious and flourishes under conditions of high humidity. The resuscitation of Mr. Parnell and the re-establishment of his IV solution following re-containment will cease the effects of SCP-4692 and halt spread of SCP-4692-3. Individuals who have contracted SCP-4692-3 remain permanently susceptible to SCP-4692 in the future, as well as their direct blood relatives. Physical damage and/or death sustained during a containment breach is unaffected by re-containment. Addendum-2: The relocation of SCP-4692 to Site-███ has been halted due to complications with Site-███ administration. Staff on-site alleged that Site Director Laveaux resigned in protest of the proposed relocation. Site Director Laveaux has refuted these allegations, indicating Site-███ was situated in a region prone to flooding and thus would be unsuitable for housing SCP-4692. Addendum-3: A complaint was filed by Site Director Singh against Site-18104 for allegedly dismantling equipment that could be used to maintain SCP-4692. Site Director Singh alleges this was in response to an official request to transfer SCP-4692, while Site Director Holt of Site-18104 claims the equipment in question was due for dismantling for over six months prior to the transfer request. Discovery: SCP-4692 was discovered in the [REDACTED] apartment complex on ██/██/2019. Surviving witness testimony indicates Mr. Parnell was calling out for help and managed to attract the attention of a resident ([REDACTED]) who subsequently broke in to the apartment. It is believed Mr. Parnell, due to his condition, persuaded the resident to terminate his life support system in order to euthanize him. The resident subsequently began to deteriorate and lost consciousness. Police reports taken in [REDACTED], Florida, Wisconsin, and [REDACTED] parts of North Carolina indicate family members of the resident began to suffer similar symptoms of dizziness, vomiting, bleeding, and seizures, accompanied by rapid necrosis and death. Confiscated police reports and 911 phone records indicate these occurrences were largely simultaneous, and several officers began to report identical symptoms soon afterwards. [REDACTED], one of the decedents recovered in FL. ██ officers and ███ additional individuals were hospitalized during this outbreak. A public health emergency declaration was made in all the affected regions and the FBI became involved. Some ███ individuals perished during this event. SCP-4692 was resuscitated by a neighbor of [REDACTED] who discovered Mr. Parnell and re-attached their IV solution and powered their ventilator. According to the neighbor, Mr. Parnell appeared pale and cold to the touch, but continued to display signs of life and fully recovered once the IV and ventilator were re-established. The neighbor died 4 days later due to injuries sustained during the outbreak. A sample of his statement is attached. Witness Statement ██/██/2019 – hide block [REDACTED] Date ██/██/2019. Officer Delgin interviewing witness T████ P██████. Individual is unlikely to recover from injuries sustained from the incident on ██/██/2019. (Transcript highlights witness statement beginning with initial encounter with Mr. Parnell) TP: I was coming down the stairs. People were calling out on the street for me so I was coming down hard, I almost fell. I thought I'd broken something. Then I heard, like, groaning, like I'd woken the guy up. Delgin: The guy in the room you found. TP: Yeah. I mean, I didn't know it was a guy in there at first. I got up and then I heard him talking, he started saying, like, "Help, I been kidnapped" so I was like "What the fuck" and then he called out again, "Help I'm trapped in this guy's apartment." Now I ain't ever seen anyone going in or out this room except this one guy, but he left like an hour earlier. I went to the door and could hear him on the other side calling out again so I try to open the door but I can't. Delgin: You didn't think to call the cops at this point? TP: For real? And get arrested for trying to break into a white guy's apartment or some shit? No, I didn't even know if it was a real guy calling out to me. I wasn't about to do anything except this guy started calling out again, started making banging noises and calling out my name. He knew my name, he'd been in the apartment for like a year and could hear people talking outside but couldn't get anybody to help him. So I try to kick in the door and ended up busting my ass again. But the doorknob fell off, so I could reach in to remove that chain thing and the other lock. Delgin: How many locks did it have? TP: One. I mean, the doorknob had its own lock but the guy had another lock on top of it, and that chain lock too. Delgin: What happened inside the apartment, then? TP: It was, like, you walk in and the guy was right ahead in the living room. He was laid out on a hospital bed looking thing, and he had like an oxygen mask on and a needle in his arm that was pumping something yellow into him. He didn't look sick but he was barely moving. He was strapped down to the bed like he was being tortured or something. He got a hand out and was able to bang on the wall and pull up his mask so he could call for help, but his voice was weak and he couldn't breathe without it. It was lucky I heard him when I did, he was probably calling for help for days and no one heard him. Delgin: Did he say who was keeping him tied up? TP: Nah. I mean, he probably knew the guy's name, but I wasn't thinking about that at the time. Guy was like freaking out, excited, I had come to help him. I went over to him and he said to pull the needle out of him and untie him. I mean, it didn't look like the guy was getting real medical treatment, it was a little plastic bag hanging from a plastic hanger full of this yellow stuff, it looked like it could've been urine. I pulled the needle out quick then helped undo the leather strap around his wrist. Guy started crying, thanking me, saying he wanted to die but this other guy wouldn't let him. Delgin: When did the pain start? TP: I think like, right away I knew something wasn't right. But it wasn't until I got the needle out of the guy and started untying him that, like, I felt like my insides were starting to get hot. I turned my head away to cough, like into my elbow so I wasn't coughing on the dude. Then I was coughing nonstop and like, each cough my head would hurt, and I started stumbling back. I couldn't stop coughing and then I started feeling like I had to throw up. I put my head back, and threw up a little and had to swallow it down. Then my side started hurting, like real bad. Like here. Delgin: In your ribs? TP: It felt like something exploded in there and cracked my ribs. I kept gagging and choking and then I threw up again. I tried to swallow it down like I don't wanna be puking all over the floor and then end up slipping and busting my ass again. I thought it was a little bit, but then it started shooting out my nose. That freaked me out a little, so I stopped trying to hold it back and I just let loose all over the floor. Delgin: Did it hurt? TP: Everything hurt. My stomach, my ribs, my throat, my nose, all of it hurt. Delgin: Was there any blood? TP: Not yet, not at first. I got back up to try to help the guy but he was out, like he was shaking and he was rocking like he was about to die or something. More vomit kept coming up so I just left the room I had no idea what was happening maybe the guy was like poisoned or giving off some kind of chemical that was making me sick. Delgin: Did you see anything in the air, or smell anything? Where was the needle during this, and the plastic bag? TP: I didn't see anything and nothing smelled except the dude, he smelled like, like a homeless guy. Not that bad that I'd be throwing up, though. The needle, I don't know I didn't touch it I just pulled on the tube to get it out. After a while I started getting really sweaty and it was getting in my eyes and I couldn't wipe it away because I had puke all over my hands. I was like, I had to get outside, something in the room was fucking with us. Delgin: How did you alert the others? TP: What others? Delgin: Your friends outside. They started screaming and called the police saying people were getting sick and vomiting everywhere. TP: I didn't call out to them. I got out into the hall and then my legs went. I didn't hear them snap but they felt like they just broke into pieces and I hit my head on the wall and went out like a light. I didn't talk to anybody else. Delgin: This was around 4:20, you said? 4:20 PM? TP: Yeah, I remember because one of my friends outside was shouting, like "Yo, T████, 420, bitch! Get moving! 420!" So I checked my phone it was 4:20 right before I heard the guy's voice. Delgin: The guy calling for help TP: Yeah. Delgin: The first 911 call came in at 4:24 PM. You're saying no one heard you or saw you? TP: I don't see how. The guy was beside a window but the window was like, that thick kind like they got that looks like ice and you can't really see through. It was like that. Plus the lights were out so I don't know how anyone could've seen anything. I don't know how they knew, maybe someone came up and found me unconscious and called 911. 911 Transcript – hide block Dispatcher: 911 [REDACTED] what is your emergency? Female: Hello? We need help, we're at [REDACTED] [REDACTED] we need ambulances now! Dispatcher: What is the problem, what's going—? Female: We need ambulances! People here are sick and throwing up, we were standing outside the [REDACTED] when my brother started throwing up and he collapsed, then all his friends started throwing up. (Gagging sound heard from the female). Dispatcher: You all started throwing up? Where are you? Female: Outside the [REDACTED] building at [REDACTED]. (More gagging and coughing). We've been poisoned or something! Someone's poisoned us, we're dying! Dispatcher: Okay, help is on the way. How many are there with you? Female: Six. (Vomiting is heard and a loud clatter) Dispatcher: Ma'am? (Scraping and clattering) Dispatcher: Ma'am, are you still there? Male voice: Hello? Dispatcher: Ma'am? Sir, is the person I was speaking to still there? Male: She's sick, she's bleeding, everybody here's bleeding! Dispatcher: Okay, did you see anything or was there someone who attacked you? Male: No, she's bleeding! Nobody did anything, we're all just chilling and suddenly we're all throwing up and bleeding and dying! Dispatcher: Okay, sir, I have medical help on the way, just stay on the line with me and tell me exactly what happened. Male: Nothing happened, we just got sick! We didn't— (Loud scream heard in background, followed by wind and another loud clatter). Dispatcher: Sir? What's happening now, sir? Caller disconnects. Addendum-4: Proposals are being drawn up and discussions between the associated site directors is scheduled to take place at Site-19 on 4/20/2020 6/9/2020 4/20/2021 4/20/2022 6/9/2022 Further discussion on the relocation of SCP-4692 have been postponed indefinitely. Footnotes 1. Estimated to be within a 1 and 1.2 meter radius |
SCP-4693 | safe | CLICK BELOW FOR MORE HOMKING GOOD TIMES WITH THE SWAG MAN ▸ More by this Author ◂ {$comments2} F.A.Q. {$doesthisfixthebug} Item#: 4693 Level1 Containment Class: safe Secondary Class: none Disruption Class: dark Risk Class: notice link to memo A mobile screenshot of an SCP-4693 stream appearing on Twitch before removal. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation operatives employed by Twitch Interactive are to constantly search streams, channels, and chats for evidence of SCP-4693 activity. If a livestream is found, agents are to end the broadcast, trace the location and send MTF Kappa-56 ("Fowl Play") to attempt recovering of SCP-4693-1 instances if possible. If a large number of spectators have participated in an SCP-4693 stream, Foundation employees are to argue the authenticity of the scenes depicted using disinformation campaigns. Description: SCP-4693 are Twitch broadcasts featuring various gymnastic and trapeze acts performed by a group of Gallus gallus domesticus1 chicks, approximately 3 weeks old. These chicks, designated SCP-4693-1, are physically identical to non-anomalous chicks, save for a glossier plumage and their extreme athletic abilities. Notably, SCP-4693-1 seem incapable of chirping as per typical of chicks of this age, instead, making a low-pitched grunting noise. It has not been confirmed whether all broadcasts feature the same chickens or if each broadcast contains different individuals. When broadcast sources are found and raided, only streaming devices and small scale trapeze equipment have so far been found. No SCP-4693-1 instances have been physically retrieved to date. Twitch channel names are typically a variation of the name "Frangos Manos"2 often accompanied with many spelling errors or incoherent text. There have been 68 Twitch livestreams featuring SCP-4693 since its discovery. <<<<< Excerpt from SCP-4693 livestream>>>>> >>>>>Excerpt from SCP-4693 livestream<<<<< Livestream: July 9th 2017 Title: "tore d e giiro1!,. frongas mamos" An off-beat drumroll is heard in the background as an SCP-4693-1 instance is seen balancing on its beak, claws open and facing up. A sound3 comes from off-screen, before a different SCP-4693 instance drops into frame from above, landing on the feet of the below instance. The chick balancing on its beak begins flapping its wings, building enough momentum to start spinning both chicks in place while balancing. A scratching sound is heard near the microphone as the camera awkwardly zooms out, revealing a further two pairs of chicks doing the same routine. Another SCP-4693-1 vocalization is heard as an instance swings from a trapeze ring seen above the screen and lands beak to beak with the original 2 instances below. This repeats until all three SCP-4693 towers are 5 chicks tall. Just as a chick begins sliding on its abdomen across the screen, the livestream ends abruptly. Addendum 4693-1: On 04/20/2018, an SCP-4693 livestream was detected and traced to be broadcasting from a location extremely close to MTF Kappa-56's current deployment location. Agent K/3 was sent by Kappa-56 Supervisor Kent to the source of the broadcast to attempt retrieval; see below transcript for details. TRANSCRIPT OF A-K56/3'S HEADCAM FOOTAGE Agent K/3's left hand crosses camera's view, having just activated their headcam; their right hand appears to be holding a medium-sized net. They are walking towards a shed behind a partially demolished house. AK/3: "-en. I'm telling you, these things aren't even physically real. We only see them online, we've never even recovered a fucking feather before." SUP: "Yes, we've all heard your theory, Three. Let's just concentrate on clearing the location for now okay?" AK/3: "Tell Chang he owes me, I was on the toilet for god's sake… Okay, coming in on last known broadcast location." SUP: "Copy that, Three. You can tell Chang yourself when he gets back from that jetskiing duck assignment." Agent K/3 reaches the shed's door, prying it open slowly. The small room is lit by a ring light attached to a video camera, hooked into a laptop. Approximately sixteen SCP-4693-1 instances are on a table in the center of the room, now staring at Agent K/3. AK/3: "Well… Fuck me turnways." SUP: "Okay, Three. You need to slowly ap—" An SCP-4693-1 instance vocalizes human speech, this is the first time this ability is observed. Unidentified SCP-4693-1: "Merda! Corra irmãos!"4 All SCP-4693-1 instances scatter randomly across the room. Agent K/3 appears to dive toward the table, net extended. An SCP-4693 instance flips forward over the net and runs up the handle towards Agent K/3's hand. Unidentified SCP-4693-1: "Vá embora, idiota!5" Instance pecks Agent K/3's fingers, drawing blood and causing them to drop the net. This instance is later identified as this group's leader, tentatively designated SCP-4693-1A. AK/3: "Ow! Sup, these things peck hard!" SUP: "Noted. Three, you need to retrieve at least one of those chicks. We don't know if we'll get another chance like this." AK/3: "I'm trying here!" Agent K/3 repeatedly attempts to grab an individual SCP-4693-1 whilst being pecked by another, however, the instance repeatedly escapes their grip. AK/3: "These -ow! These fuckers are strong! They- Ouch! Jesus— They just keep popping themselves out of my hands, for fu-." SCP-4693-1A: "Carlito, Pablo! Pegue a rede!"6 Unidentified SCP-4693-1's: "Está bem!"7 Two SCP-4693-1 instances approach AK/3's net and manage to place it halfway on a box placed on the room's floor while SCP-4693-1A appears to defecate on the ground. AK/3: "Hey, stop that!" Several SCP-4693-1 instances clamber onto the table. SCP-4693-1's: "Hup! Hup! Hup!" Agent K/3 appears to sweep his hand across the table, attempting to grab the chicks. All SCP-4693-1 instances flip over the agent's arm simultaneously. SCP-4693-1's: "Hup!" SUP: "Three, what's happening?" The group of SCP-4693-1 jump off the table and onto the end of the net, still placed on the box. This flips the net upward and toward Agent K/3's head. SCP-4693-1's: "Hup heyy!" Agent K/3 struggles as the net covers their face, seemingly slipping and hitting their head on the table, falling unconscious. Headcam footage is blocked by Agent K/3's hand. Unidentified SCP-4693-1: "Vamos… Mamãe vai nos matar."8 Agent K/3 was recovered with a mild concussion and minor dermal lacerations. Recovered items were non-anomalous streaming gear, a video camera, small-scale trapeze equipment and a gift basket filled with maize containing a note reading "Desculpe o incómodo ~ Mama"9 in barely legible handwriting. Analysis of the scene seems to indicate that the agent slipped on fecal matter left by SCP-4693-1A. While no further SCP-4693 livestreams have been broadcast, investigations into the current location of SCP-4693-1 are still ongoing. Footnotes 1. Domestic Chicken 2. Roughly translated to "Chicken Brothers/Bro’s" 3. The sound has been described by viewers as a "Hup!" or "Hop!" 4. Later revealed to be Portuguese: "Run brothers!" 5. "We're busy, asshole!" 6. "Carlito, Pablo! Get the net!" 7. "Okay!" 8. "Let's go… Mom's gonna kill us" 9. "Sorry for the trouble ~ Mama" |
SCP-4694 | keter | Figure 1: SCP-4694-L343 (Morphy Richards Turbo Steam iron model 40694 (AKA a “Likeness")) Item: SCP-4694 Special Containment Procedures: Containment focuses on minimising civilian exposure to SCP-4694, discrediting the organisation through disinformation campaigns, and sanitising all references to SCP-4694 wherever they arise. Where exposure has already occurred, anti-memetic deprogramming protocols within existing civilian cult/indoctrination survivor support networks should be utilised. All reindoctrination research results should be notified to the Lead Project Parapsychologist. SCP-4694-L instances (see Figure 1) should be recovered where possible and secured in sight/sound-proof containers at the site most local to recovery. There are no plans to contain the Cherished Leaders. Description: SCP-4694 is an emergent para-dimensional phenomena manifesting in this reality as a multi-level marketing company (MLM). SCP-4694 is characterized by an extreme personality cult built around the “Cherished Leaders,” an as-yet unidentified collective who direct and control members (known as “Associates”) through both mundane peer pressure, cult programming and anomalous positive/negative reinforcement. The primary purpose of mundane MLMs is the generation of revenue through the recruitment of new members. SCP-4694’s primary purpose is unknown, although recovered media and promotional material suggests the importance of belonging and family values. > PryMaid Media Hide PryMaid Media Infomercial: Transcript: Female Voiceover: "PryMaid: the Generation of Happiness. Prymaid is the world's fastest growing company, with more than three million Associates in the US alone. Recognition Day is our way of saying, "Thank you for believing in us," but even more, "Thank you for believing in yourselves." As a Recognized Associate, you'll take part in self-affirming, positive action such as Family Blessings, corporate off-world learning opportunities and, if you're an infertile human male, familial role repositioning. PryMaid: the Generation of Happiness." Visual Media: PryMaid Promotional Material Hide PryMaid Media SCP-4694 Sub-classes: New Associates (SCP-4694-A) Exposed to mild-medium memetic effects comparable to indoctrination. Recognised Associates (SCP-4694-RA) Fully indoctrinated into the PryMaid organization. Exposed to highly anomalous phenomena. Likenesses (SCP-4694-L) Morphy Richards Turbo Steam electric irons, model 40694. Thought to act as a conduit between Associates and the Cherished Leaders. Play a focal role in daily life. The Cherished Leaders (SCP-4694-CL) Locations, identities, numbers and motives are unknown. It is not proven that the Likenesses and the Cherished Leaders are not one and the same. To date, the Foundation has assisted the defection of fifteen Associates. None describe their experiences within SCP-4694 as out of the ordinary or unusual. In December 2016 field agent Aaron Zachary successfully infiltrated the organisation by befriending a known female Associate (codename "Autoship"); following is an extract of his outbound communications. Date/Time: Comms 2016-10-18 10:17 Now FB friends with Autoship. These guys usually recruit out of their social/ family/work networks so now I'm just waiting for the inevitable “money message." 2016-11-01 13:26 It’s here in my inbox - Autoship has an "exciting new lifestyle opportunity" for me – as expected, I’ve been invited to a “PryMaid Party.” 2016-11-06 21:57 PryMaid Party was… Odd. They just buy and sell electric irons to each other. At a cost of $3400 in set up costs I am now an Associate. 2016-11-24 Autoship set me my first challenge. Like homework. Write down nine things I want PryMaid to help me achieve. 2016-12-01 Challenge #4, write down 27 things I don't like about myself. Share on PrySpace.1 2016-12-25 19:11 Christmas. Autoship has irons in her kitchen, her bedroom, her bathroom. No TVs, just irons where the TVs should be. Her Nativity Scene? Three Wise Men overlooking an electric iron in a manger. An electric iron Baby Jesus. Go figure. 2017-04-27 06:30 We have a Recognition Day in June. I'll become a fully fledged Associate. God bless America. This week's challenge: Post a video about the top eight hundred things you hate most about the non-PryMaid authority figures in your life. Done and done. 2017-06-29 02:35 Final challenge this week: find all skin care products in the house and bury them. Random, but done. Recognition Day tomorrow. The Cherished Leaders are going to be there. The Cherished Leaders. I feel sick. 2017-06-29 03:37 We’re on the Greyhound. On our way. Butterflies, nausea, excitement. I’ll try to remember to record it for y’all. Can't wait to see the Cherished Leaders. 2017-06-30 06:27 Vegas. There are thousands of us here. Wow. Recognition Day. We’re actually going to meet the Cherished Leaders. My wife would love this. I know she doesn't get it yet, but she will. 2017-06-30 07:45 It's starting. Here we go. : > 2017-06-30 Recognition Day Audio-Visual Log - 2017-06-30 Recognition Day Audio-Visual Log Location: Las Vegas Convention Centre, Las Vegas, Nevada, US Date: 2017-06-30 00:34:37 Agent Zachary and Autoship are standing in the front row of a large auditorium with a semi-circular stage immediately in front. A female self-identified as Janey Goodwill is addressing the audience. Zachary turns to take in a panorama shot; there are approximately eight thousand people in the crowd. Janey Goodwill: How are you all today? Cheers from the audience. Janey Goodwill: Are you making money today? Cheers from the audience. Autoship: This is amazing! I always (indistinct). Janey Goodwill: Do you know why you're here today? Many indistinct responses from the audience. Janey Goodwill: You're here because you're winners. You're here because you're PryMaid's newest stars - and talking of stars – The auditorium lights brighten and a large projection screen displays the words "Is The Sky The Limit? NO SIR!" Janey Goodwill: A whole load of science tells us that we are born of stars and suns and galaxy dust. We come from the stars. Isn't that something? Audience cheers and claps. Janey Goodwill: Where do we come from? Audience responds with shouts of "We come from the stars!" Janey Goodwill: Everything, from the tiniest flea to the biggest whale, comes from the stars. There are so many exciting business opportunities right now! Audience claps and cheers. The screen displays the phrase "All Life Is The Same." Janey Goodwill: All life is the same. All life is the same. Our message goes out to everybody, and everybody and everything responds to that message. Everybody loves us. If they don’t, they just don’t know it yet. Applause. Janey Goodwill: Or… (lights dim) Maybe there are those who really don’t love us. They know about belonging, but they don't belong. They know about love, but they don't love. They. Don't. Love. Do you want someone like that in your life? Audience boos and catcalls. Janey Goodwill: Negative thinkers? Cut them out. Just cut them out. They don't exist. They don't exist. Doesn't matter if it's your husband, your wife, your daughter, your pastor - even Jesus Himself. They will try to drive a wedge between you and PryMaid – between you and everything you love, everything you belong to, and they will bring you down. They will bring you down. Audience jeers and catcalls enthusiastically. Janey Goodwill: It's so important to fill your life with positivity. Positive people, positive messages - because negativity grows like a cancer, like an old man's cancer that spreads from a photograph taken at a wedding reception when he didn't even know he had cancer, and it engulfs everything. The people in the photograph, the photograph itself, the photo frame, the mantelpiece it sat on, the arthritic pet dog that moved too slow to escape the metastasis as it overtook the room… And then the walls, the roof… The whole house… Eventually the whole world. Eventually the whole universe. All riddled with cancer. All bloating and blossoming and bubbling away. And then who knows where. Lights dim. The screen displays the message, "Apostasis - Downlines - Eternity" Janey Goodwill: Positivity is a living thing. And when you lose positivity, it dies. Goes to an awful place, a terrible place, and it dies. If I showed you that place - you would know. You would know how important it is to follow our path. The screen displays the message, "V-SC LC B7-M988-T935-H537 Welcomes New Guests Helena Jeffers, Abeo Akintola and [REDACTED]" Autoship: That's me! Why's my name up there? I don't - Janey Goodwill: - want that negativity in my life. Do you? Audience murmurs; words are indistinct. Autoship: What does that mean? Why's my name up there? Agent Zachary: Special recognition? Maybe (indistinct). Autoship: No. I don't - no, this doesn't feel right. This - can we - I want to go home. I want to go home. Janey Goodwil: Truth is, some are already there. Autoship: I want to go home. Janey Goodwill: You turn away from PryMaid and all bets are off. All bets are off. Autoship: Three point one four one - For the next ninety six hours Autoship accurately recites Pi to 300,000 places. Janey Goodwill continues to present to the audience (details lost due to noise interference from Autoship). Neither Autoship's behaviour nor the time taken is acknowledged by Goodwill, Zachary or any other attendees at any point. After ninety six hours Autoship's vocalisations cease abruptly. Janey Goodwill: (audio recording becomes clearer) - but that's why you're here right now. You're here to be recognised. You're here for Recognition Day. Applause. Janey Goodwill: You'll recognise - and be recognised by - other Recognised Associates. Today, you and your descendant/ascendant genetic material contemporaries will be forever bonded with the PryMaid family. It's like carrying a photograph of your wife or husband in your wallet or purse, but it's with you all the time. It's kinda like a secret handshake… But don't just take my word for it… Because… Audience hushes. Janey Goodwill: Because… Audience becomes silent. Janey Goodwill: Because… I have three very very very special guests here right now… I think it's fair to say I idolise these amazing, caring, generous guys. I think you will too. Thing is, they're kinda shy. Can you do something for me? Audience cheers. Janey Goodwill: I need all cell phones, all cameras, all recording equipment turned off. No exceptions, no excuses. We'll know if you don't. Noise as a large number of cell phones are switched off. Janey Goodwill: Thank you all. Now if you've taken any analgesics today, prescribed or otherwise, please make your way to the back of the auditorium where a designated helper will be able to assist. No exceptions, no excuses. We'll know if you don't. Noise as a number of the audience move to the back of the auditorium. Janey Goodwill: Okay guys… Are you ready to meet them? Lights in auditorium start to dim. Audience erupts into applause and cheers. Janey Goodwill: I said (shouting) are you ready to meet them? They've come a long, long way to be with us here today. So please, please, please give it up for the Cherished Leaders! Come on, make some noise! Let them know you love them! Audience responds rapturously, including Agent Zachary. 96:56:06 All lights in the auditorium switch off. Multiple spotlights switch on and "sweep" over the audience whilst the screen rises away; behind the screen are revealed three 9 meter tall SCP-4694-L instances facing out towards the audience. The audience cheers. Video is lost from this point. Voiceover: And now, a personal message from the Cherished Leaders… The following abridged file contains 68 seconds of audio. The full recording continues for a further 131 hours. At the 227:26:02 mark, Autoship can be heard pleading for two minutes. The remainder of the audio consists of prolonged vocalisations of distress over repeated bursts of sibilance. The audience applaudes throughout. The recording ends at the 368:21:44 mark. . Agent Zachary has made no further attempt to contact Autoship, and Foundation operatives have been unable to reinitiate surveillance. Within three weeks Zachary had recruited his wife, three children and extended family into the PryMaid organisation. On 2017-10-30 Zachary was amnesticized to remove sensitive Foundation knowledge and taken into Foundation custody. The following is an excerpt from a series of interviews relating to his experiences within PryMaid. > Interview w/Agent Zachary #034 - Interview w/Zachary Date: 2017-11-11 Location: Site-83 Interviewer: Lead Project Parapsychologist Dr Jacob Bufirst Interviewee: Agent Aaron Zachary (redesignation pending) Notes: Zachary believes himself to be undergoing a self-funded post-Recognition Day orientation workshop. Dr Bufirst: Hi Aaron. Today I'd like us to go through a typical day. Zachary: Great. What day is it today? Dr J Bufirst: Wednesday. Zachary: Yeah, Wednesdays are special. Wednesdays we perform the Family Blessings. Dr J Bufirst: Explain it like I’m new. Zachary: I call it "Brand Loyalty." Cyndie thinks it's in bad taste but whatever. Wednesdays are like mini Recognition Days but just for us - myself, Cyndie, the kids. We use the basement. I put an icebox in and we were good to go. Dr Bufirst: Why the basement? Zachary: Easiest to soundproof. Dr Bufirst: Soundproof? Zachary: The Family Blessings really help us gel as a family – but you don’t get that without a few tears along the way. You know what five year olds are like. Dr Bufirst: You mentioned an icebox? Zachary: Yeah that’s for after the Family Blessings - after we've used the Likenesses. Dr Bufirst: I don't follow. How do you - ? Zachary: Easiest if I show you. Zachary stands up and starts to unbutton his shirt. Zachary: We all have the Likenesses in our homes. They watch over you in the kitchen, in the car, in the shower. Sometimes though that isn't practical. Can’t go swimming with a Likeness (laughs). This way the Cherished Leaders are always with you, always. Damn buttons. Zachary fumbles with shirt and exposes torso, chest, shoulder and upper arms. Dr Bufirst: You look normal enough. Zachary: Yeah. I have to want you to see or you won't. After Recognition Day, you can see - you can recognise other Associates everywhere - you see it all over them - it's like we're taking over. You starting to see? Looks beautiful on the kids. You remember ”Brand Loyalty?” Well this bit's “Brand awareness.” Emphasis on brand. Silence for seven seconds. Dr Bufirst: Jesus God. : > Zachary Aftercare - Zachary Aftercare Figure 5: Zachary post-containment. Zachary has requested access to an SCP-4694-L instance to continue the Family Blessings. Request is currently pending approval from the Ethics Committee. On 2018-11-27 Zachary disappeared from his containment unit. He reappeared six hours later in a state of extreme distress; in his possession was a Televono Telefex Vivisect 4 smartphone, which he states he had been given to take video footage of a PryMaid "Learning Camp" at an unknown location. His disappearance was allegedly an unscheduled reward from PryMaid for "services rendered." He was unable to confirm the nature of his breach. The following audio clip was recorded at the Learning Camp. Transcript: Factory noise. Female Voiceover: "All life is the same. All life is the same. Work towards Freedom. Advanced Warning! Limb pruning in Sector 8-8-3-7-3-6-3. Please leave all surplus skin in the green receptacles. You are here because your unborn children betrayed you." > Interview w/Zachary: Learning Camp -Zachary Learning Camp Date/Time: 2018-11-27 11:30 Interviewer: Lead Project Parapsychologist Dr Jacob Bufirst Interviewee: Agent Aaron Zachary (redesignation pending) Extraneous Audio Omitted. Dr Bufirst: You've had quite the adventure. So what exactly is "Learning Camp V-SC LC-B7-M49-T957-H777"? Zachary: It's a prison factory. A massive prison factory. Dr Bufirst: Housing who? Zachary: Everybody. Everything. Dead Associates making Likenesses forever. That's where we all go. I saw a girl - I didn't know her, she said her name was [REDACTED]. She said she knew me. I'd never set eyes on her before. She'd been there all her life. Her and her children. Begged me to help them.. She said, "All life is the same." Dr Bufirst: Meaning? Zachary: I saw pigs there. Pigs with iron burns all over their bodies, trying to make the Likenesses with their trotters. Fumbling, dropping them. Shitting themselves in fear. Christ. Dr Bufirst: Anything else? Zachary: I don't know how to say this… Do you recall Recognition Day? The talk Janey Goodwill gave about family? Dr Bufirst: “You and your descendant/ascendant genetic material contemporaries will be forever bonded with the PryMaid family.” Zachary: (nods) They gave me the phone to show you "the future that already exists." They told me to say, "You, your wife and unborn twins say hi." At this point Dr Bufirst removes the phone from its portable unit, reviews its contents and becomes distressed. He is unable to continue and the interview is terminated accordingly. Zachary is still in containment and still regularly requests an SCP-4694-L instance to perform the Family Blessings. Addendum 1: I have a theory that no one else believes but I'll write it down here. Maybe it'll get reviewed and wiped, maybe it won't. I think - I believe maybe whatever PryMaid is, it's huge. Vast. It spreads its thoughts, its feelers into the aquarium of our reality and taps the glass and watches as we skitter and dart back into the fake plastic seaweed like frightened little fish. And maybe we can leap up and out of one and into the next, but PryMaid are there too. Maybe all the different realities are simply different fishtanks, side by side, some below, some above, some filled with water, some with blood. Some with fire, some with cement. I don't know. But PryMaid - or whatever they manifest as - is in all of them, or above or around them, and the weight of their unreality pushes, pushes down on ours. I think the phone and the cancer anomalies - SCP-2982 and 2962 - hell maybe all the anomalies we've ever known - are just signs of SCP-4694 seeping in as all the fishtanks start to crack. And you know what? Sometimes those signs are horrific, blasphemous, soul-destroying; but sometimes they're not. I guess that's the best I can hope for now, because Lisa rang me earlier today and told me I'm going to be a father. And one day my children will have children, and they will become PryMaid Associates and we will all end up in a Learning Camp forever, one big happy family. So I guess I must take my comfort where I can. Take solace as all the Things That Cannot Be come squirming uninvited into our world and invite us to insanity. Sometimes the signs are horrible, inhuman, grotesque; but sometimes the signs fail in their purpose; sometimes instead of offering horror and grief, they offer compassion. Instead of hate, hope. Sometimes they wipe our faces in their shit; but sometimes, just sometimes, they raise us out of it just long enough to know that our frightful, damaged little human lives are beautiful and noble and undefeatable. That's my hope: that even though the vast majority of the things we see are nightmarish, sometimes they're not. Sometimes they're not.. To my grandchildren. Dr Jacob Bufirst. 23rd December 2018 Footnotes 1. PryMaid social media network |
SCP-4695 | safe | SCP-4695, at the time of recovery Item #: SCP-4695 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4695 is kept in a standard anomalous object container in the C wing of Site-64. Testing is to be conducted by at least two Level-3 personnel. All tests performed on SCP-4695 must not exceed thirty minutes. Description: SCP-4695 is a red pocket notebook, measuring 5.5 x 3.5 cm. Most pages contain lists of synesthetic1 associations believed to have been written by the original owner, Maria Pollard, as a personal account. These associations take many forms, including but not limited to: Grapheme-color2 Chromesthesia3 OLP4 Lexical-gustatory5 When an individual reads an association directly from SCP-4695 (an inducer and its concurrent), they will involuntarily adopt that association themselves—when the individual experiences the inducer, they will automatically experience the concurrent. This effect will only occur if the individual reads associations from the object itself. Subsequent time spent being in physical and/or visual contact with SCP-4695 will increase the strength of acquired associations; they begin as solely associative but quickly become projective through continued exposure. An individual’s acquired synesthesia has not been seen to wear off, even when amnesticized. Sufficient exposure to SCP-46956 causes an affected subject's acquired synesthesia to materialize in the physical world. SCP-4695 was recovered in the home of Maria Pollard, located in Portland, Oregon, after she was found dead with various items of food lodged inside of her throat. Autopsy results reveal that she died due to choking. SCP-4695 was found in her hand. Police investigating the scene noticed the effects of the object after some time. The Foundation was then notified and SCP-4695 was successfully contained. Addendum 4695-A: The following is an incomplete list of associations transcribed from SCP-4695. For the full list, see Document 4695-1. Template: [TYPE] [Inducer] - [Concurrent] Grapheme-Color 2 - Blue 4 - Blue-Violet 5 - Red 6 - Purple 9 - Pink OLP 5 - A tall man with evil in his eyes. Wednesday - A soft woman. She likes to bathe in the waterfall November - A man that likes to keep to himself. He has brown hair and a beard. Lexical-Gustatory/Color "Complex" - Mint/mint green "Sunny" - Whipped Cream/yellow-orange "Wood" - Mustard/brown "Book" - Burritos/rust Tactile-Auditory7 Blinking - Camera click Sitting - A low hum, lasting as long as the position is held Walking - Apart from footsteps, the sound of leaves crunching Shaking of the head - Loud static Addendum 4695-B: This is an incomplete list of notable tests conducted with SCP-4695. For the full list, see Document 4695-2. Date: 6/8/2019 Subject: D-192873 D-192873 was a synesthete, having grapheme-color synesthesia. Subject was told to list his grapheme-color associations on a sheet of paper, and to then read all grapheme-color associations listed in SCP-4695. Afterward, subject was administered Class-C amnestics, and after 24 hours, he was again asked to list all of his grapheme-color associations on a sheet of paper. Comparing the two documents shows that he retained all of his previous associations, in addition to ones gained from SCP-4695. Subject described this as "seeing a mix of two colors in one number or word". Date: 7/14/2019 Subject: D-12873 Subject was instructed to read and copy 15 pages from SCP-4695 onto another sheet of paper, spending one minute on each page. She was then administered Class-B amnestics. Later, the assigned researcher read off each inducer listed on the page to her, instructing her to respond with the appropriate concurrent. Subject was able to recall each concurrent with 100% accuracy, stating "sometimes the effect of one leads into another. Like, you say 'comfortable', so I immediately taste chocolate. But then I start seeing brown, and I get this weird feeling in my back, which makes me hear a low moaning sound… it's disorienting." Date: 7/29/2019 Subject: D-220201 Subject was instructed to read and copy 30 pages from SCP-4695 onto another sheet of paper, spending one minute on each page. Of note is that when the subject was referred to by his D-class designation, small "blobs" of color were seen to materialize in front of his eyes. These "blobs" were blue and white, corresponding to associations in SCP-4695 relating the letter D and the number 2 to blue, as well as the number 0 to be clear, or white. Furthermore, the numbers and words on the sheet of paper he was writing on began to colorize, despite the fact that he was using a standard No. 2 graphite pencil. Afterward, he was administered Class-B amnestics. When tested, he recalled each concurrent he had read with 100% accuracy. Similar "blobs" of color appeared in front of the subject when speaking numbers and specific words. These were seen to match the associations listed on the paper. Incident 4695-8.8.19: On 8/8/2019, a test was conducted in which a D-class subject was instructed to read the entirety of SCP-4695. Transcribed below is an interview about the incident conducted between Assistant Director of Research Dr. Avery Sanchez, and Dr. M, the lead researcher of SCP-4695 at the time, who wished to remain anonymous. Date of Interview: 8/10/2019 Interviewer: Dr. Avery Sanchez, Asst. Dir. of Research at Site-64 Interviewee: Dr. M████ Subject: Incident 4695-8.8.19 Sanchez: Thank you, Dr. M████. Now, can you tell me what happened on August 8th, concerning SCP-4695? This is for the record. M: Yeah. Sorry, I'm just… you'd think I'd be used to this shit by now, but it still fucks me up. Sanchez: Whenever you're ready. Dr. M takes a moment to compose himself. M: All right. So we had been consistently ramping up how far we were willing to go with 4695. We finally decided, let's see what will happen when the whole thing is read, right? Nothing dangerous had ever happened at this point. We'd follow standard procedure, give them amnestics, see how much they could remember, and how much stronger the effects would become. We thought they'd be pretty strong at that point, seeing as colors started actually appearing before our eyes. We wondered if anything else would start becoming physical. When I say "we", I mean the research team, by the way. Sanchez: Right. M: Yeah. So, we put the D-class in, told him to read the whole thing. Everything was normal for a while. And just like before, after about 30 minutes, we started to see colors. We think that as the guy was reading the words, he thought this word was blue, this word was red, stuff like that. He associated them so strongly that even we could see it with him. Sanchez: Have you gained synesthesia by witnessing these things? M: No. You only get them from reading the book itself. Thank god. Sanchez: I see. Please continue. M: Dr. M sighs. Right. So, there's no easy way around saying this. The D-class died, obviously. First we started hearing noises. Like faint giggling, humming. We thought that was odd. And the D-class said he was very uncomfortable. He wasn't the one making the sounds. But we were committed at that point, so we—I told him to keep going. It all happened so fast after that. The colors in the air got bigger, a lot bigger. The guy was trying to keep reading, but it became too much for him. We could see him twitching, the noises got louder… one thing led to another. A black blob appeared, bigger than the rest of them. He collapsed. We could see him spitting things from his mouth, trying to breathe. We were panicking, of course, trying to communicate. But it was too late. He was screaming, spasming, and there was so much noise. The black shroud took up the whole room, and after that, he was dead. All the weird shit disappeared right along with him. He choked to death on food crammed in his throat. Sanchez: And what do you believe was the cause of these occurrences? M: Well, he read so many associations that everything became associated with everything else. It's like a chain reaction. He read a word, and that made him think of a color, and the color made him taste something, and the taste made him hear something, and the sound made him feel something, and so on. It's a sensory overload. That's why I'm glad I didn't get any synesthesia from watching. Sanchez: Understood. That will be all. Thank you for your time, Dr. M████. M: Thanks. Following this incident, SCP-4695 is no longer allowed to be tested for 30 or more minutes collectively with any one subject. Footnotes 1. Describing synesthesia, a condition in which an experience in one sense causes an involuntary reaction in another, described as an association between an inducer (cause) and a concurrent (reaction). 2. Numbers, letters, and/or words to colors 3. Sounds to colors 4. Ordinal-linguistic personification, in which numbers, letters, and/or words have distinct personalities 5. Words to tastes 6. Approximately 30 minutes 7. Touch to sounds. Note: this type of synesthesia has not been recorded elsewhere. |
SCP-4696 | safe | Polaroid featuring SCP-4696 found inside a toy box in POI-4696-1's bedroom. Item#: SCP-4696 Secure Containment Procedures: SCP-4696 must be locked in a Secure Storage Vault when not being tested. Testing must be approved by Head Researcher Eddlestone and take place under the supervision of at least one member of Security Staff. Description: SCP-4696 is a stuffed animal resembling a large, oddly shaped gorilla, currently 73cm in height and weighing 3kg. Internal inspection reveals it to be composed of a variety of stuffing materials, typical to stuffed plush toys. Signs of aging, tearing, and distended bulging caused by overstuffing are visible on SCP-4696's exterior. No identifying tags or labels of manufacture have been found on SCP-4696. Anomalous behavior manifests when placed within a 1-meter radius of other stuffed animals. When this requirement is met, both SCP-4696 and the stuffed animals in its vicinity, now designated SCP-4696-1, will begin showing signs of sentience and awareness. SCP-4696 will invariably attempt to destroy SCP-4696-1 instances and, if successful, will then proceed to remove the stuffing from its victims before adding it to its own mass. Neither SCP-4696 or SCP-4696-1 are capable of vocalization, however, SCP-4696-1 instances can be seen to be extremely fearful of SCP-4696. SCP-4696 was discovered after a video uploaded to the YouTube account "Jamies Animal Tournament"1 was flagged by online searches. ♦ Transcript of Videos containing SCP-4696 ♦ Transcript of Videos containing SCP-4696 POI-4696-1, formally known as 10-year-old Jamie Miller, was SCP-4696's former owner and creator of the "Jamies Animal Tournament" Youtube account. Numerous interviews have cleared them of any anomalous abilities with POI-4696-1 insisting to have found SCP-4696 on the street outside their school. The Miller Family has been placed under constant surveillance to monitor for potential future anomalous activity. The following is a transcript from POI-4696-1's first video featuring SCP-4696. Video begins showing a boy's room with a variety of stuffed animals in the background. POI-4696-1: "—ming a video, Mom!" Muffled sounds of a female voice. POI-4696-1: "Okay! Hey, guys! Welcome back to my— to my channel! Thanks for eighteen subscribers and for your comments on my last video of Tiger X vs Killoala!" POI-4696-1 walks off camera for 4 seconds POI-4696-1: "So today I have a big surprise, I have found a new warrior!" POI-4696-1 places SCP-4696 in view of the camera, SCP-4696 looks pristine condition apart from small tear near its mouth. POI-4696-1: "This is Gronk! Coming from the wild jungles of Africa, his strongness is unmatched and is ready to fight to the death here in Jamie's Animal Tournament!" POI-4696-1 makes crowd noises POI-4696-1: "I guess this video is just to introduce him and also to make an announcement. Since the newest tournament barely began yet, I've decided to begin— to restart it again so that Gronk can take part. So yeah!" POI-4696-1: "I'm gonna end the video now but I will record a battle right after dinner and upload it tomorrow! See you guys next time! Rooooar!" POI-4696-1 performs a roar as their video outro. SCP-4696 appears to tilt slightly. The following is a transcript from a video titled "GRONK VS RHYNOR!! SOMEBODIES(sic) ARM COMES OFF!!!. Video begins showing the surface of a table. SCP-4696 can be seen on the left and a rhinocerus-like stuffed animal on the right. POI-4696-1: "Hey, guys. I just wanna say thanks for 20 subscribers. I'm really happy for your support and also 'Beepbeep55' asked me a question 'What animal do you think your teacher would be?'… I think… she would be a — POI-4696-1 struggles to contain laughter. POI-4696-1: I think she'd be a Turkey. POI-4696-1 bursts into laughter and steps away, composing himself. POI-4696-1: "Anyway, let's begin the fight. Ladies and Gentleman today's battle will be between the newbie, Gronk… Versus the mighty Rhinor! Gronk is gonna have a tough time because Rhinor almost made it to the finals last tourma—tournament!" POI-4696-1 emulates crowd noises. POI-4696-1: "Now let's get ready to battle! Three. .. Two… One… Fight!" POI-4696-1 proceeds to use his hands to simulate a fantastical fight between the two stuffed animals, featuring acrobatic flips and attacks, with occasional commentary added Data removed for brevity. At the 2:33 mark, A punch "landed" by SCP-4696-1 visibly tears the rhinoceros' arm off POI-4696-1: "Woah, what?! That's never happened before! hahaha" POI-4696-1 moves SCP-4696 toward the rhinoceros giddily making it "eat" the stuffing, emulating chewing sounds and stuffing a small amount into the existing tear near its mouth. POI-4696-1: "Oh my gosh! Gronk is eating all the guts out of Rhynor's arm! Nobody can stop this monster!" POI-4696-1 proceeds to "pin" the rhinoceros in a manner similar to popular wrestling shows. POI-4696-1: "One! Two! Threeee! Gronk wins!" POI-4696-1 emulates crowd noises POI-4696-1: "Thanks for watching, liking and subscribing! Tune in next time for another battle in Jamie's Animal Tournament!" POI-4696-1 performs a roar as the video outro. The following is a transcript from the fourth video featuring SCP-4696, titled "GRONK VS TIGER X!! FORMER CHAMP MEETS HES (sic) MATCH!!. Video begins showing the empty surface of a table. POI-4696-1: "Ladies and Gentlemen, today's match is a big one! The former tournament champion, Tiger X, will be fighting the unsp—unstoppable killing machine, Gronk!" POI-4696-1 brings a stuffed tiger into view from the left of the screen. POI-4696-1 as "Tiger X": "I have heard many things about you Gronk. But today you will not win!" POI-4696-1 walks SCP-4696, looking noticeably larger, from the right of the screen. POI-4696-1 as "Gronk": "Gronk want guts! Gronk want guts!" POI-4696-1 as "Tiger X": "Never, beast!" POI-4696-1: "Okay, guys… Only one way to settle this! Three… Two… One… Fight!" Data removed for brevity. At the 2:01 mark, POI-4696-1 has placed SCP-4696 on the "top rope" which is a shoebox placed on the table. POI-4696-1: Oh no! It looks like Gronk is gonna do his new finishing move! The Gut Squash! Close examination reveals the stuffed tiger attempting to move out of the way as POI-4696 flips SCP-4696 in the air crashes down on it. POI-4696-1: "Booooom!" Cotton stuffing bursts from the seams of the stuffed tiger, causing POI-4696-1 to let go. POI-4696-1: "Wha—what the heck?" Close inspection reveals cotton stuffing seemingly being drawn into SCP-4696 before POI-4696-1 picks up the camera and moves it over the scene, the tiger's fabric is torn and in tatters. POI-4696-1: "Woah… He totally exploded Tiger X… I guess that makes Gronk the winner but… Tiger X was my favorite animal. So that kinda sucks. POI-4696-1: "Okay, so I'll see you guys in the next battle. Thanks for watching and subscribing… And yeah… Okay bye. POI-4696-1 does not perform regular outro. Final video uploaded to Jamies Animal Tournament YouTube channel, titled "VID_20101004_1330.mp4" Video begins showing a boy's room with a handful of stuffed animals in the background. POI-4696-1 speaks directly into the camera. POI-4696-1: "Hey guys. I just want to let you know I can't do videos anymore… Gronk… Uhm." POI-4696-1 looks to left of screen. POI-4696-1: "I had to put him in the closet alone because he was hurting the others. I don't know if I should tell mom because she'd be really mad that my animals are broken… I'm gonna stop recording videos for a while but if Gronk calms down hopefully we can make more better vi— Muffled banging noises appear to come from left of the screen, POI-4696-1 looks startled. POI-4696-1: "Okay I'm gonna go now." Video ends. POI-4696-1 claims that after filming this video, they removed SCP-4696 from their residence and disposed of it near a dumpster by the local shopping mall. At this point, no records exist that track SCP-4696's movements in the 2 months between the last video and the date of containment. Incident-4696-A: SCP-4696 was contained after a Facebook livestream showed it attacking a stuffed bear at a carnival. A containment team was ordered to head to the location, arriving to find SCP-4696 inert, next to a neutralized SCP-4696-1 instance. The livestream was scrubbed and cover stories were disseminated of it being a viral marketing stunt for a new toy line. Witnesses were interviewed and amnestized to further cloud the veracity of the incident. ♦ Transcript of Interview regarding Incident-4696-A ♦ Transcript of Interview regarding Incident-4696-A The following is an audio transcript of Agent Lannister (AL) interrogating the teen, named Terrance Welding (TW), who livestreamed the incident regarding SCP-4696: AL: "Okay, so. Let's go over this again, you were with your girlfriend and-" TW: "She's not my girlfriend… Look it's complicated." AL: "Yeah, okay sure, kid. Look, just go over what you saw again." TW: (Sighs) "So like, I've got the camera on Sasha, right? We just got off the big wheel and I decide… Hey, I'm gonna go ahead and win her a stuffed animal. One of those big ones, right?" AL: "Yeah, of course, girls love those." TW: "Exactly! So like, we're walking toward the booth where you throw those rings over the soda bottles." AL: "It's called a hoop toss." TW: "Right, the hoop toss, that's when we hear this little girl scream." AL: "What did you see?" TW: "We walk over and see one of those big teddy bears like— flailing on the ground. The dude in the booth is just like, standing there with his mouth open." AL: "What happened then?" TW: "I mean, at first I'm like, bruh… Then I'm thinking, there's probably a dude in there, I think I saw some shit like that on YouTube." AL: "Language." TW: "My bad. Anyway, as I'm thinking this, the big bear stands up and like— tries to reach behind its back. It can't reach, though. So, it's like, just twisting round and round until a fucking stuffed gorilla bursts out of its back!" AL: "Langu— you know what, nevermind." TW: "So yeah, this gorilla is like tearing at the bear and obviously, there's no dude inside. Its just ripping bundles of wool from the bear and stuffing it into its leg. So I'm like 'No way!', this is some Five Nights at Freddy type of bullshit." AL: "The what nights of who now?" TW: "It's a video game, about these animatronic animals going mad and trying to kill you." AL: "So at this point, you think they're robots?" TW: "Yeah! I mean what else could they be? Anyway, that's when I stopped streaming and soon after that their batteries must've died because they just flopped on the ground." AL: "Right, you're a smart kid. How about you drink your water, it's a crazy story." TW: "Nah, not really thirsty." AL: "Drink the water, kid." Witness successfully amnestized and released. SCP-4696 TEST LOGS TEST4696/01 Conditions SCP-4696 is placed in testing chamber within 3 meters of a stuffed zebra. Result SCP-4696 remains inert for 3 minutes before rapidly moving its head to face the stuffed zebra. No aggressive behavior takes place. TEST4696/02 Conditions SCP-4696 is placed in testing chamber within 1 meter of a stuffed zebra. Result SCP-4696 stands up and approaches the zebra, now an SCP-4696-1 instance. SCP-4696 picks the zebra up by its rear legs, faint fabric noises are heard as it spreads the limbs and begins slowly tearing it in half. SCP-4696-1 instance makes distressed flailing movements until seemingly expiring after a majority of its stuffing falls out. SCP-4696 begins cramming loose stuffing into its arms for 2 minutes before collapsing on the chamber floor. TEST4696/03 Conditions SCP-4696 is placed in testing chamber within 1 meter of a 'Max Steel' action figure. Result SCP-4696 stands up and approaches the action figure, which does not move. After a moment, SCP-4696 appears to "sniff" the figure before making "roaring" movements. SCP-4696 pushes the action figure over, sits down and collapses. TEST4696/05 Conditions SCP-4696 is placed in testing chamber within 1 meter of a 'Cabbage Patch Kid' doll. Result SCP-4696 stands up and approaches the doll, now an SCP-4696-1 instance, stirring on the floor. SCP-4696 is seen dragging its left leg, which has been recently lengthened due to stuffing. The doll, facing away from SCP-4696, does not notice it standing nearby. The SCP-4696-1 instance appears to be inspecting its hands and arms before finally noticing SCP-4696's presence. The doll backs up in fear as SCP-4696 slowly closes the distance between them. SCP-4696-1 bumps into the rear wall of the containment chamber, before being picked up by the neck area. SCP-4696 plunges its hand into the doll's abdomen area and pulls out a large ball of stuffing before packing it into the SCP-4696-1's mouth area2. SCP-4696-1 makes distressed movements and flails as it attempts to stop SCP-4696, striking it in the face. SCP-4696 stops and seems to stare at the doll for 10 seconds before punching a hole in the plastic molded face of SCP-4696-1. The doll drops to the ground as it appears to be choking up balls of stuffing, clutching onto its abdomen. SCP-4696 kicks it onto its back before pulling out and cramming stuffing into a hole near its own mouth area. Both SCP-4696 and SCP-4696-1 cease anomalous behavior after 7 minutes. Footnotes 1. Account has been removed following Foundation intervention. 2. This line of Cabbage Patch Kids (The Cabbage Patch Snacktime Kids), was designed to "eat" plastic snacks. The mechanism enabling this was a pair of one-way smooth metal rollers behind plastic lips which lead to a backpack on its rear. |
SCP-4697 | safe | Item #: SCP-4697 Special Containment Procedures: Research and living facilities have been built around SCP-4697, along with a full security perimeter. No access is to be given to non-Foundation entities. Video monitoring has been set up throughout SCP-4697 in order to monitor its activity. Once per week, the exterior parking lot is to be cleared of any refuse which has manifested. Description: SCP-4697 is a teaching facility located in Northern Ontario, Canada containing facilities for 525 students and faculty members with classrooms, a library, offices, and an ice hockey rink.1 It was constructed in 1905, as a boarding school for assimilating First Nations children. The building burned down in 1915, and was reconstructed in the same year as a private hospital and operated until 1946. The interior of SCP-4697 is perceptibly similar to how it appeared when it was functioning. The specific floor plan appears to irregularly alternate between the building's first and second construction.2 Furniture and objects within SCP-4697 are non-functional, with complex objects such as machines or desks being completely solid with no moving parts. Sound produced within SCP-4697 is muffled significantly, and subjects have reported frequent metallic scents, smoke, and the general presence of dust and other particulates. There is no functional lighting within SCP-4697, and attempts to rig lighting have failed. Humanoid apparitions wearing garments typically found in the region during the early and mid-20th century frequently manifest within the building, although in-person sightings are always brief. These appear to show physical symptoms of disease, such as visible pustules and blemished or darkened skin. Notable recurring entities include: Humanoids resembling the viewer's parents, who move further away as the viewer approaches and eventually disappear. Reflections in SCP-4697 mirrors showing the reflected humanoids as young children significantly thin and pale, with a remarked physical decline. Subjects have noted their reflections becoming animate to cough, vomit, and shiver. Occasionally, faint outlines of men and women believed to be parents have been noted. The appearance of an apparently infinite room containing apparently endless rows of cots with sick humanoid figures. The sounds of young children crying in bathrooms, empty closets and stairwells. A large humanoid with the proportions of a child, which skated around the ice rink perimeter six times while wielding a stick sharpened to resemble a scythe. SCP-4697 was purchased by the Foundation in 1946 after a government investigation disclosed some of its properties. Additionally, an editorial written in a local newspaper further spread information about the phenomenon. All reports were suppressed by the Foundation and their authors were issued Class-C amnestics. Addendum 4697-AAA: Containment has been fully enacted as of July 5th, 1976. The facilities have been deemed fully functional and research into documenting SCP-4697’s anomaly has begun. Research Director Quayle has been assigned to lead the project. Containment Notice 4697-AA: Additional phenomena has been documented in the area which formerly served as a parking lot for staff and visitors. Excrement, bile, empty glass bottles and human bloodstains have been found across the lot. Containment Notice 4697-AB: A budgetary request for new facilities to maintain and clean up refuse being produced by SCP-4697 has been submitted and is under review from the Logistics Department. Addendum 4697-AAB: A mass grave containing the remains of 20 adults and 16 adolescent subjects, dating from 1918 and 1919. This corresponds to official records detailing deaths at the facility, with the cause of death for all subjects having been listed as 'disease' and indicating that the bodies had been cremated. Assets have been set aside for the remains to be disinterred, identified, and reburied. Contemporary news reports on the facility indicated that despite numerous instances of child disappearance, it continued to be popular with local parents until it was shut down. Update 4697-AA: All remains have been buried in marked graves while genealogical research is done to identify any living family members and allow for a more precise identification of the remains. A new apparition was noted in the entrance hall, strongly resembling the living father of a subject who perished while attending SCP-4697. Surveillance of PoI-4697 is ongoing. Addendum 4697-AAC: Incident 4697-A - A possible burglary was noted by security personnel. A broken window has been identified as the most likely means of entry, and although no serious security breaches occurred, documentation relating to recent research had been disturbed. Further investigation into the incident is ongoing, as well a full audit of all research materials in SCP-4697. Containment Notice 4697-AA: An uptick in occurrence of anomalous activity within SCP-4697 has been noted, possibly in connection with the break-in. Further surveillance measures have been recommended by security. Addendum 4697-AAD: Incident 4697-B - On the morning of 09/19/1956, several intruders were discovered within SCP-4697. Identified as residents of Toronto, these individuals were parents and relatives of adolescents who had perished within SCP-4697. PoI-4697 was among them. The materials confiscated from them indicated that they had been attempting to perform an exorcism as described by [REDACTED]. When interviewed, the subjects were distraught and agitated and did not provide useful information. Their homes were searched, with several documents being confiscated. All of the subjects were issued with Class-C amnestics and placed under surveillance. Footnotes 1. 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SCP-4698 | neutralized | Item #: SCP-4698 Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4698-1 is to be contained using standard humanoid containment protocols and chamber specifications, with the following deviations: SCP-4698-1 is to be fed a meat-only diet, has full access to the site as long as it is accompanied by a staff member with at least Level-2 clearance, and is to have therapy sessions increased to three times weekly. Aside from removals from containment for combat, SCP-4698-1 is to give a sermon, written by Veldt consultants, twice weekly to both strengthen its abilities and to boost general morale. Description: SCP-4698 is an ongoing suppression project meant to stem the growth of the Verdant entity through actively reconstructing the deity known as Cernunnos with a mythology that supports Veldt archetypes. Primary to this project is the entity designated as SCP-4698-1, formerly known as Foundation Agent Virgil Everett Miller. SCP-4698-1 had previously been held captive by the Verdant after being assumed killed in action by one of the entities in SCP-28891. SCP-4698-1 possesses several modifications to its physiology - the growth of wood-based antlers from its skull, a colony of moss on its back integrated into its circulatory and respiratory system, and pointed cartilage in its ears. SCP-4698-1 also displays the ability to influence growth and development of certain varieties of cells at will. Chlorophyll production increases threefold in plant life within 10 miles of SCP-4698-1, and animal fertility rates rise also. Animals exposed to SCP-4698-1 show no fear response whatsoever. SCP-4698-1 did not show these anomalous properties before capture by the Verdant; evidence corroborates its claims that its abilities were latent and made emergent by the Verdant through a variety of methods. These methods included exposure to druidic thaumaturgy, intentional infliction of trauma, and genesis of a gospel depicting SCP-4698-1 as a nature and fertility god. SCP-4698-1 was recovered after a subdivision of MTF Epsilon-27 (Rangers and Druids), partnered with a team of Veldt entities, were engaged in combat with Verdant-produced anomalies while attempting to cut back plant growth in the Pacific Northwest rainforest. After defeating the opposition, the Foundation's team discovered a large war camp. SCP-4698-1 was found in one of the tents, and recognized Agent Ives as its former team member. The Foundation has begun a multi-step counterconditioning project - referred to as the CONTROLLED SCOURGING - that, if successful, should align SCP-4698-1's key traits with the Veldt. CONTROLLED SCOURGING protocol has included the following methods: Pavlovian and Skinner-style conditioning using positive punishment and negative reinforcement in response to symbols and imagery aligned with the Verdant. Surgical operations to replace the colony of moss on SCP-4698-1's back with a colony of lichen2. Daily thaumaturgic rituals invoking the blessings and attributes of Veldt deities such as SCP-2547-1 and SCP-3807. Change in diet and clothing regiment to be entirely animal product-based, including a headpiece fashioned from and made to resemble a deer skull. Construction of a ritual staff, set of scale-mail armor, and ceremonial dagger made out of bone and bronze for SCP-4698-1 to wear. SCP-4698-1 has been exceptionally cooperative with both devising and following containment protocols, even to the detriment of its emotional and physical health. Attached are relevant journal entries of SCP-4698-1, which it has asked to keep for its emotional health. The journals begin partway into the conversion process. July 12 So, I guess I'll start this off: I officially have scurvy. It's definitely the meat-only diet they're putting me on. Apparently, if my teeth fall out, they're going to put in wolf teeth to replace them. Or maybe bear, I don't remember exactly. So, that'll be fun. I'm not entirely sure what to write in here, but having it makes me feel better. The rest of the page contained a detailed sketch of a human skull with antlers growing from it. When SCP-4698-1 was asked why it chose to draw this, it replied "Boredom and curiosity." July 14 Today was shot to shit, to be frank. They did the Skinner shit, where they expose you to a stimulus and then hurt you to create an aversion. They did this before on me with electric shocks, which sure as hell aren't great, but it's not like I haven't had worse pain. Today was worse. I thought it was gonna be the shocks again. Nope. It was fucking nauseating. Literally. They got me sick and bombarded me with all this Verdant shit - pictures of overgrowth, and they made sure I didn't throw up, because that would provide relief. I hope this phase doesn't last long. August 1 So, they decided to test my abilities today. It… I don't know whether to say it ended badly, or if it was a flying success. I guess it's both, if you look at it a certain way. I know you're reading this, or you will be, so let me just say this: I've seen a lot of shit, okay? I saw Thayer and Reed get eaten alive by an antlion the size of a building. I saw the remains of a Wendigo attack on a little logging town up in Canada. I've seen a tree that compelled pregnant women to rip their babies out of their wombs. This shouldn't phase me. But it did. It wasn't the fact that the pigs turned to bone and petrified, or that the deer ate each other alive, or anything like that. I've seen that shit before. Was it pretty? No. But there was something that just - I don't know. I figured out why it's bothering me so much. It's like - look. This is how they explained it to me when I was in 2889’s weird dimension, being turned into whatever I am now. Each animal is aligned with either the Verdant or the Veldt. Some are more aligned or are aligned more strongly with their path side direction than others. Humans aren't aligned with either, but they can be. They have untapped potential, energy, aura, thaumaturgic capabilities - whatever you want to call it. They can go to either side. And this whole project is taking my potential, which has been pledged to the Verdant, and directing it to the Veldt. And for the first time, I felt myself shift. And it felt so wrong. I thought it would be like a fluid transition, a flow from one to the other, but it was like - rubbing your hand the wrong way on sandpaper. Something in me is attached, doesn't want to let go. And today, we tore part of it out. August 26 They finally let me go out into the field today. I was accompanied by this agent, Meyers, their platoon, and this kid, Dmitri, who served as our guide and Veldt mage or whatever. Smarmy little prick. He did save my ass from this giant goat-thing though, so I guess I should be grateful. Guns don’t really work on these things because a lot of them are plant-animal fusion creatures, or they have multiple brains/heads/whatever - it’s just not effective. What we do have is flamethrowers and a ton of sarin gas and white phosphorus. I felt kind of bad - these are just animals that have been warped by forces far beyond their understanding. They don’t really know what they’re doing. But you can’t afford to feel bad in the middle of it, and so I was there, killing the roots of the tree-deer and throwing IEDs like everybody else. But the more important thing is that we saw him today. Cernunnos, Pan, whatever you want to call him. The guy who we're all supposed to take down to restore the balance. The guy whose second hand I was supposed to be. Or maybe be absorbed into. I'm not certain, they weren't exactly clear when they were making me into Cernunnos' weapon. I don't know how I'm supposed to fight him. He was huge, redwood tree huge. And he moved with this grace that nothing that big should ever move with. He looked at me, and I was just - I felt hollow. Like a speck. Why did they choose me? Even if I was supposed to be fighting on his side, I’m just some guy from Georgia who dropped out of college and got disowned by his family when they caught him in bed with his football teammate. How am I supposed to be powerful? Why me? Why does this whole thing center around me somehow? Because I’m not egotistical, it really does. I can feel the balance shifting when I enter combat, I see the way the Veldt warriors look at me, and I know they’re all expecting so much of me, and honestly? The shit that I did today, they’re probably right. I’m a fucking god. But why the fuck would you make me into one? A drawing of the Pan/Cernunnos entity took up the next page. October 23 They told me that if it hadn't been for them capturing me, Pan wouldn't have woken up. My potential for magic was so off the charts that whoever found me and converted me first would basically send the other flying and wake their primal deity. If they hadn’t gotten me, the Verdant wouldn't have had its power surge, and that it’s basically all my fault. This is all my fault. It’s my fault it’s my FUCKING FAULT The next few pages of the journal were torn out. October 25 They brought in Coyote today. There was a while where they had me pray to him every day, until I gained enough power in my own right, but I didn't think he actually heard. Apparently, they told him what was going on. He knew what they were doing to me from the beginning. It might even have been his idea. He wasn't wearing the jacket - he was wearing this beautiful beaded - wasn't quite a poncho, but the beads were all made of the knuckle bones of his prey, he told me. It made this noise like rain when it moved. The whole thing was fucking embarrassing. It's like having someone who you went on one date with brought in to visit you in the hospital. Not that I - I'm not a fucking furry. I don't want to sleep with him. But I liked him, when I met him, in spite of myself. I kept thinking about him. Especially when I was taken by 2889. I've seen more skips than I can count, and he's the one that stuck. God knows why. I'm not sure why they chose to bring him in. They could have brought in Ives or Hessen, actual people who are, you know, my friends. He told me that if it hadn't been me, it would have been another century, another millennium even, before someone with my "gifts" was born, but it would always have happened. That the Verdant would get too greedy and convert someone to their side and the Veldt would lash back, or vice versa, and it would descend into war. It's happened before, when we were barely out of our cavemen years, and it will happen again. That should have made me feel worse, that humanity is kind of just doomed to this forever, but at least I know I wasn’t solely responsible. That kind of lifted the weight. I asked him what the equivalent of Pan was, on the Veldt’s side. He shrugged, said I wouldn’t know them. Apparently there’s no record of their religion anywhere - it was a Verdant scorched earth tactic, and it fucking worked. They’ve been dead for a long time now. Coyote, Set, the others, all of them are just filling in the leadership role, but none of them have the power that Pan does. Coyote described it as being that they’re all fragments of one concept, whereas Pan is many concepts rolled up into one. Hessen would get this better than I do. He also told me how brave I was, that not many mortals could go through what I did in 2889 and come out even a fraction as sane as I did. I told him this was worse, that it felt like everything I'd ever known was getting chipped away one piece at a time, that I didn't know how much longer I could hold out. He didn't say anything, but just gathered me up in his arms and held me. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I might have cried a little bit. A portrait-style drawing of 2547-1. I hope I see him again soon. October 30 Claws. I have grown claws. They're kind of extensions of my fingernails, but they curve and end in a point. The scientists are pretty fucking pleased with themselves over this. They took a test of my DNA today, when they saw what happened overnight, and apparently there's all sorts of shit in there. Gyrfalcon, snow leopard, wolf, mountain goat, rattlesnake, even a fucking mushroom species or two. I don't know exactly what I am, but it sure as hell isn't human anymore. A self-portrait of a young man, assumed to be SCP-4698-1 without its physical deviations. Due to the decrease in quality from previous drawings, it is hard to tell the exact nature of the drawing's subject. SCP-4698-1 refused to answer when asked about the drawing. November 2 I am Virgil Everett Miller. I am Virgil Everett Miller. I am Virgil Everett Miller. [LOG REDACTED FOR BREVITY] I am Virgil Everett Miller who the fuck even cares. I don't know anymore. November 3 They've got me on an antidepressant now. Which is great. Medicating a demigod is always great to do. Nothing could possibly go wrong. I just hope it helps. November 12 I took out an entire Verdant war camp today. I wanted to throw up afterwards. Not because of what I did, which was pretty grisly, but because of how wrong it felt. At the end of it I nearly collapsed and the polar bears who were guarding me had to carry me back to camp on their backs. I should thank them when I get the chance. They're good soldiers, the bears. We use them as cavalry. The Veldt followers ride them into battle. I'm not going to lie, it's one of the coolest things I've ever seen. I think I'm doing the thing my therapist talks about where I talk about something else to deflect from what I actually need to talk about it. But this is my journal, and I can write whatever I want in it. Maybe I'll come back to it later. I guess I'm ready now. Ready as I can be. I want - I don't know what I want. You know how when you're a kid and you want to go home but you're already home, so it doesn't make any sense, and your parents have no idea what to do with you? Yeah. That. I guess I just want to be human again okay again normal again Verdant again happy again. This document is out of date. View current version? Footnotes 1. now known to be aligned with the Verdant 2. more commonly found in Veldt-aligned areas and a common component in Veldt thaumaturgy |
SCP-4699 | euclid | It's so fucking noisy in my head. close Info X SCP-4699: and only the doorway remains. Author: Tufto. This is his entry into Cliché-Con 2019. More of Tufto's work can be found here. Item #: SCP-4699 Revised Special Containment Procedures, 17/01/2019: SCP-4699 is to be contained in a Standard Object Locker at Site 189. No personnel are to view or test SCP-4699 under any circumstances. Description: SCP-4699 is a door to another world. Although extensive scans of SCP-4699 has determined this singular anomalous property, no further details can be ascertained. It is unknown what type of dimension exists on the other side of it; no personnel or objects sent through it have returned, and any transmission signals have immediately been cut off upon entry. When looking through SCP-4699, viewers are unable to describe or conceptualise what they perceive; recordings only show a plain black surface. The origins and recovery of SCP-4699 are unknown. It was discovered in the Site 189 archives on 16/12/2018, with no indication of the manner or date of its acquisition. Research is ongoing into its properties and provenance. The current research team is composed of Senior Researcher Rafael Rodrigo, Researcher Sarah Jones, Junior Researcher Olivia Holloway and Junior Researcher Husayn Tabrizi. They are under the jurisdiction of Site Director Carol Summers. Addendum 1: On 12/01/2019, all regular check-in responses ceased from Site 189. No indication of any containment breaches or site alerts could be detected. A Mobile Task Force was dispatched to investigate on 16/01/2019, and found all site personnel missing. As Site 189 only contained Safe anomalies, no containment breach had occurred. Only a small number of documents were remaining on the Site 189 hard drives; it appears the greater bulk of them had been personally wiped by Dr. Holloway, but the slapdash nature of this attempt resulted in several files remaining on the database. They can be found below, arranged in chronological order. +Open file -Close file Report 4699-1, 19/12/2018: Initial Research Findings for Director Summers We conducted a series of several tests on the object; the usual standards for this kind of thing. Two D-classes were sent through, fully manned with tethers and cameras, but the cameras cut out and the tether- well, it seemed as if it had been broken off at the point of entry. But our scans are all consistent- there's definitely something behind it, we just have no way of breaking through. Dr. Jimenez would like to engage in further D-class testing, with your approval. He would also like additional funding for the acquisition of the new Hollis-Meyerson Autocams, due to their successful trial at the Unreality Division last month in exploring conventionally unreachable transdimensional anomalies. ~Junior Researcher Holloway Director's Response: Request granted, but inform Rafael that we're not made of money. I've already had to go begging to Unreality for their new toys once this month, and I'd rather not owe anyone money over the Christmas break. I would also like one of you to investigate potential origins for this thing in more detail than the initial taskforce. I recommend Dr. Tabrizi, as he has expressed an interest in manifestation tracking work in the past, but ultimately I'll leave this at Rafael's discretion. Extract from the personal journal of Husayn Tabrizi, 21/12/2018 I've been looking into the origins of this thing for Dr. Rodrigo (apparently Summers herself recommended me- no idea she even knew I existed). It's exciting to be put on this kind of detail, but I wish I had more to go on. The taskforce's notes were pretty useless- last time that part of the archives had been checked was '06, and with the differing filing systems they had no way of knowing when it arrived. I've really wanted to work here, to do stuff like this, for so long. I'm glad to have the opportunity, but it's so frustrating. I'm sure it's just my lack of experience, but this is a major breach and I really hope I can do it justice. Gotta keep moving, that's what my parents always said. We're only the sum of our actions, after all. Haven't seen Joaquin around recently. He's a good cat- I'm hoping if he likes the food I've been leaving for him, he'll be a more permanent presence. None of it's been eaten for a few days, though. Interview 4699-1 Interviewer: Senior Researcher Rodrigo Interviewee: Researcher Sarah Jones Date: 24/12/2018 <Begin Log> Dr. Rodrigo: Hey, Sarah. Dr. Jones: Hi, Raf. Sorry about, well, all of this. Dr. Rodrigo: It's quite alright. I know how hard it can be, a project as baffling as this. I remember when they got me to piece together 3005's files before my promotion here- it was a nightmare, trying to figure out everything that was going on, when we didn't even know what it was. I sometimes think the sites are too autonomous- more immediate data sharing beyond the database entries would be so much more convenient. Dr. Jones does not respond. Dr. Rodrigo: Anyway… can you tell me what happened last night? Dr. Jones: I- I just wanted to see it. Dr. Rodrigo: Sarah, we have procedures for this. If you want to do a bit of work on your off-time, nobody's going to mind. Dr. Jones: It wasn't that, I… what do you think is behind it, Raf? Dr. Rodrigo: Me? I don't know. There are innumerable possible- Dr. Jones: Not what you know, Raf, what you think. It's just a door. We know something's behind it, a real, physical place. What does your gut tell you? Dr. Rodrigo: I don't know. Someone's own private retreat, maybe? Some pleasure place? Would explain why the D-classes are so reluctant to return… Dr. Jones does not respond. Dr. Rodrigo: Why, what do you think it is? Dr. Jones: I don't know. That's just it. Shouldn't I have some idea? Isn't that what most people do? I used to. I've just been so… under the weather recently. Dr. Rodrigo: It's OK. It's natural. Happens to all of us. But I need you sharp, Sarah. Wandering into containment lockers at 2 in the morning is cause for concern, and clear evidence you're not getting enough sleep. Dr. Jones: It's just- I'm so tired, all the time, like I never get any time off, and I was scheduled for leave, family leave, over Christmas- Dr. Rodrigo: Ah, of course. I remember. Look, I sympathise, I really do, but you've got to stay with me, here. I need you to help mentor the juniors, and I need that analytic brain of yours, OK? Dr. Jones: O-ok. Dr. Rodrigo: Good. You can take the rest of the day off, but I'll need you again tomorrow. Thanks for coming. Dr. Jones: Of course, Raf. Dr. Rodrigo rises and exits the room. Dr. Jones: Any time. <End Log> Report 4699-5, 27/12/2018: Regular Report for Director Summers Still no progress on the report; however, of notable concern are the repeated nightly visits we have seen by several members of site personnel to the anomaly's chambers. I am afraid I contravened Dr. Rodrigo's orders by testing the door for cognitohazards or infohazards, but nothing came up; it's completely clean, by all accounts. Dr. Rodrigo is hopeful, however, of continued success- the arrival of the Autocams today should improve things greatly, we hope. ~Junior Researcher Holloway Director's Response: This is simply not good enough. None of you seem to understand the seriousness of this anomaly; I have a personal interest in seeing it through. I'll be coming down tomorrow to talk to you all, and inspect the anomaly personally. This will not do. Note by unknown research team member, 29/12/2018 It stares at you. It has no eyes, and still it stares. There's no cognitohazard I can feel, just the desire to know. It's a fragment of a hair away. I put my arm in it yesterday, and I felt nothing, and I pulled it back out again and it was fine. But the tethers don't work that way. So there must be an intelligence behind it. But what if there isn't? Four researchers and director looking at it, and none of us can discern a thing. Maybe it just doesn't like the tether material. Maybe we should alter it. Seven D-classes. I don't know where they went. Do we have blood on our hands? I don't know. I can't even tell if we're evil or not any more. It's just… there, all the stuff we're meant to find, and we're bashing our heads against the frame and not understanding anything. It's so fucking noisy in my head. Maybe it's quieter in there. Extract from the personal journal of Husayn Tabrizi, 30/12/2018 It happened, like we all knew it would. Someone went inside, voluntarily. Kirk Douglas, part of the janitorial staff. I liked Kirk. "No relation", he'd always say, a terrible joke but something that made him human. Old, plump, greying hair. A smile. How many D-classes did we send in there? How much blood is on our hands? We're never going to figure it out. We should lock it away and never look at it again. Still got nowhere on the origins. Checked the cameras, the shipping transcripts, the air in the damn room for thaumaturgy. All I've got is boxes and orders that could be it, test results that are ambiguous. It's so predictable and so unknown, I love it and I hate it. No sign of Joaquin. Did someone let him into the containment areas? Note from Director Summers, 05/01/2019: Foundation computers are not meant for personal use, Husayn. I took a risk when I assigned this sub-project to a junior like you, and I expected results. Obviously I was mistaken. You are hereby removed from the study of this SCP with immediate effect; report to Personnel for reassignment at your earliest convenience. The door is my project. Mine. I know you've been spying for Unreality. I'm not going to stand for this. We are Site 189, and we will get to the bottom of this mystery without their help. It's probably you, isn't it? You're the reason they've been going in droves. Incident Log 4699-43 Date: 12/01/2019 <Begin Log> Dr. Jones is standing in front of SCP-4699. She reaches out a hand to touch it, but is interrupted by the facility door abruptly opening and Dr. Rodrigo walking in. Dr. Rodrigo: Sarah. Stop, please. Dr. Jones: You don't want me to stop, Raf. Not really. Dr. Rodrigo: Madre de dios… this has gone too far. This is absurd. We are scientists. We're not going to be defeated by this mystery, or- or sucked into this fucking hole. There's clearly a cognitohazard going on here- Dr. Jones: We tested it. Turned up nothing. Dr. Rodrigo: We could have been mistaken. We've been mistaken before. Tests aren't always accurate. Dr. Jones: Maybe. It's like the stuff Husayn was doing, before Summers… everything he found was ambiguous too. Is that what this thing is? A thing that drives you mad with being so fucking banal and maddening? Dr. Rodrigo: This- no. The tests were right, they must have been. This is just a door, Sarah, a door to another world, and we'll pierce the veil without losing anyone else. The site… I should have done something sooner. Summers has gone mad, keeps insisting nothing wrong when three quarters of the staff have poured into that thing? None of them are happy, all so tired… Dr. Jones: Maybe that's what happens when you don't give them holidays. Dr. Rodrigo: This has nothing to do with me. And this isn't how it happens. Three dozen people don't just choose to go away. Dr. Jones: We're stuck here, Raf, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by dull anomalies, without having seen our families for months. We're tired, lonely. I just… I just want a little rest, and maybe, in the door… Dr. Rodrigo: No- no, look, okay, I admit I've been harsh, Summers too, but you're talking about entering some unknown, fucking, veil-thing! Anything could be behind there! You could be dead! I'm- Dr. Jones: You're going to follow me. It's what happens, Raf. There's nothing left out here. I just want to rest. Just let me rest. Dr. Rodrigo: Sarah- Sarah, no, no, please no, SARAH- Dr. Jones enters SCP-4699. Dr. Rodrigo: Sarah… Sarah… <End log> Report 4699-54, Unknown date mid-January: fucking read this already summers please Rodrigo's gone, you're holed up in your office, we're dropping like flies. I don't know what you did but please, please, open up the blast doors. I'm stuck down here with Husayn and he's babbling away about failure or something, I don't know. I have a theory- a working theory. This thing was placed here by someone, somewhere, to fuck with us, lure us, whatever. We're under its spell. We can't keep acting like everyone's being normal. We've got to try. Preserving normalcy's what we do, right? It- it has to be a cognitohazard, or something. We've faced mysteries before that didn't do this! You're like a mother to me, Carol. You helped me here, you helped me improve, you can't just break down now. I want to know what's on the other side as much as you do, but I want to get out of here, I want to breathe the air again. I just want to feel something. Open the locks. Open the locks, Summers. I just want to get out. ~Junior Researcher Holloway Director's Response: Okay, Olivia, I opened the doors. It seemed you'd already found another way out. What a shame. You're a spy. You're all spies. I have to get out of here, where they won't follow me. It's all so grey, and the lights are blinding. Beryl Liamsson. Captain John Kirby. Clement Tortuga. Veronica Noches. Malcolm Lloyd. Anne Doggett. Tai Eisenstein. These were the D-classes we sent before us. Thought I'd look it up, since nobody else would. Extract from the personal journal of Husayn Tabrizi, Unknown date. I hear them upstairs. They're coming to save us, coming to reap what's due. Olive wiped the drives, and I'm the last one left. And they'll take me back, like the others, like the anomalies. And they'll put me in a cage and poke and prod me and let me out and I'll be smiling, normal, happy, and they'll never understand, and nobody will ever understand, and it'll all be just as empty. They'll never understand. Joaquin came back. He'd just been hiding. I gave him some food, and stroked him on the head. Were we ever really people at all? ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4699" by Tufto, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4699. 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-4700 | thaumiel | Coenobita brevimanus, the species of Hermit Crab which SCP-4700-1 was designed and built to resemble. Item #: SCP-4700 Special Containment Procedures: References to SCP-4700-1 have been altered in all historical and literary references so as to appear as myth. Operations personnel are to ensure that SCP-4700-1 is both invisible and intangible at all times until instructed otherwise. The Finnfolk2 have been granted permanent asylum aboard SCP-4700-1 under the tenets of the Foundation-Finnfolk Cooperative Agreement. Containment of individual Finnfolk has been deemed unnecessary due to their historical role in containment of hostile and dangerous anomalies. In the event of an SCP-001 Failure event, SCP-4700-1 is to be deployed to a predetermined location for Deific subjugation. Description: SCP-4700 is the designation assigned to several large-scale submersible vehicles under the joint Foundation-Finnfolk command of Operation HIGH TIDE. Each vehicle has been designated SCP-4700-1 onward. At this time, SCP-4700-1 is complete; SCP-4700-2 through -4 are under construction. SCP-4700-1 is a large, motile, deep-sea vehicle resembling Coenobita brevimanus,3 a large species of "hermit crab". At its broadest point, it is approximately 5 kilometers in width; its highest point is approximately 3 kilometers terminating at a singular point along its shell. The vehicle portion of SCP-4700-1's interior consists of roughly 250 individual levels/decks, occupied by a diverse array of tall, narrow hallways and facilities necessary for maintaining the vehicle's functions and providing sufficient habitation for its crew for long periods of time. SCP-4700-1 serves as the home and capital for the thaumotologically advanced, aquatic hominid race known as the Finnfolk, (Homo aqueous)4 though the events of I-4700-01 have significantly reduced the extant population. It also serves as a large-scale military assault vehicle and weapons platform. Historical recordings and motifs are prevalent throughout the structure and decorations of the vehicle in the forms of murals. During normal motion, all components of SCP-4700-1 remain both invisible and selectively intangible through advanced thaumotology, allowing it to remain hidden and unobstructed in oceanic areas possessing significantly shallower depths than its maximal height.5 SCP-4700-1 can be further subdivided into two sections, designated SCP-4700-1-A and SCP-4700-1-B, based on function. SCP-4700-1-A SCP-4700-1-A designates the crab-like portion of the vehicle, which is responsible for locomotion along the sea floor, and for all defensive and offensive measures protecting the vehicle. The hull is made of various organo-metallic polymers6. Segments of SCP-4700-1-A have been painted and adorned with various colors, including pinks, greens, yellows, and blues forming the visage of a four-eyed human woman. Additional structural features of SCP-4700-1-A include: 130 weapon emplacements along the dorsal ridge. Direct beam emplacements on the eye stalks, used for multi-direction energy channeling and deep sea lighting. Rapid electrostatic discharge devices along the interior of each claw. A single large bore weapon attached along the bottom of the vehicle's hull. Carrier bays allowing deployment of smaller submersible vessels. Large grooved alcoves at staggered positions along the hull, emit blue light when properly powered, and repel all projectiles regardless of composition. SCP-4700-1-B Attached to the tail of SCP-4700-1-A is a green-blue corundum structure resembling a spiked, symmetric gastropod shell. When not intangible, SCP-4700-1-B refracts all light entering its immediate vicinity, creating a localized aurora due to intricately carved murals. These auroras depict various events in the history of the Finnfolk.7 Cutaway Diagram of SCP-4700-1's interior displaying the three nested cylinders. An O'Neil Cylinder, a theoretical space colonization structure which the interior of SCP-4700-1-B closely resembles. SCP-4700-1-B's interior does not align with the dimensions of the exterior crystal structure. It contains a gradually sloping cylindrical space (60 kilometers in diameter and length), which is partially hollow, connected to SCP-4700-1-A by sliding lead-lined doors. An image of this space has been attached to this document in order to aid in visualizing the following description. The interior of the cylinder consists of three hollowed out, nested, free-floating cylinders, with smoother, sloped edges. Each nested cylinder is described below: A, D, and G represent the solid cylinders. Each cylinder is 3 km thick and is made up of bedrock and topsoil. B represents the hollow space between cylinders 1 and 2. Contains a significant terrestrial and aquatic biosphere with a predominantly, oceanic, lake, and river-based ecosystems, with a singular mountain chain running across the middle of the cylinder's surface. Nomadic tribes of Finnfolk are present and were able to evade the consequences of Incident I-4700-01. E represents the hollow space between cylinders 2 and 3. It is filled with saltwater and hosts a number of agrarian complexes. These are insufficient to support the population of H. H represents a large urban environment on the surface of cylinder 3. It previously housed 8-10 million Finnfolk and was served by a transport network of current driven Canals. C and F represent intersections of hollow space with cylinders 2 and 3 respectively. They are covered in corundum and provide light in day-night circles in a similar manner to SCP-4700-1-B. I represents the hollow interior of cylinder 3. J represents the approximate location of an SCP-3703 instance, encased in diamond, and connected to a system of tubes which provide energy to the rest of SCP-4700-1. Also serves as a light source for cylinder 3. Large columns of glass enclose dual lane, current driven water highways that are attached to, and permeate each subsequent cylinder. This allows for free movement between the different layers. Additional Schematic Information SCP-4700-1 has experienced extensive and varied modification in its 5000-year history, which will be covered in full in Document D-4700-1-17. A few of the more notable modifications are presented below: Improvised desalination plants at 8 points along the exterior of the vehicle, 4 along SCP-4700-1-A and 4 along SCP-4700-1-B. Expansion of SCP-4700-1-B well beyond its original size to accommodate a large influx of Finnfolk populations due to territory conflicts with humans. Incorporation of net deployment mechanisms for corralling and capturing schools of fish during movement, alongside automated smaller vehicles. 1300 functional undocumented variants of SCP-3706. Holding bays within both sections of SCP-4700-1 are capable of inundating up to 15400 vehicles of varying size.8 Reasoning behind the absence of the majority of these vehicles is unknown.(See Reactivation Log and historical documents). Access fileserv:/S:/4700-1/records/Discovery.Log Hide Discovery Log Initial Discovery log: The following transcript depicts the initial approach and discovery of SCP-4700-1. Discovery Log Discovery Log SCP-4700-D Date: ██/██/████ Discovery Team: Delta-7 Recons 1, 2 and 3. Vehicles: Mark 4 advanced submersibles. Field Leader: Silus Smith Foreword: SCP-4700-1 was discovered following the events of Incident I-3700-032. Three submersibles were deployed to identify a previously undetected metallic object on the seafloor. Visibility in the post-incident aftermath was notably poor due to large quantities of silt and sand debris. Recon teams were directed to proceed to the target locations. Due to abnormal topography generated by both the object and SCP-3700, Recon teams descended 10 km before reaching the object, at which time contact with Recon teams 2 and 3 was lost. Begin Log [Recon teams depart from NTF Delta-7 and begin their descent. The subs proceed to dive 10 km, due to the anomalous nature of SCP-3700's depth.] [At the end of their descent, recon teams begin accelerating forwards at 15 km/h. Visibility is noted to be severely reduced due to a large cloud of silt and sand, obscuring all visibility within 30 meters of the submersibles. On the ocean floor, a distinctly large number of wrecks from varying historical periods are visible, alongside a number of non-functional SCP-3706 instances. Skeletal remains of several large unidentified species are briefly visible, before the ocean floor shifts, and additional debris obscures further observation.] [Over the course of the next 10 minutes of footage, the Three recon subs proceed towards the source of a singular large sonar ping. The dust and silt remain constant; however, at several points during their progression, recon 1's camera captures small dark shapes moving through the debris. After approximately 30 minutes of travel, Recon 1, 2, and 3 all capture images of a large humanoid hand drawing across the ocean floor, the rest of its limb obscured by the cloud. At a later point, four round sources of yellow light are visible through the cloud.] [At 45 minutes, recon teams exit part of the debris cloud into a dome of clear water near the ocean bed. Turbulence shakes the cameras as they pass through a barely visible membrane in the water. In front of them is SCP-4700-1, collapsed on the ocean floor with a 50 m hole in its side. The front half of the vehicle is unpowered and inert, the Proto-Nordic runes across its surface dark. From the hole back, runes are visibly glowing, and energy discharges are observed emanating from the hole.] [Recon teams proceed in their approach of the vehicle. The camera on each sub is swiveled in a broad arc to capture any potential details. When the subs draw within 200 m of the vehicle, significant turbulence begins, accompanied by blue streaks of light. At this time, footage and communication from recons 2 and 3 cease. Recon team 1's footage is obscured with static, depicting numerous dark shapes resembling large ocean fauna, and streaks of multicolored luminescent light. Recon one appears to avoid pursuing entities for approximately one minute before the video feed is lost.] Epilogue: Following the apparent loss of recon teams 1, 2, and 3, armed task forces were briefed and prepared for neutralization of potential hostile entities, and boarding SCP-4700-1. Recovered Materials A The following section contains materials recovered from SCP-4700-1. All documents have been translated and interpreted. Original style and/or period appropriate tenses may have been removed or obscured during interpretation for ease of reading. Excerpt Type: News Report Date: 4777 YSSS (1777 AD) Title: HOME BURNS IN SINCHIL Last night a residence in the Sinchil council area caught fire at 23:40:50. Two individuals perished, and their child, of no more than 50 years, escaped the blaze, with impact bruising under the scales. The child sustained no burns. Magisters investigating claim the source of the fire was a firelighter which accidentally ignited imbibes in the basement. The child, one Skreyja Holgata, has been moved to a proper home. Excerpt Type: News Article Date: 4831 YSSS (1850 AD) Title: TRIEMEDES LINE CONTINUES Today at 08:04:06 Queen Astrid the Kind was gifted by the Mither with a child, a day of celebration for the reception of their Heir Apparent. With celebration came joy. Excerpt Type: News Article Date: 4844 YSSS (1854 AD) PASSING OF QUEEN Great tragedy, as the compassionate Finnwoman passed due to mysterious illness. We mourn for the loss of a gentle hand to the Astral Beyond but will remember her legacy in her daughter. Access fileserv:/S:/4700-1/records/Exploration1.log Hide Exploration Log 1 Exploration Log E-4700-1-001 Following a loss of communication with Recon 1, Mobile Task Force elements were briefed and prepped for launch, and three squadrons of CTF-Delta-7 ("Spell Slingers") were mobilized to neutralize hostile defenses. Prior to launch, communication was reestablished with Recon team 1. Exploration Log 1 Date: ██/██/████ Three hours post discovery. Exploration Team: Recon 1 Field Leader: Silus Smith (R-Cap) Team: Rugio Balet (R-3, Demolitions), Sarah Ochev (R-4, Engineer), Zirron Wong (R-5, Scout), Robert Sheffield (R-6, Linguistics, and thaumotology), Jane Sandora (Pilot, R-2, Second in command) Begin Log [Radio Communications regained with Recon Team 1 at approximately 17:38, three hours after loss of contact. Video feeds remained offline.] R-Cap: "Ughh…" NTF Command: "Recon 1, do you read?" R-Cap: "Agh… roger command, you're coming through." NTF Command: "Recon Captain, what is your status? We lost visual contact three hours ago, and have not been able to reestablish." R-Cap: "Alive, for the moment." [Sounds of rubble moving and creaking metal are audible.] NTF-Command: "What is the status of your team?" R-Cap: "Great question." [R-Cap opens radio frequencies for broader communication.] "Alright, headcount: who's dead, who's alive, and who's hurt?" [All five radios of the remaining recon team members reactivate, and begin broadcasting. Several groans are recorded, followed by shifting rubble.] R-2: "We're alive cap, not that the crash did my back any favors." R-4: [With a thick Russian Accent] "What the hell hit us? Felt like a bomb." R-3: "It wasn't me this time, I swear." R-Cap: "Cut the chatter, we all took a tumble. Ochev, get the door open, we need to see where we landed. Sandora, check on the Tactical Team." [Footsteps and additional rubble being moved. A mechanical whirring is heard as the exterior door of the submersible is opened. R-2's mic broadcasts a series of expletives.] R-2: "Tactical didn't make it. Figured out why we lost control too." R-6: "How bad is it?" R-2: "Bad bad. Bits everywhere bad. Took a direct hit from one of those things, the engine blew up, took tactical with them. Its a wonder we made it… wherever we are." R-4: "Big hangar, lots of open space. Blood everywhere." R-Cap: "Loss of tactical may preclude us from going further. Command, sub is totalled, took a direct hit to the engine compartment. Tactical bit it. We're in some sort of hangar complex in the unpowered part of whatever this thing is. Long and short of it, we got fucked by a swarm of laser shooting fish, and we're stranded without fire support." NTF-Command: "Understood R-Cap. Hold position while we determine your next course of action." R-Cap: "Understood." R-5: "I got a bad feeling about all of this." R-3: "You get bad feelings about everything." R-5: "They usually aren't wrong!" R-3: "That's because you're a walking cliche 90% of the time." [Extraneous discussion removed.] NTF-Command: "R-Cap, your new prerogative is to explore the interior of the object until extraction and/or additional support are able to arrive. Document and collect artifacts, documents, schematics, and details on the vehicle's functions and its inhabitants. Your primary objective is to cross the breach observed in approach footage and identify the function of the large crystal structure. Additionally, reset your cameras. We are currently not receiving video feeds." R-Cap: "Roger command. Alright, folks, you heard the lady, pack it up, grab tactical's weapons, and let's get a move on. Wong, Balet, you've got point. Sandora and I have rear. Ochev, Sheffield, you're in the middle. Keep chatter to a minimum. We don't know who or what's here, and if they're hostile. Everyone stay close, and for the love of all that is holy, do not touch anything that's glowing or pulsing until Ochev gives the go ahead." [Rest of Recon confirms. Cameras are reset. A large open facility with racks containing an indeterminate number of SCP-3706 instances line the walls to either side. The sub is visible as R-6 rotates to capture the interior, the back of the vehicle is breached, and the remainder crushed together as if it were a tin can.] [Large grooved channels run across the room. Team members activate their headlamps. They proceed into the hangar after retrieving tactical's heavier weapons. At this time, it was noted that tactical teams were not equipped with thaumotologic weaponry.] [Dark liquid trails along the floors of the hangar, accompanied by dented metal. R-6 recovers several personal items/artifacts including a toy humanoid figurine9, several small nonfunctional square devices with cracked glass surfaces, and a case/trunk filled with waterproof clothing derived from Algal products.] [The exploration team exits the hangar complex into a series of maneuverable large hallways, which branch at unusually spaced intervals. A film of water is visible along the floor, reaching ankle depth. Channels run along the walls. Doors are spaced at inconsistent intervals and tight junctions. The team attempts to access them, but they are unsuccessful as the unpowered doors fail to respond.] [Engravings are carved at each branching point. R-6's camera pauses at each mural capturing them in detail. Occasionally side halls have trails of dark liquid leading down them, and every three or four, arrows and illegible runic script are scribbled, above or below the engravings.] [As the party proceeds deeper into SCP-4700-1, they pass a number of moving picture posters and depictions of a singular Finnfolk figure with yellow scales. Scrolling Proto-Nordic runes on these posters translate into mandates and requisitions of specific individuals who were selected for a "Holy War Against the Demons" followed by changing dates, and long lists of names. Several posters have been defaced with graffiti reading "Skreyja Sends us not to Glory, but to Die. We all go to [Coordinates Redacted]10 until the beacons are lit."] [Shadows are noted to move as they approach, Recon Team 1 does not notice this and are not informed by Command. The group reaches a crossroads branch, R-Cap holds up a hand signaling to stop, as R-5 looks down each hallway. A single doorway is open to their right, and three hallways in front. The water is darker to the right. Dark liquid is streaked along the right wall and continues down the rightmost hallway. A humanoid hand is visible for two seconds before it vanishes around a corner.] R-5: "Anyone else hear that?" [The party ceases all movement. Hooves contacting metal and splashes are audible.] R-Cap: "Everyone, in the room now. Go go." [The door to the room is moved to prevent entrance, leaving enough room for a camera to be fit through. Headlamps are extinguished, night vision is enabled. An SCP-345611 instance enters into frame and sniffs the air. Four humanoids, 1.5 meters in height come into frame. They are covered in warts, and have disproportionately large, twisted arms.] [The SCP-3456 instance walks towards the door in which the exploration team is hidden, sniffing the air, before a loud metallic bang echoes from the direction of the far left hallway. The equine turns, and emits a high-pitched scream, before galloping full speed in that direction, knocking over three of the humanoids, which scramble to follow the entity.] [Five minutes of silence.] R-2: "Well, we're fucked." R-Cap: "That may yet be an understatement, Jane. Command, please be advised, we have 3456 aboard, I repeat we have 3456 aboard." NTF Command: "Acknowledged R-Cap. Mission remains the same." R-5: "They're not serious, are they?" R-6: "I'm not one to normally protest… but this feels like a suicide mission." R-4: "This doesn't look good. Perhaps we should go back to the hangar?" R-Cap: "Negative. We press on. We've been through worse than this. Just gotta play it smart." [Headlamps are turned back on, and the party observes the room. SCP-3456 instances can be heard vocalizing, in addition to creaking metal, and far lower frog-like vocalizations. The room is an armory, and navigation hub, with a number of large bows and sharpened, feather-like projectiles, and three-pronged tridents, all of which glow dimly. R-6 explores the interior of the room settling on an elevated table-like device. A small cube is slotted into the middle of the table which emits a constant dull blue luminescence. Inverted humanoid shadows are visible, unnoticed by the team.] R-3: [Picks up one of the bows, and a quiver of arrows, and twangs the string.] "For a civilization that builds fish with magic lasers, you'd think their small arms would be a bit more… explosive." R-2: "Never underestimate the power of a good old bow and… feather thing?" R-Cap: "Any chance these are more effective than our peashooters?" R-6: "Considering what we know about the creators, and their technology and the fact that the bows are glowing, it's probably safe to assume they're magic." R-5: "So magic bows with feather arrows are going to be more effective than light machine guns and RPGs against these things? That sounds ridiculous." R-4: "Only one way to know. Use on the ugly horsemen." R-5: "We're not seriously considering this are we? This isn't what we do." R-Cap: "Desperate situations call for improvisation Wong. Not the first time we've gone unconventional. Grab a bow." R-5: "Right. On another note, what was up with those wart covered monstrosities? Have those been classified?" R-6: "They're Trows." R-3: "Drows?" R-6: "No, Trows. They're a type of fairy, mean and unfriendly. Shouldn't get close to them." R-5: "Yeah well, that's easier said than done." [R-6 removes the cube from its slot, resulting in a burst of light as a map of the interior of SCP-4700-1 projects into the air. The rest of the party has equipped themselves with the oddly glowing bows.] R-6: "Jackpot." R-Cap: "That what I think it is, Sheffield?" R-6: "If you're thinking a floor by floor blueprint, then yes." R-Cap: "Good, tell us where we need to go." R-6: "We're here currently…" [R-6 Points to a green blinking triangle in the layout. A large red cylinder is visible in the diagram.] "The breach is here. Readings say all the stairways are blocked, and the elevator is out." R-Cap: "What options does that leave us?" R-6: "We'll have to cros-" [R-6 is interrupted by a droplet of blood falling onto his face. The party takes several seconds to process before all camera's point towards the ceiling. The remains of 5 Finnfolk, previously unobserved, are suspended vertically from the ceiling by amorphous layers of flesh.] [Slowly tearing flesh is audible, and a sudden snap as one of the corpses detaches from the ceiling and slams into the table which previously held the cube. The table lights up, and previously unobserved speakers slide into place along the walls and begin playing a series of loud rhythmic electronic tones with large amounts of bass accompanied by a range of instruments not matching any in Foundation records.] [R-6 turns around and begins pressing indentations on the surface of the table until the music ceases. Everyone moves to the door, R-5 sticks his head out into the hallway. No entities are visible.] R-5: "Think they heard that?" [Numerous SCP-3456 vocalizations emanate from different areas of the vehicle.] R-2: "You had to ask." R-Cap: "We gotta move now. Sheffield, which way." R-6: "Middle Hallway!" [All 6 members of recon team sprint towards the middle hallway, and follow it.] [R-5 briefly looks back, catching the silhouette of an SCP-3456 instance behind them. They pass through a large doorway into what at first appears to be a large open chamber. It becomes apparent this is not the case, it is instead the breach in the vehicle's side. The expedition is near the top of the breach, narrow support beams cross the gap in front of them. A membrane of thick luminescent fluid prevents ocean water from flowing inwards. On the far end of the beach, 15 m down is the shattered end of a diamond tube, from which a plasma-like substance flows into the air. R-6 turns and sees a panel on the doorframe. He attempts to get it to turn on.] R-6: "No good can't get it to turn on." R-2: "Better figure out something fast, they're going to be on us." [A high-pitched vocalization is heard.] R-2: "And they sound pissed." R-4: "Let me." [R-4 steps forward and smashes the glass screen of the panel, using a crowbar pry open the device. She looks through the components, and reaches in and pulls out a tiny sphere. The door slams closed.] R-Cap: "Gonna have to cross the gap using the support beams. One by one." R-4: "Does not look stable. May collapse." R-3: "We don't have much choice in the matter." [The door behind them dents with a metallic bang.] R-Cap: "Sheffield first, then Ochev, Wong, Balet, Jane. I'll go last." [R-6 makes his way onto the beams at a slow but careful pace. The door dents further.] R-2: "We're gonna have to speed things up, there's no way we'll all be across when they come through." R-Cap: "Rest of you on the beams, slow and careful, Jane and I will cover you." [R-3, R-4, and R-5 move onto the support beams as R-6 reaches the halfway point. The door dents again, severely bending outwards.] R-2: "Think killing any of these things will buy us brownie points in the afterlife?" R-Cap: "Your assumption is we can kill them with bows." R-2: "We've seen crazier things." [R-2 and R-Cap back towards the beams notching their bows, until they are on the edge. The door bursts open and several SCP-3456 instances and 12 of the humanoids enter the area. R-2 fires one of the feathers12, slicing through two of the humanoids, and lodging in the equine torso of an SCP-3456 instance with little effect.] R-2: "Shit." [The targeted SCP-3456 instance bursts into flames, before promptly exploding, internal organs and limbs scattering across the room.] R-2: "Holy shit." R-5: "That fucking worked?" R-Cap: "Never underestimate the power of improvisation!" [The two remaining recon team members retreat onto the beams as the group of hostile entities is momentarily distracted by the explosion. Additional entities arrive as R-6 successfully steps onto the other side of the gap, helping the remaining members of the party depart the beams.] [The blue luminescence previously illuminating the breach shifts in color to a dark red. The party does not notice. Several of the humanoids begin attempting to cross the breach as R-Cap and R-2 reach the halfway point. A dull humming begins in the distance, as the humanoids press upon the remaining team members with surprising speed.] R-2: "They're gonna catch us!" R-Cap: "Nothing we can do about that, just keep going." [The humming increases steadily in volume and the humanoids on the beam pause in their chase. All hostile entities in the area look out the liquid membrane into the ocean water. Numerous ominous lights are visibly approaching. R-Cap and R-2 reach the other side with the humanoids still near the middle.] R-Cap: "What on earth?" [20 automated drones13 fly through the membrane of the breach. Bright blue streaks of light stream from their mouths, and impact the support beams, causing the humanoids and several SCP-3456 to plunge 50 meters into the wreckage below.] [Additional automated vehicles pass through the membrane and assault the group of entities on the other platform, instantly incinerating a significant proportion of them. Those that are not incinerated flee back into the unpowered section of the vehicle. They are chased by additional automated units.] R-Cap: "No time to stand and gawk, let's move. Those sharks look hungry and we could be next." [The expedition sprints through the large doorway, R-6 closes it behind them using the active panel.] R-3: "What now boss?" R-Cap: "We head to the crystal. Only option we've got left." [Recon team begins moving more cautiously through the branching hallways. This segment of the vehicle is fully powered, though signs of SCP-3456 activity are visible, none are encountered. They pass an increasing proportion of private quarters, with doors open. Several stops are made to collect documents, personal effects, and artifacts of significant cultural and thaumotologic value. (See Recovered Materials)] [Recon team proceeds for another 15 minutes following these stops until the hallway begins rising at an incline, merging with all other decks of the vehicle into a single large non-euclidian enclosure with no clear walls or ceilings.] R-Cap: "What am I looking at here Sheffield?" R-6: "Doors… they're doors." [A set of doors, with a diameter of 60 km, composed of lead-lined steel engraved with a detailed depiction of a large humanoid woman with four yellow eyes standing with arms open. All around this central figure are hundreds of engraved murals.14 A series of large mechanical clicks and whirs are audible, and the door slides inwards like a spiral, opening a 1 km gap around the edges. The interior of SCP-4700-1-B is visible.] R-Cap: "NTF Command, I don't think we're on a crab anymore." End Log Recovered Materials B Excerpt Type: Academic Report Date: 4830 YSSS (1830 AD) Despite the tragic death of his parents, and lack of access to educational resources available to other students, Skreyja has excelled in all aspects of his education, rising to the top of his class. Their recent victory in the trial of thaumotology over several competing students, and calling forth the Mither's blessing, shows great promise. [Extraneous Material Removed] Unfortunately, it seems Skreyja's rapid success has emotionally impacted his competitors in an unexpected, and tragic manner. The second, third, and fourth students were found deceased, frothing at the mouth from toxic ingestion. Skreyja commented he was shocked and in mourning of his fellow students. Excerpt Type: News Report Number: 2 Date: 4875 YSSS (1875 AD) Title: PRINCESS DESIGNS FIRST VEHICLE Princess Hege, daughter of King Aske, has unveiled a novel design for a great feat of thaumotologic engineering. She has lovingly gifted it with a name that the Mither would so heartily have approved, Ásynja-Smiðr. A great vehicle to rival our beloved Guð-Bani, and fulfill her mother's legacy. It is a rejoicing sight. Title: FIRST ROYAL FAMILY MEMBER TO VISIT THE OUTER CYLINDER. In a shocking development, Princess Hege won the hearts and minds of the many who follow the old ways when she became the first member of Triemede's line since Irena the Fiery to visit the outer cylinder. Rumors persist that she snuck away from the palace without her Father's knowledge or the approval of Median Magister Skreyja. She spent five days in the Magnificent Works, visiting and learning among those who stick to the old traditions, before staying with Grand Magister Ragnhild, who only had this to say about the young princess. "She's got the spirit of her mother, yes yes, the fire of her father, and the talent of her great great great grandmother. She will make us all proud." Princess Hege had this to say about those who roamed the Magnificent Works: "They are a wholesome, earthly people who honor where we came from while using what we've learned to make their nomadic lifestyle easier. They understand the value of the earth, and the sky, and nature. I think now, I understand the value of respecting that which came before us… there is something about that life. I think we've strayed too far from it, and many of us are sick and suffering for it. I would like to make it easier… for all of us to experience that life once more. Living cramped in tiny boxes is not what we were meant to be." Access fileserv:/S:/4700-1/records/Exploration2.log Hide Exploration Log 2 Exploration Log 2 Following the discovery of SCP-4700-1-B's interior, Recon 1 was instructed to defensively fortify their position until additional support could arrive. All elements of CTF-Delta-7 ("Spell Slingers") were deployed, and successfully disabled and recovered the automated defenses of SCP-4700-1. CTF-Delta-7 proceeded to board SCP-4700-1 using several hangar areas, and performed a sweep and clear operation utilizing blueprint layouts, and recovered Finnfolk weaponry to eliminate both SCP-3456 instances, and the accompanying unidentified humanoids. No Finnfolk survivors were recovered. Additional support personnel were brought aboard the vehicle once secured. Recon 1 reinitiated physical contact with Foundation Personnel 96 hours after boarding the vehicle. 24 hours of rest were allowed before the team was prepped for further exploration. Recon team was instructed to explore the surface of the outermost cylinder, in order to ascertain the nature of the environment, and search for potential survivors. Recon was re-equipped with Finnfolk weaponry in the event of SCP-3456 encounters. Exploration Log 2 Date: ██/██/████ 123 hours post-discovery. Exploration Team: Recon 1 Field Leader: Silus Smith (R-Cap) Team: Rugio Balet (R-3, Demolitions), Sarah Ochev (R-4, Engineer), Zirron Wong (R-5, Scout), Robert Sheffield (R-6, Linguistics, and thaumotology), Jane Sandora (Pilot, R-2, Second in command) Begin Log: [Extraneous preparations removed] [Recon team check that radio and video equipment are still functioning correctly. They proceed to the edge of the opened lead lined doors and step through into the outermost cylinder. As they step through, a second protruding cylinder is visible above. The team looks up. What is not obscured by the smaller cylinder, is visible.] R-3: "That's trippy as fuck." R-4: "Is an O'Neil Cylinder… big O'Neil Cylinder."15 R-6: "Fascinating, they built an entire world in a non-euclidian space… I can only imagine the resources and time it took." R-2: "Sounds like way too much effort." R-Cap: "You can take pictures and send them to your parents, tell them its a video game design program. We've got a job to do, let's move." [R-Cap turns to look back at where they came in. Basecamp is no longer immediately visible. It is at this time that the party and NTF-Command realize the cylinders are rotating.] R-Cap: "Well that's a problem." R-4: "Cylinder rotates. Simulates gravity." R-Cap: "Right, well we're not getting back to base anytime soon. Command, cylinders rotate. Anyone sent in will need to synchronize entry timing with the rotation." NTF-Command: "Roger R-Cap." [A large plain with a river running through it is immediately visible, with swamp and marshlands. The land visibly curves into a slight slope, forming a toroid that stretches into the observable distance. To their right is a canal that proceeds down the slope.] R-Cap: "Alright move'em out and send up your drone Ochev. I don't want any surprises." [Ochev deploys the automated drone, which floats to a height of 15 m, and follows the party. [The expedition proceeds to follow along the edge of the canal for the next three hours before the canal merges with the river. Trace signs of occupation are visible at key points along the riverbank. No Finnfolk are encountered. Shimmers of light are visible in the water, with several large shapes disappearing from view as they reach the banks.] [For the next two hours, Recon follows the river on a medium sized footpath with clear boundaries. R-4's drone detects motion in the river. Two humanoid shapes come into frame in the water as the drone swivels, before they vanish.] [They enter an unusual forest, composed of several previously undocumented species red, purple, and blue kelp. They encounter an effigy, with a human and equine skull mounted atop two sticks. Light footsteps are recorded originating from deeper into the woods, but no fauna are observed. At 5:30:00 post departure, they come upon a stone and metal ring fortress broaching both sides of the river. The walls are beginning to crumble, and the assortment of buildings on both sides of the river are in a state of disrepair. No individuals are present in the fortress.] R-6: "This is incredible… they built Viking style forts to protect themselves and intermingled Arabic, Japanese, and Greco-Roman architecture." R-5: "You got all that from a bunch of crumbling buildings?" R-6: "No No, these are mostly still intact. See, the columns, they're in Ionic order, with flutes, and filets, and volutes. I've never seen such a seamless blending of different styles." R-2: "You shouldn't have asked Wong, we're going to be here all day." R-Cap: "We're breaking here for the night. Sky's getting dark. Sheffield, look around and see what you can find. Maybe something got left behind." R-3: "How's that even work, There's no sun or sky?" R-2: "It's that green stuff all over that floating spinning cylinder. It's just putting out light." R-Cap: "And now it's getting dark. Get your bags set up and pick a spot." [Recon teams breaks, and prepares to set up camp among the ruins. R-6 begins exploring. A personal Journal, several official documents, and a historical record of the fort's functions and history are recovered. R-6 surveys what appears to be a royal decree. Translation16 and Interpretation of Proto-Nordic runes are provided below.] By order of Lord Skreyja, Appointed King the following decree is issued. All Ring forts within the Outer Cylinder, and their faen anker are to be decommissioned. Magisters and Protectors will be reassigned to other posts, or deployed in the Holy War Against the Demons. Changes in treasury management require complete abandonment of all facilities post-haste. [Below the decree is a long list of names specific to this fort which scrolls down when read. Correspondence with the official records indicates that all individuals stationed at the fort were on this list. At the top of is a header reading "Deploying for the Glorious War against the Demons."] [R-6 returns to the rest of the party and informs R-Cap. Watch duty is determined.] R-2: [At a low volume] "You saw the shadows and heard the footsteps right Smith? I'm not going mad am I?" R-Cap: "Started noticing them back by the river. I figure they'll make their move when we're asleep. Keep your bow close." [No activity occurs during the night. R-4's drone camera picks up several shadows, and movement in the bushes. They are not reported.] [Recon breaks down camp and continues exploration after 8 hours of rest. They follow the footpath until it ends, at which point they deviate into the surrounding forest. Prior to leaving the river banks, which become impassible, a large glass column is seen in the distance. Team alters course to approach this structure.] [30 minutes into the Kelp Forest a net trap, composed of thick strands of kelp sewn together and spread across a 15 meter patch of grass, is sprung. Recon team is caught in the net, and promptly, pushed into a much smaller space on top of each other. No wires were visible upon review of the footage.] [After several minutes of unsuccesful attempts to free themselves, the team regains their bearings.] R-3: "Uh, Commander Sandora, have you tried cutting it with your knife?" R-2: "I would if I could reach it. It's currently on the back of my belt, and my arms are pinned by Sheffield and OChev." R-3: "Oh." R-Cap: "Best to wait for whoever set the trap." [Ten additional minutes of extraneous conversation.] R-2: "Come to think of it what the hell Wong, you're supposed to be looking out for these kinds of things." R-5: "I wasn't exactly expecting someone to set up a net trap in the middle of the woods in a giant rotating cylinder while we're in a metal crab. This isn't exactly a standard op where we are expecting traps." R-2: "…salient point." R-Cap: "Quiet. We're not alone." [Movement is captured in the surrounding bushes. Several humanoid figures remove well-constructed camouflage, revealing the bushes are not in fact bushes. Individuals have red scales across their body, with collapsible fins along their arms and legs, and gills around the neck. Each is over 2 meters tall. They debate among themselves for several minutes. One of the Finnfolk kicks the ground and walks away. A different individual turns to the Recon team and surveys them. She speaks in Proto-Nordic.] Finnfolk Nomad: "{Humans should not be here. Name yourselves.} R-Cap: "Sheffield, what's she saying." R-6: "I uh… she wants to know who we are I think?" R-Cap: "Can you communicate with her?" R-6: "I can try." [R-6 Pauses.] "{We are explorers. We come in peace.}" [The hunter pauses for exactly 5 seconds. She looks at several of the other Finnfolk. They look back. They begin speaking in hushed tones with the individual before she turns back. She speaks in English with a thick Norwegian accent.] Finnfolk Nomad: "You understand?" R-6: "Well. sort of. Your grammatical style has changed significantly from everything we've studied over the past half-century… you've even adopted words and elements of other languages." R-2: "Holy shit they speak English." [Five seconds of silence, and staring.] R-Cap: "What he's trying to say is yes, he understands." [At a lower volume.] "Sheffield, these aren't academics. Keep it simple." [The hunter turns to the other present Finnfolk. For the next 5 minutes they discuss the situation; the speech is not discernible. After 5 minutes, they turn and address R-6.] Finnfolk Nomad: "You are leader yes?" R-6: "Uh no, he's in charge." R-Cap: "I'm the commanding officer." Finnfolk Nomad: "You do not speak high language. He does. He leader." R-6: "Ok then…" Finnfolk Nomad: "We take you to Elder. She wants to speak with humans who breach barrier." [The net is cut from the tree and Recon team lands on the ground. Spears are leveled at them.] R-2: "At the end of pointy sticks again." R-Cap: "Reminds me of that mission in Micronesia." R-5: "Aren't we not supposed to talk about that?" R-Cap: "You aren't." [Over the next hour, Recon team is led through the forest by spearpoint on an increasingly more defined path. They are led into a swamp and led along a narrow footpath to a rather spacious island among the black kelp trees. Just over 100 large tent-like structures are mounted onto the backs of large stone crabs resembling Callinectes sapidus, with blue channels across their surfaces.] [The team is led to the largest of the crabs, at which point their weapons are taken, and they are thoroughly searched. The door is opened and they are led inside.] End Log Recovered Materials C Excerpt Type: News Headline Date: 4880 AD YSSS (1880 AD) Title: SKREYJA RISES TO FINNLOR IN WAKE OF HIGH MAGISTRATE FINNLOR HELGORDS DEATH. Excerpt Type: Morbituary Article Date: 4885 YSSS (1885 AD) Headline: KING ASKE'S DEATH HONORED, SKREYJA APPOINTED STEWARD. King Aske the Wise passed on to the Astral Plane yesterday. Workers present at the time of his collapse reportered significant distress, and foam emanating from the mouth, no foul play is suspected due to King Aske's recent depressive temperament and public opinion downturns. Skreyja has been appointed Steward to rule in Princess Hege's stead until she reaches 200 years of age. The appointment came after a vote among the Magisters Council. Projections indicated the young Finnlor would not be appointed Steward, however, a number of Magisters whose votes were uncertain, cast in favor of the former orphan. All refused to comment on their votes. Skreyja had this to say following the vote: I am honored that the Wise Council of Magisters have chosen to nominate me for the position of Steward. Clearly, I am the most qualified candidate for the position. I promise, as Steward, that I will strive to improve the lives of all our citizens… and make progress towards expanding Finnfolk influence beyond our sacred home. Excerpt Type: News Article Date: 4887 YSSS (1887 AD) TITLE: PRINCESS HEGE FIRST ROYAL FAMILY MEMBER TO VISIT GUð-BANI IN 3 GENERATIONS. Princess Hege visited the great Guð-Bani, the first royal family member since the end of the Human territory wars. In yet another move of compassion, the young Finnwoman asked of Steward Skreyja that resources be allocated to refurbish and improve the defenses. A notice of rejection was issued by the Steward's office without further comment. Excerpt Type: News Article Date: 4889 YSSS (1889 AD) Title: IN SHOCKING MOVE, MAGISTER COUNCIL REORGANIZED. OLD MAGISTERS REMOVED. In a shocking move by the Steward's Office, the Magisters council was dissolved yesterday, and promptly reformed, with the exclusion of a significant proportion of the individuals who had been on the council in excess of several hundred years. Princess Hege immediately lodged protests against this move, citing it as an abuse of the Steward's power, and circumventing the will of the meritocracy. She received no response according to her personal assistants. Excerpt Type: News Article Date: 4889 YSSS (1889 AD) Title: PRINCESS HEGE PERISHES IN TRAGIC FIRE. In a heartbreaking development, Princess Hege was spotted in the Royal Archives late last night, shortly before it caught fire in a ferocious blaze which burnt the entire compound to the ground in under an hour. Princess Hege's remains could not be located within the building's remains. We all mourn this day for the loss of Princess Hege, last of Triemedes line. Our future remains uncertain. Access fileserv:/S:/4700-1/records/Interview.log Hide Interview Log Interview Log: During Recon Team 1's exploration of SCP-4700-1, all 6 members of Recon 1 were briefly captured by Finnfolk nomads occupying the surface of Cylinder 1. During the brief captivity, R-6 conducted an interview with the "Matriarch" of the tribe, an elderly Finnfolk estimated to have been born in 1062 AD. CTF Delta-7 ("Spell Slingers") were prepped for retrieval. Interview Log Interview Log I-4700-1-01 Foreword: "Given the impromptu nature of this Interview, and its informative nature in regards to the Finnfolk and their history, minimal edits to remove extraneous content were made." Begin Log [All six members of recon team enter the tent at spearpoint. The tent appears to be empty, until an elderly Finnfolk woman with black scales emerges from a kitchenette with a pot made from a large gastropod shell, which emits a low pitched whistling. Her eyelids droop, and her back is hunched.] Matriarch: {Brynhild, have them put the spears down. Come come, these are our honored guests, not enemies. The first humans to set foot in Guð-Bani and you bring them in at spearpoint. Bah.} [The Matriarch waves, indicating for the other guards to lower their spears. She hobbles and retrieves a tray with 6 cups, and pours the liquid into all of them. The other Finnfolk in the room briefly glance at each other, and lower their spears.] R-Cap: "Sheffield, what's going on?" R-6: "Apparently… we're honored guests." [The elderly finnfolk sets the tray in front of the group, and places a bowl of candy in front of them. She proceeds to speak in English with a thick Norwegian accent.] Matriarch: "Welcome, Honored guests, to Guð-Bani, our home. Come, come, I have made Algal tea, and sweets. You must have traveled long, and experienced much." [R-6 looks to R-Cap, who nods once. The team tries the liquid, and one of the pink colored rods. Minor signs of distress are noted in all but R-6. The Matriarch cackles.] Matriarch: "It was good no?" [All members of recon team nod once, with R-6 nodding three times. She cackles again, before seating herself upon a floating chair.] Matriarch: "Now, I have many questions dearies, and you have answers. You also have questions, and I have answers too. Dark things are afoot… things that have not occurred since my great grandmothers time." [Brynhild says something in her ear.] "My granddaughter tells me you," [She points to R-6] "speak the high language." [R-6 glances at R-Cap for permission to speak. He gives the go-ahead.] R-6: "I do." Matriarch: "I shall weave a tapestry for your human ears in the high language, but first… some questions." R-6: "O-ok?" Matriarch: "Good, now, why have you come to Guð-Bani?" [R-6 glances to R-Cap. R-Cap nods.] R-6: "We're here to explore… we've been studying your people's work on the surface for almost 100 years… figuring out your technology… there was an incident on the surface, and we found your… home in the aftermath." Matriarch: "And do you understand it?" R-6: "Uh… understand what?" Matriarch: "This 'technology.' R-6: "I'm, uh, not privy to a lot of those details… we can only affirm that we believe so?" [The Matriarch cackles, and slaps her knee.] Matriarch: {It only took them 5000 years, Brynhild can you believe it? Grinhold owes me 500 silver.} [The younger Finnfolk doesn't respond. The Matriarch continues cackling until she descends into a series of coughs, at which point, she resumes questioning.] Matriarch: "Is Guð-Bani damaged?" R-6: "Quite heavily I'm afraid." [The Matriarch leans back in the chair and sighs.] Matriarch: "That would explain the Demons, and the silence from the great sprawl." [5-second pause.] "Ask your questions while I think." R-6: "Who are you?" Matriarch: "I'm Ragnhild the Mad." [Five seconds of cackling.] R-5: "I'll say." Ragnhild: "What was that sonny? You want some more algal tea? Brynhild, pour him another cup. Where was I? Oh yes. I'm Ragnhild the Mad, former Vice Magister to the Royal House of Triemedes, and the first of the great thaumotologist to be purged from the palace by him." [Ragnhild spits onto the floor. Brynhild pours R-5 another cup of liquid. Five seconds pass, at which point R-5 downs the drink.] R-6: "How did you… build Guð-Bani?" Ragnhild: "Build her? Oh no no, Guð-Bani was not built, my child. She was born." R-6: "Born?" [Ragnhild sits back and closes her eyes. Lighting in the room darkens. From the blue channels across the floor thousands of pinpoints of light rise into the air. The lights begin to spin, twisting into shapes and discernable forms, humanoid shapes, places, times, and even other anomalies.] Ragnhild: "In the time before time, we lived as a scattered people, across many shores. We loved, we traded, and we fished. And all was well aboard our ancestral home… Hildaland, the isle of the shimmering crystal city." [The lights shift depicting a large island moving and floating above calm ocean waters, an obscured large organism beneath the surface directing its movements.] [The calm water abruptly becomes violent, tall waves crashing onto the island's shores. The lights beneath the surface shift in tone and color, a large humanoid hand, with red, white and purple luminescence, rises from below, and grips the island, lifting it clear of the waters, and crushing it between its fingers.] Ragnhild: "From the depths of slumber, the Tyrant awoke, and rose from the deeps. In a single day and night… he smote our home betwixt his fingers… and we were left without direction. 10,000 souls lost to the howling night." [Five second pause. The lights shift, and depict two humanoids: one is a Finnfolk with golden scales while the other is humanoid, covered in green, blue, yellow, and pink luminescent shifting tattoos with four yellow eyes upon her face. For several seconds they are alone, walking through various terrains as the lights shift. Then, an increasing number of Finnfolk are around them. Thousands of lights depict the Finnfolk building, growing, and feeding a great machine.] Ragnhild: "From the ashes of our home's destruction, a daughter came forth. The last Matriarch's daughter, Triemedes, set forth under the Orcadian sky, and took visit, one by one, with the scattered tribes, bringing them together through five brutal trials. She swore upon herself a sacred vow, to seal away the terrible tyrant… and in return, was rewarded with great knowledge of a powerful machine, Guð-Bani." [SCP-4700-1 is shown completed, rising from the ground. An enormous column of light fills the room, emanating from its primary weapon. The lights shift once more, to an island of fire and ice. Triemedes is there, with the Finnfolk. Then humans. Then men made from cogs. Then men made of indiscriminate flesh. Then men made from plants. The lights shift once more, to what is now the Ring of Brodgar.] Ragnhild: "In the fires of Garðar a last desperate alliance was forged between Finn, Man, Machine, Flesh, and Plant. Triemedes led all to the homelands cloudy skys and barren hills, and there we waited." [The next several minutes of footage depict SCP-4700-1 rising from a lake and engaging the large humanoid seen in I-SCP-3703-01, as the combined groups of humanoids are assaulted by varying anomalies. A large humanoid approaches and is hit by SCP-4700-1's primary weapon. A second large humanoid, with four yellow eyes leaps from the lake and strikes the first with a massive sword, impaling it. The lights fade to depictions of hundreds of monolithic structures.] Ragnhild: "On the shores of yee old Orkney, the tyrant was struck down, and so began the first of the great sealing wars, wherein we trapped those ancient evil things in rock and stone." [The lights fade from the room, followed by 30 seconds of silence. Ragnhild begins to cackle.] Ragnhild: "That's the legend my mother gave me when I was a wee little girl. You humans lost so much of your own history, and we just burnt the oldest of ours, so who knows if its true." [Five seconds of cackling.] R-6: "Why did you not stay in Orkney, or other parts of the world?" [A brief change in expression.] Ragnhild: "Humans drove us into the sea. It seems that even alliances can crumble." R-6: "…and the person with four yellow eyes. You didn't speak about her." [Two minutes of silence, the Finnfolk look between one another. Ragnhild's cackling ceases. She begins to speak, but is interrupted by A Finnfolk rushing into the tent.] Finnfolk Nomad: "{Matriarch, the city is in flames! Knoggelevi everywhere!}" [Tent erupts into various Finnfolk speaking at, and over each other. Members of Recon remain seated. This continues for three minutes. Ragnhild bangs her cane on the floor. She is no longer smiling or cackling.] Ragnhild: "{Silence! Grindwald, speak, and quickly.}" Grindwald: "{The city is overrun and aflame, Knoggelevi and Trows are in the streets.}" Ragnhild: "{And survivors?}" Grindwald: "{At the palace… many already taken.}" [Ragnhild is quiet for five minutes before looking back to the Recon team members.] Ragnhild: "You lied before when you said you were just explorers. State your true purpose." [R-6 looks to R-Cap, he hesitantly nods.] R-6: "We're with an international organization that contains and protects mankind against… anomalies." [30 seconds of silence.] Ragnhild: "You do as we once did… you know of the Knoggelevi?" R-6: "We've had our fair share of encounters." Ragnhild: "Then you know of their terror." [Five-second pause.] "We do not have the numbers to take back the homes of our brothers and sisters if what Grindwald said is true. Grindwald, take your brothers, go cross every river, every lake and great sea. Rouse those who remember the old ways." [Grindwald and several male Finnfolk leave the tent.] Ragnhild: "Human… we find ourselves once more in desperation, turning to your blood-stained hands for aid. Will your organization provide aid?" [Five seconds of silent hesitation.] R-6: "I can't promise command will jump at it… but we will try to make it happen." Ragnhild: "Mither help us if it doesn't." End Log Recovered Materials D Excerpt Type: Newspaper Headline Date: 4899 YSSS (1899) Title: GROWING UNREST AMID POLICY CHANGES BY KING SKREYJA IN THE HOME GUARD AND AMONG FORMER MAGISTERS. Excerpt Type: Personal Journal Commanding officer of Guð-Bani Date: 4900 YSSS (1900 AD) He's done what we all feared the moment we heard of Hege's death in the blazes. Purges. The rat wolf bastard announced it a few weeks ago with no warning. Favored officers started rounding people up, good soldiers, good people who have defended our home for hundreds of years. Forced at spear point onto transports, and capital ships, and sent off into the depths. The first night, they got most of us. Most of the resistance. Stripped out parts from the vehicles. Disabled the weaponry. I watched Magisters do it, at spear point. Every day. More are shipped out. Indiscriminately. All under the guise of fighting the Demons. The Knoggs, and the Wyrms, and the Trows. It's not a war they are fighting. It's a massacre. Mither Help us. Excerpt Type: News Report Headline Date: 4950 YSSS (1950 AD) Title: 50 YEARS OF SUCCESS IN THE WAR CLEARS LAND FOR COLONIZATION. CIVILLIANS, MAGISTERS SELECTED FOR COLONIZING WORLD ABOVE. LIVE ALONGSIDE HUMANS ONCE MORE. Access fileserv:/S:/4700-1/records/Recovery/Rescue.log Hide Log WARNING: ATTEMPTED ACCESS DETECTED. THIS DOCUMENT IS UNDER LEVEL 5 CLASSIFICATION. USER CODE: HILDALAND PASSWORD: THE13O5SRIDETHERISINGTIDE IDENTIFIER ACCEPTED. Welcome back 05-01. Operation SKIES OF ORCADIA Document Type: Operation Approval Report Date: 4/1/2017 Summary: Following an emergency meeting of the O5 Council in order to address what is now "The Finnfolk Dilemma", Operation SKIES OF ORCADIA was approved by majority vote of 9-3-1. Operation goals have been clearly defined, and assets are to begin deployment immediately. A temporary agreement has been signed between the Finnfolk and Foundation forces to last for the duration of the operation. Goals: Rescue and recovery of all surviving Finnfolk. Sweep and clear of SCP-4700-1-B of all hostile entities. Establish and ascertain the level of cooperation at which surviving Finnfolk leaders will be willing and able to provide in restoration of key projects. Assets to deploy: CTF-Delta 7 ("Spell Slingers") Combat Elements NTF-Delta 7 ("Northern Storm") 600 functional and restored SCP-3706 instances. 5000 Finnfolk Nomads. Recovery/Rescue Log Date: 4/2/2017 Foreword: Recon Team 1 was deployed alongside all Foundation designated assets to reach and begin rescue efforts of trapped and surviving Finnfolk individuals. The following log contains transcripts depicting large scale combat operations. Material within is under level 5 restriction. Unauthorized access is grounds for termination. Begin Log [Recon team breaches the surface of a single water highway into the Urban environment of cylinder three using submersibles. They are accompanied by several dozen Finnfolk operated SCP-3706 craft.] R-Cap: "Alright listen up folks. This ain't our run of the mill mission. This is a war zone. Stealth, asset collection, document analysis, there will be none of that. Don't stop, keep your eyes in front of you, let the Finnfolk and the CTFs handle hostiles. We won't be dealing with the small things here. This is an open environment. Expect full scale 3456 instances. Any questions?" R-5: "What if one gets in our path?" R-Cap: "We make it a pincushion." R-2: "And If we can't?" R-Cap: "We run." [The hatch for the submersible pops open, and the team, one by one, exits onto a tiled path. In all directions is a large urban environment of combined Greco-Roman, Japanese, and Arabic architecture. Skyscrapers are visible in the distance. Rubble and dark liquid is visible in the luminescent lined canals. A collapsed building blocks the street to the immediate right. Smoke obscures most of the sky.] [Several squads of Finnfolk exit larger SCP-3706 instances. CTF Elements exit submersibles to the right of recon team. Hundreds of voices acknowledge operations command via radio transmission.] Operations Command: "This is Operations command to all assets. You are a go." R-Cap: "Lets move!" [Recon and the accompanying escorts begin moving into the city. SCP-3456 vocalizations begin in all directions. CTF elements and Finnfolk break off from the grouping, and engage several groupings of humanoids, and smaller SCP-3456 instances. Recon team, and a single squad of Finnfolk17 advance further into the ruined city, as a single, severed, large limb lands to the right of the team.] CTF-Omega Leader: "This is CTF-Omega to all units. Air Support is inbound. ETA one minute." R-3: "Air support? How the hell are they moving air units in here?" R-2: "It's better not to question, and just be fucking glad they are." [Recon comes to a stop as a single, 30 m tall SCP-3456 trots into the path in front of them. Hundreds of Finnfolk corpses are scattered on the street at its feet. It notices the team and turns, emitting a single vocalization and begins moving towards them.] R-Cap: "OPEN FIRE!" [The Finnfolk and Recon team begin firing the feather arrows at the equine entity. It halts its advance, rearing up on two legs. The entity makes emits a distressed vocalization as the hoofs contact the ground, knocking R-3 and R-4 off their feet. The 3456 instance begins to swell. It explodes, sending internal components and limbs flying in all directions.] R-5: "Ah goddammit, that's disgusting." R-2: "We can take showers when we get home." R-Cap: "Lets m-" [R-Cap is cut off by one of the Finnfolk holding out an arm to prevent passage.] Grinwald: "Not done." [The entities remnants begin to undulate, and coalesce, congealing together into 20 smaller SCP-3456 instances.] R-2: "Jesus fuck, how can they do that!" [Three Additional 30 m SCP-3456 instances come into frame, accompanied by a large number of the previously observed humanoids.] R-2: "Fuck, time to run!" [2 additional SCP-3456 and accompanying humanoids block the path behind.] R-6: "We're boxed in." Grinwald: "{Only one thing to do now Brynhild.}" Brynhild: "{We live by the Mither, and we die by the Mither. So be it.}" [The Finnfolk form a protective circle around the Recon team, holding three-pronged tridents extended.] Brynhild: "Ragnhild requested we protect you. We honor that request with our lives. Shoot, and we shall stab." R-5: "That's… actually very noble." R-Cap: "On 3 we open fire. Take as many with us as possible." R-2: "Heh, of all the days to die, it's on your birthday." R-Cap: "That was a lie. My birthday's in September, Jane." R-2: "Dammit Silus, we can't die after that. I have to yell at you now." R-Cap: "Tell that to them. On 3 we start shooting, and we don't stop. Everyone got it?" [All parties acknowledge. The crowd of hostile entities advance, charging the group.] R-Cap: "One" [A dull humming begins in the distance. The entities continue charging.] R-Cap: "Two." [The humming gets louder, the majority of the humanoids and equine entities do not stop their advance, the larger SCP-3456 instances pause to look to the source of the humming.] R-Cap: "Three!" [Recon team opens fire as the crowd begins sprinting towards the group, 6 arrows streak through lines of humanoids impaling themselves on 3456 instances, which catch fire and explode. The crowd continues to advance.] R-Cap: "What the…" [78 SCP-3706 instances manned by CTF-Delta 7 pilots approach at high velocity. The vehicles dive less than 80 meters away and open fire upon both groupings of hostile entities, instantly vaporizing the 30 m tall equines, and strafing the crowd of hostiles.] CTF-Omega-Leader: "Air support has arrived." [The crowd reaches the circular formation. Right before contact, the Finnfolk's tridents emit an eerie luminescence, which erupts into streaks of electric energy upon contact, vaporizing both humanoids and SCP-3456 instances. Brynhild wields both a trident and a heavy net, which she uses to trap a humanoid, before spinning the net in a circle and using her momentum to release the mechanism, sending the trapped humanoid back into the crowd with some force.] R-2: "Oh fuck yes! Flying magic fish, that's what I call fucking air support." R-Cap: "Don't stop shooting til' they are all dead, we've got a date with that palace." R-2: "I got a date with yelling at your ass for lying about that birthday." R-Cap: "Save it for when I buy you drinks after this is all said and done." [The CTF Squadron make a second pass, picking off a large number of additional hostiles, while Recon and the Finnfolk continue to repel the advancing assault. One of the Finnfolk falls to a smaller SCP-3456 instance, allowing a few hostiles to breach the circle, charging at R-6. R-2 steps in front of R-6 and manually stabs the hostiles with several of the feather arrows. Grinwald quickly plugs the hole, demonstrating visible grief at the loss.] R-6: "…I think I just saw my life flash before my eyes." R-2: "As long as you didn't shit your pants, you're fine." [The CTF squadron makes their third pass, as the ranks of hostiles finally break, and begin to flee in 3 separate groups. Air support gives chase, leaving Recon to proceed, over the next 15 minutes to run towards the palace complex. No further hostile entities are encountered, due to CTF air support. Their arrival is greeted by thousands of Finnfolk who took shelter behind the Palace defenses. MTF elements begin arriving. Over the next half hour evacuations aboard larger SCP-3706 transports are arranged. 15,000 individuals are estimated to be in the palace complex.] [CTF elements begin combing the palace for additional survivors. At this time, they discover hidden dungeon complexes, containing what are believed to have been high ranking political opponents of the previous regime. Recon team awaits further orders at a large temple complex.] R-6: "Has uh… has anyone else noticed the person-sized pile of sand by that giant statue?" Royal Guard: "That is Skreyja. Or what is left." R-5: "What on earth happened to him?" Brynhild: "Its his punishment for his sins." R-5: "Is he… still conscious? Cause that sounds pretty awful." Brynhild: "No, he is in hell." [Further conversation is interrupted by the emergence of roughly 50-60 additional Finnfolk who are guided into the surrounding crowd awaiting evacuation. The last individual to emerge is an emaciated Finnwoman with golden scales and hair. She is supported by two MTF agents. She stops at the edge of the stairs.] [The individual turns and looks back, for five seconds, and then turns to face the crowd. Several Finnfolk in the crowd look in her direction. Like a wave, more and more Finnfolk turn to look at the Finnwoman. They begin to bow, as several members of the royal guard move to stand around her.] Grinwald: "{Princess Hege lives.}" Brynhild: "{Queen Hege. Long may she live.}" R-6: "Cap… that's… uh… that's their Queen." R-Cap: "That would explain the bowing. You said she was dead?" R-6: "I guess not." R-Cap: "Operations command this is Recon Captain. We have discovered and freed the Finnfolk's Queen. I repeat, high priority asset has been rescued." Operations Command: "Roger R-Cap… your priority is to escort them out alive." Operations Command: "We have a new directive coming from CTF Command." CTF-Omega Leader: "Recon, this is CTF-Omega Leader. We have a big, angry problem." R-2: "Of course we do, just look out at the city. It's all a big angry problem." R-Cap: "Roger command, we're reading." [To R-2] "Jane, cut the sarcasm to command. Save the banter for the field." CTF-Omega Leader: "We've got a large, hostile entity, capable of flight, and directed thaumotologic breath sitting on the 3703 instance at the center of that big hollow space above you. I've already lost 2 whole squads trying to take it out. It's attempting to breach the containment field." R-3: "What did he just describe? And what happens if it breaches the chamber?" Hege: [Quietly.] "The cylinders stop spinning." R-4: "That would be bad. Very bad." R-Cap: "I appreciate your situation Omega Leader, but we can't exactly sprout wings and fly. What do you want us to do about that?" Royal Guard: "Pardon, but there are fish in the hangar." R-2: "If this were any other day, that would be nonsensical." R-Cap: "Can they fly?" Royal Guard: "Yes." R-Cap: "Then let's go." Hege: "I'm going." R-Cap: "That's a no go Madame. You're these folks' last hope, and I am most certainly not risking you dying." Hege: "These are my people, and this my home. I would rather die doing what I can than sit helplessly on the sidelines." [Further debate is cut short by a sudden intense tremor.] R-2: "I don't think we have time to debate this, and she ain't backing down." R-Cap: "Fine, she rides with me. Everyone else, grab your own fish." [They proceed to the hangar and are directed on how to use the fish by their Finnfolk escorts. The group takes off and heads up into the sky, where they are joined by a squad of Finnfolk nomads including Ragnhild.] Brynhild: "{Grandmother what are you doing? You should not be here!}" Ragnhild: "You don't expect an old girl like me to lay down and die without a fight." [Cackling.] "Let's go cook a fish! Yeeeeehawwww. Oh, hi Hege. Knew you weren't dead. Too much of a fighter." R-2: "She really is mad." R-5: "I'm just glad she's on our side." [The group breaches the clouds, and fly into a vast hollow space, heading towards diamond encased 3703 instances at high velocity. As they approach, the aforementioned hostile entity becomes visible. It is 50 m long, covered in thick scales, with two legs ending in claws, a head with a long snout and horns, two large wings, and a long tail with a spade shape at the end.] R-3: "DRAGON!" R-6: "Actually, it's a Wyvern." R-2: "Well it's about to be dead, so it doesn't matter either way." [The 3706 instances fly towards the entity, which notes their approach. It emits a hostile vocalization and opens its mouth. Large ice fragments begin manifesting in the air, and launch at the group.] R-Cap: "Evasive maneuvers!" [The group scatters, avoiding the Ice fragments, only to be met by bolts of electric thaumotology, forcing them into spins, and dives to avoid being hit. Ragnhild begins cackling, as she remains in place, the thaumotologic energy glancing off an invisible bubble around her. The clouds beneath the elderly Finnfolk begin swirling, and rise through the air as she chants in Proto-Nordic.] [The Wyvern continues to slam its tail into the diamond casing surrounding the SCP-3703 instance. Ragnhild starts to move and sway on her vehicle, the clouds encircling her sparking, before transmuting into green thaumotologic fire. The fire streaks out at the Wyvern, hitting it but causing no physical damage.] Ragnhild: [Cackling] "You're going to be a plump roast for my grandchildren you fat lizard!" [Recon and the Finnfolk begin diving their SCP-3706 instances in erratic patterns, striking the entity. They manage to punch holes in its flesh. It roars in distress.] R-2: "That's what I'm talking about! Eat magic fish lasers!" [The Wyverns flesh begins regenerating.] R-3: "Well that's not fucking good!" [The Wyvern swings its tail away from the SCP-3703 instance, causing the group to scatter again, while making impact and instantly killing one of the Finnfolk. The holes inflicted by the Recon team heal completely, and begin to bulge. Dozens of small, faster-flying entities identical to the Wyvern burst from each inflicted hole, and begin harassing Recon team.] R-2: "Holy fuck, kill the small ones!" Ragnhild: "Stolwold! You scale covered, foul-smelling, wolf frolicking lizard. I will send you back to the abyss from whence you came! Then I'll make cookies and eat them over your fried corpse!" [Ragnhild cackles, and directs all of the fire enveloping her to incinerate many of the smaller Wyverns, before directing it at the larger instance. Scales on the entity crack and burn off, but quickly regenerate, releasing more of the small instances.] R-6: "We're not doing anything!" R-Cap: "We have to hit it all at once. Everyone, dive on me!" R-2: "That's kind of hard when we're being swarmed!" R-Cap: "All in on me, blast the small ones as a group." [Recon and the Finnfolk gather into a wedge formation and clear out the smaller Wyverns. Several are able to land scratches, deep cuts, and bites, and another Finnfolk goes down as two clog up the vehicle's engines. R-Cap dives into the entity, followed by the remaining members of the party. They open fire on it, striking it repeatedly. The Wyvern roars in distress.] R-5: "Fuck yeah, its swiss cheese now!" R-2: "I don't think it's enough, it's already starting to regenerate… look out, here come more of the small ones!" [Large holes in the Wyvern's form begin to regenerate, unleashing hundreds of the smaller entities, as it flings Ice fragments, and bolts of lightning at the party. Two more Finnfolk are struck, and perish in the explosion of their vehicles.] Ragnhild: "You rat bastard!" R-Cap: "No good, we don't have the firepower to take this thing down, and we're taking casualties." [The Wyvern slams its tail into the diamond, causing it to crack.] R-6: "We don't have time to call for help, it's going to breach any second!" R-2: "We need a bigger gun!" Hege: "{Only a titan of the deep may bring ruin to the great Wyrms of Stoor, for the mightiest of fish may only unleash pestilence upon the earth… Mither help us.}" [A humming fills the air immediately below the recon team members as they dodge the cloud of smaller entities. From the cloud a beam of light emerges, accompanied by a mechanical roar. A large mechanical form emerges, as the beam of light severs the Wyverns tail with a loud concussive blast. It does not regenerate.] R-2: "Fuck. Yes. It's about time we got bigger toys." R-6: "We gotta weaken and sever the limbs!" R-Cap: "All in folks! Lets go!" [Recon team and the surviving Finnfolk dive onto the entity, and open fire, punching holes. They manage to sever its wings, preventing it from escaping. The large mechanical shape comes into view, an SCP-3706 instance in the shape of a cuttlefish. Its primary weapon fires again, as smaller emplacements vaporize the cloud of smaller Wyverns. The Wyvern, with no escape route, takes the blast head on and is instantly vaporized.] CTF-Command: "This is CTF command to all units. Wyvern neutralized." End Log Epilogue: Following neutralization of what is now being designated SCP-████, evacuations were completed. 55,973 Finnfolk were successfully evacuated from the SCP-4700-1-B into SCP-4700-1-A and surrounding surface vessels. All three cylinders were cleared of hostile entities 15 days post discovery. Negotiations began in earnest, and the Finnfolk-Foundation cooperative agreement was signed on April 16th, 2017. Repairs on the vehicle began in earnest. Update and Reactivation Date: March 21st, 2022 Reactivation Log Foreword: Following five years of repair work, power and functionality were restored to SCP-4700-1 on March 21st, 2022. On this date, Foundation and Finnfolk personnel began preparations for reactivation, and all systems were reactivated at 12:03 P.M. The following contains the log of events immediately after reactivation. As a part of the cooperative agreement, Queen Hege was awarded the privilege of reactivating the vehicle. Begin Log [Princess Hege places her hand on the activation console on the bridge. Systems come online, and SCP-4700-1 emits a "benign" mechanical roar. The vehicle shifts as it begins righting itself.] NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Bring all systems online, and begin operations testing." Weapons Control Officer: "We've got multiple shortages in some of the emplacements, main weapon is still offline. Electrostatic charges in the front appendages are functional." Engineering: "Legs are fully functioning, beginning movement tests. Projectile repulsion systems aren't responding, we'll have to tinker with it." NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Status of Intangibility and Invisibility systems." Engineering: "Online, running functions now." [SCP-4700-01 flickers, as invisibility and intangibility systems come online. It is unable to fully maintain either state.] Engineering: "No good, we're still having trouble syncing all the generators." NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "We have movement and some weapons, good enough for a shakedown run." [SCP-4700-01 is directed in slow circles for the next five minutes.] Sensors Officer: "Large sonar contact, bearing three o'clock, depth 6.5 km." NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Bring us around, and put it up on the viewscreen." Princess Hege: {Mither almighty, the Great Wyrm of Stoor.} [SCP-3700-02 comes into frame, having manifested as consistent with prior observations. It turns, and notices SCP-4700-1, and begins swimming towards the vehicle.] NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Hostile inbound, launch all support craft. Fire all weapons, and get that primary cannon online! Bring us around to three o'clock of its bearing, and prepare for evasive maneuvers." [SCP-3706 instances begin launching from SCP-4700-1's carrier bays. Weapon emplacements along the vehicle's hull fire several barrages. Beams of light, and fauna shaped guided torpedos fly through the ocean water and impact SCP-3700-02, knocking it slightly off course. It vocalizes in distress.] Sensors Officer: "Brace for impact!" [SCP-3700-02 collides with the vehicle, toppling it onto its side, before the entity continues swimming, impacting the ocean floor. SCP-4700-1 rights itself, having sustained a large dent in its exterior armor. Weapon emplacements resume firing at the downed entity as it rises from the ocean floor and turns to engage at closer range.] [Supporting SCP-3706 instances begin firing on the entity. It swings its sharpened tail, but is too slow to catch the smaller vehicles.] NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "What's the status on our primary weapon?" Weapons Officer: "Still no response, we can get it to charge, but not to full power." NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "How much?" Weapons Officer: "30%. There's another problem. The circuits aren't completely repaired. We fire more than two, maybe three shots, we risk blowing the entire vehicle to hell." NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "We'll have to hope that's enough." [Four SCP-3706 cuttlefish-shaped capital ships approach the 32 km long entity as it prepares to assault the vehicle. They open fire with their primary weapons, striking the entity as it begins breathing characteristic fire from its mouth. The resulting blasts manage to sever three of its tentacles, causing a distressed vocalization as it emits fire directly above and back onto itself, resulting in additional physical damage. SCP-4700-1 turns and aligns its primary weapon with the entity.] NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Fire primary weapon!" [A low humming fills the vehicle's bridge, and the surrounding water as smaller vehicles move out of the way. The barrel of SCP-4700-1's primary weapon begins to glow, and water surrounding it begins to boil. The vehicle emits a mechanical roar, and an enormous column of light flies forth, pushing the entire vehicle backward, as the beam impacts the ocean floor. All recording devices are obscured by five seconds of bright light. Water rushes to fill the sudden empty space caused by the blast, an immense crater left in the ocean floor.] [SCP-3700-02 manages to avoid the first shot at the last second but receives heavy physical damage from the impacting blast. It sideswipes the SCP-3706 capital ships as they are temporarily blinded by the blast, sending them sinking into the seabed. The entity then proceeds to swim at SCP-4700-01 once more.] NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Dammit we missed! How long till next charge?" Weapons Officer: "30 Seconds!" NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Don't have that long! Activate the claws." [SCP-4700-01 raises its claws, electrostatic discharge devices activating, as serrated edges move to the interior surface. The vehicle scuttles slightly to one side, avoiding SCP-3700-02's charging advance, and uses both claws to grasp its tail. One claw cleaves the spiked tail, preventing its further use, while the other maintains a grip on the entity. SCP-4700-1 raises its claw arm, and turns, before bringing it down, slamming SCP-3700-02 into the sand as it discharges its electric potential.] [The entity emits another distressed vocalization and manages to slip free of SCP-4700-01's claw. Despite severe physical damage to its body, SCP-3700-02 manages to wrap its body around the vehicle and proceeds to lock its jaw onto SCP-4700-1's outer armor. It begins to constrict, in an attempt to crush the vehicle in its entirety.] [The vehicle attempts to grab the entity with its claws, but the limited motions of its front appendages prevent it from reaching back. Supporting SCP-3706 instances attempt to sever portions of its body using focused assaults, but are beaten back by both tentacles and SCP-3700-02 emitting streams of blockading fire. Weapon emplacements are unable to fire at the entity without damaging the vehicle further.] NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Weapons status!" Weapons Officer: "Fully charged, but we can't get it off!" [SCP-3700-02 constricts tighter, causing several hull breaches which are quickly sealed.] NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Dammit all." [SCP-4700-01 attempts to move and shake the enraptured entity from its form for several seconds before it is pulled to the sand by SCP-3700-02.] [A large humanoid hand emerges from the seabed and grasps SCP-3700-02 by its tail, and pulls it from SCP-4700-1. The arm begins slamming it into the seabed, stunning it, before holding it up. It curls and bites into the Humanoid arm, causing an enormous tremor across the ocean floor. SCP-4700-1 rights itself once more, and turns to align its primary weapon with the arm and entity.] NTF-Delta 7 Commanding Officer: "Open fire!" [SCP-4700-1 charges and fires its second shot. It impacts SCP-3700-02 barely avoiding the humanoid arm, and incinerating the entity instantly] [A humanoid figure, covered in pink, yellow, green, and blue luminescent markings, and possessing four yellow eyes upon its otherwise human face emerges from the seabed. It stretches in an upward motion, nursing the arm which suffered indirect damage, before pausing and surveying the surrounding area. It spots SCP-4700-01. Leaning forward, it pats the vehicle's "head" before speaking briefly in Proto-Nordic. Surveying the surrounding area once more, it stands, and then dissolves into large quantities of kelp, which fall to the ocean floor.] Sensors Officer: "Sonar Contacts! Thousands of them!" [More than 9000 SCP-3706 instances are suddenly visible in all directions.] End Log Postword: 9846 SCP-3706 instances containing more than 200,000 surviving Finnfolk were, according to numerous eyewitness reports, instantly transported to SCP-4700-1's location following the Humanoid entities departure. The humanoid entity has been designated EoI-001-00 as a result of these events. Transcription of EoI-001-00's speech: I wake from my deep slumber to find you in ruins. Do not worry. Do not fret. I shall bring home those who were exiled. Do not worry. Do not panic. Teran wakens in the deeps. Do not worry. For I am woken, and my love is endless. Footnotes 1. Sub-classification designating an anomalous Weapon of Mass Destruction. 2. Previously SCP-████. 3. Members of this species do not inhabit large shells, a notable difference that SCP-4700-1 does not retain. 4. SCP-4700-1 is referenced in numerous literary works, official records, and artistic depictions during the late Bronze Age up until the end of the Roman Empire. The most notable of these references originate from obscure pieces of Orkney Folklore, with references to the Finnfolk as being the Mither's chosen people. Such references revere the vehicle as a gift from the goddess, and the peoples who reside in it as holy champions. Numerous sightings of the vehicle during this period are recorded, often with inconsistent details that are currently not present. 5. Motion is the proximal method by which this function is activated; however, it can also be switched on and off at will by operation crews, allowing entry into and exit from the vehicle. 6. Isotope dating indicates all of these alloys were forged 4800 years before the necessary metallurgical processes to smith such metals were invented. 7. Recovered records indicate this phenomenon served both as a form of long-term information storage, and as a beacon to returning expeditions. 8. Vehicles of large sizes are primarily kept within SCP-4700-4-1B. 9. With painted scales and fins along the arms and legs. 10. Coordinates are now believed to have been associated with SCP-████. 11. Notably different from previously observed instances due to gills on the neck of both the human and horse portions of the body, and fins attached to all limbs. 12. Speedometers attached to the camera measured an acceleration of 700 m/s, and a slight increase to 730 m/s upon impact with the humanoids. 13. All resembling hammerhead sharks with carved channels emitting red luminescent light, forming ornate iconography. 14. Several of which are believed to hold significant meaning to the Finnfolk based on their relative size to other murals, such as a large crustacean carrying an island upon its back. 15. A theoretical structure which allows habitation in space. 16. R-6 later noted that the translation took 2 hours of work, due to significant deviations in grammatical style, and word selection. This has been attributed to the evolution of the Finnfolks language over a prolonged period of time. 17. Containing members of the tribe which previously captured the recon team. |
SCP-4701 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4701 SCP-4701 as it was originally recovered at the Lancaster Museum of History. Special Containment Procedures: SCP-4701 is to be kept in a locked vehicle shed at Site-11. The clamps affixed to SCP-4701’s wheels are not to be loosened or removed by personnel, and animals may not be hitched to the item regardless of the condition of the clamps. Bob Dylan and members of Old Crow Medicine Show have been designated PoI 4701-1 through -11. Covers of the song "Wagon Wheel" are to be suppressed from reaching "hit status,” which is measured using chart placement on the Billboard Hot 100. Should a cover attain such status, civilians in Burbank, California who witness impact/landing events are to be administered amnestics. Robert Zimmerman, known as Bob Dylan. Ketch Secor (pictured playing harmonica, far left) performing with Old Crow Medicine Show. Description: SCP-4701 is a Conestoga covered wagon, a model used between the late 18th century and the mid 19th century. SCP-4701 is in excellent condition, with no apparent environmental damage, despite having been made in 1790 in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. There is no evidence of restoration; all woodwork and metalwork is original. SCP-4701-1 is a humanoid object resembling American singer, songwriter and poet Robert Zimmerman, known professionally as Bob Dylan, as he appeared in 1972. SCP-4701-1 is able to freely stand uninhibited, but is biologically deceased. Should SCP-4701 become mobile via both being hitched to an animal capable of spinning its wheels on their axis, and having its wheels freed from any restraints, it will begin to independently move forward. No force (driver, animals, people outside the wagon, objects) will be able to stop the cart’s forward motion until it reaches SCP-4701-1. Once it comes within less than a meter of SCP-4701-1, all motion abruptly stops save for the front left wheel, which attracts SCP-4701-1 through an unknown force, pinning the object to the spokes and rotating it between seven and eleven times at close to 200 kph. As this occurs, a disembodied female voice will vocalize the phrases "This bitch empty" and "Yeet! (sic)" This audio is identical to one in a short video posted in 2014 to the social network Vine1. Following this, SCP-4701-1 is flung from the wheel into the mesosphere at high speeds, where it arcs from the current location of SCP-4701 towards the approximate location of a sound recording booth at Burbank Studios, Burbank, California. Notably, Bob Dylan was recording the soundtrack to the 1973 movie Pat Garrett and Billy The Kid at that studio in 1972. One of the songs recorded, but not included on the soundtrack, is an improvised outtake referred to as "Rock Me Mama", which was subsequently released on bootleg recordings. The recordings released do not contain a section of audio containing a loud crash (presumed to be SCP-4701 violently landing inside the studio) which is followed by panicked shouting. Dylan was given amnestics years after the event. The edited recording was subsequently adapted by country musicians Ketch Secor and Chris Fuqua into a song called "Wagon Wheel" which was recorded by their band Old Crow Medicine Show and released on February 24, 2004. A cover of "Wagon Wheel" was released on January 7, 2013 by Darius Rucker and reached 15 on the US Billboard Hot 100. On the 2004 date, SCP-4701 animated spontaneously and began to travel forward. In addition to SCP-4701-1, a second object identical to Secor as he appeared on that date, designated SCP-4701-2, appeared and underwent an identical occurrence to SCP-4701-1; however, SCP-4701-2 was attracted to and subsequently launched from the front right wheel. Another incident occurred on the 2013 date, although the manifested entity (SCP-4701-3) resembled Rucker and was launched from the rear left wheel. In total three bodies are launched towards the Burbank Studio each time. The exact manufacturer of the Conestoga wagon2 and the poster of the Vine video are both unknown, with both individuals missing from the historical record and a list of users provided by Twitter Inc, respectively. Addendum-1: As of 2025, covers of the song by Thomas Rhett and Anna DeWitt Jones have charted in the United States, reaching “hit status” despite Foundation efforts at suppression. Additionally, the Old Crow Medicine Show version was sampled on the song "Southbound Train" by Aubrey Graham3, Jason Tybalt4 and Jahron Brathwaite5, with production by Shane Lindstrom6. Each of these songs has created another numbered SCP-4701 corpse (-4 through -9) being added to SCP-4701, with the wagon generating new wheels for each individual. The amount of corpses landing on the roof of the Burbank studio has put significant strain on the building, and the studio complex has been purchased by a Foundation front company. Addendum-2: Following the [REDACTED], Robert Zimmerman passed away; after which, SCP-4701 animated again. Only SCP-4701-1 appeared, and upon being spun on the wheel, was launched out of Earth's atmosphere. The object emitted a distorted voice similar to Dylan, repeating the words "yeet motherfuckers" as it ascended. As of two weeks following the event, SCP-4701-1 has left the solar system, headed towards Barnard's Star. Footnotes 1. This video has since achieved popular status as an internet meme, and the word 'yeet' has entered the culture as slang for abruptly throwing an object. 2. Typically identified through a manufacturer’s mark on the metalwork, this mark is missing. 3. known as Drake 4. known as SKPJCK Tuna 5. known as PartyNextDoor 6. known as Murda Beatz ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4701" by LordStonefish, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4701. 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: dylan.jpg Author: LordStonefish License: CC BY-SA 3.0 Source Link: SCP Foundation Wiki Derivative Of: Name: Bob Dylan June 23 1978.jpg Author: Chris Hakkens License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: secor.jpg Name: Old Crow Medicine Show Tivoli Theatre Chattanooga TN May 2010.jpg Author: Sean Russell License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons Filename: wagon.jpg Name: Smithsonian National Museum of American History - Conestoga Wagon (8307591214).jpg Author: Kevin Burkett License: CC BY-SA 2.0 Source Link: Wikimedia Commons |
SCP-4702 | safe | 3/4702 LEVEL 3/4702 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4702 Safe Manor exterior of SCP-4702-A Special Containment Procedures: The building containing SCP-4702-A and its associated grounds have been purchased by the Foundation and enclosed within perimeter fencing. The interior parlor room containing SCP-4702-A has been walled off with the exception of one pneumatically sealed door to facilitate Foundation access. Description: SCP-4702 is an extradimensional anomaly composed of two primary components. SCP-4702-A is a fireplace and accompanying facade, both constructed from multiple porous layers of beryllium bronze. The outermost layer of the casing is an upper-body effigy with a bovine head and outstretched arms. Numerous intricate filigree patterns are visible on all layers of the casing and demonstrate a highly advanced level of artistic complexity including occult, alchemical, and religious iconography. The fireplace interior is accessed via a narrow slotted opening on the abdomen which allows for the deposit of combustible materials and the tending of the fire. Once a fire has been ignited within SCP-4702-A, associated layers of the casing react in order to project a shadow play upon the walls of the parlor. Despite the unpredictable nature of the flames, the corresponding shadow play includes clearly defined humanoid entities that carry out complicated actions including the use of shadowed 'props' and scenery in order to complete its tale. For the duration of the play, objects in the room such as people or furniture do not cast shadows with respect to the fireplace. Passage accessed via SCP-4702-A. If the shadow play is allowed to complete (approximate run-time of 18-minutes) mechanisms within the casing of SCP-4702-A will reconfigure to allow for access to an interior passageway, designated as SCP-4702-B. SCP-4702-B opens into an extradimensional space approximating a river valley, although it does not appear to correspond to any known geography. Upon transition into SCP-4702-B, subjects report having all personal belongings vanish including clothing with the exception of a stone mask which superficially resembles a Canaanite ritual mask and which cannot be removed. Upon exiting SCP-4702-B, subjects will appear as they did prior to entry. Approximation of the masks worn by MTF. The sky within SCP-4702-B is predominantly black but is separated into two major regions. The area posterior to SCP-4702-B gradually lightens into a pale yellow and the area anterior to SCP-4702-B continues to darken until it becomes devoid of all apparent light. Due to the nature of SCP-4702-B and the demanifestation of recording equipment, encounters within the anomaly have been transcribed as part of the debriefing. Despite best attempts to document the details of reconnaissance as close to the mission's conclusion as possible, most operatives subjected to SCP-4702-B had substantial difficulty accounting for the passage of time and the recall of objective sensory information from within the anomaly. Exploration Mission Codename: Umbra [ACCESS GRANTED] The following log was transcribed during a debriefing with MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") Agent Michelle Wilkes. A team of four operatives was fitted with standard extradimensional exploration gear including a remote reconnaissance drone. Upon passing through SCP-4702-B all contact with the MTF was lost however the anomaly itself remained open. Approximately 42 hours passed before a single agent, Michelle Wilkes, re-emerged from SCP-4702-B with all of her personal equipment. During the debriefing, the complications with exploring SCP-4702-B were made clear and Agent Wilkes was allowed to pen her own report about her experiences. When I was a child, I nearly drowned in a riptide. Thankfully I was able to break out and reach the shore, exhausted and coughing up water, otherwise, I would not be here to give this accounting. That same night and many other nights after my scare I was accosted by nightmares of brackish water filling my nose, mouth, and lungs as I was pulled deep into the ocean. The very weight of the water crushed me and drowned me, as I sank further into the hopeless blackness of that abyss. I'd shoot up awake just as soon as the last of the light finally faded. It was that feeling, that crushing blackness that I could not escape, that wrapped itself around me once again as I approached the tunnel we call SCP-4702-B. The tunnel constricted and twisted, turning over on itself just enough to force me to crouch low then crawl on my hands and knees, then on my belly, for several meters until it just…ended and gave way to the river valley. We barely had time to process what was going on; our faces were covered in some heavy, uncomfortable, clammy mask and our bodies were stripped of all clothing and equipment. Almost as soon as we began to run our hands over the surface of the masks, we were all struck by an acrid, fetid aroma that stung our eyes and lungs with each breath and brought us to our knees; The kind of sour, horrific rot that makes your gut retch and heave. It took us nearly twenty minutes to clean off our vomit and become accustomed enough to the smell to carry on, although it never quite went away. It wasn't easy to expel all of that vomit through the mouth of the mask but we had little choice. The disappearance of our equipment was unexpected but we resolved to carry out our mission all the same. Before us, the sky seemed to deepen and darken even as we sat, trying to make sense of it and what we might do without any sort of flashlights or ropes. Large monoliths shot up at uneven angles like a petrified forest, made from some sort of black stone like schist or soapstone, and they provided a sort of natural path to exploring deeper. The monoliths themselves were rounded, twisted things that radiated a strange heat. Warm without being hot, but uncomfortable to the touch. We stepped carefully, each of us one arm's length away from the next person in the chain at all times and checking in verbally every thirty seconds or so. At first, we moved well and carefully and obeyed these rules fastidiously. But as the meters dragged on and one minute slipped into the next which slipped into hours, maybe longer, we stopped talking to each other. The heat from the rocks had made us sweat and dirt was caking onto our bodies. We should have been worried about water, should have been worried about turning back with no supplies, but no one raised concern. No one said anything. The soft burble of water broke the monotony. The monoliths had narrowed significantly and it was a difficult route to the water's edge, but we arrived at a bank all the same. Several meters short of the water, the huge stones stopped and gave way to the faint glow of soft, flickering orange and red light on the opposite bank. As invasive and unpleasant as the stench had been to this point, it was three-fold worse at the water's edge. So thick and pungent that I found myself unable to get within arm's reach of the water, even if I had wanted to. Writhing just beneath the oily surface, I could see shapes forming, surfacing, and being subsumed once again into the river. Faces, hands and arms, entire corpses, insects, vermin, and I'm not sure what else. A river of disease and filth so vile that recalling it now falls so flat, so trite by comparison to what I felt. All around us, up and down the bank, we could see people just like us, caked in dirt and grime and naked save for their Canaanite masks. Some of them knelt prostrate with their foreheads touching the ground, others wrenched their heads back with arms outstretched toward the sky above, screaming wordlessly at the indifferent void. Others just wept, sobbing in a heap with their head in their hands. Some among the waiting had a thick, oily sludge on their bodies as if they had submerged themselves in the river. Most only part of the way up their calves, or up their forearms. But a brave, or perhaps foolish, few were covered up to their torsos or necks. What would possess someone to go into that fetid murk? Why would they do that? My colleagues looked on in stunned silence as they tried to process the vast number of entities waiting on the bank. I approached what looked to be a woman, white-haired and ravaged by age with sludge coating her hands and arms about halfway up her bicep. I knelt beside her and asked her to tell me her name and she lifted her frail body from its prostration. I saw her lips move beneath her mask and she spoke in a cold, raspy tone as her gnarled hand wrapped around my ankle. I shot up and tried to pull back but her grip was firm with a strength beyond anything I could have assumed. "We must wait", she bade me. There was hopelessness beneath her words that would have drained the color from my face if the shock of her grip had not done so already. I nodded to her slowly in the affirmative, hoping that would be enough to get her to let go, and it was. My ankle smeared with that goop, I was otherwise unharmed. And then, I ran. I always run. She didn't try to stop me. I didn't even think of the others until I had returned to the portal but I somehow knew no one else would be coming back. They had found their place where they were meant to wait, just as I had been shown mine. I was the only one gutless enough to run away from it and now I have to live. Exploration Mission Codename: Far Bank [ACCESS GRANTED] A second exploration was approved with the primary objective of extracting the MTF Zeta-9 agents left behind during the previous mission, and the acquisition of additional, low-risk information about SCP-4702-B. Agent Wilkes was permitted to return to the anomaly due to her familiarity with its internal topology, and her potential value as an asset for extracting marooned personnel. My request to return to SCP-4702-B was granted. Despite my insistence on completing the mission and redeeming myself to the memory of my colleagues, I could not obtain the psychological endorsements necessary to allow my participation. But I am nothing if not persistent. A lack of denial is tacit approval and they eventually saw things my way; I am the best chance we have at extracting those left behind and I have at least seen their masks. I know where they wait. When we re-entered SCP-4702-B, crawling on our bellies until that rotten air filled my lungs once more, I felt that familiar tingle in my spine: dread. That all-consuming blackness that haunted my childhood nightmares surrounded me in that tunnel, and I felt a strange comfort in its presence as if it urged me on toward validation. What waited for me was akin to an old friend, eager to welcome me back. Something felt right about it in a way I still don't understand and I never truly may. Once everyone got oriented, once we cleaned off the vomit, we proceeded into the darkness. I lead the way even though I had no operational command; turns out the squad commander felt a good deal less brave with no gun, naked, stranded in the dark. I don't blame her. They tried to follow the same protocols we did the first time—everyone an arm's length apart, everyone checking in verbally in cascading order every thirty seconds. And like before, as the darkness closed in and we meandered between monoliths, they grew silent. I wasn't really sure what to call it before but I think now it was reverence; A sort of hushed self-moderation like our voices and our imposed order was out of place in this valley. I tried to count distinct footfalls every once in a while to make sure our full crew was still present, but that was it. Nothing else was said until we reached the river. Like I did the first time I came upon its shores, the others doubled over and threw up, choking on the miasma and putrefaction, but I was no longer so challenged by my senses or so frail in spirit. This place felt more familiar now and that faint orange-yellow glow coming from somewhere on the other side of the river provided me with a welcoming warmth I never expected to find down there. I began stepping between the prostrate, trying to single out those that came with me. Our colleagues were still here. I was sure of it. It was surprisingly easy to find those that I left behind. They were in the same place that they had dropped to their knees, rivulets of tears still streaming down their masks, forced to wail and sob through tiny slits over the nose and mouth for what must have been days until we returned. It was exquisite that this place could make them feel so keenly, but there would be time to wax about that later. As I pointed out those I had marooned, the MTF commanding officer pulled herself together long enough to organize the extraction. The six of them were ready to leave and I told them to go. I would follow right behind. The commander had to have seen it in my eyes that I was lying but she let me go through with it all the same. I suppose she blamed me for having to come in here at all. The others slipped into the darkness, arm around arm carrying each other, and headed back toward the portal. I listened to their footsteps until the river drowned them out and then I approached its bank. The old woman with the scraggly hair and raspy voice craned her head away from supplication and stared into the very core of me, that I might freeze to death from her cold judgment. I needed to cross the river. I needed to see the other shore and understand this light. With every fiber of my soul I needed to know. And it's only because of such great conviction that I was able to force myself to climb down the bank. I waded into the murk until I could no longer touch the bottom and then began to swim. Thick and viscous as the river was, swimming was taxing and my arms tired quickly. I lost sight of the bank from which I had left but the shore I was destined for did not come into view. Things under the water bumped against me. Not fish, not plants, but things with anatomy I dare not imagine with my waking mind. Long bony fingers brushing against me, caressing me, supporting me. Or at least I felt like they were until my strength wavered too far and I began to sink beneath the surface. Black, briny muck climbing further and further up my mask as I bobbed beneath the waves in a panic. Into my mouth, my nose, covering my eyes… The air…I could still feel the last biting touch of the air on my skin before my hand disappeared beneath. It was warm and quiet, a thrumming heartbeat instead of a rushing current that wanted to welcome me to an eternity in that blackness. And I wanted to say yes; I wanted to curl up and drift away and swallow all of my sins so they could carry me to the bottom where I belonged. But before I could rest, I had to know just one more thing. I pulled myself up toward the surface with one last, desperate lunge and my fingernails dug deeply into chalky earth. I pulled myself onto the shore, chest heaving as I panted and gasped, burping and coughing up that tar that I had nearly drowned in. Somehow I had crossed, but I can offer no explanation as to how I covered that much distance while trying my best to drown. Before me, everything was different. The desolation, the grimy loneliness of the other shore was gone and this far bank was alive and writhing. Cancerous and grotesque, ropes of flesh and trees of sinew and meat stretched up toward the sky, lit at their base as shallow pits of fire burned, belching smoke and the sickly sweet scent of some kind of incense. There was nothing else for me there. Just an empty shore and hellfire. It's what awaits us all: desolation. I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry that I caused all of this. I'll accept whatever reprimand. I deserve it and so much more. LEVEL 4 ACCESS CREDENTIALS REQUIRED [LOGIN RECOGNIZE: ACCESS GRANTED] Following the events of Exploratory Mission Codename: "Far Bank", an interview was requested of Agent Michelle Wilkes and was carried out by Research Lead Dr. Addison Baus. The following is a transcript of that interview. [BEGIN LOG] Dr. Baus: Agent Wilkes, you've been tough to bring in. I'm sorry to have to resort to flexing my authority in order to get some face time but you've left me with few options. Agent Wilkes: I understand, Doctor. You don't have anything to apologize for. Dr. Baus: That's it? Not going to offer me an explanation as to why you've been trying to dodge these requests? Why you've been putting your superior officers in my path to stop me from talking to you? Agent Wilkes: I'm going to assume you didn't request an interview so you can ask why I am tough to interview. Can you please get to the material you came here for? Dr. Baus: You'll have no such luxury when I sit you in front of a professional ethics committee, but we'll get to that another time. Agent Wilkes, your report from the 'Far Bank' feels incomplete. I wanted to ask you if you deliberately omitted material or intentionally truncated your log. It's not your decision as to what materials are or are not relevant, and we cannot make that determination safely unless we have the full picture. Agent Wilkes: I'm not sure why you would think that, Doctor. Dr. Baus: Well for starters you have no problems waxing poetic about your journey every step of the way until you touched the far bank. You use dramatic language, you share vivid imagery, and then your entire experience on the far shore is boiled down to one paragraph of 'there was nothing and then I left', to paraphrase. Agent Wilkes: You're asking me to prove a negative. Dr. Baus: That's the rub though, I don't believe you that it's a negative. I don't buy it at all and I am running out of patience for you to set the record straight. You know damn well that we have probative measures that can extract the information we need but I'd really rather not risk the permanent damage to your cognition. You have a bright future, Michelle, and I don't want to torpedo both your career and your brain on the same day. Agent Wilkes: I want to, it's just… Dr. Baus: Then help me, Michelle. I know it's cliche, but help me help you. Agent Wilkes: [Pause] I thought if I made up something that fit this would all go away. That I would never have to go back there or talk about this again, and if you ever did send someone else then they might be brave enough or stupid enough to get you the info you need. It was a lie, but a good-intentioned one. I hope you know that. Dr. Baus: [Places a hand on her arm] I want to believe you but I can't until I hear the whole story and understand why you falsified the report. Agent Wilkes: [Nods] I crossed the river as I described, it's all true until I clawed my way onshore. But there wasn't anything so simple and comprehensible as flesh and fire. There was…an empty space, and then a Christmas tree. Dr. Baus: A Christmas tree? Agent Wilkes: Yes. A tree we had at my childhood home in Boulder; I'd recognize the angel on the top anywhere. It was so cheap but we all picked it out together and it was so very unique. It was alone, under a shaft of light, and as I walked closer more things came into focus and appeared alongside; the fireplace, the wood floor, that chintzy wallpaper, dad's ratty La-z-boy, it was all there just as I remember it. Something came over me as I fell into the scene; I was overcome with the warm smell of mom's baking, the soft crackle of the wood in the fireplace, the smell of the pine needs. Overcome with happiness to be back there again. It was Christmas morning! I…I was back there, completely, just as I had been. It was all so real and then I…I did it again. Dr. Baus: Did what, Michelle? Agent Wilkes: I did what I always did from a very young age; fuck things up for the people I love and disappoint them. I climbed on dad's recliner and to fix the angel, it was sitting crooked, but my wooly socks were to-…I slipped. I fell off the side and came down hard, pulling the angel off of the tree and crushing it into a broken heap. My little brother was the first to run in and he came right up to me, then my Mom entered. 'Jonathan, what did you do' I feigned, acted, lied. My brother's eyes teared up and I'll never forget how he…he just incomprehensibly stared at me, completely incapable of processing my betrayal or how or why his sister could do that to him. Mom scooped him up and took him into the kitchen and I heard more than one smack. Dad could get really mean, and he had a real problem back then. I sat there in the recliner real quiet while the yelling got louder, then quieter, and then Dad and my little brother came in. Dad asked me if I did it. I shook my head no. Then he asked me again in that voice, that voice all dad's get when you know they're ready to put the fear of God into you if you say the wrong thing. This time I nodded yes. He put my brother down then grabbed me by the arm and hauled me through the kitchen. He opened the cellar door, took me downstairs and ordered me on one of the shop chairs he kept down there. 'Shelly, I'm disappointed in you beyond words. And so is your brother. You've ruined Christmas. Stay put till I come and get you, you hear?' I nodded back and he went upstairs. I heard them eating. I heard my brothers ask where I was, and Dad told em I had been real mean and naughty and Santa had to make some changes to his list. I heard the sadness turn to chatter, turn to laughter. Then after dinner they opened presents and…and I guess Jonathan got most of mine. Some of them confused him real good I'm sure, but that's what Dad said: they were his now. I'll never, as long as I live, forget how alien I felt in my own home. Can you imagine being ten and being told you ruined Christmas? Do you know how unloved and forgotten and worthless I was made to feel and what a shitty thing I did to deserve that punishment. To my own brother. From my own Dad. Hours and hours passed and it was completely dark in that basement save for the dim light from the kitchen at the top of the steps. Finally, Dad trudged down to come and get me. He stood next to the chair and just pointed upstairs, didn't say a word. I went straight to bed where I cried myself to sleep. And the next morning I woke up and I did it all again. Dr. Baus: Could you clarify that? Agent Wilkes: I did it all over again. That day, that Christmas, it looped. I woke up, went down the steps, and went right up to the Christmas tree and started it all over again. Dr. Baus: And you were forced to go through it again? Agent Wilkes: I was. Indefinitely. I started counting at first, I was aware the loop was going on but I couldn't stop myself. I needed to feel that guilt, at least on some level. I started counting the loops and I got to nearly thirty before I broke down and couldn't remind myself anymore, but I still kept waking up to Christmas. At some point, I started counting again after a while but I don't know how many days I missed in between. It was my own personal groundhog's day. I got to one-thousand one-hundred and fourteen before it stopped. Dr. Baus: How did it stop? Did you do something different, did you break the loop? Agent Wilkes: I wish I could tell you that it was some clever scheme I used to save myself but the truth is I was dragged out of the river. That decrepit old woman from before, the one that nearly crushed my ankle, she had ahold of me again and was dragging me out. I can't be sure if I ever even crossed the river at all; perhaps it's for the best I don't know. So then I rolled over, puking my guts up and spilling that blackened bile and putrid tar all over the chalky dirt, and I asked her 'Why. Why did you save me?' Without the slightest change in her expression she glared down at me. 'We wait. We wait for judgment.' When I felt strong enough, I got up and came back to the portal. She let me go without a fuss. I think she knew I'd be back. Dr. Baus: You intend to return to the anomaly? Agent Wilkes: Not in this lifetime, if I have any say in it. What I felt in that tunnel as I entered the anomaly, that crushing blackness that enveloped me and cut me off from all light and all hope, I felt that same thing again in the river. It was as if everything good and right and pure was ten million miles away and lost to me forever, denied to me completely. For the simple cruelties that I've maliciously and willfully inflicted on my brothers, my family, my friends, my self. For everything that I've done up to this point, I…I know that there's a circle of stone on that river bank where I'll be waiting. I deserve nothing less. I did this to myself. Dr. Baus: I understand this is a lot. Take your time, but I do have to ask if there's anything else you can tell us. Agent Wilkes: No. I just want to be alone for a while. I have some thinking to do. [END LOG] |
SCP-4703 | esoteric-class | PeppersGhost SCP-4703 - Perfectly Legal by PeppersGhost More by this author Item#: 4703 Level2 Containment Class: keter Secondary Class: esoteric Disruption Class: keneq Risk Class: warning link to memo SCP-4703 interior. Special Containment Procedures: Due to SCP-4703's status as a perfectly legal establishment,1 any direct attempts to shut it down or otherwise prevent members of the public from patronizing the business are considered unlawful. Instead, a Foundation-run grocery store2 has been established adjacent to SCP-4703 to draw away potential customers. Advertising campaigns showcasing the Foundation's superior products and offers are to be sustained in perpetuity. Description: SCP-4703 is an independently owned supermarket in Midland, Texas, operating under the name 'Yeah, We're Totally Going to Sell You This'.3 It has maintained steady patronage and a legal right to operate despite its engagement in deadly and unethical business practices, which are perfectly legal, thank you very much. SCP-4703 is distinct from anomalies which directly affect subjects at a baseline memetic or cognitohazardous level, and instead affects underlying bureaucratic systems and semiotic constructs independently from personal cognition (see Addendum 4703-01). Significant cognitive dissonance may still occur due to inherent incongruities between SCP-4703 and normative human comprehension. In addition to sustaining the legality of SCP-4703, these anomalous influences may also form new legal restrictions against certain activities within the property. Violation of these restrictions may result in the spontaneous manifestation of violent animals in or around the offending party. Examples of unethical (but perfectly legal4) hazards: Shelves are mounted on pneumatic actuators5 and frequently rotate, altering the store's layout to increase consumer traffic and/or prevent egress. Occasionally, two opposing shelves will thrust together and crush any merchandise, customers, and wildlife caught between. Children who are separated from their parent(s)/guardian(s) will be forcibly detained until the parent(s)/guardian(s) either pays an upfront fine of $47.67 cash in exact change or undergoes immediate and permanent eyebrow removal via laser follicle surgery. Trapdoor mechanisms are installed in several dozen sections of tiling. Each is triggered by a particular action (e.g. saying the word "Wednesday"; not saying the word "Wednesday") and deposits victims in a deep shaft containing some form of hazard (e.g. metal spikes, glitter pile, poisonous snakes6). The triggers change daily and are listed on the business' website in Latin, with translations available in Koine Greek and extinct languages such as Phoenician and Punic. There is a section at the far side of the store marked "Starving for SAVINGS???" and "Discounts ad bestias!!!" wherein all merchandise is marked off by 70% or more.7 The area is partitioned with chain-link fencing and constantly patrolled by a minimum of 15 malnourished lions.8 Store-branded fishing rods, telescopic grabbing mechanisms, and drones are available to rent for the explicit purpose of retrieving items remotely, albeit at a dramatic markup. Outside items intended for this purpose are not permitted. Steel doors along the perimeter allow customers to access the area directly, but will lock from the inside after a certain amount of time has elapsed.9 There is a ~5% chance that cashiers will ask customers for a kiss on the lips after checkout. Should the customer accept, there is a further ⅓ chance the cashier will be wearing lipstick poisoned with an anomalous toxin that kills instantly. Should the customer refuse, their purchases will be promptly incinerated without refund. Customers may volunteer to have lipids extracted at checkout in exchange for store credit. If the sum of every digit in a customer's credit card number is odd and the first letter of the card holder's name matches the 'letter of the day' in the most recently aired episode of Sesame Street on the local broadcasting network, extraction of lipids is immediate and mandatory and perfectly legal, thank you very much. Every day at an arbitrary time between 3pm and closing, alarms will sound, the lions will be released from the discount section, and all but two checkout lines will immediately close. Products purchased during this period will be free of charge, but must still be scanned one at a time. The owner of SCP-4703 has not been identified. No correspondence of tactical or scientific value has been made with the owner of SCP-4703. Addendum 4703-1: Memo regarding ongoing bureaucratic obstacles per Foundation senior legal counsel. Counteraction of SCP-4703’s legal anomalies is a top-level priority for our department, and we are making every effort to resolve the matter in a way which minimizes loss of life and economic detriment. We have received a significant number of inquiries regarding the mechanism of SCP-4703's indisputable legality; unfortunately, there are no easy answers. Law is a human concept. It exists on paper because we write it down. It exists in practice because we enforce it. Generally we interpret and exercise the law through the scrutiny of semantics, intent, and precedent, yet bureaucratohazards such as SCP-4703 are not necessarily predicated on such things—in fact, the law as most know it has very little to do with the matter. While it's not a perfect comparison, one could say that baseline law is to anomalous law as arithmetic is to algebra: both are recognized as mathematics, but the latter is more abstract. Imagine that Timmy and Sally each have two apples. If Timmy gives Sally his apples, then Sally should end up with four. But she doesn't. She has ten. How can this be? Sally recounts the apples and reenacts the scenario over and over, but there is no mistake. Two and two make ten. It is an incontrovertible fact. You see, even if anomalies are irrational, they are factual, and it is essential that one accept this if they wish to develop a countervailing methodology. Once Sally accepts that her four apples have become ten, she reevaluates her radix and decides to recount the apples in base four. Suddenly, the "ten" apples are "10" apples. "10" is four in base four, which is the appropriate number of apples. Eureka! Sally collects another four apples, bringing the total to "twenty", which is "20", which is eight, which confirms that her new paradigm aligns with the abnormality. Form follows function according to the function of the form, and at last, everything makes sense. Except none of it does, really. A well-behaved reality oughtn't conflate the concrete with the abstract. If you initially perceived a countable sum of ten apples in base ten, then the equivalent number of apples in base four should be twenty-two, since it stands to reason that changing your subjective view of an outcome oughtn't alter the physical materials in the equation. However, we live in a very naughty reality which may, on a whim, allow a young girl to wield apples unbeholden to thermodynamics. This explanation is inadequate, of course, but hopefully it goes a small way toward helping you understand why the legal department is currently occupied with a comprehensive redrafting of Texas corporate law in a quaternary semiological system. This in itself would be an exceptional feat even for the most skilled of bureaucromancers, and it is further compounded by the necessary incorporation of contingency clauses against the self-aware fact patterns that keep legitimizing rabid lions into existence inside my goddamned bathroom. We are grateful to you, our valued colleagues, for your patience and cooperation as we work together toward a solution. SHELDON M. KATZ, ESQ. FOUNDATION LEGAL DEPARTMENT Mission Log: The following is a transcript excerpt from an early field investigation of SCP-4703. Field Agent: Felicity Blandina (code name 'Karen of Justice') Subject: Daniel Paulson (SCP-4703 Employee) Foreword: Agent Blandina entered SCP-4703 under the pretense of being a dissatisfied customer. [Begin Log] Blandina: I can't believe this. It's a crime. You're scamming innocent people. I'm a mother! I'm here for my kids! What do you want me to tell my kids? Paulson: Ma'am, I'm sorry about your kids, but that's just how the offer works. It's perfectly legal10. Blandina: No, I don't accept that. You can't do this. Let me speak to your manager. I want my discount. Paulson: I don't think the manager will be able to help, ma'am. Look, it says right here on your coupon… Blandina: You expect me to read your fine print bullcrap? I have astigmatism. Paulson: …right here on your coupon, it says, "offer valid with ritual castration". Now, I can understand that may seem like an issue if you don't have anything to castrate, but for no extra charge, we can schedule a surgery to attach— Blandina: I'm not leaving here without my discount. Paulson: Ma'am, please understand, it can take several months to find a compatible donor. Blandina: Your lanyard's backwards. Turn it around. I want to see your name. Paulson: My name's Daniel, ma'am. Blandina: Listen very closely. I want my discount. I'm going to get my discount. If anyone's getting castrated today, it will be you, and all I would need are my purse strings and my bare hands. Do I make myself clear, Daniel? Paulson: Now hang on, ma'am. No point in beating the saddle instead of the donkey. I'll talk to the manager and see if we can work something out. Blandina: I'm going to speak to him myself. Take me to him. Paulson bites his lip, looks around, and pats his thighs. Paulson: Right. Okay. This way. Paulson takes Agent Blandina to a door near the front of the store. It leads to an unlit stairwell which takes them to an underground break room. Several hammocks are suspended throughout the room, each occupied by one or more employees. Paulson crosses beneath a hammock on his stomach and gestures for Agent Blandina to follow him. Blandina: People sleep here? Paulson: Some of us live here. Blandina: Why? Paulson: Depends. I entered a raffle for an abs transplant and won this instead. Couldn't turn it down. Like, legally couldn't. Some people get lost in the store, and if you don't leave for fifteen minutes after closing, you're legally required to stay. I think a year's the minimum, but the benefits are good, so yeah. At the other end of the room, Paulson leads Agent Blandina to a dim hall. They pass twelve unmarked doors before reaching the end. Paulson: He's in here, ma'am. Paulson opens the door at the end of the hall. The room inside resembles a storage unit with metal shelves along the walls. Several large boxes block the far end of the space. Blandina: Your manager's office is a supply closet? Paulson: Basically. Paulson activates a pull-string light and moves several boxes to reveal an executive office chair in the back of the room. It is turned to face the wall. Paulson: I really don't think you want to do this. Blandina: What I want is my discount. Paulson sighs and draws the chair away from the wall. A nude male corpse, presumably mummified, sits in the seat. Its skin appears desiccated and taut, conforming to the shape of its bones. The figure is postured with its arms draped loosely around its stomach and its head bent backward at a severe angle. The jaw is fully extended, but no teeth are visible. Eyelids are drawn and vacant. Paulson: This is Mr. Venatio Haruspice, our manager. Sorry. I would have told you, but it's against the rules. Blandina: I feel like I should have expected this. Paulson pats his thighs rhythmically for a few seconds. Paulson: You can still, uh, make your complaint, and he can pass it on to the owner. I don't— I'm not sure how, but he can pass it on, and they'll fax us a response. Blandina: He can hear us? Paulson: Maybe. He also might be like a telephone, kind of? I'm not sure. I really don't know. It's, it's very— I'm really sorry for the, uh, the inconvenience. You see, the faxes that the owner sends, they hide them in cereal boxes, so it may take a while to find them, but cereal's all we eat around here, because we get a lot of faxes that are really important, so it hopefully won't take too long, and please rest assured we're trying— Blandina: David. Paulson: Me? Blandina: Explain this, David. Paulson: Which part? Blandina gestures broadly to the corpse. Paulson: I don't know. Blandina: Tell me what little you do know. Paulson: I know that he's legally our manager. I know that he's, well, what he is. I know that one of us always has to kiss him goodnight at closing time. I know that if we tell him something, the owner knows, but the owner seems to know everything that happens here anyway, so I can't be certain that's related. What else…? I know that he's empty— or hollow, actually. Hollow's probably a better word. Blandina: And what's the difference between empty and hollow? Paulson retrieves his phone from his pocket. He activates the flashlight and illuminates the inside of the corpse's mouth. No teeth, gums, or internal tissue of any sort are present within. Paulson: See? Just skin. Paulson moves the flashlight behind the corpse's neck, creating an interior glow at the back of the throat. Blandina: That's certainly hollow. But how is it not empty? Paulson: Put your ear up to his mouth. Blandina: What? Paulson: Go on. Blandina: I'm not doing that, David. Paulson: Oh. Well, it's like a seashell, except you don't hear the ocean. There's a noise. I can't quite tell what it is, though. It's distant. Real far away. Sounds a lot like a voice, but not like speech. Can't even tell if it's human or animal. Roaring, maybe? Agent Blandina removes the microphone hidden in her blouse and uses the cord to lower it into the corpse's mouth. Speech and noises outside the corpse are muffled. Paulson: What is that? Are you [Inaudible] The faint sound of an emergency siren begins to play. Paulson: Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. It's the lions. Run. Blandina: Upstairs? But [Inaudible] when we're down here? Paulson rushes out of the room without responding. Agent Blandina retrieves the microphone and follows after him. Loud, blunt noises are heard behind the hallway doors as she leaves. [End Log] Afterword: Agent Blandina exited SCP-4703 with minimal injury. Legality was restructured shortly thereafter to prevent further access to SCP-4703's employee areas by non-employees. An audio analysis of the recording inside Mr. Haruspice's corpse revealed noises which fit Paulson's description. The examiner also noted that the sounds are indistinguishable from human laughter when the recording is played with a 75% increase in speed, which is perfectly legal, thank you very much. Footnotes 1. thank you very much 2. Super Competitive Prices!™, LLC. 3. Often stylized as "YWTGTSYT". 4. thank you very much 5. Previously powered by hydraulics until the store's 2018 renovation. Fatalities have risen proportionally with the increased speed of shelf movement. 6. Snake specimens collected from SCP-4703 were found to be harmless unless consumed. Subjective responses to the specimens generally regard the scent and flavor as enticing. 7. Discounts relative to MSRP. 8. Morphological and genetic analysis indicate these may be Barbary lions (Panthera leo leo), a regional population previously thought to be extinct. Research remains inconclusive due to the retaliatory addition of anomalous regulations against genetic sample collection within SCP-4703. 9. Per the company's website, the amount of seconds a customer is given before the doors lock is equal to the sum of every digit in their date of birth multiplied by the number of letters in their Chinese zodiac sign. No countdown is displayed or announced. It is unknown if the company obtains customers' personal information through anomalous means or conventional data acquisition. 10. thank you very much ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4703" by PeppersGhost, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4703. 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-4704 | euclid | Item #: SCP-4704 SCP-4704-250, 251 and 252 prior to containment Special Containment Procedure: All SCP-4704 instances are to be kept in Storage Containment Hangar 92-Δ of Area-92. Containment Hangar 92-Δ is to be outfitted with a Scranton Reality Anchor (SRA). Each SRA’s function must be checked on a weekly basis. A minimum of five Level 3 researchers are to remain on site. In the event of a reactivation of SCP-4704 effects, research personnel are to immediately contact Site-01 and record all anomalous adjustments made to the area. SCP-4704 instances discovered outside of Foundation custody are to be immediately recovered and replaced with a 1:1 replica of gabbro, limestone, or sandstone. Revision 2/15/2019: Newly-manifested SCP-4704 instances discovered outside of Foundation custody are to be immediately recovered. All civilian elements witness to the manifestation of an SCP-4704 instance are to be detained and administered Class A amnestics. The replacement protocol is deemed unnecessary for these instances. Notation by the Department of External Affairs: I've received inquiries on the necessity of the replacement policy. SCP-4704's global fame and current importance within the historical culture of the Republic of Costa Rica has made its removal from public knowledge impractical. It is in our judgement that the cost of such an operation would far exceed that of current procedures. - M. White, Director, DEA Diquis Delta region, Republic of Costa Rica Description: SCP-4704 is the collective designation given to an assortment of over three hundred petrospheres2 discovered within the Republic of Costa Rica, specifically that of the Diquis Delta region. These spheres were originally found in clusters of up to twenty instances organized in geometric patterns, ranging in size from about 2.5 centimeters to over 2 meters in diameter, and weighing up to 16 metric tons. Details concerning sculpting and transportation of these spheres are unknown. This is due to the European conquest of the region during the 16th century, resulting in the loss of indigenous knowledge and culture. Accurate dating of SCP-4704 instances proves difficult, as the majority are no longer in their location of discovery. Civilian interference has lead to the relocation of numerous instances to public and private spaces (such as tourist destinations, government offices, parks, and museums), as well as the destruction of many instances prior to Foundation involvement. Initial public discovery of SCP-4704 in 1930 by workers of the United Fruit Company No singular instance of SCP-4704 displays an immediate anomalous nature. Anomalous effects become active when a minimum of two instances are positioned in a specific geometric pattern. Activated SCP-4704 instances are classified as sonorous rocks3, being capable of emitting a frequency of 65.40625 Hz when stimulated. Activated instances respond to the production of musical tones within their vicinity. Frequency and duration of tones which generate a response from SCP-4704 are varied, but inconsistent. Instances possessing active anomalous effects generate discrepancies within the hume field of the surrounding area. These discrepancies are minor, but will at times produce alterations to aspects of the space. Recorded alterations include: Generation of flora and Poaceae species indigenous to Diquis Delta region Slight alteration of spacial temperature consistent with climate of Diquis Delta region Degradation of chemical elements within air and/or soil possibly harmful to present organisms The generation of insects and arachnids native to the Diquis Delta Region Generation of crops typical in Mesoamerican culture SCP-4704 are theorized to have been used to alter land for the purpose of cultivation by local Mesoamerican tribes. However, upon the removal of SCP-4704 instances from their position of initial discovery, the anomalous effects of said instance become neutralized. Removal of several instances results in the neutralization of all surrounding instances as well. Due to the ignorance of this fact prior to the collection and containment of SCP-4704, it is believed that all instances are neutralized. Discovery Log: Anomalous nature of SCP-4704 discovered when amateur musician ████ ████ visited the Republic of Costa Rica on 11/21/1996. Subject arrived to location known for possessing SCP-4704 instances and began to play an acoustic guitar. Activated instances nearby responded to this sonorous stimulation, generating effects within a radius of about 20 meters. The Foundation intercepted local security reports to law enforcement and investigated all archaeological sites containing SCP-4704. Shortly thereafter the O5 Council approved the commencement of Operation Bag of Sand, in which agents seized and replaced all displaced instances, finalizing on 29/05/2002 The following is an interview conducted immediately after apprehension of ████ ████. Interviewed: ████ ████ Interviewer: Dr. Rodolfo Foreword: ████ ████ hand cuffed to table. Prior to interview subject demonstrates anxiety and aggression towards personnel. Subject expresses suspicion that personnel are members of a government based organization. Interviewer was instructed not to deconfirm this suspicion nor to confirm the events of the anomalous interaction, as to maintain ambiguity. Superfluous data expunged. <Begin Log> Dr. Rodolfo: Good morning, sir, my name is- ████ ████: You can't hold me here! I want to speak to an attorney! Dr.Rodolfo: Sir, please- ████ ████: I haven't broken any laws! You can't arrest me for nothing! Dr. Rodolfo: Mr. ████ you're not arrested. I need you to remain calm. I just want to ask a few questions. ████ ████: You're not the OIJ. I can tell. CIA? Dr. Rodolfo: My name is Dr. Rodolfo. I am a psychologist. I was called in to speak with you, seeing as you caused quite the commotion today. ████ ████: I was just playing my music. That illegal in Costa Rica? Playing music in public? Dr. Rodolfo: No, but starting a panic is. ████ ████: I had nothing to do with all the crazy shit. Dr. Rodolfo: Tell me Mr. ████, what do you mean when you refer to, um, crazy shit? ████ ████: The hell do you think I mean? The flowers! The plants! They just started growing all over! Dr. Rodolfo: I'm only inquiring. Now, you did not expect these effects? ████ ████: Why would I? Dr. Rodolfo: Mr. ████, your reaction to these "flowers" you saw were caught by a security camera. I've seen the tapes myself. I must say, you were rather excited. ████ ████: So what? Like I said, it was crazy shit. Stones aren't supposed to make stuff grow. Dr. Rodolfo: I don't recall mentioning the Esferas. So, you believe they were the source? ████ ████: I- I was- what? Dr. Rodolfo: Mr. ████, I have with me documentation showing this isn't the first of our Esferas that you've visited. And in all of said sites you've played your music. You have been expecting this, haven't you? ████ ████: …I knew it, I knew you were fucking CIA! Dr. Rodolfo: I am not affiliated with the United States Mr. ████. So please, tell me, what were you trying to do here? What is your interest in our native artifacts? Subject begins to laugh. ████ ████: Those things aren't native man, no Indians carved those! Wake up! They were [DATA EXPUNGED] Dr. Rodolfo: Um… yes, well, but why the guitar? ████ ████: Because I wanted to make something beautiful with my music. Something meaningful. Dr. Rodolfo removes his glasses and sighs Dr. Rodolfo: Mr. ████, enlighten me. Where is it that you learned of this? Where did you get these ideas? ████ ████: Do I look like a rat to you? I don't need to explain a thing! Doesn't matter anyways, I proved it today! Dr. Rodolfo: Mmm. Well, I'm sorry to inform you that these effects you claim to have seen were imaginary. There were no growing plants. It was a hallucination. ████ ████: No! No! I saw what I saw! Fuck you, I saw it! Dr. Rodolfo motions to guards to begin to remove ████ ████ Dr. Rodolfo: Hallucinations Mr. ████, we will do what we can to help. ████ ████: I'm not crazy! I saw it! People saw it! You can't hide it! Fucking narks! <End Log> Closing Statement: Subject's knowledge of SCP-4704's nature is inconclusive. It is uncertain if ████ ████ was aware of the necessity for specific tones to activate the effects, or if this was a coincidental incident. Information offered by subject concerning the origin of SCP-4704 by way of ancient extraterrestrial influence is considered speculation influenced by popular unproven theory. Subject was administered class A amnestic after interview, and was subsequently released to local authorities. Addendum 4704.01: Incident Report 2/15/2019 Additional SCP-4704 instances have begun to anomalously manifest in a multitude of locations, the majority of which have been recorded to appear within the Central and South American region. These locations vary greatly in terrain, accessibility, and population density, making the predictability of these manifestations untenable. It is unknown if newly-manifested instances of SCP-4704 possess activated anomalous effects. Alongside each of these additional instances manifests a small statue depicting a ████████ ███████. Special Containment Procedure has been revised. Addendum 4704.02: Containment Committee Proposal Containment Committee Proposal CASE: 91500200 SCP#: 4704 Procedure Modifications: Destruction of all SCP-4704 instances currently in containment, as well as any newly-manifested instances. ETHICS COMMITTEE VERDICT: N/A LOGISTICS DEPARTMENT VERDICT: N/A O5 COUNCIL VERDICT: N/A Notation: You know what we're dealing with here. It is only sensible. He's called our bluff. It's time for extreme measures. Just look at the statues, he is mocking us. He knows we didn't have the gall to forget. - Dr. Rodolfo You've Got Mail Footnotes 1. See Addendum 4704.01: Incident Report 2/15/2019 2. Spherical artifacts composed of stone. 3. Stones which resonate in a tone similar to that of a bell or gong, usually when struck. |
SCP-4705 | neutralized | 3/4705 LEVEL 3/4705 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4705 Neutralized Special Containment Procedures: Unnecessary. For posterity, the previous procedures have been archived. OPEN Archived Containment Procedures: CLOSE Archived Containment Procedures: Secure Area-119 has been established at a perimeter of 5 kilometers from the area designated as SCP-4705. Three checkpoints have been created along the primary access route leading to SCP-4705 and each checkpoint demarcates a secure zone of the perimeter. No access is permitted beyond the second checkpoint without Level 4 authorization and all groups allowed to enter this area are to contain at least one member fluent in Japanese at all times. Update: As of 1946-03-15 a significant reduction in the atmospheric phenomenon surrounding SCP-4705 was noted. Teams continued to evaluate the changing circumstances and it was determined that the exterior dimensions of SCP-4705 were contracting. Within 30 days the anomaly no longer generated any atmospheric interference of any kind and the interior was no longer accessible. Due to this change in circumstance, the area designated as SCP-4705 has been reclassified as Neutralized. Secure Area-119 is to remain in place for a period of 20 years and should no anomalous activity resume, it can be safely decommissioned. Description: SCP-4705 was an extra-dimensional spatial anomaly affecting a roughly 8km2 area near the Hibu Shrine, located in the Shimane region of Japan. The approach to this location was characterized by an increase in cloud density and the appearance of a yellow-green haze, although neither of these conditions were visible via satellite surveillance or remote monitoring. At the designated boundaries of SCP-4705, both of these meteorological phenomena increased in intensity such that visibility was reduced to 30 meters or less. The limitation of visibility also extended to electronic surveillance. Thermal imagery, satellite surveillance, thaumo-spectrographic imaging, and low-light enhancing technologies proved wholly ineffective at expanding operational range within the anomaly. In addition to limiting line of sight, SCP-4705 also attenuated electronic signals such that the effective range of standard issue communication equipment was limited to approximately 50 meters or less. The interior of SCP-4705 included an unknown number of derelict buildings in various states of disrepair and neglect but also represented numerous eras of architectural style. The majority of the buildings documented were representative of 'modern' Japanese architecture however several buildings were consistent with styles and craftsmanship dating as far back as the early Edo period1. The total square footage of all buildings documented exceeded the perceivable exterior dimensions of SCP-4705 by at least one order of magnitude; the true interior dimensions of SCP-4705 remain unknown. Supplemental materials recovered in the course of investigating this anomaly identified aggressive, psychokinetic, metamorphic beings that inhabited the interior of SCP-4705. No proof of the existence of these entities was collected during the Foundation's investigation. Discovery Log 4705.1: Dateline: 1945-08-16 General Ogawa of the Imperial Japanese Anomalous Matters Examination Agency (IJAMEA) joined Foundation operations after the formal dissolution of his organization. The General provided intelligence on a number of matters of concern to the IJAMEA as well as several other remnant factions still loyal to Japanese Imperialist ideals and their personnel. As part of his cooperation, an active operational report that would lead to the discovery of SCP-4705 was provided. A translated copy of this report has been enclosed. OPEN Investigation Log 4705.2: CLOSE Investigation Log 4705.2 Dateline: 1945-10-10 A contingent of Mobile Task Force Mu-13 ("Ghost Busters") made landfall near the mouth of the Kobe River in the early morning hours and traversed inland to the coordinates provided by General Ogawa. No tactical setbacks were encountered and the MTF reached the operational zone at 1300. Final equipment check and a unit status report were provided at 1335 and the MTF was given permission to proceed. Unknown at the time, the anomaly affected electronic surveillance including recording equipment rendering much of the footage recorded unrecoverable. One member of MTF Mu-13 was designated as the group's videographer and their testimony has been used to order events, synchronize disparate media files, and clarify with written supplement as needed. Recording begins with the sound of heavy boots on a gravel path and the miscellaneous cluttering of equipment as static clears. Transcriptionist indicates three members of the MTF are present: Graves, Dawkins, and Royce. Extraneous audio and video has been cut as necessary. Graves: Okay fellas, let's get the NVDs2 out; cloud cover is getting mighty thick. Storm maybe? Dawkins: Barometer is crashing, you're probably right. But it's not even 1400 yet? Royce: Gettin' real tough to see. Do you think maybe a volcano went off? It's all dusty and stuffy and hazy like there's a forest fire or something nearby. Cloud cover jives with that. Graves: NVD first, questions later. Doesn't really matter right now anyway. Recording picks up again some time later as the MTF, now inside the anomaly, surveys a dilapidated convenience shop. Transcriptionist notes that the exterior of the convenience store was brick but the mortar between the stones was some sort of semi-translucent, gelatinous material that wept a rust colored substance. Upon examination, this substance was deemed similar to the material recovered from the torii gate and cataloged. Agents Graves and Dawkins are visible near the checkout counter. Agent Royce, holding the camera, slowly walks around the interior ring of the store; the building's interior is rectangular with shelving units in the middle of the floor. The camera pans over several packaged food items overrun with mold or fungus and caked in a thick layer of slime. All organic foods visible appear to be in a similar state. As the camera continues to pan, Agent Royce eventually comes upon glass jars that are suspected to have contained food. The labels on all the jars have rotten away and the interior of the jar is filled with what appears to be a thickened, dark green substance. The camera comes upon a thin wooden instrument by itself on a shelf. The object appears smooth, carved by hand, and has several kanji on its surface. Royce: Hey, Dawkins. This thing here has some writing on it. Looks out of place. Mean anything to you? Agent Royce reaches out to touch the gohei3 and as he wraps his fingers around it, a piercing scream overtakes the camera audio and causes the videographer to wince and recoil. As he does so, he throws the gohei back onto the shelf and falls onto his posterior, scrambling away. The accompanying agents run over to assist as the scream abruptly cuts off. Graves: What in Sam Hill was that? Dawkins: I don't know but it was gosh darn loud, and it sounded close. Graves: Upstairs? Dawkins: Afraid so. <Assists Agent Royce to his feet> Transcriptionist indicates that the MTF was able to locate a door near the back wall that contained a staircase heading up. Footage resumes as the group is climbing the stairs. The camera is aimed down at the feet while the MTF ascends and as it levels, the faint outline of an open doorway is visible. Agent Graves is the first through. Upon entry, Agent Graves freezes in place and Dawkins calls out to him trying to clarify what is wrong. Graves has no response and remains immobile for nearly thirty seconds until he tumbles backward and collides with the wall. He removes his NVD and begins to convulse until he vomits. Dawkins and Royce look in on the room. Visible in the center of the room is a bedroll, canteen, rotted remains of a food item, and a saddlebag. The camera pans left and regards a large black spot on the wall. It is a roughly humanoid mass approximately 2.0 meters in height, partially blended into the wall. Exposed bones are visible through the material including a human skull, humerus, phalanges, ribs, and tarsals. The majority of the mass appears to be opaque and tarlike although indistinct crawling appears to be going on underneath the surface. Dawkins: <Cocks his head and takes two slow steps closer> Is that…? Royce: That's close enough. Not fucking kidding, not another step closer. Dawkins: <Nodding as he covers his nose and mouth> Smells disgusting. Is that, is it still decomposing? Royce: Doesn't look that fresh to me… Dawkins steps away from the entity and kicks open the bedroll in the middle of the room. The interior of the bedroll is filled with the shriveled and desiccated corpses of countless insects including what appear to be centipedes, worms, slugs, and several different types of arachnids. Dawkins then kicks at the rotted pile of food; no effect noted. Finally, Dawkins uses his foot to try and open the flap of the saddlebag. As he does so, a gushing sound and a crunch are heard from off camera. The frame snaps left back to the black entity on the wall; the exposed skull has moved and its jaw hangs open. It screams. Dawkins can be seen scrambling on the right side of the video as the videographer backpedals and the MTF leaves the room. Notable clamoring continues as they descend the stairs and static overtakes the video. Video resumes an unknown amount of time later with the MTF walking through a yellow-green haze. Agents Graves and Dawkins are visible in front of the videographer and Dawkins is carrying a saddlebag. Although visibility is minimal, the cloud cover appears to be receding and light levels are increasing. The video log ends as the MTF passes under a torii gate and exit the boundary of SCP-4705. OPEN Supplemental Log 4705.3 CLOSE Supplemental Log 4705.3 The following transcription is a series of journal entries recovered from the personal effects of an unknown IJAMEA operative during the events of Investigation Log 4705.2. This journal has been translated from Japanese to English and archived with SCP-4705. The journal was separated from IJAMEA operatives for unknown reasons, and the ultimate status of the author is unknown. We have reached the foot of the Mount. I can feel the oppressive air rolling down its slopes, thickening as it tries to smother us. The others are nervous as well but we steel ourselves for the challenge ahead. The Empire calls upon us to do our sacred duty and we will be worthy of that faith. We rise with the sun tomorrow and make our approach. The Saishu was right; I can feel the wrongness of this place. The grass itself seems to bend away. We entered a thick fog after our climb. Midday has suddenly become near night and we have taken to break while torches are readied. Eight of us pass beneath the torii at Hibu Shrine. Shinpei saw movement in the distance and I fear the holy nature of our task got the better of him. He reached for his gohei and charged at the moment, screaming warrior's cry into this haze that follows us and chills our bones. We saw his torch bound and weave until it passed beyond our sight. Soon we chased after him. Many paces and we find his torch but it has gone dark. Many more paces and we find Shinpei on his knees in the road. His eyes have been wounded but he will not talk. Shinpei tells us we must shield ourselves with our faith and it is the last time he speaks. We bandage him as best we can. Captain swears we have encountered his childhood home. There are many homes here, many other buildings too. It is as if an entire city were laid out around us but all is empty except for the skittering. I can hear small feet pittering against the paved road. I can hear long nails tapping against brick. It is too dark to see anywhere beyond the torch. Too much haze surrounds us. We lost Captain today. Tonight. Not sure; despite the cramped, tense, and thick fog the faint orange of the sun never seems to waver from the horizon. Never cutting through but always reminding us its out there, somewhere beyond our sight, our reach. We no longer have the right to feel its warmth. Captain insisted that we double back to the place he called home as a child, to that house. Our mission yet unsatisfied and Shinpei growing worse by the hour we did not wish to deviate but we fear that our leader will not be able to shake what he has seen and felt since. Through no small miracle in this disorienting place, we found the home again and the Captain bid for us to wait outside. We allowed. Moments passed as we waited, the moment pregnant with our tense attention. Hinata looked at me and went inside; I knew he could stand idly no longer and I did not stop him. Two more followed including me and I bid the others to attend to Shinpei. The home was empty save for piles of filth and soot. The walls grimy and rotten, the floor warped and wet. Whatever home this place used to represent it had become a corrupted and hollow shell of that purpose. We came upon the Captain in what we thought was a bedroom. He was motionless in the middle. Our commander looked back over his shoulder and I swear he looked at me and in that very moment, I too was paralyzed by the magnitude of what he felt conveyed to me by glance alone. The air itself shuddered and warped around him and our Captain burst. Exploded. Combusted in a shower of blackness and death. His bleached white bones laid bare on the floor before us and the darkness that dwelt within him now doused us all. There in his place was a hypnotizing thing, a ball, a floating mass of white and blue that roared color and energy against the pallor of despair that dominated this place. It was surrounded in a white-hot flame that dancing and moved as if it had life. Although it had no eyes, I felt it look at us. Wanting. Hungry. Hinata pulled out his gohei, hand trembling, and we backed away. We left. Shinpei worsens. I believe he has a sickness of the blood. We knew the risk with his injury but somehow I know it is this place and no disease of man that takes him now. He asks to be left alone to face his fate but we cannot. We are carrying him now, one of us on each side. Not sure how long he has left. We lost one during the night. Kaito's bedroll was empty this morning. Four of us took cardinal direction and one torch and spread out. Thirty minutes of paces and we did not find him. Well, I said I did not find him. What remained of Kaito was slumped against a well, his bleached white bones drowning in a black tar just like the Captain. I swear he looked at me as his essence oozed down the wall and I could hear him scream. With much shame I admit in this most private moment that I was afraid, I was in terror, and I ran. Shinpei has died. There was no fever but his veins run black with his blood. I know what took him and we must leave. I do not know how long it has been but we cannot find our way down. We got as the compass says and we should have reached the foot of the mountain twice over by now, but we are still among the still and silent buildings of this corrupt and diseased city. I can still hear their skittering and I know they will come for us as well, should we fail to leave. We have prepared more torches but our supplies dwindle. Water will be spent tomorrow if such a word can even still be used. Day blends into night blends into day. My watch continues on but it feels like I do not. I wish the skittering would stop. I wish they'd show their faces. We ran. We ran and I am alone. A blue flame approached us and we thought it the delicate bobbing of a scout's lantern but it carried no hope. Youkai, Oni, I'm not sure. As it parted the fog and stepped into the light of my torch it became the face of one hundred people or more. The hopeless, sick, lifeless eyes of a thousand corpses I saw as the light leave them forever. It was everything I am inside and I ran. Boils on my arms now. I can feel them on my back. They are small sores with blackened edges and I have seen this disease before. It's the same thing the rats gave them back at the prison. I know it's in me now, I can feel it in every breath I take, every breath this places forces upon me with its sickening air. I find that there is poetry in this end that is coming for me. As the pain no longer lets me sleep, I lie here in my bedroll and contemplate what cruel poet must have ordained this. Perhaps it was me all along. I deserve this. For all that I have done, I deserve this. I hope that my Imperial brethren are able to recover my journal, my bones. Know that there is nothing for you here except what you have brought with you. Every sin you carry pulled out through your pores. This is the hell we made. With final respect, my life for the Emperor Kazuto Shinsuke Unit 731 Imperial Japanese Army Footnotes 1. A period of Japan's history encompassing 1600 to 1868 CE. 2. 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SCP-4706 | keter | WARNING: THE FOLLOWING PAGE CONTAINS A POTENTIAL CLASS 5 COGNITOHAZARDOUS OR MEMETIC THREAT TO NORMALCY. ANY ATTEMPT TO DESCRIBE OR DISCUSS THE OBJECT CONTAINED WITHIN MAY ONLY BE DONE INDIRECTLY, REFERENTIALLY, AND WITHOUT THE AID OF NUMBERS OR NUMERICAL DESCRIPTORS. AS SUCH THE CLASSIFICATION COMMITTEE RECOMMENDS "THE OBJECT WITHIN SCP-4706" AS A SAFE MEANS OF REFERENCE. NOTICE FROM THE FOUNDATION RECORDS AND INFORMATION SECURITY ADMINISTRATION Access to the interior article can only be established from one of two air-gapped computers and requires the use of a specially constructed numeric passphrase. If you are incapable of reciting the full passphrase upon exit, you will be subjected to total neural neutralization. Amnestics have proven to be ineffective in combating the spread of this anomaly and such admittedly extreme measures are our only reliable defense. This is your only warning. -Maria Jones, Director, RAISA ESTABLISH DATABASE CONNECTION |
SCP-4708 | keter | close Info X SCP-4708 "Thpecial Containment Prothedure" by: DrAkimoto ~DrAkimoto's Author Page~ 3/4708 LEVEL 3/4708 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4708 keter A photograph of SCP-4708 with a SCP-4708-1 instance. Special Containment Procedures: Foundation WebCrawler-Q9/4708 is to continuously monitor video streaming platforms for all videos titled "Mike Tyson's Magic Minute". The origin point will be traced and MTF Epsilon-32 ("Lennox's Boys") are to investigate and apprehend SCP-4708, if possible. Foundation contacts within the entertainment industry will propagate the idea that these videos are "deepfakes"1 created to humiliate SCP-4708. Description: SCP-4708 is Michael Gerard Tyson, the former World Heavyweight Boxing Champion. SCP-4708 is theorized to have reality-bending capabilities, though the exact nature and full extent of its anomalous abilities are undetermined. SCP-4708 is capable of transfiguring matter into entities resembling pigeons, documented as SCP-4708-1. Instances of SCP-4708-1 vary in size, ranging from 1-15 meters tall, with some instances displaying additional anomalous properties. Discovery: On October 10, 2019, a series of 3025 unique one-minute videos titled "Mike Tyson's Magic Minute" were uploaded simultaneously to the video sharing platform YouTube. These videos all feature SCP-4708 performing anomalous feats stylized as magic tricks. The following video logs were transcribed automatically by WebCrawler-Q9/4708: Video 4708/A14 [BEGIN LOG] [Video begins with SCP-4708 standing in a field] SCP-4708: Hey guyth, ith your man, Mike Tython— here with another "Magic Minute". [SCP-4708 begins to walk, the camera follows it. Two civilians can be seen eating on a blanket, subject begins to walk towards them.] Civilian Male: Holy shit you're Mike— [SCP-4708 pulls the blanket from underneath the two civilians.] Civilian Female: Oh my god, what are— [SCP-4708 throws the blanket over the civilians.] SCP-4708: Lookth like we got a couple of love birdth here. [SCP-4708 quickly removes the blanket from the civilians revealing two SCP-4708-1 instances approximately the same size as the civilians. SCP-4708 turns the camera and sticks its thumb in the air.] SCP-4708: Make sure you tune in next time for the Mike Tython Magic Minute! [END LOG] Video 4708/B9 [BEGIN LOG] [Video begins with SCP-4708 standing on a street in front of a commuter bus.] SCP-4708: Hey guyth, ith your man, Mike Tython— here with your latest "Magic Minute". [SCP-4708 places its hand on the bus.] SCP-4708: Today I got thomething real thpecial for you. [SCP-4708 starts to drag a tarpaulin over the bus, the civilians inside begin banging on the windows.] SCP-4708: Abra-Kadabra-Alakatham! [The tarpaulin can be seen moving and rounding out before a 15-meter-tall SCP-4708-1 instance emerges from underneath the tarp.] SCP-4708: But wait there'th more. [SCP-4708 snaps its fingers, the SCP-4708-1 instance begins to vomit 22 1.5-meter-tall SCP-4708-1 instances.] SCP-4708: Ta-Dah! Make sure you tune in next time for the Mike Tython Magic Minute! [END LOG] Transcripts of all 3025 videos are available upon request. After reviewing Video 4708/B9, the Foundation confirmed a Detroit commuter bus as well as its 22 passengers were declared missing and began attempting to interview SCP-4708. Interview 1/4708 Date: 2019/10/15 Interviewed: SCP-4708 Interviewer: Agent Lyra Conely Foreword: Agent Conely met with SCP-4708 in its home under the guise of conducting an interview in regards to SCP-4708's boxing career. [BEGIN LOG] Agent Conely: Okay Mr. Tyson, are you ready to begin? SCP-4708: Sure, thoundth good to me. What did you want to know? Agent Conely: When I spoke to your agent, I wasn't 100% percent honest. I was hoping to talk to you about "Mike Tyson's Magic Minute." [Subject remains silent.] Agent Conely: The agency I'm with is inter— SCP-4708: What agenthy did you thay you were from? Agent Conely: Oh— that's not important, you've probably never heard of us. What we really want to— SCP-4708: Thomething thmells fishy… [SCP-4708 stands up, opens its mouth wide, and emits a cooing noise that registers at 130db.] Agent Conely: What the fuck man, what are yo— SCP-4708: I'mma thow you a trick. [SCP-4708 leans towards Agent Conely and uses its teeth to remove her left ear, before spitting it upwards into the air. Agent Conely falls out of camera view but can be heard screaming. Agent Conely's ear can be seen undergoing a transfiguration into a 4-meter-tall SCP-4708-1 instance. SCP-4708 climbs on top of the SCP-4708-1, which proceeds to fly away.] [END LOG] NOTICE FROM THE SITE-71 HUMANOID RECOVERY DEPARTMENT As of 2019/10/15, the current location of SCP-4708 is unknown. Its capture and containment have been upgraded to Level-3 priority. — Carlos Vemas, RDA, Site-71 Footnotes 1. A video editing technology used to combine and superimpose existing images and videos onto source images or videos using a machine learning technique. |
SCP-4709 | keter | 4/4709 LEVEL 4/4709 CLASSIFIED Item #: SCP-4709 Keter Special Containment Procedures: The land containing SCP-4709 has been seized by the Foundation and a 200-meter perimeter has been established around it. In light of the public profile of SCP-4709's planning and construction, a cover story about the resort's financial troubles and ultimate failure was disseminated. Fringe media and web postings regarding the existence of SCP-4709 or its history are to be either discouraged, ignored, or destroyed as per the guidelines set forth by the 'Iron-Curtain-IV' information protocols. Consult the Department of Miscommunication's External Communications Handbook for additional guidance. All personnel assigned to SCP-4709 are to be equipped with a passive listening device which has been configured to detect Frank Sinatra's 1967 rendition of 'The Girl from Ipanema'. Any positive identification of the song is to trigger an evacuation of SCP-4709 to a minimum safe distance of 30-meters. Normal activities may resume at the discretion of the ranking safety officer or after 60-minutes. Description: SCP-4709 is a temporal and spatial instability within 'The Grand Tahoe Resort & Hotel', near Tahoma, California. Although the effects of the anomaly are wholly contained within the building, the presence of the hotel itself is anomalous and is to be considered an inert component of the object. See Discovery.Log.4709 for additional details. Exposure to SCP-4709 results in the rapid fluctuation of baseline reality including the inconsistent passage of time, an inconsistent internal topography, alterations to fundamental constants, and involuntary ontokinesis1. As no pattern or consistency in such events has been established, these incidents are collectively designated as SCP-4709-1. A humanoid entity designated as SCP-4709-2 has been observed within the boundaries of the anomaly and demonstrates broad ontokinetic control over SCP-4709. As the nature and disposition of this entity are currently unknown, further contact is inadvisable and is to be reported immediately. Discovery.Log.4709: In the Fall of 2005, POI-4709 Jacob Pendleton announced the acquisition of several acres of real estate on the California shore of Lake Tahoe. An already-established real estate developer, Pendleton was able to secure a number of investors in order to break ground on construction in early March of 2006. During excavation, crews reported to the job site on the morning of 2006-03-23 and observed the presence of a seven-story hotel fully completed to the specifications set forth by the developer, despite having broken ground only three days prior. A number of calls were made to POI-4709 as well as various third parties before Foundation assets in the area were made aware of the event. Monitoring Task Force Rho-3 ("The Hills Have Eyes") was able to control and stem the flow of information and affect containment. Open Exploration.Log.4709.1: Reception Close Secure Connection [Dateline: 2006-04-09] Assignment: MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") Foreword: MTF reconnaissance agents equipped with standard-issue field gear. Stated objective is to enter the building and check for the presence of hostile entities or areas of primary concern and follow-up. Footage begins as three agents complete an equipment check and approach the hotel. As they walk, a distant scream startles the MTF. The camera jerks upward in the direction of the sound and tracks an object falling from somewhere near the roof of the hotel; the object impacts the mud several meters in front of the MTF. The agents ready their weapons and approach the impact zone. Steam or smoke can be seen rising from the crater. As it clears, the camera observes the calcified remains of a human body. The only discernible remains are the head, neck, left shoulder, and left arm; the rest of the anatomy has shattered beyond recognition. A small black device is clutched in the corpse's hand; it is consistent with a Foundation issue bodycam. Corpse and accompanying equipment were secured. Mission was aborted at this time and rescheduled for later in the day. Bodycam has been sent back to Site-19 for decryption. [End Log] Open Exploration.Log.4709.2: The Lobby Close Secure Connection [Dateline: 2006-04-09] Assignment: MTF Epsilon-6 ("Village Idiots") Foreword: MTF reconnaissance agents deployed an aerial drone to explore the interior of the hotel. The drone is equipped with digital and optical cameras as well as .22 caliber firearm with rubber bullets. Drone footage begins as the device takes flight and heads toward the hotel. MTF agents standing near the door remove a locking mechanism. The drone is allowed egress into the interior and the door is closed behind it. The camera pans left to right before drifting further into the main lobby. The lobby features a vaulted ceiling with ornate bronze molding, marble pillars, and a polished granite floor. Numerous lights are on and music can be heard coming through overhead speakers, although distortions have made the sound quality insufficient to distinguish. Drone continues onward, checking behind the reception counter and the remainder of the lobby and encountering nothing of note. The camera pans to observe block-letter words that spell 'Continental' above an open double door within the lobby. The drone enters the room. The interior of the 'Continental' room features cracked and warped wood paneling, showing signs of advanced decay inconsistent with new construction. These pieces of paneling sit next to and blend with other pieces that appear to be new suggesting either a serious fault in manufactury or the consequences of an unobserved environmental anomaly. The drone approaches the paneling to take pictures. As it does so, the space around the drone begins rapidly expanding. Walls, ceiling, and floor rush away at tremendous speeds until they are no longer distinguishable from the horizon. The sounds of plastic and metal stretching and being warped are heard as the housing of the drone sheers. The digital camera mounted to the drone separates from its housing and falls away. As it falls and begins to tumble, the drone can still be seen above. A red haze enters the frame from the right, moving left, and obscures the drone. The haze continues to advance, eventually reaching the falling camera as small droplets begin to collect on its lens. Soon, the lens becomes occluded. The falling digital camera impacts something unseen and begins to move at a high rate of speed in a perpendicular direction. The velocity is such that the material covering the lens begins to thin, bead, and run off of the glass. The distorted image of the hotel reception desk is visible through the red material for a split second before the camera strikes the counter and stops broadcasting. The digital camera and recording device were successfully recovered from the lobby having apparently been ejected from the 'Continental' room. Recovery personnel noted there was no additional observable debris within the area. [End Log] Open Exploration.Log.4709.3: The Elevator Close Secure Connection [Dateline: 2006-04-10] Assignment: MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") Foreword: Spatial disruptions and inconsistent topography observed. Further exploration was aborted until the arrival of MTF Zeta-9. The first deployment occurred at 0900 with the stated mission objective of reconnaissance of the first floor. Agents Mariota, Day, and Angelos reporting. Bodycam footage begins with standard equipment checks and communications protocols. MTF is outfitted with standard tactical weaponry, subdermal transponder/receiver, and astral GPS transponder. Mariota: "Alright, Ops. We're inside the lobby and walking around the middle kiosk. The front desk lights are on but it's unattended." Day: whispering "Am I…am I hearing elevator music?" Angelos: "Affirmative. I believe that's Ipanema." Day: "Yeah I wouldn't forget that tune. That's a little cliche isn't it?" Mariota: "Let's mind the chatter. Ops, we're approaching the elevator bank. There's a plastic sign on the wall. Convention center to the left. Gym, pool, laundry to the right." Angelos: "What'll it be first?" Day: "Let's hit the nice big open convention rooms first. We can see more at once." Mariota: "Good thinking." The MTF breaks left but just as they turn, a ding is heard and the camera snaps back to the elevator. The door opens to reveal three humanoids wearing gear matching the deployment of MTF Zeta-9; this is a presumed instance of SCP-4709-1. Angelos: "W-uhh…Is that? Is that Mariota?" SCP-4709-1: "Oh, fuck. Fuck! No, no no no no!" SCP-4709-1 repeatedly mashes a button inside the elevator until the door closes. The two in the back of the elevator appear confused or disoriented. Day: "Okay, let's calm down. What did we just see? Who did we just see?" Agent Mariota dashes to the elevator panel and presses the 'call' button repeatedly, attempting to stop the elevator's departure. Angelos: "Knock it off, Mariota. You can't go after them. That looked like you. You know what happens if that was you and you two meet." Mariota: "Yeah but those other two weren't you guys. We have to stop them before they get stuck in a loop. We have to! Saddle up. We have to follow them NOW." Day: "We can't do that, Sarge. If it is a causal loop, you're going after them is part of it. The only way we stay safe is by ignoring it." Mariota: "And I would know that, so clearly ignoring it just sets it off. We have to stop it now." Angelos: "You're over-thinking this and you need to back down." Agent Angelos unholsters his sidearm and disengages the safety. Mariota: "Knock it off. You're not going to fucking shoot me." The elevator dings and the door opens to reveal an empty interior. Agent Mariota steps inside but the other two agents do not move. "Really? That's an order, boys. Come on." Agents Day and Angelos do not move. Mariota: "Suit yourselves." The elevator door closes and the floor numbers begin to count up. The two remaining agents regard each other before continuing their exploration of the first floor. [End Log] Open Incident.Log.4709.4: Convention Center Close Secure Connection [Dateline: 2006-04-10] Assignment: MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") Foreword: After the departure of Agent Mariota, the remaining two MTF agents regroup and continue to the convention center as per their previous parameters. Footage begins as the two agents walk down a hallway. Nearby light fixtures sequentially flare brightly and the bulbs are heard burning out and shattering. As the last bulb in the sequence pops and shatters, the first light fixture illuminates again and the process repeats itself. After recording multiple loops of the event, the MTF agents continue on, their boots crunching over the shattered glass which continues to pile up. A set of double doors is seen on their right. Above the doorframe are the block letters which spell out 'Convention Center'. Agent Day puts his hand on the door and pushes it open. Agent Angelos, firearm at the ready, scans the room side to side. Angelos: "Okay, clear. No signs of life." Agent Day opens the adjacent door and steps into the convention room, immediately losing contact with the ground and falling upward. Agent Day's bodycam ceases to function upon impact. Footage from this point on is solely at the vantage point of Agent Angelos. Angelos sticks his upper body into the room and looks 'up', regarding Day sprawled out on the ceiling. As he withdraws, the overheard PA is heard abruptly transitioning songs to 'The Girl from Ipanema'. Angelos: "Uh, are you okay up there buddy? Are you still good to move or do I need to call for a medivac?" Day: "Ugh, my everything hurts. But I'm in one piece. Can you…find me a rope or something to grab onto? Help me climb out of here." Angelos: "If I could just…maybe there's…" Agent Angelos sticks his upper body into the room again attempting to grab a chair sitting near the door. As he leans out he too begins to 'fall up'. He grips the frame of the door in an attempt to hold on but his gloves lose their grip and he falls the rest of the way landing next to Agent Day. The two pick each other up and check themselves for injury. Day: "You okay, dude? So how do we get back up there now?" Angelos: "Don't know. We might be able to kick holes into the drywall and kind of…climb those like footholds. Kind of weird the furniture didn't fall too, isn't it?" Day: "Yeah it sh—" Agent Day is cut off by a loud crash as all of the tables, chairs, and other pieces of furniture fall 'up' into the ceiling and onto the agents. The camera cuts out. Footage resumes as the Agents assist each other in freeing themselves from the furniture, again checking each other for injury. Angelos: "Maybe we can like…use this pile to climb up. We only need a few of these tables to—" Agent Angelos is cut off as the furniture beneath them begins to shudder and shake. The pieces move and levitate seemingly of their own accord, swirling around each other in a vortex as the MTF agents retreat against the wall. Furniture continues to collide until, several minutes later, they settle into a makeshift pile leading up to the upside-down doorframe. The MTF agents slowly climb up the pile and out of the door, falling 'down' into the hallway from which they originally entered. Day: Out of breath "Hey Angelos." Angelos: Also out of breath "Yeah." Day: "Can we get the fuck out of here?" [End Log] NOTICE: Due to safety concerns, Exploratory Missions 4709.5 through 4709.8 were attempted with drone reconnaissance and automated monitoring equipment. These missions resulted in the complete loss of deployed resources and a return-on-information ratio well below acceptable levels. RAISA has deemed these records immaterial to the documentation of this anomaly and has archived them in a 'raw' format. See Archive-Tape-GR887546 for relevant information. Open Incident.Log.4709.9: Penthouse Close Secure Connection [Dateline: 2006-04-20] Assignment: MTF Zeta-9 ("Mole Rats") Foreword: Agents Diaz, Brown, and Kerig were deployed at 0700 with instructions to take the elevator to the Penthouse, observe, and report for a maximum duration of 60-minutes. Footage begins as the MTF members perform an equipment check and enter the hotel lobby. They proceed directly to the elevator bank and press the 'call' button. A short time later, the elevator opens as expected and two of the three MTF members enter; Agent Diaz has turned his head and is looking down the hall. Agent Kerig holds the elevator door open for him. Brown: "Hey. Diaz. Earth to Diaz, you okay?" Agent Diaz continues to look down the hall for several seconds before snapping his attention back to the elevator. Diaz: "Sorry. I…I thought I saw something. This place is creepy all empty like this." Brown: "Yeah, that's the job. Let's go, in and out. Only 58 minutes left." Kerig: "Let's just hope we don't run into the ghostly concierge I keep hearing about." The elevator door closes as Agent Brown presses the button labeled 'P'. Diaz: "Shit, you been having lunch with those eggheads and listening to all of their ghost stories? The fact of the matter is hauntings aren't a thing. As much weird shit as we put up with, ghosts are bullshit and if yo—" Agent Diaz is cut off. Brown: "If you two could not gossip right now that'd be awesome." Transcriptionist's Note: Approximately thirteen seconds after Agent Brown's comment, the elevator PA is overtaken by static and the song transitions to 'The Girl From Ipanema'. The MTF agents visibly react to and acknowledge the change but do not seem alarmed. They do not comment directly. The elevator ride continues for another 120 seconds. 'The Girl from Ipanema' loops again. Kerig: "Slowest elevator ride ever…" Brown: "Yeah no kidding. I guess they don't build 'em like they used to." The elevator ride continues for another 19 minutes. 'The Girl from Ipanema' continues to loop. Brown: "Okay, this is getting really fucking old. Ops, are you copying this?" Agent Brown pauses for a response but receives none. Diaz: "Okay, not good. What are our options? We could climb out of the car. We could do an emergency stop. We could try to use the elevator fire button or something." Kerig: "I'm not sure I trust the buttons in here but they're probably worth a try." Brown: "Well it hasn't been that long so if we could just—" The elevator shudders and comes to an abrupt stop. The interior lights flicker but remain on. The PA continues to play 'The Girl from Ipanema' however the volume has increased substantially and the audio quality is severely distorted. Diaz: Yelling over the PA, "We should try to pry the door open!" Agents Brown and Kerig nod and attempt to pull the elevator door open with their hands. Shortly after starting, a light blinks to life above the door, a ding is heard, and the elevator opens of its own accord to reveal the penthouse plaza. All three MTF agents offload from the elevator and pan around the plaza. Three primary hallways extend from this area. Directly opposite the elevator is a double-door with the block letter word 'Continental' above it. Agent Diaz approaches the door, turns the handle, and opens it. The interior appears dark although the silhouette of various pieces of furniture can be seen. Diaz: "Is that…do you guys hear that sound?" Agent Diaz turns his head, angling his ear to better listen to something in the 'Continental' room. Kerig: "I hear something but I'm not sure what it is." Brown: "It's a buzzing humming, like wings or a rotary fan or something." Diaz: "It sounds kind of big. Almost…almost like a…I'm going to kick on my headlamp and check it out. If you g—" Agent Diaz crosses the threshold of the room and disintegrates from front to back into a fine mist of blood. The other two agents stand by, mouths agape, for nearly a full minute. Kerig: "D-Diaz?" Brown: "He's…We've gotta move on. We can't lose it here, not now." Kerig: "With all due respect, screw that. Elevator, now. We're not going to do this down one when this shouldn't have even been authorized in the first place." The two agents hit the 'call' button and get back on the elevator. The audio distortions are gone. 'L' is pressed and the elevator ride lasts for approximately twenty seconds. When the door opens again, it opens to the Penthouse level although no 'Continental' room is visible. Kerig: "What the fuck…" Agent Brown mashes the 'L' button again but as the doors close, a humanoid hand shoves its way between the doors, interrupting. A humanoid dressed in MTF Zeta-9 standard-issue gear, audibly out of breath, pulls itself into the elevator and collapses. Mariota: "M-Mariota. The name's…Mariota…Separated…from the others. I was…chasing…temporal loop. I…" Brown: "Whoa, Mariota? You've been gone for ten days, bucko. We thought you were dead!" Mariota: "Huh? Ten days? Maybe ten minutes tops. The elevator opened in the lobby and two agents were in it plus some other version of me. They closed the door, I took the next car, followed. I just went down the hall and, jeez guys, there's some real shit up here. We have to get back." Kerig and Brown help Mariota to his feet. The audio distorts and warps until the song that had been playing has changed into 'The Girl from Ipanema'. Kerig: "Not that fucking song again. I know elevator music sucks but come on." Mariota: "You guys have noticed it too? It seems to be the same song again and again. I keep hearing it all over the place up here." Brown: "Yeah, what gives?" The conversation is interrupted as the elevator dings and comes to a stop. The door opens and three armed MTF agents are waiting outside. Mariota: "Oh, fuck. Fuck! No, no no no no!" Mariota repeatedly mashes several other floor's buttons until the door closes. Kerig and Brown regard each other, appearing confused. Kerig: "Did you just—" Brown: "Yes. That was Mariota in front of Mariota. Let's not talk about it. Thinking about stuff like this is how people go nuts." The elevator begins to move again. Static interference overwhelms the footage until the recording ends. [End Log] Open Exploration.Log.4709.10: Suites Close Secure Connection Foreword: The following recording was recovered from the bodycam of the decedent per the events of Exploration.Log.4709.1. Decryption was performed and this log has been transcribed and attached. A positive match for the dental records of MTF Agent Kerig was made and her remains have been interred. Footage begins as the elevator door opens. Agents Mariota, Brown, and Kerig leave the elevator to scan the immediate area. Believing the area to be clear, weapons are lowered and the three agents regard each other. Mariota: "Okay, so, we need to find stairs or something. Something more reliable than that stupid deathtrap waiting to teleport us to hell." Brown: "Agreed. I'd assume stairs are at the end of either hall but there should be a fire escape plan plainly visible on the wall around here. What I need you the two of you to do is—" All of Agent Brown's clothing and gear dissolves into thin ribbons of material and falls onto the floor, including his helmet, weapons, camera, and undergarments. Mariota: "What the fuck?!" Brown: "I don't know it's just gone!" Agent Brown attempts to reconstitute or mend the clothing but there are too many pieces in too small a size. It is a fruitless gesture. Agent Kerig begins to back away from the others. Mariota: "Kerig, you alright?" Kerig: "Y-yeah I just…It's…" Brown: "Spill it." Kerig: "It's just, he's so…ugh, when he takes charge like that I…my mind wandered and then, boom, it happened." Brown: "Are you saying you fucking did this?" Kerig: "No! Never! …Not intentionally anyway. Thoughts were just…and then I thought the thing and now, boom, you're like that. I'm sorry I just-…Look, I didn't mean to do it." Brown: "Well I'm willing to kick your ass later in favor of getting out of here alive. So what we need to do is minimize our impact on one another as soon as possible. We should take separate routes to maximize the search effort and minimize the risk of repeating…whatever that was Kerig just did." Kerig: "Sorry." Brown: "Save it. Split up." The three agents split up. As Brown's equipment was destroyed there is no footage from his POV. Agent Kerig's camera records her walking down the hallway taking several turns. At one point, she makes eight consecutive left-hand turns in short succession but notes the room numbers continue to count up. After the eighth turn, Kerig enters a long stretch of hallway that continues on beyond her field of vision. Agent Kerig continues to walk down the hall and the faint sounds of music can be heard. She stops when she notes the music but elects to continue on, albeit at a slower pace. The music continues to increase in volume until it is clear it is a loop of 'The Girl from Ipanema' punctuated by the sound of a record needle before each playback. As the agent walks down the hall, she slows down and faces each door, taking a step closer and listening at the threshold for a few seconds before moving on. Kerig eventually stops outside of the suite numbered 795. "Hey, can you guys read me? The music…I…It's coming from this room. 795. I'm going to check it out." Her comms device lights up with a distorted and unintelligible reply. Agent Kerig puts her hand on the door and turns the knob. It does not open. She takes a step back and kicks the door just above the keyhole; the sounds of splintering are heard as the door implodes into the room and disappears. The hallway immediately inside the door is devoid of light, appearing featureless and black. A few meters inside the room, a standing lamp, a highbacked leather chair, and a phonograph are visible; these are the room's only features. Sitting in the chair is a humanoid appearing as a late-middle-aged man dressed in a style consistent with 1960's America. He stokes a pipe and regards Kerig with a smile. The phonograph at his side appears to be the source of the music that was heard from outside. Kerig: "Frank…Sinatra?" SCP-4709-2: "Don't be silly, he's been dead for years. Come on in!" Kerig: "Who are you and what is this place?" Kerig slowly walks into the room. Although no floor is visible, the sound of her boots is consistent with walking on wood flooring. SCP-4709-2: "I am older than the land, and this is my tomb." The entity smiles and lights his pipe. Kerig: "Alright, but that's not a name. How am I to address you and why do you look like Frank Sinatra?" SCP-4709-2: "Think of me and no name is necessary. We live in each other's memories now. The rest of the package is for your benefit; it's not who I am." Kerig: "This is very vague and cryptic and I don't really like where this is heading. What answers can you give me? What's with the music? Why is everything here so weird? Not much makes sense and I need something to grab onto." SCP-4709-2: "I told you, I'm older than the land. This is my chapel. Everything that descends from this place…each possibility, each dream, each and every intimate thought flows through me and through this place. Including yours and including you. This is too much for you, I can see." Kerig: "So like, are you some kind of faerie thing? Like a witch or a genie?" SCP-4709-2: "I'll just say it again: I am older than the land. Older than your names, older than your 'hotels', old enough to know that some things should stay buried. And old enough to recognize when greed overpowers common sense and man tramples the land he depends on. Manitou! The earth and sky sing my name!" Kerig: "Oh. Well then, Manitou, with all due respect, do you just want us to leave then? We can demolish this hotel tomorrow if that's what it takes to make this right. I just need you to be direct with me so I can communicate this to my superiors." SCP-4709-1: The entity smiles weakly, then takes the record needle off of the phonograph. "If that were possible, we never would have had to meet. It's too late to go back to sleep. I must dream while awake until time lulls me back into that soft nothing. I wish you well, Agent. If you want, you can stay here and dream with me too." Kerig: "I have no idea what that's supposed to mean so if you could just rephrase that I'll be—" Kerig is cut off by a sharp cough and choking sound. Some sort of thick liquid is expelled from her mouth and cascades down past the camera. Agent Kerig collapses onto her hands and knees vomiting a thick, off-white substance onto the floor. Kerig sits back up slowly, regarding her own hands which tremble severely. She clears her throat and spits out another mouthful of the substance. Kerig: "What's happening to me?" SCP-4709-2: "Let's call it the check-in procedure." Kerig: "…I don't feel well…I need to go, stop this, please. Right now." SCP-4709-2 uncrosses his legs and stands up, continuing to stoke his pipe as he slips a hand into his pants pocket. Kerig further regards her own hands; the white material which had splashed onto her skin is spidering and expanding covering more of her body. The sound of the material tightening, hardening, and cracking becomes louder and more pronounced. Agent Kerig screams, leaping to her feet, and runs from the room. She takes a right down the hallway at a full sprint. As she continues to run, her stride is frequently interrupted by loud crunching and cracking sounds which are punctuated by sharp cries of pain from Agent Kerig. A window and the end of the hallway both come into view. Her pace continuing to slow, Agent Kerig pulls her bodycam off and holds it in her hand. The camera captures several additional frames of Agent Kerig's face, now mostly covered in the off-white substance which is hardening into a porcelain-like finish. As Kerig nears the window, she pulls back her right arm and attempts to launch it through the glass but her arm snaps, detaches, and falls to the ground still holding the camera. She screams out in pain, collapsing onto the floor next to the camera but she is unable to cry any further. As the last visible portion of her face hardens, she uses her still-mobile left hand to pick up the camera. Agent Kerig approached the window and auto-defenestrates. Recording ends as Agent Kerig collides with the ground. Agents Brown and Mariota have yet to be recovered. [End Log] Footnotes 1. The ability of a person to manipulate reality according to their own beliefs. ‡ Licensing / Citation ‡ Hide Licensing / Citation Cite this page as: "SCP-4709" by ManyMeats, from the SCP Wiki. Source: https://scpwiki.com/scp-4709. 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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